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The Scene Ch. 01

By: vixen4770



My Master walked into the bedroom taking in the candlelight, and me restrained. He walked up to me with a small but gentle smile on His face and my heart thundered up into my throat. "Happy Anniversary Master." I whispered. His smile widened into a grin and I breathed a sigh of relief. He started caressing me through the silk of my new gown.

"Is this new, pet?" He asked

"Yes Master, I bought it for tonight as a surprise for You."

"It's lovely, I like it. Thank you." He smiled "Thank You Master." I replied sagging a bit in my restraints with relief, He could have taken what was intended as a gift as presumption. 

"Just one thing pet."

I caught my breath," yes Master?"

"Did you get out My tools?" He asked cocking an eyebrow at me and smiling.

"No Master, your pet isn't allowed to touch Your tools without permission." I stated grinning.

His smile widening he said "Good girl."

He pulled His box out of the closet and placed it on the bed next to where I was suspended. He began pulling items out and lining them up on the tall table that was set along the wall next to the suspension bar. The first thing that came out was His favorite, the flogger. It was impressive to look at being that it was red kangaroo leather, had 9 tails and was about 2 feet long. Oh the things He could do with it! My pussy clenched just at the sight of it causing another drop of my pussy juice to caress the inside of my thigh. After that came the crop, which was only two feet long, but He very seldom used both in one session. My Master eyed me speculatively then placed it gently but deliberately on the table too. Next came my favorite dildo which was only about 6 inches long and 1 ½ inches wide, I liked this one because it still left my pussy nice and tight for my Master's cock. He turned back to the toolbox and pulled out the a set of clamps that he liked to use on me. It was a set of five all attached to a hogtie buckle. 

He turned to me with these, "These will keep you entertained while I finish setting up and showering." 

He reached inside the bodice of my negligee lifting out first one breast, than the other to rest on top of it, creating their own shelf as the neckline of the nightie held them up. He squeezed my breast milking it through his fingers until only the nipple was in his grip. He pulled this out in a long line and gently attached the clamp to it. My breath had started coming in rapid pants knowing what was coming. After doing the same thing to my other breast, He turned his attention to my dripping pussy. Pulling the front panel of the gown around my waist and to the back, he secured it there with a clothes pin, of which he took a good supply out of His box. Caressing my pussy lightly he said "So wet already pet? Mmmmm, we'll have to give this extra special attention tonight." He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on my mound just above my clit. Snaking His tongue forward he lapped at my clit for a few moments, making me pant harder and my juice to run even more freely. I could feel the sensation in the pit of my belly, telling me that it wouldn't be long before I came. Pulling my labia down while His tongue was causing sweet pleasure to sing from my clit to my nipples He quickly affixed two of the clamps to my lips. I moaned softly from their gentle pinch. My Master took my clit between His finger and thumb and with an evil little smile on his face, pinched HARD. My head rocked back from the shock of the sensation and I sucked in my breath as the sensation traveled all the way up into my belly and down my legs, making them weak. "Breathe pet..." my Master told me. 

I blew out the breath I had been holding and shakily sucked air into my lungs bracing myself. He quickly attached the fifth clamp on my clit. Tightening all the clamps down until I had a hard time catching my breath and keeping still, He said "Keep the chains taught My pet, you know what to do." 

I arched my back putting tension on the chains until it felt like all of my erogenous zones were connected. All of my most sensitive bits were starting to join into one ache of pleasure/pain in my belly as I felt my orgasm building more quickly than I could control. "MmmmmMaster, may I cum please!" I cried as a tear leaked from the corner of my eye to run down my cheek creating a shadowed streak, asking for permission to cum as He had instructed me to a year ago. "Yes, cum! Cum now for me My pet." He whispered as I trembled under the clamps. He thrust two of His fingers into my well lubed pussy and I contracted hard on them and cried out my orgasm for Him to enjoy. 

He laughed softly as I rhythmically clenched on his fingers "That's it My love, give it to Me. This is Mine. You cum only for Me so it's Mine." He plucked the chains in time with the pulsing of my pussy, drawing out my orgasm as only He could do. After my spasms had stopped He removed His finger and held them up to His face, smelling the proof of my excitement. Slowly He licked my cum off of His fingers. "I plan on having much more of my favorite treat this evening My pet. I granted mercy quickly this first time because you have pleased Me greatly with your efforts for O/our anniversary. But by granting this one quickly you know that the next time will not be so quick."

I hung my head while I panted "Yes Master."

"Chin up pet, keep the chains taught."

"Yes Master." I whispered, rolling my head back and arching until I could feel the tension from the clamp on my still throbbing clit, labia and nipples. 

"Anticipation is the best aphrodisiac in the world." He said as He continued to unpack his equipment. "I remembered O/our anniversary too My love." 

Feeling my eyes drifting half closed I opened them wide and looked at Him. He was holding a black box tied with a red ribbon into a small bow on top. "Would you like to open it?"

"May I please?" I panted, still coming down from the orgasm. 

He held the box up to my mouth so that I could reach the ribbon. As I pulled it slid off of the box. He opened it up and pulled out a black 7 inch dildo that had metal pieces running up the sides. He held it up for me to see, turning it around, than placed it on the table. The second thing that came out of the box was an anal plug, again black with those strange metal pieces running up the sides. Then he pulled out the control box and lead wires.

"OOooooooo" I sucked in my breath, "What is that?" 

"This is a Tens Unit pet, I think you'll like it" He said as I eyed it apprehensively. It had four knobs on the top and an array of lights next to jacks for the wires. The last thing He pulled out was the electrical plug. After hooking up all the wires and plugging it in, He gently leaned his 6'3" frame over me and pressed a hard kiss to my lips, snaking his tongue inside my mouth to wrestle with mine. He squeezed one of the clamps on my nipples hard!! "Now you know that I want you to keep this chain tight the entire time I'm gone."

"oooo yes...." I moaned

He reached down and squeezed the clamp on my clit, "Yes what? My pet."

"Yes Master! I understand!" I cried as fresh tears rolled down my ecstatic face. 

He smiled "That's better pet, and make sure you don't cum while I'm gone, I'll know if you do." 

"Yes Master I understand." I whimpered, still feeling the burn of pain in my clit.

He then lowered His head to growl in my ear "Mine!" and placed a love bite on my ear, making me shiver and sending a spasm throughout my body as He soothed the bite with His tongue.

As He walked away from me into the bathroom I avidly watched the way His muscular body moved under his utilities. He was a superbly fit Marine and I appreciated every inch of that muscle, knowing He was so much stronger than I. Feeling safe because I knew that He wouldn't hesitate to use it in my defense. Knowing that He would never let anything bad happen to me eased my anxiety about the new piece of equipment. As I arched my back I snickered about the fact that I could use it for a backache too. 

"What's so funny pet?" my Master asked with an arched brow as He walked back into the room with a towel around His waist. I continued to chuckle softly, my Master had always appreciated my dry sense of humor.

"I could use that for my backache too." I chuckled with a wicked glint in my eye.

My Master returned my wicked grin "We'll have to see if we can give you something to take your mind off of your back." as He dropped his towel and strode to the table to pick up the red flogger..

"ooooo" I moaned as I anticipated the feeling to come. My pussy was so wet from my previous orgasm that I knew He would be able to hear the wet slap of leather on skin after He caressed me with it there. 

"Relax now pet, let the chains swing free." He said as He walked around me. He started caressing my body lightly with the whip, not striking for effect, just to titillate me. After He had ran the whip over all of my exposed skin He said "It's a shame to ruin this lovely gown, but I'll get you another." He took the back of my gown at the neckline and ripped it all along the laces to the side slit with His strong hands! I gasped as He walked to my front to admire the effect of His handiwork on me. He kissed me hard on the lips and released the first nipple clamp, catching my cry of pain in His own mouth as he softly stroked the blood back into my wonderfully tortured nipple. 

When I was merely whimpering He paced back around me and stepped up onto the platform so that His erect cock was cradled in my ass. Leaning into me so that my arms and legs were stretched tight He whispered against the back of my neck, "God I love that you're Mine, that I can do anything I want to you." and so saying released the second nipple clamp and started massaging the blood back into that nipple as He clamped his teeth down on the nape of my neck and started grinding his cock into the crack of my ass. My cry rang out loud and I could feel him shudder and his cock twitch at the sound. He let the two nipple clamps swing free to increase the weight tugging on my clit and I arched my back at the sensation of my clit being stretched, my Master's cock rubbing against my brown rose. He let the whip swing from it's strap as he reached his strong arms around me to hold me close to him. Taking the front neckline of the gown He tore it down to the other side slit. Now the gown only clung to me by the spaghetti straps. He dragged it up my arms and used it to secure my wrists to the suspension bar.

(To Be Continued...) 

The Scene Ch. 01: The Script



You know how people can gossip, even over something as harmless as two people doing a script reading together?

That's why I'd parked four streets away from Chloe's house.

I wasn't able to stop right outside anyway because of parking restrictions, and although there were closer places, I didn't mind a little walk. Spring was in the air, the evenings were lighter and warmer, and I was in a good mood. Being asked to mentor one of the local teenagers was flattering. It confirmed that I'd made it in the local community, and was respected - at least by some.

Of course, my wife couldn't see it that way. She had to find it threatening instead. Her jealousy towards Chloe had become ridiculous. So maybe one reason I had parked so far away was because my wife didn't know I was here. Well, not here exactly. She knew I was doing the reading with Chloe, she just didn't know it was at her house. I must have forgotten to tell her that part - what she didn't know couldn't hurt her, after all.

I just didn't see the problem. Yes, Chloe was a pretty girl - a very pretty girl, in fact; some might even say she was beautiful. She was also outgoing, friendly, bubbly, and funny. She was the kind of girl that lit up whichever room she was in, and she was almost universally liked because she was just so friendly to everyone. But maybe that was why the older women distrusted her. They'd all seen her blossom from an awkward and bratty fourteen-year-old into the gorgeous and voluptuous young woman she was today, and they saw the effect her pretty smile and her curvy petite frame had on their husbands. But my wife must have realized she didn't affect me in that way. I was well beyond flirting with eighteen-year-old girls.

Of course, that didn't mean that my heart didn't leap a bit when she opened the door to me, grinning excitedly. Her hair was down and she looked so pretty when she was smiling. OK, so maybe she always had this effect on me, but it didn't mean anything. I mean, it's not like I was going to act on it. I may have noticed certain things about her - like the tight T-shirt she was wearing today, which made her burgeoning breasts hard to ignore - but they just didn't affect me in that way. Not in the slightest.

"Hi, Harry! Thanks for coming!" she said happily.

"My pleasure," I said, in a gentlemanly kind of way.

She beckoned me into the house.

"Do you want a Coke or something?" she asked.

"Yeah, Coke would be nice, thanks," I replied, and I watched her skip into the kitchen. I couldn't help but admire her ass as she walked away; it was full without being large, and looked fantastic in the jeans she was wearing.

Her mum came downstairs.

"Hi, Harry," she said.

"Hi, Pam, how are you?" I replied, hoping she hadn't noticed me checking out her daughter's ass.

"Fine, thanks. So you're rehearsing this mystery scene, are you?" she asked.

"I've got no idea yet," I told her, smiling.

Chloe returned and handed me a glass, then started up the stairs.

"You're not planning to rehearse in your bedroom are you?" her mum asked quickly.

"Yeah, why?" Chloe replied, stopping on the second step.

"I don't mind if you want to rehearse down here."

"No thanks, mum, we really don't want an audience; it's so embarrassing when you're doing a first read-through," Chloe told her.

"Well, yes, but I'm sure Harry's wife would prefer it if ..."

"Actually, she doesn't know I'm here," I interjected.

Chloe's mum just stared at me in puzzlement for a minute.

"There you go mum, it doesn't matter which room we're in because she doesn't know he's here anyway," Chloe said, and I had to admire her logic. "Let's go, Harry," she said to me, and started back up the stairs.

"Let me know if you need anything!" her mum called up after her.

"Just some privacy, thanks!" she giggled from the hallway above us. Her mum rolled her eyes.

"I'll see you later," I said, and then I followed Chloe upstairs.

She led me into a smallish bedroom which was dominated by a double bed, and sat down on the edge of the mattress. I sat next to her.

"Right, so what's the plan for tonight, then?" I asked.

"Well I'm doing this play for college, and, well, I'm just really nervous about this one scene. I was hoping you'd help me get comfortable with it. The dialog just seems really forced and the action is really embarrassing. I have to do it with this freak called Brian, and he's so spotty and ugly, and he's always perving on me. I feel so much more comfortable with you, Harry, that's why I wanted you to help."

"So what's the scene?"

"Oh well I printed out a copy for you, it's only one page."

I glanced down at the sheet she handed me.

"OK, so I'm Tom?" I asked.

"Er, yeah, you're Tom and I'm Daisy, obviously."

"OK, well, I guess you go first."

Chloe put on a higher voice than usual, and started reading from her script.

"Oh, Tom, you know how much I love you."

"Oh, baby, if you love me, why won't you show it?"

"I kiss you on the cheek now. I show you every day, Tom. You know I'm not interested in anyone else."

"I just need you to do this one thing for me, baby, to prove you're really mine. Jesus, this dialog is lame."

"I know. But I've never done it with anyone before."

"Just lie down, baby."

"OK so now you push me down onto the bed, and lie next to me," Chloe told me.

"We'll skip that part," I suggested quickly.

"Oh, Tom! Kiss me!"

"Mwah!" I said, kissing the air.

"Very funny."

"Oh, Daisy!"

"Now you rip my panties off."

"Huh?" I exclaimed, and then I blushed as I read the corresponding stage direction. "Actually, it says I whip them off, not rip them off. But we'll skip that too," I said.

"What are you doing?" Chloe read.

"And that!" I laughed, after reading the next stage direction to myself.

"Oh, Tom, stop it! That feels so good! You're so hard!"

"How about if I ... oh, really? How about if I put it here? Cheesus! Do guys your age really talk like this?"

"Um ... they kind of do actually. Oh, Tom, don't, it feels so good there."

"I want to ..." I said, before spluttering with laughter.

"Just read the line, Harry."

"I want to push it inside you," I said, putting on a girlie voice. "I want to fuck you."

"Stop it, Harry. Ohhh, God, Tom, I want you to fuck me too, it's just ..."

At that point Chloe let out a blood-curdling scream. I put my hands over my ears to protect myself.

"Oh my God, Chloe, what the hell was that?"

"It says she screams."

"Yeah, but ... I don't think she screams like that!"

"What do you mean?"

"It's not a horror movie! She's not screaming because she being bitten in half!"

"Well that's the point of having you here, Harry, you need to help me get this stuff right."

"OK, well we'll work on that scream, then. If my ears can handle it!"

At that point, Chloe's mum burst through the door.

"What's going on? Are you OK?" she said to her daughter.

Chloe laughed. "You're such a doofus, mum. I have to scream. It's in the stage directions."

Her mum rolled her eyes. "Well you could have warned me! Anyone want a cuppa?"

"Mum, we've only been up here five minutes; can we just have some peace? So we can rehearse?"

"OK, well scream if you want anything," her mum said, winking at me as she closed the door.

"Ha ha, mum," Chloe said to the closed door. "OK, so it's your line now."

"Oh. Er, mmm," I said.

Chloe paused.

"You OK?" I asked her.

"I'm just waiting for my mum to go downstairs before I read the next line," she grinned.

We listened until we heard receding footsteps on the stairs, then Chloe continued.

"Oh my God! You popped my cherry!" Chloe said, sounding somewhat pleased, and holding my gaze for a little longer than necessary. I felt a slight stirring in my trousers.

"It's done now. Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you fucking dare."

There was no more dialog. We both laughed, a little nervously.

"That's it?" I asked.

"Yeah, I told you it was only a short scene."

"But this next stage direction ... what kind of play is this?"

"It's about sexual awakening or some shit like that."

"This bit's about rape."

"Oh, Harry, it's not really rape, is it?"

"Well, yes. Yes it is."

"But she wants it. It's every girl's fantasy to be dominated like that."

I studied her face as the last words she said rang around my head. She looked away, blushing slightly.

"Is it? Like that?" I asked.

"Well, maybe not exactly like that, but you know."

"So like that, except she says yes?"

"Er, well, yeah, I guess you could put it that way."

"But this is a bit racy for school isn't it?"

"College, Harry. That's what you do at college. Sex, sex, sex. All the tutors are obsessed with it. Like, one of them asked everyone's favourite sexual position on the first day."

For a moment I wondered what her reply had been.

"Is that even legal?" I asked instead.

"We're all eighteen, Harry. It's just what drama college is like. We're supposed to be testing our boundaries as actors, exploring taboos, shit like that. God, Harry, you're worse than my mum!"

"And what does your mum think about this play?"

"I ain't told her yet," Chloe said, grinning cleverly.

"I'm not surprised!"

"OK so let's read it through once more."

"That's all you want me to do?"

"Well no but once we've read the words again then we can try acting it out properly."

"What, you mean like making it sound more in character? I'm not a very good actor."

"That's OK, you don't need to be, I'll act it, you just do your best."

"OK," I smiled.

"Oh, Tom, you know how much I love you," Chloe said, putting some real emotion behind it this time.

"Oh, baby, if you love me, why won't you show it?" I said. I was trying to act but it came out wrong.

Chloe kissed me gently on the cheek. I flinched slightly. "That's good," she whispered.

I blushed. Where she kissed still felt warm, almost tingly, and I felt another stirring in my trousers. I hoped my little friend was going to behave himself tonight.

"I show you every day, Tom," Chloe continued. "You know I'm not interested in anyone else."

"I just need you to do this one thing for me, baby, to prove you're really mine."

"But I've never done it with anyone before."

"Just lie down, baby."

"Oh, Tom! Kiss me!"

Chloe offered her cheek and pointed to it, smiling, so I gave her a quick peck.

"Oh, Daisy!"

I reached my hands around Chloe's waist and touched her jeans, then mimed whipping her panties off. Chloe smiled at me, a seductive smile that made me blush again.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm just miming taking your ..."

"That's my next line. What are you doing?"

"Oh right, sorry," I said awkwardly.

"Oh, Tom, stop it! That feels so good! You're so hard!"

My trousers twitched again. I silently told myself to stop it.

"How about if I put it here?" I said, raising my eyebrows and pointing at the crotch of Chloe's jeans. Chloe laughed.

"Oh, Tom, don't, it feels so good there."

I looked deep into Chloe's eyes. "I want to push it inside you. I want to fuck you," I told her - in character, of course - and I saw her pupils visibly dilate.

"Ohh, God, Tom, I want to fuck me too, it's just ..."

I started sniggering.

"You want to fuck yourself?" I asked. She hit me on the arm. "Wouldn't that make you a lesbian?" I continued, smirking.

"I'm still learning the lines, Harry. OK, so how should I scream?"

"Well, it's like a combination of pain and pleasure and surprise I guess. Pain because he's popping her cherry - you know, tearing her hymen or whatever, plus she's probably really, er, you know, tight."

"Tight?" Chloe queried.

"Yeah, you know, down there. He has to stretch her, you know, her vagina."

"Her vagina?" Chloe said sarcastically. "You mean her pussy?"

"Yeah."

