Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2003 17:58:55 EST
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Stagestruck ch3

    We lay together, spent, idly stroking each other, and 
kissing randomly, as each few seconds brought another wave of 
urges to endear, to tender love, to let each other know how 
much we cared.
    She lay upon my side, one lithe, slim leg draped over 
my belly, so that I felt her warm, wet center snuggled against 
my ribs. I smoothed her golden hair, and stroked her back, and 
cupped and caressed her small, soft bottom. Paradise.
    "So. . ," I murmured, "when's your mother coming to 
pick you up from our little coaching lesson?"
    She kissed my collarbone. "Mmm. . .I love my coach. . "
    I kissed her forehead. "Just in case she decides to 
come early."
    "Well," as she drew little circles on my breast, "I 
told her you were taking me to dinner, and then we'd go to the 
theatre together. . .so she's picking me up there, after the 
show." And she raised her face to me in triumph.
    "Well!" I touched the nose above her grin. "You've got 
it all planned out, don't you?"
    "Yup!" And I felt her press her puss into me as she 
gave me a hot, fierce kiss on the neck. Then her face came up, 
a quicksilver change to worry. "That's okay, isn't it??"
    I squeezed that pretty butt. "Oh, hush, of COURSE it's 
okay. What do you think, monkey?"
    The sunlight back again. She sighed, and lay her head 
back on my shoulder. "Good."
    I swept her back in circles. But we SHOULD do a LITTLE 
work on that speech. Just in case."
    "Ya think?"
    "Well. . ," circling, "which speech is it?"
    "Um. . ." small voice in my neck, "'Gallop apace, you 
fiery--"
    "--fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner 
As Phaeton would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately."
    Her head had come up to watch me. Now she said, "Wow. 
You know all of 'em, don't you."
    I smiled at her. "No, not all. But that one, sure." I  
ruffled her short, mussed hair. "I did Juliet, what. . .four 
times, I think? Loooong ago. She's fun."
    "But it's so sad."
    "Yeah, for the audience. And the reader. But to PLAY 
her." I looked at those wide, serious eyes. And kissed each 
one, then ran my hand up, and down that smooth, thin back. 
"She's so. . .HUNGry."
    "Hungry?"
    I nodded. "What's she talking about with this speech, 
do you know?"
    Jules made a thinking face, finger to lips. Cute!! 
"Well, coach. . ." And she grinned, then really thought. "Umm. 
. .she's. . .waiting for Romeo to get there. Right?"
    "Uh-huhh. . .but that's where we see JULiet. I mean, 
she's not just sitting there like, hm, hm, hmm, nice day, 
wonder what's on TV tonite, I hope ol' Romeo gets here soon, 
hm, hm, hmm. . ."
    Julianne giggled. "Nooo. . ."
    I smiled and squeezed her butt cheek. She squeezed 
back. "Nooo. . .she's SO HUNGry."
    Her lips parted. "Hungry."
    "Yes." I tilted my head. "You want to try a little 
acting exercise? It's DEFinitely NOT something you'd be doing 
anywhere else but here. Now."
    "Ooh, sounds like fun, coach."
    "Yeah, I think it'll be a LOT of fun. Want to?"
    She nodded, eyes wide with gleeful anticipation.
    "Okay. First," and I rose up to shuffle down the bed, 
"let's have you sit on the pillow up here, and I'll sit. . . 
here." And I sat across from her at the foot of the bed. "You 
can just lean back and get comfortable." 
    She leaned back against the headboard, her legs open, 
ankles casually crossed.
    "Good. Comfortable?" 
    She nodded. "Uh-huh."
    "Good. Now. . .tell me, what do you think Juliet's 
doing while she's talking?"
    "Umm. . .pacing around?"
    I nodded. "Okay, yeah, that sounds. . .normal, for 
someone waiting. But is she normal?"
    Jules eyebrows rose. "No?"
