To The Movies

Their food came quite quickly, thanks to the lack of other customers, and they ate, filling their bellies and talking about old times and joking with each other just like they always had. Victoria had to admit to herself that it felt nice to be back with Dustin, with someone she knew and trusted, feeling just as happy and loved as she had the first time around. When they had finished, Dustin got the cheque and paid, not wanting to hear a word of Victoria’s objections, even though he’d already paid for the movie tickets. He insisted, still trying to make up for having lied to her before. Victoria kept telling him to forget about it. After all, it had only been a little, white lie.

They left the restaurant and crossed the street, Victoria slipping her hand into his as he helped her limp over to the theatre. They decided against refreshments, too full of the dinner they’d just ate, and showed their tickets to the usher. He checked them and directed them towards the assigned screen. Inside, Victoria was surprised to find that their showing was still quite empty, only a few people dotted here and there. She had expected this film to be more popular but shrugged, figuring that perhaps it was just a bad time.

Dustin wanted to sit near the back but Victoria was insistent that they sit in the best spot in the theatre, a few rows down from the back, in the centre, so that her eyeline was perfectly aligned with the centre of the screen. If she was going to enjoy this film, she wanted the best seat in the house. Dustin laughed, but helped her find the seats she wanted, only joking that the best seat in the theatre was the one next to hers. She blushed and sat down, willing the lights to dim and hide her reddening face. While she waited, she turned off her phone. She hated when phones went off during films and didn’t want to be the hypocrite that left theirs on.

It wasn’t long until the film did start, the theatre shrouded in darkness except for the bright light of the screen, the camera panning into the scene, focusing on a sexy blonde cheerleader with large breasts. Her jock boyfriend walked into the shot, handsome and masculine, neither of them looking like the teenagers they were meant to be. The cheerleader was trying to get ready to go somewhere, a party, but the jock was coming up behind her, rubbing her shoulders and kissing her neck, asking her to stay a little longer.

Victoria knew these kinds of movies used T & A to get audiences in the door. It never usually bothered her, so long as the mystery was at least compelling. But there was something about the way that these character’s kissed, with full tongue, the smacking of their lips echoing throughout the theatre, that made Victoria uncomfortable. It was getting much more risqué than these types of films usually went for. Her breath caught in her throat as the camera followed the cheerleader’s hand, reaching down the jock’s leg, running along the length of the bulging cock in his shorts.

“Dustin,” Victoria whispered, leaning over towards him. “Are you sure this is the right movie?”

“Yeah, it says on the ticket,” he replied, quietly, pulling the piece of paper from his pocket and uncrumpling it before her eyes. She read along with his voice, “Secrets of the Locker Room.”

Except the title didn’t stop there, and Victoria’s eyes followed the rest of the title where it clearly specified, in brackets, ‘UNCUT EDITION’. She frowned, her eyes moving from the paper back to the screen where the jock was disrobing the cheerleader until she was in her bra and panties.

“Why did you pick the uncut version?” Victoria whimpered breathily, tearing her eyes away from the screen.

“I thought maybe it had extra scenes or more blood or something,” Dustin explained desperately. “I didn’t expect it to be…”

His words trailed off as on the screen the cheerleader dropped to her knees, pulling the man’s shorts down as she slid down to the floor, his hard, throbbing cock popping out into the cheerleader’s face. They both watched as the cheerleader took the piece of meat in her hands and began jerking it, licking and kissing the tip as she did so. Victoria felt her breathing become shallow and ragged as she watched the erotic scene unfold. She’d only wanted to watch a teen mystery, and instead here she was watching porn disguised as an erotic thriller.

“Shit, this is really explicit,” Dustin whispered, his eyes wide as he watched the girl on screen take the hard cock in her mouth, lips stretched around the tip. “I thought it might just be softcore when they started taking their clothes off but, oh, shit, this is like actual porn.”

Victoria thought about asking him how he knew what actual porn looked like but decided that she didn’t want to know. She glanced around the theatre at the dozen or so people spaced around, mostly single individuals but there were a small number of other couples as well. Some of them were already fidgeting in their seats, clearly touching themselves or their partners. But, they would all see her if she got up to leave. And the thought of being seen in this place embarrassed her almost as much actually being there.

“What are we gonna do?” Victoria hissed.

“Maybe…maybe we just wait?” Dustin suggested, snaking his hand under the arm rest and taking her hand in his, the sudden contact making her startle and inhale sharply. “Maybe it’s just the opening scene…”

“Oh, ooh, okay,” she whimpered again, clutching at Dustin’s hand like it was the only thing keeping her afloat as she watched the man pull the woman on to his lap, his cock sliding inside her. Victoria wanted to close her eyes, or look away, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the hypnotic rhythm of the cock pumping in and out of this woman’s wet cunt, the slaps of her ass against his thighs booming throughout the room louder than any explosion in any film she’d ever seen.

But it wasn’t just the opening scene. It was every scene. Every time one of these girls found a clue, it led to sex. Every time a suspect was confronted, it led to sex. Even ****, the **** of one of the four main girls, led to sex. The constant barrage of sex and nudity, of chiselled men with rock hard thick cocks, slamming into flawless bodied women with wet, gaping cunts, had Victoria’s own desire stirring within her. Her intimate hole tingled, dampening her panties, the need to be filled like the women on the screen rumbling inside her, threatening to tear her apart. It was all she could do not to reach into her yoga pants and touch herself.

She rolled her head to one side and called on the man sitting beside her. “Dustin,” she spoke out in a weak, broken breath.

