by Lee Dorsey
When I couldn’t stand the overwhelming state of euphoria, I asked her to bring it to a conclusion. She moved her body up mine. We held each other tightly for a long time. After a half hour or so, I suggested we get dressed. There were a lot of people downstairs who had come to congratulate me. I was being rude by being away from the party so long.
We stood and faced each other while we dressed. Looking at her body, I knew that I wanted to have her again. She wasn’t as experienced as Claire, but I knew that with a few sessions with me, she would become a talented lover.
Once we were dressed, I volunteered to scan the brochure from the New York Theater Schools. I turned on my printer. I began the scanning process. As I was making the copies, Helen moved in back of me. She wrapped her arms around me. She cupped my breasts and began to give me little kisses on the back of my neck. It was all I could do to concentrate on the scanning. When scanning was finally completed, I turned to face her. We locked lips. I nearly lost control and gave into my desire to get her into bed again. However, practicality dominated my hedonic desires. I handed her the scanned copies. I put my arm around her. We walked to the door. As we stopped in the doorway, we kissed again. I instructed her to go downstairs. I told her that I would be down in a few minutes.
My mother passed Helen on the stairway. She was coming up to see what was keeping me. She knocked on my bedroom door and came in. She inquired what was taking me so long to change my clothes.
"I scanned some literature for Helen. She is interested in the Theater Schools in New York.”
"Everyone has been asking for you. There is a cake on the table. Everyone is waiting for you to cut the first piece. Are you ready to come down now?”
"Yes. I’ll come down with you.” I followed my mother down the stairs. When everyone saw us they began to cheer. A group of friends and neighbors were standing around the table waiting for me to cut the cake. Helen came up to me as everyone was eating cake. She inquired as to when we would see each other again. "In a week or so,” I responded.
I was going to New York the next day to begin a search for a place to live. Then I was coming back home for a week or so before moving. I assured her we would get together when I returned. I told her she would be on my mind the entire time I was away.
The party continued on for a few more hours. Eventually, everyone left. I assisted my mother with clean up. I knew that Anthony’s party was not going to begin until after ten o’clock. Of course that meant I would have to wait until after eleven o’clock. I wanted to be fashionably late.
After assisting my mother with the cleanup, I went back to my room. I took a nap. I had an erotic dream about Helen. A few hours later when I awakened from my slumber, I was wet. I got out of bed and took a shower. I put on the sexiest dress I had in my closet. I wanted to show Anthony and Claire what they had given up for their new love interests. I spent a lot time doing my hair and makeup. Around ten-thirty, I got in my car and drove to the hotel.
The party was in a suite of rooms on the top floor. When I got off the elevator, I could hear the music and the sound of a large group of people. The door to the suite was slightly open. There were wall to wall people talking, dancing and drinking. I could smell pot. Everyone there was on their way to becoming either drunk, stoned or both.
One of the young men from the theater department spotted me from across the room. He made his way through the crowd to where I was standing. "Hi. Did you just arrive?” he asked.
"I just walked through the door. What is there to drink?”
"You name it, it’s here. What would you like?” he inquired.
"I think I’ll start with a beer.” He put his arm around me and we moved through the crowd and into another room. There were several coolers in the corner on the floor. I couldn’t for the life of me remember his name. He had several small parts in our productions, but they were mostly one liner’s.
Finally, I heard someone in the room say, "Brad, get me one while you’re there.” He handed a beer to that person. And then he took another one from the cooler, opened it, and handed it to me.
"It’s funny, he said. I’ve known you for over a year, but this is the first time we’ve spoken to one another.”
We found a place in the corner of the room. He began a conversation. The noise level in this room was a lot less intense than the main party room. He began to ask me a myriad of questions about my plans now that I’ve graduated. I explained that I was going to New York to study at a school run by a Broadway theater. He said that he was planning to move to Hollywood. He had plans to break into the movies. We talked about our aspirations for over an hour. Both of us drank several beers while conversing. I was getting a little buzz on. I could tell he was as well. Finally, Brad made his move.
"Why don’t we get out of here, maybe go somewhere quiet?”
"I haven’t talked to anyone else. I should at least tell Anthony I wish him luck at the Summer Stock Company.” He put his arm around me. We casually walked back into the main room. I saw Anthony slow dancing with his girlfriend across the room. Claire was sitting on the professor’s lap making out. As I passed her, I acknowledged her with a wave of my hand. When Anthony saw me, he stopped dancing momentarily. He approached and put his arm around me. And then he gave me a wet kiss on the lips. I could feel the vibrations from his girlfriend. She wasn’t pleased.
"I admit I’ve missed our little weekly sessions. It seems we’ve all gone in different directions,” he said as he sized up Brad.
"I just wanted to wish you a "break a leg” at the Summer Stock Company. I’m moving to New York in a few weeks. If you want to visit me sometime, you can get the address from my mother. You know where I live,” I said.
"Maybe I’ll just do that.” He put his arm around his girlfriend. "Do you mind if I bring her along?” he asked.
"Of course not,” looking directly at her. "But she’ll have to be willing to share,” I said facetiously.
