You Help Me ANd I'll Help You


Eighteen-year-old Katie felt excited as the car rolled 
to a stop in front of the theater. It was a feeling of 
anticipation, of curiosity and of sensual awareness. The 
building was very old and stately in appearance. The 
outside walls had an eerie pale whiteness to them from 
the art-deco marquee that blinked on and off in a steady 
rhythm. She took the arm of her gray-haired escort as 
they approached the ticket booth. His strong, muscular 
forearm was reassuring. She squeezed it, feeling the 
erotic anticipation of their adventure begin to build. 

She had met the older man while working at Starbucks. He 
visited her every morning and their conversations had 
eventually included adult theaters. He had explained that 
he had once been an adult movie critic. Fascinated, she 
had told him she had never seen one, and asked him to 
take her to her first.  Now as they approached the 
entrance to the theater, Katie was all pins-and-needles 
in excitement. 
 
The wind shifted and she caught a faint scent of his 
cologne through the warm midsummer night air. It 
heightened her feeling of physical excitement. The woman 
in the ticket window looked at the older man and 
addressed him by name. 

"Evening Allen, long time no see." She said to him. 

"Good evening Velma. It's good to see you too." He 
answered with a warm voice.  

"Still hitting the shows?" Velma added with a short 
chuckle. 

"As long as I have breath to moan with." Allen answered. 

The woman within the ticket boot smiled at Katie as he 
paid their admission. Katie offered her driver's 
license to the woman for proof of age. Even though she 
was eighteen, Katie still had the soft features of a 
young girl. 

"Oh that's OK." Said the woman, waiving off the license.  
"If you're with Allen, everything is legal. Now you two 
enjoy yourselves." Velma said sliding the tickets 
through the small opening in the glass. With tickets in 
hand, Katie and Allen entered the theater and moved into 
the dark, velvet rich lobby. 

To Katie's right, from just beyond a set of large 
heavy wooden doors, she could hear the distant sounds of 
the movie. Although faint, a repetitive melody caught her 
attention. She strained to hear more, but could not. Allen 
took her hand and led her towards the left. Turning a 
corner, Katie saw a flight of stairs that were almost 
hidden in the dim light of the lobby. They lead up into a 
dimly blue-lit corridor that continued on into shadow. 
The first step was blocked off with a tattered gold 
velvet rope. Katie knew she had wanted to do this, but 
the sudden presence of a barrier and the possibility of 
being caught gave her an instant of hesitation. Her date 
sensed this and turned to face her. Allen looked into her 
eyes and brought his face close to her, softly kissing 
her lips. That was all it took. 

Silently they crossed over the rope and moved up 
into the blue darkness of the stairway. 

At the landing, the corridor led to a second set of 
double doors that opened onto a balcony. Although hidden 
from the rows of seats arrayed below them, the balcony 
overlooked the theater and provided a level view of the 
oversized screen. 

Katie refrained from looking at the movie and kept 
her eyes to the floor, following his lead through a row 
of seats and up into a small area that had a thickly 
cushioned love seat. This area had been a private booth 
when the theater offered stage shows and early 
Vaudeville. Now it was never used, to save cleaning 
costs.  

The sound of soft but rapid breathing was coming from 
the screen. A melodic underscore of synthesized music 
provided a mesmerizing, but soothing effect. They sat 
close to each other on the sofa and Katie looked up for 
the first time to the screen. The sight took her breath 
away.

On the screen, a woman with short blond hair was 
reclined on an overstuffed sofa. She seemed to be very 
excited. She softly ran her fingertips over her hard 
sensitive nipples, stopping occasionally to pinch the 
very tip of the nipple. Her left leg was raised slightly 
across the arm of the sofa, allowing an open view of her 
white cotton panties. Obviously, she was not really 
acting, as the wetness of her excitement had already 
seeped through, staining the white cotton cloth. The 
fingers of an unseen man glistened with her moisture as 
they brushed slowly back and forth between her parted 
thighs. His fingers slid beneath the fabric, causing the 
woman's hips to rise up and meet his touch. The scene was 
extremely sensual, and the sighs drawn forth from the 
woman were real. She took his hand and began to rub his 
fingers up and down the wet crotch of her panties.  

