I've been thinking about Wyatt for weeks; ever since he took my virginity by the pool on his way to find my brother, his best friend. And not even just remembering him, but really thinking about him. I've been imagining what I would do if we were together again, or what he could do to me. I know he's not my fantasies, that he's real, but I still picture him naked in front of me when I'm back by the pool, or on my knees grabbing something in the kitchen, or shaving in the shower with my legs wide. And in spite of all my guilt, I've cum while picturing him above me. A lot.
Wyatt's come over to the house twice in the past few weeks, once to pick up my brother, Connor, and go out, and once to hang out in the basement with him. I stayed out of the way both times because I wasn't sure how it would go and also because I was completely embarrassed by what my mind had been doing with him. To be fair, he was all I knew about sex, and he was gorgeous, and I was totally carried away. I wasn't actually sure I could handle seeing him again, despite how much I enjoyed the idea. But now he's standing by the front door waiting for me to answer his questions.
"How's being home? Are your friends home for break now too?" Such boring questions, I swear I've heard them from him before. But I'm looking at his lips when he asks and I have to snap out of it to remember he said anything at all.
"Oh, yeah, good. Most of them are back, everyone's starting summer jobs but I want to make time to see them ya know?" He nods from the doorway. Conner is filling up his water bottle in the kitchen and we can hear metallic sounds from around the corner as he screws the lid on.
"No... Loser Lucy doesn't have any friends are you kidding!" he says as he walks in. Ha ha. I can feel my forehead getting hot; he can be an asshole literally any other time. In fact, he is! And I'm fine with it. But now I'm pissed.
Wyatt looks at me awkwardly; "Alright then... let's go squad!" He's corny but it's so refreshing and I just want to breathe him in.
Connor was facetiming Wyatt when they were planning when to see the newest Marvel movie and I happened to be in the background. Wyatt asked him if I wanted to come and despite his objections, which I actually appreciated this time, I ended up being roped in because it was Friday and I had no other plans. So now I'm what would definitely be the third wheel except I had Wyatt's dick inside me barely a month ago and maybe we have some sort of connection because of that.
The drive to the theater is pretty quick. We already have tickets but we all want popcorn so the three of us stop on the way in. In the theater, Conner goes into the aisle first because he knows the seat numbers. Wyatt follows and I go in last, landing with Wyatt on my right and what seems like, so far, a few empty seats on my left.
We made it just in time, and the lights dim as soon as I sit down. As the first trailer starts, Wyatt leans over to me and whispers, "Oh, this should be fun." Fuck!
He shifts back into his seat and shivers cover my whole body. I look straight ahead and, from what I can tell, he's doing the same. We each eat our popcorn in careful bites, but I can feel every crevice of the inside of my mouth and can't shake the feeling something distinctly different should be filling it up. After ten minutes (that feel like hours), I suddenly feel his hand on my thigh. He leans over to whisper again, this time telling me, "Put the popcorn down, Lucy, I need space to work." Fuck fuck fuck. I do it immediately, reaching down to put the bag on the floor next to me and coming up with my legs slightly more spread than they were before.
"There we go," he says, and I can hear his dirty smirk. His left hand slides inwards from the top of my right knee and works its way, so softly I could scream, to my inner thigh. Instead of settling there, though, he moves to my left leg, working from the tenderness inside to the outside before coming back in again. If I can feel the heat radiating from between my legs like this, I'm sure he can too. Wyatt's hand fits perfectly between my thighs, and he maneuvers his pinkie finger to find my clit through my leggings, now softened by the fact I'm practically dripping for him.
