Cindy is the 17 year old daughter of my best friends. I spend a lot of time at their house, mostly because they're my best friends, but partly because of Cindy. Every time I'm there, Cindy is dressed in outfits that accentuate her budding young body. She has C-cup boobs, a flat stomach, and a decent but not great ass. Her mother, who I lust after, has the best ass I've ever seen! It's too bad her daughter didn't inherit it.
It was summer and Cindy was relaxing as she waited for her college days. She just graduated from high school and she had plenty of time on her hands. One night, as I was at her house drinking with her parents, we started talking about scary movies. It became clear that her father and mother hated them, but Cindy and I loved them. There was a movie Cindy really wanted to see, so I agreed to take her to it. Her parents had no clue how much I lusted after their daughter.
I met Cindy at the theater. We bought popcorn to share and we headed to our movie. Sitting next to her, sharing popcorn, was almost too much to bear. I was on a date with a gorgeous 17 year old! She didn't see it that way, but I did - or so I thought.
As I was watcing the movie, Cindy reached for the popcorn, but missed and her hand landed on my lap. Of course I'm hard just from sitting next to her.
"Uncle Jim, what's going on here?" she asks as she gives it a squeeze. She has always called me Uncle Jim, or Uncle Jimmy as a joke.
"I'm sorry, Cindy, I can't help myself. You should see what your mom does to me!"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I know I can't do anything with her because she's married to your dad. But we've talked about it and we love each other, but we can't cheat. We both want each other, that's for sure."
"Do you fantasize about her?"
"I told her she's in my spank bank, but she doesn't believe me."
"What's a spank bank, Uncle Jimmy?"
"Well, Cindy, It's images in my head that help me pleasure myself. I think of fucking your mother and I touch myself until I cum."
"Have you ever thought about me that way?"
"Cindy, thinking about you is wrong, but I have to admit I think about you often."
"Do you touch yourself when you think of me?"
"Every time I think of you, I touch myself."
"Let me see. I want to see you touch yourself."
"Here? In the theatre?"
"Yes, right now! Whip it out. No one will see except me."
I hand her the popcorn and begin unbuckling my belt. I unzip and slide my pants down just enough so my balls are exposed. My erection is harder than I remember it ever being. I see Cindy gazing at it with her mouth open and a smile on her face.
"Damn, Uncle Jimmy! Who knew you were packing that? Now let me see you stroke it for me."
I began stroking it, looking into Cindy's eyes.