The Replacement

This is one part of a 5-part story. It is mostly a tale of first-time exhibitionism, but in certain chapters it does contain some incestuous overtones in regard to one of the relationships. If that is not your cup of tea, this probably isn’t the story for you. Consider this your warning.

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All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older.

This part of The Replacement picks up directly from the previous part. You might want to consider starting at the beginning, so it makes more sense, but that’s up to you. Enjoy!

*****

Tuesday evening, less than 72 hours before Opening Night

Kaitlyn and I took our places onstage. I sat in the chair, and she began to dance sexily to the seductive music as the stage lights came up. She was now Josie, and I was Josh. Our characters were in their late twenties, sharing an apartment, and blissfully in love. I immersed myself into the role, viewing this beautiful, sexy girl dancing in front of me as my girlfriend. I smiled and said, “Oh god, baby, you are so hot…”

Kaitlyn fought through her nerves, giving me a smoky-eyed stare, and gyrating in front of me. She was dressed in red semi-transparent lingerie–bustier and thong with matching garter belt and stockings–and as she turned away and swung her hips, her round teenaged ass cheeks shifted and jiggled just a couple feet away. My cock was halfway erect, and I could feel it growing even harder as I massaged it through my shorts.

She sat hard in my lap, leaning back into my chest, and grinding on top of me. Thankfully, I wasn’t totally hard yet or she probably would have hurt me. I made a mental note to tell her to sit a little more gently in the future. She rubbed her ass and pubic mound into me, giving me a genuine lap dance, and I wondered how she knew to do this so well. Had she seen it in a movie? I assumed she had never been to a strip club as she had turned eighteen less than two months prior. Regardless, it was having the desired effect. I could feel my cock straining against my boxers. After less than a minute, she climbed off my lap and turned around, kneeling in front of me.

The time was finally here for Kaitlyn and me–we had taken over these roles only in the last 24 hours–to have sexual contact onstage in front of the rest of the cast and crew. There were only six other people in the theater, but for us it may as well have been a full house. This was new for both of us, even though I had been directing plays with stage nudity for the last two years. But having sex in front of others was something I had never done in my thirty years, even in my private life. And I knew this was a first for Kaitlyn, considering her age and the fact that I was only the second guy she had ever been with.

I watched as she reached for the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down with trembling hands. I lifted up enough for her to get them off my ass, and she dropped them around my ankles. My cock was almost fully hard, and she hesitated as she stared at it. She swallowed visibly, appearing a little pale, then wrapped her cool hand around the shaft. She moved her grip up and down my length a couple times and I could feel her trembling.

“Oh, baby, I love you, Josie…” I said as I cupped her cheek in my palm, trying to get her back into character.

Kaitlyn responded immediately, suppressing her nerves, and giving me a sexy smile as she took my penis in her mouth. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of the teenaged redhead’s warm, wet mouth. I looked down and watched as my hard dick disappeared between her red lips. She made some loud sucking noises as she blew me, and the director in me wanted to give her stage direction to try and keep the noise to a minimum–but I was a little hazy at the moment and I wasn’t totally sure I would remember to give her the note during intermission. She used a lot of tongue, which she didn’t technically have to do for a stage blowjob, but it felt really good. I covertly glanced at the time on my watch and saw we were running long. I tapped her on the shoulder, which was our cue to move on to the next part.

Kaitlyn’s face was beet red–from embarrassment, arousal, or both–when she stopped sucking my dick. She licked her lips as she stared at me, then stayed in character as she smiled sexily and turned around.

I watched as she pulled the gusset of her thong to the side, exposing her hairless vulva and puckered little asshole, and grabbed my erection, pointing it toward her sex. I could see how wet she was as she lowered herself down and the head of my swollen member slid effortlessly inside. I groaned as her weight settled on my lap and her hot, slippery pussy sheathed the entire length of my dick. For a brief moment, it felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. I couldn’t believe we were actually having sex onstage until I glanced around and saw the faces of the rest of the cast and crew watching from the wings.

Kaitlyn moaned sexily as she bounced up and down, brazenly taking my turgid cock inside her nearly virgin womb. The time allotted for this scene was less than two minutes, so I grabbed her hips and altered the angle as I thrust inside, aiming up into the roof of her vagina. She cried out in surprise and braced herself on my forearms. I didn’t know if I could make her come in the next minute and a half, but I wanted authenticity and I was willing to give it a try.

I thrust hard and fast into her G-spot, trying to give her a climax in record time. Kaitlyn was unprepared for the sudden aggressive boning and looked over her shoulder with an expression of fear and confusion on her face. I snuggled into her hair and whispered, “Just go with it. Try to come.”

As I fucked her, the wet slapping sounds of our sex echoed through the mostly empty theater. Reaching around, I began stroking her clit in time to our thrusts. Almost immediately, Kaitlyn’s body began to shake. Her feet scrabbled for purchase as her legs jittered. She leaned back into me as I rubbed her nub and stimulated her pleasure spot, moaning continuously as her face screwed up into a rictus of beautiful agony.

I took a quick glance at my watch, worried about taking too long, when Kaitlyn’s entire body began to go into convulsions. She screamed loudly as she came, and I felt her pussy leak into my lap. The contractions of her vaginal muscles clenched around my cock, and it was so erotic that it almost took me over the edge. I held her tightly against my chest as she shook and curled into herself. I grunted, faking my orgasm, and moaned, “Oh, fuck yes, baby.”

My lurching cock throbbed inside her wet, fluttering pussy, threatening to explode, and it took all my willpower to suppress the urge as I held her in place. As she began to recover from her orgasm, Kaitlyn tried her best to get back into character, moaning, “Oh my god, Josh…that was incredible!” She turned in my lap and leaned in for a kiss. We stuck our tongues in each other’s mouths and began to make out as the lights faded to black. Our friends whooped and hollered, giving us an impromptu round of applause, and it made me smile.

