Kathy at the Matinee

Mgg, mast, tease, inc.

By JimBob 
Copyright 2010

Kathy gets dumped by Laura, which prompts Kathy to meet Bob and 
Lilly, a meeting that changes her life.


  "Pull over here, Mom!  I see Laura."  I wave, but Laura doesn't
wave back.  She has just gotten out of her Dad's car, and someone
else is getting out too.

  "All right Kathy.  You have your movie money?"

  "Yes Mother."   I am a little short with Mom as she has been
asking me that same question every Sunday for the last year now.
Every since  my eighth birthday and I was first allowed to attend
the Sunday matinee by myself.  I unsnap my seat belt and jump out
after Mom unlocks the doors.

  "See you at five thirty.  Don't leave the theater.  Don't talk
to strangers. Don't mess up your good dress..."

  "Yes Mother!"  I slam the door to cut off her long list of
Don’ts.  As I hurry up the sidewalk I think, well at least she
doesn't walk me up to the door anymore.

  "HEY LAURA!  Wait up."  Who is she walking with anyway?  Its a
BOY!  Laura brought a boy to the movies!  I finally catch up,
just as they reach the ticket line.  "Hey Laura."

  ""Hi Kathy.  I see you came to the show too."  She moves around
between me and the boy.

  "Huh?"  What the heck is she talking about?   Friday at school
we agreed to try to meet here today.  "Who is your friend?"  Not
me, apparently.

  "This is Kevin.  He just moved in next door this week.  We met
Friday after I got home.  He's coming to the movies with me
today."  She turns her back on me.  "That was Kathy.  She is in
my class in school."  She isn't talking to me anymore, that's for
sure.  Kevin smiles at me over Laura's shoulder.

  "Hi Kathy."

  "Uh, Kevin, we have to get our tickets."  Laura prods Kevin and
he turns to the ticket lady before I can answer.

  "Hi." I say to their backs.

  They get their tickets and head on into the lobby.

  "Wait for me!"  Laura chooses not to hear me as she hurries
Kevin off.  The ticket lady has a snafu with my ticket and I have
to wait while she opens up the machine and fiddles a while.  When
I finally get my ticket, there is no sign of Laura or Kevin in
the lobby.  I get my popcorn with hot butter and my Milk Duds,
and head into the aisle that Laura and I always pick.  I get half
way down before I see them, sitting together in the third row
four seats in.  There are no vacant seats in that row now.  I
stand at the end until I catch Laura's eye.  She gives me a funny
"not my fault" look and raises her hands, palms up, and shrugs.
Kevin gives me a sheepish grin and then Laura turns to him and
they laugh together.

  I get the message.  Laura is not going to share.  I look at the
first three rows, looking for vacant seats or a friend.  Nobody.
The first rows are filling up fast with children, in fact, the
first four are mostly full.  I check out one seat six in, in the
fourth row, but when I get there it is saved.  I stand in the
aisle a minute.  Looks like I'll be in the fifth row.  Then I see
a man on the other end of the second row looking back at me.  Is
that one of the bad guys my Mom keeps telling me about?

  When he sees he has my attention, he makes a beckoning motion
and points to the next seat where there is a small girl standing
up.  He makes motions like putting her on his lap.  To make sure
it is me, I point to myself.  He nods.

  Decision time.  I'm not supposed to sit next to a man at the
movies.  But it is a second row seat.  The sixth row is now
mostly full.  He is a nice looking man.  He is not a dirty old
man.  He has a daughter.  And it is a second row seat.  Stuck up
Laura and her Kevin are in the third row...

  Decision made.  I nod to the man, then hurry down around the
front and step into the second seat in as the man lifts his
daughter into his lap.  The boy in the next seat in says
something to his friend next to him about "Girl Cooties" and
moves over in his seat.  I stick my tongue out at him and he
makes a face at me, then we don't look at each other anymore.  I
stay closer to the man.  He is the one who gave me the seat.

