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“Are you here with your friends?” he asks.
“Ya, with Jenni and Michelle and Becky,” I say, blushing and fidgeting awkwardly from foot to foot, “The movie’s already started. They’re inside. ”
“Kelly mentioned you guys were going to a movie,” he grins, “I think she was trying to talk her Mom into letting her go. ”
“Ya, she said she was going to try,” I confess. I’m always kind of nervous around Kelly’s Dad. He’s tall and handsome and has a way of looking at me that makes me feel like my blouse is too tight or my skirt is too short. It’s usually not so bad, but now I can barely make eye contact and the line for popcorn is at a standstill.
“Her Mom’s a little more strict than yours,” he smiles, and I can actually feel my face redden. “Relax,” he says with a wink, “I’m not as mean as Kelly’s Mom. I remember what it was like to be thirteen. ” He places his hand on the small of my back and guides me forward as the lines moves. I’m too mortified to reply.
About three weeks ago, Kelly and I got in trouble. It was the last week of eighth grade and we were supposed to be at some stupid assembly in the gym. Instead we snuck into the chemistry lab with Brian and Alex, two boys in our class.
“Truth or dare?” Kelly challenged Brian, after her second drink from the bottle.
“What?” he said, looking perplexed and making a grab for the Schnapps.
“Truth or dare?” Kelly repeated, giving up the bottle reluctantly.
“It’s a game,” I told him, “If you pick truth, we get to ask you a question and you have to answer honestly. If you pick dare, you have to do what ever we dare you to do. ”
“So that means whatever we say, you have to do, too?” Alex asked excitedly.
“Ya, but it can’t be anything gross,” Kelly added quickly.
“Cool, go for it, Dude,” he said, smacking his friend’s arm, “Let’s play. ”
“Okay,” Brian laughed, “I’m going with truth first. ”
“Is it true you fingered Wendy Slater in the computer lab?” Kelly burst out as if her lips couldn’t hold back the words another second.
“Oh my God!” Brian and Alex sang in unison. They laughed so hard I thought Alex was going to wet his pants. “Who told you that?” Brian snorted.
“Wendy told Lisa Jaden, and Lisa told Becky Santello, and Becky told me,” Kelly rattled off.
“Oh my God,” Brian repeated, taking a swig from the Gatorade bottle.
“Did you?” I pressed him.
“Ya, he did,” Alex howled, punching Brian in the arm.
“Shut up,” Brian laughed, punching him back.
“You picked truth,” Kelly reminded him, “You have to tell. ”
“Alright,” he said, sitting up, “Ya, we were in computer lab in the back row and her computer was all messed up, so Mr. Ward told her to share with me. ”
“And…” I urged him.
“And she was wearing this short skirt so I just kind of put my hand on her knee and I thought she would, like, hit me or something but she didn’t so I just kind of moved it up her leg. ”
“Oh my God,” Kelly roared, her hands over her mouth.
“So she, like, spread her legs,” he continued, “But she was wearing underwear, so, like, all I could do was kind of rub her. ”
“Oh my God!” I cried, rolling on the floor with Kelly.
“Then she took her underwear off,” Brian smiled.
“No way!” Kelly and I exploded in one voice.
“She totally took her underwear off,” Alex bellowed, supporting his friend’s story.
“Ya, she just, like, slid them off under the desk and then grabbed my hand and put it under her skirt,” Brian said with a wistful expression on his face.
“Oh my God,” I cried, “How long did you finger her?”
“For, like, half the class,” he said, impressed with himself.
“His hand totally reeked of pussy at lunch,” Alex howled, doubled over with laughter.
“She smelled good though,” Brian added quickly, defending Wendy’s honor.
“Oh my God,” Kelly and I sang in awe. Brian bathed in our adoration and took another drink of Schnapps.
“Your turn,” I said to Alex, “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he said, finally recovering himself. I looked at Kelly and she looked at me. “It can’t be anything gross,” Alex quickly reminded us. I leaned in and whispered my idea to Kelly.
“Oh my God, yes!” she gasped, her eyes popping wide.
“No, wait!” Alex sputtered, “Truth!”
“No, you can’t change,” Kelly told him.