"You're blushing, Harry," Chloe said, smiling sweetly at me.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"So you're saying that her pussy is tight because she's never been fucked, so as well as tearing her hymen and making her bleed, he has to stretch it out, and that's painful the first time," Chloe summarized.

"Yeah, exactly. I mean sometimes the hymen already got, er, you know. Sometimes there's no blood, I guess. I mean a finger, or a vibrator ..."

"Or a candle, or hairbrush handle, or a beer bottle, or a TV remote!" Chloe laughed.

"Yeah," I laughed back, relaxing slightly. "Yeah, I mean if a girl masturbates ... inside herself ... then she can tear her hymen way before she actually, you know, has sex."

"Maybe even a tampon?" Chloe said.

"A tampon?"

"Yeah, Harry, you might just think it just gets used for sex; maybe you forgot that we bleed out of it every month."

"Oh, well, not having one myself ..." I stuttered.

"Anyway, you know we did Sex Ed at school, right?" Chloe grinned at me.

"Of course you did. You probably know more about this than I do," I laughed.

"Well, duh! It was cute hearing you stumble your way through it, though!" Chloe giggled.

"Anyway, that's the pain part. Then the pleasure part is ..."

"She likes getting dominated and fucked by her man," Chloe said.

"Er ... yeah. I was just going to say ... never mind, we can go with what you said. And then surprise because ..."

"Because he just jumped her."

"Yeah, exactly."

"I can do surprise. How do I get the pain and pleasure part right?"

"Well you need to draw from experience, I guess. I mean, don't you remember your first time?"

"Oh, er ... not really, no. Let's use your experience instead. You've fucked a virgin before, right?"

"Er ... yeah. Not for a while, but ... yeah."

"Good. So how does this sound?"

Chloe screamed.

"Can you kind of mix the scream with a sexual moan, like 'ahhh'?" I suggested.

"Like what?" Chloe said, smiling at me, her cheeks a little red.

"Ahhhh," I repeated, acting the best sexual moan I could.

She bit her lip and blinked a few times. "OK, I'll try," she said.

Chloe screamed again, and this time it turned me on to hear it. I felt a familiar twitching; my dick had become semi-hard now. I glanced down, praying nothing was visible. It wasn't.

"That's much better, Chloe. Mmm," I said.

"Oh my God! You popped my cherry!"

"It's done now. Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you fucking dare."

We both laughed again.

"Seriously, that dialog is so lame," I said.

"I know, I think one of the students wrote this."

"It shows."

"Well we don't have much choice I'm afraid."

"OK so, another read through?"

"Can we do the stage directions this time?" Chloe asked.

"No way!" I laughed.

"What? Why not?" Chloe asked, somewhat alarmed.

"Are you being serious? I can't do those stage directions with you!"

"But I need to get this scene nailed, Harry. Reading it through is one thing, but I really need to get the acting right too."

"But these directions are crazy!"

"It's all we have to work with."

"But that last one ..."

"That's the one I need the most help with."

I just stared at Chloe with my mouth open for a minute, then I read the script, just to double check I wasn't seeing things.

"Tom starts fucking Daisy hard, ramming into her repeatedly while she screams in pleasure?" I said.

"Yeah."

"What part of it do you need help with?" I asked.

"Like, how should I lie? Should I move while he's doing it? What kind of noise should I make? An actor has to think about all these things. But I don't have anything to, er, draw on."

"Oh I, er, I see."

Chloe started laughing.

"Look, Harry, there's no need to get nervous. We're both fully clothed, it's not like I'm about to do anything with you. It's just acting, OK?"

"Yeah, that's fine, I'm just wondering what my ... never mind. Just, if my wife asks, can you tell her we were just reading?"

"We're not doing anything wrong, Harry."

"I know, but, just to avoid any misunderstandings. I already lied to her about where I was going, so one more little fib won't really ..."

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Oh, Tom, you know how much I love you."

"Oh, baby, if you love me, why won't you show it?"

Chloe kissed me on the cheek again, more wetly this time. My cheek tingled again. It felt as if she was putting more into the kiss than she let on. Acting, I guessed.

"I show you every day, Tom. You know I'm not interested in anyone else."

"I just need you to do this one thing for me, baby, to prove you're really mine."

"But I've never done it with anyone before."

"Just lie down, baby."

I paused, waiting for the next line.

"Push me over then," Chloe said.

"You want me to ..."

"It says, 'Tom pushes Daisy backwards onto the bed and lies down next to her.' I want you to do what it says."

I gave Chloe a gentle shove on the shoulders. She didn't move; I thought maybe she was resisting on purpose.

"You'll have to do it harder than that, Harry," she said impatiently.

I shoved again, a little harder this time. She still didn't move. I saw her crack a smile.

"Fine!" I shouted, then I shoved her shoulders as hard as I could, with my full weight behind it.

This time she wasn't resisting at all; we both tumbled onto the bed, laughing, with me on top of Chloe.

I pushed myself off her with my hands and looked at her. Her hair was messed up all over her face. Her beauty made me catch my breath, and my heart forgot to beat for a second. I gulped.

"Like that?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied, looking up at me with a huge smile on her face, "like that!"

I stood back up and looked down at her, spread-eagled on the bed. Her legs had come apart and her jeans were tight against her crotch, the seams all coming together right over her pussy. I felt the sudden urge to ... but I suppressed it. Instead, I lay down on my side next to her, and she turned her head to face me.

"Oh, Tom! Kiss me!" she said.

I looked into her eyes, wondering what she expected me to do next. The stage directions said I had to kiss her on the lips.

"Oh, Tom! Kiss me!" she repeated.

I leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Harry, it says on the lips."

I gulped again.

"Yeah but I'm not sure I should really do that."

"Harry, we're just acting, remember? You get married actors, right? It doesn't mean anything. Just do what the script says. Oh, Tom! Kiss me!"

I leaned over her, and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Oh, Daisy," I said.

"Now you have to take my panties off, but we can't do that yet. There's a trick to it, but I have to wait for my stage knickers to arrive before we can practice it."

I sat up on the bed.

"A trick?" I asked her, intrigued.

"Well not like a magic trick. I have to wear flesh-coloured stage knickers. You can get them online and they can match your exact flesh tone from a photo. Then I put little panties on top."

"Oh, I see. That's clever."

"Yeah, well, obviously the college doesn't want real nudity in the show!"

"Well yeah, you don't want the whole room seeing your pussy!"

Chloe bit her lip and started playing with her hair. Her voice became seductive.

"Well no, not the whole room ... but I mean, if you want, I could take my jeans off now, then you could take my panties off me for real?" she suggested.

"Um ..." I began, but then my jaw fell open as she started playing with the button on her jeans. I seemed to be unable to do anything except stare as she unfastened the button and pulled the zipper down. She pulled the fly apart and I saw the front of her lacy panties, black, with little spots of naked flesh everywhere. My mouth went dry as I looked at her, lying there, undressing for me. Her eyes seemed so big all of a sudden. I watched her lift her bum off the bed so she could push her jeans off ... then I snapped back to reality.

"Stop! No, Chloe, that's fine, we'll just mime it for now," I stammered, looking down at my crotch again to make sure my erection wasn't visible. There was a slight bulge which I hoped she wouldn't notice.




The Scene Ch. 01: The Script



Chloe laughed. "Well, duh, I was only joking Harry!" she said, but I noticed she didn't do her jeans up again. I also noticed her glance at my bulge for a second.

My heart was beating faster than normal, and my breathing was getting heavy.

"Yeah, of course you were. I knew that," I laughed nervously.

"So mime it, Harry."

I looked down at where her jeans were still flapping open, revealing her panties. I took a deep breath, then reached down inside the open denim and slipped my fingertips gently into the top of her underwear.

She sighed quietly, and closed her eyes, as I slid my fingertips left and right, enjoying the smoothness and warmth of her skin. Then I pretended to pull downwards, gently, moving the lacy hem a fraction of an inch before my fingertips slipped out. I ran them down inside the open fly of her jeans, gently stroking her through her underwear until my fingers met at the bottom of the opening, and I could feel her flesh start to curve inwards under the denim. 

Chloe shivered slightly as I allowed my fingertips to explore the area for a few seconds. I could just make out a slight indent in the center, and if I wasn't mistaken it was ever so slightly damp here. She moaned softly, and I contemplated pushing my fingers right inside her jeans for a moment ... but I slid my hands down the outside instead, pretending to pull her panties down as the script demanded.

"What are you doing?" she asked quietly, her eyes still closed.

I stood up and looked down at her, marvelling at how pretty she was. Her face was so perfect - rounded, a little pink at the cheeks - and she had a beautiful half-smile on her dreamy face.

Since her eyes were still closed, I let my eyes sneak downwards, to the bulge of her breasts in her T-shirt. I could just make out the edge of her bra. I flickered up to her eyes again, to make sure she wasn't watching me, then I looked down to where her belly button was poking out just under her T-shirt, highlighting her perfectly flat stomach.

Then my eyes ran carelessly down to the place where her smooth flesh disappeared under the top of her panties, and I wondered if she was serious before about letting me take them off. I idly fantasized about slipping my hand inside them and pushing downwards until my fingers found her pussy. I licked my dry lips, staring intently at the point where her panties disappeared inside her jeans, and wondering what it felt like inside them.

"Harry?" she asked innocently. I flicked my eyes back to hers. They were wide open, and held a questioning expression. I inhaled sharply. Then she glanced at the bulge in my jeans again, which was much larger now, and her face softened.

"What happens now?" I asked, suddenly forgetting my place in the script. I read the next direction. Then I blinked, and read it again.

"What does it say in the script?" she asked.

"It says, er, 'Tom climbs between Daisy's legs and starts slowly grinding on her.' So, um, I guess you'd better squoosh up the bed so you're on it properly."

Chloe obliged, sliding herself backwards until her calves were horizontal, her feet a few inches from the edge of the bed. The movement pulled her jeans down six inches, far enough to reveal the tops of her flawless thighs, and completely exposing her panties to me.

"Oh! I probably should have fastened those," she giggled as she sat up and reached down to pull her jeans up again. She paused for a moment. "Last chance, Harry."

"Last chance for what?"

"Never mind," she said, rolling backwards and pointing her legs straight up into the air. She pulled downwards with her hands, and her legs flailed as she struggled to balance.

Her thighs came apart for a moment, and suddenly she was flashing her pussy right at me. It was hardly covered at all by the crotch of her lacy panties, which had ridden all the way in to the cusp of her flawlessly smooth pussy lips.

A second later her jeans were snugly on her again, but the glimpse was enough to make me completely hard. My jeans were starting to feel uncomfortably tight.

"What now?" she asked nonchalantly.

I glanced back at the script.

"OK, well, now you're going to have to, er, move your legs apart a bit. So I can get between them, like it says."

She lay back on the bed, moving her legs apart until the material at her crotch was pulled enticingly tight against her young body. I had to work hard to prevent myself from staring at the slight bulge where her pussy was now straining against the seams. 

"Is that OK?" she asked, smiling, and glancing again at my now obvious erection.

"Perfect," I said.

"What happens now?"

"Now I, er, climb on top of you," I said, and I climbed onto the bed so I was kneeling between her legs. I lowered myself onto her with my hands, keeping myself pushed up with my arms to minimize physical contact. My face was a few inches from hers, as the script demanded.

"Hi!" she giggled as our eyes met.

"Hi," I replied. "Now it's your line."

"Oh, Tom, stop it! That feels so good! You're so hard!"

Well that last bit was right, but I was trying very hard to avoid any contact in that area.

"How about if I put it here?" I asked, without moving an inch.

"Oh, Tom, don't, it feels so good there."

"I want to push it inside you. I want to fuck you."

"Ohh, God, Tom, I want you to fuck me too, it's just ..."

I waited for her scream, but it didn't arrive.

"Are you going to scream now?"

"There's another stage direction first."

"No there isn't," I lied.

Chloe picked her script up in one hand and held it in front of her face.

"Tom rams hard into Daisy," she read.

"I'm not doing that," I told her flatly.

"It's just acting!" Chloe exclaimed frustratedly.

"So you want me to dry-hump you on your bed, with your mum downstairs?"

"Just act like you're ramming hard into me."

"That's basically dry-humping you, isn't it?"

"I don't know! That's why I wanted you to help. How do you act this?"

"By dry-humping you."

"I don't think that phrase is particularly helpful, Harry. I just want you to do this part however you think it should be done."

"Well I guess I could actually fuck you instead?" I joked.

"Well, I mean ... Oh, I see. Very funny. Just do it, Harry, OK?"

I took a deep breath and lowered myself down a little until I could feel her breasts squashed against me through my shirt, then I gently pushed forwards until our groins were just touching.

"Mmm," I said, unconvincingly.

"Harry!" she yelled.

"What?!" I said defensively.

"It says 'Tom rams hard into Daisy', not 'Tom tickles Daisy with the end of it'!"

I looked at Chloe despairingly for a second, then we both collapsed into fits of laughter. I grabbed her and hugged her tightly for a minute - although I still kept my hips in the air.

"This is so not what I was expecting to be doing tonight," I confided to her, once I'd got my breath back.

"I know. Come on, we're nearly done," she said.

I'd managed to get my erection under control a little by now - it was still engorged, but it was a bit softer. I took a deep breath. I could do this.

"Alright, say your line again," I said.

"Ohhh, God, Tom, I want you to fuck me too, it's just ..."

I rammed my groin fairly hard against hers.

"Ow!" she shouted, and I recoiled quickly.

"What?"

"There's something digging into me."

"Oh, sorry, it's probably my keys. Wait there."

I pushed myself up and got off the bed, then I removed my phone and keys, and a bit of loose change, from my pockets. I put them onto Chloe's bedside table and turned back. Chloe was rubbing her thigh.

"That really hurt!" she laughed.

I got back onto the bed, kneeling between Chloe's knees, then I lowered myself gently on top of her again.

"OK, try that again," she said.

I pushed my groin hard into hers once more, feeling her soft flesh yield inside her jeans as I pushed between her legs. Her face seemed to soften and flush, and she gave out a little sigh, almost like a moan.

"You're meant to scream," I reminded her.

"Sorry! Do it again," she said.

I rammed into her once again, feeling her genital area squishing beneath me. She screamed - the most convincing one she'd done so far. Suddenly I was completely hard again. My dick twitched violently and I couldn't help grinding into her again, gently squashing her soft thighs and forcing her legs further apart as I pushed myself down against her groin.

Chloe looked up at me with one eyebrow raised.

"There's still a lump there, Harry."

I blushed bright red. I didn't know what to say.

"Um, yeah, I, er, that's my, er ..."

The penny dropped with Chloe pretty quickly.

"Is that your dick?!" she almost screamed, laughing. I stood up quickly.

"Yes, that's my dick," I said, embarrassed.

Chloe sat bolt upright and stared, rather disconcertingly, at the bulge in my jeans. Her eyes seemed bigger somehow.

"Oh my God! Have you got a hard-on?!" she asked, much too loudly for my liking.

"Shhh, Chloe! Your mum's downstairs! What would she think if ..."

"Oh, sorry!" Chloe exclaimed, clamping her hand over her mouth. Then her face turned curious. "Why have you got a hard-on?" she asked quietly.

I stammered defensively, "It's a perfectly normal reaction for a man to have, Chloe. I mean here I am between a sexy teenager's legs, pretending to fuck her. I think any man would ..."

"I am not a teenager," Chloe stated firmly.

"Um ... well ... yes you are."

"I'm a woman."

"You're eight-teen. That makes you a teenager, Chloe. Maybe you're technically a young woman, but ... well, you're not exactly very mature are you?"

"And what do you mean by that?" Chloe asked angrily.

"Well apparently you think it's hilarious if a guy gets an erection," I said defensively. "I mean it's only a natural reaction but you think it's really funny."

The anger melted from Chloe's face, and she smiled cutely at me.

"Oh, Harry ... I don't think it's funny, I think it's really sweet. Aw, you're all embarrassed now, aren't you? I'm sorry." She paused, and her tone softened. "If it makes you feel any better, you're right about me."

I sat down next to her again.

"Right about what?" I asked curiously.

"Well, I mean, I think you guessed by now."

"Guessed what?"

"That I'm completely inexperienced. You know, sexually."

"You mean ..." I gasped, suddenly breathless from her admission.

"I'm a virgin, Harry. I've never been fucked. I've never even been touched down there."

"Really? Why not?"

"I was waiting for the right guy, I guess. I didn't want to rush into anything, but, you know, the right guy never came along, and now I feel like a fucking little girl at college because everyone else has done it except me!" she wailed.

"Well, half of them are probably lying about that," I reassured her.

"Yeah, well, maybe they are ... but that's why I need your help, you see? I don't know how to act like I'm being fucked, because I've never been fucked. I've never even been fingered. I mean, you know what method acting is, right?"

"Not really." 

"Well, it means you need some experience to draw from. So I was hoping you could ... teach me."

"I see. Well, what do you want to know?"

"Well there's one thing I was wondering to start with."

"What's that?"

She paused and looked at me with doe eyes.

"Do you really think I'm sexy?" she asked seductively.

I stood up again, suddenly flustered.

"Look, Chloe, I think we should call it a night there. I hope this helped."

"But we haven't finished yet."

"I have to go."

"Can we practice it again sometime?"

"I ... I don't know. See how it works out with your partner."

"Brian," she said, as if it was the name of a disease.

"Yeah, Brian, see how it works out with Brian."

"What if it doesn't work out?"

"You'll be fine," I said, picking up my keys and phone, and stumbling towards the door. "Look, thanks for the Coke and everything. I'll see you around."

I opened the door and strolled downstairs, trying not to look agitated. I said goodbye to Chloe's mum and calmly let myself out.

As the front door shut behind me I took a deep breath, then I walked back to the car, playing back recent events worriedly in my mind.

Although somehow, by the time I got the car into gear, my concerned expression had turned into a broad, beaming smile.



The Scene Ch. 02



With a lingering caress, my Master stepped off the platform. Circling me O/our eyes met and He grinned. Twirling the flogger, He let just the ends brush my stomach making me gasp. "You know pet, this might just take a while." 

I groaned "oh yesssss......" not quite able to wipe the smile off my face.

He chuckled evilly, "Yes, you're My little toy, and tonight I feel like playing"

He twirled his flogger repeatedly, letting the ends slap against my skin, making me writhe in my restraints. First working them over my belly then around to my ribs where He knows I am ticklish. Letting the whip dance harder against me when I squirmed to get away from it, my head fell back from the sensuous feel of the leather on my skin, sometimes smooth, sometimes rough, but always pleasurable. Moving around to my ass, He applied some strength to the strokes turning the skin pink and making my ass shake. The blows were coming quicker and quicker all up and down my thighs and ass. The sensation turned from sensuous to that delicious not-quite-pain feeling and He kept the pressure there, knowing that I could cum just from the sensation. My hips started jerking with every lash of the flogger and just as my moans became cries, Master stopped. 

"Ohhhhhh" I groaned, disappointed. My hips were still involuntarily jerking from the pleasure.

"Not so quick My pet, we've a long way to go." He said as He caressed my now pink ass. He gently started slapping my pussy lips from behind with the flogger making me jump a little with each stroke. I could feel my nether lips engorging with blood and feeling very full and heavy, spreading to expose my clit to His loving attention. More gently now He started stroking my exposed clit with the flogger enjoying the way my hips rocked as I tried to grind down on it. SLAP he struck hard sending an explosion of pain and warmth through me. 