Once it was dark, Kaitlyn hopped off my lap and ran backstage. I quickly stood, pulling my boxers most of the way up, and followed her lead. At first, I was worried that she was freaking out, but then I realized that she had a quick change while the set was moved. My next scene wasn’t until after intermission, so I didn’t rush as I headed for the dressing room bathroom. Once I shut the door and examined myself, I realized I was soaked in her cum. It was running down my legs, and my pubic area was slippery with her vaginal lubrication. I swiped a finger up through the wetness and brought it to my nose, then licked it off. It smelled and tasted of her mild hormonal musk, and it was erotic as fuck. My cock began to respond, pulsing up and down, and I snapped back to reality. I had to get cleaned off and dressed. I needed less of an erection, not more.

Within a couple minutes, I was dressed in a t-shirt and boxers, ready for our scene after intermission. I peeked out onto the stage and saw that Kaitlyn was interacting with Carly. Carly, in the character of Lynn, was consoling her and Kaitlyn was red-faced and crying, because as Josie, she had just learned that Josh had been in a terrible accident. She acted horrified and distraught, and I was once again reminded of just how great she was. This was going to be a damn good show.

At intermission, we took a twenty-minute break and regrouped for the second half of the show. Kaitlyn was red-faced and not really meeting anyone’s gaze as she rested in a theater seat. I sat next to her and asked, “Are you OK?”

She gave me a sideways glance and frowned as she nodded. “I didn’t think I was supposed to come during that scene. I thought we were just going to have you fake yours and move on.”

“I’m sorry for blind-siding you, Kaitlyn,” I said. “I figured that if you could come, why not have you do it and make it more authentic? Unlike me, as a girl, you can come multiple times without having too much recovery time. I promise I won’t spring anything else on you. I’ll make sure and talk to you first.”

That made her smile briefly and she gave me a curt nod, accepting my apology. I truly hadn’t meant to take advantage of her, and I was extremely relieved that she seemed to hold no ill feelings toward me. Suddenly recalling the promise I made her dad, I scolded myself for my thoughtlessness, determined to do a better job of protecting her–even from me. I gave her an apologetic smile as I patted her on the thigh and went to check on the rest of the cast and crew.

*****

Kaitlyn’s mind was in turmoil. When Gavin had made her come unexpectedly during the lap dance scene, she had been terrified. Not only was it her first time having sexual contact onstage, but it was also her first time having sex in front of other people. It was merely her second time having sex with Gavin, who was only the second guy she had ever had sex with to begin with. Am I in way over my head? she thought to herself.

Whatever he had done to her–the way he had fucked her, while playing with her clit–was mind-blowing. She had never had an orgasm like that, and she could barely function afterwards. It was all she could do to run backstage and get ready for her next scene. And they weren’t even halfway into the show. The next sex scene was shortly after intermission and Gavin was going to be eating her pussy. And she was supposed to come again. She worried that she might have to fake that one. Not to mention the fact that there would still be a final orgasm later, after another bout of sex and masturbation. She had never masturbated in front of anyone until last night–and earlier today–with her brother. But she had known him all her life and she felt close to him. Kaitlyn suddenly felt extremely self-conscious about playing with herself in front of theater friends.

Somehow, she made it to intermission. After their break ended, she immersed herself back into the character of Josie, distraught and trying to cope with a traumatic situation. When that scene ended, she went backstage and quickly changed into her business suit while Sharon fixed her face, making it look like she hadn’t been crying. Within a minute or so she was ready, and she walked around to the northeast entrance of the stage where Gavin was waiting for her. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it, then pulled her against his chest and kissed her. The kiss was warm, soft, and gentle…and completely unexpected.

“You are doing a wonderful job, sweetie,” he whispered. “Remember, you are Josie, and I am Josh. This is a flashback of us at the peak of our relationship. Give it all you have.”

Kaitlyn nodded and as the lights came up, he smashed his lips into hers and stuck his tongue in her mouth as he pulled her onto the stage. She tried to kiss him with equal fervor as she yanked his work shirt off. He reached to her waist and released the catch on her skirt, leaving her in her panties as they continued to make out, stumbling their way over to the chair. Kaitlyn threw off her business jacket, then began to unbutton her shirt as she was pushed down into the chair.

Gavin pulled her panties off and tossed them on the floor, then forced her legs open and stuck his face between them. She moaned and rolled her eyes involuntarily as she felt his stiff tongue probe her entrance and trace a line northward over her clit. Kaitlyn continued to unbutton her shirt until it hung open, exposing her bra. She pulled one cup downward and pinched her nipple as she felt his tongue once again thrusting inside her vaginal opening.

Sitting there in the chair, it afforded her the luxury of staring out into the north side theater seats. Dusty and Quinn were seated there, watching with lustful expressions on their faces, and she blushed as she looked away from them. She couldn’t help gyrating her hips as Gavin continued his oral assault on her pussy.

Kaitlyn looked at the stadium seating on that side of the theater and realized it would seat about 75 audience members. That was nearly a hundred people who would be looking directly at her as she was being eaten out on opening night. The thought made her heart quicken and she thought she felt a small amount of fluid release from inside. She cringed, hoping Gavin didn’t think she was gross.

Was it time to stop? It had to be almost time. She knew that Gavin would tap her on her thigh if he wanted her to fake her orgasm, but he hadn’t done that yet, and she could feel the rhythmic flicking of his tongue on her clit. It was beginning to draw the tingles in her pussy to a pinpoint in her nub. Instead of giving her a sign to wrap things up, he began sucking directly on her clit with a fierce intensity.

Kaitlyn’s thighs began to shake as she closed them around his head. She grabbed his hair as she stared into his eyes. They were smoldering with a lustful desire she hadn’t seen in him. She felt his fingers slide deeply into her vagina as his tongue continued torturing her clit. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to stop until she came, so she closed her eyes and leaned her head back, concentrating on the intense stimulation. In order to be done, she would just have to submit.

It only took about twenty seconds for the fluttering of the impending contractions to begin to assault her womb. It was overwhelming, and she couldn’t concentrate on the role any longer. A long, low moan began in her throat as she pushed outward with her vaginal muscles, feeling the intense pressure about to boil over. Tremors ran through her body and an orgasm that was equal parts pain and pleasure exploded throughout her body, with the epicenter in her sex. She screamed and bucked wildly as wave after wave tore through her insides and forced all thought from her brain. “Ohhhh, my godddd!!” she screamed, feeling a deluge of fluid gush from between her legs.

