Three girls going to a movie isn't that odd, even if they have on matching, but multicolored, skirts. They stopped in the lobby after getting their tickets and a large drink, then briefly held a game of rock paper scissors. One, with curly blonde hair, seemed happiest, so she must have won. But neither of the other two seemed put out by this; the one with straight brown hair tied in a ponytail simply smiled, while the one, a slightly shorter brunette, rubbed her hands together in anticipation. It was fifteen minutes before the show started, but they went in anyways.
The trio immediately headed for the top row of the stadium seats, on the left side as you face the screen. Before sitting, one grabbed the large Pepsi and clumsily tripped, tossing it across all the seats between theirs and the staircase. None of the girls looked upset by this, they just sat down in the corner, the seats always covered in shadow.
The blonde sat on the far end, the one brunette in the middle, and the ponytail to the right. As they sat, ponytail surreptitiously yawned and placed a hand on her waist, the fingers just barely inside the skirt. Glancing at her companions, who were busy trying to guess the trivia question on the screen, she slowly slipped her hand inside and began rubbing her already wet crotch. She wasn't far though, before she was caught.
Brunette turned to see her friend's actions. "Claire!" she whispered sharply.
Claire withdrew her hand guiltily. "Sorry, Laur, but you know how horny this always makes me."
Lauren smiled impishly, "more than anyone." He expression hardened. "But you know the rules. You have first watch, we don't want a repeat of a couple weeks ago."
Claire gaped at her. "First of all, that was your fault, and secondly, I am so-"
"Girls, girls," the blonde interjected. "C'mon, don't fight. We'll all get our turn."
"Easy for you to say, Britney, you're first," responded Claire.
Britney settled back luxuriously into her chair. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of it. You think you can get me two, hon?" She glanced at Lauren.
"Sure, babe." She said back, patting Britney on the inner thigh. Claire wasn't jealous; she knew how things worked among the three.
The theatre slowly filled, not full enough to necessitate people actually sitting next to people they didn't know, but almost. A couple groups tried the seats next to the trio, but every one backed down after one sit on the moistened cushions. Finally, though, the previews started.
"You know how it works, girls, let's do it." Britney whispered, leaning back and spreading her legs slightly. The nearest group of people were two rows down, apart from some in the back row at least ten seats away.
And the girls knew how it worked. Claire lifted her right leg to set it on the seat back in front of her. She let her flowing skirt drape down, hiding the other two from view as she laid back to watch the movie. Lauren meanwhile slid slowly down the length of her chair until she was on her back, then softly rolled her way off it. She crawled over until she was under Britney, positioning herself, knees on skirt, to be facing her but low enough so she wasn't seen. She reached both hands down to lift Brit's skirt (she was biting her lip), then dropped it back onto her back. The skirt was long enough to hit the floor behind her.
Claire recognized the whimper coming from Brit as Lauren softly stroked her bare clit with a single finger (it had to be bare, according to the rules you're not allowed to wear any panties on game day). But Claire resisted the urge to look over, as that would violate her position as watch. She instead watched the screen, keeping her peripheral vision on anyone who came close.
Finally, after what seemed to Britney like a century of torture, the music changed and Claire whispered, "movie's starting." Lauren held her off for a bare handful of seconds, but Britney gripped her head hard, so the younger girl licked her pussy for the first time that night. Lauren heard her gasp, but no moan passed her lips so they didn't have to abort. She snaked her hands over Brit's bare thighs to grab her ass, pulling herself forward into the tanned woman's essence.
Britney managed not to squirm too much under the oral assault, occasionally grunting, her eyes shut tight. She clamped her legs around the bulge coming from her skirt, laying one hand on it and pulling at her hair with another.
Through all this, Claire's breath quickened but she did not tear her eyes from the movie, even for a glimpse. She didn't move her hands from the armrests, she stayed as still as she was able, biting her bottom lip.
Lauren kept licking up and down Britney's slit, sucking the clit in and out occasionally, or sticking her tongue deep inside her public lover. She lapped up the wetness, again thankful for the heavy perfume all three of them wore.
But Britney was thankful for more than that. She managed not to kick the seat in front of her as she orgasmed for the first time of the evening. She could have stopped, but the rules were the rules; if she stopped the younger girl, that was it for her for the night. So, she pushed herself headlong into another orgasm, feeling her pussy go slightly numb before she exploded in pleasure again.
"Man, it's hot in here." Claire whispered, making Britney freeze. Claire wasn't looking at her, and neither did Lauren slow in the least, but Brit shut her mouth tight and stopped rocking; Claire's seemingly innocent phrase was code for "you're being too loud, tone it down." Britney didn't remember breathing that hard, but the sweat on her forehead disproved that.
