Tara and Tom tried out for the school play and got the leading parts. But there's a love scene and the director suggests it will be more believable if they get to know each other so they can "get into the scene". Did Tom misunderstand? He's in the scene, but he gets into HER instead. 

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   Getting into the Scene

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Tara and Tom were both juniors at the Clinton High School.  Tara had
moved to town only a short while before, and didn't know many people yet.
She was a bouncy, friendly girl, about 5'6" and weighed just over 110
pounds.  She was thin, mostly, but had firm ripe breasts that she thought
stuck out too far.  Lately her pants had been getting tight in the hips
too. Her mother said she was turning into a woman, but she didn't feel like
a woman.  Right now Tara was day dreaming about trying out for the lead in
the school musical that was coming up in a few months.  She had seen the
musical on Broadway and loved it, especially the part of Shannon, the
female lead.  Shannon got to kiss a lot of men in the production and there
was a love scene in bed, under the covers, that made Tara get wet while she
watched it.  She thought it might be a lot of fun to get that part, and she
could meet some new friends too.  She had done some acting at her last
school and knew that that group of students always became good friends.

   Tom had been raised in Clinton, on a farm outside of town.  Because of
the farm work he never had much time to socialize.  He was involved in 4-H
and met some friends there, but wasn't involved in any sports.  He also
never had time for a girl friend.  He knew about girls, and dreamed of what
it must be like to feel their soft skin, and taste them and kiss them.  But
it was all fantasy thus far.  The first time he saw the new girl, Tara, he
felt a stirring in his penis that embarrassed him .  She was gorgeous, he
thought, and he'd give anything to spend some time with her.  She even said
"Hi" to him one day in the hall.  He was so tongue tied that he couldn't
even return the word, much less actually have a conversation with her.  He
turned around to watch her as she passed him.  He'd never forget the sight
of her round hips, swaying down the hall, and her perky pony tail swaying
in counterpoint.  That night Tom had pounded his meat thinking about Tara
and had a great orgasm.  It was the first of many as the school year wore
on.

   Right after school started back up in January, tryouts were held for the
musical.  Tom was hanging around, waiting for a friend to finish up with
basketball practice so they could carpool home.  He heard music coming from
the auditorium and wandered up there to see what was going on.  When he
walked in, Tara was trying out.

   He was mesmerized.

   She sang like a bird, clear and sweet.  It made his heart hurt to hear
her sing.  And she danced in ways he had never seen before.  He sat in the
back and watched.  She finished up, her head down and hurried off stage. 
"Good job Tara" said Ms Jenkins, the drama teacher, but Tara didn't seem to
hear her as she hurried up the aisle toward where Tom was sitting.  She was
crying!  Tom didn't know what to do.  He surprised himself by saying
"Tara!"

   She stopped in the semi darkness, trying to see who was sitting there in
the back.

   "Tara, what's wrong?" he said.

   She peered into the darkness and realized it was a boy named Tom.  She'd
seen him around, but he'd never talked to her.

   "I sucked.  That's what's wrong." she growled and then felt the tears
coming back.

   "What?" said Tom.

   Tara peered at him again.  "This guy must be one or two bricks shy of a
load" she thought to herself.  "I said I sucked.  I blew the tryout." He
was staring at her, his mouth open.  He looked shocked.

   "No way" he finally said.  Then his voice firmed.  "No.  No way.  You're
crazy.  That was the most beautiful thing I ever heard in my whole life."
He couldn't believe he'd said it.  He felt his face flame red and was glad
it was dark.

   Tara suddenly started paying attention.  She knew he was wrong.  She'd
missed two notes and forgotten a line.  In her dance routine she was half a
beat behind in two places.  But whoever this Tom guy was, he was sweet. 
She sat down.

   "Thanks, but you obviously don't know what you're talking about" she
said.  "Hi, I'm Tara Robinson."

   "I know" tom said and his tongue got tied up again.  "STUPID STUPID
STUPID" he thought to himself.

   Tara figured it out almost immediately and was flattered to find that
this nice looking boy was interested in her.  AND he thought she was good!
They began talking and pretty soon they had warmed to each other.  Tara
asked him if he was going to try out for a part in the musical.

   "No way" said Tom.  "I've never done any acting.  I wouldn't even know
where to start."

   "Do you sing?" asked Tara.

   "Well, sure.  I sing in the choir at church.  I sing along with CDs
while I'm on the tractor working the fields ...  stuff like that.  But I
don't sing like you do.  No way."

