Best Seats in the House Radclyffe

"Have you ever been to an X-rated theater?" Chris Stanley whispered as she waited for the doors to the Sea Surge Video Lounge to open.

"This isn't an X-rated movie theater," her best friend Jacqui "Jac" Burns muttered back. "It's a film screening."

Chris snorted. "Yeah, of a porn film."

"Erotica."

"You didn't answer my question."

"Yeah, I've been. Once or twice."

"No, I mean the real deal—Triple X on the marquee, raincoat in the lap, questionable substances on the floor ..." Chris grinned when Jac shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her black cargo pants and glowered. "Not one of those art-house soft focus, fade-to-black, pretend-sex movies."

"I know what you mean. And yeah, I've been."

"Not with Trish," Chris said with absolute certainty. Trish was no prude, Chris knew, but she wasn't the type to frequent scrungy movie theaters on the wrong side of town, either. Trish was a lady, just like Chris's girlfriend Emily. Chris and Jac didn't talk about the details of their sex lives—that would be disrespectful to their girlfriends—but she got the feeling Jac was getting it regular, just like she was. Emily never let her go without. Nope. Emily—cute, curvy, sweet-tasting Emily—never said no when Chris was in the mood for fast, hard fucking or slow, easy teasing, and even better, Emily never hesitated to jump Chris when she was horny. Still, there was no way Emily, or Trish for that matter, would sit in a theater full of people getting off watching a dirty movie. Even if they were all women like tonight. "Trish would worry about getting something nasty on her shoes."

Jac smiled. "No. It wasn't with Trish."

"Who?"

"Tanika Phillips."

Chris flashed on the buff, black, Ail-American basketball player she and Jac had gone to college with, and she experienced a totally unexpected surge of jealousy. "Uh, I... uh... never realized you and Tan ever dated."

Jac looked at her like she'd grown two heads. "We didn't date. We were buds. We hung out together. You know she's not my type." Jac grinned. "I like my women rounder and curvier and... you know, softer."

"Sure, just like I do," Chris said. Which was true. Well, most of the time. Every now and then she'd look at some hard-bodied dude with a swagger and feel a twinge in her clit. But she didn't think about that too much. "So, uh, you and Tan never ... got it on?"

The lounge in front of the theater was starting to fill up, and Jac shifted closer to Chris as the crowd pressed around them. "Not exactly."

"Not exactly?" Chris's clit jumped as she pictured Jac and Tan in a hot, sweaty embrace. Tight muscles straining, the two of them rolling around, fighting for the top position. She'd seen Jac naked in the gym plenty of times, so she didn't have any trouble envisioning her small firm breasts and tight pink nipples and long flat belly. She felt her clit thickening and tried to think of something else. "What does that mean? Exactly?"

"Well, sometimes we'd jerk off together afterward," Jac said in a low voice.

"You and Tan?" Chris was unable to keep the awe from her voice. "You jerked each other off?"

"Not each other, you twit." Jac shook her head and grinned, then tousled Chris's hair. "We just watched each other do it."

"Oh, right." Chris tried to sound nonchalant. She'd never jerked off in front of anyone except Emily, and even then, she usually got so self-conscious she couldn't come. She didn't have any trouble doing it when she was alone, thinking about Emily or sometimes . . . sometimes another face, another body, would fill her mind just before her clit exploded.

"Where?" Chris asked.

"Huh?"

"Where did you do it?" Chris got a flash of Tan and Jac shoulder to shoulder on a couch, their legs rubbing, groaning quietly while they... Her clit went thump thump and she banished the images. Jesus. What was wrong with her tonight?

"Where? Oh... in Tan's car, or sometimes in the alley out behind the bar. Remember that place?" Jac asked, fond nostalgia in her voice.

Chris nodded. They'd had some wild times, back before they got serious with their girlfriends. "Couldn't keep a lid on, huh?"

Jac laughed. "I might have been able to cool it, but when Tan had to get off there was no stopping her. And she liked company. Some nights I could hardly keep up."

The pictures were back—Tan and Jac leaning against the brick wall, heads back, eyes half-closed, hips dancing as they worked off their clits. Hoping to keep any more images out of her head, Chris scanned the crowd. Not far away she caught sight of a couple who had just joined the others waiting for the eight o'clock show. Both hot, both to her liking, in totally opposite ways. The taller one in the tight black leather pants reminded her of Jac—thick midnight hair, rangy build, slim hips—and she was packing and didn't care who knew it. The bulge behind her fly hung down like a sausage on the inside of her left leg. She had her arm draped over the shoulders of a smaller blonde in a short, short leather skirt and one of those satin corset-y things that pushed her tits up and made them look like they'd fall out if she took a deep breath. The blond femme seemed to like the package too, because every now and then she'd reach down and give her girlfriend's crotch a squeeze and a little jiggle.

