by Lee Dorsey
When I arrived at the theater, the class was about to begin. I took my seat, looked across the room where Colin was seated. I gave an inconspicuous wave. He waved back and the class got underway. We spent the morning doing improvisations and critiques. I had lunch with Colin. He told me about the Off-Broadway play we were going to seeing on Saturday. An actor from the cast told him the gist of the storyline. The play’s title, "A Circle in the Water” certainly sounded interesting. I could hardly wait to see it.
The afternoon in class mirrored the morning session. Working with these students was a delight. They are so much more talented than the students from the community college I had attended. Each one of them was driven. They all had one goal. That was to become a professional actor or actress. One or two of them expressed an interest in directing. Ms. LaBonti encouraged those students to take an improvisation and stage it. It was interesting how the improvisation would take on a whole new interpretation once it was staged.
On Tuesday, Jenny didn’t come home from school. When I arrived home, she had left me a note saying she would be spending the night with Ted. She said in the note that if I wanted to join them, I was welcome to come over. I could see what she was doing. She was being generous with Ted in the hope that I would give in and invite her to spend a night with Colin and me. As far as Ted was concerned, he was just another sex partner both of us had enjoyed. Colin was becoming a romantic love interest with me. There was a big difference. I ignored her invitation. I went out to dinner that night. When I came home, I went straight to bed. I set my alarm for earlier than usual the next morning. I wanted to allow time to get breakfast at the restaurant near the school.
The week dragged by slowly. Jenny came home on Thursday night. She enticed me to spend the night in her room. We went down on each other and experienced several orgasms. I’ve always had this need to have a sexual release once a day. When there wasn’t someone to indulge me, I would masturbate. I was very proficient in getting myself off.
Friday night was a repeat of Thursday night. Only this time, we did the deed in my bedroom and I instigated the contact. When we finished, Jenny spent the night in my arms.
When I awoke on Saturday morning, Jenny was gone from my bed. I got out of bed as fast as I could. It was eight o’clock. I was due at Colin’s at ten. I got into the shower, dressed and packed an overnight bag. When I got downstairs, Jenny had breakfast on the table. I hurriedly ate and left the house. Jenny didn’t attempt to stop me.
I arrived at Colin’s apartment at nine forty-five. I rang the bell. He looked out the window and then he remotely unlocked the door. I took the elevator to his floor. When the door opened, Colin had just gotten out of the shower. He had a towel wrapped around his body.
"Come in and sit down,” he said. "I have to get dressed. It will only take a minute.”
As he walked into the area designated as the bedroom, he dropped the towel. This was the first time I got a good look at his nude body. He was beautiful. I had this urge to rush to him, strip off my clothes and screw his brains out. I wasn’t sure if he would welcome my aggressiveness. I didn’t want to do anything that would upset or give him a negative opinion of me. I wanted to play this as close to the cheek as possible. I did, however, watch him as he got dressed.
He came back to where I was sitting. He facetiously said, "I saw you stealing looks at me while I was in the buff. Did you like what you saw?”
For the first time since I can remember, I was somewhat embarrassed. I was also lost for words. He said my consternation was interesting and he began to laugh. I bowed my head in embarrassment.
"Don’t get upset, I’m only kidding you. If the situation had been reversed, I would have been gawking at you as well.” He took a slight pause and then he said, "I have to admit, I’ve wondered on occasion what you look like under those nice clothes you wear every day.”
It was at that point I got flirtatious. "If you’re a good boy for the rest of the day, I might give you a peek later on this evening.”
He thought about what I had just said and then changed the subject. He offered me a cup of coffee. We crossed into the kitchen area. I sat at the table and Colin put the water on the stove. He sat down across from me.
"You look especially beautiful this morning. Of course, you look beautiful every morning,” he complimented. "Have you had breakfast?”
