It was chaos backstage as everyone prepared for dress rehearsal; the on stage band was warming up, the lights were flicking on and off, the actors were rushing around, setting their props, and nobody noticed that both Patti and I were missing, that we were, in fact, behind the lumber rack, doing some major fondling against the muslin flats. She had her "Godspell" costume on, a very carnival looking rag-tag thing, which I was exploring eagerly, my hands running over the buttons and buckles, squeezing and weighing her mounds and curves. She was breathing quickly, and enjoying every moment. I put a hand under her costume shirt and cupped a breast, while kissing her on the neck. "Ooo, you're hands are cold." she moaned. With her back to me I slipped a hand into her clown pants and began fingering her pussy. She pushed her ass back and ground it against my cock. "We can't do this now." she said, without stopping. To her surprise, I untied her pant strings and let them fall down. She wore white panties with yellow ducks. "No, no!" she whispered, trying to collect her pants from the floor. I bent her over a saw horse, pushed her panty crotch aside, put my finger inside her as if it were my dick, and started to "fuck" her again. "Somebody will see us." she said, grunting with pleasure as my hips thrust against her ass. "Nuh...Nuh...Nuh....NUH!" She came just as we heard the Stage Manager call places. "This is crazy!" she said, quivering. I slid my finger out of her cunt, and wiped the juice under my nose. She pulled her up her balloon pants, and gave my cock a squeeze. I kissed her sweet little mouth, and we separated, entering the stage from opposite sides. I watched the whole rehearsal with her smell of her pussy beneath my nostrils.
This had been going on for a week now. We groped and kissed and masturbated each other anywhere we could. But we still hadn't had intercourse, which was fine and not so fine with me. I wanted that cherry so badly I could taste it. I couldn't think of anything else.
Patti had become an obsession.
The dress rehearsal was lousy, but when opening night came, surprise, surprise, the show didn't suck! Parents and friends applauded enthusiastically, and everyone was very happy with me. In the lobby after the show Patti came up to me and gave me a big hug. Standing next to her was a young girl. "This is my friend Elise." said Patti, introducing us.
Elise was clutching her program and was beaming from ear to ear. "That was so great! How did you make them do all that? You were on Broadway, right? Did you ever do any movies? Are you going to choreograph the next show? I'm auditioning! No doubt! That was so great!"
We both laughed at her. She was adorable, and so excited about meeting me. Patti ran off to talk to her parents while Elise and I talked. She was blonde and slim, and very pretty, with very long hair that has probably never been cut; it hung down to her rear end. A few of her friends came by, and all just as fascinated by me. They giggled and questioned and buzzed around me for about ten minutes before Patti dragged me off to meet her parents. Elise was particularly sorry to see me go, and when I looked back I noticed she was still watching me.
"Mmm. Cute friends." I said to Patti.
"Don't get any ideas." she said, playfully smacking me on the arm.
"Mark!" said a familiar voice. It was Patti's brother, Tommy, coming over to slap me on the back. "How the hell are you, man? Saw your commercial like a hundred times. That's so great!" I always liked Tommy, but it was a little uncomfortable standing there talking to him, after all the perverted things I'd been doing to his little sister. Same thing with Patty's parents, who seemed very pleased with the show, and went on and on about how much Patti was enjoying herself and how much she liked me. Patti was a little embarrassed, and I was suddenly feeling very scummy. I was too old for this. Christ, we all looked so old next to little Patti.
"We almost couldn't catch the show." said Tommy, "We're supposed to be in Boston tomorrow morning for a wedding - my Aunt Wendy. We were going to leave this afternoon, but Patti said, 'God you have to see my show!', so we had to come."
"Boston?" I said, giving Patti a worried look.
"Don't worry, I'm not going!" said Patti, laughing. "I won't miss the show!" Then she added, a little shyly, "They're leaving me home alone."
"Just for the weekend." said her Dad.
Patti looked at me sidewise. They were leaving her alone! That presented all sorts of opportunities.
We said goodbye to her parents and headed out to the parking lot. I was going to give Patti a ride to the cast party, so she jumped in my car. She was so excited about the opening, and couldn't stop bouncing around, and couldn't keep her hands off me. There were still plenty of students and parents in the parking lot, so I tried to be cool, but Patti was too alive, too full of the moment to keep her hands to herself.
"Patti!" I said, pushing her hands off my thigh. "Stop it, you slut!"
"I am not!" she yelled, playfully slapping me on the shoulder.
"Are to!" I said, pushing her away.
"Am not!"
