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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] "Summer Theater" (rom)
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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, 
don't read it.
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story, don't read it.
 
Find my stories here-
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Copyright (C) 2002 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com

<wink>
All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.
</wink>

<AuthorsNote>
This story was inspired, to a large extent, by actual 
events in the author's life.  Except for Simon T. Duck 
the names of the characters have been changed for the 
usual reasons.  The author saw no justification for 
hiding Simon's identity.  For a decade after the 
events that inspired this story Simon T. Duck remained 
a fixture around the San Joaquin Delta College Drama 
Department.  During that time he was enrolled in more 
Drama classes than any other student and, true to form 
for a drama major, he dropped every one of them.
</AuthorsNote>

Summer Theater  
by
Norm DePloom

-Romance through the eyes of a much younger man. 
Featuring a journey from boy friend to boyfriend with 
many stops along the way to view hysterical points of 
interest and exciting excursions into the warped 
psyches of the principle characters.-


(Monday July 7, 1969 8:00 AM
San Joaquin Delta College Theater lobby, 
Stockton California)

"Father John."  Recognizing Shirley's voice, John 
turned and waved to her before turning back to stare 
at the firm round posterior of the young woman in 
front of him in the line.

"Father John?" Asked the young lady turning to face 
him, "are you a priest?"

"No," John explained, briefly letting his eyes wander 
down from her brown eyes and elfin mouth to make sure 
the rest of her petite five foot two inch frame 
matched the exquisite beauty of her rear, "but I'll be 
glad to absolve you of your sins if you make a full 
and detailed confession."  John's eyes returned to 
hers.  "I played 'Father of the Bride' in Garcia 
Lorka's 'Blood Wedding', my senior year at Lodi High," 
he continued.

"There was a scene," Shirley picked up the story as 
she joined them in line, "where the Father of the 
Bride comes dashing down the stairs, pauses then says 
'Not my daughter, she wouldn't do that'," Shirley gave 
John a friendly nudge, "when John delivered that line 
during rehearsal Sally said 'Oh my god he sounds just 
like my father' from then on we have called him 
'Father John'." 

"Hi," the girl said looking from John to Shirley, "I'm 
Nancy."

"I'm Shirley, and you've already learned Father John's 
name."  Shirley turned to her friend and touched his 
face.  "You've trimmed it down to a Van Dyke and side 
burns," she commented turning his head from one side 
to the other while she examined his recently trimmed 
beard, "I like it."

"I've got a mom at home."  John replied, slapping at 
her hand then turning back to Nancy.

"And over there," John said pointing across the lobby, 
"is Father Frank the Thespian Cleric who is a bona 
fide Catholic Priest, a Jesuit in fact.  Just in 
case," John turned back to look at Nancy, "you have 
any carnal thoughts you need to confess."

"You'll have to get used to Father John's sense of 
humor," Shirley said, stepping between John and the 
blushing girl, "your turn to sign in."  

"There's Sally, " John said drawing Nancy and 
Shirley's attention to the brown-haired girl coming 
through the door, "she's the only person I've met who 
wares innocents like a suit of amour."

"You leave her alone, she's a sweetheart," Shirley 
turned back to Nancy, "you'll love her."  Shirley got 
Sally's attention and waved for here to join them.  
While the two women were watching Sally cross the 
crowded theater lobby John was busy trying to memorize 
Nancy.  

"Hey Shirley, hey John," Sally said a, little 
breathless after hurrying in from the parking lot, "I 
didn't know you had signed up for summer theater."

"It was either that or find a job."  John answered.

"Hi," Sally, being far too polite to leave a person 
out of the conversation, turned to Nancy "I'm Sally."

"Nancy." Nancy said, smiling back.

"You going to be attending here next year?"  Sally 
asked  John always thought that Sally was a bit on the 
nosey side, but it was all so obviously innocent in 
nature that no one was ever offended. 

"No," Nancy explained, "I'll be a senior at Stagg 
High," Nancy glanced around the small circle, 
apparently fearing that they would find her status as 
a high school student unacceptable, "Mr. Nardou was my 
drama teacher last year, he suggested I should sign 
up."  

"Well," Sally lowered her voice and spoke in a 
conspiratorial tone, "I'm sure you're going to have 
lots of fun."  John's relationship with Sally and 
Shirley was typical of all of his relationships with 
members of their sex.  He was one of their best 
friends, and felt destined to never be anything more 
than a friend.  He couldn't remember how many girls 
had told him how wonderful it was to know a boy they 
could really be friends with.

Having filled out the sign-in sheets the group moved 
through the center set of double doors to find seats 
in the theater for the introductory session.  John 
watched as Greg, going through the door ahead of them, 
introduced himself to one of the female high school 
graduates who were there to get a head start on their 
college credits.  John watched, with a touch of envy, 
as the schools most notorious cocks man 'put the moves 
on' another young woman.  
"Does anybody know whose play was selected for the 
Student Production?"  Shirley asked.

"I do," John replied snapping out of his depressing 
line of thought.  

"Who?"  All three girls asked in unison.

"Can't tell you," he answered with a grin, "I was 
sworn to secrecy."

"You don't know shit," Shirley shot back, "how would 
you know whose play has been selected?" 

"I'm psychotic," John answered, "I mean psychic," he 
corrected with a deadpan expression.  

"You were right the first time."  Shirley chuckled, 
finishing one of the little 'comedy' routines that 
John and Shirley, much to the annoyance of their 
friends, never seemed to tire of.  In spite of John's 
subtle efforts to sit next to Nancy, he ended up 
sitting between Shirley and Sally with Nancy on the 
other side of Sally. 

Mr. Al Miller, the head of the drama department, spoke 
first.  After a long-winded welcome, during which he 
outlined the schedule for the next six weeks, Mr. 
Miller announced that he would be directing 'Carnival' 
for the summer season.  

