Just What I Needed

Chapter 4

Lola.

I'm not sure what the surprise could possibly be, but I'm not sure if it will really top this.

Call me lame, but a walk in the museum hand in hand with the most attractive guy is a win win.

This time it was just the both of us, TJ and I, who came. The girls actually decided to stay home and chill since they had done a lot of day drinking.

I also think they purposely did that, but I'm not complaining.

We had only been holding hands since we first got here, but I guess we were both past holding hands because at one point he stood behind me and pressed my back against his chest every time we stopped in front of painting, sculpture, or whatever it was we were looking at.

And I might have teased him and pressed my butt pressed against his groin. But that's as far as the teasing would go. I was already being bold, pressing myself against him.

Aside from the teasing from time to time, time seemed to go by too fast. It was 6:30 when we got here and when I checked my phone again, it was almost 8:30.

I don't know where time went, but I was hating how fast it was going. We'd pretty much seen it all and were down to the last painting.

All that's left is to make the best of whatever time is left.

"What is this supposed to be?" TJ tilts his head to the right and then the left, his brows scrunch up and his lips are pressed together. "I don't get it?"

The painting we were standing in front of was titled You Decide.

There was no context behind the painting or a description, only the title and the painting itself. It felt as if this painting was placed here on purpose, especially towards the end of the exhibit.

The canvas was big and took a pretty big chunk of the wall. To any one who didn't really take the time to look at it, or looked into it really hard probably wouldn't understand it.

On one side of the canvas the brush strokes were rash, fast, and done too sloppy with the tones of reds, oranges, and yellows. On the other side they were soft, careful, and detailed with tones of blues, greens, and purples. In the middle of the painting stood a person with the colors from each side mixed together or side by side. Some strokes were harsh and all over the place, but other strokes were soft and placed next to the harsh ones. I'm assuming to balance it all out.

"It's not supposed to be anything. It will be whatever you want it to be." I smile at his confusion.

"I like art. It's like photography, a work of its own, but this makes no sense to me." He shakes his head giving me a doubtful look. "What's the point of it being nothing, but whatever I want it to be? Then anyone could paint this."

"Do you think you could have actually planned this out?" I questioned raising a brow.

"Probably not but-"

"The point of this painting is to show the calm and the chaos." I cut him off and stepped closer to the painting.

"One side has clean neat strokes while the other is messy and all over the place, but when they're put together they balance each other out to make something beautiful. It's just like us. We're human, we're not all perfect, we have our good and our bad, and as much as we try to fight it, but we all have a little bit of chaos inside us all. I think this painting is letting you choose what you want and decide to be. Calm or chaotic or a little bit of both."

TJ stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my front, pressing me close to his chest.

"Hmm. And what do you choose?" He whispered in my ear.

"Calm." I answered, feeling my pulse race at his closeness.

It was something I couldn't help, and it was something I wasn't used to, but something just couldn't get enough of.

"And you?"

"Chaos." TJ's lips hovered above the shell of my ear. "I'd say we could mix them up and create something beautiful. Don't you think?" His lips were now at the pulse under my ear.

His warm breath sent a ripple of goosebumps down my spine, and I couldn't contain the wave of excitement that was coursing through my body.

"A little bit of both is always good." I licked my lips feeling them dry.

"Agree." He said, pressing a soft kiss on the pulse beneath my ear.

"I see you have come to the end of the exhibit. Would you like to keep looking or would you like to watch the movie now?" Clara, one of the museum's employees, asked with a bright and friendly smile on her face.

When did she show up? I didn't hear her.

"Movie?" I asked looking up at TJ.

"Are you really dating if you don't go to the movies at least once?" The corners of his lips curled up into the sweetest smile.

There was nothing more that I wanted to do but to kiss him, but I couldn't and wouldn't do that in front of Clara.

By the look on his face, he knew I was doing my best to hide my excitement.

"We can watch it now." I said and TJ nodded in agreement.

"Alright then follow me." She said with a chipper smile on her face.

TJ let go of me and took a hold of my hand. We followed the lady down the hall, and into a room that looked exactly like a movie theater.

The theater wasn't massive but I'm sure it could fit almost forty to fifty people. There were a few people scattered around the seats, but most of them sat in the second or third row.

"You can sit wherever you want. The movie will start shortly." She said and then walked out of the theater.

TJ pulls my hand towards the fourth row, and to the last seat on the row that is pressed against the wall.

