Chapter Four - In The Dark of the Matinee

   The rest of the week passed by, in slow and resolute agony and he could
not reach Cate by phone, email or by waiting out the hours alone in the
condo.  Chris felt compelled to move back in to their apartment not only
because he felt he had worn out his welcome at Jon's, but after the last
incident he seemed to have gained a hope, or was it a belief, that there
was now a new level to his relationship with Cate.  This could not possibly be the end of everything.

   But for the last three days, there had been no sign or trace of her in the city.  Calls to her office were met with excuses and brush offs from her
assistant.  She was either in a meeting, or out of the office or just
simply unavailable to take his call.  He considered having Jenny call, and
then if or when she got Cate live on the phone, he could hijack the
conversation and turn the table on her game.  But, that seemed childish and
would make him look desperate.  He was desperate though, and he hated it.
When did the roles reverse between them?  Chris used to find Cate's
willingness to always bend to his wishes, and her interest in his hobbies
and friends, boring and somehow clingy.  At times, it seemed more as if she
was his pet rather than a lover.  Now he found himself wondering what she
was doing, or who she was talking to, and how all of a sudden it was so
easy for her to separate herself from him. And worse, was she seeing someone else? He didn't consider himself a jealous man, but now he found himself frightened and angry at the thought of her with someone else. 

   Chris laid on his side in their bed, staring at a vacant pillow and
running his hand over the slight indent of where her body usually laid
beside him.  He closed his eyes and briefly caught the scent of her
perfume. His other hand slid between the cool sheets beside his body, and
found his morning hard on.  He imagined her there with him, the sun shining
into the room from the window behind him and illuminating her face. Her face with the sparkling eyes and messy tussled hair framing it, and draping over her shoulder.  She'd always smile at him like she knew the answer to a question that wasn't asked - at least, not out loud.

   With his eyes closed, he saw her laying on her side facing him. Her head rested on her arm, while the other hand played with her nipple as he watched him stroke himself.

   Dream Cate grinned at him, and giggled.  "Well, good morning to you too.
Don't mind if I join you, do you?" With that, her own delicate fingers
found their way over the smooth skin of her torso.  They slid into the apex
of the tops of her legs, that laid languidly propped one over the other. 
He watched as the tips disappeared, and then the full fingers until only
her knuckles peered out from their cave.  He could tell by the circling
motions that she was lightly teasing herself, waking her sensations and
slowly bringing the blood to her clit.  She had been watching his dick grow
in his hand, the vein peeping out from his grip and with each motion down
it seemed to pop out even further.

   Chris started to clench his teeth, and straightening his back he tensed
all of his muscles.  He could hear her breathy groans, and felt through the mattress that Dream Cate had rolled on to her back.  She spread her legs, stretching her toes and felt the pull of flesh connect from her feet up through her ass.  The tugging feeling in her abdomen, and the heightened tingling let her know she was close.

   He wanted to be with her, when she made herself cum.  Chris shuffled
closer to her.  Still on his side, he laid one leg over hers and felt it
quivering.  Laying directly against her, he slid his lower arm under her
head to cradle her as Dream Cate's body jerked and fought with each spasm
of pleasure.

   Chris could feel himself close to climax, and the thought of contact
with her warm skin had him releasing a little pre-cum, lubricating his
strokes and increasing the speed and control of his grip.  He envisioned
her finally reaching climax, while they kissed deeply and the reaction of
her body, along with the stifled cry from her mouth to his brought him to
his threshold.  His sperm spewed forth, and as he gave a few last motions
of his hand the orgasm prolonged itself with the thought that he had just
showered her stomach.

   Dream Cate was purring in post orgasmic bliss, and her fingers reached
down swirling around in the mess he left on her tumy only to return to her mouth and reach for her tongue.

   "Mmmmm..  I love your taste.  Although, it seems like such a waste.  Why
not use this to make a little miracle for ourselves."

   Chris startled himself and opened his eyes seeing only the pillow again. He felt his hand between the two sticky wet sheets, and cursed at the thought of having to go to the trouble of changing the bed.

   He decided he was not going to pay any attention to what his girlfriend
had just implied at the end of his wet dream. If she was even still his girlfriend.

   It was Saturday morning, and Chris had made no plans for the day.  The
dark LCD display of the alarm clock on Cate's bedside table showed it was
already 11:15am.  Chris toyed with the idea of staying in bed all day, but
found it too indulgent.  He climbed out of bed, pulling the duvet and
sheets off with him and left them in a pile in the corner.

