“What do you mean?”
I leaned into him and repeated myself.
His eyebrows lowered but he kept looking at the screen. An explosion of color from the projector lit his face and then dissipated back to darkness. He cleared his throat. “You mean like…?”
“You know exactly what I mean,” I said. “Look.”
I opened my legs a little, watching as his eyes drifted down my body, following the pleated edge of my skirt as it went slack between my legs. He looked away again quickly.
“Aw, don’t be boring.” I said, nudging him with my elbow. “Don’t you want to feel it?” I took his hand and gently placed it on my thigh.
“Seriously?” he said, looking around us at the other seats. “What about the movie?!”
I laughed. “What about it?” I said, gyrating my hips slightly, my nipples hardening beneath my top. I pouted at him. “I’m not saying we have to do anything, I’m just saying you should feel it!”
“Why?”
“Ugh! Because I want you too.”
“But–”
I pushed out my hips a little more, sliding even lower in the chair. I had no idea what had made me so horny, and I knew I was being embarrassing and desperate. But so what? My panties were soaked and I wanted someone to feel them.
“Please…” I whispered, hearing a whining tone in my voice. “Just touch it. I know we’re friends but…here. I’ll make it easy for you.”
I looked both ways along the row and then lifted my hips from the seat, pulling down my panties. The fabric traveled smoothly down my thighs, rolling around my knees and bunching at my calves. The whole thing had only taken a second, and suddenly I was sitting with my panties around my ankles in a movie theater, a fact that, embarrassingly enough, made me even wetter.
“Here,” I said, lifting one leg to pull my panties off over my heels. I held them out to him, noticing the way they glistened in the light of the big screen. “Take them.”
“W...what? Why?”
“Oh my god,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Because they are very wet,” I whispered. “And I am very horny.”
I pressed the warm bundle of lace into his hand. His fingers closed around them instinctively.
“Now you have a souvenir,” I breathed, pulling away.
He looked down at his hand, then at me. He looked around quickly, but we were in the back row, and no one was paying us any attention in the dark anyway. He shoved the panties into his pocket, his movements clumsy. I grinned.
“See!” I whispered. “You like them, don’t you?”
He nodded. Just a little. But it was enough to light within me a sudden urge to get on his lap and smother his face with my breasts.
“So…” I sat back in my seat and put my eyes back on the screen, letting my knees drift apart a little wider. “Do you want to feel it now?”