  "Hi!"  The little girl smiles at me.  "I gave you my seat!"

  "Hi.  Thank you."  I say to both of them.  "Want some popcorn?"
I offer it to both of them.  The little girl takes a hand full.

  "Lilly usually sits in my lap for the movie anyway," the man
says, "so you may as well have her seat.  I'm Bob.  What's your
name?"

  "Kathy."  The first commandment has already been busted, and
there goes the second about not talking.  Well, he is not a
stranger now is he?  I know his and his daughter's names.  We are
practically friends.   He is a better friend than Laura, anyway.
Lilly takes more popcorn and so do I.  Then I think to give the
man one of the extra napkins I have so he can wipe Lilly's hands
when she is done.

  "Thank you, ah, what is your name again?"

  "Kathy."

  "Thank you Kathy.  You are a very nice little girl to share
your popcorn with Lilly.  How old are you?"

  "I'm eight but I will be nine in just a month."

  "Wow.  You come to the movies by yourself?"

  "My Mom drops me off.  I usually sit with my friend Laura, but
she brought a new boy, and they won't sit with me now.  I guess
she's really not my friend."

  "That is too bad.  Lilly and I will love to have you sit with
us anytime."

  "Thank you, Bob.  That is nice of you."  The lights go way dim
and Bob reaches over and pats my knee a couple of times as if to
tell me he is sorry that Laura is such a snot.  Then he goes back
to holding Lilly as the cartoon comes on.  He is a nice daddy, I
think.

  Lilly and I eat all the popcorn before the regular movie
starts.  We clean our hands and then Bob leaves Lilly for me to
watch, and goes and brings back a drink for me and one for Lilly
and him.  We all drink our Coke, then Lilly lays back on his lap
and sucks her thumb.  I think maybe she is sleepy.  Bob has a
light jacket and he covers her lap.  Some of his jacket spills
over the seat arm, and down on my leg.  I don't mind.  Bob needs
the seat arm to rest his arm on.  He has Lilly to hold.  I shift
around in my seat to get comfortable and settle down to watch the
film.  I get into my favorite position, kick my sneakers off,
cross my legs, sit with my feet under me and lean back with one
knee up by each armrest.  The knee covered up by Bob's jacket
feels nice and warm, so I take my sweater off and cover my other
knee and my lap.  Bob smiles at me as I start eating my Milk
Duds.

  "Don't let Lilly see those."  Bob whispers.  "She makes a big
mess with candy."

  "I won't."  I hide the box in my lap under the sweater.  Bob
smiles at me and pats my knee under his jacket again.  He is so
nice and friendly.  He puts his hand on the arm rest, but I can
still feel the warmth of his hand so close.

  Lilly mutters something, and shifts around in Bob's lap and
kicks his hand off the arm rest.  Bob's hand lands on my knee,
and he has to leave it there because Lilly has her foot on the
armrest.

  "Sorry."

  "That's okay."

  Bob leaves his hand where it is.  His big thumb is on top of my
knee, and the fingers are down on the inside.  After a while Bob
starts to rub his fingers around on the inside of my knee.  It
feels kinda ticklish and kinda tingly.  I've felt something like
that before.  My Daddy used to hold me just like that when we
would cuddle and watch TV cartoons.  That was when I was young
and Mommy and Daddy were still married.  Oh well.  Not any more.
I dig out another Milk Dud.

  "OOH!"  I am not the only one who screams out, as the scary
looking creature jumps out towards the audience.  I find myself
clutching Bob's arm as the terrible creature snarls and shows his
fangs.  Looks like this is a scary movie.  I'm glad I got Bob.