"Yes, but please fix something for yourself. I would volunteer to fix you breakfast, but I have to confess I don’t know how to cook.” He looked at me incredulously. I think I’m the first woman he ever met that didn’t know how to cook. He inquired if I eat out all the time. I explained that my roommate was an excellent cook who had learned from her mother. "On the other hand, I was a spoiled brat who was doted upon.”
He smiled and moved to the stove. He began to fix his breakfast. "If you like, I’ll show you how to make pancakes.” He removed a jar from the refrigerator. It contained a batter. Once the skillet was hot, he poured the batter into it. After a minute, he took a spatula and turned the pancakes over. Within a few more minutes they were ready to be put on the plate. "That’s all there is to it,” he bragged.
I sat while he ate his pancakes. This was a very self-sufficient guy. He will make some woman a handy man around the house. For the time being, I would like to think that woman was going to be me. After he finished his breakfast, I helped him clear the table and do the few dishes he had soiled.
"Are you ready to take a walk around the Village,” he asked.
"I’m ready, if you are.” We left the apartment. Greenwich Village was about ten blocks from Colin’s apartment. Colin began telling me that when he was in college, he wrote a paper on Greenwich Village and its history. He said that in the sixteenth century, Native Americans referred to its farthest northwest corner, by the cove on the Hudson River at present-day Gansevoort Street, as "Sapokanikan,” which means Tobacco Field. The land was cleared and turned into pasture by the Dutch settlers in the 1630’s, who named their settlement Noortwyck. The English conquered the Dutch settlement in 1644, and Greenwich Village was developed as a hamlet separate from the larger New York City to the south.
Colin went on to say, "Greenwich Village is generally known as an important landmark on the map of American bohemian culture. The neighborhood is known for its colorful, artistic residents and the alternative culture they propagate. Due in part to the progressive attitudes of many of its residents, the Village has traditionally been the focus point of new movements and ideas, whether political, artistic, or cultural. This tradition as an enclave of avant-garde and alternative culture was established during the nineteenth and into the twentieth century, when small presses, art galleries and experimental theater thrived. Many famous people lived in the Village at one time or another, such as Robert Louis Stevenson, Mark Twain, Walt Whitman, and Anais Nin to name just a few.”
We walked by the Cherry Lane Theater on Commerce Street. We stopped and looked at the signage on the marquee. We also walked by the Village Vanguard where Wynton Marsalis was playing that night. As we continued our pilgrimage, we passed by Café La Mama, where the famous Ellen Stewart catered to new playwrights. Many of that talent are now writing for Broadway. Famous actors were also a product from that wonderful showcase.
We walked around Washington Square Park and sat for a time on a bench. The actor that Colin was scheduled to meet would not be at the theater for another fifteen minutes. It was a wonderful place just to sit and people watch.
Our destination was an Off-Broadway Theater on Christopher Street. When we arrived at the theater, there was a door off to the side of the facility that was marked "Stage Door.” Colin knocked on the door. The door opened and we were greeted by his friend. I was introduced. His name was Ben. He took us into the audience area of the facility. It was a "Black Box” venue that seated approximately one hundred. Ben sat down with us for a few minutes before he had to begin getting ready to perform. The theater’s policy was first come, first seated. We sat down
in the first row.
The doors finally opened and the theater began to fill. Within five minutes before curtain, the house was full. The lights went down. When the lights came back up, the play began. Ben had a large part although he was not the lead. I found the acting and directing to be excellent; however, the play needed a doctor. There were many places throughout that needed to be rewritten.
When the play concluded, we met Ben outside. We walked a few blocks to a little bar with which Ben was familiar, and ordered drinks. Ben was limited to one drink. He had to perform a show that night. After about an hour, we left the bar and parted ways with Ben. We began our walk back to Colin’s apartment.
I was beginning to get hungry, and mentioned the fact to Colin. He agreed that he was having hunger pangs as well. He suggested that before we had dinner, to stop at the apartment, take a shower and change our clothing. I agreed that we had worked up a sweat walking to and from the Village. I began to wonder if he would suggest that we shower together. I knew from experience, it could turn into a sexual romp.