"Jesus," Chris whispered. "Talk about getting some hand action."

"What?" Jac asked. "Where?"

"Over to your right. Some girl is jerking her girlfriend off in line."

Jac gave a lithe start and slowly turned. "Yeah. Sweet."

At that moment, the blonde caught them watching and smiled, the tip of her tongue snaking out to slick across her lush red lower lip. The muscles in her surprisingly buff arm tightened and she pumped a little harder. The girlfriend bucked her hips and closed her eyes for a second.

Chris hissed in a breath as the blonde's eyes brightened and slid down over Chris's body, lingering on her crotch. "We're busted."

"Yeah," Jac muttered, looking away. "And I'm hard as hell now too."

"Me too." Chris tried not to shiver as her clit twitched and she creamed in her jeans. The rough denim chafed her clit, and she regretted her decision not to wear underwear. "Hey, they're letting us in. Damn, we're gonna miss the rest of the floor show out here."

"Something tells me it's going to be a long, hard night."

Jac grinned and Chris laughed. As they moved toward the open double doors, Jac's upper arm and shoulder rubbed lightly against Chris's. It felt nice. Comfortable, but a little exciting too. A night out with Jac was always fun.

Jac stepped off to one side just inside the rectangular room. "Whoa."

"Whoa and how," Chris said, surveying the sofas and plush chairs arranged in semi-circular tiers in front of a large screen on the far wall. The whole arrangement looked oddly intimate. "No wonder we had to make reservations. This doesn't look like any theater I've ever seen."

"Must be why they said 'special viewing for the discerning audience.' I wondered what that meant."

"I don't know, what do you think?" Chris felt a little uneasy as women, some in pairs, others in groups, and some alone, filed past them. "Maybe we should catch up to Emily and Trish."

"At a fashion show?" Jac's voice rose, and her face suffused with horror. "Please." She grabbed Chris's shirt sleeve and pointed toward the far right side of the room. "Let's grab that couch up there in the corner. We'll be able to see okay, and if we don't like the movie, we can always sneak out to the bar."

"Okay." Chris threaded her way through the low tables scattered between the sofas and chairs to the second level and settled onto a short sofa next to Jac. Then she leaned back, her thigh just touching Jac's, and checked out the immediate area. "Catch who's down in front of us."

On the floor level to their left and perhaps ten feet away, the blonde and her girlfriend settled into a similar loveseat. The blonde immediately kicked her shoes off and curled her legs up on the sofa, snuggling into her girlfriend's left side. She glanced up and smiled at Chris and Jac.

"Busted again," Chris murmured, not looking away.

"Doesn't seem like she minds."

Within minutes, the doors at the back of the room closed and the lights went down, but not into total blackness the way Chris expected. Wall sconces provided enough light for her to see the people around her clearly, including the blonde and her girlfriend. She was determined not to watch them and focused on the screen. Next to her, Jac stretched her longer legs out in front of her and draped one arm along the top of the sofa behind Chris's back. The other hand she rested in her lap.

It wasn't an art-house film. Ten minutes in and the two main characters, hot chicks with tattoos and piercings in interesting places, arrived at a sex party. The camera panned from room to room, displaying a dizzying array of naked flesh and lust-filled faces. The quick cuts and crazy angles made Chris's head swim. The teasing, fleering images of bare breasts and glistening cunts and orgasmic expressions made her already stiff clit throb.

"Jesus," she whispered, glancing quickly at Jac, who shifted restlessly beside her. "They're not fooling around in this thing."

Jac's eyes flicked from the screen toward the room. "Neither are they."

Chris followed Jac's gaze. The blonde had her girlfriend's cock out and was jacking it in long, slow strokes. It stood up through the fly of the leather pants, the pale head appearing and disappearing inside the blonde's fist. The girlfriend had both arms spread out along the top of the sofa, her fingers digging into the material while she stared straight ahead at the screen as if nothing was happening. The blonde was staring at Chris, her lips slightly parted, her eyes bright even in the dim room.

"Fuck," Chris whispered. She wanted to look away, but she felt hypnotized. Her clit jumped every time the blonde pumped the cock through her fingers. "You see that?"

"Oh yeah," Jac said hoarsely.

On the screen, someone screamed they were coming, and Chris looked up in time to see a woman writhing in orgasm, her cunt grinding into another girl's face. Next to her, Jac grunted and slid her hand between her legs. The camera cut to a shot of a woman spread-eagled on a table, two or three women fondling her breasts while another stood between her thighs and methodically humped a thick black cock deep into her pussy.

The girl on the table whimpered and pleaded to come, and Chris wanted to do the same thing. If she'd been alone watching die movie, she'd already be jerking off. She moaned, not meaning to, but unable to stop. She heard a deep groan, and it wasn't coming from the screen.