  The boy next to me is hiding his face.  At least I'm not that
chicken.  But it is nice to have Bob to cling to.  I have pulled
Bob's hand off my knee and it is part way up on my leg now.  As
the movie continues, and the fear ebbs, I lean back in my seat.
Bob leaves his hand reassuringly on my thigh.  His palm and
fingers are warm and comforting.  When he moves his fingers the
slightest bit, I feel all kind of tingly feelings go up my thigh.
 No one has ever touched me there before except my Mom to rub sun
screen on, and that was just quick rubbing.  Bob knows how to
make his fingers do little shivery things against my smooth skin.
 At first I feel my skin quiver but I kind of like it when I get
used to it.  I look down, but I have Bob's jacket and my skirt
and sweater spread out over my legs.  No one can see the slight
motion in the dim light.  No one is looking anyway.  I dig the
last of my Milk Duds out, and throw the box on the floor.

  "You okay now?"  He whispers.

  "Yes.  That was scary!"

  "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."  Bob pats my thigh.  His
hand is higher up when he gets done, and his tickling fingers
find new untouched areas to excite.  I shiver a little with all
the tingly feelings.  Bob is moving his hand and fingers up and
down my thigh now, and each time he goes up, his hand is higher.
I am trying to concentrate on the movie, but those shivery
fingers are causing me to have tingly feeling in places I never
felt them before.

  Now I have a funny thought.  Where on your leg does good
touching end and bad touching start?  So far, all of Bob's
touching has felt really good, and I want to feel those good
feelings more, but hey, his fingers are getting pretty darn close
to my panties.  I'm almost sure the bad touching must start
around there somewhere.  Maybe all of a sudden the good feelings
will stop, and then I can tell...

  "Oh no."  The stupid girl in the movie has had a fight with her
boyfriend and she goes down in the basement in the old house all
by herself, and I just know he will be down there somewhere.
"LOOK OUT!  HERE HE COMES!"

  "EEEEK!"  The whole theater erupts into screams as he gets to
the foolish girl, and blood flies and spatters the walls.  When I
can look again it is all over and the thing is holding her
severed head high in the air as he runs back toward his lair.  I
relax my hold on Bob's arm, and then I realize what I did.  I
pulled his hand right up in between my legs, right past the bad
touching line, clear up to my panties!  Now I can feel his
fingers, all his warmth through the thin nylon.  Uh oh.  What
now?  I pulled Bob's hand up there, I can't push it away now, and
hurt his feelings, can I?  Besides, the scream woke up Lilly and
she is stirring.  Maybe Bob will have to use that hand to help
with Lilly.

  Nope.  She has settled back down.  Bob's hand is still there.
Wait a minute. This can't be bad touching, it just feels warm and
nice.  I like it.  So it is all right if he just holds his hand
there for a while.

  Whoa!  He just started moving those fingers again.  Now don't
try to tell me that is bad touching.  Talk about tingly feelings.
 This is ten times as tingly as his tickling down on my leg. That
place never feels like this when I touch down there.  Bob's
fingers are on my crack part where I pee from.  He is feeling
around and I'll bet when he realizes that his fingers are
touching on my nasty place where I pee, he will jerk his hand
away.

  At least I can relax a little now about the monster.  The whole
village is out looking for the monster with pitch forks and axes,
and he is going to be a goner soon as they catch up with him.  I
look around behind and I can barely see Laura and Kevin down the
row behind me.  They are huddled up all close together.  I'll bet
Kevin can't protect Laura the way my big Bob is protecting me.  I
move my butt around a little and Bob's fingers move too.

  "OH!"  Wow!  He has found my tickle bump.  I really jump and
grab his arm.  That little  sliding way his finger moves gives me
the biggest thrill, even through my panties.  I have to push his
finger away for a moment.  Bob just smiles at me and I let go of
his arm.  Even the boy next to me looks at me this time.  Did I
say something out loud?  I make a face at nosy boy, and he turns
back to the movie.  I have to reach down and fix my panties.  My
bump is still tingling and I have to fix it so the panties aren't
so tight on it.

  "What happened?"  Bob leans over and whispers real low.

  "That tickled."  I whisper back.  It did a lot more than
tickle, but I don't have words for how that really felt.

