"'I, Frankenstein'?" I say in disbelief as Cosima hands our tickets to the bored looking usher at the theatre entrance. The dilapidated building has stained dingy carpeting and numerous burnt out lightbulbs in the lobby, which smells of must and stale popcorn and appears to double as a video rental store. It's a far cry from either the Lightbox or the recently renovated Bloor where we usually go to see a film.
One eyebrow flickers. "Yup."
Tucking her arm through the crook of my elbow, she eschews her habit of going straight to the concession stand and steers us down a nearly deserted hallway. I try another approach. "I've heard it's a terrible movie."
"Yup." She holds open the door of the screening room for me and follows me around the corner from the darkened entranceway. It is well past the stated starting time but the interminable previews and ads are still running on the smallish screen. Pausing for a moment to let my eyes adjust to the dimness, I realize that we are the only people in here.
We make our way up the poorly lighted wide stairs to the middle of the back row, removing our coats and setting them aside along with our purses before sitting in our rather hard, uncomfortable seats. Cosima scoots over as closely as possible and leans over the armrest to snuggle against me. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and hold her, dipping my head to kiss her softly at first, then with quickening hunger. Barely registering the images and sounds of whatever coming attractions are playing, most of which seem to involve explosions, I can't help noticing the significant distension at her crotch. My heart starts pounding and my thighs instinctively rub together.
Skimming my hand down her torso and alighting at her upper thigh, I immediately recognize the relatively short but immensely thick outline of one of my favorite of her large, extensively varied collection of toys. "So this is why you kept your coat on all through dinner."
"Mmhmm."
"Naughty girl," I whisper in her ear, stroking and squeezing the tremendous bulge through the thin material of her pants.
"Hang on, babe," she murmurs, placing a hand on my wrist to stay me. "The movie hasn't started yet." She kisses me again, her teeth skating just inside my lips. The tip of her tongue seeks entrance, which I eagerly grant.
Grasping the shaft of her cock and grinding the heavy base against her trapped clit, I capture her moans with my mouth, tracing with my tongue the borders of her swelling lips. "I thought the movie was entirely beside the point, chérie."
Distorted images glint off her glasses as she glances around, confirming that we are still alone in the theatre. "Touché, Dr. Cormier." Winding her fingers into my hair, she pulls me into an increasingly heated kiss until I am lightheaded and breathless. I am vaguely aware that the lights have completely dimmed and something dark and foreboding is taking place onscreen, but my attention is focused on her hand as it gathers up the hem of my dress with maddening deliberation. Slender fingers slip inside my already soaked underwear, brushing the tangle of curls covering my mound. "Take these off," she says hoarsely.
Quickly I wriggle out of my damp panties, pulling them off past my shoes and tossing them aside somewhere on the sticky floor. Sliding down to the edge of my seat, I hitch my dress up around my waist, spreading my legs to their widest extent.
"Tch. So impatient," she purrs, caressing the curve of my hip. The theatre rumbles with the sound of a screaming and clashing battle between humans and demons and possibly gargoyles as she moves slowly, far too slowly, to stroke the insides of my trembling thighs.
In retaliation for her teasing, I reach to undo the button of her waistband as well as the zipper of her fly. Freeing her cock and taking hold of it firmly in my hand, I smile to myself as she shudders at my touch. I urge her legs apart and discover that she is wearing her harness in its "G-string" configuration with a second dildo nestled inside her glistening cunt and held in place by a separate ring. Enough of her wetness seeps out when I thread my fingers around the strap that I can coat my hand, painting her cock with slick fragrant heat. Her eyes are glued to my hand as I slide it up and down her enormously thick, stubby length until she cannot keep her hips from pumping into the grinding pressure.
Without warning I bend to rub my cheek against her cock's broad, smooth head, then curl and lap my tongue to lick her all over like an ice cream cone, seeking out every trace of her arousal. Her cock is far too thick and large for me to be able to deep-throat her but I manage to get the huge head into my mouth, suckling and swirlng noisily.
Cosima makes a strangled sound deep in her chest, gently pushing my mouth away. "Fuck! I need to be inside you, babe." Scrambling out of her seat, she leans in to kiss me while yanking down her pants and settling her hips between my legs. Holding the shaft of her cock, she rubs the head over my clit and through the weeping folds of my sex. Already we are both panting raggedly. "Ready?"
I nod. "Slow," I say, knowing that even as wet as I am, it will take a little time before I can accommodate her thickness.
She nods in return and kisses me softly. Easily she finds my eager entrance and gradually, infinitesimally presses home.
Deliberately deepening my breath and focusing on relaxing, I rub my straining clit. She licks her lips, avidly watching my hand as bit by bit her massive cock carves me open. There is a moment of stretching pain but it passes quickly, my swollen cunt bathing her cock and my fingers in my pouring arousal. Buried to the hilt at last, the wet clasping suck of my cunt urging her on, she braces her arms against the wall behind me and begins to thrust and rock. Head bowed in concentration, her dreads swing gently in time with the small movements, back and forth and side to side, limited by the narrow confines of the creaking seat.
Crossing my legs behind her to pull her even more deeply inside, I abandon my clit and glide my hands over her back beneath her sweater, kneading the long flat planes on either side of the deep groove of her spine. I let my palms come to rest at the rounds of her flexing, churning buttocks, delighting in the feeling of firm muscle shifting under warm smooth skin. Curling my fingers around the wide flat buttery soft leather strap that rides low across her hips, I tug experimentally, making her grunt with surprise and pleasure as the motion shifts the dildo inside her.
My hips moving easily with hers, we quickly find our rhythm, completely ignoring the shrieking cacophony of the film that continues to unspool before our unseeing eyes. Heat rises from us, sweat sheening our bodies and dampening our remaining clothes as we kiss and hump fiercely. I am unable to suppress a shriek as she snakes a hand between us to circle her thumb over my achingly distended clit, which hardens unbelievably at her touch. I feel her thumb batter me more roughly when the convulsions begin in my cunt and ripple outward as I come violently, gasping and writhing and twisting beneath her and gripping her so tightly that at times she cannot move, shuddering uncontrollably until at last I am slumped in a boneless heap, clinging to her slender form and sobbing for breath.
We spend the rest of the movie in similar fashion, Cosima's own long-delayed release coinciding with yet another incomprehensible and fortunately deafening battle. Having lost count of how many times she has made me come, I have to admit exhaustion; besides, my lower back is on fire and my cunt is decidedly beyond pleasurably sore. Carefully she pulls out, managing to ease her cock back into her pants while I sit up and futilely attempt to straighten my dress, all too aware of the wetness pooling between my legs and staining the fabric of my skirt. Indulging in long deep solacing kisses until the house lights come up and the credits crawl along the screen, reluctantly we break apart and gather our things. My underwear I crumple into an abandoned popcorn bag, dropping the whole thing into a trash can on our way out.
"Enjoy the film, ladies?" says the usher as we walk hand in hand toward the exit.
She cuts a glance at me and gives me a wink, then smiles at him. "Best fucking movie we've ever seen, dude."