Perfect Strangers

By: August

“So what is it you had in mind for tonight?” My eyes wandered from the proposal I was writing on my laptop, to my bubbly co-worker, who seemed to be more interested in doing her nails than the stack of work that our boss had piled on her desk to get done by the end of the day.

“Well Jeff and I are going to see that new movie with Robin Williams.” Her eyebrows wrinkled in contemplation, so I ventured to help.

“One Hour Photo?”

“That’s the one!” She smiled in triumph, as if it were her that had thought of it. “Anyway, Jeff has this friend, Lance I think his name was...” Her eyebrows wrinkled again, “Any who, Lance is staying with Jeff until his house is finished being painted, and Jeff feels just lousy leaving Lance alone, so I was hoping you’d want to double with Jeff and I tonight so he wont feel like a third wheel.” She smiled hopefully.

“And what do I get out of it?” I inquired.

“You get to go out for the first time in five months, and who knows what it might lead to? Wasn’t it just last week you were telling me you hadn’t had sex in…” I cut her sentence short.

“Alright, point made.”

“Then you’ll go?” She clapped her hands together, and bounced in her seat.

“I guess so, but if this guy tries anything funny I’m telling Angie that you were the one who used the company phone to call Japan last week.” I warned.

“Not fair!” She yelled.

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“I don’t need you hooking me up with anyone, especially not one of Stephanie’s friends, no offence, she’s just so…” Lance allowed his sentence to dangle, searching for a word that was honest, yet not too harsh.

“Ditzy, I know, but Jenn is nothing like her, I swear.”

“And how many times have you met this Jenn girl?” Lance wondered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well technically none, but Stephanie talks about her so much I feel like I’ve known her for years.” Lance laughed at his friend’s determination.

“So what’s her deal? Does she have three heads or something? Why isn’t she already going out with someone if she’s so great?” He asked.

“I guess she’s a workaholic; Stephanie says she hasn’t been on a date in five months, but I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with her.” Jeff shrugged.

“Your confidence is so encouraging.” Sarcasm oozed from Lance’s voice.

“I’ll tell you what, if you don’t like her, you have my permission to take me to that karaoke bar you like going to, and pick out the most god awful song for me to sing.”

“For real?” Lance smiled from ear to ear.

“Yeah.” Jeff nodded.

“You’re on!” He laughed.

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“I hate blind dates.” Lance repeated for the fifth time that night.

“I’ve been working with her for three years, I assure you there’s nothing wrong with her. She’s anatomically correct, no mental disorders, the only thing I can think to be wrong with her is she’d probably leave in the middle of sex if something went wrong at work.” Stephanie joked.

“That’s not funny.” Lance threw a dirty look her way.

Just then the doorbell rang, and Stephanie jumped to her feet, “She’s here!” She walked as fast as her heels could carry her to the door, and it swung open, scaring me out of my trance. “Come in!” She grabbed my hands, and yanked me into the corridor practically giving me whiplash. “Wow, you look real nice, Lance is in the living room.” She smiled, and drug me to where Jeff and Lance were sitting.

“Guys, this is Jenn, Jenn, this is Jeff… and Lance.” Lance rose to his feet, and walked over to where we were standing.

“Nice to meet you Jenn. So tell me, do you hate blind dates as much as I do?” He asked.

“Quite possibly more.” I nodded.

“And are you as pleased as I am with how this is starting out?” He took my hand in his, and kissed the back lightly.

“I’m more interested to see how it will end.” I winked.

“So are we ready to go then?” Stephanie asked grabbing her jacket.

“Yeah.” Lance and I said in unison.

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When we arrived at the theatre, both Lance and Jeff bought our tickets, and whatever we desired from the concession stand. “So…” Stephanie pulled me off to the side the second Lance and Jeff were in the restroom.

“So… What?”

“What do you think? He’s not bad right?” She smiled, hoping my answer would be one of a good manner.

“Yeah, he’s very polite, and incredibly sexy.” I smiled.

“I told you you’d have a good time.”

“The date’s not over yet.” I reminded.

“You girls ready?” Jeff and Stephanie linked arms, and made their way into the theatre followed by Lance and I, who lingered behind. “Think they want to be alone?” I watched as they ran up to the top.

“It appears to be that way.” We ascended the stairs, but stopped one row down from the top, where Stephanie and Jeff were already making themselves comfortable.

The movie started a minute after we sat down, and all throughout the previews Lance and I made small talk, “So what do you do for a living?”

“You honestly don’t know?” He looked at me in disbelief.

“I do, but I want this to be like a normal blind date where we barely know anything about each other.”

“Ok… I am a transvestite, and I own my own night club in Los Vegas, if you’d like, next time you’re in town I can get you some tickets.” He smiled slyly.

