Not long. The boys skillfully prepare you and use a diversion to fully disrobe you

In spite of the boy's antics with the popcorn you're feeling safe with them, and maybe just a little naughty. You're so engrossed in the film you don't notice the last knot behind you being undone, or the strings of the little mini being slowly unlaced. They're hands seem familiar to your body, and the brushing of fingers at the nape of your neck or side of your hips is nothing to worry about.

"Hey Jenny," one of them says, interrupting your reverie about being the girl on the screen and being fondled by numerous hands.

You blink, focusing reluctantly on the boy to the right of you. "Yeah?"

"You haven't touched your drink, aren't you thirsty?"

You heave yourself forward to look for the pop you'd put on the floor as if to verify his words. The movement has several unintended side-effects. A pair of hands rests helpfully on your shoulders to stabilize your forward rocking movement, but unbeknownst to you moving forward undid the last knot and it's only their hands holding your top on.

The movement also helps the hands working at your skirt by scooching your butt forward on the seat, letting them pull out from under you the small amount that you'd still been sitting on. Finally, the forward-rocking motion inadvertently lifts and spreads your legs, and the boys use their legs and hands to ever-so-casually make sure they stay in that far apart.

"I forgot about that. Uh..." you look at your arms, a little unwilling to part from the strange comfort of having both hands held by these boys.

"No worries Jenny, have mine. I got a Coke for some dumb-ass reason. I hate the stuff."

"Oh, thanks!" you chirp, smiling at the proffered drink. It's not an extra-large like yours, but it's cold and thirst-quenching. He holds it to your lips as you suck and like the naughty girl you are you can't help but bob your head up and down a little, as if your lips were wrapped around a cock and not a straw.

The boys stare as if mesmerized, making you smirk a little. The sudden sound of air entering the straw surprises you, but the Coke is quickly replaced by another.

"Here, you can have mine," another boy says, and as quickly as the previous one is pulled away the new one is inserted past your lips.

"Mmm!" is what is sounds like when you try to protest, to insist that you've quenched your thirst and you're alright. The boys just smile and nod, clearly not understanding, and rather than hurt their feelings by refusing you let out a little sigh and decide you might as well keep teasing them.

Unfortunately, you can't quite get away from the drink. You try to tilt your head back to get away from it, but the drink follows as you face tilts upward.

It's then that the top pops off and the chilly soda and ice cubes drench your front.

"Damn!"

"I got it!"

"Sorry, Jenny!"

Before you're quite aware of what's just happened the boys whisk off your now-soiled top and unzip the side of your skirt, tossing them to one of their own, who clutches them as he rushes off.

"My clothes!" you exclaim, a little too loudly.

"Don't worry, he's just going to go scrub them in the toilets," they assure you.