"Oh my, did you hear that pet? I think you're a little wet. Now you know that I love that sound" as He brought the flogger up against my pussy again and again, raising me to my toes and causing black tears to run down my face. When my pussy turned from warm to hot, I could feel my stomach start to tremble, knowing He could see it I cried "Master Please!!!"

His gaze flicked up to my face as He stopped thrashing my soaking wet pussy. Tracing my tears with His finger, He gently pressed a kiss on my forehead. "You'll tell me if it gets to be too much, won't you My love, you know the words."

I gasped "Yes Master, red and yellow."

As I hung there panting He gently kissed my forehead again. "Good girl." 

He moved around to my back and caressed the red skin on my ass, pressing kisses there, bathing the heat with His tongue. Flicking His fingers over my now engorged clit, causing me to jerk and writhe with each movement He gave a low chuckle. 

"My pet loves this doesn't she?"

"Yes Master, I love it when you thrash my pussy. You know I do." I gasped. When I let out a gravelly moan, He stopped. I just about cried in frustration. He would have me begging to cum before too long. 

Setting down the flogger, He picked up the new dildo attachment and the lube. Kneeling down in front of me, He lubed it up and inserted just the head of it, popping it in and out of my pussy watching my hungry cunt grasp at it as He pulled it out. After satisfied with my level of arousal, He slammed it into my pussy hard, making me scream in ecstasy. Already close to the edge, my cunt immediately clamped down on it and I started cumming. My body jerked and shouts tumbled from my lips in rhythm with the clenching of my pussy walls on the dildo. I couldn't help it, I had no control when He tortured me like this, for all that He had been trying to teach it to me. 

I felt my body convulsing and saw the gray creeping into the edge of my vision when I realized that I had just made a mistake. I started moaning, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" with every pant as I recovered. I opened my eyes to find Him still kneeling in front of me holding the dildo in place. Except this time, there was no smile.

"No words." He whispered.

He ripped the dildo out of me making me cry out harshly. The look on His face was one of extreme disappointment. He didn't say a word as He unhooked my ankles. Tears were streaming down my face and He ignored them as He untied my gown from my wrists and unhooked the clips. Silently He took my hand and led me over to the corner. 

"Assume the position." was all He said. I lowered my head and placed my hands behind my back clasped on top of the other with my feet shoulder width apart, facing the corner. Tears dripped from my eyes as I felt Him leave me there, He didn't even attach the cuffs together. I knew I had messed up, I knew I was not allowed to cum without permission. He returned and wiped my pussy clean with a soft warm cloth, part of my punishment being that He didn't ask for this cum so He wouldn't taste it. I sobbed as quietly as I could. I felt just destroyed that I had let Him down on our anniversary.

To be continued...



The Scene Ch. 02: Not a Dry Seat



Chloe caught me on my own at the theatre group a few days later.

"Harry, I wanted to apologize about the other night," she said.

"It's OK, Chloe, nothing to apologize for, let's just forget about it, OK?"

"But I've been thinking about it a lot since, and I feel terrible about laughing at you. Really I should feel flattered that you're thinking of me in that way."

I coughed guiltily.

"Honestly, it was just a physical reaction, Chloe. I couldn't help it."

"Well yeah, Harry, I understand that now. I mean, after you left ... I guess I understood. When I, er, thought about it. I mean, girls can have physical reactions too, that they can't help. So, yeah, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed at you."

"Well that's fine, I mean, I just got a bit flustered, that's all. I'm sorry too."

"So can we do it again then?"

"I'm not sure that would be such a good idea, Chloe," I replied.

"But this Brian guy sucks! He's really pissing me off! He's trying to act all manly for his mates and he's just messing around the whole time, I'm not getting a chance to really explore the part."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, like he makes a great show of ramming into me really hard, like he exaggerates it too much, and he's not even looking at me he's like looking at his mates the whole time. Sometimes he acts like he's doing a rodeo or something. It really fucking annoys me."

"Ah, yes, well, the subject matter kind of encourages immature jerks," I said sagely.

"The way you did it was much softer and more gentle, even though it was forceful and kind of dominating. I don't know, I can't explain, but it felt so much more ... right ... than what Brian's doing. It must be your extra years of experience, I guess."

"Well, yes, I expect that's exactly what it is," I said, pushing my chest out and standing taller.

"But we didn't really ... finish. The other night. Can we try again? Please? Pretty please?"

She started fluttering her eyelashes at me, which made me smile despite myself.

"OK, Chloe, I guess we can try again," I said to her.

--

The next time Chloe opened her door to me, she was wearing a looser top, like a vest. It hung low, showing not only her cleavage, but the whole top of her breasts, and the top edge of her bra too. Underneath she was wearing grey leggings, which clung tightly to her curvy legs. If I had been a bit younger, or a bit less married ... but I put the thought quickly out of my head.

Not before I'd given off a low growl, though.

I did it without thinking. To be honest, earlier that night, I'd drunk a bit more wine than usual over dinner - the consequence of another argument with my wife. She'd told me she didn't want me talking to Chloe anymore, which I thought was a bit rich, since I never told her where she could or couldn't go, or who she could or couldn't see. It was a bloody double standard if you asked me, and it smacked of distrust. But the argument had left me drunk, and now I was growling at sexy teenagers without even meaning to. I would have to watch myself.

"Hi!" Chloe gushed, instantly evaporating my foul mood and just leaving me nicely tipsy from the wine.

"Hi, Chloe," I smiled happily, wondering how she did this to me; how she made me feel so good with just a "Hi" and a smile.

We went straight upstairs this time; I didn't even see her mum. Chloe sped ahead and I couldn't help admiring her ass again, which looked fantastic with her leggings clinging tightly around it. They were thin enough that there was a hint of flesh colour showing through in places, although I couldn't see a panty-line. I looked away to avoid growling at her again.

As soon as the door was shut, Chloe started apologizing again.

"I'm so sorry about last time, Harry. I'll make it up to you, I promise," she said.

I gave her a bear hug, holding her close to me. "There's no need to apologize, Chloe, let's just start afresh now, OK?"

She looked up from my arms and smiled sweetly.

"Yeah, OK. Don't forget to take your keys out of your pocket this time! I can already feel them!" she laughed, then I released her and she sat down.

I removed my keys and phone, and put them on her little bedside table, next to her nail scissors.

"Oh, Tom, you know how much I love you," Chloe said as soon as I turned back around. I sat down next to her on the bed.

"Oh, baby, if you love me, why won't you show it?"

Chloe kissed me wetly on the cheek.

"I show you every day, Tom. You know I'm not interested in anyone else."

"I just need you to do this one thing for me, baby, to prove you're really mine."

"But I've never done it with anyone before."

"Just lie down, baby."

I shoved Chloe hard onto the bed. She started giggling.

"Oh, Tom! Kiss me!"

I puckered my lips in a deliberately exaggerated manner and leaned over her, and she started laughing uncontrollably.

Then I grabbed her leggings by the waistband, and pretended to pull them down as a joke. They actually moved an inch, revealing a strip of enticing bare flesh, before she shrieked and grabbed onto them, pulling them back up while she laughed helplessly.

"Don't do that!" she giggled. "I haven't got any ... I mean, what are you doing?" she said, remembering her line.

Then I rolled on top of her, but her legs were together so I had to put mine either side. I started banging uselessly against her pelvis, and she screamed with laughter again.

"This isn't right, is it?" she asked when she was able to talk again.

"You mean with my legs on the outside?"

"Yeah, you can't fuck someone like that can you?"

"You can, but it's difficult. You're supposed to spread for me."

She started giggling again, and so did I.

"Spread for you?" she asked, laughing.

"Yeah, you know, you need to open your legs for me," I replied, looking her dead in the eye, "if you want me to pop your cherry."

I held her gaze as she turned bright pink.

"Let's try it properly then, Harry," she said, smiling demurely at me.

I lifted one leg so it could swap places with hers, then did the same with the other one, so I was nestled snugly between her thighs, with my jeans rubbing against her leggings.

"Fuck me, Tom," she smiled, gazing into my eyes.

"That," I said, grinding my groin firmly down between her open thighs, "is not the line."

She sighed loudly as I rubbed myself against her. Her leggings seemed fairly insubstantial; she could probably feel more through these than she could through her jeans, I thought.

"What is the line?" she asked.

I moved my face until my mouth was an inch from hers.

"Oh, Tom, stop it! That feels so good! You're so hard!" I told her.

"Oh, Tom, stop it! That feels so good!" she began.

I ground myself between her legs once more, pushing hard so she could tell that I was already semi-erect. Her eyes widened slightly and she spoke her next line, "You're so hard!"

"You're not laughing this time?" I enquired.

"No I'm not!" Chloe replied emphatically.

"How about if I put it here?" I said, and I ground into her again. She closed her eyes and moaned sexually; it didn't sound like acting any more. It sounded like I was actually getting her off. My erection grew noticeably as a result, and she gasped.

"Oh, Tom, don't, it feels so good there," she breathed.

I lowered myself until my face was an inch from hers, and gazed into her eyes. Her pupils were large and black, and she looked a little fearful, as if she was trapped.

"I want to push it inside you," I told her, and she gasped as I ground into her again, her eyes widening slightly.

I suddenly felt extremely hot for her, in a way I hadn't felt in years. I leaned down slowly until our lips were almost touching, our mouths both slightly open, our eyes gazing deeply into each others'. Time stopped for a moment, until Chloe broke the silence with a confession.

"I'm not wearing any panties," she breathed.

Our mouths collided. Her lips were wet and hot, and felt indescribably good. I felt her tongue dart into my mouth, and mine darted back into hers, seeking it out again. We kissed passionately as I gently ground into her, stroking her face with my free hand. We both moaned with pleasure, then rolled over so we were on our sides, facing each other and still kissing, breathlessly and desperately.

My hand slipped down from her face and cupped her breast through her clothes. She responded by kissing me harder, and then my hand wandered downwards, to her stomach. She moaned softly as my fingertips grazed lightly across her navel, gasping my name when I pushed my hand into the waistband of her leggings. Her skin was smooth and hot. I pushed my hand further, deeper, lower, the leggings stretching to accommodate my arm, until I knew for sure that she was telling the truth - she wasn't wearing any panties. What's more, she shaved down there, which my wife never did.

My wife! I snapped back to reality with a start, and pulled away quickly and suddenly.

"We can't ..." I said, breathing heavily.

"I want to fuck you," she said, rolling onto her back with her legs apart. 

"But your mum's downstairs!"

"That's your line! I want to fuck you!"

"Oh!" I exclaimed, turning red. For a minute, I'd forgotten that we were rehearsing.

Without pausing I rolled back on top of her, put my arms around her body and pulled myself into her hard, pushing my groin roughly between her legs, mashing myself into her pussy as effectively as I could. She moaned louder.

"I want to fuck you!" I said.

"Ohhh, God, Tom, I want you to fuck me too, it's just ..." she said, her voice full of lust.

I rammed my groin between her legs as hard as I could, indiscriminately mashing her genitals between my body and hers. She screamed and moaned at the same time. It was the best one she'd done so far. I felt some wetness leak out of my dick and into my boxer shorts.

I looked at her lips, longing to kiss her again. She licked them slowly while I watched. My erection felt so hard in my jeans now. I wanted to grind it into her, make her feel it through her thin leggings, over and over again, until she came for me.

"Oh, God!" I said, looking into her eyes.

"It's Daisy!" she shrieked, and we both started giggling again.

I held her in a hug for a minute while we shook with laughter. Then she wrapped her legs around mine and used her calves to pull me hard into her, forcing her leggings tight up against her pussy and causing her to moan loudly again.

"Oh my God! You popped my cherry!" Chloe said, with such conviction that I wondered for a moment if I actually had.

I pushed myself up on my arms again and looked into her eyes.

"It's done now. Do you want me to stop?"

We looked at each other's lips.

"I shouldn't have kissed you," I said, breathing deeply as I ground my crotch into hers again.

"Ah, I ... I know," she said, apparently short of air.

"That was wrong," I said, as I bumped into her again, harder this time.

"You shouldn't ... uh ... do that again," she agreed in a slightly higher-pitched voice than usual.

"And you should be wearing panties," I said. "It's not fair, telling me you're not wearing panties. A man can ... lose control," I said.

"I'm glad I didn't wear them. This feels so much better," she said, and I sped up, dry-humping her faster and more roughly now.

"That's another reason you should be wearing them," I smiled.

"I, uh, disagree," she panted.

"What's the next line?" I asked.

"Mmm," she said lustfully. I could feel her getting softer between her legs now, as if her pussy was getting squishy.

"What's my next line, Chloe?" I asked again.

"Do you want me to stop," she replied.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Please don't," she said, her face getting flushed.

"No, it's 'don't you fucking dare!'," I told her, speeding up again until I was in full flow, banging her as fast and as hard as I could manage in my jeans.

"Ahhh," she said, closing her eyes. "Don't you fucking dare."

I studied her face. She was getting quite red, and her breathing was fast and shallow. She was going to cum soon. I was about to give an orgasm to a teenage girl.

Once again, reality hit me like a truck.

"And the lights dim, and we're done," I said quickly, climbing off her and brushing myself down. "OK, I've got to go now."

"What's wrong?" she panted, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Nothing's wrong. We've done the scene, and I've got to go," I said with my back to her as I started to collect my things.

She took a few deep breaths and continued.

"But, Harry, we only did it once. Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

"Well, we ... we shouldn't have kissed. Should we? That crossed a line. We're bad people. No, I'm a bad person. You're lovely. You're fucking beautiful actually. It's my fault. I'm a dick. I shouldn't have kissed you," I said.

"You're right, Harry, we shouldn't have kissed. I'm sorry," she said sweetly.

I turned around to tell her it wasn't her fault, but my eyes ended up between her legs and I stopped short.

Her leggings had ridden up between her pussy lips, leaving a visible camel-toe, and radiating from that was a dark circle stretching three inches in each direction. She must have been soaking wet underneath.

Suddenly I felt painfully hard. I couldn't take my eyes off her wet leggings. Had she actually cum, or was this just in preparation? It was incredible. I couldn't help wondering what her pussy felt like when it was that wet.

My eyes gravitated to her crotch, and that's when I noticed the hole: a penny-sized circle in the dead centre of the wet patch, right between her legs.

"Oh God, there's a hole in your leggings," I blurted out huskily, without meaning to.

"Where?" she said innocently, looking down.

I leaned down closer, my finger hovering over the hole, just grazing the loose cotton thread that had caused it. I could feel the damp warmth from her pussy on my skin. I gulped and looked up at her.

"It's in a rather unfortunate place, I'm afraid," I said.

"I can't see," she said, struggling to sit up. "Show me."

"Show you how?"

"I don't know, use your imagination," she said sarcastically.

I looked into her eyes questioningly, my eyebrows raised. She just returned my stare impatiently.

"OK, then. It's right here," I said. Then I pushed my finger gently into the hole.

"Oh!" Chloe squeaked when she felt my finger touch her pussy inside her leggings. Her flesh was hot, and I couldn't believe how wet she was. Her eyes went wider and wider as my finger slipped effortlessly between her tender pussy lips, sliding freely until it met resistance, and I realized I was pressing right against her virgin entrance.

Time stood still for a moment. Chloe didn't attempt to move or push me away, she just sat there staring at me, breathing heavily, with a shocked expression on her face.

"Are you going to leave your finger right there?" she eventually whispered.

"Sorry," I replied, and I pushed slowly but firmly until it started to enter her.

"Ahhhh!" Chloe cried out in pleasurable disbelief, her hands gripping tightly to the bedclothes as her head fell backwards onto the duvet. Her whole body was tense, and she was incredibly tight around my finger, but she was getting more slippery with every passing second. I gradually pushed further in until my finger was buried an inch deep inside her soaking wet pussy, clenched firmly by her muscles.

Then her whole body bucked violently on the bed. She lifted her head up and looked at me in confusion.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" she asked breathlessly.

I snatched my hand back quickly.

"Shit!" I said, looking at my wet finger, shocked at myself.

There was a moment of stunned silence. Chloe sat up slowly on the bed, looking slightly dazed.

"What the hell just happened?" she asked confusedly.

"It was, er, an accident," I said, trying to look innocent.

"You just fingered me, Harry," she breathed.

"No I didn't!" I protested.

"I felt it go right inside me," she replied softly.

I looked into her eyes and growled, remembering the feeling of her warm wet pussy clutching the end of my finger.

"I think ... OK, er, maybe it did go... a little bit ... inside you," I admitted.

Chloe blinked a few times, breathing deeply, and her face relaxed some more.

"Fucking hell," she said.

"I'm really sorry, Chloe. I didn't mean to do that. I was just trying to show you where your hole was," I said despondently.

Suddenly Chloe burst out laughing.

"Well you certainly found my hole!" she said, and I started giggling too.

"I guess I did," I replied.

"God, that's going to stay with me forever. The first person to ever finger me: Harry Harding. Bet you never thought that would happen!" she laughed.

"No, I guess I didn't," I smiled back.

"Wow," she said, leaning back on her hands and smiling to herself. "So do you want to ..."

Suddenly I was hit by panic.

"You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"

"God, no!" she replied without missing a beat, "I'd die if anyone knew I'd been fingered by a 40-year-old!"

"Oh, thanks!" I exclaimed loudly, suddenly feeling very old.

"That doesn't mean you can't ..."

"Well, you know, maybe you should just throw those leggings out, Chloe. A hole like that can get you into a lot of trouble!" I spluttered, and I ran out of the room and down the stairs.

"Harry, wait!" she called after me.

"Especially if you're not wearing any panties!" I yelled back at her, then I stormed through the front door and slammed it behind me, barely noticing Chloe's mum on the sofa.



The Scene Ch. 03: Props Department



I was chatting to my friend Mark at the theatre group the following Monday when Chloe and her mum arrived. Chloe and I exchanged meaningful glances, but we didn't speak until the rehearsal was almost over; I was sitting outside on a bench, smoking on my own, when she suddenly appeared next to me.

"I just wanted to say I was sorry," Chloe said.

"For what?" I asked, surprised.

"You know. What I said the other night. I didn't mean it at all how it came out."

I smiled at her reassuringly.

"Oh, Chloe, that's fine."

"Well I wanted to explain, that's all. All I meant was that I wouldn't tell anyone. That you can count on my, you know, discretion or whatever."

"Yeah, I thought that's what you probably meant. It's fine."

"I mean it, though. I won't say a word about anything to anyone, not even my mum!"

She looked around quickly to make sure nobody was eavesdropping, then leaned in to me and spoke in a low sultry voice.

"Harry, whatever happens in my bedroom ... stays in my bedroom," she said.

I smiled and blushed at the same time.

"Well it's really sweet of you to say so, Chloe. But still, it was really wrong of me to ... you know."

I took a deep breath, trying to stop myself thinking about how I'd accidentally fingered her the week before.

"I don't think what you did was wrong. I thought it was really ... nice," Chloe said, smiling.

I gulped, the memory of her shocked but pleasured moans bouncing around in my head. I felt an erection start to stir in my jeans.

"Didn't you?" she asked sweetly.

The way her tight wet pussy had felt, almost sucking on my finger, was unforgettable.

