The Roommate's Baby

Finally, I see her coming up the escalator toward me, and I swear a trapdoor opens up in the bottom of my heart, and any sense I had left falls straight through it.

She looks fucking gorgeous.

She's wearing a strappy little dress that I don't remember ever seeing before—is it new? And she's carrying her tiny purse—her date purse, we always joked, because the rest of the time she carries this enormous, ugly men's briefcase, because it holds more of her stuff.

When she reaches my side, she grins up at me. She reaches up, and for a second I think she's going to touch my arm. Instead, she grabs her popcorn bucket from me.

"Caramel corn," she says, still smiling. "You remembered."

"Of course." I snort and roll my eyes. "We've only been doing this every month for years."

She catches my eye, and her cheeks go a little red. "Right. Of course. So... Should we get tickets?"

"Already got them." I pass her hers, and she stares at it for a moment before setting off toward the theater.

"Thanks. I'll get them next time," she promises.

"Don't worry about it," I reply, even as part of me thinks, Next time.

Inside, we make our way to the seats we normally choose—center and middle, best in the house. I sit beside her and savor the scent of her perfume, the sight of her leg, which she jiggles nervously, inches from mine.

"How was your trip?" she asks, her tone formal.

"Great," I lie. "How was work this week?"

"Great," she echoes.

Finally, as the previews begin, I decide I can't take it anymore. I slip a hand over to rest on her knee, and stop her shaking. She freezes. Glances at me in the dim light reflected from the theater screen.

"So tell me," I murmur as I lean in close toward her. At the same time, I let my hand slide up her thigh. I can't sit this close to her and not touch her. I just can't. Caution be damned. "Did you miss having my cock inside you while I was gone?"

Her lips part, and her eyes flutter half-closed in distraction. I watch her gaze dart from my hand to my mouth, until finally she meets my eyes with her pale blue ones, the hunger already evident in them. "I definitely missed your cock," she whispers.

My mouth quirks into a sideways grin. "And maybe me?" I lift a brow.

"Maybe you too," she admits, and I can't let it show, but fuck, that statement sends a pulse straight to my groin, makes me start to harden against the seam of my jeans.

In front of us, the movie begins, but we're both distracted now. I slide my hand farther up her leg, and slip it under the hem of her dress. She casts a quick, furtive glance around the theater, but I've already checked. There's only a couple other people here, in the back row, far enough away that as long as we're quiet, no one should notice.

"Just be careful not to be as loud as you usually are when I make you come," I whisper in her ear, and I grin when she gasps and tenses against me in response. My hand reaches her panties, and I press my fingers against the thin fabric, tracing the outline of her pussy through them. Fuck, I've missed this. The feeling of her going tense in anticipation—not to mention her perfect fucking pussy, so tight and already wet for me. I can feel her even through the fabric of her panties—not that they're particularly sturdy. It feels like I could rip this pair easily.

I want to. I want to tear them off and pull her onto my lap, make her straddle me right here.

But that might disturb our fellow movie-goers in the back row. So I settle for slowly circling my finger against her, still through her panties, savoring her faint, breathy gasps against my cheek as I do.

"You have the perfect pussy, Rina, you know that?" I murmur softly. "I can't get enough of touching you. Feeling you... tense." I slip my finger under her panties then, wriggle them to one side to allow me full access to her. She gasps again as I part her lower lips and slide a finger between.

I take my time, the way I love to with her. So often with other girls I just want to get straight to the point—enough foreplay to warm them up, but then I want to get the job done. But with Rina? With Rina I want the foreplay to last forever. I want to make her come again and again, I want to make her beg for my cock before I give it to her, and then, even after I do, I want to make her keep coming for me, to see the sexy, longing, lost look she always wears when she orgasms. Not to mention to hear her scream. I love her voice. Especially when she calls my name.

While I continue to finger her, I lean down to kiss her neck, her jawline, the curve of her cheek. I trail my lips along her earlobe, suck her earring between my teeth and bite down on her lobe, gently, just hard enough to make her suck in her breath. At the same time, I add a second finger to her slit, coating both in her juices, slowly.

Then I press my forefinger against her opening, and begin to press it, inch by inch, into her pussy.

She moans softly.

I grin against her neck, and turn to whisper in her ear. "Ah, ah. Remember, we're not alone in here..."

She clamps her lips together and shoots me a look that's half-frustrated, half-turned on. "It's hard to be quiet when you..." She breaks off, because I choose that moment to slide a second finger into her pussy.

She manages not to gasp—only just. I see the effort it takes her, and it makes me grin like hell. "When I what, Rina? When I have my fingers in your sexy little pussy?"

She swallows hard. And then, she does something I don't expect.

She reaches across and undoes my zipper, in one smooth motion.

I lift a brow. She holds my gaze steady, challenging, as she slips her hand under the hem of my boxers and reaches down to touch my cock.

She finds me rock hard already, of course. Just like every time I'm in the same room as her. I can't help it. It's a natural reaction.

She grins at me, though, clearly pleased with her find, and wraps her fingers around the base of my shaft.

In response, I gently ease a third finger into her pussy. Her eyes go wide, and her mouth parts in surprise—lit by the distant flickering light of the movie screen. But I know she can handle three fingers. She can handle my thick cock, after all. This has to be easy in comparison.

Still, I start out slow, curling my fingers inside her and easing them in and out, just a couple centimeters at a time at first.

She eases back into her seat, and then she starts to give as good as she gets. She tightens her fist around my cock and begins to stroke me, back and forth, the same pace that I'm stroking her pussy.

I curve my fingers upward, so they graze along her inner wall, along the sensitive little nub of her G-spot. Her hips buck in her seat when I graze it at first, but she manages to keep quiet, clamp her lips shut over her instinctive moan. And she begins to stroke me faster too, reaching across with her other hand to use both fists, wrapped tight enough around me that, I have to admit, I suck in a breath too, caught off guard.

I can't remember the last time a girl gave me a hand job like this. It makes me feel like a teenager, sneaking around in the backseat of a car parked outside our parents' house or something. And, I have to admit, it's strangely sexy in this setting—in the darkened theater, lit only by the flickers of whatever high-speed car chase is happening on the screen, and witnessed by the poor schmucks in the back row with us.

I get harder thinking about that—about how fucking dirty Rina is willing to be. She's as hungry for me as I am for her, and she's willing to do this in public, get each other off with potential witnesses right there.

God, this woman drives me wild.

I move my hand faster, letting my thumb graze her clit on every inward stroke of my fingers. She falters for a moment, almost loses her grip on my shaft in her distraction. Then she runs her thumb across the tip of my cock, collecting the bead of precum that's gathered there, and keeps stroking my shaft, faster, harder.

I press a little harder against her front wall, just enough to hit her G-spot on every stroke. It doesn't take long before she's bucking in her seat. This time, she does lose her grip on me, and almost all

of her control. She moans, loud, and I catch her mouth in a deep kiss to muffle it. She breaks off, eyes shut, body quivering beside me as her pussy tightens and releases around my fingers, spasming with the force of her climax.

I grin when we break apart, my eyebrows lifted. "What did we say about being quiet?" I ask, with a soft tsk.

She responds by sliding off her seat and between my knees.

My eyebrows rise as she peels my legs apart and yanks my jeans down my legs, forcefully enough to make me lift up my ass and let her yank down my boxers too. Then, before I can say anything else, she leans across my lap and slides my cock between her lips.