"I think I'll volunteer to do a fire eating act."  
John said loud enough for his companions to hear.

"Yea, right."  Shirley answered.

"Really, I'm serious." John assured her.

"Where'd you learn to eat fire?"  Shirley challenged.

"A book written by Daniel Mannix."   The subject was 
dropped after a stern look in their direction from Mr. 
Miller. 

Ignoring the obvious air of disappointment, both with 
the play selected and the person doing the directing, 
Mr. Miller introduced Mr. Nardou.  John, having no 
interest in a Readers Theater production of 'Don Juan 
in Hell', tried, without being obvious about it, to 
keep track of what Wayne, who had taken the seat on 
the other side of  Nancy, was saying to her.  
  
"...and now," Mr. Nardou said, ending his part of the 
opening remarks, after an equaly long winded 
exposition on the history and traditions of readers 
theater, "to introduce a new feature of our Summer 
Theater session this year is Mr. Franklin Wilson."  
Franklin Wilson was the 'old man' of the drama 
department.  His credits reached back to the days of 
live radio drama.  It was also somewhat of a local 
scandal that, as he grew older, his wives grew 
younger.  

"This year," Mr. Wilson announced in a deep theatrical 
voice that was instantly recognizable by anyone who 
had heard one of the 'History of the Mother Load' 
spots that he had recorded for the local elevator 
music FM radio station, "as well as directing the 
production of 'The Visit', I will supervise the 
production of a one act play written by one of our 
students.  The play will be directed by a student and 
all production decisions will be made by students."  
Mr. Wilson paused and looked around the auditorium.  
"The play I have selected is 'All Those Things That 
Are True but Never Happened' written by John Adams."

"Sworn to secrecy my ass."  Shirley said giving John a 
shot in the ribs with her elbow.

"I was, honest."  John said defensively.

"You can't put on that play."  Sally said with a 
shocked tone to her voice.

"Why not?"  John turned toward Sally, ready to defend 
his work.

"It's practically pornographic." Sally replied, in a 
tone that indicated embarrassment even discussing it.  
John looked past Sally, trying to catch Nancy's eye as 
she watched the interaction.

"You remember what Franklin said about it when we read 
it in class?"  John asked.

"Yes," Shirley leaned forward so she could see the two 
women seated on the other side of John, "he said it 
was, and I quote, 'Delightfully obscene'."

"And?" John prompted.

"Oh."  Another stern look from Mr. Miller quieted the 
discussion as Shirley sat back in the chair with a 
sober expression on her face.  Sally leaned over 
closer to Nancy so John could barely hear her 
whispered explanation.

"Mr. Wilson," Sally said softly, "said he wanted to 
put on that play as the last thing he did before he 
retired."  Nancy nodded her head indicating that she 
understood and Sally sat back in her chair.

"Can I play the prostitute?"  Shirley whispered, a few 
seconds later.  John shushed her with mock severity.  
Mr. Wilson finished his presentation and a break was 
announced.  

"Can I play the prostitute?"  Shirley repeated the 
question rather emphatically as the students began to 
work their way towards the auditorium doors.

"I'm sure you can be a prostitute," John teased his 
friend, "ah...I mean, I'm sure you can play a 
prostitute, but the question is 'My you play the 
prostitute'."  John grinned at his friend's growing 
frustration.  "I think casting is going to be up to 
the director." John finished.

"And just who is that going to be, Mr. Wilson didn't 
announce it."  

"Well..." John's voice trailed off.

"Yea, I know," Shirley continued with a friendly 
mocking tone, "you've been sworn to secrecy" 

"Miss Moorhead," Shirley jumped when she heard Mr. 
Wilson's deep, measured voice behind her then turned 
to face him, "could I have a few minutes of your 
precious break time?"

"Yes, of course."  Shirley gave John a questioning 
look as she moved to follow Mr. Wilson back down the 
isle toward the stage.  John maintained a look of 
practiced innocence until Shirley looked away.
 
"Let' go get some coffee."  John addressed his 
suggestion to Nancy and Sally.

"Great idea." Wayne replied, joining the group on the 
other side of Nancy.  John noticed that Sally was 
staring at the stage instead of walking up the isle 
with the others.  Following her line-of-sight he 
discovered the focus of her attention.  

"You want some coffee," John asked, "or you just going 
to stand here with your mouth hanging open?"

"Oh shut up." Sally blushed as she pushed past John 
and walked up the isle to join the group headed for 
the student lounge.  John turned to look once more at 
the object of Sally's interest.  The set construction 
manager, a tall, thin, cowboy hat wearing redneck 
named Paul had apparently attracted the attention of 
John's shy innocent friend.  

"No accounting for taste." John muttered as he hurried 
after the current object of his attention.  As they 
worked their way out of the theater and across the 
patio to the 'scrounge lounge' they were joined by 
Greg, Greg's soon-to-be next conquest, Cynthia, and 
George, the theatrical lighting guru.  As was common 
in such a situation John, after getting coffee for 
himself and the two girls he had originally invited, 
spent the time observing the interactions of the other 
students and occasionally contributing a witty comment 
to the conversation.  The students sharing the table 
with John, especially the males, made calculated 
efforts to demonstrate how unimpressed they were that 
his play had been selected.

"You sneaky little shit."  While the big grin on 
Shirley's face transformed the words into a friendly 
greeting, the volume of her voice drew the attention 
of every student in the lounge.  Shirley crossed the 
room and, pulling up a chair from another table, 
squeezed in between John and Nancy.  

"You knew he was going to ask me to be the director, 
didn't you," Shirley's voice managed to be joking and 
accusatorial at the same time, "and you didn't say a 
word to me."