Kaitlyn looked down with wide eyes and saw her come dripping off Gavin’s drenched face and chest. She knew instantly what had happened, having seen it in porn, but nothing of that magnitude had ever happened to her. She had felt small amounts of fluid come out before, but this time she had genuinely squirted. And by the look of it, it had been a massive amount. Kaitlyn covered her mouth and gaped in embarrassment. Dusty, Quinn, Sharon–even Grant–had seen what had happened. Kaitlyn felt the tears begin to spill down her cheeks and she quickly jumped up and ran backstage. She locked herself in a bathroom stall inside the women’s dressing room and every emotion she had been holding back was released. She wailed as she cried, feeling like she could never show her face to these people again. And she certainly couldn’t be onstage in front of hundreds of strangers if that sort of thing might happen again. She was done. There was no way she could continue with the show.

*****

I paused the rehearsal, telling everyone to take a break, and went inside the ladies’ dressing room carrying a robe. I entered the restroom and saw Kaitlyn’s feet beneath the stall door. I could tell she was distraught by the volume and intensity of her sobbing. And most likely humiliated. I imagined that she had probably never squirted before and hadn’t expected it. I knocked lightly on the stall door.

“Kaitlyn,” I said softly.

She stopped crying immediately and asked, “What are you doing in here, Gavin?”

“You’re the only one in here, sweetie. Open the door please. Let’s talk.”

“Gavin,” she wailed, “I can’t do this. I thought I could. I’m so sorry!”

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against the cold metal of the stall door. I had been afraid of this. She was too young–too inexperienced.

“I have a robe for you, Kaitlyn. Why don’t you put it on and walk upstairs with me?”

I had a small office in the corner of the upstairs level, near the light booth. It had enough room for a small desk and chair and a couch. It would be a much more comfortable place to talk.

After another minute, I convinced her to come out. Her face was red, and her eyes were swollen from crying. She still wore her open shirt with her bra and nothing down below. Her pussy was deeply pink and engorged, and the entire area was wet from her squirt. I placed the robe around her shoulders, and she self-consciously pulled it closed over her nakedness as we walked out of the dressing room and took a back corridor to some stairs. We went up to my office and I shut the door behind me. I sat her on the couch and knelt at her feet.

“Kaitlyn, why are you so upset?”

“Why didn’t you end the scene?” she asked accusatorily. “I know we had to have gone over the time. Why are you trying so hard to make me come?”

I bowed my head. I didn’t know what to say. How could I tell her that I was allowing myself to get carried away with her? It wasn’t professional. Hell, it wasn’t even courteous. But every time we had some sort of sexual contact, I found myself reluctant to let it end. I wanted not only to put on a good show, but I wanted to give her pleasure as well. I wanted to make her come.

After she had come over to my house this morning and I saw just how unbelievably gorgeous she was, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Yes, she was twelve years younger than me and barely legal. And it’s true that it had been far too long since I had been with someone, having spent much of the last two years seriously wrapped up in this theater. But I couldn’t tell her any of this…could I?

“Wait here,” I instructed, then walked downstairs. The rest of the cast and crew were sitting around waiting on us.

“Is she OK?” Carly asked.

“She’s fine. She’s just young. And embarrassed. I’m going to have to spend some time with her before we continue. As a matter of fact, why don’t we call it a night. You guys can go home. We will start over tomorrow and hopefully we will be able to run the whole show. I’m sorry. And thank you for being patient. I still think we have the potential to make this a great show. We just have to let Kaitlyn catch up to the rest of us.”

We said our goodbyes, and everyone left. I returned upstairs to find Kaitlyn lying on the couch with red, swollen, sleepy eyes. I sat on the edge of the couch and ran my hand through her hair.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

She shrugged and looked away from me.

“Would you be willing to spend the night at my place?” I asked.

Kaitlyn shot me a nervous look.

“I was thinking that you could spend the night–in a guest bedroom, of course–and we could get right to work tomorrow, practicing and talking our way through some of the scenes. I want you to be comfortable with all of this, and the only way I can think to get you there is to spend some serious one-on-one time with you. What do you think?”

Her eyes scanned the room as she thought about it. “I’d have to stop at my place and get a few things.”

“OK. I sent everyone else home. Why don’t we go downstairs and get dressed and we can meet at my place in like a half hour? I’ll grab us something to eat and maybe we can talk a little tonight. Would that be all right?”

Kaitlyn nodded shyly and I took her hand and drew her to her feet. I walked her down to the ladies’ dressing room and I went into the other. It only took me a couple minutes to get dressed in my street clothes and then I combed my hair. I washed my face and hands and sprayed on a little cologne, then waited for her in the lobby. She met me a minute later and I locked the theater up before walking her to her car. She promised to be at my house shortly and we went our separate ways.

I stopped at a fried chicken place and got us an extra-crispy bucket with some sides. By the time I pulled into my garage, a half hour had come and gone. I didn’t see Kaitlyn’s car and I hoped she hadn’t been there and left before I had arrived. I took the food inside and set it out on the table, then peeked out the window. Still no Kaitlyn.

Just as I began to think that she wasn’t coming, I saw headlights sweep across the window. She pulled into the driveway and parked, bringing an overnight bag with her as she walked up to my door. I pulled it open before she could ring the doorbell and ushered her in.

Kaitlyn had changed into an oversized hooded sweatshirt and baggy running pants. Her hair was once again pulled back into a severe ponytail and she wore her glasses with the thick, dark frames. She looked almost nothing like the girl from this morning, or even from this evening at rehearsal. It really was a remarkable disguise. And I guessed that’s just what it was at this point–a disguise. She was hiding from her femininity and her sexuality.

Wanting to make her feel more comfortable, I turned on a sitcom. We watched as we ate and I was happy when she began to settle in, even relaxing enough to laugh. After the meal, we moved into the living room and brought the same show up on my 120-inch 4K laser TV projector system.

We sat next to each other on the plush sofa, and I glanced her way every so often. Her bare feet were tucked under her butt, and she was leaning into the throw pillows against the arm of the couch. I was a couple feet away with my arm resting on the back of the cushions. I smiled at her and winked, and she smiled back before looking away shyly.

“I’m glad you are feeling a little better,” I said.