Katie was spellbound. This was the first adult movie 
she had ever seen. Although she had imagined what she 
would be seeing, the erotic effect it was having on her 
was beyond her expectation. The loose fitting blouse and 
long pleated skirt she wore shifted slightly as she 
unconsciously repositioned herself. The feeling of 
excitement, like the anticipation of a roller coaster 
ride was growing in her lower abdomen. It was a feeling 
she was familiar with but caused her great excitement 
every time she felt it. She could feel her own passion 
build like that of the woman on the screen.  

Back up on the screen, the camera closed slowly to the 
woman's parted thighs as the man's fingers pulled the 
fabric of the panties aside. A gasp of delight sighed 
from the celluloid woman as she again raised her hips to 
meet his long slender fingers. He ran the finger over the 
wet joining and brought some fluid to her clitoris. She 
moaned as he flicked his fingertip across her clitoris. 
The moans grew louder as his mouth moved to within an 
inch of her exposed pussy. He parted her soft skin and 
gently blew his hot breath upon her. He then allowed the 
tip of his tongue to touch the pink wet skin, gliding 
gently over her and traveling deep within her. Again, she 
let go her cries of enjoyment.   

In the theater, Katie was lost to the passion 
from the screen. Although she could only see the back of 
his head, she imagined the sensation of the actor's wet 
tongue as it glided in and out of the woman in the movie. 
In her seat, her own passion began to take command of her 
actions. The need to be touched became overwhelming. She 
looked over to Allen, sitting close beside her. She 
noticed that his eyes were fixed to the screen. Looking 
down, she could see the effect it was having on him. Even 
in the pale light of the theater, the shadowed bulge of 
his hardening cock was noticeable. Realizing he would 
eventually see her, and hoping he would understand her 
need, she began to touch herself. 

Katie brought her hand up to her blouse and ran it 
over her braless breast. Through the soft cotton fabric, 
she caressed her nipple. The friction sent a wave of 
desire through her. She closed her fingers about its 
thickness and gently squeezed and pulled, making herself 
moan slightly. From the corner of her eyes, she saw her 
companion's attention move from the screen to her. She 
began to shift in her seat, allowing her legs to 
eventually come to rest slightly apart. Turning her gaze 
to him, she looked deeply into his eyes. He returned the 
look and silently expressed his understanding. Then they 
both returned their attention to the screen. 
     
The woman on the screen had surrendered her panties 
and was now naked, enjoying the attention of the long 
finger within her, and the slow gentle tongue caressing 
her clitoris. Her lover brought his finger out and ran it 
lightly across the sensitive area between her pussy and 
her anus. She jumped slightly. He did it again and the 
woman sighed, moving her hips toward him on the couch, 
trying to rub herself against his hand.  

It became obvious she was reaching an orgasm as her 
hips moved faster against the exciting touch. He slid a 
second finger within her and began to slide them in and 
out, moving faster as she pushed against him. He firmly 
pressed his fingers deep within her, moving them against 
the warm slippery walls of her pussy. The forefinger of 
his left-hand rested against her clitoris, making the 
motion of her hips provide the friction she sought. 
     
Watching intently, Katie opened her legs slightly 
and raised her skirt. Although she was concentrating on 
the screen, she did not flinch when she felt the fingers 
of her partner's hand move gently onto her lower thigh. 
Hidden in the privacy of their balcony, she slid lower in 
the seat and raised both legs. She unbuttoned her blouse 
and ran her hands over the soft skin of her breasts, 
again gently pinching the tips of her nipples. Allen began 
sliding his fingers ever so slowly up the softness of her 
leg until it rested on the meeting of her thighs. The 
crotch of her panties was very wet with the passion that 
seeped from within her. His fingers pushed the fabric 
between the tender lips of her pussy, making her squirm 
and moan. The silken smoothness of the fabric, mixed with 
the fluid, teased her clitoris until she felt the 
beginnings of a minor orgasm. She gasped as a shudder ran 
through her body. He rubbed his fingertips gently but 
firmly up and down, and she joined in the movement, 
raising her hips to meet his touch.  

