Chapter 28

ANGEL SINCLAIR.

I meet Bryan in the first room of my house at 2pm sharp. He's wearing white this time. He doesn't say anything when he sees me, just looks at me and heads towards the garage. I get into his car and put my seatbelt on straight away.

"Which movie are we going to?" he asks.

"The Planet. It's of a high standard, so it's less crowded. It's the only movie theater I've been to all my life," I reply.

"Right. That's better," he says, moving on.

"We're going to see a documentary movie, so in case you don't like that genre, I don't want to hear any complaints," I warn.

"I'm all for making more documentary films. It's one of my favorite genres," Bryan says, but I sense a bit of irony in his tone.

"Well, anyway, I want to watch the movie in peace, if that's possible."

"Don't worry, Angel. I'll behave myself. I'll be a good boy."

Glancing over, I can see the sarcastic smile on Bryan's face. He's a real prick, I know that, but I still prefer to believe that we're going to watch it calmly.

As soon as we arrive at the movie theater, we grab a combo of popcorn and two bottles of cold water. I don't want anything more than that and Bryan is just accompanying me, I feel like he wasn't even in the mood to come to the movies.

We enter the theater and I'm not surprised at how empty it is. Apart from the two of us, there are only two men in the middle seats. It's always like this. It's never even half full.

"Let's go to the top row," says Bryan, as we climb the stairs.

We went to the top row and sat in the corner, far away from the men. The movie has just started and I grab some popcorn. Bryan fills his hand and takes it all in one go, finishing off the bucket of popcorn in no time.

I lose focus completely in the first twenty minutes of the movie when Bryan puts one of his hands on my thigh, already starting to make me nervous. I continue to act as if this attitude hasn't shaken me at all, but the truth is that I'm no longer able to reason out anything that's happening on the screen.

My pink skirt is a little short, which makes it easier for Bryan's silly hand, which is now no longer on my thigh, but resting against my intimacy.

"I can feel you pulsing," Bryan says in his husky voice in my ear.

I feel my whole body shiver. Are we really going to end up doing this here? I'm not going to deny that this practically empty room is giving me enormous temptation and I'm going to end up giving in. I'm sure we both don't know the word limits.

"Spread your legs a little wider, baby. That's the only way I can feel you better," he says softly, now looking into my eyes.

With subtlety, I spread my legs a little wider and I can already feel two of Bryan's fingers pushing aside my panties and invading me.

"That's it!" he sighs.

I bite my lower lip and close my eyes, feeling him doing a good job with just his fingers. It's only a matter of seconds before I'm sitting on his cock.

"Come on, kneel here and suck me off," he says, taking his fingers out of me.

Without further ado, I kneel in front of Bryan and he unbuttons his pants, letting his hard cock jump out. I start by playing with his balls and then take it all into my mouth. It's big, thick and hard, but it's just the way I like it, so I can handle it very well.

We don't make any noise, but Bryan teases me by pulling hard on my hair. He wants me to feel more adrenaline than I'm feeling right now. I've never done this before and I never imagined that one day I would, but for everything there's a first time; and this is mine.

"Your mouth works very well, Angeline," he whispers.

This makes me want to keep blowing him even more. One of my hands holds the underside of his member, while my mouth does everything else. I look at Bryan and see in his eyes how much he's enjoying this.

Bryan takes a condom out of his pants pocket and grabs my arm in an attempt to get me to stop sucking him. I take his cock out of my mouth and stand up, making a point of opening the condom and carefully putting it on his cock.

Bryan clamps his hands around my waist and turns me around, leaving me facing away from him. I pull my pink skirt up a little to my hips and hold onto his cock, sitting down slowly.

"Holy shit," Bryan says, sighing immediately afterwards.

His hands intertwine around my waist, putting me in a firmer position. I rest my hands on the cinema seat and start to roll over, making quick movements and holding back my own moans so as not to attract the attention of the men watching. **

After a few minutes, Bryan pushes me away and I see that he's cumming when I look back and see his horny face. He removes the condom, ties it in a knot and puts it into the empty popcorn bucket.

He pulls me close to him and starts touching me again, making me come easily on his fingers. Bryan brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting me. I make a point of tasting it too, and only after that do I put on my panties, pull down my skirt and sit back in my seat.

The choice of water was right at that moment. We open our bottles and drink it all. I lie back and Bryan does the same, making it better to actually watch the movie, which I don't understand any more.

"It's crazy what we're doing," I say, feeling a little sorry for myself.

"It doesn't start," Bryan says, "It was a treat!".

"Yes, it was, but it could become a habit and I don't like that," I say.

"You need to relax. You're too neurotic about it".

"I'm amazed at how normally you treat it, when it shouldn't be that way."

"And you want me to kill myself over it? It's over, Angel. It's happening. There's nothing we can do but carry on," he says, silencing me.

I just sigh and put my hand to my forehead, thinking about the last scenes. Where is this going? At the moment it's great, but afterwards the questions torment me in a terrible way.

I come out of my thoughts when I feel Bryan's touch on my stomach. I look at him, who seems to be concentrating on the movie right now. He doesn't care as much about opinions as I do, which must be why he leads a totally different lifestyle to me. While I look for approval from my family and people, he looks for approval from himself. That's our big difference. And you know what? I think he lives much better than I do.

I'd be lying if I said I was happy living for others, because I'm not. While pleasing everyone, I forget about the most important person: myself. It's not easy to deal with all this, but if I stop to think about it, it doesn't make any sense to want to be perfect in a world of imperfections, with imperfect people.