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First Date

I stare at the TV, the news playing a story about an attack on several warehouses by unknown people, all of the warehouses destroyed. It's the Symbiotes. Of course. I shake my head, shutting the TV off. It's not my problem. I was told I'd be useless, and as long as the Symbiotes don't find me, it doesn't affect me. I pull my polo on and check my reflection in the mirror. I have to give myself props. Usually I have no taste in fashion, but today it's not bad. Dressy enough for the restaurant, but casual enough for the movie. My phone vibrates and I pick it up, seeing it's my Uber messaging me that they're five minutes away. Good. Perfect timing.

Just as I'm about to set my phone down to put on my shoes, it begins to ring. I look at it and roll my eyes. Miles. I ignore the call, as I have the last dozen times he's called me the last few days, and pull my shoes on. Just as I finish, there's a knock at the door, and my head tingles. I glare at the door, then turn away from it, pulling out my bottle of cologne and spray myself a couple times. Then, as I put it away, my door swings open and Gwen, Miles, and Peter walk in, Gwen putting a lock picking set away.

"Does the term privacy invasion mean anything to you three?" I ask.

"We need your help," Peter says.

"Funny, I seem to recall being told I'm useless," I say, coming my hair into place. "And I seem to remember telling you that if you ever came to ask for help I'd have a message for you. What was it?" I pretend to think for a moment. "Oh yeah, I remember. Kiss my ass."

"When we found you there were three," Miles says. "Now there are eight. We need more help."

"Not my problem," I say, glancing out the window. "As long as I have these bracelets on, they're not after me."

"They're up to something," Gwen tries. "All of the stores they've destroyed, they were stealing things. They stole jewels, radios, cellphones. At those warehouses last night they stole a ton of machinery that we don't even know what it does."

"Did you check eBay?" I ask. "I'll bet it's all on eBay."

"This is serious!" Gwen snaps. "People's lives are on the line! We have no idea what they want!"

"Again, not my problem," I say. "If it doesn't directly effect me, and this doesn't, then I don't care."

"Ben," Peter says, stepping forward and resting his hand on my shoulder. "I know you're a good person. These Symbiotes, they're dangerous. They eat people. And whatever they want all of the stuff they stole for, it's dangerous. Symbiotes don't do anything for no reason. We can't stop them without help. We need you."

I'm silent for a moment before gritting my teeth and shoving his hand off of my shoulder. "No. No, no, no, no, no! I don't care about Symbiotes, or Spiderman, or about anyone else in this fucking shithole of a city! They can all die for all I care! If you need help, go to some other dimension to get it! I'm not helping you! I'm going to go on my date and enjoy myself! Now if you'll excuse me, my Uber is here."

I walk down to the street and climb into the Uber, then take a deep breath to calm myself, sending Lexi a text to let her know I'm on the way. Twenty minutes later, I get out of the Uber, asking him to wait, and walk over to Lexi's house, knocking on the door. After several seconds, the door opens and Lexi's father glares at me from the other side.

"So, you actually showed up this time," he says. "You have a lot of guts standing my daughter up."

"Dad, it's fine!" Lexi says, stepping around her father and hugging him before closing the door, turning around and smiling sweetly, allowing me to inspect her outfit.

She's wearing a short white skirt that ends maybe halfway down her thighs, allowing me to see plenty of her smooth legs, then a sleeveless baby blue blouse with the collar cut low enough to show off her cleavage. I finally manage to tear my eyes away from her body and look up at her face, seeing the slightly amused smile and the mischievous glint in her eyes.

"You look amazing," I say.

"Thanks," she smiles. "So do you. I hope I'm dressed well enough for wherever we're going."

"You look perfect," I say. "Come on. It's not far."

She nods and I walk her to the Uber, opening her door for her, allowing her to climb in before closing it. Then, I walk around and get in the other side, setting a trip to the restaurant, the driver claiming the rights to the ride instantly, then pulling out, driving away from the house. As we ride in silence, I struggle to keep my eyes off of Lexi. Her smooth, creamy legs, her perfect breasts, her beautiful face. And I know she knows it, too, because I can clearly see the knowing smirk on her face.

"So, are you going to tell me where we're going?" She asks finally.

"Nope," I say. "No point in ruining the surprise."

"Alright," She says. "Well are you at least going to say it?"

"Say what?"

"You don't know what day today is do you?" She asks, smiling knowingly.

"Should I?" I ask.

"It's my birthday!" She beams. "As of three o'clock this morning, I'm officially eighteen!"

"Happy birthday!" I smile. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," she smiles. "So, aside from dinner, are we doing anything else tonight?"

"I got us tickets to a movie," I say.

"Which one?" She asks.

"You'll have to wait and see," I say.

She glares at me before sighing and shrugging. "Fine. Be that way."

"Oh believe me, I will," I smile.

