The Butterfly Effect

A True Story

Warning: Graphic Content - Read at your own risk

I combed my hand through my hair quickly as I fixed my hair in front of my friend before doing a quick spin - like a model.

“Hair check, outfit check,” I stated quickly. I had a hot date in only two more minutes. I was dying to get out of the place.

My best friend turned around after she threw on her shirt before closing her locker as the surrounding girls continued to rush to get to their last class - if they had one. She looked me up and down before nodding and raising her eyebrows, as if she was impressed. “Beautiful,” she murmured. She slapped my behind, which caused me to laugh in response. “Zeeshan doesn’t know how good he’s got it,” she commented before pushing me out of the locker room to go get to my date.

My other friend was behind me, another bestie, as she held my stuff. I was skipping two stairs at a time to get to our meeting spot after getting my jacket whilst she waited for me. I already warned her that I was going to be back quickly, and surely, I did. I threw on my jacket and zipped it up all the way - not wanting to reveal what had lain underneath. She found my enthusiasm refreshing - considering the fact that I hadn’t been so happy in such a long time.

I had started to pace after only a few moments when I reached our meeting spot. I had become slightly paranoid because I didn’t see him all day. We had no coinciding classes, so we barely saw each other as it was. I had found my heart fluttering slightly before I heard the creak of the door opening. I had whipped my head around to find his light brown long hair capture my eyes before I smiled.

“Hey,” he murmured as he hugged me. I smiled before hugging him back.

“Hey. Let me just get my stuff,” I rushed before I ran over to my friend, who had her eyebrows arched as she finally saw him. She wiggled her eyebrows in suggestion to perverted thoughts as I hit her in the gut and took my stuff from her - throwing my bag across my body and holding my huge binder in my arms.

Zeeshan and I had left the common room that was located on the third floor - walking at a slow pace down the hallway.

“Priya!” a voice called.

I turned around to find my best friend waving at me and I groaned. My mind told me to immediately jump to my second tongue - Hindi. “Hai rabbah - kya karahi aap?” I asked in an angered tone. In translation, it meant, “Oh god - what are you doing?”

She laughed and continued to make perverted comments in a sign language that she and I only knew, causing me to blush and spin around before raising my hand in mid air. “Meh tumse taphar marungee, sumje?” I growled. In translation, it meant, “I’m going to kill you, understand?”

She continued her cynical laughter before I turned to Zeeshan - my face slightly red, though he wouldn’t tell considering my tanned skin tone. “I’m sorry - I hope you didn’t understand that,” I apologized meekly.

His reply was seemingly monotonous. “Yeah, I know Hindi,” he replied. I turned around with a widened expression and gaped.

“What?” I asked, in awe. He simply nodded as we turned and went down the stairs - hoping to get outside.

He confirmed my suspicion of what his reply was as I felt completely embarrassed - especially when we reached outside. My other friend, not as long-term as the others, was walking along as she saw me. Her eyebrows rose as she mouthed is that him? And I replied with a nod before shoo-ing her away.

“Are all of your friends this giddy?” he asked - almost as if he was annoyed. He was taking pleasure in my embarrassment as my friends had fussed over me before I sighed.

“Sadly - yes,” I replied as we continued down the hill. We had engaged into a conversation that consisted nothing but inappropriate language and sexual suggestions as multiple friends of ours bumped into us and greeted us - slightly suspicious of what we may be doing together.

I mean - sure, I liked him a lot, but we were not together… yet. I began to undo my jacket as he bought our tickets from the machine that was located on the lower floor of the theatre to avoid lines and waiting. In a swift motion, my jacket went from on my upper body to tied around my waist - my light green shirt showing off everything I needed it to.

I felt the shiver run along my spine - a hint that his gaze was on me. As soon as it came, it left as he continued to purchase what he wanted. Multiple times he had asked if I wanted anything, but I simply denied any offer - I felt like I had no appetite. Being around him made me so nervous that I had no idea what to even do.

