Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
She gives me a shy little smile, which means we must be advancing in our relationship. She’s no longer getting angry when I compliment her.
Her blonde hair is tied in the back and falling on her shoulders in luscious blonde waves. I just want to sink my hands into it as I kiss her glossy lips.
“You two look so cute together,” Megan says as she turns around and sees us walking behind her.
We maneuver through the crowd to our section on the top floor. We’re in the VIP area that leads to the balconies.
“Enjoy the show!” Dad says as he takes the arm of his smiling wife and disappears through the curtains that lead to their balcony.
“Bye!” Megan says with a wave.
It’s just me and Harmony now.
Her cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink as I turn to her.
“You’re blushing,” I say with a grin.
She rolls her eyes. “You’re impossible.”
I chuckle as she grabs the tickets out of my hands and marches over to our private balcony. She shows them to security and they let us in.
“Wow,” she whispers under her breath when we walk onto our balcony. We’re on top of the whole theater, overlooking everyone as they take their seats.
The orchestra is set up on the massive stage with the empty seats and instruments ready to go. All that’s missing are the musicians.
“After you,” I say as I wave to our two empty seats.
“Thank you, sir,” Harmony says with a sexy little smile as she walks past me and takes a seat.
“This is like a date,” I say as I sit down beside her.
I’m expecting some pushback or some attitude, but she just smiles at me. “It is.”
A date… With our parents…
Megan is standing in the balcony in front of us, waving. We wave back and then she sits down next to my father, just the top of their heads showing.
It is private up here. The red curtain blocks out the hallway of the VIP section, plus we’re at the far end, so it’s unlikely that anyone is going to peek in.
The walls of the balcony are fairly high, which means that no one in the theater can see lower than our shoulders.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Harmony says as she looks over the edge at all of the nicely dressed people finding their seats. I’m only looking at her.
I never thought a woman could be this beautiful. I never thought I could want someone with this much intensity.
I’m falling in love with this girl. I’m falling hard.
It was a lustful attraction at first, but now it’s becoming more.
I don’t want to leave her side. I don’t want to live without her.
An excited little gasp bubbles out of her when the lights dim. Anticipation fills the theatre as everyone hurries to sit down.
Harmony looks at me and smiles, her big blue eyes alive with excitement and energy.
The musicians walk onto the stage in an orderly line and the crowd claps and cheers. We’re clapping too as the conductor comes out and takes a bow in the middle of the stage. The crowd gets louder.
My excitement builds. Not for the show, but for spending the next two hours alone with my girl.
They settle in and then begin.
The first strains of music slice through the silence and I sit a little straighter. My eyes are fixated on the stage as my senses spark to life.
The rhythmic pulse of the double basses mix with the fluttering violins and beautiful sounds of the brass section.
We both stare forward in stunned silence as the powerful crescendos ignite our bodies and sends shivers rippling down our spines.
I can feel the captivating music in my bones. It resonates through me and I can tell that Harmony is feeling the same. Her back is stiff. Her face transfixed on the stage. The symphony wraps around us like a warm embrace, rising and pulsing and bringing us along with it.
Our hands come together. Our fingers entwine.
The music mounts to its most powerful crescendo and then comes back down, playing softly for us.
We look at each other. Her blue eyes are sparkling. She’s crying.
I can’t stop myself from kissing her.
We lean in and our lips come together in a soft sensual kiss. It’s over too fast, because so is the song.
The crowd claps and we break apart, clapping along with them.
When the next song starts, a Christmas song I recognize but don’t know the name of, we slide back into the moment.
And my hand slides back onto hers.
She’s gripping my fingers as the music mounts to a booming pitch. My hand is resting on her soft thigh.
She lets go of me to wipe her watery eyes, but I don’t let go. I cup her inner thigh as we watch and listen. I’m so close… I wonder if she’s wet right now. It’s all I can think about. That soft wet little pussy…