"Fuck!" Willow cried out as she felt Nathan slam into her again and again, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her tightening cunt with each and every thrust. Biting her lip, the girl looked down at where she and the older boy were joined together, and a pleasant but eerie shiver ran down her spine as she watched his dick slide in and out of her slender form. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Uhnnnn…!"

"Such foul language," Nathan commented, smirking as he looked down at the sophomore laying beneath him, not pausing for even a second as he thrust harder and faster into her, pushing himself closer and closer to what he was sure would be a very satisfying climax. "You kiss your mother with that mouth, Willow?"

"F-Fuck you," Willow stammered out pitifully, frowning at the young man leaning over her as he only continued to slam into her. Her small but ample breasts were bouncing in time with his thrusts, and she whimpered a little as she felt one of his hands on her tits, groping and savoring the soft flesh that no other boy had ever touched. "I don't even know why I let you do this…"

That, of course, was a lie: Willow knew exactly why she let Nathan regularly fuck her, and it had little to do with the deal they had made months ago (that being, that she would willingly put out for every ride home Nathan graciously offered her after school) and everything to do with the fact that he was simply so damn good at it. Just a few months ago, Willow had been a virgin, having never even gotten past first base with a boy, and had cared little for Nathan Cubus, save for perhaps a grimace of dislike every time she heard he had once again stuck his dick in one of her friends.

But now? Now, she was laying in the backseat of his car, parked as it was on Old Church Road, naked as the day she was born and taking her pounding like a good girl as Nathan happily fucked her closer and closer to yet another orgasm.

After losing her virginity to Nathan months ago, the first time he had offered to drive her home in his (admittedly shitty) car, Willow had taken him up on the offer several times since then. Sometimes it was because she genuinely needed a ride home – she wasn't any better at catching the bus after school than she had been only a few months ago – but sometimes it was simply because, deep down, she had enjoyed her time with Nathan, even savored the sensation of letting him have his way with her, and she yearned to feel his hard cock thrusting in and out of her once again.

Not that she would have ever admitted that to Nathan's face.

Regardless of how or why Willow kept finding herself drawn back to Nathan, the fact remained that their relationship of convenience was mutually beneficial to them both: Willow got a free ride home (after a fashion), and Nathan got his rocks off. The fact that Willow was increasingly enjoying being fucked in the back of his car in a variety of positions was simply an added bonus she didn't feel the need to inform him of; as far as Nathan knew, she barely tolerated his presence, much less his cock, and she intended to keep it that way for as long as she possibly could.

Unfortunately for Willow, some things are easier to hide than others.

"Ahn! Ahn! Ahn! Fuck!" Willow cried out as she struggled to catch her breath around Nathan's rapid thrusting, reaching back and pressing her bare hand against the car window behind her as she fought to steady herself. She bucked her naked hips back towards Nathan as best she could, struggling to maintain both her breath and her composure as the older boy fucked her into the cheap and patchy leather of the seat she was laying on. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh….!"

Nathan, meanwhile, did nothing but smirk in response as he continued to drive himself in and out of the emo girl beneath him, savoring every second he found himself buried to the hilt inside her underage pussy as it gripped him tighter and tighter. As much as Willow complained – and she complained an awful lot – her cunt was positively sopping wet and it tightened around his thrusting cock like a vice grip, her body betraying her at each and every turn. Even if the sophomore didn't particularly like him, her cunt most certainly did, and that was good enough for him any day of the week.

This particular tryst had started as many others had before it, with Willow once again missing her bus and finding herself turning to Nathan for help. Just a little over ten minutes after getting into his deathtrap of a vehicle, they had pulled over onto Old Church Road, a location Willow was beginning to know intimately, and clothes had started to come off. Before Willow knew it, she was naked and on her back in the backseat of the car with her legs spread as Nathan, shirtless and with his pants pulled down just enough to release his erect cock, slowly pushed himself into her warm and welcoming cunt. With one hand on either side of Willow, and occasionally on one of her beautifully bouncing breasts, he had begun thrusting shortly thereafter until he was fucking the girl properly, just as he had done many times before.

Willow only continued to moan and whine beneath him as he pounded into her again and again, relishing the sensation of her adolescent pussy tightening around his thrusting cock. Her back and bare ass were sliding back and forth on the scratchy material of the seat she laid upon, and her breasts bounced delightfully in time with his movements. Her pale skin glistened with sweat and strain in the dim afternoon light, in stark contrast to her black nails, dark eyeliner, and auburn hair, parted asymmetrically as it was, all of which only served to make the slender but attractive girl even more appealing in Nathan's eyes.

"You know, I never really understood the whole 'emo' thing, but I'm starting to dig it," Nathan admitted as he looked down with appreciation upon the spunky teenager he was currently fucking into his own backseat, her entire body his for the taking. He continued to drive his cock harder and deeper into Willow as he spoke to her, a smirk on his face all the while, an expression of his he knew she loathed. "Maybe I ought to try it out. Skinny jeans, eyeliner, maybe dye my hair. Put on some moody music. What do you think?"

