Movie Night

Movie Night

I love Clive and all, but movie nights with him have become rather monotonous lately. We keep watching the same films over and over again and he never seems to get bored or notice that I do. Anyway, he invited me over to meet his new girlfriend, so I ring the bell, and this chick opens the door. I am immediately struck by how pretty she is, like, I don't know how Clive pulled this off.

But then I see she is giving me this ice cold glare like I ruined her life or something. I know I'm probably not the most exciting guy in the world, but you could at least pretend to be pleased to meet me. I'm thinking maybe she's got a headache or something. Or maybe she's just one of those girls who want their boyfriend all to themselves.

"Hey man, what's up?" Clive says, all excited as I step past his glaring girlfriend into the house. He's got this stupid grin on his face like he just won the lottery. Like he couldn't be happier to be spending the night with his two favourite people and he knows his new girlfriend is superhot and he is delighted to be able to show her off.

"This is Kayla," he says.

I take the opportunity to check her out properly. She has beautiful long dark hair framing a cute face with seductive green eyes. She looks stunning in her white summer dress. My eyes take in her well-sized breasts, flat stomach, and wide hips. Kayla has a gorgeous face and an amazing body. She has it all. The works.

Seriously, how did Clive pull this off?

"Hey," she says, disinterestedly.

"Hey," I reply, trying to sound casual, but the situation feels awkward.

Anyway, Clive grabs a six pack of beers from the fridge and we go into the living room and Clive starts rummaging through his DVD collection. Kayla plops down on the couch and crosses her arms. She's giving me the cold shoulder, big time.

"So, what are we watching?" I ask, trying to break the ice.

"Oh, I don't know," Clive says, still digging through his DVDs. "Something classic."

Kayla just rolls her eyes.

Clive pops in one of his favorite 90s action movies, like he always does. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like a good action flick as much as the next guy, but this is the fifth time I've seen Die Hard. I glance over at Kayla, and she just looks frustrated.

Clive plops down on the other side of her, all excited. Kayla just stares at the TV, like she's in a trance. I'm starting to feel bad for her. I mean, she probably had some other plans for the night. Maybe she wanted to cuddle or something. I don't know. She's impossible to read.

Clive cracks open a beer and hands it to me. I take a large gulp. Maybe this will help me forget I'm the third wheel in my best friend's relationship. But even after two beers, it's pretty obvious. We're halfway through the movie when Kayla starts nibbling at Clive's earlobe. She clearly wants to make out but he is just not interested. He's busy repeating his favourite lines from the movie.

Kayla gives up on seducing her boyfriend but now she's glaring at me like I am to blame and it just makes her look even hotter. I take another swig of beer, trying to ignore the tension in the room. I'm starting to think that maybe I should just make an excuse to leave. Like, my cat's on fire or something. But cat's don't spontaneously combust.

As soon as the movie ends, I get ready to make my escape. But Clive, bless his heart, is already hitting play on another DVD. An early 2000s rom-com. I groan inwardly. I'm pretty sure I've seen this one too. He must be trying to win Kayla over or something. The beers are finished so Clive fetches some whiskey from the liquor cabinet and pours us all another round of drinks and we settle back into the couch.

The second movie is way more audience appropriate and Kayla seems to be enjoying herself. She is laughing at the gags and has a big smile plastered on her face. I'm enjoying myself too, and I feel more comfortable now that she doesn't seem so pissed off. But Clive's eyes look as though they are getting heavy and he'd clearly running out of steam.

About halfway through, I notice Clive's head start to nod. Then his chin hits his chest. He's out like a light. I can't help but laugh. Kayla looks at me, and for the first time, there seems to be an understanding between us. We exchange a look like we both get how ridiculous Clive is and it's like we're bonding without having to say a word.

Kayla gets up and comes over to my side of the couch. She is moving slowly and quietly so as not to wake her sleeping boyfriend. I feel nervous about what is happening and it is heightening my senses. Kayla leans in close, and without a warning, she snatches the drink right out of my hand. I'm too surprised to react as she downs the whole thing in one go.

"All I wanted was a nice, quiet night with my boyfriend," she says, her voice low and husky. "But Clive can't take a hint." She pauses, and her eyes flick to me. "Now I'm stuck here with you..."

I don't know how it happened but we start making out.

My heart pounds like a jackhammer and my dick gets hard immediately. Kayla's lips are wet and warm against mine, and for a moment, the world narrows to just us. But it's not just us. Clive is sleeping right beside us. We feel nervous but there is a forbidden thrill to it that's hard to ignore. We can taste the deceit, and it's delicious.

