Mark knew this would be tough. He had been enjoying his time at drama school and definitely had confidence about his acting ability but this might have been asking too much of him. He had to go on stage and stonewall the advances of his fellow classmate Amelia. For this scene Mark was playing a character with no interest in Amelia's, in reality however it was entirely the opposite.
Amelia possessed a slender figure, appearing as though she could be effortlessly swept into Mark's arms despite how she matched him in height. Her last name sounded Italian and that was reflected in her near-perfect features, but like everyone else in this production, she sounded as British as they come.
Previously in the rehearsal room Amelia would wear something casual like a hoodie and leggings, but now they were into dress rehearsals, she wore a pink bikini that clung to her like a second skin, revealing a flawless silhouette. Cascading brown locks flowed effortlessly down to her ass, which arched almost in invitation, practically begging to be caressed. Her trim stomach drew the most of Mark's attention, perfectly flat but toned enough to allow Amelia to be incredibly flexible in her dancing. Mark could not look at her without imagining how it would feel to trace his fingers along her waistline.
As he stood in the wings, watching her, waiting for his cue, Mark's desire continued to build so that it had begun to take all of his concentration to keep his cool. He yearned for nothing else than to strip down, rush out on stage and wrap as much of him around Amelia to savour the feeling of her skin against his.
Watching Amelia, Mark felt a stirring as a subtle bulge began to grow in his trousers, becoming increasingly pronounced. Knowing he needed to go on stage at any moment and act as if he had no interest, he averted his eyes from Amelia and tried to find anything else to focus on.
As he tried to distract himself, Mark's gaze shifted to another classmate, Charlotte, sitting beside him in the wings, who was working as a theatre technician on the production. Her presence unfortunately only provided a momentary respite from his inner turmoil, as he observed her own graceful figure bathed in the soft glow of backstage lights.
Charlotte's skin glowed with the warmth of milk tea, with short, ebony curls that framed her face. Clad in a black t-shirt that clung to her figure like a secret admirer, Mark could trace her curves perfectly, right down to her sizable breasts. Alongside this she wore soft black jeans that wrapped tightly around the shape of her ass and her tantalising legs. The outfit was designed so she would not be seen, but dressed like this it was impossible for Mark not to notice her.
Charlotte, possessing the keen eye required of a technician, had already noticed the predicament Mark had found himself in. Her brown eyes met his before darting down to the ever-growing tent in his pants and back up once again. She cut through the tension immediately with a stifled giggle.
"I don't blame you, you know," Charlotte whispered as she looked out to Amelia on stage, "she looks absolutely amazing up there. It would be a dream come true to even just kiss her."
Mark found himself nodding without even thinking, which caused Charlotte's smile to widen to a mischievous grin.
"You know, I can see it in your eyes," Charlotte teased, "she's irresistible, isn't she?" As she spoke, Charlotte kept darting her eyes downwards, clearly noticing the bulge in Mark's pants getting larger and larger. She leaned closer, her words now a sensuous whisper, "Imagine the taste of those lips, the thrill of her touch. It's like she's casting a spell that neither of us can resist." Her hand reached down as she let her fingers lightly trace Mark's ever more obvious erection over his trousers.
Mark couldn't help but jolt in response, but there were no more laughs from Charlotte, she was clearly getting aroused by this too.