"I think – mm – you should – ahn – shut the f-f-fuck up," Willow countered as best she could, her legs tightening around Nathan's waist as he continued to thrust faster and faster into her quivering cunt. Her icy blue eyes were only half-open as she fought to keep herself from falling backwards into her own orgasm, still struggling as best she could to hang on for dear life as Nathan pushed her closer and closer to the brink. "Please just shut up and fuck me!"

And, though Nathan smirked knowingly, he did as he was asked, silencing himself and instead focusing solely on pounding into Willow as she shook and quivered beneath him. Her entire body was slipping and sliding on the backseat know, her legs tightening around his waist and her small but beautiful breasts bouncing back and forth as she bucked her hips and fought to give as good as she got. Even this proved largely fruitless, however, as Nathan only began driving himself into Willow harder and faster than ever before, pushing and pulling the entire length of his sizable cock in and out of the girl's tight cunt with full, powerful strokes. It wasn't long before Willow once again found herself struggling to catch her breath, with each of Nathan's thrusts all but knocking the wind out of her.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uhnnn!" Willow squeaked and moaned unwittingly as she felt Nathan's thrusting grow rapider and rapider, his hips slapping against her bare ass as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her welcoming cunt. Her handprint smeared against the previously clean window of the car behind her as she fought for purchase, no longer able to keep up with her lover and now finding herself simply taking the pounding of her young life.

Louder and louder, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the small car as Nathan slammed into Willow again and again, moving so quickly the girl was practically whimpering beneath him, her bucking shortly devolving into full-body shudders as she struggled to accommodate the fat cock plunging in and out of her most intimate area. Nathan gripped one of Willow's breasts with one hand, savoring the sensation of the soft flesh rolling beneath his fingers, as the other bounced beautifully and tantalizingly, almost hypnotizing him and only encouraging him to go faster, harder, and deeper still.

Understandably, it wasn't long before Willow found her orgasm – which had been steadily building ever since Nathan first penetrated her – was now all but upon her. Feeling every muscle in her body tighten to an almost painful degree, the girl felt her mouth open and her eyes squeeze shut as her climax overcame her and sent her crashing backwards into a white world of pleasure she could barely comprehend. Each and every orgasm she experienced with Nathan somehow felt better and better than the one before, a prospect that frightened her more than a little, but which excited her even more, and which only encouraged her to keep coming back for more.

I don't think I can stop, Willow thought as everything went white and she felt an explosion of ecstasy crash over her naked and weary form. No matter how much I pretend I don't like this – there's nothing I can do. It just feels too fucking good!

When at last Willow's orgasm began to subside, her body still bucking and quivering on autopilot as she experienced pleasure flowing throughout every inch of her form, she opened her eyes to find Nathan looking back down at her and almost blushed at the implied intimacy of the action. His thrusting had grown rapider still, even frantic, and she knew from their previous trysts exactly what that meant.

"Just cum in me already!" Willow gasped wearily but wantonly, tightening her legs around Nathan's waist to ensure he couldn't pull out of her even if he wanted to even as he continued to slam into her harder, faster, and deeper still.

And Nathan, despite himself, still managed to give the girl another irritating smirk before he did exactly as she asked and came inside her. Beneath him, Willow gasped as she felt Nathan ejaculate inside her adolescent pussy, his white-hot spunk filling her with a sense of warmth without compare. Just as every orgasm she experienced with Nathan felt as though it was more powerful than the one before, so too was she somehow always surprised at how much she genuinely enjoyed the sensation of him filling her with his seed, as though claiming her as his own, just as he had no doubt done with dozens – maybe hundreds – of girls before her.

Willow was more than a little irritated that such a thought, instead of disgusting her, instead sent a thrilling chill running down her spine.

She hissed a minute later as she felt Nathan finally withdraw from her, slowly but surely pulling his cock out of her well-fucked pussy, having evidently deposited every last drop of his semen deep inside her. Still shirtless, the young man nonetheless went about tucking his softening cock back into his pants as he recovered from his own orgasm.

"Always a pleasure doing business with you, Willow," the older boy said with a smirk, looking over at the emo girl as she slowly and sorely began to sit up, and watching with more than a little pride as some of his spunk drooled out of her freshly-fucked cunt and onto the patchy leather of his backseat.

Willow didn't even bother with a response other than to roll her eyes and grimace at the young man, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of her. "Just give me my clothes, would you? I swear I'm going to get tetanus in here if I'm not careful."

"It's not that bad," Nathan said half-heartedly, defending his ancient and poorly-maintained car as little as he could as he helpfully handed Willow some of her clothes.

"It really is, dude."

Nathan simply shrugged and went about putting his shirt back on as Willow went about gathering the rest of her clothing. Instead of getting dressed as she had implied, however, the first thing Willow did was check her phone to ensure neither of her parents had tried calling her, as she wasn't sure she would be able to explain where she was without a very good set of lies. Fortunately, her parents had not reached out, and were evidently unaware their daughter had just finished being fucked silly by a boy they had never met; unfortunately, there was a missed phone call and a sizable text message from someone else.

