"I'll be there. Love you."
"Love you too."
When I got to Panera, they were both standing outside waiting. We walked in, ordered, and while I waited by the counter for our number to be called, Pam and Krysti got the drinks then sought out a table.
As I approached the table with our tray, I could see the both of them giggling in hysterics.
"What's so funny?" I inquired.
"Oh, just silly girl talk," Krysti answered.
I saw her glance over to Pam as she pursed her lips around the straw in her drink. Pam met her eyes, then laughed a bit, then smiled at me as she reached for her sandwich.
Shaking my head, I sat down. The rest of the meal was normal, with small talk amongst the three of us between bites. The movie started at 7:15PM, so we hurriedly finished up eating.
Pam had bought tickets online, so we quickly found the correct screen and took our seats in the back row. Pam was on my left and Krysti was on her left. The theater itself, being a Thursday night and at the end of the film's run, was almost empty. It was just us and two or three other couples, all who were in front of us.
About halfway through the coming attractions, Krysti excused herself to go to the restroom. When she returned, just as the movie started, without a word being said, Pam moved over one seat so that Krysti could sit between us.
As my mind was calculating, thinking back to the actions of the two of them at dinner, and before it could finish its deductions, Krysti, staring directly at the screen and not uttering a word, handed me her balled up panties.
I leaned back to get Pam's attention. She leaned back, looked at me, smiled, nodded and blew me a kiss. Krysti's head still hadn't moved. Being the pervert that I am, I sniffed them before putting her panties in my pocket. I saw that Krysti, dressed in a loose black off-one-shoulder top and white capris, had already unbuttoned and unzipped her capris and opened the fly portion giving me a view almost to her pussy.
Acknowledging the obvious invite, I turned in my seat and slipped my hand down her pants. She immediately responded by lifting her hips and pulling them down further until the top hem rested on her thighs, giving me complete access. As I was doing this, I saw Pam slide her hand under Krysti's top and begin to fondle her breast.
I began by sliding my finger between her slippery folds, surprised by how wet she was already. Krysti attempted to push her thighs apart, but was restricted by the waist band of her pants on her thighs.
I watched as Pam's hand moved from one breast to the other, squeezing and rubbing. I imagined her thumb rubbing up against each nipple as she did so.
Then Krysti leaned forward and, in a move I hadn't seen since Jennifer Beals did it in Flashdance, reached back, unclasped her bra and removed it without taking off her top. She placed it in her purse on the floor then pushed the button and lowered her seat into a reclined position.
Pam and I both looked at each other, raised our eyebrows and smiled.
I heard Pam whisper, "Krysti, honey, would you like to be naked?"