   After checking his email and a long, hot shower he dressed in his
favourite casual worn jeans, a hooded sweatshirt and black sports blazer.
He made his way to the cappuccino bar around the corner.  After perusing
the newspaper, he tucked it under his arm and decided to have a full course
brunch at a local restaurant famous for its incredible morning menu.

   Chris had just finished his smoked salmon, scrambled eggs and the sports
section when he felt the vibration in his blazer pocket.  He found his PDA
easily, and noted another text message had been received.  The only one since Catelynn had sent the first one the other week.  His pulse skipped, and a tingle of excitement sparked in his stomach. Smiling, he scrolled through the options, and found her message:

   20-Nov-05 1:02pm From: Catiebug 
   
   9.5 weeks

   Proceed?  

   The waiter cleared the plate and refreshed his coffee, while Chris tried to figure out the message.  What was she trying to tell him? He switched functions and tried to call her, but was immediately forwarded to an automated voicemail message.  He hung up before the beep, and clicked back to the message.

   What happened 9.5 weeks ago?  With a quick calculation in his head, he
was going over the events of September and couldn't pinpoint anything worth
mentioning.  From what he recalled, the entire month passed by with no
fights or incidents.  Monotony had become the norm of their relationship
and any given day could have comprised of eating, sleeping, work and
occasionally a half hour of obligatory foreplay with 10 minutes of
thrusting.  Of course it was good, tender and gentle lovemaking and kissing
her was always a joy, but it all just seemed so routine.

   He scoured his memories, and could only pick out that he had made a four
day trip to Miami on business, but that was in early September.  Was that
nine and a half weeks ago?  He couldn't be sure.  Maybe she was implying
that he had cheated on her while he was away as well.  Of course he didn't
- but that's not to say he didn't think about it.  He thought about it a
lot.  For the last year or so, he fantasized about having passionate and
spontaneous sex with someone who could stir that primal feeling in him,
instead of the loving tender and protective instincts he now had to the
woman he loved.  Often enough, he found himself trolling internet chat
rooms and dating web sites offering a casual encounter with an attached
man. He had never followed up with any of it, until he began daily chat
sessions with Sasha.

   For the better part of October, Chris and Sasha emailed, chatted and
even participated in cyber sex during regular business hours.  Some nights,
after a fight with Cate about something trivial, he would escape the
apartment saying he forgot something at work, or was going to get groceries
and would end up in the parking garage downstairs having phone sex with his
internet girlfriend.  But he knew he could never, and would never physically cheat on Catelynn.  He just couldn't do that to her.

   And then he did.  He wasn't sure how long he could go on meeting Sasha,
and making excuses for his late nights and hidden phone conversations. 
Chris knew Cate wasn't dumb and that she knew, but no one was talking about
it so he didn't have to confess.  It went on like this, until Cate came
home early from her business trip and found Chris and Sasha fucking on the
bed Cate had handpicked when she moved in.

   Is that what she meant by her text message?  That she had known the
whole time?  Chris tried to calm down, and think rationally.  So far, the
last two weeks have been a game.  Think of this like a game.  This is a
clue.  What IS nine and a half weeks?

   It struck him the same time as he sipped the freshly poured coffee, and
the beauty of it's simplicity hit him just as hard as the stinging burn of
the boiling hot beverage.

   Chris spit the coffee back into the mug, and grabbed the newspaper.  He
found the entertainment section, and began scanning the movie listings for
the afternoon matinees in the area.  But where would they be playing a
movie that was almost twenty years old?

   His finger scanned quickly down to the repertoire theatres and grinned
when he found the listing showing that the film was playing in less than
thirty minutes, at the Royal Grand.

   "Smart girl, Catie." He chuckled to himself, and pried a few bills from
his wallet to drop on the table on his way out.

   He found the Royal Grand, and paid for a surprisingly cheap ticket.  He
couldn't remember the last time he had been to a rep cinema, and forgot
that it didn't include the superficial luxuries or ticket price, of the
blockbuster first run theatres.  The single screening room was a large,
dark and beautiful theatre complete with a stage and crushed red velvet
curtains.  The tall walls stretched to a ceiling complete with a decorative
chandelier hanging close to the top, so as to not impede the view of anyone
seated in the mezzanine above.  The sides of the room itself were covered
in a worn through textured wallpaper with the shapes of ribbons and
rosebuds.  Chris slowly moved down the aisle observing the ten to twelve
people already occupying the antique cushioned seats.  There were three
couples and two singles dispersed throughout the over 200 seats.

