It all started as a completely innocent night out just me, my best friend, and her boyfriend. We’d planned a fun night at a small, retro movie theater to catch an old classic, Pulp Fiction. But when we arrived, I realized there was one problem only two seats left together, with a single one a few rows back. I figured I’d just take the solo seat, but they insisted I squeeze in with them.

And by “squeeze in,” they meant sitting on his lap.

It seemed harmless enough at first. I mean, we’re just friends, right? But the moment I settled onto his lap, I could feel the tension shoot through both of us. His hands instinctively rested on my hips to steady me, and I couldn’t help but notice how firm and solid he felt beneath me. I tried to ignore it, focus on the movie, but every time I shifted even the slightest bit I felt him reacting.

Amy, my best friend, was right beside us, completely absorbed in the film. But I could feel Karl hardening against me, and with every small movement I made, his grip on my hips tightened. I don’t know why, but instead of pulling away, I found myself leaning back into him, my body betraying my better judgment. The more I shifted, the more turned on I became, and I could feel how badly he wanted it too.

By the time the movie hit its first big scene, I was already soaked. Every little grind against him sent jolts of pleasure through me, and soon I was barely able to keep still. His fingers dug into my hips, guiding my rhythm, and I could feel his cock straining against his jeans. The theater was dark, everyone was focused on the screen, and I knew I should stop… but I didn’t want to.

The fact that Amy was completely unaware made it even hotter. I started rocking back, feeling him press up into me, his breath hot against my neck as he tried to keep quiet. His hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, his fingertips brushing my bare skin, and I almost gasped out loud. I bit my lip to hold back the sound, but my body was trembling with need. I didn’t care that we were just a few feet away from my best friend. I just wanted more.

I leaned back, grinding slowly, feeling every inch of him. I could tell he was trying to keep it together, but his hips were moving in time with mine now, his breath heavy in my ear. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. He let out a low groan, his hands clutching me tighter, and I could feel his cock throbbing against me.

With each slow, deliberate grind, I could feel myself getting closer. My jeans were soaked through, and I knew he could feel it too. I wanted him so badly that it hurt, and the fact that we were doing this in a packed theater, right next to my best friend, made it all the more intense. I kept grinding, rocking my hips against him until the pleasure was too much to bear.

My whole body was trembling, and when I finally came, I had to bury my face in my hands to keep from crying out. I could feel him pulsing against me, and I knew he was on the edge too. We stayed like that for a few more moments, trying to catch our breath, until I finally slid off his lap and sat between them, my heart still racing.

That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, replaying every second in my mind. Now I’m just left wondering… what would have happened if Amy hadn’t been there? Would we have gone even further? Would I have let him take me right there? I guess I’ll just have to wait and see if there’s a next time… Would you want to know what happens if there is?