She didn't have time to think though. Lauren changed her angle of attack slightly, and during a particularly loud scene in the movie Britney allowed the merest of moans to escape unnoticed as she was orally tongued to her third orgasm. As she came, she flung her right arm out to grasp Claire's. Claire took it and held it, a slight breach in the rules, but one for which Brit was grateful; she knew Lauren would have ignored the hand, as dictated. Lauren might have been a tad cold, but she was by far the best pussy eater. She could make a person come almost just by kissing their slit.
Lauren sensed the girl's fatigue as Britney's pussy quivered beneath her. Britney stroked her hair, cue for her to slow it down, so she did. She occasionally pulled back to flick her tongue across the exposed (and shaved: rules again) pussy, then would gently lap at the engorged clit. Britney shivered, occasionally tensing. Finally she tapped Lauren twice on the head, signal for her to stop.
Claire stood up and leaned over to whisper, "I gotta pee." She didn't, she was just giving them a distraction so Lauren could crawl up into Britney's seat while Britney moved to where Claire had been. Claire clomped down the stairs, eliciting stares from a few of the patrons, but she came back soon enough. She scooted her way in, rubbing Britney's now exposed leg as she passed. Brit gave her a weak smile, then lifted her foot behind her friend as her watch began.
Lauren was by far the best at following the rules. She kept her eyes open, brushing a stray lock of brown hair from her eyes, then adjusted herself imperceptibly on her seat. From Britney's perspective, she was just sitting there watching the movie. But from Claire's view under the skirt, Lauren had lifted herself up a few inches off the seat and was tensing her pussy in anticipation. So Claire began slowly licking it, always just around her clit.
It wasn't long before Claire thoroughly licked two of her fingers and twisted them in, making Lauren begin to buck her hips; from Britney's position, Lauren was completely still, looking forward with her eyes glazed.
Once Claire was certain that Lauren was literally dripping onto the seat below her, she put in three, then immediately four fingers. She felt the most experienced one of them tighten her pussy, so Claire licked her past her first orgasm. But she didn't stop; of the three, Lauren was the only one ever to get into the double digits all in one sitting.
So Claire pushed her hand further into the soaking wet vagina, occasionally stopping to lick her friend. The bucking had long since stopped as the hand went up all the way to the knuckles, pushing its way past the labia walls. Finally it got in, and Claire proceeded to fist Lauren to another explosive orgasm.
Lauren was in heaven. She absolutely loved it when they fisted her. Tongues were good, but nothing could compare to the filling of her pussy by another woman's hand. Had they been in a bedroom, Lauren would have been screaming, bucking her hips wildly, tugging at her hair as she had orgasm after orgasm. But, as it was, she merely began to tremble as wave after wave of immense pleasure hit her. She glanced over at Britney, in her opinion the sexiest one of them, and imagined her taking off her top to lie it on the seat next to her. Lauren imagined her standing up to tug off her skirt, then laying back and fingering herself to each orgasm Lauren herself had.
She lost count after 6, which was when she let herself slowly down onto the chair, unable to support her own weight. But Claire felt no tap on the head, so she savagely continued pumping her fist in and out of the older woman's vagina.
Finally, when she felt she could take it no more, Lauren reached down to tap her young friend on the head. But she stopped herself an inch short as the fist pulled its way out unexpectedly, making Lauren for the first time moan slightly in pleasure. Claire smiled at this, but her smile was gone as she orally assaulted the gaping pussy in front of her harder than she ever had. Lauren gripped the armrests for dear life as she pushed herself into her seat.
It was the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. She felt herself thrown down as her pussy throbbed, reveled in the feeling of that tongue pushing against her. After about a minute of this, she felt like she was about to explode so she reluctantly tapped the young brunette on the forehead. Breaching the rules, Claire came up slowly that moment to sit in her chair, then leaned over and planted a kiss on the other woman's lips.
As Lauren tasted her own cum she tried to protest, tried to give her a hard stare about such an extreme violation, but instead just stuck her tongue out to taste as much as she could.
But it was over in a few seconds; even Claire knew the dangers of giving into passion in public.
Lauren was walking on air as she switched seats, allowing Claire to position herself for her first turn of the evening. She leaned over, while Britney was in the bathroom, and grabbed the younger woman's chin to pull her closer to herself.
