Movie Night

Justin and I decided to grab some friends and head to the movies. Okay, maybe that was just what I told the girls from work so that they would show up. I couldn't believe that hot little Shawnna and curvy Lauren had both consented to see the latest summer blockbuster with us and possibly join us later at our apartment. Things were going well.

Lauren flopped into the seat next to me with a big bucket of popcorn. I couldn't help but notice the extra bounce of her loose t-shirt that suggested she probably hadn't worried about supporting her perky C's for this event with an undergarment. I wondered if she was equally liberal under her tight denim skirt.

Shawnna, generally shy at work, had not stopped talking since we picked her up. Unfortunately, it was to the plastic and wire glued to her face when she was away from the cash register. The cell phone was barely dismissed as the lights dimmed for the movie, and it was only then that Shawnna took the seat at the end of the row, next to Justin.

The images jumped to life on the big screen, but didn't hold my attention very long. It wasn't really my kind of movie, though everyone else seemed too engrossed to notice anything around them.

I got a little wet, thinking that way, what I could do to the persons sitting next to me, and whether or not Shawnna, who hadn't paid much attention all along, would mind.

I could probably sneak out to the restroom and take care of my needs by myself, but what fun would that be? I had the hot, bouncy red head on my left, my consistent boy-toy to my right, and a possible eye-witness to make it exciting.