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   Water Park Fun Ch.  02 - The Mall

   I woke up to sunlight shining on my face and the scent of bacon cooking
in the air.  I rolled away from the sun and listened to the faint dripping
as the leftover rainwater from last night fell from the roof to the
pavement below.  I thought back to the perfect night yesterday with Amanda
and wondered if I had somehow dreamed it all up.  Before sleep could claim
me again I started to think about last night.  I thought about Amanda's
smile, her beautiful body in the candlelight, the sound of her laughter in
the rain, and later her cries of pleasure.

   I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed running through all that
happened yesterday but the sound of water woke up my bladder and the smell
of bacon my appetite.  I took in the unfamiliar room, seeing most of it for
the first time.  The walls were plastered wall to wall with posters and
pictures from bands, athletes, and some anime posters.  A bookshelf along
one wall was bursting with books in double rows and stacked in the space
between the top of the books and the next shelf above. I walked into the
bathroom and relieved myself.  I took extra care that my aim would be
perfect so that I wouldn't ruin things by pissing on her floor.  When I
stepped back out of the bathroom I saw my clothes were laid out at the foot
of the bed.  She must have washed them for me because they felt clean and
smelled like laundry detergent.  I wondered how long she had been up.  I
walked through the hallway and down the large staircase.  With each step,
the smell of breakfast food cooking grew stronger like I was descending
into a greasy heaven.  To the left of the staircase were the front door and
a sitting area.  To the right was a dining table.  On the wall where the
dining table was perpendicular to were two archways that lead into the
kitchen, one was smaller against the far wall and the other was large and
connected to a tile path that led from the front door to the kitchen.

   I walked into the kitchen through the tiled walkway and saw Amanda
cooking with her back turned towards me.  I took a moment to admire her
while she worked.  She had an apron on and was wearing a bright pink
t-shirt.  I wanted to surprise her but there was a kitchen island behind
her.  I realized that sneaking up on someone I just spent the night with
for the first time might be weird, so I decided to take a seat on one of
the stools in front of the kitchen island instead.  She heard the stool
scrape on the tile and whirled around.  "Good morning," she said brightly.

   "Good morning," I mumbled.

   "I take it you're not a morning person?" she asked me.



   "Honestly, sometimes I'm not even a noon person."

   "Want some coffee?"

   "Yes, please.  What are you making?  It smells amazing."

   "Well, I don't know about you, but last night I certainly worked up an
appetite.  I thought it would be nice to surprise you with some food. 
Unless you were in a hurry to leave?"

   She tried to sound nonchalant in the way she said it but I could hear
the hesitation in her voice.  "I am completely free today," I said.

   She smiled and said "Perfect, I can't eat all of this on my own." She
handed me a cup of coffee and pointed out the cream and sugar to me.  "I
just have to finish the eggs and then we can eat."

   "Are you sure this is enough food?" I asked.

   She laughed.  "I didn't know what you like.  Besides I like to cook."

   The coffee was strong but tasted great.  When I was halfway done with my
first cup, Amanda announced she was done and undid her apron and placed it
onto a hook inside of the pantry.  She set a plate down for each of us and
sat down.  The plates of food were laid out in front of us so that I could
reach out to grab what I wanted.  I loaded my plate up with a couple of
fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs mixed with cheese, bacon, and sausage.  I
was surprised to see Amanda load up her plate nearly as high as mine.

   She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and then we started to eat.  The
pancakes were fluffy and cooked perfectly.  The eggs were well seasoned and
the bacon was perfectly crisped.  I quickly cleared my first plate and said
thank you.  "The food was really good."

   "Do you want more coffee?" she asked as I set up a second plate.

   "Yes, please.  Thank you." Once the coffee started to kick in I finally
started to wake up.  I had never spent this much time with a girl before.
The thought of going home away from her wasn't a good one.  I felt like
there was a connection building between us and if I left now I might break
it before it could get stronger.  "So, I was wondering, are you free
today?"

   "Yep, today is my day off from work," Amanda said.

   "Would you like to go to the mall and see a movie or something?" I
asked.

   "Are you asking me on a date?"

   "If I was, would you say yes?"

   "Yes."

   She didn't say anything after that.  I didn't know if she was saying yes
to the date or just saying she would say yes if I asked her so I clarified,
"Would you go on a date with me?"

   "Yes, I would like that very much." We spent the next ten minutes
finishing our breakfast and planning out what we were going to do for the
day.  She said she needed to buy some things and asked if I would mind if
she dragged me through some stores.  I replied how she could drag me
anywhere and I wouldn't care if I was with her.  It was a little dumb and
sappy of a thing to say but it earned a smile from her so it was worth it.

   Once we were finished eating she put the leftover food away and started
to do the dishes.  I asked if she wanted help and she said sure.  She
scrubbed the dishes while I rinsed them and lined them up on the drying
rack.  She splashed me with soapy water so I retaliated by spraying her
with the removable sink head.  She shrieked and the water war was on. 
After a couple of minutes, we finally called a truce.  I thought I would
have easily won since I had the sink sprayer but she made good use of her
sponges and I had to rinse the soap suds off my face.

