0 comments/ 81042 views/ 5 favorites Dress Rehearsal By: Serendipity Amy hated technical rehearsals. They were slow and they were tedious. Every five minutes the director would yell "STOP!" and everything would grind to a halt while Harry or Harold or whatever the slimy little idiot who operated the lights' name was scampered up a ladder and yanked one of the lights three millimetres to the left. Tonight was no different. Amy and the rest of the cast of 'Earthly Delights' stood on the stage, grumbling to themselves, as the director shouted "bit more... bit more... bit more... too far!" up the ladder at Whatshisname. Amy's best friend, Shona, sidled up beside her and flicked at the antennae that Amy was forced to wear on her head and laughingly call a costume. "Not very busy, are we, Bee?" smirked Shona. Amy simply cast her friend a stern, withering look and wondered why she'd decided to do the production this year. The play, 'Earthly Delights', was an epic voyage through the wonders our own, little planet has to offer. It had been penned by one Cecil Winstock, the local Drama teacher and self-appointed director of this, the local amateur dramatics company. Amy, for her sins, had been cast as the narrator. The narrator, she was depressed to learn, happened to be a bee. Why? Who knows… Amy stared at Whatshisname grappling with one of the spotlights and sighed. "We go through this charade every single year. You'd think someone would have the sense to come in here the night before and set the lights out the way they're needed." "You'd think so, wouldn't you?" agreed Shona. The two girls watched apathetically as Whatshisname lost his balance and nearly plummeted to the floor, saving himself only by grabbing onto the spotlight and hanging on for dear life. Cecil Winstock yelped like a girl as a dropped blue gel skirted inches past his face and old Mrs. Brady, the piano player, nearly fainted at the clatter it made when it hit the wood floor. "Still," continued Shona. "It is fairly entertaining." Amy grunted her agreement as Cecil tried to stop the ladder toppling over. "At least you don't need to worry about getting your lines right." "Excuse me," said Shona, indignantly. "I'll have you know that I'm under a considerable amount of pressure to get my lines spot-on!" Amy looked at her friend, incredulously. "You've only got three lines! And one of those is just a sneeze!" "A sneeze that, if snorted out at the wrong moment, could completely throw the entire production into disarray!" Amy turned back to see if Whatshisname had fallen from the lighting rig yet. He hadn't. "I'm sure we'd cope with a misplaced cough," she said. "Sneeze, if you please," retorted Shona. "But you're probably right, although you would have imagined that the Queen of Sheba would have had more than two lines and a bless you, ma'am." "I certainly would have," said Amy, as she stared into space and wished she was someplace else. Quite why the Queen of Sheba had been written into the play nobody could fathom. It had something to do with representing the beauty of the East, Amy reckoned, but her two lines of "Once there was a land," and "To free me is to love me," followed by a sneeze had everyone perplexed. Nobody dared ask Cecil to explain, though. Or, rather, nobody cared what the explanation was so nobody bothered to ask. As Cecil tried to position the ladder back underneath Whatshisname, to stop the boy from plunging to the floor once he lost his grip on the spotlight, Shona sighed. "Come on," she whispered to Amy. "This is going to take ages." Shona sneaked off the stage. Amy glanced out to see if Cecil was watching and quickly followed her friend through the green room and into their dressing room. Once inside the small box room, Amy closed the door and Shona turned on the little, portable CD player they always brought with them to rehearsals. "Why do we keep doing this?" sighed Amy, as she plonked herself down onto a seat that was swathed in discarded clothes. "Four years we've been doing this now! Four years! And we only started it because Cecil needed two girls to be his fairy twins in… what was the name of that play?" Shona answered through a mouth full of apple she was now munching on. "The Pixies of Providence Place." "That's the one." Amy shook her head, remembering the embarrassment of having her friends and family watch her and Shona dance across the stage in lycra body suits two sizes too small. Her and Shona had both been sixteen at the time and Cecil, their drama tutor, had promised them high marks if they agreed to join the company. They'd joined the company, did his stupid pixie play and received their generously high marks. For some reason, though, they'd decided to return the next year, and the next, and the next. 'The Pixies of Providence Place'... 'Scintillating Seymour'... 'Saddamned If We Don't' (in a surprisingly political outing for the company)... and now 'Earthly Delights', undoubtedly the most hideous, stomach-churning epic of them all. Shona swallowed her bite of apple and turned to the mirror behind her to check her make-up. Amy searched for a magazine through the pile of clothes on the table. Shona frowned at her reflection. "Hey," she said, thoughtfully. "Do you think I look like Julia Roberts?" Amy looked at her friend. True, Shona shared Julia's flowling, brown locks and dazzling smile, but the superstar's long legs, sparkling eyes and inch perfect body were nowhere to be seen. Not that Shona was unattractive. Far from it, in fact. One of Shona's favourite pastimes was flirting, and she was an expert in the field to be feared and respected. Amy shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, why not?" Shona beamed. "Really? You really think?" "Of course... assuming Julia Roberts bares an uncanny resemblance to Glenn Close." Shona glanced at Amy then back to her reflection. "Yeah, she's a babe, too, isn't she?" Amy gave up searching for a magazine and glanced at herself in the mirror beside her chair. Shona had once told her that ugly people have ugly friends and beautiful people have beautiful friends. "And baby," Shona had said, "I'm gorgeous!" Temporarily disabling all modesty, Amy knew she was a looker. Her hair wasn't as long as Shona's but it was the same shade of brown. Her eyes were a crystal blue and she spent so long brushing her gleaming white teeth each day she was surprised they weren't getting smaller. She was happy with the