"Do you wanna go home? We could go home," he whispered urgently, even as he brushed his knuckle across her clit, rocking his fingers into her as best he could at the awkward angle.

He thought, a little wildly, of sneaking into the bathroom with her, locking themselves in a stall and getting inside her, but this wasn't some dingy bar where they could probably get away with it. This was a theater. There could be kids around.

Plus, would she even be into that kind of thing? Regardless, the image of it stuck in his mind, her skirt hiked around her waist and her legs around his hips, biting at each other's mouths to keep quiet. He groaned softly, reaching down to press his free hand against his aching cock, willing it to go down.