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Chapter 25: Cinema (Act 6)
Lina lay in bed, her body warm and restless beneath the thin sheet that clung to her curves. The room was quiet except for the soft, rhythmic breathing of Rahim beside her, his chest rising and falling in the dim glow of the streetlights filtering through the curtains. Her phone buzzed softly on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a notification. She hesitated, her fingers twitching with the urge to check it, but she didn’t want to disturb Rahim. Carefully, she slid out from under the covers, her bare feet touching the cool floor as she tiptoed out of the bedroom, closing the door gently behind her.
Once she was safely in the living room, she sank onto the couch, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.
The living room was bathed in the faint blue light of the television, left on mute. Lina’s heart pounded as she picked up her phone, her thumb hovering over the screen. The message was from him, the man from the cinema. His words were bold, unapologetic, and sent a shiver down her spine. "I can’t stop thinking about you. The way I touched you, the way your body responded… I need to see you again." Her breath hitched as she read the words, her fingers tightening around the phone.
Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through the messages, each one more explicit than the last. She swallowed hard, her mind in turmoil.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Lina. What we did… it’s all I’ve been dreaming about.”
Her cheeks burned as she read the words, her body betraying her with a sudden warmth that pooled low in her belly. She bit her lip, her thumb hovering over the screen. She knew she should delete the messages, block his number, and forget this ever happened. But something inside her stirred a curiosity, a yearning she hadn’t felt in months. She hadn’t been intimate with Rahim since her pregnancy had become more pronounced, and the lack of attention from him had left her feeling distant, almost invisible. She hesitated for only a moment before typing out a reply.
“This is wrong. I can’t do this.”
The response came almost instantly.
“Why not? You wanted it just as much as I did. Don’t lie to yourself, Lina.”
Her breath hitched as she read his words. He’s right, a small voice whispered in the back of her mind. She had wanted it. In that moment, in the dark corner of the cinema, she had allowed herself to feel something...something wild, something forbidden. And now, as much as she hated to admit it, she wanted to feel it again.
“Please. Just meet me. No one has to know.”
Her pulse quickened as she stared at the message. Her thumbs moved almost of their own volition.
“I can’t. I’m pregnant. It’s not right.”
A pause. Then.
“Does that mean you’re even more sensitive now? More… responsive?”
Her cheeks flushed even hotter, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. She shouldn’t be having this conversation. She shouldn’t be entertaining these thoughts. But as she sat there, her hands trembling, she found herself typing again.
“Maybe.”
The word hung in the air like a spark waiting to ignite. Her heart raced as she waited for his response.
“Prove it. Send me a picture.”
She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. No. Absolutely not. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of desire clouding her thoughts. But her body had other ideas. The thought of him seeing her...seeing her pregnant body, her swollen breasts, her rounded belly sent a shiver down her spine. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown, and she felt a wetness between her thighs that made her squirm.
“I can’t,” she typed, but her resolve was weakening.
“Just one picture. Something simple. No one will know.”
She glanced around the room, as if someone might burst in and catch her in the act. The silence was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Her fingers moved hesitantly over the screen as she opened the camera app. She adjusted her position on the couch, pulling up the hem of her nightgown just enough to reveal her bare legs. She snapped a quick picture, just her legs, nothing more. She hesitated for only a moment before sending it.
Her heart pounded as she waited for his response.
“Beautiful. But I want to see more.”
She bit her lip, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. Her skin felt hot, almost feverish, and she could feel the dampness between her thighs growing with every passing second. She glanced down at herself, at the curve of her belly and the fullness of her breasts beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her hands moved almost involuntarily, tugging at the neckline until one breast was exposed. Her nipple was hard and sensitive, and the cool air sent another jolt of pleasure through her body. She snapped another picture and sent it before she could change her mind.
Her phone buzzed almost immediately.
“Perfect. Touch yourself for me.”