“Come on, Dude,” Brian said, punching him in the arm, “Don’t be a wuss. ”
“Alright,” Alex relented, “But it better not be gross.
“It’s not,” I assured him, “I dare you to pee out the window. ”
“Oh my God!” Brian laughed.
“Seriously?” Alex cried.
“Seriously,” I said.
“Do it!” Brian laughed, shoving him toward the window.
“Fuck it,” Alex said, climbing to his feet and undoing his belt buckle, “I had to take a wicked piss anyway. ”
“Oh my God!” Kelly cried, scrambling to her feet.
“Let me see,” I called, jumping up and shoving my way passed Kelly for position. Alex climbed up on a chair and we gathered around him. The window was one of those long narrow ones that tilted inward, so from the chair he could aim right through the opening.
“Dude, it’s going to land right on Mr. Merrick’s windshield,” Brian said, looking down at Alex’s target. We were on the third floor and the teachers’ parking lot was below us.
“Stand back, Dude,” Alex warned Brian, and he pulled out his dick.
“Oh my God!” Kelly and I cried.
“Holy shit, man!” Brian howled.
“Hell ya,” Alex grinned, and a long stream of yellow piss flowed from the tip of his dick, out the window, and splashed down on Mr. Merrick’s windshield just like Brian said it would. Brian pushed his face up against the window, cheering his friend’s accuracy. Kelly and I were much more fascinated by Alex’s dick than by his shooting skills.
“Oh my God,” we giggled, clinging to each other.
“Damn,” Alex sighed, shaking the last drips from his dick onto the window.
“Shut it quick before someone sees,” Brian said, and pushed the window closed while Alex zipped up.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Kelly laughed as we dropped back down behind the tables at the back of the class.
“You dared me,” Alex said.
“It’s your turn,” Brian said to Kelly, sitting down across from us, “Truth or dare?”
“Um, truth,” She answered nervously.
“Is it true you two made out at Jenni Mitchell’s birthday party?” Brian asked, catching us both by surprise.
“Who told you that?” I demanded. We did make out, but we were playing the same game and someone dared us. The sacred oath of Truth-or-Dare was that you were never supposed to reveal anyone’s secrets or dares outside the group of people who played.
“It doesn’t matter who told me,” Brian said with a teasing grin.
“It does too,” Kelly said, and she explained the rules to him and wanted to know who had betrayed us.
“So you did,” Alex cut in, deflecting our question.
“It was part of the dare,” Kelly snorted.
“Hot!” Brian said, and the two of them slapped hands.
“It’s your turn,” Alex said, grinning at me. I chose dare even though I knew what was coming, or maybe because I knew what was coming. “Make out with Kelly,” the two of them said, almost in perfect sync.
“That’s not fair,” Kelly whined, blushing and acting innocent, as if she were being forced to do something she didn’t want to. I knew she was putting an act on for the boys though. Kelly and I actually made out a lot. It started out as just kissing, we called it practice for when we started dating boys, but the last time I spent the night at Kelly’s house, we fingered each other’s pussies until we both came, and then we sucked each other’s fingers clean.
“I can’t believe someone told you that,” I complained, trying to hide how eager I was to kiss Kelly in front of them.
“Ya, you guy’s can’t tell anyone,” Kelly demanded, “You have to swear.
“We swear,” both boys answered eagerly, sitting up straighter.
“Oh my God,” Kelly giggled, leaning in close to me.
“Ready?” I asked, blushing shyly. The boys’ eyes were nearly popping out of their heads.
“Uh-huh,” Kelly grinned, and we pushed our mouths together.
“Holy fuck,” Brian gasped.
“Dude,” Alex moaned in awe.
The second our lips touched, the act melted away and we kissed the way we loved to kiss – deep, languid kisses with wet lips and tongues as soft as silk. We ignored the boys’ taunts, or maybe their breathless words spurred us on, but it was a full minute before we pulled apart. Our fingers had slipped together on the floor between us and I struggled to show some restraint. I desperately wanting to touch Kelly’s breasts.
“Fucken A,” Brian nodded in approval. Kelly’s blonde hair was tangled with my dark hair and we giggled softly, each fixing the other’s bangs.
“Goddamn!” Alex sighed.
