Opening Night in the Sound Booth

" Ladies and Gentlemen, that concludes act one of Midsummer Nights Dream: A Musical. Please enjoy a fifteen-minute intermission." My voice is deeper as I make the announcement. I might not be an actor, but I enjoy doing voices and this one's my favorite.

After turning on the lights in the main house, I lean back and stretch out my neck. Half-way there. I've never had such a hard time focusing during an opening night. Sure, I've seen the show a zillion times already, but normally opening night is special. There's an energy to it. There's also a hundred things that always go wrong.

But nothing has gone wrong tonight, and rather than feeling the magic of a first performance, I just feel… horny. Have been since the beginning of the show, when Heather first stepped out on that stage and started singing. I've been in love with her for years, but she barely notices me. She's quiet, a real loner type. We have that in common.

But she's gorgeous and curvy with the grace of a goddess. And I'm scrawny and uncoordinated. Which is why I'm back here in the sound booth rather than up there on that stage.

I've always been told I've got a nice voice. Perfect pitch even. But I can't act. I can't dance. And I ‘have a face for radio,' which is just a nice way of saying I never outgrew my teenage acne.

There's a crackle on my headset. A mic is still on. This is more like what I expect from an opening night. The sound board tells me exactly who left her mic on. Little miss prima ballerina. She's arguing with someone. Her boyfriend, I think.

Flipping a switch, I call the stage manager. "Georgie, you there? Katie left her mic on again. Georgie?"

No answer. Georgie is supposed to stay on headset the whole show, but she probably stepped out to use the restroom during intermission or something.

I rip off my headset and throw open the door to the sound booth, ready to make a run for backstage, but then I realize I can't hear Katie anymore. She must have switched channels on the mic rather than just leaving it on. I wait another minute out in the house to make sure, and then go back to the sound booth.

Maybe she figured it out and switched it off. Putting my headset back on eliminates that option. Katie's boyfriend is coming in loud and clear.

"You looked so good up on that stage, kitty cat. So fucking good."

She scolds him for being backstage and asks how he got in. I'm curious about that too. We've got pretty good security measures. Apparently, someone let him in. I probably shouldn't listen, but I love a bit of drama. Why else would I work in a theatre?

"I need you, Katie. Need you so goddamn bad."

Oh. Now, I really shouldn't be listening. But I can't seem to make myself stop. Their arguing turns into heavy panting, and it's clear what's happening backstage.

Jealous, and still horny as hell, I palm my cock through my pants. This is so wrong, so inappropriate, but no one needs to know. No one ever comes up here during intermission. And I can't seem to stop myself.

I haven't had a date since high school and sex is pretty much a pipe dream. So maybe it's creepy to be listening in, but this is the closest I've ever gotten to real action and I'm fascinated.

The sounds coming through my headphones grow more urgent, no longer words, just panting gasps and groans.

I'm being a total creeper and I know it, but I can't stop listening. After having a raging boner for the whole first act, can anyone blame me for listening? How much self-control can one man have?

I glance at the clock, then the door, swallow, get up, and click the lock. If anyone needs me, they can get me on the headset. The one window in the room faces the stage, and we're high enough that no one in the house can see what's going on under the soundboard.

No longer thinking straight, I unzip my jeans and take my cock in my hand. The erotic moans coming through the headset are unlike anything I've heard before. I imagine it's Heather making those sounds. Heather squeezing my dick, sucking it, fondling my balls, straddling my lap as she takes my cock in her—

The door swings open.

"Hey, Van, Puck said you needed me to—"

I'm so stunned, I don't jump or cover myself or anything. I just sit there with my dick in my hand as Heather stands frozen in the doorway, gawking at me.

"I'm… I should have… I mean… wow." Her gaze zeroes in on my cock. My skin heats under her attention. Heather Benoa is staring at my dick!

She takes a step inside the room and closes the door behind her, flipping the deadbolt with a twist of her delicate fingers. Wait, didn't I already lock the door? How did she get in here?

"Puck said..." She pauses, eyes lifting to meet mine.

It takes my addled brain a second to remember who the hell Puck is—the new guy, playing the part of his namesake in our musical rendition of A Midsummer Night's Dream.

"You needed me?" Heather asks.

Why isn't she yelling at me for being a disgusting pig?

"I do." I meant it as a question, but it comes out as a plea, followed by a sigh. "Fuck."

She gives me a tentative smile. "I never took you for the adventurous type."

"Adventurous? I'm not—"

She lifts her eyebrows and tilts her head towards the window.

"This isn't what it looks like. I mean, it's not normal behavior for me. I've just been so fucking hard. And then you came on stage looking like that." I wave a hand up and down, indicating the renaissance costume she's wearing that makes her tits look fucking gorgeous. "Then Katie didn't turn off her mic, and she's backstage having sex with her boyfriend and—"

Heather presses a finger to my lips, bending over, so she's right in my face, tits spilling out of her tight corset. She scrapes her teeth across her bottom lip. "Let me hear."

That's not what I expected her to say. It's so far from what I expected, I don't know how to respond or what to do. "Isn't that… wouldn't it be an invasion of privacy?"

She raises one eyebrow in a look that holds rebuke, but not judgement. A look that says, ‘ Really? ' Then her gaze flicks down to my cock.

Which is still out! Fuck, why am I still just sitting here holding my dick in my hand? I try to shove it back in my pants, which physically hurts cause I'm so hard, but Heather stops me again. This time with her hand on my wrist. So damn close.

My breath stutters and freezes in my chest.

"The way I see it," she says, "if she's wearing a mic, anything she says is fair game for anyone to hear." Her fingers slowly move down my wrist, over the back of my hand. "And… um…" She pauses. "I like your… cock. I've never seen one before."

