We were enjoying a bit of wine with our steak, smiling and making eyes
at each other as we sat on the couch and tried to find something
suitable on the tv. As Terri flipped channels, she suddenly exclaimed
"Ooh!" and stopped when she found "An American Werewolf in London."
This struck me slightly odd, as she had never really been one for
horror movies, and definitely never showed any interest in werewolf
movies. I'd had a bit of a thing for them for quite some time even
before meeting her..somewhat to a sexual degree, I'll admit. (Not that
I ever let her in on that sort of thing..it seemed too freaky, even
for me.)
We'd tuned in shortly before the famous transformation scene, and as
it got closer, she became more fixated on the movie and grown quieter.
A quick glance at her as it started let me easily see her hard nipples
through her thin shirt.(She apparently had decided to skip the bra, I
noticed.)
"Wow," I said to her, "You certainly seem to be enjoying this movie."
Although I'd phrased it in more of a general way, she clearly caught
my meaning. She blushed lightly, taking a large gulp of wine. "Fucking
pussy," she said with a laugh. "It doesn't hurt bad at all. It's just
a bit uncomfortable if you fight it."
"And you know this...how?" I asked, half-teasingly, though my heart
beat just a little harder in my chest. She'd made the comment so
casually, it was like she was just blurting out a bit of common
knowledge.
"Well.." she began.