Part 5 (2/2)
Best Seats in the House Radclyffe ”Have you ever been to an X-rated theater?” Chris Stanley whispered as she waited for the doors to the Sea Surge Video Lounge to open.
”This isn't an X-rated movie theater,” her best friend Jacqui ”Jac” Burns muttered back. ”It's a film screening.”
Chris snorted. ”Yeah, of a p.o.r.n film.”
”Erotica.”
”You didn't answer my question.”
”Yeah, I've been. Once or twice.”
”No, I mean the real deal-Triple X on the marquee, raincoat in the lap, questionable substances on the floor ...” Chris grinned when Jac shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her black cargo pants and glowered. ”Not one of those art-house soft focus, fade-to-black, pretend-s.e.x movies.”
”I know what you mean. And yeah, I've been.”
”Not with Trish,” Chris said with absolute certainty. Trish was no prude, Chris knew, but she wasn't the type to frequent scrungy movie theaters on the wrong side of town, either. Trish was a lady, just like Chris's girlfriend Emily. Chris and Jac didn't talk about the details of their s.e.x lives-that would be disrespectful to their girlfriends-but she got the feeling Jac was getting it regular, just like she was. Emily never let her go without. Nope. Emily-cute, curvy, sweet-tasting Emily-never said no when Chris was in the mood for fast, hard f.u.c.king or slow, easy teasing, and even better, Emily never hesitated to jump Chris when she was h.o.r.n.y. Still, there was no way Emily, or Trish for that matter, would sit in a theater full of people getting off watching a dirty movie. Even if they were all women like tonight. ”Trish would worry about getting something nasty on her shoes.”
Jac smiled. ”No. It wasn't with Trish.”
”Who?”
”Tanika Phillips.”
Chris flashed on the buff, black, Ail-American basketball player she and Jac had gone to college with, and she experienced a totally unexpected surge of jealousy. ”Uh, I... uh... never realized you and Tan ever dated.”
Jac looked at her like she'd grown two heads. ”We didn't date. We were buds. We hung out together. You know she's not my type.” Jac grinned. ”I like my women rounder and curvier and... you know, softer.”
”Sure, just like I do,” Chris said. Which was true. Well, most of the time. Every now and then she'd look at some hard-bodied dude with a swagger and feel a twinge in her c.l.i.t. But she didn't think about that too much. ”So, uh, you and Tan never ... got it on?”
The lounge in front of the theater was starting to fill up, and Jac s.h.i.+fted closer to Chris as the crowd pressed around them. ”Not exactly.”
”Not exactly?” Chris's c.l.i.t jumped as she pictured Jac and Tan in a hot, sweaty embrace. Tight muscles straining, the two of them rolling around, fighting for the top position. She'd seen Jac naked in the gym plenty of times, so she didn't have any trouble envisioning her small firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s and tight pink nipples and long flat belly. She felt her c.l.i.t thickening and tried to think of something else. ”What does that mean? Exactly?”
”Well, sometimes we'd jerk off together afterward,” Jac said in a low voice.
”You and Tan?” Chris was unable to keep the awe from her voice. ”You jerked each other off?”
”Not each other, you twit.” Jac shook her head and grinned, then tousled Chris's hair. ”We just watched each other do it.”
”Oh, right.” Chris tried to sound nonchalant. She'd never jerked off in front of anyone except Emily, and even then, she usually got so self-conscious she couldn't come. She didn't have any trouble doing it when she was alone, thinking about Emily or sometimes . . . sometimes another face, another body, would fill her mind just before her c.l.i.t exploded.
”Where?” Chris asked.
”Huh?”
”Where did you do it?” Chris got a flash of Tan and Jac shoulder to shoulder on a couch, their legs rubbing, groaning quietly while they... Her c.l.i.t went thump thump and she banished the images. Jesus. What was wrong with her tonight?
”Where? Oh... in Tan's car, or sometimes in the alley out behind the bar. Remember that place?” Jac asked, fond nostalgia in her voice.
Chris nodded. They'd had some wild times, back before they got serious with their girlfriends. ”Couldn't keep a lid on, huh?”
Jac laughed. ”I might have been able to cool it, but when Tan had to get off there was no stopping her. And she liked company. Some nights I could hardly keep up.”