   When we were done cleaning up she checked her phone for movie times at
the nearest mall.  We found an action movie that we both wanted to watch
and she offered to buy the tickets.  We had an awkward amount of time
before the movie started, about an hour and a half when the drive would
take twenty minutes, so we had some time to kill.

   Once we were back in her car She connected her phone with Bluetooth and
we took turns playing songs for each other.  She rested her hand on my
thigh the whole drive and I held her hand.  Puddles of water lingered on
the streets from seldom used drainage systems not being able to handle last
night's downfall.

   We got to the mall and had to park near the back of the parking lot.  I
let her lead the way and she lead us to Barnes and Noble.  I was curious
about what book sections she would go to.  The answer was, all of them.  Or
it seemed like it.  We managed to hit the fitness, cooking, teen fiction,
romance, science fiction/ fantasy, and at least three other sections in
just thirty minutes.  She was like a whirlwind of shopping.

   As we walked towards the checkout counter I compared the three books I
had against her stack of about fifteen.  I had offered to carry them for
her.  She smiled and said she had it.  "So did you just grab those at
random or what?" I asked.

   "No, I know what books I want before I come here and then come pick them
all up at once.  This cookbook I picked because it looked good but other
than that I knew I would be getting all of these books."

   "That's a little odd.  What about taking the time to browse?" I asked.

   "I like browsing too every now and then, but it takes too much time for
me.  Sometimes you got to know what you want and just go get it."

   I leaned forward and give her a kiss over the stack of books she is
carrying.  "You mean like that?" I asked.

   "Exactly like that." We purchased our books; Amanda's stack had to be
split up between three bags to be able to handle the weight.  Once we were
done paying I snatched up two of her bags.  She started to complain but I
told her again how I was just going for what I wanted which was helping
her. She smiled and accepted my help.

   Amanda lead me deeper into the mall.  There were at least three floors
overall but there were multiple sub-tiers of floors reached by mini
escalators that were all at different elevations so it made it hard for me
to keep oriented.  She lead me into a couple of clothing stores.  At the
first one, she bought a couple of blouses and a pair of denim shorts that I
would love to see her in.  While she paid she must have read my thoughts
because she smiled knowingly at me over her shoulder.

   The second store had an almost even split between guy and girl clothes.
She lead me to the guy section and asked what type of clothing I liked to
wear.  I'm not the most fashionable guy so I confessed that nearly every
one of my shirts was a graphic-T.  We went through the men's shirts and she
picked out a couple.  One was something I would normally wear but the other
one was a little too preppy for me.  She asked me to try them on.  Before I
could complain she was pouting at me.  I couldn't hold up to her watering
eyes and upturned bottom lip so I agreed to go try them on.

   The first shirt fit perfectly, but the second one was a little tighter
then what I was used to.  I took a moment to look at it in the mirror and I
had to give Amanda credit because it did look good on me.  There was a
gentle knock at the door.  "Hey let me in," Amanda whispered.

   I opened the door.  "What are you doing?  You're not supposed to be in
here."

   "The employee watching the dressing rooms isn't good at her job." She
eyed me up and down.  "As long as we are fast we don't have to worry."

   "Fast about what?" I asked.  Amanda took the single step between us and
kissed me.  The kiss was intense, I could feel her desire.  She put her
hand on my chest and pushed me back against the wall.  She was taking the
lead and I liked it.  She broke the kiss and started to kiss my neck.  She
alternated between suckling, licking, and nibbling on my neck and it caused
shivers of pleasure to radiate through my body.

   She started to lower herself down onto her knees.  Her hand trailed down
my torso.  When she was on her knees she undid my fly and zipper and
reached inside of my pants.  I jumped when she started to rub my erection
through my boxers, purposely avoiding the opening that would make this good
feeling feel great.  She started to apply more pressure.  Her touch caused
me to sigh and I closed my eyes.  She stopped stroking me.  When I opened
my eyes, I saw that she was leaning forward.  Amanda kissed the base of my
shaft.  Even through the fabric, her lips felt amazing.

   She maintained eye contact with me as she slowly kissed up along my
shaft.  It was cold in the dressing room and the feeling of her warm breath
and the slight wetness left in the wake of her soft lips made my dick
twitch in anticipation.  I knew we didn't have a lot of time and I wanted
to tell her to hurry up, both from a fear of being caught and also how the
anticipation was killing me.  She broke eye contact, her full attention was
on the outline of my cock straining to be free from its plaid prison.

   Finally, she leaned forward and planted a kiss right on my head.  The
kiss was chaste compared to what she was doing to my neck just a moment
ago. It was cute but also frustrating.  She looked up at me with her big
beautiful eyes and smiled mischievously.  Precious seconds went by and she
still kept on waiting.  "Please," I begged.

   "Please what?" She asked.

   "Please suck my dick," I asked.

   She had her hand resting on my dick and she lightly squeezed it.  "Well,
since you said please." She punctuated her sentence by wrapping her lips
around my head and sucking.  The sensation of being inside of her mouth but
with a barrier keeping her soft mouth off me fully was tormenting.  She
started to bob back and forth, taking the small amount of me that she could
into her mouth.  Her saliva started to slowly seep through the fabric.  The
damper my boxers got the better I could feel her lips as they slide along
my head.  Eventually, it almost felt like there was no barrier at all.

