Movie Date 1 - Relics of the Past

Hoo boy, you're nervous. Every minute of waiting in front of the theater only makes it worse. You look good, right? Maybe you should've gone for a dress instead of a skirt and blouse. No, she said she likes skirts. But does she like blouses? You're getting so overly anxious, you undo and redo the top button like five times. God dammit, get a hold of yourself. Nothing Zoey has done last weekend gave you any indication that she doesn't like your looks. Quite the fucking contrary, in fact. You look good. Your red locks look good. Your makeup looks good. Your legs and butt with that skirt look good. Your boobs look-

You re-undo the top button. Your boobs look good. Maybe another button?

"Sup, princess?"

You literally jump and squeak in surprise.

"Woah, easy." Zoey laughs and holds her hands up.

"Fucking hell, Zoey." you gasp and slap her shoulder. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I didn't sneak up on anyone! You were just too busy staring at your own tits to notice me!" the futa defends herself, laughing.

"Wha- I-... Shut up." you say and cross your arms. Unfortunattely, you can't really argue against that.

"Aww, don't be mad." Zoey chuckles and pulls you into a hug. The fact that her right hand happens to land on your butt is very much not lost on you.

"You're lucky you're handsome." you tell her and lean into her.

"I know." the brunette tomboy grins and quickly squeezes your cheek before she let's go of you. "Shall we?"

It's kinda funny. Just a few moments ago you were rethinking your outfit choices for like the fiftiest time and then, there she is. A ruggish leather jacket, a simple white shirt with 'Airhead' printed on it, a pair of black jeans and her usual cap. And yet, it's perfect. How her cap fits her style? Perfect. How her rolled up sleeves show off her forearms? Perfect. But has she like given more than three seconds of thought into it? Probably not. Maybe she wouldn't have opted for 'Airhead' if she did.

The two of you share the costs for popcorn and drinks and make your way inside, you leading the way. After all, you've arranged this. Honestly, the way Zoey sounded via text, you'd almost be surprised if she even remembered what movie you're seeing. It's not even like she came across as disinterested or anything, it just seems to be her somewhat carefree attitude.

"Zoey??" you suddenly hear a female voice call out. When both of you turn to around, you see a girl leaving her group of friends and hopping over. She's really short, but her figure is... let's say the term 'shortstack' doesn't exist without a reason.

"Yo, Leah." the futanari greets the petite girl and the two exchange a hug. You can't help but notice the girl clinging onto her a bit longer than expected.

"Oh my god, we haven't seen since you..." she starts enthusiastically but then glances over at you. "Well, you knoow."

"Yeah, sorry, been busy." Zoey replies and scratches the back of her head.

"Ugh, I would LOVE to talk some more but the gals are already going in." the short girl groans, strangely expressive.

"Go, go, don't keep 'em waiting." the futa tells her.

"Yep. But hey, we should, uhm, hang out again sometime." the short girl suggests and despite her attempt, the subtext of her words is clear as day.

"Sure, uhm, we'll see." Zoey replies but seems a little unsure.

"Awesome. See ya!" smiles the blondie and darts off.

"Uhuh?" you ask the moment she's out of earshot.

"Yeah, that was Leah." the muscular futa explains. "Uhm, a friend of mine."

"You fucked, didn't you." you more state than ask her - a bluntness that apparently catches her off-guard.

"Well, yes." she confesses, a laugh escaping her.

"Hmm." you hum and cross your arms. You're not actually mad or jealous or anything - after all, you just barely got to know her. But there's no harm in messing with her a bit.

"Hey, just a few times!" she quickly tries to defend herself. "We were never dating or anything!"

"I didn't say anything." you shrug, doing your best to suppress a devious grin.

"Okay, we still bang sometimes but last time was like a month ago."

"Mhm."

"I mean, I guess I could've mentioned it but if I went and told you about every girl I- I dunno if that-"

Okay, that's just too much. You can only hold a laugh for so long. While said laugh bursts out of you, there's confusion written all over Zoey's face.

"Oh, you bitch." she then finally realizes and squints her eyes at you.

"Teheheee." you grin at her, feeling strangely accomplished.

"Leah, wait!" Zoey jokingly calls out and acts like she's about to follow her instead of you, but you stop her by grabbing her arm.

"Nope. Come on." you giggle and pull her along. She scoffs of course, but you know she's not serious. However, while you lead her to the screening room, a thought crosses your mind. Judging by some of Zoey's comments - and the experience she's shown quite clearly - you kinda already expected her to be somewhat of a player but... this is the second time you're meeting her and already, out of the blue you randomly stumble upon a girl she's slept with. Like, you're starting to wonder, just HOW experienced she is. You're body count is at three - two guys, one girl. Well, four now. Just how high must hers be? Well, no point in pondering that. However, you can't help but think back to that Leah girl. You're really not the most jealous type, especially at this early stage of you knowing her, but this woman... she had BOOBS. You can't compete with that! You better hope, Zoey is into height because that's like the only thing you have on that girl. Ugh, you're starting to overthink again. But seriously, those were some giant fucking-

"Ronya?"

"Knockers."

Oh god.

"What?" the futanari asks and her face shows a mixture of confusion and amusement.

"N-nothing. Movie. Let's go." you reply hastily and drag her into the screening room. Jesus fucking christ, was that embarrassing.

"Fucking 'knockers', Ronya? Really?" you hear Zoey laugh behind you.

"Mooovie."

Just walk. Just lead her to your seats. Watch the movie. Forget everything. FUCK.