   Tara had a hunch.  She got up and went back down to the front of the
auditorium.  "Ms Jenkins?  Are you still looking for boys to try out for
the part of Bobby?"

   Ms Jenkins turned to her and answered "Yes Tara, I am.  In fact no one
has tried out for that part yet.  Why, do you have somebody in mind?"

   Tara talked to Ms Jenkins about Tom, sitting in the back of the room. 
"I haven't heard him sing, but if he's singing in the choir maybe he's
good" she whispered.  Ms Jenkins was trying to see in the dark back where
Tom was sitting.  "You mean Tom Blake?  I never even thought of him." She
lowered her voice conspiratorially "And he's pretty much of a hunk too!"

   Tara was startled at the idea of a teacher calling a student "a hunk",
but when she thought about Tom she realized he WAS pretty good looking.

   Ms Jenkins went to that back of the room and began talking to Tom.  Soon
she was leading him up to the stage.  "Now you just stand on the stage and
I'll find the music." said Ms Jenkins, and she hurried over to the sound
system.  She rummaged around in a drawer, then shouted "Got it!" and held
up a CD, which she then put in the machine.  Tara heard the strains of a
popular rock and roll song playing and then realized it was just the music
track, with no voice on it.

   Tom began singing and Tara felt her knees go weak.  He was good.  He was
VERY good.  His baritone made her stomach feel funny.  When he looked at
her during one part of the song she realized she was getting ...  wet ...
Finally she had to sit down.  She noticed Ms Jenkins was sitting too, and
her head was back, her eyes closed as she too was taken over by Tom's
voice.

   The music ended and Tom just stood there blinking in the spot light. 
Finally Ms Jenkins head jerked.  She was breathing quickly.  "Oh!" she
said, looking around "Tom ...  you have the part." She turned and looked at
Tara.  "And I believe Tara here will play the part of Shannon."

   Both kids were stunned by what had happened.  Ms Jenkins finished the
tryouts and then got the two of them together.  "Now, you two are the leads
in the show, and all eyes will be on you.  Of course this is a love story
and you two are supposed to be in love.  That's one of the hardest kinds of
parts to play, and you two are going to have to work on it a lot to make it
convincing.  There is a love scene in this show, and those are hard to do
too, at least convincingly.  So here's what I want you two to do.  You need
to spend some time together ...  get to know each other ...  get
comfortable around each other.  And practice lines together as much as you
can.  I'm going to work with the supporting cast for the first two weeks,
and during that time I want you guys to spend as much time together as
possible, OK?"

   Both teens just nodded their heads.  This was somewhat overwhelming to
them both.

   In the next week Tara and Tom did spend as much time together as they
could squeeze in.  Tara learned where the farm was and drove out there
several nights a week.  She met Tom's parents and they practiced lines
together hard.  On other nights Tom's dad let him borrow the truck to go
into town to Tara's house.  Tara's parents were very impressed with the
tall muscular boy and they raved about how good both of the kids were at
saying their lines.  It didn't take either teen long to figure out how
attractive the other was.  Tom's jeans got tight each time he saw Tara and
he often had to surreptitiously move his hardening cock around to make it
less visible.  Tara, for her part, found herself flexing her thighs a lot
as she listened to her "lover" speak his words of love to her.  She got
what she thought were butterflies in her stomach a lot too, and more than
once, when she was getting ready for bed, she found her panties damp.

   The second week they decided it was time to work on the physical part of
the roles they were to play.  They had to kiss several times in the
musical. Both kids were nervous about this.

   Tom voiced his concern first.  "I guess we have to kiss each other,
huh?"

   Tara, to her surprise, found herself trying to analyze his statement. 
Did he mean he didn't like the idea?  She felt a cold hard place in her
stomach at the thought that he might not want to kiss her.  She probed
"Yeah.  I know there are ways to make it LOOK like you are kissing, but you
aren't actually kissing.  Is that what you think we should do?" She held
her breath, waiting for his answer.

   "Gosh no!" he blurted out.  Then he blushed.  "I mean ...  um ...  it
has to look real ...  doesn't it?"

   Tara felt the warmth coming back into her and smiled.  "Yes, I
definitely think it should look real.  Remember how Ms Jenkins said it was
hard to make it look good?  We'll have to practice." Then she blushed too.