“Yeah?” He turned his own face towards her and breathed the word to her, his own voice raspy and strained, and she knew he was feeling the pressure just as she was. He was so close she could feel his breathing on her lips, sending a shiver running through her body like an electric shock, straight to her damp, needy hole. Her hand gripped his tighter.

“I…I don’t know…know if I can…mmhmm…take much…much…,” Victoria moaned, seeing him inch closer to her face in the vibrant reflection of the light of fucking from the screen. “...ah…more…”

And then his lips were on hers. Their mouths mashed together with frantic design, devouring the other, Victoria sucking on his tongue as it flicked against her teeth, her own tongue in his mouth tasting and massaging him, hungry and aroused, Dustin kissing her like he hadn’t kissed her in months, because he really hadn’t kissed her in mouths, and in that moment all she wanted was to be naked with him, but there were too many people about and, fuck, why did there have to be so many people around her when she was this hot and horny.

“Mmhmm, muah, mah, mmmhm,” she moaned into his mouth, feeling the wildfire in her body being stoked into a great flame. Fuck, she hadn’t felt this hot and **** since she accidently saw Chloe and Kurt fucking in the bathroom back at the cabin. She could still picture the redhead, thighs in Kurt’s strong, wide hands, his muscular body and toned arms bouncing her up and down his large cock. She wondered if Dustin could do that, hold her completely in his arms and bounce her like a beach ball upon his dick. Just thinking about it just sent another electric shiver straight to Victoria’s cunt.

She gasped into his mouth as he reached over with his free hand and pawed at her breast through her blouse and bra. With so many layers it was difficult to feel too much from the outside, but just the sensation of his warm palm upon her breast, knowing that there were people all around them that might see what they were doing had Victoria tingling and flush all over. Moaning again into his mouth, she felt his hand squeeze her tit, his fingers pressing into her flesh through her clothing, before moving his palm down over her stomach. Anticipating his destination, she raised her lips, allowing the elastic waistband of her yoga pants some give as he slipped his hand beneath them, directly against her skin.

The scent of heat and want rising out of her yoga pants from her sodden box assaulted her nostrils, intensifying her need to get fucked. To allow herself to unravel in the arms of a man, to feel herself unfold upon his cock. Dustin’s hand dipped lower, feeling it rough against her prickly regrowth of pubic hair, and lower still, until she felt his fingers glide over her wetness. She felt them tease her clit, pulling back the hood and rubbing at the nub beneath. Victoria gasped into his mouth, and then into the air, as he pulled his lips from hers, kissing instead upon her jaw, kissing a trail down to her neck where he sucked upon her skin, while his fingers danced upon her clit.

“Fu-fuck, Du-Dustin…you’re…your fingers…you’re touching…maaaah,” she moaned, desperately trying to remain quiet, and failing as Dustin’s hand slid lower still, two fingers finding her soaking wet hole and slipping in with ease, the heel of his palm still grinding against her exposed clit. “AH, fuck, fuck, yes, Du-Dustin, stick, AH, stick your fuh-fingers…in…AH...inside…meeeeeeee.”

Looking forward, Victoria’s eyes fell upon the forgotten film. On the screen a woman, supposedly a cheerleader, was being railed by the criminal from behind, and Victoria wished that could be her. There were words and sounds, but Victoria couldn’t make them out above her own short, growling breaths, Dustin’s lips smacking against her neck, and the wet squish being broadcast from her yoga pants as Dustin finger fucked her. And as the scene on screen crescendoed towards its end, Victoria felt the pleasure in her own body intensify and knew that she couldn’t hold it any longer.

She doubled over in her seat, the orgasm taking over as she half screamed, half gasped, watching as the man on screen shot his load deep inside the girl. She took solace in the fact that she wasn’t the only one audibly moaning at the climax of the film, several of the other patrons had also clearly timed their orgasms with the film’s big finale. Victoria pitied the person who had to clean all these wet seats, including her own as Dustin continued to pump her with his fingers, her enraptured cunt flooding his hand and her bottoms with her juices.

As the credits rolled, and Victoria came down from her high, Dustin withdrew his fingers from her hole. She watched as he brought them to his mouth, licking her cum from his hand. Others got up to leave, but Victoria couldn’t. Not yet. She felt completely sapped of energy, and yet, hungry still for more.

“You taste sweet, like candy,” Dustin said between lapping at his hand.

“Ha, ah, thanks.” Victoria giggled breathlessly, then looking down at the wet patch on her yoga pants. “We need to get out of here. I look like I wet myself.”

“V, I gotta admit, watching that with you, and doing that with you…I’m really hard right now,” Dustin whispered enticingly as he finished cleaning his hand and reached down to adjust his jeans. “If you wanna keep this going, we could go back to my dad’s apartment. I understand if it’s too fast, or too soon…”

“Your dad has an apartment in town?” Victoria asked, biting her lip as she imagined what she and Dustin might get up to, alone in an apartment after getting so riled up.

“Yeah, he sold off everything besides that one apartment,” Dustin explained. “And I have a key.”

Victoria looked at Dustin with dazzling, green eyes, twinkling with her desire. Her body was fuelled by pure lust at the moment, every fibre of her being telling her to take Dustin up on his offer and scream ‘fuck yes’. Shit, if she listened to her body, they might not even make it out of the theatre. But Victoria breathed in and out to control herself, willing herself to at least make it to Dustin’s apartment. But there was still the quiet voice of the good girl inside her, telling her to wait, that it was too soon, they had a whole week to get reacquainted.