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In a Dark Theater - Final
By st0rmbringer
Nicole was hooked.
Ever since that day at the theater, she couldn't stop thinking of sex, couldn't keep her hands off herself. She couldn't concentrate, couldn't even seem to think straight.
She masturbated every chance she got. Whenever she went to the restroom or any other time she found a moment of privacy, she rubbed her hot swollen flesh, making every effort to make herself explode in orgasm.
But no matter how often or how much she masturbated, she couldn't make herself cum unless she fantasized about Melissa's grandpa and their erotic encounter in the theater.
When she closed her eyes, she could almost feel his lips on hers, feel the intimate warmth of his body pressing against her, feel his balmy breath on her skin, and sense the rough wrinkled texture of his skin against hers.
The remembered touch of his rough callused hands on her body, the taste of popcorn and Dr. Pepper on his lips, the feel of his warm wet tongue in her mouth, the sensations that vibrated through her soul when he shoved her face in his lap, forcing her engulf his hard thick cock in her mouth.
She would gasp as she recalled the sharp stinging pain of his member piercing her hymen.
She shivered in forbidden delight at the memory of his cock plunging into her over and over.
But mostly she remembered the pulsing throb of his member as he climaxed deep inside her.
The thoughts, memories and fantasies were constant and persistent distractions.
Memories of that little *incident* never failed to send shivers down her spine. Her nipples tingled and puckered, shooting thrills of electric pleasure down to her clit. The old man had inadvertently awakened something inside her that laid dormant all her life... and that insatiable beast reared and roared with hunger and need.
The knowledge that she had mind-blowing sex with an ancient old man in the middle of a theater full of people made her body shake with an intense all-consuming arousal, bordering on mindless lust.
She feverishly masturbated again and again every night before finally drifting off to sleep with images and remembered sensations from that fateful day playing over and over again in her mind's eye like a pornographic movie.
Once she finally drifted off, her dreams were filled with shifting disjointed images of sex with the old man on his marriage bed while his wife slept peacefully next to them, completely unaware, even when Nicole's wide-spread legs bumped into her or when her cries of ecstasy echoed loudly through the bedroom.
She dreamed of kneeling submissively in front of the old man, sucking his long hard cock while rubbing her electrified clit and shoving a finger in her pussy. She reveled in the humiliation of being face-fucked in the kitchen while Melissa's grandma chattered away washing dishes at the sink with her back turned.
She dreamed of being taken by the old man while her friends watched, shouting excited encouragement and touching her breasts excitedly with their small soft dainty hands. Somehow, she knew each waited eagerly for a turn with him, even Melissa, and the knowledge sent a throb of lustful yearning through her body, making her writhe helplessly in her sleep.
For a week, Nicole woke up ill-rested, haggard and horny, completely unprepared for whatever the day had to offer.
She was constantly turned on, her sweet young pussy persistently wet, pulsing and throbbing, thirsting and eager to be filled to bursting with the old man's long hard cock. She wanted the Melissa's grandpa to dominate, overpower, conquer and control her like he had in the theater.
Her mind was relentlessly awash with erotic images of their sexual encounter and her body was in a constant state of arousal.
When strolling around the mall with her friends, she looked at the young men walking in groups, showing off and acting stupid, at the older men walking with their wives and children, but her eyes were inexorably drawn to the occasional much older, grandfatherly white-haired men. Her heart jumped in her chest whenever she saw one who even vaguely resembled Melissa's grandpa.
Her friends noticed a change in her. She was quieter than normal, distracted, and she wasn't particularly interested in their conversations. Her big blue eyes were tired and bloodshot, there were dark bags under her eyes and she looked flushed and sweaty all the time. They also noticed she spent a lot of time in the bathroom lately.
Concerned, her three friends tried talking to her to find out what was going on, but she just clammed up even more. They watched her comb the fingers of her right hand through her long blonde hair as she always did when she was nervous. After several fruitless tries, they chatted among themselves and decided she'd open up when she was ready.
Nicole finally livened up and joined the conversation when the subject of having a horror movie night at Melissa's house came up. They planned to stay up all night watching horror movies in the living room and go to sleep when and if they felt like it.
