The Spaces Between - Story Three

### Chapter 1 - A New Understanding

Michael: Hey, so do you want to finish the movie?

Naomi: I am hoping that if you want sex, you don't have to make an excuse to come over?

, you really think so little of me?

Naomi: I think very specifically of you.

Michael: Ouch. I was going to offer to bring dinner, but maybe I should reconsider.

Naomi: What are you bringing?

Michael: Now you're interested.

Naomi: If I have to put up with you, at least let me eat well.

Michael: That's fair. How about Thai?

Naomi: Sold. Be here by eight.

Michael knocked lightly on Naomi's door, balancing the takeout bag in one hand. When she opened it, she was in a loose hoody and yoga shorts and looked completely at ease.

"Smells good," she said, taking the bag from him and heading toward the kitchen.

Michael followed, watching as she set out plates and chopsticks with effortless familiarity. This was different from Parksville, even from their date a couple of nights ago. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty--just an unspoken understanding between them.

As they sat at her small kitchen table, three chairs with one occupied by the ThaiAway takeout bag, Michael took a bite of his pad thai before breaking the silence. "So... you really thought I was just looking for an excuse to sleep with you?"

Naomi smirked as she twirled her noodles, her native skill with chopsticks on clear display. "Weren't you?"

He exhaled a short laugh. "Maybe. But I want to see you as well."

She raised an eyebrow and smiled; reaching over to him, she gave him a small peck on his lips.

Naomi tilted her head, considering. "That's new."

"Is it?"

She nodded. "Before, I think you wanted me to be something more."

Michael sat back, mulling that over. Maybe she was right. He looked back on young Michael as a bit of a horn dog, desperate for physicality, but perhaps he was also lonely.

"I think I just wanted to understand you," he admitted. "Is that why the cold shoulder in Parksville? Did you feel I was coming on too strong?"

"Yes and no," Naomi said, head down, taking a second to look up her almond shaped eyes not vulnerable but recalling some moment when she was unsure. "You were coming on too strong, but it wasn't that I didn't want a boyfriend; it was more that you were the first boy I had done anything with. It scared me to think how much more you might want me to do when I wasn't even sure myself."

"Oh Naomi, shit," Michael shook his head, "That sucks, I feel bad that I pushed you so hard that night."

"No, Michael, I am really glad I did it. My sisters were great for telling me what was coming when I went to university, but in retrospect, I am grateful that we had prom night. It made me much more comfortable and aware when other opportunities arrived."

Michael ate noodles for a bit. "Look, I really enjoyed our movie date, and I am pretty sure some of that seduction was from you, but with our history, maybe we can just come out and say it. I want to see you again, in bed, in other places, clothed, naked, eating, watching, you know, whatever."

"And if I just want an occasional diversion with no commitments, titles, or expectations," Naomi poked her chopsticks into his dish.

"If we set some ground rules to keep us safe, I don't mind that. I will let you know if my feelings change, and we can talk about it then."

She pushed aside his plate, "I think we have had enough then."

She pulled the takeout bag off the chair between them, reached down to his crotch, and squeezed gently. Her lips came down again on his. "Michael, are you clean.. I mean sexually."

He nodded.

"Leave the condom then, my birth control is good."

She pulled the hoody over her head. He reached for her small breasts. She hummed.

"My tits are cold, Michael," Naomi looked down at her own erect nipples.

"I think I can help," Michael said, lowering his mouth onto the left breast and covering the right with what he hoped were warm hands. He loved this feeling; he had never met a woman as reactive to his touch as Naomi.

From their very first encounter, the fact that she could orgasm even to play with her breasts or have regular intercourse opened up a world for him. She was going to get to her needs regardless of what he did. Strangely, he was more relaxed this session, and he instantly felt he could be more creative.

With that in mind, he put both arms between her legs. He was happy to see that there was heat there, but that wasn't the reason. He set his core and, without removing his mouth from her breast, stiffened his arms and picked her up.

"Michael", Naomi squeaked out.

He moved from the kitchen to the living room, with a lovely couch. He ignored it at first, pressing Naomi against the wall with the sweater still on, using his left hand to support her as he brought it from behind and pushed her firmly into the wall. Supported by friction, he took one hand and brought it between her legs, rubbing against her yoga shorts, and then with a quick flick against her bare skin.

He took his mouth from her breast, "Okay, I have wanted to do this for so long, you are like a toy; you're so light."

