Tease (Tease 1)

I sighed with relief as the lights dimmed and the movie started. Hell, I didn’t even know what we were seeing. I was too focused on my rock-hard dick.

“Do you ever wear panties?” I shot back, chuckling.

I put my hand on her thigh, my fingers working their way under her loose, flowing, ice-blue dress. She breathed in as my fingers ran along the length of her bare pussy. She wore the black bob wig again today, though she had foregone the oversized sunglasses.

“I want my mouth on those wet lips, Beth, but you have to be quiet, okay? Can you handle that?” I asked, my finger entering her.

She tensed and nodded violently, incapable of stringing words together for a reply.

On my knees, I lifted her dress as she positioned her legs over the arms of her chair. She clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a moan as I ran my tongue along the length of her wet pussy, well aware of the couple sitting directly in front of us in the next row.

Shh, I mouthed to her, and she nodded, her eyes wide.

Her knees locked against the sides of my head as I worked my tongue back inside her. Slipping my hand under her ass, I lifted her pussy higher to give me better access. I began to suck her clit, trying my best to do so quietly. Glancing up, I saw she was biting her arm. I chuckled. As hard as it was for me to do this quietly, it was ten times harder for her.

“Oh,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, as my tongue moved in and out of her. Her hands ran furiously through my hair as she arched her back, pushing herself further onto my tongue. Her foot began to pound on my shoulder as I circled her clit, her taste and her smell engulfing me.

“Oh!” she cried, this time louder. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on her lip as she came, hard. I gently licked the length of her pussy over and over until she pushed me away, too sensitive to handle any more.

“Was that okay?” I whispered, getting back into my seat.

Her expression said it all.

Chuckling, I leaned over, my lips meeting hers. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” I muttered as her tongue wrapped around mine.

“Holy shit, Coop,” she breathed, looking at me in awe. “Come on.” She jumped up, and moved along the empty seats until she stood at the exit to the theatre.

I quickly moved to follow her. “I thought you wanted to see a movie,” I smirked.

She rolled her eyes. “You know I had no intention of sitting through that,” she giggled. “So, that was fun, huh?” She grinned at me.

I nodded, running my tongue over my lips. “I think the word is hot.”

“Do you wanna get a drink? If you’re not too busy.” She looked at me hopefully.

I nodded. “Sure. How about there?” I pointed to a diner across the road.

We walked across the road and sat down in the near-deserted diner. The waitress came over and we ordered milkshakes, both chocolate.

“Thanks for that, Coop. That has kind of been something I’ve been wanting to do for awhile.” She giggled, her cheeks flushing red.

“The pleasure was all mine. You know how much I love your pussy,” I murmured, my eyes on hers.

She glanced down, almost embarrassed, which was so unlike her.

The waitress came back with our drinks.

“How come I’ve never been to your house?” Beth piped up.

“Um, I don’t know,” I replied, surprised. None of my clients came to my house. But then Beth was a friend, too, so maybe it was strange she’d never been to my home.

“Maybe we could catch up over the weekend? Just as friends,” she added quickly, a blush creeping across her cheeks.

“Now is not a good time. I kind of have someone staying with me, and explaining you would be impossible.” I could just imagine Mia’s reaction to having a triple-platinum nineteen-year-old singer hanging out at my place.

Beth stared at me curiously, her expression breaking into a smile. “It’s a chick, and you like her!” she announced.

“I don’t like her,” I argued. “We’re friends.”