“Your turn,” I said turning to Brian, “Truth or dare?”
“Are we still playing?” he asked.
“Yes, we’re still playing,” Kelly exploded, “It’s your turn. ”
“Okay,” Brian laughed, “Dare. ”
“Show us your dick,” I said before Kelly even had a chance to look at me.
“Oh my God!” she cried, hands to her mouth.
“No way,” Brian snorted, suddenly looking shy.
“Are you chickening out?” I challenged, staring him down with steely eyes.
“Fuck man, do it,” Alex said, elbowing Brian in the ribs, “Come on, I’ll do it with you. ” And the two of them exchanged a look that communicated more than they could say in front of us.
“Alright,” Brian said with a quick change of heart, “We’ll do our turns together. ”
“You can’t do that!” Kelly squealed as the two of them climbed to their feet.
“Yes, they can!” I said, elbowing her in the ribs and giving her the same look that Alex gave Brian.
“Oh my God,” Kelly giggled, catching on.
“Go for it, Dude,” Alex said to Brian. The two of them stood in front of us with their hands on the flies of their jeans. Alex’s belt was still undone from pissing out the window.
“Oh my God!” Kelly cried, clutching my arm. We had both seen lots of dicks online, but neither of us had ever seen a real one before, except for our Dads’. Kelly looked between her fingers but I wasn’t shy about my interest. I sat up on my knees and took a good long look.
They were both hard, which I blamed on our make out session. Their dicks stood straight up in the air and their balls hung between their legs. Both had little patches of dark hair around the base of their dicks, and long thick veins that rose from their fleshy sacks and reached up to the purple caps on top. Alex’s dick was bigger, both in length and thickness, but neither was as big as the dicks we’d seen on the internet or in the old porn magazines we found hidden in Kelly’s Dad’s closet.
“It’s your turn,” Alex said, interrupting my study of his junk.
“Dare,” I spit out before he could even ask the question.
“Suck our cocks,” Alex said, answering just as quickly.
“No way,” Kelly cried, shaking her head, but I knew this was one of those moments where you just had to be brave.
“I’ll do it,” I said, and I felt something like electricity tear through my body at the thought of sucking both of them.
“Oh my God!” Kelly cried, and she pulled me hard to her.
“You don’t have to do it,” I told her, and then turned back to the boys, “You have to swear you’ll never tell anyone. ”
“We swear!” they both nodded eagerly.
“Okay, we’ll both do our turn together then, too,” Kelly suddenly agreed.
“Are you sure?” I asked, feeling both relieved and a little disappointed.
“Uh-huh,” she nodded nervously, and then we turned to the boys.
“Shit, man,” Brian said. He was standing in front of me and he stepped forward while Kelly got on her knees in front of Alex.
“Ready?” I asked, smiling at Kelly.
“Oh my God,” she squeaked anxiously, and we both reached forward and took our first cocks into our hands.
“Oh my God,” we both giggled. The hot, hard flesh felt rubbery and we handled it clumsily. Neither of us had a clue what we were doing. I tried to think of what the girls in the porn we watched online would do. I remember one girl started her blowjobs by lifting the guy’s dick and sucking on his balls.
“Fuck,” Brian gasped. He seemed like he would be much easier to please than the men we saw online. Kelly imitated me, and we blushed and nodded encouragement to each other. I sat up on my knees a little and pushed my mouth down over Brian’s dick, feeling the tip push against my tongue. I struggled to breath around it at first, but soon I had a good rhythm and good suction going. I stroked him into my mouth, pushing my lips farther down his cock and taking him deeper and deeper with each bob of my head.
“Does that feel good?” I asked, looking up from Brian’s dick.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes wide and desperate. I looked over at Kelly. She had her lips around the tip of Alex’s dick and was pumping the shaft with her thumb and forefinger. She seemed kind of like she was afraid of his dick. I looked up and Alex was staring at me.
“Can I try yours?” I asked simply, nodding at Alex and hoping not to offend anyone.
“Ya,” Alex said quickly, “Let’s switch so we can compare.
“Alright,” Kelly said, not seeming to mind the change.
“Okay,” Brian agreed, though he sounded less than enthusiastic about the idea.
“Hey,” I grinned up at Alex as he stepped in front of me.