She didn't respond, her body stiffening as his fingers grew ever closer to her clit. He began to kiss up her chest to her neck and then opened her lips with his tongue. His fingers moved over her clit, stimulating her as they moved from side to side. He wasn't a weight lifter, though, and with some thought, he pushed his fingers into her as he slowly started to lower her to the couch beside them. She went over the arms a little less than gracefully, but luckily, their kiss and his manual stimulation didn't stop.

He pushed her back on the couch, and she quickly grabbed her silky black hair to prevent it from being snagged on something. He went over the arms, and now his weight was on her. Both were hands-free, one working inside her and another moving back on top to explore her breasts. She started to pant, and he was again amazed at how quickly she was getting to orgasm. He has never had sex with a woman like this. He pulled off his shirt with his free hand and sacrificed it. He pulled out briefly and lifted her up, placing his shirt under her butt and in front of her sex. Not a moment too soon, as she started to spasm and his fingers were drenched.

He let her calm while he pulled out of his pants. Looking around her place, he realized she was pretty high up, and they wouldn't really need to worry about lookie-loos except from other buildings' inhabitants with binoculars.

Her hand with skin tones slightly darker than his own, around his penis brought him back to what was happening. Naomi stroked him up and down, pulling the angle towards her legs.

"Ready" Michael smiled and repositioned, getting comfortable between her legs. He moved his hand over his cock, getting it wet with her juices. The warmth and fantastic feeling on his cockhead told him he was in the right place and he went in quickly as she tilted a little to meet him. He kissed her again. Bringing his hand up to bring her neck into him. He was forceful this time like he was afraid she would stop the kiss, holding her in place. Her body started to quiver again, and he kept thrusting, knowing that he was still a way from completion.

She reached out to his hips. Putting her hands on his side, she pulled. Her efforts to pull him in were negligible, but it was clear in Michael's understanding that she wanted more. He started timing better, pulling out slower and slamming back in harder and faster. She started to flex again, her legs coming up to grip him inside her. Once again, the warmth and wetness.

They calmed again. She made little mewling noises that he enjoyed. She was no kitten, though; her confidence since Parksville was tremendous, and he wondered what had changed her. Judging her ready, he started again before he lost his erection.

She moaned, and he kissed her mouth again before sitting up a little and pulling her back off the couch, so he went in at a different angle. He moved down to lick her breasts again, alternating between one chocolate nipple and the next. Her head on the couch and her back off the edge, her butt in his lap he kept pushing and pushing. He felt his orgasm rising and hers as well.

Once again, she beat him. Her legs tightened, and she grabbed his hair painfully, bringing him up to her mouth while she orgasmed again. Her excitement carried through, and his body reacted, flooding her with his cum as he orgasmed too. He lifted himself off her mouth and nestled in the space between her neck and shoulder as he held her tight and shook, his own orgasm massive and undeniable. He kept going till the sensation was too much for his penis, and he stopped.

The feeling of cum and fluid covering his lap, made him realize he hadn't really saved the couch much with his shirt. He lifted her and tried to carry her to the bathroom; coming out of her with a plop, he tried to hold her butt a little higher.

Michael was strangely happy even with this messy aftermath. He looked at her sweat-streaked hair, and her eyes closed as she breathed. He couldn't resist and planted a sweet kiss on her lips as he placed her on the toilet. Her shower was similar to his, and he started to run it while she collected herself. The air between them had shifted--more effortless, more natural. Michael didn't feel the need to push for anything more than what was already there.

"Quick shower and then eat?" Michael asked tentatively.

Naomi looked up from her lap, smiled, and nodded, "Let me shower alone, though; something tells me you aren't done for the night, and I really need to eat."

### Chapter 2 - Fast then Slow

Michael had a good day. A really good day. He and his team had found almost three quarters million dollars of missing equipment in the field. For a fintech they were good with software but kept making basic mistakes on hardware. The fact that he had spent the last week with Saniya was just icing on top.

Saniya had been hired by the CFO to get costs under control. He hadn't worked with a lot of accountants, but she was whip smart, funny and incredibly attractive. With the confidence he had gained with Naomi, he had flirted, and to his surprise, he felt she had responded positively even suggesting and going on a few work lunches while they tried to locate spare parts spread among dozens of technicians and shops.

