A Shared Secret

I've had a secret since my bestie and I were nineteen.

There was this guy we both knew, and I'll call him Max in this tale.

My name is Jennifer, and Hera is the bestie in question.

Max worked at a local movie theater that her and I went to fairly often. It's a pretty old building, kind of oddly constructed.

Most theaters these days seem to have projection rooms that are only accessible from outside, but for some reason this one had them inside.

It's a local place. I think it might've closed down during the pandemic actually, I'm not sure.

We definitely weren't the only girls who paid attention to Max. He was pretty hot.

He was a little taller than average, stocky, had dark, curly hair and a handsome face.

We would give him all kinds of looks when he took our tickets, watch his fingers as he tore the stubs off, and then he would come into the theater to do one of his "checks" while we were sitting near the back.

He would go into that old-style projection booth a couple rows above us and often wouldn't emerge until halfway through the show.

Hera and I would speculate, because, of course, he didn't need to change the reels once the film was playing, not since the world went digital some years before.

Our speculations got wildly out of hand, or so we thought.

My friend Hera was a complete troublemaker, so I wasn't totally surprised when, one Friday, she climbed over two rows of seats in the dark, ran to the booth and opened the door.

I heard her squeal, then heard Max say "close it!" sternly, but not angrily, heard the door shut, and heard giggles as she hopped back into her seat beside me, laughing.

She had this look in her eyes and kept covering her mouth with her slender fingers.

Max left the theater a few minutes later, glancing up at us once before he left our view.

I thought Hera was just being a weirdo, until after the credits rolled.

"He was jackin' it," she whisper-screamed.

My response was halfway between a shush, and an uncontrolled giggle of disbelief.

"Dude, he has such a big dick," she went on as I kept trying to shush her.

We talked about Max a lot that summer.

We kept going to the theater of course, so we saw him there nearly every week.

We'd make eye contact, he'd take our tickets and the giggles would start the moment we were out of audible range.

I wasn't sure if he was just embarrassed or if he heard Hera make one of her jokes, but he didn't visit the projection booth again after that.

He'd come in, do his little patrol, and then leave.

Then, one weekend, we were watching something really stupid.

I don't remember what it was called, but Hera was bored, I was bored and when I'm bored I sometimes get tangled up in her shenanigans.

Since we knew Max wouldn't be going into the booth we let our curiosity guide us.

We climbed over the seats together and when Hera opened that door, revealing the small, emptyish room with its one chair and big window looking down at the theater, I was a little disappointed.

Hera started digging through stuff on the table, probably hoping to get some worthwhile entertainment out of this misadventure.

I was about to tell her to knock it off when, looking out the window, I saw him.

"Oh my god, here he comes!" I hissed.

We both backed against the wall, as if it would conceal us any better, and watched him, with our hands over our mouths, as he walked up the stairs toward the back row.

He peered down the rows of seats, and I wondered, worried really, that he might notice us not in our seats.

He came up and stood right in front of the projection booth window.

Hera and I stood there, looking at the back of his head.

It seemed like he couldn't see us, maybe something to do with the lighting.

Then I looked at her, and she had this expression that I'll never forget as she unbuttoned her jeans and dipped her fingers down the front of her pants.

"Hera, what are you doing?!" I hissed as she leaned against the table, reaching between her legs and blushing as I watched her move her hand.

"I caught him doing it," she sighed, thrusting her hips as she fingered herself, her dark bush pressed between her hand and her pale pubic area.

I'd never seen her do anything like this, and I was shocked by it... and also... immensely turned on.

"What's he going to do if he sees?" she said with a grin, riding her fingers.

"Okay, well, if you're doing it, so am I," I said, my hand trembling as I unbuttoned myself, pulled open the front of my pants and reached down into my underwear, feeling immediately embarrassed as my soft fingers cradled my sex.

I stared at Max, who was just a couple feet in front of us as my fingertip stroked along my groove.

I wasn't expecting to enjoy it quite as much as I did. I felt my slit getting wetter and wetter and I felt ashamed of what I was doing but I got so moist that I couldn't help but push a finger inside myself, then two.

I let out an inaudible gasp as my vagina clamped around my digits and I realized that my clitoris was fully erect between them.

