It's a small college, 1200 students. Most of us recognize just about everyone else and probably know roughly half. In my opinion, Charlene Borden is the sexiest girl on campus. Nice looking, friendly, big smiles and sparkly eyes, long dark hair with lots of curl in it, and the most amazing body possible. Nature couldn't make a more desirable body. Great legs with more shape than seems possible, solid and curvy. Firm, tight ass that sits high and moves like magic. Small waist. Bodacious boobs. Not the world's largest double D's but sublimely shaped full C's, sitting all out front so they enter the room a split second before the rest of her. Playboy would love her as a model.
About half of us live on campus in dorms. Charlene is one of the commuters. So she isn't around in the evenings or weekends to try and date. I've sat with her in our Commons having a Coke and I'd love to try and get closer to her but it seems impossible. She has a boyfriend near her home. At least that's what I've heard. However, we're both in the Drama Club and we've just both been cast in one of the club's three plays per year. So I'll finally get to know her better.
I play her father so we're in a lot of scenes together. The father is one of the leads. The other lead is a woman that, in the play, is an old girl friend of his from years before that's just come back to town. So the daughter is a supporting role but a decent one with fairly much stage time.
In rehearsals, there's a scene where the father and daughter sit next to one another on a small sofa. He puts his arm around her and consoles her about something. We're sitting almost at a right angle to the audience; in this case that's the teacher who is the director and whoever else in the cast or club that's watching rehearsals. Not quite a right angle, but Charlene is upstage from me. I'm to her right and when I put my left arm around her, my hand reaches the side of her left breast. I have just an evil enough mind and enough nerve to realize that no one in the audience can see what that hand is doing. Their view is blocked by our bodies. And if she reacts, everyone will notice it, right in the middle of a scene. So I caress her breast and just about get my whole hand on it, holding it. At the same time, I deliver my lines.
It probably tells something about me psychologically that I'd do this. In high school I was in a play and the prettiest girl in the class was cast as my wife. In rehearsals (and in the final performances) I gave her great, sexy kisses to the point we started dating. But then I couldn't follow through when we weren't on stage and she eventually dropped me. What does that say about me, that I'll risk things when I'm in a role that I can't do in person?
"You're a dirty old man, Daddy," I hear in a whisper from Charlene, said without her moving her lips. No one else has any idea that she's said anything. Still reciting my lines, I move my hand lower, to her side. Another quiet whisper. "I didn't say stop." I move my hand back up and start massaging her breast slightly, at least as much as I can. Then we both have to move. She turns towards me and says her lines and then we both get up and go on with the scene.
It's interesting. I've just played with her boob in front of an audience and got away with it. We're both going on as if nothing happened. But of course something has. And this can't be the end of it.
In front of the director and other cast members we go on with rehearsals for at least another hour. Charlene's staying late and will drive home after the rehearsal is over. And will do that often for several weeks until we finally stage the finished production. Several times I notice her looking at me in sort of a questioning way. If I catch her looking and she knows it she gives me a funny sort of grin. The kind of grin you give each other when you know you're doing something you shouldn't. But when the rehearsal ends and we're all picking our things up, I look around and she's gone.
The next day, midmorning, I head into Commons after class to get a soft drink. Charlene is there. When she sees me she smiles and moves her head a little, gesturing to me, so I go over and sit with her. We're going to have another rehearsal that late afternoon again and the next day and the next, etc. So I would have seen her later anyway.
"I've been trying to figure out," she says to me, "whether you were just being cute or meant something. I mean, you've never seemed to show an interest before."
"I meant something," I reply. "You're the most desirable girl I've ever seen but you've always been sort of unapproachable."
She looks at me quietly for a moment. I'm not an Adonis. I'm okay physically, just a quarter inch shy of six feet and I'm on the wrestling team so I'm in good shape. Actually we don't have much of a wrestling team. It happens that I had some minimal training once upon a time and managed to defeat the only other two guys in my weight class that showed up, so I was on the team. But I am in good physical shape. I'm blond. Or was blond, I'm getting darker. Crew cut really short for wrestling, blue eyes and at least even featured. Not handsome but not ugly either.
"Desirable?" she finally asks. "That's h ow you think of me?"