We take a seat, and TJ wraps an arm around my shoulders.

We sit in silence. It's not awkward, but comfortable.

I'm not sure why he's silent, but I can't stop thinking of his words. I'd say we could mix them up and create something beautiful. Don't you think?

Matt and I dated for two years and he is the only person I'd ever been with. I never wondered what it would be like to sleep with random people simply because I was in a relationship. I had heard the girls' talk about their random hookups when they weren't dating, and they'd tell me all these crazy stories.

Even with Matt I couldn't see myself doing things with him in public, but the thought of doing things with TJ in public was something was slowly starting to imagine.

I instantly recognized the movie, Loving Vincent. I remembered begging Matt to watch it with me, and he did but he made sure to let me know how boring he thought it was, and that there were many other movies that were so much better.

Seriously, how did even stay with him so long. What the hell was wrong with me?

Halfway through the movie TJ brought his other free hand and laid it on the hand rest that was right in between us.

I'm not sure what I'm doing or really what I'm thinking, but I rest my hand on top of TJ's and bring it down to my lap.

I'm an over thinker by default and now realize maybe I shouldn't be doing this?

The thing is we haven't done anything, and just because he said a few words doesn't mean he's thinking of doing anything.

I don't even know what I'm thinking we'd even do. We're in public.

"I've seen you in many different things, but this dress, this dress is my favorite." He whispers in my ears.

I don't say anything and I can't because his hand has moved away from mine. Now he's using his fingers to trace the flowers on it, until it reaches down to the hem of my dress.

I think he's just going to stop and leave his hand there, but he begins to slowly glide his finger up and repeat the tracing process. Once he reaches to the hem he repeats the movement.

There was a need my body was craving and not only needed, but my body felt hot at the small little movement. But that simple little movement spoke louder than words could ever.

Touch me. My body screamed.

Let me touch you. His movements said.

There was nothing more that I wanted then to have his hands all over me, but the doubts kept swirling through my mind.

We're in public.

I've never done anything like this before. He's still a stranger. I hardly know him.

What if we get caught?

What if I regret this?

What if I was filled with a burst of adrenaline from the idea of doing this in public?

What if I actually enjoyed this?

Screw over thinking.

Keeping my eyes straight on the screen, I lay my hand on top of his, and moved it past the hem, laying it in my bare thigh.

His fingers softly grip the inside of my thigh, but that's all he does. I contemplate my next move unsure of what to do.

Matt and I never teased or played with each other when we were turned on, we just went straight to it and got it over with.

I take a deep breath, slowly guiding his hand under my dress, letting my dress hike up as his hand slides up my thigh.

I feel his eyes on me. I wanted to look at him, but I know if I did, I'll stop.

And my body and mind are begging me not too, so I did not.

"Move your hand." TJ whispers in my ear, his voice low and commanding.

He presses me closer to his chest with the arm that's around my shoulder. "Keep both arms on the arm rest, and don't move them. Move them and I stop, and do me a favor, don't be too loud. There's a movie playing."

I remove my hand from his, and rest both arms on the armrest. Is it weird that I'm turned on by the way he just talked to me? He hasn't done anything, he hasn't really touched me, and I'm completely turned out.

The urge to clench my thighs together is really tempting right now, but somehow feel if I do he'll stop.

My breathing hitches in my throat when I feel his finger slowly glide up and down my lace panties. He continues the motion and does nothing more, I feel myself on the verge of grabbing his hand and rubbing it hard against myself.

Screw the anticipation.

"Don't move." TJ growls, as if he's sensed I was going to do exactly what he told me not to do.

I tighten my hold on the armrest and do as he's said. I keep my eyes trained on the screen, but they are not focused on the screen, only focused on his fingers picking up the pace as he continues to glide his finger up and down on me completely soaking my panties. I clear my throat to cover the moan threatening to leave my lips.

I gasp and sit up straight as I feel his fingers move my panties to the side, and his fingers are now on my slit gliding up and down making me wetter than already was.

I swallow hard, doing my best to not grind myself against his fingers. This is the self control never knew I needed, and it was rapidly crashing down. The need was to overwhelming and quickly taking over my thoughts and body.

"Spread your legs for me." He demands and as I do, he thrusts a finger deep inside me.

I press my lips together holding back the moan that is trying to break through my lips.

