"Why are we watching romance instead of something better, like horror or an action movie?" Stu asked his best friend as he and Billy waited for Sidney and Tatum, their girlfriends, to finish getting popcorn and drinks at the concession stand.

"Look, I like chick flicks about as much as the next red-blooded teenage male, but it makes Sid happy," Billy responded.

Stu grinned widely at him and made a whip sound with his mouth.

Billy stared at him. "What the fuck was that?" He asked.

"You're whipped, man," Stu laughed.

Billy scowled, his arm lashing out and nailing Stu in the stomach. A gush of air escaped his best friend as he bent over slightly from the unexpected blow. "Shut the fuck up, idiot," he snapped.

"Someone doesn't like hearing the truth," Stu commented breathlessly.

Billy was about to say some very unkind things when Sidney and Tatum rejoined them, arms laden with their haul.

"Everything okay?" Sidney asked.

"Yep. Everything's just fine, babe," Billy replied, giving her a soft kiss on the lips, a kiss that she instantly reciprocated.

"Why are you all hunched over?" Tatum questioned, waving her now free hand at Stu after she finished handing her boyfriend his Coke.

"Billy hit me."

Sidney rose an eyebrow at Billy after he pulled away and she gave him his own Coke. "Why did you hit Stu?"

"He was being an idiot."

"No surprise there," Tatum stated, laughing.

"Tay!" Stu whined, grasping his chest and shooting her a wounded look.

"Well, you really can be an idiot," she said as they entered the theater room to watch their movie.

"I resent that."

Sidney chuckled in amusement while Billy shook his head in exasperation.

The two couples settled into their seats and adjusted their things so they could get into more comfortable positions.

Sidney's head fell against Billy's shoulder as the previews began. She smiled when she felt his lips on her hair, her arms reaching around his as she cuddled against him.

The movie barely started when Sidney felt Billy's hand on her thigh. She looked up to see him watching the screen. To everyone else, it would appear to be just a simple touch for Billy, a way for him to be closer to his girlfriend, but Sidney knew him better than that. Judging by the tiny smirk forming on one side of his mouth, it was definitely a deliberate move.

"What are you doing?" She whispered when she felt his hand move inward.

"Shh," he said, his hand sliding her skirt up a few inches.

"We're in a movie theater with our friends," she protested quietly.

"Then you'd better keep quiet," was all he said before gliding her skirt the rest of the way until it was bunched against her waist, his fingers moving her panties to the side and plunging two of them into her pussy.

Sidney couldn't help but give a little gasp, a quick inhalation of air, her legs opening just a bit wider so he could have more access.

"Good girl," he whispered, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of her.

Sidney tried to focus on the movie, but Billy knew all of her weak spots and he went for them, increasing his pace and adding a third finger. Her pussy eagerly accepted the contact, swallowing them up. Her hips began to move with them, taking them deeper. She bit her lip so hard she could taste blood when his fingers began fucking her harder as the movie continued and louder scenes played.

Just when she thought she was going to cum, Billy slowed his fingers and she let out a low whine.

"Are you okay?" Tatum asked, looking at her best friend.

"Yeah," Sidney murmured, hoping that her voice sounded stronger than it did in her mind. "Just need to adjust. The seat is getting a little uncomfortable." She shifted her hips, miming the motion of trying to find a more comfortable position. Big mistake.

In keeping up with her act to Tatum, it gave Billy's fingers the perfect angle to fuck her, hitting her g spot. She choked on air.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Tatum asked, staring at her through the dimly lit theater room in concern.

Sidney took a few seconds to control her voice. "Yeah," she answered. "Yeah, I think my hips are just a little cramped from sitting in this seat for so long. I'm fine."

"Whatever you say," Tatum said doubtfully, turning her attention back to the movie.

Another louder scene, a passionate argument between the two lovers in the movie, started, and Billy's teasing pace grew into a pounding, his fingers taking advantage of the new angle and hitting right up against her g spot.

Sidney threw a hand up to her mouth, muffling her moan of pleasure so Tatum, Stu, and the rest of the movie goers didn't hear her. Her head fell against her seat, pussy tightening hard around his fingers. She was going to cum soon.

"I can feel your pussy squeezing me, Princess. You're going to cum, aren't you? Gonna be my naughty little slut and cum in a movie theater surrounded by strangers and our best friends?" Billy whispered huskily into her ear, pounding his fingers harder, the noises coming from the movie screen a perfect cover for the way her slick pussy sounded as it sucked his fingers back in with every sharp thrust forward.

That did it. She couldn't help it. Billy Loomis' dominating, filthy mouth never failed to get her going, and it certainly didn't fail this time. Tightening her hand further against her mouth, she fell over the edge into ecstasy, her pussy contracting hard around her boyfriend's fingers, her cum soaking them with the force of her release.

Billy smiled, gently pumping her but never removing his fingers so she could ride out her orgasm. When he felt her calm down, he slowly extracted his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, sucking her juices off of his skin. His eyes closed, groaning softly. Sweet as always.

Covering her throbbing pussy again with her panties and folding her skirt back down over her legs, Billy curled his arm around her shoulder, kissing the side of her neck before moving his lips to her ear to whisper, "you're such a good girl, Princess. My good girl."

"Your good girl," Sidney agreed, cuddling against him again. There was a pleasant ache in her core and a thrill in her stomach from having been fingerfucked in a movie theater by her boyfriend. She knew she should feel embarrassed or possibly even ashamed, but she couldn't bring herself to feel anything but satisfaction from the experience.

Settling back down against her boyfriend as she watched the remainder of the film, Sidney was already thinking about just how good it would feel to do this again…maybe in another, well-lit, public place this time…