“Hey,” he said back with a wicked smile, and this time when I took his cock, I lifted it and ducked my head down to suck his balls, like the girl in the video. “Fuck,” he moaned immediately, and I took my time licking and nuzzling his fuzzy sack before I moved my mouth to the main course.
“Goddamn,” I heard Brian groan, and I glanced over to see that Kelly was having a lot more fun with his cock. She was sliding her lips up and down the shaft leaving a silky sheen behind. Brian was clutching the table behind him with his head thrown back.
“Can I touch your tits?” Alex asked, his voice almost pleading. I let his cock drop form my mouth and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I pulled it up over my head and reached behind my to unsnap my bra.
“Mmm,” I hummed around his cock while he hunched over me and squeezed my tits. This was my first blowjob, or technically my second, and the first time a boy had touched my tits, and all I could think was, “Why did I wait so long to try this?” Maybe it was the peach Schnapps, but I was in heaven. I loved the feeling of his hot flesh against mine and the heat of his cock between my lips, and all I wanted was more.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded, lifting my mouth from his cock.
The shock of Alex’s cum was nothing compared to the shock of seeing Mrs. Paulson, our school principal, standing at the end of the row of tables. Kelly, Brian and Alex were all on their feet, and Alex was quickly tucking his dick back into his pants and zipping up. Except for the expression of utter terror on their faces, they looked relatively innocent compared to me. I didn’t know where my shirt and bra were, and when I stood up, cum dripped from my face down onto my bare tits.
“It must not be a very good movie if you’re out here getting popcorn,” he says. The line is stopped again while a woman with six kids swarming around her tries to figure out which one wants M&Ms and which one won’t drink Coke.
“It’s Snow White with the girl from Eclipse,” I say, looking back towards the theater where my friends are, “It’s good but I’ve already seen it three times. ”
“Okay,” he laughs, and his hand is on my lower back again even though the line’s not moving. “Kelly’s Mom hates going to the movies,” he says, leaning down closer to me, “So I end up coming here by myself when there’s something I want to see. ”
“What are you watching?” I ask, not minding his hand on my back too much.
“Prometheus,” he answers, “I’m a bit of a sci-fi geek. ”
“Oh, I wanted to see that one, but it’s rated R,” I whine, remembering the cool trailer.
“Next,” a girl behind the counter shouts.
“Here,” he says, and his hand on my back guides me forward, “What do you want. I’m treating. ”
“Oh,” I say, surprised by his offer, “Um, just a popcorn and a medium Coke. ”
“A popcorn and two Cokes,” he tells the girl, finally taking his hand from my back to get his wallet from his pocket. He pays and I thank him, but before I can go…
“Hey,” he says, looking like he’s been struck by sudden inspiration, “If you want to see Prometheus, why don’t you come and watch with me. I can get into rated R films. ” He says this with a playful wink.
“Um…” I mutter.
“I just thought, since you’re kind of bored with Snow White,” he adds, “You don’t have to watch the whole thing. You can just check out the first few minutes, if you want. ”
“Um…” I stall, looking down at the popcorn and pop that he’s just bought me. I can still feel where his hand touched the small of my back.
“Just a thought,” he says with a shrug. No pressure.
“Sure,” I finally agree with my own shrug.
“Great,” he smiles, “This way. ” His hand is on my back again, leading me to a theater across the crowded lobby. We look so casual, like a father and daughter going to see a movie together. No one pays us any attention, but I can feel my heart beating in my chest.
“How about here?” he asks in a hushed voice. He leads me almost to the top row of seats and I move in to the middle. He holds my Coke for me.
“Okay,” I say, slipping into a cushy seat that reclines. The movie hasn’t started yet, just the previews. The lights are low but still on. There aren’t many people in the theater, but that’s not surprising for a Tuesday afternoon matinee for a rated R movie.
“Here you go,” he says, sitting next to me and handing me my Coke.
“Thanks,” I smile awkwardly, setting it in the armrest cup-holder between us. He takes a sip of his Coke and for a second we sit in silence while he gazes around the room. Other people are still talking in whispers while the ads and previews play.