  "I better stop."

  "No!  I mean...  Uh, wait a minute."  I have to think about
this.  Oh, Bob has started rubbing my leg way up there again,
making it hard to think.  It is a funny feeling.  This is
probably he bad stuff my Mom and the teachers have talked about.
I wish I had listened more better.  But it was all so boring!  I
like fun stuff.  Bob's big hand tickling me in the movie is fun,
and I don't want to think about good or bad touching anymore.  I
want to have fun.  "You can do that."  I tell Bob quietly.  Mom
and the teachers will never know, 'cause I'm sure not ever gonna'
tell them.

  "Thanks.  You are a sweetheart."  Bob's big finger moves back
up, but when it gets to my panties, the finger wiggles around,
and goes underneath, right up into the leg hole.  When I fixed my
panties, I pulled them loose and now he has room inside the leg
hole, cause it is not tight anymore.  I feel a man's finger on my
bare skin down there for the very first time.  He touches all
over the two sides and up above my tickle bump but not on it. His
finger is warm and smooth on its tip.  It goes a little way into
my crack, and a little way up. but Bob is not touching my tickle
bump again, not yet.

  "Oh oh!"  I have to grab Bob's arm again.  A little village
girl about my age has left the safety of her home because she had
left her doll out by her swing set.  She sneaks out to save it. 
The monster sees her and is sneaking up on her.  Oh no!  He is
going to get her!  I have to hide my face behind Bob's big arm,
because it is almost like the monster is sneaking up on me!   She
is my age, and my same size.  Oh, I have such a feeling of terror
and thrill at the same time.  I peek.  There is a man with an ax
who sees the little girl.  He does not see the monster yet, but
he stays and keeps an eye on he girl as she looks for her doll. 
All the kids are yelling, telling the man where the monster is,
but he can't hear them.  I am feeling such a thrill, I can hardly
stand it.  "Ooh!"  I lean forward, and Bob's finger goes right up
my crack and his bare finger rubs over my bare tickle bump.  I
lean back and pull his arm up against me.  His finger is rubbing
my bump.  I can't stand the thrill!  The monster comes up close
to the girl.  I hide my face.  I peek.  The man finally sees the
monster.  He runs up behind him with his ax raised.  The monster
reaches for the little girl who looks up and screams.  So do I.
So does all the children in the audience.

  "EEEEEK!"  I feel the thrill of terror with everyone else, and
I feel a greater thrill that I'll bet no other person in the
audience feels.  The ax strikes and the monster's eyes roll back
in his head as the ax blade comes down through his skull right
between them.  The scene fades out and every child in the
audience relaxes.  Except for one.  Me.  My thrill continues with
that sliding, rubbing finger.  The movie ends.  The credits roll
and finally Bob relents, and lets me come back down.  I don't
want to.  I chase his retreating finger with my hips, trying to
keep the touch, that good/bad touch, the pressure and the thrill.
 I was about to...  Ah, to I know not what.  Something. Something
new.  Something big.  There was something lurking in the pit of
my stomach, right inside where Bob's finger was so busy.  Like
the monster, it was almost ready to come out.  But the movie
ended too soon.

  "Nooo."  I moan to Bob.  I try to hold his arm, to pull it
back.

  "There is another movie today.  Wait, okay?  The lights..." 
Bob murmurs to me, as the lights slowly get bright and everyone
looks around, blinking.

  "Oh!  Yes.  I forgot."  I give Bob back his arm.  I put my
cramped legs down and carefully search for my sneakers with my
stocking feet.  I slip them on before they get trampled by
children heading for bathroom and snack bar.

  "How did that feel?"  Bob leans over close and asks in a low
voice as he pulls his jacket into his lap.

  "Terrific.  I almost, ah, I almost,... fainted."  I don't know
what I almost did, I never did that before.  I give Bob my best
smile.  "I'm glad you are here today."  I slip my sweater on as a
sudden urge hits me.  "I have to go to the bathroom.  I'll be
right back.  Save my seat?"

