Losing His Shirt

by Linda Fausnet

  He kept kissing down my neck, then he freed my left breast from my bra and started sucking on my nipple. I threw my head back and moaned. Johnny swirled his tongue around my breast, which got me fantasizing about other places I wanted his tongue to be.

  Johnny kissed his way up to my cheek, then murmured in my ear, “Rosemary, I’m gonna take you right here, right now … on this stage.”

  I gasped. It was a crazy idea. Any of the other actors could walk back into the rehearsal space at any time. What if somebody forgot something and they came back to find us going at it on the stage? It was a scary thought, mainly because the idea of Johnny making love to me on stage was so exciting; I knew I couldn’t possibly say no.

  “Are you serious?” I asked him breathlessly. Please say yes, because I don’t think I can wait much longer to feel you inside me.

  He grinned mischievously, which sent shivers of delight down my spine. “Yes. I’ve never had sex on a stage before.” He picked up my roses to move them out of the way. “Rosemary, ever since the day I first saw you perform here it’s been my fantasy to make love to you onstage. You’re a star, baby. You’re so sexy…so beautiful…you shine when you’re onstage. And that drives me wild.”

  I’d never seen Johnny look so intense. He had clearly thought about this particular fantasy before. I drew in a sharp breath, knowing what that intense look meant. I could not wait.

  “Johnny,” was all I could manage.

  “I have to have you, Rosemary.” Johnny pressed his lips to mine and kissed me with tremendous force and passion. “Now,” he said, running his hands over my breasts on the outside of my clothes.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, Johnny. Do it. Do it now.”

  He grinned again and pushed me onto my back, on the wooden stage floor. He was forceful but still careful not to hurt me. First, he took off my shoes, then he shoved his hands up my dress and yanked off my panties, making me gasp with delight. He glanced toward the front door of the auditorium and said, “You’d better keep your clothes on, just in case.”

  I nodded, ready to follow his lead. He grabbed my bare ankles and spread them apart, then he knelt between my legs. My heart pounded as I watched him yank open his belt buckle and pull down his jeans. His cock was already rock-hard. Johnny was always big, but his cock looked enormous when he was especially excited. Thankfully, I was on the pill now so we didn’t have to waste time with a condom.

  Johnny pressed himself against my opening and looked deeply into my eyes. He always made me wait a few seconds before plunging into me, like he wanted me to think about what he was about to do to me. He lifted his hips back, preparing to ram inside me and I made a decision. I could see the hungry desire in his eyes and I knew this was his sexual fantasy come true; I wanted to make it as pleasurable as possible for him. Which meant stepping a little bit out of my usual sexual comfort zone.

  “Fuck me, Johnny. Fuck me hard,” I pleaded as I looked up into his eyes, my legs open and ready for him.

  Johnny’s eyes lit up with delight and any discomfort I felt was well worth it. I knew he wanted me to talk like that during sex, but I never did. I was rewarded for my efforts, because he did exactly as I asked. He slammed his deliciously thick cock into me, and my screams of pleasure reverberated throughout the empty auditorium. I arched my back to meet his thrusts. The sweet invasion of his hardness was even more pleasurable because it had been so long since we’d made love.

  “Oh, Johnny,” I cried as I slid my hands under his shirt. I loved feeling his back muscles tense up as he pumped in and out of me. He was so big all over, and I adored the feel of his body against mine. He panted with exertion and so did I, relishing the sharp vibrations of pleasure that rippled throughout my whole body. Johnny was just so damned good. Good in bed, on the table, on the stage, or wherever else he decided to take me.

  As always, having sex also intensified my emotions, so it was wonderful that I could freely express them now. “I love you, Johnny!” I cried out as I gripped his back.

  Even balls deep in me and thrusting hard, Johnny knew how much I needed to hear him say it back. “I love you too, Rosemary. So … so much …” he managed to say in between thrusts.

  Out of habit, I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the sheer bliss of being pounded hard by the sexiest man I’d ever known. Then I realized that having sex onstage was too exciting not to watch. I opened my eyes and glanced out at the empty auditorium. Johnny and I were doing it right in the middle of the stage with the curtains open; it was easy to imagine that people were watching.

