Closing Night

Being in my last year of high school, I was not always the prettiest girl in the room. None-the-less, the boys loved me for my good will, and large breasts. I had the build of a girl that should play sports; although I seldom did. My birthday was a week away, and I was going to be 18. I wanted to do something fun for my birthday that was just for me. I was thinking about maybe a total make-over and a road trip to Calgary to party. I had plenty of friends, and most people knew me as someone who stood up for herself and anyone else being targeted. I had some enemies, but no one would ever admit to it.

I never really got into sports, but I loved theatre. A month before my birthday were auditions for Cinderella. Our school was infamous for our amazing productions, and we always preformed them in our theatre, right inside our school. When I walked in and saw that the back of the director's head wasn't the head I was used to looking at, I realized that interns were producing the show, and my new director, Mr. Lucsan, was not even nearing 30. He was a very attractive man with a full scruffy beard, and shaggy hair. I sat with my friends and found out that he was also helping the art class by posing for clay work of the Apostles. My friends doing the project told me that he had a nipple ring, and I would never have expected to hear that. His style wasn't the bad boy type – actually he almost dressed like my grandpa. It didn't matter; either way I was immediately attracted to him

I ended up getting the role of the wicked step-mother, and I wasn't particularly accustomed to being that type of person, so I decided to ask for help. Fridays we got out of school at 1:00 and I approached Mr. Lucsan, asking him to help me form a character. His shirt was almost transparent, and I was admiring his sexiness when he beckoned me to his side.

"Isabel? You're not listening to me are you?" He laughed. "Come here and read this line to me!"

"Sorry… thinking about math." I fumbled my words trying to cover my embarrassment of staring at his well-formed chest. I walked to his side, and leaned over the back of his chair, gently resting my hand on his shoulder. I knew he could feel the warmth of my body because he immediately got tense. My boobs were nearly stroking his cheek with every breath I took, and I could feel my nipples rubbing against my shirt as I became increasingly turned on. "You've had a busy day?" I began to read the text above his extended finger. "The impertinence! After your father died everyone said I should have thrown you out on the street."

After about 20 minutes of work, we both had to leave but I could tell he had felt the same things I had when I was close to him. The magnetism between us was undeniable and I wanted to continue touching him even after he got into his car across the street from mine. I went home, a little disappointed, thinking about making him my birthday present.

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Mr. Lucsan and I began spending more time alone together over the next month, mostly working on my character, talking about our life's or the drama backstage.

A week after my birthday, my life started to get hectic and I talked to Mr. Lucsan about it because he was becoming a stable factor in my life, and someone I trusted.

"And now my mom is going to have to have surgery. Everything is just getting out of hand! I don't know if I can handle it all," I babbled. By this time I was beginning to forget ever wanting him because he was more like a friend than a sex object in my mind. "I'm afraid it's going to interfere with the show, or with my school work. I just can't let that happen!" He got out of his chair and rolled it beside me before he sat down again.

"Isabel, listen. You're a very strong person and I'm sure it's not going to be easy, but I'm always here if you need me." He put his arms around me and embraced me affectionately. He was in such a close proximity to me that I could feel something inside me stir and all those feelings came back. I wanted him, and the dampness between my legs agreed. I slowly turned to look up at him and his face was only inches from mine.

"Thank you," was the first (appropriate) thing I could think of to say, and then he kissed me. It wasn't the take charge kiss I had been expecting, but it sent shivers through my body, and I could feel his lips all over me. When it was over, I didn't know what to do next but I was not going to apologize for it, and I hoped he wouldn't either. There was nothing funny about the moment but I began to laugh. It must have offended him because he stood up and began to pull his chair back behind his desk. I sat there for just a second and decided I didn't want it to end like this.

"You should probably go. This is getting out of hand, Isabel, and I don't think either of us thought it through."

"No. I'm sorry; I didn't find anything funny. I have just thought about this moment so many times. It just caught me off-guard that it was actually happening. Please, don't make me leave." His back was to me but I put my hands on his shoulders, and I felt his body relax as he realized that I wasn't upset. When he turned around the look on his face was exactly like I had been imagining for so long. He grabbed tight to my arms and pushed me up against the wall.