   Tom was suddenly happy to hear that.  Then he felt his dick twitch and
he frowned.  The last thing he needed was for his dick to mess things up
for him.  Here was a beautiful girl who was willing to kiss him, even if it
was only play practice, and he could just imagine what she'd do if she
realized he had a boner on.  "I have to go to the bathroom" he said and
jumped up.  "I'll be right back."

   Tara noticed he was walking sort of bent over as he left.  Like he was
in pain.

   Then, as he turned to go in the bathroom door she saw it.  The front of
his jeans was bulging out.  He had a hard-on!

   Her head swam.  Was it because of her?  Was it because she had said they
needed to kiss?  She felt her nipples flood with heat and realized her
pussy was getting damp.  What was he doing in the bathroom?  She felt even
more heat in her loins as she fantasized that he was in there jerking off.

   Silently she rose and tip-toed to the door.  What was that sound?  A
moan?

   The farm house was old.  It had old style locks that took skeleton keys.
She stared at the key hole and, almost against her will, stooped, putting
her eye at that level.

   There, not three feet in front of her, Tom stood, his pants down around
his ankles, his profile to her.  He was facing the stool and he WAS jerking
off.  Her mouth went dry as she looked at her first full grown penis.  It
was BEAUTIFUL.  It was MONSTROUS!!  His hand cradled it, almost gently as
he stroked it in long smooth movements.  The head was dark, almost purple
and it was large and knobby.  There was a string of milky fluid hanging
from the tip that swung in the air as he jerked.  Now his hand closed
around his member harder and he speeded up.  He groaned again.

   What happened next stayed in her mind for days.  As he groaned she heard
her name and then great strings of thick white semen streaked out of the
end of his penis.

   Tara didn't see what happened next.  She couldn't breathe and her eyes
were closed.  She realized her hands were squeezing her breasts and
pinching her nipples.  Her pussy felt positively wet!  She heard a sound
and panicked.  He was coming out!

   She scrambled back to the other room and tried to quiet her gasping. 
All she could think about was those long strings of semen, ejected from his
penis while he was thinking about HER!  She had never been so excited or
turned on.

   Tom came into the room and saw Tara standing, looking flushed, breathing
deeply.  Those deep breaths did something wonderful to her breasts.  He
closed his eyes, trying to think of something else.  He knew he could get
hard and come at least three or four times in a row before his dick
actually died down.

   When Tara spoke her voice was husky.  "Um, we'd better practice.  It's
getting late."

   Before Tom could get his thoughts in order she had approached him. 
Almost like she was attacking him, her arms went around him and he felt
those wonderful breasts pressing into his chest.  His head went down as
hers tilted up and their lips touched.

   At first the kiss was tentative.  Their lips barely touched, but they
held that pose.  Then Tom moved his head slightly and his lips grazed along
hers.  Tom had no idea why he did this, but the tip of his tongue shot out
from between his lips and he softly licked her upper lip.  Part of him was
horrified that he had done this.  But her response told that part to shut
the hell up.

   She went "Mmmmmmm" and crushed her lips to his.  Suddenly it was as if
they were trying to absorb each other's lips through their own.  Tara held
Tom frantically, mashing her breasts into his chest as they slowly ran out
of air.

   Neither wanted to break that kiss, but finally they had to.  Both gasped
in a lungful of air and their lips met again.  This time both used their
tongues and began frenching each other.  Tom suddenly realized that Tara
was grinding her hips against his dick, which was achingly hard again.  Not
only didn't she seem to mind, it was as if she was trying to feel him.  His
hands slid down her waist to her buttocks and he pulled her hips into him.

   Somehow both knew it was time to take a break.  They reluctantly pulled
apart.  Tara put her hands on his chest and pushed him away.  He couldn't
say why, but Tom knew that she wasn't rejecting him.  It was more like
someone who is pushing away a plate of food because they can't eat another
bite.  Both were panting for breath.

   "Wow" gasped Tara.  "I guess we got the kissing part down OK."

   Now Tom was less sure of himself.  "Um ..  yeah ...  I'm um...  sorry
that I ..."

   She cut him off with another kiss.  Even though it was just a quick peck
to shut him up, and nothing like the last kiss, it meant almost more to
Tom, who suddenly knew she wasn't mad and wasn't sorry.

   "You're a good kisser" she said.  And then her eyes dropped to the front
of his jeans, where his obviously stiff pecker was prominently displayed.
"And apparently I'm a pretty good kisser as well."

   Tom went into a coughing fit and Tara started laughing, ending up by
pounding him on the back as he hacked and sputtered.

