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I observed the blonde model on the movie poster before me with my head tilted to the right, and my mouth sipping from the iced cola in my hand. She was gorgeous, because her cleavage was showing. It was easy to set my eyes on her, and I wondered if she also modelled for a few of the magazines I saw so often at convenience stores.

“Hey.”

I turned to face the source of the sound. It was the ginger boy, and his hands were clutching onto a sprite and a box of popcorn. I smiled at him, and we walked together towards the theatre that our movie would be showing. It was some sappy romance that he wanted to watch, and I went along with it to see what kind of stuff he liked.

He put the box of popcorn between his forearm and body, then used the hand that was freed to hold the door open for me. I walked in, and heard his footsteps thudding on the floor behind. We walked towards the seats, and he found where we were supposed to be sitting. We settled into the seats, and I took the box of popcorn from him to place it on my lap and begin eating.

Gosh, I could only wish that I wasn’t wasting my time.

He had approached me at school one fine day, all cordial and still apologising profusely. He led me to the nearest pillar, then opened the bible in his hands to recite a few verses to me before telling me that God would free me from my pain eventually, either in this life or the next.

So basically, please give me your loyalty without any guarantee of retribution on my end.

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I nodded with fervour, and even summoned a few tears to brim over. I waited for him to finish rambling, and he tucked his bible away before he told me that he wanted to take me out. Show me what it was like to have a real, good man in my life.

I didn’t know why I said yes.

I was just curious, I guess.

But now, here I was, in this movie theatre with him. I actually found it rather wild that things somehow developed in this direction. It was what I had been going for from the beginning, and to think things would fall into place like that? Well, maybe divine intervention was real after all.

After some time, the movie began, and it was about fifty minutes into it when I began to grow really sick of the story. I kept yawning, and I could hardly keep my bloody eyes open. I had no idea why he looked so riveted every time I glanced at him, but I genuinely wanted to leave the theatre from the moment the first scene showed on the screen.

But I stayed. I looked over at him again, and in the darkness, I took in more of the features on his face. He was not too shabby looking, to be honest. I faced the screen again, before a grand idea popped into my brain, and a grin spread on my lips.

I stared at him, then let my eyes drop across his body to his hands, which were on his lap. I stuck my tongue in my inner cheek, then reached out my wrist towards his lap.

And groped him there.

He jumped in his seat, but he didn’t move away. I let my fingers feel their way around the fabric at his groin, and the shape of his cock slowly pictured in my mind. I grabbed it, and began to make movements on it, going up and down a few times.

It was barely a minute.

When I heard a low groan coming from his direction and moisture bloomed across my fingers. My head snapped over to his groin to see what had happened. And I realised the dude had just come. My jaw dropped.

I hardly noticed when the screen in front of me flashed to the next scene, and the woman was cradling her dead infant in her arms, wailing terribly over it.

I watched the wet spot on his pants.

And my laughter pierced the silence in the theatre.