Chapter 9

Half-awake, she laid there still on her side, still sucking her thumb, replaying this amazing dream in her head. Especially the ending where she was filled up with cum.

As good as the vibrator had felt inside her, Freya wanted Alex’s dick inside her instead.

She needed his cock in her.

Deep in her.

In her mouth.

In her pussy.

Anywhere.

It didn’t matter.

She just needed him deep inside her. She needed it more than anything.

Unknown to her, this is exactly how an addiction starts.

Freya was going to get his cock inside her. In any way that she could.

The next day, Freya called Alex. “Hey, Alex, my parents are staying home tonight,” Freya said over the phone.

“Yeah, same here,” Alex answered. “So, what do you want to do?”

Disappointed, Freya suggested, “Well, I guess we could go to a movie.”

Also a little dispirited, Alex said, “Yeah. Sure.”

Freya knew that he had been hoping for some more “fooling around” this evening after the blowjob she had given him last weekend. In fact, Freya, herself, was hoping for some time alone with Alex because after her experiments with the vibrator that Cyn had given her, she desperately needed some dick, to put it bluntly.

She smiled hearing the tinge of gloom in his voice. She smiled because her mind was already formulating a plan. A great plan. “We can try that theater with the huge reclining seats over by the highway. Cyn and Katie told me that they are super comfy.”

“Yeah. Sure. I’ll pick you up after work. Around 6:00,” Alex replied, resigned to just a movie and popcorn kind of night.

“Great. See you then. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

6:00 gave her plenty of time.

She grabbed a quick bite, took a shower, brushed her teeth, dried her hair, put on her usual small – but tastefully applied – amount of makeup, and started to get dressed. She put on a sheer bra that ever so slightly pushed her young, round boobs up and out and allowed her erect nipples to show through the fabric. She was dressing to kill tonight.

She chose a faux silk blouse that gently flowed, but still clung to her in all of the right places. Namely her tits. And she had a new denim skirt that fell to just above her knees. The skirt, according to Cyn, showed off her ass perfectly. “That fuckin’ thing cups your ass cheeks like a second skin,” were her exact words. Alex was going to flip when he saw her.

But none of this was anywhere near the main attraction.

The main attraction at tonight’s movie was what she wasn’t going to wear.

Panties.

She pulled the skirt up her long legs and over her bare hips. She could feel the coarse fabric against her ass cheeks and she had never felt so naughty. Freya started to feel that familiar tingling in her vagina that meant her juices were going to start flowing. If she didn’t get her mind off of how slutty she felt to be going out pantyless – equal parts indecently obscene and rapturously free – then she wouldn’t be able to make it to the movie. She would simply attack Alex in the driveway when he picked her up!

She put on sneakers – why not be comfortable? Besides, it kind of made her look like “the innocent girl next door” and she thought that Alex would appreciate that look. Finally, she wrapped a cute belt around her waist, checked her hair and makeup one last time, and went downstairs to wait for her boyfriend.

Her parents were in the den, so she popped in to say bye.

“You look nice,” her mom commented.

“Thanks. We’re going to a movie.”

“Oh? What one?” her dad asked.

“Uh, we don’t know yet. We’ll decide when we get there. It’s that theater with the big seats.”

“I heard that it was a really nice theater,” her dad said, going back to his newspaper. “Well, have fun.”

“Don’t wait up!” Freya turned and went into the kitchen to wait.

It was almost 6:00 when Alex rang the doorbell. She practically ran to the door.

“Wow, you look amazing!” he told her.

“Oh. Thanks.” Freya tried to downplay her looks with her coy body language. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

About thirty minutes later, they were in the theater lobby looking at movie options.

“I heard this was really good,” Alex pointed to a poster.

“Eh...” Freya said, noncommittally. “I think I want to see this one.”

“Really? I heard that it was terrible.”

“Oh, come on. We can crack jokes the whole time. It’ll be fun,” Freya said in what she hoped was a sexy, pouty voice. To herself, she thought, ‘Don’t mess up my plan, Alex! We have to go into the movie theater that no one else will be in.’

Alex looked at her and she did her best to bat her eyelashes at him. Of course, he caved in. “Fine. But next time, I get to choose.”

“Sure. No problem.” Freya breathed a sigh of relief.

They grabbed a bucket of popcorn and a couple of sodas and went into the darkened theater.

“Hey, let’s sit in the back. It’ll be like our own private showing,” Freya said, pulling his arm. They grabbed seats in the back of the empty theater and sat down. Previews were playing on the screen, so they chatted a little and when the feature movie was about to start, they settled back into their individual recliners.