"It was better when I had clothes on!" Jessica hissed, clearly miffed at Dylan for what he had just done.
"Somehow I doubt that," Dylan smirked as he pitched his tent against Jessica's bare thighs. Jess was annoyed at this situation, but also warming up (both figuratively and literally) to the situation. Maybe this wasn't so bad... and he was kind of cute...
"Why, how was yours?" Jessica continued the conversation with Dylan, who was lightly rubbing the side of her breasts with his left hand.
"Good, good," he shrugged, "can't complain."
"What's this movie about?" Jessica asked, looking at Dylan's face and tunnel-visioning everyone else out for the moment.
"World War... Two, I think?"
Jessica looked at the movie screen, finding its flashes and chaos fascinating. This was in spite of her brain screaming at her to get off Dylan's lap and look around for her clothes while it was still dark and before the movie ended. Also a problem was Dylan's cock, which throbbed so hard against Jessica that she could feel not only his pants but also his underwear on her naked thighs! This was making her brain fuzzier than it already was, and much to her disbelief and chagrin she was considering jumping down and fellating him anyway! That would destroy any credibility she had as a victim of his mania, and any sympathy she might get from her classmates, but then again...
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