  "Sure.  Lilly will be glad to."  I see Lilly is awake from the
noise and the lights.

  "Be right back."  I sure don't want to lose that place.  I slip
out and I head for the Girls bathroom.  I look for Laura and
Kevin in the lobby, but I don't see them.  Laura probably won't
leave him alone, and they would lose their seats if they both
went out.  I hope Laura has to pee really bad.  I go into the
girl's door, and there are lines inside for the three toilets.  I
just kind of wait a while, and the lines get shorter, and then I
get in the shortest one.  When I am in the stall, it feels good
to sit down and pee.  I take some paper and wipe very carefully.
My tickle bump is swollen but it sure doesn't feel any different
when I touch it.  I hold my crack open and wipe out some slimy
moisture that is down by my other hole.  Virgina or vagina or
some such thing Mom calls it.  It does that wet stuff sometimes
lately when I rub my tickle bump for fun.  Sometimes my boobs
feel itchy funny too.

  Some bigger girl raps on the door and tells me to, "hurry up."

  "In a minute,"  I say, and reach back to flush.  As I start to
get up and pull up my panties, I have a thought.  "Yes!  He'll
sure be surprised."  I sit back down and skin my panties down my
legs and off over my sneakers.  I wad them up in a small ball,
and stick them in my sweater pocket.  I can't help it, I giggle
out loud when I think how surprised Bob will be.  I open the door
and smile at the big girl as she and the two other girls in line
give me a dirty look.

  "Talking to your self in there?"  She asks in a snotty voice.

  "Yep."  I say cheerfully.  I feel pretty darn good.  My dress
feels funny rubbing on my bare hips and butt.  That reminds me of
how Bob's finger felt.  Yes.  I feel pretty darn good.  And it is
only going to get better.  Down the stairs and no sign of Laura.
The popcorn smells good but I got no money left.

  Oops, I am so used to going through that door.  I'm in the
wrong aisle.  what the heck, I think I'll go on down and check on
old Laura and Kevin and walk on around the front.  I see Kevin
has a seat open next to him.  Laura calls out to me as I come
past their row.
  "That seat is taken."

  "Don't want it.  I got a better seat."  I go on down and know
they are watching me as I walk around to my seat by Bob.  He
picks Lilly up as I slide past his knees into my seat.  The boy
next to me frowns at me.  I turn my back on him.  I'm going to
talk to Bob and Lilly until the movie starts.  Lilly is awake and
playful and she plays some patty cake games with me.  She is so
smart.  She can count to ten, and she is only three.  Bob tells
me she can count to twenty but she has to take her shoes off.  I
guess it is a joke, but I don't get it.  I'm not good on jokes.

  The crummy music they are playing goes off, and the light dims
down.  Bob tells Lilly to settle down and be quiet, and we get
set to watch the other movie.  This one is a thing like a
cartoon, but not really funny.  Lilly likes cartoons so she sits
up on Bob's lap and watches it.

  "I hope this one has no monster."  Bob says to me.  "I think
you left fingerprints on my arm."  He rubs it and then grabs my
knee with his hand and squeezes.  Lilly leans back against his
chest, and he spreads the coat over her lap, and his legs and
part of it falls over the seat arm.  I know he is gonna do it
again.  He practically promised me he would.

  I take off my sweater and drape it over my lap, and I sit with
one leg straight and the one closest to Bob bent with the foot
behind my other knee.  Before I settle down, I pull my dress out
from under my rear end, so it is all loose.  The fabric of the
seat feels funny on my bare legs and bare butt.  I have to wiggle
around to get used to it.

  I act like I am interested in the movie, but I am really
watching Bob out of the corner of my eye.  When he covers Lilly,
his lap and my leg with his jacket, I see him put his hand on the
armrest under his coat.  Then I feel his hand slip over on to my
knee again.  I almost jump off the seat with the thrill that goes
up my back.  He gives my knee a little squeeze this time, and
then he slides his hand right up in between my legs, pulling my
dress up with it.  His hand is hot on my bare thigh.  I feel the
thrill and tingle up there already and the fingers are not even
there yet.

