The three of us planned a chill movie night at a retro theater downtown my best friend, her boyfriend, and me. We managed to get some last-minute tickets for a late-night show, and I thought it would be just a typical outing. What I didn’t expect was how packed the place would be when we arrived. There were only two seats left together and one more a few rows behind them.

I was about to sit by myself when her boyfriend suggested something crazy: I could just sit on his lap. I laughed it off, but my friend jumped in, insisting it was fine. It sounded innocent enough, right? Just squeezing in, no big deal.

But from the moment I settled on his lap, things felt... different. He immediately put his hands on my hips, adjusting me like I was a puzzle piece he was determined to fit perfectly. The second I felt him shift beneath me, I knew he wasn’t just being friendly. I tried to ignore it, tried to keep my breathing steady and my movements minimal, but it was impossible to pretend I didn’t notice. Every slight shift, every time I adjusted to get comfortable, I could feel his reaction.

I told myself it was nothing, just a little tension between us. But then his hands tightened on my hips, fingers digging in as if he were holding himself back. It was so subtle, so controlled, and it sent a shiver through me. My heart started pounding, and I could feel heat pooling between my thighs. What made it worse was that my best friend was sitting right there next to us, oblivious to everything.

The more I tried to stay still, the more unbearable it got. I started shifting, just a little, but enough to feel him getting harder beneath me. His grip on my hips grew firmer, and I realized I was matching his movements without even thinking. Each tiny grind, each subtle push against him, sent little jolts of pleasure through me. I bit my lip, trying not to gasp, trying not to make a sound as my body betrayed me.

The movie was playing, but I couldn’t focus on a single second of it. All I could think about was the hard length pressed against my ass, the way his fingers tightened whenever I moved just right. I knew this was wrong. I knew I should stop. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not when every little grind made my pulse race and my panties wetter.

Then his hand slid beneath the hem of my shirt, fingertips brushing the bare skin of my waist. It was such a simple touch, but it sent a wave of desire crashing through me. I felt my breath hitch, and I rocked my hips just a little harder, pushing back against him. His hand tightened on my waist, and I could feel his chest rise and fall faster against my back. My best friend had no idea what was happening inches away from her, and that made it even hotter.

Suddenly, I leaned back, pressing harder against him. His lips brushed against my ear, and I could feel his warm breath as he struggled to keep his composure. I wasn’t even thinking anymore. I was lost in the moment, in the thrill of knowing I could make him lose control. I ground down against him again, and his fingers dug into my waist as he stifled a groan.

I was so close, so unbelievably turned on, and I could tell he was too. The thought of what would happen if we were alone, if we could let go completely, consumed me. All I wanted was to keep going, to push him to the edge and then tip over it with him.

My friend laughed at something on the screen, and I nearly jumped. I froze, trying to catch my breath, my heart hammering. But instead of stopping, Karl’s hand slid lower, gripping me even tighter as he ground his hips up into me. It was slow, deliberate, and it was everything I needed to push me right to the brink.

My entire body was trembling, and I knew if I didn’t stop, I’d lose it right there in front of her. But even as I tried to calm myself, to still my body, I couldn’t. I was too far gone, too desperate. All I could think about was the feel of his hands on me, his hardness beneath me, and the forbidden thrill of what we were doing.

So I kept going, slowly rocking against him, pretending I was watching the movie when really I was on the verge of coming apart. It was crazy. It was reckless. And it was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.