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pleasure?
    His digit moved down, pushing between my labia, finding that wetness springing up. He fingered me, then dragged the moisture up, over and over, lingering just long enough on my nub to set the area on fire, then he'd pull away. He shifted closer to me on his chair. I leaned back against my backrest and parted my legs slightly. His finger plunged inside me, which only made me want more.
    I glanced around. Was there somewhere private we could run off to, so I could feel his manhood inside me, reaching where his finger couldn't? The portable potties were out of the question, but what about the other side of the building the movie was being—
    OH GOD.
    I stopped thinking about going anywhere else. His wet fingers were now attending to my clit, rubbing and circling it like The Clit Squad. I closed my eyes, my breathing quick and shallow, and succumbed to the pleasure. Wave after wave of warmth and urgency radiated through me.
    I opened my eyes to see Callum turned around, staring right at me. I sat up and crossed my legs, pinching Smith's hand to hold it still.
    Smith turned to me and said casually, “Popcorn. We need popcorn.”
    “Yes,” I said, my voice sounding tight and thin. “Or chips? Callum, is the concession still open?”
    Callum seemed suspicious, his eyes darting down to my legs under the blanket. “I'll go get popcorn. You two … carry on. Don't let anything stop you.”
    After Callum left, I extracted Smith's hand from between my legs. As close as I'd been to climax, I was now miles away and feeling ashamed.
    Smith leaned in and said, “He's just missing his girlfriend. Ignore him.” He chuckled.
    “Callum has a girlfriend?”
    “A nice girl from town. She's at summer school, law degree.” He brought his hand to his face and smelled his fingers. “Mm, I can't wait until later.”
    I reached under the blanket to his side and squeezed his hardness through his jeans. “Me neither.”
    “Could you do that again?” His eyes crinkled up at the sides.
    I squeezed the shaft and stroked my hand up and down, over the fabric. “Like that?”
    “Perfect. Now just do it about a hundred more times.”
    I pulled my hand away and leaned in to nibble on his earlobe. “You have great ears,” I said. “They're plump and I want to bite them.”
    “Are you saying my ears are fat?”
    “Yes.”
    He crossed his arms and scowled, the pointy tip of his nose looking longer in that expression.
    I sucked the bottom of his earlobe into my mouth and pulsed it with my tongue.
    He sighed.
    I murmured into his ear, “I like juicy, plump things to suck on.”
    He groaned and wriggled around. “How long is this damn movie? Why isn't it over yet?”
    I nibbled and sucked on his earlobe, then pulled my mouth away to whisper, “We could always leave early.”
    I barely had time to blink before he had me up, on my feet.
    Some people behind us grumbled about us blocking their view.
    I crouched down and let Callie know we were checking out early, mumbling something about stomach problems. She gave me a knowing look as she nodded.
    Smith kept me close in front of him. I thought he was using my body to disguise his erection from the crowd, but he kept me there even as we got out to the road, that firm rod pressing me on, faster.
    We were still a block away from the gas station where we'd parked the quad when he pulled me into the dark passage between two buildings. The space was narrow, and he pressed my back against the brick wall.
    Then he was all over me at once, kissing my lips and neck, his warm hands on my buttocks, under my dress.
    “Climb the wall,” he said.
    I gasped between his ferocious kisses raining down on me, “What?”
    His belt jingled as he unfastened it and the top of his jeans.
    “Press your back into the wall and walk your feet up the other wall.”
    He then hoisted me up, and to my surprise, I braced my feet on either side of him, and I was no longer touching the ground.
    With no panties in the