Maybe it was the thrill of achievement, or maybe the fact that Saniya was wearing a split leg skirt that kept revealing her thigh all day that kept him on edge. Michael felt a spark in his blood that needed somewhere to go. And he knew exactly where he wanted to take it.

He leaned against the frame of Naomi's door, feeling the weight of the day settle into the curve of his spine, the confidence of success making him loose-limbed and self-assured. He had texted her half an hour ago, a simple, direct message: "I need you. Be home."

She LOL'd. She always laughed when he played at control; she seemed to like the aggressiveness, and she didn't say no.

Now, as she stood in her doorway in a loose tank top and those ridiculously soft shorts that barely qualified as clothing, he let his gaze run over her with no pretense of subtlety. She rolled her eyes but stepped back to let him in.

"You always this bossy when you have a good day?" she asked, closing the door behind him.

Michael turned, crowding into her space before she could step away. "I'm so ready, but let me know if you want to file a complaint." His voice was low, almost a murmur, but something sharp in his delivery made the corner of her lips twitch in amusement.

"Not yet," she admitted.

His hands found her hips, the familiar heat of her skin even through the thin fabric. He walked her backward until she hit the door, the quiet _thump_ of it settling against the frame the only sound between them. Naomi let her head tip back against the wood, watching him with knowing eyes, waiting to see what he'd do next.

Michael dipped his head, his mouth grazing her jawline before moving to her ear. "Been thinking about this all day. About you."

Her breath hitched slightly, and he felt her fingers curl against his shirt. "Is that so?"

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he let his hands slide lower, pressing her hips against his, letting her feel exactly how much he had been thinking about her. Naomi exhaled sharply, her nails grazing the back of his neck. He kissed down her neck, crouching as his fingers slid into the elastic of her shorts and pulled both them and the underwear underneath down her legs. His mouth followed down her shirt, first wetting the area around one nipple and then the other. He had enough reach to bring her shorts to her feet, and when she didn't lift them right away, he gave her a little bite on one nipple and a playful growl. She acquiesced, lifting her foot so he could toss her shorts behind him.

It was amazing how quickly he felt comfortable with her--an easy slide into something electric, charged, and fluid. He knew how she responded and how her body yielded and pushed back all at once. There was no hesitation when he came back up and angled his mouth over hers, no resistance when his hands guided her thighs up to wrap around his waist. With one hand, he flipped open his belt and pulled his zipper, and with one more move, had his pants around his ankles. He focused back on her, just a small body against his overwhelming desire.

She was no idle participant, reaching between her legs to grab his cock and bring it into her. He hadn't been sure, but she was clearly ready, and he let her sink down after he felt himself inside. He gave himself a moment to get used to the position. Then she looked at him and clearly squeezed his cock, pushing herself up a little in a gesture to indicate he should get on with it.

The doorframe shook as he pinned her against it, the pressure of her legs tightening around him, the soft sigh that slipped from her lips when his hands roamed up her sides. He pressed harder, his thigh slotting between hers, grinding slow and deliberate. Her breath stuttered, a barely-there whimper escaping as he rolled his hips into her, teasing, coaxing. Naomi arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, nails scraping his scalp in the way she knew made his pulse jump. She was close.

She felt weightless with the wall as a companion, and he could bring her up and push down with smooth motions, his hip motion easy and controlled. His cock moved in and out of her fluidly, and he could feel himself getting close as she gasped and crossed her first orgasm of the night off. She surprised him, grabbing his butt with her nails and pulling him in while also attacking his shoulder with a bite he felt right through his t-shirt.

He grinned against her hair. "Still not complaining?"

"Shut up, Michael," she muttered before lifting her arms and pulling his head back down to her. She said it with humor, but he responded with action. His body now brought her down with force. He felt her crash down on his penis as it reached deep in her. She made small grunts as she came down hard. He was so close, and he could feel the exquisite tension between his hard cock, and the feeling of release that was rushing toward him. He buried his head in her neck and gripped her body tight against him as he started to release, his ropey cum rushing to fill her.

Time blurred, the urgency giving way to a moment of clarity and peace. His breathing started to come under control. When he finally carried her to the couch, her shirt wet with sweat and saliva sticking to her chest, he gleefully kicked his pants off as he walked. Naomi leaned back, her hair spilling over the armrest as she looked at him. He lowered her down, caressing her sticky body as he looked at her.

"I am pretty sure you just christened my entryway." She smiled at Michael.

"I'm sorry, I just really, really needed to be inside you as soon as poss.."

