A little disappointed with the movie

Half an hour into the movie and you're a little disappointed. The movie is entertaining enough, but it isn't great. Nor is it half as funny as the trailers made it seem. But you don't really care. You're just glad you're with Alex.

You've shifted a little. You've tucked into Alex, his arm sliding down your back. You grin as his hand sneakily closes over your tit. You close your eyes as you revel in the pleasure. His hand slowly massages your breast and you coo softly in appreciation. Your hand slips down into Alex's crotch. Every time he squeezes you, you rub at his crotch. In moments, you're rubbing hard and constantly as he firmly gropes you, all thoughts of the movie gone. You feel him growing, straining against his pants.

A sound distracts you. You look up sharply. Have you been caught? The thought excites you. You feel like a schoolgirl. In fact, it reminds you of the time you were with the captain of the football team in school. You'd made out together at the back of the cinema, before an usher had caught you. Your mind reels for a moment. Another memory, of your former self making out with the head cheerleader fills your mind for a second. You know that that is the real memory. But it quickly slips from your mind, the thought of that footballer's arms around you fueling the Curse.

The sound repeats, snapping you from your thoughts.