"Yeah, well ... maybe I did. But, you know, I'm not really at liberty to ... you know, do stuff like that with you."

Chloe looked a little disappointed for a second.

"Well no, I get that. It was just an accident. But you know, accidents can happen!" she smirked.

I smirked back. "I guess they can," I agreed.

"You just have to be more careful where you stick things next time, Harry," Chloe grinned at me.

"Next time. Yeah. Er ..."

"There's going to be a next time, right?" she asked anxiously.

"Well that's what I wanted to discuss with you, Chloe."

"Oh. What's wrong?"

"Well I've been thinking about the way we kissed last time."

"Yeah, so have I Harry. I've thought about that a lot. But ... I guess you're going to say we can't do that any more either, right?"

"No, that's what I'm trying to say. We can."

"We can?!" she exclaimed happily.

"Well, I don't think kissing ... I don't think it really counts as 'cheating', as it were. Especially if it's stage kissing, for a play. You know, like you said, you get married actors, and they have to kiss other actors. It's like part of their job."

"Exactly, Harry. That's exactly what I was thinking."

"So I made a decision. That it's OK to kiss you, as long as it's for this part. You need to be able to draw from that when you're acting with Brian. I mean, you don't have to, you probably don't really want to kiss a guy my age anyway, but if you want then I don't mind, you know, kissing you some more, just for your acting, to help you at college."

"So we can rehearse it again?"

"Yes, Chloe, we can."

Chloe suddenly got very excited. She stood up in front of me, bouncing happily, with her little black skirt swishing enticingly around her legs.

"Oh, God, thanks Harry! You had me so worried then. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since the other night. Because, you know, Brian's so bad, and I felt like we were making real progress. You're such a great teacher, Harry."

"Oh, I don't think I really,er, ..."

"Well, I want you to know that I really appreciate what you're doing, and I really owe you one for this."

"Oh there's no need for that."

Chloe looked at the floor and started fiddling nervously with the hem of her skirt. Then she looked me dead in the eye.

"I'm serious, Harry. I owe you a favour ... and it can be anything you want," she said, and I'm sure she lifted her skirt slightly as she emphasized the word 'anything'. I felt my erection harden in my jeans, and my mouth went dry. Then she fluttered her eyelashes at me, and I started to feel a little flustered.

"OK, well thanks, and, er, yeah, we can rehearse it again. But I want to see you in your panties next time."

"Harry!" she said in mock surprise.

"What? No! I mean, I want you to wear panties. No going commando. It's too ... er, too much."

"OK, I'll make sure to wear some nice panties next time you come over. Anything else?"

"Well, you know, let's just tell my wife that it's reading. I really don't think she'd appreciate me, you know, 'tutoring' you on kissing and ... well, just kissing."

"But I thought you said it wasn't cheating?"

"Well it's not. But that doesn't mean my wife would necessarily approve of it."

"Well you know we ain't doing anything wrong, Harry."

"Just to avoid a misunderstanding."

"OK, then, just to avoid a misunderstanding," she said, smirking.

--

The third time Chloe opened her front door to me, I think my jaw dropped a little. The weather had warmed up significantly that week - it was approaching summer. Chloe was dressed appropriately, I thought. She had another little vest top on, white this time, with a green bra underneath which was pretty much on show. Underneath that she was wearing a little floaty skirt, from which her smooth, bare legs emerged. I had to admit to myself, she looked ravishing.

"My knickers came!" she said as soon as she saw me.

"That's ... nice," I said, a little taken aback that my erection had ignited before I'd even got into the house.

"We can practice with them tonight!" she said excitedly, looking over her shoulder at her mum.

"She told me a bit about the scene, Harry. I must say, you're very brave," her mum called to me as I walked into the house.

"Well, Chloe said it's all about exploring your boundaries as an actor," I explained carefully.

"Yeah, well, her knickers are a boundary I don't want exploring!" her mum blurted out.

"Mum!" Chloe yelled.

"I can assure you, Mrs Cox, I have no intention of exploring inside your daughter's knickers," I said, praying to God that my face didn't show what I was thinking: I'd only ended up with my finger inside her daughter last week because she hadn't been wearing any.

Chloe looked disappointed for a second, but it soon turned to anger.

"Oh my God, mum, you're so embarrassing! Harry's being really nice helping me and you're being so rude to him! God!" Chloe yelled, and she stormed upstairs.

The bedroom door banged, and there was an awkward silence for a minute.

"Your daughter's no slut, Pam," I finally said. "But she is eighteen. Someone's going to get inside her knickers sooner or later," I said, trying to keep a serious face on.

"I know, but she's still my little girl," her mum said. "Maybe you could use this opportunity to give her a bit of a prod yourself?"

"A ... prod?" I asked quizzically.

"You know, in the right direction. Give her the benefit of your years of experience."

"But I don't have much experience with girls that age."

"Yeah but you know what boys that age are like. I don't really care who she loses it to, but when it happens I do want it to at least be ... well, you know, I don't want her getting taken advantage of, like her character does in that scene."

"Oh, that. Yeah, we discussed that a bit already actually. Sure. No problem."

"I mean it's a pretty strange scene for them to be doing at college, but I guess it's OK if she's going to learn from it."

"Maybe that's the point of ..."

"Harry!" Chloe screamed from upstairs.

"You'd better go up then," her mum said.

"OK, see you later," I replied.

I went upstairs, entered Chloe's room, and closed the door. She was already sitting on the bed.

"Where are your stage knickers, then?" I said.

"I'm wearing them!" Chloe replied enthusiastically.

"Can I see?" I grinned, reaching for the hem of her skirt.

She slapped my hand away playfully.

"Do you really think I'm going to flash my knickers at you, Harry Harding? What do you take me for?" she smiled, pushing her skirt between her thighs.

"Sure, of course, I mean, I didn't realize you had them on already," I said, quietly disappointed.

"Yeah, well, it just looks like I've got nothing on. And I'm wearing a teeny-tiny little red G-string over the top. I don't want you getting all excited, Harry!" she teased.

"Maybe I'm already getting excited," I said flirtatiously. "What's wrong with getting excited, anyway?"

"Because last time you got excited I ended up with your finger in my pussy," she replied huskily.

I coughed loudly.

"Let's get rehearsing, anyway," I said, trying to will away my burgeoning erection.

"Oh, Tom, you know how much I love you."

"Oh, baby, if you love me, why won't you show it?"

Chloe kissed me on the cheek.

"I show you every day, Tom. You know I don't care about anyone else."

"Not interested."

"What?"

"You know I'm not interested in anyone else."

"Oh, right. You know I'm not interested in anyone else."

"I just need you to do this one thing for me, baby, to prove you're really mine."

"But I've never done it with anyone before."

"Just lie down, baby."

I pushed her back onto the bed and she laughed again.

"You'll have to stop laughing at this, Chloe. Try to gasp or something instead. You're being dominated and you kind of like it, right? Isn't that what you said? It's your fantasy to be dominated?"

"I said it's every girl's fantasy to be dominated."

"And you're a girl, right?"

"Harry, I wasn't talking about myself."

"Yeah but I bet you get wet when we do the scene," I said without thinking.

"Harry!" she exclaimed, and she sat upright, shocked.

The room was awkwardly silent for a minute. I looked at Chloe carefully as she bit her lip and smoothed her skirt down, looking concerned.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

She didn't reply. She looked torn.

"Chloe?"

"Is that normal?" she suddenly asked, looking up at me.

"Is what normal?"

"When a girl gets, you know, wet down there."

I chuckled to myself. "Yes, Chloe, it's perfectly normal for girls to get wet down there if they're turned on. It means they're ready to have sex."

"Well yeah, I mean, I know it can get a little bit damp down there, but ... how much is normal?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well after you went home last time ... oh my God, Harry, it's so embarrassing."

"What's embarrassing?"

"Well I got ready for bed and my leggings ... well, they were a mess, Harry. They were wet and sticky and it got everywhere. I had to throw them out in case my mum found them."

I put my arm around her to reassure her.

"Oh, Chloe, it's nothing to worry about. It's perfectly normal. You just got, er, turned on, that's all."

"But it happens every time you're here."

"You were wet both times?"

"All three times, Harry," she said calmly.

This was only the third time I'd been to her house, though. I felt myself harden when I realized she was telling me she was wet right now. I inhaled slowly as I considered my response.

"It's just because of the script, Chloe. The subject matter is sexual, so you can get a little sexually aroused. I did too, remember? It doesn't mean we actually want to fuck each other, does it?"

"Well I can't fuck you anyway. You're married, and I'm still in college; there's such a huge age gap."

"Exactly. A girl your age wouldn't want to fuck a guy my age."

"You mean a guy your age wouldn't want to fuck a girl my age!"

"Well, I don't know about that, I'm sure most guys my age would love to fuck you," I laughed.

"I don't think they would, Harry, get real, I'm too fat for a start."

"You're not fat, Chloe. Look at those legs," I said, glad of an excuse to eye her bare legs.

She looked down at her thighs, and pulled her skirt upwards until I could almost see her underwear.

"They're fat," she said flatly.

"They're lovely, Chloe. They're not too thin, they're nice and curvy; they're certainly not fat. Have you seen a fat person's legs? They don't look like yours."

"Do you really think so?" Chloe asked, half-smiling, half convinced.

"Of course. Girls your age always think they're fat. But believe me, most of you have bodies that any 40-year-old would die for."

"Would you die to have a body like mine, Harry? Be serious," she said cynically.

"I'm going to take the fifth on that," I said, eyeing her legs again.

"Take the what?"

"Never mind. Where were we anyway?"

"Oh, Tom! Kiss me!" she said.

"Oh, yeah. OK. Well, I said I'd help with the kissing for this part, and I will, but remember it's just acting, OK?" I reminded her.

"Of course," she smiled, "it's just acting."

Then I leaned down and we kissed, gently but passionately, our tongues probing. We kissed for a couple of minutes before stopping - a little longer than the scene demanded, perhaps, but it felt incredible. I was quite hard by the end.

"It's happening again," Chloe said.

"What is?"

"You know! I'm getting really ... wet."

My dick got a little harder still.

"Well, we're only doing stage kissing. I don't know why that would happen."

"Aren't you getting ..."

"What happens next?" I interrupted.

"Well I've got my stage knickers on now, so we can do the panties thing!" she said, sitting up excitedly.

"OK, let's go from after 'just lie down, baby'," I said.

"OK," she smiled, and I pushed her over, hard. She gasped loudly as if it was really turning her on.

"That's so much better, Chloe. That gasp was perfect, like you're shocked but turned on at the same time."

"It's just that my skirt flew up. You can see my panties!" she said flirtatiously.

I looked down and her skirt had flipped over onto her stomach. I could see her flesh-coloured knickers, covering her fully, coming right up to her thighs and almost up to her belly button. On top of those, she had a little red G-string. She wriggled on the bed slightly as I growled appreciatively and reached forward, smoothing my hand over the fabric of her panties.

"Oh, Tom, what are you doing?" she asked.

I grabbed her knees and pushed them wide apart, causing her to gasp loudly. I groaned with lust as I admired her smooth inner thighs, eyeing them where they curved inwards and met the edges of her thick knickers. I couldn't resist leaning down and gently kissing her smooth skin, just a few inches away from her pussy. She moaned softly.

I climbed onto the bed and lay down on top of her, holding my groin up but leaning my face right into hers.

"Oh, Tom ..." she began.

I interrupted by kissing her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She responded passionately, putting her arm around my neck and pulling me towards her. We both moaned with pleasure as we kissed desperately.

"Oh, Daisy," I said, and I stood again. I reached down for the sides of her red panties. I looked into her eyes; she was trembling slightly. I guessed it was the first time a man had ever removed her underwear. She bit her lip as I roughly pulled them off her stage knickers, and down her thighs to her knees.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I climbed back onto the bed and lay on top of her, kissing her gently as I started slowly grinding against her bare legs.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" she suddenly exclaimed, pushing me off her.

"What's wrong?" I asked, standing up again.

"It's your jeans, they're scratching my legs."

"My jeans?"

"Yeah, like the metal bits. They're really sharp!"

I scratched my head. "Ah, well, not much I can do about that, really."

"It's a hot day, Harry, I don't know how you can wear jeans on a day like this."

"I wear jeans every day. I don't have much else."

"Well then you'll have to take them off," Chloe said. And then she sat up and started messing with my top button.

"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed, trying to wriggle away from her. She grabbed my jeans and pulled me back.

"Sorry, Harry, but I don't want to wake up tomorrow covered in scratches," she replied, just before she succeeded in popping them open.

I gasped out loud. Nobody except my wife had done that in years.

"Chloe, your mum's only downstairs!" I stage-whispered. "What if she comes up and sees me in my underwear? What's she going to think?"

"God, Harry, you're right!" Chloe said, then she calmly sat up, slid off the bed, and walked over to the closed door. She slid a bolt across and turned round to face me.

"Now, take your jeans off," she calmly ordered.

"But ... but ..."

She lay back down on the bed with her legs apart, and flicked her skirt up again, so I could see her flesh-coloured knickers. They did make her look naked if you didn't look too hard, and I was trying not to look too hard.

"Look, Harry. Look at my legs. See how they're not covered in scratches?" she said sarcastically.

I looked at her legs, and I immediately wanted to take my jeans off.

"Well I know, Chloe, I don't want to scratch you, it's just ..."

"Look, we're not doing anything wrong, Harry, it's no different to getting into costume. I'm in costume, and Brian's going to be in flesh-coloured pants too."

"I'm not wearing that kind of underwear though," I said, pointing to her knickers.

"What are you wearing?"

"Boxers."

"Well, it's the closest thing we have for now."

I sighed deeply, then I unzipped my jeans and slid them down my legs. Chloe watched, smiling a little too much, I thought. My shirt hung over my boxers so she could only really see my legs - middle-aged and hairy. My massive hard-on was, fortunately, hidden from view.

"Happy now?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yes, thanks!" she replied cheerfully, her eyes studying my legs.

I looked at her nervously.

"Look, Chloe, this is going to feel different now, OK? I mean we've both been wearing jeans before. Now we're literally just in our underwear. The only thing between my ... and your ... is your stage knickers and my boxer shorts."

"That's fine, Harry. These knickers are really thick. You don't have to worry about accidentally making me cum or anything," she giggled.

My dick twitched at the thought of making her cum. I started to feel myself losing control.

I looked down at her, eyeing her smooth thighs, and the curve of her panties. I could see a small bulge between her legs, where her pussy was covered by the thick material.

I climbed on the bed and knelt between her knees, then I lowered myself onto her. For the first time, I felt her bare skin against mine. It was so warm and soft.

Then my groin touched the front of her knickers, and the end of my dick touched her leg through my underwear.

"What's wet?" she asked suddenly.

I blushed hard and stood up, then I lifted my shirt so she could see. My dick was rock-hard, and pointing left. At the end, a wet circle was visible on the white material of my boxer shorts.

Chloe's eyes went wide with shock and curiosity. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed.

"Guys get wet too, Chloe," I told her.

She put her hand out and briefly touched the wet lump under my boxers.

"Chloe!" I gasped, recoiling from the sudden electricity on the end of my dick.

She looked up at me and studied my face for a second.

"If it makes you feel any better, Harry, I'm so wet inside my knickers right now," she breathed.

"I don't need to know that!" I exclaimed, dropping my shirt down over my boxers again.

"I just meant that these knickers are thick, so it doesn't show. If it did, there would be a huge wet patch right about here," she said, putting her finger on the crotch of her underwear.

"Would there?" I asked sarcastically, trying to stop my hard-on from getting any worse.

"Yes, Harry, there would. The first time you came around, after you left, I took my jeans off, and it had soaked right through my panties. They were so wet I had to bury them in the laundry basket so my mum didn't see them."




The Scene Ch. 03: Props Department



My dick got even harder, and started pushing outwards visibly, even through my shirt. Chloe's mouth opened in shock again.

"God, does it make you hard thinking about me getting wet?" she said, biting her lip.

I nodded. "Yes, it does a bit."

Chloe grinned. "Really? Heh. Well, you know ... last time, my leggings were soaked through, because I wasn't wearing any panties underneath," she continued, teasing me on purpose now.

"I know," I admitted. "I saw how wet they were when I left."

"And you must have felt it when you fingered me," she added, putting her finger up to her mouth and licking it to illustrate the point.

My erection twitched again and I growled. Chloe just smiled at me.

"And now I'm so, so wet inside these knickers. It's pretty much sloshing around in there. Would you like to see?" she asked, and she started pushing them down to show me.

My dick pushed outwards again, painfully. I winced.

"What's wrong?" she asked, leaning back on her hands.

"It's just a bit uncomfortable, that's all."

"Sorry. I was only winding you up," she said, smiling worriedly at me.

"It's not your fault. My dick's trapped sideways. It prefers being upright when I'm this hard."

"Well why don't you put it upright then?"

"Because ... it doesn't fit. The end would peek out of the top of my boxers," I said. We both laughed.

"But that's how it would be if you were really fucking me, isn't it?"

"What, peeking out of my boxers?"

"No, upright. Not going left."

"Oh, well, yes, obviously!"

"And I've got these thick, thick knickers on."

"So?"

"So it wouldn't really matter if you did peek out a bit, would it?"

"Well, I mean, I guess it would be OK, from that point of view."

"And if you dropped your shirt again it's not like I'd see anything, is it?"

"Well, no, I could cover it up with my shirt, but that's not really the ..."

"It's acting, remember? We need to be as authentic as possible. Follow the stage directions as closely as we can."

"Yeah, but I don't think it's a good ..."

"It's about challenging ourselves as actors, isn't it? Breaking taboos? And wouldn't it be so much more comfortable? I wouldn't want you to be in any pain, Harry. You're only here to help me, I'd feel terrible if it hurt you."

Somehow, I was persuaded. I turned around so my back was to Chloe, then I rearranged myself in my boxers so my dick was upright, held in place by the waistband. The entire head peeked out of the top, the foreskin creating a crater which was full of my precum. I covered it with my shirt, double-checking to make sure nothing was visible, then I turned back around.

Chloe was still lying on the bed, her skirt was still over her stomach, but now she had her hand deep inside her knickers. She whipped it out quickly and looked at me guiltily while she pulled them up tight again.

"What were you ...?" I asked.

Chloe sat up on the bed.

"Sorry, I was just seeing how wet I was."

"And ...?"

She held her hand up and it glistened in the light. "Really fucking wet, Harry," she said.

"So am I, if I'm honest," I said.

"Can I see?" Chloe asked quickly, reaching out and grabbing the bottom of my shirt.

"You want to ..."

"I want to see your dick, Harry," she said confidently, and she started lifting her hand.

"No, Chloe," I replied, pulling my shirt out of her grasp.

She looked up at me with her big, blue eyes.

"But I just want to see it, Harry. It's only fair. After all, you did finger me last week," she smiled sexily.

I looked at her and growled as my dick became even wetter.

"Please?" she whined, fluttering her eyelashes at me.

I looked up at the ceiling and sighed resignedly.

Chloe took that as her cue. I felt my shirt being slowly lifted upwards, then I heard her gasp.

"Harry?"

"What is it?" I asked, letting my eyes drift down to hers, which were locked onto a point under my shirt.

"I just felt myself squirt into my knickers," she said matter-of-factly, not moving her eyes.

