Incontinence
Ichigo woke up the next morning feeling great. After last night something seemed to have changed in him a little bit. His room was now clean and he no longer felt like crap. He felt (mostly) like himself again. Even the diapers he had to wear didn't bother him much today. When he'd taken a closer look at the diapers his dad had bought him he felt much better. They had been the pull on kind not the tapped kind. Which made him feel a little bit grateful towards his father.
Slinking out of bed he stood and stretched, first to the left and then to the right. Then he bent in half to stretch his lower back. When he'd finished he shook himself out of his clothes and out of his used undergarment. He threw it gracefully into the wastebasket. He then slipped out his door, half naked, and raced to the bathroom. In a few minutes he had showered himself clean and was back in his room. With a bounce to his step he pulled on a fresh diaper and then his uniform pants. They weren't as tight because they weren't as thick as his previous ones had been which made him feel even better. After pulling on his jacket he bounded downstairs where his sisters were already eating breakfast. "Morning!" He chirped, sliding into his chair. After thanking for the food he immediately dug in, barely chewing each piece of food. Everything tasted just fantastic today he thought, holding his bowl out for his third helping of rice.
"Nii-chan, you're acting weird." Karin pointed out as she read the newspaper and watched her brother at the same time. "It's like you're a completely different person."
Ichigo shrugged before letting out a large belch. "Excuse me. And I don't know what you're talking about. Can't a guy just be in a really good mood once in awhile?"
Karin cocked an eyebrow and set down her paper. "If it were any other man in the world, sure. But you're not one of those guys. You're dark, moody, and almost always brooding about something. When you're 'chipper' it bothers me. Are you on drugs?"
Ichigo glared at her but chuckled. "If I were on drugs, you'd be the first to know. But I have to go to school. Behave, and have a great day." He stood and walked around the table just to ruffle her, for once, unhatted head.
Smiling he bounced to the door where he grabbed his bag and slipped on his shoes. The walk to school seemed much shorter today than usual and everything seemed so much brighter. The sun felt amazing and Ichigo was just in an overall good mood. When he arrived at school he danced towards his classroom. After setting his things down on his desk he strode over to where Chad, Orihime, and Rukia stood by themselves, chatting quietly. Orihime was the first to spot him and her face lit up instantly. In her usual, cheery tone she greeted him, "Oh. Good morning, Kurosaki-kun!"
"Morning." He smiled and slid in between her and Chad, standing much closer to her than he ever had before. He slipped his hands into his pockets and let all his weight drop to one leg so he could stand with one hip jutted to the side. "What are you all huddled over here for?"
Rukia, of course, had her cell phone out with a serious look on her face. "We were just discussing a recent spike in hollow activity." She replied as she pounded the key pad with her thumb. "It seems a certain someone has been shying from his job."
Ichigo shrugged. "Some things came up..."
She glanced up at him with a glare. "Personal life matters should not ever mix with work matters. A person's soul is more important than anything else. You should know this very well, Ichigo." She reprimanded him, her tone sharp and her eyes unforgiving. "The day you became a full fledged shinigami, metaphorically, was the day you put personal matters on the back burner."
Again he shrugged, unaffected by her bitter attitude. "Well I'm back and feeling great. You won't have to worry about it again." He then turned to Orihime with a smile and asked, politely, "Hey. Do you want to come see a movie with me tonight or something? I've got a little bit of free time and thought it would be nice if we could hang out together, alone, for once."
Orihime's face lit up, bright red, and she turned away from him. Clearly embarrassed by the suddenness of the situation she replied, barely above a whisper, "Sure. That sounds great."
"Fantastic. I'll meet you after school at the front gates." With a grin he left them, all with a look of confusion on their face.
Chad, who usually never commented on anything said quietly, "Are we sure that wasn't an imposter? Something is... Different about him."
Rukia followed him with her eyes, watching his interactions with other students. Her frown faded into a smile as she watched Ichigo greet the, as usual, over zealous Asano. "He's no imposter. But something really must of come up for his attitude to just all of a sudden change so drastically."
Orihime, with a rather stupid look on her face, replied, "I think I like Kurosaki-kun this way. It's nice to seem him smile for a change." Just as she finished speaking Ishida came into the room with a strained look on his face. This caught Orihime's attention instantly. "I'll talk to you guys later." Smiling she waved and turned to stride over to Ishida's desk where he sat, still as glass."Good morning, Ishida-kun." He gave no reply. "Ishida-kun?" She reached out and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. This startled him into looking around at her.