   I looked to the side and saw our reflection in the mirror against the
back wall.  Amanda's hair was tucked back so I could watch from a side view
as she continued to bob her head.  She pulled her mouth off my head and sat
with her mouth half a foot away from me.  Cold air blew down on from the
vent above and hit the moisture on my boxers.  Mentally I urged her to
continue before the cold can have disastrous effects on me.

   I thrust my hips forward so that my dick was just an inch away from her
lips.  Instead of wrapping her lips around me again, she flicked her tongue
along my cock, spending extra attention on the sensitive underside of my
head.  The focused pressure of her tongue caused me to moan.  I tried to
stifle it but failed.  "Be quiet," she scolded me, but her smile told me
that she was pleased with getting such a strong response from me.

   She leaned forward and took my head back into her mouth.  She combined
bobbing up and down on the tip of my dick with swirling her tongue around
on it.  I could feel my orgasm getting closer and it became hard to stay
standing.  I huddled inwards and placed my hands on her head for balance. I
closed my eyes for a moment in pleasure.  Amanda's fingers tickled my
stomach as she reached inside my waistband.  She tugged down.  My pants and
boxers fall to the ground with a sound that made me think of a ship's sail
being unfurled.  I opened my eyes when Amanda grabbed the base of my cock
as she lowered her mouth.  She was four inches away, three inches, and then
her soft lips were just one inch away.  Her warm breath made my cock twitch
and it almost jumped up enough to touch her lips.  Right when she was about
to wrap her mouth around me there was a knock on the door.  I jumped,
causing my dick to gently slide up across her lips for a moment before
resting beside her mouth.

   "Is everything ok in there, sir?" The changing room attendant asked.

   "Yes, sorry, just taking pictures to see which shirt looks best on me."
It didn't even make sense and I spoke so fast that my words were all
jumbled on top of each other.  I wondered if she believed me.

   There was a brief pause before the attendant responded.  "Ok, just let
me know if you need any help."

   Amanda had been holding her breath since the knock and exhaled right
onto my dick, causing me to shudder.  I was so close to coming just thirty
seconds before, that breath alone would have done it, but at almost being
caught I could feel my erection starting to wilt.  "That was close," Amanda
whispered.  She gave my dick a quick peck and then pulled my pants up for
me.  I wanted to beg and plead for her to finish but that was a narrow
escape and I wouldn't be able to get back to the point of release again in
time.  The thought of getting caught was an added thrill, but now that it
almost happened I wanted to flee.  Amanda tucked my semi-hard cock back
into my pants and zipped me up.  I changed back into my shirt.  Amanda
coughed and I realized that I had put it on inside out.

   "I'll go first, follow a minute later," I told Amanda.  We kissed and I
walked out of the changing room.  As I walked down the hall, I imagined
that there would be police officers or security waiting for me.  When I
stepped from changing room hallway all I saw was just a tired looking
employee.  She asked if everything fit ok and I said yes as I walked away
as fast as possible.  A couple of minutes later Amanda emerged from the
changing rooms walking confidently as if we didn't just almost get caught.
She reminded me of the scenes in movies when the hero walks away from an
explosion without even looking back.

   We started to walk towards the registers at the front of the store. 
"So, what did you think of shirt I picked out?" she asked.

   "It was a little tighter then I am used to but I thought it looked
good."

   "I agree."

   "I think I looked great in it.  I beat I will get all the numbers from
cute girls in it." I joked.

   She squeezed my hand hard and hit my chest with the back of her other
hand.  "Jerk, you haven't even got my number yet.  You can't use the shirt
I picked out on other girls."

   I completely forgot that I didn't even have Amanda's number yet.  Even
though we had only spent less than twenty-four hours together, I felt like
I had been with her for much longer.  Realizing that I didn't even have her
phone number yet made me think about just how new whatever we had growing
between us was.  "Can I have your phone number?" I asked.

   "Are you wearing the shirt," she asked.

   "No."

   "Then no," She said.  She smiled and squeezed my hand again, thankfully
not as hard as a few moments ago.  We made it to the register and when the
cashier told me the total was over sixty dollars, I paused in handing over
my debit card.  I was so enamored with being with Amanda I didn't even
think about the price of the shirts here.  I was used to spending at the
most fifteen dollars for a shirt.  Amanda wrapped one arm around my waist
and gently bumped her hip against mine to nudge me out of the way.  She had
her card out and swiped it before I could protest her buying the shirts for
me.

   When we made it out of the store I said, "Thank you, but you didn't have
to buy the shirts for me."

   "Your welcome and I wanted to.  I want you to have something to remember
me by since you don't have my phone number.  Who knows, this might be the
last time you see me.  Besides, now you can't use the shirt I bought you to
seduce other girls."

   "I can't?"

   "Yep, cause you would be a huge jerk if you did.  You can buy us the
popcorn at the movie."

   "Ok deal," I said.

   "And also, the soda, red vines, and who knows, maybe some nachos too."

   "At that point, I might as well have bought the shirts myself," I
mumbled.

