Dan And Dana Pt 01

Hi everyone, this is my first ever story. My coming out of the drawer, if you will. It's part one of a multi-episode story. I would love to hear feedback in the comments or in my dm! Thanks!

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Part 1 - A Night At the Movies

I found my seat and sat down, frustrated. My friend, Guy, just bailed on me with some sorry excuse. It was his idea to go see a documentary about Queen. Then after I had already got to the cinema, I saw a text from him saying that his parents needed his help fixing something and he couldn't come, but he'd sent me my ticket in case I wanted to catch the movie anyway.

What a fucking joke. I don't even like fucking Queen. I only agreed to go with him because it had been a month since Jenny broke up with me after a year, saying she wasn't satisfied with our sex anymore. She broke my heart and my dick with one fell swoop. Now, after a month of staying home and feeling sorry for myself, I knew I needed to step out into the world again, no matter the occasion. It was a lame outing for a Friday night, but hey, a lame outing is better than none, right?

So, I grabbed some popcorn and soda and found my seat. The cinema was basically empty, except for some hardcore fans at the front. Great, what a pathetic turn of events. Going alone to the movies, with some weirdoes as a company. FML.

As the lights went out, the ads and trailers passed, and finally, the documentary started. The iconic line "Is this the real life or is that fantasy...?" was the opening quotation and music. Really? A Queen documentary starting with Bohemian Rhapsody? How fucking original...

Suddenly, a movement to my left. A late group whispered as they tried to find seats in the dark. Phone lights on. Delightful. And, of course, of all the rows and seats, they had to sit right next to me. "Sorry about that," said a sweet and high voice. I turned to look and saw that a group of five girls and one boy had taken their seats to my left.

From what I could see in the dark, the girl who sat right next to me had straight brown hair and light skin, and she was wearing a spaghetti tank top and jeans. She wore thick and heavy perfume that young women like to put on, thinking its alluring. It smelled cheap to me, but I have to admit it had an almost immediate effect on my sex-hungry, lonely, broken-hearted me. Damn, how easy it was to catch my attention.

As she settled into her seat, her forearm brushed against mine. At first, I thought that was an accident. It seemed pretty naïve and natural until it happened again after a minute or so. And again. That was not your usual contest for armrest space, but more like light, inviting touches. I decided to test if my instincts were correct. I took my forearm off the armrest and let her occupy it entirely. Then I started my own light touches on hers as if trying to regain lost territory.

I was right. When my armrest partner didn't budge, I took it further. I gently caressed her forearm with my fingers, then my fingernails. Still, there was no reaction from her, except for goosebumps and what appeared to me as shorter breaths. I went up to her arm. As I was on my way down, she started moving her forearm to her thigh, so when I got back to her forearm, it was sitting in a more alluring location. My caressing went down to her hand, her fingers, and her jeans covered her thigh.

Ok, reality check. Is this really happening? Am I being a creep, or is this the stuff of fantasies? My dick was rock hard (lucky it was in a dark movie hall!) and demanded satisfaction. As Freddy Mercury sang at that moment, "Don't stop me now!". My hand started caressing her thigh, up and down, fingernails applied. I stopped at the precipice of delving into her inner thighs for another reality check and was relieved that I was answered with widened hips as if saying, "You are clear to land." Music to my eyes.

Breaking my slow and tender pace, my hand shot for her pussy, over her jeans, trying to get as much contact as possible through two layers of fabric. My god, her pussy was hot. As I massaged it over her jeans, I could sense wetness building up below. She started moving anxiously in her seat. After a minute or so of this touching and soft moans coming from her seat, she couldn't take it anymore. In a rushed movement, she opened the button of her jeans and unzipped it, giving me access to the following levels.

My cock was throbbing and pressing hard against my pants. I could feel pre-cum drops oozing from it. Fuck, I was horny, and this was one of the hottest things that ever happened to me. The movie was only a distraction for us as this surprising erotic encounter was developing. Did I mention that I hate fucking Queen?

