There are some kinks that I can’t personally cater to, but that I know a lot of you would enjoy reading about. And, as I am proud to have a larger-than-average number of readers who identify as Massive Nerds, I think Star Trek might be one of them. Today’s guest blogger Adeline Panamaroff offered an extract from a short story about a hot date at the cinema. It’s from a longer piece entitled ‘Breaking Through Nurture To True Nature’ and not only did it press my nostalgic getting-touched-up-in-front-of-a-film buttons, and some buttons that I know will be hot for you to have pressed if you like casual sex and interactions with near-strangers, it also happened to revolve around a Star Trek showing. So, nerds: you’re very welcome. Enjoy this sexy short story!
Note: this story is fiction. In real life you should always be careful, when playing sexually, to ensure you have the consent of those around you. Springing sex on people by surprise is unethical and sometimes pretty traumatic. It is more than possible to enjoy things in fantasy without putting anyone at risk in real life.
Humiliated at the Star Trek screening
As Juniper walked up the ramp to the entrance she craned her neck to see if he was there. The guy who’d told her he’d meet her at the Star Trek movie marathon. The one who she’d met a few days before, who made her heart go doki doki. The guy whose name she still didn’t know.
All she could see was a stream of people lined up, some cosplaying as Star Fleet officers, even one short girl dressed as an Orion slave girl, chain around her neck and pulled along by her boyfriend who held the other end.
As she joined the queue, she looked up and down the line for a familiar face. Then her eyes wandered to the side of the hall. There he was, lounging on one of the sofas near the doors. He was intent on ogling the Orion girl. As she passed into the theatre and out of sight, he looked further down the line. When he saw Juniper, she waved at him, not knowing how to feel about his open stare at the other woman, though something like jealousy was growing in her stomach. She wanted him all for herself.
Standing up to meet her as the line advanced, he said, “You made it! Great. I got the tickets earlier. Here’s yours. Do you want to hit the concession before we get our seats?”
Taking the ticket, Juniper’s stomach growled again, as the smell of buttery popcorn wafted from the interior of the theatre.
Smiling, he said, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Loaded down with a bag of popcorn, a large root beer and a bundle of twizzlers, he led her into the theatre. Without asking her preference, he took Juniper’s elbow and steered her to the back row of seats, settling her into the center, right under the projector room window.
“There. Nice and comfy? Hope so.”
Looking around, Juniper noted that there was a good turn out, nearly half the seats were occupied, though most of the audience was bunched up in the front rows, leaving the two of them isolated several rows back.
“Did you see the cleavage on that Orion girl?” He whispered into her ear, over her armfuls of movie food. “It looked like her titties were about to pop out of her top. You would look great in something like that. Maybe a tight Klingon female number, or even better, a Ferengi female, with just a gold chain around your neck!”
Staring at him over the bag of popcorn, Juniper was stunned excited by what she heard. A mixture of nerves, the thrill of possibility and anticipation of the unknown mixed in her stomach.
As the lights lowered, she tried to calm down with sips of soda and handfuls of salty puffed corn.
The opening credits had hardly rolled past the screen and the long shot of the Enterprise was running through its courses, when Juniper bent down to put her popcorn bag on the floor so that she could have two hands free to open the package of twizzlers.
As she was leaning back up, she felt a hand snake under her shirt from behind, and then a loosening of her bra as the hooks were released from their eyes.
Startled, as she turned to her as-yet-nameless date, she felt his hands slip under the cups and give her breasts a hard squeeze.
She inhaled sharply, and made a soft squeak when she felt a hand cover her mouth with a gentle hand.
“You need to keep it down, or the others will know what we are doing back here. Do you want that kind of attention?” he breathed into her ear.
His hot breath against her skin, and his hand busy pinching one of her nipples stirred something in Juniper that hadn’t awoken before. A feeling in her belly started to bloom and moved down to make her groan, as the man started to unbutton her jeans and slip a hand past her panties.
She dropped her bag of twizzlers as the command crew were introduced on the bridge of the Enterprise, and flung her arms around his neck. He pressed his lips to hers to keep her moans from being heard over the soundtrack of the movie.
Her small bra had come off under her loose sweatshirt and was on the sticky floor next to the popcorn bag, kicked over when she tried to get within better reach of his hands, which were working some unknown physical magic on the least explored areas of her body.
His attention remained mostly on her tits and crotch, which was now fully exposed, her jeans bunched around her knees as he fingered her clit and kept her mouth covered with his own. She thrust her hips up off the seat as he made her orgasm – as quietly as she could – against the sounds of space battle.
“You really want to scream out don’t you? Are you a squeaky bird? What if someone were to find you like this? What would you do? I think you’re a slut and don’t want to admit it,” he breathed into her ear as she came down off her sudden and surprising climax.
“No! I don’t know what you mean.”
“Maybe not, but your body sure does. It seems sex starved. My name’s Jonathan, by the way.”
“Jonathan! What just happened? I don’t know why my body reacted that way.”
“Really? You’ve never come like that before? This could be more fun than I thought. You might want to cover up soon. The scene where Spock is in the engine room is coming up, and it is quite bright. Don’t want to blind everyone with the glow of your white tits.”
Fully coming out of her post-euphoric glow, Juniper looked down at herself, naked from breast to knees. Shame washed over her. She yanked her shirt down over her belly and tried to wedge her jeans back up over her butt, while sitting down. By the time Spock locked himself in the engineering room, she had succeeded in zipping and buttoning her pants.
Feeling unnaturally loose and free she touched her breasts through her shirt and found no trace of her bra. She bent over again, searching the dark floor beneath her chair for the garment.
“Looking for this?” Jonathan whispered.
Looking up she saw him dangle the sensible cotton bra from one strap. She held out her hand for it and he yanked it out of her reach.
“No, no, little bird. You don’t get this back until you do something for me,” he said, stuffing it into his jacket pocket.
“After this movie you have to walk out of the theatre, no bra, and make a full circuit of the Arts Building while I get to watch from behind.”
“But that would be humiliating!”
“That’s the point.”