Max could hardly take Brittany out for dinner in Colridge considering that he was supposed to be keeping a low profile. But he was eager to spend time with her, to get to know her better and go on an actual date, so he invited her out to a movie. He figured it was the perfect setting considering the darkness of the theater. No one would be able to see him, and he wouldn’t risk his cover being blown.
“I love going to the movies,” she told him flirtatiously in the lobby as they bought snacks. Max was struggling to focus on anything other than her slender legs, which were on full display thanks to the tight-fitting pair of hot pants she was wearing. Max was grateful for whoever had designed such a piece of clothing. He, himself was wearing loose fitting dark denim jeans a tight fitting white T-shirt which showed off his impressively toned abs and arms. He particularly liked the contrast of his dark naval sleeve tattoo against a white T-shirt. He knew he’d worn the right outfit when he met Brittany at the theater and her eyes widened with approval and lust.
“Do you go to the movies very often?” Max asked, trying not to think about the last time they were together. How she had straddled him right there in the tattoo parlor until he came. A strange expression flickered across Brittany’s pretty features. It was a mixture of sadness and regret. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced once again by her coy, flirty grin.
“Sometimes,” she placed a piece of popcorn between her pink glossed lips and Max shuddered deliciously, thinking about where he hoped she’d be placing her full lips later on in the evening.
“What about you?” Brittany tossed her hair over her shoulder as she asked the question. “You go to the movies much?”
The simple answer was no. Max rarely went to the movies. He rarely read a book. The main passion in his life was music. He loved traveling around the country listening to local trash metal bands. But he wished he’d grown up going to the movies, whether it was on dates or with friends. He wished that his reading ability hadn’t been so swiftly squandered and that he could actually focus long enough to be able to read an entire book if he wanted to. The Kings didn’t care about Max reading ability, or lack thereof, or his interest in movies. All they cared about was that he could handle himself in a fight and knew how to think quickly on his feet when he got into a jam. But to Brittany, Max wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be interesting and suave. He wanted to be a man she could admire.
“I go now and then,” Max replied vaguely.
“Sounds mysterious,” Brittany mirrored his stride as they left the foyer and wandered around to their relevant screen.
As they sat down in the back row, Max was grateful to notice that there was no one else around. That was the beauty of a twenty-five screen cinema – most showings on weeknights were always blissfully quiet. They settled down together, and after some monotonous advertisements and a few movie trailers the lights dimmed and the movie started.
Max wanted to enjoy the film. He’d chosen an action thriller which he’d hoped would be exciting enough to hold his attention. But it was no reflection on the movie that he struggled to follow what was happening. He couldn’t stop glancing at Brittany’s bare legs which were so irresistibly close to his own. Looking up he traced the curve of her bosom beneath the flimsy T-shirt she was wearing. Clothes which he could remove in less than a minute. The thought of seeing her naked made his pulse race. And her scent. She smelled so sweetly of vanilla that each time he inhaled she flooded his senses. Groaning Max tightened his hands on the arms of the theater seat.
Brittany must have noticed as she put down her tub of popcorn and turned towards him, her nose grazing his neck before she began to playfully pepper it with kisses. Max groaned again, louder this time. As Brittany kissed his neck, her hands began to travel towards the zipper on his jeans. Max leaned back, loving how sensual her kisses felt against his neck. He didn’t even care if she gave him a hickey; it just felt so good.
She undid his zipper and reached into his boxers. He was already hard when her hand found his dick.
“Good boy,” she purred into his ear approvingly. Max grinned widely and tried not to cry out in delight. He’d sensed that there was something special about Brittany. Most girls would insist on having an entire date before giving in to their desires, but not Brittany. She was brave enough to go after what she wanted, to give into the heat that sizzled between them. And the heat was undeniable. Max struggled to think about anything other than Brittany since their first meeting in the tattoo parlor.
With her hand still on his dick, Brittany slid off her chair and dropped to her knees beside Max. He held his breath in anticipation, watching her maneuver herself in the shadows so that her mouth was directly above his pink, throbbing cock. It felt full of a thousand nerve endings as he imagined how good it be to have her mouth wrapped around it. Brittany glanced up at him, smiling sexily before lowering her head. She took his dick into her mouth, letting her tongue press against it.
Max squeezed the armrests tight and leaned back, closing his eyes in delight. It felt amazing. Brittany’s head bobbed as she suckled and teased his erection. It felt so good that Max knew he wouldn’t be able to last very long. He tried to slow down his breathing to delay his climax, not wanting Brittany to stop.
Tipping forward on her knees Brittany pressed her mouth further down on his dick and Max gasped in delighted awe. She was taking the full length of him, positioning herself so that as she deep throated him she wouldn’t gag. Max felt dizzy with the desire to cum. He’d never experienced anything like it in his life. All the women he’d been with, none had ever been able to satisfy him like this. And Brittany looked so sweet and innocent. That juxtaposed against her sexual appetite and ferocity was the hottest thing Max had ever known. After almost a minute of being deep throated he came, shuddering in his seat as he released his load directly into Brittany’s mouth. He wondered if she’d gag or make some sound of revulsion. Instead she brushed off her knees, straightened her T-shirt and ran a hand over her mouth as she sat back down beside him and smiled innocently.
“Holy fuck,” Max gaped at her in shock. “That was like…that was the hottest thing ever. Who are you? You’re like the girl of my dreams.”
Brittany smiled contentedly before leaning against his broad shoulder and settling down to watch the rest of the movie.