"Shit," she said as she unlocked her phone.

"What's up?" Nathan asked, looking over at the naked girl sitting next to him in the backseat as she scrolled through her phone, her clothes sitting in a messy pile on her lap.

"I missed a call from Jane," Willow told him absentmindedly, not even sure why she was telling Nathan any of this to begin with. "And she left a message. A big one."

"What did she say?" Nathan replied, actually sounding genuinely worried for once.

Willow, for her part, didn't bother to respond, having started to read the lengthy message her friend had left. Jane was one of Willow's closest friends, an old-school goth, which complemented Willow's emo fashion sense rather nicely, even if she was a year older than the sophomore. Jane was also, to Willow's constant irritation, one of Nathan's many semi-frequent lovers, who had a nasty habit of disappearing during lunchtime and only reappearing after she had evidently taken care of the enigmatic playboy to his satisfaction. Despite being a mutual friend of them both, Jane was unaware of Nathan's and Willow's somewhat interesting relationship, and Willow was desperate to keep it that way for as long as she could.

"Goddamn it!" Willow cursed once she had finished reading Jane's message, angrily throwing her phone onto the floor of the car and then slumping back against the backseat, evidently no longer concerned about dressing herself.

"You okay?" Nathan asked, blinking.

"No!" Willow exclaimed, too frustrated to even look at the boy who had just finished having his way with her.

"You want to tell me what's going on, or…?"

"My entire fucking week is ruined, that's what's going on," Willow told him, folding her arms across her bare chest and grimacing angrily. The fact she was visibly pouting right in front of Nathan certainly wasn't doing anything to help her already low self-esteem. "Jane and I were going to skip school tomorrow and see a movie – a movie I've been looking forward to for literally years – but now she can't go. Her grandmother died, so she and her parents are leaving in the morning and won't be back until next week."

"That definitely sucks," Nathan admitted after a moment, "but I don't see what the big deal is."

"You don't get it," Willow said, still frowning all the while and focusing entirely on the angst she felt to help her get over the fact she was still pouting naked in the backseat of a boy's car. Running her hands through her hair and straightening out some of her asymmetrical bangs, she took a few deep breaths to try to calm herself down so she could better explain. "You know the band Your Elemental Tragedy?"

"I've heard of them."

"They're an emo band, the best emo band," Willow explained, staring down at her bare feet and painted toenails to avoid looking at Nathan directly. "Jane and I are huge fans. The lead singer is Jared Will. And he wrote and directed a movie called the Terrific Buzzkills, and now it's finally out, and we were going to see it together tomorrow."

"Okay," Nathan said, nodding a little as he followed along. "So why can't you go next week after she gets back?"

"It's not exactly a big-budget film," Willow told him grumpily. "It's only playing at the Cineplex downtown for a few days, and by the time Jane gets back, it won't be in theaters anymore. And I can't go by myself because I'm fifteen and I don't have a car."

With that, the girl only slumped further back into the backseat of the car, ignoring the scratchy leather as it rubbed against her bare ass, her arms still folded across her breasts and her clothes left in a heap on her lap. She knew it was childish of her to pout, just as she knew none of this was Nathan's fault despite the fact she was seemingly taking it out on him, but right then and there the only thing she felt was her frustration and disappointment. It was bad enough she was going to miss a movie she had been waiting to see for several years, but she had likewise been looking forward to skipping school (a first for her) and spending time with Jane, something she hadn't been able to do in several weeks due largely to their busy school schedule. To say she was angry would have been the understatement of the century; she was positively livid, saw no way out of her situation, and, perhaps most importantly, didn't even know how best to cope with any of the many emotions she was feeling.

Which made it all the more surprising when Nathan Cubus, of all people, somehow offered her a solution.

"Why don't I just take you to the see the movie tomorrow instead?"

Willow blinked, having evidently not even considered the possibility of asking Nathan to drive her to the theater.

"You?" she asked after she collected herself, raising an eyebrow as she finally looked over at him for the first time since receiving the bad news. "You want to see the Terrific Buzzkills?"

"Why not?" Nathan replied with a shrug. "I haven't been to the movies in a while, and it's been longer still since I saw a good one. It could be fun. And I do have a car."

"Not much of one."

"Still a car, though," Nathan pointed out, smirking a bit at Willow's little jab. "Anything else?"

"You'd have to skip school."

"It's never really been a problem before."

Willow thought about it for a minute. "You're just doing this so you can fuck me again, aren't you?"

"That is undoubtedly something I am looking forward to," Nathan admitted, his smirk only growing wider still as he felt the emo girl glaring at him from the other side of the car. "But I like to think I can do nice things for my friends without having to be rewarded with sex."

"Oh, we're friends now?" Willow asked, her raised eyebrow only arching higher still.