  Boy, is he gonna be surprised!  Now his fingers reach where my
panty leg should be.  Ha ha, Bob, no panties!  I can't help it, I
giggle to think about how surprised he is when his hand starts
patting around my hip and on my private place looking for my
panties.  I giggle louder because his hand tickles.  He really
gives me a big smile when he is sure I got no panties on.

  The boy next to me looks at me because the movie does not have
a funny part here, and no one else is laughing.  He mutters
something about stupid girls and turns back to the movie.  I may
be a stupid girl, but I am feeling good things now that he won't
ever feel.  Bob has settled his hand right down on my crack
place, and has found my tickle spot and is pushing his finger
around the bump.

  "You sure gave me a good surprise!"  Bob tells me in a low
voice.  "Where are your panties?  Do you like me to play with
your clit?"

  "In my sweater pocket.  What is my clit?"

  "This."  Bob rubs my bump, making me gasp.  "This is your
clitoris."

  "Oh Yes!"  Oh yes I like it, and oh yes, Mommy told me that
name too.  I forgot.  "I like it.  Do that on my clit."

  "Ssshh!  Be quiet!"  The annoying boy next to me speaks again.
But it is my fault this time.

  "Sorry."

  After a while, Bob takes his finger off my clit, and puts it on
my crack and rubs.  Oh oh, If he finds that wet stuff he won't
like it.  It kind of smells a little sometimes.  He pushes his
finger in a little and down a little and yes, there it is.  He
finds the wet stuff but he doesn't pull his finger out.  He
wiggles it around in the wet, slimy stuff and all of a sudden,
his finger slides in my crack real easy.  Bob seems to know all
about this kind of thing, because he goes right to my other hole.
  Not the one the pee comes out, but my other bigger hole.  I
don't ever do anything to it because I stuck a finger in there
once and it kind of hurt down there.  I just rub my clit
sometimes now.  Clit.  I like that word.  I better not use it in
front of my Mom though.  She wants me to use proper words.  Like
virgina.  Girls have a virgina and boys have a peanuts.  I've
only seen a baby's peanuts once.  In the girls bathroom at Target
store.  His mother was changing his diaper.

  "Ouch!"  Bob was rubbing his finger around in my bottom crack,
and when he got back to my front crack, he stuck his big finger
right up inside of my other hole, my virgina.  It stung like the
devil when he first did it, but now it is all right.

  "Sorry.  I thought I should check out your vagina."

  Vagina!  That's it!  Mom says my hole is my vagina.  Darn it, I
have to remember those names.  Bob's finger in my vagina feels
funny too, and yet it stings when he pushes and makes the hole
stretch.  How did he get his big finger in there anyway?  Now he
is shoving it in farther.  Ouch.  Enough of the checking already!
 Do my clit, Bob.

  Ow.  Ow.  Ow.  It hurts and feels tingly at the same time,
cause he is pushing on my clit with his hand too.  He does his in
and out thing about twenty times, and then he pulls it all the
way out.  He pulls his hand all the way out from under my dress
and holds it up by his face.  Is he smelling it?

  Eeew!  He was smelling it, and now he is licking it all over
with his tongue.  Men and boys are just disgusting, that's for
sure.  Wait until I tell Laur...  No.  She isn't my friend
anymore.  I better never tell anyone about this.

  Bob is moving Lilly over on the other side of his lap.  Now he
is doing something in his lap under his jacket.  He reaches over
in my lap and pulls my hand under his jacket into his lap.  What
is going on?

