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Lips! (MF, Humor, Virgins?)


I met Laura in the very long outdoor line for a midnight showing of the "Rocky Horror Picture Show" in the late 1970's on the North Side of Chicago when it was playing at the Biograph Theater.  If you've seen the movie "Fame" you have an inkling of what the live stage shows  for "Rocky Horror" were like, but "Fame" portrays what the shows were diluted to in the late `80's, in the "70's, it was rawer and more powerful; the action started on the outside as you waited to get in, and the number of people in costume was much larger than the film would have led you to expect.

Nearly everyone in the audience had brought some kind of prop, except the "virgins", those who had not seen the show before.

Official members of the onstage show, those actually paid by the theater to be there, went up and down the line asking people "Are you a virgin?" as loud as they could. I was stunned to see people, younger than I was shouting "No, I'm no fucking virgin" and holding out toast, or a newspaper, or a water pistol as proof, or even some women, mostly blondes, tearing open their blouses to show white foundation bra's. Some even wore skimpier bras.

I found this behavior bizarre and sexy, and the costumes, some
transsexual, very disturbing.  I was supposed to meet some friends there who were coming on the Howard Line and I was saving them a spot in line. They were supposed to explain things to me and had warned me that the wait in line might be strange, but not to worry, I would love the show.  

Right behind me stood a gorgeous redhead, about 5'11".  I'm 6'2" and this busty dream with penetrating but frightened green eyes and legs up to her ears was even more erotic than the girls tearing off their tops, even though her pink fuzzy sweater revealed nothing.

But her sweater was one of those fuzzy soft ones, popular at the time,
that made a guy ache to feel it just on its own, and her breasts, full and lush, were almost impossible to touch.  

The cast seemed to sense her fear and screamed at people near her, getting closer and closer, but not quite
asking her the key question.

Suddenly, a nearly naked man, with only part of a sheet wrapped around
his waist, came within inches of her, beefcake thrusting at her breasts and leered, intensely, and loudly, "I'll bet YOU'RE NOT A VIRGIN!"

"NO!" She shouted as he reached for her breasts and backed into my hard-on.  "I mean, yes, I'm a virgin!  What kind of guy are you to even ask anyway!" Her face turning bright red, her chest, the part visible and neck flushing, her nostrils flaring her hands gripping mine for support.

"I'm the kind that makes virgins into women!" he laughed darkly, "You
may be a virgin now, but you won't be by the end of the show!  Isn't that right everyone!"

To her astonishment everyone cheered!  Even ordinary people who seemed
harmless cheered.  She looked stunned.  She backed even tighter into me, seemingly oblivious that she was backing her valley right into my cock through her clothes.  I felt her shake and grip me even tighter.

I whispered in her ear.  "Don't worry, I hate to admit it, but I'm a
virgin too.  Even so, I won't let anything happen to you during this show, if I have to hurt someone to prevent it.  Or get hurt in the process.  But I think he's all talk.  I think they are trying to just juice up the crowd."

She relaxed a little.  Then I felt like I had to say it.

"I'm not complaining.  You're so beautiful that I'm about ready to ask
you to marry me just on general principles, but are you aware how close we are to actually losing our virginity together right now?"

Suddenly she realized that she had backed her sweat pants so completely into mine, that she was on the verge of pushing her pussy lips around my erection and actually letting me penetrate through the layers of fabric an inch or two.

She froze.  "Oohh.  I, I, I didn't mean to.  I was so scared.  God,
you're not almost in me.  You are in me a little.  You, if you pushed even a little, you would have.  She eased off."

"Wait a second, I am really hard, you were wet, and I'm ramrod straight. If you pull away too fast everyone will assume I WAS completely inside you. Give me a second to get less excited."

"O.K.  Thank you for, for not doing it." She paused.  "Why didn't you? I mean, I'm grateful, but if you had I couldn't have blamed you, I would have assumed it was a complete accident, and that it was that other guys fault."

"But it wouldn't have been.  It would have been my fault.  I wanted to. I've never wanted to do anything more in my life than fuck you even through fabric.  I think I would have come immediately and some of my semen would have gone through the fabric and if I was really lucky..."

"Gulp, you would have knocked me up alright.  I'm almost certainly
ovulating tonight."

"Damn.  Nice guys finish last once again.  Shit."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I wasn't kidding when I said I almost proposed to you on
principle.  You are without a doubt the most beautiful young woman I have ever met.  Your eyes, man, your eyes are so sexy, I can hardly believe it. I could swim in your eyes forever.  They are just so sweet.  They look so kind, and your voice, so, so very sexy.  And the rest of you.  I was just standing in line and you got me harder than I've ever been.  Ever."