Allen's fingers began to imitate those on the screen 
as he slid the tips past the fabric of her panties and 
into her open pussy. Two fingers made their way deeper 
and began to wiggle against the tender walls of her 
pussy. He suddenly withdrew his fingers and she looked up 
at him, questioning him with her eyes. He smiled and 
looked back reassuringly. He started to slide her panties 
off. Understanding his actions, Katie raised her hips, 
helping him with his task. When they were removed, he 
brought them to his mouth and deeply inhaled. The sweet 
musk of her passion and the tangy scent of her 
perspiration filled his senses with delight. Katie took 
the opportunity to reach over and open his pants. Allen 
rose slightly to allow them to be lowered. His strong 
cock stood up in the pale shadow of the theater. She 
reached over and slid her fingers up and down the skin. 
He sighed and opened his legs. She took the panties from 
his hand and wrapped them over the length of his cock. 
Then she began to slide the silken fabric up and down the 
shaft. His fingers returned to her open pussy. They both 
turned back, and continued to watch the passion on the 
screen. 
	
On the screen, the camera had pulled back to view 
both lovers. The man eased her down, lovingly, off the 
couch to where he lay prone on the thickly carpeted 
floor. She raised a leg and straddled him, lowering 
herself onto his hard cock. The camera closed to show the 
head glide gently into her wet opening. She rocked back 
and forth, her head thrown back in delight, as he pushed 
his hips up to keep the rhythm. The woman began to show 
signs of a second orgasm as he reached up and let his 
finger play against her clitoris. With a scream of 
delight, the woman on the screen shouted out that she was 
cumming. She shook her hips frantically, trying to get 
his cock deeper within her. He responded by thrusting 
upwards each time that she moved forward. The theater 
shook from her shouts of ecstasy. 
     
Katie could feel her own orgasm continue to build, 
and began to shudder and flinch as the tempo increased. 
Although she was so close, she could not take her eyes 
from the screen. Allen's sliding fingers had worked their 
magic well and was filling her, now three at a time. 
Katie frantically rubbed her fingers over her clitoris. 
The sensation was familiar, but fantastic nonetheless. At 
the same time, she started to stroke his cock faster and 
faster. He began to groan and thrust against her sliding 
hand. He grabbed her hand and worked the strokes with 
her. Together, they jerked him off. His cum began to 
shoot out as he groaned in delight. The thick milky 
spurts mixed with the wetness of her pale pink panties. 
Like the gentleman he was, he recovered quickly and then 
turned his full attention back to Katie. 
 
She grabbed Allen's hand and pushed harder against 
her pussy, trying to fill herself with his fingers. 
Understanding her need, he began to lightly scrape his 
fingernails quickly over the most sensitive spot within 
the front wall of her pussy. The unexpected sensation 
sent her into frenzy. Then, with his free second hand, he 
slid his little finger against the opening of her 
asshole. He gathered some wetness and slid the finger in 
and out, at the same speed as the fingers in her pussy.  

Katie's fingers continued to rub furiously against her 
clitoris as the relief began to wash over her. The moment 
had arrived. Her cum splashed out over his hands, sending 
rivulets of clear liquid down his wrist. The wave of 
ecstasy hit once, then again, and finally again until she 
could take it no more. She let out a long scream of 
delight while shaking happily from the sensations. The 
long squeal of delight filled the theater, bouncing off 
the walls and blending with the music from the screen. 
Down below, the other patrons listened to her cries of 
passion as they too invisibly stroked their cocks. 

Allen withdrew his fingers from within her and Katie 
remained motionless and spent, except for her own 
involuntary shudder. She had somehow timed her relief 
with the torrid scene on the screen.  

The experience had been as erotic as she had hoped it 
would be. And she hoped it would be again.