She didn’t say no

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The dim lights of the cinema flicker across their faces as the movie plays, ignored. He shifts closer, his thigh pressing against hers.

ACTOR1: Um… could you maybe… not?

ACTOR2: Relax, it’s just a movie. Your brother said you’d be fun.

NARRATOR: His hand slides up her thigh, fingers brushing the hem of her skirt. She stiffens but doesn’t push him away.

ACTOR2: You’re so fucking tense. Let me help.

NARRATOR: His fingers slip under her panties, finding her clit already, rubbing slow circles. She bites her lip.

ACTOR1: I—I didn’t say you could—

ACTOR2: But you’re not saying no, either.

NARRATOR: His other hand unzips his jeans, freeing his thick cock. He pushes her panties aside, guiding her hand onto his shaft.

ACTOR1: I don’t—we shouldn’t—

ACTOR2: Shhh, just stroke it. Fuck, your hands are perfect.

NARRATOR: She hesitates but moves her fingers, and he groans, grinding against her. His fingers thrust into her pussy, wetness betraying her body’s response.

ACTOR2: See? You want it.

NARRATOR: He pulls her onto his lap, yanking her skirt up. She gasps as he pushes inside her bare pussy, not bothering with the condom she demanded.

ACTOR1: Wait—you said you’d—

ACTOR2: Too late now.

NARRATOR: He fucks her hard, his grip tight on her hips. She whimpers, torn between protest and pleasure as he fills her up, his cum dripping down her thighs.

ACTOR2: Told you you’d like it.

NARRATOR: The credits roll as she catches her breath, dazed, his smirk dark with satisfaction.