I glance at Clive, sprawled out on the couch, oblivious to the chaos unfolding just inches away. A wave of disbelief washes over me. This is happening. This is actually happening...

Kayla slips her panties off from under her dress and fishes my cock out of my trousers. She spits into her hand and rubs by cock for a few seconds and then she climbs on top of me and starts lowering herself onto my penis. I can't believe how quickly things are escalating but there's no time for foreplay or taking things slow. Clive could wake up at any second and we need to cum.

We're making out again as Kayla grinds down on my dick and I'm already falling in love with her. Her pussy is so silky. It's premium. Like I had pizza for dinner but my dick gets a full course meal of fine dining. We're sitting in a living room littered with beer bottle while my cock has checked into a five star hotel. The presidential suite with its own private reception hall.

Kayla wants to moan. I can tell she's the kind of girl who likes to make a lot of noise while she's having sex but she can't so instead she's making these weird little grunting noises that are all breath with no sound behind them. I let out a slight moan and she pulls back and stares daggers at me and puts her finger to her lip telling me to be quiet. Then her eyes roll into the back of her head while she rides my dick nice and slowly so as not to make a sound.

Clive stirs and Kalya slips off me like a ninja. Before I know what's happening, she's sitting on the other side of the couch next to him with her head on his shoulder and I've slipped my pants back over my throbbing erection. I place a pillow on my lap to help mask my boner and Clive blinks awake and asks us what's happening.

"Nothing babe," says Kayla, "you fell asleep while we were watching the movie."

I don't say anything. My head is still reeling. I can't believe what is happening. We almost got caught. What were we thinking? And yet, it felt so good. Definitely, hands down, the best sex I have ever had and I didn't even ejaculate. I need more. I need Kayla.

"You guys want some popcorn?" asks Kayla, as Clive tunes back into the movie.

"Sure, why not? Check it out..." he says turning to me, "I love this part."

"Actually, I think I'll help Kayla with the popcorn," I say. My penis has taken control now and nothing can stop me from getting back inside her, "You know I make the best popcorn."

"True enough," says Clive, pouring himself some more whiskey and settling back into the sofa.

I head to the kitchen to help Kayla with the popcorn. We can see the back of Clive's head and the movie playing in the distance while we put the pot on the stove in the middle of the kitchen island. I lift up Kayla's dress while she stands over the stove and I slip my cock back inside her. She doesn't object. In fact, she bends over a little to make it easier for me to enter her without bending over enough to look suspicious if Clive were to turn around.

I take it slow at first, savouring her immaculate vagina. But when the kernels start popping it's the opportunity I've been waiting for. The kitchen is filled with the sound of popping corn and the movie is distracting Clive so I grab Kayla's hips and really start fucking her. The slapping sound of our hips slamming together is masked by the sound of the popcorn and as much as I enjoyed our tantric session earlier I really need to release some pent up tension.

Kayla is a Goddess. She keeps shaking the pot and letting out steam, making the popcorn like nothing inappropriate is happening. Although she also takes the opportunity to get something off her chest.

"Wow, you're so good at making popcorn," she says, "do you always put so many seeds inside?"

"If I am hungry," I say, playing along.

"Well then you can put as many seeds inside as you want," she says.

I get the message. Green light. Come inside.

The popcorn is going ballistic now and I'm not holding back anymore. Kayla turns the stove off to let the final few kernels explode from the ambient heat and my balls explode inside her. The first shot splashes against her cervix. Her legs start shaking. She's cumming. Hard. Waves of semen flow up my cock and into her pussy until my cum is running down her legs. I can smell her pussy.

We're fucked. There's no way Clive won't notice something.

Kayla plays it cool and grabs some kitchen towels to clean herself up. I pour the popcorn into a bowl. My dick is back in my pants but some sperm is still leaking out onto my boxer shorts. I can feel its stickiness, a reminder, as though I needed one, of what just happened.

The good news is that Clive's head is tilted to one side. He's fallen asleep again. So Kayla starts kissing me right there in the kitchen. Making out already feels different now. Like we're deeply in love or something. It's just as new and exciting but there's a closeness you feel after cumming.

Kayla says I should go. She wants to take a shower in case Clive notices something. I agree and she pours the popcorn into a brown paper bag for me. A takeaway. Something to remember her by I guess, although I hope we can do this again.