   She lead me deeper into the labyrinth of clothing stores, escalators,
kiosks, and the occasional pretzel shop.  I didn't know if she had a set
destination or if we were just wondering the mall to kill time.  My arms
started to burn from carrying her books around and my fingers felt raw from
the plastic digging into them.  No wonder she was so fit if she always
bought this many books at a time and walked around with them.

   I was so used to her leading the way past other stores that when she
pulled me into one again I went in without even thinking about it.  One
moment I was on the path with other shoppers, and then a few steps later I
found myself in a whole new world.  A secret world to me.  Victoria's
secret to be exact.  We stepped into a vibrant world of pink with black
complementing it.  The words PINK were written in pink or black lettering
everywhere; on the walls and on nearly every shirt I see, including the
clothing that was a color other than pink, which I thought was false
advertisement.

   Amanda led me to one of several large tables full of pairs of panties. I
did my best to ignore the curvaceous lingerie-clad mannequins that stood as
sentinels near the table.  The fact that the mannequins were missing their
limbs and head made me want to actively ignore them even more.  The panties
on the table were a treasure trove for the imagination.  There were
different colors, designs, and shapes ranging on a scale from cute to sexy
and often being somewhere in between.  I imagined Amanda in all of those
different pairs of panties and hated that we couldn't finish what we
started earlier.

   "Want to help me pick out a couple of pairs?" Amanda asked.  At those
words I almost died and went to heaven, but if I did I felt like it would
look a lot like this room and situation now.  There were even pictures of
beautiful women in lingerie with angel wings on the walls to help confirm
my theory.

   Amanda held up different types of panties and asked my opinions on them.
Occasionally she would hold up two pairs and ask which ones I thought
looked better.  They all looked like they would look amazing on her so I
probably wasn't the most helpful when it came to shopping advice.  The
first pair she chose were dark blue with a light blue frilly trim.  The
next pair were on the cuter side, white with red heart poke dots.

   Amanda rummaged through the rows of panties to find her next pair. 
There were other girls around looking through the panties.  Amanda moved
away from me to look at the other side of the table and I felt awkward
looking like I was alone looking through the panties.

   I glanced down at the rows, afraid to actually touch any.  I looked over
at one of the corners and a pair caught my eyes.  I reached down hesitantly
to pick them up, afraid that I was committing some kind of social taboo by
touching the merchandise.  I held up a pair of crimson panties with
lacework along the sides, waistband, and decorating the crotch.  They were
a lot more revealing then the other pairs that Amanda had picked out and I
hoped that she would like them.  I found another pair that were similar in
design but were black.  I imagined Amanda's lightly tanned skin contrasting
against the red or black panties.  If my imagination was even half right in
how sexy she would look in them then they would be more then worth the
price of five dollars each.  Amanda had told me she was a small size so I
made sure I had the right size before walking away with my choices.

   When I looked up from the rows of panties I couldn't see Amanda anywhere
in the PINK!  room.  I looked back and worth, expecting her to appear from
thin air.  I knew that the only way she could have gone was deeper into the
store.  I took a deep breath and started forward on my journey.  The store
was organized in several rooms that were mostly squared with display tables
in the middle and lingerie on the walls.

   My feelings of being out of place weren't helped when I would pass a
worker.  I expected them to talk to me, ask me if they could help me find
something or accuse me of trying to perv out in the store.  Instead, to my
relief, they would see me but not ask me any questions even though I saw
them walk up to nearly every girl that came through their section.  It
seemed like I was so far removed from this world that they didn't even
bother to talk to me.

   The way the store was laid out was very much like the products they
sold. It seemed to resemble the bottom half of a person.  The back section
of the store was the biggest room where the registers, changing room, and
displays for perfumes and lotions were kept.  Jutting out from this main
room like legs were the PINK!  entrance that we had come in through and the
other leg of the store was another series of displays.  This layout forced
me to have to walk down one leg of the store and past the registers.  When
I didn't find Amanda down the other leg of displays so I had to double back
and ended up back by the registers.

   Even with my overactive imagination that tended to lean towards the
pessimistic side, I didn't think that Amanda would have ditched me.  I
hoped that maybe she was in the changing room, I walked over to the lotions
which would let me keep an eye on the changing room without being too close
to the entrance and started to study the bottles like I was going to have a
test on them.  I didn't like being ditched.  If I had her number then I
could text her asking where she was at but since I didn't I was left
staking out the changing rooms like a stalker.  I did my best to be
patient, but it was never one of my strengths.

   I was trying out the eighth or so sample of lotion from a tester bottle
when Amanda finally emerged from the changing rooms.  She all but skipped
out of the changing area.  The smile on her face when she saw me pierced
through most of my brooding at having been left alone.  I knew I was
overreacting but sometimes knowing isn't enough to instantly change how you
feel.  "Why did you leave me?" I asked her when she came bouncing to me.

   "I had something I wanted to go look at.  You were so focused on looking
through the panties that I didn't want to interrupt you.  It was really
cute." She kissed me and grabbed the panties that I had been clutching in
my hand.  I completely forgot that I had been carrying them throughout the
store.  "These are cute," she said as she looked at them.  She stuffed the
panties into a black mesh bag I had seen the employees offering customers.
I got a glimpse into the top of the bag.  I saw the other pairs of panties
I saw her chose earlier but it looked like other things were hiding under
the panties.