Max looked down at the theater patrons, possibly contemplating entering the projection room.

The thought of him catching us made my heart race and my pussy throb.

"Do you think he'll do it?" Hera gasped. I could tell her cheeks were turning red even in the dim light as she pulled up her shirt, exposing her small perky tits as if she was flashing him.

It was like she wanted him to see us.

"I don't know, I'm scared," I laughed, my voice trembling and my heart thumping as I lifted my shirt, getting goosebumps as Hera glanced at my big breasts with my wide areolas and puffy pink nipples.

She'd never seen my boobs before and I was embarrassed but it felt good to see her gaze at them.

There was a flood of moisture over my fingers as I rubbed along my crease and I reached into myself, stroking the roof of my vagina and clenching around my slippery digits while Hera and I looked at each other and then at Max, and then back at each other.

I watched her lips open wider and close a little, and watched her half naked hips jerk as she masturbated, her nipples growing erect atop her quivering boobs.

I couldn't believe this was happening. I was watching my best friend get herself off, right in front of me.

I listened to the sound of her breaths as she worked on herself, hips swaying slightly, her fingers curling against the table and the muscles of her arm tensing as she stroked inside her jeans.

I thrust my wet cunt over my slick fingers, letting their tips pierce the soft squeeze inside me, moistening the seat of my panties with my arousal while my clit throbbed and my wrist rubbed against my hairy pubic mound.

Max turned and walked past the window, toward the side with the door and I felt a moment of panic wherein I looked at Hera, writhing and pumping her hand between her thighs, my own fingers buried deep in my sex, my knees trembling.

I was so afraid that he was going to walk in that I barely noticed as Hera straightened and pushed her pants down, exposing her butt and upper thighs and then leaning over the table while she masturbated.

I looked at her briefly, seeing her breasts quiver and her mouth twitch as she rubbed quicker and quicker.

"Oh my god Jen, oh my... ahhh, ohh... I'm about to nut!" she squealed, driving her sex against her hand, letting out shuddering gasps that I'd never heard her make before.

When I realized I was watching my best friend have an orgasm I felt my pussy pinch my stroking fingers hard, felt my clit pulse and my juices swell around them and soak my inner thighs.

I fell into a crouch, clutching my cunt, working my fingertips through the gripping tight muscles inside my vagina and letting myself go.

I came, messily, through my trembling hand, thinking Max was going to hear Hera and find us both in the middle of this lewd act.

I bit my lip and shivered as my climax hit me in waves, my slick flower riding against my palm as I drove two fingers into the throbbing squeeze, my labia parting against my slippery knuckle.

"Ohhh... shit," I squeaked, flooding my pants, knowing that my cum was likely dripping off the crotch of my jeans as thrills of pleasure traveled up my spine from my spasmodically thrusting pussy.

"Ffffuck..." Hera sighed, her body quaking, her fingers just visible behind the curve of her bare ass as she leaned forward and stroked her gash.

She looked down at me, her lips parting in a silent cry as ecstasy pulsed through her.

We both gasped in sync with one another, and I could smell our orgasms while I gripped the edge of the table, squirting through my curled digits and laughing at the mess I was making.

I sat back as the throb of pleasure started to ebb, and I saw the cleft of Hera's sex part around her slender, glistening fingers, her press-on nails disappearing into the fold of her vagina and reappearing as she drew them out.

She turned toward me and pulled up her pants but the mental image of her, bent over, fingertips sliding into her wet crevice stayed lodged in my memory.

"That was fun," she said, staring at my large tits for a moment as she pulled her shirt down over her erect nipples.

"I just kept thinking about our Max, in here, fucking my brains out against that table and I just... ahh," she admitted as I stood up on wobbly legs, embarrassed that I'd made such a mess.

"Is he... ours now?" I asked, pulling my shirt and bra down over my big boobs.

"Do you wanna fuck him?" she asked, lifting both eyebrows and still gazing at my tits as I buttoned my pants and tried to cover up my soaked crotch.

"If you wanna ask him out..." I started, glancing out at the movie screen.

"Nah, I don't wanna date him, just fuck him," she said.

"You can date him if you want. He doesn't have a girlfriend does he?" she asked.

