Everything seems to be such a whirlwind at the mall, and you are sure your credit card will be hurting from it when you finally take the skinsuit off. If, you take the skinsuit off, you have to admit the longer it stays on the more comfortable and carefree you feel, and you wonder does your girlfriend feel the same way? Would you be willing to give up your life to return to middle school?
"Oh my gosh! We cant leave with out seeing a movie!" Your girlfriend tugs on your arm, pulling you toward the theater. "It would be the perfect end to our date!" She gives you a wink and a grin that makes you wonder what she has in mind.
You give a soft shrug, what is the worse that could happen. "Well there is a comedy I have been wanting to see." You remark, walking with her to the theater, only to stop at your first obstacle, the movie is rated R and there is no way that the greasy haired teenager manning the ticket booth will let you in with how you currently look. Your heart sinks, the only other movie even coming close to showing right now is a generic comic book movie. You hoped it would turn her off, but she just seems to grin even wider, her hand selecting the seats at the far back edge of the theater.
"I don't care what movie I am watching, as long as I am with you." She coos happily, pressing your arm against her breasts as you two enter the theater, the lights already low as the previews had just begun. You note that barely anyone seems to be in the theater, which makes you feel a bit better for whatever she has planning. The moment you sit down she pulls you into a kiss, her tiny lips dancing across yours, her tongue darting in and out of your mouth.
You pull away for a moment, your heart beating rapidly as she pulls your hand forward to grope her left breast, you can feel the softness underneath the cloth as your hand cups it. "No one can see us." She whispers and pulls your shirt forward again for another kiss, this time she nibbles on your lip and then moves to your ear, giving a very soft and cute moan as she tries to push her chest forward in her hand. "Can you feel my heart?"
You gulp and nod, a raging hardon in your pants that you shift uncomfortably in your seat to contain as she gives your cheek a small kiss, her delicate hands moving over the arm rest to stroke your crotch through your pants. "I don't really care about the movie." She confesses, her fingers parting the top of your pants and sneaking past your underwear. "I want to play a game." She takes your hand from her breast and moves it lower, slipping it into the white hotpants you saw her buy earlier. You can feel the white cotton of her panties and then your fingers are engulfed in the wet burning heat of her slit. In your mind you can only think of the brief glimpse of it you got earlier in the dressing room.
"Whoever squirts first, loses." She whispers as her fingers grip your shaft, rubbing the tip of it with her thumb.
"I don't think we should be doing this in a.." You whisper back, trying to fight back a moan, already you can feel she is winning.
"Scared your going to lose?" She grips you harder and begins to pump faster.
You begin to feel a childish urge to win grow within you, any thoughts of watching the movie fade as your pointer finger curls inside of her virgin slit and gently pushes in. "No way I am going to lose." You bite back.