"Oh. Inoue. I didn't see you." He pushed his glasses up on his nose. "What can I do for you?"
She let go of his shoulder and turned to look out the window, an almost sad look coming over her. "I thought I'd come over and ask what was bothering you. You seemed down so I wanted to give you someone to talk to."
"How kind of you but I don't think you'd understand." Ishida muttered, rather bitterly.
Orihime turned back to him. "If you don't tell me first how do you know if I'll understand or not?"
Her tone was suddenly sharp which surprised Ishida. She was never cross or angry so why all of a sudden? "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just that... Well it's been two weeks since me and Kurosaki split up. In those two weeks we haven't spoken once besides those few times where we were forced to. Where it would be awkward if we didn't talk than if we did. I keep wondering how he's holding up but someone I get the feeling he doesn't want me to know."
She nodded once in awhile as she let the information sink in. When he'd finished saying what he wanted to she sighed, deafeatedly. "You're right Ishida. I don't understand. Has something been wrong with Kurosaki-kun? He hasn't said anything to anyone else."
"I'm sorry but I can't disclose that information. It's a private matter." Ishida replied, turning away from her. He began pulling out his things to distract himself. He didn't want to think about him right now. It felt so painful. It hurt to be in the same room as him but not be able to touch him.
"Oh." They both paused in silence for a bit until she finally said, "Well I'm going out with him tonight to a movie. Would you like me to ask how's he been?"
Ishida's head snapped to the side, his eyes wide. He was going out with her? Why? Didn't he like him any more? So many thoughts flooded his mind as he sat there, dumbstruck. In the back of his mind, though, where it was calm, he knew this was right. Their break-up was so sudden, and he hadn't really given him a great reason to wait, so it was only natural that he'd find someone new. His heart still ached though. But he quickly composed himself and replied, "Um, sure. That would be great."
"Okay. Talk to you later then." She bowed and walked back to her desk.
The final bell rang and Ichigo was raring to go. He was completely ready for his sudden date with Orihime. With his stuff packed he moved quickly out of the room and towards the entrance. A few people, who hadn't spoken to him in months, said good-bye as they walked past him. Most of them were grinning like idiots, like they knew something dirty. Ichigo paid them no mind. He waved good-bye to them and waited patiently for the slightly ditzy red-head. When she appeared he straightened up and held out his hand. Surprisingly she took it, though her face screamed embarrassment.
"So are you ready? Do you need to stop at your house or anything?" Ichigo asked politely, swinging his bag nonchalantly over his shoulder. He started walking, watching her every movement out of the corner of his eye. She was clearly surprised and definitely embarrassed. The perfect combination.
She shook her head, a small smile appearing on her lips. "No. I'm ready."
"Great. Let's head out then." Without another word they headed towards the theater. By the time they got there, Orihime had let go of Ichigo's hand and was clasping her hands tightly in front of her. Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding so loudly she could hardly hear herself think. She jumped when Ichigo suddenly tapped her on the shoulder. "Are you feelin' alright? I've been asking you a question and you're spacing on me."
"O-oh. Sorry!" She squeaked, blushing. "What were you asking?"
Shaking his head with a smile on his lips he replied, "I was asking what you might be interested seeing."
"Oh." A thoughtful look came over her and she was silent for a minute or two before she answered, "I don't really know. Anything is fine... Maybe something about aliens from outer space or a scary movie. What ever you want see is fine."
Ichigo chuckled. "You're such an easy-going person aren't you?"
Orihime let out a tiny laugh and looked away, still blushing. "Is that so wrong?"
"Not at all. Come on. Let's go."
In the end they decided on some cheesy alien flick where aliens came to Earth and abducted women and children from their beds, leaving men to fend for themselves. When they entered their theater, Ichigo led them towards the back row. Orihime followed, keeping her eyes locked on the floor. They sat themselves down in the center, three rows from the very back and as soon as they'd settled in, Ichigo kicked back and threw his arm gently around her shoulders.
Orihime said nothing. In her mind she was telling herself that, although happy, she felt uncomfortable. Ichigo belonged to someone else. He wasn't hers to take. At the same time though she couldn't bring herself to ask him to let go. The arm was warm, strong... Comforting. As the lights dimmed she felt herself lean into him, snuggling her head into his broad shoulder and sighing. She didn't notice that the orange headed boy was grinning a most unusual grin.
