... and Kim both shouted “no!”, though Kim didn’t really mean it. She would have been happy to let him.
Brick left and so did the film crew. Bonnie’s house appeared to be deserted.
“I’m hungry,” Kim said. “Nobody bought me any popcorn. And you wouldn’t go with me so I could buy my own.”
“I’m hungry too,” Bonnie replied, “but not for food”.
She went to the back door, with Kim in lockstep, and let in Brick.
Bonnie and Brick kissed again. “Now that those TV guys are gone, we can have some real fun! My parents will be out late and so will my bitch sisters. Let’s go upstairs.”
Kim was incredulous. “You guys are going to make out?”
Bonnie was her usual snotty self. “Well, duh.”
“Hello! Bound together! I have to go with you. There’s no way I can give you privacy.”
“I don’t care any more! I need a dick! I’ve gone long enough without because of you stuck on me like a barnacle or a pimple or something! Now both of you, get your asses upstairs!”
In the bedroom, Kim laid beside Bonnie on her bed. Brick, exercising his football player intellect, asked, “do I feel up both of you?”