After a brief moment I followed her.
As we drove downtown towards the restaurant where I'd made reservations she told me what had happened.
"Mom is not very keen on Dad's decision to allow us to date." She told me.
"No?" I asked, not terribly surprised after the story that Mr. Blackmore had told me. It was Mrs. Blackmore, after all, that had born the brunt of the Bob Simpson episode.
"No." She agreed. "They've been arguing and fighting pretty much since you first talked to him. When I told Dad that you and I were going out tonight he kind of grunted at me but didn't say anything. But when I told Mom," She shook her head. "Mom started in right away about how she didn't agree with Dad, about how she thought you were a lowdown slimebag, and how she didn't think I should be going out with you. She told me I would be staying home and that despite what my father had said, that I was not to see you anymore."
"Wow." I commented.
"I appealed to Dad and they had another argument, a pretty nasty one. Dad finally told me I could go out with you tonight. Mom stayed in her room and wouldn't come out."
"I'm sorry." I told her, not really sure what I was apologizing for.
"Bill, I almost didn't go tonight. Mom and Dad have NEVER fought like this. Never! The most they've ever done in front of me is have little squabbles over money or housework or something. This is tearing them apart! Do you know how that makes me feel? I almost cancelled my date with you just to keep them from fighting."
"But you didn't." I said softly.
"I couldn't Bill." She told me. "I need to be with you. I couldn't bear to call you up and tell you I wouldn't come tonight. I couldn't bear not seeing you. Oh Christ, why does all of this have to be so damn complicated? Is this going to happen every time we go out?"
I let my hand drop to her knee where I patted it. "Nina," I told her. "I don't think it's going to happen every time."
"Why not?" She asked.
"There's one thing I learned while I was talking to your Dad." I explained. "That is that your parents love each other deeply. They always have. They have the kind of love that you and I have and believe me, that kind of love is rare among married couples. This won't break them apart Nina. And I believe it's one of those things that starts off as bad as it's going to get and then gradually gets better as time goes by. Your Mom and your Dad are waiting for me to break you heart. They think that's what my purpose is due to various things in their past. Do you remember the day I came to the emergency room?
"Of course." She answered. "I remember everything about that day."
"I told you that you would be taking a gamble by returning to me, that you were gambling with the possibility that I might break your heart again. Remember?"
"Yes."
"Your parents are trying to contemplate that same gamble." I told her. "Only they don't have much to lose in it. You have the possibility of love to lose. They really don't have anything. No matter what happens, they'll still have you. They don't realize that they're gambling with your happiness of course. They just perceive that I'm an asshole and that you'd be better off without me. Now I've managed to change your Dad's views on me a little with the talk we had, but I haven't managed to change your Mom's views. As time goes on however, and when I don't break your heart, and when they see that you are happy, I think they'll come around. Just remember, this is probably as bad as it's going to get."
She nodded and put her hand on top of mine. I gave her knee another squeeze. "You do have a way of making people feel better Bill." She told me.
"I do my best." I told her. "Now let's forget about your parents for a while and go out and have a good time. That's what people in love are supposed to do, right?"
She picked up my hand and put it to her lips, kissing it briefly. "Right." She answered.
A good time we had. We went to dinner at a Black Angus restaurant, both of us having the prime rib. Afterwards we drove to the movie theater, just in time to catch a showing of "War Games". The movie had been out long enough that not too many people were in the theater. We sat in the back row, in the lover's section.
I had seen "War Games" before of course, way back when. I found it not terribly interesting since the computer technology was completely antiquated from my point of view and because it's main pretense was something I knew was never going to happen. After all, the Soviet Union was going to fall in seven more years taking with it the threat of sudden nuclear annihilation. But I enjoyed it all the same because Nina was there with me.
We held hands and cuddled up together through the first part of the movie. By the time the FBI agents were taking our hero into custody our lips had drifted together and the movie was all but forgotten as we slid our tongues into each other's mouths contentedly. Our kisses became more heated, more frantic as the minutes ticked past. My erection throbbed in my pants, eventually bringing a dull ache with it, an ache that I knew would be pleasantly agonizing by the time this evening was over and would only be relieved in my bedroom.
Nina was similarly aroused. She clung harshly to me, pressing herself to me, her hands trailing up and down my body. She had removed her coat when we'd sat down and even with the dim lighting I could see that her nipples were protruding outward, visible through the material of her sweater. The sight of them nearly made me crazy and I longed to place my hand upon them, to slide my fingers under the hem of the sweater, to force my way into her bra. I could imagine what her flesh would feel like against my palm and the very thought almost made me have an accident in my pants.
Nina's lips left my mouth and slowly trailed down to my neck. She began kissing and sucking lightly, nipping at my earlobes. This made me tremble with desire and it took every ounce of my willpower to keep from trying to push her a little farther.
Near the end of the movie she pulled her lips from my neck. She was panting and her voice sounded frustrated. "Bill," She whispered in my ear. "Are my boobs too small?"
"What?" I panted back, shifting myself in my seat, trying to reposition my painful erection.
"Don't you like them?" She asked. "Are they too small for you?"
"No Nina." I told her. "They're beautiful. Really. But why…"
"Then why won't you touch them?" She asked.
"What?" I couldn't have been more surprised if she'd asked why I couldn't concentrate real hard and levitate my body into the air.
"I've been trying to push them into you for the past twenty minutes." She told me. "All my life I've heard about girls getting felt up at the movies. I want to get felt up Bill. So put your damn hands on my tits!"
I looked at her, feeling an extra burst of blood going to my wang. This was Nina talking like this! Nina! Her words almost made me lose control of myself.
"I didn't think…"
"No you didn't." She breathed. "Now touch me. Show me how much you like them."
She leaned forward and kissed me again, her right hand taking my left. She placed it on the swell of her breast and I felt the softness, the firmness that I'd fantasized so much about. Even through the sweater I felt the hardness of the nipple pushing into my hand. I groaned and began to softly squeeze her. She moaned back into my mouth.
It was less than five minutes before my hand slid down to the hem of her sweater and found it's way underneath. Nina offered no protest, in fact she arched her back to give me freer access. I felt the soft, smooth skin of her stomach as my palm worked it's way upward. I felt the ribs beneath the flesh and finally the wire and cotton of her bra. With a practiced push of my fingers, my hand was beneath and her breast was against palm, her nipple pushing into it.
Her breathing became frantic as I caressed her, her tongue plunging deeper and deeper into my mouth. Her own hand slid beneath my sweater, feeling my flesh, caressing it. Finally it slid back down, her fingers hesitating at the waist of my pants. They pushed on and her hand found the bulge at my crotch. She gave it an experimental squeeze; a squeeze which almost made me come right there.