“So your Mom and Dad took it easy on you for that trouble at school, huh?” he suddenly says, and I feel my face flush red. He knows the details of what happened. Mrs. Paulson made Kelly and I sit in the same room with our parents while she described to them what she saw when she walked in on us.
“I guess,” I shrug, embarrassed to have to talk about it, “They grounded me for a month but my Mom said I could go to the matinee today since I got all A’s on my report card. ”
“That’s right,” he says, nodding his head, “Grades came out this week. All A’s, huh?”
“Ya,” I nod.
“That’s impressive,” he says, and then he reaches across the armrest into my lap, “Mind if I have some popcorn?”
“Sure,” I mutter as he digs into the bag. He takes only one piece though and leaves his arm on the rest after eating it.
“So you’re still grounded then?” he asks, taking one more piece.
“Ya,” I say, suddenly not hungry for popcorn at all, “Until after the fourth. And they took away my phone.
“No phone,” he cries teasingly, and then laughs, “That must be torture. ”
“It is,” I say honestly, and he laughs again and takes another piece of popcorn.
“Still, it’s not too bad,” he says, “Kelly’s Mom is making her go to church again. ” He laughs again, but in a different way. For a moment there’s silence while the trailer for The Dark Knight Rises plays. Then he looks me up and down. “It’s a little cold in here,” he says, and he’s not lying. They have the AC blasting and I’m shivering slightly, but I can’t tell if it’s from the cold or something else. “You must be freezing in that tiny skirt and tank top,” he says, and he puts his hand on my bare thigh. “You’re skin is like ice,” he says in a very fatherly voice.
“I’m okay,” I say, but he rubs his hand up and down my thigh anyway and I let him. There’s a sudden whoot of excitement and applause at the end of the Dark Knight trailer and he pulls his hand away too quickly. I see the scowl on his face and he peers into the seats below.
“Still it’s not too bad,” he repeats distractedly, taking another piece of popcorn, “Being grounded. It’ll be over before you know it.
“I guess,” I say, and then he drops his hand back to my thigh. I’m still shivering, but now I know it’s not from the air conditioning. In fact, I suddenly feel hot and flushed.
“So you guys still play Truth or Dare, huh?” he asks, leaning in and whispering close to my ear. The question and his breath in my ear send chills down my spine. Kelly must have told him that was why she did what she did, because of the game. I’m too nervous to answer him. I just sit there and tremble. “We used to play that game when we were your age,” he adds, his breath still tickling my ear, “You can get in a lot of trouble playing that game. ” There is a playful note in his voice and he gives my thigh a gentle squeeze that makes my pulse jump.
“Ah, the movie,” he says, and the last preview ends as the theater goes dark. “Here,” he smiles, and he takes his hand from my thigh and puts his arm around me. He catches my bare shoulder, pulling me slightly to him, and rubs his hand up and down my arm. “Better?” he asks, and I’m guess he’s talking about the cold.
“Ya,” I say, though I feel like I’m on fire.
“Truth or dare?” he whispers. My breath catches in my throat.
“Truth,” I finally answer, and I know he can hear the fear and excitement in my voice.
“Do you like me touching you?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer.
He sits up and looks around the theater. Then he lifts the armrest separating us. His right arm circles me again, pulling me close to him, and he reaches across himself with his left and slides his hand up my thigh and under my skirt. I am curled up under his arm and I can hear him breathing. He has one hand on my ass and the fingers of his other hand brush maddeningly against my panty-covered pussy.
“You’re wet,” he whispers desperately, feeling the dampness that is soaking through the soft cotton underwear.
“Uh-huh,” I mutter, slightly embarrassed and even more frustrated with his slow moving fingers. “Truth of dare?” I finally ask.
“Dare,” he mutters, again looking nervously around the theater.
“Finger my pussy,” I say, remembering the story Brian told us about Wendy Slater in the back of the computer lab. He literally gasps, and I can feel his hand on my thigh start to tremble. I sink down in my chair and spread my legs apart to give him access.
“Slip your panties down, Sweetie,” he says, and the word Sweetie makes butterflies take flight in my tummy for some reason. I’m breathing almost as hard as he is and my hands are trembling, too. I reach up under my skirt, hook my fingers under my panties, and lift my butt off the seat. I slide my underwear down to my knees, and then I curl back into his side.
