How Mildred became Millie (edited) - Sex Stories

How Mildred became Millie (edited)

... theater had decided it could raise the price for this movie, given all the awards it had won. I only had enough for 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 not 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, so 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 ...