length of her legs and didn't mind her curvy hips, although she was constantly depressed by the size of her breasts. Shona had been blessed with a handsome sized bosom but Amy, despite all the wishing in the world, was no bigger now than she had been when she was a pixie on Providence Place. The sheer number of boys she'd caught gazing at Shona's chest were enough to convince her that size did matter. Glancing at the low-cut dress Shona had to wear, Amy suddenly realised why her friend had been given the nod as the Queen of Sheba. "Oh, shit!" hissed Shona, snapping Amy from her little trance. "The back's split, hasn't it?" Amy stood up to examine the back of the Queen of Sheba's dress. The fastener at the top had indeed split. "Yup. Nice one, Queenie," quipped Amy. "There's a safety pin in my bag. Be a dear, eh?" Amy went into Shona's bag and fished out a safety pin. "Hair," she said and Shona lifted her hair up out of the way. Amy gripped the two loose sides together. "It's tight, isn't it?" "You callin' me fat?" "Big-boned, sweetheart," chuckled Amy as she tried to pin the two sides together. She fumbled the safety pin and it dropped down inside Shona's dress. "Oops." Shona flinched as the cold metal of the pin slid down the nape of her back. "Oh, nice one!" "Relax," said Amy. "I'll get another one." "You will not, you clumsy cow," snapped Shona. "You'll get that one out of there before it spears me!" "I'm not going in there!" protested Amy. "I don't know where you've been!" Shona used one hand to flick at Amy's antennae. "You lost it, you find it." Amy sighed. "If it's between your ass cheeks you can forget it." "Oh, come on," said Shona, "I'm a clean girl. Although, I did have a curry for dinner..." "Yeah, yeah," Amy said, lifting the sleeve of her yellow and black bee sweater. "Very funny." Amy pulled the remainder of the zip down, past the strap of Shona's bra, so she could snake her hand in to retrieve the pin. Shona gasped slightly. "Hey, Eskimo hands – gently." "Sorry," apologised Amy. "I had no idea you were so sensitive." Amy felt around the back of Shona's dress. The pin seemed to have vanished. Despite trying to concentrate on finding the rogue pin, Amy couldn't help noticing the smoothness of Shona's skin. Her fingers lightly passed over Shona's back, gently searching. "I think it's lower," whispered Shona and Amy immediately felt a hot flush wash through her entire body, as if the room temperature had just risen sharply. The dress was tighter the lower it got and Amy found her hand pressing harder and harder against Shona's skin. Her fingers touched fabric and Amy realised it was Shona's panties. Amy swallowed and tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. "I don't think it went in there," she said, hoarsely. "It's got to be somewhere," said Shona and Amy thought she could sense a nervousness in Shona's voice, also. Was she nervous about the intimate physical contact? Or, perhaps she felt something as Amy was touching… no, it was the intimate nature of the situation that was making her uncomfortable. That had to be it. "Where the fuck is it?" said Amy, in a thinly-veiled attempt to dismiss the predicament. Consciously, she groped around Shona's back with as much lack of gentleness as she could muster. She didn't want to be doing this, she had decided. Her finger passed over metal and she made a grab for the pin. "Careful," pleaded Shona, as Amy balanced the pin on the tip of her finger and lifted it up and out of the dress. Shona cleared her throat, perhaps involuntarily. "'Bout time, too," she said, not entirely convincingly. Amy pulled up the broken zipper as far as it would go and pinned the top of the dress together. "There," she said, brushing her hands together as if she just got them dirty. "That should hold for the time being. You should get Margaret to fix it before tomorrow." "I'll do that," agreed Shona as she let her hair back down and turned to Amy. "Thanks," she said, and Amy could see that Shona's cheeks were flushed. Amy didn't look in the mirror but she hoped her own face wasn't quite as red as her friend's. "We should probably get back to the stage," said Shona. Amy simply nodded and the two girls headed out the dressing room and back to the rehearsal. The remainder of the rehearsal was as dull as Amy imagined it would be. They stopped and started more times than Amy could count and Whatshisname had two more chances to break his back falling from the ladder. Initially, anytime Amy and Shona's eyes met they were followed by nervous smiles and looks elsewhere. As the rehearsal dragged on, though, normal service was resumed and Shona started making faces at Amy, trying to break the girl's concentration. During Amy's The Wonder of Water speech, Shona decided it would be a good idea to whisper "you're making me want to pee" in Amy's ear, causing Amy to splutter out a giggle, much to Cecil's annoyance ("the narrator is a serious role, Amy-dear, and must be treated with the respect it deserves"). By the time they had finished, and Cecil had given his I Think We're Getting There People speech, any awkwardness between Amy and Shona had vanished. "You coming here straight after work tomorrow?" Shona asked. "Might as well. Meet me for a burger beforehand?" "Yeah, I'll come by the office. You need a lift?" Amy shook her head. "I've got the car." Shona picked up her bag. "Okay, see you tomorrow." Plans made, the two friends went their separate ways and Amy headed home. That night in bed, Amy couldn't help herself thinking about that moment in the dressing room. She tried to put it from her mind but she kept seeing Shona's bare back in front of her, with her smooth, soft skin begging to be touched and caressed. Images raced through Amy's head, visions of unclipping Shona's bra and running her hands over her friend's skin, slipping her hand round the front and maybe brushing past one of Shona's breasts. Amy could feel the tingling in her crotch as an image of herself running her lips over Shona's back fought its way into her mind. She turned over onto her side and hitched her legs up, pressing her thighs together tightly. She didn't want to touch herself. What would it mean if she did? That she wanted Shona – her best friend of almost ten years? Did she want to make love to her best friend? No, that couldn't be true. It couldn't! But still the images appeared. Amy could see herself running her hands over Shona's