Cinema

Now I drive to and from work every day, and television has robbed me of the joy of going to the movies. However, I still often reminisce about
the fun of taking the bus, going to the movies, and riding hard-seat trains years ago; some warm memories from those days still frequently surface
.

Back then, I loved watching movies. But if I hadn't watched a movie three or four times, or even more
, I probably wouldn't remember its content. The first movie that gave me a taste of the magic of the cinema was
an American film, *Futureworld*, which caused a sensation upon its release.

That early winter, I was in middle school, and without a school-wide screening, it was impossible to get tickets,
so I waited outside the cinema for returned tickets. Luckily, I got a ticket for the 10 pm showing.

At first, the movie captivated me, but later, the banter between two reporters (though quite ordinary) made me
blush and become rather distracted. Then I felt a warm, soft touch on the side of my knee. Glancing
sideways, I saw it was a girl next to me, looking a bit older than me, around 20 years old, quite
tall, and very attractive. It was her knee touching mine.

I'd had unintentional contact with women before, but this time it gave me a strange
feeling, something I couldn't quite describe—warmth? Tenderness? An electric current? Excitement? This feeling made me want
to linger, to let it last a little longer, to deepen it…

I was so nervous, wanting to pull my leg away from her knee, but a strong desire stopped me. The tension made
my legs tremble, but I tried my best to control the trembling. I closed my eyes, forgetting
the scenes on the screen that had captivated me, and simply savored this first contact with a woman.

Then I felt her knee press even closer to mine, seemingly with a little more force. This encouraged
me, so I slightly increased my force towards her. I felt our forces intensify simultaneously—
was she telling me to move away? Or perhaps I wish we were closer? Although I feared the former, I longed for
the latter…

So, I mustered my courage and, while pressing my knee against hers, moved it up and down slightly. This sensation was
far more pleasurable and stimulating than the previous static contact. I was afraid she would leave me, but when I brought my knee
back to a resting position, she mimicked my movement…

I understood; she didn't want to leave, but felt the same pleasure and needed our contact .
We began to repeat the previous movements, gradually increasing the intensity. Unconsciously,
the contact area between our knees expanded, even the outer sides of our calves were now intricately intertwined.

This feeling was even more pleasurable, even more intoxicating. I couldn't help but adjust my seating position, moving
closer to her body. Soon, she also adjusted her posture, leaning towards me. At this moment, I felt
the outer sides of our thighs touching, a warm and comfortable feeling enveloping me even more. We
rubbed and writhed our legs together… sharing this first, heart-pounding, wonderful sensation.

I glanced at her sideways and saw that she had also closed her eyes, and I could feel her rapid and heavy breathing…

I really wanted to touch her with my hands, but in the end, I didn't have the courage. I mischievously took off my shoes and
placed my foot on hers. She paused for only a moment before responding to my caress. I don't know where
I got the courage, but I simply lifted my leg and placed it on her knee, but she soon used her
leg to push me away, instead pressing her leg on my knee…

It was funny; we were so young and clumsy then, and for a moment we seemed to have forgotten to quietly enjoy that intoxicating feeling
. We started leg-fighting, taking turns placing our legs on each other's knees, forgetting where we were…

Suddenly, the movie ended, and the lights came on… We quickly withdrew our bodies, and
all I could see was the blush on her face… I followed the flow of people leaving the theater, walking behind her, but I didn't dare to get too close to
her; there was someone between us.

As I left, she turned back, her eyes large and bright, yet holding a hint of longing and melancholy (this is how I
feel after recalling her gaze for many years).

The chaos at the door made me lose sight of her… Disappointed, I returned home and, after going to bed, fantasized: she
smiled at me, I bravely walked up to her, took her hand, and we went to her bedroom together, and then… the next morning,
I washed my underwear.

Later, I always thought about that movie theater and often came here, hoping to see her again. So, waiting for a refunded movie ticket became an important hobby of mine. I didn't tell my friends, always hesitating
here alone … waiting. 　　After that, I never saw her again, but I received warmth from others here many times. I also planned the next scenario countless times and encouraged myself to be brave. 　　Spring came, and for a not-so-interesting movie, I still came here. In my melancholy, a gentle voice quietly sounded beside me: "Want a ticket?" 　　I woke up as if from a dream. A slender, pretty girl stood next to me, probably around my age, sixteen or seventeen, dressed like most people in simple, ordinary clothes. Without giving her a good look, I quickly nodded, "Here's the money..." She replied, "Let's talk inside." I hurriedly followed her inside . 　　Having learned from my first experience, I sat very close to her, almost to the point of physical contact. I took out my money, but she said, "Forget it, it's a receipt from my company." However, I didn't recognize any of her acquaintances , so I thanked her sincerely... 　　As the lights dimmed, I very slowly and carefully moved my legs towards her. I expected a long distance, but I quickly felt her warmth. Was she moving closer to me too? Our legs quickly and firmly pressed together. I felt that long-awaited sensation. I was about to touch her with my hands, as I had dreamed of countless times, and like Julien Sorel, I bolstered my resolve. But I didn't have Julien's courage, so I had to resort to some tentative tactics. 　　I placed my hand on her knee near the point where we had touched, and my little finger tentatively moved towards her...

