The available cash did not allow him to glam, but he was ready for popcorn and a bottle of “Coke”. Still had to leave money for the club and a taxi.

Having contacted Margarita by phone, Nikolay learned the address and quickly found her house. The girl lived very close. Approaching the entrance, he saw Rita from far away and did not believe the happiness that had fallen on him.

The girl was dressed in a skirt in a red and black cell, reaching to the middle of the thigh and a tight shirt in black with a zipper, chastely buttoned almost to the top. There were black knee-high knee-highs and red loafers without heels. Nikolay thanked her in her heart: the girl was half a head taller than him. Lush hair waves fell on Margarita's shoulders, completing her magazine image.

“You look like a girl from a support group,” said Nikolay, walking up to Rita.

He was just in awe.

“And you look like a pimp,” Rita snapped, looking at his shirt with an ironic look. - Come on, we'll be late.

And she took his hand. “Pimp and cheerleader ... I don't even remember such a union in porn”, Nikolai thought cheerfully.

In the lobby of the cinema, he bought a bucket of salted popcorn and a liter bottle of Coke.

- What are our places? - asked Rita.

“There ... at the end,” answered Nikolay and waved vaguely to one side.

- places for kisses?

“Almost ... the last but one row,” said Nikolay, turning his eyes to the side.

- And there was no closer place? - in the eyes of Margarita flashes of laughter.

“No,” said Nikolai uncertainly, “this is the premiere, the full house ... and in general: they don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!” Do you have something against the back rows?

“Well, well,” said Margarita derisively, “no, I have nothing against it.”

- You know, I specifically bought such tickets ...

Nikolai himself did not expect to admit this. Margarita took a step towards and kissed his cheek.

“I appreciate your sincerity,” Rita said, and looked into his eyes.

Nikolai was embarrassed. "Just don't blush," he thought, blushing frantically. Margarita silently shook his hand, then took popcorn out of a bucket and put it in his mouth.

“The reward is for the truth,” she said.

- Woof! - answered Nikolay and both laughed.

The bell rang, and they went to take their places. It was a new hall, there were five of them in the cinema. The seats were grouped into four chairs, between them was a small passage. They sat down in their zone: first Rita, then Nikolai. The last two seats next to Nikolai were taken by mother and daughter.

Chairs were modern: with a bottle holder in the armrest. The armrests themselves went upstairs, which Nikolai immediately did, while Rita was getting settled and straightening her skirt, which all the time was high up bullying. Rita already regretted putting it on.

“Don't stare at me, I feel awkward,” said Rita, catching his gaze on her knees.

“The film is about to begin, and I will be staring at the screen,” Nikolai retorted.

His organ moved, and Nikolai put a bucket of popcorn on him. Began to dim the light, and gradually the rustling and conversations ceased.

“You see, they are slowly pulling the plug out of the socket,” Nikolai said in a low voice, “now the light will go out and everything will start.”

The woman sitting to the right of Nikolai looked at him and laughed. Rita smiled and squeezed his thigh.

“Hush,” said the girl and scooped up the popcorn from the bucket.

Nicholas, like a current, stitched from this grip. I had to support the bucket so that it did not swing.

The guy looked at the girl: her high breasts and beckoned to him. “How to get to her,” thought Nikolay, “I would hug her, and be done with it.” She will not leave, really. "He yawned, stretched frantically and hugged the girl by the shoulders — Nikolai held the bucket of popcorn with his other hand. Rita looked at him in surprise and twitched her shoulder.

“To make it easier for you to take popcorn,” Nicholas found, “just as close.”

Rita snorted, took the bucket from his lap, and set it to her.

“So much closer,” she said, not taking her eyes off the screen. But from the shoulder Nicholas hand is not removed.

The guy froze. On the one hand, he achieved the desired, on the other - he had nothing to cover the traitor, who raised his head in shorts high. Nikolai fidgeted, then mentally waved his hand at it: “All the same, it’s dark here - come what may!”.

The edge of the bucket, kneeling by Margarita, was next to the zipper closure of a shirt that hid her dignity from prying eyes. Whenever Nicholas stretched his hand to get a portion of popcorn - he slowly lowered the "dog" of the castle down. He did not look at the result of his actions and diligently stared at the screen, not understanding what was going on there. Margarita was completely absorbed by the ongoing events of the film and did not notice the partisan actions of her classmate.

Upstairs something rustled, Rita turned her head to see what was going on there, and Nikolay allowed herself to take a quick look at the result of his efforts. The lightning on the girl's shirt slid far down, and he saw the bulges hidden in white lace underwear with a dark hollow between them. He looked down and saw the girl's fully open thigh: she put her legs on the leg and it seemed that she was not wearing underwear.

“Some idiot makes noise up there,” Rita whispered.

Nicholas's ear burned her with hot breath, and his dignity stretched to its full length. He turned his head to look at what was wrong there: a kind of booth was sitting up there, about thirty years old, and for some reason one: the other three chairs were empty. He drank beer from a can of a bite of crisp from the bag.

When Nikolai reached out to look up, the zipper on his shorts treacherously dispersed, and his body jumped out. At first he did not notice this, but the mother of the girl, who was sitting nearby, noticed. She began to drill his eyes, her hands, in indecision, clenched and unclenched.

Finally, Nikolai noticed this and involuntarily oyknul. He quickly took out a bottle of "Cola" from the armrest and put it next to a member on the side of Rita, blocking her view.

- What are you doing? - turned to him Rita.

“Nothing,” said Nikolai, “it's hot here.”

“Yes, it seems normal,” Rita whispered.

Nicholas, holding the bottle between his legs, unscrewed the lid with one hand and frantically began to drink a warm “Coke”. My mouth was dry. Then he put the bottle on his knees by mommy. The woman did not like it: all this time she was enjoying the view of the strong cock.

“Give me a drink too,” said Rita.

The girl, without looking, extended her hand and clutched at the member, the stake standing next to Coke: it was unknown what was hot. For a few moments, Rita squeezed him, then pulled her to herself in confusion. Nikolai regretted that the members did not fly, he would love to drink Margarita.

Realizing at last that this was not Cola, Rita withdrew her hand and looked with horror at the dignity of Nicholas, since there was something to see.

- Fool! - Margarita whispered, threw his hand off his shoulder and began to look hard at the screen.

“I didn’t do it on purpose ... just the lightning went off,” Nikolai said. - On, have a drink, - and he handed her a bottle.

Rita glanced at the fact that the boy dragged her and hesitantly took the bottle from his hands. Then she began to drink awkwardly, spilling the drink on herself. A brown trickle ran across a bare chest and flowed into a hollow.

“This is a pancake,” said Rita, and only now noticed that she was sitting half-dressed: Nikolai tried very hard.

The girl flashed his eyes on him, but her eyes involuntarily fell on the member, which, unlike the eyes, did not even think of falling. Rita licked her lips and barely looked away from the obscene spectacle.

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