Truthful Teasing: Date Night at the Movie Theater

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Stacy and John were standing in line for one of the big horror releases of the year. They were both getting their Master's degrees in Computer Science at the same university, though you wouldn't know it looking at them. In spite of being 22 years old, Stacy was regularly mistaken for much younger. Standing at a height of 4 foot 11 inches, it wasn't hard to see why. Her relative lack of womanly curves didn't help matters - she had never had to wear a bra, and her derriere left much to be desired.

John loved her for her personality though - Stacy was his best friend. She was the smartest woman he had ever met, and he doubted if he could have passed a few of his tougher classes without her. Plus, they both loved all things sci fi and horror.

Still, it frustrated her that she would sometimes be given a kids menu when eating out, or carded at bars whenever she was buying alcohol, when John was starting to get to the point where he could get away without that inconvenience.

However, as they were standing there in line, holding hands, Stacy had a fun idea to embarrass John. It was the first time she had ever thought to use her issues to her advantage for a little prank.

"I'm so excited for my 13th birthday today!" Stacy said in a cutesy high pitched voice. "Thanks for taking me to see this movie, mister. I can't wait to give you the kisses n' things you asked for in return!"

John looked surprised and let go of her hand. He looked around and saw some of the other teenagers and college students around them giving him a strange look. He tried to speak up in his defense.

"She's not- I'm not-"

He didn't know what to say.

Stacy loved how flustered he was.

But then a chill passed over both of them, and it felt like the universe disappeared and reasserted itself in an instant.

Stacy was no longer smiling playfully. She was feeling super nervous. John made her feel like nobody ever had before. He was so old, and mature. And against all odds, he had taken an interest in her. A curveless 13 year old.

Thirteen? It didn't sound right to Stacy. She was twenty- twenty-two? And getting a Master's degree.

But the longer she thought that the more wrong it sounded. A Master's degree? She wasn't even in high school yet! She didn't know how to do advanced math, or the first thing about computers really. She tended to favor using her smart phone to doing anything on a computer.

No, she was an eighth grader, a naive 12-year old (13 today!) who still had so much to learn about the world. She blushed as she looked at John.

She remembered when he had walked up to her at the park, and told her how pretty she was. They had gotten to talking, and it was clear that he was interested in her. She tried to sound smart - she was the top of her class - but mostly she came off as young and naive. But her youth, her inexperience didn't repel him - it seemed to excite him.

When her mom had come back from her jog, John had disappeared, but not before connecting with her on snap chat.

Stacy was smitten in that way that only a first crush can. The next day at school, she distractedly wrote John's name over and over again in her notebook. And she daydreamed of being John's girlfriend. Of him telling her how mature she was.

When she had mentioned that her birthday was coming up, he had expressed his excitement and offered to take her to an adult movie as a treat. He had also asked for something in exchange.

Stacy had been so excited. She lied to her parents about doing a sleep over with her friends, and John had whisked her away.

The people around them were staring at them, clearly wondering what to make of Stacy's overexuberant exclamation.

John, though, John showed his maturity by quickly smiling at the people around him.

With a shrug he said to their audience, "She's 22. We go to college together, my girlfriend is just being an idiot."

The emphasis he added at the end made Stacy realized she had messed up. Other people weren't supposed to know that a cool older guy like him was with a young girl like her. Which was so stupid! She was mature. She was way more mature than her stupid classmates. She was smart enough to know what she was getting herself into.

The people in line around them seemed to begrudgingly accept this explanation, although a few people kept glancing at Stacy and couldn't help but wonder if John was telling the truth.

When the couple got to the front of the line, the ticket seller demanded to see and id, because they couldn't let a kid into an R rated movie.

Stacy did her best to act like she was mature, college-aged woman who always had to deal with this kind of thing. She made a show of sighing, and pulled the fake id that John had bought for her out of her little pink purse.

The ticket seller seemed to look at the age line of her id dubiously, but then she handed it back to Stacy and gave John the tickets he had paid for. The id seemed to have eased the minds of the people behind them, and they were soon going into the theater.

Stacy's face lit up when she saw the candy, but she tried to hide her excitement a moment later. She needed John to think she was mature. However, seeming to read her mind he bought exactly the candy she wanted.

