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: Fun With Donna at the Drive-In Movie

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: Fun With Donna at the Drive-In Movie by Beowulf (beowulf_shaeffer@hotmail.com)This true story happened many years ago when I lived in Abilene, Texas. Remembering this night never fails to arouse me even after all this time. I was dating a girl named Donna, a girl I met in high school. We were very hot for each other and had done some pretty furious petting when we had opportunities to be alone, but Donna was insistant that we not go any farther. Pretty frustrating for me, but she was adorable and sweet and so I would swallow my urges to whine and wheedle and resign myself to jacking off in my room alone, thinking of how her breasts felt through her blouse or that magic moment when I actually brushed my fingers over a hint of pubic hair before she snatched my hand from under the waistline of her jeans. In those days there was a drive-in movie theater called the Pine Street Drive-In on the outskirts of town, and in the comfortable couple of years between elections it showed XXX-rated fare. (When elections loomed, city officials became deeply concerned about this of course, and so suddenly Disney movies and other more palatable family-oriented films would play exclusively until the political climate relaxed.) I had gone to the drive-in a few times alone and loved the slightly seedy thrill of masturbating to the slightly unfocused images of really bad '70s porn. Funny to think back and remember the lurid colors and the incessant bwacka-bwacka of the terrible music in those movies and being so turned on that I would sit in a daze, slack-jawed and glassy-eyed as I pulled and tugged at my cock as I sat behind the steering wheel. Ah, youth! I was driving by that theater one hot July day when I was struck with an outrageous idea. Would Donna let me take her to a fuck-flick? Would I have the nerve to even ask her? I didn't even have a clearly-defined motive other than to be in her company while the erotic imagery flickered on the screen, and the thought of this created a rather painful bulge behind the seam of my pants. On the heels of that thought came another: it was a thoroughly bone-headed scheme and sure to fail. Donna would think I was crazy! ************ "You're crazy!", she said. We were in Sambo's waiting for the waitress to wander in our direction. I was already deflating, shot down in flames, and I was about to stutter an apology when she added, "What if we see somebody we know? I'd be so embarassed if they saw us, and if my parents found out about it we'd be dead!". My ears perked up. Could it be? Was there a chance I could actually allay her fears and talk her into this? "Are you saying you'd go if you were sure nobody we knew would be there?", I asked, trying to keep my tone casual and doing a pretty bad job, I'm sure. Donna looked at me for a few long seconds and then looked away, blushing. "Maybe, I don't know", she said in a half-whisper. And then, God help me, a little grin crept onto her face. "I always wondered about those movies, what they're like I mean". My heart was trip-hammering and my mouth went dry. Think, man! "Look, what if we went on Tuesday? How many people are gonna go to a porno on a Tuesday night? And we can park up close to the screen near the swing-set, nobody ever parks that close unless there are no other spots left!" She quirked an eye-brow at that. "Just how many times have you been there? Sounds like you know the layout in there very well!" "Uh, once or twice", I stammered, blushing quite a bit myself now. "But I've never gone with another person and I think it would be fun. And you know I won't tell anyone! I promise, we won't see anyone else there, not on a Tuesday night!" Donna sighed and shook her head, and I was bracing myself for the bad news when she said "Okay, but we aren't going to do anything, okay? If that's what you have in mind you can forget it. I mean we can kiss and stuff but that's all." I was ecstatic, but did my very best not to show it. If I appeared overly eager she might change her mind, thinking I meant to get in her pants. "Cool", I said. The waitress made her appearance then, and we set about ordering food. After she left, Donna and I talked about meeting up for our date on Tuesday night, outlining plausable tales to tell our parents. It was only after I dropped Donna off at her house that I allowed myself a celebratory jig behind the wheel, singing along to Queen's "We Will Rock You" playing in the 8-track on the way home. ********** I hadn't given a single thought to Donna being carded at the ticket booth, and so I had a bad few minutes as we idled forward in the line at the gate. As it was, the myopic old guy taking tickets didn't so much as glance in her direction as he took