"No." She squeaked a little.  "Wait a second, you haven't even mentioned my breasts!  Don't you like them?"

"Oohh, yes.  They're perfect.  And your legs seem to go up forever.  And your ears, like an elfin girl.  And your skin, so white, so creamy, so soft, and those light freckles." And then I put my arms around her and pulled her back to me.  I kissed the back of her neck and she melted into my arms.  Unbelievable.  Things like this do not happen to me.

"I like you.  I don't even know your name, but you make me feel safe and you like the things I like about me first.  I can't believe you said my eyes first.  Wait, what color are they?"

"Mostly green, with a band of gold around the green, with little flecks of red and blue.  Just amazing."

"But you were mostly turned away from me!"

"Yeah, but for a few minutes we were standing next to the movie posters and I was looking at you in the glass reflection.  Then when that guy was hassling you I turned around and got a good look.  When he said that he bet that you were not a virgin your eyes got really big, really, really big. 

He was lucky.  If I hadn't been so distracted by how beautiful you were I would have kicked him where the sun don't shine."

Then she laughed a laugh I will never forget.  Easy and free and happy
and musical and totally at ease.

"Is it safe for me to turn around _____?"

"James"

"James, I like James.  Not Jim?"

"Not usually.  One of my friends has claimed Jim.  For some reason
people prefer to call me James.  I think it is because I grew up being
exceptionally polite.  And yes, I think it is safe for you to turn around ____?"

"Lisa.  Good.  I think you should be rewarded for your gallantry. 
Besides, I think I like you.  I like you a lot and I want to try
something." Then she turned around, slid her hands up to my face, around the back of my head, playing with my hair and kissed me.

Lisa may have been a virgin, but she was a great kisser.  Really great. I was not that experienced for reasons that I won't drive you to tears with. Its another, very sad story, but I just followed Lisa's lead and as she slowly sucked on my lower lip I gently tugged on hers.  Tongues followed.  

Soon I did my one trick where I sealed my mouth over hers and
breathed into her and gently pulled her breath into my lungs, which I find very intimate and erotic.  We did that while French kissing several times until we got light headed and I drew in some fresh air through my nose and she figured out to do the same.

"Aha!  I knew it!  Not only won't you be a virgin by the end of the
show, you might even be pregnant!" It was that jerk again, I wanted to kill him.

"Hey, buddy, leave my girl alone or I'll run you in for indecent
exposure, but I won't charge you for 36 hours and you'll miss all the
weekend shows and then have to wait another day to get arraigned.  Is that what you want?" He suddenly looked terrified.  "I didn't think so." "Go pick on someone who'll have fun with it."

I got minor applause from the group around us.

"My hero!" Lisa squealed.  "I didn't know you were a police officer."

"I'm not, but I've played one on the stage," I smirked.

"What!  You really faked him out!  That was wonderful!  But what if he
reports you, couldn't you get arrested for impersonating an officer?"

"Nope," I smiled, "I never said I was a police officer.  I implied that I could arrest him and I could.  I know the correct formula for making a citizen's arrest in the State of Illinois.  It's risky, I could get sued if I arrested someone wrongfully.  But I could arrest him if I wanted to.  I "might" be wrong about being able to hold him without a charge, but then I would just be, er, mistaken.  A citizen is not expected to know everything about the law after all."

"That is so funny.  You get another kiss for that.  Who knows, maybe
I'll even give my virginity up during the show after all."

Now it was my turn to squeak.  I think my voice rose three octaves. 
"Ple-ease don't joke about that.  I'm really turned on.  It's a good thing this movie is looking like it is going to be so bizarre.  If it was really sexy we would be in real trouble."

Putting her hands in mine she looked up to me with doe-like eyes and
said, "yeah".  But let's sit in the back in case we have to escape.

It was 11:45 and the line finally started to move. There must have been 450 people in line by now, on a Friday night at Midnight!

"So how come such a pretty girl is here all alone?  I'd think you'd have dozens of guys dying to bring you to a movie?"

"Not so many as you think.  A lot of guys think I'm too tall.  I was
supposed to meet four girlfriends here tonight but I think they blew me off. They were meeting a friend who couldn't come for drinks and I bet they got wasted early and forgot."

"I'm in the same boat.  My friends didn't show either, maybe my friends hooked up with yours!" We both laughed at that idea.  Your friends weren't going to On Broadway, (a local blues club), were they?" 

Lisa stared at me with her big green eyes.  "No, say it isn't so, Lisa."

"Watch, right now your slutty friends are sleeping with my slutty
friends," she moaned.

"Your friends are slutty?" Oops, that was tactless.