I knew my pussy was just dripping and I wouldn't wait to have him inside of me. I unzipped my sweatshirt, and pulled off the tank top underneath revealing my soft black bra and ample chest. He was wearing one of my favorite shirts on him, and as good as he looked I nearly ripped it off. The warmth of his hands put me at ease as he stroked my sides and ran his wet tongue along my collar bone. I fondled his nipple ring for a minute before I felt his hand glide up my body and pull my arms off him. I gave in and he pinned me against the wall, kissing my mouth and my neck.

He was stimulating me so well with his mouth on my body that I didn't notice him take off his pants and undo my bra. I still had my hands against the wall like I was pinned but when I felt him slide the straps of my bra off my shoulders I dropped them to my sides and my bra fell on the floor exposing my hard, light pink nipples.

"Oh, Peter," I breathed as he shrank to his knees, kissing my breasts. I wasn't very tall by comparison, and even on his knees he was almost eye-level with my tits.

He amazed me by taking off my pants and my panties in what seemed to be just seconds.

First he looked for my approval and then he lifted my leg over his shoulder and buried his face in my stubbly pussy. God, it felt good, and I made it known through quiet moans. My fingers were in his hair, and I was rhythmically thrusting my hips forward to meet his tongue. It was obvious I was going to come if he continued, so he pulled away and kissed a path back up to my face.

I whimpered softly to let him know I didn't want him to stop, but he kissed me and began rubbing each of my tits to make it up to me. My hands slowly traveled down his back and my right one found his hard cock. As soon as I touched it, it seemed to grow another whole inch. We were both breathing heavily and the more I stroked his thick cock, the more he moaned and shook.

"You had better stop that, or I'm going to come all over you," he whispered into my ear in the sexiest voice I ever heard.

"Well, we wouldn't want that. I'd be sticky for the rest of the day." I sat him back down in his chair and I kneeled in front of him. I had only given two blowjobs my entire life, but both guys said I did it well, so I licked the head of his dick. Peter took a sharp breath in, but breathed out with a moan and came into my mouth. He kissed me again after I swallowed all of is gooey cum.

"Come here." Then he motioned for me to sit on his desk. I was still dripping wet and there was immediately a pool of my juices on his desk. He looked at me; he was quickly getting hard again. I walked over and sat down in his lap, hanging my legs over the left side of the chair. I could feel his hard dick squished in between my thighs and his stomach.

I looked at him with the shyest face I could create. "I've never done this before. Have sex, I mean."

He picked me up and laid me across his desk. Bending over, he kissed me and pulled my legs apart. He thrust two fingers inside me and I winced at the pain of his big, manly fingers fucking my tight, virgin pussy. I couldn't wait anymore, and I begged him to take me – right there on his desk in the middle of the day. Now the head of his cock was purple, and so hard I thought it would burst immediately, but he pushed in the head and very slowly began the rest of his long 8 inch shaft. My body was on fire, and the pain felt so good because I knew in just a few seconds I was going to get something I had wished for.

"Am I hurting you?" he said as he stopped. It was sweet of him to ask, but I shook my head and pushed my head back against the table, pushing my chest against his body. He licked and sucked my tits, and then the pain started to go away.

"It's gone now. It doesn't hurt any more, so, you can get faster." I wanted him too much to fool around. I put my hands on his ass, squeezed and pushed down, sending the whole length of his think member inside me. It felt so good, I almost screamed. He was expecting those sounds and covered my mouth with his. Peter began to pick up the pace, and his thrusts got deeper inside me, filling up every bit of my pussy. "Talk to me; tell me how much you wanted it, how good it feels."

He wasn't sure what to do. "Oh, Isabel, You're so tight. I have always wanted you. I watched you up on stage, and I could just imagine what it would be like to slide inside of your hot, wet cunt. Ohh. I'm going to fuck you so hard."

"Deeper!" I whispered in the loudest voice possible. I wanted to scream, but we were in a school, having sex on a teacher's desk. He continued to push his cock into me for what felt like hours. I dug my fingers into his back and with one last deep thrust, he pushed all of his cock into me and we came together. My throbbing pussy milked every drop of cum out of him, and then he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty heap.

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Two weeks later the show was over and on closing night Peter walked around handing out cards to the actors. As he came to me, and wrapped his arms around me there in the middle of the dressing room to hug me, I whispered in his ear, "Did you like fucking my virgin pussy? You want to do it again, don't you?" We had not had sex since that night, and we probably would only have sex one more time, closing night.