Allie Pt. 06

We got out downtown and had lunch in a diner that I knew from time. I expected that Allie would sit across from me. So it was an extra nice surprise when she slipped into the booth next to me, instead.

"Baby!" I said as she went shoulder to shoulder next to me.

She smiled up at me and grabbed my arm, snuggling against my side. God, I was into her. Couldn't pretend otherwise even if I wanted to. If I could handcuff her to me, I would've.

She was looking around the place, taking in the 50s decor. "No one is gonna recognize us in here," she said astutely.

I nodded my head. "Yeah - I figured that we wudn't likely to run into anyone we knew in this joint."

She squeezed my arm and relaxed.

I pulled up the menu and got us two milkshakes.

"Have you been planning this long?" she asked.

"I had things on my mind," I replied. "I don't have a ton to spend. But what I got, I'll happily spend on you."

"I don't want that," she said quickly. "I don't want you to waste money on me."

"If I spend money for you to have a good time, then it isn't a waste."

She looked at me warily. "I'm serious."

I smiled down at her. "So am I."

She seemed unconvinced but relaxed against me again.

The waitress came with our milkshakes and Allie's eyes lit up. "Miss, can I have another straw, please?" she said.

I had started in on my chocolate shake when the waitress came back with the straw. Allie thanked her.

Then she put the second straw in my drink and pulling on the straw in her drink and mine at the same time, started to down both simultaneously.

She even took the time to crane her neck to look at me as she drank both drinks right in front of me.

"Who do you think you are?" I muttered flabbergasted.

"It's my birthday," she gurgled with her mouth full.

"Yesterday was your birthday," I pointed out. "Today, you're just trying to eat everything that you see me having."

"Your stuff tastes better," she complained. I was trying to shove her out of range of the straw in my drink when she resorted to dirty tactics. She knelt on the seat next to me, turning my mouth to hers and kissed me, all sexy and wet and tasting of chocolate and strawberry. She was working her arm around me, turning me on and getting in close. And just when my hands started to rise and come around her waist, she broke the kiss, grabbed my drink and slid off the seat in the booth, scurrying to the opposite side of the table with both drinks, slurping away like a chipmunk hoarding before winter.

I could still taste her - and both drinks - on my mouth, when I finally opened my eyes.

"You'd make more friends if you were a little nicer. Sharing is caring."

She smiled from the other side of the table. "Then you must care about me a lot," she said with a twinkle in her eye, still slurping away.

This little bitch...! "Fuck... off..." I said, cackling.

But, of course, she was right. There probably wasn't anything that I liked more than the fact that she thought what was mine was hers. Because, by extension, I was hers, too.

I could hear the shallow bubbling sound of two drinks that had by sucked dry. She straightend, closing her eyes with satisfied delight.

"What are you having for lunch?" she said.

***

"And that's why I can't take the Avengers seriously," she finished with a flourish.

"Because Iron Man ain't a big leaguer?"

"No... It's because they're the best Marvel has to offer and they'd get curb stomped by just Superman and Wonder Woman alone. Forget about the rest of the Justice League."

"That's why the Avengers work," I contended. We'd had this argument before. "Superman and Wonder Woman are actually fucking Gods. What problem can't they solve? If they have to work together on something, who else is supposed to help? It would be like calling in Jesus to clean up a mess - and calling in his disciples to make a Team-up. What - Jesus needs back up?"

Allie just shook her head. "Avengers are small potatoes."

"Avengers are a team up that makes sense. Each of them is strong enough to kick some ass on their own but none are so strong that they can't get beat down if the odds are against them. DC out here making us believe that Batman could beat Superman or Wonder Woman. That they need him... Justice League is just the Super Friends..."

"And Avengers are pretenders..." she started to say as I started singing the Super Friends theme song for good measure. Mature as ever, Allie shoved a handful of popcorn into my mouth to shut me up.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh..." came the sound from in front of us. We weren't trying to be rude, but we were probably succeeding. Allie sometimes forgets her indoor voice at home and when she starts pontificating, I often forgot where we were. Like now in this movie theater, pretending to watch Shazam with the dude from Chuck.

I always liked that show, but I wasn't feeling the movie.

Allie started to giggle as we got shushed again. "I guess we're making too much noise," she said.

"You into this? You wanna bounce?" I asked.

She looked to the screen and then cast a look over at the 5 or 6 heads resting against the backs of chairs in the theater. Then she turned to me.