shoulders and down her chest, forcing that Queen of Sheba dress off as she did so. Her hands would run over Shona's breasts and Shona would moan softly, encouraging more, demanding more. Amy would hold her friend's breasts in her hands and kiss the nape of her neck. Shona would bring her own hands up behind her and gently massage Amy's ass. Amy would tease Shona's nipples with her fingers and Shona's massaging would get rougher and rougher. Both girls would moan with pleasure. Amy would bite Shona's ear and snake one of her hands down Shona's belly to her little, white panties. Shona would groan her consent and Amy's fingers would slip inside the panties and into her hot, wet… Amy's hand was on her own crotch. She hadn't even realised it but she'd been masturbating at the thought of her and Shona together. She was wet – very wet. Her breath was quick and she was sweating. Her hair was a tangled mess and her fringe stuck to her forehead amongst the beads of perspiration. She slumped down into her pillow and cursed herself. What the hell did she think she was doing, masturbating to thoughts of her best friend? She rolled over and tried to forget what had just happened. It didn't happen easily, and the tingling in her crotch didn't subside without a fight. It was a long time before she fell asleep. ** Amy spent the next day at work tense and nervous about the dress rehearsal; chiefly she was nervous about seeing Shona. Even though they'd ended last night as though there were no problems between them the events in Amy's bedroom had complicated matters. She'd awoken this morning to find her panties on the floor and her T-shirt hitched up over her breasts. What had she been dreaming? She didn't dare try to remember. Amy tried to focus on her work. She was a trainee accountant and, despite being very good with numbers, she hated the job. It wasn't anything specific apart from the fact that she was constantly bored to the point of losing the will both to live and die. Today she was trying as hard as she possibly could not to be bored as boredom brought daydreaming and daydreaming brought the exact thoughts she was trying so desperately to put from her mind. For the first time since she'd starting the job, the day seemed to fly by. Just when she wanted it to drag, to put off five o' clock when Shona would come by the office and they'd go for burgers, the clock seemed to on fast forward. A colleague remarked by the coffee machine that it was "another painfully slow day" and Amy found herself wishing it to be the truth. Five o' clock and a tap at the door. Amy looked up to see Shona standing there. Jesus, was it that time already? Amy felt the same hot flush wash over her and she was convinced she'd started blushing. "Ready to go, babe?" asked Shona. There wasn't a hint of discomfort in Shona's voice using the word "babe". She had obviously forgotten all about the dress incident. She obviously hadn't spent the night trying not to think about making love to her best friend and slapping her hand away from her crotch every time it found its own way there. It was obviously the last thing on her mind. Amy was amazed to find she felt hurt and offended by this. Get a grip, girl! "Sure," said Amy, in her best I-don't-care-if-you-don't-fancy-me voice. Dinner was brief as Amy wolfed down her food and barely said a word other than the shortest, monosyllabic replies to questions. Afterwards, as they walked towards the theatre, Shona was the one to turn quiet. Eventually, Amy turned to her and asked "what's wrong?" Shona shrugged. "Nothing, why?" "You've gone all quiet, that's all." "Funny," said Shona, "I was trying to figure out why you've been so quiet." Amy felt a stab of anxiety in her gut – this could be awkward. "No reason," she said, matter-of-factly. "Bit tired, is all." "Couldn't sleep?" "Or just didn't sleep very well, I don't know." And that was that. They arrived at the theatre and Cecil, who looked more nervous than a one-legged duck during hunting season, told them they wouldn't be starting the rehearsal for another hour and a half as they had to rebuild part of the set that had decided to collapse during the night. The two girls grumbled at the thought of an extra ninety minutes of tedium and headed for their dressing room to get changed. She'd done it plenty times before but Amy felt uncomfortable changing in front of Shona. She made a point of facing the other way while they changed, so Shona wouldn't catch her staring. She had to zip up Shona's dress – now all fixed thanks to some late night sewing by the company's costume aficionado, Margaret – and her hands were actually shaking as she fed the zip up Shona's back. "Well," sighed Shona, "that's that done. Now what will we do for the remaining one hour and twenty minutes?" Amy shrugged. "I know," said Shona, "follow me." Reluctantly, Amy followed Shona. They crept to the side of the stage and climbed a ladder that led to a gantry that ran over the length of the stage, high above the floor. "I don't think we should be here," whispered Amy, as the couple inched their way out to the middle of the gantry. "Who's going to see us?" whispered Shona. "We're too high up." Amy looked down over the railing and saw Cecil and the stage crew working away on the collapsed set. They stopped midway across the gantry and settled down. Shona looked over the side. "It's kind of cool up here, isn't it?" she said. Amy had to agree. There were no lights up here so even if anyone heard the girls it was unlikely they'd be able to see them. Shona yawned. "Don't tell me you didn't sleep well, either?" Amy asked, casually. "Not too bad," replied Shona. "Had a weird dream." Amy found herself encouraged by this. Was she actually hoping Shona had been dreaming about her? Maybe it would assure her that this kind of attraction was perfectly normal. Amy realised she had just confirmed her attraction to Shona. Talk about a Kodak moment. Had she just admitted to herself she was a lesbian? She'd dated boys in the past but had never really liked most of them. She'd told herself that it was because she'd never met anyone nice enough for her, but maybe it was because she was simply not interested in boys full-stop. She enjoyed the company of other girls, certainly. She'd found herself able to realise and appreciate the beauty of women. But a lesbian? That was too much, surely? Although something inside her told Amy to change the subject to