When their lips were barely an inch apart, Lauren looked into her eyes and said, "I love you dearly, and that was incredible. Thank you." As Lauren lifted her shoulders and smiled, Lauren's expression changed. "But it was reckless and you know it. Never do that again." Chastised, Claire returned to her chair a bit glum. But as Britney came bounding back up the stairs she lost all feelings of sadness as they were replaced by a tingling in her chest and between her legs.
Claire and Britney had been friends since the seventh grade, and lovers since the eighth. They had made love as often as possible, but inevitably their burning passion began to die down. So, they began to do it in public. At first it was just restrooms and changing stalls, but soon they were tribbing on park benches, of licking each other off beneath restaurant tablecloths.
And then, one day, in the JA-JI aisle in the back of the public library, as they masturbated each other furiously, Britney realized they were being watched through the bookshelves. They stopped and, unabashed, a girl wearing a jacket from the local college walked around to sit next to their half-nude forms.
Expecting to be turned in, the girls were surprised when she said, "you two could learn a lot about subtlety." The other two giggled nervously, suddenly very aware of how awkward they must look with their hands down each other's waistlines.
Then the new girl tossed back her hair and leaned in close to them. "May I join you?" She asked oh-so-innocently, licking her lips. Britney bit her lip, looking at her partner, but Claire nodded eagerly and scooted to one side. Claire was a little awkward at first, allowing this complete stranger to touch her and being made to touch a stranger in return, but all doubts melted away in the first kiss and that second orgasm. They all three fingered each other in a triangle for at least a half an hour before the new girl got up to go.
"My name's Lauren." She said, grabbing a pen out of her purse and pulling both girls toward her. She wrote three digits on one arm and four on another. "Count me in next time." She smiled and was gone.
From that day on, they always did call her. It was Lauren who named their little group the Public Works Club, and she also came up with most of the Rules. But Claire and Britney were still ironclad lovers, and Claire still tingled with anticipation as Britney crawled over their mutual lover to kneel beneath her. Lauren put up her leg, and they were off.
Brit's tongue lacked the precision of Lauren's, but she made up for it with her sheer passion. After a few kisses, she began to probe everywhere with her tongue. Claire brushed her hair out of her face as she moved back and forth almost imperceptibly.
She looked around at the people, all still engrossed in their movie. It was almost to the point that Claire couldn't get off in private. Britney could of course masturbate to a climax in a matter of minutes anywhere, but Claire was beginning to rely on this feeling of danger. Even when they all three had sex together, as they had begun to do now, it was nowhere near the feeling she got as she was licked in public. It was exhilarating to know that at any time someone could look over to discover her making love in public. She sometimes almost fantasized that they would.
She closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat. It felt so good. Britney's rhythmic licking had now been accentuated by two fingers gently twisting their way into her.
As she opened her mouth to gasp a little (her g-spot had just been lightly stroked), she saw a woman walking back up the aisle with a drink in hand. Claire grasped Britney's head as she mentally removed the woman's skintight jeans and tie-dyed t-shirt. But just then, as Britney made a particularly ferocious assault against her clitoris, Claire made eyecontact with the woman.
Claire quickly stroked her lover's ear, a silent way of screaming at the top of her lungs, "OH GOD I'M GONNA CUM!" She was still look at the woman, who had resumed her seat, but she was thinking of that one moment that she'd almost been seen.
She exploded into Britney's awaiting mouth as she doubled over, biting her fist to stifle her gasps. She rarely had more than one orgasm when they met, but she felt the quality far outweighed the quantity. Britney finished up and got up to sit between them, feeling elated that she'd given her woman so much.
"Movie's almost over." Said Lauren from beside them. "You two wanna come over to my house for tonight?" Britney looked at Lauren, who simply smiled, so Britney looked back, nodding.
"Ok, but on one condition, Laur."
"What's that?"
"That you break one rule."
"But we-"
"Please. You need it more than any of us."
Lauren sighed, but she was smiling. "Fine. What do I do?"
Lauren thought for a second, but Claire spoke up in a whisper. "You see that woman over there?" she pointed. "The one in the tie-dye. She'll go to the bathroom once the movie ends. Go in after her, tell her your name, show her your breasts, and tell her you want to sleep with her tonight."
Lauren listened anxiously. For all her austerity, she was really dead afraid that anyone would find out. "And if she says yes?"
"Then we all have a lot more fun tonight."
I hope you liked my story. I may continue it, tell me if you think I should at samajisan@yahoo.com. It's fictional, but the characters and the Public Works Club are both based on real people I know (and am!).
Tell me if you liked it, or if I'm not the only one to enjoy it better in public.