Olivia's Point Of View ~

I hurry over to my car. My keys jingling as they dangle from the silver ring that my finger is looped through. Pressing the 'unlock' button that is so considerately provided.

Easy.

Driving off happily. Turning up the voice of one of my favourite female vocalists. It's a voice that you listen to because it's quite unique and beautiful. It's lyrics that fill you with emotion and gets you thinking and reflecting. See, it's this music I bleed, these lyrics I breathe and the melody is such a part of me. I bob my head along as the speakers blast it out throughout my car. I love music. It's helped me through a lot. I really believe that.

Michael and I are going to see a movie tonight. We both picked it out, it's a romance one . . 

Okay fine . . 

I picked it out. 

But Michael said he doesn't mind what I decide to watch. He's fine with anything. I have been feeling so much better . . about the whole 'forgetting about Eric thing'. Especially with hanging out with Michael more and more. We always did hang out before but . . now that I'm not in a relationship anymore, I have more time on my hands. Truth is, I still am thinking about Eric. He hasn't completely gone from my mind but at this moment . . right now . . I believe that I feel some what okay about it. I feel like I'm actually living now. I know I have Michael to thank for that. That night when Michael and I had sex in the lounge room by the burning fire. It gave me so much more confidence in myself. He made me feel sexy and loved. Michael was very sweet and considering, he always is  . . but that night something seemed real and true about him. Like whatever he was feeling in that moment with me, was indeed true? . . 

I don't know . . I must be thinking too much into it. 

He was very passionate. I always knew that Michael was good but that night I was like . . 

Wow! 

He blew me away. We have slept together before that night and I must admit that moment was quite beautiful and different from the others. The thing with me is our sex, I always see it as a casual thing that we do. I don't see it going any further than that. Michael and I are not together, no. Don't get me wrong, I love Michael to death, I adore him. He's an amazing friend, he's that certain person that is there for me to make me feel better emotionally and physically.

I open the front door of our apartment. Stepping inside to find Michael sitting on the couch and  watching television? . . he is aware that we're actually going to the movies really soon? . . 

He turns around to face me, flashing me a smile. 

"Hey Liv . . how was work? . . " He asks me. 

"Yeah, it was good thank you . . " I say chuckling, nearly falling over as I take my shoes off. 

I hold onto a nearby chair to steady myself. I make my way to the stairs, my toes poised against the bottom step with my head turned to look towards a distracted Michael. 

"Michael? . . I'm just gonna get changed, then we can go . . " I announce to him. 

" . . ah . . yeah, sounds good, baby . . " 

He says lifting his hand up. Signalling me to carry on but fails to look over at me at all. 

I roll my eyes, cracking a smile and make my way up stairs. I quickly throw something on and head back down the stairs, back into the lounge room where Michael is still staring at the television screen. I walk over to him, a cheeky smile spreading across my face. Placing my arms on the top of the couch, leaning down to Michael's ear. 

"Michael, can we go now please . . " I whisper into his ear. 

"Oh, Liv. You scared me, baby . . " He says giggling, this time turning around to look at me. 

" . . yeah after this show is finished, I promise . . " He tells me. 

"Sure Michael . . " I tell him. 

He smiles turning back towards to the television screen. I walk very slowly over to his side and sit down next to him on the couch. Fiddling with my fingers as they lay in my lap.

Hmm . . 

I'm bored. I move a little in my seat, purposely getting a little restless. Michael turns his head to the side to look at me and asks if I'm okay. I let out a sigh, a smile on the corner of my lips. Michael just smiles back at me. Before quickly snapping his gaze once again over to screen in front of him. I suddenly straddle his lap. Looking into his eyes, my arms wrapped around his neck. 

"Whoa . . Liv, what are you doing babe? . . " He asks but in a seductive tone. 

I bite my lip playfully. Liking his reaction, bringing my lips to his ear . . 

"Can we go now? . . " I whisper, scattering kisses on his cheek. I decide to tease him a little. Rubbing my area over his. I feel him getting bigger through his black pants. 

"Olivia . . umm . . can you . . umm . . you're making me horny baby . . " I admits. 

I start unbuttoning his shirt. My lips finding home on his jaw and neck. Fingertips running down his toned chest. He lets out a moan, his arms wrapping around me tightly. He stands up, bringing his lips to lock with mine. My legs wrapped around his waist . . feeling his hard length rubbing against my inner thigh. Michael gives his attention back to the television screen. His show has just finished. Rising my eyebrows and lowering myself from Michael's now loose hold around me, finding my feet once again. Leaving Michael's heated body, I move backwards. His chest rising and falling fast. His breathing increased along with his expression that's full of confusion. 

"The shows finished Michael . . lets go! you promised . . " I say happily. Letting out a giggle. 

Michael lets out a frustrated groan. Buttoning up his shirt and tying his curls into a ponytail. His flushed cheeks are cute to see I must admit. 

"You did that on purpose, baby . . what about this? . . " He asks me. 

He says looking down to his enlarged dick, pointing to it. I can't help but to laugh out loud. Aw poor Michael. But I just had to do that. I was hoping I could distract him from his television show,  make him become bored and frustrated like I was waiting for him and his show to finish. I run out the door, laughing my head off. Michael having no choice but to follow me. I sit in the passenger seat of his black Mercedes. 

Michael's Point Of View ~

Oh man . . 

I must admit, she got me real good. Well, she is the girl that I'm in love with. So why shouldn't it have worked? . . 

We find our seats and sit down. The movie theatre lights dimming down then turning off completely for the movie to begin. I am still trying to calm myself down from Olivia's little game of torture before we left our place. I have a little now though, and I still am . . hard. Now it's my turn to get Olivia back. I bring my hand up and off from the arm rest. Placing my palm on Olivia's soft thigh, rubbing it up and down. She gasps quietly. I love feeling her smooth skin. It's beautiful and just super sexy. I lift up her dress and let my fingers find the hem of her panties . . 

"Michael, what are you doing? . . " She whispers to me. 

I lean over to her, whispering back into her ear.

"What you did before was a big mistake" . . 

" . . now, let's see how you like getting all hot for nothing . . "

She lets out a quiet moan, just from hearing me say that. Her legs are spread enough apart for me. She wants this. I know she does. There aren't a lot of people in this particular theatre. There is only an a middle aged couple sitting a good few rows in front of us, which is perfect. I can have my way with her. 

I start messaging her clit, Olivia lets out a small whimper. 

"Michael baby, oh my god! . . " Her hand grips onto my arm. Lifting her bum up from the seat.

"You like that? . . " I say with a grin upon my face. 

"Yes Michael . . my god" She whispers breathlessly, a little bit too loud though. 

Whoops . . 

The middle aged couple look back at us. Thankfully not noticing where my hand is. The women telling us to be quiet as our classified actions are obviously interrupting their viewing experience. I guess they think that we are just . . talking. I use my other hand to signal the couple of our apologies. She turns back around and back to the screen. 

"Be quiet, baby . . your too loud" Leaning into her ear, kissing her cheek.  

She spread her legs more apart for me. An almost silent moan escapes her lips. She straddles my lap once again. Her arms around my neck as she faces me. My eyes looking over her shoulder, making sure the couple hasn't turned around to us and caught us in this intimate position.

"Lets go, Michael . . not here . . " 

I peck her lips. She takes my hand and we run out of the movie theatre. Finding ourselves in the toilets. The huge mirror showing us our flushed expressions as Olivia quickly searchers all the toilet stalls for anyone.

to be continued.