   Curiosity started to replace my brooding mood.  "What else do you got in
there?"

   "Nothing really, just some surprises," she said with a smirk.

   "Surprises?"

   "Yep."

   "Can you tell me what these surprises are?" I asked.

   "Nope, cause then they won't be surprises.  You seem a little
uncomfortable here.  Why don't you go wait outside while I pay."

   As much as I loved imagining Amanda in all of the sexy clothing here I
was more than willing to wait out front while she paid.  I walked out of
the store and leaned against the railing across from it.  I set the bag of
books down and opened and closed my hand to work out the kinks from holding
the books for so long.  I turned around and looked down over the railing.
We had worked our way up to the highest floor of the mall.  I stared down
at all of the people going about their shopping.

   A few minutes later Amanda emerged out of the store carrying three big
bags.  "That looks like you got a lot more than just some panties," I said.

   She laughed.  "I might have gone a little overboard."

   "Just a little?"

   "Hey don't be mean.  I've never had a guy to show off before.  Can you
blame me for wanting to buy some stuff to impress you?" she asked.

   "Honestly you don't need to buy anything to impress me.  I think you
would be beautiful no matter what you wore."

   She seemed surprised by my compliment and for once didn't have a witty
response to say.  She leaned up to kiss me, an action that got more
difficult with our increasing amounts of purchases.  "Come on, let's go
back to the movie theater.  The movie starts in twenty minutes." I sighed
as I picked back up her bag of books and followed her.  Our hands were too
full with bags to be able to hold hands, but every now and then she would
go out of her way to make sure that our knuckles would graze against each
others'.

   I had no idea where the movie theater was.  If I could have I would have
stopped to check one of the maps that we passed but Amanda said she knew
the way.  We must have backtracked at some point because the movie theater
wasn't that far away.  As we walked to the movie theater entrance I had to
use the restroom.  I decided it would be better to empty my bladder now
then have to worry about getting up during the movie.  I told Amanda I
wanted to go to the bathroom real quick and she said she would wait with
the bags.

   Once in the restroom, I realized I had to do more than just take a piss
so it took me a few minutes longer than I thought it would.  I hurried to
use the restroom, I didn't know why, but I didn't want Amanda to know that
I was doing more than taking a piss.  When I came out of the restroom
Amanda was still waiting at the bench for me.  I picked my bags up and we
walked into the movie theater.

   We hit the concession stand and found our seats.  We sat munching
popcorn through ten minutes of ads, trivia questions, and behind the scenes
of different movies coming out.  Even though we were there for a short time
the ads were starting to loop back at the beginning of what we first saw
when the previews finally started.  The first thing that I noticed that was
off was that while we were waiting for the previews to start there weren't
that many more people who came into the theater.  Once the previews started
there were only about ten or so other people in the theater and we had the
entire back two rows to ourselves.

   The next weird thing I noticed was that the previews didn't seem to
match up with what I would expect from a summer action movie.  The previews
consisted of indie and foreign movies.  When the movie finally opened up
with a woman staring at herself in the mirror and slowly doing her makeup
for five minutes instead of gunfire or explosions of any type I knew
something was wrong.  With the buffer between us and the other moviegoers,
I probably could have almost talked at a regular voice but I still leaned
over and whispered to Amanda.  "I think we are in the wrong movie."

   Amanda leaned over and whispered right into my ear, "We aren't in the
wrong movie, look at your ticket."

   I pulled my ticket stub out of my pocket and saw that the movie name on
it wasn't what we had bought the tickets for earlier.  "What happened to
our tickets?"

   "I changed them."

   "What?  why?"

   "Because the other movie would have been too crowded."

   "So?" I asked, still not understanding.

   Amanda leaned closer so that her lips were nearly right up against my
ear.  "So, I found another movie that isn't as popular, so that we could
get some, alone time." She uttered the last part of the sentence in a tone
that gave me shivers.  The last time she had spoken like that was when we
had made love the night before.  To drive her point home even further she
reached over and squeezed my upper thigh.

   "Oh," was all I could say in response.  She kept her hand there and I
waited for her to go further but she didn't.  I was starting to think that
she was bluffing or that she just wanted to see a less crowded movie.  I
placed my hand over the one she had on my thigh and settled in to watch the
movie.  I had been expecting to see an action movie but this movie wasn't
that bad once I started to get into it.  The movie was shot beautifully but
it was dialogue-heavy and I was having trouble seeing what the point of the
movie was.

   About thirty minutes in the college-aged female protagonist ended up
with her best friend's older brother at a party while the friend
disappeared.  In every one of the scenes so far where the two had been
together they had been at each other's throats.  Now at the party, thanks
to some alcohol the two started to get closer to one another and were
flirting back and forth.  Seeing the romance bloom between them I started
to think I finally knew what this movie was going to be about.