I tensed up and felt fluid gush out of me. Chloe gasped again.

"What was that?" she asked rhetorically. Then she leaned forward and gently pressed her fingertip into the pool of precum at the end of my dick.

I cried out in sudden exquisite pleasure.

"Wow," Chloe said, moving her finger slowly around, "your wetness feels amazing."

I looked into her eyes in utter disbelief. I couldn't understand how someone so inexperienced was making me feel this way. My wife wasn't this adept.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, smiling up at me.

I couldn't even nod. It felt way too good.

"How about if I do this?" she asked, and then she pushed her finger down inside my foreskin.

"Oh my God, Chloe!" I cried, shuddering. I almost came there and then. Her acrylic nail was scratching right against my frenulum. It felt amazing. Nobody had ever done that to me before.

Suddenly her finger was gone, and I was left breathing like a fish out of water. I felt my shirt float down, covering me up again.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," she said apologetically.

"I ... it ... didn't ... hurt," I stuttered.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh my God, Chloe, you shouldn't have done that!"

"Sorry," Chloe grinned at me, "it was an accident."

"An accident?!" I exclaimed.

"Like when you accidentally fingered me last week," she grinned. "I just accidentally fingered you back. So now we're even."

"You ... fingered me?"

"I put my finger into your dick. That's fingering you, isn't it?"

"I ... I don't know what you call that, Chloe. No-one's ever done that to me before."

"Oh. Didn't you like it?"

"I ... er, well, er, yeah. I mean, actually it was ... the best thing anyone's ever ... just, er, just don't do it again. Please."

Chloe beamed with pride.

"It was just an accident, Harry, I hope you can forgive me," she purred sexily.

"OK, well, I forgive you, just this once. Just try not to have any more accidents like that," I said, trying not to smile.

"I promise," she said, winking.

I coughed, and felt more wetness ooze out of me.

"Shall we continue the scene then?" she asked.

"I forgot where we were," I admitted.

"You just took my panties off. They're on the floor. Now you climb between my legs and start grinding me. OK?"

"Sure," I said, then I climbed back onto the bed, and lowered myself onto her, feeling the gorgeous sensation of her bare legs against mine again. I lowered my groin onto hers, until the shaft of my dick was rubbing between her legs, where her clitoris would be. I doubted she'd feel much through the stage knickers, but I felt like I was on a hair trigger.

"Oh, Tom, stop it! That feels so good! You're so hard!"

"How about if I put it here?"

I slid backwards so the end of my dick, peeking out of my underwear, was directly on her crotch. I pushed gently, lubricating the material with my wetness. It felt amazing; the outer fabric was silky, and I could feel it yield slightly beneath me.

"Oh, Tom, don't, it feels so good there."

"It does," I agreed.

"Is that where you would really be?"

"If I was really going to fuck you? Pretty much. Maybe a bit lower."

"Where exactly?"

"Well it's hard to tell, I can't really feel anything through these knickers," I said, rolling off her and stroking the front of them with my hand.

"What if I was wearing some different ones? Like some cotton ones or something. Would you be able to feel it then?"

"Well yeah, but ..."

"Oh, God, Harry, thanks, you're so amazing," she said, and she kissed me on the cheek and went over to her drawers before I could say anything else.

She bent over and rummaged for a little while, then walked over to the door. She giggled when she remembered why it was locked.

"I guess I'd better get changed in here, then," she said. "Turn around, Harry, I don't want you seeing everything!"

I turned my back to her, but couldn't help noticing the large mirror on her dressing table.

I watched as she reached under her skirt and pulled her flesh-coloured knickers down to her ankles, bending over to pick them up and flashing her bare ass at me in the mirror. Her legs came apart slightly as she unhooked them from her ankles, and for a moment I saw her naked pussy, glistening wet and slightly pink. Then she slipped a white pair of panties over her feet and pulled them up quickly, adjusting them under her skirt.

She turned around and immediately caught my eye in the mirror.

"You can turn around now, Harry," she said, grinning knowingly at my reflection. It wasn't until she glanced down and smiled at my hand under my shirt that I even realized I was touching myself.

I turned around to face her, smiling guiltily.

"Look," she said, and she lifted her skirt. The panties had the words "FUCK ME" written in bright red across the centre.

"Did your mum buy you those?" I laughed.

"I don't mean the writing, I mean the material. It's much thinner. You'll be able to tell where you are now!"

"OK ..." I said hesitantly.

Chloe laughed, and she jumped onto the bed, lying down with her legs apart. Her skirt drifted down, covering the crotch of her white panties.

"Let's do this," she said, and she pulled her skirt up around her waist, revealing a small wet spot between her legs.

I growled loudly, and I couldn't stop myself reaching down and gently stroking her there. Chloe gasped with pleasure, and suddenly her panties were wet beneath my fingers. I glanced at her in surprise.

"I just squirted again," she said, smiling bashfully.

I looked at her face in silent amazement as I climbed onto the bed and leaned down and kissed her. She kissed me back, deeply, and started gently scratching my back with her nails. I was mesmerized as the sensation drifted down my spine, lower, lower, and lower still. Then her fingers were inside my boxer shorts. I gasped as I felt the elastic stretch, and then, a second later, I felt it tighten again, halfway down my thighs. I inhaled sharply when I felt the cool air on my dick

"Do you mind?" she asked sweetly.

I replied by pushing my naked erection down against the crotch of her cotton panties. Chloe moaned with pleasure. She was much more squishy this time, like it had been with her leggings, but now I could feel her warm damp underwear right against my skin. I started grinding against her and she immediately started shaking.

"Oh, Tom, stop it! That feels so good! You're so hard!"

"You want to know where it goes, then?" I asked her, my mouth suddenly dry.

Chloe nodded. "Show me," she said confidently.

I raised myself up on my knees and put my hands between her legs, feeling her damp crotch with my fingers. She moaned deeply as I started running my fingers up and down, pushing her panties between her pussy lips and feeling for her pussy hole. I was deliberately teasing her, feeling her up as much as I thought I could get away with. She kept convulsing slightly, and each time I could feel her knickers getting wetter and wetter. Eventually I stopped, my finger pushing her slippery panties gently against her opening, creating an indent. She was shuddering gently beneath me.

"How about if I put it here?" I asked her.

She gulped, her eyes wide.

"OK?" I asked.

She nodded.

I lowered myself back down onto her, and pushed the end of my dick against the crotch of her panties. I pushed gently, feeling my way down the slick material, until I found the little nest I'd made, right over the entrance to Chloe's pussy.

"Right there?" she asked.

I took a deep breath; I'd been holding it without realizing.

"Yeah, right there," I said.

"I can't really feel it though. Can you press in a bit more?"

I pushed my dick against her panties, forcing them further between her pussy lips, and making her moan again.

"Can you feel it now?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," she nodded quickly. "I can definitely feel it now."

"So that's where it is," I said.

Suddenly her breathing became really heavy, like she was hyperventilating.

"Oh God, I feel really strange," she said suddenly.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Good strange," she smiled weakly.

"How do you mean?"

"Well, I mean ... I can't help thinking that these panties are the only thing stopping you from taking me right now," she replied breathlessly.

"I'm not going to ..."

"It's weird, though. I kind of wish they weren't there. I kind of wish you would."

"But I'm twenty years older than you are."

"I know, Harry. But I think I want this."

We stared into each other's eyes for a long minute, then I felt her hand snaking down between us. Her panties rubbed against me for a second, and then they were gone. She'd pulled the crotch to one side. My dick was now resting right against her naked pussy lips, my wetness seeping slowly over her skin.

"Chloe ..."

"Oh, Tom, don't, it feels so good there," she interrupted, without blinking.

I stared at her, eyes wide, and my jaw dropped.

"It feels - so - good there," she said again, her eyes fixed onto mine.

I tensed up. My heart was pounding in my chest. She shifted slightly lower on the bed, and I felt her pussy lips yield, opening beneath me. The end of my dick was suddenly bathed in her wetness. She moaned gently at the sensation.

"Chloe, what do you think you're ..."

"Just say your line, Harry."

"Chloe, my dick is right ..."

"Please. Just say it," she whimpered.

"I want to ... push it ... inside you ... I want to ... fuck you," I gasped, my erection now desperately hard.

"Ohhh, God, Tom, I want you to fuck me too, it's just ..." she carried on without missing a beat.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of her wet pussy lips enveloping my dick, and the warm and inviting opening that was dead ahead of it.

"It's just ..." Chloe repeated insistently.

I opened my eyes and studied her face. She was gazing at me expectantly.

"Oh, God," I said, leaning down to kiss her. The movement pushed my dick further against her, and she sighed softly as she felt the pressure start to build. My tongue snaked slowly into her mouth. Her legs twitched as I felt her virgin pussy begin to slowly open up beneath me. 

"Ohhhh," she moaned, and I felt like I was about to enter heaven itself.

Suddenly there was a sound from the door. Someone was trying the handle.

We both leapt off the bed with a shriek.

"Chloe? Why's this door locked?" her mum shouted.

I quickly pulled my boxers up and stuffed my dick back into them while Chloe adjusted her panties.

"Just a minute, mum," Chloe called.

I pulled my jeans on as quickly as I could, almost toppling over several times, while Chloe stood by the door watching me with an increasingly amused expression on her face.

The second I had the button done up, she had the door open.

"Sorry mum, me and Harry were just fucking," Chloe laughed.

"Are you wearing any knickers, young lady?" her mum asked aggressively.

"I should go," I said, panicking slightly at the sight of her stage knickers sitting in a soggy heap by the window.

"You can stay right where you are, Harry. Chloe?"

"Yes, mum, of course I'm wearing knickers," Chloe chimed, rolling her eyes. Then she lifted up the side of her skirt, showing her mum a white band of cotton fabric. Dry cotton fabric, without the words "FUCK ME" on them. I breathed a sigh of relief at the girl's ingenuity.

"They're not your stage knickers," her mum pointed out. I held my breath.

"Those were chafing me a bit, to be honest, mum, so I changed out of them," Chloe replied. I exhaled.

"Well at least you kept something on," her mum said, satisfied. Then she turned to me.

"OK, well it's time for Chloe to go to bed now, so you'd better get off home," she said sternly, and she turned and walked back downstairs, leaving the door open.

"Fucking hell, Chloe, your mum almost caught me in my underwear!" I stage-whispered to her.

She turned around and grinned at me.

"That's not all she almost caught you doing!" she smirked.

"Oh my God!"

"Chill, I've had guys in their underwear here before, you know!"

"Married guys? With their dicks out? Dripping wetness everywhere? Moments away from ..."

Chloe laughed.

"I know, it was quite exciting, wasn't it!" she exclaimed.

"Now, Harry!" her mum shouted from downstairs.

"I'd better go," I said, and kissed Chloe quickly on the cheek before walking downstairs, limping slightly.



The Scene Ch. 04: The Fourth Wall



"My mum had a massive go at me the other night after you left," Chloe said to me when we were alone at the theatre group the following Monday.

"What about?"

"My knickers."

"But you were wearing your knickers. You even proved it!"

"Yeah, but the time before, you yelled up the stairs about me not wearing any."

"Oh," I blushed. "Sorry about that. I was mad."

"No shit. It's OK, I told her I was just talking about going out with no panties, and you were telling me it was dangerous because people could just, you know, grab onto me and stuff. But she didn't believe me. That's why she was such a bitch about it before you left."

"What did she say afterwards?"

"Well that's the weird thing. She said after your conversation she trusted you, but she didn't trust me."

"What do you mean, she doesn't trust you?"

"She says I'm going to cause you trouble."

"How?"

"For some reason, she thinks I want you to fuck my brains out!" she grinned.

"Well, I did almost ..."

"Oh, Harry, that was nothing, just the heat of the moment. Nothing happened, did it?"

"No, but only because ..."

"... and it wasn't going to."

"OK, well good, because..."

"... because you're married."

"Exactly. And I'm twenty years older than you!"

"Twenty-two."

"Thanks."

"Well that's what I told her, Harry. But she said I always had like a 'thing' for older guys. I don't what the fuck she meant by that."

"Don't ask me."

"Anyway we had a big talk and I think I reassured her. So, I mean, it's OK for you to come over again this week."

"OK, but nothing can happen."

"Nothing's going to happen."

"I'm serious."

"Nothing's going to happen, Harry."

"OK, but ... damn, I just remembered that I can't do Wednesday this week. How about tomorrow night?"

"Tuesday? I'm going out with friends. Oh, but that's in the afternoon. I should be done by about seven. Seven OK?"

"Yeah, that's fine. What are you doing with your friends?"

"Oh, we just go to this field and take a load of alcohol and get pissed. Well, they do. I just kind of look after them. Someone's got to stay sober!"

"That's very responsible of you, Chloe."

"It's kind of boring, to be honest, but these guys are so out of control something bad would happen if I didn't look out for them."

"Well that's their problem. You're entitled to have as much fun as they do."

"Hmm, we'll see. Maybe I'll drink a little bit. Anyway, see you tomorrow night!"

--

I showed up and Chloe's mum opened the door in her coat.

"Hi, Harry, come in," she said flatly.

"Hi, Pam. Thanks," I said, walking through the door.

I looked around but there was no sign of Chloe.

"She's been upstairs for the last half hour. She hasn't shown her face since she got back from the park and called me a bitch," Pam replied to my unasked question.

"Oh. Er, do you want me to leave?"

"Do whatever you like with her," she said. "I'm going for a walk." Then she shouted upstairs, "I'm going out now then, since you asked so nicely!" There was no reply.

Chloe's mum left the house and slammed the door loudly behind her. I watched her walk past the window, then I bounded up the stairs.

I entered Chloe's room and she was sitting on the bed looking very red-faced and breathing heavily. She was looking up at the door, with a slightly confused expression on her face, but it melted into a grin when she saw me.

"Hi, baby!" she slurred enthusiastically.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's just so hot today, isn't it? I'm boiling!"

"It's not that hot. Do you want me to get you a drink of water?"

"No, I'm fine. Just come over here. I want you grinding on me right now!" she said excitedly.

"Well that doesn't come until later," I pointed out, locking the door behind me.

"You don't have to lock it, Harry, my mum just went out."

"Yeah, I know. What did you say to her?" I asked, walking towards the bed.

Chloe didn't reply, but as soon as I was within reach she lunged forward and attacked the top button on my jeans.

"Get your jeans off, lover boy," she grinned at me.

"Slow down!" I hissed, but I didn't pull away this time. I allowed her to unfasten them and pull them down. She looked at the bulge in my pants with hungry eyes. 

"Mmm, you're getting hard for me already," she said.

"Chloe, about your mum ..."

"Let's get your pants off, too," she laughed, then she started trying to remove my boxer shorts.

"Chloe!" I exclaimed, pulling away from her.

"What?" she asked sarcastically.

"Your mum. You shouldn't be so rude to her."

"It got her out of the house didn't it?" Chloe smiled.

"Why did you want to get her out of the house?"

She reached forwards and grabbed my boxer shorts once more.

"So you can fuck me," she said, yanking my boxers down far enough that my dick sprang out.

"Chloe!" I yelled, and I shoved her away. She fell backwards onto the bed and gasped theatrically.

"Oh, God, Harry, I love it when you dominate me," she said, grinning. "It makes me so wet," she breathed while she eyed my dick.

"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed, shoving it back into my underwear.

"You like it when I'm wet, don't you Harry?"

"Chloe, we agreed nothing would happen. Last week was just ..."

"Last week was amazing," she smiled. "You were this far from popping my ..."

"No I wasn't! We've already had this conversation, and we agreed that nothing was going to happen last week!"

"But you and I both know that's not true," she winked at me.

I coughed guiltily.

"That's what we agreed, Chloe," I said, raising my eyebrows at her.

Then Chloe flipped her skirt up, showing me her underwear. She was wearing a pair of black silky panties over a pair of quite flimsy-looking cotton knickers.

"So you don't want this, then?" she said, smiling victoriously when she saw the look on my face.

"Chloe, please ..."

She put her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and pulled them half an inch downwards.

"Don't you understand, Harry? These are coming off, and then you can do anything you want to me."

I gulped hard, my erection pressing urgently against my underwear.

"What are you going to do to me first?" she asked seductively.

"Nothing! For fuck's sake, Chloe, can we just get on with the scene? I came over to help you rehearse, not to ..."

She sat up and smoothed her skirt back down, grinning at me.

"OK, if that's how you want to do it! Oh, Tom, you know how much I love you."

I sighed with relief, and sat down on the bed next to her.

"Oh, baby, if you love me, why won't you show it?"

Chloe leaned over and kissed me wetly on the lips. She tasted strongly of alcohol.

"I show you every day, Tom. You know I don't give a shit about anyone else. I'm yours for the taking, you just have take it," she said, staring intently at me.

"I just need you to do this one thing for me, baby, to prove you're really mine."

"But I've never done it with anyone before. I need to get laid. I'm sick of being a fucking virgin."

"Er, just lie down, baby."

I pushed Chloe more gently than normal, and she breathed in sharply and gave a little wounded cry as she fell to the bed.

"Oh, God, Harry, fuck me now," she said breathlessly.

"Chloe ..."

"Kiss me then."

I leaned over and kissed her gently. She gave a high pitched moan and kissed me back tenderly. Our tongues ran over each other, and her breathing seemed to get deeper, and more irregular.

"Oh, Daisy!" I said. Then I flipped her skirt up, revealing her twin pairs of panties again. I reached up and grabbed the silky top layer, noticing how wet the ones underneath were.

"Ohhh!" she moaned suddenly. I looked up at her in concern. She just shook her head at me impatiently. "Get my fucking panties off!" she said.

I pulled her black panties down, and she immediately started trembling.

"Are you cold?" I asked.

"No, Harry. Get my panties off!"

"I did."

"My knickers, then!"

"Just say your line."

"You need to get my knickers off if you're going to fuck me."

"Chloe, I'm not going to fuck you."

"In the play, stupid! You fuck me in the play!"

I climbed between Chloe's legs. She was visibly shaking now. I lowered myself onto her and pushed my groin against hers. She cried out as I made contact. Then I started grinding on her gently. She instantly started bucking underneath me.

"Are you sure you're OK?" I asked, pausing for a second.

"Why have you stopped? Keep going! God, keep going! Please!" she cried.

"What is wrong with you today?"

"I can't help it! I need it so bad it fucking hurts!" she screamed at me.

I stood up and looked down at her, lying on the bed with her legs apart and her panties on show. I could see now how wet they were; the whole area between her legs was soaked through, and they weren't even pulled on properly - they were severely off-centre, with one edge almost between her pussy lips.

"What were you doing this afternoon?" I asked her quietly.

"Look at my fingers," she said proudly, holding two of them up for me.

They were wrinkly, like she'd just got out of the bath.

"You had a bath?"

"No, Harry, you doofus! I've been fingering myself!"

"When?!" I gasped.

"Just before you arrived. You almost walked in on me doing it. Mmm, I kind of wish you had now."

"You've been drinking, haven't you?"

"Maybe."

"How much have you had?"

"Just some vodka."

"And that made you horny?"

"No, Harry! You make me horny! You make me so wet!"

"But I wasn't even here!"

