When I was a teenager, there was a really old movie theatre you could go to for $1 a movie. The seats were very old fashioned, honestly the whole place was very old. They would show movies that were out of the regular theater, but not on VHS yet. I had a serious crush on this guy Austen and he asked me if I wanted to go there and see The Matrix. I was really excited (and horny but trying not to show it) and he said he’d pick me up in an hour.
I put on a denim shirt that was a crop top and tied behind my neck and behind my back and denim skirt. At this time I had a gold cross necklace that I always wore too. My shirt, being that it was just a square of jean material with two strings, didn’t allow for a bra. I thought all the better if we hook up in the car after anyway. Easy access. Basically it was one of those tops where you could pull the string and it would fall off. We got there, got tickets and popcorn and sat down to watch the movie. There was no one there except one man in his early 30s sitting a few rows in front of us.