   When Tom finally quieted Tara went on.  "We don't dare practice the love
scene.  I don't know about you, but I'm barely in control of myself right
now, and if we practice ...  making love ...  I ...  uh ...well I just
don't think it would be a good idea right now." she finished flushing.

   Tom answered "I know exactly what you mean" Then it was his turn to
grin. "But I can't wait until the show." Tara colored again and punched his
arm.

   The rest of that week they went through the motions of their parts and
did not practice the love scene.  When it came to kissing scenes they gave
each other quick pecks on the lips.  Conversely, each night, when they left
each other, they kissed good night and THESE kisses were intense.  Both
tried not to rub against each other's bodies because both agreed it was
just too ...  disturbing.

   When they began attending practice with the rest of the cast they had
their lines down and their songs memorized.  Ms Jenkins was ecstatic.  Then
came the first time they were supposed to kiss on stage.  They looked at
each other and, like they had been practicing it forever, kissed.  Not too
long.  Not too short.  Just right for that part of the musical.  The other
kids tittered.  Tom and Tara just broke the kiss and stared into each
other's eyes.

   "Bravo!" Yelled Ms Jenkins.  "Just right.  Lets go on."

   The next kiss they held just a little longer and the one after that they
held until the lights went down.  Both were breathing hard as they broke.
Ms Jenkins praised them.  "See, I told you that if you got to know each
other you could be convincing."

   It came time for the love scene.  Both kids were nervous.

   Ms Jenkins sensed it.  "Now now, it's no big deal.  Now you're both
supposed to be naked in bed.  Of course we can't do that" she laughed "but
we can give the ILLUSION that you are both naked.  Tara, you'll wear gym
shorts with a tube top.  We'll bring the blanket just to the top of the
tube top.  That will show your upper chest naked.  Tom, all you have to do
is wear a pair of gym shorts with no shirt.  We can pose you with your back
exposed and the blanket over your shorts.  It will look great.  The lights
go down at the end of that scene, so it will be no problem for you two to
just jump out of bed and run off stage.  You'll have ample time for costume
change, since you don't appear again until two scenes later."

   So it was that Tara and Tom found themselves in bed together, facing
each other, arms wrapped around each other.  They were still wearing jeans,
but now they were in a position that almost required them to rub their
genitals together while kissing.  Both were glad there was a blanket draped
over them.  Both were breathing heavily when the scene was over and he
climbed from between her thighs.

   The dress rehearsal, like many, was a disaster, with missed lines,
broken props and a general feeling that they needed another month or two of
rehearsals.  Tara and Tom, however, did everything flawlessly, eagerly
anticipating what had become the high point of their day.  That was when he
climbed between her legs and pressed his hard cock against her itchy pussy.
This was the first time they were in their 'lovemaking' costumes, and she
loved the feel of his naked back.  Their shorts were thinner than the jeans
had been, and there was a bit more sensation too.  But the scene was
interrupted when a curtain came loose and fell to the floor.  Then the
lights didn't work.  Their horny routine was broken and both were left
feeling frustrated and unsatisfied.  Then they had to rush to their
dressing rooms to get ready for their next appearance.

   All too soon it was the night of the first performance.  It was a
sellout crowd, and the auditorium had standing room only.

   While she had changed, Tara thought about the lump she had felt poking
at her these past few nights.  She knew exactly what had caused that lump -
she had seen it through the keyhole.  All but one time when she rubbed
against it, it was covered with jeans, both hers and his, and it was just a
lump.  The dress rehearsal had been much better, but there were too many
distractions to pay attention to how he had felt.  Now, tonight, she would
get to feel it again, and this time she decided there would be as little
between it and her as possible.  It was for that reason she wore nothing
beneath her gym shorts.  She felt deliciously naughty, knowing that the
loose shorts were against her bare pussy.

   Tom had similar thoughts.  He knew that she had willingly rubbed up
against him while they kissed, but he too had been somewhat frustrated by
the lack of sensation.  It was for this reason that he too decided to leave
his underwear off when he dressed for the scene.

   Tara's nipples were poking through the tube top since she had no bra
that could be worn with that garment.  Tom's chest was pressed against
those stiff nipples and Tara's hands were on his naked back.  He felt so
wonderful, she thought, pressed up against her.  And then there was the
feel of that bulge of his, pressing between her legs.  Both sighed as they
pressed their hips together.  It was still dark, the lights hadn't come up
yet.  Tom was rock hard.  He was between this beautiful girl's thighs, with
her almost naked breasts pressing into his chest.