"Compared to me, yeah.  I've been fighting a losing battle with
preserving my virginity.  I'm Roman Catholic, and I want to wait for
marriage, or at least for the guy I'm going to marry, but my friends are making it harder and harder all the time.  Particularly my room mate.  She could out sell Simon and Garfunkle if she put out an album called "The Sounds of Sex".

"Funny, very funny.  Yeah, I have a bad case of Roman Catholic virginity too.  I'm really tired of it.  I really didn't mean to stay a virgin this long, but something bad happened in college and it made it hard for me to date seriously.  It was just too painful."

"A bad breakup?"

"You might say that.  I was in love with her and she was killed in an
accident.  It sort of ripped my heart out.  We had just about worked our trust levels up to the point of doing it, we had this whole theology of sex and souls mixing idea in our heads, and then she died."

"I can't imagine that.  I'm sorry.  I wouldn't be rebound girl would I?"

"No.  I went out with a lot of girls since then, but I've always thought because there's always a risk of pregnancy with sex that you should avoid sex with anyone but those that you thought would make at least a good partner."

"So when you really wanted to have sex with me, that was just biological wasn't it?  Just an impulse."

"No.  I'm not a crazy stalker type guy who fixates on anyone he meets.
But no.  It wasn't just an impulse either, it was an emotional judgment, that could be wrong, that we would be great together kids or no kids. You're only the second person I've met in five years I've felt that way about."

"What about the other girl?" Lisa couldn't help caring and being a
little jealous.

"Already married to a really nice guy." Another rule is that I never, ever interfere with a relationship in progress."

We were finally getting near the ticket window.

Lisa squeezed my hand really tight.  "I think we should sit together and go out after the movie."

"I was going to ask, but I'm glad you asked first.  It makes me feel
like what I am feeling might not be all in my imagination."

   "No, it's not.  You make me feel excited and give me that butterfly
feeling and, I can't believe I'm even saying these words out loud, but when I realized that you were nearly inside me, I had, I had, my first real orgasm.  It wasn't huge, but it was real.  I can't let that pass without knowing you better, "Who was that masked man?" isn't going to make it for me."

I almost fell over laughing.  I whispered, "Hi, Ho Orgasm, It's the Lone Penetrator!"

"Shhhh!"

"I'll be good, I..."

"I don't know yet if I want you to be good, or naughty."

We got our tickets and went into the theater.  It was really full, we
either had to sit way up in front, or pretty far in back.  I suggested we sit near the back on the right side which was away from where most of the traffic coming in to the back of the theater came from.

The lights went down and they started the pre-show with "Hello Virgins!" As they celebrated the people who had seen the show several hundred times we gradually got the idea that at this show a "virgin" was someone who had never seen the show or the antics built into the audience participation.

I whispered to Lisa "The man in the towel was right, we would no longer be Rocky Horror virgins by the end of the show."

She responded by rubbing my crotch, "He might have been even righter
than that."

I shuddered again, and then I kissed her, hard.  We necked in the dark
while the audience started clapping waiting for the movie to start.

"LIPS!"

Then it happened.  The sensual red lips started singing the opening
number and we realized that we were in for more than we bargained for.

Every time the audience screamed at the action onstage we got a little
jolt, sometimes Lisa got a little harder Jolt.  When Brad and Janet watched the wedding she squeezed my hand hard.  Then the show started getting really exciting.

   I loved "There's a light over at the Frankenstein place" and since the audience was singing it I felt free to harmonize with it, which I did instinctively.  Interesting lyrics, but the song had a hauntingly beautiful
arrangement. 

"Wow, you can really sing," Lisa whispered.

"I'm inspired by my sexy girlfriend."

"I'm your girlfriend?"

"Well?"

"Yeah, I'm your girlfriend, but be good to me.  I'm about as experienced as you are."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be really nice to you then, and you can ask me anything, any
thing. Never be afraid to ask me something, even if you are afraid of the answer, I will be honest with you."

"You keep this up and you will be stuck with me."

"Good." 

Lisa was not prepared for that and did a quick intake of breath,
tightened her grip on my hand and then pulled it to her breast.  "Rub me, gently, but be discrete, I don't want anyone to notice you touching my breasts."

I pulled Lisa to me so that she was facing the wall more than the
screen, and gently let my fingers and hands do the walking across her
breasts, stopping at the nipples and making small circles around them until her nipples got stiff beneath her bra.  The soft fuzzy sweater made the whole thing softer.

"I wish I had an excuse to take your sweater off."
"Me too."