Chris looked over just as the blonde slipped a hand inside her top and lifted out her breast. She pushed it against her girlfriend’s face, and the girlfriend obediently sucked the nipple deep into her mouth. Chris could see the blonde's breast stretch out with the force of the suction as she arched her back in obvious pleasure. Through half-closed lids, she smiled at Chris and pulled her skimpy skirt up to reveal her naked cunt.

"Jac," Chris whispered, afraid to move. "Jac. Watch."

"I see," Jac grunted, her hand circling steadily in her crotch.

Her expression fiercely intent, the blonde shifted up, over her girlfriend's lap, and down—impaling her pussy on the cock. The girlfriend stiffened and arched off the seat, gripping the blonde's hips now instead of the sofa. Chris gasped and couldn't find enough air to even moan. She felt Jac's thigh quivering crazily against hers.

"I gotta go to the John," Chris finally blurted, struggling to get her legs under her and stand up.

Jac clamped her free hand onto Chris's thigh. "Why?"

Across from them, the blonde rode her girlfriend's cock in a frenzy—hard, swift thrusts of her hips—her breast still tethered in her girlfriend's teeth. She braced one hand on her girlfriend's shoulder and slapped the other one into her own cunt. Her lips parted in a tremulous, triumphant smile as she watched Chris.

Up on the screen, the girl on the table bucked and whined and gushed all over the stud who fucked her. Chris's pussy convulsed in time to her cries.

"I just... I just got to go. I'll be back."

"You're gonna go jerk off," Jac said, her voice rough. "Aren't you?"

"Oh man, I gotta. I need to come so bad." Chris sounded desperate even to herself. The blonde's girlfriend released her breast with a muffled shout, her body convulsing. The blonde's hand whipped between her legs.

"Shit, look at that," Chris groaned. "The girlfriend just blew her load."

The blonde continued her ride and mouthed, Come with me, to Chris. Chris squeezed her cunt through the soggy denim covering her crotch.

"I'm so fucking hot," Chris whimpered.

"Do it," Jac gasped. "You know you want to. It'll feel so good."

Chris popped the button on her fly. The blonde dropped her head down, her face contorted with pleasure. Jac moaned. Chris fingered her zipper, then yanked it down.

"I'm coming," Jac whispered. "Oh, fuck, Chris. I'm coming."

Chris shoved her hand into her pants as Jac twisted against her, hips jerking. Without thinking, Chris slid an arm around Jac's shoulders and held her as she finished getting off. Chris found her clit, hard and slick, and stripped it once from base to tip, feeling it fatten in her grip.

"Uh, uh," Chris moaned as she pumped her cunt.

Jac pressed her hand to Chris's stomach and circled her palm over the board-stiff muscles. "That's it, buddy. That's it, let it go."

The blonde's mouth formed a perfect O, her expression dazed, her eyes blank as her girlfriend clamped her teeth around her nipple again. Chris worked her clit faster. Jac rubbed the back of her neck and continued to massage the muscles in her belly.

"Yeah," Jac murmured. "You're almost there, aren't you? You're gonna come so sweet, Chris. So sweet."

The blonde let out a high, thin cry, and it was like a firecracker exploded inside Chris's cunt. Her come spilled out and she shouted in surprise and pleasure. She kept pumping until the last spasm released her, and then slumped back with a long, low groan.

"Sweet," Jac whispered, laughing softly. "Was that sweet, or what?"

Dazed, Chris turned her head and grinned at Jac. "Very sweet."

"Looks like she thought so too." Jac tilted her chin toward the row below them.

The blonde, curled up in her girlfriend's arms, slowly stroked the wet cock that now rested against her naked thigh. She had a dreamy, contented expression on her face. The leather of her girlfriend's pants was soaked with come. The girlfriend, still watching the action on the screen, absently fondled the blonde's breast.

"There's no way I'd let anyone watch Emily come like that," Chris said softly.

"No kidding," Jac said forcefully. "Me neither. When Trish comes, it's just for me."

"What about... you know, us getting off together?"

Jac gave Chris's belly a friendly pat, then moved back over to her side of the sofa. "What about it? You know we were both gonna jerk off the minute we could." She shrugged and grinned. "So we did it together. We're friends, right?"

"Right." Chris zipped her fly and got herself together. Her clit wasn't getting any softer, and she could still feel Jac trembling in her arms. She knew she'd be jerking off again before Emily got back to the cabin.

"So let's relax and watch the rest of this movie," Jac said.

"Yeah, good idea." Chris saw the blonde slip down to kneel on the floor between her girlfriend's spread thighs. She watched her unbutton the leather pants and work the cock free from the harness. As the blonde lowered her face to her girlfriend's cunt, Chris smiled. "Looks like we got the best seats in the house."