After we had fussed about our drinks, 3D glasses, tickets, and popcorn, we finally started to head down the hall way of the theatre to enter the 6th Auditorium, where our movie was playing. We had started to go up the stairs in the movie theatre while we playfully argued over the movie we had decided to watch - “Bolt”. I knew why he chose the movie though. We weren’t going to actually watch the movie - we were just going to use the dark theatre to our advantage along with certain comical scenes. I was slightly nervous because I never had gone to the movies with anyone but my family members and never directly after school. I was so damned scared out of my mind, and it seemed to me that Zeeshan had noticed it. He tried to comfort me, I guess, by distracting me with inane perverted comments. We had seated ourselves in the back row; him on my right. I always hated movie theatre seats, mainly because there wasn’t enough comfort to compare to movies at home on the couch or on the bed. We were lucky, however, that the theatres had the movable arms. I took complete advantage of it and in a smooth movement, I folded it back and slipped into a more relaxed position with Zeeshan’s arm wrapped around my shoulder. I found myself smiling at our stupid perverted comments and blushing at certain things he would gesture at. I found myself, also, wanting to do so many things to him, despite my lack of experience and incredible shyness.

Then all the fun began. After our perverted remarks, I found myself listening to his racing heartbeat and before I knew it, I found him tickling me which caused me to jump forward from my seat before I fell back into his arms against his chest. His right hand had crept underneath the waist of my jeans and under the fabric of my laced panties; dipping into my core. With a few strokes, I already found myself wanting more as my legs slowly parted wider. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as he continued to toy with the lower half of my body before his left hand crept up from under the hem of my flimsy shirt - following the path over my flat abdomen and to the valley of my breasts. His slender fingers didn’t even bother to undo my bra, with the latch in the front, but instead maneuvered under the cup and squeezed gently. I found myself chuckling at his comment - confirming that I was, in fact, a B-Cup. His slimmed finger stroked against my nipple before he rolled it between his index and thumb; causing me to arch my back in ecstasy. After many torturous strokes and squeezes, I finally threw my head back and stared at him with, what felt like at the time, tired eyes.

“I hate you so much right now,” I whispered harshly as he continued his ministrations before touching my very sensitive bud, which had caused me to hiss silently and close my eyes again.

It was at that moment that I heard his voice above everything else. “I’ll take that as an ‘I love you’ then,” he whispered as he continued. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard him say and I played it off with a laugh. After a while he finally stopped and I realized that it was my turn to please him. I made sure my Coke was nearby while he undid his pants and brought out his aroused erection. I didn’t falter at its presence as I hesitantly touched it with a delicate grasp at the base and took him into my mouth slowly. I internally cursed myself for being a virgin, yet again, before removing him to gently kiss the tip before I ran my tongue lightly from the base back to the tip. I returned his erection into my mouth as I continued my best, before quickening the pace. It was when I felt his hand dig into my hair to help me along that I felt fear strike through my body and slowed it down - finally coming to a halt as I leaned away and took a breather. He asked me if something was wrong, but I played off my fear and told him that I was fine. I reached over for my Coke and took a few sips before I had looked at him and an idea came to my mind. Without hesitation, I acted upon my devious thoughts and took an ice cube into my mouth before carefully maneuvering his erection back into my mouth. I don’t know if I was hearing things, but when I felt the ice cube hit the tip, I swore I heard a moan nearly escape his lips even as he tried to suppress it. I didn’t linger on the thought any longer and continued to please him for a while. I had thought of my ministrations to be torturous instead of entirely pleasing, because when I had stopped finally, we had moved behind the last row of seats to actually have sex.

I had straddled myself out, only barely partially naked before I let my head fall forward - anticipating what was the inevitable. My hands had found each other and they grasped hold of each other - trying to occupy themselves. He had already knelt down behind me and, after a few fumbles, finally eased his erection into me. I didn’t do any of the movements that I thought I would do, but I continued to suppress my moans. When he got all of it in, he slowly rocked in and out to get the feel before he grabbed my hips and slammed back into me unexpectedly. It caught me off guard to the point that I had nearly slipped but I caught myself and held strong. After a couple of more pumps, it was over for him as he ejaculated. I felt only slightly relieved as we cleaned ourselves off with his towel and returned to our seats. I had found that my body was humming with the aftermath of sex before becoming a little more confident and taking his arm and wrapping it around me as we watched the last ten minutes of the movie. I didn’t realize it, but his scent was the same as it was before we even had sex - exhilarant and breath-taking. At least, it was for me. I reveled in the way his scent made me feel before I realized the credits started to roll. My body stilled from the aftermath of the sex as we rose - pretending nothing happened.

It was then, we realized, that we wasted four dollars on a bucket of popcorn that we didn’t even eat.