moving.
He caught up with Roy, and a few minutes later they reached the slope behind and above the Fairmont. They descended halfway down the hill and sat on the ground, side by side in the dark.
Below them, the parked cars in the bowl of the drive-in pointed westward. The movie screen faced them, and beyond lay the main highway to Santa Leona.
On the giant screen a man and a woman were walking on the beach at sunset. Although there was no speaker on the hillside and therefore no sound, Colin could see from the close-ups that the actors were talking animatedly, and he wished he could read lips.
After a while Colin said, “I’m beginning to think this was a dumb idea—coming all the way out here to see a movie we can’t even hear.”
“You don’t need to hear this one,” Roy said.
“If we can’t hear it, how can we follow the plot?”
“People don’t go to the Fairmont for plot. All they want to see here is tits and ass.”
Colin gaped at Roy. “What are you talking about?”
“The Fairmont’s got a good location. No houses nearby. You can’t see the screen from the highway. So they play soft-core porn.”
“They play what?” Colin asked.
“Soft-core pom. Don’t you know what that is?”
“No.”
“You got a lot to learn, good buddy. Fortunately, you have a good teacher. Namely, me. It’s pornography. Dirty movies.”
“Y-you mean we’re going to see people... doing it?”
Roy grinned. His teeth and eyes caught the moonlight. “That’s what we’d see if this was hard-core,” Roy said. “But it’s only soft stuff.”
“Oh,” Colin said. He didn’t have the slightest idea what Roy meant.
“So all we get to see,” Roy explained, “is naked people pretending to do it.”
“They’re... really naked?”
“Sure.”
“Not completely naked.”
“Completely.”
“Not the girls.”
“Especially the girls,” Roy said. “Pay attention to the movie, dummy.”
Colin looked at the screen, afraid of what he might see.
The couple on the beach was kissing. Then the man stepped back, and the woman smiled, and she caressed herself, teasing him, and then she reached behind her back and unhooked the bikini top she was wearing and let it slide slowly down her arms, and suddenly her bare breasts bobbled into view, large and firm and upswept, jiggling deliciously, and the man touched them—
“Yeah, get her. Get her good,” Roy said.
—and the man stroked the breasts, squeezed them, and the woman closed her eyes and seemed to be sighing, and the man gently thumbed the swollen nipples.
Colin had never been so embarrassed in his life.
“What a set she’s got,” Roy said enthusiastically.
Colin wished he were somewhere else. Anywhere else. Even back with the bicycles, in the dark, alone.
“Doesn’t she have a terrific set?”
Colin wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.
“You like that set?”
Colin couldn’t speak.
“Like to suck on those?”
He wished Roy would shut up.
On the screen, the man bent down and sucked on the woman’s breasts.
“Like to smother yourself in those?”
Although the movie both shocked and embarrassed Colin, he couldn’t look away from it.
“Colin? Hey, Colin!”
“Huh?”
“What do you think?”
“Of what?”
“Her set.”
On the screen the man and the woman were running up the beach toward a grassy spot where they could lie down. Her breasts bounced and swung.
“Colin? You forget how to talk?”
“Why do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s more fun if we do. We don’t have any sound up here, so we can’t hear them talking about it.”
The couple had stretched out on the grass, and the man was kissing her breasts again.
“You like her knockers?”
“Jesus, Roy.”
“Do you?”
“I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Well, sure. They’re nice.”
“What kind of guy wouldn’t like that set?”
Colin didn’t respond.
“Maybe a queer wouldn’t like them,” Roy said.
“I like them,” Colin said
He caught up with Roy, and a few minutes later they reached the slope behind and above the Fairmont. They descended halfway down the hill and sat on the ground, side by side in the dark.
Below them, the parked cars in the bowl of the drive-in pointed westward. The movie screen faced them, and beyond lay the main highway to Santa Leona.
On the giant screen a man and a woman were walking on the beach at sunset. Although there was no speaker on the hillside and therefore no sound, Colin could see from the close-ups that the actors were talking animatedly, and he wished he could read lips.
After a while Colin said, “I’m beginning to think this was a dumb idea—coming all the way out here to see a movie we can’t even hear.”
“You don’t need to hear this one,” Roy said.
“If we can’t hear it, how can we follow the plot?”
“People don’t go to the Fairmont for plot. All they want to see here is tits and ass.”
Colin gaped at Roy. “What are you talking about?”
“The Fairmont’s got a good location. No houses nearby. You can’t see the screen from the highway. So they play soft-core porn.”
“They play what?” Colin asked.
“Soft-core pom. Don’t you know what that is?”
“No.”
“You got a lot to learn, good buddy. Fortunately, you have a good teacher. Namely, me. It’s pornography. Dirty movies.”
“Y-you mean we’re going to see people... doing it?”
Roy grinned. His teeth and eyes caught the moonlight. “That’s what we’d see if this was hard-core,” Roy said. “But it’s only soft stuff.”
“Oh,” Colin said. He didn’t have the slightest idea what Roy meant.
“So all we get to see,” Roy explained, “is naked people pretending to do it.”
“They’re... really naked?”
“Sure.”
“Not completely naked.”
“Completely.”
“Not the girls.”
“Especially the girls,” Roy said. “Pay attention to the movie, dummy.”
Colin looked at the screen, afraid of what he might see.
The couple on the beach was kissing. Then the man stepped back, and the woman smiled, and she caressed herself, teasing him, and then she reached behind her back and unhooked the bikini top she was wearing and let it slide slowly down her arms, and suddenly her bare breasts bobbled into view, large and firm and upswept, jiggling deliciously, and the man touched them—
“Yeah, get her. Get her good,” Roy said.
—and the man stroked the breasts, squeezed them, and the woman closed her eyes and seemed to be sighing, and the man gently thumbed the swollen nipples.
Colin had never been so embarrassed in his life.
“What a set she’s got,” Roy said enthusiastically.
Colin wished he were somewhere else. Anywhere else. Even back with the bicycles, in the dark, alone.
“Doesn’t she have a terrific set?”
Colin wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.
“You like that set?”
Colin couldn’t speak.
“Like to suck on those?”
He wished Roy would shut up.
On the screen, the man bent down and sucked on the woman’s breasts.
“Like to smother yourself in those?”
Although the movie both shocked and embarrassed Colin, he couldn’t look away from it.
“Colin? Hey, Colin!”
“Huh?”
“What do you think?”
“Of what?”
“Her set.”
On the screen the man and the woman were running up the beach toward a grassy spot where they could lie down. Her breasts bounced and swung.
“Colin? You forget how to talk?”
“Why do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s more fun if we do. We don’t have any sound up here, so we can’t hear them talking about it.”
The couple had stretched out on the grass, and the man was kissing her breasts again.
“You like her knockers?”
“Jesus, Roy.”
“Do you?”
“I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Well, sure. They’re nice.”
“What kind of guy wouldn’t like that set?”
Colin didn’t respond.
“Maybe a queer wouldn’t like them,” Roy said.
“I like them,” Colin said
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