something completely innocent, like escalating crime figures or something, she didn't and, in the weeks and months to come she would look back on this night and be extremely thankful she asked her next question. "What was it about?" "Well," started Shona, "it was kind of… no, forget it." "Forget what?" Amy protested. "What was the dream about?" "No, you'll just think it too weird," said Shona. Now Amy HAD to know more. "Oh, just tell me," she pressed. Dress Rehearsal I The English room was always a bit cold, and Erin knew this, but never prepared for it. It is a cold March morning, but instead of a warm sweater and pants, she opts to wear a blue plaid skirt and tight black sweater. Her legs are warm, except for just above the knees, where they are not covered by knee-highs. Goosebumps appear all over them, and Erin rubs her hands over her legs in an attempt to get them warm. Rubbing her hands over her legs like that reminds her of her fiasco with Veronica last evening. It had been so wonderful—so strange, yet so real. She did not really know what to make of it, exactly. For starters, she does not like girls, and is still dating her boyfriend of two years. She never had a lesbian experience in her life. Erin always imagined herself in strong, masculine arms. Though, last night, when she felt those warm, tender arms cradling her, she knew that is what she wanted. The best part of the evening prior was that she had landed a great role: that of her director's slut. Though Veronica certainly thought she was solely profiting off of an innocent, eager girl, Erin really felt she benefited from the sheer experience. She was willing to do anything to please. As her English teacher lectured about themes and motifs in some ancient novel, Erin's mind was on when her next rendezvous with Veronica would be. At that instant, there is a knock on the door. The teacher walks over to answer the door and comes back to Erin with a green pass in her hand. She lays it on her desk. It reads: Erin- Please meet me after 7th period so that we can discuss a few things. I have another proposition for you. -VR Erin's heart begins to race. She runs her fingers over the writing, studying the loops of the cursive and imagining Veronica's hand moving as she wrote this. She wonders what she was feeling, thinking, dreaming, when she wrote this note out. More importantly, she wonders what this exact proposition is. She knows what it pertains to, certainly, but she does not know Veronica's exact plan. The school day could not go by quickly enough. It is only first period---6 more periods to go. II After government class, Erin runs down the corridor to Veronica's office. Though, she does not want to seem too eager. She forces herself to stop, slow down, and catch her breath. Just before she gets to Veronica's door, she smoothes her skirt and takes a deep breath. She knocks. "Yes?" Veronica questions. "Hello, it's Erin." "Oh! Why of course, Erin. One second, please." Erin can hear some things being moved around inside of the office, but is too nervous to really focus on the noise. After a moment or two, the door opens and Veronica steps out into the hallway. "I suppose you got my note. Do come in." "Thanks." Erin walks into the office and sits down in a chair in the far corner, crossing her right leg over her left so that her skirt slides even farther up her leg. Veronica cannot help but smile at the overly innocent outfit, but forces herself to be cold and demanding. If not for her acting abilities and incredible willpower, she would be all over Erin, kissing every inch of her body. "Now, I suppose you want to know why I called you in." "Well, I can guess..." "Silence! Do not say anything. Let me talk about this without any interruptions. Understand?" "Yes, ma'am." "Your audition was good. Well, I told you that yesterday. You definitely have a lot of potential, and I am willing to work with you. Now, let me reiterate that this role will be very demanding. There will be a lot of mandatory rehearsals after school, and even, perhaps, during the school day. They may not be planned. You may just get a pass like you did today, in one of your classes, and you will report to me. The beauty of this is that I can get you out of any class that I want, and I can have you virtually whenever I want. Though, I need to know from you about your commitment. Are you willing to put in the time?" "Of course." "Alright, then this is a permanent arrangement. I should have you sign a contract or something, but I think we did a great alternative to that last night." She grinned. "Now that you have agreed, rehearsals must start right away." "Oh? How soon?" "They will start today, right after school. Unless..." "Unless what?" "What class do you have next hour?" "Right now I have lunch, and then I have Spanish." "Are you doing anything important en la clase hoy?" "No, can't say that I am." "Well, do you mind missing a day of class?" "No, can't say that I would." "Alright, then consider it done. In return for my gracious excuse of your absence from that class, you are going to do me a favor in return. You will begin your rehearsals with me." "What would you like me to do?" "First..." She slowly walks toward Erin and places her hands on her shoulders. "First, tell me where you got this sexy outfit and how you knew to wear it." "Pardon?" "Oh, come on. You don't know about my enthrallment with you? So young, so innocent, so sexy...and they don't even know it. You look beautiful." "Thanks." Erin blushes. "You do too." 'Damn' Veronica thinks to herself. 