Buzzz…

"Ah… Slower… I can't take it anymore…"

Something hidden inside me buzzed insistently, and I squeezed my legs together, face burning as I sat in the corner of a dark movie theater.

Beside me, my blind date set the remote down, reached over, and pressed my head downward while unzipping his pants…

My name is Jenny Lane. I'm 25, working as a clerk at an electronics factory.

I grew up in a strict household. I was always told to keep my distance from men. But whenever I saw couples being close, I couldn't help feeling curious and a little drawn in.

There was something about those unfamiliar moments that pulled at me.

My parents set me up with someone. They said I was at the age to get married and told me to take it seriously, to cooperate and give it a real chance.

He was three years older than me, clean-cut and decent-looking.

For our first meeting, he asked me to go to the movies.

On screen, a couple was wrapped up in each other, kissing. That was when he reached over and took my hand, which was resting on my lap.

I flinched, unsure what to do.

Seeing that I didn't pull away, he reached out his other arm and wrapped it around my shoulders, pulling me gently toward him.

When he held me, I could feel the strength in his shoulders and arms. There was a raw, physical presence about him that made my thoughts blur.

"Are you into me?"

He leaned in close, his voice brushing against my ear.

I shivered. It felt like a current ran straight through me. My ears had always been sensitive.

His breath against my skin made me tense, as though he had traced a slow, deep lick over my ear.

At the thought, a shiver stirred through my body, and I couldn't help pressing my thighs together.

The next second, my legs were pushed apart.

My heart jumped. Was this really happening this fast, right here?

A tub of popcorn was suddenly placed between my knees.

"Hold it." His voice snapped me out of it. "That way, it's easier for me to feed you popcorn."

After that, he turned back to the screen as if nothing had happened.

Cheeks still warm, I forced myself to settle down and focus on the movie.

On the screen, the couple was already kissing so deeply that it was almost obscene. They were still in the car, but the man's hand had already slipped beneath the woman's clothes.

Even through her top, you could see he had unfastened her bra, his hand freely caressing the full curve beneath.

I found myself watching the woman's expression, the way she seemed to melt into it. I felt a little envious.

"Want one?"

A piece of popcorn appeared in front of my lips.

I felt shy all over again. He really was such a flirt.

It was only our first meeting, and things were already moving so fast. I was nervous, but underneath that, there was a strange excitement I couldn't ignore.

I parted my lips slightly, trying to take the popcorn in a composed, ladylike way.

But when I bit down, my lips brushed against his fingers. His skin was rough and calloused.

Right, I seemed to recall that he worked with cars.

I flushed and tried to pull back, about to apologize.

But he didn't let go. Instead, his fingers pressed a little further in. Then he released the popcorn, letting it roll onto my tongue.

I stared at him, wide-eyed, like a startled little deer. His gaze was deep, his throat shifting as he swallowed.

"Is it sweet?"

I answered without thinking, "Yeah, it is."

I forgot his fingers were still there. The moment I spoke, my tongue and the inside of my mouth moved together, enveloping them.

His breathing grew heavier for a moment. The arm around me tightened, and his fingers began to stir inside my mouth.

He traced the shape of my teeth with an ambiguous intimacy, lightly squeezed the tip of my tongue, then moved his fingers in and out in a deliberate, thrusting rhythm.

I was shocked by his boldness, but my heart was racing.

I suppressed my giddiness and licked his finger with my tongue.

The next instant, his expression turned dangerously dark.

He leaned close to me and said, "You're pretty bold. Makes me want to take things further. You wouldn't stop me, would you?"

My face burned, but I didn't argue. I just swallowed the popcorn.

He pulled his hand back fully this time, then tilted my chin up and leaned in. His lips met mine, rough with a hint of stubble, pressing hard.

Within seconds, the kiss deepened.

I could barely breathe, my thoughts slipping away.

Then I felt his hand move, slipping under the edge of my clothes. A rush of unfamiliar sensation flooded through me all at once, wiping my mind blank.

So this was it…

This was what I had been curious about all along.

His name was Rex Wilder.

I couldn't help thinking the name fit. There was something untamed about him.

Right there in the theater, he had me pressed back against the seat, kissing me while his hand slid under my clothes, tracing along my waist.

The way he kissed me was intense, almost overwhelming. It left me a little breathless.

My face burned as I glanced around, trying not to make it obvious.

Luckily, we were tucked into a corner. No one seemed to notice what was going on.

"Focus."

His hand slipped further under my clothes, reaching into my bra and grabbing my bosom. I let out a soft gasp before I could stop myself.

The sound startled me. I clamped my mouth shut right away.

"You sound better than the lead in the movie."

The comment made my cheeks heat up even more, but there was a strange thrill in it, too.

His touch wasn't clumsy. There was a certain confidence in the way he moved, and the roughness of his hands only made everything feel sharper, more real.

I had never imagined I would end up in a situation like this, with a man, in a place like this.

My head tipped back slightly, my body responding before I could think it through.

Rex seemed to notice every reaction, every shift in my breathing, every small movement. He started intentionally brushing the calloused pads of his fingers against my most sensitive places.

A soft sound slipped from my lips before I could hold it back.

"Careful," he murmured with a faint smile. "We're not exactly alone. You want people to notice?"

I opened my eyes, face flushed, my gaze unsteady.

"That's…because…you…"

"Alright, alright. I'll stop."

Just like that, he pulled his hand away.

The sudden absence left me feeling oddly empty. Before I could stop myself, I grabbed his wrist. I bit my lip, unable to say what I was thinking.

"Say one thing, mean another," he murmured, leaning in and brushing near my ear.

A quiet sound slipped out of me, my body going softer.

"Let me see if you're wet already."

I froze for a second, realizing what he was about to do.

This was still a movie theater!

There were people sitting just a row ahead of us.

Panic flickered through me. I tried to stop him, but my strength felt like it had drained away. My thoughts slowed, slipping out of focus.

His hand moved lower, pressing against me through my pants.

"Ha. Just as I thought. Soaked."

My face burned hotter, my heart pounding wildly.

By then, his hand had already undone the button, pulled down the zipper, and slipped deftly beneath my underwear.

The moment he touched me, my legs trembled despite myself.

A moment later, the tub of popcorn slipped from my lap and hit the floor.

The sound made a few guys in the row ahead turn around.

My whole body locked up. I didn't dare move.

What was more embarrassing was that the shock sent me over the edge on the spot, my body convulsing as I soaked his hand in a shameful rush.

Luckily, the seats blocked their view. They couldn't see what was happening in our row.

Rex, on the other hand, didn't seem bothered at all. He gave an easy, casual smile. "Sorry, dropped the popcorn. Didn't mean to interrupt."

"It's fine."

The guys turned back to the movie.

Rex glanced at me, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Scared you? You're reacting more than you think."

With that, he deliberately pressed a finger against my slick, wet center.

The moment he touched me, I let out a quiet, unsteady breath, my legs instinctively pressing together. "Stop… It feels weird…"

He chuckled softly. "Then why hold on like that? What do you actually want me to do?"

I knew how I must look to him right now. Flushed, unsteady, caught somewhere between resisting and giving in.

"What's that? Smells like something sweet."

A voice from the row ahead cut in suddenly, confused.

I froze completely. I pressed my legs together tighter, my hands overlapping in front of me, not daring to move at all.

Beside me, Rex just smiled.