City Mouse in the Country by Little Robbie Chapter 4 When we got back to Ronnie’s house, Aunt Jeanine fixed us sandwiches for lunch, then we spent the afternoon doing chores in the gardens around the house. I really enjoyed working with Ronnie and my aunt and uncle in the bright sunshine and country air, and I particularly appreciated being allowed to wear underwear under my tee-shirt and shorts. At dinner, Ronnie announced that she and I would be attending the drive-in movie theatre, which took me by surprise because she hadn’t mentioned it to me. However, I was up for anything that didn’t involve embarrassing nudity! I had never been to a drive-in movie before, so I was getting excited as we prepared to go. Once again, Ronnie selected my wardrobe from her closet, and it was once again, potentially embarrassing. The top was a thin white spaghetti-string tank top that looked to be a little tight, and the bottoms were a pair of the shortest short-shorts I had ever seen, bright orange. And, once again, no bra and no undies. I sighed. Ronnie smiled, a bit condescendingly I thought. I shrugged resignedly and stripped down to my bare birthday suit, then stepped into the shorts and pulled them all the way up. Then I dropped the blouse down over my head and my boobs. I hesitatingly stepped over to look at myself in Ronnie’s full-length mirror. OMG! The top definitely clung to the nipples on my B-cup boobs, and it only came down to a few inches above the top of my shorts. The shorts rode high, only covering about half of my butt (which I was proud of, but not so much so that I’m okay with taking it out in public!). I finished by slipping on my flip-flops. I turned to Ronnie for inspection, and she definitely approved. “Look at you, you sexy thing! I had a hunch that you wanted to be the center of attention tonight in case we run into any cute boys.” I swallowed, then followed Ronnie down the stairs and out to her car. The first thing she did was put the convertible top down, smiling mischievously at me as she did it. This did not bode well. The drive-in was only a 15-minute drive, and we arrived about a half hour before the movie was to start. It was “Magic Mike” starring Channing Tatum – a fun and sexy movie about male strippers. I had watched it a few years earlier, so this must be a re-release. Ronnie parked one row in front of the concession stand. While we waited for the movie to start, Ronnie chatted me up about – guess what – boys and sex. She seemed to enjoy seeing me blush a little by asking me personal questions about my (pretty tame) sexual experiences. Then she said, “Movie’s gonna start in a few minutes, why don’t you grab us a couple of beers?” “Uh, sure. Be right back.” I got out and noticed that the drive-in had really filled up. It looked like more than half of the parking spaces were filled now. And because it was close to the movie starting, there were a lot of people headed to the concession stand like me. I had pretty much forgotten how scantily dressed I was until I overheard some comments from a group of boys behind me. “Oh man, that is one sweet ass.” “Yeah, and she’s not doing much to cover it.” I sped up and tried to ignore them, but I couldn’t help noticing a lot of other boys staring at me all the way to the concession stand. By the time I got the beers and walked back to the car, I was fully flushed from embarrassment. Ronnie gave me another slightly-evil grin as we settled in to watch the movie. About 30 minutes into the movie, and it’s starting to get pretty dark out. Ronnie leaned over and whispered, “Emma, sweetie, put your hands palms-down on the seat and sit on your hands.” I gave her a pleading look. No, no. Not here. And with the convertible top down, I was very exposed to anyone passing nearby. She just smiled. “Come on, you know you want to. You’ll like it.” I doubted it. But after returning my beer to the cup-holder, I complied. Ronnie reached over with her right hand and unbuttoned the waistband of my shorts, then she proceeded to tug the zipper down all the way. She whispered, “Slide your hands and your butt forward a bit.” I was beginning to get the drift of her evil plan, but I knew there was no use refusing. I slid forward as ordered, and in doing so exposed most of my pubic mound. Ronnie teased, “Ah, feel that nice cool breeze.” I ignored that one, and the two of us went back to watching the movie. Just about the time Channing Tatum was taking his clothes off, I felt the fingers of Ronnie’s right hand searching their way along my waist. My eyes instantly popped full open, and I quickly looked at her. She was smiling, seeming to be intently watching the movie. Her fingers slowly continued down below my waistline, lightly tickling me. I started pulling my left hand out from under my butt, but Ronnie was way ahead of me. “Uh, uh, uh! You leave those hands where they are, sweetie.” I took a big breath. Ronnie’s right hand flattened out on my pubic mound, then slid completely under the fabric of my shorts with my zipper fully open. I felt her middle finger slide easily – and noisily! – in between my labia, making me aware of how wet I had become, between having my shorts undone and Channing Tatum ripping off his pants. Ronnie’s middle finger easily found its way to my clitoris and began slowly circling it. I groaned – a little too loudly – and heard Ronnie chuckle. “Good movie, don’t you think, Emma?” “Um, yeah, Ronnie, it’s – um – v-v-very good.” Ronnie’s middle finger continued to probe my clitoris, and I started feeling a bit turned-on. I had never been touched down there by anyone else, so this was a very new feeling for me. I could sense my breathing speeding up, and I subconsciously parted my legs a little. Then she suddenly pulled her hand out. “Emma, I have a dare for you, so pay attention.” My eyes popped open, and I started to say, “No, Ronnie, not here…” “Yes here, now listen. First, take off your shoes and leave them here in the car. Then you are going to walk over to the restrooms, which are next to the concession stand. Go into the MEN’S toilet and walk into one of the stalls. I don’t care whether there are other guys in there or not, just ignore them. Once you latch the door, strip naked and hang your clothes on the hook on the back of the door. Then sit on the toilet, splay your legs as far apart as you can, and finger yourself. Use one hand on your pussy and one hand on your nipples, and work yourself up until you’re about to have an orgasm, but stop just before you cum. Then take a closeup photo of your pussy showing how wet you are, and send it to me. If I think you’re wet enough, I’ll text you back to get dressed and return to the car. If not, you’ll have to stay in the men’s toilet fingering yourself until you pass the wetness test. But NO CUMMING, got it, Emma?” My head was exploding. I don’t think I can do this. I can’t do this. “Ronnie, no. I can’t. I mean…” “Um, excuse me, cuz. Did you say you WANT me to show your jacking-off-Noah video to our parents and…” “WAIT!. Just wait!” I did not want to do this. But somehow I DID want to do this. “Emma! Got it?” Without answering, I removed my shoes, then I opened my door and stepped out of the car. I started to walk toward the restrooms when I heard, “Um, Emma. You might want to zip up…” OMG, I still had my zipper down! Red-faced, I pulled it up and buttoned the waist, then continued toward the restrooms, totally in a daze. Was I really doing this?