  It was the most erotic moment of my life.

  I dug my nails into Johnny’s back, crying out his name in ecstasy. Part of me wanted this incredible experience to go on forever, and part of me just wanted to come and come hard already. I knew exactly what to do to get what I needed and to make Johnny happy in the process.

  “Johnny,” I moaned. “Johnny,” I said louder. I waited until his eyes met mine, then I said my huskiest voice, “I need you, Johnny. Lick my pussy.”

  Johnny’s groan of desire was nearly a growl. “God, you are one sexy woman. Baby, I’ll do anything you want me to.”

  He pulled out of me and I drew in a breath of anticipation. He slid down between my legs, then he teased and licked tantalizingly close to my clit.

  “Johnny, please …” I begged.

  “Tell me again what you need me to do,” he said, and I could feel his hot breath agonizingly close to where his tongue needed to be.

  “Lick my pussy,” I pleaded. I still wasn’t entirely comfortable saying it, but the need in my voice wasn’t an act. I felt like I would scream if he didn’t release my sexual tension soon.

  Johnny growled, and the next thing I knew I was screaming with delight. He licked and swirled his tongue at just the right spot, and I’d never felt so wonderfully out of control. I reached down and pulled his hair as he pleasured me, crying out his name. I closed my eyes and let out a primal cry, knowing I was seconds away from having the most satisfying orgasm of my life.

  I kept screaming as my climax began, bucking my hips, fucking his mouth as I rode wave after wave of sheer, pleasured bliss. I let out one last cry of his name as the sharp vibrations of pleasure finally subsided. Completely spent, I lay my head back down with a crack, as I’d momentarily forgotten I was lying on a hardwood floor. I hardly noticed the pain; my legs were still shaking from the power of my climax.

  Johnny climbed back up on top of me and looked down into my eyes. As I lay there panting, he grinned cockily, looking quite pleased with himself. As well he should. His gaze still intense, he said forcefully, “Get on your hands and knees.”

  I nodded, eager to do anything to fulfill his fantasy. He got up so I could get into what was probably his favorite position. He loved taking me from behind. I got onto my hands and knees and braced myself for his thrusts. I heard him breathing heavily and I felt the warmth of his body as he positioned himself behind me. As always, he waited a few seconds.

  “Do it, Johnny,” I pleaded. “Fuck me as hard as I can take it.”

  “Fuck, Rosemary …” he said, and I could hear the hunger in his voice. It made me smile to hear his excitement. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I wanted his climax to be as mind-blowing as mine. I wanted his legs to shake.

  “OH!” I cried, as Johnny did as I asked. He fucked me hard. In this position he could penetrate me deeply, and I really had to hold on. The floor wasn’t as easy to grip as the corners of a table, but I did the best I could. My body was still tingly all over from my climax, which made his thrusting especially pleasurable. “Johnny, Johnny, yes … yes …”

  “Rosemary … Rosemary, baby …” Johnny panted as he thrust in and out of me. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he came.

  I thought for sure he would want to finish in this position, but I was wrong. “Rosemary, princess, I need to see you. I need to see your beautiful face.”

  Johnny pulled out of me, then
gently lifted me and lay me down on the stage. He slid his huge hand behind my head to protect me from the hard floor. He looked deeply into my eyes before sliding into me again. He kept eye contact with me as he thrust in and out of me. As I looked into his eyes, I was amazed at what I saw.

  Love.

  Pure love shone in his eyes. No one had ever looked at me that way before, and I knew in my heart that Johnny had never looked at any other woman like that before, either.

  “Rosemary,” he with said with a groan, and I knew he was getting close. He pounded harder, then grabbed my left leg and slung it over his right shoulder, opening me up wider. I cried out with pleasure and he pounded harder and harder and harder, until he let out a deliciously masculine groan of relief. He closed his eyes and I watched his entire body quiver and shake as his orgasm finally took hold. He groaned as he rode his own waves of pleasure. Eyes still closed, he drew in a deep breath and then let it out.