"No, but I can't stop thinking about you! I left my friends and came home because I had to change my panties. They were fucking soaked, Harry. I put some clean ones on, and I put my little black panties on top, so I'd be ready for you. But I could feel I was soaking through the new ones too, so I pulled them to the side to wipe myself up and when I did that, well, it felt so good, and before I knew it my finger was right inside me. I didn't mean to do it, it just sort of happened."

I growled loudly.

"Does that make me a slut?"

"No, Chloe, it doesn't make you a slut. Lots of girls finger themselves."

"But I mean I lost track of time, like, totally. Next thing I know I've got two fingers inside and I'm moving them really fast. God, you should have done that, it was so awesome. And then you rang the doorbell, and I started thinking about what would have happened last week if mum hadn't interrupted. I pretended like my fingers were your dick going inside me, and then this really weird tingling feeling came over me and I felt like I was going to explode. I felt so hot and I was kind of shaking and I felt like I really needed to pee but, like, out of the wrong hole, and I was just about to like drown in this feeling but then I heard you coming up the stairs and I nearly had a fucking heart attack! I just had time to get my fingers out and then you came in and found me."

"God," I said. I was literally hard as a rock by now.

"What?" she said, excitedly looking at my expression.

"Nothing," I replied quickly.

"Does the idea of me fingering myself turn you on?"

My eyes widened.

"It does, doesn't it?" she laughed, standing up and clapping delightedly.

"Well it does sound like you nearly made yourself cum."

"I think I did, Harry. I think I almost cummed for the first time ever," she said seductively, moving closer to me.

"Haven't you ever had an orgasm before?"

She put her hands around my waist and looked up into my eyes.

"I told you, Harry, I'm completely inexperienced. The most I've ever done was have your finger inside me for like two seconds."

"So you don't masturbate?"

"Not until tonight," she smiled, pressing herself against my chest.

"Oh God, so that was the first time you've ever touched yourself?" I asked, looking down into her big blue eyes.

"Yes, Harry, that was my first ever time," she purred.

"Fuck," I breathed.

There was a moment of tension, then Chloe stepped backwards.

"You nearly walked in on me doing it, too. I didn't even get to finish," she said matter-of-factly, turning back towards the bed.

I mewled with disappointment.

"Damn!" she laughed, turning back to face me. "I shouldn't have stopped, should I? I should have just carried on. Imagine the look on your face if you'd walked in on me fingering myself right as I was cumming!"

I growled loudly and she laughed.

"Are you hard?" she said, looking down at my crotch.

"Rock hard," I admitted.

"I bet you wish I hadn't stopped. I bet you'd like to watch me finger myself, wouldn't you?"

"Oh God, Chloe, I've always ..." I trailed off, feeling guilty at myself.

"You've always what?"

I took a deep breath.

"I've always wanted to watch a girl do that. It's kind of a huge fantasy of mine. It would have been so fucking hot to walk in on that."

"Nobody's ever done that for you?"

"No. Most girls are too shy, I guess. Once my girlfriend did it under the duvet, but she was just teasing me, she probably wasn't even touching herself. She certainly didn't ... finish."

"So your fantasy is to watch a girl make herself cum? Like, properly watch her do it?"

I gulped and nodded. "Yeah. Does that shock you?"

"I don't mind," she said soothingly.

"My wife minds," I said, looking downwards in shame. "She thinks it's disgusting."

Chloe laughed. "That's not what I meant," she smiled, then she reached around and unfastened her skirt, letting it drop to the floor.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, unable to take my eyes off her thighs and her panties - which now seemed even wetter than before.

"Like I said, I don't mind fingering myself. While you watch. Would you like that?"

My jaw dropped.

"Oh God, Chloe ... but you can't!"

"You don't want me to finger myself for you?"

"I mean, it would be so ... but ... you really can't."

Chloe chuckled to herself.

"And how exactly are you going to stop me?"

"What?!"

"I mean, what would you do if I just started taking my panties off, like this ..."

Then she started pulling them down while I watched. Her pussy was freshly shaven, and glistening wet, and it looked perfect - untouched. I literally started drooling. I had to adjust myself in my boxer shorts, putting my dick vertical, because it was getting too painful otherwise.

"You're really hard, aren't you?" she asked rhetorically. I nodded.

Chloe lay back down on the bed, naked from the waist down, with her legs slightly open, and she looked up at me nervously. My heart was thumping as I cast my eyes down between her thighs and admired her naked pussy for the first time. All that was visible was her smooth, swollen outer lips, which pressed against each other in a flawlessly straight line going downwards, only parting very slightly at the bottom where thick fluid was slowly oozing out of her.

"You are so, so beautiful," I said. She gave me a shaky smile.

"Do you want me to show you what I was doing before you arrived, then?" she asked.

I gulped and nodded.

"OK," she smiled weakly, then she put her hand down and pressed one extended finger gently against her pussy. I watched as her lips parted wetly around it, and she started slowly rubbing herself between them. I felt some liquid leak out of my dick.

"Well I started out just rubbing myself like ... mmm, like this," she said.

I nodded, trying to look serious, but I could tell my mouth was hanging open and my eyes were wide. She noticed how turned on I was, and it seemed to spur her on.

"Then I put my finger inside myself like this," she said, and her hand changed shape. Then, as she pushed her middle finger deep inside herself, she gave a long, low moan of pleasure.

"Then I started fingering myself," she continued, and she started moving her hand slowly in and out. I could hear her finger slopping inside her; she must have been soaking wet.

"So that's how you masturbate, then," I said.

"Doesn't everyone do it the same?" she asked.

"No, everyone does it differently, I guess."

"How do you masturbate, Harry?" she asked.

"Well, usually I ..."

"Show me."

"What?"

"You're watching me touch myself. I want to watch you touch yourself too. It's only fair."

"But, I ..." I replied.

She started rubbing her finger around between her wet pussy lips again.

"Doesn't this make you want to wank yourself off?" she asked, with one eyebrow raised.

I took a deep breath. She was right, of course. She was finally fulfilling one of my oldest sexual fantasies and I was so turned on I could hardly function.

"Chloe ..."

"Take your shirt off," she commanded.

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor.

"Good. Now take your boxers off."

"Chloe, I ..."

"Take them off!" she ordered.

I pulled them down quickly and my dick sprang out, a long thread of precum dangling from the end. Chloe's eyes widened and she bit her lip, simultaneously pushing her finger deeper inside herself and moaning. My dick twitched hard.

"It moved!" she giggled.

"Yeah, it's got a life of its own sometimes," I smiled.

"I didn't realize it would be so big," she said.

"It's not huge," I told her, "It's ... a little larger than average, I guess."

"I used to wank my boyfriend off when I was younger. He was ... not that big," she said.

I just shrugged modestly.

"Show me how you get yourself off," she said, and she started sliding her finger in and out of her pussy.

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started slowly pumping myself while I watched her. Chloe moaned, and started fingering herself more rapidly.

"Oh, God, Harry. This is so fucking hot. Go faster."

I pumped myself faster for her, and watched her remove her finger and put two fingers inside herself. I heard a squelch as she pushed them in. She laughed.

"God, I'm fucking soaked, Harry," she said, then she started fingering herself at speed, and I increased my speed to match.

"God, Chloe, watching you finger yourself is such a fucking turn-on."

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's fucking awesome," I replied, grinning. She looked pleased with herself.

"Are you going to cum soon?" she asked.

"I'm pretty close," I replied.

"Make yourself cum. I want to see it."

I moved closer to her so I was standing between her calves, nudging against the side of the bed.

"Do you want me to squirt it on you?" I asked.

Suddenly she started shaking.

"Oh God, Harry, it's happening again," she said.

"Just go with it," I advised her.

"No, Harry," she said, and she pulled her fingers out and sat on the bed, red-faced and breathing heavily.

"Why did you stop?" I asked.

"I don't want my first ever orgasm to be from ... myself," she said pointedly.

"Oh, Chloe ..." I started.

"Please, Harry! I want you to do it."

"But I thought you were waiting for the right guy?" I asked.

"You're that guy, Harry," she said calmly.

I looked at her in shock, then I looked down at the floor. It was one of the biggest compliments I'd ever received in my life, and I didn't know how to respond.

"But I've got a wife!" I wailed despondently at the carpet.

"What if you didn't have a wife?"

I looked up at her in annoyance.

"That's a hypothetical. I do have a wife, so what does it matter?"

"It matters to me," Chloe said.

"If I didn't have a wife ..." I started, considering my response.

"Don't censor yourself, Harry, just tell it how it is," Chloe said.

"Fine, Chloe. I've never wanted to fuck anyone as badly as I want to fuck you right now," I blurted out in exasperation. I felt a great relief from finally vocalizing it.

Chloe gasped, took a deep breath, and then moaned with desire.

"Oh, Harry," she said, and her fingers went back down to her pussy. I started wanking myself off again, watching her play idly between her lips. "You nearly fucked me last week."




The Scene Ch. 04: The Fourth Wall



"I know."

"I wanted you inside me so badly. I've never felt that way about anyone before. I didn't know you wanted it too."

"God, Chloe, you're so beautiful and you're so sexy, of course I do. Who wouldn't? Sometimes I fantasize about just taking you at the theatre group."

"Taking me how?"

"Oh, well, like, I'm outside smoking and you come outside and there's no one else there, and we walk behind the building so it's private, and then I push you against the fence and rip your panties off ..."

She quickly pulled her hand away from her pussy.

"Oh, God! Stop it! I don't want to cum yet!" she cried.

"... then I bend you over the fence, grab you by the waist, and start fucking you hard."

"Oh my God, Harry, fuck me now!" Chloe cried, lying back and spread-eagling herself on the bed.

"I can't, I have a wife," I reminded her.

"I won't tell her if you don't," she said, seductively stroking her upper thighs. "You can do anything you want to me, and I won't tell a soul. Mum's gone out. Nobody will ever know."

"But you're really drunk, Chloe. You'll regret it tomorrow."

"I'm so drunk I probably won't even remember it!" she joked.

"Exactly."

Chloe sat up on the bed, took my hand in hers, and looked pleadingly into my eyes.

"Please, Harry. We both know you want to fuck me. Just do it. Just take what you want."

"No, it wouldn't be right."

"Please!" she cried.

"No!" I said, firmly.

A few seconds passed, then a door slammed loudly downstairs, breaking the silence.

"Fine!" Chloe said, suddenly angry. Then she jumped off the bed and grabbed her phone from the desk. "I'm going to give Brian a call, then."

"Brian? Why?"

"Because I need a dick inside me."

"What?!"

"Well you're not man enough to do it, are you?"

"But ... Brian?!"

"He'll drop whatever he's doing and come over and fuck me. One hundred percent guaranteed booty call," she said, scanning through her contacts.

"I'm sure he will, but ... is that how you really want to lose it? "

"You're too much of a wimp to do it, so."

"But you hate him!"

She threw the phone against the wall hard enough that the battery came out.

"I know I hate him!" she screamed. "But I need a dick inside me! I don't care whose it is!"

I walked over and put my hands on her shoulders to try to calm her down.

"Chloe ..." I started.

"Maybe I should just go to the park where all the G-heads are, and start fingering myself on a bench. I'm sure someone will take me then."

I felt like slapping her.

"Chloe, really? What's wrong with you?"

"I'm a fucking eighteen-year-old virgin! I need a dick inside me before I get any older! Fuck sake, Harry, just fuck me already! My pussy is literally aching for it! I can't wait any more! I need this now!"

"You just need to cum, that's all. Trust me, you'll feel much better when you've cum."

"Fine, so make me cum!" she yelled, and she grabbed my hand and shoved it right between her legs, smearing it with her juices.

I inhaled deeply. She was so wet. I couldn't resist flexing my fingers and feeling them slide in her fluids. She moaned loudly at the sensation.

"Oh, yes, Harry," she breathed, and I felt my erection solidifying again.

I wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her tight to me.

"I shouldn't be doing this, Chloe," I said, while my fingers played lightly between her pussy lips.

"I know, Harry," she sighed, "but I need it so badly."

"I'm married to someone else," I said, feeling myself lose control.

"Please, Harry, I'm begging you. Make me cum," she breathed.

My mouth fell to her neck and I shamefully plunged two fingers deep inside her sopping wet pussy, stretching it. She screamed in pleasure.

"Oh my God, yes!" she shrieked.

I buried my face in her shoulder and started shaking my head.

"This is so wrong," I said, as I started banging her with my hand, my fingers slopping in and out of her virgin pussy, feeling her spasm around them each time I forced them inside her.

"Do it harder!" she cried.

I looked into Chloe's deep blue eyes, then I rammed my fingers up her so hard she ended up on tip-toes in front of me, screaming with pleasure. She had to put her hands on my shoulders to keep her balance.

"Yes!" she cried. "Go faster!"

"Oh, Chloe," I sighed as I sped up, finger-fucking her rapidly while she leaned heavily on me.

Soon she was shuddering in time with my fingers.

"Oh my God, I can feel it coming, Harry! Oh fuck, oh fuck, you're going to make me cum!" she cried in ecstasy.

Suddenly I felt my shoulders slump. I let my fingers slowly slide out of her, sadly watching her youthful sex fluids dribble wastefully onto the floor.

"I can't do this," I said, dejectedly.

Chloe stood there, right on the edge of her very first orgasm, shivering and gasping in disbelief, her body still moving in time to the rhythm we'd built up. She looked at me desperately, her eyes welling up.

"Oh, God, Harry, please, just ..." she babbled, and she grabbed my hand and pushed it between her legs again. I pulled it back.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I shouldn't have led you on like that."

She looked at me, distraught, her bottom lip quivering. She gasped as she shuddered again from her nascent orgasm. She snuggled up close to me, looking up into my eyes.

"Just finish what you started ... please ... I'm begging you," she said.

"I can't, Chloe. I'm married."

She stared at me, her emotions bubbling inside her, and she started shaking her head slowly, then faster, and faster, until ...

"Augh!" she cried, then she turned around and launched herself dramatically onto her bed. She started sobbing loudly into the duvet.

I looked down at her, crying, face-down on her bed, with her bum in the air, no skirt on, no panties, and one leg bent. Nothing was left to my imagination. Her pussy lips had come apart and they were bright pink with her arousal. A little river trickled down between them, down over her clit, and onto the bedclothes. My erection stiffened as I considered the raw sexual need that she was, in more ways than one, displaying to me.

I took a deep breath, and then another one. I shook my head slowly at myself - and at the idea that had just sprung, uninvited, into my mind.

"I'll tell you what, Chloe," I said.

Chloe's sobbing stopped instantly. She turned her head sideways on the bed. "What?" she asked.

I moved up to the bed, leaned over and ran my hand up the back of her thigh, causing her to shiver.

"I can't make you cum because I'm married."

"So you keep saying," she said resentfully.

I slowly traced my fingertips down to the inside of her thigh, and saw her pussy clench, pushing another dribble of fluid out.

"But Tom isn't married," I said, and my fingers floated up and made contact with her slippery pussy lips.

Chloe gasped loudly.

"Oh God, are you teasing me?" she asked.

"No. I figured out a way to make this work," I said, sliding a finger between her lips and searching for her pussy hole.

"I ... I don't understand," Chloe said, gasping, the side of her face pressing down into the bed while her eyes frantically strained to see what I was doing behind her.

"Tom isn't married, so ..."

I paused for effect, then I started slowly pushing a finger into her unbelievably tight pussy.

"... Tom can make you cum." I said, while she shuddered and moaned with excitement, contracting around my extended digit.

"Oh, Harry," she sighed with pleasure.

"Is that OK?" I asked.

"Yes!" she cried enthusiastically.

"And you promise you won't regret this tomorrow?" I said, turning my finger slowly around inside her.

"No, Harry, I promise," she purred.

"Tom's going to give you your first orgasm, Chloe. Would you like that?"

"Tom can fuck me if he likes," she said, smiling mischievously.

"No, Chloe, I'm not fucking you. I'll just make you cum. I mean, Tom will. Tom will make you cum."

"OK ... Tom," she sighed, a glint of victory in her eyes.

I pulled my finger out and looked down at her, still face-down on the bed, with one leg raised and one straight, and her pussy easily accessible from behind. I climbed onto the bed and straddled her.

"Do you want me to turn over?" she asked, lifting her shoulder slightly so she could look back at me.

I pushed down on her shoulder roughly, pinning her back down to the bed and pushing the side of her face into the duvet. She gasped with surprise.

"No, Chloe. Stay exactly where you are."

I slid backwards and lay on top of her, resting my arms on her back and pinning her down.

"I can't move!" she said, wriggling helplessly.

"That's the idea," I replied, "if you could move, there's no telling what you might do."

Then I lowered my pelvis and allowed my dick to slide up her thigh and nestle between her pussy lips, gently nuzzling against her rock-hard clit. She started trembling as soon as she felt it.

"Oh my God, Harry, this is so ..."

"Say your line," I interrupted.

She took a deep, shuddering breath.

"Oh, Tom, mmm ... stop it! God, that feels so fucking good! You're so fucking hard!" Chloe said excitedly, her head still sideways, pressed down into the duvet by my weight.

I ground into her clit from behind for a couple of minutes, while she moaned and writhed underneath me. I was enjoying feeling her wetness on my dick, and soon her trembling turned into shaking. She was close.

"So, how about if I put it here?" I said, and I slipped the end of my dick upwards, looking for the right spot. Suddenly it was resting against her entrance, and swimming in a pool of hot liquid. I gasped and looked down at Chloe. Her back was glistening with sweat, and she was shivering.

"It feels so good there," she breathed sideways at me.

"Chloe, my dick is right on your naked, wet pussy," I told her. She moaned, and wriggled sexily underneath me, unable to do much more with my weight pressing down on her back.

"God I feel so ... vulnerable like this," she sighed.

I wrapped one arm around her neck and pushed into her firmly, stretching her entrance a little as if I was going to fuck her.

"Ohhh!" she cried, her eyes going wide.

"Do you want this inside you?" I asked.

"I can't ..." she gasped, "... I can't stop you anyway."

"Do you want me to take your virginity?"

"Do whatever you like," she breathed. "I'm completely at your mercy."

"Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"You've got me pinned down, with your dick pressing right into my pussy."

"What should I do next?"

"Anything you like, I can't stop you."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Do you want me to say it out loud?"

"Yes."

Chloe paused for a second.

"I want you to rape me," she breathed.

That was not what I had expected her to say! My dick swelled almost painfully. I pushed it against her entrance again - harder than before, but not hard enough to force my way in - then I kept pushing, gradually opening her up, suddenly intent on forcing my way all the way inside her. Chloe started shaking uncontrollably beneath me.

"Oh my God, Harry! It's happening! Fucking hell!"

I lifted myself onto my arms and reached one hand around her waist, and under her stomach, pushing my fingers down until they found the open space between her legs. The bedclothes were already soggy under her pussy. I curled my fingers up into her wetness and found her clit.

"Fuuuuck!" she yelled in amazement, as my rough skin slipped inside the hood and I touched her most sensitive spot.

Suddenly she was on her elbows and knees, pushing back so hard that she would have taken her own virginity there and then if I hadn't pulled my groin sharply backwards. Even then, I still felt her pussy open up further as she rammed it against my retreating dick.

"Take me, Harry!" she screamed. "Make me yours!"

"No, Chloe!" I cried, and I put my weight onto her back and pushed her down against the bed, hard. She cried out with delight.