Kaitlyn nodded and said, “Yeah. I am. Thank you.”

I reached over with my palm up and she placed her hand in mine. I closed my fingers around hers and said, “I’m really sorry. I have handled all of this terribly. I wish we had had more time to prepare, but it was just thrown at us.”

“It’s OK, Gavin. I didn’t have to volunteer for this, but I did. I had an idea in my head of what it would be like, but I didn’t take my emotional state into account. I guess I was naïve to think that emotions wouldn’t play a part.” She stared at a fixed point on the wall and zoned out for a few seconds.

I scooted closer to her and said, “When I have had love scenes in the past–and granted, I’ve never had to actually have sex with anyone onstage–I have found that it’s easier for me to get into the role if I allow a small part of myself to fall in love with my acting partner. Because kissing someone when you feel nothing for them is hard. If you can do it and do it well, you are a great actor. But it feels fake. Do you know what I mean?”

Kaitlyn nodded and stared at me behind her glasses. “I think so.”

“When I allow myself to look at my partner as if we are really together and I’m really in love with her, then it makes everything more believable–the relationship, the kisses, the love scenes…even the laughter.”

“But isn’t it still fake?” she asked. “Even though you say you allow a little part of yourself to fall in love with the person, ultimately, it’s just for the role, right? After the show is over, it’s like it never happened. It’s not real.”

I thought about it for a moment before answering. I remembered all the times I had had to perform an intimate scene, whether it was a simple kiss or a pretend romp in the hay, and I remembered those women with extreme fondness. Thinking back, I could feel how much I had allowed myself to grow close to them and it was still there. Had I truly allowed a bit of myself to fall in love? It seemed I might have.

“I’m not so sure,” I answered as I stared at my lap.

When I didn’t elaborate, she asked, “What do you mean? Do you really fall in love each time?”

“It’s not a full-blown ‘I’m in love with you’ kind of thing, but I think a small part of me falls for that person each time. I’ve never been very good at separating sex from romantic feelings in my personal life and I think a lot of that carries over into my stage experiences as well.”

Kaitlyn sat there listening intently, so I continued.

“I remember this one time, probably twelve years ago. I had a kissing scene with a girl named Hope. I had thought she was cute, but she seemed like a bit of a spoiled diva to me, so I wasn’t exactly excited to have to perform with her. And when it came time to begin rehearsing our kissing scene, it started out really awkwardly. Our characters were madly in love, and we had to say ‘I love you’ to each other numerous times throughout the show. But it wasn’t easy for us, and the kisses were coming off as fake. The director pulled us aside and told us that he wanted us to fall in love. He said that when we looked at each other, he wanted us to feel genuine love, and told us that our hearts should beat faster when we stared into each other’s eyes. We thought he was crazy, of course, but as we rehearsed, we took his direction to heart. It got to the point that when we looked at each other, our heartbeats really did quicken. I actually found myself falling in love with her. And when the show ended, it was hard for us to separate those feelings. We dated for a couple months after that. Of course, not every stage kiss I’ve had ended with me dating the girl, but I always remembered that director’s advice and I’ve used it many times since. And when I think about each of those girls I’ve had to kiss, my heart flutters in my chest a little bit, even to this day.”

“Wow,” she replied. “That’s kind of romantic…” She blushed, then stared down into her lap.

“Look at me, Kaitlyn.”

She glanced up into my eyes and I held her gaze. I ran my fingers over her temple, into her hair, and around the top of her ear. I reached up and took her glasses off, setting them aside and gazed at her again. She must have scrubbed her makeup off at home because she wasn’t wearing any at all. Yet her features were extraordinary. Her freckles stood out on her pale skin. Her green eyes practically glowed and her red hair was vibrant and warm. She had the looks of a model, but she kept them hidden away from the world.

“What’s up with the glasses?” I asked. “Are they prescription?”

Kaitlyn blushed and shook her head.

“Then why do you wear them?”

She shrugged and looked down again.

“Would you take your ponytail out?” I asked. She made no move to do it and I asked, “Please?”

Kaitlyn reached up and pulled the hair band out of her long hair. The curls were beginning to return from her straightening this morning and her hair looked amazing as it cascaded over her shoulders and framed her face in soft ringlets.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered.

“What?” she asked self-consciously, pulling her hair back again.

“No, don’t!” I pleaded. “It looks incredibly beautiful when it’s down like that.”

She let it go and it once again fell onto her shoulders.

“Why do you hide your beauty, Kaitlyn? And your body?” I asked as I gestured at her clothing. “You are absolutely stunning.”

She shrugged again and turned away as her eyes began to well up. I ran a thumb under her bottom lid and wiped a tear away before it could fall.

“Talk to me,” I implored.

She was about to say something, then stopped herself. I waited, and a few seconds later, she found her voice.

“I used to hang out with a lot of boys in my neighborhood when I was younger. But as I got older, everything changed. They began acting differently around me. I was very competitive and would play games and sports with them, and they had always treated me like one of the guys. Then they stopped. They weren’t including me in things anymore, and I hated it. So, I started dressing in baggy clothes and it helped somewhat. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.”

I nodded as she spoke, letting her know I was listening and understanding where she was coming from.

“And when I got into high school, I began to be competitive on a mental level. I’m smart and I didn’t want to dumb myself down for a boy like some of the other girls I knew. I noticed that the guys didn’t pay much attention to the nerdy girls, so I started wearing my hair like them and I got some glasses. I didn’t need them, but it changed my look and allowed me to concentrate on my studies without guys hitting on me all the time. I guess I just got used to it. It’s like my safe place. I know how to dress and how to make myself up to get what I want, but most of the time I don’t bother. It’s just easier.”

“And tonight? Now? Do you feel you need a safe place? Are you hiding from me?” I asked.

She picked at a fingernail, while keeping her eyes averted from my gaze. “This evening was a lot. I just felt like I needed to escape for a little while.”

“Do you want to change your mind about being in the show, Kaitlyn?”

She stared into my eyes for a moment, then looked back down at her fingers. “No. It’s just a lot harder than I thought it would be.”

“Would you be willing to start fresh with me? Tonight?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean, let’s build a foundation. You need to be able to trust me. I want you to trust me. And the only way I know to do that is to take baby steps.”