It was about half way into the movie that Ichigo's body did something rather odd. Or at least in comparison to the rest of that days events. As he sat watching the movie, whatever was inside him, released. Feces filled his diaper so much it nearly escaped out the sides. Urine filled the front of the diaper, soaking it until it leaked a bit. But the oddest thing was that, despite the level of the accident, Ichigo didn't notice. In fact it was like it wasn't happening at all.
Orihime noticed a strange smell, though, when the movie was just about over. She couldn't locate the source nor could she quite tell what it was. Whatever it might have been though it stunk. And the smell was so pungent and overwhelming she felt herself gag every time she inhaled. She tried her hardest to ignore it though, taking note that Ichigo appeared not to notice it at all.
When the movie finally ended, Ichigo slipped his arm out from under Orihime and stretched. When he turned to her her heart fluttered. He was smiling such a gorgeous smile it almost made her forget that he wasn't hers. "So how did you like the movie?" He asked, leaning forward in his seat, just about to stand.
A blank look crossed her face before she realized what he'd asked. "Oh it was great! Those aliens were so cool. I wonder if I could become an alien someday? Would that be so cool to be an alien and have googly eyes and be green and stuff?"
"You can be anything you want to be." Ichigo flashed her his most dazzling grin and she swooned. Her face lit up like a set of Christmas tree lights.
"If you say so, Kurosaki-kun." She looked away, embarrassed about feeling embarrassed. "Anyway, are you ready to go?"
"Sure thing." Ichigo stood, taking note that his body felt oddly heavy. And nearly an hour later than his date he noticed the disgusting smell that had her gagging. At first he thought it was maybe something else, but when he took a step forward, he felt a tiny stream of urine drip down his leg. As he took another he felt the mushy, cold, poo squish against his bottom. What the hell? He thought frantically. What's the meaning of this? I was just freaking fine this morning and then this! Damn it. And... Oh God! Orihime is with me. She must smell it. How am I supposed to explain this to her?
"Kurosaki-kun, are you alright?" She asked, feigning innocence.
Just by looking at her slightly sour expression Ichigo knew that she knew. Or at least that she smelled the gag inducing scent of urine and feces. "Yeah I'm fine. I have to run to the bathroom really quick so just meet me at the entrance okay? I'll be there in five minutes."
"Alright." She nodded and headed in the opposite direction of him. Quickly she walked the stairs and disappeared through the doors.
Once she was gone Ichigo raced out the doors and to the bathroom. With every step he took he could feel it leaking down his leg and creating a small wet spot in the crotch of his pants. It horrified him to think that people could see. When he reached the restroom he began to think. What if this was a punishment somehow? What if his body was rejecting him now because he was 'betraying' Ishida? It just didn't make any sense. Inside the bathroom he found a stall and pretty much jumped inside and locked the door behind him. With hands that shook he unsnapped the button to his jeans and yanked them down. He groaned when he saw the darker, wet patch, of jeans where he'd been sitting on during the movie. It was almost the size of a small saucer. Shuddering he continued, trying hard not to think of all the people who had seen him.
Slowly he ripped the side of the diaper open and wretched when the foul stench came into contact with his nose. It was so much worse than he'd imagined. It was completely full. Soaked to it's fullest capacity. "How the hell did I not notice this?" He hissed, holding the one side up well ripping the other side open. Carefully he pulled it from between his legs before staring at it with a look of astonishment. "Something is seriously wrong. This can't be right." Quickly he rolled it up, his face scrunched in disgust as he felt some of its contents drip down his hand. When he'd completed this task he started to clean himself up. He wiped himself clean with toilet paper and then reached in his bag to pull out a clean one. Kicking his legs out of his jeans he pulled it up around his waist and sighed. The day this hell was over would be the day his life started anew.
In a few quick movements his jeans were on again and he was leaving the restroom. As he exited he washed his hands (more thoroughly than he had in a while) and threw the diaper into a waste basket. When he got out Orihime was waiting by the exit just as he had asked her to. Sometimes she's a bit more obedient than is normal. He thought, forcing a smile back onto his face. "Sorry. That took a little longer than I thought it would." He said.