After they finished making their plans, Nicole seemed more her normal shy but happy self and they assumed she was moody because her period was about to come on. They spent so much time together that their periods had synchronized so they knew each other's schedules nearly to the day.
When Saturday rolled around, Nicole was nervous. She stayed away all week but now that she planned on spending the night at her friend's house like she had so many times before, she had no idea how to act in front of Melissa's grandpa.
What if he ignored her? Should she ignore him? What would the others think if she acted weird towards him?
She was shaky with excitement, fear, anxiety and embarrassment at how much she looked forward to seeing the old man again. She felt queasy and butterflies battered around in her tummy at the prospect of seeing him again, at the prospect of feeling his hard callused hands on her body again.
The whole situation was all very confusing. Conflicting emotions roiled inside her, mixing and clashing together, breaking apart only to confuse her even more when images of her last encounter with him flashed through her mind's eye.
Anna picked her up and when they got to Melissa's house late that afternoon, Nicole paused at the front door, heart racing and mind in turmoil. She wore a comfortable pair of snug white shorts, a loose pink tank top that left four inches of her midriff bare and her usual white slip-on shoes with ankle-length black socks.
She looked down at herself. She was showing a lot of skin. Her tank top was low cut, revealing the tops of her soft round boobs and mouthwatering cleavage and her long slim shapely legs were on display. Why had she dressed so skimpily?
She knew why, but didn't want to admit it.
Anna, her round Asian face was set in an expression of impatience and annoyance, stopped behind her, sighed impatiently and prodded her with a rolled-up sleeping bag.
Taking a deep breath, Nicole opened the door and stepped across the threshold, feeling as if she was walking into a beast's lair.
The warm familiar odors of cooking Mexican food and varnished wood washed over her as she stepped inside. She stopped to look around warily, looking for the old man. Anna prodded her again and then skipped around her to the living room to drop off her sleeping bag and backpack stuffed with clothes and "necessities."
Nicole followed warily, still glancing around. She could hear Melissa's grandma puttering around in the kitchen when she dropped off her sleeping bag and overnight bag next to Anna's.
The living room was a large open space with a wide cushiony couch, a loveseat and a recliner chair dominating the floor space along with two end tables and a low flat wooden coffee table in the middle. An enormous flat screen television was mounted on the wall. The kitchen was across the room from the TV, a long tall bar divided the area under which stood four tall cushioned stools with fancy wooden backrests.
When Nicole straightened from dropping off her stuff, her blue eyes widened when she saw Grandpa perched on one of those stools with his back to her, his white hair was disheveled as if he'd just taken off his hat.
When she saw him, her breath caught in her throat.
Heart pounding, pulse hammering at her temples and the butterflies in her stomach turned into skydiving eagles, she felt her face flush with heat and her hands tremble uncontrollably.
Grandpa spun his stool around at the sound of the two other girls rushing down the stairs and when his dark eyes met hers for the briefest fraction of a second, it seemed as if the world stopped as a flash of recognition and powerful mutual attraction hit them like a lightning bolt.
Nicole quickly broke eye contact, looking down at the ground in consternation, her face bright red and hot to the touch.
After another brief hesitant glance at grandpa, she rushed to meet her friends, nervously and excitedly conscious of his eyes on her body.
She stood and listened while her friends talked over each other, trying to decide which movie to start with... an old classic, something fresh out of theaters or not a horror movie at all but a romance.
Anna didn't particularly care for horror movies.
They turned to Nicole expectantly, expecting her to break the tie.
She chose the slasher horror classic first, Halloween; the latest Conjuring movie next then The Lucky One, a romance last.
Melissa's grandma prepared a bunch of quick-pick foods they could stack on plates and eat in front of the TV without making a mess... small crispy tacos, Mexican pies called empanadas, chili and cheese-stuffed peppers, and different kinds of grilled meats they could put on top of tostadas along with a wide choice of homemade desserts.
Grandma placed everything on trays on the bar then stood back, watching with a fond smile on her round wrinkled face as the four girls rushed in to pile their plates with food.
