Rob takes advantage of Jacob's distraction

With Jacob's eyes on the small screen Rob takes the opportunity to make a lightning-fast grab for your breast, one large callused hand crushing your small firm breast between his fingers, making you bite back a yelp and jump, giving Rob's hand on your thigh the opportunity to slide under the popcorn container to your upper thigh.

"You say something?" Jacob asks, not looking

"N-no," you lie, lifting the popcorn so you can thump it down on Rob's hand. He just smirks as popcorn falls between your legs like hot slippery snowflakes.

"Oops, you spilled a few," he says, and releases your breast from his bruising grip. A thankful breath leaves you before you feel that hand snake beneath the bucket and between your legs.

"Man, the critics really hated this movie," Jacob comments, lifting his hand from your leg, snagging a few pieces of popcorn as he stares at his phone.

"Yeah, the critics were really gay. I mean, who doesn't like easy girls flashing tits and ass, right?" Rob chuckles, worming his hand deeper between your legs in spite of you clamping your legs closed.

"Not all girls are whores who'll spread their legs for any stranger," you protest, reaching down to grab Rob's wrist, desperately trying to stop him from invading farther.

"Sluts," Rob says.

"Huh?"

"You mean sluts. Whores are smart enough to get paid to fuck some random dude. Sluts will fuck anyone because they love men sticking things between their legs," he says with a wink,and you feel the fingers of his hand press against the lips of your oddly wet sex.

"I don't know. I mean, some girls are sluts in bed but won't just fuck anyone."

"And others will fuck anything with a dick. I mean, what would you say about a girl who lets a stranger stick his fingers in her cunt ten minutes after meeting him?" Rob asks, and the blood drains from your face. Is he nuts? He's practically telling Jacob what he's doing!

"A complete skank," Jacob laughs to your utter mortification. "The kind you toss up against a wall and fuck. Just the kind of easy lay Rock Banger would fuck senseless. Oh hey, the movie's about to start," Jacob says, turning toward you.

Abruptly Rob's fingers stop stroking up and down your slit and his hand disappears from between your thighs.

"What are you doing? Are you...?" Jacob stares at you, and it takes a moment for you to realize that the hand that had once been trying to protect your pussy from Rob is still down between your legs, almost like you were masturbating to their dirty talk.

"Damn, were you masturbating...?" Rob asks, all innocence.

"No! I..." you yank your hand free, knocking the tub on your lap into the air, sending popcorn spraying to the floor.

"Dammit, Jenny!"

"I'll get it," you stand, leaning forward.

"Don't pick it up, it's on the floor!"

"Oh. Right," you mumble, face flaming.

"Sit down, people are starting to look."

"Right," you repeat, plopping yourself onto the seat. And straight down onto someone's hand.