All The Flavour You Need

Author's Notes: written for boatsman for my ficlets for gaza charity drive.

The movie was boring. Horrifically so. Ai couldn’t believe that this thing made it past production let alone made it to theatres, it was so boring. Her date, the very man who picked this movie, seemed to think so too.

She blinked as Yu’s hand rested on her knee. Slowly, it crept up her thigh and then dipped between the. Every touch he made left trails of heat under his wake. She swallowed as her heart began to race.

What was he doing? Wait, was he really about to do that? Here? In the middle of the theatre? With all these people around?

Despite these thoughts and the slight panic that trickled inside her chest, she made no attempt at stopping him. It was pretty hot to see Yu, soft-spoken Yu who would get nervous about skipping class, make such a bold move after all. So, Ai parted her legs for him and even went so far as to pull up her skirt a couple of inches. She heard Yu’s breath hitch over the intense beating of her own heart.

He pulled his hand away and rested it around her shoulders as he slumped towards her. His free hand, the one furthest away from her, dove under her now damp panties and got to work. A gasp escaped the girl as his middle finger brushed against her clit. He stroked the small pearl through her hood. Up. Down. Up. Down. Then small, tight circles that lit her nerves were already on fire into a blazing inferno. Her hips snapped forward as more heavy, desperate breaths fell from her lips. A keen slipped through her teeth as Yu’s strong, calloused finger slipped down a little further and started to play with her clit directly.

“Fuck!” Ai swore. Her eyes screwed themselves shut as arousal dripped onto his fingers. Her hips rolled against his busy hand. More and more of her slick dripped from her aching slit and seeped into her panties, skirt, and eventually the theatre seat. God, she hadn’t been this turned on in forever. A heavy blush that contrasted prettily against the smooth paleness of her skin blossomed under her dress and face.

Yu chuckled. He pulled his finger away, something that made her want to wail in disappointment, only to shove it inside her hungry cunt. A high-pitched squeal escaped Ai and before it could travel to the ears of other audience members, he dove towards her lips. He stole a deep, wet kiss from the girl and effectively muffled her needy cries for more. Her slick juices sloshed around thanks to his long fingers that stroked her walls and her most sensitive of spots, spots she didn’t even know she had, and made her melt against him. His thumb bumped against her clit. The double attention made her weep into his mouth.

Pure sensation wracked Ai’s body as he stroked her walls and clit. Pleasure that bordered on almost painful burned throughout her body. Her toes curled inside her designer shoes. Her breathing only grew heavier. Saliva pooled inside her mouth as his tongue explored it and eventually forced it to overflow and drip onto her borelo jacket.

Then, it got to be too much.

Fluids gushed from her cunt and sprayed against her date’s hand. The heady scent of sex hung in the air as her juices splashed against Yu’s palm and seeped through her panties, leaving her completely soaked and with a large damp spot on the seat of her skirt.

Panting, Ai broke the kiss and flopped against him. Her body was buzzing in pleasure and satisfaction. Yu grinned in the low light of the room and slowly pulled his hand away from her soaked slit. Her eyes widened as she watched him lick his messy hand clean.

“You can pick the movie next time, Ai-chan,” he said oh-so-casually between long, languid licks of his fingers.

She huffed. "Whatever."