I thought about him taking me from behind, his pelvis clapping against my naked butt as he drove his engorged rod into my vagina. I thought about my cunt squeezing his stiffened glans as it struck into me.

Then I thought about Hera sitting there, watching him pump his prick into my slick pussy and masturbating, and I felt a flutter of arousal deep in my groin and had to stop.

At this point in my life I'd only had one boyfriend and it'd lasted about a month and had been okay at best.

We saw max on our way out of the theater. I don't think he saw how wet I was, luckily.

I was able to wrap a sweater around my waist and mostly hide my wet groin but at least one person seemed to notice the dark patch and looked away awkwardly while I blushed.

"God... that was fucking hot. He has no idea we both came just a few feet away from him," Hera laughed.

She wasn't wrong, and I was still incredibly turned on.

I thought about it the whole drive home, and then later in bed, Hera's slippery narrow fingers gliding through her peach while I sat in my puddle of cum, watching for the half-of-a-moment before she pulled up her pants.

We didn't talk about it very much after that and the next time me and Hera hung out together we were with our other friends.

The plan that night was to sit on the couch with Kyle and his girlfriend Aiden and watch this B-rated movie they'd found through some internet reviewer, and maybe smoke a little weed.

The smoking part happened and the sitting on the couch happened for a little bit.

About five minutes into the movie Kyle gave us this excuse that he, "needed to feed his fish," and went upstairs.

Aiden got a text from him about a minute later and, "went to help," leaving us alone together.

We tried watching the movie but it was maybe... a little on the too-boring-to-watch side of the B-movie spectrum for our tastes.

I don't know... it had its moments but after about twenty minutes or so me and Hera were more intrigued by the fact that this living room had a fairly wide walk-in closet facing the TV and couch with a wood-slatted sliding door that you could peer through.

"Wanna watch from in there?" I asked.

Hera bit her lip and shook her head like I was making a joke about our naughty adventure at the theater.

I didn't really think she'd go for it, but then five more minutes went by and we were ninety-percent certain that Kyle and his girlfriend were fucking upstairs, and then the movie we were watching dropped a bombshell reveal that all its build-up resulted in... dun dun dun... zombies.

"Alright, let's go," Hera said, and I followed her into the closet.

I watched her tug down her jeans, exposing the narrow strip of hair above her pussy lips and gazing over at me as I pushed mine over my hips, pulling my underwear away from my slightly moist sex.

Her fingers curled under her mons and dragged between her curtains and I could hear the gentle slish of wetness as she stroked along her groove.

I ran two fingertips across my entrance and felt my juices spread along my slit and drip down my inner thigh as I hooked my digits and pierced myself deep.

I looked up at Hera, seeing her gorgeous face shift between watching me masturbate and looking through the slats, the light of the TV through the closet door illuminating strips of her pale skin and the t-shirt she had on.

I watched her rock her hips, rubbing along the cleft of her cunt while I buried my fingertips in my vagina, feeling myself tighten around them as I gripped my hairy womanhood.

I dragged my slick fingers through my flower and over my aroused clit, trying to divide my attention between Hera stroking herself and our view of the room outside and mostly looking at her bare groin and her slender hand pumping briskly between her legs.

Then she lifted her shirt and I saw her perky nipples and perfectly shaped petite breasts, striped by flashing television lights while she parted her labia with one curled finger.

I followed her example and rolled up my bra and shirt, letting my big breasts drop free before grabbing my pussy again and stroking along its cleft.

"Fuck, this is so much fun," she sighed her hand starting to move quicker between her pale thighs.

I thought I could see her cheeks turn a little red as her lips parted and her nipples grew even perkier.

Her gaze was locked on my breasts and my pussy juices were streaming down my legs as my fingertips struck through the grip of my vagina.

Hera let out a little gasp and closed her mouth, lips tightening as she watched me hook my fingers and drive them into myself, riding their wet lengths as I drew them out along my flower, my clit swelling between my knuckles.

I think I might've lost it right there and ejaculated all down my legs and through my gripping fingers but we started hearing movement outside.

We both peered out through the slats and saw Kyle and Aiden return to the couch together. I heard them laugh about something while Hera and I both touched ourselves, hands moving slow and gracefully against our hairy cunts as we looked out and then back at one-another.