   A couple of scenes later the two tipsy partygoers ended up going
upstairs and finding a bedroom to make out in.  The protagonist pushed the
older brother onto the bed and straddled him while they continue to make
out.  The scene was done with soft lighting and the two made out for almost
ten minutes, much longer than what other movies would dedicate to this. 
The passion on the screen was more then what I had ever seen in another
movie, including porn.

   Amanda started to squeeze my thigh as the scene unfolded.  The
protagonist pulled away from the kiss, both of them were panting.  So far
in the movie, the protagonist had been depicted as a prude and her best
friend had frequently made fun of her for being a virgin.  I thought that
the scene was going to be over, but to my surprise, she reached down and
pulled her baggy shirt up over her head.  She had worn baggy shirts the
entire movie and I was surprised to see how nice her tits looked in her
plain-looking bra.  She reached back and started to undo her bra's clasp.

   The camera angle switched to the older brother's viewpoint showing the
supple young woman coyishly undoing her bra.  After undoing her bra, she
covered her breasts with an arm while she slid the bra straps down her arm.
Amanda started to slowly rub up and down my thigh, slowly inching further
down with each rub.  The scene lingered for a moment, as she stared down at
the camera, right at the audience, and then moved her arm.  Her bra dropped
revealing a beautiful pair of medium-sized breasts with upturned nipples.
Amanda picked this moment to commit and slid her hand down the rest of the
way and cupped my hardening dick.

   The couple on screen continued to make out, the two writhing together as
they humped against each other.  The older brother reached up and started
to massage her supple breasts.  She arched her back like an electric
current ran through her and moaned loudly.  She straightened up and
continued to grind against him.  His arm was outstretched to be able to
reach her tits.

   Amanda started to stroke through my pants in time with the couple on the
screen.  Between the scene playing out on the glorious big screen and
Amanda's hand rubbing me I could feel my dick straining against my pants.
On the screen, the protagonist reached down and started to undo the older
brother's pants.  Amanda must have either felt my cock straining to get out
or wanted to match the action that was happening on the screen because she
undid the button on my jeans.  The sound of her pulling my zipper down
seemed so loud that I thought the whole theater was going to turn around
and look at us.

   Amanda's warm hand wrapped around my dick just as the same thing
happened on the screen.  It was at this moment that the drunken best
friend/ sister chose to stumble into the room and interrupt the action. 
There was a flurry of movement as the couple on the bed tried to cover up
and the best friend/ sister gasped, dropped her drink, and spun out of the
room, slamming the door behind her.  The protagonist said sorry to her
partner and once dressed chased after her friend.

   The action on the screen may have been over but that didn't mean ours
had to be.  Amanda pulled my dick out of my pants.  The movie theater air
felt cold on my dick, but luckily the friction from Amanda's hand kept me
warm.  I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her soft
hand working on me.

   Right, when I was really getting into it Amanda abruptly stopped and
started to force my hard-on back into my pants.  I opened my eyes and
looked at her.  I was about to ask why she stopped when she gestured with
her chin towards the stairs along the seats.  I looked over and saw a
theater employee walking up the steps with a clipboard and was scanning the
moviegoers.  The employee seemed to take extra time standing up on the top
landing where we were at.  My heart pounded.  Had she seen what we were
doing?  Finally, she checked something off on her clipboard and then walked
back down the stairs.

   We settled back into watching the movie with just innocent hand-holding
and touching, which was ok with me.  If Amanda hadn't been keeping an eye
out then we would have been caught.  The movie became about the protagonist
trying to fix her friendship with her best friend, who for some reason was
mad about catching them hooking up.  The protagonist agreed not to see the
older brother and said how it was just a night of them fooling around.

   Later the protagonist got a text from the older brother.  I couldn't
help but wonder when he got her phone number.  At first, the protagonist
was cold to him, but he ended up charming her.  There was a sort of montage
that showed them both going about their days and pausing frequently to text
each other.  Their messages were displayed off to the side of the action so
that it looked better than just showing close-ups of the phone screens.

   Their flirtation started to increase and they ended up going on a date.
There were a few moments of them making prolonged eye contact at each other
while at a nice dinner, and the next scene was them back at her apartment
furiously making out in front of her door.  They didn't even stop kissing
while she fumbled to unlock the door.  When she dropped the keys on the
ground they both sighed in frustration.  The protagonist quickly snatched
back up her keys.

   Once finally inside they ended up on her couch.  This time he ended up
on top and didn't waste any time in sliding a hand under her shirt to feel
her up.  I decided to try and be the one who matched what was happening on
the screen.  I leaned over and kissed Amanda.  She responded to my kiss
quickly.  I was hesitant to slide my hand under her shirt in public, but I
silenced that voice so that I could focus on the here and now.  Amanda
jumped as my hand accidentally brushed against her flat stomach.  When I
started to rub her tits through her bra she grabbed my hand and pushed it
tighter against her chest.  I felt her nipple harden after a couple of
caresses from my thumb.

   Onscreen they ground against each other slowly, taking their time now
that they were inside and didn't have a chance of getting caught.  He
started to try and pull her shirt off.  She lifted her body so that he
could pull her shirt up, exposing her bra clad tits.  When he slid his hand
inside of her bra I did the same thing.  It was perfect timing, Amanda and
the protagonist both moaned aloud at the same time.  He reached down and
started to play with both of her breasts at once.  This was a little harder
for me to do as I leaned in towards Amanda.  She turned sideways to give me
more access to her chest.

