It might be weird, but I felt a bit of pride hearing that I made Deen wet. I’d accomplished it many times before, of course—a bit of bragging there. But it was different that she said it. I was certain that a bazillion guys, and maybe, gals as well, would want to be in my position. And they weren’t. Deen really was my trophy girlfriend.

  But she was richer than me. Not sure how this would work out. Sugar-mommy-trophy-girlfriend-hybrid?

  I coated my fingers in Deen’s honey, caressing the folds between her legs. She let out a long sigh. She melted against me, awkwardly linking her left arm with my right and rubbing her cheek against the top of my head.

  I lightly pinched Deen’s most sensitive area between the length of my index and middle finger, kneading it a bit. She mewed in satisfaction, her eyes closed. A bit annoying that she came to the movies for this instead of watching the story.

  I continued my downward search for the entrance. Given my short arms, it was a challenge to reach the hole, which was the goal. I couldn’t resist that rhyme. I leaned more to the right as I hooked a finger inside of her, massaging the front wall. This was the most that I could do.

  Moaning softly, Deen gasp. “More fingers…”

  I obliged, even though it was really difficult to reach deep from this angle. Quite different from playing with Deen if she were in front of me. No way I’d reach the sensitive spots inside of her. I hastened my rubbing speed, to give her some pleasure, wildly wiggling my fingers to make her feel full.

  Her juices made slight sloshing noises, which were slightly audible in the silence of the theater. The movie reached a suspenseful part, with the main character stalking his brother in the middle of the night. He assumed that his brother was off to kill people and eat them.

  For a few moments, I absentmindedly massaged Deen’s warm insides while watching the movie. The scene had now changed. It was filmed from the first-person perspective of the main character hiding in the bushes. The only sounds were the mild rustling of the leaves and the actor’s nervous breathing. The scene pulled me in that I almost forgot what I was doing to Deen until more of her juices trickled down my fingers.

  Deen loudly inhaled once and shivered, squeezing my arm with a strong grip. After several seconds, she exhaled and deflated against me.

  “Did you come?” I asked in a low voice.

  “Yes… A bit. Um…”

  “Don’t worry. I’m going to make you cum so much more.”

  “Really?” Deen looked at me with an excited expression, as if she had won a free cruise trip. Though, she probably wouldn’t be excited with that prize because she could easily buy it. Realizing that she might’ve looked too excited, she took it back a bit and asked, “What about you?” She placed her hand on my thigh.

  “No need, Deen,” I said. “Enjoy this movie date. I want this to be all about you.”

  “But that’s not fair,” she replied, her brows furrowing. “I should also—”

  “It’s fine, really. You can repay me next time. This is your moment since this is our first movie date. I want this to be super memorable for you.”

  The actual reason was I wanted to watch the movie in peace. All I had to do was continue playing with her, and she wouldn’t bother me. This must be one of the most brilliant ideas I had for a long time—we’d both get what we wanted. What was more, I could use this as leverage for Deen in the future. I’d get all dramatic, telling her to remember our movie date when I did all the work.

  “But still,” Deen said, “I also want you to—oh!”

  I pulled out my hand from her pants. “Lick them,” I said, presenting my fingers coated with her honey. They glistened, giving off a sweet smell mixed with a hint of saltiness. “Taste yourself,” I added with a commanding tone.

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  Deen eagerly nodded as she followed my orders. She held my wrist. Then she licked my fingers clean. Well, they weren’t really clean. She replaced her juices with saliva. Fair enough.

  I returned my hand into her pants. Instead of fingering her, which wasn’t that pleasurable for her, I imagined, I decided instead to play with her tiny peanut hidden under a fleshy hood. It just looked like a peanut to me. I playfully squeezed it between my fingers.

  From the tone of Deen’s moans, I knew that she was having a better experience this time. I patted myself on the back—girls knew what other girls wanted. But the problem with being in a relationship with another woman… was that I knew that women could be quite a handful. And my hand was very wet right now.

  After the little foreplay of running my fingers over Deen’s mound, I focused on her most sensitive spot. I rubbed it with the tip of two fingers.

  Deen was having a grand time. She squirmed beside me while letting out small gasps. Then, she suddenly froze. I heard the reason soon enough. Some voices. People walked down the aisle near us, looking for a seat. Deen grabbed my hand and frantically tried to pull it out of her pants.

  “Don’t panic,” I scolded her under my breath. “You’re making us look weird.”

  Deen froze. “Wha-what should we do?”

  “Nothing. Make sure to cover my arm with your bag.”

  The group of people walked near us. College students probably wanting to watch a horror flick. Unfortunately for them, this wasn’t the sort of movie they were looking for. Definitely no screaming going on here. They stopped next to the row in front of us while surveying where they’d sit.

  Deen was doing her best to imitate a mannequin as her heart raced. Sensing an opportunity to tease Deen, I started to play with her again. Her entire body trembled. I could almost swear that she suddenly became wetter. She pleaded for me not to continue in the tiniest of whispers, but I didn’t listen to her.

  What she decided to do was sit as still as she could, combatting the tremors of pleasures going through her body. Even though she was deathly scared to get discovered—the group was near enough that we could hear their conversation—she was insanely turned on by the situation.

  Several seconds later, the group decided that they wanted to sit somewhere to the back. When we could no longer hear their footsteps, Deen allowed herself to come.

  “I hate you… I hate you…” Deen moaned while her body shook. It took her almost half a minute to calm down. “Oh my gosh, I really hate you for that. Don’t ever do that again.”

  I looked her straight in the eye. “I’ll do what I want to do because you’re mine.”

  She sharply breathed. Her mound quivered under my fingers. “Oh…”

  “What?”

  “I think… I think I squirted a little when you said that.”

  I grinned. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

  “Sometimes, it feels good when you’re bossing me around,” she replied with a resigned shrug. “But I still hate you for what you did.”

  “Punish me later,” I said. “I’m sure you’ll have fun bullying me in revenge. For now, just sit back, relax, and come as much as you can.”

  The rest of the movie proceeded peacefully. No more people went near us. I was able to watch without getting bothered, while my fingers worked tirelessly—thank you, regeneration. After about an hour of silent fingering, I stopped. “Deen, I think the movie is about to—Wait. Were you sleeping?”

  “Uh… Wha-what?” Deen jerked in her sit. “Oh. I think… I was drifting in and out of sleep. Having your fingers inside me feels very comforting,” she added in a sultry tone. “I could get used to it. I did get used to it. After coming so many times, I just wanted to sleep.”

  “You could’ve told me so that I could stop,” I said, pissed at the disrespect. It was common courtesy to not sleep when getting fingered. At least, I think it was. “Anyway, the movie’s about to end.”

  “We should get going then,” Deen said, rummaging in her bag. She then pulled out my hand and sprayed it with alcohol. Then she wiped it with wet wipes.

  Damn, she’s prepared. I sat there, looking like a kid with my mom cleaning my dirty hand. “We should leave before the credits roll,” I said. “Fewer people heading to the exit.”

  “I agree. There’s just one problem.”

  “My panties are really, really wet. I didn’t bring any change.”

  I giggled. “We’ll just quickly go to the parking area and drive home. They’ll eventually dry. Gross, but you don’t have a choice.”