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     - FRIDAY AT THE MOVIES-
                    Part Two
                    by  Ann Douglas
                (AnnD@Pipeline.Com)

        Jack's eyes opened wide with the appearance  of Cindy
Armstrong on the screen.  One of the  hottest young actresses
around, she was appearing  in the film as Conner's rookie
partner.  She was  going undercover as a dancer in a go go bar
and was  about to audition for the job.  With a flourish, Cindy
 pulled off her blue tank top, letting a incredible pair  of
38D's fall free.  Every man in the theater sat up a  little
straighter to get a better look, and Jack was so  exception.
        "What a set of tits!"  He thought.
        When she began to dance on screen, Jack  became increasingly
aware of a building pressure in  his jeans.  Like any healthy
16 yr old, it took little to  give him a hard on.  By the time
Cindy finished her  dance routine, Jack's 6" cock was rock
hard. Unfortunately it was also in a very awkward  position,
sticking out from under his briefs and  rubbing against his
jeans.  After a while it began to  hurt.
        It was then that he remembered that Alice  was sitting next to
him.  She'd been  true to her  word and hadn't uttered a sound
to interrupt his  enjoyment of the action, just sitting  there
quietly,  eating  her popcorn. He couldn't just slide his hand
down his pants and shift his cock to a more  comfortable
position.  He was too embarrassed. Hopefully, since the scene
had already ended, his  cock would quickly return to normal
proportions.
        That was not to be as no more than five  minutes later, there
was Candy again, naked in the  shower.  Watching her soap up
her breasts and rub  them vigorously, Jack's erection returned
with a  vengeance.  This time he had to do something.
        Looking straight ahead and hoping Alice was  doing the same,
the teenager slid his hand down into  his pants and shifted his
cock to a more comfortable  angle.  He let out an involuntary
sign as he touched the sensitive cockbase and a electric spark
of  pleasure jumped from his loins.  Reluctantly he  withdrew
his hand, thankful that Alice hadn't seemed  to notice his
actions.
        This time his member stayed erect as Cindy  spent almost five
minutes dressing for her date with  Conner only to quickly
strip again for their  lovemaking scene.
        Watching his hero explore every inch of  Cindy's delectable
body proved too much for Jack. Even in it's now more
comfortable position, his cock  was pressing against the denim
of his jeans.  All he  could think about was how good it would
feel to  just rub it a little and pretend he was Clint, making
love to Cindy.
        For a few moments he considered heading  for the bathroom,
where he could spend a few  minutes playing with his now aching
cock.  Then he  quickly discarded the idea because his little
tent pole  would be visible the minute he stepped out into the
light. Also, after all the trouble he went to get here,  he
didn't want to miss any of the movie.
        Finally, throwing caution to the wind, he slid  his jacket
over his lap as unobtrusively as possible. Then he slid his
hand under his jacket and began to  carefully rub his stiff
dick through the material.  A  tiny smile came to his lips at
the small measure of  relief.
        Out of the corner of his eyes, Jack stole a  look at Alice.
Glad to see her attention was glued to  the screen and the
movie, he continued his gentle  ministrations.  It felt so
good, the excitement of  actually doing it in the movies made
it feel even  better.
        Not taking the time to think about what he  was doing, for if
he did he would've realized what a  bad idea it was, Jack
quietly popped the top button  of his pants and slid down the
zipper.  The smile on  his face grew wider as he felt the warm
flesh of his  boycock in his hand.  The up and down motion of
his firm grip sent repeated cycles of joy through his  young
body.  He really wasn't paying  attention to  the movie
anymore.  In fact he was now pretty much  oblivious of
everything around him.
        Feeling the rising pressure in his small balls,  Jack closed
his eyes and sighed.  He couldn't  remember that last time it
had felt so good.  A few  more strokes and he was sure he would
cum.
        The sudden reality of where he was and what  he was doing
suddenly came back to him like a  thunderclap.  His eyes popped
open and his mouth  dropped.  The sudden pressure of another
hand  against his own suddenly sent a cold stab through his
chest.
        Afraid to even turn his head, he never the  less knew that
Alice was no longer watching the  film.  Beneath his jacket he
could feel her fingers  running across his until they came in
contact with  the soft skin of his cock.  That spark flashed
through  him like a bolt of lightning, causing him to jump in
his seat.  Shocked out of his paralysis, he turned and  saw the
smile on Alice's face.
        "It's ok."  She whispered.  "Just sit back and  relax."
        Instead of sitting back, Jack whirled his head  from side to
side to see if anyone else was watching. Certain that everyone
in the theater could see what  was happening, he couldn't
believe it when he saw  that all eyes where still on the screen
where Clint  Conner was dispatching another half dozen drug
dealers.  As the thought that he was still safe finally
registered, so did the soothing feeling Alice's hand  was
producing.
        Instead of the usual jerking motion he was  used to, whether
it was by his hand or the few girls  he had dated long enough
to get a hand job from,  Alice's fingers seemed to glide across
his skin like  feathers.  Each gentle  touch produced a ripple
of  delight, it was unlike anything he had experienced  before.
 In his most vivid fantasies, Jack could never  have imagined
it could feel so good.
        His mind just seemed to drift among waves  of pleasure as Jack
finally sat back and closed his  eyes.  The possibility of
getting caught no longer  worried him, only the possibility of
Alice stopping  before he climaxed.
        As soothing as her touch felt, it was like  sandpaper as
compared to the indescribable feeling  that flooded the core of
his being a few moments  later.  At first he didn't understand
the soft and  warm wetness which abruptly engulfed his cock,
having had nothing to match it against in his young  memory.
It was only when  he opened his eyes a  second later that he
saw that Alice had replaced her  magic hands with her even more
magical mouth.
        Like silk, her tongue covered every inch of  his shaft before
dropping down to his balls. One at a  time they disappeared
into her mouth, until she  released them and then returned her
attention to his  now glistening dick.  Taking its entirety
once more  into her mouth, Alice applied such pressure that she
 seemed to draw the very life essence out of his body.
        But for the moment, that was all she drew. It was only the
skillful pressure she kept on the base  of his young cock that
had prevented his seed from  exploding the moment her mouth had
made contact. She could feel he was aching for release, but was
 determined to make it last as long as she could.
        In a isolated moment of clarity, Jack was  able to take a step
back and appreciate the situation. In all his fantasies, he had
dreamed of cheerleaders  or movie stars.  Yet here it was a
woman older than  his mother who was bringing him to levels of
euphoria he never imagined existed.  He would  never be able to
look at those women in the same  way.  That of sexless old
women.
        On the now almost totally ignored screen,  Deadly Larry was
nearing  it's explosive climax, as  was  Larry's number one
fan. Alice deep throated  him one last time, then released her
grip on the base  of his cock. His body quaked and a sudden
rush of  energy drained from every pore of his body.
        The recesses of her throat filled with the first  burst of his
warm and salty whiteness.  She quickly  swallowed it without
hesitation, knowing that there  was much more to come.  A
second wave followed  a few moments later.  This time, she
allowed it to fill  her mouth, permitting herself time to savor
the taste  as she whirled her tongue from one side of her
mouth to the other.  A third spurt she let slide out of  the
corners of her mouth and down the base of his  boycock.  Then
she ran her tongue up and down the  shaft, relishing both the
tangy taste and the now  intoxicating  aroma of his youthful
sex.
        Finally, sensing he was spent, Alice took him  within her
mouth one last time and began to wash away the last remnants of
her efforts.  By the time  his boyhood slipped limply from her,
not a trace  remained.