"I was..." John's voice trailed off as Shirley 
interrupted him.

"Yes, I know, you were sworn to secrecy."  John and 
Shirley's attention turned to Sally as their friend 
stood up.

"I'll, ah, I'll meet you guys back in the auditorium."  
Sally   stammered before rushing from the lounge.

"Where's she going?"  Shirley asked as they watched 
Sally disappear through the door.

"Probably to sign up for set construction."  John 
answered with a smile.  When Shirley gave him a 
questioning look John almost imperceptibly raised his 
eyebrows, and returned her look, patiently waiting for 
her to figure it out.  Finally the light came on.

"Oh," Shirley said with a smile, "well, no accounting 
for taste."  John downed the last of his coffee.

"We'd better be getting back."  John observed as he 
stood up.  This was followed by a flurry of watch 
checking then a scrapping of chair legs on the floor 
as everybody prepared to walk back to the theater for 
the beginning of auditions. John's desire to position 
himself between Nancy and Wayne was thwarted when 
Shirley pulled him to the side.

"Franklin wants us to sit with him during auditions."  
John watched Nancy and Wayne leaving the lounge 
together as he listened to his friend.  "So we can 
work on casting your play," Shirley explained as she 
and John walked toward the door together.

"What are you doing for your audition?"  Shirley asked 
as they walked side by side across the patio area.  

"I'm doing a scene from 'Mark Twain Tonight'," John 
answered, looking at his friend with a smile.  "What 
are you doing?"

"The Queen of the Mountain Troll's speech from 'Peer 
Gynt'."  

"That sounds awfully familiar," John teased with a 
grin, "didn't I see somebody playing that role last 
semester?"  John stopped walking and posed like he was 
deep in thought.  "Let's see now, who was that?"  
Shirley gave her friend a shove and continued walking.   

For the next two weeks virtually all of John's time 
was involved, with Shirley, and under the supervision 
of Franklin, in production work on his play.  Despite 
his best efforts John could only spare a few minutes 
each day to seek out the object of his obsession.  
Most of the time he found Nancy and Janet, her younger 
sister, who, although not a student, had begun to hang 
out around the Green Room, in the company of Wayne, 
Greg, and the rest of the 'technical' theater group.  
On those few occasions when John managed to find Nancy 
alone, or just in the company of Janet, John would do 
his best to impress them with his wit and wisdom.  

In a deliberate effort to protect the two young ladies 
from some of the less savory activities of this group, 
John spent several evenings getting involved in; a 
watermelon fight (carried out with stolen 
watermelons); a contest to see who could steal the 
largest number of phone books from phone booths along 
Pacific Avenue; several parties where he declined to 
ingest alcohol or any other drugs in order to maintain 
an element of control over the activities; and other 
'hijinks' he normally would have avoided.  

----------------
(Sunday July 20, 1969 7:25 PM
San Joaquin Delta College Theater Green Room, 
Stockton California)

The room was filled with actors, stage crew, lighting 
technicians and all the flotsam and jetsam of the 
summer theater department.  Three televisions sat side 
by side on the table against the wall.  Each 
television was tuned to a different network.  Each 
network, while showing the same picture, carried 
slightly varying commentary.  Everyone in the room 
watched with undivided attention as the three not 
quite in sync televisions displayed the same grainy, 
slightly blurred black and white picture.  The voices 
of the commentators were replaced by one of 
considerably lower quality.

"That's one small step for man," the voice said, "one 
giant leap for mankind."  Despite his love of science, 
science fiction, technology and the space program, 
John found his attention being drawn elsewhere during 
these historical moments.  As could be expected John's 
main distraction was Nancy.  Nancy was in the women's 
dressing room getting ready for the performance of 
'Carnival' scheduled for that evening.  As was often 
the case the doors to both the men's and women's 
dressing rooms had been propped open in an effort to 
keep the rooms from becoming too warm.  The dressing 
rooms were arranged so that ninety nine percent of 
each room was still hidden from view when the door was 
open.  John, Shirley and Sally were sitting separate 
from the rest of the Green Room denizens, putting them 
in position to see that small portion of the women's 
dressing room that was revealed by the open door.  For 
whatever reason Nancy was finding it necessary to 
repeatedly walk into that one percent of the women's 
dressing room that fell into John's field of view.  
This would have been distracting enough; that she 
chose to do it wearing nothing but a bra and half-slip 
made it impossible for john to concentrate on either 
the historical news broadcast, or on the conversation 
between Shirley and Sally.

"Really," Sally said, speaking softly so only Shirley 
and John could hear, "Greg and I were setting on the 
stairs talking.  He was telling me how empty and 
meaningless his relationships felt, and then he pushed 
me down on the stairs and started kissing me, I 
couldn't believe it."

"The pig, what did you do?"  Shirley asked 
sympathetically. 

"I laughed and told him I didn't appreciate that kind 
of teasing.  I mean he couldn't have been serious," 
Sally got an unbelieving look on her face, "sex on the 
stairs?"  Shirley gave John an amused look as Sally 
stood up.  "I, ah, promised Paul I'd help him with 
some last minute stage work."  Sally gave her friends 
a smile that acknowledged the lameness of her excuse 
as she headed through the door leading to the back 
stage area of the theater.

"Like a suite of armor."  John said softly as they 
watched her leave.  

"I'd be careful if I were Greg," John's eyes moved 
past Shirley and back to the women's dressing room 
door as he talked, "Paul strikes me as the kind who 
would express his unhappiness in a very physical way 
if he found somebody making a pass at his new 
girlfriend."

"He'd probably want to make an adjustment to the 
offenders anatomy with his 'universal tool'."  John 
chuckled at his friend's reference to the name Paul 
had given to the hammer, which habitualy hung from his 
belt.  As he watched John was rewarded with another 
glimpse of Nancy as she moved in and out of his view.  

