When I graduated from law school last year, I had little time to celebrate; the plight of studying for not one, but two different state bar exams loomed over the entire summer.

Pretty much the day after commencement, I prepared to kiss my fledgling social life goodbye. It was just as well, since my friends were all married and barely available anyway. 

But of course, everyone needs a break sometimes — and when I needed the occasional flight of fancy, I’d find myself going to this small local movie theater. It’s one of those single-screen movie theaters with gas lantern lights and ambience that you don’t get at a corporate megaplex with stadium seating and surround sound. This hidden gem in my neighborhood showed new releases but also did classic and indie films, too, so I could always rationalize hitting up a matinee or a late-night show.

In no time, I became a regular and started to get to know the people working there. But there was one girl who seemed to completely elude familiarity. For the longest time, I only knew her as “Popcorn Girl,” because she worked behind the concession stand. However, that nickname belittles the fact that she was absolutely gorgeous. She had long dark hair and light blue eyes — and a propensity for wearing tight little tops with plunging necklines that showed off her ample bust.

I tried not to stare, but watching her pendulous tits move around as she scooped popcorn and bent down to retrieve candy from the case gave me serious wood. Sometimes I would find myself going to the movies just to see her — and then I’d rush home to jerk off, thinking about what it would be like to fuck her while her tits flopped all around.

At first, I tried to be friendly and flirt, but Popcorn Girl was always aloof, maybe even abrupt. I figured maybe she had a boyfriend, or maybe she just got hit on a lot.  Still, even if I could only admire her from afar, I reasoned that the fantasies she aroused made it all worthwhile. I had broken up with my longtime girlfriend a month before graduation, and there was no way I wanted the drama of trying to date while studying for the bar exam, so fantasies were all I had at the time.

Fast-forward to Memorial Day weekend. I ducked into the theater for a midnight horror movie — the opening selection of what they called the “Summer Scream” series. I went to the concession stand for my usual treats. However, Popcorn Girl was in the back, and while her male coworker waited on me, I watched as she bent over and opened up a box filled with paper soda cups. My eyes honed in immediately on the curves of her ass in skinny jeans, and I would have done anything to peel them down and fuck her right then and there.

“Hey — man, you OK?” The other cashier snapped me back to reality.

“Sorry.” I chuckled. “What do I owe you?”

“$11.49.”

I handed the guy my debit card and looked down at my feet, trying to get a grip. I didn’t want to walk through the lobby with an erection.

“OK, here you go.” When I looked up to collect my popcorn and soda, I saw Popcorn Girl was glancing over her shoulder at me. She raised her eyebrows a bit and then went back to her box and wiggled her ass enticingly, as if she’d read my mind.

I was so flustered that I forgot to take back my debit card and left it on the counter — but as they say sometimes, everything happens for a reason. I decided to sit up in the balcony and just enjoy a dark corner to myself and my poor semi-stiff cock.

With no one around me and the previews just starting, I stretched out and settled in. Maybe a dozen other people were down in the main auditorium tonight, but otherwise the theater was blissfully under-crowded.

I closed my eyes as bar exam problems and the sight of that sweet juicy ass competed for my mental energy. I might’ve even drifted off a little, because the next thing I knew, I felt a hand on my shoulder: “Hey — you left this.”

I recognized the voice, but I didn’t believe it. I thought maybe I was dreaming, but then I opened my eyes and saw nothing but a wall of beautiful, buxom cleavage in front of me.

Popcorn Girl cleared her throat and dangled my debit card in front of her tits. “Unless you don’t want it?”

“Oh my God,” I sputtered, with part relief and part unbearable sexual tension. “I am such an idiot.” I looked up into her eyes. “Thank you so much — I — uh — ” 

“It’s no trouble,” Popcorn Girl replied.

“I really appreciate it.” Our hands touched as I took my debit card back, and as if by magic, the ice melted.

“Well,” she said, leaning in closer, “I guess it’s only fair that I should assume some of the responsibility for your — forgetfulness.” And then, for the first time ever, Popcorn Girl smiled at me.

My mouth opened in surprise and I awkwardly smiled back. “Uh, well, thank you — again.” The jig was up for sure, but I still tried to play it cool. “I’m Kevin, by the way.”

“Angela,” she said, offering me her hand.

