by Lee Dorsey
I was still upset. I’ve always prided myself as an upfront girl. What I did today was wrong. I should have told them before I read that I was just there to read with Colin. I wasn’t auditioning for myself.
Colin took me back to the restaurant to calm me down. He ordered a bottle of wine. He was intent on numbing my senses. Then he began to give me compliments. He said he felt such magnetism between the two characters as we were reading. I felt it too, but I didn’t want to admit it to him.
"Don’t worry about it,” he said. "There’s a good chance you won’t get cast. So, your getting upset could all be in vain.”
He was right. I know the director liked my reading and I did level with him. I told him that I had just come along to read with Colin. I was just a student and not ready to begin a career on the stage yet.
After we drank that bottle of wine, we left the restaurant and walked around the Village. It was getting late. I had to go home tonight. We walked the mile back to Colin’s apartment.
When we arrived, I went directly into the bedroom area. As I was packing my bag, Colin wanted to play around. He came up behind me and began kissing me on the back of my neck. He put his hand on my ass. He pulled up my skirt. He put his hand down the back of my panties. His index finger slipped between my legs. He had me and he knew it.
I pulled my sweater over my head. Colin released my bra. Then he unbuttoned my skirt. It fell to the floor. I pushed my panties to my ankles and stepped out of them. Colin had already stripped off all his clothes except his boxer shorts. I turned around and relieved him of them. I moved back and sat on the side of the bed. "Well, mister, after today you owe me one.” I opened my legs. "Get down on your knees and take care of me.” I was beginning to think I trained him well. He moved my pubic hair up and put his face right into my nectar. I grabbed the back of his head. I began to move his face around in circles as I horizontally began to move in and out pressing his face into me. It was an incredible sensation. I was determined that this time it was going to be all for me.
Before I knew what was happening, he rose up, pushed me back on the bed and buried his penis deep inside me. He violently thrust a few dozen times until he was relieved. The full weight of his body rested on top of me. During his thrusts, I did manage one orgasm. Eventually, he rolled over.
"I’m sorry I got off so quickly, but I’ve been thinking about having sex with you all day. It just built up and got out of control,” he said in a breathy voice.
I lay there for a few minutes. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. After that session, I was in desperate need of a shower. After a few minutes, the shower door opened and Colin came in behind me.
"You’re not angry, are you? I know you wanted me to eat you into an orgasm. I’m sorry, but I was really hot. You have a way of doing that to me,” he explained as most men do after they prematurely come.
I knew from experience that with most men, it’s all about them. The important thing when a man has sex with a woman is his getting off. Most guys don’t give a hoot about pleasing a woman. Somehow, I didn’t think Colin was a typical male when it came to sex. I guess he showed me his macho side. "Forget it! We both had a tiring day with a lot of anxiety.”
He took the wash cloth and soaped me down in a very relaxing way. Then he said, "When we go back into the bedroom, I’ll be more than happy to pick up where we left off.”
"There’s nothing I would like better, but I have to get home. Jenny is expecting me for dinner.” I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I walked into the bedroom and picked my clothes off of the floor. Within seconds, I was dressed. As he was getting dressed, I picked up the phone and called a cab. When I finished the call, I walked to the window to watch for it to arrive. Within five minutes I saw the cab pull up.
Just as I turned around, Colin was in my space. He put his arms around me. Then he gave me a passionate kiss. How could I stay testy with him after that expression of love? I broke away. We smiled at each other. "I’ll see you tomorrow in class.” He walked with me to the elevator.
When I arrived home, Jenny was in the kitchen getting ready to fix dinner. The first thing she said was, "You had a phone call.”
"Who was it from?” I asked.
"The call was from a Mr. Ed Golden. He said that he was the director of some Off-Broadway Theater. He left his phone number. He requested you call him as soon as you get this message. What’s that all about?” she inquired as she was putting the dinner on the table.
We sat down. She looked at me with a questioning look. I took a bite of my dinner and began to explain. "Colin and I cut classes today. We went to a few auditions. Colin was interested in getting cast in something. I just went along to get an idea about how they are held in New York. For Colin, it was a chance to get a job. For me it was an educational experience. Anyway, the director liked our readings at the second audition. He requested my resume. I didn’t know what to say. I told him that I was a student. I read with Colin at his request, but I was a student and not interested in being cast. I apologized for wasting his time. He was insistent that I write down on a piece of paper the plays and parts I’ve played in the past. He also wanted my name and phone number. I’m pretty sure this call is about his offering me a part in his play. I don’t know what to do.”
There was a moment of silence. Then Jenny said, "It’s your life, but I know what I would do if it were me. I would call him to see what he has to say. If he made me an offer, I would take a day to think about my options. In the end, however, I would accept the offer to be in the play.” She handed me a piece of paper. "Here’s the telephone number he left. He said that he would be at that number for the rest of the evening.”