   The protagonist started to pant and moan louder on the screen.  She
started to grind up harder against him.  I lowered my hand down in between
her legs and started to press against her mound through her pants.  My
touch caused her to moan inside my mouth as we continued to kiss.  The
protagonist started to cry out and orgasmed as she called out the older
brother's name.  The couple laid on the couch while she caught her breath.
I was a man on a mission, I wanted to make Amanda cum and this gave me a
much-needed moment to catch up to the action on the screen.

   I moved my hand a little higher and started to rub her clit in a
circular motion while applying pressure.  Amanda started to writhe under
me, alternating between pushing upwards so that the pressure increased and
pulling away to ease the sensations.  I was getting better at using both my
hands on her at once and I was able to coordinate my hands so that they
were rubbing her clit and felling up her breasts in sync.  Amanda started
to breathe quickly and I felt her body tense up.  She pressed herself back
against the cushioned chair and I leaned further over to finish what I
started.  She started to buck against my hand and let out a mewling sound.
It was loud and I didn't want us to get caught so I leaned forward and
kissed her to silence her.  Once her orgasm passed I felt her body relax.

   I was focused on Amanda so I hadn't been paying attention to the screen.
When I looked the couple was cuddled up on the couch.  They were talking in
whispers about shared moments from when they were younger and thought of
each other as the sister's annoying friend and the friend's annoying older
brother.  "So you thought I was annoying?" The protagonist asked him.

   "Hey, you just said you thought I was annoying," he tried to defend
himself.

   She had been the little spoon in the cuddling.  She pulled away and sat
up.  She pulled on him till he was sitting up.

   "What are you doing?" he asked.

   She started to undo his belt.  "Just shut up and stop being annoying,"
she said.  The camera switched to a view of her kneeling in front of him on
the couch.  When she bobbed her head down he sighed in pleasure.  She
slowly bobbed her head back and forth in small movements, her rhythm not
very rhythmic.

   I looked away from the screen to look at Amanda.  She seemed enthralled
with what was happening on the screen.  Without taking her eyes from the
movie she reached over and started to feel her way towards my crotch.  My
fly was still undone from earlier.  She reached in and pulled my dick out.
I glanced over at the bottom of the stairs and was relieved to not see an
employee with a clipboard.

   Her hand rubbing up and down my shaft without any barriers between her
soft skin and my hard dick felt amazing.  I stared at the screen,
alternating between pretending like the beautiful girl on the screen was
giving me a blowjob and imagining Amanda doing it again.  I closed my eyes
for a moment, recalling how she blew me in the shower.  I remembered how
soft her lips had been when she first kissed the head of my dick, how moist
and warm her mouth was when she first took me into her mouth.  I focused so
hard on those memories that for a moment I thought I could actually feel
her mouth and I was back in the shower.  It only took me a second to
realize that what I was feeling wasn't just a memory.  I thought Amanda was
going to just give me a handjob, but when I opened my eyes I saw she was
leaning across from her seat and was blowing me.

   Amanda seemed determined to get me to cum as fast as possible.  With the
fear of someone catching us I thought that was for the best.  The thought
that we might get caught at any moment helped me want to cum as fast as
possible.  She bobbed back and forth rapidly on the top couple of inches of
my cock to get it as wet as possible.  While doing this she also used her
hand to stroke me and spread her saliva along the entire length of my cock.
She started to slide her mouth and hand up and down together so that there
was seldom a moment where some part of my dick wasn't either in her mouth
or her grip.

   I looked back and forth from the action on the movie to what Amanda was
doing.  On the screen a slow and passionate blow job was happening.  The
blow job Amanda was giving was a lot quicker then what she did in the
shower.  She seemed to be more comfortable and at ease in doing this for
me, even with the less than private setting.  I wondered how good she would
be at this if she kept on practicing her budding skill.  If I had to be the
person she needed to practice on then I would be more than willing to make
that sacrifice for her.

   The protagonist on the screen started to build up her speed, so did
Amanda.  I wondered for a moment if maybe she was trying to race the
protagonist in who could make their man cum first.  Amanda stopped stroking
me and started to take even more of me in her mouth.  She got just past
half of my hard-on inside of her mouth before she had to slow down.  She
would inhale and pucker her mouth so that nearly all of my dick was fondled
by her moist mouth.  She reached inside my pants and started to cup and
massage my balls.  She started to massage my balls and accidentally
squeezed too tightly, causing me to jump and exhale in pain.  On her next
bob back off my dick she said, "Sorry babe," before sliding her mouth back
down.

   "It's 'k" I mumbled back to her.  She cupped my balls more gently this
time and started to massage them.  I had always ignored my balls while
masturbating.  I started to feel my orgasm build up in my balls, right
under her fingertips, which was a new sensation.  I ran my hands through
her hair, enjoying the silky feel of it.