"Why, did you want to go steady?" Nathan countered, then laughing shortly thereafter upon watching Willow roll her eyes in disgust.

"In your wet dreams," she said, shaking her head as she finally sat up and started rooting through the pile of clothes sitting in her lap. "I'll think about it on the drive home."

Once Willow was once again fully dressed, the two teenagers returned to their rightful places in the front of the car and Nathan started it back up. The drive to her house from Old Church Road wasn't particularly long – a little less than ten minutes in total – and Willow, true to her word, spent her time both replying to Jane's message and thinking about Nathan's proposal. Nathan, for his part, gave the girl the space she so clearly wanted and simply busied himself driving and listening to the radio.

"So, what do you say?" Nathan finally asked as he pulled the car up to the curb in front of Willow's house in the suburbs and placed it into park. "We have a deal?"

"To hell with it," Willow answered after another few seconds of thought, having been utterly unable to come up with an excuse not to. As much as she pretended to loathe Nathan, she dearly wanted to see this movie, and didn't want to let her dislike of the boy get in the way of that. "Sure. The movie is at noon tomorrow, so pick me up a little past eleven. That work for you?"

"It's a date," Nathan said with a wink, then smirking a little as Willow groaned and grabbed her backpack to get out of the car.

"It is not a date," Willow responded pointedly as she got out of the car and then slammed the door closed behind her, taking a moment to glare at Nathan before turning and heading towards her driveway. She didn't even bother looking as she heard Nathan drive away, a cloud of exhaust bursting out of the back of his car as it took off.

Just what the hell have I gotten myself into?, she thought to herself as she walked up the driveway towards her empty home, knowing her parents wouldn't be home for at least another couple of hours.

The rest of the evening was thankfully uneventful for Willow, and she spent most of it completing a mountain of homework she had been putting off for some time, at least until her parents finally came home. It took relatively little effort on Willow's part to convince her parents to let her stay home from school the next day, merely claiming she wasn't feeling well and then spending the rest of the evening in her room to better prove the point. Not that it much mattered; Willow spent most of her time at home in her room to begin with, usually listening to depressing music, writing bad poetry, or talking to her friends on the phone. But her parents, aloof and inattentive as they had always been, paid it little mind, and simply agreed to write her a note when next she was feeling well enough to return to school.

Willow went to bed that evening feeling equal parts excited and nervous; excited, because she was finally going to see a movie she had been looking forward to for literally years, written and directed by one of her favorite singers and songwriters, and nervous, because she would be seeing it with none other than Nathan Cubus.

I've never been on a date with a boy before, Willow thought to herself as she started up at the dark ceiling of her bedroom that night, laying awake in bed. Not that this is a date!

But it was true; at only fifteen years old (though sixteen in just a few months, thank you very much!), Willow had never before been on a date or 'gone out' with anyone in any capacity. She had kissed boys before – boys who were not Nathan Cubus, boys she had actually been somewhat interested in – but that had been the extent of her romantic and physical experience until she had found herself passionately riding Nathan's dick in the front seat of his car months ago. And since then?

Since then, what?, Willow wondered, frowning a little as she felt herself blush in the darkness of her room. She felt a sudden warmth between her legs upon thinking about her first time with Nathan, and then every time after that, and did her level best to push it to the back of her mind. Just because Nathan and I have sex doesn't mean anything. He has sex with tons of girls, probably a different girl every day! And it's not like I like him or anything. He's just taking me to the movies; it's so not a big deal.

But it certainly felt like a big deal to Willow right then and there, as she desperately tried (and largely failed) to get some sleep. Indeed, it wasn't until the wee hours of the morning that she finally managed to fall asleep, and even then, her dreams were plagued with visions of the boy who had loomed so largely in her life as of late.

By the time Willow woke up the next morning, her parents had already left for work, and so she had the house to herself for a couple blessed hours. She took the time to get herself ready before Nathan arrived by taking a hot shower, applying her signature emo makeup, and putting on one of her favorite outfits. By the time eleven o'clock in the morning rolled around, Willow was ready, and sat waiting in her living room for Nathan to text her that he had arrived to pick her up.

Nathan whistled approvingly the moment he saw Willow stroll out of her house and make her way towards where he had parked in her driveway. "I can see why you chose to skip school, Willow; something tells me that outfit you're wearing violates Morningwood's dress code."

Willow blushed despite herself, but it was true; nothing about what she was wearing would have been considered appropriate for school, and she would have likely been kicked out of the building the very moment she entered it. She wore a tight and admittedly low-cut 'Your Elemental Tragedy' top that emphasized little cleavage she had, and bared her midriff, just for starters, with a studded, long-sleeved leather jacket over it. In lieu of pants, she had donned a red plaid miniskirt that didn't even extend down to her knees, which were largely bare, as she wore knee-high boots with a series of complicated laces to top it all off. It was an outfit Willow enjoyed wearing, one which clearly and strongly distinguished her particular style of fashion, albeit one her parents were (understandably) hesitant to let her wear outside the house.