"That's alright. Well, I should probably be heading home now. I've still got some work to do tonight."
"If you don't mind, I'll walk you home." Ichigo replied, sticking one hand in his pocket and slinging his bag over his shoulder with the other. "It's probably safer for me to walk you home anyway. We don't know what's out there."
"Nothing I can't protect myself thank you very much!" Orihime argued, getting a serious look on her face. She flexed her small muscles in one arm and said sharply, "I'm strong!"
Ichigo couldn't help but to chuckle. "You're right. Sorry Inoue. I didn't mean it like that."
For probably the millionth time that night she blushed and quickly put her arm down. "No you're right. It's always safer to walk home with a friend than alone."
"Now that that's settled let's get going." Ichigo nudged the door open and held it for Orihime before following. The walk back to the small, single room, apartment was filled with mindless chatter and giggles. The air was very light and the night was chilly but refreshing. When they reached her room, Ichigo asked, "Would you mind if I came in and borrowed your shower?"
"Huh?" She asked, confused. "But you're so close to home..." Her heart leapt a thousand feet in the air when he leaned in and breathed softly against her skin.
"I really need to use it though, and you'd be doing me a huge favor if you let me." He whispered, his lips probably less than an inch from her ear (which were bright red).
Stuttering she managed to squeak out, "A-a-alright. If y-you really need to u-use it." Quickly, with trembling fingers, she unlocked the door to her apartment and let them in. "If you need anything just shout, alright? I'm going to make something to eat. Would you like anything in particular?"
"Yeah. Are you on the menu?" Ichigo smirked as he strutted past her, letting his fingers slide over the small of her back as he went.
She was absolutely speechless. Not even sputters escaped her parted lips. Her eyes were wide as was her mouth. How was a person supposed to respond to such a thing? It was so dirty; so sexual! But she had to say something and not stand around like a moron. "I'm afraid not." She replied, turning away. "Anything else?"
"Whatever you decide is fine by me." He said, waving her off. "Just not something too weird." Thankfully she couldn't see the playful smile that crept to his lips as he listened to her actions. He left her to herself as he made his way to the shower. Once inside, he stripped. The slightly used diaper already had a small streak in it but he couldn't fix it. He'd just deal with it. Throwing his clothes off into one corner he turned on the shower, sighing quietly to himself. Although he was being playful with her, and even though he did sort of like her, something felt wrong about being with her. And his body was trying to send him a clear message about it.
As these thoughts swam in his head he stepped into the still cold water and let it wash over himself. He did a quick clean-up of himself (especially his privates) and washed his hair. Once he'd finished he turned the water off and stepped out. Just then he realized that he'd forgotten to ask the redhead for a towel. He quickly slid the door open and was about to ask for a towel when he glanced down to see that one had been placed outside for him. Sometimes he was thankful that the girl wasn't as dense as she sometimes seemed to be. Grabbing it he let it unfold before tying it around his waist. Without pulling anything else on he exited the bathroom and glided over to where Orihime was. She sat at her small table chatting softly with a few of her stuffed animals. Ichigo cleared his throat, startling her.
She looked for not even a second before snapping her head around and apologizing. "I'm so sorry. Is there something else you needed?" She sounded more flustered than she had all night. It was adorable.
Ichigo came up behind her and knelt down, burrowing his nose gently into the side of her neck. "No. I just figured there was no need to get dressed." When she didn't say anything else Ichigo slipped his arm around her waist, tugging her back into his still wet body. "If you don't want to," he whispered into her ear, kissing her lightly, "just tell me and I'll stop right away." She nodded but didn't reply. With her consent he turned her around with one arm so they were looking at each other. As she gazed at him with her searching eyes he leaned and pressed his lips to hers, leaving his hand against her thigh while using his other hand for support. He noticed how much softer her lips were than his ex's. But it still felt off.
Eventually he became bored with just kissing. He needed more but didn't want to scare her away from him. So when they broke apart he breathed, "Is it okay if I-?" Without even completing his sentence she knew what he was talking about and nodded. She was so understanding and so beautiful. So why did Ichigo feel so guilty? He didn't care. Once more he dove in for a kiss, taking her lips more fiercely, more passionately, than before. She responded with an open mouth and with a small satisfied groan. Even when his tongue snaked out to meet hers she took him willingly. They played until neither could breathe. After taking one long breath though Ichigo continued, this time letting his lips attack her neck. He trailed his way from below her ear to her collar bone and back before pecking her lips repeatedly. One hand had taken the initiative and was beginning to explore the familiar, yet so unfamiliar, body.