With nothing to lose in that moment, I made my move. “So, do you have to go back downstairs, or can you hang out?”

“I’m on a break, as it happens.” Angela slid into the seat next to mine.

“Cool,” I said. I was totally stoked, but not expecting more than maybe getting to finally talk to her.

“Cool? Is that all?” Angela smirked at me.

“I don’t understand.”

“Look, Kevin, I know for a fact you’ve been checking me out all this time.” Angela ran her fingers through her hair.

“Well, yes,” I nodded. “Guilty as charged.”

“And unless I miss my guess, you don’t really care about seeing this movie.” She leaned in and looked at me expectantly.

“You’re right,” I said, pulling her close. “I really couldn’t care less.”

We started to kiss, and things quickly escalated. I inhaled sharply, feeling her hand go right to my bulge.

“Ooh, I’ve been wondering if you had a big one,” Angela whispered.

“Have you, now?” I asked, copping a feel around her magnificent melons, which were soft and natural.

She giggled and gently squeezed my straining dick.

I couldn’t believe my dumb luck or whatever sweet providence this was. As I reached under her shirt, Angela unzipped my jeans and slipped her hand inside my boxers.

The warmth of our aroused bodies in the theater’s cool air-conditioning made the sensations even more intense.

I groaned as she pulled away, but it was only for a moment.

Angela got out of her seat and then down on her knees in front of me. “And now, for your feature presentation,” she teased.

My smile quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as she traced a slow circle around the head of my dick. “Oh, my God.”

Still keeping her eyes on me, Angela licked her bottom lip and then proceeded to take the entire head in her mouth and suck me while her free hand stroked my shaft.

My breath grew ragged as she swallowed down more and more of my length, bobbing up and down my shaft like it was her last meal.

I reached down and tried to help hold her hair back, reveling in the sight of her sucking and gagging.

And that’s when she released me from her mouth and gave me an impish grin. She took off her top and bra, and I almost died and went to heaven when I saw her tits. She had huge pink nipples, which stood at attention owing to both arousal and the cold theater.

“Wow,” I blurted out.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Angela giggled. “Thank you.”

She proceeded to sandwich my stiff and slippery shaft between her tits while keeping her mouth on the head of my dick. The friction and heat of her soft breasts combined with oral was out of this world.

Cupping the sides of her breasts, Angela kept bobbing up and down, sucking on me so hard that I could hear it over the movie. It didn’t take long for her to lead me right to the edge.

“Oh — fuck — I’m gonna come all over your tits,” I groaned.

Angela pulled away but kept her hand on me. “Oh, no you aren’t — ”

She stood up and unzipped her jeans, peeling those and her little pink thong right off in front of me. She had a little trimmed triangle of pubic hair but was otherwise shaved. And as she touched herself in front of me, I could see she was soaked and ready to go.

I helped Angela climb into my lap, where she impaled herself on my waiting dick.

With the movie blaring away on the big screen, Angela rode me in the discreet corner of the upper balcony. And with her tits flopping all around my face, it was definitely a fantasy come to life, but even better.

Angela and I stifled our moans by kissing each other as we went at it. I reached around and squeezed her sweet round ass cheek, pulling her closer and closer to me.

As she tilted her pelvis to meet my thrusts, Angela balanced on the nearby chairs and leaned backward a little so her tits bounced and flopped all over the place as my thrusts grew more intense.

“Are you going to come for me?” I asked, reaching down to rub her clit.

“Oooh, yes!” Angela bit her lip and closed her eyes.

I pulled her back up into a close embrace and muffled her sweet screams of ecstasy with another kiss as I felt my own load release deep inside of her.

“Oh, my God,” Angela panted.

“Aren’t you glad you finally talked to me?” I said.

She giggled a bit and dismounted from my spent cock. She slipped back on her panties and the rest of her clothes. “Enjoy the rest of the show.”

“Hey — can I at least get your number?”

“You already have it. Look on the bottom of your cup, silly.” Angela winked.

For the rest of the summer, whenever I had time to take a study break, you’re damn right I went to the movies! As to how many of them I actually saw, well — that would be zero. But besides managing to pass both bar exams in July, my greatest accomplishment from that summer is that Angela and I went from “coming attractions” to a “feature presentation” of our own making that keeps on playing.