"School dress codes are discriminatory anyway," Willow commented as she made her way to the other side of the car and quickly slid into the passenger seat, being very careful not to let Nathan get a glimpse up her skirt (as though he hadn't already seen everything she had to offer).

"You won't hear me disagreeing," Nathan responded, smirking as he gave an appreciative glance up and down Willow's adolescent body that once again caused the girl to blush self-consciously. "You got the tickets?"

"On my phone."

"Then let's get going."

It being a Friday, and late morning, the drive downtown didn't take nearly as long as Willow had predicted. The local Cineplex was one of many movie theaters in town, and not particularly one of the nicer ones, but it was the only one playing the movie she had wanted to see. She was, at first, a little confused when they got to the theater and found it almost entirely deserted, but chalked it up to it being a weekday; most people were likely either at work or at school, and there was a good chance she and Nathan would be the only unsupervised minors in the establishment at all.

"I haven't been here in years," Willow commented as she got out of the car once they had arrived in the parking lot. "I usually just go to the AMC in the mall."

"Same," Nathan responded as he likewise got out of the car and then locked it before heading towards the theater. "At least we got good parking."

"You don't think anyone's going to report us, do you?" Willow asked, suddenly a little cautious as she looked around to ensure no one had noticed their arrival. Despite her punky outfit, or perhaps because of it, she suddenly felt like she and Nathan stood out like a pair of sore thumbs.

"Report us? For what?"

"I dunno, truancy?"

Nathan laughed at that. "You've never skipped school before, have you?"

"No," Willow admitted, suddenly blushing a little before glaring at her partner in crime. "I don't have a car, dude, and I live in the suburbs. Where the hell am I supposed to go?"

"Relax, no one is going to report you for truancy," Nathan assured her, smirking knowingly as he led the way across the parking lot and towards the theater. "No one here is paid nearly enough to give a shit about who we are or what we're doing here."

And, as with so many other things, Nathan turned out to be correct. Though the two of them had been forced to interact with a few adults on the way into the theater – most notably the man selling concessions and the woman who scanned Willow's tickets – not one of them stopped either of the teenagers or asked for an explanation as to their presence there. If anything, they seemed surprised to have any customers at all.

"Told you," Nathan said as he carried both his soda and the big bucket of popcorn Willow had insisted they purchase. "It's like we're not even here."

Nathan's statement turned out to be even more prophetic than he had predicted as, only a few moments later, the two of them strolled into the theater where the Terrific Buzzkills was set to play shortly, only to find the entire auditorium deserted.

"Wow, you weren't kidding," Nathan commented as he sucked some of his soda through a straw, looking up and down the empty aisles of the theater. "Not exactly a popular film, huh?"

"It's an acquired taste," Willow grumbled, glaring at Nathan as she quoted a review for the movie she had read online the week before. "Besides, I figured you would like the privacy."

"Good point," Nathan agreed. "No one around to bother us if the movie sucks and we decide to fool around in the dark."

"Asshole."

They took seats in the middle of the theater, only a few rows back, and then sat down to wait for the movie to start. No one else entered the theater by the time the lights dimmed and the previews began, and though this didn't seem to bother Nathan in the least, Willow couldn't help but feel as though something was wrong. Sure, it was noon on a weekday in a dingy theater downtown, but certainly there had to be at least a few other people willing to come out and support a film written and directed by one of the greatest musicians of the genre?

Then the previews were over, the movie finally began, and Willow quickly realized why the theater had been empty in the first place.

The Terrible Buzzkills wasn't just bad; it was nigh unwatchable.

At only fifteen years old, Willow was no film critic by any measure, but even she knew the poorly edited movie playing in front of her eyes was the work of an amateur at best, and an incompetent at worst. The acting was stiff and wooden, the lines they delivered were clunky, and the story made almost no sense whatsoever. What's more, the sound was so uneven and the colors so heavily saturated that Willow would have bet what little money she had in the world that the production team had purposely sabotaged the film. If there had been even a single redeeming quality in the movie, Willow might have been willing to let some of these errors slide, but she struggled even to find that, and after only twenty minutes of cringing and squirming uncomfortably in her seat, she was already considering leaving.

So much for Jared Will being a cinematic genius as well as a musician, she thought disappointedly, fighting to keep from burying her head in her hands in embarrassment.

Nathan, for his part, didn't seem nearly as uncomfortable as Willow was, but it was still clear he wasn't enjoying the film. Slumped over slightly in his seat, he watched the movie with what could politely be described as a scowl, clearly questioning why he was there in the first place and perhaps wondering how much more of this he could possibly endure.

For whatever reason, it was looking at Nathan out of the corner of her eye and catching him scowling at no one at all as he struggled to watch the movie unfolding before them both that somehow broke the uncomfortable tension that had been steadily building since the film began. What started as a light smile and a gentle giggle quickly grew out of control, and soon Willow found herself bursting out in a fit of laughter in the middle of the empty theater, laughing so loudly she would have been embarrassed had there been anyone else in the theater to witness it.

