Actress

I was an aspiring actress. I was currently in an amateur group, doing plays. No remuneration naturally. If anything it was a negative remuneration as we all had to contribute to keep our little group going.

I'd hooked up with this group in school when I was sixteen and was now pushing nineteen. The number of scouts that had seen one of our performances? Possibly one or two a year. The number of offers to try out for an audition? A nice round number - zero. Still, hope springs eternal, etc.

I might mention that I did have a proper job. I was a programmer, and a good one. My firm was pleased with my performance.

We were currently practising for our next play. We'd chosen one of the classics, Romeo and Juliet, with yours truly being Juliet. We were allowed to rehearse in a hall in back of the local church, which was fair enough as the church also used our shows for a bit of fund raising.

On this particular night we were having our rehearsal and things were a mess. Brian, our director (self appointed), was giving contradicting instructions and things were going from bad to worse. He finally lost it, called us rude names, and told us to take fifteen minutes to get ourselves back in the mood. (It was Romeo kissing Juliet that finished him off. We totally stuffed up that kiss. I just couldn't see Andy as my Romeo.)

To take a breather I wandered into the actual church. I like looking at stained glass windows. If they're well done they look fantastic. The church had had a real craftsman make them.

"Juliet, my Juliet, wherefore art thou my Juliet?"

"Right here Andy and stop pinching my lines."

Andy laughed. "Tell me, how the hell do you blow a simple kiss scene?"

"My fault," I admitted. "I was just having trouble seeing you as my Romeo."

"I'm hurt. Deeply, deeply hurt. A knife to the heart would hurt less."

"True. You'd be dead so fast there'd be no pain. Anyway, you were laughing too."

"Only because you were. Still, we'd better get our act together or Brian will have a stroke."

"True," I admitted.

"On that note I'm going to kiss you, and there'll be no laughing."

I grinned and turned up my face for the kiss. He kissed me and I reciprocated. The kiss deepened and I had to admit he wasn't bad at it. We broke apart, laughed, and he drew me closer for another kiss. I didn't mind one little bit. Our mouths were open and I was taken by surprise when he suddenly bit down, catching my bottom lip between his teeth.

He wasn't biting hard enough to puncture the skin but my lip was trapped and I couldn't move. I was wondering what the hell when I felt my dress being lifted and his hands were brushing against my panties. Brushing hell! His finger slipped under the crotch and he pulled the crotch down and sideways, effectively exposing my mound with my panties bunched to one side.

I tried to push him away but with my lip trapped I was reduced to pawing at his chest which had exactly zero effect. His next move was to start touching me very intimately and there was nothing I could do.

That's when it dawned on me that it wasn't his finger poking at me. I managed to make some disapproving noises, like that had any effect. His cock found the connection it wanted and started pushing into me.

Happy with what he'd started Andy returned to kissing me properly. If you're thinking this was my chance to push him off you're wrong. He had one hand behind my head holding me still for his kiss while his other hand was on my bottom, holding me still for his cock.

Holding me still hell. His hand was pressing against my bottom, urging it to sink onto his cock, which it did quite nicely. By this time I'd said the hell with it (thought it anyway) and I was kissing him back just as enthusiastically as he was kissing me.

At the same time his cock was starting to move rhythmically inside me, generating all sorts of delicious sensations. I was rocking in place, held upright by a chest behind me. (Later on I realised it was the pulpit. Not the place for this sort of activity.)

He was slowly picking up the pace until it wasn't that slow. He was driving in hot and heavy, his mouth plastered against mine, while I was returning his kiss and humping my hips, completely enthralled by what was happening.

He suddenly seemed to jerk and I felt his seed splashing deep inside me. This was enough to send me into my own climax and I was lucky Andy was still kissing me as his mouth swallowed my scream.

We hastily tidied our clothes, just in time to hear Brian call "places please."

"Romeo and Juliet didn't have sex," I snapped at Andy as we joined the cast.

"They most certainly did," Andy replied. "The same day they were married. Read the damned play."

"We aren't married," I pointed out, but he just grinned.