As he looked down at her, he said, "She’s a good sport. Furthermore, she’s not selfish. It’s one of the things I love about her.”
"I guess I had better get along. I’m going to New York tomorrow to search for a place to live. You take care of yourself.” We kissed again. Brad put his arm around me as we left the party.
Brad asked me how I got to the hotel. I told him I drove. He said he drove as well. Brad suggested that I follow him. We were both parked under the hotel in the garage. We got into his car and he drove me to mine. Brad said that he only lived a few blocks away. He also said that there was parking under the building where he had an apartment.
As he had stated, it was a short ride. I followed him into the garage and parked. We took the elevator up to his apartment.
When we entered his apartment, the first thing I noticed was that he had it tastefully decorated. It was also expensively furnished. It’s funny, when I saw him around at college; he didn’t seemed to be the kind of person who had money.
He offered me a glass of wine which I accepted. I sat down on a sofa. After he handed me the glass of wine, he sat down next to me. He put his arm around me and rested his hand on my neck. As we sat talking, he moved his index finger around in circles on the nape. I was beginning to get sexual chills from his finger maneuvers. There was one thing I learned from Anthony and Claire over the period of time I was with them. "If there’s something you want just say so. Don’t beat around the bush.” Anthony would always use that statement as a double entendre, especially when he would run his fingers through my pubic hair.
So, taking a lesson from Anthony, I put the ball in Brad’s court. "Do you want to go to bed with me?”
He looked surprised and shocked all at the same time. For the moment, he was at a loss for words. I must have been the first woman to be so blunt with him. Without saying a word, he took me by the hand. We stood together. He led me down a hallway and into a room. The lights were out. He didn’t make any move to turn them on. Within a short period of time, he had me undressed and
standing before him. He made short order of removing his clothes as well. Taking me in his arms, we slowly walked to the bed. We kissed. He put his hands under my legs, picked me up and lay me down on the bed. His body came down on the top of mine. Running my hands down his back, I noticed a definition of solid muscle. It was obvious he had spent a lot of time in a gym. I put my hands behind his ass. My middle finger slipped in between his cheeks and located his anal opening. The finger went in about an inch. He exercised his sphincter muscle and clamped down on my finger. He began making some animal like sound. That indicated to me he was enjoying the experience. I learned a long time ago, while having sex with Anthony, men like to have their asses invaded.
I gave him his pleasure for a number of minutes, but I wanted some of the action too. I removed my finger. With the same hand, I managed to push him over in a supine position. My body followed him over. Now I was on the top. I straddled him. His penis was standing straight up. I wrapped my fingers around it. I moved the head around my vaginal hole. My clit was beginning to swell. Having the head of his hard dick rubbing against it, I began to have a series of small orgasms. I wanted to feel his tongue between my legs. Then I asked the big question. "How do you feel about performing cunnilingus?” He didn’t respond at first. I was beginning to think he didn’t understand the meaning of the word.
"You want me to go down on you?” he finally asked.
I took complete control. "I’m going to roll over and open my legs wide. I would like to see if you know how to please a woman.” I rolled over next to him. I spread my legs. He rose up in the bed. He took his place with one of my legs draped over his shoulder. He began to lick and kiss the inside of my thighs. With a move to expedite the process, I moved my pubic hair aside. I pressed my folds solidly into his face. I could tell that he was inexperienced. He was a complete novice in the art of eating pussy. I was determined to teach him. It was going to be a crash course, so to speak, but I wasn’t going to let him get away with not pleasuring me.
"Move your tongue to the top just below the hair. Do you feel something protruding?”
"Yes.”
"That’s my clit. Put your lips around it. Let your tongue move across for maximum effect.” He did as I requested. "That’s it, don’t stop. Now slip in two fingers. Then begin an in and out movement. Good. You’re a fast learner.” I lay back and enjoyed the action. I could feel an orgasm building. I wrapped my thighs tightly around his head. I moved my body in a vertical direction. I exploded. It was my best orgasm of the day. I felt an obligation to do something for him. I didn’t want his penis in me. Even though I wouldn’t let him do me without a condom, I couldn’t afford to chance a pregnancy.
I released his head from my thighs. I allowed him to roll over next to me. I put my hand on his penis. I slid down the bed to get into a comfortable position. I pulled him onto his side and put my free hand behind his ass. I licked his penis to get it nice and moist. Then slowly my lips moved in around the head and slid down the shaft. I put my finger between my legs. I transferred some of my lubricant to my middle digit. I grabbed one side of his ass to allow my finger penetration his anal hole. As I was sucking his cock, I inserted my finger. He let out with a muffled moan. I knew from that sound, he was enjoying my work. I could feel his penis begin to slightly swell. It was a sign that he was about to orgasm. As he released the full wad, he reached down and put his hand in back of my head. He moved his body in a violent thrust. His orgasm lasted for almost a full minute.
We lay in that position for another five minutes. Eventually, I released him from my pleasurable hold. I licked the leaking cum from his cock before I removed my hand. I slid back up into the bed.
"That was incredible,” he said.
