Suffer/enjoy, telling yourself that you'll put a stop to it when you can be sure Jacob won't notice

As Jacob slowly lowers you toward the ground Rob's fingers form a dowel shape under your pussy, his fingers pressing into you as your body lower.

You desperately want to open your mouth to complain, but as your weight presses the fingers ever deeper you keep your lips clamped, afraid that it will be a moan instead of a rebuke that you utter.

"She's light as a feather, ain't she?" Rob says, and Jacob laughs, hoisting you up and down as if to agree. Unfortunately this makes Rob's fingers plunge in and out of your wet slit, one knuckle and then two until Jacob finally lets you drop, at which point you sink grudgingly upon Rob's fingers, your lips kissing his knuckles as only his hand keeps you off the floor.

"Should we get some snacks?" Rob asks, missing his friend's hunched state as he looks toward the popcorn and drinks.

"Popcorn and drinks. Just get a jumbo tub and we'll share it," Rob says, twiddling his finger inside you.

In spite of your best efforts a moan escapes you and Jacob turns toward you. Strangely, you find yourself fighting the urge to cum on the spot as Rob whips his fingers out of you and straightens.

"Did you say something?" Jacob asks, and you stare at him.

"Uh, sounds good," you say lamely, straightening abruptly as you feel Rob's finger press against your anus, curled like a fish hook.

"Diet Pepsi?"

"Ye-sss!" you hiss, fighting not to jump as the invader, lubricated by your own juices, easily pops past your rectum.

"How about butter?"

"I bet she likes it," Rob grins, twirling his finger inside your back passage. You grit your teeth, fighting not to hit him, squirm or - worse - cum on the spot as your boyfriend obliviously looks at you. "You like it, don't you?" he asks.

Feeling the heat suffuse your face - but not showing beneath your tan - you find yourself nodding, an eager smile pasted on your face as you try to make Jacob turn away. You can almost feel Rob's derisive smirk beside you as Jacob goes to order.

"Stop it!" you hiss at the repulsive jerk beside you, ignoring the breathy tone of your voice as you try to push his hand away. Unfortunately, like an octopus, his other hand reaches up to clamp onto your breast, squeezing it like an orange.

"He'll see!" you plead when it becomes apparent that he isn't going to stop.

"He might. He'd probably be real curious about why you didn't say something," he says with a smirk. "Speaking of seeing..."

Rob's hand drops from your breast, flipping up the tiny skirt to show your pantiless - and hairless - crotch.

"Nice. No fuzz."

The blush of embarrassment seems to have become permanent upon your face as he bends over, quickly shoving a thick finger up your slick depths, drawing a gasp of pleasure from you as your feebly try to push him away.

Abruptly his finger leaves and you open eyes you don't remember closing.

"Ready for the show? Here, hold these," Jacob says, thrusting a giant tub of popcorn and a cup of pop in your direction. You automatically grab the two, squirming as you realize Rob's finger still hasn't left your backside, and is tugging forcefully upward as he tries to maintain a more-or-less upright stance that won't make Jacob suspicious.

"Let's go see some bad guys get blown up and some bitches treated like the whores they are," Rob says excitedly, making you grimace and drawing an amused look from Jacob as he hands over the tickets.

"Last doors on the right," the bored ticket-taker says, and your threesome makes its way to the end of the hall. A gasp from the man as you pass makes you think he might have spotted Rob's hand continuing to take liberties.

Entering the dark confines of the theatre you dimly make out the dim forms of fellow-viewers. They seem to be all men, some sitting in pairs, the rest sitting with a few seats separating them as they wait for the film to begin. It feels as if they all turn at once to stare at you - the only female in the room.

"Front or back?" Jacob asks Rob.