A finger stopped his lips, "Michael, we're adults; you don't need to apologize for a little sexual force when I was clearly willing."

Michael smiled and kissed her. A long, slow kiss, questing with his tongue gently and forcefully.

"Stay the night," she said, briefly coming up for breath.

Michael hesitated just a fraction of a second. He hadn't planned on it. Hadn't even considered it. But the words came more straightforward than he expected as he looked at her, the way she stretched out, utterly un-selfconscious and inviting.

"Yeah. Okay."

Naomi smirked. "Good. Because I wasn't actually asking."

Michael laughed at his confident Naomi, clearly asking for what she wanted. And just like that, the night stretched before them, open and waiting.

Michael stirred awake to the sensation of warm, delicate fingertips tracing lazy circles over his chest. Naomi lay beside him, her body draped over the sheets, the morning light casting a soft glow over her skin. She was watching him, a small, knowing smile curving her lips.

"You were supposed to be somewhere today," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.

Michael blinked, his brain catching up to the memory of his plans. D&D with the guys. He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. "Yeah. Suppose I was."

Naomi hummed in amusement. "And yet, here you are."

His phone buzzed against the nightstand, and he glanced at the screen. Ben: You coming? We need to start if we are going to make progress today

Michael sighed, thumbs hovering over the keyboard before he quickly typed: Got caught up. Start without me.

He tossed the phone aside just as Naomi shifted, pressing herself against him. Her mouth grazed his jawline before trailing down his neck. "Good choice," she whispered, her breath sending a ripple of anticipation through him.

Michael ran his fingers along her spine, feeling the way her body responded, supple and warm. She stretched against him, her thigh sliding over his, skin against skin. His hand traveled lower, resting on the curve of her hip before pulling her closer.

"You know," she said, shifting so she was perched over him, "I once dated a man who was almost twice your age."

Michael arched an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Naomi nodded, her fingers dancing over his stomach as she settled between his legs. "He was French. Older. Very confident. He taught me how to love sex, how to enjoy my body without hesitation."

Michael swallowed hard as she lowered herself, pressing a slow kiss just above his navel. "How did that even happen."

She paused, her hand softly gripping his shaft, it tightening beneath her fingers. "He was on campus for some sort of adult learning, and we kept running into each other in places where we could talk. I didn't even realize it was a seduction. He was clearly more aware of what would appeal to me than I was."

She squeezed and planted kisses around the base. "When we went to bed the first time, I was nervous, but I was also ready. That time at prom made me realize what desire felt like for us. When he touched me, it felt new, but also like something I knew I needed."

Michael was still, barely breathing between the story and her actions.

Naomi blew gently on Michael, the saliva and cool air, raising little bumps on his crotch. "The first time was so slow, so wonderful. I honestly couldn't have asked for better. Ren, my lover, was shocked at how easily my body responded. He was like a kid in a playground trying to figure out how many ways he could get me to cum, hands, mouth, dick, stroking, massaging, licking."

Michael croaked, "How long?"

"Oh, I think maybe four months. I started missing classes, and he was coming up at the end of his term. He asked me to come to St. Malo, but it was half-hearted; he didn't want to have anything more than this intense tryst. I know he was in control, and he took advantage of my naivety, but I can't complain. I learned so much. So much that I could apply to other partners, so much confidence I could bring. Really the best part was just how much I learned that my body could make me feel better, from orgasm to how relaxed and happy I could feel after a good fuck"

"The student becomes the master," Michael said, fingering her hair.

She smirked up at him. "That's lame, but sure. And I learned that I don't complicate sex--I just use it and enjoy it. Now shush"

Her mouth moved lower, and Michael's breath hitched as he felt her lips close around him, warm and unhurried. She wasn't one to deep throat; he could feel her tongue moving around his head, licking, questing, and then gently sucking off his head into her mouth and out. His hands found her hair, threading through the dark strands as she worked him with a slow, torturous rhythm. Every flick of her tongue sent a spark straight to his core, his hips instinctively shifting to meet her pace. Sometimes the porn watcher in him wanted to grab and throat fuck. Still, previous experience taught him this was the quick way to an aborted evening. He groaned, barely coherent, as his phone vibrated again, another message he had ignored entirely.

