large popcorn for us to share. We walked to the door where Werechick in Love was playing. Though the lighting in the theater was dim, it was bright enough to see that the seats were almost all empty. Aside from a few people up front, there was no one in the place.
“Guess it’s not as popular as you thought.” Dave said.
I poked him. “Shhh,” I whispered, “I’m sure we will love it.”
The three of us sat down at the back of the theater with me in the middle, and then flipped the arm rests up so we could sit closer to one another. Todd passed the popcorn bucket as the opening credits rolled on, and I crunched a few pieces of it between my teeth. It had been so long since I’d seen a movie. It felt good to relax and watch a flick, and the buttery popcorn was such a treat.
The movie had only been on a few minutes when Dave put his arm around my shoulders. Then, Todd reached his hand towards mine. He took my small hand in his large one, squeezing it tightly. Releasing my hand, he touched my thigh through my skirt. He quickly moved his fingers to the edge of my skirt, then flipped up the edge of material and slid his hand underneath it.
“Todd!” I whispered. “What are you doing? You can’t do that here!”
But despite my words, Todd was persistent. Flashes of desire waved through my body as his agile fingers moved towards my pussy. I could feel my face flushing with heat from the fear of discovery and my excitement. As I tried to focus on the movie, Todd lightly stroked the outline of my folds through my panties. It felt so good, and was so hard to resist. I relaxed back further in the chair, relishing his touch.
Then he leaned in and whispered in a husky voice. “Take your panties off, Bev.”
Oh my God. Todd wanted me to take my panties off right here in the movie theater! Though Todd’s voice had been low, Dave had overheard, and he ran his hand along my neck and shoulders, stroking and massaging them.
“I can’t do that,” I moaned, “I can’t take my panties off here.”
“I can smell your scent, Bev,” Todd said huskily. “You know you want my fingers in your pussy. Take your panties off now.”
Todd’s words and hands were turning me on so much, and Dave’s strokes along my skin only increased the pleasure. I reached under my skirt and lifted my butt up slightly. Glancing furtively around, I slowly started to pull my panties off. I could feel myself getting wetter at the prospect of Todd’s hands enjoying my flesh. I dropped them in a ball beside me and sat back down, parting my legs slightly.
“That’s a good start, but I need full access,” Todd growled, “spread your legs wider.” I opened my legs but it wasn’t wide enough for Todd. He gently, yet firmly spread my legs even more.
“Mmm,” he ran his fingers along my slit, then slowly moved them inside of me. “You are so wet, Beverly, so very wet. I love touching your sweet pussy.”
I closed my eyes. His hand felt amazing. As he played with my clit, I could feel myself growing sopping wet.
Dave nuzzled his lips against my neck and softly kissed the delicate skin. His butterfly kisses sent a flutter through my belly. Todd dipped his tongue into my ear and I shivered. It all felt so amazing.
“Oh my God!” I breathed heavily. Todd’s hands moved right on my bud and he was driving me wild with his fingering. I could feel my heart racing, and my thighs were shaking a little as the pleasure mounted in my body.
Dave gently moved his to my pink sweater and palmed my breast through my bra. As he stroked my nipple and nibbled my neck, Todd fingered me. I could feel myself building to an explosion and finally I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I arched my back and my body let lose as I erupted in orgasm.
“Does that feel good, Bev.” Todd breathed as waves of pleasure wracked through me.
I was having trouble talking.
“I love watching you come,” Dave said huskily. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Bev,