She whispered in my ear, I wanna fuck right now! I teased her a little, Yeah? How bad? I lifted the back of her coat and played with her clit. She was...having trouble concealing what was going on now. Please! Lets go somewhere and fuck! Instead, I told her to request a booth in the back. I knew she didnt need to ask anyone, but the look on the clerks face was worth it. I told her to ask for the deluxe room specifically. She was embarrassed but if she knew what the deluxe room was for, shed never. I was more interested to put my finger inside her cunt but she took it out rubbed it on her pussy lips, which I found very marvellous to look at. Four folds of soft flesh, which reminded me of a flower we used to collect for Onam celebrations. I took a close look at the pussy in wonder and I slowly learnt the technique of rubbing her pussy. We continued this till she left for her father’s house for further studies. After she left I had no opportunity to see or finger her pussy, but it was good. "Like putty in my hands!" she said resuming her seat.The waitress arrived again with another round of drinks."Great," said Alex, "I could do with another after all that, but Ithought it was my round?" Excuse me," I said to the waitress, who was also dressed like an iceskater "but we didn't order any more drinks!" They are from the men at the end of the bar," she said.We turned to see a group of men standing at the bar. As we looked theyraised their glasses in a toast."What do we do now?" I. Dion had grown up a few blocks from here and I was sure he had been in this theater many times. Surely he had often necked and petting in here with cuties of the 1950s.Now in the open-relationship 1970s, I was doing pretty well in my last couple of weeks officially as a teenager. I was "spinning plates," as the term is now, with two other girls but being young and foolish I had no idea how precarious and contingent my situation really was.In the lobby, I had more musical musings and I imagined.