"What you did for me was satisfying as well. We’ll have to do it again sometime.” I didn’t want to continue laying there with him. I didn’t feel any romance. As far as I was concerned, what we just did was nothing more than sex. I was ready to leave. As I got out of bed, I said, "I have to go. I have a busy day tomorrow.”
"Do you have to go?” he asked almost pleadingly.
"Yes. I’m sorry. I usually don’t screw and leave right away, but I really do have a busy day tomorrow.” I began to pick up my clothing from the floor to get dressed. He didn’t make any move to get out of the bed. When I finally put on the last piece of clothing, I leaned into the bed. I kissed him on the forehead. "Thanks for a lovely evening. I’ll let myself out.” I turned and walked out of the bedroom. Within minutes, I was in my car and on the way home. Recalling my romp with Helen that afternoon got me all wet in the panties again. I was determined to have her one more time before I moved to New York permanently.
Chapter 2
I had a wet dream last night. I was with Brad and Helen. I was just lying supine on the bed. They were in competition to see which one could give me the most orgasms. I awakened to my mother calling me to breakfast.
I got out of bed, removed the sheets and walked into my bathroom. I turned on the water, brushed my teeth and slipped into the shower. The water felt good on my naked body. It brought me into the real world. I was now awake and ready to face the world. After several minutes, I turned off the water and dried my body. I put on a pair of jeans, a pullover and a pair of old tennis shoes.
I was very fortunate to have a mother with means. She had come into a large sum of money recently. My grandparents were killed by a drunk driver a few years ago. My mother was their only child. The claim against the insurance company was finally settled for 4.5 million dollars last month. My mother received the check three days ago.
Like my mother, I am an only child as well. My mother had agreed to finance the rest of my education and living expenses while I attempted to break-in to the theater.
When I got downstairs my mother had prepared the standard breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. My flight to New York was scheduled to leave at one o’clock. Mother was going to drive me to the airport. My suitcase was packed the night before and Mother had already loaded it into the car. She also had made a reservation for me at an upscale hotel in Manhattan. I instinctively knew that living in Manhattan was out of the question. I was intent on finding something in Brooklyn.
As soon as I finished my breakfast, mother drove me to the airport. Once I arrived, I had a few hours to kill. After going through security and finding my departure gate, I purchased a magazine to read on the flight.
After boarding the airplane, I sat down next to a young woman about my age. As luck would have it, I learned through a conversation with her that she too was going to New York for the purpose of furthering her education at a theater school. She had applied to another school other than the one I was hoping to attend.
By the time we landed, we agreed to search for a place to live together. She had a reservation at another Manhattan hotel. We agreed to meet the next day at my hotel, have breakfast together and begin our search for a place to live. We had both agreed that living in Manhattan would be nice, but much too expensive. I told her my theory about living in Brooklyn. She was on board with that suggestion.
Once we landed, I took my carry-on bag from the overhead. I exited the airplane. My new roommate, Jenny, and I walked through the airport. She was headed to the baggage claim area. I went right out the front door and hailed a cab.
When I arrived at the hotel, I checked in. I took my bag to my assigned room. And then I went back downstairs to the restaurant to have lunch. I was in mild shock at the number of people milling around in the hotel. After lunch, I wrote down the address of the school I was going to be attending. I gave the piece of paper to the clerk at the check in counter. I requested directions. He produced a map of the immediate area. He circled the address in red. Then he drew a red line from the hotel to the school. It was about six blocks away. Since it was a nice day, I decided to walk.
I learned quickly. Walking down the sidewalk in Manhattan is quite different from where I lived. Dodging the throngs of bodies was exhausting
. When I finally arrived at the school, I felt like I had run the four minute mile.
The school was housed in a Broadway theater. As I entered the lobby, I was greeted by a young man behind the ticket counter. I learned later that he was a student at the school. Students are required to do everything at the theater. I announced to him that I was checking in. I wanted to speak with the director to ask some questions. The young man picked up the phone and dialed a one digit number. He held his hand over the mouth piece of the phone as he asked my name. Androgyny was my reply. He gave the director my name and then he hung up the receiver.
"The director will be with you in a moment,” he said.
"Thank you,” I replied. There were some benches in the lobby so I sat down. A few minutes went by until a tall, rather attractive man appeared. He walked toward me with his hand extended.
"You must be Androgyny. I am the director of the school.”
"I’m sorry to disturb you, but I just wanted to stop by and introduce myself. I’m scheduled to present my monologues in three weeks. I wanted to make sure that the material I was planning to audition would be acceptable.”
"It’s straight forward. As stated in the brochure as long as one of the monologues is classical and the other contemporary, they’ll be acceptable. That being said, I’m sure you will do a good job and will be accepted.”
"Who will be the judges?” I inquired.
"There will be five of the schools instructors,” he responded. "I would like to suggest that the monologues be one that everyone is familiar with and one that isn’t as well known. If I were making the presentation, I would lead with the former. It’s a technique I’ve learned over the years to get immediate attention. I’m sure that you will do an admirable job. I look forward to evaluating your offerings.”