  When he opened his eyes and looked at me, that tender look of love was still there. “Rosemary,” he said, gently running his right hand through my hair while his left still protected the back of my head. My name was all he said, but it was all he needed to say. We gazed into each other’s eyes for a long, wonderful moment.

  Still inside me, Johnny turned his head and waved to the imaginary audience. We laughed together, and then Johnny carefully pulled out of me.

  “Ooh, I’m a little sore,” I said, both because it was true and because I knew it made Johnny proud when I said things like that. Sure enough, Johnny grinned like a schoolboy.

  “Sorry,” he said.

  “No, you’re not.”

  Still grinning, Johnny stood and offered his hand to pull me up. He put his underwear and jeans back on while I located my panties from where Johnny had tossed them. Once we were fully dressed, he sat back down on the floor, spread his legs out, and opened his arms to me.

  “Come here, princess.”

  I smiled at him, then sat down between his legs. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. My back was pressed against his chest, and I could feel his heartbeat. I felt happy and safe and cherished and loved. Johnny held me tight for a while, neither of us saying anything. It was wonderful. Eventually, Johnny broke the silence.

  “Now every time I watch you perform here, I’ll look up to the stage and remember how I had sex with the star. You’re so talented, sweetheart,” he said tenderly.

  “Mmmm,” I said, still feeling tingly and thoroughly satisfied. “So are you.”

  I leaned back a little so I could look up at him. Johnny smiled as he cradled me in his arms. “Seriously, Rosemary. That was amazing.”

  Johnny looked so happy, so satisfied. I could see how much he loved that I finally said all the things he wanted me to say during sex. I didn’t really know what I’d been afraid of; I trusted Johnny with all my heart. I wished I’d done it much sooner. He always did everything I wanted, and then some.

  “I can’t believe we actually found something you’ve never done before,” I said.

  Johnny glanced around at the stage. “Yes, this was certainly something new. But everything feels new with you, Rosemary. You’re not like anybody else I’ve ever been with. I never knew what I was missing, until I met you.”

  I sighed happily. “Makes me feel better to hear you say that. Sometimes I can’t help but feel like I’m still competing with those other girls.”

  “Oh, Rosemary,” Johnny said, running his fingers through my hair. “There’s no comparison. Not even close. It doesn’t matter what your level of … experience is. You’re the best lover I’ve ever had. If it makes you feel any better, I feel like I’m competing sometimes, too.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Johnny looked a little sad, which took me by surprise. “I dunno. Sometimes I worry that you’d be happier dating one of your actor friends, you know? Somebody who’s more like you.” He laughed nervously. “Sometimes I worry one of these days you’re gonna run off with Ryan or something.”

  I sat up straighter and looked at Johnny. I blinked for a moment, trying to process what he was saying. “Ryan … Dempsey?”

  “Yes, Ryan Dempsey,” Johnny said. “You know, the hot guy you’re always hanging out with?”

  “Johnny, Ryan is engaged.”

  Johnny shrugged, as if this information didn’t make him feel any better.

  “To a man.”

  Johnny jerked up so quickly he almost pushed me over. “Ryan’s gay?”

  “Yes, he’s gay. You didn’t know?”

  “No, I didn’t know!”

  I stared at Johnny, horrified. My mind whirred with the implications of what Johnny had just told me: all this time, Johnny had had no idea Ryan was gay. Ryan Dempsey was my best friend in the whole world, and he was pretty affectionate with me. He was forever kissing me on the cheek and calling me sweetie. Hell, when I was feeling especially goofy, sometimes I even sat on his lap. Good Christ, what must poor Johnny have been thinking?

  “You mean, all this time you thought Ryan and I were—”

  “No, no of course not. I trust you, Rosemary. I mean, I did think it was a little odd you would spend so much time rehearsing in his apartment, just the two of you.”

  I got up from Johnny’s lap and turned around so I could sit facing him. “Oh my God, Johnny. I am so sorry.”

  Johnny laughed. “It’s okay, baby. It’s my own stupidity. I should have realized.”

  “No, I should have realized.” I closed my eyes and let out a breath. I could not believe what an idiot I had been. I opened my eyes. “Ugh, I guess I’m just used to having such a close-knit group of friends and everybody knowing everybody else.”