I inserted my fingers down her skinny tight jeans, feeling her soaking panties and giving her a more direct touch of her pussy. Finally, I was able to locate her clit (over the jeans, in the dark, it's pretty difficult) and give it the rubbing it deserved, extracting more moans out of her. That was manifestly more arousing for her, as after 30 seconds, she whispered to me hungrily, "Put them in!". Her first words to me since that "Sorry!".

I didn't need a second prompt and put my hand down her panties, too. It was magnificent. She was exuding heat and wetness, which clung to her lush pubic hair (which I always find more alluring than bald pussies, something my ex, Jenny, never could grasp). At that point, I realized that I had to change hands, as fingering her with my left would be inconvenient at best. I turned to her, pulled down her jeans a bit and offered her cunt my right hand, aiming to deliver forbidden pleasure.

She was surprised at my boldness, looking at her friend on her left, who appeared to be giggling but getting the hint to cover her from the other group members. I was so turned on by the situation that I hadn't even considered how depraved and careless we were being. But after seeing the hungry look on my random partner's face and feeling my aching erection, I really did not care.

We Are the Champions was starting. One finger slipped in easily, exploring her hot and wet entrance. Then, a second. She was squirming in her seat. Ok. Time to get to work. My two fingers found her g-spot as my thumb rubbed her engorged clit. I started slowly, teasingly, letting the song's mellow beginning guide me, but her quickened movements and louder moans made it clear that gentle and tender are not welcome anymore. As the chorus was nearing, my fingers started moving at an increasing speed and intensity, milking the rugged bulge behind her pelvic bone. At the same time, my thumb pressed even more into her clit, finding that inner hidden substrate. Her head bent tightly into my shoulder, biting my shirt, trying to stifle her moans and whimpers; all the while, the squelching noises from her vagina were muffled by the music and people speaking on screen, only audible to us and her protective friend.

It didn't take long for her climax to become imminent. "You're going to make me come," she whispered desperately into my shoulder. The fluids starting to leak onto her seat and panties corroborated that. I wrenched my ministrations to the maximum ("On and on and on...!"), intent on delivering the explosive orgasm that ruptured out of her as the second chorus of the song engulfed the movie hall.

She convulsed, she squirmed, her vagina contracted hard on my fingers, delivering more fluids. "Fuck! I'm coming so hard!" she moaned hard as consecutive peaks took her. Luckily, Freddie Mercury's booming voice muffled her cries of pleasure. As for me, I had to try every tool in my arsenal not to come right then and there, making a mess in my pants. This was so erotic and so unexpected that my pleasure indicators were going through the roof.

As the aftershocks eased, she whispered sheepishly in my ear, "I can't believe we just did that! I'm Dana. Nice to meet your acquaintance". She held up her hand, introducing herself playfully. "What, no way!" I replied, "I'm Dan. What are the odds...". I planted a chivalrous kiss on her hand, "Charmed!" which made her giggle and smile.

Now, up close and without the feral passion consuming her, I got a first decent look at her face, which was small, delicate and pretty. She looked young, and that suddenly really spooked me. I immediately thought, "Oh no, what have I done?" then asked her quietly, my first words to her: "Um, it's a weird question, considering what just happened, but... how old are you?".

To my horror, she started giggling uncontrollably. "Fuck!" I was thinking, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!". As she relaxed, she turned to me with an amazingly innocent smile and whispered, "Don't worry, I turned 18 last month. I know I look young, but not that young! How old are you anyway, old-timer?". I replied, "I'm 22, and I can't tell you how relieved I am. But... does that mean you are still in high school?".

Dana did not answer that but instead buttoned and zipped her jeans, a mischievous smile on her face. We Will Rock You started playing. I couldn't tell if the drums in my ears were the song or my heart. Then she stood up and whispered in my ear:

"You. Me. Restrooms. Now."

At that moment I thought, "Shit, I guess Queen is not that bad after all," as I took off after her, trying to calm my raging boner.

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End of Part 1