Dinner and a Movie!

You pull the camera out of the box, and get it ready to make sure it is working properly. It does. They are back inside the mall, so the background noise is loud. Finally, you hear the host at Chilies, “Just the two of you!”

“We’ll sit at the bar,” Bill answers. As they walk through the restaurant, it’s hard to hear them. You make a b-line for Chilies. However, now you are in a bind, the host asks you if you want to sit. You have to agree, as you can’t go to the bar. From the back of the room, you observe them. You can hear them somewhat, but not enough to keep the receiver loud.

Morgan is sitting at the end of the bar. Bill is right next to her. They are chatting back and forth, she now laughs at almost everything he is saying. The bartender puts a Margarita in front of Morgan, and Bill has what looks like either a Jack and Coke or a Rum and Coke. He puts two fingers up and the bartender smiles. You see him pull down the Patron bottle. Morgan puts her hand on Bill’s knee and shakes her head. Straight Tequila kills Morgan. She can only drink Margaritas. She can’t even smell it. Surprisingly, she shoots it the minute it is laid down. Bill nods approvingly. The bartender sets down a menu in front of them. Morgan looks it over and points to something you can’t see.

You watch them talk and drink. Morgan is constantly touching Bill’s hand in his lap when she leans to tell him something. Each time is like a dagger in your heart. It’s the small things that kill you. He puts his on hand on her knee, and she doesn’t swipe it away. What is happening?

Moments later the bartender returns with a plate of nachos. Morgan and Bill pick and eat at the large mound of nachos as they talk. She is on her third Margarita already and it’s only been half an hour. She looks at her phone and points to it. Bill gets the signal and calls the bartender for the tab. He pays it even as Morgan is fishing for her credit card. She puts her hand on his wrist to try and stop him. You guess the hundreds of dollars worth of clothes were enough. They get up and walk out. You hurry your own waiter to settle your tab. It takes some time. The receiver in your ear picks up their conversation again. They must be at the theatre. You pay the bill, only two drinks, not realizing the entire waitstaff watched you ogle some couple at the bar.
You rush to the theatre across the mall. You listen intently to the conversation.

“I don’t need popcorn,” Morgan speaks. “I already ate a pretzel, and some nachos!”

Your asshole friend jokes, “And a lollipop!” This causes them both to laugh.

“Yeah, don’t forget that,” she mutters with a giggle.

Bill insists they buy some popcorn and some sodas. Morgan refuses to allow him to buy a soda. “We can share one!” He seems more than happy to oblige.

You arrive several minutes late. Intent on listening to Morgan and Bill. You hear her tell Bill she needs to go the bathroom first. This allows you to buy a ticket. The guy at the counter looks at you weird, but you don’t even notice. You rush to the theatre. You’re heart races as you catch Bill and Morgan holding hands as they enter the theatre. You wait a few minutes and then walk in on the other side. Luckily, the theatre is dark. There aren’t a lot of people, but enough for you to move quickly up the aisle to the back of the theatre. You see the back of Morgan’s head as you scan for them. They are sitting in one of the middle rows, in the middle of the aisle.

You position yourself in the back right of the theatre. The receiver picks up everything, even their whispers.

“So, this is out second date.” Bill whispered in her ear, “You know what happens on the third right?”

The woman you loved, of thought you did, finally put up some resistance. “This isn’t a date. We’re not dating. Just friends. And I’m not that type of girl!”

You turn on the camera and switch to night vision. Everything in the room comes up in a clear but greenish light. You zoom the lens on Morgan and Bill. They are talking softly to each other. You wondered if and when, you would ever come up.

Bill brazenly goads Morgan, “You do look better with something in your mouth!”

She doesn’t miss a beat, “I’m not blowing you! Cut it out!”

Though she said she wouldn’t do it, the mere words spoken to Bill cut through you. He adds, “That’s not what I meant!”

Morgan turns to him, her eyes shine in the greenish light of the camera. “What do you mean?”

You move forward in your seat as you see Bill move into her face. He pushes his mouth onto hers. If you wondered about her participation in the kissing before, you certainly didn’t now. Her tongue is clear as day as it dances with his. She stops for a moment and looks at him. “So you meant you’re tongue!” She nods understanding. They waste no time going back to swapping spit literally. The previews haven’t even started and they are making out. You will it to stop, but it doesn’t. Their heads twist and turn, each trying to get a better angle.

You can only see their heads, but something more is happening. You see Morgan moving to adjust her position. You can’t see or hear what is happening below their heads. Morgan answers you’re questions as she pulls back from the kiss. She whispers, “It’s a wire bra dumbass, be gentle, it kinda hurts when you have your hand up there! And don’t pinch them!”

He chuckles, “Sorry, I love your tits!”

She moves back in her seat, “Oh yeah, I thought you only liked huge tits!”

He shakes his head, “I love everything about you!”

Your girlfriend’s mouth goes into a smile. “Good answer when you’re trying to steal second base! Last time you just rounded to third!” They both laughed loudly to the point where people looked over. You can’t believe that she is not only allowing this to happen, but joking about it now.

