You can't even get popcorn for $5 at the movies anymore, what can you get from Cindy?

You tap your phone, mine dings. I glance around the theater, but no one seems to have noticed. I waggle an eyebrow at you, grinning, and swiftly pull my shirt up and over my head, setting it with my purse.

"Holy shit, you're losing your shirt?" Your eyes go wide as you exercise an utter lack of subtlety.

"Dude, shut the fuck up, and obviously not." I glance nervously around the theater, still ignoring us. "Play with my tits." I grab your hand and put it on my breast, biting my lip gently as you press my nipple between your knuckles.

"Can I suck'em?" You whisper. My hips are already threatening to writhe against the seat...

"Mmm... Mmmhmmm..." I manage. The warm wetness of your mouth is suddenly on my breast, your tongue fluttering against my sensitive nipple. One hand continues to knead my breast, but the other finds its way down my side, slipping its fingers into the waist of my panties.

I let it be, my hips now rocking gently as your tongue continues its magic. The rogue hand presses on, pushing around underneath me, gripping roughly at my ass from its vantage point inside my panties.

"Mngh..." I sigh, and you take the cue, your hand slipping off my ass and working around to the front, gliding gently down the smooth skin inside my single piece of clothing. You reach the tip of my little lips, pushing gently down against my clit.

"Ughng..." I jerk slightly at the intense sensation, then push you away. You comply readily and I woozily scoop up my shirt, tugging it awkwardly back on. "You, um..." I realize I'm still catching my breath, "You'll have to wait for level 4 for that one, Josh..." I grin.