She rolls her eyes and leans over, laying her head on my shoulder. I wrap an arm around her and she smiles, wrapping hers around me.

"I really am glad you're feeling better," she says. "We were all really worried."

"Thanks," I smile.

We're both silent for a little while longer before reaching the restaurant. Lexi gasps as she realizes where we're going. It's a fancy Italian place not far from the movie theater that has valet parking if you have a car, accepts reservations only, and that generally costs a small fortune to eat at. Fortunately for me, I've been saving for years and I have enough money to afford the dinner.

"Oh my God, we can't go here!" she says. "It's too expensive!"

"I'm sure one night won't kill us," I say. "Relax and enjoy yourself. Let me worry about the price."

"No!" she says. "You're not paying for my food here!"

"Lexi, relax," I smile. "Trust me."

She sighs and nods. "Alright. Fine."

I smile and the driver parks letting us both out, Lexi getting out before I have the chance to open her door for me, sticking her tongue out at me as she sees me roll my eyes. We walk too the doorman and I check us in. A waiter leads us to a table in the corner and hands us menus before taking our drink orders and walking away. As I look down the menu, I glance up at Lexi, seeing that she's watching her menu, but has a tiny smile playing across her lips.

"What?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" she asks innocently.

"You're smiling like you know something I don't," I say.

"I do," she says. "Lots of stuff, actually."

"Like what?" I ask, setting my menu down since I know what I'm getting anyway.

"Well, for one thing," she says. "I know what I'm planning for tonight. You don't."

My eyes widen a fraction of a centimeter and her smile widens slightly more. She can't possibly have meant it that way. Or maybe she did, but it was only to mess with me. Right?

"Anything else?" I ask.

"Of course," she smiles. "Haven't you ever been told that girls know more than guys?"

I roll my eyes as the waiter arrives taking our orders and dropping off our drinks. Then, he leaves again, and I turn back to Lexi.

"So, what are your plans for tonight?" I ask.

"No point in ruining the surprise," she says, smiling coyly.

I roll my eyes. "Okay, fine. I was going to tell you what movie we're going to see, but I guess I'll just let you find out when we get there."

Her smile widens. "That's fine. It's much more fun to watch you stress out over not knowing what I mean."

I glare at her and she winks back. I shake my head and shift the conversation to more normal topics, like how her school is, and how things are for her at home. After a while, our food arrives and we continue our conversation in between bites of our food. As expensive as the food is, it's actually worth it for the taste. And it's also fairly large portions.

Once we're finished, we wait for our bill and I pay for the food, trying to ignore just how many digits the bill is, and also refusing to allow her to see it. Then, once I've payed and gotten my debit card back, we walk outside, looking around.

"Come on," I smile. "The theater's this way."

"Wait, we're walking?" she asks.

"It's only a couple of blocks," I smile.

"What if we get mugged?" she asks.

"I'll protect you," I promise. "Nothing's going to hurt you."

She hesitates another moment before smiling and nodding. She slips her hand into mine and my heart jumps into my throat before I smile, giving her hand a light squeeze before turning and walking down the sidewalk. It's a nice night. Not too cold, not too hot. Granted, it's still a city, so we can't really look at the stars or anything as we walk, but we're both content to just enjoy each other's company. Within a few minutes, we reach the theater and I show the lady at the ticket booth that I bought them online.

"Theater six," she says.

I nod and we walk inside, getting a large popcorn to share and each getting a large soda. Then, we walk down the hallway toward theater six. As soon as she sees the sign over the door, she gasps, then squeals in delight. The movie I chose for us is a romance that got really good reviews online. However, the reason I picked this movie over a horror movie, as much fun as cuddling with her would be, is that I saw her name in a Google review, saying that she wanted to watch it. And that was from the same day I bought the tickets.

We find a pair of seats at the back, at her request, and I struggle not to think up reasons for us being seated at the very back, under the balcony where it's almost too dark to see. Slowly, others filter into the theater, though none of them move closer than three or four rows up where they can easily see where there snacks are during the movie. Finally, the movie starts. It starts off really depressing. The main guy's wife and kids die in a plane crash on the way back from visiting the in-laws, the main guy having had to not go visit due to work. Then, during the funeral, he sees another funeral going on and goes over once his own is finished, finding that the main girl's mother, father, brother, sister, and boyfriend had all been on the plane too. He introduces himself and asks if she wants to go get coffee together, as "mutual grievers." And that was all the first ten minutes of the movie. I already feel like I might cry. As much as I try to hide it, when it comes to shit like losing loved ones, I'm a huge softy.

