After that, we went to the cinema. I was stuffed with the food I had just eaten, but when Tina bought the biggest pack of popcorn she could get, I decided to get myself a small one just in case that the extremely large one (meant for families of four, I guess) wasn’t enough.

Okay, and just because I can’t resist that popcorn.

“So, which one did you want to see?” I asked her when we reached the cash desk. She scanned the board above it to see which ones were playing tonight. 

“Inglourious Basterds,” she answered eagerly.

I frowned. “You saw that one with Dean…”

“Yeah, so?”

“Okay, fine by me. Are there any hot chicks in there?”

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “You better only have eye for me – and Diane Kruger is smoking hot, but I don’t want you drooling over her or I’m outta there.”

“Got it, chief.”

“Great, slave.”

“Oh, so I’m your slave now?”

“Yes, my personal one. Your task is… worshipping me.”

“I could do that.”

“Ladies?” the young man behind the cash desk asked. He sounded slightly irritated and it was only then I realised that we were holding up the line.

“Inglourious Basterds twice, please,” I said politely. As I was getting my wallet out, Tina had already put the money in the man’s hands. I looked at her questioningly, she shrugged her shoulders. When we got through, she said that I had paid for the restaurant so it was only normal that she’d pay for the cinema. I protested that I always pay my dates, she pointed out that she’d feel like an exceptional date if she got to do something unregular. I could see the sense in that.

We enjoyed the movie tremendously and Diane Kruger was indeed more than very hot. My tiny pack of popcorn was finished rather quickly and somewhere halfway, I took on the brave adventure of trying to get a popcorn from Tina’s pack. I swear my hand was so close when she slapped it away. The popcorn fell in her cleavage. I grinned like a cheshire cat.

With my eyes still fixed on the screen, I descended my hand into her cleavage and fished for the missing popcorn. My fingertips touched the sides of her breasts and I heard her hold her breath. She stopped chewing, she was watching the screen intently but I knew she wasn’t really watching. The popcorn was half-stuck in her bra. I pulled it out and popped it in my mouth, grinning triumphantly.

She looked at the screen.

She looked at me.

I smiled at her.

She gave me a look of desire and pure lust.

She kissed the hell out of me, almost threw herself at me. Her lips made that magic connection with mine we had both longed for for so damn long, it wasn’t even funny. I felt her lips move and opened mine slightly. The tip of her tongue caressed my lower lip, I let her in and was glad we were on the last row. Her sweet, velvety tongue slipped in my mouth and inspected every inch of my mouth. I finally realised fully what was going on and started using my tongue in ways she probably had never experienced before.

I knew that moment that I would always regard it as my first kiss, because it was the first kiss out of pure and unadultered love.