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Georgia had taught me so much in our short time together. Although the star of our love affair had only just risen it was immensely bright, the heat of our passion undeniable.

She had taught me so much about her supple sexual body along with introducing me to things I never thought possible;

‘Damn, this girl, can't find nobody like her She is everything I want and I'd do anything for her’ I believe is how the lyric goes by one of those emo punk bands she liked.

She’s even got me listening to her favourite albums, reading her favourite books. To say I was smitten was an understatement; I couldn’t wait to see her again.

Her roster with her affirmation scribbled inside was my most cherished gift, I took it everywhere with me. Even now as I sat on the familiar mall bench checking my watch, I unconsciously reached into my pocket to check it was still there.

I looked over to the grocer she worked at, scanning the registers for her amazing image. I didn’t want to burst into her place of work the minute her shift started, I wanted to give her time to settle in…perhaps selfishly I wanted to give her time to crave me a little.

As soon as my eyes caught her short petite frame leaned up against the counter, her platform boots the only reason she was even tall enough to see, I felt my heart swell and my cock harden.

Leant on her elbows, her porcelain face cupped delicately in her feminine, inviting hands. She was staring off into the distance, her gaze and mind far off. Strands of her gorgeous jet black hair fell from her messy bun.

Frustratedly she blew the strands out from her eyes which I was denied gazing into.

Oh her eyes, I thought as I stood up from the mall chair, her iris’ the deepest shade of blue, like moonlit ocean waves.

I wasn’t sure what felt more out of rhythm; my heart, practically leaping from my chest at the sight of her or my dick which was already leaking like a faucet in anticipation.

Building up the courage as I were standing in her driveway, I walked up to the register, my breath shaky;

“Hey Georgia…I’ve missed you.” I started finding my feet.

Looking up now, snapped out of her cold, bored daze her eyes caught mine, a genuinely warm smile breaking across her face.

She reached out with one of her black nailed hands to find mine, clasping my sweaty, nervous hand longingly as I continued;

“Would you…like to get out of here?” I said, gesturing to the rubber flaps that separated the shop from the staff only area, flashes of our first time flooding my brain.

As the words left my mouth a subtle silence fell between us, only broken by the low murmur of patrons who grumbled to their companions.

Georgia squeezed my hand, looking quickly from left to right before pulling me with an unexpected amount of force. Nearly toppling over the counter, she steadied me, grabbing the sides of my head; kissing me deeply.

Her tongue wrapped around mine, our lips becoming one as my nerves came alight. Like a strong coffee or a shot of adrenaline; Georgia woke me up.

As she released me, I stood mesmerised by her, she looked radiant, even under the ever-so-terrible shop lighting.

Adjusting her name tag and playfully swatting at her loose necklace she smiled at me again, her illuminating glow lifting me off my feet.

“I was thinking…we could do more of a date?” She said timidly, her voice a little less bored than normal, her valley accent however still in full swing.

Stunned, I blubbered through my reply; “A date? Date. Sure Georgia, yeah sure…where would you like to go?”

Georgia giggled watching my awkwardness. It wasn’t vindictive it was as if a he admired the way I didn’t quite fit to the mould of a confident man.

“You pick.” She said looking to see a patron wandering toward the checkouts.

“Uhh how about the movies? When do you finish?”

Giggling once more as she tapped some foreign keys, her register singing to life, I made myself scarce so the now building customer line could be served.

Cheekily she ran her tongue across her jet black lipstick, her face unblemished. With a delicate smirk she said; “You have my roster…I think you know the answer to that.” Before winking seductively at me, my mind racing, waiting for the clock to strike 2pm.

The time came rather quickly, perhaps I had just become good at entertaining myself in the mall. Walking back over to her workplace I saw her burst out of the establishment, her tattered black leather coat not even all the way on.

Her boots smacked against the ground, her work uniform pants un-ironed, her work top still gripping to her tight, fuckable frame, save for the name tag.

Meeting her halfway she stood in front of me, her platforms raising her to my eye level. She was equally intimidating as she was tantalising, my arm hairs stood on end not sure if out of fear or excitement.

“Where are we going for our first official date?” She asked in a surprisingly eager fashion

“The uhh, the movies. I got us some tickets, showing starts in about 10.” I replied.

Smiling, she wrapped her thin pale arm around mine and beckoned me to escort her.

We walked smiling through the mall, countless eyes gazing at us. She was an eyesore and an outcast to most and, wrapped upon my arm, made me the same by association.