His legs started to tense, and she used her hand to stroke him faster, her mouth gently bobbing over his head. He barely whispered out, "Naomi, I'm going to cum" and she popped off, her hand over his head, and he was dripping warm cum onto his belly. She waited until he had stopped moving. Michael watched her nude form get up, and then he heard the water running for a bit; then she came in again, kneeling beside him; he felt a warm face cloth move over his chest and belly as she cleaned him up.

They drowsed, cuddling and falling asleep in the warm weekend sun. Time stretched, the morning becoming nothing but gentle laughs and caresses. Naomi blew him again, but before he could come, she came up and kissed him, his taste still on her lips. Michael flipped her effortlessly, pinning her beneath him as he traced kisses down her body. He wanted to return the favor, to make her fall beneath him just as she had done to him. Naomi gasped as his lips found her inner thigh, his tongue flickering over her sensitive skin. She arched against him, her fingers gripping his shoulders, her breaths turning ragged as he worshipped her with slow, thorough strokes.

"God, Michael," she moaned, her legs trembling as her climax built.

He didn't stop, his tongue pushing inside her and then coming out to give her a bath from her clit to the bottom of her slit. A moment of inspiration had him push her up with his hands supporting her buttocks; he used fingers to open her up and then ran his tongue over her anus. She was darker here than some of the other women he had been with, her own skin tone already a different hue than his, he could really call this a chocolate starfish.

She stopped, clearly surprised, but he continued, rimming her and then gently blowing the outside to increase the sensation. She started to moan again, and he continued focusing on applying different pressure to her. He used his fingers to gently press around the edges, giving her multiple sensations. His other hand rolled his thumb over her folds, pushing and rubbing on her clit.

"Fuck", Naomi whispered.

She started to moisten, and when he looked up, he saw her idling, playing with her breasts. She was holding still, clearly enjoying the feeling of his tongue and fingers on her anus. She gripped his hair, holding him down until suddenly she came with something between a cough and scream. Shattered, she gasped his name, her body tensing before melting into the mattress.

It was his turn to go to the bathroom; he rinsed his mouth with water and, seeing some Listerine, took a gargle. He warmed a cloth with hot water and came back in, ready to clean her ass and vagina.

"That was new; I sometimes wonder what anal would be like" Naomi smiled and gasped as he brought the cloth between her legs.

"I am surprised you haven't done that before; surely one partner has tried to get at your ass."

"You'd be surprised. When you can come from almost any partner, they don't really want to experiment," Naomi pushed herself up, motioning him to continue his cloth exploration.

"That's weird. Since that first night, I have been having nothing but fantasies about what to do with you," Michael grinned mischievously.

"Oh," Naomi raised her eyebrows as a question.

A buzz on his phone interrupted his response. Ben: ETA? We started, but your character is so complex. It's hard for me to side-run

Naomi looked on, but no look on her face told him her thoughts one way or another. Michael reached out and stroked her cheek before bending awkwardly to kiss her belly, twisting to type on his phone. I'm Still delayed. It could be a bit; I might not make it. He tossed his phone to the floor again. Focusing back on her delicious belly and breasts. He kissed his way back up, meeting her lips before rolling her onto her side. Their bodies fit together effortlessly, his chest pressed against her back as he nudged inside her, slow and deep. Naomi reached back, threading her fingers through his hair as he moved, their rhythm languid, indulgent. It was lovemaking in its purest form--unrushed, exploratory, an unspoken connection between them.

Another buzz from his phone. He groaned, reaching blindly to silence it. Naomi chuckled, her body tightening around him. "You're a terrible friend."

"I'll make it up to them," he muttered, gripping her hip and rolling her beneath him.

She only smirked before tilting her hips, inviting him in deeper. He could feel her warmth around his penis. She squeezed again, causing him to twitch inside her. The scent of their previous sessions was all around, and Michael couldn't get over how heightened he still was. He could already feel his orgasm rising and kept up a slow but forceful pace. He lifted her leg away from the bed so he could get better access, and his hand under her body quested for breasts as he removed his mouth and kissed down the side of her neck. She, in turn, brought her free hand against his waist and over his butt, alternatively pulling him in or pushing him out, trying to set her own rhythm.

She brought her hand against the bed between her legs, rubbing her clit to bring herself along faster. He could feel her fingers pushing against his head as it came close to leaving her. This was enough for him, and he started to spasm, once more unloading right into her. Naomi smiled and reached her hand up to grab his neck and bring him in for a kiss, her own orgasm not far behind his. They both kept moving gently, enjoying the aftershocks of their slow dual pleasure.

