The Barista

Movie And More

"That was wild!" I say, shoulder to shoulder with Liam, and toss more popcorn into my mouth. "I thought the ghost was going to kill her."

"What did you order?" He asks and reaches into the bowl for more popcorn. "This movie is gross. And I've seen more naked women in this movie than any other horror movie I've seen. I mean, the plot is good. And it doesn't seem like a B-rated horror film. The quality and effects are amazing. But lots of romance parts and lots of body parts flying around."

"No sex scenes though." I acknowledge and reach back into the bowl for more popcorn, my hand touching his as he reaches in too and I quickly pull away.

Not sure why I pulled away.

"Oh!" I say, pointing at the TV. "Another make-out scene! I'd almost bet money on if they were going to get to the point of sex or if they get murdered beforehand."

"It's wild like you said." He interjects and I feel his hip press harder against mine. He's scooted even closer.

"What's that?" I question, finally reaching my hand into the bowl of popcorn without bumping his.

"These horror movies. I've watched them since I was a kid. They always have sex and then die. Not die as they are about to have sex."

"That's not completely true," I argue. "I've seen horror movies where they just start and paint those fake 'sex smiles' on their faces and then bam! The killer gets them then!"

I point at the TV again. "Oh! They are sliding each other's shirts off!" I say and chuckle.

"Yep!" He adds. "We always get to this point though and then the killer shows up. And..." He pauses. "Okay. He's taking her pants off. This movie is what? An hour in. And no offense, but I had no clue you were a horror freak with the horror movies that indulge in scenes like this."

"I love all horror!" I smile and pop another piece of popcorn in my mouth. "And they both have their pants off. He's got a nice ass."

Liam shrugs while readjusting his body. "It's an average ass."

I chuckle but take note of his slight movements. Either he's getting turned on or uncomfortable. There is no 'in-between'.

"Wow," I say, starting to become uncomfortable and aroused at the same time. "The girl sounds like she's 'actually' getting laid. She's been a horrible actor throughout this entire film so far. Her screams have annoyed me. But her moans sound real. Do you think they are 'actually' having sex"?

He shakes his head. "No way. I mean, I've heard on rare occasions if the actors are comfortable enough, they sometimes do have sex for real. But this movie and how much it's played with the constant deaths before sex, tells me it can't be real."

He readjusts himself again, clearing his throat and now I'm starting to wonder. Is this man turned on right now? His body is warmer than it was five minutes ago. We've been in this bed under the blankets for over an hour. I'm only in a spaghetti tank top which doesn't even cover my belly and also some short bedtime shorts that I didn't pay attention to the fact it shows my ass cheeks the slightest bit. He's in jogging shorts and a muscle shirt, which I never imagined he'd wear. So, it's hot under this blanket, but not that hot."

I reach for more popcorn while keeping my eyes glued to the TV. "Wow. They are going heavy at it. This is really good acting. She looks like she's having real orgasms."

He clears his throat again. "Maybe...maybe we should skip this part."

I can't help but smile. "Why? Is it too much for you? Are you feeling what they are feeling?"