The redhead climbs up onto your lap, pulling the armrest of her seat
up, so she can curl her legs onto her chair, reclining more onto you.
She kisses you on the cheek, and watches the second now-lesbian new
werewolf's transformation on the screen along with you.
She nips at your neck, guiding your hand to her boiling-hot and wet
panties, rubbing herself with your hand. "Mmm...." she whispers, "This
is a great movie, isn't it?"
"Jesus Christ, it's the best movie I've ever been to," you reply quite
honestly.
She giggles, leaning up to nip at your earlobe. "I can do that too,
you know," she whispers.
"What?" You're instantly hard again, harder than before. "You're
serious?"
"Mmhmmm..." she coos into your ear. "I can tell that's something
you're into, am I right?"
"Oh yeah," you reply, no longer really paying attention to the movie
any longer. There's a hunting scene going on, and it's nowhere nearly
as interesting as what you've got in your lap.
"I could taste it on you," she whispers. "Your scent changed the
moment they started changing. Your load..it tasted like a werewolf
load, at least sort of. You're one of us..you just haven't changed
yet."
"Really?" you ask. "I never really thought of myself like that, I
guess."
"Trust me," she says, "You are. I'm never wrong on this sort of thing.
Werewolves can spot each other, even if they're like you...hidden
ones."
"Hidden ones?" you ask, "So there's others like me?"
"Absolutely, lover.." she says, kissing you on the lips lightly as she
says it. "I was like you once...and then I came here and was set free.
Most of us are hidden at first...and then we find this place, like
some sort of instinctual racial memory."
You start to try and remember where you got the idea to come here, and
you realize you have no idea. You came here alone, to an island known
for its parties, and yet you chose to go to a movie theatre. It truly
almost was as if you were destined to come here. You could have
invited others along with you, but you didn't. It all begins to make
sense, as though some part of your mind is unlocking that you didn't
know was there until you found her.
You sat in silence for another minute or so, processing this
information. When you finally come back to the present, you see her
smiling up at you in a somewhat tender way. "You're...you're right.."
you whisper, incredulous.
She smiles that tender smile again, nuzzling against you before
kissing you more deeply on the lips. Her hands cup your face, and she
sits up more straight, leaning her forehead against yours, locking
eyes with you. Her face was full of tenderness and compassion as she
whispered, "Let's get out of here....let me set you free..."