   Chris moved down the right aisle and took quick glances at each person,
but could not identify Cate.  The lights dimmed and the thin black curtain
began to rise, while a bright white stream of light startled him as it
jetted over his head to fill the large screen.  He made his way up to the
mezzanine seating area while the commercials played out, and found it was
empty.  He felt a lump in his throat as he realized she wasn't there. 
Leaning over the balcony, he counted the same twelve people again.

   The disappointment he felt surprised Chris.  Was he beginning to get
used to these erotic encounters?  Would he ever get to be with Cate again,
like they used to be?  In love and in a real relationship?

   Chris pondered whether to go home and crawl back into bed, but he
decided he had nothing else to do and staying to watch the movie wouldn't
be so bad.  He slouched into a seat near the end of the third row.

   Near the end of the introductory credits, as the music began to fade out
to dialogue Chris became irked at the sound of giggling and footsteps from the stairway to the mezzanine.  He was enjoying his solitude.  The intruders
took their seats in the centre of the first row, and not only were they
late, and loud but they were pawing at each like a couple of teenagers. 
Chris tried to ignore their whispering, and grunting noises as the movie
got into the heart of the story but he couldn't help but stare as their
bodies began to contort in the seats and take on uncomfortable and awkward
positions.

   The onscreen couple were in an arguments of sorts, and Chris remembered
this scene as the first of many intimate encounters that are the premise of
the movie itself.  He watched as the lead female character has to let down
her guard and give in to the dominant and alluring stranger she just met.
The sexual tension is dangerous and thrilling, and Chris can feel himself
getting excited.  In addition, he felt ashamed because he kept looking at
the couple seated just five feet away from him and he knew the guy was
fingering his girlfriend.  Her body was rocking up and down, and she clung
to his upper body with her forehead digging into his shoulder.

   Chris slid his hand into his pocket and was rubbing himself as best as
could within the limits of his clothing.  His eyes closed, he felt his
penis bulging in his pants and he could hear the actors breaching the
moment where the anger and self righteousness breaks into a passionate
scene of lovemaking.  Chris wanted to find a way of unzipping his pants to
pull himself out for a proper go.  He opened his eyes and saw the female
half of the horny couple had thrown her head back and was riding her
boyfriends hand while she looked over his shoulder.

   Chris' own movements halted - it was Cate.  She had been watching him
jerk himself off, while this other guy finger fucked her as she sat side saddle on his lap.  Her mouth hung open, and she winced with each thrust of
this assholes arm.  Chris sat there shocked and could only watch as the
flickering of the characters on the screen in mid coitus reflected onto the
bodies of the woman he loved and the son of a bitch that was getting her
off.

   He felt the blood rush to his head, and his hand clenched the arms rests
on either side of him.  Catelynn continued her gaze at him, with a subtle
hint of a smile through her panting.  Before he could manage to get up out
of the seat and do something (he didn't know what he would do, but he had to do something!), he was watching her climax and release a long, steady moan.  Cate's body collapsed and she shrunk into her date's arms.  He whispered something in her ear, and she laughed a little.  Smiling, she looked over his shoulder again up at Chris who felt himself teetering between forming a fist with which to beat this guy to a pulp with or crying.

   Cate's arm moved from its hold around the guys neck and she reached out
to Chris over the seats in the second row.  Her fingers stretched out, and
though she didn't say anything it was her eyes that called to him.  Chris
stood up, the tent that had sprung earlier had deflated and he made a few
simple steps down and around the seat in front of him.  He stopped when he
was standing behind Cate, and reached down to grab her upper body just
under her armpits.  He lifted her off the guys lap, over the seats and then
they were standing face to face.

   The muscles in her face, and the dazed glossy look in her eyes confirmed
she had recently reached orgasm.  Slowly, she raised her arm and the soft
fleshy palm of her hand was caressing Chris' cheek.  She was smiling, in
that all knowing way again - so gentle and wise.  He searched her eyes for
some kind of anger, some semblance that this was about revenge for his
infidelity.  But there was none.  She was happy, and not just because she
was spent but because she with him.  This was confirmed when she stood up
on her tiptoes in the flat ballet type shoes that were so popular, and
began to kiss him deeply and lovingly.  He felt as if she was sharing her
state of bliss with him, and he immediately relaxed in to her.