"She is very pretty," Shirley commented as Nancy moved 
back out of their view, "isn't everybody saying that 
she's Wayne's girlfriend?"

"Pretty much everyone said that," John grinned at his 
friend, "except for one very important person."

"Who was that?"  Shirley asked, watching her friend 
watching for his new friend's next appearance

"Nancy."  

"She dos seem to have a bit too much between her ears 
to have stayed with that group for long."  Shirley 
leaned closer to her friend, "you take her out yet?" 

"We went for coffee after dress rehearsal yesterday."  
John answered with an un-expected blush.

"And..."

"And nothing," John's voice momentarily verged on mild 
annoyance, "I took her home, I'm not Greg you know."  

"Thank god," Shirley dissipated her friend's momentary 
anger with a broad grin that lit up her face, "you 
taking her out after the performance tonight?" 

"Yes, out for coffee, then I'll be taking her home 
again."  John found nothing objectionable or unusual 
about his friend's interest in his newfound social 
life.  The two friends sat quietly for a few minutes 
watching the news coverage and the occasional 
momentary appearance of Nancy in the dressing room.  

"You nervous?"  Shirley asked.

"No," John replied with a grin, purposefully mis-
understanding what his friend was referring to, "it's 
just coffee, maybe a piece of pie..."

"No, you idiot, I mean your play," Shirley pushed her 
friend playfully, "and you know it."

"We've done all we can do, now it's up to them."  John 
said waving vaguely at the other people in the room.

"Good thing we're going on before 'Carnival'," Shirley 
glanced at the clock on the wall which indicated the 
time to be 7:40, "they're going to have to pull 
themselves away from the televisions and start getting 
ready."  As if on cue Mr. Miller walked into the Green 
Room.

"You've seen the moon walk, now turn off the TV's and 
get ready."  He seemed to think that NASA had 
scheduled the moon walk with the malicious intent to 
ruin his production of "Carnival".  The six actors, 
five men and one woman, who were to be performing in 
John's play wondered over to join the author and 
director, while the rest of them moved into the 
dressing rooms or out into the theater to take care of 
their assigned tasks.

---------------- 
(Sunday July 20, 1969 10:00 PM
Lyons Restaurant, 
Stockton California)

"...yes, Shirley and I have known each other since 
tenth grade," John found himself talking far more than 
usual, "we've been through every drama class and play 
together all through high school."  He still had 
trouble believing that this beautiful girl wanted to 
be with him.  

"I thought your play was great," Nancy took a sip of 
coffee then smiled at her new friend, "although I'll 
make sure it's not being performed the night my 
parents come."

"Which part would they object to," John asked, setting 
his coffee mug down, "the 'delightfully obscene' part?  
Or the 'totally blasphemous' part."

"I can safely say," Nancy said after a moments 
thought, "that they would object to the entire first 
act."  They both laughed at the joke. "You majoring in 
drama?"  Nancy asked.

"No," John answered, "I'm majoring in staying alive." 

"What's your goal?"  Nancy asked after John had 
managed to convey to the waitress, using universally 
accepted coffee shop sign language, that he wanted a 
refill.  

"My goal is to not get shot."  John said with a not 
very sincere laugh, "my plan is to keep my student 
deferment until the 'powers that be' sober up and stop 
sending us to Southeast Asia to be shot at by 
decidedly unfriendly Southeast Asians."

"You probably should not bring that up when you meet 
my dad," Nancy laughed.  The conversation stopped as 
the waitress refilled John's cup.

"I can't belive you didn't offer me a ride home 
Tuesday night," Nancy said as soon as the coffee pot 
toting waitress had moved on to the next booth, "I was 
looking right at you when I asked if anyone could take 
me home."

"Mike rode over with me," John explained, "and I was 
trying to find out if he was ready to go, or could get 
a ride with someone else.  Then Greg jumped in and 
offered."  

"I'd better be getting home."  Nancy announced after 
glancing down at her watch.  John took a last drink 
from his cup then, after sliding out of the booth, 
extended his hand to help Nancy slid from the other 
side.  After dropping fifty cents on the table, and a 
quick stop at the cash register to pay the bill, John 
escorted Nancy out to the parking lot and, opening the 
passenger side door, helped her into the car before 
walking around to the driver's side and climbing in 
himself.  

"This is a nice little car."  Nancy commented as he 
started the engine.

"It's an Austin American," John said as he navigated 
through the parking lot, "Actually it's my sister's 
car but I'd rather drive it than my parent's Dodge 
Dart."  

"It's nice.  You remember how to get to my parent's 
house?"  

"Yes," John gave her a quick smile, "just follow the 
signs pointing the way to Los Angeles."  He laughed.  

"People think I'm kidding when I tell them to do 
that."  Nancy smiled back.  A few minutes later they 
arrived at an intersection that had a sign indicating 
the route through town to Highway 99.  'LOS ANGELES' 
and 'SACRAMENTO' it announced with an arrow pointing 
to the left.  

Although neither one of them would be able to remember 
what they talked about, John and Nancy continued their 
conversation as he drove across town to her parent's 
house.  They continued to talk parked in front of the 
house until Nancy announced, for the Nth time, that 
she absolutely had to go inside, and that she 'really, 
really meant it' this time.  

John opened the door for Nancy, then offered his hand 
to help her get out of the car.  They continued to 
hold hands while they walked up the well-lit driveway, 
then across the lawn to the front door.  At the door 
John said good night, then leaned forward tentatively 
and, since Nancy made no move to pull away pressed his 
lips to hers in a chaste, closed mouthed kiss.

