Camden looked down at her cell phone—11:57pm. Alex had three minutes to get here—the previews were about to start. She sighed and looked around the packed theater. She had made Halloween plans with her boyfriend to see a movie and he'd insisted they attend the midnight showing of the latest zombie horror movie. At the last minute, he'd had to drop his brother and his friends at a party but he told her he'd meet her here. She didn't want to text him again and seem like she was nagging or insecure, but he'd backed out of several dates lately and she WAS insecure—she was afraid it was going to happen again.
Many of her fellow movie-goers had dressed up for the occasion—green-faced, painted-on wounds, torn clothing—it was a zombie affair. Camden hated Halloween and was a bit of a punk when it came to scary movies. She also wouldn't be caught dead with all of that ugly gunk on her face. Alex was well aware of her fears, but he told her he'd be here for her to grab onto during the scary scenes of the movie. He'd waggled his eyebrows at her when he'd said it, insinuating what she might be grabbing onto. She rolled her eyes just thinking about it. As if she'd actually give him a hand job in the crowded movie theater. She was looking forward to possibly making out with him—they hadn't done that in a while.
The previews had begun and the lights dimmed. There were people still filling the already packed theater, so she decided to send him a text saying where she was sitting so he wouldn't be stumbling around in the dark. Damn, she thought, 2% battery. She quickly typed out a text saying, "left side of theater, very last row" and hit send. She dropped her phone in her purse and sighed. Now she wished she'd gotten a tub of popcorn and a soda or something. She wasn't going to dare get up now and lose the last two seats next to each other in the theater.
She checked the time again just long enough to see the last of her battery run out. 12:08am. The movie had been on for a few minutes. Nothing gory or scary had happened yet. Well, spoke too soon, she thought, just as a blonde with big tits was grabbed by a zombie walking through a parking lot. She'd covered her face so she didn't have to watch the zombie devour the poor girl. And then she felt something brush her arm. Alex made it!
"Babe, I thought you'd never get here," she loudly whispered, grabbing his arm. It felt a little bigger than usual under his sweatshirt. She squeezed it and said, "Now I have something to hold on to."
She couldn't see anything in the theater, but she recognized his signature Dolce & Gabbana cologne. "Did you paint your face for the movie?" she whispered again, peering through the darkness.
"Uh, no, it's a mask," he whispered back.
She shrugged her shoulders and held onto his arm. He moved away to lift the armrest between them and pulled her against his side. She snuggled in closer and he put his hand on her thigh. It felt rougher than usual and looked especially dark on her white skin where her skirt had ridden up. She figured he must've painted his hands to match the mask. She was just enjoying being close to her boyfriend.
Camden was actually enjoying the movie—it wasn't as gory-filled as she thought it would be. Alex hadn't said anything else to her, like he usually did during movies. He almost always had a running commentary, or kept asking, "Did you see that?" and elbowing her. It was refreshing. And then the creepy music started and Camden knew something was about to happen. She clutched Alex's arm and buried her head into his shoulder. He squeezed her thigh gently and moved his hand further up. She was going to stop him, but he was stroking the inside of her thigh so softly. She decided to allow a little naughtiness. She glanced to her right to ensure that the people next to her weren't seeing what Alex was doing. They were intensely focused on the movie, so she released a sigh and parted her legs slightly. Alex read her body language and accepted the invitation.
By the time Alex's fingers reached the apex of her thighs and touched her panties, they were already damp. Camden was grateful the theater was so dark because her skirt was up to the top of her thighs and draped over his hand. She was panting with desire, just from him stroking and squeezing her thighs. Alex had never been so solely focused on her. Usually, he'd have already tried to put her hand on his crotch by now, not teasing her into readiness at all. Camden slid down a bit in her chair and spread her thighs even more, eager for the foreplay she'd always knew she'd been missing out on. The adrenaline rush had her inhibitions going out the window.
"Babe," she whispered, leaning even closer to Alex, "Are you...do you think....can anybody see?"
"Nah," he answered, "We're good."
His voice sounded raspy—was he getting a cold? Or maybe it was the mask. She'd have to ask him later. She felt his fingers sliding her panties to the side. He dipped a finger in, gathering some of her natural lubrication, then moved it upwards toward her clit. Camden sucked in a breath through her teeth, hissing quietly. She'd completely stopped paying attention to the movie.
He started a slow rhythm, circling her clit a few times, then dipping down shallowly into her pussy, repeating it over and over. Her fingers were digging into his forearm and her hips were moving of their own accord. She was whimpering quietly. Suddenly, it hit. She groaned, gripping his hand, pushing his finger into her pussy deeper, grinding her clit against the palm of his hand. Her pussy clenched his finger over and over and then finally relaxed.
"Let's get out of here," he finally said, slowly pulling his finger from her pussy, giving her clit one last stroke. The final credits started rolling and the theater was suddenly brightly lit. Embarrassed now, Camden covered her face, blushing from what Alex had just done to her. She shivered and took his hand as he pulled her up and led her through the crowd.
She couldn't feel the paint on his hand, but they felt rougher than usual and she could see how dark his fingers were laced between her own. He'd pulled his hoodie up over his head and when he glanced back to look at her as he held the door and led her into the parking lot, she could see he still had his mask on. It was gruesome, rotted-looking skin and a disfigured mouth full of bloody, broken teeth.
"You're going to have to take that silly mask off—aren't you hot under there?" she asked. He turned away from her still pulling her along, and shook his head no. This silent act was kind of creepy and a turn-on at the same time.
"Where'd you park?" he asked her, stopping to look around.
"Um, just a few rows over. I don't see your car anywhere," Camden responded, looking around as well.
"Meet me at the Fern Valley Hotel in 30 minutes. Room 207. Stop and get a bottle of Grey Goose."
"But you hate vodka," she said, digging for her keys in her purse. When she looked up again, he was gone.
"Shit," she said, stomping over to her car. She was irritated that he'd left her like that. And why would they get a hotel room? She had a perfectly good apartment a few miles away. Well, she did have an annoying roommate. And he always complained about how small her bed was. Even though he still lived with his mother. Maybe he had something exciting planned—he'd definitely gotten her worked up in the theater. She easily pushed her annoyed feelings aside when she remembered what he'd done with his fingers.
"Braaaaaainssssss!" somebody yelled, running past her. She jumped and shook her head, quickly sliding into her car. Stupid Halloween. She hated this holiday.
She had to drive way downtown to find a liquor store open at 2am. And Alex always drank some kind of disgusting scotch. Why did he all of a sudden want vodka? It was her favorite—she'd picked up a bottle of cranberry juice too. She hopped back on the highway quickly and made it to the hotel a few minutes later, right on time. Room 207, She walked right into the hotel—she could tell it had once been nice, but it was kind of run down now. She didn't even need a room key to get in the exterior door. She took the flight of stairs and walked down the hallway. Even this late, she could hear loud music through several of the doors. One room she passed was wide open and she could see a dozen or more black people, in Halloween attire, dancing and drinking. Somebody called out to her as she walked by. She sped up her stride. Why had Alex chosen this hotel? She shrugged her shoulders and kept walking. 211, 209, 207, here she was. She knocked on the door and noticed it was held open by the deadbolt bar. She pushed it open tentatively. "Alex?" she called.