“Jesus,” I hear him sigh above me. He runs his hand up and down my bare thigh before moving it back under my skirt.
“Yes,” I moan when his fingers find my dripping slit. I slip further down in my chair and my skirt rides up so my pussy is actually exposed and I can see his fingers pry my tight lips apart. I spread my thighs as far as I can with my panties stretched tight between my knees.
His face is in front of mine and his lips cover my mouth. He kisses me and I suddenly remember that he’s my best friend’s Dad. I knew that of course when he started fingering my pussy, but somehow kissing him seems strange. His lips are soft, but quick and nervous. He pulls away, looks around the theater, and then kisses me again, this time slipping his tongue into my mouth. His finger moves over my clit and I moan, letting my tongue vibrate against his.
“Truth?” he says, not giving me the option of dare.
“Truth,” I repeat, accepting his challenge.
“Are you still a virgin?” he whispers in the dark. His finger presses deeper into my pussy and I bite down on my lip.
“Yes,” I say with a slight gasp, my body twisting in the seat.
“Is my daughter?” he asks, and his finger makes my jump again.
“Yes,” I sputter, shocked by the question, but before I can think about it, he kisses me again.
“Here,” he says, and he takes another look around before slipping out of his seat and onto his knees between the rows of seats.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, biting down on my lower lip to keep from crying out. His tongue is like silk and he uses it to pry open my virgin slit, hungrily lapping at my soft insides. My legs twitch as if he’s sending jolts of electricity through me, and I feel his strong hands on my hips holding me down. I’ve never experienced anything so amazing. My entire body is shaking and I’m going to cum. I push my fingers through his hair, pressing down on the back of his head. I throw my head back, silently screaming. His mouth clamps down on my pussy and he drinks noisily form my dripping gash.
For several minutes he simply lies between my spread thighs, kissing me softly and caressing my sensitive skin. He runs his fingers and nose through the peach fuzz covering my mound, inhaling deeply, and then mutters something I can’t make out.
He takes a quick look around and then he kisses me again. I can taste my pussy on his breath. It reminds of Kelly and licking our juices form each other’s fingers, and I can’t wait to do to his daughter what he just did to me. The thought goes through my mind to tell him what Kelly and I do in her bedroom at night when I sleep over. He surprised me by asking if she was a virgin, and I decide that if he asks about her again I will tell him.
He pulls his lips from mine and looks around. He has pushed my tank top and bra from my shoulder and my breast is completely exposed. He massages it and then ducks down and sucks my nipple into his warm mouth.
“Truth or dare?” I whisper in his ear. He sits up, one hand on my tit, the other on my ass.
“Dare,” he answers, and my temptation to ask him something about Kelly dissolves. Instead I draw a deep breath and work up the courage to say what I’m about to say to my best friend’s Dad.
I push my hand down into his lap.
“You don’t have any hair,” I say, surprised by his bald sack.
“No,” he laughs slightly, and I run my fingers over the root of his dick where the hair should be. I like the smooth feeling. For a long minute I simply explore his hard-on, realizing how much I’ve missed cock. That day in the chemistry lab was my first time playing with a boy’s dick, and I feel like a little girl who had her favorite Christmas toy taken away from her on Christmas day, before she even had a chance to enjoy it. I have a cock in my hand again though, and the thrill hits me harder than peach Schnapps.
“Dare?” I repeat, reminding him of our game.
“Dare,” he reaffirms, giving my ass a squeeze.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
I can hear the air escaping from his lungs. I pump his hard dick in my hand, waiting for his answer. He looks around, and then kisses me again, passionately. He pushes his hand back between my thighs and finds my virgin pussy wet and hot. He breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes.
“You really want that?” he asks, his eyes boring into mine.
“Yes,” I nod eagerly. He kisses me, more softly this time, and then his lips move to my ear.
“Suck my cock,” he says, and his hand is on my neck pushing my head down. I sink down in my seat, and gladly take him into my mouth, savoring the taste and feel of him between my lips. I can hear him breathing above me as I slide my wet lips up and down his thick shaft. I feel his hand on my ass, and then a finger between my cheeks, tickling my tiny hole. It feels weird but good.