   I locked my fingers through locks of her hair and started to guide her
to a rhythm that felt better for me.  I was gentle in my guiding, not
wanting to throw her off of her rhythm.  She was more receptive to my
guiding than I thought she would be.  With my handholds in her hair I
started to move her head down further on my dick and faster.  She moaned
around my dick.  Does she like it when I take control I wondered?  With me
taking care of the rhythm it seemed to focus her attention on her tongue
and hands.  Her hand started to fondle my balls with more confidence.  She
used her thumb to rub against my balls and apply extra pressure.  With her
other hand she jerked the base of my dick whenever she had enough room. 
Amanda slid her tongue along my shaft as she continued to blow me at the
speed I set.

   I switched the speed and guided her up and down slowly.  She started to
trail her tongue along my shaft.  I had an idea.  I pulled her back down
and then slowly raised her head.  She swirled her tongue along my shaft and
puckered her mouth again so that her inner cheeks wrapped along my dick. 
This sensation was too much and I could feel more orgasm getting closer.  I
pulled her nearly of my dick.  She flickered her tongue along my sensitive
head.  Her tongue grazed along the underside of my head and I exhaled
sharply, this time in pleasure.  She heard my response and focused her
attention there.

   I could feel my orgasm building and I was faced with a dilemma of if I
wanted to cum from her licking my head or from taking me into her mouth. 
"Keep on licking," I told her and then started to guide her head up and
down my shaft.  I started to thrust my hips up to meet her mouth as it
lowered.  I got over-eager and accidentally pulled her too far down and
thrusted too far up.  For a moment I felt the tip of my head reach the back
of her throat.  The constriction felt amazing and I almost came in her
throat.

   My moment of pleasure was muddled when Amanda gagged and pulled back. 
"I'm sorry," I said.

   "It's ok," she said before lowering her mouth back down onto my dick.  I
didn't want to accidentally make her gag again so I let go of her hair and
leaned back so she could take back over.  With a couple of bobs of her head
my orgasm was rising back up.

   "I'm about to cum," I warned her.  She pulled her mouth off my dick and
placed the tip on her outstretched tongue.  She started to rapidly slide
her hand up and down my shaft and rub my balls.  I leaned back and exhaled.
I saw on the screen the older brother was doing the same thing as the
protagonist plunged up and down faster than before.  Out of the corner of
my eye I saw the movie employee with the clipboard appear at the bottom of
the steps.  I almost didn't tell Amanda that we were almost out of time,
but I was able to think with the right head.  However, my warning wasn't
the most intelligible.  "Woman, Coming, on the stairs." Was all I was able
to get out.

   I thought Amanda might stop, but instead she started to piston her hand
up and down even faster.  With a gasp I started to cum.  My cum was helped
along by her every step of the way.  It erupted from my balls, which were
cradled in her hand, shot out of my dick, which was still being rapidly
jerked by her, and then shot out onto her tongue.  The first load hit her
tongue and then splashed deeper into her mouth.  The next two came out with
less force and pooled on her tongue.  She jerked up one last time and got a
small load of cum to dribble out.  She licked this up and then stuck her
tongue out for me.  She looked proud of herself with her tongue sticking
out displaying the reward of her hard work.  The contrast of the pearly
white on her red tongue captivated me and I tried my best to take a mental
snapshot of that image and save it for later.

   She closed her mouth and swallowed my cum.  She tucked my deflating dick
back into my pants and shifted so that she was leaning against me.  I
wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in closer.  The employee reached
the top row and looked across at us for a moment.  My heart drummed inside
of my chest.  She scanned the rest of the theatergoers and then started to
descend the steps.  "That was a close one," Amanda said.

   "Yeah it was." I agreed.

   "It looks like next time I have to get you to cum faster." She said.

   "Next time?" I asked.

   She ignored my question.  I asked again and she put her index finger
across my lips "Shush, watch the movie." She said before cuddling up
against me with her head against my upper chest.  I wrapped an arm around
her and rested my head against hers.  The rest of the movie moved along how
you would expect.  There was a full-on sex scene between the protagonist
and the older brother.  Amanda rested her hand between my legs and gently
rubbed me, not enough to get me to get fully aroused, just enough to help
make watching the sex scene even better.

   The older brother ended up being adopted and his younger sister had
always had a crush on him.  She had to learn the hard way when she was
rejected by him that he didn't have those feelings for her.  After a near
break up the protagonist and the best friend's brother ended up together.
The movie ended and the lights came back on.  We sat holding each other
until we were the last people in the theater.  Amanda squeezed and then
kissed me.

   "Come on, let's get going," She said.  We grabbed our bags and started
to walk out the aisle.  With her lower carry load and higher energy, she
all but bounced down the steps.  She swung her Victoria's Secret bags back
and forth with each step.  Having the bags flung about made me want to know
even more what she was concealing from me.  I prayed each swing might cause
something in the bag to come tumbling out.

   For a moment on the last step one of the bags was tipped nearly
completely upside down.  It looked like for a moment something was going to
fall out and I strained to see what it was, but with a flick she twisted
the bag so that nothing came out.  "Oops, almost dropped something. 
Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise," she said as she started walking down
the hallway that led to the exit door.  I followed her, hoping that I
wouldn't have to wait too long to see what she had planned for me.