        The house lights came up a few minutes later  as the credits
rolled on the screen.  In ones and  twos, the patrons passed
Alice and Jack, totally  unaware of what had occurred.
        Jack studied each face as it passed, thankful  that none gave
him a second look.  He turned to say  something to Alice, only
to find she was gone -  having exited the other end of the row.
He jumped  to his feet and looked from side to side, finally
spotting her by the far exit. She stopped when she  saw him
watching her.  Their eyes met one last time  --- Alice smiled
---and then she was gone.

       John Michael  Tayor, police officer, husband  and father of
two, popped the video tape from out  of the VCR.  Before he
dropped the well worn tape  back  into the plastic storage box,
he glanced once  more at the title..."Deadly Larry - - 1973".
        "I don't know how you can watch that silly  movie so many
times?"  Asked Sergeant Taylor's  wife as she reentered the
room. "Most times you  don't even seen to pay attention to it,
you just sit  there with that silly grin on your face."
        "That film always reminds me of an
important lesson...."  The 35 yr old replied as he  dropped the
case into the storage cabinet.  "About  not always making
judgments about people and  things by how they look, and to
always open your  mind to the new and unexpected."
        "From that stupid film?"  She replied.  "I  don't get it."
        "I guess not, but I sure did!"  Mike Taylor  answered with
that same silly grin on his face.

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