    "Well. . ." it was a bit distracting to look at her, 
with her open little rosy wound below. So heartbreakingly 
beautiful. OK. Juliet. Here, in front of me. "How about. . .if 
she was waiting. . .in bed?"
    A little twinkle of awareness, dawning comprehension. 
"In bed. . ."
    "And. . .just to try something else. . .she's not so 
much imPATIENT about Romeo getting here, as she is. . ."
    ". . .Excited?" BOY, her eyes were wide!
    I smiled. "You are a whip, aren't you?" She blushed 
proudly. "Now, I'm going to ask you a very personal question, 
Jules. Okay?"
    She nodded.
    "Do you masturbate?"
    Immediately, she flushed. Her lips compressed, and she 
briefly nodded, a quick, sharp shake.
    "Me too." She seemed a bit relieved at that. "Have you 
been masturbating for a long time?"
    Her eyes widened. A quick shake no, this time, followed 
by a wild little giggle.
    "What?"
    "Umm. . ." tiny voice, as she wiggled her legs, "just. 
. .that day you said you saw my panties?"
    "Uh-huh. . ."
    "Was the first time I. . .touched myself. Down there."
    Ooh, a big whooosh down below. "Ohh, honey, really?"
    She nodded. "'Cause. . .when you told me. . ." and a 
beautiful, rosy flush spread from her chest to her forehead, 
"and I. . .I saw YOUR panties, and your bottom, when you were 
getting dressed --"
    "Touch yourself now, Jules, while you tell me."
    Her eyes widened, her lips parted, and she took a 
breath, but dutifully opened her legs and lay her small fingers 
on her pink slit.
    "Just. . .circle around, honey. Like me." And I, too, 
opened myself to her and began feathering my fingers through 
and around my softened pussy lips.
    She did this, and the flush seemed to spread over her 
whole body.
    "You saw my bottom?"
    She nodded absently, stroking herself. "Uh-huhh. . .and 
when you were bent over, and you were doing stuff with your 
shoes. . ." Her eyes closed briefly, then fluttered open again. 
"I saw your. . .your pussy," and she breathed in sharply, "and 
I thought it was so beautiful! And I felt. . . I don't know, my 
tummy got all fluttery, and I just wanted to. . .OHhhh. . .to 
hug you, and. . .and kiss your bottom, and. . . oooOOOOoooh!!"
    "Ohh, my baby," and I was getting so hot, watching her, 
and listening to our mutual squelchy sounds between us. 
"Ready?"
    She nodded. "For what?"
    I sank my finger deep into myself. "Wooooohh. . .start 
with, "Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night"
    She made a wild little absurd giggle. "Ohh, hohh,ho. . 
.okay. . .mmmnh. . ." and kept circling her little wet pussy, 
"Umm. . .-- 
    Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;--" 
she stopped, and focussed on me. "Can I. . .can I say "Mrs. 
Todd", instead of Romeo?"
    Oh, too much!! I laughed, then gasped as a thrill shot 
through me. "OHHhhh, yes, honey, sure. . .mmm, baby, you are 
amazing. . .Look at me the whole time. Go."
    "Mmmm, okay. . .
Come, night; come,. . .Mrs. Todd; come, thou day in night-
-ohhHHHHh, mmm. . .
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than. . . new snow on a raven's back.
Commmme, gentle night, come. . . loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Mrs. Todd; and, when she shall die, ohHHH goshhh, 
Take her and cut her out in little stars,
And she will make the face of heaven so fine!! MmmMMMMMNNHH!! 
OHHH!!
That all the world. . . will be in love with night, huhhhHH!
And pay no worship to the garish sun. OHHhhh, ahhHHHhh!!" 
    
    And she was just writhing around herself, her grinding 
fingers a blur on her sticky little cunt, as she frigged 
herself into a frenzy, her golden eyes on mine. The veins in 
her long neck stood out, and her hips rose to meet her 
whipsawing hand. I felt I was falling, falling into those deep 
eyes, that hungry little soul, as I thrummed my finger wetly on 
my clit, and. . .Mrs. Todd did come, as did her Julianne.