They walked into the theater and were shocked at the seats. They were more like home theater seats than actual movie theater seats. ‘No wonder they...call it the screening room,’ he said with a grin. They sat and waited for the movie to start talking casually, munching on their popcorn and sipping on their soda. The room started to fill as the lights went down. As the lights went down, somehow Jess’s hand found Alex’s and just rested on the top of it. The usual previews started, lighting the. “Yeah that would be great!” she called back to me. As I stood there waiting for the coffee pot I heard her moving about, looking over my shoulder when she came into the kitchen. “Listen, I was wondering if you might have something for me to sleep in, or am I going to have to wear nothing at all.” she said grinning playfully at me. It was then that I was beginning to wonder who was tempting whom. “I can get you one of my t-shirts, that should work well for something to sleep in, unless you want. I could see she was nervous, and something in me told me to stop. I wanted to stop because I knew the consequences that would follow my not stopping. In other words, I was sure I could make her.What girl can't be made? I've said that often enough. Every girl wants to be made. There is no girl anywhere in the world who doesn't really, at least secretly in her innermost heart, want to be laid. It is just the rule of the world.So I knew I could make Janice. I always had known I could make her. But. "Yeah, a little, I guess," I whispered.We both scrunched into our seats, kind of but not really facing each other, and she closed her eyes. I sank back into the zoned-but-not-really sleeping state that I'd been in for the last hour.And then I felt her hand on my leg, under the blanket.I looked over at her but her eyes were still closed. There was a faint smile, though. Was she asleep or coming on to me? Did it really matter?Her hand traveled up my leg, brushing my cock which was rapidly getting.