After the premiere taboo hardcore marathon

Lola Rae had this way of looking at me during the premiere that made the whole theater feel like it was just the two of us, and by the time the credits rolled, my heart was pounding for a completely different reason than the movie. She was in that imperial soldier cosplay, and when she leaned over to whisper something about celebrating, her mini skirt rode up just enough for me to realize there was absolutely nothing underneath. I don’t even remember walking back to my place, only the heat of her hand on my thigh in the car and the way she bit her lip when I locked the door. We barely made it to the couch before she was on me, her costume half-open, and the night turned into this raw, urgent tangle of skin and breath. I kept thinking about how her laugh turned into a gasp when I pushed her skirt up, and how she pulled my hair to guide me exactly where she wanted. It wasn’t sweet or slow; it was messy and hungry, with her legs wrapped tight around me as we finished together, sweaty and laughing at how ridiculous and perfect it all was.