Note: All characters in this story are fictional and over 18
When I woke up the next morning, I wondered if it was all an amazing dream, but I knew I couldn't dream up anything so intense and wonderful.
After Liz had left, I had laid on the stage for a few minutes, in blissful shock, before getting dressed and heading back to my dorm.
Now, in the light of day, I wondered what she had meant by "next time". Did she really want to do this again? Did she want me to do her? I wanted to. Of course I wanted to. Liz had made my wildest dreams come true; and more.
I got up and checked my email, hoping she had elaborated on what "next time" meant, but my inbox only held notes about a group project for my English class. So, I got dressed and went about my day, looking forward to seeing Liz that evening, in rehearsal. My day drug on, but finally, it was time to go to the theater.
Throughout all of rehearsal, I was lost in my own head. I just kept thinking about what happened on that stage. I wanted to jump up and announce it to all the actors, but I also enjoyed having a secret. I wondered what was going to happen there tonight.
Liz, of course, acted perfectly normal, though I couldn't look at her without blushing. I was afraid the actors would notice.
Finally, rehearsal was over, and the actors left. I hurried over to Liz and wrapped my arms around her, whispering in her ear, "I'm ready for our next session".
However, she just laughed and told me I would have to wait, but that waiting was part of the fun.
So, I waited.
A week passed, with nothing but theatre talk happening between us: could I email a new schedule to the actors? Was the prop department about done with the chairs for the dance scene? When was the meeting with the costume designer? Waiting was agony, but the building anticipation felt wonderful.
Finally, an email arrived, with the subject heading, "Tutoring". The message read, "I have set aside some time for our next session tonight, after rehearsal. I can't wait to see what you learned last time."
Wow. This was it. I was so excited about tonight.
Rehearsal dragged on, even more than usual. Liz looked so amazing in her sweats, especially now that I knew what was underneath them. Everytime she gave an instruction to the actors, the sound of her sweet southern accent sent chills down my spine.
There were some changes in the blocking, so I had to focus on actually doing my job, which was probably good. I didn't want to be too obvious in front of the actors.
Finally, it was over, and I walked the actors out, telling them to have a good night. I locked the door and headed back to the front of the theatre.
Liz met me halfway there, giving me a soft and gentle kiss, before whispering in my ear, "This is going to be fun."
I gave her a kiss, which started as soft as hers, but deepened into hunger and passion.
As I pulled away, Liz made a little whimpering noise. I had her right where I wanted her, and couldn't wait to bring her the same pleasure she had brought me.
I took her by the hand, and led her to the front of the theatre, before giving her another deep kiss, this one lasting longer than the last. Her mouth was amazing.
I kissed along her jawline to her ear, took that adorable earlobe into my mouth, and flicked it with my tongue.