"Not yet," she said. "It's getting to the good part."

My eyebrows rose. "You seen this already?"

"This part coming up - yeah I did," she said. "Wanna know what happens?"

If it would make the flick more bearable then I was all ears.

Allie leaned over and whispered in my ear. "This is the part where my sexy boy-toy goes down on me and makes me cum during the loudest part of the movie."

My eyes went wide and when I backed away, Allie had a huge smile on her face before biting her lip.

Fuck - it was like, so dangerous. But she'd thrown down the fucking gauntlet...

"Gurl, we about to get thrown in jail!"

"Please... daddy..." she mouthed.

My eyes went wide again. Her saying Daddy did something to me. It was like a spark went off in my head, preventing any more decision making.

I rolled my eyes hard. I knew I had no fight in me when she did shit like that.

I took one last, quick look around and shifted down onto one knee in the aisle, lifting her leg over me.

The sundress was so flimsy it could blow away in the breeze so hiking it over my head wasn't nearly as stuffy as I expected in the small space between her thighs. Her panties were pungent and that told me immediately that she had been looking forward to this.

The smell of her was so wild, so pure, that any misgivings that I had were gone by the time I pulled her flimsy panties to the side to lay bare her coral-pink, hairless kitty.

I licked her up and down and again. She stifled a sound but it wouldn't have mattered. Like she said, the room was suddenly vibrating with sound from the speakers, masking even the loudest sounds that Allie could make.

I could feel my dick jump in time to each little jump she made when I flicked her clit. And I knew how unbearable it would be to not fuck her right there in the theater.

Stroke after stroke, up, over and around her little button, shaping it with my tongue. Playing with the sides. Pulling on the butterfly wings with my lips, the pink petals of her flower. Dipping my tongue between them and licking my way back up to her nub. I know some guys think it beneath them but I never got that. The smell of her was putting my dick into a painful state - like my dick was about to have a heart attack. I could feel the space in my jeans getting tighter and tighter each time I hit her clit and she twisted her fingers in my hair, each time she jumped at the spark of my tongue on her button, each time her hands pulled my head deeper between her legs.

10 minutes in she was so musky and hot under the sundress that I had to lift it clear to sneak a look at her, looking up her body from the gap in her thighs that my head filled. Her head was back, way back over the edge of the seat back and a strap of the sundress had fallen off of her shoulder. And even if I didn't know that she was close from the way she shuddered and smelled, I'd know right away from the way that her thumb and forefinger were twisting the living hell out of her bare nipple and the way that the other nipple was jutting out of the dress like it was its own little erection. The sight of it begging for the attention that she was giving the other one screamed at me and I licked my fingers and replaced my mouth on her pussy with my thumb so that I could straighten just enough to pull the other strap off her shoulder and suck that nipple into my mouth like it was the last thing I'd ever do.

Her head flipped back up and I could hear her grunt at the sensation of my tongue sucking on her huge nipple. She was gritting her teeth as my mouth slurped at her tit and my thumb flicked her clit in time to my finger probing her silken wet hole. Her hand held me in place as I suckled her, long enough for me to not be able to take it any more. I pulled my mouth off of her nipple and crashed into her parted lips, kissing and slurping, half swallowing the cuss words that were now coming out of her mouth as I started to finger fuck her.

She held me close as we kissed. I could feel her legs start to twitch and knew that if I fished my dick out and fed it into her pussy 1) she wouldn't stop me for a second or complain in the least, even if someone in the theatre saw me doing it, 2) her pussy would swallow me balls deep like a hoover vacuum before I could even think twice and 3) no amount of explosions would cover the sound of her voice when she went ballistic and started cumming like a freight train.

Those three things were the only thing stopping me from doing what my tortured cock was yelling at me to do. So I pulled myself off of her puffy, kiss swollen lips and made my way back down her body, to where I had to finish what I'd started.

"Bay--bee..." she gasped, realizing that it was the home stretch.

I looked in her eyes and kissed the inside of her thigh.

Then I shifted in the small space, held her thigh open and then stuck three fingers of my right hand into her cunt while working her love button with the flat of my wet tongue. My fingers were coated with slippery slime right away and I started to jam them into her like a madman in time to my slow tongue on Allie's clit.

I didn't have to look up at her to see what that would do to her. I could see her hand grip the handles of the seat in a white knuckled death grip for about a minute before she bucked at the waist, like the feeling was burning her alive.

Then her hands doubled up covering her mouth and I knew...