“Ung,” I gasp, lifting my mouth from his cock for a moment. I push back down though, and I try to imagine this hard flesh inside my pussy. Will it feel the same as his finger in my ass? His dick is a lot bigger than his finger, and I’m more than aware that while I took both Brian and Alex to the root, I can barely fit half of Kelly’s Dad in my mouth. A sliver of fear stabs at me, but I want this.
I’m gently squeezing his balls and I feel them swell and twitch when his cum spills out into my mouth. I suck softly, milking him with my lips until the last drop fills my cheeks. I lift my head and swallow. He pulls me back up under his arm, his finger slipping from my ass, but my hand still on his dick.
“Maybe you should get back to your friends,” he whispers to me.
“Oh,” I say, taken by surprise. I completely forgot about my friends sitting in another theater. I sit up and suddenly feel embarrassed. I pull down my skirt and tuck my boob back into my bra and top. My underwear are still in his pocket as he zips up, but I find my flip-flops on the floor.
“That was amazing,” he says, kissing my cheek this time, “We’ll have to find some time where we can be alone. ”
“Okay,” I mutter, unable to look him in the eye. He sits up and lets me slip past him in the isle. My legs feel like rubber on the way down the steps and I don’t look back before I push my way through the door.
The lobby is noisy and crowded and I feel like I’m in another world. For a second I think I might cry, though I’m not even sure why. Did I think he was going to actually fuck me right there in the theater? Well, yes, actually, I did. But I am more upset by how quickly it ended. He came in my mouth and then he was like a different person.
The taste of his cum is still strong in my mouth. I liked it at first, but now it makes me angry. Then I realize I left my Coke in the armrest. That makes me even madder. For a second I think about going back to get it, but I don’t want to see him again. I spot a drinking fountain across the lobby and I make my way to it, my flip-flops clip-clopping against my feet.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”
The voice is close to my ear and makes me jump. I stand straight, water dripping down my chin, and I’m staring into the face of a stranger – a man in his forties maybe, tall with graying hair and piercing grey eyes. He’s smiling knowingly at me, wiping water from his lips, his other hand still on the tap of the fountain next to mine.
I have no idea what to say. My heart is racing and I simply turn and walk away. I look back when I reach the theater where my friends are. His eyes are on me and he starts walking my way. I pull the door open and hurry to find my friends.
“Where have you been?” Jenni asks. Her eyes are on the movie though and she seems to have only just now realized how long I’ve been gone.
“Bathroom,” is all I say, and she just nods. The man enters the theater and I sink down in my seat. He walks past our row of seats without looking at me, and I wait several minutes before I glance over my shoulder. He is sitting about five rows back.
There’s not much left to the movie. The big battle is going on when I take my seat and I sit there anxiously until the credits roll. I stand up with my friends and the rest of the people in the theater, and I give a quick glance back. He’s still watching me and I fill a chill run down my spine. He follows my friends and me out into the lobby.
“I’m not feeling well,” I tell my friends when they suggest heading to the food court, “I think I’m just going to go home. ” They whine and complain and try to convince me to change my mind, but the stranger from the fountain is standing across the lobby and I’m worried he’ll say something in front of them. “I’ll see you later,” I say, and they reluctantly wander off without me. The man is watching me, but I don’t head for the exit. I hurry across the lobby to the theater where Prometheus is playing. I don’t really want to see Kelly’s Dad again, but I need to ask him for a ride home.
The theater is still dark and the movie is only about halfway through. I climb the steps to the top, but when I get there I realize Kelly’s Dad is gone. Two Cokes and a popcorn bag sit where I sucked his cock.
He reaches the top of the stairs, and for a second I think I’ll scream, but he takes a seat at the end of the row below mine. And then he simply sits and watches the movie while I watch him. He looks even older in the soft light reflected from the movie screen, his hair grayer maybe, and I guess he’s around fifty. He is tall and thin and dressed in kind of expensive clothes. He wears black pants and a pale blue button up shirt. He is actually very handsome, for an old guy.
