The hero of the film betrays someone. Or something. I don’t know. Everyone looks the same, and I don’t really care what’s happening. I’m just about to tell them that when Darren lifts the armrest between us and leans into my side. He doesn’t need to say anything. I know what his soft breath on my jaw means, his hand nudging my outer thigh, his smile against my earlobe.

I scoot closer, turning toward Jourdan. The screen casts her profile in shadow, and maybe it’s my growing infatuation with her, or the fact that we’re here at her request, or because my pussy is already clenching knowing what’s coming, but I think her beauty is unmatched in that moment.

Darren drapes his body casually around my back. He sometimes holds me like this in bed. Falling asleep like this is a top-tier perk of spending more than a decade with someone who loves all kinds of physical intimacy, but I’m anything but tired. The frustrated desire this movie had almost killed stretches its limbs. It might be my imagination — because this movie is loud as fuck — but I swear I can hear Darren’s belt buckle and zipper come undone.

The back of his hand brushing against my ass as he fishes his dick from his boxers isn’t imaginary.

I pull my dress up in the back, ready for him. So fucking ready for him.

I lift my left leg and whimper when the spongy head of his dick brushes my pussy from the back. He slides between my thighs, grunts into my ear because I’m wet; bad movie and all, I’m still wet.

Darren rubs the length of his shaft between my lips, lubricating himself and bumping against my clit until I’m wetter than before, and we’re both breathing heavily. Something explodes onscreen just as he pushes inside of me, and I cry out gratefully. I open my eyes quickly and look down at the theater, trying to see if anyone heard me or turned our way, but so far as I can tell, we’re still in the clear.

But then I look at Jourdan and see her watching us. She’s holding her bag of popcorn in her lap and pops a few kernels into her mouth and chews, the curve of a smile on her face. Darren starts to move inside of me. I love this angle on the best of days, but this experience makes an old favorite feel brand-new. It’s the sound of the movie, knowing that we can’t get too wild or loud or else we’ll draw someone’s unwanted attention, or that we’re one trip to the bathroom or turned head away from being discovered — all of it drives me to a shuddering orgasm with only a few deep strokes.