When we arrived at the apartment, Colin suggested that I shower first. He gave me a towel and washcloth. There was a "Trade Paper” on the coffee table that he wanted to look over. The "Trade Paper” was published weekly and listed all of the auditions being conducted for the next two weeks. I had seen copies of it around the school. I looked in it once, but didn’t have an interest in checking anything out. Most of these auditions were held during the day and would interfere with classes. In addition, getting cast in a play wouldn’t work either. Rehearsals were also held during the day. I was wondering what Colin’s interest in the auditions were at this time. He had the same commitment to the classes as me. I guess what Colin does is really none of my business.
I took a quick shower, dried off and wrapped the towel around my body. I walked into the bedroom area and took out a change of clothes. I sat down at a table that had a standalone mirror. I began to do my makeup. Colin came into the bedroom and stripped down. He stood very close to me completely naked. I wanted to reach out, take that penis of his and begin to suck him off. I managed to maintain my self-control. He left the bedroom and walked into the shower. I finished my makeup and got dressed. When I was finished, I walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator. I poured a glass. Then I sat down in the living area.
Colin came out of the shower much as he did this morning. He dropped the towel and began to get dressed. However, he held that naked position for a full minute. I was sure he was posing for my benefit. If that’s what his intentions were, he succeeded. I got wet staring at him. I was really getting anxious about getting him into bed later tonight.
When he finished dressing, he came to where I was sitting. "I think I’ll have a glass of that wine you are drinking.” He walked into the kitchen. He poured himself a glass and brought the bottle with him. He refreshed my glass. Then he sat down across from me. "Are you very hungry?” he asked.
"I’m famished. I haven’t eaten since this morning. What about you?”
He took a sip of his wine. "I’m famished as well. Let’s finish up here and walk down to that restaurant.”
We drank up and left the apartment. Unbeknownst to me, Colin had made a reservation. When we entered the restaurant, Colin gave the maître d his name. We were seated immediately. There were several people waiting to be seated ahead of us. Apparently they were walk-ins. It was nice to sit and relax after that day of walking. We must have covered several miles. Colin ordered a bottle of wine.
"So tell me, did you have a nice time today?” he inquired.
"It was wonderful. I’ve always wanted to see the Village. I read so much about it before coming to New York, but I knew none of the historical aspects that you pointed out on our tour. You could probably get a job as a tour guide.” I casually said.
"What would you like to do when we leave here?” he asked.
I took a minute to construct what I was going to say. I decided to be blunt. "When we leave here, I would like to go back to your apartment, strip down, get you into bed and screw your brains out.”
"That was nicely put. I was thinking about something along those lines as well. Let’s enjoy our dinner and fantasize.” He smiled with a twinkle in his eye.
I knew this night was going to be a night to remember. It was nearly twenty-four hours since my last sexual fix. When I go for more than twenty-four hours, I usually begin to shake. I could only imagine what it was going to be like when we finally got in bed. The waiter brought the wine. He stood by the table and opened it. He poured a small amount in Colin’s glass. Colin tasted and approved it. The waiter poured my glass and then he filled Colin’s. The waiter put the bottle into a cooler and left the table. Colin raised his glass and said, "To love and everything that goes along with it.”
I didn’t exactly know what he was referring, but it sounded romantic. I was in the mood for romance. My intention was to give Colin sex like he never experienced in his life. I didn’t know the depth of his experience, but I was a pro. I’ve been there and I’ve done it all. When I finish giving him myself completely, he will never, ever, look at another woman.
Chapter 8
The dinner was delicious. We drank two complete bottles of wine. I had a slight buzz on. Colin wasn’t feeling any pain either. Near the end of the second bottle of wine, Colin said, "I would like you to sleep with me tonight, but I don’t want to force you. I want everything you do to be voluntary.”