You want to do something but you can’t. What would you say? They return to making out like it was high-school all over. In the background, the previews come on. You don’t even seem to notice. Bill chimes in, “Am I clear for third.”
All she does is moan, “Mmmmmmmmm!” She grabs his head and kisses him with even more passion. You know what is happening. Within ten minutes of getting into the theatre his hand is up her jean skirt. She cuts off the kiss to lean her head back, “Why are you so good at this!” She coos. Her head presses back into the seat. You look over to see others watching the pair. It’s pretty noticeable. She is drunk you tell yourself. Yeah, drunk. Bill kisses her neck, in the hickey area. You see her hand go up to rub his hair. She speaks so softly now, “I’m gonna cum already! Oh shit! Oh my God! Don’t stop!”. Just like that, Bill made her cum in the movie theatre. It must be some kind of record. The previews hadn’t even finished.

Your formerly pristine and proper girlfriend lets out a deep contented sigh. “I could fall asleep right here!” Her head rest on Bill’s shoulder.

But he wasn’t quite done. “You gonna leave me hanging?”

You watch through the camera as Morgan’s head pulls back. Her hands are to her mouth. “Put it back in your pants,” she says softly, but the smile on her face is clear in the nightvision. She rests back on his shoulder. “You’re SUCH and ASS!”

The movie starts and the two seem to be watching it. You notice after the first few minutes that while everyone else is laughing, they are still looking straight forward. You wish you could see below the seat level. About ten minutes of the movie passes, and Morgan leans in to Bill’s ear. “Are you gonna cum already!”

SHE WAS GIVING HIM A HANDJOB IN THE THEATRE! “Give it a minute!” He tells her. To the world, it looked like they were just watching the movie. After another five minutes, Bill’s head fell back. “I’m gonna cum babe!” He called her “babe” for the third time.

The third time was again the charm. It was becoming a thing with these two, as Morgan laughed, “Sorry babe, but it’s payback time!”

“FUCK!” Bill bellowed out. Through the night vision you were sure you could see jets of sperm shoot up over the seat level and into the lower levels. Luckily, no one was sitting in front of them.

They looked at each other with wide eyes and mouths open in embarrassed shock. Both leaned over the seat to make sue. Morgan rested her head on his shoulder. “Serves you right!”

They just watched the movie for the next twenty minutes. You kept the video on them. However, that’s not what the staff thought. A security guard with one of those orange cone-flashlights came up from the side. He stood a foot away from you, and you remained oblivious. “SIR WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO LEAVE, YOU CAN’T BOOTLEG MOVIES!” He grabbed your shoulder and pulled you down the aisle. Since he was much bigger it didn’t take much. You bowed your head as you passed Morgan and Bill who were about twenty-five yards away. The whole theatre watched you. You were sure they did as well, however, you still heard their conversation. She just laughed, “Was that a bootlegger? Is this nineteen ninety-eight!”

When you got back to lobby, the guards escorted you to the office and confiscated the camera. They made you take off the hearing device and looked it over. They hooked up the camera to the computer and watched everything you watched. One of the guys laughed. “He’s just some perv watching this dude fingerblast his girlfriend.” You insist that she’s not his girlfriend, but no one listens. They walk you out back, and hand you the camera and the receiver for the bug. “Beat it loser!”

The whole ordeal lasted about the rest of the movie. You turned on the receiver to hear background noise loudly. They were walking through the mall. Finally, you could clearly hear them as they left the building.

“I’m just saying,” Morgan spoke, “Could you not keep sucking on the same spot at least. It’s not going away!” She must be referring to the Hickey.

You heard Bill matter of factly tell her, “I don’t want it to. It’s like my own personal tattoo on you. Besides, I didn’t do it that much!”

She stopped, “You did it most of the movie. Just not the beginning.” They both laughed.

You got in your car, and waited at the off-ramp to see them pass by. You knew their route of travel, so it was easy. You hoped to god she’d drive him home. Finally, for the first time in weeks, she did as you believed. They talked about music again and fought over what to play the entire way, and nothing more. She drove him right home, and rejected the invite to come in. Though she rejected him by saying, “You’re parents are home. That’s gross!”

You followed several car lengths behind, and the shock of the night, which was interesting even to you, was when he got out of the car. He came around to the driver side and leaned towards her. “I’ll talk to you later babe!” He said and kissed her on lips.

She smiled and waved as she nodded, “Talk to you later.”

That night you went home and watched Morgan. She had a new wide smile on her face as she prepared for bed. When she looked in the mirror to check her neck you saw the now darkening spot. Would it ever go away? Was he right? Did it mean she was his?”

The next night, she came to your house, and you avoided her advances. How could you not, she had jerked off your friend and let him “fingerblast” her as they said. Before, she seemed agitated by your lack of interest. Now, the smile remained on her face. She sat on the couch not talking and thumbed through a magazine. Every now and then she checked her phone, and smiled when she saw a text.

You wondered if she was still your’s? Did you still have a chance?