'Here I am trying to act cold and I am melting. Focus, focus.' "Enough of this little chit-chat. Now, I want you to take that sexy little outfit off for me." "Sure." Erin begins to unbutton her skirt. "Scratch that. No, stop, stop. I changed my mind." "Hmm?" "I want you to leave on your outfit, except for one article of clothing. I want you to take off your panties for me." Erin reaches under her skirt for her panties. Her fingertips brush against the outside of her mound and she is already wet. She can feel the heat radiating from inside of her. She wishes she could just slide her finger inside her underwear. But, pleasing herself is not a priority at the moment, and she must comply with her mistress' commands. Before doing anything stupid, she pulls the panties quickly down her legs. Veronica has to resist picking up Erin's underwear and licking the crotch where she can see wet stains. "Wonderful. Now, I am going to introduce you to the next phase of your assignment. I want you to sit on my desk." Veronica walks over to her desk and brushes everything to the ground. She pats the desk. "Right here. Put your sweet, tight behind right here." Erin hops up onto the desk and looks intently at Veronica. Her legs dangle over the side and kick back and forth. Veronica can see her knees are bruised, and are very girlish looking. How she would like to just...oh....but all in time. "Now, I want you to lay back onto my desk and bend your knees so that your feet are flat on the top of the desk." Erin turns and leans back so that she follows the orders. "Good girl." She can peek up her skirt and see her mound. But something is a bit different. She lifts the skirt up more so that she can see if what she really thinks she sees is a figment of her imagination or not. Once the skirt is up at her waist, she sees that her suspicions are true. The soft, bushy mound of yesterday is now completely bald. "You shaved?" Erin stammers. "Well...yes..." She had forgotten that when she got home that she had shaved off all of her hair. She had been so embarrassed the night before, when she had a full bush. There had been no need to shave it or trim it too much. Josh hadn't been down there for over a year. "Why did you do this?" "I just felt...embarrassed...I felt so immature. I was embarrassed that I was not prepared. Although, how could I have been, when what happened was completely spur of the moment? Once I got home, I rushed upstairs so that I could shave it off and..." "Why did you do this?" "Why...not...? I don't understand. I thought you would be pleased with me." "Your hair is nothing to be ashamed of. I love every part of you. I love that about you, because it showed pure innocence. Not that I don't love your cunt now. I love it any and every way that it comes. But, honey, you don't have to do that. Okay?" "Yes, ma'am." "Now, you just lay back and I am going to make you feel really good." III Veronica leans down to kiss the moist pussy in front of her, trying not to be overly eager, but running her tongue up and down the lips and greedily forcing it over and over her slit. As she works her tongue in, she hits Erin's clit with her nose. So much for warming the girl up and gently easing her into this. She was not sure if Erin had ever had someone go down on her, but she was not about to debate. Veronica was determined to give it to her the best she would ever have or could ever imagine. She wants every inch of her. She wants a mouth full of foam and teeth of pie. She parts her lips with one hand and shoves her tongue in and out, sliding fingers over her clit, over her ass, over her clit, over her ass, inside her cunt, running up and down her legs and on top of her mound. Erin sighs in pure delight. Never had she had this experience, in the very limited sexual experiences she had. She could direct Veronica in where she so badly wanted her tongue to go next, but decides to just lay back and continue to be surprised. Sensation after sensation...even lying on her back on her bedroom floor never felt quite this good. Veronica continues to attack this fresh cunt. She smells springtime...like the smell after it rains, but with a faint scent of peach mist. Her tiny lips begin to swell up and get darker. Veronica's head bobs up and down, letting her long hair brush the inside of Erin's thighs. She moans long and hard. 'If she gets excited by this,' Veronica thinks, 'wait till what I do to her next.' Just as Erin begins to move her hands down her stomach to reach Veronica's head and pull her closer, Veronica stops. Erin lets out a high-pitched whine. "Don't stop, please..." Erin pleads. "I have to." "But why? Please, finish, please..." "You think that was something? That was just a warm up. Hang on just one second." Erin moves her hand down to her cunt and starts to rub her clit ferociously, kneading it between her thumb and finger, squeezing it, pinching it, pulling it, in circles, repeating this exercise. Meanwhile, her other hand begins to slide up her sweater, inside her bra, and finds her left nipple, so hard. She knows that she is touching herself on her teacher's desk, but is really too turned on to be that embarrassed or self-conscious. She does not even realize that Veronica is still in the room. Erin has entered some sort of alternative reality---the place, perhaps, that Veronica was in last night. It was just her and this extreme eroticism that she needed to stay in. Veronica is fumbling around in her bottom desk drawer when she notices that Erin's breathing has picked up a bit. She raises her head and sees Erin, eyes closed, touching herself on her desk. The scene of this schoolgirl, going at it, without any care for her surroundings, makes Veronica want to rip off her own pants and begin to shove her fingers inside. Yet, she resists. This is about Erin---this is about making her feel complete ecstasy like she had never quite experienced. If Veronica could achieve this, she will have won Erin over. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but the way to a girl's heart is through her g-spot. And if you can go down on a girl well enough, she will never stop coming back. This afternoon was about getting Erin to be eating out of the palm of her hand. Then, this ecstasy is interrupted. Veronica brings her hand down hard on top of Erin's mound, whacking both her hand and her cunt. "Owwwwwwww!" Erin cries. "Why did you do that?" "Did I ever say you could touch yourself?" "No, but I thought..." "DID I?" "No, you did not." "Then why did you do it, may I ask?" "Because...I was just...I..." "You're a horny little slut, aren't you? And my tongue was not even enough? You're so greedy that you want more. Isn't that right?" "Uh....." "ANSWER ME!" "Yes...that's right..." "Say it. Say 'I am a horny little slut and I want more.'" "I am a horny little slut and I want more." "Good. So interesting for you to say that, because you are in luck. There is more." Erin's eyes get wide. "Oh?" "Silence. Now lay back and let me work." She complies and lies back on the desk and closes her eyes. Veronica goes back down to her bottom desk drawer and pulls out a pink dildo. It is about seven inches long or so, and rather wide. Down the shaft is a bumpy, raised area, right about where the g-spot is. Veronica has used it many a time, and has been quite