I had lost my virginity at the ripe old age of 20 years to Madelyn (a high school student I had dated), but, a few months later, I lost my innocence with Beverly. We met in my second year of college. I was still hurting badly from the end of a relationship I had been sure would lead to marriage. Bev was just the kind of 'medicine' a completely lost soul seeks out and often finds. Up until then, I had no idea what a good physical relationship with a woman (or man, for that matter) was. But, Beverly guessed that I would be good and she made it her goal to make me 'all that I could be'! She thought I'd be good enough to make a living at it. I hadn't a clue; I just knew that I craved her body like I craved nothing else in my life. I was agreeable to being trained as long as I got lots of her. So, we set out to teach me how to use my body to perform almost any way I wanted. This is one of the stories that happened as part of that training.
Bev and I had enjoyed all of the basics, played most of the games, and practiced increasing my 'time' control. I had learned where to touch, how much, and when; how to tease and coax; and most of what not to do. But, with experience with only one other woman, I needed exposure to other styles to learn all the subtle variations and varieties of sex. So, we did the only thing young people could do at the time: we jumped in the car and went to the adult movies. (In 1976, there were no DVD players, and VCR's with porno movies to rent were not very common. And, with the price of a Sony Betamax around $1000, it's no wonder...)
We didn't bother to check the newspapers before leaving; starting times and movie titles didn't matter. We just jumped into the car and drove south. Taking the Fruitridge Road exit east, we turned at Stockton Blvd. and turned into the Manor Shopping Centre. One of the three adult movie theaters that we were familiar with in Sacramento, the Manor Theater was a large, old theater that probably once showed first-run family movies. It had room for hundreds of customers, and a large snack bar and lobby, and heavy purple curtains that covered the huge screen and separated the lobby from the actual movie viewing room. The seats were extremely well padded (and also deep purple) but badly worn with neglect and age.
There was light rain as we drove up to the theater. We parked close to the doors and ran in. The man at the ticket booth glared at us and demanded ID from both of us. (Beverly was short and slightly heavy with medium length light brown hair. She looked about 15 years old. At the time, I was tall, very skinny, and wore my hair long in a natural. If I had been in his shoes, I would have carded two kids like us, too. But, he did more staring at my black skin then he did at either driver's license).
Being the good-natured kid I was, I pretended not to notice him and hung all over Beverly as we paid and walked through the curtains under his disapproving glare. I wondered what he would think if he knew how much Beverly likes to be fucked!
Beverly stopped just inside the curtains because the lights were on and we could see the crowd. The usual suspects were all in attendance: dirty old men that sit alone and as far from anyone else as possible to avoid getting caught 'spanking the monkey'; young couples adding a little sleaze to their lives; and a few 18 year olds, going to their first 'dirty movie' alone. You could tell them from the old men from the back because the kids slouched as much as possible to avoid being seen and the old men sat up and leaned forward, eager for the movie to start. We also saw something rather unusual: there were two young guys sitting together and talking quietly. Beverly pointed them out even as I saw them and she got that 'fuck me' look in her eyes.
"What do you think about them?" she asked, nodding towards a pair seated alone.
From the back, I too, could tell that they were young and out of place together in this place. But, I got no real impression about them. Shrugging, I shook my head.
"Ok, then let's get a better look," she whispered and started walking slowly down the center aisle, casually glancing to the left and right, pretending to look for the place she wanted to sit. We passed them and Beverly took a good, long look, which prompted one of them to slouch even lower in his seat. This time I got a good look and saw that they were very young; I doubted that they were inside legally. They were just two kids who were obviously out to see their first movie. They had popcorn, Cokes, and boxes of candy, (all of which 'old pros' like me skip because nobody can eat during this stuff!) and one returned Beverly's stare with his own and a sly smile, too.
That was all the Beverly needed to see. She picked seats for us about three rows in front of them and to the side and sat in the seat closest to them. Almost immediately, she stood again and slowly took off her wet coat. She was wearing a ridiculously short skirt and a see-through blouse with no bra. (Except for shoes and socks, that was her entire ensemble for a cold winter's night in the rain!) She made sure that she gave the boys a nice look at her huge tits and even the bottom edge of her panties, bending forward slightly. I was biting my lip, trying not to laugh out loud but I could hear the boys talking excitedly.
One of the problems with publicly watching these movies is the dirty old men. It would be fine if they just sat and watched, looked at pretty patrons from their seats, or jerked off to their heart's content. But, seeing so much of Beverly showed them a better show than they were expecting on the screen, and some of them changed seats, boldly moving around us in a lazy circle. If the circle got too small, they would be too close for Beverly to do what she planned so she turned to me.
