I can't even remember what the movie was called.
Cherie was studying script writing and was working on an action movie, so she insisted we watch it. Kelly and I had nothing better to do and accepted her invite out for an evening of cheesy cinema and crappy food.
Of course, we had forgotten how disorganised Cherie was yet again. She wasn't ready when we arrived and we dithered while she tried desperately to find her second boot, then searched for chopsticks to put up her long red hair.
I actually quite liked her hair up as she revealed her smooth white neck that blushed with just a hint of colour when she was excited. She remembered her thin framed glasses that gave her round face that very cute secretary look. This was furthered by her thin white blouse that hugged her large breasts just a little too inappropriately and through which could just be distinguished her lacy blue bra. Her tartan skirt was well above her knee but covered her shapely arse well enough and I found myself wishing I could see if her panties matched her bra.
"Hurry up woman," I mock commanded, playfully slapping her arse as she flustered past me.
She stopped and turned to glare at me.
"I beg your pardon, Mr Sexist Prick!"
Kelly stepped up behind her and slapped her on the arse while she was distracted.
"Hurry up woman," repeated my gorgeous wife grinning from ear to ear.
Cherie's neck flushed ever so slightly and she screwed her cute face up at me.
"You're lucky we're in a rush."
Kelly slapped her on the arse again.
"Flanking bonus," Kelly exclaimed and I burst into laughter.
Cherie rolled her eyes and stepped past me to find her purse. Still shaking with laughter, I pulled Kelly to me and hugged her tightly. Apart from her quick mind and sharp (if somewhat geeky) wit, I loved the feel of her delicious curves against my tall frame. She was wearing her denim skirt which came down almost to her knee, and a low cut top of soft pink cotton that revealed just enough of her ample cleavage to make you realise there was plenty more. She turned her heart shaped face up towards me and I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers while sliding my hands over her sweet arse and kneading it. She closed her big brown eyes and moaned then gripped my wide shoulders and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her harder and slid one hand up her back to stroke her long brown hair while my other hand shifted to the small of her back. Then suddenly she yelped and pulled back as Cherie slapped her arse.
"Are we going?" Cherie grinned slyly.
"Careful, she likes that," I told Cherie.
"Hey," Kelly exclaimed indignantly.
"Too much information," Cherie responded as we made our way out to the car.
* * *
By the time we had parked and bought tickets, the movie theatre was dark and the movie had already started. On the bright side, we missed the ads. As we entered, I stopped to let my eyes adjust to the darkness and searched for 3 consecutive seats.
Kelly found them first, darted up the aisle and turned left into a row of seats with Cherie close behind. I followed and was put out when Cherie sat down next to Kelly leaving me the seat next to her. I had been hoping to sit between the two girls but figured I was being silly and sat next to Cherie. After all, it wasn't like anything was going to happen.
Still, to make my point I stretched my arm across Cherie and rested my hand on Kelly's knee. Kelly looked at Cherie who looked at me.
"How am I supposed to see with your shoulder in my face?" Cherie mumbled into my shoulder.
Kelly squeezed my hand so I slid my hand from her knee, took her hand and sat back holding Kelly's hand across Cherie's lap.
"Better," smiled Cherie and that was that.
And so I found the back of my hand resting on the rough fabric of the hem of Cherie's skirt, my knuckles against the satiny smooth skin of her thigh and my thumb stroking the downy back of my wife's delicate hand. Likewise, I could feel Kelly's thumb occasionally stroking up and down my knuckles.
I smiled to myself and tried to turn my attention to the movie but I was very aware of Kelly's thumb stroking the back of my fingers. I felt slightly put out when Kelly's thumb lifted the back of my fingers away from Cherie's thigh until I realised Kelly's thumb was stroking Cherie's thigh as well as my fingers. My cock sprang to painful attention and my hand become hot and sweaty.
I released Kelly's hand and turned my hand over, brushing Kelly's hand with the back of my own while my fingers brushed Cherie's thigh. Cherie shifted slightly and I let my hand move onto the bare skin of her knee.
I squeezed her knee and meeting no resistance I began to stroke up her thigh. I could just make out Kelly's fingers doing something similar to Cherie's other leg, so I began to stroke further up Cherie's inner thigh, pushing her skirt up as I did so.