Ichigo, again, noticed how much softer she was than the lanky body known as Ishida. Her skin was so soft it could be mistaken as a child's and she was completely blemish free. She was almost doll-like. His hand found it's way to the bottom of her shirt where he slipped it inside. Even as he did this she didn't say no. It was like she couldn't. But he continued anyway. Her breath caught in her throat when he suddenly grabbed her breast and gently squeezed it. "Sorry." He apologized though he didn't stop. His lips found their way back to hers and again attacked them like a ferocious bear attacked its prey. It was a miracle his towel managed to stay around his waist. After a couple minutes Ichigo took his hand out. He immediately began to pull at the bottom with both hands, bringing it up to her chest before pulling it off after she raised her arms. This being the first time he'd actually see her without a top on, his eyes popped at the enormous breasts before him. They literally took up half her torso. "You're so beautiful." He murmured after bringing himself back to reality. He leaned in and began to nip her along her collar bone and shoulders. His hands played with the oddly large bosom.
After awhile he reached back to unhook her bra. It came undone with a soft click and she uttered a soft, "Ohh," as the captives were released. They bounced once after being released. Once Ichigo threw the soft fabric aside he leaned in and took one of the slightly raised nipples in his teeth and nibbled. Orihime groaned which probed him to go further. Reaching down he found the button on her skirt and undid it. Once it was undone he tugged it off and threw that aside as well. Orihime was now almost completely exposed but she didn't stop him or protest. It was amazing. Once more, for however many times it was, their lips met in fierce battle, trying hard to gain dominance over the other. Ichigo, of course, was winning.
His fingers were pressed against her, massaging her. She moaned loudly underneath him, bucking slightly into him. Quietly he asked, "Can I put them inside you?" At first she didn't respond. But after a few very brief seconds she nodded. Ichigo tugged at her panties, and with her help, managed to pull them off. He once more found her entrance and slowly pushed a finger inside. She groaned and squinted her eyes as if in pain. "Are you alright?" He asked, prepared to pull out. But she nodded.
"Continue." She moaned, bucking into his finger.
With a glance at her he pushed one more finger inside of her, cringing at the sound of her pain. He hoped like hell that he wasn't hurting her more than she was admitting. After a few moments, letting her body adjust, he pulled out and thrust in again. She groaned the loudest she had yet but when he tried to pull out she stopped him.
"I'm fine. I swear." She gave him a weak smile.
"If you're sure." He pushed her down onto her back now, hoping that somehow this would make it hurt less. After his first time, he remembered, it hurt less to do it when he was laying on his back than when he was sitting up. Now he had to go full force or she would never be able to take the real thing. He thrust his fingers hard into her, listening as the pained groans soon changed into something similar, almost identical, to pleasure.
Ichigo noticed something though. He wasn't getting hard. At all. He was limp as a cold hotdog. His body wasn't reacting to hers at all. It was like it knew that he wasn't really that attracted to her. Or that it wasn't doing who it should be. Closing his eyes he brought up an old image. An image of the first time he had done it with Ishida. He pictured the boy thrusting into him with everything he had. He listened for the noises that both of them made as they poured their souls into each other. As they poured their everything into every little movement they made. And just like that his cock began to harden. It twitched and the more images he produced, the more he fantasized about the boy, the harder it got. It was almost like a dream.
"I-I-Ichi-g-g-o." She panted, grasping his arm. "Please. Come inside me. I want to, at least once, feel you inside me."
Immediately he mind snapped back and the images vanished. Luckily his erection did not. Pulling his fingers out he asked, his voice gruff, but caring, "Do you have any lotion or something?"
She nodded and pointed to the desk her T.V was on. "In one of the drawers."
Crawling over Ichigo pulled open three different drawers until he found a small bottle of lotion. He pulled it out and closed the drawer before crawling back over to her. Despite his lack of becoming erect because of her she was really very sexy. Her knees were up and slightly spread. Her normally brushed hair was flared out behind her head. Her arms were resting at her sides and a thin layer of sweat covered her face and upper chest. Her lower half was wet and gently twitching. It was like it was calling out to her.