I’m taking all this in when he turns and looks at me. I look quickly away, my heart thumping. Then he stands and moves into my row. His eyes are on the movie but he moves deliberately towards me. Again the impulse to scream grips me, but I am silent. How will I explain why this man is following me? What will he tell people who question us? That he watched me give a blowjob to a man that turns out to be my best friend’s Dad. He sits down two seats from me, still not looking at me.
I am trembling when he says in a soft, quiet voice. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just wanted to give you something. ” He smiles meekly and I simply stare at him for a long time until I find the courage to ask, “What?”
He stands again and moves into the seat next to mine. His empty hand slips into his pocket and then emerges holding something. I watch, my pulse racing, as he counts out one, two, three, four, five one hundred-dollar bills. He reaches across the armrest and I don’t pull away as he tucks the bills into my fist. He leans in.
“You are the most exquisite young girl I have ever seen,” he says, his breath warm in my ear, “I must have you. ” He sits back and waits. I am trembling. I have no idea how to react. I simply sit there, staring at the cash in my hand. Then his hand moves across the armrest and I feel his fingertips brush against my bare thigh.
“If you say stop, I’ll stop,” he whispers. I don’t say stop though, and there are no panties preventing his long fingers from slipping into my pussy. “Yes,” he sighs, kissing my bare shoulder. I spread my legs slightly and he tickles my pink flesh. I clutch the bills in my hand and melt back into my seat. His fingers feel good and I cover them with sweet juices.
He is not nervous like Kelly’s Dad. He seems perfectly calm and in control, and that makes me feel calm. He takes his time with my pussy, and then lifts his fingers from under my skirt and presses them to my lips, coating them with my juices. He leans in and I give a little gasp as he licks the juices from my lips.
“Here,” he says, and he raises the armrest between us. I watch him unzip his pants and pull his cock into the open air. It is still soft and looks like a fat worm resting on his hip.
“Come,” he says above me, but he’s not talking about his orgasm. He lifts me from his dick and helps me to my feet. He stands me in front of him facing the screen. He pulls my hips to him so that I have to hold the back of the seat in front of me for balance. He lifts my skirt and peppers my ass with kisses, his hands moving up and down my bare legs. Then he pushes his tongue between my tight pussy lips. I chew on my lower lip looking at the backs of heads sitting below us. I am so close to cumming.
“Here” he says, guiding me down into his lap. He spreads my legs and his cock pokes up between them as I settle back against his chest. “Relax,” he breathes in my ear, and I do just the opposite when I realize what he’s about to do.
I resist. This is not how I imagined loosing my virginity. The resistance fades quickly though as the tip of his cock brushes against my clit. Less than an hour ago, I was sitting in this same seat with Kelly’s Dad, ready to let him take my cherry. Now a complete stranger is prying open my virgin lips with his cock and I don’t care. I want this.
His hand slips away from mine and I use his cock to masturbate myself, rubbing it against my clit and soaking his spongy purple cap in my juices. I am so worked up by the time he pushes into me, that I don’t care about the stabbing pain. I bite down on my lip and push myself down onto his cock until he is buried inside me. He holds me to him, rubbing my clit until the pain fades. Then he pushes my forwards so my hands are on his knees. He lifts my tank top and bra and squeezes my tits while I rock back and forth on his cock.
There is still pain but I am cumming.
He doesn’t rush me away like Kelly’s Dad did. He holds me and kisses me before helping me get dressed. My blood covers his cock but he’s not bothered buy it. He zips up and we leave together before the movie is over.
I text my Mom and ask her if it’s okay if I eat dinner at my friend Jenni’s house. I’m still grounded, but she must be in a good mood because she agrees. I don’t go to Jenni’s though. The stranger gives me another five hundred dollars and takes me back to his hotel. He is here on business he says, and when he gets his key from the front desk he tells the clerk that I’m his granddaughter. Up in his room we take a bath together, cleaning off the blood that stains my thighs and his dick. Then he gets his camera out and we make a video.
“I like fucking,” I tell him while I ride his cock and watch myself on the video monitor.
“You’re too young to say naughty things like that,” he teases me, “You should be out playing games with your little friends, not fucking old men like me. ”
“I like playing games, too,” I giggle as he tickles my sides and I wiggle on his dick, “My friends and I play this one game…” And he picks up the camera and records me while I tell him my story about Truth or Dare.
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