As the two main characters are enjoying their coffee and getting to know each other, I reach into the popcorn bag, which I'm shocked to find is halfway empty already. I take a handful of popcorn out and she reaches over, setting the popcorn on the floor and lifting the arm rest up out of the way, as well as the one on her other side, then lifts her legs up, laying sideways in the two seats and rests her head on my shoulder. I hesitate for a moment before wrapping my arm around her, resting my hand on her side, just above her waist. Then, I look back at the screen just as the scene changes from the two of them staring into each other's eyes at the coffee shop to the two stumbling through an apartment, joined at the lips and losing clothes along the way. I blink, staring at the screen. Clearly I missed something, but the thing I'm more worried about is how awkward this scene is abut to make our date.

"This is my favorite thing about this movie," she says, one hand resting on my leg, almost innocently. "It's so...real."

I'm not sure what she means, but I'm not really listening fully. I'm struggling to keep myself from getting too worked up from her hand drawing small designs along the front of my thigh and back as the main characters on the screen have what's probably the most graphic non-porn sex scene I've ever seen. I glance at Lexi, but she's smiling contentedly as she watches the scene, not a care in the world. I swallow hard, trying to ignore her hand through the rest of the scene, another two minutes of it, before it finally ends and the two characters decide it didn't mean anything. Then throughout the rest of the movie, seemingly everything continues to remind them of each other. And when they both end up sleeping with someone else, in what is once again an extremely graphic sex scene, which Lexi again apparently has no problem with, they both end up saying each other's name.

At this point in the movie, Lexi moves to sit in my lap, laying her head on my shoulder as her firm, perfectly round ass presses against my erection. I'm terrified she's going to get mad at me, or offended, or something, but instead she simply grins, wiggling her hips for a moment before settling in. I stare at her in disbelief as she simply sits there, my eyes the size of saucers and a convincingly innocent smile playing across her lips. One the screen, the main characters go around trying to find each other, having decided that it obviously had meant something after all. In the end, they inevitably find each other, have a very, very long, very, very graphic sex scene, and then the movie skips to them getting married, the girl's belly already clearly bearing a child.

As the credits begin to scroll up the screen, I glance at Lexi again, seeing that she looks perfectly comfortable. I swallow hard and am about to say something when she yawns, sitting up and stretching her back, pushing her chest out and twisting toward me, practically putting her chest in my face, then stands and begins to walk away, hips swaying. I swallow hard.

"Jesus Christ give me strength," I mutter as I follow her out of the theater.

I swallow hard as I find her waiting for me by the door, smiling radiantly at me. I'm fucked, I decide. In less than four hours, this girl's gotten me wrapped around her finger so tight that if she told me to jump I'd probably jump ten times before thinking to ask how high. As she slips her hand into mine again, my heart pounds against my ribcage so hard I could swear she has to be able to hear it too. I pat my pockets, checking to make sure I didn't drop my phone or wallet. I glance at her again as she rests her head on my shoulder as we walk. Judging by the movie, I don't have to guess what she has planned for tonight. Which scares me. Not only because I've never done it and don't want to make a fool of myself, but also because I most definitely did not see things going this way, so I most definitely didn't come prepared.

"So...uh...when did you first see that movie?" I ask.

"Last Sunday," she says.

"Oh, okay," I nod before stopping, narrowing my eyes. "Wait a minute, you posted your review on Tuesday. You conniving little...you knew I'd see it and decide to take you to that movie."

"Maybe," she grins, taking a couple steps forward and turning back toward me. "If you don't like it, maybe you should punish me."

Then, she winks at me and turns, slipping out through the door as I stand there, stunned. I blink and shake my head, going after her and find her waiting at the door of a taxi that had just dropped off another couple. She slips into the cab as I get close and I follow, closing the door. Then, before I can say anything, she tells the cab to take us to my dorm. I glance at her. Her father was definitely not going to be okay with me bringing her back late, but on the other hand, if I brought her home now, I definitely wouldn't get to see if she was just messing with me or if she was serious. She looks up at me with a look like she was challenging me. I swallow hard, eyes glancing down at her body for a moment unbidden. Then, they return to her face, and she grins knowingly, raising one eyebrow.

My resolve snaps instantly and I lean in, capturing her lips with my own. Instantly, she swings a leg over my lap, hands fisting in the hair on the back of my head as her tongue almost instantly slips between mine to coax mine into playing with it. My hands move to her chest instantly, massaging them through her shirt and pulling a moan from her lips, both of us ignoring the taxi driver clearing his throat. After several minutes, I slide my hands down, pulling her skirt up, only to freeze, my thumbs brushing against each other at the back of her waist where her panties should be. I say should because when my thumbs trail down slightly, they find nothing but smooth, soft skin. I pull back from the kiss and she grins.

"You're horrible," I say.

"Maybe you should punish me then," she says, kissing me again.

I happily return to what I was doing, however I do take her advice abut punishment. I slap her ass lightly, just enough to make a noise and she gasps then moans, rocking against me. Then, a flash of pain shoots through my head from the right and I spin, putting myself between her and the right side of the cab just before something slams into us and everything goes dark, the last sound I hear being screams.

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