I just started rubbing her clit side to side quickly, back and forth with my wet fingers, vibrating the orgasm out of her.

She had done an incredible job of stifling the sounds that she wanted to make well. It was just kind of a muffled drone, or maybe a stilted, high-pitched shriek that lasted a full ten seconds but couldn't go any farther than five or six seats in any direction given that it was the loudest part in the movie. She was just shaking like a leaf from her head to her feet, and then her flexed foot relaxed only for her toes to start flexing and extending erratically like her body had broken or something.

I rubbed and rubbed her clit until the tightness in her body finally started to taper away and she started to breath again. I kissed her clit one last time before covering her kitty with her panties once more and slipping back onto the chair next to her.

I was forehead to forehead with her. It was nuts I thought, looking at her. The way her skin flushes and the way her nose gets red when she cums. It was nuts how hot she looked. Like there couldn't be a man in the world that wouldn't want to fuck her brains out when she looked like that.

She kissed my lips, as wet as always but there was that extra movement of her tongue. And then I realized: she was tasting herself on me.

My dick was numb. And then she had to say the last thing I needed to hear.

"I... I wanna fuck," she said in a small, dazed voice. "Baby... I want your cock inside me. Please, baby... Baby, please..."

I pushed my face into the small of her neck as she continued to beg me for it. I had to clench my fists a few times to hold the fire at bay, to keep from mounting her like an animal right there.

I did the whole nine-- deep breaths, imagining I was somewhere else, telling my dick to quit it. It took maybe a minute before I could trust myself to back away and look at her.

She was biting her lip, the slut. She still wanted it.

Inside I was crying.

"Be strong, baby," I said with my eyes closed.

When I opened them, her face looked the same. And her treacherous little hand went to the front of my jeans, fiddling with the zipper. She didn't give a fuck what I wanted. The plan was plain as day behind those gorgeous brown eyes: to get my dick in her mouth, get the head of my cock a good way down her throat and then to mount me faster than I could stop her.

And her plan had an excellent chance of working.

But then, God saved me and the credits started to roll.

"Jesus--that was bad," came a voice from a man starting to stand.

Allie's head fell back in defeat and frustration as her hand on my fly went still. Inside, I was like a preacher at an evangelical revival dancing and hollering "Praise Jesus! Praise Jesus!"

The guy was just about level with our aisle when I looked past Allie to him. "Yo--ask for my money back, too, eh, bro," I said to him.

"I want my fuckin' time back," he said in frustration, not breaking stride.

I turned back to Allie. Her perfect fucking face. Steam coming off of her head.

"For real tho--the movie wasn't that bad," I said as serious as I could.

She didn't say anything. Allie really was used to getting her way. A day of denying her would either get me killed or lead to a sequel that would somehow top the bananas nonsensical jungle fucking that we did yesterday.

I didn't really know if that was possible, but the look on her face was inspiring.

"Come to the bathroom with me," she said seriously.

God in heaven, did you actually send me a nympho?!?

"I want you... SO bad, I think I'm about to pass out," I said plain. "But I told you: we were cooling it today."

Her bitch face was in full effect and it met an equally unimpressed and unmoving expression on my own. And then, when the wall of me was finally in place, it happened. When her shoulders finally sunk, when her face finally fell and the defiance on her face was replaced with that genuine lip-quivering despair, despair of not touching me, of not having me inside her, I'll be real with you, my heart fell, too. Fell so hard, plummeted so fast, that I knew it wasn't just the fire in our blood... It wasn't just two horny teenagers.

I knew that this had to be fucking love. I didn't just want to fuck her because she was a sex-dream come true...

I was totally prepared to fuck her just to see her smile.

"Did you like me going down on you?" I whispered.

Her eyes closed and she pushed her forehead against mine, grabbing my ears in both hands, like she didn't know what to do with herself.

I never felt so close to anyone before. Not like that, with us burning alive for each other, there as the theatre cleaners started down the aisles past us.

I finally pulled free of her, but she wouldn't look at me. I tried to rub her shoulder and she swatted my hand away.

I chuckled and she turned and got her little purse and stood.

We walked side by side out of the theatre. It always shook the fuck outta me when I stepped out of a matinee show, like my brain melted a little going from the dark to the light.

There was a park nearby, I said to her. She still wouldn't look at me but lifted her chin to agree.

Halfway there she finally slipped her little hand into mine. I squeezed, waited for a beat.

She squeezed back.