I finished eating. My brain was going in fifty directions. I called Colin. He answered on the first ring. "Hi, it’s me. You’ll never guess who called me?” Colin told me he got a call as well. Colin said that he put him off for twenty-four hours. He was hoping the part in "Boys in the Band” comes through. Then he asked me what I was going to do? "I guess I’ll try to put him off until tomorrow as well. I would like to discuss this with Ms. LaBonti before I make a final decision.” Colin was adamant that I should accept the part if it is offered. He pointed out that this was a chance of a lifetime. I would be playing the lead in a new play Off-Broadway in New York. He was right. But I still wanted to give it some time. I told him that I would see him tomorrow in class.
That night, I had a difficult time sleeping. I decided to call Mr. Golden first thing in the morning. If I was offered the part, I would tell him that I would give him my answer by the end of the day.
I got out of bed an hour earlier than usual. Jenny heard me moving around. She got out of bed as well. Before I was finished dressing, Jenny was already in the kitchen fixing breakfast. I timed myself to call him at exactly eight o’clock. I dialed the number. It rang about three times when he picked up the phone. I recognized his voice immediately. "Hi, Mr. Golden, this is Androgyny. I’m returning your call from yesterday. I didn’t get home last night until late. So I waited until this morning to return your call.
He said that he understood I was a student at the theater school and was concerned about leaving. He told me that I had read circles around all of the other young women who auditioned for the lead role. He went on to say that he contacted the director of the theater department of the community college in Kansas. The director had given me rave reviews. He told Mr. Golden that I was the most talented and driven actress he had ever directed. Mr. Golden said he wanted to cut to the chase and offer me the part. Rehearsals were scheduled to begin in a week at a loft down in the Village. If I were to accept the part, he would send me a script and rehearsal schedule in the mail. Before I had a chance to say anything, he asked for my address. He was assuming I was going to accept. I told him that this was quite a shock and unexpected. I further told him, I would like to have the rest of the day to weigh my options. I also wanted to discuss the matter with the staff at the school. He said he would l
ike to have an answer by six o’clock this evening. I thanked him for offering me the role. I would be in touch before six o’clock this evening. I hung up.
Jenny was standing next to me for the entire phone call. She was as excited as if she had been offered the role. I told her everything he said. "What are you going to do?” she asked.
"I’m going to give it a lot of thought. I want to talk to my teacher and get her opinion. When I arrive home this evening, I’ll have already made my decision.” I helped Jenny clear the table and load the dishwasher.
I left the house and took the subway downtown. As I entered the lobby, Colin was talking with a few students. When he saw me, he walked over with a big smile on his face. I knew he had good news.
"I got the part in ‘Boys in the Band’. They called me early this morning. We are going to be rehearsing here in New York. The company is scheduled to tour thirteen cities; however, it could wind up being more. I figure I will be gone for most of the year.” He took a pause and looked at me. "Well, were you offered the part in ‘Haven’t We Met Before?’” he asked.
"Yes. The director called me last night before I arrived home. I returned his call this morning. He offered me the part. I told him I needed some time before I could give him my answer. He’s aware that I’m struggling with taking the part or staying in school.”
"So, what are you going to do?” he asked.
"Before I decide, I want to talk to Ms. LaBonti and get her advice.” We walked together to the class. Ms. LaBonti was sitting on the chair in the middle of the circle. I approached her. "Excuse me, Ms. La Bonti; I was wondering if I could see you for a few minutes at the end of the morning class?”
She looked up from the book she had been reading. She studied my face, I believe, for signs of anxiety. "Is there something wrong?’ she inquired with concern.
"It’s nothing bad. As a matter of fact, it could be something good. I would just like to get your advice on what I should do about something that has been offered to me.”
"I see. Yes, of course I’ll see you. There’s a conference room next door. As you know, several students eat their lunch in here. The room next door will be more private,” she said.
"Thank you very much. I won’t take too much of your time.” I walked back to my seat and she began the class. For the first hour, she covered "Elizabethan Theater” and how it evolved into the theater of today. I found her lecture fascinating. If I dropped out of school to take the part, it’s these kinds of experiences I would miss.
When the morning class ended, Ms. La Bonti was approached by two students wanting some clarification on something she said in her lecture. She looked over and saw me standing by the door. She cut the conversation short she was having with the two students. She walked over to me. "Follow me,” she said. She walked out the door and turned left. I followed her into the next room. She turned on the light and we sat down at the conference table.
"Does this have anything to do about your missing class yesterday along with Colin?” she asked in a stern voice.
I took a slight pause. Then I said, "In a way it does. Colin and I have been dating for a short time. His purpose for coming to the school was to fill his time while he looked for work in the theater. Yesterday, he intended to audition for two professional plays. He asked me if I would like to accompany him. Since I’d never had been to a professional audition, I thought it would be a good educational experience. My problem began when we attended the second audition. It’s a new play that will be presented Off-Broadway in the Village. Because I was with Colin, the girl calling actors to read thought that I was there to read for a part as well. She paired me with Colin. Anyway, to make a long story short, the Casting Committee believed that I was auditioning until after we had read. I explained that I didn’t want to be considered. I apologized for leading them to believe I was. I informed them I was a student. The director requested that I leave my name and phone number before I leave the theater. I gave them the requested information. Before I arrived home last night, the director had called my house. He left a message for me to call him. I returned his call this morning. He offered me the lead in the play. I told him I would consider his offer and call him back by the end of the day.” I took a pause. I looked into her eyes attempting to understand what she was thinking.
