Strangely they don't seem to notice

"Nice save, Mike," one of the boys says, and to your amazement they go back to watching the movement.

For a long moment you sit frozen, feeling the hot warmth of the popcorn against your widespread thighs. Astonished that they don't seem to have noticed your nudity you look from one to another.

When the boy on your left reaches over you feel certain he's going to take advantage of the situation. You tense, ready to call him on it, but his hand simply dips toward the popcorn in your lap and snatches up a couple of kernels.

Oddly enough you start to feel puzzled more than alarmed. Their hands continue to grab bits of popcorn but not one of them seems to notice that you're no longer wearing clothes, and none of them take advantage of it.

Don't they like naked women? They must, judging by how closely they're watching the slut on the screen, you think, glaring up at the film.

"I'm hot," you say, expecting them to say something about your state of undress, or at least the popcorn against your bare pussy.

"Here, have a drink," one says, not taking his eyes off the screen. He leans over quickly, his hand briefly on your thigh, but then he pops up again with your soda cup, politely holding it to your lips for you to drink from.

Pursing your lips you move your mouth down the small straw, vigilant to their eyes, expecting them to fasten on the sight of your lips wrapped around a cylindrical object. When they don't so much as look annoyance draws a line down your brow.

A strange sense of determination fills you. Somehow you're going to make these boys notice that they have a nude girl between them.