Love's Boundaries (rated R)

Love's Boundaries-- a surprisingly serious romance movie with some very soft sexual content. Clearly, that boy had been influenced by the effects of your shirt. You let out a sigh and roll your eyes as you walk in, but have a smile on your face as you do. You probably wouldn't have seen this movie otherwise. Maybe you'll find you like it.

You get a seat near the back of the theater, looking around at the fairly empty space. Not a lot of people are coming for this 8:15 showing, it seems. This makes it all the stranger when someone comes in during the previews, taking the seat directly next to you. You shift slightly, a bit uncomfortable about the proximity of a total stranger. However, by the time the movie starts, you've completely relaxed, no longer bothered by the almost suspicious seating in the far from packed theater.

The movie isn't exactly cheesy, but at times seems almost like a typical soft-core porn movie. The plot reminds you a bit of a soap opera, but you are somehow able to believe all of it. You set your popcorn aside about half way through the movie as the first major sex scene is starting. Your comparison to porn seems surprisingly on-the-dot. The movie shows both actors from the top up, not bothering to try to hide her breasts in the slightest. You shift again, uncomfortable for a different reason. You feel a heat building not just in your cheeks, but down below as well. The sweet, romantic sex scene is getting you excited. They even start with some foreplay, the girl dropping out of frame and the guys face suggesting she's giving him a blow job. When she reappears, he starts to massage her breasts.

You don't even jump as a hand starts in on one of yours, coming from the same side as the stranger next to you. As engrossed in the movie as you are, you aren't sure if it's someone else's hand or your own groping you. You bite your lip as the hand continues, trying to hold in a quiet, whimpering moan. The movie is loud enough to hide any sound you make from anything beyond your immediate area in the theater, thankfully. As the movie continues, the two characters kissing deeply, the hand moves, slipping up under your top. Then it is joined by another hand on your other breast. This time, you know where your hands are, clamped between your clenching thighs. Your eyes widen. Whoever is sitting next to you has his hands under your shirt, groping your breasts. You swallow hard, trying to keep silent and focus on the movie.

It doesn't work for long, as you feel lips hit your neck, nibbling and sucking on your skin. You let out another whimper, trying hard not to react loudly. The hands on your breasts squeeze tightly, drawing a slight cry out of your lips. Your hands rush up to cover your mouth, your eyes darting about to see if anyone heard you. Before you can react, one of the hands shoots down between your now slightly parted legs, their light touch causing you to moan into your palms. The other jerks your shirt up towards your neck, fully revealing your tits. The lips kissing your neck move downwards, taking your nipple between them. You are almost constantly whimpering and moaning quietly into your muffling hands as he massages one breast, sucking on the other, and moves his other hand under your skirt, pressing his fingers against your clit and lips.

Despite yourself, you find yourself enjoying this.