Colin was more of gentleman than I gave him credit. "Of course, I want to go to bed with you. I’ve been dreaming about it every night this week. Observing you in the buff has gotten me horny as hell. I have an idea. I’ll race you back to the apartment. The first one there gets to choose top or bottom.”
Colin began to laugh imagining us racing back to his apartment. "I have to give it you. You have one hellacious imagination. Let’s go. I can hardly wait to see what you’ve been hiding under those expensive clothes.”
We left the restaurant and walked as fast as we could to the apartment. When we got on the elevator, Colin put his arms around me. He began kissing me on my neck. He was giving me goose bumps. When the elevator door opened, we walked directly into the bedroom.
Colin turned to me and said, "How do you want to do this?”
I was a little confused by that statement. So I asked, "What do you mean?”
"Well, do you want to strip or do you want me to relieve you of your clothes?” he said with a serious inflection in his voice.
"I want you to strip me while I’m stripping you. Can you handle that?” I inquired. He put his hands under my sweater and pulled it over my head. I began to unbuckle his pants. He began to work on my blouse as I unbuttoned his shirt. There were two buttons holding up my skirt. The skirt dropped to the floor. His pants were down around his ankles. He stepped out of them. His penis was protruding out of his boxer shorts. I took both hands and pulled them down at the same time. He yanked my panties down in turn. He reached around the back of me and unclipped my bra. We stood before one another completely naked.
I put my hand around his penis and led him to the bed. I pushed him in a sitting position. I knelt down between his legs. Gripping his penis in my hand, I began to lick the head. Next, I locked my lips around the head and slowly let it slip into my mouth. With my hand, I controlled the depth as I began an in and out sucking action. With my free hand, I slipped it under his balls. Now I had him completely under my control. He belonged to me for that moment.
Colin put his hands around my breasts. With his thumbs, he began to ride over my nipples until they became erect. With my oral technique, I had placed him in another dimension.
"Wait,” he said. "I don’t want to come like this. I want to bury myself inside you. I want to share the pleasure.”
I momentarily stopped the fellatio. "You’re right. We have to share. Have you ever performed cunnilingus on a woman?”
He gave me this look like he didn’t
know what I was referring. "Have you ever had the opportunity to go down on a woman?” I could see that we were now communicating. "I don’t know if anyone has ever told you, but all women like that kind of action. I would like you to do that for me?” I said with a smile in my voice.
"Get up on the bed,” he said.
He placed a pillow under my ass and had me open my legs wide. I got the feeling that he had been putting me on. He knew exactly how to get a woman off in the oral position. He began licking and kissing my thighs. I almost had an orgasm in anticipation of his tongue touching the sensitive areas of my vulva. As he was licking and kissing, he put his finger into my folds and began searching for my clit. It was swollen, so he didn’t have any problem locating it. As his thumb moved around it, he inserted two fingers into my vagina and began to move them in and out. I was about to explode when his tongue ran across the outer folds. I closed my thighs tightly on either side of his face. My hand grabbed the back of his head and pushed him tightly into me. The areas that his thumb and two fingers didn’t touch, his lips and tongue did. It was like I had died and went to carnal heaven. I couldn’t hold back, I exploded all over his face. I don’t know what he was thinking, but he didn’t move. At that moment, I would have done anything for him. I was his completely.
I released my grip on him, He slid up my torso. His penis was as solid as a stone. When that appendage touched my outer folds, I started to come before it was inserted. He slipped it in as I was having the orgasm. That was one of most incredible feelings I had ever experienced.
I wrapped my legs tightly around him and began to move in a vertical motion. As he was driving himself into me, I was meeting his movement. Before long, we got into a rhythm. It was the most pleasing moments I had ever had in my twenty-two years. When Colin finally came, his body collapsed over mine. We lay connected with his penis buried deep inside me for a long time. I could feel his penis begin to shrink. It slid out.