Her breath caught in her throat as she read the words. Her body throbbed with need, and she couldn’t deny the desire coursing through her veins. She glanced toward the bedroom door, listening for any sign that Rahim might wake up. When she heard nothing but his steady breathing, she allowed herself to sink deeper into the couch.
Her hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the hem of her nightgown. Her fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she gasped softly at the contact. She hesitated for only a moment before letting her fingers glide higher, until they reached the dampness between her legs. Her breath hitched as she touched herself, her fingers sliding easily through the wetness that had gathered there.
“Tell me how it feels,” he texted.
Her hands trembled as she typed out a reply.
“Good… too good.”
She closed her eyes, letting her fingers explore further. Her body was so sensitive now, every touch sending waves of pleasure rippling through her. Her other hand reached up to cup her breast, her thumb brushing over her hardened nipple. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a moan as she continued to touch herself, her hips shifting restlessly against the couch.
“Are you wet already?”
She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips as she read the message. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She typed out a reply with shaking hands.
“Maybe…”
Her fingers found her clit, and she let out a soft gasp as she began to rub gentle circles around it. Her breath came in shallow pants as the pleasure built within her, each touch sending her closer to the edge. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, threatening to explode at any moment.
“I want to hear you,” he texted.
She bit down harder on her lip, trying to suppress the sounds that threatened to escape her. But it was no use. As the pleasure intensified, a soft moan slipped past her lips, followed by another, and another. Her body tightened as she approached her climax, every muscle tensing in anticipation.
“Let go,” he urged. And she did. Her body shuddered as waves of pleasure crashed over her, pulsing through every inch of her being. Her fingers continued to move, drawing out the sensations as long as possible. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she rode out the waves of ecstasy, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.
When the last ripple of pleasure finally subsided, she slumped back against the couch, her body completely spent. Her phone buzzed once more, but she didn’t have the energy to look at it just yet. Instead, she lay there, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to process what had just happened.
She had crossed a line...a line she hadn’t even realized she was teetering on until it was too late. And now, as she lay there, her body still tingling with the aftermath of pleasure, she couldn’t help but wonder where this would lead.
Lina lay in bed, her body warm and restless beneath the thin sheet that clung to her curves. The room was quiet except for the soft, rhythmic breathing of Rahim beside her, his chest rising and falling in the dim glow of the streetlights filtering through the curtains. Her phone buzzed softly on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a notification. She hesitated, her fingers twitching with the urge to check it, but she didn’t want to disturb Rahim. Carefully, she slid out from under the covers, her bare feet touching the cool floor as she tiptoed out of the bedroom, closing the door gently behind her.
Once she was safely in the living room, she sank onto the couch, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.
The living room was bathed in the faint blue light of the television, left on mute. Lina’s heart pounded as she picked up her phone, her thumb hovering over the screen. The message was from him, the man from the cinema. His words were bold, unapologetic, and sent a shiver down her spine. "I can’t stop thinking about you. The way I touched you, the way your body responded… I need to see you again." Her breath hitched as she read the words, her fingers tightening around the phone.
Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through the messages, each one more explicit than the last. She swallowed hard, her mind in turmoil.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Lina. What we did… it’s all I’ve been dreaming about.”
Her cheeks burned as she read the words, her body betraying her with a sudden warmth that pooled low in her belly. She bit her lip, her thumb hovering over the screen. She knew she should delete the messages, block his number, and forget this ever happened. But something inside her stirred a curiosity, a yearning she hadn’t felt in months. She hadn’t been intimate with Rahim since her pregnancy had become more pronounced, and the lack of attention from him had left her feeling distant, almost invisible. She hesitated for only a moment before typing out a reply.
“This is wrong. I can’t do this.”
The response came almost instantly.
“Why not? You wanted it just as much as I did. Don’t lie to yourself, Lina.”
Her breath hitched as she read his words. He’s right, a small voice whispered in the back of her mind. She had wanted it. In that moment, in the dark corner of the cinema, she had allowed herself to feel something...something wild, something forbidden. And now, as much as she hated to admit it, she wanted to feel it again.