successful in her efforts. This is the perfect one. Erin's eyes are still closed, and she has no idea what Veronica has in store for her. She hears fumbling around and the drawer shut, and Veronica's breathing become almost silent. The clock ticks, the room is like a vacuum except for the hum of the computer in the corner. Whatever it is, she wished Veronica would hurry up. All this anticipation was killing her. Veronica looks down at her unsuspecting victim. She is so innocent, and so helpless, completely at her will...and ever so trusting. Could she ever suspect that Veronica would sink to this level? More importantly, she wondered if Erin ever had anything inside that cunt except for those fingers. As she wiggled her tongue around inside her, she certainly felt extra-tight. Erin did not look like the type of girl with a vibe hidden under her bed. She contemplates whether she should get her a bit more stretched out with her fingers first, and would not mind sliding those fingers inside again and feeling her tightness throb around her. Yet, it might be better just to catch her off guard. Shoving this device into her, as she lay unsuspecting...would be much better for both of them. Veronica positions herself so that she is sitting on the edge of the desk and is between Erin's milky white legs. Her skin is so smooth, so soft, and her lips look so delicate and taut. She grabs the dildo and puts it right at Erin's entrance. Then, without any more thinking, she pushes it in. The dildo is hard to shove initially, but with a little bit of force, Veronica works it inside of her. She pushes and pushes so that she can get it as far in so that she can hold onto it, still. Erin gasps. Never in her life had she had more than two fingers inside of her, and even that was filling. Now, to have this toy inside of her...was ecstasy, yes, but caused her to wonder what other sorts of things that Veronica owned, and why on earth she would keep such materials in her desk drawer. Though, focusing on all these questions would go unanswered for a bit as she refocuses on the rapture of having this inside of her. Veronica begins to work it in and out very slowly, not wanting to hurt her much. She had suspected that Erin was tight, but never in her wildest dreams was this tight. Shoving the toy inside of her was quite a feat, and her walls are less than cooperative as she tries to pull it out again. Slowly, she pulls it so that the tip is almost outside of her entrance. She pauses. Erin's eyes open and she looks at her teacher, grinning, focusing on that tight little cunt and how she wants to abuse it. Just at that moment, Veronica shoves with all her might and thrusts the dildo all the way inside her in just one shove. It feels like she is being ripped open on the inside. She is overly filled and getting this rod rammed into her without mercy. It reaches the back of her shallow pussy so far that Erin is sure it must be going into her cervix or something. The toy comes out, and then hard back in again, going deeper this time. Veronica does not even know where she is anymore. Her student is not on her desk, and she is not here. It is pure passion, carnal feelings, lust, and a desire to shove something very large inside something very small and tight. She wanted her, and she wanted her to be all hers. Shove after shove, she begins to loosen that rigid cunt and train her little slut. Erin is on the verge of crying. It is incredibly painful, yet at the same time, her juices are seeping out of her and she does not want it to stop. She knows Veronica is an animal, and wishes she would dig her claws into her and attack her. Bite her. Fuck her. Fuck her as hard as she possibly can. Veronica keeps thrusting ruthlessly, probing her farther and farther, reaching places she never imagined that she could reach. Erin is holding herself up and back with her hands, and her hips are involuntarily bucking up and meeting the thrusts of the toy. Her palms are sweaty, and they begin to slip and slide down the desk. The thrusts begin to be less deep, but are more frequent, matching the tempo of her breathing. As she begins to scream, the toy is shoved all the way inside of her and it is like a prick. The dissonance fades, there is a resolution, and she holds the longest fermata she ever experienced in her life. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," she cries, shrieking and hollering and trying to catch her breath so that she does not hyperventilate. "Oh godddddddd was that goooood....oh god....." Veronica demurely pulls the toy out and licks it, as she stands right in front of Erin. "How as that?" "That....was....so...." "That was...rehearsal number one, my dear." She smiled. "Now go put your panties on and run along back to class." Dress Rehearsal It had been a tight month and that's what had decided him. His rent was due – and he'd make it – but he wouldn't be eating for the rest of the week. Male escort work beckoned... He knew enough about the industry though to know that if he wanted to do well, he'd need to be available to male clients or he just wouldn't make it in his city. So, here he was sitting in his car, in front of the house of someone he'd met on a dating website... Single Guy 50s...horny...looking for men 25 to 45 for casual but safe sex only...drop me a line and lets see what happens from there. Beginners extremely welcome... They had chatted for weeks, discussed what fantasies he was considering – and to be honest, he was curious about having a man – and there was a fair idea of what could...would...happen when the meeting finally took place. His mouth was dry from the nerves... Minutes passed...and before he knew it, he was standing at the door. The house was a villa, probably early 1900s, surrounded by hedges and very discreet. The door opened. First impressions count they say...he was tall, slim, greying and in his 50s as he'd said in the ad. Nice smile, friendly voice..."Come on in," he said "My name's Jason." He followed Jason through the house and into the bedroom. A heater blazed out warming the room which was stylishly decorated. Tasteful pictures of naked men with muscled physiques adorned the walls...the floor was polished wood and the bed was covered with a rich purple spread. The walls were cream in shade and the curtains – which Jason began to close – matched the bed linen. Jason moved towards him and began to undress him – no further conversation seemed necessary. He lifted up his arms to allow his t-shirt to be removed, still surprised in his own mind that he was trying this. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." he thought to himself. The older man reached for his trousers, and he stopped him for a moment...eyes met...he spoke. "Allow me..." He stepped back and undid his belt, slipping it out of the loops and letting it drop to the floor. Button, zipper, both were undone, and he began to ease his jeans down. His cock was bulging against his briefs – whatever nerves he had were being overtaken by excitement. Jason began to remove his own clothing In moments they both stood there, briefs only, and then they stepped together. Jason slipped fingers into the waistline and removed his briefs...his cock sprang forward, hands slipped around to allow fingers to caress the hard shaft...he gasped suddenly at the shot of pleasure that went through him. Jason pushed his own briefs to the floor and they were naked. Jason waited no longer...he knelt in front of the younger man and moved his head forward. Tongue started licking the hard shaft as hands explored what they could reach...chest, butt, legs...he just stood there, lost in the sensation of it – Jason really knew what he was doing... Just when he thought he couldn't take it any longer, Jason slowly slipped his lips off his shaft and stood - "Lets get into bed, lover". He followed on... Covers were pulled back, and the two men eased into bed. For a few moments they lay apart, looking at each other's bodies, then he moved closer to his mentor and began to kiss.... Passion and desire heated him - he was surprised that he could feel this with another man. He began to move his kisses down Jason's body...rolling the older man onto his back he kissed his way down his chest, playing with Jason's nipples with his tongue... Chest, ribs, tummy, he continued down, knowing what would be coming soon and nervous about it, but determined to give it a try. He felt Jason's hard cock pressing into him and as he got closer, he glanced up at the older man's face. Eyes were closed and he looked as though he was lost in the pleasure of what was happening. He felt the hard shaft against his face, then ran his tongue from its base to the tip...Jason gasped in pleasure...then he took it into his mouth and began to slide his lips back and forth along it. Jason began to mutter..."Ohhhhh, that's good...you sure...you've never done this...before...?" He was enjoying this...much to his surprise. It felt great to be able to make another man feel like this. He kept sucking, running his lips as far down the shaft as he could cope with right back to where he was only just holding the head. He kept at it, his tongue caressing the shaft underneath as he sucked. Jason moved his hands to hold them in his hair..."Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" he moaned...then he said "Stop...I want to cum inside you..." This was where the nerves really hit...he knew he had to try this...and now wanted to try this...but it still freaked him out a bit. "Don't be nervous," said Jason as he got up to change positions, "I've helped men try this the first time before...I'll be gentle on you." He lay down on his back and watched as Jason got out lube and condoms (Safe sex only as the ad had said). Jason was as hard as a rock and he smoothed the condom onto his shaft...then some lube, then he put some lube on the tip of his cock and moved over to the bed. Taking the younger mans legs, he lifted them up as he lay close and helped him to move to the edge of the bed – Jason stood at the end, hard cock and bottle of lube ready. He was surprised how far his legs were able to stretch back, and felt a little odd, but went with it. Then he felt Jason's shaft touch his hole...it moved back and forth to spread some lube around, with a bit more being applied...Jason put the bottle aside and looked down at him as he gently moved forward, opening the young man's arse with his cock. He let out the breath he realised he'd been holding and tried to relax as he felt the tightness of his arse being widened... Jason slowly moved into him, and as he moved in further he leaned forward and kissed him...then he began to thrust...gently, slowly...it was sore, but not unbearable, but outweighing that was the pleasure he was feeling as the cock moved in and out...he grabbed Jason by the hips to pull him closer...ohhhh it felt good...he was surprised, but pleasantly so. Jason leaned forward and perched his knees on the bed as he thrust, leaning his chest into the younger man's – with each thrust he eased in as far as it felt comfortable, held then slipped slowly out. Thrust in, hold then out... He was feeling the movement, and loving it, tight though he was..."Fuck me more..." he said...and Jason obliged...he pumped forward and back, more quickly, more raggedly now as his orgasm got closer...he pushed in once more and held, and cried out as his hot cum spurted... Jason let his orgasm subside and then slowly eased out of the younger man's tight hole. They lay down side by side and kissed again. "Well," Jason began, "did you enjoy that?" "More than I thought I would" he replied Open for business, he thought Dress Rehearsal "Well," said Shona, unsure, "only if you promise not to get freaked out." "Promise," assured Amy. "Well... we were on this desert island," began Shona. "Us two?" interrupted Amy. "Uh-huh, and we were walking around with – you know – not much on." "Not much meaning...?" Shona started to blush. "Meaning nothing at all, okay?" That tingling again. Amy was getting excited. "You were dreaming about the two of us walking around a desert island naked?" "Well, we didn't do much walking," said Shona, looking too embarrassed to meet Amy's eyes. Amy was definitely getting excited. To her surprise she was seeing this as an opportunity to gauge Shona's reaction on the two of them together. Either way, it was clear the dress incident had affected them both. "What did we do?" asked Amy, trying hard to suppress a smile. "Well," said Shona, awkwardly, "you know..." "I have no idea," said Amy, unable to stop the grin spreading across her face. Shona looked at Amy and laughed. "You bitch, you know exactly what I mean!" Amy giggled. "Well," she said, desperately wanting to reach out and touch her friend's cheek, "it's good to know I wasn't the only one having wet dreams last night." Shona's eyes