   Life was good.

   Tom gave a little experimental shove against her and was rewarded with a
matching shove on Tara's part.  Then she made a strange sound, almost like
his cat did when he stroked it and whispered "I like this." He shoved again
and leaned down to kiss her.  This led to yet another shove and suddenly he
was dry-fucking her with a vengeance.  His dick was pointing straight up
toward his belly button and was now about eight inches long from ball sack
to tip.  He sawed those eight inches back and forth across her cloth
covered pussy lips, which were beginning to secrete juices at an alarming
rate.  Soon the cloth of her shorts was stained dark with her nectar.

   Then the curtain opened and the lights came up.

   There was a slight hesitation on the part of both youth as they were
startled.  But both were fully involved in "the part" and both had the
excuse that they were supposed to look like they were making love. 
Thankfully, there were no lines for either of them immediately.

   This scene vacillated between two sets, actually.  On the left side of
the stage they were in bed making love.  On the other side of the stage
there was a room, with several other characters in it, talking about the
two of them.  The comic effect of the play was that in the room there was
an argument about whether the two of them hated each other, or loved each
other.  During this scene the "they hate each other" side was winning the
argument.  So the lighting of the scene went from the two of them making
love to the argument saying how much they hated each other.  They didn't
actually have any lines until the end of the scene.  So, when the lights
came up, there they were, apparently making love under the covers, moans of
joy included.

   Ms Jenkins sighed with pride.  They looked SO realistic!

   After what seemed like ten minutes, but was actually only 30 seconds,
the lights on Tom and Tara went back down and came up on the other side of
the stage.  That had absolutely no effect on Tom and Tara.  They continued
exactly as they had been, rubbing up against each other.  Tara couldn't
stand it any longer.  She reached up to her tube top and pulled it down,
baring her soft teen breasts.  Tom now felt those soft hot mounds against
his chest, and the hard pebbles that tipped them.  Tara moaned as his chest
scraped across her nipples.  Tom felt a release of precum that soaked the
waistline of his shorts.  Tara realized the blanket on Tom's back had
slipped to his waist and pulled it back up just as the lights came back up
on them.

   Now they kissed hotly as they were spotlighted.  Their damp shorts began
to provide more and more friction and suddenly the waistband of Tom's
shorts caught on the wet spot covering Tara's pussy as he lunged upwards.
The waistband slid smoothly along the bottom of his precum drenched cock
and ended up below his balls.  Now his naked cock was separated from Tara's
sweet wet pussy by just one layer of clothing.  He started to stop - to
pull his shorts back up - but Tara said in a loud clear voice "Oh please
... don't stop".  The lights went down on them as the audience laughed.

   Tom whispered urgently in her ear "My shorts went down".  Tara whispered
back "I don't care.  Just don't stop....please?" Not only that, but her
hand went down, between them and he felt her cool skin as it slid along his
organ.  "OHHhhhhhh" she moaned as she felt his hardness.  He knew that if
she got a real hold on it he'd spout like a geyser and he couldn't let
himself do that.  The evidence would be plain to see when the scene was
over and she'd hate him forever.  So, he pulled his cock from contact with
her hand, taking it clear to her thigh level, where she couldn't reach it.

   The lights came back up on Tom and Tara.  Tom didn't know what to do. 
He was more horny than he'd ever been in his whole life.  Tara wasn't any
help as she wiggled and tried to rub her pussy against him.  The lights
were up and he wasn't moving.  So he moved.  He intended to bring his
aching cock back up against the cloth between her legs.  But the legs of
her shorts were loose.  The left one was gaping open.  That's where his
cock went.  It went into the leg opening, slid right up her wet thigh and
plowed neatly between her puffy gaping pussy lips.

   By the time Tom realized what had happened his rock hard cock was two
inches deep in Tara's pussy.  To top it all off, when she felt the
intrusion her hands shot out to her sides, came over his back, slapped
audibly on his ass cheeks outside the blanket, and PULLED.  About the same
time she yelled "Ohhhhh Yeeeesssssssss".  Again the lights went down and
the audience howled.

   Tom was at once horrified and happy beyond his wildest dreams.  He had
enough presence of mind to realize that things had gotten completely out of
control.  His little brain was thinking "Oh boy Oh boy Oh boy" at the same
time, and wanted to go on.  It was pretty plain what Tara wanted as her
hands continued to pull at his buttocks and she arched her hips, trying to
wiggle her pussy even more onto his penetrating prick.  "Tara?" he
whispered.  Her response left him with no doubt.  "Don't you even THINK of
stopping now." she growled under her breath.

