The Roles We Play: An Erotic Short (The Classics Collection) (2 page)

Jack kept his mouth on me, lapping hungrily at my clit, his fingers spreading me open. Finally, he put his index and middle fingers inside me, gently moving them in and out while he kept his focus on my clit. His tongue had slowed down but was going at me with more intensity. Occasionally his lips closed around the flesh and gently sucked before his tongue started working on me again. I was aware of the time constraints but pretty determined to allow myself to enjoy this as long as I could before I came. And then I let it happen. I felt my hips shove my pussy even closer to his face and I shuddered over and over again. It felt like the audience must know exactly what was happening based purely on our silhouette, which excited me even more.

A week into our run, something new happened.  Our bed, which was near the side of the stage, had a visitor.

Each night either Jack or I had had an
orgasm, or both of us together. This time he’d invited one of the assistant stage managers, a young man, to join us. His name was Mark and he was gorgeous; light brown hair, a strong jaw and piercing blue eyes. He was in his early twenties and it was hard not to notice him since he was tall and slim, with an athletic build. He towered above the other stage hands. I didn’t see him until we’d been lying under the sheets, kissing for a minute. Then suddenly he was behind us, hiding behind the bed, obscured from the audience. He slid his hand under the covers and I felt it on my leg, sliding up towards my ass. I let out a quiet sigh, delighted that Jack had had the forethought to invite him along.

Mark’s
hand moved to the place between my legs and gently glided over my wet pussy, and I heard him make an exclamation in a quiet voice, obviously pleased with what he’d discovered. Jack was lying next to me, and helped guide me on top of him. He’d already pulled his pajamas down and he was hard. Mark’s took my hand and moved it gently toward Jack’s hard flesh. He wrapped my fingers around it and watched as I stroked up and down. Then with his fingers, Mark gently rubbed my pussy.

Jack pulled me forwards and I moved onto his cock. This was the first time he’d been inside me, and it had been worth the wait. His prick was fairly long and very thick. I’d known the first day that I’d enjoy having it in my cunt. I squeezed him gently with my pussy and started moving rhythmically, pulling myself
up, almost off him then lowering myself again as he moaned. Mark had slid his hand in front of me and was magically probing at my clit while I fucked Jack. Now and then he’d pull his fingers away, lick my cream off of them and go back to work, rubbing at me. His other hand had crept up to my right breast, and he fondled my nipple like a pro.

I was determined to come with Jack. I slid myself up and
down, always in such a way that Mark’s fingers could keep at me, my slip all but falling off as my right breast hung naked. I was excited by the idea of a man or woman in the audience being able to see the outline of my body; I pictured someone with opera glasses, sitting in the balcony and focusing on my nipple, Mark’s finger probing at it. I wished that they could see my pussy on Jack’s cock.

When I felt Jack get close---I’d learned by now that he went very quiet just before he came---I let myself climax.
Mark chuckled softly, delighted with his success. He raised himself slightly, just enough to get his lips around my nipple, and sucked it as I came. I felt Jack shoot hot cum inside me, over and over in spurts. I realized gleefully that it would drip down my thigh as I went offstage, and I had no problem with that.

Mark
had thought about it too though, and after I raised myself off Jack’s cock, he took a hand and wiped the wetness from me, then licked the blend of Jack’s and my juices off her fingers. Then he found his way off stage and I wondered who had seen us. Surely by now the entire cast and crew knew what we were up to.

The following show, Jack had planned yet another surprise and invited
Mark back. This time he kissed me then made sure that I was on the side of the bed closest to the back of the stage. He angled me so that my legs were facing towards Mark, who, kneeling beside the bed, spread my knees open. Jack lay behind me and put each hand inside the folds of my silk to play with my nipples as Mark licked my pussy. I liked how he ate me; his tongue was thick and he knew how to manipulate my flesh. He understood every inch of my pussy and how to probe at it with his lips, tongue, fingers. He would occasionally stop licking me and rub his fingertips rapidly over my clit, which made me crazy. Then he’d put his mouth back on me and lick, all the while letting his fingers continue to probe at my cunt.

Between that and what Jack was doing to my nipples I was in ecstasy. It seemed only to take a minute before
I was shoving my pussy at Mark, cumming for him. “Thank you,” I whispered when he was done.

I turned to Jack, who was still lying behind me, and said, “I think we have time.
Your turn now.”

Mark
slid under the sheets with me. He leaned in and kissed my mouth, and then I moved down to get my lips on Jack’s cock. Looking up, I could see his lips curl into a grin and wondered how he felt about having a man in bed with us. It wasn’t long before he shot his cum, and I was prepared. I’d bared my breasts, again wondering what the audience could see, again thinking of the imaginary man in the balcony with his powerful opera glasses, and let him shoot his cream all over them. I rubbed it into my nipples and licked my fingers. Jack looked delighted, and leaned in to suck his juices off me. Mark watched, looking ecstatic. I wished I had time to spend on his body.

“I’m sorry, Mark,” I whispered. “Looks like our scene’s over.”

“You’ll get me next time,” he smiled as he crept away stealthily.

There wouldn’t be a next time, it turned out. The show, which was to run a few more days, ended abruptly when the two main actors ran off together. The theater company hadn’t thought understudies were necessary so there was no way to put on the play. I thought of suggesting that Jack and I just have sex on stage, but realized that I was probably already treading on thin ice with the director.

Jack came up to me at the theater as I was gathering my things the day after our last show together.

“It’s been fun,” he said casually.

I found myself a little irritated, but it only took a second to get over it. After all, we weren’t even really friends.

“It has,” I replied. “Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

“There are auditions next week, you know, for the next show.”

“Oh yeah?
What’s it about?”

“Not sure.
Something to do with a mattress salesman, I think.”

I laughed.
“Works for me. See you at the audition?”

“I’m sure you will. Wear something silky, would you?”

“You know it, Jack.”

With that, he turned and left.

I did the audition. I won it, too. I haven’t yet heard who the male lead is, but I’m fairly confident that if it’s Jack, we’ll find a way to convince the director to put us under some sheets.