Chapter 68 – Empty theater

After our trip to the snack bar, Trixie, Darnell, and I take our seats in the middle of the cinema. Darnell ends up sitting between ‘his girls’ and arranges all of our snacks around him. He places the box of junior mints on his leg closest to me and the box of Mike & Ike’s candy on his leg closer to Trixie. The tub of popcorn gets nestled between his legs within easy reach of all. I put my cup of soda in the armrest further from Darnell so that he’d have the armrest between us for himself and noticed Trixie doing the same thing. Darnell, however, takes advantage of having a bottle of water and instead simply sets it on the floor. With nothing on the armrests Darnell further takes advantage by folding them up and out of the way, making our three seats more of a couch than individual chairs.

We chat and joke as the pre movie ads play until the lights dim and the previews start. Looking around the not quite dark theater, I couldn’t help but say quietly, “Wow, I think we have the place to ourselves.”

Both Darnell and Trixie look for themselves and smile broadly at each other as they come to the same conclusion. Darnell’s arms come up around Trixie’s and my backs, grips our shoulders, and pulls us all close together. As the lights finish dimming down and the movie starts in earnest, Darnell says to no one in particular, “A whole movie theater to ourselves. Oh, I wonder how we can take advantage of this!?”

I don’t pay any particular attention and instead try to focus on getting comfortable being held close to Darnell’s big strong body. Thankfully his hand remains chastely on my shoulder and that allows me to slowly relax and simply enjoy his warmth in the over air-conditioned theater.

It takes me a good twenty minutes to finally settle into my own skin. To not be bothered by Darnell’s arm around me. To not worry about reaching into his lap for a candy or a piece of popcorn. To not be worried any time I hear Trixie and Darnell kiss or giggle at something they say to each other. An hour later, around the time the race in Monza comes up, I’m really invested in the movie and enjoying myself.

When Pearce’s car goes sailing over the fence, I can’t take my eyes away from the screen. I imagine it’s the hormones making me emotional as I normally don’t get this invested in a movie, especially an action movie, but I feel my chest tighten up as I wait to see what happens to the young rookie. As I’m reaching over for a bit of popcorn, I start slowly waving my hand around as I missed the bucket and don’t want to take my eyes away for even a second. Darnell’s voice quietly comes from beside me as he must have noticed my hand moving around in front of him, “Paris, you want some of this?”

I feel a nervous tear in my eye as Sonny, on the screen, grabs the fire extinguisher and tries to help his teammate in the inferno that’s his race car. Leaning in a bit closer to Darnell so he hopefully notices my nonverbal response I nod emphatically that I’d like some of the popcorn. A steady hand grabs my flailing one and for a moment I wonder how Darnell’s hands got so smooth. Trixie’s voice let’s me know it’s her hand guiding me to the bucket though, “Here, let me help you Babe…”

Three things happen all at once, none of them involving me getting any popcorn. Trixie adds, “…I’ve already got him warmed up for you!” which I would have found strange if it were the only thing that happened. But her leading my hand to what I immediately recognized, no doubt from all the sessions with my hand wrapped around Mal’s manhood, as Darnell’s bare hard cock made the statement make immediate sense. As Trixie grips my fingers tight around Darnell’s girth and starts that familiar motion up and down I could have easily complained if it weren’t for that last thing. Darnell’s hand coming from my shoulder to my cheek, turning my face toward him, and him engaging me in a sensual kiss.

The emotional whiplash I go through is **** as one moment I’m deeply involved in a sad moment in a good movie and a couple seconds later I’m being kissed by my girlfriend’s boyfriend while she’s guiding me into giving him a hand job in an empty theater. I can’t believe that I was so involved in the movie that I didn’t notice the two people next to me pulling his manhood out of his pants and her getting him hard. It’s as I consider that, and as Darnell’s tongue explores deeper in my mouth, that Trixie’s words hit me harder. She got him warmed up for ME?

I notice Trixie’s hand is no longer guiding mine up and down when I feel her hands on my blouse, unbuttoning it enough to let my breasts spill out. I let out a frustrated huff into Darnell’s mouth but, whether it’s that I’m still stunned by my friend’s actions or just stuck in muscle memory, I don’t stop working my hand up and down his length. Trixie is used to the clothes I wear and takes advantage of it by using the clasp in the front of my bra to fully expose my large breasts while Darnell pulls me even closer.

My frustrated huff, which didn’t sound all that frustrated even to my own ears, smoothed out into a pleasured moan as I feel Trixie’s fingernails flick over my hardening nipples. Opening my eyes, which I hadn’t realized I’d shut upon Darnell’s kissing, I crane them enough to see Trixie crouched down on her heels in front of Darnell’s spread wide legs smiling up at us. When I see her move closer to me, I try to ready myself but there really isn’t any preparation for this kind of pleasure. The pleasure that Trixie knows how to deal out with her lips and tongue as she starts suckling on one of my breasts and continues to pinch and tease at the other.

I have to imagine it’s the familiarity with this action and not my acceptance at what I’m doing that keeps me calm. Either that or the toe-curling pleasure of Trixie’s expert level nipple attention. Regardless, for several long minutes the three of us exist in this bliss, Darnell and I kissing passionately, me jacking him off, and Trixie burying herself between my breasts.

