Mildred's Sexual Evolution - Sex Stories

Mildred's Sexual Evolution

... what that theater usually charged for tickets. Momentary panic, but what could I do but ask Mildred for her 'popcorn money' to allow me to buy the tickets. I expected a groan of exasperation that I was so broke, but she gladly gave me the money and just said, "You can come back to my house afterwards, and I'll make us some popcorn there.

"Deal", I said.

I asked her where she liked to sit, and she chose some seats in the middle not all that far back from the screen. I was neither surprised nor disappointed, as her reputation did not indicate that she would have chosen some secluded corner of the theater. We sat down, and I simply casually rested my arm on the armrest next to her. As the movie unfolded, I could appreciate why it had won so many awards, and my occasional glance over at Mildred seemed to indicate that she was enjoying it as well. The movie does have a number of tense scenes when one wonders how Robert and Paul will manage to keep their quest for the ultimate "sting" going. Each time there was a tense scene, Mildred would clutch my hand as it rested on the armrest between us. I carefully avoided any attempt to clutch her back until the final climactic scene when her hand was practically crushing mine. Only then did I turn my hand and grip hers.

As I did that, I think I heard a slight sigh of satisfaction, but in any case she never let go of my hand even as the credits rolled; and we ultimately walked out of the theater holding hands. I know, for most ...

... guys leaving a movie theater simply holding hands with one's date is not a great triumph, but with Mildred I thought it was a big step in the right direction.

So, we walked holding hands until we were within sight of her house when she pulled away. "My parents are very concerned that I not become too involved with any boy, so in case they are already back from their party I don't want it to seem we are even doing this much after a first date."

"O.K.", I said, "let's not ruin the evening with a parent lecture ".

When we got to her house, her parents were still out. I sat on the end of a sofa in the living room while Mildred busied herself making the popcorn, declining my offer to help. In seemingly no time, she emerged from the kitchen with a large bowl, seasoned with plenty of salt and fairly dripping with melted butter. I sampled a handful, and pronounced it,"better than movie theater popcorn."

Mildred sat in a chair at the end of the coffee table in front of the sofa while I remained at my end of the sofa. We then wasted no time emptying the bowl until there was just one handful left. Mildred then said, " I made it, this last bit is mine."

"Not so fast", I said, "we should share." And with that I grabbed her hand that was clutching that last bit and pulled her in the direction of a space I made next to me on the sofa. Without hesitation, she came and sat down right next to me, still clutching that last handful of popcorn. "Now, open up and we'll share," I said, ...