After Nancy whispered 'good night' and disappeared 
into her parent's house, John walked back to the car 
and, after driving the short distance to Highway 99, 
merged onto the freeway heading north.  Twenty minutes 
later, with no distinct memory of the trip, he pulled 
into the parking lot of the apartment complex where 
he, his parents and two of his three sisters occupied 
two apartments.

----------------
(Friday Aug 1, 1969 7:45 PM
San Joaquin Delta College Theater Green Room, 
Stockton California)

"Let's watch the play," at the sound of the familiar 
voice John turned and looked up at Shirley who was 
standing beside him.  

"You really want to sit through a reading of 'Don Juan 
in Hell'?"  John asked with an unpleasant expression 
on his face.

 "Nancy had to go home," Shirley sat down beside her 
friend, "you might as well watch the play with me."  
Shirley gave the reluctant John a friendly push.  
"This way we can make snide comments about it tomorrow 
during the critique session"  

"Or," John said stirring from his funk, "we can make 
snide comments about their performances while we 
watch."
 
"That goes without saying."  Shirley replied, standing 
up and extending her hand to help her friend from his 
chair.  After accepting his friends extended hand, 
John turned and, after picking up the plastic duck 
named 'Simon T. Duck' which was a fixture of the drama 
department, followed her through the door leading 
backstage.  As they walked through the darkened 
backstage area toward the auditorium Shirley suddenly 
stopped, then held finger to her mouth indicating a 
need for silence.  John looked across the stage in the 
direction Shirley was staring.  It took a few seconds 
for John to make out the couple making out in the 
shadows.  It took him a moment or two more to realize 
that the woman who was leaning against the backstage 
wall, enthusiastically kissing the man whose hands 
were exploring her body was Sally.  The man with the 
exploring hands was none other than Paul the cowboy 
hat wearing redneck.  In order to insure that they 
would remain undetected John leaned close to Shirley 
and spoke with his lips almost touching her ear.

"You think he will be able to pick the lock on her 
chastity belt?"  John whispered.  John found Shirley's 
warmth against his body exciting.  Their lips almost 
touched as they turned their heads so Shirley could 
reply.

"Oh shut up," she whispered in his ear, her hot breath 
sending a chill down his spine, "I think it's sweet."  
Not wanting his friend to think he was breaking their 
unspoken friendship rules, John pulled back slightly.  
Shirley waited for a moment then led the way through 
the door beside the stage into the auditorium proper.  
John had to admit that, in spite of his prejudice 
against cowboy hat wearing rednecks, he found Paul to 
be an intelligent, likeable guy.  

"Lets sit front row center," John suggested, "so we 
can make faces at them when we get board."

"Good idea."  Shirley agreed grinning back at him.  
John realized, not for the first time, how often he 
and Shirley had the same ideas.  Taking the lead John 
moved through the almost empty theater to the 
indicated seats.  The hydraulic orchestra pit had been 
raised to stage level giving the actors plenty of room 
to sit at their reading stands in front of the closed 
curtain.  This configuration placed the front of the 
stage within reach of people setting in the front row.

"How are things going with tu amor?"  Shirley asked as 
John placed 'Simon' on the floor between his feet 
after they were seated.  

"We've just gone out for coffee on the way to her 
house a couple of times."  John answered defensively.  

"Just coffee?"  Shirley asked with a teasing grin.

"Well," John answered with a combination of pride and 
embarrassment, "I kissed her goodnight."

"Lucky her."  Shirley said as the actors walked onto 
the stage.  John was glad the dimming house lights hid 
his blushing face.  Both Shirley and John slid down in 
their seats and leaned towards each other until their 
heads were almost touching.  In this position they 
could continue their whispered exchange as the 
production got underway.  It was a game they both 
enjoyed, and had played under many different 
circumstances.  The unstated goal being to embarrass 
and humiliate the other one by making them laugh out 
loud at an inappropriate moment.  John was the 
undisputed champion of this little game having, on 
previous occasions, regularly causing Shirley to laugh 
loud enough to attract the interest of not only the 
rest of the audience, but also the actors on the 
stage.

Shirley proved to be more in control of her self than 
usual.  While she chuckled softly at many of John's 
comments he failed to get the outburst of uncontrolled 
laughter that was always his goal.  John's failure was 
due, at least in part, to his being more aware than he 
ever had been before of Shirley's warmth and her 
totally captivating odor.

About halfway through the play John leaned forward, 
picked up Simon and placed him on the edge of the 
stage facing the actors.  This act was rewarded with a 
quickly choked off burst of laughter from his 
companion; looks of both amusement and anger from the 
actors; a reprimand from Mr. Miller the next morning; 
and a permanent place in the lore of the San Joaquin 
Delta College Drama Department.

----------------
(Wednesday August 20, 1969 7:40 PM
San Joaquin Delta College Theater Lobby
Stockton California)

John walked the length of the theater lobby stopping 
as he approached the western end to look out the open 
double doors and scan the parking area for newly 
arrived cars.  Shirley watched with an amused smile as 
her friend turned and, for the dozenth time walked 
back to lean against the counter and keep her company 
as she passed out programs.  As curtain time 
approached John's trips to the side doors to look for 
the object of his obsession, and her family, came at 
closer and closer intervals.

"Calm down," Shirley advised, "you know they're going 
to get here."  John smiled weakly at his friend then 
made another trip to the doors to check out the 
parking lot.  As is usual in such a situation, despite 
John's vigilance Nancy, her parents, and her younger 
sister appeared at the door when he wasn't watching.  

"John, this is my father, Paul."  The introduction was 
followed by a handshake.  "This is my mother Doris."  
John nodded his head, almost a gentlemanly European 
bow towards Nancy's mother.  "And you've already met 
my sister, Janet."  John smiled at the younger girl.  