   The strange man she had been with had jumped to his feet, and witnessed
the coupling before he could voice his protest.  He grabbed Catelynn's hand
and jerked her out of the kiss with Chris.

   In a low voice, he growled at her.  "What the fuck is this?"

   Cate smiled at him, and then winked.  She nodded for him to join them in
the second row, and squeezed his hand.  Confused, but obviously wondering
how the hell he got stuck with a rock hard dick while his chick made out
with another guy, he had nothing better to do than see where this was all
going to go.  Chris echoed the strangers concerns by whispering in a hushed
voice.

   "Cate, what are you up to?" She raised a single fingertip to his lips,
and then replaced it with her mouth.  As they continued to kiss, he felt
her arm stretch out behind him and then the warmth of another body pressed
against his back.  Cate stopped kissing him, and with two hands poised on
his shoulders she pushed him down into the seat he was standing infront of.
He looked up to his left and saw the guy standing there, stroking his above
average endowment.  Naturally, Chris compared himself and figured they were
about even though this guy may have been a bit shorter.

   Catelynn turned towards the guy, and took his cock in her hand to
continue the rubbing and pulling.  She began to kiss him, and as he watched the two of them  Chris began to appreciate the fantasy like moment.  He was in a movie theatre, with two people acting out an intimate sexual encounter right in front of him.  He had never been in a threesome with two men a woman, and briefly felt the sting of typical male homophobia.  It was quickly crushed by the thought of watching Catelynn being fucked by someone else, while he watched and enjoyed every facial expression and every sound he missed, when he would usually be caught up in his own pleasure when it was just the two of them.

   He decided there was no turning back now, and unzipped his pants.  He
slouched forward to flatten out his lap.  His legs pushed far apart due to
the narrow alley between the rows of seating.  Chris took out his growing
member, and reached one hand up and under Cate's skirt to steal some of her
sweet juice for lubricant.  Her ass raised a little at the feel of him
digging around inside her, and she giggled through her kissing with the
guy.

   Cate looked over her shoulder and watched Chris begin to stroke himself
off in the dark, while he shifted between watching the male character on
the screen allowing a cheap prostitute to seduce his blindfolded
girlfriend. His thoughts flashed back to the night with Cate and Brandy,
and he felt the blood rush harder and faster to his cock.  Chris was
stunned at how fast he could feel himself coming close to release and began
to ease up on his jerking.

   But Cate had seen the look on his face, and the tightening of muscles in
his hands and abdomen.  She stepped over his leg and sat straight down onto
his lap, guiding his dick with her hand to slide right into her soaking wet
pussy.  She faced towards the screen, and began riding him.  He felt her
muscles take him in, and the tightness of her cunt with the slippery liquid
she excreted made it easy for her to grind into him fast and hard.

   He didn't particularly care about the guy, but found himself wondering
how he would add himself to this equation.  The answer came when the guy
stepped over both Chris' and Cate's legs to stand in front of Cate with his throbbing dick in his hand.  Immediately, Cate took it in her mouth, and steadied the rhythm of her bouncing off Chris' lap with the sucking and stroking of the guys cock.

   Chris pushed her hips down into him and began to assist by thrusting
upwards and into her.  This made it easier for Cate to take the guy deeper
into her mouth, and Chris heard him encouraging her while he grasped the
hair on her head.  Christopher felt a surge of primal territory issues
rise, and moved one hand up to continue to push her down from her shoulder.

   Chris could feel himself getting close, just as Cate stopped and
released the other guys dick as well.

   "Switch!" she said with a smile.

   She stood up and leaned into the other guy.  He placed his hands on her
waist, and guided her with him as they both turned to face the screen. 
Chris continued to stroke himself, but was disappointed to have come so
close to releasing inside her warm, wet canal.

   With the guy standing between Chris and Cate, and his ass in Chris' face
he was noticeably wrestling with his belt.  Then his pants dropped, and he
twisted to turn back and face Chris.  He was smiling, and Chris noticed he
was a young, fairly fit and sort of alternative looking man.  His dark
spiky hair and loose fitting clothing with some writing and symbols, gave
Chris the impression that he was businessman by day and a punk by night. 
He tossed something in Chris' lap, and said 'No need for you to stop,
though."