She looked right at me. "The question here is what do you want to do? It’s been obvious to me that you are a very talented young woman. I’m sure you’re going to be very successful in your chosen career.” She took a short pause. "Are you asking me what I would do if I were in your place?”
"That’s exactly what I’m asking” I said.
"How long have you been in New York?” she inquired.
"It’s going on my fifth week,” I said.
"Let me see if I understand this. You’ve only been in New York for five weeks and you were offered the lead in a new play Off-Broadway? In the theater circles in New York, most actors with your background would have a better chance of winning the lottery. That’s amazing and almost unheard of.” She took another short pause. "So, you’re asking me what I would do.”
I nodded my head in the affirmative.
"I would call that director back immediately and accept the role. I would also have him send me a contract by special delivery along with the script. What is the director’s name?” she asked.
"The director’s name is Ed Golden.” I informed her.
"If it’s the Ed Golden I know, he won the ‘Tony Award’ for Best Director last season. He’s one of the best directors in the country both in theater and film. Playing the lead in one of his plays could almost guarantee your career will take off,” she said as she stood up from the table.
I reached out and I shook her hand. We left the room.
I decided to take her advice. My mind was made up. I would call him immediately. Colin was waiting for me in the lobby. He was waiting for me to tell him what La Bonti said about my getting cast. We left the theater and walked down the street to our usual restaurant. When we were finally seated, Colin said, "Well? What did she say?”
I took several seconds before answering his question. I left him hanging. Then I said, "She said if I don’t take it, I’m a fool. She went on to say that the director, Ed Golden is one of the best in New York and the country. She said working for him could make my career.” I took a slight pause. Then I said, "Maybe you should have second thoughts about doing ‘Boys in the Band.’” Working with this guy could make both of our careers.”
"Then you are going to accept the part?” he asked.
"Yes, I’m going to call him as soon as I get back to the theater. Now order me a glass of wine.” Colin was adamant that he was going to do "Boys in the Band.” His argument was he’ll be seen in venues all over the country.
"It’s a very popular play and should attract large audiences,” he said.
We didn’t have our normal time for lunch. I’d eaten up about fifteen minutes with my meeting with Ms. La Bonti. Colin suggested that, since we are going to drop out of school, we should take the afternoon off.
"We could celebrate in bed at my apartment,” he continued to suggest.
I agreed. There wasn’t any reason to go to class under the circumstances.
We ordered two sandwiches to go and a bottle of red wine. We left the restaurant and went directly to Colin’s apartment. As soon as we arrived, I placed a call to Mr. Golden. When I informed him I would accept the role, he was delighted.
"If there is any way you can stop by the theater within the next day or two, I will leave a contract, script and a rehearsal schedule for you,” he said.
"I’ll stop by tomorrow afternoon around one thirty,” I informed him.
"That’s perfect. I look forward to seeing you then.” We hung up.
I sat down at the kitchen table with Colin and we ate our lunch. Between the glass of wine I had at the restaurant, and the two glasses I drank with lunch, I was getting a buzz on. The alcohol began to lower my inhibi
tions. I looked across the table at Colin and said, "You owe me one for the other night. I’m ready to collect.” We both stood from the table and walked into the bedroom area.
With frenzy, we stripped our clothes off. I managed to get naked first. I sat down on the side of the bed and opened my legs. Colin looked down at me. He knew exactly what he had to do. There would be no excuses. "I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough of the oral stuff. Then, and only then, will you be permitted to mount me. But, I’m going to be up front with you. Once you’re in, I want to be on top. I am going to control the thrusts to prevent you from coming prematurely.”
I took a pause and waited for his reaction. He stood there looking at me.
"I’m your slave for the afternoon,” he said.
"Good, now get to work.” He dropped down on his knees and began performing cunnilingus. I have to admit that for a man, he is very good. I came seconds after his tongue slipped into my vagina. "Wrap those lips around my swollen clit.” He did exactly what I commanded.
The thought crossed my mind that if we lived in ancient Rome, he would have made a good slave for some rich woman. When I had peaked having my sixth orgasm, I decided I’d had enough of the oral delight. "Ok, move back and let me see your penis.” He went back on his haunches. His penis was standing at attention. "Now crawl over here and put your manhood into my vagina.” Once again, he did as I commanded. I wrapped my legs around his torso and swung him onto the bed with his minor assistance. Without removing my legs wrapped tightly around him, I rolled him over. Now I was on the top. I put my hand behind my ass. I let it slip down until I could feel his balls. I enclosed them in the palm of my hand. I could see a look come over his face. It was a look of anticipation and anxiety. He didn’t know what I was going to do. With my finger nails, I stoked them. His expression showed a sign of relief. "I want you to tell me when you’re on the verge of coming. Just keep in mind that I have your balls in the palm of my hand.”
"I’ll do whatever you say,” he nervously said.