"John wrote the play for the student production."  
Janet said with a mischievous grin, obviously bringing 
up a subject she knew her older sister did not want 
discussed.  

"My play's not being performed tonight," John 
explained talking to the parents, "but this is Shirley 
Moorhead, she directed my play."  John smiled at his 
friend as she handed programs to Nancy's family.  John 
thought Nancy's smile seemed to lack a bit in the area 
of sincerity as she watched Shirley being introduced.  

"What is your play about?"  Janet asked with 
exaggerated innocents, ignoring the malevolent look 
she received from Nancy.  

"It's a social satire commenting on modern life."  
John explained, with intentional vagueness, as he led 
the group toward the door into the theater proper.  

"Maybe we should come back when we can see John's 
play."  That suggestion got her a whispered 'shut up' 
from Nancy as the two girls followed John, and their 
parents, down the isle.  The house lights began to dim 
before John and Nancy's family had finished settling 
into their seats.  John sat between the two sisters 
and found that while Janet laughed quietly at most of 
his softly spoken side comments, Nancy seemed to be 
annoyed by his attempts at humor.  As the evening wore 
on John couldn't help but think about how much more 
fun it was to watch a play with Shirley..  

----------------
(Friday August 22, 1969 10:00AM
San Joaquin Delta College Theater Green Room
Stockton California)

John looked up from his book as Shirley set the 
unexpected but very welcome cup of coffee on the table 
in front of him.  Shirley set her own cup of coffee on 
the table then pulled the chair next to John's away 
from the table and sat down next to him.

"What are you reading?"  Shirley asked lifting the 
book up so she could read the title.  "Don't you have 
those books memorized?"  She teased with a grin. 

"Just about," John took a sip of his coffee, "this is 
the last day of the summer session and I wanted to 
read all three of them again before the fall semester 
started."  

"I did notice that you are still signing your name 
with Elfin script."  Shirley observed, after taking a 
sip from her cup.  The two friends sat quietly for a 
few minutes drinking their coffee.

"What are you planning for tonight?"  Shirley asked, a 
little too casually.

"Nancy and I are going to watch 'The Visit' together, 
then I was going to give her a ride to the closing 
party."  John wasn't sure why, but he avoided calling 
his arrangement with Nancy a 'date' while he talked to 
Shirley.  

"Sounds like fun."  The tone of Shirley's voice 
contradicted the contents of her speech.  

"Would you like to sit with us?"  John asked, 
responding to what he perceived as depression in his 
friends demeanor.

"No," Shirley responded with a weak smile, "I'll be 
sitting with Sally and Paul."  They sat and sipped 
their coffee in silence for a few minutes.

"You know," Shirley broke the silence, staring into 
her cup of coffee as she talked, "I really enjoyed 
working on 'All Those Things' with you."

"I had a good time too," John smiled at his friend, 
noticing that she seemed to be acting 
uncharacteristically shy, "especially the rewrite work 
we did."  John noticed that his mention of the time 
they had spent together re-working his play brought a 
smile to Shirley's face.  "You really had some good 
ideas."

"You planning on doing more writing?"  Shirley asked 
after another period of silent coffee sipping.  

"Of course," John replied, "I've got a couple of ideas 
kicking around in my head"

"Oh?"  Shirley encouraged her friend.

"Another one act play titled 'The Acid Head and the 
Jehovah's Witness'..."

"Sounds promising." 

"...and a story tentatively titled 'The Adventures of 
Erogenous Jones'."

"You going to make that one 'delightfully obscene'?"  
Shirley asked with obvious interest.  

"I was thinking more along the lines of 'delightfully 
pornographic', something that will really make Sally 
blush."  John smiled at the thought.

"Making Sally blush isn't much of a goal to shoot 
for," Shirley chuckled, "you do that virtually every 
time you talk to her."  There was another silent pause 
before she continued again.  "Have you ever thought 
about writing with a partner?"  She finally asked. 

"Well," John answered thoughtfully, "I wrote 'The 
Importance of Being Varro' for a class project with 
Mike and, yes, I enjoyed working with a collaborator." 
They sat in silence for a few minutes then Shirley 
sighed loudly.

"I'd love to partner up with you," Shirley spoke 
softly, "think about it and let me know."  John 
watched as Shirley, her hands trembling, set her 
coffee on the table then, without saying any more, 
pushed her chair back, stood up and hurried from the 
Green Room.  John watched his friend rush from the 
room then sat, deep in thought.  It was obvious, even 
to John, that Shirley had been talking about more than 
just being a writing partner.  Leaving his dog-eared 
copy of 'The Fellowship of the Ring' on the table 
beside the empty Styrofoam cups John left the Green 
Room.  The perils faced by Frodo and his band of 
Hobits did not seem nearly as important right now, and 
John needed to think.

----------------
(Friday August 22, 1969 8:00 PM
San Joaquin Delta College Theater,
Stockton California)

As John sat beside Nancy waiting for the house lights 
to dim, and the curtain to rise for the last 
performance of 'The Visit' he kept looking across the 
auditorium where Shirley sat with Sally and Paul.  
Whenever Shirley noticed him looking at her she would 
smile back.  A few minutes after the production 
started John watched as Shirley walked up the far isle 
and left the auditorium.  

"Ah, Nancy," John whispered a couple of minutes later, 
"can you make other arrangements to get to the party?  
And home?"  He new he was being incredibly rude to 
Nancy, but at the moment nothing seemed more important 
to him than being with Shirley.  Without waiting for 
an answer John excused himself past the other people 
in the row and, walking through the lobby, stepped out 
into the warm summer night.  Seeing Shirley setting by 
her self on the end of one of the redwood picnic 
tables in the patio area beside the closed student 
lounge, John walked over and stood in front of her.  
John took Shirley's hand in his and she leaned her 
head against his chest  

"How's Nancy going to get to the party?"  Shirley 
asked.  