my money. Donna giggled nervously as I blew a long sigh and steered toward the screen. There was an old rusty swing-set at the front, a remnant of the days when the Pine Street Drive-In catered to families looking for wholesome entertainment. I drove into a slot not far from it, a little to the left of the center of the screen. From this vantage point we had to slump a bit in the seat to see the whole screen, but it was comfortable enough. I switched off the engine and reached for the speaker, rolling the window up just far enough to hang it on the inside. The night was warm and a nice breeze wafted through. I looked over at Donna and caught her staring off into the middle distance as she sat somewhat stiffly with her hands curled in her lap. She was wearing a modest skirt and sandals, and a white satiny blouse, her long brown hair braided and flowing down her back. She was so lovely, but she looked ill at ease and I was suddenly stung with guilt. I cleared my throat. "Um, if you don't really wanna stay we can go do something else...". She shook herself slightly and looked at me. "No, we're already here so we might as well stay. But I mean it, we aren't doing anything, right?" She tilted her head and gazed at me under furled eyebrows as if daring me to challenge her. I raised my hands in mute surrender. "No problem! I told you that you don't have to worry about that, and I meant it. We'll just watch and if you don't like it we'll leave". I took her hand and kissed it. She grinned and relaxed a little, appearing to be mollified for the moment. We talked for awhile as a few more cars made their way to spots around the lot, none close to us. And then abruptly a bright white blur washed over the screen and the speaker crackled. Show-time! As prancing popcorn boxes and soda cups paraded across the screen singing the praises of the snack-bar, I saw Donna take a deep breath and clench her hands. I was suddenly more than a little nervous myself. Don't ask me what the title of the movie was as it floated up to the center of the screen in fat yellow letters, because I don't remember. What I do remember is that the music scratching it's way through the speaker was The Beatles' instrumental "Blue Jay Way". Donna and I stared at each other in a state of shock and then laughed ourselves almost into tears. "Oh my God! Watching people fuck while listening to The Beatles! This is too much!" I gasped, and Donna went off on another fit of giggles and rested her head on my shoulder. It was a few minutes before we even looked at the screen, and I was secretly thankful that the tense mood had been broken. Here's the plot: Four or five couples walk onto the screen laughing and talking and removing their clothes. Everyone fucks and sucks, with lots of lingering close-ups, and every once in a while the camera zooms in on stuffed animal heads hung on the walls. After a while each guy shoots his cum onto his partner's face/pussy/belly/tits. The end. Pretty awful stuff actually, but I'll always remember Donna's sharp intake of breath at the sight of a woman taking one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen into her mouth. "Oh my God", she squealed with her hand over her mouth. It was then that I was finally convinced that this evening was going to be okay. Donna's eyes, wide with a kind of delight, raptly watched the screen. All of the tension was gone now. This is so cool, I thought to myself. The movie was at about the halfway point when I discovered that things were going to be rather better than okay. As one of the women in the movie coaxed her man into spraying her pussy and belly with his cum, Donna turned her head and whispered into my ear "So you come here by yourself sometimes, huh?" "Yeah. Not a lot, but I've been two or three times", I said. Lying. Donna looked back to the screen. She had been stirring a bit the last few minutes, as if uncomfortable. "And...", she paused as if thinking over what she mean to say, "...do you, um, play with yourself?" Whoa! I looked at her, and I could see even through the diffuse light from the screen that she was blushing furiously. My mouth instantly went dry and for a minute I lost the ability to blink. "Uh...well yeah, sometimes. I mean you know, nobody can see and, uh...". "Do you want to now?", she asked, and her voice was shaky. "I'm sorry, what?", I stuttered, as if I hadn't heard very clearly what she said. "You...you can play with it if you want to", she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, you have to do it yourself and all, I don't wanna do anything. Except kiss maybe...". Her breathing had gotten more rapid, and I could see that she was very turned on. I was naturally beside myself, and even though I already had an erection, I felt a renewed pressure in my groin, and either flesh or fabric would have to yield very soon. And