"What's so funny?" Nathan asked once the girl finally began to settle down, almost afraid he had missed something genuinely humorous in the movie he had been trying to watch. Willow was still almost doubled over, her face bright red from laughing as loudly as she had been.

"You!" she admitted once she was able to, still smiling devilishly as she looked at the confused young man sitting beside her. "You should see your face. Oh, my god!"

"Willow, I'm sorry, but this movie is bad," Nathan told her in the form of an explanation.

"I know, that's what makes it so fucking funny!" Willow told him, fighting back another fit of laughter as she continued to watch his bemused expression. "You're actually sitting there watching this trash and trying to be polite. The great Nathan Cubus, enigmatic playboy of Morningwood High, and you're enduring this disaster of a film because you don't want to hurt my feelings. It's hilarious!"

"I didn't want to be rude," Nathan explained, smiling a little himself now that he knew he didn't have to save face any longer, "but it's really bad, Willow."

"It's so bad!"

"Straight trash."

"Easily the worst thing I've ever seen!"

Both of them laughed at that and, for the first time since she had gotten in his car all those months ago looking for a ride home from school, Willow finally felt like she was seeing Nathan not as the smarmy lecher she had so long believed him to be, but rather as just another teenager, much like herself. It was the first time she could remember actually feeling somewhat comfortable and at ease in his presence, as though all pretenses had been dropped, and they were, as he had insinuated just the other day, something resembling friends.

"Screw it," Willow said, still smiling a little as they both finished laughing, more than a little surprised at how easy she suddenly found it to talk to Nathan. "You want to get out of here?"

"I don't know about that that," Nathan responded after he had had a moment to think about it, looking slyly over at the girl sitting next to him and pointedly ignoring the movie playing on the screen in front of them both. "I was actually thinking we should take advantage of the situation. You know, turn a negative into a positive. If you catch my drift."

"What…right now?" Willow asked once she realized what he meant, her eyes widening and her cheeks growing red in the relative darkness of the theater. "Right here?"

"Why not?" Nathan said with a knowing smirk. As Willow watched, the boy quickly undid his pants right there in the middle of the (empty) theater and, a moment later, his hardened cock stood erect and exposed in the darkness, its girth alone making the girl's mouth water at the very sight of it. "It's dark. We're alone. And you're playing hooky. Might as well break all the rules, right?"

"I knew you only wanted to fuck me," Willow countered, doing her best to glare at the young man through her madly blushing faces, even as he slowly began to stroke his cock up and down in preparation.

"Eh, a little from column A, a little from column B," Nathan admitted, still smirking slimily and only further egging her on. "Come on, Willow. You know you want to."

And the worst part about the whole situation was that, despite everything, Nathan was once again absolutely correct: Willow absolutely wanted to. In that instant, sitting in the dark theater as the worst movie she had ever seen continued to play unbidden in the background, Willow wanted nothing more than to feel Nathan's fat cock slide inside of her. Deep down, she knew it was wrong, knew she shouldn't have even considered doing such a thing – and in a public place where they might be caught, no less! But none of that could withstand the simple fact that the sight of Nathan's engorged cock made her mouth to water, the tone of his voice sent a chill of pleasure running down her spine, and the gleam in his eye caused her adolescent cunt to become almost instantaneously warm and wet.

Fuck it!

As Nathan watched with growing delight, Willow slumped back in her theater chair, pulled her knees up to her chest, and then reached under her miniskirt to slowly remove her black panties, doing her best not to notice how soaked they had become in just the last few moments. Leaving the rest of her outfit intact, the girl then tossed her underwear aside and stood up so she could move over into Nathan's chair.

"Again, this is not because I like you," Willow said as she stood in front of Nathan's chair, but turning her back to him so she could lower herself into his lap.

"Perish the thought," Nathan replied with his usual smirk as he helpfully reached under Willow's skirt, causing her to wince a little in anticipation, and then slid it up towards her waist to better reveal both her bare ass and her sopping wet cunt.

A moment later, Willow slowly began lowering herself onto Nathan's hard cock, still facing away from him and with her hands on his spread knees to better anchor herself. Though she had happily ridden Nathan's dick a number of times, and likewise allowed him to fuck her from behind just as often, she had never done so in this particular position or fashion before, and was thus yielding to his experience. It took a little maneuvering, but soon she felt the swollen head of Nathan's cock pressing against the slick lips of her cunt…and then, a moment later, it was pushing inside of her, and she opened her mouth in a long and sensual moan.

"Ahhhh…!" Willow gasped as she slowly but surely lowered herself onto Nathan's waiting shaft, feeling each and every inch of his thick and glorious cock pushing inside of her and spreading her wider and wider still. No matter how many times she had been with Nathan, it always felt like the first time, with her tight cunt struggling to accommodate both his length and girth, but in the most wonderful possible way. "Goddamn it, why do you always feel so fucking big…?"