  “It’s all right, Rosemary. Really,” Johnny said, looking more amused than anything else.

  “I can’t believe it never occurred to me that you didn’t know. Women hit on him all the time. Lots of people who don’t know him well, don’t realize he’s gay.” I grasped Johnny’s hand. “Ryan’s a very attractive man! I trust you too, Johnny, but I would have been devastated if you were out spending half your time with some beautiful woman.”

  “Don’t stress about it. I’m more relieved than anything else.” He did look relieved, and I felt awful for what I had put him through. He worked so hard to fit in with my friends, and naturally he would worry that I might be better off with some guy who worked in theater like me. I could only imagine how out of place I would have felt around all his rich friends.

  “You should have said something if my hanging out with Ryan bothered you.”

  “I know,” Johnny said grudgingly. “But he’s always such a dick to me, and I didn’t want him to know I was jealous of him.”

  “Yeah, that makes sense.”

  “Well, if he’s engaged, how come I’ve never seen his fiancé?”

  I smiled, thinking about Jack. I adored him because he doted on Ryan. He had always been a terrific boyfriend, and soon he would make a wonderful husband. “Because he’s deployed. He’s a marine.”

  Johnny’s eyes lit up. “So that’s the guy whose picture you have in your bedroom drawer!”

  “What were you doing going through my bedroom drawer?” I asked irritably.

  “To find condoms, so we could do it in the kitchen,” he exclaimed, eyes wide.

  “Right.” I let out a weak laugh. “Johnny, I’m sorry. I guess we need to work on our communication a little here.”

  He smiled. “Yeah, I guess so. So wait, if Ryan’s not tryin’ to get into your pants, then why does he hate me so much?”

  “He doesn’t hate you, Johnny.”

  Johnny gave me a wry look.

  “He doesn’t! You have to understand, Ryan is my very best friend. We’re always there for each other, and, well … I’m not trying to make you feel bad, but sometimes I literally cried on his shoulder after a hard day of working for you. When Ryan sees you, he sees the guy who was mean to me and used to make me cry.”

  “Oh,” Johnny
said, his expression softening.

  I could see the truth dawning on Johnny that he and Ryan were on the same side. They both loved me and wanted me to be happy.

  “How did you meet Ryan anyway?” Johnny asked with a smile, sounding as if he really wanted to know. His defensiveness about Ryan was gone already.

  “In high school,” I said, happy that Johnny had asked. “Ryan was on the football team and I was dating one of the other players. I knew Ryan by name, but that was about it. At the time, he wasn’t in the closet exactly—his close friends and family knew he was gay—but high school is hard enough, you know?”

  Johnny nodded.

  “He didn’t need the whole team or the rest of the school knowing. Just not worth the hassle. Anyway, the guy I was dating, Gary, somehow found out and told the whole damned school. He actually told me that he was going to, quote, ‘beat the shit out of that faggot after school.’”

  “Nice,” Johnny said with a grimace.

  “Yeah. Exactly. Well, safe to say Ryan won that fight,” I said proudly, remembering that Gary had been the one with a swollen face by the time it was over. “Still, the damage was done. Everybody knew he was gay. It wasn’t too bad for him. He had to deal with a few assholes, but most people were cool. Anyway, I dumped Gary immediately.”

  “Good,” Johnny said firmly.

  “Yeah, so a few days later, Ryan came up to me after my cheerleading practice—”

  “You were a cheerleader?” Johnny smirked. “Do you still have the outfit?”

  “Shut up!” I said, giggling as I punched him on the shoulder. “Anyway, Ryan said he heard I’d dumped Gary because of what he did, and he said it was pretty cool. So Ryan and I got to talking and laughing, and before we knew it, two hours had gone by. We realized we had lots in common so we started hanging out, and we’ve been best friends ever since.”

  “That’s really cool, Rosemary,” Johnny said with a smile. I could still see the relief in his eyes, and I berated myself for not seeing the worry before. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed that Johnny was upset about me and Ryan. I just assumed Johnny didn’t like Ryan because he was always rude to him.