“I thought we didn’t have time for baby steps,” she said.

“We do if you stay here with me, and we spend time together. We can get to know each other over the next few days. Maybe even fall in love a little bit.”

I winked and smiled at her, and she smiled back, blushing as she bit her lip.

“Hopefully, we can go into Friday night’s show with confidence, ready to face anything.”

Kaitlyn nodded and I pulled her into a hug. She smelled wonderful.

“The first thing I want you to do is to stop running. Don’t hide from the world. You aren’t a kid anymore. You are going to need to use everything in your power, including your femininity, to get what you want out of life. You told me you wanted to be a huge star. But directors and producers aren’t going to give you a second look if you show up for an audition in sweats.”

She nodded again. “I know.”

“What clothing did you bring with you?” I asked.

“Other than what I’m wearing, I just brought my night clothes.”

“Well, I’ll go get changed into my night clothes if you get changed into yours. Deal?”

Kaitlyn blushed again but agreed. I showed her to a spare room and closed the door to give her privacy to change, and I went to my bedroom. I normally slept in nothing but loose cotton shorts, so I changed into them. I threw a t-shirt on as well, so I didn’t appear half-naked. I didn’t want to scare her away.

When I went back out to the living room, Kaitlyn was already there. She wore a long nightshirt. It didn’t appear that she was wearing a bra underneath and her large breasts moved freely as she shifted positions. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing panties. As I looked her over, her nipples began to poke into the material of the shirt.

“Are you comfy?” I asked, sitting down on the couch, and facing her.

“Yes,” she responded.

“Good. Let’s try something. Take my hands.”

She placed her palms in mine and I wrapped my fingers around her delicate wrists.

“Look into my eyes and imagine yourself being in love with me.”

Kaitlyn’s cheeks reddened, but she met my gaze. I stared into her deep, green eyes and felt myself beginning to get lost in them. They were gorgeous. I already felt the flutter in my chest and realized that I had begun falling for her before tonight–most likely this morning, when she came over in her lingerie.

She looked at me seriously, then broke out into a giggle. I couldn’t help but laugh with her and cupped my hand around her cheek. The intimate gesture caused her to be serious again and as she stared at me, her eyes fluttered, and she moved a tiny bit closer.

“You are extraordinarily beautiful. Especially when you laugh,” I said.

She smiled and said, “Thank you.” Then she swallowed and said, “I think you are really handsome, Gavin.”

This time it was my turn to smile. I leaned in, pausing briefly halfway between us as her breath caught in her throat. Then I moved closer until our lips were less than an inch apart. Kaitlyn’s eyes closed for the expected kiss, but when it didn’t happen, she opened them again. I studied her gorgeous eyes for long seconds, hovering closely and breathing in her exhalations.

“I want to kiss you,” I whispered.

“I want you to,” she responded, closing her eyes once again.

I leaned in the rest of the way and our lips met. It wasn’t the first kiss we had shared, having made out this morning and this evening during rehearsal. But it was the most intimate, and it felt like the first time. Her lips were soft and womanly, and she tasted fresh and clean. We kissed over and over, our lips separating only long enough to form another kiss. Our tongues tentatively touched, and before we knew it, we were hungrily devouring each other.

Kaitlyn moaned into my mouth as my hands reached around and pulled her close to me. She leaned in and wrapped her own arms around me as we continued making out. Her hands traveled up into the back of my hair, playing with it as she kissed me passionately. I pulled her even closer, and she responded by straddling me and sitting in my lap. I could feel the heat from between her legs on my thinly covered cock and it began to respond. I broke the kiss and stared at her, my hand stroking the side of her head and enjoying the texture of her curly hair.

“That was really nice,” I said, breathing heavily.

I ran my hand down her back and around the side of her ass to her hip. I still couldn’t tell if she was wearing anything under the t-shirt, and the thought of her bare pussy sitting against my groin continued to make my cock pulse as it filled with blood.

Kaitlyn was beginning to fidget in my lap, slowly gyrating her hips as she stared at me. “I want to trust you,” she said.

“I want you to trust me,” I responded, giving her another short kiss. “More than anything.”

She smiled playfully and asked, “Is a little part of you falling for me?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said seriously. “To be honest, I think that started this morning.”

Kaitlyn’s smile disappeared as she leaned in and forcefully kissed me again. We fell back into a serious make-out session, beginning to take liberties with each other’s body. She placed a hand against my chest as I touched her neck. I grabbed her ass and pulled her into me, and she gasped. Then she wrapped her legs around my back as we continued to kiss.

I ran my hand over her breast and felt the hard nipple through the thin material. I squeezed it and she moaned, pulling my hair as she mashed her mouth into mine. Her breathing came in heavy gasps and her ass started grinding into my lap.

I reached down and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, then looked into her eyes for permission. She granted it with a quick nod and lifted her arms above her head. I pulled the shirt up and over her arms, tossing it onto the floor. Her large breasts heaved as I stared at them. The areolae were such a light pink that they were almost indistinguishable from the rest of her skin, except for a slight swollen puffiness. Her nipples were erect and stuck out significantly. And sure enough, she wore no panties. She was straddling my lap completely nude, the moist heat from her pussy causing my dick to continue to become engorged beneath her.

I peppered her chest with kisses, working my way over to her left breast. I held up the bottom of it, feeling the weight in my hand, as I covered the nipple with my mouth. I sucked on her entire areola, experiencing the puffiness of the soft flesh on my tongue. As I played with her nipple, beginning to concentrate the suction there, she moaned loudly. I withdrew my lips from her nipple with a little pop and began suckling the other breast. Kaitlyn’s eyes closed and she threw her head back as she ground her bare pussy into my shorts, dampening them with her juices.

I lay back onto the couch, scooting down in the process, and coaxed her up so she was straddling my face. The smell of her musk was heady, and I drew it deeply into my nose. Her pretty pink vulva was almost dripping with lubrication, and I glanced up into her eyes. She looked a little nervous, but not nearly as frightened as during our interactions at the theater. She grabbed a handful of my hair and actually pressed her pussy against my lips.