I leaned down and kissed her neck. "I knew I couldn't trust you," I said quietly, and I slid my hand underneath her again, pushing my dick against her pussy while I rubbed slow circles on her clitoris.

She melted beneath me, shuddering helplessly.

"You," I told her softly, "are a very naughty girl."

"Yes," she replied breathlessly.

"What are you?" I asked, teasing her clit between my fingertips.

"I'm a ... mmm ... a very naughty girl."

"Do you know what happens to naughty girls?"

"They have to be ... punished," she whispered, trembling.

"Are you ready for your punishment?"

Chloe gently closed her eyes. I kissed up her neck and breathed softly into her ear. Her skin was red hot now. I knew it was time.

"Cum for me, baby," I breathed, then I pushed my dick hard against her pussy, opening her up so far that her virginity was hanging by a thread. Before she could even cry out I shoved my hand around and up, roughly squeezing her clit under my palm while my two fingers slid past my dick and straight into her tight wet hole.

Chloe screamed at the top of her voice as she came for the first time in her life, drenching me in gushes of warm liquid. I hugged her tight as she shook violently beneath me, crying out in pleasure over and over again while I pressed my dick and fingers into her pussy and clit, grinding the orgasm out of her, until she was suddenly silent and still.

I climbed off her slowly. She was motionless, breathing heavily, with her eyes glazed over, her face full of shock and relief.

Then she turned over onto her back, and gave me a look I can't even describe. The pleasure on her face melted my heart, and I drank it in, feeling full of love and desire for this beautiful teenage girl.

"What the hell did you just do to me?!" she asked in amazement, gasping for breath.

I sat down on the bed next to her.

"I just gave you an orgasm."

"Oh my God, Harry, that was the most amazing thing I've ever felt in my life," she panted.

"It must have been pretty good, you squirted all over me!" I grinned at her.

She breathed deeply a few more times.

"Fucking hell, that was incredible," she said, turning to smile at me.

"That's great, Chloe," I told her.

"Am I still a virgin?" she asked innocently.

"Yes, that was just my fingers," I replied.

"I don't feel like a virgin. I feel different somehow," she said.

"I guess it's a big event in anyone's life, cumming for the first time," I smiled.

She sat up on the bed.

"I'm so glad it was you, Harry," she said, as sweetly as anything.

I blushed. "You're welcome, Chloe," I replied.

"Now it's your turn!" she said, reaching for my dick.

"No, Chloe," I said, standing up quickly. She looked up at me, disappointedly.

"Oh, go on, let me make you cum. It's only fair."

"Sorry, Chloe. We've gone way too far already tonight."

"But you must be desperate for it by now!"

"I'll just get myself off later."

"But I want to do it."

I sat down next to her so we could talk more quietly.

"Yeah but you're drunk, Chloe."

She paused for a minute, thinking.

"Is that why you didn't fuck me?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"I don't understand."

"I didn't want to take advantage of you, Chloe."

"So would you fuck me if I was sober?"

"Well ... I mean ... not really, Chloe. What if you got pregnant?"

Her reply was instantaneous.

"I swear I'd never tell anyone it was yours. I'd move away and raise it myself."

"You've thought about this, then?" I asked, taken aback.

"Yeah. I'd tell everyone that I fucked a guy from college but we broke up," she said.

"OK, but ... what would you tell the kid?"

"I'd tell it that its Daddy loved us both very much and that I was in love with its Daddy but that we couldn't be together," she said.

I felt myself welling up.

"You ...?"

"I'm in love with you, Harry Harding," she said.

"That's ... amazing," I told her, and I kissed her deeply. We carried on kissing for some time. I was completely lost in the moment.

I chose not to notice when she wrapped her hand around my dick, and started pumping it slowly. It felt glorious to have her slender eighteen-year-old fingers sliding gently up and down my slippery shaft. Two of my own fingers gradually found their way between her legs, and she moaned deeply as I pushed them slowly inside her. We fell backwards onto the bed and we kissed and kissed, deeply and passionately, our moans and sighs getting more and more insistent as our hands moved faster and faster, until finally we groaned into each others' mouths with our simultaneous release.

We lay there quietly for a while, then I sat up and looked at Chloe. She was asleep, half-naked, and looking as peaceful as a baby.

I was suddenly overcome by her beauty, by her innocence, by her youth. She had her whole life ahead of her. She hadn't made the mistakes I'd made. Everything was still open to her - whatever she wanted, she just had to pursue it, and grab on to it. And here I was, a married man more than twice her age ... and I'd just got off on fingering her while she was drunk.

I felt awash with guilt at having taken advantage of her like this. I pulled the duvet cover off and gently turned her around on the bed until I could cover her nakedness up. She hardly stirred; she just mumbled "I love you, Harry" in her sleep as I tucked her in.

I cleaned myself up and snuck downstairs. The TV was on extremely loud, and her mum was on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket, and also asleep.

I switched the TV off and let myself out of the house.



The Scene Ch. 05: Curtain Call



The rehearsal that Monday was hectic. Chloe was walking to the car with her mum to leave by the time I managed to catch up with her.

"Chloe!" I called as I saw them leaving.

"Oh, hey Harry," Chloe said, turning around and beaming broadly at me.

"I'll be in Carol's car," said her mum.

"Look, Chloe, I can't make Wednesday this week. It's my birthday. I'm supposed to be going out for dinner with my wife," I told her.

"Oh! Happy birthday for Wednesday! How about Tuesday then?"

"Um, well ... I'm not sure Tuesday works either," I replied.

"Why not?"

I coughed and glanced up to make sure Chloe's mum was out of earshot, then I leaned in to Chloe and spoke conspiratorially.

"Well, er, I think we may have taken this a little ... too far," I said. "Well, rather, I have. I've taken it too far."

"But you've been a perfect gentleman, Harry," Chloe said, taken aback.

I stood upright and looked at her suspiciously.

"I really haven't."

"Oh, but you have! I mean, you didn't take advantage of me. You could have done anything you wanted to me the other night and I would have let you. You know, because I was so drunk. But you didn't. You respected me. And you stopped me making a complete fool out of myself with Brian, for which I am so, so grateful! Thanks to you, nothing happened! We just did the rehearsal, didn't we? Like normal. Maybe it was a bit, er, wetter than usual, but we didn't do anything wrong per se."

"But I was watching you ... and you were watching me ... and we were ..."

"How's that different to watching porn, Harry?"

"Well ... I don't know, it's ..."

"It's no different. Anyway the college show is on Friday night, so this will be the last rehearsal. I'm sure one more won't do any harm, will it?"

"It could do a great deal of harm, and I'm sure you don't really need another rehearsal anyway."

"Oh, but I do, Harry. You're so good at it, I learn new stuff every time we do it."

"Do you?"

"Yes! Every time! You're helping me achieve my goals as an actor, Harry. You have no idea, you really don't."

"No, I really don't."

"Please, Harry! Tell you what, if you come a little earlier we can have dinner with my mum. I'll cook, it'll be like my birthday treat. And my mum'll be home the whole time, too, so you'll be perfectly safe!" she giggled.

"Well, are you and your mum getting on OK now? Last time you were arguing."

"Harry, we had a talk. She understands that I need space to develop, and I'm not a little girl anymore. She accepts that, so she's fine with whatever now."

"Well, I don't know," I said.

"I'll even get you a birthday present," she said melodically, fluttering her eyelashes at me.

Those damned eyelashes.

"Well, OK, then. But it had better be worth it!"

"It will be, I promise!" she said, smiling to herself.

--

The last time I went to her mum's house I was in a foul mood. My wife had given me such a hard time about allowing Chloe to cook me a birthday meal. She had planned something that night, apparently, and she'd told me that I couldn't go to see Chloe. I'd just walked out anyway, tired of being ordered around. It was my bloody birthday!

As usual, though, my night turned to day when I saw Chloe - in fact my jaw pretty much hit the floor when she opened the door to me.

She was wearing a red and white cheerleader's outfit - a little pleated minidress, and long white socks that came up just past her knees. Married or not, I immediately wanted to fuck her brains out.

She gave me a big kiss on the cheek and told me, "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks," I said. "What are you wearing?"

"Dress rehearsal tonight, Harry! I did tell you the play was set in America, didn't I?"

"I don't think you mentioned that," I said, stepping through the door. Then I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "You look so sexy," I whispered into her ear. I'd always had a thing about cheerleaders.

Once I was inside she gave me a card. I opened it and read it to myself.

"Dear Harry, Thanks for 'opening me up' to new experiences! Your help has meant so much to me, Hope you have a great birthday, Love Chloe." She'd also put a dozen hearts and kisses all over it. I sighed ambivalently as I remembered all the things we shouldn't have done but had somehow ended up doing anyway.

Then she passed me a glass of red wine. She'd bought a rather nice bottle for the occasion.

"Oh, Chloe, this is so sweet. You didn't have to do all this," I said.

"I know, but I wanted to, because you've helped me so much," she smiled, and she trotted back into the kitchen to finish dinner.

The table was laid and her mum was sitting there drinking a gin and tonic.

"She's right, you know," her mum said.

"About what?" I asked.

"You've really helped her these last few weeks. I've noticed a real change in her. She's so much happier now."

"Oh, I don't know about that," I said, looking at the ground bashfully.

"It's a shame she's moving away," her mum said.

"Is she? When?" I asked, surprised and a little disappointed.

"You mean you didn't know? She's moving in with some guy in Fuxham next week, so she can be nearer to college."

"Oh. No, she didn't tell me."

"Well it's not that far, maybe you could still visit her sometimes," her mum said. "She'll probably need more help with her scenes," she continued, and I'm sure she winked at me.

Chloe came back in with two plates, put them in front of me and her mum, then went back into the kitchen.

"Oh, anyone can help her with those," I laughed.

"Not like you can, I'm sure," her mum said slyly.

Chloe returned with her own plate and sat down next to me, facing her mum. She raised her glass of Coke and said, "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" I replied, chinking her glass, then I chinked her mum's too.

"Get that down you, Harry, you've got a whole bottle to get through!"

"No one else is drinking this?" I asked.

"Neither of us likes red wine," she replied. "Well, I mean, I like it, but I can't drink it, I just get too pissed," she laughed.

"Well I'm sure one glass won't kill you," I said, holding up the bottle.

She raised one eyebrow at me. "Harry Harding, are you trying to get me drunk?" she grinned.

"Not at all, I just ..."

"You think I'm more fun when I'm drunk, don't you?" she smiled, and then she grabbed my glass and drained it in one go. "Mmm, that is nice, isn't it," she said, laughing.

I refilled my glass and started eating. It was a nice meal, fairly simple, but Chloe had made it for me which somehow made it taste a hundred times better.

"This is really good, Chloe. Thanks for cooking for me," I said.

"Oh, it's really the least I could do after all the help you've given me," she replied, and she turned her chair around a bit, to better face me.

"Well, I mean, it's been fun, hasn't it?" I replied.

"Yes, it has been fun," she replied silkily, then she moved her closest leg off the side of her chair until her right knee was touching my leg and her cheerleader skirt had ridden so far up her thigh it was only just concealing her underwear.

I coughed as I felt myself start to go hard.

"Especially our last rehearsal," she continued, and she started gently stroking the inside of her bare thigh, while she ate left-handed with her fork.

"Yes, I think we really made progress last week," I said to her.

She swallowed a mouthful and grinned widely at me. "Last week was incredible, I don't think I've ever lost myself in a role like that," she said, and she slid her hand slowly up her thigh.

"Yes you were very convincing towards the end," I replied, feeling my dick harden further at the memory of making her cum for the first time.

"I was just telling Harry you were moving away next week," her mum said, unable to see Chloe moving her hand even further upwards, taking the skirt with it.

"Oh, I'm sorry Harry, I wanted to tell you myself," Chloe said, glancing down quickly between her legs.

I followed her gaze and saw her panties - a tiny green G-string which nestled wetly between her glistening pussy lips.

"That's OK. I guess this is our last rehearsal, then?"

"Well the performance is on Friday so yeah, this is my last chance to get nailed, I mean, get it nailed," she said. Her mum stifled a giggle while I drank heavily from my wine glass.

Then Chloe slid her middle finger down and started rubbing the tiny crotch of the G-string against her pussy, while she ate one-handed in front of her mum as if nothing was going on. I coughed again and leaked precum onto my leg.

"You won't believe how good Harry is, mum. He's so experienced, he's shown me how to do every part of this scene perfectly. He's really expanded my boundaries. There's only one thing he hasn't quite gotten into me yet, but I'm hoping he can ram that home tonight," Chloe said, winking at me. Her mum giggled out loud now, and I filled my glass from the bottle once again.

"Chloe, um, you really need to choose your words more carefully," I told her. "Your mum is finding the unintentional innuendo quite amusing, I think."

"Oh, mum, as if!" Chloe laughed, as she slipped her finger under the crotch of her G-string, wetting it between her lips.

I gulped at my wine, trying not to stare.

Chloe carried on eating with her fork while she slowly played with herself for my benefit. I carried on conversing with her, watching out of the corner of my eye, and glancing down from time to time as she rubbed her fingertip in slow circles around her pussy. It was a great test of character; holding a polite dinner conversation next to a masturbating eighteen-year-old cheerleader was almost too much to stand.

"So who are you moving in with in Fuxham?" I asked.

"Oh, just some guy from college," she laughed.

"Wouldn't you be better with another girl?"

"Would you like me to be with another girl, Harry? Maybe I should get it on with another cheerleader?" Chloe retorted sexily. Her mum spat gin and tonic over the table, and Chloe used the distraction to push a finger deeply inside herself, moaning gently as she did it.

"Not like that!" I laughed. "I mean, there'll be less ... bullshit ... if you're living with girls. What if this guy wants to, er, you know, do stuff with you?" I asked. "That might be awkward if you don't want to do stuff with him."

"Oh, that won't be a problem," Chloe said. "He's gay."

"So gay he sends you pictures of his dick!" her mum interjected.

"Only because he was worried it wasn't normal," Chloe replied, sliding her finger back out.

"That doesn't sound very gay," I observed.

"Well maybe you should come over and stake your claim, Harry," Chloe replied, her eyebrows raised, as she rubbed her clit with her fingertip.

"Stake my claim?!"

"Stake your claim as a, ahh, as a concerned friend, duh," she said.

"Oh, you mean, warn him off, like I'm your dad or something?"

"Er, yeah, mmm, something like that," Chloe replied, slipping two fingers inside herself. There was an audible squelch.

"Are you OK, Chloe?" her mum asked.

"Yeah, mum, why?" Chloe replied guiltily, whipping her fingers out and wiping them on my jeans.

"You just look a little red that's all," said her mum. "Is she hot?" she asked me.

I put my hand on her forehead. She was boiling.

"No, she feels normal," I said.

"Must be the wine," Chloe remarked, turning back around and smoothing her skirt down.

"Yeah, that must be it," I agreed, a little too quickly. Her mum just looked at us both like we were mad.

"Anyway, we'd better go and rehearse this scene. It's the last chance we've got. And then you can have your birthday present!" Chloe said.

"You got me a present? That's so sweet!" I replied.

"I suppose I'm washing all this up, then?" said Chloe's mum.

"Thanks mum, you're the best!" Chloe giggled, and she hopped off her chair and started making her way upstairs. I followed her.

"And don't forget what you promised!" she called down to her mum from the top.

When we got to her door she turned around and stopped me.

"You'd better wait here a minute while I get ready," she said. Then she whispered, "I'm not wearing the right panties for what's coming!"

She walked into the room and closed the door, then I waited a few minutes until she opened it again and beckoned me in, locking it behind me.

The lights were off, and the room was lit only by the flickering of a dozen small candles that were distributed around the place. It took a second for my eyes to adjust then I turned around to face her, and she looked so beautiful in the candlelight that it took my breath away.

"This is nice, Chloe," I said.

"I wanted them to do the scene like this on stage but Brian said it was sappy. You don't think it's lame, do you?"

"Not at all, it's ... romantic," I said.

Chloe grinned proudly.

"Where's my present, then?" I asked, looking around in the semi-darkness for something in wrapping paper.

"I've hidden it. You've got to earn it first," Chloe giggled.

"And how do I do that?"

"Easy - one run-through, no stopping, no talking out of character, whatever happens the show must go on. Act like there's an audience, and you're performing for them. If something goes wrong, just ad-lib, but whatever happens you have to keep the story moving forwards."

"OK, I think I can manage that," I said as she started removing my jeans, just as she had done last time.

"Promise me, Harry," she said, looking up from my ankles. "No messing around. Whatever happens, you've got to keep going. Promise?"

"Yeah ... of course," I said, confused at her insistence. I stepped out of my jeans.

"Swear on your life, Harry," she said, staring at me intently.

"Er ... OK, I swear on my life," I said, puzzled at her sudden strange behaviour.

"Good!" she said, finally satisfied. "Then you'll get your present! Oh, and please promise me you'll accept it," she said.

"Why wouldn't I accept it?"

"Well it's something that used to be very precious to me, which I wanted you to remember me by. This could be the last time we ever see each other."

"Well I hope not!" I interjected.

"Well, so do I, but you know, I'm leaving home, and I don't want to take too much, you know, baggage with me. It's from my childhood, and I really don't need it anymore, so I want you to have it. Please tell me you'll take it."

"OK," I said, "I understand. I promise I'll take it. I'm kind of intrigued to know what it's going to be, now!" I laughed.

"You'll definitely like it," she said, grinning.

"I'm glad you're more yourself tonight, Chloe," I said.

"Well you know sometimes it's fun not being yourself," Chloe said, winking at me. "But tonight, yes, I'm completely one hundred percent myself. No one will be taking advantage of me tonight, you can rest easy!" she said, winking again.

"Glad to hear it," I smiled.

"OK, take a few deep breaths, Harry. Let's get into character. You're Tom, and I'm Daisy. Say that in your head a few times. 'I'm Tom.' It'll help, I think."

I did as she suggested. The effect of the wine and the darkness of the room made it easier to dissociate from myself, and I did start feeling a little bit like I was actually Tom.

"Right, straight through, no stopping!" she said.

"OK. You have the first line."

Chloe took a deep breath and slowly released it.

"Oh, Tom, you know how much I love you," Daisy said. Well, Chloe said it, but it really sounded like Daisy was saying it. She had really come a long way in the last few weeks.

I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her towards me, quite roughly, and then Tom seemed to speak from my mouth. "Oh, baby, if you love me, why won't you show it?"

Chloe looked into my eyes, pleading, upset at my distrust.

"I show you every day, Tom. You know I'm not interested in anyone else", she said.

I shook my head, as if her words weren't enough.

"I just need you to do this one thing for me, baby, to prove you're really mine," I told her, shaking her by the shoulders.

Chloe looked scared all of a sudden. She stuttered a little. "But ... but I've never done it with anyone before."

"Just lie down, baby," I said, and I put my weight onto her, forcing her backwards onto the bed. I fell with her, one leg ending up between hers, wedging her skirt tightly against her crotch and pressing into her pussy with my thigh. She moaned loudly.

I was going off script, though, so I stood up again and flipped her pleated skirt up, expecting to see her stage knickers underneath.

Except Chloe wasn't wearing her stage knickers.