When Darnell breaks the kiss, he also pulls me back from him, letting me get a look at his fully aroused eyes. Like when he was looking down at me, kneeling before him with a mouth full of cock, he seems very pleased and very stirred up. When he brings his fingers up to my lips, I let him slide them into my mouth out of confusion. I don’t think he’d be trying to get to either my or Trixie’s panties as neither of us are really within reach, but he still makes a show of having me suck on his fingers and getting them soaked with my spit. When they’re as moist as he wants, he keeps his eyes locked on mine and moves his hand down to pull mine aside and start rubbing my saliva all over his length. Two things are immediately clear. He wants some lubrication instead of my dry hand and the one trip to my mouth wasn’t nearly enough to moisten his entire manhood.

As if she knew what was going on, Trixie puts in extra effort on my nipple making me open and moan loudly just in time for Darnell to slide his fingers back into my mouth. I frustratingly recognize the taste there as Darnell’s musk. His cock. As he continues to lube up his cock with my spit as lube, I get to taste that several more times until he guides my hand back and has me start jacking him off again.

While it isn’t easy to think around Trixie’s maniacal licking and sucking, it IS easier when Darnell isn’t tongue wrestling me. The pause gives me time to consider what’s happening. While I wouldn’t say I was ‘happy’ to be lost in the moment earlier, I knew it wasn’t too bad. I’d given far more than my fair share of hand jobs and doing it to Darnell in a dark theater while Trixie treats me isn’t the worst fate I can think of. But with a little clarity I recognize that this is likely a preamble to the main event and not the prize that Darnell is after. An empty theater like this would be ideal for a blow job.

Knowing that, knowing that I want to prevent that if I can, I lean into the hand job as soon as Darnell has my hand wrapped back around his girth. When his lips meet mine, I make it more of a competition as to who can kiss who more aggressively and I start working on his cock like I’ve learned to work on Mal’s. And as I used to do with Mal, I make this all about getting Darnell to cum as soon as possible and not dragging it out or making it last longer than it should.

If I can get him off with my hand, I won’t have to get him off with my mouth.

And for a moment, a small moment in time, I feel like my plan is going to succeed. I can feel Darnell’s surprised reaction to my more aggressive kissing, and he seems interested in keeping that up. I can also feel his cock reacting to my more aggressive pleasuring, feeling it throb and shake and even grow. At first, I keep my hand moving all over trying to figure out where Darnell’s more sensitive spots are. He reacts strongly to me cupping my hand over his bulbous head and rubbing gently there, but responds stronger when I grip him around the crown of his cockhead and move in short quick movements. He does like the occasional long stroke and with a little extra pressure applied on his long shaft I can even get him to lift up in his seat.

I hate the thought going through my head, but I’m a little upset that I can’t get my other hand around Trixie so that I could play with Darnell’s thighs or cup his balls as I’m sure that extra sensation would help. As is, however, my skill at giving a single-handed hand job while aggressively kissing a man seems up to the task of getting Darnell off before he moves to change his pleasure into a blow job.

That’s why I almost scream in frustration when I feel Trixie gently but firmly move my hand away from Darnell’s twitching cock. Even Darnell seems confused as he stops kissing me and we both look down just in time to see Trixie shift from my nipple and straight to Darnell’s proud cock.

I know I should feel happy about this, that she still wants to orally please her boyfriend, but there’s a part of me that can’t help but wonder why I’m even here if she’s still willing to give a blow job. My answer, unfortunately, doesn’t take long.

Trixie is indeed bad at giving head. I see her lips sealed like rocks around Darnell’s cock but see no signs of her applying any suction. She’s just bobbing up and down and leaving her lips around his shaft, not even focusing on his cock head. Sure, her tongue will be gliding over that sensitive spot but unless she’s using that tongue it will be passive attention at best. And knowing how she feels about giving head, she may well be trying to keep her tongue away and therefore giving as little pressure as possible.

In other words, Trixie giving head probably doesn’t even feel as good as the hand job I was giving Darnell. Those fears are confirmed when I feel Darnell’s lips press against my temple and hear his lust filled voice at my ear, “Go ahead Paris, show her how it’s done.”

Darnell’s hand slips easily from my cheek to the back of my head, pulling my hair back as it goes, where he starts to gently but insistently push me down. I look frantically around, hoping that I’ll see an usher’s flashlight or a fire or a monster or some other emergency that would prevent this, but the only thing I see is Trixie popping her lips off of Darnell’s cock and smiling up at me as she says quietly “There, got him all warmed up again for you sweety!”

For a brief moment I keep my lips sealed when they bump up against Darnell’s cock. I’m not sure whether its Trixie’s built-up saliva or Darnell’s precum that’s being wiped on my lips but it’s unimportant as I realize that by pushing me down like this, Darnell has trapped my arm between me and him. I can’t even reach his cock now and will once again be giving a handless blow job.

Trixie’s fingers sliding up my thigh and under my panties is what gets my mouth to finally open. I barely get my intended “Ahhhh” out before Darnell’s massive mute button is pushed in between my lips. Darnell’s hand keeps pressure on my head that keeps me moving downward, taking more and more of him inside of my mouth right up until he taps my unprepared throat. I feel my back tighten and arch a bit but also apply upward pressure against his hand. Surprisingly he doesn’t continue to press. Instead, it feels like his hand, his big heavy hand, is simply laying on my head applying a passive downward pressure.

I’m able to pull upward, getting almost all the way off Darnell’s cock when his hand’s passivity stops and he prevents me from fully disengaging the intimate act we’re sharing. Like the other night, not seeing any way out except to get the act done, I start to bob up and down, letting Darnell’s hand push me down and then pushing myself back up.

I doubt that they coordinated it, but Trixie and Darnell still say at the same time, “Damn, that’s hot!”