met Amy's. This was it. She was either going to leave immediately or this was going to be the best dress rehearsal Amy had ever been to. "And who were you dreaming of?" asked Shona, her eyes saying more than words ever could. Any fear Amy had felt today had instantly evaporated. If she was ever sure about anything in her life it was the fact that Shona would reciprocate anything she was about to do. Amy reached out and lightly placed her hand on Shona's. "Who do you think?" Amy had never believed two people could generate electricity between themselves but the gantry that ran high above the stage was charged with more voltage than a power station as Amy and Shona inched closer to each other. Amy reached up and lay a hand on Shona's soft cheek. Shona smiled. "I've always wanted to know what it was like to kiss a bee." "Let's find out," whispered Amy and the two girls moved in to each other. Their lips met and they kissed tenderly. Shona moaned softly and the embrace became stronger. Amy's tongue danced around inside her friend's mouth. Shona reached out and placed a hand over one of Amy's breasts. Amy responded by bringing her own hand down Shona's neck and onto her chest The kiss was fierce now and Shona's hand moved down to Amy's thigh, over her yellow and black-striped tights. Amy moved her lips down to Shona's neck and continued to kiss, occasionally allowing her sensitive lips to stroke over Shona's skin, letting her fully appreciate the smoothness. Shona's hand was moving up and down Amy's thigh and Amy could feel herself getting wet. Shona moaned as Amy licked at her neck, snaking her tongue up over her friend's chin and back into her mouth. Shona began to massage Amy's groin and Amy thought she would explode. "Touch me," Amy whispered and their eyes met. Amy lifted up her sweater and Shona ran her hand over the soft skin. Amy lay back onto the gantry. Shona leaned over her and kissed her belly, reaching her hand under Amy's sweater to squeeze her breast. Amy was desperate. She wanted Shona to touch her, to send her spiralling to the ecstasy she knew was waiting for her. "Are you sure?" whispered Shona, as if it were possible for either girl to stop now. Amy merely nodded, as she was breathing too heavily to be able to talk. Shona slipped her fingers under Amy's shorts and, in one swift movement, pulled down her friend's shorts, tights and pants to reveal her moist, glistening pussy. Shona let out a short breath as she gazed upon her best friend's vagina for the first time. "Oh, God, Amy…" she moaned. The small triangle of pubic hair was wet and matted. The lips were already open, from Shona massaging them. "Do it, Shona…" Amy whispered. "Please…" Shona moved her hand along Amy's thigh. Amy felt her heart was about to pump right through her chest and then Shona touched her. A single finger moved up and down the crack, spreading the juices around, preparing her area. Shona's finger brushed past Amy exposed clit, swollen with anticipation, and Amy's hips involuntarily bucked. Amy was aware that Shona was leaning down, moving her head and mouth towards Amy's pussy. She yanked her sweater up further so she could massage her breasts. She could feel Shona's hot breath between her thighs. There was hesitation and Amy suddenly thought that maybe Shona had changed her mind, then it happened. Shona's tongue licked Amy's pussy. Amy's heart stopped. She ceased to breathe. Her entire existence was now this one moment and it would last an eternity should she wish it to. On a wooden gantry, high above a makeshift theatre stage, Amy was now one of only two human beings left on the entire planet. A thousand emotions flooded her, a million sensations imbued her. Her heart beat again and she instantly longed for the next moment and the pleasures it would bring. Shona's uncertainty had passed and she began hungrily lapping at Amy, devouring her juices, soaking her up. Without being asked she slipped a finger inside Amy and began flicking at her clit with her tongue. Amy had to stop herself from crying out. She had never thought this much pleasure was possible. She arched her back and wriggled her hips from side to side. The gantry rocked gently to Amy's rhythm and the wood creaked as it moved. In some distant part of Amy's mind that was still functioning with any degree of reason she hoped that those on the stage below were too busy rebuilding the set to hear the noise the girls were making. Shona was now using two fingers, thrusting them in and out. Her other hand was kneading Amy's breast and Amy, to her own amazement, found herself suddenly remembering an incident when both girls were eight and Amy had marvelled at Shona's mastering of the patting-the-head-rubbing-the-stomach trick. Amy had to stop herself from bursting into fits of giggles at such an absurd memory. Shona worked her way back up to Amy's face, kissing every part of her body as she moved – the belly, the chest, breasts, nipples, neck and finally back to Amy's mouth. The kiss, deep and forceful, allowed Amy to taste herself. She wrapped her legs around Shona and they ground their hips together. They groaned with pleasure. Amy could feel herself smiling and she could sense Shona doing the same. Amy let a giggle escape, which set Shona off. The girls broke off their kiss and looked at each other, unable to stop themselves from laughing. Amy sighed deeply and stroked Shona's cheek. She shook her head. "One week ago, if somebody had told me…" "I know," whispered Shona. "I suppose we should get down from here, you think?" "Excuse me?" said Amy, with a smile. "I don't think we're finished, yet." Gently, Amy lowered Shona back onto the gantry floor. "Dress," she whispered, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Shona lifted her dress to reveal her white panties. "You'll be gentle, won't you?" whispered Shona. "I'll be nothing of the sort," said Amy. Shona's grin spread wide. "That's my girl." As Cecil Winstock and Whatshisname argued over where a tiny model tree was supposed to be placed on the set, Amy and Shona made love to each other on a small gantry high above the stage. And whatever the outcome of 'Earthly Delights', both girls would agree that it had been the best dress rehearsal ever. Until the next year, of course, when Cecil was replaced as director by a youthful, vibrant and not-to-mention attractive drama student called Sarah. But then, that's a completely different story...