The morning stretched into the afternoon, punctuated by kisses, murmured words, stolen naps, and the occasional need for water and small fruit bites between rounds. Michael had never spent a day like this before. He had never let himself be swallowed whole by the simplicity of pleasure and company. He finally looked at his silenced phone, which had over a dozen unread texts.

Naomi traced idle patterns over his chest. "Do you regret missing your game?"

Michael smirked, brushing his lips against her forehead. "Not even a little, but I need to get going; I still need to do laundry before next week starts."

She sighed contentedly, nuzzling into him. "Fair enough, this was a great way to start my weekend. Oh, what type of fantasy did you settle on."

Michael laughed, pulling her closer. "I am not sure what this says about me, but ever since you said you didn't like skirts or going to the movies, I have been thinking about both.."

### Chapter 3: Theatre Moves

A few weeks later, he sent an afternoon text, his workday well over, but Naomi's likely midway. He had begun to get her cadence when she was busy and overwhelmed. Just over a month of sex, and he was already building a bit of a profile.

Michael: Hey Ms Yin, you up?

Naomi: If by up, you mean in arms at how crazy this industry is. They want me to hire a social media consultant who doesn't even use social media to promote the trailer.

Michael: That sucks. How about I take you to a movie?

Naomi: Hmm, let me guess... a romantic comedy?

Michael: Close, but think more... robotic. ????

Naomi: Oh! Transformers? Didn't that come out ages ago?

Michael: Yeah, but they're doing a special re-screening. Thought it might be fun to watch giant robots smash things on the big screen again.

Naomi: Sounds like a blast from the past. Count me in! I need a break from the stupidity of unrealistic business expectations.

Michael: Awesome. Saturday at 7?

Naomi: Perfect. I'll make sure to wear something... appropriate for the occasion. ????

you've got me curious.

Naomi: You'll just have to wait and see. But let's say I need your help with a little... distraction during the movie. ????

Michael: I can manage that. Looking forward to it.

Naomi: Me too, Michael. See you then.

Saturday evening arrived, and Michael found himself standing outside the vintage theater, its marquee glowing softly in the dusk. He checked his watch, anticipation bubbling within him. Moments later, he spotted Naomi approaching, and his breath caught.

She wore a short plaid skirt that swayed with each step, revealing a hint of her thighs. She exuded a playful yet seductive charm. Paired with a fitted white blouse that seemed like something he had seen in traditional chinese dramas that she sometimes watched. It clung to her slender frame, making her strangely more formal and more sexual at the same time. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her dark eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Hey there," she greeted, her lips curving into a teasing smile. She had on makeup, something she usually avoided, but she had applied it well and he recognized her effort to do something special for the evening.

"Hey yourself," Michael replied, his gaze lingering appreciatively. "You look... amazing."

"Thanks," Naomi twirled in a wholly uncharacteristic way. "Shall we?"

They purchased their tickets and entered the theatre, the scent of popcorn filling the air. Inside, the auditorium was sparsely populated, with only a few moviegoers scattered throughout. They chose seats near the middle, slightly off to the side, ensuring a semblance of privacy. As the lights dimmed and the trailers began, Naomi looked around and, clearly satisfied with what she saw, leaned closer, her breath warm against Michael's ear. "Remember that distraction I mentioned?"

Michael's pulse quickened. "How could I forget?"

She placed a hand on his thigh, her fingers drawing lazy circles. "Think you can keep a secret? I really wanted to try your fantasy."

He nodded, his throat suddenly dry.

Naomi's hand inched higher, slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. She guided Michael's hand to join hers, and he felt the heat of her skin and her inner thigh's softness. His fingers brushed against the edge of her sex, still not finding any barrier. He ventured further, and his fingers trailed over her lips. She let out a soft sigh.

Encouraged, Michael's hand ventured further, teasing the delicate fabric before slipping beneath it. Naomi bit her lip, her breath hitching as Michael felt her tense around his fingers. He moved slowly, exploring her, feeling her wetness grow with each gentle stroke. Naomi gasped a little, then grabbed her drink to cover her action. In the flash of the movie, he could clearly see his arm between her legs, her skirt pushed to indecency, which just made him more excited.