Movement. I wondered if she could feel the new stimulation on her knee or the outside of her thigh. Would she avoid me? If so,
I would immediately pretend to leave unintentionally and quietly watch my movie.

My little finger was clearly touching her leg. Her pants were thin, and her body heat was radiating out. My senses
told me that the muscles in her leg were soft… It seemed unintentional; my little finger was moving, very carefully, very slowly
.

I glanced sideways and noticed that she didn't seem to have any expression, as if she was focused on watching the movie… This left me bewildered.
Was she not feeling the movement because she was focused on the movie? I couldn't figure it out for a long time. However, I intensified
my offensive, moving my leg and little finger up and down, stimulating her knee and thigh, while gradually pressing my calf against
hers…

Oh, she finally moved, increasing the pressure on me. After several rounds of pressure changes, I
finally confirmed that she needed my touch. So, I mustered my courage and placed my hand on her knee. To
my surprise, her knee was thin and firm, but it still gave me a warm and comfortable feeling.

Almost simultaneously, her hand grasped the back of my hand, seemingly trying to drive me away. But that hesitation encouraged
me… her attempt to drive me away wasn't a true expression of intent, but rather a contradiction… So, I gripped
her tightly, caressing and feeling… Her hand's strength changed, and she began to caress the back of my hand as well. Soon, her
palms were sweating profusely… actually, the weather wasn't very warm.

After a while, I noticed her upper body was also pressed tightly against my shoulder, and slightly back
, as if she wanted to fall from behind me. I didn't immediately understand her, only slightly shifting my body to accommodate her. Her
right shoulder was now slightly behind my left shoulder, and something soft touched my shoulder… oh, it was her soft
, full breasts, pressed tightly against my shoulder.

My hand, seemingly without any restraint, quietly moved up to the middle of her thigh, and
even tried to explore backward with my little finger, wanting to touch a more hidden area. Perhaps it was innate? My
hand continued to caress her thighs, focusing on stimulating the inner thighs… I could hear her breathing
becoming heavy and rapid, because at this moment, her body was behind me, and her face was very close to my ear.

Finally, my little finger explored between her legs, and I felt her tremble slightly; her legs seemed
to contract in fear. However, I continued to advance firmly until my erection was firmly inside her
, and

I began to knead with my little finger. Her hand, which had been covering the back of my hand, slid limply to the juncture of our thighs, so I
intensified the movement of my little finger while using my other hand to place her hand between my hard legs. Her
hand seemed to have lost all feeling, soft and limp, lying there, afraid to make any movement. I joined my
entire hand in the work of my little finger, caressing and kneading that soft spot until she also bravely
grasped my hardness.

I finally mustered all my courage, leaning back and using the movement of my shoulders to
position her body slightly in front of me. My left hand quietly circled behind her, groping for her waist, while my other hand reached for her
breast, finally grasping her small, firm, and soft mound. Her head rested against my face, and I kissed her
earlobe…like a fish, gently nibbling at her earlobe.

I had a premonition that the movie might be ending soon…and I was afraid this feeling would leave me forever. I tried
to say something in her ear, but my throat was dry, and I could barely speak. After a long time, I managed to say, “
Shall we go out and have some coffee?” She sighed deeply, seemingly shaking her head in resignation…and then,
as if trying to snuggle into my arms, she leaned even closer to me.

As the movie's ending theme began to play, she seemed to be startled awake, quickly leaving my body,
tidying her hair and the clothes I had crumpled with her fingers... Without thinking, she stood up and left in another direction
... I wanted to follow her, but was blocked by the audience members who had all stood up, and watched helplessly as she walked out of the theater
...

(II)

As people gain more experience, sex is no longer a mystery. Over the years, women who have had physical intimacy, besides
having many unforgettable emotional memories, have gradually become indifferent to their sexual organs or the sounds and smiles during sex
. However, some past experiences of shy and mysterious sexual
contact with strangers, only in theaters or on buses, are often memorable.