“Please. Just meet me. No one has to know.”
Her pulse quickened as she stared at the message. Her thumbs moved almost of their own volition.
“I can’t. I’m pregnant. It’s not right.”
A pause. Then.
“Does that mean you’re even more sensitive now? More… responsive?”
Her cheeks flushed even hotter, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. She shouldn’t be having this conversation. She shouldn’t be entertaining these thoughts. But as she sat there, her hands trembling, she found herself typing again.
“Maybe.”
The word hung in the air like a spark waiting to ignite. Her heart raced as she waited for his response.
“Prove it. Send me a picture.”
She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. No. Absolutely not. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of desire clouding her thoughts. But her body had other ideas. The thought of him seeing her...seeing her pregnant body, her swollen breasts, her rounded belly sent a shiver down her spine. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown, and she felt a wetness between her thighs that made her squirm.
“I can’t,” she typed, but her resolve was weakening.
“Just one picture. Something simple. No one will know.”
She glanced around the room, as if someone might burst in and catch her in the act. The silence was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Her fingers moved hesitantly over the screen as she opened the camera app. She adjusted her position on the couch, pulling up the hem of her nightgown just enough to reveal her bare legs. She snapped a quick picture, just her legs, nothing more. She hesitated for only a moment before sending it.
Her heart pounded as she waited for his response.
“Beautiful. But I want to see more.”
She bit her lip, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. Her skin felt hot, almost feverish, and she could feel the dampness between her thighs growing with every passing second. She glanced down at herself, at the curve of her belly and the fullness of her breasts beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her hands moved almost involuntarily, tugging at the neckline until one breast was exposed. Her nipple was hard and sensitive, and the cool air sent another jolt of pleasure through her body. She snapped another picture and sent it before she could change her mind.
Her phone buzzed almost immediately.
“Perfect. Touch yourself for me.”
Her breath caught in her throat as she read the words. Her body throbbed with need, and she couldn’t deny the desire coursing through her veins. She glanced toward the bedroom door, listening for any sign that Rahim might wake up. When she heard nothing but his steady breathing, she allowed herself to sink deeper into the couch.
Her hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the hem of her nightgown. Her fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she gasped softly at the contact. She hesitated for only a moment before letting her fingers glide higher, until they reached the dampness between her legs. Her breath hitched as she touched herself, her fingers sliding easily through the wetness that had gathered there.
“Tell me how it feels,” he texted.
Her hands trembled as she typed out a reply.
“Good… too good.”
She closed her eyes, letting her fingers explore further. Her body was so sensitive now, every touch sending waves of pleasure rippling through her. Her other hand reached up to cup her breast, her thumb brushing over her hardened nipple. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a moan as she continued to touch herself, her hips shifting restlessly against the couch.
“Are you wet already?”
She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips as she read the message. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She typed out a reply with shaking hands.
“Maybe…”
Her fingers found her clit, and she let out a soft gasp as she began to rub gentle circles around it. Her breath came in shallow pants as the pleasure built within her, each touch sending her closer to the edge. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, threatening to explode at any moment.
“I want to hear you,” he texted.
She bit down harder on her lip, trying to suppress the sounds that threatened to escape her. But it was no use. As the pleasure intensified, a soft moan slipped past her lips, followed by another, and another. Her body tightened as she approached her climax, every muscle tensing in anticipation.
“Let go,” he urged. And she did. Her body shuddered as waves of pleasure crashed over her, pulsing through every inch of her being. Her fingers continued to move, drawing out the sensations as long as possible. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she rode out the waves of ecstasy, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.
When the last ripple of pleasure finally subsided, she slumped back against the couch, her body completely spent. Her phone buzzed once more, but she didn’t have the energy to look at it just yet. Instead, she lay there, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to process what had just happened.
She had crossed a line...a line she hadn’t even realized she was teetering on until it was too late. And now, as she lay there, her body still tingling with the aftermath of pleasure, she couldn’t help but wonder where this would lead.
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