I'm not really a theater type person. I didn't like Moulin Rouge or Chicago. I always skipped drama class in high school and if I had to go, I put in absolutely no effort. Even so, I decided to expand my horizons recently and joined a production as part of the cast (Actually my friend was begging me to join and I owed her a favor). My role is Woman #2. Hey, nobody said I had to have lines the first time I ever acted in a play. Or a name. The point is, there's this other girl who's in it. She's a fairy (this is kind of a twisted play), which means that she's usually in a costume that shows a lot of skin. I didn't know that fairies wore low cut spaghetti strap dresses that go down to mid thigh, but if all fairies are as hot as Stacy is, then I'm not complaining. She's a very thin person, but she definitely has muscle. She's not buff or anything but she's not skin and bones like some skinny girls are. She has short brown hair that goes down to her jaw, and matching brown eyes. She has such a pretty face. I almost couldn't breathe when I first met her.
The way we met was pretty boring. My friend Kay is in this production, and she's friends with Stacy. Kay introduced us the first day and we hit it off. She's very easy to talk to, and I found out that she's kind of a bad girl. She likes to drink and smoke (weed), which I don't mind because I do the same. I'm sure it's a phase that we'll grow out of and think, "My god, how stupid were we back then" but for now, I'm having a shitload of fun.
On opening night, Stacy and I had planned on getting a little tipsy together before the play started but I hadn't brought the alcohol. I did, however, have some weed.
"Ooooh even better. Let's go smoke out," she said, and grabbed my hand, pulling me outside of the theater. We found a secluded place behind the building and quickly shared half a joint. We didn't want to get totally stoned, just to feel a little high. There are different levels of highness. The low level is when you don't feel normal, but you don't exactly feel stoned. The medium level is when you can definitely feel it, but you can still think and concentrate if you have to. The high level is when you're just blown. Usually it takes a full joint for me to get to the medium level, but after smoking a fourth of a joint I was somewhere between the medium and the high level.
I leaned back against the wall and started freaking out. "Holy shit I'm way too stoned. I'm going to totally forget what to do on stage. Oh shit. Oh fuck."
"Michelle, you don't have any lines. You just stand there in the background. Don't worry about it. Besides, if you fuck up at least you'll be able to laugh about it." She ran her fingers through her hair. "Man, I'm definitely feeling it. That was some strong shit."
We had always flirted for as long as we'd known each other, but I didn't know if she was really flirting or if she was just joking. I decided to test it and said, "You know what I like to do when I'm stoned? I like to make out. It feels so amazing."
She vehemently agreed with me. "Oh my god, I know! I can feel everything so much more intensely."
I said jokingly, "Maybe we should make out then," and ran my fingers down her arm.
She said seriously, "Maybe we should," but didn't make a move. We just stood there for a while and we burst out laughing. I don't know why. Once we settled down, I took her by her shoulders and pulled her body into me. Since I was stoned, it felt like her body was falling into mine and we were falling into the wall. It was as if our bodies were becoming one. I don't know how to explain it, but it felt good.
Both of our mouths opened slightly and our hands came up to caress each other's faces and hair, but we didn't kiss yet. My face and fingers were tingling wherever we touched. I was looking into her eyes and I saw them darken with desire before she closed them and leaned in, barely brushing her lips against mine. She shook her head side to side slowly, causing our lips to rub against each other. That's the kind of thing that would probably only be fun if you were stoned, but at the time it felt so good I sighed onto her lips. I tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her with a little more force, feeling our lips move together. She slowly slid her tongue into my mouth and when our tongues first touched she moaned. Her tongue played with mine a little bit, then she pulled back and did it again. She had an interesting style of kissing. It was like a series of a cross between French kisses and pecks on the lips that are each about a second long. It was very wet and very hot. We would lean in and put our tongues in each other's mouths, then as we were pulling away a second later we would kiss each other's lips with our tongues still partially touching and then completely separate, before repeating it. After a while of this, it became one long French kiss with our heads moving back and forth and occasional soft sighs and moans into each other's mouth. My hands stopped caressing her face and I ran my fingers down her neck and arms before I reached around and placed my hands on her ass. I then pulled away, gasping for breath and saying, "We need to get going or we might miss our scenes."
She let out a disappointed moan but disengaged herself from me. We went backstage, finding out that I had in fact missed my only scene but it didn't really matter since Woman #2 isn't exactly crucial to the plot. She was just in time for her scene, so five minutes later she was up on stage dancing. I moved so I was on stage but hidden by the curtain. The audience couldn't see me but she could see me clearly. As she was dancing, she kept glancing over at me and giving me a wtf look. You could tell she was completely stoned from the way she was moving, so I started cracking up. This made her start laughing, but we got over it pretty quickly. I stood leaning against the wall and crossed my legs, rubbing them tightly together very obviously. Her eyes zeroed in onto my crotch and stayed there. Luckily it was time for her to get off stage because she couldn't have danced anymore if she tried. She managed to get out of there with not too much embarrassment.
I snuck back so that we were both backstage. She took my hand and we found a spot that was hidden from view because one of the sets was blocking off a corner. We climbed over and she pushed me against the wall, kissing me roughly. I kissed back with just as much intensity, rubbing my body against hers. Soon we were frantically grinding our hips together, panting and sweating as I buried my face in her neck and my hand grabbed the back of her head. I'm sure someone must have heard us but we couldn't have cared less about other people at that point.
I reached up and roughly massaged her left breast, causing her to moan. I pinched her nipple, making her jerk, then slid my hand down her stomach and cupped her pussy. She spread her legs and pushed her hips forward into my hand. I pulled her dress up and she held it over her hips as I ran one finger up her slit, tickling her clit with my fingernail through her underwear. She gasped and moaned, her thighs shaking. We were both sort of close to coming just from grinding against each other, so when I pushed her underwear to the side and slipped a finger inside her she was just dripping wet.
I slowly slid my finger in and out, my thumb rubbing against her clit. She clenched her teeth and grunted out, "Faster," as one of her hands reached down and grabbed hold of my wrist. I picked up the pace, my finger making soft squishing noises in her pussy. She was moaning under her breath nonstop and her body wouldn't stay still. I knelt down and sucked her clit into my mouth, then started flicking my tongue over it while still sucking as I was fucking her with my finger. She became very still and quiet for a split second, then exploded all over my hand and mouth, her hips bucking against my face and her grip on my wrist tightening so much I had marks afterwards. She was trying to be quiet but not succeeding, making low sounds that were a mixture of screams and moans. She slowly stopped grinding her pussy into my face and sighed, letting go of her dress and pulling me up to her so she could kiss me. She sucked on my lips and tongue, getting all the juices off, then took my hand and slowly sucked the juices off my finger. She pretended it was a cock for a while, moving her lips up and down my finger, then ran her tongue over it before sucking on the whole thing and then removing it from her mouth.