   Chris looked down and saw a condom in a wrapper, unopened and sitting on
a wrinkled pleat of his pants.  Did this guy think he was queer or
something, thought Chris.  But obviously not, since he just watched Chris
fuck Cate like an a frat boy in a porn video.  Chris wasn't repulsed by gay
guys, but he had never thought about himself ass fucking another dude.  He
looked at the other guy, who had started to bend his legs and was bending
Catelynn forward to penetrate the void Chris had just been filling.  It
didn't seem like this guy was a fag either.

   The guy began to slide into Cate, and was voicing each and every slow
thrust with an 'oh' or a 'yeah, baby'.  He turned to look back at Chris,
and said 'Put it on.'

   Maybe he just had a thing about exchanging fluids, and wanted Chris to be prepared to take over the job should he finish before Cate. Chris bit into the edge of the wrapper and pulled out the rolled up piece of latex. It was slimy and slipped around on his hard on, but he managed to fit it on down to the base of his shaft. The guy had watched him do this, and with the completion of his orders he reached under Cate while he fucked her from behind. He slid out of her and in a cupped hand scooped up the precious gooey liquid she had been dripping down her thighs. He reached behind himself and rubbed it between his ass crack, right around his sphincter. He reached around again for another handful, and when his arm reached back agin it passed right by his own thighs and found Chris' now sheathed hard on. He stroked Chris a little and then leaned back, propping himself on the armrests of Chris' chair. Slowly and gently, he lowered him onto Chris' erection.

Chris gasped at the incredible tightness of this guys anus. He had a few experiences with anal sex before, but they were drunken mistakes that were messy, painful and awkward. Before Chris knew what he was doing, his hands were on this guys hips guiding him down further. He couldn't help but thrust into his tight ass, that felt like ten hands griping his entire dick with full force. The same pressure continued over every inch and the guys raised himself up and down. The muscles inside him were relaxing, and Chris could feel himself sliding more and more easily into him. Chris took a moment to realize he was actually fucking a guy, but he saw Cate's face as she looked back at him. He let out a loud groan, and she giggled knowing he was enjoying the experience. 

Chris began to take over and thrust into the guy, who leaned back into him and was laying on top of him, echoing the latitude on Chris's body. The guys hard on was as stiff as ever, and Catelynn took her cue to follow the her friend's actions. She leaned over him and as Chris and the guy moved up and down, she used the arm rest to lower herself on to the guy's raging hardon. While Chris fucked him from behind, the guy was grunting with each thrust and managed to find her hips with his hands without actually looking in her direction. He pushed her down, and she followed the rhythm they set by squating in unison with Chris' thrusts. 

The men laid flat, and Catelynn sat bent forward feeling the guy pushed into her by Chris' thrusts into him. The three of them rocked back and forth, their breaths, gasps and moans drowned out by the soundtrack of the movie. 

Catelynn looked up to the screen, to see a man fucking a woman under a stream of water, while they laid on the steps of an abandoned cellar or something, and she began to touch her self, adding to the sensations of the guys dick penetrating her over and over. 

Chris was the first to climax and his full body shaking drove the guy to cum hard and fast, just after pulling out of Catelynn. He shot forward into the back of the first row seats, and Catelynn continued to push hard and fast circles into her clit, feeling the two hard male bodies under her trying to catch their breath. She cried out during the climax of the song, and let herself fall back on to the chest of the guy who laid on top of Chris. 

When all three bodies had matched their rhythms of breathing, Catelynn sat up and excused herself to go to the ladies room. The guy followed her upright stance, pulled up his pants and brushed himself off.

"Listen, this was kind of wierd and it's obvious you guys know each other so I'm going to split. But, uh... Thanks." The guy grabbed his jacket from their original seats in the first row and disappeared through the entrance to the stairs. 

Chris tucked his relaxed flacid member back into his pants and boxers. He closed his zipper and sat up in his chair, waiting to take Cate back in his arms and tell her that he wanted her back. He would do anything to make their relationship work. 

He waited until the final credits had finished rolling, and the lights in the theatre had brightened. She had not returned, and Chris knew she wouldn't be coming back to the mezzanine. 

Chris walked back through the entrance to the theatre, out into the bright light of the cold winter afternoon and headed home to their empty apartment.   
   
