Three years had melted away since Sherry and Jay had met and with every day, she learned more and more about him. She now knew he was a hard worker. She knew of his mother and brother. She even knew that he lived in the slums but what stunned her the most was his passion for her and how he put up with her spoiled ways and although she had seen his mean streak, he had never even raised his voice at her.

“Baby, let’s watch a movie,” she said.

“Oh, lord, please help me again,” Jay said as he covered his face with his hands.

“Oh! You don’t want to watch a movie with me?” Sherry asked.

“Yes, baby. It’s just that we never agree on the same kind of movie and you know it,” Jay said.

“That’s cause you like those rough beat ‘em up type movies,” she said.

“And what’s wrong with an action movie?” Jay asked her.

“Nothing Jay, but you know I like love stories.”

“Man, dem joints boring,” he told her.

“No, they are not, O.K., if they are so boring, how come you always get into them when we do watch them?”

“Cause whenever we watch them,” trying to imitate her, “You always sit close to me. That’s what I like,” he told Sherry.

“O.K., so what would you prefer to watch?” she asked him.

Jay knew Sherry and understood a lot of her ways. He really wanted to watch some of the new action tapes that her father had bought but knew watching the movies he chose would not keep her happy, period, and that’s all he wished to do.

“I want to watch whatever you desire, my princess.”

Her face lit up as it always would whenever he made her happy. She kissed his cheek that was now sporting a light beard then dove to the floor to get the tape she had already planned for them to watch. While she laid on her stomach, wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts, Jay tilted his head enough to see the panties she wore. He thought to himself how thick her thighs were. Her body was flawless with caramel colored skin. The fine hair was viable on her legs. Her small butt was perfectly round for its size and the cut off tee-shirt exposed her strong back with its deep crease flowing down the middle. She was pure. She was innocent and for the most part, she was his to love and protect . . .

By the time Sherry had returned to his side, Jay welcomed her by his side as if he hadn’t seen her all day. As they sat in the dark room alone, watching the movie she had chosen, Jay allowed his hand to slowly move up and down her hips as he tucked his nose into the nest of her neck and shoulder area. He inhaled her fresh scent, almost that of a new baby after its mother had washed and powdered it. His blood heated and his hand fell to her naked thigh. He gently squeezed it. He felt her hand rub the wavy hair on his head. Her small breasts rose higher and higher with each breath as her body tingled.

“I thought you were going to watch this movie with me?” she asked but Jay only started to kiss her sweet neck, until their lips met. Jay scared her as he dove his tongue into her warm mouth. She wanted to back away from his rough kiss but it was too late as his hand slipped under her small body and before she could protest, he had rested her on his lap. With her head now above his, she fought back by devouring his tongue with her tender lips. His mouth slowed its roughness as her slow wet kisses taught him the way. His powerful hands massaged her brown thighs until it found a patch of hair under her cheeks towards her inner thigh. He gently stroked the private silky hairs as if he were trying to count them one by one. As his hand toyed with her, her panties grew wet and now she hungrily kissed him as if she no longer needed to be cool. She felt desires that made her afraid, things she had never felt before. Jay’s penis began to rise as he pressed it against her in an offering, as she sat atop the swollen loin.

She thought of what it looked like, what it would taste like. She would hold it in her hand if she dared. Jay’s hand had slipped inside her panties to investigate the wet slippery spot. Sherry unable to speak, lost in passion of innocence, moaned to the feel of Jay’s finger that entered her. They both kissed hungrily as if it were their last time together. Sherry found her small body moving on its own as his finger made love to her. Then in an instant, Sherry’s stomach ached from the guilt as she sprang from his lap. She quickly turned the lights on in the family room so that they no longer sat in the dark.

“Go ahead and put another movie in,” Sherry ordered.

“What’s wrong?” Jay asked.

“Nothing’s wrong, just put another movie in, please.”

Jay got up from the couch to follow her order hoping he hadn’t hurt her. Sherry disappeared and when she returned, she had changed into a less revealing outfit . . .

While the two sat and watched the movie that was mostly used to change the moment, Jay’s mind wandered. He hoped that he hadn’t caused any harm that would make Sherry not want to see him again. He hadn’t looked over at her as she remained by his side but with a little space in between them. The feeling of fear had long left her gut but what had just happened hadn’t. Sherry watched Jay as he tried to get into the movie.