   Which is how Tom found himself buried balls deep inside the love of his
life, in the dark, on stage, in front of probably three hundred people,
with no hope in the world of leaving that sweet pussy uncoated with his
boiling hot sperm.

   Tara surprised him by proving that her mind wasn't ONLY on what they
were doing.  She whispered "We don't have very long.  Go deep and go hard.
I'm almost there." What an understatement, he thought to himself.  He had
been poised to spew ever since they started.  But he steeled his mind,
wanting this to be a good thing for both of them and knowing he only had
one shot, so to speak.  He began to pound his pole into her oily depths.

   Now one should point out that the average vagina is about six inches
long, give or take half an inch.  If anyone would have measured, they'd
have found Tara's to be exactly 6.8 inches long, terminating in the mouth
of her womb, her cervix.  That mouth is designed to stretch to accommodate
a baby's head.  Which was a good thing, because Tom's penis was actually
7.7 inches long, longer than average by about three quarters of an inch. 
Basically, what that meant was that when the head of Tom's penis got to the
end of Tara's pussy, it had nowhere to go ...  except into her womb.

   And that's exactly what happened.

   As he lunged forward the knobby head of his swollen prick nudged into
the opening of her cervix and then popped through and into her womb.  There
is argument about what a woman feels when this happens.  Medical types
explain there are no nerves in the cervix, and that the penis just can't
get through it.  Women who have their cervix stimulated in this way will
swear there are thousands of nerves there and that a penis going in and out
of that opening stimulates all those nerves.

   Which is what happened as the lights came up on the two lovers for the
last time during the scene.  The people in the room had finally decided
that "Bobby" and "Shannon" hated each other and would never even date, much
less have a romance.

   And, what the audience heard as the lights came up on the wildly
gyrating couple under the blanket was "Shannon" screaming "Ohhhh
YESSSS....OHHHH GIVE IT TO ME BABY".

   This, of course, was a result of the massive orgasm she had just entered
into, caused by Tom's dick head popping in and out of her womb several
times, penetrating her to her very core ...  and NOT one of her lines.

   Ms Jenkins, however, was so pleased with the audience reaction to the
scene that she didn't mind the ad lib.

   Tom didn't either.  Those words were music to his ears.  He felt the
tingling start in his balls and travel through the center of his cock. 
Almost gently he slipped the head of his prick through her cervix one last
time and grunted as his cock pulsed and streams of his warm wet semen
flowed into Tara's womb.  Four, Five, Six pulses as ropes of his sticky
sperm shot into her belly and suddenly he was limp and couldn't hold
himself up another second.  He flopped down on her, arms flying sideways,
and to keep from crushing her, rolled sideways, pulling her with him.  Her
eyes sparkled under the lights and she was laughing as she finally
remembered her line.  "I love you Bobby." And the lights snapped out.

   The audience went wild.  They clapped for five minutes, and the play
wasn't even over!  Ms Jenkins was flushed, partly because of the audience
reaction, but quite a bit from the scene she had just seen played.  Why,
she was actually wet between her legs!

   Wow - those kids could ACT!

   Hastily Tara pulled her tube top back up to cover her breasts.  Tom
pulled his shorts back up to cover his now deflated cock.  Both kids were
suddenly a little shy, not knowing exactly how to handle what had just
happened.  Tara felt a stab of regret as she remembered she was not on the
pill, and that caused her to concentrate on the feeling inside her.  She
could still feel the hot wet sperm in her body, left there by this boy/man
she now realized she loved.

   And suddenly she decided it was worth it.  What she had felt was amazing
and, to be honest with herself, she couldn't wait to do it again, pills or
no pills.  She looked at Tom, who was looking everywhere except at her as
they scurried into the wings toward the dressing rooms.  Stage hands and
actors were all around them, congratulating them on a great performance. 
They came to her dressing room first, and as he started to go on she
grabbed his wrist and turned him to look at her.  Smiling at the uncertain
look on his face she leaned up to give him a quick kiss on the lips and
then pulled his head down to whisper in his ear.

   "Tomorrow night let's not wait so long before you actually put it in
me."

   Then she disappeared into her dressing room.  Tom rushed toward his own.
He had to get there before someone saw how hard his cock was getting.




   