In fact, contact in theaters still occasionally occurs in recent years, but the opportunity is rare. Because
there are too few opportunities to watch movies, and theaters are always sparsely populated. Strangers are easily embarrassed to sit
together. However, it is a truth that people of the opposite sex are always attracted to each other.

Last year, out of boredom, I went to see an American movie, the title of which, as usual, I can't remember. The theater wasn't crowded,
and although I saw a few single women, I didn't dare approach them rashly, so I
randomly found a seat in the dark back.

Later, I noticed a slender figure approaching, but I sensed she
wasn't coming from my row, but from behind me. Unable to resist, I turned around and glanced back. In the dim light, I saw a young
woman, whose appearance and clothing suggested good taste. Our eyes briefly met, and I involuntarily offered a smile and an
almost imperceptible nod. Even in the darkness, I felt a tiny spark…

At that moment, it was unimaginable that we would have a chance to sit together, but thankfully, she
sat down behind me. I tried to turn around, but ultimately couldn't. "She must sense
my interest in her," I thought.

Instinctively, I knew her hand was gripping the back of the chair in front of her, right next to my shoulder where I was leaning back
. I could even feel the trembling of her fingers and their warmth. So, I turned back to "admire" her again
, because my smile was the message of appreciation I was conveying. My turn was sudden, but her gaze was clearly
fixed on my shoulder…

Seeing my gaze, she lowered her head shyly. Her fingers remained where they had been. Taking the opportunity to turn around
, I adjusted my posture, and my shoulder touched those slender, soft fingers. Her delicate hand seemed
to move slightly, perhaps just tremble, as if trying to move away, but ultimately remained still.

I used the muscles of my shoulder to touch her, to feel her. I also used the undulations of my shoulder muscles to convey some kind of message
, hoping for a response. But her hand remained so still, letting my body send
signals that stirred waves within her, like a sleeping baby.

My efforts finally elicited a slight response; it was merely a slight tremor of those slender fingers, yet I
felt it was like a passionate moan or a strong contraction. Her movement encouraged me, and so
the contact between my shoulder and fingers began to vary in pressure, friction, and rotation… but all were extremely subtle, almost imperceptible even to those right beside us
. But the feeling was so wonderful. I'd rather trade a night of unbridled madness and
exhaustion for this moment to last a little longer, to feel it more real…

I started turning back frequently, each time seeing a hint of pleasure in her seemingly focused expression as she watched the movie
. Finally, I tried to tilt my head back as far as possible, hoping for her reaction. With my persistence, she finally
leaned her upper body towards me.

“Can I go to the back?”

“No, just watch it here.” She said calmly and naturally. She was clearly much younger than me, yet her tone
was like that of an older sister. So, this game of feeling had to continue…

As the movie neared its end, I went to the aisle ahead of time, right at the corner of her row. She saw me, but
didn't immediately get up; she sat there fixing her hair and clothes… That half-minute felt like half a year to me
.

Finally, she stood up, and I met her at the corner, casually touching her hand and
taking hers—the soft hand I'd felt on my shoulder for over an hour. She tried to pull her hand away, but my insistence told
her, "No!" So, neither of us spoke as we walked from the movie theater into the dimly lit, tree-lined path.

I placed her left hand in my right, and naturally put my right arm around her shoulder. Her body was clearly
trembling, even tense and stiff. In a spot where the light was blocked by dense foliage, we stopped. I
very slowly pulled her to my chest, my lips first touching her forehead, then her eyes, her cheeks, and finally
her lips… Our bodies were pressed tightly together, and I hugged her tightly, sucking her saliva, so sweet
, that I forgot the passage of time…

Suddenly, she pushed me away: "I should go back, my family is waiting…"

Of course, I knew who her family was, but that didn't matter.

"Can I see you again?"

"I don't know, maybe…"

"Can I have your phone number?"

"It's better not to, maybe we'll see each other again, I'm afraid… Let's forget about it, okay?"

I felt I was being a gentleman, so as promised, I didn't try to follow her. I didn't want her to
feel uneasy, because she seemed so gentle, kind, and docile. I hailed a taxi, gave the driver
10 yuan, and calmly said to her, "Goodbye, get some rest..."

Everything happened in the dim light. I can no longer clearly remember her face, only that our kiss
was perhaps the sweetest, most intoxicating, and most unforgettable kiss I've ever experienced.

Now, when I try to distinguish between beautiful young women in their late twenties, if I encountered her, would we
recognize each other? Probably not. However, if we kissed, I'm certain I would feel that it was
her.

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