She was only wearing one item under her skirt - a wafer-thin pair of white cotton panties with a picture of a cherry on the front. Next to the cherry she'd written "HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY" with a red marker pen. At least, I think that's what it said - half of it was blurry where the ink had run, because the bottom of her panties were completely soaked through.

I sat down on the bed next to her with my mouth wide open, and I took her all in, lying there in her cheerleader outfit, with her skirt flipped over her stomach, and her wet panties wrapped around ... my birthday present.

I looked into her eyes. She looked back at me, smiling hopefully and expectantly, her eyes pleading. She looked so vulnerable. A flash of worry crossed her face. I smiled at her, and it dissolved again, and when I saw the anticipation that replaced it, well, that's when I passed the point of no return. I grinned widely at her, and her face lit up with the happiest smile I'd ever seen in my life. Then I shoved my hand straight down the front of her knickers.

"Oh, Tom! Kiss me!" she cried with abandon as I leaned down to receive the wettest, hottest, sexiest kiss of my entire life, as if her entire capacity for lust was funnelled into one or two minutes of passionate tonguing. I was rapidly losing control of myself, too, as my fingers discovered how much she'd been creaming herself thinking about what she wanted me to do to her. Before I knew it I was lying over her on the bed with two fingers pushed deep inside her pussy and she was crying out in pleasure as we kissed harder and deeper than I'd ever kissed anyone before.

Eventually I had to push myself off her. I was heavily dripping into my boxers, and anyway I had a line. What was the line?

"Oh, Daisy!" I remembered. Then I jumped off the bed, stood between her legs, and looked down at her panties. They were loose now, from where I'd put my hand. I grabbed them and ripped them off her as if they were wrapping paper, tearing them almost in two as she cried out in lust. I fell down like an animal and started feasting on her virgin pussy, licking and sucking for all I was worth, while she writhed on the bed, moaning uncontrollably.

"What are you doing?" she cried, eventually remembering her line.

I raised my head, her juices dribbling down my chin. She looked at me lustfully, her face mirroring the animal expression on my own. I stood up, grabbed my boxers, and pulled them downwards, letting them fall to my feet. My dick sprang upwards, and Chloe gasped and licked her bottom lip. Then I pounced on top of her like a cat, my hips landing between her legs, the end of my dick rubbing against the inside of her satin skirt, the shaft on her clitoris, my mouth descending to bite on her exposed neck. I started grinding my shaft up and down in her groove. She was so hot and wet, it slid easily, the bulge teasing her clit as its undulations passed to and fro. Her skirt rubbed the end of my dick as I moved, a constant reminder of the sexy little outfit she'd put on for this.

"Oh, Tom, stop it! That feels so good! You're so hard!" Chloe cried.

I pushed backwards until my dick sprang down lower, then I pushed forwards until I felt her warm wetness on my bell end. I looked at her, panting heavily, completely lost in the moment. "How about if I put it here?" I asked.




The Scene Ch. 05: Curtain Call



"Oh, Tom, don't, it feels so good there," she replied, gasping as I applied gentle pressure, stretching her open slightly.

I looked her dead in the eyes, a month of unrequited lust in my face. "I want to push it inside you. I want to fuck you," I told her.

She grinned at me, a triumphant grin, as if she was proud of herself. I grinned back.

"Ohhh, God, Tom, I want you to fuck me too," she said.

I tensed up, grabbing her shoulders tight, anticipating the next line.

"It's just ..."

Then she screamed at the top of her voice as I drove myself hard and deep into her soaking wet pussy, taking her virginity in an instant.

She was slippery, but she was so tight! It hurt me, so I couldn't imagine what it must have been like for Chloe. Her scream as I forced my way in was more like the first scream she'd done than the scream we'd rehearsed. But at least she had something to draw on now, I thought.

I rested halfway inside her for a moment while we both recovered from the discomfort, and the pain gave way to a beautiful feeling of enclosure inside the teenager's hot, tight, and dripping wet pussy.

"Oh my God!" Chloe screamed excitedly. "You popped my cherry!" She grinned at me. I grinned back.

"It's done now. Do you want me to stop?"

She pulled me down and kissed me hard, squeezing my dick in her pussy as she did so.

"Don't you fucking dare," she said, and she started wriggling underneath me.

I pulled my dick out and rammed back into her, hard, opening her up further than before. She screamed again. I started a rhythm, trying to match the way she was bucking, plunging deeper and deeper into her each time, and she screamed in pleasure at every thrust, following the stage directions precisely.

She quickly approached her orgasm. As I drove into her she started shuddering, then shaking. Her face was red and she barely seemed able to breathe. Her screams became louder and fiercer, then she yelled at the top of her voice, "You're going to make me cum!"

I penetrated her hard, as deeply as I possibly could, and she gave one long, loud scream and squeezed my dick firmly with her pussy. My balls suddenly became wet. I felt her cum on my legs next, as it ran off her skirt and soaked the bedclothes beneath. I held her tight as she carried on shuddering on my dick, her pussy rippling around it. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, and I could feel my own approaching rapidly. Then she relaxed at last. We kissed, slowly and more lovingly than before, while she regained her breath. Finally she looked up at me.

"Fucking hell, do that to me again and I'll be yours forever," she said, her hips still slowly gyrating beneath me.

"I'll do that to you any time you like, Chloe."

"Really, Harry?" she said, smiling broadly.

"Any time, any place."

"Does that make me your ... mistress?" she purred.

I paused for a moment, unsure of myself. Then I smiled at her.

"Yes, Chloe. You're my mistress."

"That's so nice," she smiled back, a little dazed and sleepy.

"I'd better pull out of you now, though," I said.

"Don't do that," she said dreamily. "Not yet."

"But I nearly came just then, and I'm not wearing a condom," I warned her, and I started sliding myself out.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me tight to her.

"I don't care," she said, squeezing the end of my dick with her pussy and making me gasp with pleasure.

"But you're not on birth control, are you?" I asked.

"Would it help if I said it was OK?" she asked, smiling mischievously.

I grinned back at her.

"Are you serious?" I asked, stroking the hair from her forehead with my fingertips.

"You can cum right inside me, Harry, it doesn't matter any more," she replied, and my heart leapt.

I started thrusting inside her slower, and not so deeply. First I just fucked her with the tip of my dick, which felt amazing as she squeezed the end with her tight little pussy. Then I went a little deeper and her moans became cries.

"There!" she yelled suddenly. I tried repeating the movement I'd just made. "Oh, God, yes!" she cried, so I started fucking her like that, ramming my dick about three-quarters of the way inside her. "Oh my God, Harry, I think that's my G-spot!" she cried out, then she came again, loudly.

"I think it probably is," I agreed.

I let her get her breath back, then I started fucking her again, deeper but slower.

"Oh God, Harry, you make me feel so good," she said.

"I love fucking you Chloe, you're so wet and tight and you're so ... into it. It's so hot hearing you scream, baby," I replied.

"You make me scream, Harry, with your hard dick inside my wet pussy. You made me cum twice and we ain't even finished yet. No one's ever been in my pussy except you, you're my first, you took my cherry. I belong to you now. You make me so horny and wet that I can't bear it. I fingered myself every night this week thinking about you fucking me."

"Really? Tell me how you made yourself cum," I told her, while I carried on fucking her slowly.

"Oh, you know, I lay on this bed, and I slid my wet panties off, and I started rubbing myself, then I put my fingers inside and started moving them, slowly at first, then faster and faster, and nothing really happened much until I started thinking about you, imagining my fingers were your dick, and that's what really made me explode. I'm in love with you, Harry Harding, and just the thought of your dick inside me is enough to make me cum."

"Rub your clit for me now," I told her, raising myself up to leave room for her. She obligingly slid her hand down between her legs, and scratched my dick gently with her fingernail before moving back up and rubbing on herself.

"Oh, Harry, that feels so good," she said.

"Go faster," I said, and I increased the speed I was fucking her at.

"Oh, yeah, Harry. Do you want me to make myself cum?"

"Yes, Chloe, I want you to make yourself cum for me."

"Ohhhh, it's starting, Harry, the feeling's starting again."

I felt myself move towards my orgasm as well.

"I'm close too, baby," I said.

"Do you mind if I talk a bit ... dirty?" she asked, with a filthy smile on her face.

I grinned back at her. "If you like."

"You popped my cherry, Harry. I'm only eighteen. You fucked a teenager. I'm pretty much still a schoolgirl, Harry, you made a sweet innocent schoolgirl cum all over your dick. And now you're going to cum inside me, you dirty little fucker."

I growled at her and sped up my thrusting.

"Oh, you like that do you?" she continued. "You are a dirty little fucker though, aren't you? I saw it in your eyes the first time we met. The way you wanted me. You wanted to rip my panties off and take me right there, didn't you? I wasn't even legal yet."

I felt Chloe's hand moving faster and harder between us.

"I remember that time I came to rehearsal in my school uniform. I only did it to see how you'd react, and you couldn't stop staring at me. When we were talking and I put my foot on that seat to do my shoelace up, you didn't even notice it wasn't undone. You were too busy looking at my little school panties. Oh God, I'm going to cum again! Fuuuuuck!"

She shuddered with her third orgasm of the night and I stopped thrusting for a while.

"That was the first time I wanked off over you," I admitted.

"God, was it?" she grinned.

I started grinding into her slowly as I remembered.

"Yeah, that night. I imagined touching your panties, rubbing you through them, pulling them to one side, putting my fingers inside you, making you cum. I squirted everywhere that night, it took ages to clean up. I felt so dirty afterwards. You were too ... young."

"I know, Harry. It's OK. I used to daydream about you then, too. I didn't really know what I was doing, but every time I opened my eyes again my panties would be all sticky."

"I used to make myself cum every night thinking about you," I told her.

"Because of me doing my shoelaces?"

"And because of ... another time."

"At the theatre?" she asked, smiling.

"Yeah. When we were downstairs and you told my wife you'd forgotten your knickers and I asked you what you were wearing under your skirt, and you said a G-string. But then I watched you going upstairs, and you dropped your phone, and when you bent down to pick up it up... you weren't wearing a G-string."

"Oops! Butter fingers!" Chloe giggled, wriggling sexily on my dick.

"You did that on purpose?!" I asked, thrusting inside her once.

"Well, it was your fault I had to take them off in the first place. You made me so horny that night. When I was watching you singing on stage and you just locked eyes with me the whole time ... I'd never got my panties that wet before. They were fucking drenched."

I rammed into Chloe hard, and she cried out in pleasure.

"Uhhh, and then you flashed me on purpose? So I had to watch you for the rest of the night, knowing you had no panties on under your costume?"

"It's a hard life," she grinned.

"It was definitely hard," I said, slowly withdrawing from her.

"I was wet for a week after that. I couldn't stop fantasizing about you dragging me into one of the spare changing rooms and fucking me in the shower."

"I was going to finger you on the dressing table, actually."

"I so would have let you."

I smiled at her lovingly.

"You looked so beautiful that night," I told her, sliding deep inside her, slowly and teasingly.

"Ohhh, I bet you liked my little outfit, didn't you?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "I loved that little outfit."

"You like this cheerleader outfit a lot, too. I can tell."

"Is there a story to it?"

"Well, let me see. I'm the head cheerleader and everyone wants to fuck me, but I'm still a virgin."

I started slowly moving inside her again.

"Do I want to fuck you?" I asked.

"Ohh, yes! You want to fuck me too. I've seen you watching me from your car, outside the school gates."

"Do I get to fuck you?" I asked.

"Shut up and you'll find out!" she grinned.

I stopped moving so I could listen to her story.

"One day you're parked outside the school. I've just finished cheerleading practice so I'm in my little outfit - this little outfit - and I'm not wearing any panties. I decided to take them off earlier, because I got horny and I fingered myself in the toilet, and I got them a bit wet. So I'm walking out of the gates and I notice you in your car and I pretend my shoelace is undone so I can turn around and bend over to tease you while I pretend to do it up. When I turn back around, you've got a strange look in your eye. You call me over and tell me my mum asked you to drive me home. So I get in with you and you start driving, but soon everything looks unfamiliar, and suddenly we're in some woods, and I'm starting to get really wet in anticipation of what might happen.

"We get out of the car and you say you just want to talk, so we talk, and we walk further into the woods, and I'm completely lost, like I couldn't find the car again if I wanted to, and it's deserted, like there's nobody here at all, except us. Then I ask you why we came here, and that's when it happens.

"You grab me, and push me to the ground. My skirt flies up and you get all excited when you see I'm not wearing my panties. You push your trousers down and your pants, and you're so, so hard, and then I tell you I'm a virgin and suddenly your dick gets even bigger, and that makes me excited and I squirt a bit and the ground gets wet between my legs, and when you see that you can't control yourself any more. You lie on top of me and shove your dick right into my soaking wet pussy, no messing around, you just fucking take me there and then. I scream your name as you take my virginity, and I cum right away, then you carrying on fucking me in my little cheerleader dress, over and over again for hours, and cumming inside me every time. And the thing is, I love it, I love being taken like that, I cum so hard when you dominate me. By the end, my dress is in tatters, my body is covered in mud and scratches and cum ... and my heart belongs completely to you.

"I dump my loser boyfriend and I'm yours forever, and you buy me loads of pretty clothes but they never last long. Everywhere I go I have to keep my eyes open because sometimes you just appear, from nowhere, and rip my clothes off and take me again. You don't care where I am, or what I'm doing. I can be in a shop, or at the cinema, or on the street. Even if my friends are there, you just don't care, you just take me whenever and wherever it pleases you, and I don't stop you, I let you fuck me anywhere and everywhere, even while people are watching, and I'm like, 'Take me, Harry, make me cum!' I'm completely yours, and everybody knows I'm yours and nobody else dares to lay a finger on me. Er, the end."

"Whew!" I said.

"Did you like that?"

"That was fucking hot. Is that your fantasy?"

"I just kind of made it up, Harry."

"Does that story turn you on?" I asked.

"Yeah. Did it turn you on?"

"Yeah, it did."

"So what kind of outfit should I wear next time I see you? Maybe a little princess dress? Nurse's outfit? No, I know ... I'll put my old school uniform on. I'll see if I can find those same panties. Then I'll do my shoelace up, and this time you can do whatever you like to me," she said.

"What would you like me to do to you?" I asked, as I started thrusting in her again.

"Mmm, I don't know. Pull them to one side and finger me until I nearly cum, but then ... maybe you could rip them off and push me down and just fucking rape me until I squirt all over you."

"Do you fantasize about being raped?"

"No. I fantasize about being dominated. By you. I want you to know, you can do anything you want to me, any time you like, and you can hold me down, or tie me up, or take me by surprise. You don't have to ask. Just take me. I'm yours Harry, completely yours, forever."

"Oh my God, I'm going to cum."

"So am I!" she screamed, and then she came again.

I started fucking her as fast as I could. It seemed to prolong her orgasm; she carried on screaming, and her pussy was twitching hard against my dick; her face was red and her breathing was heavy.

"Harry!" she started screaming. "I can't take any more! I ... I ..."

And then she came again, and screaming wasn't enough. She was silent as she shuddered violently underneath me, her mouth open in shock at what was obviously the biggest orgasm of her life so far. I couldn't take any more either and I came with a yell, penetrating her fully, spurting my cum as deeply as I could into her young body. That's when her eyes seemed to roll backwards into her head, and she passed out. She just lay on the bed, prone, her eyes closed, her face so peaceful.

I pulled out of her, stood up, and looked down between her legs. Her pussy was red, and gaping open. As I watched, some of my cum dribbled out and ran down between her bum cheeks. She certainly wasn't a virgin any more! How many times did she cum? Four? I gave myself a mental high-five.

Chloe awoke with a start.

"What happened?" she asked, disorientated.

"You passed out," I told her.

She looked at me in disbelief.

"You made me cum so hard that I passed out?"

"Er, yeah, I guess I did," I said, beaming.

"Fucking hell, Harry, you're like some kind of sex god," she said, grinning broadly.

"And you're a fucking sex bomb, baby. I'll make you cum like that any time you want."

I started getting dressed; it was quite late.

"So are you going to visit me in Fuxham next week, then?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I said, "Wednesday?"

"Can we make it Tuesdays? I've got the flat to myself on Tuesdays," she said.

I walked up to her and kissed her deeply, thrusting two fingers inside her pussy as I did. She moaned loudly, and so did I. It was a mess inside there. I could honestly say I'd never felt a pussy that wet in my entire life.

"Tuesday sounds fine," I said, and I started collecting my belongings.

"But what are we going to do?" she joked. "We don't have a script to read!"

I tore my script in half, then in half again, and threw the pieces at her.

"Well," I replied, "maybe we could write our own this time. I don't think there's enough fucking in this one anyway."

Chloe laughed, and I slipped out of the door and walked down the stairs.

Her mum was standing at the bottom. She seemed to be waiting for me.

"So are you going to visit her next week, then?" her mum asked.

"Oh, er, yeah, I think so," I said.

"It'll be nice for her to have a familiar face around a bit," she said. "I don't drive so it's hard for me to get up there in the evenings."

"Does she even want her mum visiting her there?"

"Well there's that too."

"Well, I'll make sure she's OK," I said.

"You've done pretty well so far," her mum replied, opening the front door for me.

I walked through it.

"And you make her cum like a train, which is a bonus," her mum added, and I saw her suppressing a smirk as I turned back in shock.

"What?! I can assure you ..."

"Harry, don't take me for a fool, I'm her mum. I still do her laundry, for a start, and I pride myself on being able to tell when my daughter is acting and when she's not."

My face dropped.

"You're not going to ..."

"Relax, Harry. You make her happy, I'm not going to stand in the way of that - I wouldn't dare - even though you are going to break her heart."

"I'm not going to ..."

"You are. You might not mean to, but you will, it's the only way this can end."

"I'm ... sorry?"

"Don't be. It's all part of growing up. At least she'll get her heart broken by someone who does really love her, and not by some dick-head loser she met down the pub."

"I guess."

"Just don't even think about getting her ..."

"I won't."

"Good! Because if I see a bump, I'm going to need to see a ring, I don't care if you're married or not. Do we understand each other?"

I gulped.

"Yes, Mrs Cox, we understand each other just fine."

"Goodnight, then. And ... thanks ... I think," she said, closing the door on me.

I started panicking. I really hoped Chloe hadn't made any mistakes with her birth control. This could all go so wrong. But ... I was in love with her. Why had it had taken me so long to realize it myself, when even her mum saw it? I loved Chloe. But I had prior commitments, to my wife. Maybe I should just walk away now, and never look back? She was moving out of town anyway. Maybe that's what her mum meant for me to do? Breaking her heart, it's the only way it can end ...

A text arrived. Chloe.

"See you on Tuesday! I'll wear my school uniform and you can fuck me senseless again xxx"

In another life I would have saved a text like that. The fact I'd received it at all made me feel glad to be alive. But I'd already made my decision. I had to think about my wife from now on. It wasn't going to be easy for her, but someone was going to get hurt either way.

I sighed loudly ... and deleted the text forever.

It sprang out of existence in a microsecond, leaving a gap on the screen that only really existed in my mind. All that remained were perfectly innocent texts about organizing rehearsals. It was as if tonight had never happened.

I stared at the screen, at the hole the message had left on the display. My fingers hovered over the keypad. What should I say to her? Anything?

In the end, I just replied, "Sounds good xxx". And then I pressed delete again. I didn't want my wife looking at that one either.