I wonder how far electricity can arc? I feel it dancing on the surfaces between us like a living thing. I feel the sparks, like static, whenever our skin accidentally touches, when we hugged hello, when we ordered - I can't believe she's finally here, sitting in the other big brown overstuffed Starbucks chair holding her Grande whatever it was...I tried to listen so I could remember for next time but all I could do was stand close behind her in line, my chest touching her back, her ass grazing me, acting nonchalant and smelling her hair and fighting the urge to wrap my right arm around her waist, wrap my left hand in her hair at the nape of her neck and bite her right at the hairline, while pulling her in and grinding my hardness into the cleft of her ass, almost lifting her off the ground...Now she's looking at me as she drinks and I have no idea what is in the cup.

I stare at her eyes as we talk, getting to know each other. I can see the depth. I'm almost certain she feels the same longing I do ... stretched tight like an animal skin in the sun, the pressure inside growing and waning with each breath. We talk in little bursts and spend long moments just looking at each other. She keeps averting her eyes and I want to turn her face back to me with my fingertips. I have to resist at every moment, the urge to grab her, pull her onto my lap, and take her face in my hands and claim a kiss.

she is looking at me again and her knees part slightly as she leans back. I can see her inner thigh...almost to where the curve of her ass begins, my jeans tighten against me. Does she know she's driving me crazy? I smile wanly and ask what movie she wants to see. She smiles embarrassedly and shrugs and blinks. I've caught a few men looking at her. Do they know? I don't care.

I look at her and pick up the movie section of the paper. I smile and make the barest motion of my head. She blushes and hesitates. I look at her steadily. My heart jumps as she stands...and slowly steps over and sits sideways in my lap. I feel her shudder like a humming bird. She leans back, still holding her drink, and puts her head on my shoulder and we choose the movie. I can feel her weight on me, and I inhale sharply as I feel her heat. My heart speeds up.

My right hand holds the paper, my left holds her under her ribs with gentle pressure. We take our time choosing a show. I can feel her wanting to lean into me. I want to put her under me on the chair, grab her face, and kiss her slowly, deeply, each lip in turn, lightly licking them, pulling them slightly into my mouth. I want to hold her face, put a hand behind her neck, and kiss her, parting her lips and exploring her mouth with my tongue, letting her nibble on my tongue ring. I have to stop thinking about it. I have to forget she's naked and bald under that skirt, that she's wet. Time has stopped. I'm still looking at her and she looks at the paper, unable to turn to me.

I choose a show and tell her to get up. I take her hand as we exit. I don't know how I'm going to make it through two hours in the dark. It is everything I can do not to trace my fingers up the back of her thigh, along the curve of her ass, and gently and surreptitiously stroke her wetness as we walk. She belongs to me and I want to claim her...but its not time yet. I let go of her hand and walk slightly farther away from her to stifle the need to touch her.