By now Matt and I had been seeing each other for about six month. There was never a boring or dull moment when we were together. And thankfully we didn’t just have sex to use as an excuse for being together. We both found that we loved a lot of the same things. So slowly we each moved some of out things into each others places. Leaving behind extra clothes or a toothbrush. But I noticed that Matt always made sure that I packed more than I needed when I went to stay with him. The pattern continued and finally I had to ask what he was up to. He told me that he just wanted me to be able to stay with him as much as possible so he wanted me to have whatever I needed at his house. He wanted to say more but I didn’t push it. That next morning while I was putting on my make up he came into the bathroom and stood behind me drinking his coffee.
"So tonight after work we can just go pack up the rest of your things and store them in the extra bedrooms until we can get around to making room for your things here, OK?"
I was so shocked by what he had just said that I stabbed myself in the eye with my eyeliner. "Matt umm wait. Were or maybe I should say did you just ask me to move in with you?"
"Yeah I guess that I did. Just not in those words. I figure it would be a good idea seen as how you are here five out of seven days a week anyhow. I guess I should have asked you what you thought. So what do you think?"
"If you want me to move in with you, share this house, sleep in the same bed as you every night and wake up next to you ……that is that you are saying right?" he nodded a little unsure where I was taking this. "Then I would have to say OK." And I turned back around and finished my make up.
Looking in the mirror I saw Matt smiling over his coffee cup and then he walked out of the room.
So after work we packed up my apartment and moved most of my things to his , our , house. Putting things in the spare bedroom. Deciding what other room would be my office and what not. It was exciting and scary at the same time. I wanted this to work.
By the time we got into the office the next day everyone knew that we were living together. They had know for months that we were seeing each other and no one said a thing. They acted as if nothing had changed. Which was good. We were in and out of meetings all day. Our company was trying to land a new contract with Gatorade. And we had to assign a team to go to Chicago to meet with the company’s executives and sell our ideas. I was picked to go and one of the other women that I work with was also to go with me. We were to be gone for a week. Maybe two. This would be the test….the longest Matt and I had to go with out seeing each other.
"Baby I know I wish I didn’t have to go but this will be good for me and the company. Maybe they will give me the raise I deserve if I can land this!" I was packing to leave the next morning, and Matt was in the bedroom trying to talk me into staying and sending some one else.
"I just don’t see the big deal. Why do you have to go?"
"Look by sitting there and whining you are being really selfish. I wouldn’t do this to you" I moved to straddle his lap and looked him in the face. " I would tell you to go and do your job and land the account. Have a little faith in us" I kissed him and got up and walked out of the room.
"Ok fine but I think that we should have make up sex before you leave seen as how what we just did was argue." He was right behind me in the hall.
"Um no what we just did was I talked and you whined. Big difference."
"OK well can we have make up sex any ways?"
"Ok but it has to be soon because I have to be to the airport early."
Make up sex was the term that we used for the hot steamy sex we had after an argument. It meant that we would go out on our bedroom balcony and have sex under the stars and we filmed it so we could watch it later. Seen as how we rarely argued there were only a couple of tapes. Sometimes we get so loud that the neighbors yell at us to take it in side , we have even had the cops come to the house!
But tonight I was feeling something different.
"What if we went and had sex someplace different tonight?"
"Like where?"
"Like how about the theater……you know the one on 24th and Hoover?" It was an adult theater. Anything goes as long as it is consensual.
"You want to go to the theater and have sex while a bunch of people either watch us or the movie or only pay attention to themselves?" he shrugged his shoulders and said "Ok , let’s get going then."
The theater was small, and if you were there for privacy well you were at the wrong place. The first thing that hits you is the smell of sex, then the movie that is on the screen and as you look around for a place to sit you notice all of the other people who are there. Most are men there are some husbands and wives or boyfriends and girlfriends, but most are just single men looking for a release valve.
We sat towards the back in a empty row and watched the movie. After a while I felt a hand on the thigh, and I moved higher and higher until it was under my sun dress. The dress that I didn’t wear anything under. I put my feet up on the seat in front of me and spread me legs. Matt didn’t waste anytime. Careful not to touch to much of the gross floor he knelt down between my legs and began to suck on my clit. I laid my head back and moaned. It felt so good. I kept waiting for him to put his fingers inside of me but he didn’t, he kept his mouth on me but his hands were else where. I figured he was jerking off.