"She's a big girl," John replied, releasing Shirley's 
hand and moving his arms around her waist, "I don't 
want to talk about Nancy."  Shirley moved closer until 
their bodies touched.  Shirley tilted her head up and 
their mouths came together.  Their lips parted as 
their tongues gently explored each other's mouth.  
John felt like an electric current was running through 
his body from his lips down through his groin all the 
way to his feet and into the ground.  John pulled 
their bodies closer together as Shirley stroked his 
hair.  Their lips opened further and their tongues 
moved deeper into the other's mouth. 

"Jesus."  Shirley said quietly as their mouths 
separated.  John looked at Shirley in the fading 
twilight and wondered how he could have ever thought 
she was plane looking.  He moved a stray hair from her 
face then let the tip of his finger trace a line down 
her cheek to her chin.    
 
"I think," John said looking into Shirley's eyes, 
"that if we are going to be writing partners we need 
to thoroughly research topics before we write."

"Does that mean I'm going to have to drop acid and 
join the Jehovah's Witnesses?"  Shirley teased, not 
breaking their gaze.

"Well, actually, I was thinking about working on the 
other story."

"Have you given any consideration to a scene with 
Erogenous Jones and his lady friend on a blanket 
behind the local college theater?"  Shirley asked with 
a sly grin.   Wanting to feel the electric thrill of 
passion cursing through his body again, John leaned 
forward and kissed Shirley once more as their bodies 
clung tightly to each other.  John had never wanted 
anything more than to continue kissing the most 
exciting woman he had ever met.  
 
"And just where is Erogenous going to come up with a 
blanket all of the sudden?"  John asked, letting their 
lips part slightly.

"I do believe that Erogenous has the good since to get 
involved with a woman whose car always contains an 
emergency kit.   Which always," Shirley let her hands 
run down Johns upper arms, "contains an emergency 
blanket."  Shirley smiled expectantly as she waited 
for John's reply.  

"How clever he is."  John took a step backward, 
allowing Shirley to slip from the table and stand with 
their bodies touching and their arms around each 
other.  

"Is that a roll of Certs in your pocket," Shirley 
teased, "or are you just thrilled to be this close to 
me?"  

"If it can be mistaken for a roll of Certs," John 
replied, "then it can't be anything more, ah, 
interesting."  With their arms around each other's 
waists John and Shirley walked to the parking lot 
where Shirley produced the promised blanket from the 
trunk of her car before they continued around the 
building to a relatively isolated patch of grass 
located behind the theater.  Shirley spread the 
blanket on the ground, then they both seemed to be 
suddenly struck with a wave of shyness when it came 
time for them to lay down on the blanket together.  
Shirley overcame the momentary affliction first and, 
after kicking off her shoes, sat on the blanket then 
patted the area beside her to indicate that John 
should sit there.  

As John turned toward Shirley and she reclined on the 
blanket, John cradled her head with his left arm while 
his right hand rested on her left hip.  Leaning down 
over his friend, John brought his lips to hers and, as 
his tongue explored her mouth once again, his hand 
moved up from her hip onto the warm bare skin of her 
stomach under her blouse.  As his hand moved over 
Shirley's smooth skin, and his lips moved off her 
mouth to trace a damp trail down her cheek toward her 
neck, John decided that for this night, with this 
woman, he would abandon the policy of reticents that 
usually controlled his interactions with members of 
the other sex and institute a policy of audacity 
instead.  For tonight, John decided, anything less 
than a clear-cut, verbal request to stop would be 
considered to be permission to continue.  Shirley 
shifted her position, making herself more available to 
John's exploring hands, and in the process brought her 
thigh against his crotch.
 
"You're right," she whispered, as their breathing 
became heavier, "that's definitely not a roll of 
Certs."  Shirley moved her leg against John to 
encourage him as he pulled his hand from under her 
blouse and began undoing the buttons; starting at the 
top and following the progress with his lips moving 
along her skin.  

"Hang on a second."  Shirley whispered as she gently 
lifted John's head moving his lips away from her warm 
skin.  John rested on his left elbow, his right hand 
resting on Shirley's uncovered stomach and watched as 
she rose up on her elbows just far enough to reach 
behind her back and unhook her bra.  It seemed that 
Shirley was also tired of easily misunderstood 
signals.  Her bra, unhooked Shirley laid back down 
with her now loose bra still covering her breasts and 
looked up at John's face.  John, still propped up on 
his elbow, looked down at Shirley as he slowly moved 
his right hand up her now trembling stomach and 
slipped the tips of his fingers under the material 
covering her breasts.  Without lifting her bra John 
slowly moved his hand up the side of Shirley's firm 
breast until his fingertips brushed her hard crinkled 
nipple.  Shirley's body shivered at his touch and she 
moved her leg against his crotch to encourage him 
further.  After circling his fingertips around her 
right nipple several times, John slowly moved his hand 
back down the inside of her left breast then, still 
without lifting her bra, moved his hand up under the 
cup covering her right breast and circled her right 
nipple with his fingers just as he had done with her 
left nipple.  Not breaking eye contact until the last 
second John slowly lowered his head; bringing his lips 
back to Shirley's, as he gently pinched her nipple 
between his thumb and finger.  As soon as their lips 
touched Shirley wrapped her arms around John's head 
and neck, holding his mouth tightly against hers and 
sucked enthusiastically on his tongue.  