I covered her opening with my mouth. Her sex was wet and tangy, the pungent juices hot and slippery against my tongue. I licked her entrance, probing inside, and experienced the fullness of her rich 18-year-old flavor. It was exquisite. I swiped up between her smooth, hairless labia and flicked the hard nub of her erect clit. She jumped at the sudden stimulation. Then I grabbed her full ass cheeks and squeezed as I buried my tongue as deeply inside her body as it would go.

Kaitlyn began to rub her vagina against my mouth and little whines escaped her throat as I ate her out. Her taste and smell, as well as the feel of her soft, wet pussy against my tongue, had me rock-hard in my shorts. Just as I was thinking about ending the cunnilingus and fucking her, she grabbed my hair tightly and thrust hard against my face. She cried out loudly, shaking and trembling as her orgasm expelled a small spurt of warm liquid into my mouth. It was hot and tasted of her fresh musk, and I swallowed it all as she came. I don’t think she even realized she had squirted again.

After her contractions had subsided, she blushed, smiling shyly as she breathed a sigh of contentment. I was struck by how incredibly young and innocent she looked in that moment, yet there was a strong undertone of untapped sexuality just waiting to bubble to the surface. I couldn’t take any more. I pulled off my shorts and coaxed her down, so she once again straddled my hips. Running a finger through her wetness, I coated the tip of my dick with the slippery feminine lubricant, then aimed myself just inside her opening. Kaitlyn placed both hands on my chest as she lowered herself down, moaning softly as she seated her vulva flush against my pubic bone. Her eyes closed as she moved back and forth, taking all of me inside with each thrust.

I peeled my shirt off and tossed it on the floor as Kaitlyn rocked back and forth. I pulled her down into a kiss, feeling her large, soft breasts against my bare chest for the first time as I kneaded her fleshy ass cheeks. We kissed like that for a little while, and I used my hands to guide her hips backward and forward as I fucked her slowly and deeply. It was exquisite.

She leaned up and stared into my eyes dreamily, almost as if she were expecting me to say something. I touched her face and said, “You can trust me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, Gavin…” she whispered before kissing me hard.

When she broke the kiss, I asked, “What are you thinking?” She just shrugged, so I asked, “Are you falling a little bit?”

She nodded and blushed.

“Welcome to the club,” I said with a smile.

I changed my angle and penetrated her even more deeply and she moaned as she jammed her tongue down my throat. I held her hips tightly as I thrust inside, quickly losing myself in the sensation of her tight, wet birth canal.

I wanted to make her come again, but the eroticism of her nubile body, along with the newly shared romantic feelings, had my climax approaching like a runaway train. I tried slowing down, but I could tell immediately that the change in sensation was only going to ruin my orgasm, so I quickly rode it to the end.

“I’m going to come,” I said softly as she stared into my eyes. She gyrated her hips quickly, smiling seductively as she milked me to my finish. I arched my back and felt the tip of my cock bottom out against her cervix. There was a slight stutter in her rhythm as she yelped, then she continued fucking me. I thrust upward one final time and felt every inch of my cock completely sheathed inside her warm young body. I held myself there as my balls released, the strong contractions pumping shot after shot of my seed inside her pristine womb. I groaned as my eyes involuntarily closed, lost in the euphoric fog of sexual release.

Kaitlyn’s breasts pressed hard against my chest as she kissed me passionately. I grabbed the back of her head and explored every part of her mouth with my tongue as I returned the kiss with longing. My erection hadn’t lost much, if any, of its stiffness, and Kaitlyn’s tiny rocking motions continued to keep me hard, despite the loss of friction from my copious ejaculation.

“Let’s keep going, baby,” I growled, grabbing her hips again and thrusting her up and down on my shaft. She sat back up and rode me hard, seeking her own release. Seeing and feeling her naked, womanly body as she straddled me was highly erotic and had me completely erect again with almost no recovery time. She closed her eyes and vigorously thrust forward and backward on my pelvis, letting out shy little moans of pleasure.

I watched as she reached down and began rubbing her clit. Her eyes momentarily rolled around in her head with the new stimulation, but she removed her hand quickly as she caught me looking. I smiled encouragingly and she blushed. Apparently, fucking me wasn’t too embarrassing, but masturbating in front of me was. I nodded and glanced at her pussy, letting her know that it was perfectly fine.

“Touch yourself,” I instructed, as I reached around and grabbed her ass, thrusting more rapidly inside her.

Her eyes grew wide from the increase in sensation and a tremor caused her thighs to jiggle. Then she bit her lip, giving me a smoldering look, and began rubbing her clit fast and hard. Our eyes stayed locked on each other as she quickly brought herself to another orgasm.

Kaitlyn’s moans rose in pitch as she neared her climax and her whole body began to tremble. With a burst of speed from her fingers, she increased the velocity of her masturbation and cried out loudly, losing herself in the moment. When her orgasm hit, she squeezed her eyes closed as her body lost control and she bucked and shook on top of me. I felt another small release of warm fluid issue from within her feminine depths.

After her orgasm, I pulled her down to my chest again and rolled her over. It took a couple adjustments, so we didn’t roll off the couch, but I was proud to have accomplished it without withdrawing from her pussy. With her beneath me, I kissed her red face all over as I continued fucking her with long, slow, wet strokes.

“Oh, Kaitlyn,” I whispered, “I can’t get enough of you.”

Kaitlyn smiled as she wrapped her long legs around my hips. Her pussy was completely washed out from our mutual orgasms, and there was barely enough friction to keep my dick hard. But I closed my eyes and pictured my cock exactly where it was–deep inside this excruciatingly gorgeous teenager’s body. It was a mental exercise in desire. With her legs wrapped tightly around me and her breasts squished against my chest, I felt my balls striving toward yet another orgasm. I held onto the mental image of my cock sliding in and out of her precious sex and within another minute I was on the cusp.

I stared into her eyes, that momentary feeling of vulnerability and weightlessness running through every fiber of my being. In that moment I was deeply in love, physically and emotionally joined to this girl in a tidal wave of bliss.

“Yes…yes…” she cooed as my body began to jerk in spasms of sexual release.

I pressed my face into her neck, moaning breathlessly as I came, and felt her hand in the back of my hair, stroking my head throughout the duration my orgasm. I breathed hard, panting into her warm skin as I felt my softening cock gradually begin to withdraw from the slippery confines of her tight, teenaged vagina.