The pictures were back-Tan and Jac leaning against the brick wall, heads back, eyes half-closed, hips dancing as they worked off their c.l.i.ts. Hoping to keep any more images out of her head, Chris scanned the crowd. Not far away she caught sight of a couple who had just joined the others waiting for the eight o'clock show. Both hot, both to her liking, in totally opposite ways. The taller one in the tight black leather pants reminded her of Jac-thick midnight hair, rangy build, slim hips-and she was packing and didn't care who knew it. The bulge behind her fly hung down like a sausage on the inside of her left leg. She had her arm draped over the shoulders of a smaller blonde in a short, short leather skirt and one of those satin corset-y things that pushed her t.i.ts up and made them look like they'd fall out if she took a deep breath. The blond femme seemed to like the package too, because every now and then she'd reach down and give her girlfriend's crotch a squeeze and a little jiggle.
”Jesus,” Chris whispered. ”Talk about getting some hand action.”
”What?” Jac asked. ”Where?”
”Over to your right. Some girl is jerking her girlfriend off in line.”
Jac gave a lithe start and slowly turned. ”Yeah. Sweet.”
At that moment, the blonde caught them watching and smiled, the tip of her tongue snaking out to slick across her lush red lower lip. The muscles in her surprisingly buff arm tightened and she pumped a little harder. The girlfriend bucked her hips and closed her eyes for a second.
Chris hissed in a breath as the blonde's eyes brightened and slid down over Chris's body, lingering on her crotch. ”We're busted.”
”Yeah,” Jac muttered, looking away. ”And I'm hard as h.e.l.l now too.”
”Me too.” Chris tried not to s.h.i.+ver as her c.l.i.t twitched and she creamed in her jeans. The rough denim chafed her c.l.i.t, and she regretted her decision not to wear underwear. ”Hey, they're letting us in. d.a.m.n, we're gonna miss the rest of the floor show out here.”
”Something tells me it's going to be a long, hard night.”
Jac grinned and Chris laughed. As they moved toward the open double doors, Jac's upper arm and shoulder rubbed lightly against Chris's. It felt nice. Comfortable, but a little exciting too. A night out with Jac was always fun.
Jac stepped off to one side just inside the rectangular room. ”Whoa.”
”Whoa and how,” Chris said, surveying the sofas and plush chairs arranged in semi-circular tiers in front of a large screen on the far wall. The whole arrangement looked oddly intimate. ”No wonder we had to make reservations. This doesn't look like any theater I've ever seen.”
”Must be why they said 'special viewing for the discerning audience.' I wondered what that meant.”
”I don't know, what do you think?” Chris felt a little uneasy as women, some in pairs, others in groups, and some alone, filed past them. ”Maybe we should catch up to Emily and Trish.”
”At a fas.h.i.+on show?” Jac's voice rose, and her face suffused with horror. ”Please.” She grabbed Chris's s.h.i.+rt sleeve and pointed toward the far right side of the room. ”Let's grab that couch up there in the corner. We'll be able to see okay, and if we don't like the movie, we can always sneak out to the bar.”
”Okay.” Chris threaded her way through the low tables scattered between the sofas and chairs to the second level and settled onto a short sofa next to Jac. Then she leaned back, her thigh just touching Jac's, and checked out the immediate area. ”Catch who's down in front of us.”
On the floor level to their left and perhaps ten feet away, the blonde and her girlfriend settled into a similar loveseat. The blonde immediately kicked her shoes off and curled her legs up on the sofa, snuggling into her girlfriend's left side. She glanced up and smiled at Chris and Jac.
”Busted again,” Chris murmured, not looking away.
”Doesn't seem like she minds.”
Within minutes, the doors at the back of the room closed and the lights went down, but not into total blackness the way Chris expected. Wall sconces provided enough light for her to see the people around her clearly, including the blonde and her girlfriend. She was determined not to watch them and focused on the screen. Next to her, Jac stretched her longer legs out in front of her and draped one arm along the top of the sofa behind Chris's back. The other hand she rested in her lap.
It wasn't an art-house film. Ten minutes in and the two main characters, hot chicks with tattoos and piercings in interesting places, arrived at a s.e.x party. The camera panned from room to room, displaying a dizzying array of naked flesh and l.u.s.t-filled faces. The quick cuts and crazy angles made Chris's head swim. The teasing, fleering images of bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s and glistening c.u.n.ts and o.r.g.a.s.mic expressions made her already stiff c.l.i.t throb.
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