I'm probably in trouble. I've never been great with women. I've had my successes but even then I think maybe they were more successes for the girls than for me, I was just the one they chose to satisfy their needs. So what do I say? "Yes, " I finally say. "You have the greatest body possible, Charlene. Every time I see you I drool, I think I could just eat you up."
She just looks at me again. Straight. Not angry, sort of quizzical maybe. "You'd like to eat me." she says, more as a statement than a question. Then she gives me a big smile, starts pulling her books together and gets up to leave. "I'll see you at rehearsals," she says as she walks off. I lick my lips. I'm drooling.
Late that afternoon we're both at rehearsals. But we never do the same scene again. She looks at me a lot when she's off to the side and not involved. For some reason, I can keep doing a scene even when I'm thinking of something else. Like saying my lines while playing with her breast the day before. So I also look at her. She smiles at me. Grins really. And she has an odd look in her eyes. They're sort of larger or brighter or something when she looks at me. I'm reminded of kids anticipating their Christmas or birthday presents. The rehearsal finally ends and Mrs. Carlson, our teacher and director, gives us her comments and we start to disperse. Charlene grabs me.
"Do you have any books or anything? Get them and come with me." All I had was my script, so I followed her back stage. She opens a door in the wall and goes through it, I follow. It's absolutely black. No light at all.
The school auditorium, our theater, was perhaps once used for chapel or religious training of some sort because it has a bell tower, like a church would. There are no bells in it now, just loudspeakers that blare out electronic bell or gong tones on the hour and fractions of hours. This room is actually the base of the bell tower. Very likely no one uses it except to go through it when the system above needs maintenance. I guess I knew it was there but never thought about it much.
I can feel her moving, next to me. She actually hangs on to me for a moment. Then she sort of grabs me a little and says, "Put these in your pocket." These what? I can't see them or her in the dark but she gets hold of my arm and moves down to my hand and I can feel material. Soft, smooth material. "They're my panties," she says, "I don't want to lose them." Her panties? What the heck is this? Then she floors me. "I want you to eat me," she says.
"Can we turn on a light so I can see you?" I ask.
"No," she says. "Someone outside might see light under the door. It might even glow way up in the tower so people could see it. They think we've gone with everyone else. Do you need light to eat me?"
What the heck is this? I guess we're to be a secret from others. "No, I guess not," I say, "but it would be a lot better if we were naked in the daylight so I could appreciate your terrific body better. And normally, we'd sort of work up to this, kissing and feeling and getting aroused before I actually got my tongue into your vagina."
"Well we can kiss and feel if you want, I'd like that, too, as long as you end up eating me."
So I grope and find her and get our lips together and kiss. She kisses well, Some action and not just passive. I manage to get my hands on her breasts, on top of her clothes, and do a little bit as we kiss over and over. But I know her panties are off so I get my hand down between us to her crotch and discover she's really wet. Not pee wet, sort of creamy wet. Juicy. As I finger her she moans in my mouth.
"You need to be back against the wall," I say, "to help hold you up." We both shuffle back a little and she backs up against the wall. I kneel down and get my face at the level of my fingers that are in her. I move a hand to run it down her leg and get to her knee. "You need to lift this leg so I can spread you open more and get to you," I say, sort of pulling and lifting her leg. She cooperates and her thigh goes onto my shoulder. I can't see a darn thing but I know where her vagina is because I still have a finger in it. I get my other hand in there and spread her vaginal lips open a little. I lean my face into her and get my tongue to her. I can do it, I can get in there. I lick up and down and I can hear her breathing increase.
Somehow, in this ridiculous situation, I manage to do a pretty good job on her. I actually like eating pussy for some weird, degenerate reason. I think I like what it does to the girl. I like what it does to me, too, since I always get a huge hard on. I take her through a lot of "ohs" and "ahs" to low, guttural growling, to panting and low level screams that I'm sure she's controlling so we won't get caught. When I work really diligently on her clit she finally comes. Her hips are jerking, both her hands are on my head trying to shove my face up inside her, and I get loads and loads of juices that I try to lap up as much as I can. Her hands finally relax on me so I pull away from her and stand up, grabbing her leg that had been over my shoulder and keeping it raised.