Just then, to our astonishment, Susan Sarandon started singing,
"Toucha-Toucha-Toucha-Touch Me, I Wanna Be Dirty" and at least 40 to 50 women jumped up in their seats, stripped off their shirts and started rubbing their tits over their bras.  One or two even had bra "accidents" and were rubbing their bare breasts.

"James!  Take my sweater off!"

I pulled her sweater off and she danced in her seat like the others, I
turned around and faced her from below grabbing her breasts through her bra, which was soft and thin, almost transparent and flicking her areolae and stiffening nipples.  Since no one was in our row, I slid her sweats and panties down and took her slit into my mouth in one go, she sang the chorus with a scream, and some turned around, but no one could see that her clit was being tongued because we were so far back.

I was in heaven.  She started shaking and sweating and vibrating and as the song ended she collapsed in her seat with her pants down.  I slid back up in my seat, with my sweats and underpants off too.  She looked down at my erection.  "Ooh, you made me come.  That song was sooo hot.  I want you. I want you to take me.  I want to ride you."

At this point Brad and Janet are in two different curtained beds.  Then Janet starts to have sex and at this point I pull Lisa into my lap.  "I want to be in you.  Is this OK?

"Yes, I want you to be my first."

"I want you to be my first too."   

What we think are Brad and Janet are having sex on screen and I slid
Lisa up onto my erection and rub her clit as I lower her down onto my rod.

She is tight, so tight, but very wet, I have a little pre-cum from before when we almost did it through our clothes in line.

As she started to slide down I was amazed at how hot, I mean really
burning up her pussy was.  I had always heard "You're hot" or "You're on fire, baby" But I never really understood how literally true that was until I started to pull Lisa down onto my shaft.  As I did so I felt her stop as my penis felt her hymen.

   I stopped long enough to grab her soft, firm breasts, twist her nipples, and use those to pull her down onto my cock.  Lisa groaned.  She whimpered as the pressure on her hymen grew.

"Hold your breath, one good painful pull and it will be broken and I'll be inside you.  I love you Lisa."

"I love you James, do it now!"

I did.  I pulled her nipples hard and thrust up at the same time.  She
grunted as her hymen broke and my cock broke through deeper into her pussy.

It was all I could do not to explode immediately.  She froze - "Urgh hurts - wait a second"

I waited - "Just say OK when you are ready for me to work my way deeper, it will feel better, I promise, the worst part is over." Then I reached around and rubbed her clit and labia.

"Ohhh, that's better.  Deeper, now." I pulled her very gently deeper. 
"Better, deepermmmmmmmmm,,,,,,,,,,m.  Then grabbing her hips just as Frank reveals himself to Brad in bed I pulled her hips down hard and she slid all the way down to the base of my shaft and whimpered.  "Slow down!  I feel so full, so good, but not so fast."

"I understand. It feels so hot to be inside you.  Its like we're connected soul to soul."

Then I started to move.  It was a little painful for me too.  She was so very tight.  She was clearly not used to anything of any kind inside her womb, and I was not used to my cock being stimulated by anything but my hand or fabric of some kind.  Her insides were like velvet or silk, and hot or warm, and I started first by moving slowly and shallowly inside her. 

Again we were trying not to be seen.  But I started to lift her up and down with my hips and legs, up and down, rotating my hips a little as I went, trying to make contact with her g-spot and her clit.

   As the music became more frenetic, we started humping in earnest.  I could tell I was going to lose it fast.  Not only was it my first time, but we were doing it in public with a bunch of singing and dancing semi nude woman in front of us some blonde, some redheads.

   Lisa was so tight.  So hot.  Her cunt muscles throbbed and clutched mine which made me feel even more excited.  I could tell she was near.  I whispered in her ear.

"Lisa, I'm close.  I don't want to be a nice guy.  I want to come inside you.  I want to knock you up.  I want to get you pregnant.  I want us to be together forever.  Tell me to knock you up.  Tell me you will marry me."

"Yes, James, fuck me, let it loose, Knock me up, please, do your best.
Even if you don't I'm coming home with you tonight and ah, ah, ah,
aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Lisa came home with me. And we spent the next two weeks trying to make a baby. But we were pretty sure the first time did the trick. She never moved out. It was a big Catholic Wedding just as we had both dreamed of and we were close enough to being virgins that we were happy with how we lost it.

That kind of thing isn't for everyone. But as our marriage grew, we learned a lot together and that learning made us stronger. Our "Slutty Friends" never did quite find what we did. Except for Rod and Karen, but that, is another story.









   More to Come!

   Copyright 2008 by 606_Zip, all rights reserved, this work may not be
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   Author's Note: This is my second draft, of my first work on ASSTR.  I
will be editing it, but kind comments, edits and other suggestions are
welcom.
   