We stayed like that for a minute until I could catch my breath, then I pulled the rest of the way out and lay next to her. We kissed lovingly in the afterglow and gazed at each other dreamily. The next hour was spent cuddling and getting to know one another better, asking lots of questions. The stage show was the last thing on my mind.

As time slipped away, we both became sleepy. We grabbed our clothes and went upstairs. I walked Kaitlyn to the spare bedroom we had put her overnight bag in, and she smiled and thanked me as she shut the door. I retired to my own bedroom, wondering what would happen if I asked her to spend the night in my bed. I didn’t want to push things, though, and fell asleep fairly quickly.

*****

Kaitlyn couldn’t quite believe what had transpired this evening. After her breakdown at the theater, all she could think about was going home and staying in her room for the next couple weeks until she went off to college. But Gavin had convinced her to stay the night. He had told her it was so they could start practicing and running the scenes together first thing in the morning, but now she wasn’t so sure.

When Gavin had told her that a small part of him fell in love with all of his romantic scene partners, Kaitlyn didn’t think he was being serious. But as he explained himself, she began to believe. It was a pretty romantic idea. Something about it had moved her to kiss him. And then after they had kissed, Gavin had admitted he was starting to fall for her. She was considerably less stressed than she was earlier, but infinitely more confused.

The confusion was due not only to his confession, but also to her feelings. They had had sex. Super-hot, intense sex! But in some weird way, it also felt like they had made love. She had gotten all kinds of romantic signals from him, and her heart felt all fluttery in her chest. It was rather unbelievable, but in just the last couple hours, it felt like she had…fallen in love. Part of her wanted to tell him, but it was ridiculous to think he might feel the same. He was thirty, and she was eighteen years old. He probably thought she was way too immature to have a serious relationship.

But the way he looked at her as she lay naked in his arms said otherwise. Kaitlyn thought she might be crazy, but it actually seemed like he had been feeling the same way. Raw. Open. Vulnerable. She had opened her mouth at one point to say those three little words, but nothing had come out.

His brown eyes were so beautiful. The dark stubble on his face matched his hair. He was in such good shape that it made her feel self-conscious about her own body, considering she never worked out. She was pale and naturally thin, but she wasn’t toned by any means. Her saving grace was her breasts, which were larger than those of most girls her size. She hoped he wasn’t turned off by her and doing all of this simply to convince her to stay in the show.

Kaitlyn was nice and clean, having just taken a shower in the bathroom attached to her temporary bedroom, and was lying in the soft, comfortable sheets. She reached down and pulled the hem of her night shirt up, exposing her pussy. It felt swollen and puffy, and warm to the touch. She smiled, thinking of the workout it had gotten tonight, yet finding it hard to believe this was real. As of yesterday, she had had sex only once in her life. And today she had had it how many more times? She couldn’t remember. But she felt like something had been awakened inside. She was a little sore from all of the carnal activity today, yet it was all she could think about. She wanted more.

Just thinking about having sex with Gavin made her want to masturbate, but even though her brain wanted the high from another orgasm, her body was well and truly sated. And exhausted. She dipped a finger inside herself, then licked it off. It tasted slightly different than usual, and she thought it might have a slight aftertaste. Gavin’s semen, maybe? She smiled again and drifted off to sleep with romantic fantasies of being Gavin’s girlfriend.

*****

Wednesday morning, less than 60 hours before Opening Night

By 9am I was up and ready for the day. I made a nice breakfast, and just as I was about to go wake Kaitlyn, she came downstairs. She looked freshly showered, wearing a cute tank top and cutoff denim shorts. Her naturally curly red hair was down, and thankfully, she had refrained from tying it back into a severe ponytail. It hung loosely around her shoulders and looked full and lush. She had applied just the right amount of makeup to accent her natural looks and I was blown away by the entire package. She was absolutely stunning, and I found myself more attracted to her every time I looked at her. But I knew from personal experience that that tended to happen…when I was falling in love with someone. I shook my head, overwhelmed by the feelings I had been having in just the last 24 hours.

We were having breakfast together at the dining room table when Elisa let herself in the house. Elisa was a Cuban girl who worked for the maid service I hired to keep my house clean. She was in her early twenties and was really attractive. We had a natural chemistry, and smiles, jokes, and even flirtations came easily. I had tried unsuccessfully to ask her out on a number of occasions, but she always declined, saying it wouldn’t be professional. I thought she might have a boyfriend or someone she was interested in as well, and that had possibly contributed to her reluctance. Or maybe she just wasn’t into me.

“Good morning, Mr. Dillinger,” she said, a slight smile forming when she saw Kaitlyn. “I usually start in the kitchen, but I’ll go to another part of the house and give you some privacy.”

“That’s OK, Elisa,” I responded, feeling slightly uncomfortable, for some reason, as Kaitlyn and Elisa locked eyes. “Start where you want. This is Kaitlyn. We are going to be rehearsing for the show we are in together. We’ll be in the great room.”

She paused, then said, “I’ll go ahead and get that out of the way, then. It should only take me about ten minutes, and I’ll be done.”

Kaitlyn and I glanced at each other after Elisa left, and she blushed, casting her eyes down to her plate as she finished her breakfast. After we finished, we walked into what I called the great room. It was a large room that was probably intended to be used as a dining room, but I didn’t need anything so grand just to eat in. I used a smaller room for my dining room, which was where we had had our script reading, but most of the time I ate at the small table just outside of the kitchen.

The great room had some couches, tables, and chairs along the inside wall which faced the massive windows that made up the outside wall. It looked over my back yard to the tree line about fifty yards away. I didn’t use it very often, but when I did it was usually as an alternate rehearsal venue when the theater space was being used by another production. My theater had shows running every week of the year and there were usually no less than three or four productions practicing at any given time.

I closed the door behind us, giving us privacy, and grabbed Kaitlyn by the hips. I pushed her against the door, and she made a surprised sound as I wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her passionately and she returned the embrace, pressing herself against me. Her leg wrapped around the back of my knee, locking me in place.