While they remained locked in their kiss Shirley 
rolled towards John and they intertwined their legs; 
allowing each of them to move against the other's 
thigh.  They continued to rock against each other 
while John gently caressed Shirley's nipples, and they 
anointed each other's faces and necks with sloppy wet 
kisses, until John's body jerked against Shirley's.  
As his own spasm died down John became aware of 
Shirley's hips jerking, grinding her crotch against 
his leg in a slow sensual motion before she too 
relaxed and they laid in each other's arms.  Lying on 
their backs, their arms around each other, John and 
Shirley watched the stars overhead while they waited 
for their breathing to return to normal.  

When he was sufficiently recovered John propped 
himself up on his left elbow then slowly pulled first 
the left side, then the right side of Shirley's blouse 
from her stomach.  Once her blouse was out of the way 
John slowly lifted Shirley's bra, exposing her breasts 
for his visual enjoyment.  Shirley watched John as he 
examined her breasts, observing them intently as he 
tweaked her nipples back to an erect state.  Holding 
her left breast in his hand John leaned forward and 
ran his tongue in circles around Shirley's hard 
nipple.  Then, after gently blowing on the nipple and 
watching it harden even further, John slowly pulled it 
into his mouth and sucked on it.  

"Oh, yes," Shirley moaned.  As John shifted his 
attention to Shirley's other nipple he ran his hand 
down across her stomach, over her bunched up skirt and 
slip, then began to caress her nylon-covered thighs.  
Despite her skirt being hiked up almost to her waist, 
Shirley's crotch remained effectively covered with her 
white cotton panties and pantyhose.  As his hand moved 
up her thigh John could feel the heat and moisture 
through both layers of fabric.  

"Hang on just a minute."  Shirley said gently pushing 
John away once again.  Using her shoulders and feet 
for support Shirley lifted the rest of her body off 
the blanket and, hooking her thumbs under the 
waistbands of her panties and pantyhose pulled them 
off her hips.  As she continued to pull them down her 
thighs Shirley lowered her body back onto the blanket 
then lifted her legs.  Tossing her underwear aside 
Shirley turned back to John.  

"Your turn."  John lay back on the blanket and, after 
unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly, used much 
the same maneuver to remove his trousers and jockey 
shorts.  Shirley and John lay on their sides facing 
each other.  Each of their legs which were lying on 
the blanket were stretched out straight, almost 
touching the other's.  Their other legs were bent at 
the knee, resting against each other's.  

As they leaned forward to kiss they crossed arms and 
both cupped the other at the same time; combining the 
thrill of exploring, and being explored, and sharing 
the experience of discovering how much better it is to 
be touched by, and to touch, someone else than it is 
to touch oneself.  After exploring her external folds, 
John's finger sliped easily inside.  As he continued 
to explore Shirley's depths, John moaned with the 
pleasure of her hand stroking up and down his length.  
After feeling Shirley's body tremble and shudder 
through another orgasm John pulled away from her to 
reach behind his back and, retrieving his trousers and 
pulling his wallet from the back pocket, produce a 
foil wrapped condom, which he had purchased in a 
moment of unbridled optimism after taking Nancy home 
the first time.  

"Let me."  Shirley said taking it from his fingers.  
John watched as Shirley tore open the foil package 
with her teeth and, after removing the condom, sat up 
so she could use both hands applying the latex sheath.  
Once she was done Shirley laid back down on the 
blanket and, spreading her bent legs looked at John 
expectantly.  'Now,' John thought as he got onto his 
hands and knees, and moved into position between her 
thighs, 'is not the time to bring up the fact that 
I've never done this before.'  

"Take it nice and slow," Shirley said reaching up and 
touching John's cheek as he lowered himself toward 
her, "I've never done this before."  

"Neither have I."  John replied.  Shirley smiled at 
John as she reached down between them to help him with 
the entry.  John thought his eyes were going to roll 
completely inside his head, and that his brain might 
melt and run out his ears as he slowly slipped into 
Shirley.  

"God, you feel so good."  He said as their bodies 
settled against each other.

"So do you."  Shirley replied as she removed her hand 
from between their bodies and wrapped her arms, and 
legs around John.  Both John and Shirley lay 
completely still as they absorbed the wonderful 
feelings being generated by their union.  After a few 
minutes they began to move, slowly rocking their 
bodies in unison.  John brushed some errant strands of 
hair from Shirley's face then lowered his mouth onto 
hers.  They kissed, and slowly moved their bodies 
against each other until their muscles tightened, and 
spasmed at almost the same instant.   Supporting his 
weight with his elbows and knees John gently stroked 
and kissed Shirley's face as he remained inside her.

"Don't you think," Shirley asked, as her hands 
continued to explore John's body, "that Erogenous and 
his lady friend ought to be getting back into the 
theater before the end of the play?"

"Yes," John answered before rolling off, "I think you 
are right."  After removing the condom and tossing it 
towards the theater wall, John pulled a handkerchief 
from his pants pocket and handed it to Shirley.

"Thanks." Shirley took the proffered hanky then, in a 
wave of post coital shyness, turned slightly away from 
John while she did a little clean up work before 
handing the handkerchief back to John who was already 
pulling on his trousers.  

"We need to come up with a name for Erogenous' lady 
friend." Shirley said as she began to untangle her 
panties from her pantyhose.

"Do me a favor," John asked touching Shirley's arm, 
"leave those off."  Shirley gave John a thoughtful 
look in the dim light.

"OK" She said with mischievous smile.

"I think," John announced, with a tone of seriousness, 
as he helped Shirley bundle her underwear up with the 
blanket, "that Shirley Moorhead would be a perfect 
name for Erogenous' lady friend."

"Why is that?"  Shirley asked with a caution born of 
years dealing with her friend.

"Because," John paused for dramatic effect, "Erogenous 
will surely want more head."  

Shirley moaned even louder than she had while they 
were making love.  

John slowly flexed his arm, then decided that the 
punch Shirley had given him hadn't crippled him after 
all.







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