Chapter 4: The Movie Theater

Sure enough, by the time I looked out the window Jon was getting out of the car to come to the front door to pick me up. What a gentleman! When I opened the door his eyes quickly looked me over from top and bottom and I could’ve sworn I heard a low whistle but he quickly regained his composure.

Just as I was about to leave my dad made an appearance. I looked up at him and frowned but he insisted on seeing Jon before we left. They introduced themselves and shook hands. My dad just smiled and started to leave but then turned and called back to him.

“Now remember son, that’s my little girl. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do with her!”

My face must have turned beet red with that little remark. I was sure Jon noticed but he must have assumed, wrongly I might add, I was embarrassed by a father being overprotective of his only daughter. Just imagine what Jon might have said if he knew that in effect, my dad had just encouraged him to fuck his daughter instead! From the way he kept glancing at me, somehow I didn’t think he needed any encouragement. Girls don’t dress for a date the way I was dressed unless they had one thing in mind.

It was just short drive to the theater and on the way we just made some small- talk about school. Since he was a year ahead of me he had different teachers than I did but he knew most of mine from his previous year. We compared notes and had some laughs at the good, the bad, and the ugly of the school teaching staff.

Soon we arrived and like a gentleman again, Jon paid for everything which was good since I hadn’t brought a purse and there was no way I was carrying anything in these shorts as tight as they were. Actually, not bringing a purse was an oversight, not one I typically made. It never hurt to carry a little makeup and “girl” things with you but tonight I was so excited at the prospect of getting laid that I left home without my purse. Finally, it’s not like I ever expected to pay in the first place. It was like an unspoken contract - he paid, I put out.

Upon entering the theater Jon led me to the back row off to the side of the projector so the idiot in the projector booth couldn’t see us. It was hard keeping a straight face - they should mount a sign at the end of the row with my name on it like they do the pews in church. Seemed every boy who brought me here wanted to be in the back row. At first we just sat eating popcorn, watching the trailers and advertisements. Once the lights went down for the last previews and then finally the main feature, it didn’t take long for Jon to take things to the next level.

The theater was relatively new with arm rests that folded up into the seat, allowing the two of us to sit next to each other with nothing in between. Jon put his arm around me and so I shifted myself closer to him and then leaned in towards him. Immediately I felt his hand grip my bare upper arm and his fingers traced over my arm lightly, slowly working their way more inside until his hand would “accidentally” brush against my boobs.

I knew Jon had long since noticed my lack of undergarments from the way his eyes kept wandering from the screen to my chest. My boobs may not be very large but my nipples get hard as bullets when I get excited and the thin cotton tank top material did nothing to hide the fact. short After a while I put my hand on his leg, letting my fingers slide just a little between his legs, just enough to tease him but not to actually touch anything too sensitive. Mmmmmmm, I noticed his jeans had quite a bulge and I imagined what his cock must be like underneath all that heavy denim.

As you might imagine from the way things got started, I couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed when that was as far as we went in the theater. I’d masturbated earlier in the day thinking of sucking his cock during the movie so I was sort of hoping he would at least fondle my boobs! Jon’s reputation was not exactly one of being shy nor did he believe in abstinence from the stories I’d heard about him so I was a little curious what was going on.

As we left the theater I found myself wondering why he hadn’t tried anything and was actually beginning to consider having to make the first move - something I hate to do with any guy but sometimes necessary if to get what I wanted.