Page 84 of The Burbs and the Bees
I am so fucked.
She doesn’t comment. Instead, her eyes go big when the screen rises up before us. She slows her vehicle as we go down the long, winding road, stopping when we come to a ticket booth.
I reach for my wallet, but she stops me. “Tonight’s on me,” she says and pays for our entrance.
We creep into the viewing area. “There’s not many people here.”
“Saturdays can be packed, but not too many people come on a Sunday night.” I point to a spot away from the two vehicles parked in the middle. “Park over there.”
Darkness surrounds us as she pulls into the spot and fiddles with the radio to find the station broadcasting the show. “This is so cool,” she says, her voice full of excitement.
I grin at her. “If you’ve never been to a drive-in, that must mean you’ve never made out in a car before.”
She blinks at me innocently. “Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say that. There was this one time behind the high school.”
“Not the same,” I inform her. “Making out at the drive-in is in a class of its own. It’s like a rite of passage around these parts.”
She makes a face. “Is that true, or are you just trying to get into my panties?”
“Both,” I say, and she laughs.
“It does sound like fun.” She wipes the window and looks out. “First, let’s get some snacks.”
She opens the door, and the cooler night air washes over us as we make our way to the concession stand. We buy drinks, popcorn, and candy, and I swear to God, she’s acting like Tyler on Christmas morning. Full of excitement and enthusiasm. Earlier today, when I caught her down on her knees, digging potatoes, dirt all over her face, I fell a little more for her, and now seeing this childlike wonderment on her face might just be the end of me.
“Do you even know what’s playing?” I ask her.
“Godzilla.”
My head rears back. “You like scary movies?”
“Godzilla isn’t scary.” She tsks. “What are you, a baby?”
“Fine, don’t come sneaking into my cottage for protection when you wake up scared.”
She points a finger at me. “I’m guessing it’s going to be the other way around.”
We climb back into her car, and I dig into the popcorn as a couple more cars fill in, taking up position in the center of the lot, aligning their vehicles for the best view.
“Oh, wait. I brought a bag of freshly picked cherries. I can’t seem to get enough of these.” She opens the bag and plops one into her mouth.
“How many of them have you eaten today, anyway?”
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p; “I don’t know. I lost count.”
“Alyson, too many can be hard on your digestive system.”
She frowns. “I guess I never thought of that. I’ll just have a couple more. Here, try one.” She hands me one, and I bite into it. Juice drips down my chin as I spit the seed out, and before I can wipe my face, she’s leaning into me, her mouth on mine. Her tongue slides over my bottom lip, and my cock instantly hardens, knocking the bag of popcorn to the floor. It spills, but I don’t give a shit. No, all I care about is getting my hands on Alyson. I shift, take her face in my palms, and deepen the kiss.
The movie lights up the big screen, but we’re not paying attention. Nope, the only thing I want to watch is Alyson bobbing up and down on my lap as I fill her sweet, soft body with my hard-as-steel cock.
“I want you naked,” I say into her mouth, and when I shift the drink in the console, it spills over my thickening dick.
“Oh, shit,” I say and Alyson glances down to see the wet spot spreading in the front of my jeans.
Alyson tries to smother a laugh. “Wow, you really do have a thing for drive-ins.”