Pulling the towel off he threw it aside with the rest of their clothes and popped the bottle open. He poured a rather generous amount onto his palm before chucking it aside. He lathered it on as thick as he could before positioning himself in front of her. Taking a deep breath he pushed into her, grunting as he went. She was moaning loudly underneath him, biting her lip to keep from yelling. Finally he was in. She whimpered but said nothing. He paused for a minute, letting them both adjust; him to the unusual tightness inside her and her to having something new invade her. When he felt her body relax around him a little bit he thrust into her. At first he was very gentle. He knew this was hurting to her and he didn't want to make her first experience bad so he thrust slowly until she stopped groaning like she was in pain. His speed increased very quickly until they could both hear the slapping of skin against skin. Both of them were grunting and moaning and making embarrassing noises. It felt like forever before Ichigo screamed, "I'm coming!" He came, pulling out before he did inside her. There was no way he was going to risk getting her pregnant. (Though he probably already had.) She came only few short seconds later.
She let out a pleasured moan and relaxed her body. Her entire body felt sore but she didn't care. That was the best feeling she'd ever had. He had been so gentle and caring it was like there'd been no pain at all. Of course the soreness was almost overwhelming now but she could care less.
Ichigo of course was the worrywart. As soon as he saw the thing trail of blood streaming down her leg he began to panic. "Oh my God, are you okay? Did I hurt you? You're bleeding!"
"Kurosaki-kun, calm down. It's okay! It's normal for a girl to bleed the first time. Don't worry. I'll be just fine. I'm glad, though, that my first time was with you. Though I have to admit it. I wasn't picturing you the entire time. There was someone else. I'm sorry. Please don't feel hurt-"
Ichigo let out a rather choked laugh. "Me? Hurt? No! Don't even think that. I was actually kind of thinking of someone else too. I guess he's more important to me than I thought he was."
"Yeah. I could have guessed. You may not notice it, but the way you look at him says all anybody needs to know." Orihime sat up slowly, gripping her stomach. "Is it this painful for boys too?"
Ichigo couldn't help but grin. Always the blunt one. "Afraid so. Do you want some help to the shower?"
"I've got it I think. Thank you though." She placed one hand on the table and hoisted herself to her knees and then to her feet. She wobbled and nearly fell but Ichigo caught her just in time. "Maybe you should help me." She giggled, wrapping her arm around his neck.
As the walked to the bathroom Ichigo suddenly remembered that he'd left something rather personal in there. He stopped suddenly, almost causing Orihime to tip forward. "Before you go in there can I go in there and grab my stuff?"
"It's nothing I haven't seen before." She replied, looking puzzled. "But if you must.
Ichigo paused and thought, Well I mean... She's going to find out eventually right? Why can't I just tell her now instead of hiding forever? I came out so this won't be too much different right? Ichigo took a deep breath and said, "Never mind. But I have to tell you something and you're probably going to be shocked and maybe a little grossed out."
"Yes?" She turned to him with a concerned look in her eyes.
I really don't know why I didn't tell her before. If there's one person that won't ever hate me it's her. "Well a few months back I went to the doctors. Well I was there they told me some pretty shitty news. They told me that my bladder had shrunk and that I had lost control of it which meant I couldn't control when I went or how frequently. My only option was... Well... To be frank... Diapers."
Her face went blank as she tried to process what he said. Diapers? She thought. Do they even make diapers for adults and older teens? "W-well. That is quite the shocker." She stated. "For how long will you have to-?"
"Until my life finally settles down and I get thinks figured out in both my love life and my family life." Ichigo muttered, his usual serious look crossing his face. "Sorry for dropping such a bombshell on you. You must be completely disgusted."
"No. Not really." She replied truthfully. "A little shocked, sure, but that's to be expected. I'm really just glad that you trusted me enough to tell me your biggest secret."
"Second. My first biggest secret is no longer a secret as you're well aware." Ichigo corrected her as he headed once more towards the bathroom where he pulled the door open and stepped inside. Helping her sit, Ichigo turned the water on in the tub before turning to her. "I'd love to stay but I really need to go. Thank you for coming to the movie with me. And thank you for being so understanding."
"I should be thanking you. You gave me a wonderful first time. And thank you for the movie." She smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. See you tomorrow." He leaned in and kissed her forehead before grabbing his things and exiting, closing the door behind him. He pulled his clothes on, hopping towards the door as he went.