“That’s quite a vivid imagination you have there.”

“So what is it YOU do?” He inquired, eating a handful of buttery goodness.

“Secretary; in a law firm; with Stephanie.” I wonder if my monotone was enough of a hint that I hated my job without me having to tell him.

“Don’t sound TOO excited.”

“I don’t think you’d be too excited if you worked with Stephanie.” The movie started, and all conversation was ended.

Ten minutes into the movie Lance leaned over to whisper, “I’ve already seen this.”

“I don’t have much of a desire to see it.”

“What do you say we get out of here and go somewhere to talk?” He suggested.

“If we get up, they’ll see us.” Lance glanced between the seats at the two lovebirds.

“Well they’re making out right now, but just to be on the safe side… Follow me.” He got down on his hands and knees, and started crawling on the filthy floor.

“That is so unsanitary.” I grimaced in disgust.

“Hey, you do what you gotta do, come on!” I slowly slid out of my chair, and settled on all fours.

“Just hurry.” I said.

“Ohh!” He stopped suddenly, and I hit my head on his ass. “A quarter.”

“Just keep crawling.” I gave him a slight shove, and within seconds, we were in the aisle. “Are they looking?” I asked.

“No, still eating each other’s faces.” We crept to the door at the top of the stairs, and were free.

“Alright, where to?” We brushed the popcorn pieces off our pants, and examined our surroundings.

“Come on.” I grabbed his hand, and walked into an unoccupied theatre. “I used to work here, and if memory serves right, there should be a platform right… here.” We disappeared behind the screen, and climbed a few stairs to emerge on a sturdy platform.

“When did you work here?” He asked, getting situated in one corner.

“When I was sixteen.”

“How old are you now?”

“I am twenty-two, you?” I asked back.

“Twenty three, when’s your birthday?” I guess we were playing twenty questions.

“March twenty-ninth, you?”

“May fourth.” Silence filled the air.

“We’re not compatible.” I realized.

“Excuse me?” His right eyebrow rose in question.

“Well I’m an Aries, and you’re a Taurus.” I explained.

“Uhh oh, a horoscope guru.” He joked.

I narrowed my eyes in attempts to appear mad, but my gig was up when a smile I had been fighting off, snuck its way out. “Stephanie reads the horoscopes in the news paper everyday.”

“So what do YOU think?” He asked out of nowhere.

“What do I think about what?”

“Do you think we’re compatible? Or is this date just a waste of time?”

“I don’t know, what do you think?” I retaliated.

“I think we should prove the horoscope wrong.”

“And how do you suggest we might go about doing that?” I wondered.

“Well I was thinking we could start out with a little bit of this.” He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Go on?” I urged.

“And then I thought I’d resume with…” He kissed his way down my neck and collarbone.

“Not bad.” I giggled from the tickling sensation.

“Think I’ll get slapped if I move a little south?”

“I think you’re pretty safe.” His hands immediately flew to the buttons of my shirt, where they fumbled with each of them until he had successfully undone them all. I devoured his lips; all the while his right hand crept to my back, and unfastened my bra in one quick movement. “Pure talent.”

“How much time do we have until the movie’s over?” I glanced at my watch.

“A good forty-five minutes.” I replied.

With the little space that we had, I was surprised we even had enough room to discard our clothes, but there we were, naked as jaybirds; the harder part was going to be FINDING them.

“Got a condom?”

“As a matter of fact…” He searched the area for his pants; “My friend gave me one earlier today as a joke… Ah ha!” He pulled a small, foil package out of his back pocket.

”Pink… I’ve seen worse.” He slid the brightly colored condom onto his rock hard member, and hovered over me, gently pushing his way in my depths.

Once I entirely got used to his size, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist, throwing my head back as pleasure washed over my entire body. “God… you’re so… tight.” He grunted, pumping in and out of me.

“Keep going, I’m so close.” I tried to be quiet, but it came out a little louder than I had planned.

He devoured my lips, drowning out our moans as he thrust one last time, and we came together.

“That was great.” He collapsed on my body.

“Shit, the movie’s over in ten minutes.” He got off, and I searched frantically for my clothes, putting on each article as I found them.

“Think they realized we were gone?” He asked, topping his outfit off with a baseball cap.

“That would require them to acknowledge someone other than each other.” We made our way out of the theatre, hand in hand. “Ok, get ready.” We both got down on our hands and knees, and crawled back to our seats. “You have to stop doing that.” I said when Lance stopped suddenly in front of me again. “Lance?” I lifted my head to see the reason Lance had stopped.

“And where have you two been?” Stephanie asked, arms crossed across her chest.

“Busted.” I whispered.

The End

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