Was this love? John seemed to be made for her.

The got into the theater, and after a lot of previews the movie started.

Stacy had never seen a horror movie before - her parents were super strict about the movies and shows she watched - so when the tension started to rise, she found herself unconsciously holding John's hand for support and cuddling up to him for protection. Knowing a big, strong older man would defend her if the monsters somehow came out of the screen put her heart at ease.

She screamed a few times, and this struck her as odd the first time it happened. She loved horror movies - Stacy and John had gone on so many dates to the movies. But she brushed these thoughts aside. This was obviously the first time she had ever been to an R-rated movie.

After the movie, she held John's hands tightly and hoped she wouldn't have nightmares. But a tiny part of her brain was thinking forward to when they got to his house. He had asked her to do some stuff in return for this little theater outing. Adult stuff. And she was mature - she assured herself of that, but she was still so nervous.

When they got to his house, John pulled out a bag of clothes he had bought.

"I hope they fit, I guessed on what your size was."

Stacy took the bag, trying to steady her trembling hands and uneven heartbeats. The anticipation was crazy.

She opened the bag, and there was make up and a very tiny skirt and top. She smiled at him.

"Wow! Thank you," she said. "Do you have somewhere to change?"

It was a silly reluctance on her part, a delaying tactic. She planned to do so much more with him, to show him just how grown up she was, but she didn't feel like she could show him everything just yet.

He smiled at her nervousness, and pointed to the bathroom. She walked to it and closed the door behind her.

She took a few deep breaths, before she decided to put the outfit he had gotten her on. She was surprised when she pulled out the shirt, and saw a bra and panties that she hadn't noticed before.

Stacy smiled. She took off her clothing, and looked at her lithe body in the mirror. The only part of her that felt adult was her peachfuzz-covered pussy. Was it possible John could desire her with a body like this - so young? Trembling and inexperienced?

There was only one way to find out.

She put on the bra and panties. Already she was feeling so sexy. So adult.

Then she pulled on the tiny top and skirt he had gotten her. The outfit showed off so much of her skin.

Stacy started to apply the make up. She didn't have a ton of experience with this, but she wanted to make herself look older. More appealing for John.

Finally, she was ready. She walked out to him.

When she felt his eyes roam greedily over her body, she knew he liked what he was seeing. It was strange, to feel desired. To be wanted. Stacy felt a warmth and wetness between her legs. She felt a longing looking at John.

He pulled off his pants, and Stacy gasped. She had never seen a boy's... thingy before! But then she mentally chided herself. She was a mature woman, wanted by a mature man - it was his cock. His cock, she told herself.

Still though, it was magnificent. So thick and long that she was sure he would destroy her. Split her in half.

He guided her to the bed, and started tearing off her clothes. He licked his lips when he got down to her bra and panties.

"Wow, you're dripping wet," he observed touching the outside of her panties, and awakening strange feelings with his touch.

"Yes, I'm so-" it was the first time Stacy was saying this word aloud, "I'm so horny! Please, uh, pleas fuck me!" she said uncertainly.

John grinned. He got on top of her, straddling her. He felt so big, like a giant. Not just his cock, but having the body of this adult man on top of her - it was filling her with a potent brew of emotions. Fear, desire, love, trust.

Finally, he entered her. Contrary to her expectations, her tiny body was not split into a million pieces. Instead, her mind was split into a million pieces as every nerve in her body fired a signal of pleasure to her. He fucked her, and finally Stacy knew what it was like to be an adult. To be a woman.

John taught her everything she needed to know. Everything worth knowing. As he thrust again and again, the pressure built up for Stacy. She was moving on instinct now, moving her hips and matching his thrusts with movements on her own. It was a pleasure greater than Stacy had ever imagined.

Then something happened that Stacy could not have prepared for if she had had a thousand years. An earth shattering orgasm wracked her body and emptied her mind of anything but pure hedonistic pleasure. In that moment, John and her were one. One carnal, sweating, panting creature with two backs.

It wasn't long after that he came inside of her. White sticky liquid pumped into her, and she felt a joy and contentment she had never felt. This is what she existed for - to fuck and be fucked by John.

It was the best 13th birthday ever.