As the movie played on, oblivious to their intimate exchange, Naomi reached for Michael's belt, her fingers deftly unbuckling it. She slipped her hand inside, wrapping it around his hardness. He sucked in a breath, the sensation sending sparks through his body. She stroked him slowly, her thumb teasing the tip, spreading the moisture that had gathered there. Michael's hips lifted slightly, seeking more of her touch, but she maintained a teasing pace, keeping him on the edge.

He kept up his pressure on her, barely seeing the screen ahead of him and yet hyper-aware of the rest of the audience. The dual focus made it strangely hotter to be bringing her off. He withdrew his hand, reaching over to her side to grab popcorn with the same hand; bringing it to her mouth, he fed her a few kernels, watching her tongue take in her own juices. He ate the last few pieces himself, licking his fingers before bringing his hand down again. Michael watched her, captivated by her reactions, his own arousal pushing him close to the edge.

He pushed three fingers into her and curved them, moving with more speed now. Her legs clenched, a sure sign she was ready. Her breathing grew shallow, and she gripped the armrest, her body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Their combined movements created a rhythm, a dance of give and take, pleasure and restraint. The thrill of their public setting heightened every sensation, every touch.

Naomi's movements became more urgent, her body trembling as she neared another peak. With a muffled gasp, she clenched around Michael's fingers, her orgasm washing over her in shuddering waves. He continued to caress her, prolonging her pleasure until she gently pushed his hand away, overly sensitive.

She turned her attention back to him, her strokes becoming firmer, more insistent. Michael's breath hitched, his control slipping.

He wanted her, all of her, and despite the awkward angle, he lifted her onto his lap, her legs straddling him as her plaid skirt fanned over his thighs, barely concealing them. Her warmth against him sent a shiver through his body, but the position was less than ideal. Suddenly taller in this stance, Naomi gave a small laugh, adjusting herself, her knees bracketing the narrow seat. Michael gripped her hips, guiding her down, his breath catching as he slid into her. The sensation was incredible and overwhelming, but the rocking motion was so obvious, and the creak of the seat was loud in the relative silence of the theater.

They tried shifting and slowing, but it was clear that every move they made was either too blatant or too awkward. Michael finally exhaled in frustration, tapping her hip lightly. "This isn't working," he whispered.

Naomi giggled, nodding as she lifted herself off him with care. "I was wondering how long you'd last," she teased softly, settling back into her seat. She didn't seem disappointed, just amused, as if she had expected the outcome. Still, she had been happy to indulge him in trying.

Before he could dwell on the moment, she slid from her seat onto her knees, her fingers curling around him with ease. "But this... this always works," she murmured before taking him into her mouth.

Sensing his need, Naomi released him and shifted in her seat, lowering her head to his lap. Her tongue flicked out, tasting him before taking him fully into her mouth. Michael bit down on his knuckle to stifle a groan, the sensation overwhelming.

She moved with deliberate slowness, her mouth warm and wet around him, her hand mirroring the motion in a way that sent shivers through him. Michael's fingers tangled in her hair, his hips thrusting gently in time with her movements. Naomi cracked open her drink and took a sip from the edge, then returned to his penis, her mouth cold with the ice cube she had rolled onto her tongue. Michael groaned and gave her a playful smack on the butt, and he could feel her smiling under her hair, still on his cock.

He gripped the chair arms as he felt her delicious lips encasing him. She stopped periodically to stroke and squeeze him with her hand before sucking him in again. The variations of sensation was too much for him to even care about the crowd around him.

It didn't take long. The combined stimulation, the risk of discovery, and the sight of Naomi's head bobbing in his lap pushed him over the edge. With a muffled cry, he came, his release filling her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her movements slowing until he was spent.

Naomi sat up, wiping the corner of her mouth, her lips curling into a pleased smirk. "Enjoy the movie?" she whispered.

Michael chuckled breathlessly. "Best screening of Transformers I've ever attended."

She laughed softly, leaning in to kiss him, his taste lingering on her lips. "Glad I could make it memorable."

As the credits rolled and the lights rose, they straightened their clothes, sharing a conspiratorial grin. Hand in hand, they exited the theater, the night air cool against their flushed skin.

"What's next?" Michael asked, his thumb brushing over her knuckles.

Naomi tilted her head thoughtfully. "How about we get some ice cream? I hear there's a place nearby that's open late."

"Lead the way," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist.

As they walked down the street, the glow of the theater behind them, Michael felt strangely comfortable. He knew that Naomi was not his forever partner and a part of him hurt to admit that but for now... well for now he was happy.