After a minute of making out, we broke the kiss. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing as heavily as I was. I took her trembling hand and led her to a chair, allowing her to sit. I knelt before her.

“Sorry,” I said breathlessly.

She nodded her head as a smile crept across her lips. “I’m not,” she said shyly. Her eyes had taken on a dreamy look and her fingertips ran through a lock of hair above my ear.

I grinned wolfishly. “I’m not sorry either.” That made her smile even bigger, and I was mesmerized by her face. I shook my head, trying to focus.

“What can I do to help you relax during our scenes together onstage? Do we need to practice those specific scenes? Do you just need time to get more comfortable with me sexually? Tell me what you are thinking.”

Kaitlyn paused, her eyes traveling around the room as she collected her thoughts. “I know this sounds weird, but I think I already feel better about it. I was originally thinking we were going to be doing the scenes strictly professionally and methodically, and when you began taking liberties–extending the scene to make me come–it confused me. Because I think I was already beginning to like you and the lines between pleasure and performance were being blurred in my mind.”

I nodded, understanding that my actions had caused her distress. “I’m so sorry for making you feel insecure or self-conscious. That was never my intention. I was telling myself that the reason I was doing those things was to make the scenes more realistic and sexier. But I think I was lying to myself. I was starting to fall for you, and I thought the only times we would ever be together would be onstage. And I wanted those moments to last. I’m sorry. It was so selfish.”

Kaitlyn smiled and placed a hand on my cheek. “Don’t apologize. This is crazy. And so fast! But I feel the same way about you. I’m leaving for college in a couple weeks, but the performances don’t have to be the only times we are together.” She blushed as she said those words, blinking nervously.

My chest grew heavy with the realization that we really did like each other and only had a couple weeks to explore what that meant. I rested my head on her soft, bare thigh and felt her fingers in my hair again. The feelings I was having were so sudden, yet so strong. I didn’t want this to end in a couple weeks. I was already feeling the onset of a depressive episode coming on. It was something I had battled from time to time but hadn’t had to deal with now for a couple years. I just needed to focus on today. We had a show in a couple days, and we needed to get it together.

I looked up at her beautiful face and asked, “Does that mean you are ready to perform at rehearsal tonight? Do you think you can get through all the scenes?”

“Now that I know we are on the same page in our personal lives, I think I will be fine,” she said with a smile.

“So, if I were to extend a scene because I wanted to make you come onstage, you would be OK with it?” I smiled mischievously in return.

Her mouth and nose twisted up into a playfully angry expression. Then it changed into a look of love, and she said in a breathy voice, “You can do anything you want to me, Gavin…”

I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat. “I guess we don’t really need to rehearse anything right now, then…”

Kaitlyn shrugged and said, “I guess not. I could go home and wait until tonight to see you…”

“Or you could spend the day with me…”

“I could…” she replied playfully. I could tell she wanted me to ask her to stay.

“Would you stay with me?”

She nodded, smiling, and leaned down to kiss me. I stretched up and met her halfway, losing myself in the passionate exchange. After the kiss, I grabbed her hand and led her out of the great room. Elisa was in the kitchen, but I didn’t pay any attention to her as we walked past. I led Kaitlyn up to my bedroom and we spent the afternoon making love, falling asleep afterwards in each other’s arms.

*****

Wednesday evening, 48 hours before Opening Night

Kaitlyn and I woke up from our nap, realized we needed to be at the theater in twenty minutes, and jumped into the shower together. It would have been really erotic if it hadn’t been so rushed. We threw our clothes on and she grabbed her overnight bag. We drove to the theater in our separate cars and walked in five minutes late. Everyone’s eyes were on us as we rushed inside, harried and breathless, with wet hair. Kaitlyn’s face was beet red. Grant smiled knowingly at me while Carly gave me an accusatory look.

I quickly apologized, not elaborating on why we were late, and took charge. Everything was pretty much ready to go anyway, and we began the show. I sat in the seats and watched Carly and Kaitlyn run the first scene, stripping down, and changing into their bikinis. There was a visible difference in Kaitlyn’s acting. She seemed calm, relaxed, and much more confident–like her being naked onstage was no big deal anymore. I was happy with the scene and ran backstage to begin the second one.

The show ran almost by itself until we got to the first sex scene. I took my place in the chair and Kaitlyn stood in front of me in the red lingerie, swinging her hips to the jazzy song with confidence, a sexy smile on her face. After all the sex we had had last night and today, I hadn’t been sure I would even be able to get it up. But watching her mature confidence as she danced in front of me had my cock responding yet again.

She dropped to her knees and began blowing me, staring straight into my eyes. I could have stayed like that forever, but our first performance was in two days, and I really wanted this rehearsal to be perfect. I tapped her arm to let her know to switch after a minute or so and she turned around, pulled the gusset of her red thong to the side, and aimed my dick inside her pussy. She took all of me, riding me with gusto and really letting loose. This was the Kaitlyn I had been waiting to see. She moaned and uttered my character’s name, fucking me like only a girlfriend in the privacy of her own apartment would. It was perfect.

I kept track of the time on my watch and faked my orgasm, holding her tightly to me as the scene ended. The lights went down, and we quickly stood up. Kaitlyn turned around and kissed me before running backstage to get ready for her next scene. I smiled as I pulled my boxers up and ran backstage myself.

After we took a very short five minutes for intermission, we continued with the show. When the time came for the flashback scene, Kaitlyn and I entered through the apartment door, making out and tearing each other’s clothes off. The only requirement was that she needed to be bottomless, but as I sat her in the chair and spread her legs, she tossed her shirt and bra onto the floor, making herself completely nude.

She grabbed the arms of the chair as I buried my face in her pussy. She smelled musky and slightly sweaty, probably from the stage lights and the frantic pace of the show, but it was now a familiar scent and I craved it. Her pussy was extremely wet, and I licked her clean as I began flicking her clit with my tongue. Kaitlyn grabbed my hair and held me there as I ate her out. We only had a couple minutes allotted for the scene, but I could tell she was really into it. I did my best to get her to finish, sucking on her little nub with intensity and sticking two fingers inside to help her along. Before the time was up, Kaitlyn was thrashing and moaning in orgasm as she leaked around my fingers. We kissed romantically and the lights went down.