I could see some sort of question in Hera's gaze as her lips parted for another discrete gasp of arousal, her hand trembling as she rubbed along her groove.

Did she want to stop, was she worried we'd be caught this time?

I wondered as I sighed quietly, grasping one of my breasts and squeezing it while I pumped my slick fingers across my pussy, further lubricating my entrance and teasing my throbbing bud with brief caresses.

Then Hera reached out, her hand shaking as she gently, curiously, touched my other breast.

I felt a thrill of pleasure as she held it in her palm, testing the weight of it with her soft feminine hand.

My fingertip circled my swollen clit while she ran her thumb around my areola and squeezed my boob gently.

I moved a little closer and let her sample the feel of my breast with her hand, and then I put my hand on her chest, pressing her soft mound against my palm.

I felt her nipple grow firm in response and heard both of us make gentle wet noises between our legs as we stroked our slick pussies in rhythm with one-another.

We heard Aiden and Kyle laugh outside as we grasped each other's tits, our wrists flicking rapidly between our thighs and the smell of our arousal starting to fill the air between us.

My gaze dipped down to her lithely stroking hand as my fingers surged along my splayed sex, rubbing myself from my opening to the hood of my clit and feeling a rush of ecstasy as she kneaded and squished my breast with her fingers.

I heard her sigh as I drew my gaze up across her bare chest to her open mouth, her nipple erect between my finger knuckles and my cunt drooling through my pumping wet digits.

I felt her hot breath against my lips and I came hard, my vagina tensing around my thrusting fingertips as I curled them through my labia, releasing a flood of moisture all at once and clamping my thighs tight around my hand.

"Ah..." I squeaked softly, my face burning and my legs wobbling.

I grabbed Hera's shoulder and dragged her to the floor with me, our cheeks touching and our arms working as we both stroked ourselves into a climax, her warm exhalations across my earlobe sending me deeper into my orgasm.

"I'm cumming..." she sighed as she pressed my right breast against my chest, her wrist rubbing against mine as my pussy clamped tightly around my surging digits and my cum pulsed between them.

Then as we were both gasping, biting our lips and being as quiet as possible at the height of pleasure we both turned our mouths toward each other and kissed.

I could feel her shoulder move as she continued to jerk herself off and I thrust my tongue into her mouth as we locked lips, drawing it across her palate and inhaling the scent of her perfume and the moisture of her body.

"Mh mhhh..." she moaned and I could tell she was having an intense orgasm from the way she was shivering and her shoulders were heaving and the way she was kissing me back, her tongue gliding through my lips and across my gums while I pinched her nipple between a thumb and forefinger.

I drove my fingertips through my tightened pussy muscles, feeling my sex squeeze my narrow digits together as my clit throbbed in my naked palm.

Then her hand moved down from my breast and wrapped around my wrist.

Her lips pulled away from mine and from the slivers of light from the tv screen I could see that her face was bright red.

She brought my hand to her mouth and sucked my fingers clean, thrusting against her hand while she pulled her lips along my slippery digits, sending goosebumps up my arm.

I reached down and cupped the wet knuckle between her legs, feeling it work firmly over her pubic mound and feeling her inner labia spread around her fingertips as they sank into her vagina.

Our breasts were pressed together and my fingers were stroking along her tongue as she raised her pussy hand to my lips.

I could smell her orgasm all over it and I opened my mouth and inhaled deeply as I tasted her, pulling her juices over her slick finger knuckles.

Her arousal was sweet and the smell of her made my nipples stiffen and my hips thrust with need.

She pulled her lips off the tips of my fingers and placed her head on my shoulder as her wet hand slid out of my mouth and ran shakily down the side of my neck.

We sat like that for about a minute, both of us shivering uncontrollably, breasts touching.

I couldn't tell if she was in shock at what we'd just done or if she was just too deep in that post orgasm bliss to think straight.

"Where the hell are they?" I heard Kyle say, and Hera must've heard it too because we each straightened and started shimmying back into our jeans.

We stood up, fully dressed, maybe smelling a little like sex, but, what can you do in these situations really?

I looked at Hera and she looked back at me with a look of mischief on her face.