  Oh.  That big thing is his peanuts.  He has it out of his pants
and it is BIG!  Hot too.  He is wrapping my fingers around the
long part of it.  He squeezes my fingers around it and I feel the
soft skin with all the heat and hardness inside.  It kind of
jumps around too.  He pulls and pushes to make my hand and the
loose skin go up and down.  The backs of my fingers rub on Lily's
hip.  Lilly sits up to investigate and the jacket falls away.  I
can see Bob's big peanuts in the dim light from the screen.  So
can Lilly.

  "My Daddy!"  Lilly grabs the big purple end of Bob's peanuts in
her small hand.

  "It's all right, Lilly.  You can share Daddy's penis with
Kathy."  Bob covers his lap back up again.  Lilly leans back and
holds on to her part of it.  I hold on to my part too.

  "Penis."  I kind of say it to myself.  Penis, not peanuts. 
That baby's little thing looked like a peanut, that was what
threw me off.  This was what Mom told me as we were going out the
bathroom door.  Penis.  I just was thinking peanut.  Bob's thing
sure don't look like no peanut.  It's so big!

  "Do it like this."  Bob tells me in a whisper as he shows me
how to move my hand.  "Rub up and down the shaft.  Lilly knows
how to do the head."  Bob must think I have caught on, because he
moves his hand under my arm and back down into my lap, under the
jacket and my sweater, and first he explores all my parts down
there, legs, hips, seat, lower belly.  That tickles!  And
finally, back to my clit.

  When Bob touches my clit I come right up off the seat.  Bob has
arranged my legs so my feet are together up on the front of the
seat, my knees are spread out so each one is touching an armrest,
and my crack is wide open for him to pick up my slick juice on
his finger.  This makes it easy for his finger to rub my clit
real fast and hard.

  The thrill monster that was down behind where Bob's finger is
on my clit  comes out again.  I am trying to find the place where
I can get the most tickle and tingle from that finger.   All my
muscles in my hips and butt and thighs are working to keep my
private part following his finger around.  I forget the movie, I
have no idea what it is about anyway.  I close my eyes and throw
back my head and I watch the changing colored lights against my
eyelids.  I gasp and pant and moan, and I hear the boy next to me
making noises of disgust.  I guess he thinks I've gone to sleep
and I'm snoring or having a bad dream or something.  I don't care
what he thinks.  I am too far gone to think.  There is only me,
my thrill monster, and that finger left.  I can only remember to
move my hand on Bob"s big old penis once in a while.  Lilly
sometimes touches my hand to remind me.  She is still doing
whatever she does to the head part.  Bob likes it because I can
feel his lap move around just like mine is.  Lilly is moving
around and making little noises too, like me, so I think Bob must
have his other hand on her clit under her little skirt.  Bob
starts doing his finger on my clit really fast.  That good
feeling I had before is coming back, real strong.  I gasp and
moan.

  "Come on baby, cum for me."  Bob whispers it in my ear.  Hot
finger, hot breath.

  "Ooh." I can't stand it anymore.  The monster is out.  My parts
are all so tender down there that I must push Bob's finger away
with my other hand.  I see pin wheels and stars and fireworks on
the inside of my eyelids that have nothing to do with the movie's
flickering light.  I guess I must have "cum" for Bob.  The good
feeling has peaked and spread like a fire through all my private
parts and up into my belly.  Now it is starting to subside, and I
am aware that Bob has moved his hand back to my hand under his
jacket.

  He is moving my hand up and down real fast.  Suddenly I feel
Bob's penis start to swell and jerk and Lilly gives a little
squeal and some warm, slimy wet stuff runs down over my hand
where my fingers are wrapped around the shaft.  Bob moves my hand
three more times, and then takes a hankie from his other hand and
starts catching and wiping up the slimy stuff.

  "Don't be scared," Bob whispers to me.  "That's just from my
cum and we can clean it up."

  "Oh," I whisper back.  "I think I had a cum too."

  "Yeah!  You did."

  "Did Lilly?"

  "Nah.  She's too young yet for a real one.  But she gets good
feelings."

