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yours, okay?”
    He nods, a sudden burst of light from the screen lighting up his features, his moppy hair greasy. “Are you sure?”
    I reach over and cup his crotch. He’s rock hard. “Yes, I’m sure. You got protection?”
    He nods again. “Stole it from the pharmacy this morning.” He pulls a plastic square out from his pocket and I look upon it with wonder knowing this will be all that separates our bodies tonight.
    “Will it fit?”
    He laughs. “I hope so.”
    “Hey,” he says, placing three kisses down my neck, my nipples stiffening against my top into tight twigs. “I want to try something. Will you let me?”
    “Sure.”
    “You won’t freak out, okay? I haven’t had much practice.”
    He kneels down in front of me, into the tight space between the chair rows.
    He moves between my legs and parts them with his hands.
    “What are you doing?”
    “You said you wouldn’t freak out, remember?”
    The projection continues to run over our heads in a solid tunnel of light, but we’re too high up for anyone to see.
    “Lift up your feet.”
    I lift up my feet. He pops the button on my jeans. My mouth falls open.
    “Trust me, okay?”
    I nod, body pulled wire tight.
    He takes down my zipper and begins to pull my jeans and panties away as one. I fold my legs together and lift my butt off the seat, allowing him to pull them down until they’re around my knees.
    The stale theatre air brings goose bumps to my skin as his hands run over the top of my thighs.
    The crotch of my panties finally pulls away from my crotch sticky and wet.
    “Ready?”
    I nod again, feet on the floor as he parts my legs and I yawn open before him.
    I give a little gasp. My heart feels like it’s going to pound its way right out of my body as I arch against the back of the chair trying to press myself towards him.
    His fingers move down my thighs, over the inner baby fat, coming closer and closer until they reach the puffy outer folds of my pussy.
    My mouth forms into a circlet. I close my eyes as he moves through my folds.
    We’ve touched before, but this, this is something else.
    My chest heaves below, head light. He moves forward and I want to tell him no, no, that this is too much too soon, but I can’t help it. I can’t make my mouth move as his own falls against me and I melt at his touch.
    The tip of his tongue moves out, a fleshly explorer, probing into the heat and desire that’s pooled fast between my legs, eager now, hungry as I place my hands on the top of his head and pull him towards me.
    I moan internally when his tongue sweeps down and burrows deeper, his rough fingers holding me open. My butt squirms on the seat and I look towards the ceiling. I slink lower, trying to shut my mouth and stop myself screaming out at the top of my lungs that ‘yes, this is amazing!’.
    I’m self-conscious of how I am down there, how I might smell, how wet I am, but I know he doesn’t care. His mouth moves over my mound as he laps higher in long, flat strokes against my clit, rubbing the tip of his tongue back and forth over the swollen bud until with a sudden spark of lightning I kick forward hard against his face. Fingers netted through his hair, I moan loud and long up to the ceiling as a strange wave of sensation overcomes me and I spill out against his tongue. I hold him to me, suffocating him with my pussy while I buck and judder in the seat, flapping around like a fish out of water as my very first orgasm subsides and all I’m left with is a fragmented shift of color and light reverberating in my head.
    Tim’s face comes away glistening, a grin so wide on it you could see it from the Space Station.
    “Wow.” It’s all I can offer.
    “Hey! You two!”
    The usher’s torch swings over us and I scream in fright. I leap from the chair, trying frantically to pull my panties and jeans back on as he makes for the side stairs. I stumble, but Tim’s hand holds me firm. There’s no time to do up my zipper, even get my pants