Hello readers. This is my very first attempt at erotic literature, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please send any and all comments – I'd like to improve!
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"Michael!"
It wasn't the fact that she yelled my name across the room. As the stage director for the university's holiday production, most of the cast was saying hello as I walked into the theatre area. And I certainly wasn't surprised to see her there. TJ had one of the main roles in the show, the "young courtesan" of the prince. No, I would have to say the reason I was surprised was that this beautiful young blond had leaped into my arms and was proceeding to give me a full body hug: her firm legs wrapped tightly around my torso, her arms entwined about my neck, and her lips planted fully on mine.
At first, I was so stunned that the only thing I could think to do was to move my arms around her to support her weight. Presence of mind finally returned and I reached a little lower to make her more comfortable. And so, the last dress rehearsal began with my hands cupping TJ's ass while she hung on for dear life.
Her lips were still attached to mine, and I began to feel her tongue starting to tentatively explore. I opened my mouth, briefly played my tongue against hers, then gently set her down, giving her a very puzzled look.
"Well, I'm very happy to see you, too," I said. "I'm just glad Peter didn't try to greet me in the same way!"
TJ laughed, flipped her hair. "I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate being in the show!" she replied. "The last few months have been so much fun, and everyone in the cast is so nice, and you've been great, and..."
"Slow down, slow down!" I interrupted. "You were given the part because you nailed the audition – just like the rest of the cast. You've more than earned your spot on stage."
"I know, but this being my first show, I just wanted to make sure I did a really nice job for you."
As she spoke, I suddenly realized that her costume, which was fairly revealing to begin with, was just a little more so tonight. The tops of her breasts were peeking out of the center of her shift, and I could swear the front lacing was much looser than it had been during previous rehearsals. There's no way this 22-year old hottie was coming on to me, I thought; I'm 10 years her senior and there must be someone closer to her age that she is interested in. Still, the attention was nice, as were her breasts, so I enjoyed the view while we continued to talk. After a bit, I gathered the cast on stage, began the final dress, and put the encounter with TJ out of my mind.
5 hours later, the cast and I were finally satisfied with the show. We had made a few changes, added a bit of banter between the prince and his mother, and tightened up some of the fight scenes. As the theater emptied, I stayed behind to put the stage right for the opening act tomorrow night. As I was moving the king's high-back throne into its proper position, I thought I heard the side stage door opening. Not expecting anyone this late, I cautiously approached the back stage area.
"Michael" came the quiet question, "are you still here?"
"Right here, TJ," I replied, rather deadpan. "What did'ya forget this time?" During the course of rehearsals, TJ had been dubbed the "Forgetful Courtesan", as it became clear to the cast that, shortly after leaving for the night, she'd be back within 10 minutes for a hairbrush, make up bag, backpack...you name it, she left it behind.
She strolled onto the stage, still dressed in her courtly finery. "I really thought my cell phone was in my bag, but now I can't find it. Did you happen to see it anywhere?"
"No" I said, "although I haven't been all through the back stage areas or the dressing rooms. Let's go take a look."
"Thanks. You're a doll." She took my hand and we marched back stage to start the hunt.
About 10 minutes into the search, the unmistakable strains of "Greased Lightning" rang out through the back stage area. Startled, I turned to look at TJ, who was frantically digging through her bag. She grinned sheepishly at me, and pulled out her "missing" cell phone, hitting the mute as she did.
"So," I smirked. "You found it."
"Um...well...ya see," she stammered, as she put the phone back in her bag. "I was standing outside, trying to get up the nerve to come back in, and the cell phone gag was the only thing I could think of."
I looked at her and said, rather seriously, "Is there a problem with the show? Do you need more help with your lines? Cuz, I have to tell you, you've got nothing to be..."
My comments were instantly cut off by the presence of her soft, wet lips once again caressing mine. Startled, I held her back at arms length. "TJ?" I questioned.
She started twirling some of her hair in her left hand. "No, the show is fine. I'm fine." She stared into my eyes and continued. "I just wanted you to know that I meant everything I had said earlier tonight. I am really grateful to be in the show." Her hand had stopped playing with her hair and had joined her right in playing with the laces on the front of her costume. "I just felt that, you know, I should show you exactly how grateful."
With a last flick of her hands, the laces came undone and her shift floated gracefully to the floor. TJ now stood before me almost naked, her soft breasts rising and falling with her breath. Her shear, lavender panties clung to her skin and the dampness from her pussy was clearly visible in the thin material. She stood there for a moment, allowing me to caress her body with my eyes, then started moving back towards me very slowly, almost catlike in her stride.
With every step TJ took my way, I could feel my breath catching in my throat; hear my blood pumping in my ears, feel my cock start to strain against my jeans. She came within inches of my body, brought her right hand up to my chest, and began tracing a slow, straight line towards the floor, all the while staring into my eyes and teasing her lips with her tongue.
Her hand reached the waist of my pants and she brought her other to join it. She unbuckled my belt and slowly pulled it through the loops. Dropping it on the floor, her hands returned to my pants and began undoing them with a practiced grace. Her hands would brush against my cock and the electricity would shoot through me, causing shivers and goose flesh across my entire body. I realized that, since the beginning of her seduction, we hadn't spoken a word to each other. Not wanting to break the spell, I wisely kept my mouth shut, only allowing a few moans to escape my lips, to which she nodded approval.
TJ gently pushed my pants to the floor, and started stroking my hard cock through my boxers, alternating hands with fingernails. The feeling was incredible – I closed my eyes briefly just to enjoy the sensations then resumed our locked-eye gaze. She continued for a few more moments, gave it one last squeeze then began to remove my shirt. I raised my arms above my head and complied with her wishes, carefully kicking my pants away from my feet. Soon we were both in a similar state of undress, our underwear providing the only barrier to complete nudity.
As if reading my mind, TJ tossed my shirt to the floor and tucked her thumbs into either side of her panties. She smiled, winked, and deftly slid them down and off, then stood up, exposing the glistening wet slit of her pussy, a small tuft of blond hair gracing the top of her mound. As mesmerized as I was by the sight, I didn't notice her stretching her panty's waistband like a rubber band until the lavender underwear hit me in the chest. As she laughed, I instinctively reached up, and grabbed them before they hit the ground. The silk material felt smooth to my touch, and my fingers could feel the patch of wetness she had left.
TJ moved closer. I dropped the panties, and placed my hands on her petite breasts. She closed her eyes, moaned, and leaned into the massage. I pinched her nipples with my thumb and forefinger and she gasped in pleasure and pain. TJ opened her eyes and whispered, "Do that again." I pinched and rolled, enjoying her moans and the increasing size of her nipples in my hand. Soon they were bright red and poking out about half and inch. Resistance left me and I bent down to suck one into my mouth.
"Mmmmmm - OH!" escaped her lips as I first sucked then bit her sensitive nipple. I continued to caress her breasts as I nibbled first on one nipple, then the other. Her moans continued, and her hands found their way to the back of my head, holding it closer to her chest, urging me on. How could I refuse?