  Lilly hears us whisper and turns her head to watch us.  She is
licking her hand off!  The hand she had on his penis head when it
was gooshing out that cum stuff!

  "Eeeew!  Look at Lilly!"

  "That's all right.  She likes the taste.  She sucks me off
sometimes and swallows it."

  I try to picture Bob's big penis in Lilly's small mouth, but I
cannot do it.  Especially when the cum stuff is running out.  It
is just too odd and too nasty and gross for my mind to take it
in.  Eeeew!  I just shake my head.

  "Don't knock it if you haven't tried it."

  I have no idea what Bob is talking about.  I know I'll never
try it, never in a thousand years.

  As I look around, I become aware that the movie is about over,
and there has been a lot of laughter and chatter the last few
minutes that drowned out all our whispering.  I bend over to get
my shoes and Bob's jacket slips off his lap, so I pick it up too.
 As I go to put it on his lap, I look for his penis sticking up.
It is gone!  Where his big hard penis used to be is this little
short stubby thing, the big shaft is gone, the big purple head is
gone.  Only about a fourth of it is left.  Bob stuffs it back in
his pants before anybody sees it.

  "What happened to it?"  I point.

  "After I come I lose my hard on.  My erection."

  "Because all that stuff ran out?"

  "Well, yeah.  Kind of.  But mostly because I had a cum.  Like
you did."

  I quick feel under my dress.  "Mine is still the same size."
Gee, I was  scared stiff there for a minute.

  "Let me see."

  A command from an adult must be obeyed without thinking.  I
think just enough to check on the boy next to me.  I'm not about
to show him anything.  I slowly raise my dress and Bob and Lilly
and I look at my private parts.  The light isn't good, and I have
my legs together so there isn't much to see.  Just my crack place
and the tick...  Er, clitoris which is still swollen and tender,
and my puffy lips.

  "Okay,  That is a nice pussy."

  "Kay.  Nice pussy."  Lilly echoes.  Bob and I laugh.

  I slip my shoes on, and I say so long to Bob and Lilly.  I
hurry out to the bathroom to put my panties on before it gets
crowded.

  I am one of the first people out of the theater, and I see
Mom's car a little way down the street.  I open the door and get
in, and as I close the door, I see some of Bob's cum stuff is on
the back of my hand between my finger and thumb.  Mom sees it
too, and I quick put the hand to my mouth and lick it off before
she gets a good look.

  "What was that, Dear?"  Mom asks.

  "Oh, It was some of that funny butter stuff they put on the
popcorn today.  I must have missed it when I wiped my hands."

  "You ought to be more careful, Dear.  You could have got it on
your dress."

  Oh boy, it isn't bad enough I have to be sitting here with some
of Bob's cum stuff on my tongue, tasting it.  While I'm trying to
decide whether to swallow or spit it out, I have to get the dress
lecture too.

  "Yes, Mom."  Oh my God!  Bob and Lilly walk by the car, and
Lilly spots me, turns and points and waves at me.  I have to wave
back.  Bob just glances and looks away.

  Mom sees Lilly too.  Here it comes... ..
  "Who is that, Dear?"

  "Just a little girl I met in the lobby.  Her name is Lilly. 
Her Daddy takes her to see the Sunday movies.  She is real smart.
She is only three and she can count to ten.  Her Daddy said she
can count to twenty, but she has to take her shoes off."

  Mom laughs and starts the car.  A good thing I remembered that
joke.  But Mom ain't done yet.

  "Just remember, Dear.  Don't talk to strange men."

  "Yeah, Mom.  I don't."

Mom pulls away from the curb.  For a moment or so, I wonder what
happened to that bit of Bob's cum stuff I had on my tongue.  I
don't remember swallowing it, but it is gone.  I didn't spit it
out.  I guess that makes me just as nasty and gross as Bob and
Lilly.  Oh well, I don't care.



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them. Do not try to emulate any characters.  They are all
figments of my overactive imaginaion, and do not exist in real
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