I squirm, wanting nothing more than to feel something, anything along my pulsing c**t. I'm tempted to pinch my hardening n*****s, but I just squeeze the armrest harder.

My body feels like it's drowning in hot uncontrollable heat. I'm sure the AC is on full blast, but nothing will cool the fire within me. I want it bad, really f*****g bad. I close my eyes doing my best to control my heavy breathing, and to stop myself from moving my hands.

TJ picks up the pace on his fingers, thrusting hard and fast, in and out of me.

"I love how f*****g wet you are." He whispered. "I bet Matt never got you this wet. I bet he never got you to spread those pretty little legs in a public place. I bet you he never finger f****d you as good as I'm doing right now."

I wanted to say Matt was all about privacy, and he occasionally fingered me but never this good. I wanted to say so many things, but my eyes popped open the second I moaned. It wasn't loud, but it escaped my lips before I could even stop it.

I looked around hoping no one was looking our way, and thankfully everyone was too busy watching the movie.

"Open your mouth." TJ says.

I'm unsure why but I do as he says, too turned on and hot to argue with him. The hand on my shoulder comes around my mouth, and I'm still unsure of what he's going to do until he thrusts his middle finger into my mouth.

"Suck."

I glance to his direction, finding his eyes already on me, or more like my mouth. I keep my eyes intently staring at his, and begin to suck his finger as he slams his fingers into me. My cheek hollows with every sucking motion, and I stop sucking to twirl my tongue around his finger, imaging something else in my mouth. Impatient he pulls his finger out, and thrusts it back in and out of me.

I glare at him letting him know I'm feeling the same way, but he just stares at me with hooded lust filled eyes. There's a slight twitch on his brow, but other than that he doesn't do or say anything, but know exactly what he's thinking. Stop and I'll stop. Move and I'll stop. Moan again, and I'll f*****g stop.

But screw it, I'm tired of doing what people say. I'm f*****g wet, I'm f*****g turned on, and I need to f*****g orgasm now. I move my hand from the armrest and bring it to my c**t, and begin to rub myself.

I stare at TJ letting him know I don't give a f**k if he stops, but he doesn't stop. He doesn't slow his fingers on my p***y or mouth if anything he's going faster, and one corner of his lip lifts up into a satisfied smirk.

I rub hard and fast, and start to grind myself against him. "f**k Lola." He groans under his breath.

Fuck is right. My body is close to erupting into a europhorotic wave of orgasmic bliss. I squeeze my eyes tight, slowing down on sucking his finger as my c**t pulses uncontrollably, and my body explodes with a shock of euphoric fireworks burning and crashing hard against my body. I'm close to moaning and screaming loud but I don't, TJ covers my mouth, still fingering me at a slower pace now.

"TJ," I moan against his hand.

"Shhh." TJ says against my ear, pressing my face against his chest, his hand still covering my mouth, as he stops thrusting into me and pulls out of me.

"Next time you moan my name, I'll be f*****g that pretty little mouth and your pussy." He whispers.

I'm not sure how to reply to that, but if it's possible I just felt myself get wetter, and if anything I'm much more turned on than I just was or ever have been. But then realization hits me. I just did something- in a place- with people- with a stranger- I f*****g came in.

I don't reply to his comment, instead sitting up straight and pull my dress down. I glance over at TJ and he's fixing himself. The room is dark, but with the bright screen I can see enough, and the bugle in his jeans is massive. I want to do something I never thought I'd want to do, but before I can say anything the lights turn on.

"Next time." He says, placing a soft kiss on my lips.

I nod and smile standing up as others stand up. My cheeks burn again at the thought that these people have absolutely no idea what we're just doing. Doing things I want to do again.

TJ intertwines my fingers with the very fingers that were just in me, and lends me out of the theater and toward the front entrance of the museum.

"Did you two enjoy the movie?" Clara cheerfully asked with enthusiasm in her eyes.

"Yeah." I swallow, the images of what we did flashing in my mind, on repeat.

"It was really good," TJ smirked with a nod, softly squeezing my hand. "Completely mesmerizing."

"Good I'm glad." Clara smiled pleased with the response. "Well I hope you too have a Goodnight." She said and waved us goodbye.

"Goodnight." We said in unison and walked out of the building.

"Movie was very interesting, huh?" I can hear the smirk in TJ's voice without looking at him.

"Very." I slowly nodded my head and bit my bottom lip.

"I definitely want to see that movie again, peaches."