But the way she gripped my arm, the way her perfume and natural musk fluttered into my nose, the way she leaned her head against my shoulder as we walked reminded me in no uncertain terms; she was worth being an outcast, she was worth it all.

With her I’d have Halloween on Christmas and longingly wish that night would never end.

Walking into the cinema now, I gestured for her to grab her snacks and drink.

“Whatever you want.” I said joyfully as she ran to the popcorn machine, grabbing the biggest bucket she could find.

No butter and no salt, shockingly she asked for it plain. To my surprise the teller heeded her request and passed over the massive tub of unsalted popcorn.

Following closely behind her, she grabbed a large cup and filled it with some cola soda from the fountain machine. Whipping her head around to smile at me we walked to the counter, paid and went on in.

I had hoped she’d like the movie, I assumed she was a horror buff and perhaps my assumption would blow up in my face, but looking over at her, her hands almost unable to carry her popcorn and drink, I smiled, hoping that, like me, she was already having a wonderful time.

Walking into the dimly lit cinema room, Georgia dashed in front of me and led me up the walkway, past multiple couples and single patrons to the far-most row.

Finding her seat, she nestled her drink and popcorn in the holders, before rolling her neck from side to side, a loud crack echoing in the near silent cinema.

Sitting next to her I felt her hand clasp mine again, squeezing it tightly. Every squeeze, very gentle caress had me raging like a bull at a gate, my cock firmly hardened once more. It didn’t take much of Georgia’s attention to have me begging for her. She had that aura about her, like a siren, you just couldn’t resist.

As more patrons packed in, the lights beginning to dim in preparation for the film I heard Georgia cry in her familiar bratty, sexually-charged tone;

“Oh no! I forgot to get butter and salt.”

Curling an eyebrow I recalled she had explicitly asked for no butter and salt. However, not wanting to upset the gorgeous goddess to my left, I went to reach for the popcorn bucket;

“I’ll take it back and get you a new one before the movie starts.”

Placing the bucket out of my reach she ran her fingers to intertwine with my now outstretched hand.

“So you’re saying, it’s okay if I get some salty seasoning for my popcorn?” She said her fingers tracing the back of my hand.

“Well yeah.” I replied, obviously wanting the date to go as good as possible.

Within seconds she dove between the seat in front of me and my legs. Pushing my knees apart and yanking my waistband she pulled my pants down rapidly, exposing my naked legs, cock and balls to the open air.

Already seeing my hardened, expectant member she ran her lovely hands along my leg, lightly scratching them before gripping my penis with authority.

Spitting saliva on it, the sound echoing in the semi-crowded cinema, she took me in her mouth, her warm sloppy mouth sucking and gagging on my hardened cock.

I was already twitching, my dick feeling like it would explode. Sliding up and down her fuckable throat I felt every nerve in my body come alight, as if lit on fire.

As the lights dimmed and the blare of the music started her motions grew faster and more desperate. Now concealed by the darkness and the wall of noise she sucked me with an enthusiasm unrivalled.

Feeling the deep hedonistic feeling bubble in my balls and shaft I knew I was only moments away. She was an expert and knew exactly how to push me over the edge. I was a toy to her; a fucktoy, and how I loved every second.

Taking me out of her throat she replaced her mouth with her hands and began stroking me, slowing down the pace only momentarily.

I looked down at her, nestled between the seats as I caught the visage of some patrons signalling there seats were in this aisle. They began climbing the staircase as Georgia sped up her tempo;

“C’mon baby, cum for me baby, please please please cum for me.” She said her words punctuated by soft, moans barely heard over the booming cinema sounds.

Unable to hold back I felt the pressure jet up my shaft, the pleasure earth shattering. With a quick move of her hand she reached out and grabbed the popcorn box. Pointing my dick towards it as she stroked me, I came into it, my massive load absolutely drenching her popcorn.

Sputtering and shooting my final shots, Georgia pumped me two more times with long deliberate strokes. Quickly, she jumped from the floor to her chair, placing the popcorn box on her lap as I desperately hiked my pants up, barely able to stuff my still dripping cock into my pants before the other movie goers entered the row.

Breathing heavy as Georgia smiled the patrons shuffled past us, making their way to the seats about four or so down from us.

As our attention turned to the massive cinema screen, the movie began to play. Smacking the drink into my chest, Georgia said firmly her eyes not leaving the screen;

“Drink up honey I don’t want you getting dehydrated.” Before happily shoving a mouthful of salty, cum-covered popcorn into her awaiting mouth.

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Thanks for reading. I’m glad you all like this series, shout-out to the Goths. Let me know if you’d like another part xx