"Feels so fucking good," Nathan said simply in response, little more than a hiss as he held the girl by her waist and felt her lower herself onto his cock until he was buried balls-deep inside her warm and welcoming cunt. He looked down at where the girl's bare ass was pressed against his hips and thrust forward playfully, smirking at how she whimpered a little in response.

Thankfully for Willow, despite how it felt, this was most certainly not her first time riding Nathan, and so it only took her a few moments to catch her breath and steady herself in his lap before she slowly began lifting herself back up, off of Nathan's fat cock…only to lower herself back down onto it, all the way until he was once again buried to the hilt inside her. Then back up, back down, back up, back down, until she was riding her lover properly, reverse-cowgirl style, her hands on his knees and his hands on her waist to keep her steady as she bounced up and down in his lap, taking every inch of his cock and loving every second of it.

"Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!" Willow began to gasp and moan as she dutifully rode Nathan's cock, her hands gripping his knees tightly as his dick slid in and out of her sopping wet pussy. The sound of her bare ass slapping against his waist quickly mingled with her cries of pleasure, but thankfully there was no one else around to hear. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck…!"

Beneath her, Nathan merely smirked as he held onto the slender girl by her waist, occasionally venturing lower to grope her bare ass as she threw herself back at him again and again, riding him wantonly and with all her might. As much as he would have liked to see Willow's face as he slid in and out of her adolescent pussy, the sight of her tight cunt wrapped around his fat cock and her naked ass slapping against his waist as every bit as good. It wasn't long before he began meeting Willow's movements with his own, thrusting forward and up into the girl's wonderful cunt as she all but danced on his cock, lifting and lowering herself onto him again and again.

"Should have tried this ages ago," Nathan said to no one but himself as he thrust up into the young girl riding him like her life depended on it, his hands gripping and groping whatever he felt like and her wet cunt gripping him tighter and tighter with every thrust.

If Willow heard him, she made no sign of it, entirely focused as she was on milking as much pleasure out of Nathan's fat cock as she possibly could. She was lost in a world of new sensations, not least thanks to the fact he was thrusting up into her with every movement, pushing himself deeper and deeper into her womb until she felt like she was going to burst. The darkness of the theater, the saturated colors and uneven sounds of the shitty movie playing in front of her, even the feel of Nathan's hands on her waist and ass, all of it seemed magnified exponentially, as though she was experiencing all of them for the very first time, and it was quickly overwhelming her, but the sophomore could do little else but grip Nathan's legs beneath her and hang on for dear life as she rode him up and down, up and down, up and down.

And Willow's body, of course, responded, just as it always did. Though she kept her booted feet squarely on the floor of the theater and her hands tight on Nathan's knees, Willow nonetheless felt both her auburn hair and her leather jacket flutter back and forth as she rode Nathan's dick with everything she had. Her breasts, small and perky, bounced up and down beautifully in the dark theater, inhibited slightly by her bra and low-cut top, moving in time with her passionate bucking and grinding, and her back arched each and every time he thrust into her, somehow going deeper and deeper still.

God, why does this feel so damn good?, Willow thought to herself as she continued to ride Nathan as wantonly and passionately as ever, her tits bouncing in her shirt and her legs quivering each and every time she felt him bury the entire length of his cock in her needy cunt. I shouldn't be doing this, especially here in public! What if someone comes into the theater? What if someone catches us?

Despite her fear of being caught – or perhaps because of it – Willow nonetheless only felt herself grow more excited still, as though the cock slipping and sliding in and out of her sopping wet cunt had somehow grown larger and more powerful still. The thrill of having sex in public, the chance of actually being caught and perhaps even getting in trouble, especially with a boy she had disliked with a passion until only a few months earlier – Willow was surprised and more than a little dismayed to find it almost delighted her! Part of her almost wanted to be seen, wanted to be caught, and the realization of that fact served only to excite her further and reinvigorate her.

"H-Harder!" Willow gasped as she began riding Nathan harder and faster still, taking the entire length of his cock deep into her adolescent womb all but begging for more. She tightened her grip on the boy's knees as she bucked her hips and threw herself back at him, giving everything she could and pleading still for even more. "Fuck me harder! Or…or grab my breasts! I just need more…!"

And so, that's exactly what Nathan did.

Smirking to himself as best he could, sweat glistening on his forehead as he gripped Willow tightly and continue dot thrust up into her tightening cunt, the young man took control of the situation as he felt Willow already nearing her end. Still gripping the girl by the waist with one hand, mostly to keep her steady as he pounded into her needy pussy, he reached around and took hold of her top with his other hand, grabbing both it and her bra and then yanking them down in order to free her small but perky breasts. He grabbed them one at a time once they bounced free, dancing up and down in time with his thrusting and her riding, and Willow quivered and shook with pleasure as she felt him manhandle her further.