then I was struck with another plan. "Yeah, okay. I'll do it if you do too". As soon as I said it I wanted to snatch the words back and stuff them down my throat. Donna said nothing, watching the screen. A couple was fucking doggie-style, the woman holding on to a coffee-table and moaning loudly. Donna was silent for what seemed like ten minutes, and then she muttered "Okay". She sat up straight and looked me in the eye. I swallowed hard. I reached for my belt and released the buckle, then unzipped my jeans and shrugged them down. My shorts went with them. My penis sprang out, fully erect and harder than I'd ever been in my life. I looked up in time to see Donna pull her panties down to her knees, her skirt rucked up to show her bare thighs. She looked over at me and cast her eyes downward to my stiff dick bobbing rigidly over my crotch. She was breathing heavily as she resumed her position, resting her head again on my shoulder, and then tilted her face up to mine. "Kiss me", she said quietly. Our lips touched, and her mouth parted to meet my tongue, her own seeking it. We kissed deeply, hungrily. After a few minutes she disengaged and sighed. "Show me what you do", she said, and her own hand dropped to the hem of her skirt. I slouched back into the seat and began to stroke my cock lightly, slowly. The sensation was intense and I knew I'd have to go slowly if I wanted to last for any length of time. Donna moaned in my ear and I turned my head to see that her hand was curled underneath her skirt, her fingers tracing circles. She saw where I was looking and hesitated only a moment before pulling the material upward, revealing her beautiful pussy in the dim light to me for the first time. I wanted to caress her silky-looking pubic hair and feel her moist folds under my fingertips, but I wouldn't jeopardize this moment by breaking my word. Instead I looked into her eyes and said "You are so hot, Donna. Are you feeling good too?" "Yes", she whispered, her lips parted as she looked back at me. We kissed again, our tongues colliding and swirling together, Donna's moans becoming more urgent. Her hips began undulating and her thighs spread wider. I saw her hand now pressing and fluttering faster over her clitoris, her other hand holding her skirt up to her tummy. I was rapt watching this lovely girlfriend of mine pleasure herself, and unconsciously my own hand on my cock stroked faster. My other hand moved down to cup and fondle my balls. "God, this is so sexy, watching you jack off", Donna said. "I didn't think it would be but it is, aaahhh...". Her motions became more pronounced as she petted and stroked her pussy, and she was panting in gusts. I felt as though the tip of my dick was swelling as my palm and fingers now pumped over the glans, my strokes slowing but now longer, my grip lighter. I was determined to make myself last as long as she did. "This is so good, baby, love to watch you rub your pussy", I groaned. My hips and legs had minds of their own, twitching and tensing with the pleasure I was giving myself. Masturbating in front of Donna, and she losing herself in her own self-love, was a more powerful aid than any magazine or skinflick or half-remembered dream. I mashed my lips against her sweating forehead, kissing her as we both lurched and trembled under our own hands. "Love it too.....watching you...stroke your hard cock", she said between ragged breaths. Her whole body was shaking now, and her eyes would close tightly only to open wide again as she shuddered and moaned. Her fingers and palm sawed back and forth over her mons and her hips jerked rythmically. Listening to the sounds she made was as arousing as watching her body tremble and buck... ...and then with a squeal she began to quake, her hands clamped between her legs. She buried her face in my shoulder and her legs scissored and closed together with a slap. Her sandals scuffed at the floorboards as she lost herself in orgasm... ...and then I was lost too. My legs locked and my entire body tensed as semen boiled to the surface and shot from my cock in long, fat spurts, most of it alighting on my shirt-front but some reaching as high as my chin and the headrest. I milked my penis and grunted long and low as every pulse sent my juice leaping upward before falling on my hands and thighs. Donna said "Wow!" even as she still coo'd and sighed as she rode the lovely spasms and aftershocks of her own climax. Finally our hearts settled down into normal beats and our bodies ceased quivering. After another few minutes the movie ended and the other cars began to roll out. Donna fished tissues from her bag and we cleaned ourselves up a bit. We sat together for a few silent minutes, and then Donna reached up to kiss my cheek. "Thanks for keeping your promise", she said, smiling sweetly. What could I say? "It was my pleasure!"