The longer it went on, the more exhausted Willow felt, but she found herself unable to give up, seemingly stuck in her repetitive motion, riding Nathan with everything he had even as he thrust up into her harder and faster still. Whatever sense of fear or shame she might have felt at being caught half-naked in a public movie theater with a cock buried to the hilt inside of her was simply gone now, having been completely and utterly overwhelmed by the fiery and almost explosive waves of pleasure crashing over her form each and every time she felt Nathan slam into her. Eventually, that was all she could feel, and it wasn't much longer before she felt her first orgasm tear through her unexpecting form.

"Ohhhhh…!" Willow moaned wantonly as she all but collapsed on top of Nathan, her orgasm overpowering her and finally bringing her to a halt, even as her cunt clenched tightly around his thrusting cock. She writhed and squirmed about in Nathan's lap as she came harder than she ever had before in her entire life, her entire world seemingly going white as she fell backwards into unbridled ecstasy. "Oh, god! Oh, fuuuuuck…!"

But Nathan wasn't through with her yet.

Even before Willow's orgasm had fully subsided, Nathan took hold of the girl and then pushed her forward until she was practically leaning over the theater seat on the row in front of them, all but draped over it with her ass in the air, her skirt bunched up around her waist, and her tits hanging out of her top. Without slowing or hesitating for even a second, Nathan took charge of the situation and began pounding into the girl like a man possessed, his hips slamming into her bare ass and his cock driving deeper, deeper, deeper into her sopping wet cunt.

By the time Willow finally came to her senses, Nathan was already well on his way towards his own orgasm, and she found she could do little else but hang on for dear life as the older boy threw everything he had at her. Still half-dazed by the aftereffects of her own orgasm, Willow gripped the seat she was bent over as best she could, her booted feet lifted off the ground by the force of Nathan's powerful and rapid thrusting and her breasts bouncing back and forth in time with the rest of her body. The movie screen faded into a colorful blur in front of her as stars erupted along the edges of her vision, her entire body shaking and quivering as Nathan literally fucked the breath right out of her.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, already loud, only grew louder still as Nathan slammed himself deeper and harder into Willow with every passing second, until it was rivaling the (admittedly shoddy) volume of the movie neither of them were even pretending to watch anymore. With one hand reaching up to grope and squeeze Willow's breasts as they bounced back and forth wildly, Nathan used the other to keep the girl bent uncomfortably over the head of the theater seat before her, careful not to let her fall over or pull too far away from his thrusting cock. Pleasure coursed through them both as he fucked Willow as he had never fucked her before, pushing far past any previous limits and driving himself deeper and deeper into her needy and welcoming womb, desperate to spill his seed inside her once again.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ughnn!" Willow cried out uncontrollably, struggling to breathe and with tears in her eyes as Nathan fucked her right out of one orgasm and directly into another, having never before felt so complete and utterly at the mercy of another. It felt like Nathan was literally fucking her to death, or at least into unconsciousness, his hips slapping against her naked ass with frenzied haste and his cock plunging again and again into her tightening cunt.

When Nathan finally came, he did so with a long and loud groan, burying himself balls-deep into Willow once again, as though to ensure he would pump each and every last drop of his spunk deep inside her womb. Holding the girl steady and squeezing one of her soft breasts almost painfully hard, Nathan closed his eyes as he fired rope after rope of hot cum inside of Willow, filling her to the brim almost immediately and causing her to whimper and shudder beneath him.

The sensation of Nathan once again cumming inside of her likewise served as the catalyst for Willow's second and final orgasm, and she whined loudly as her entire body quivered beneath him, her cunt clamping tightly around his swollen girth, milking every drop of his semen. Willow felt warm and full as she never had before, as though this was simply the most natural and most beautiful thing she could ever experience, being bent over a theater seat with her skirt hiked up around her waist and a boy pumping his hot load into her needy cunt.

The two remained like that for well over a minute, with Nathan all but leaning over Willow as he emptied himself inside her, the emo girl still leaning haphazardly over the theater seat in front of them. When he did finally withdraw from Willow, he did so slowly, pulling inch after inch of his cock out of her freshly-fucked little pussy until he was finally free, and watching with the smallest iota of pride as some of his spunk leaked out of her cunt and onto the floor of the theater below.

"Fuck…" Willow groaned once she could see clearly again, slowly pushing herself up from her precarious position and struggling to stand back on her own two feet. She felt a mess, with her tits hanging out of her top, her skirt hiked up around her waist, and Nathan's seed literally leaking out of her cunt.

"Yeah," Nathan said simply, falling backwards onto his own seat once again, not even bothering to put away his softening cock just yet. "So, still think I'm an asshole?"

"Absolutely," Willow confirmed, but smiling a little despite herself as she straightened out her miniskirt and tucked her sore breasts back into her top. The movie continued to play in the background, all but forgotten. "Just because I let you have your way with me doesn't mean I have to like you."

"I'll win you over eventually," Nathan replied, smirking as he grabbed the girl and then pulled her back onto his lap, albeit no longer in a sexual manner.

"I know," Willow said, biting her lip and blushing deeply even in the darkness of the empty Cineplex theater.

And that's exactly what I'm so fucking afraid of.