The confession is so tentative and shocking that I want to give her a confession of my own. "I've never had sex before, either."

"Never?"

I shake my head. She smiles, suddenly more confident. She flicks a switch on the soundboard and the cacophony of sex noises fills the small room. Despite her innocence she takes on a femme fatale kind of vibe, like even though she's inexperienced she knows exactly what she wants, and it's so fucking sexy.

She spins my chair out from the soundboard and sinks to her knees between my legs, eyes never leaving my hard length.

"I'm gonna touch you, Van. And then I'm going to suck your cock. And then you're going to give me something I've been wanting for a long time." She takes a deep breath, like she's pausing to give me a chance to argue or building up the courage for what she's going to say next. "You're going to fuck me."

"I don't have a condom." My stupid brain decides to put up a fight at exactly the wrong moment.

"Good." She strokes one finger down the underside of my shaft, making me shiver. "I don't want you to use one. Not for… our first time."

There's double meaning in those words that stirs a hope in my chest that there will be more times to come.

"Now, are you going to be a good boy and let me have my way with you?" Her smirk is devious, like she's acting a part, but it's clear she likes it.

I nod vigorously.

She wraps her hand around my shaft and tugs. She's rougher than I like, especially with no lubrication. It makes me twitch and my stomach hollow. But it still feels so incredible. Pre-cum leaks from my tip and she stares at it with a look of pure fascination. She wets her lips and leans forward, licking the head of my shaft like it's her own personal lollipop.

"It's… hmm." She squeezes me again and more pre-cum seeps out of my tip and onto her waiting tongue. "I like it."

She sounds pleasantly surprised, and it's so damn cute I want to break into song. She tugs again and this time I flinch enough for her to notice.

"Too hard?"

I'm not sure how to answer that. Yes. And no. She'll rub me raw if she keeps going like that, but I don't dislike it. I cup her cheek. "Spit on it."

She seems a little shocked by my suggestion, but she only hesitates a moment before spitting in her hand and using her saliva to ease up and down my length.

I moan and then she replaces her hand with her mouth, sliding her lips down experimentally, slowly taking me deeper and deeper. When she gags, she pauses, breathes through her nose, and keeps going.

I've had one hand job in the back parking lot of a fast-food restaurant, but I've never had a blow job before. It's fucking amazing.

"That feels…" I grip the armrests on my chair to keep from grabbing her hair and slamming myself down her throat. She moves in a steady rhythm that makes my toes tingle and my muscles tense.

"So good. Too good. You're gonna make me…" I grab her face and pull her off seconds before I lose control. My cock aches, twitching in protest, balls throbbing.

I stand, pulling her to her feet with me, then spinning us and pushing her down into the chair I just vacated. Surprised by the sudden role reversal, she gasps.

"I can't let you have all the fun." I lift her full skirts over my head and find the top of her panties with my hands. "Lift."

She does as I ask and lifts her hips for me, allowing me to drag her underwear down her thick thighs and all the way to her ankles.

I bunch her skirt up at her waist, taking in the sight of her glistening pussy. Dark curls obstruct my view, so I gently part them, revealing the prettiest sight I've ever seen. I trail my thumb over her vulva and look up at her, desperate to see her reaction. She's looking back at me with hooded eyes and rosy cheeks.

I hold her gaze as I stick out my tongue and sweep it up her center. She squirms, like she's trying to get away from me, but grips my hair like she's trying to pull me closer.

The noises coming through the speakers from Katie seem to provoke Heather and push her on.

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck." Her hips buck on a moan. I don't think I've ever heard her curse before. "I didn't know… so good. So fucking good. You're such a good boy, sucking my clit. Now, stick your tongue inside of me and swirl it around. I need…" she gasps. "Yes!"

Pride swells in my chest at seeing her reactions. She wraps her legs around my shoulders, squirms, tugs my hair, pushes me against her into my own personal heaven. Her uninhibited pleasure makes me so fucking hard.

"That's it, yes," she says. "So good. Ah! Ah! Yesss!"

She tenses everywhere. Her legs shoot out straight over my shoulders. Her back arches. Throwing her head back, she shakes. Gushes all over my tongue. The sweet, tart taste is unlike anything I've ever experienced before, and I feel nearly intoxicated by it.

I lift my head to look at her, wearing a stupid grin. She shakes her head back and forth and clutches her hair with one hand. When she looks down at me, her eyes are dark and she looks almost drunk.

"Wow." A little giggle slips past her lips. So different from the seductive persona she started out with. Her sigh is happy and content.

I'm still a ball of tense energy, my cock protruding out of my open jeans. But she looks so satisfied, I'm not sure I want to push for more. I love the look she's giving me right now. I think I could die happy right here, even if I never get to be inside her.

My cock twitches. Okay, maybe it would be nice to fuck her first. I chuckle at my errant thoughts, and Heather meets my gaze with a smile that's too shy for what we just did.

"We can stop," I offer.

"Absolutely not." She swipes her thumb across my bottom lip, wiping away her release. Her white teeth gleam at me between her plump lips. "I've waited long enough. I want to experience all of it. Everything."

"Everything, huh?"

She smirks and reaches between us to fist my cock. "Well, we don't have to do everything tonight. We should save some of my list for later."

"You have a list?"

She bites her bottom lip and nods. The way this girl can swing from wild sexual confidence to bashful uncertainty is staggering and surprisingly arousing. I both want to corrupt her and have her corrupt me.

"How the hell are you still a virgin?"

She looks down at her hand, casually teasing my cock. "I've kind of had my eye on someone and didn't think he was interested."

If she's implying what I think she's implying, I could shoot myself. But there's no use beating myself up about the past. We're here now. I'm gonna need to send Katie a gift basket for leaving her mic on and starting all this. Puck, too, for sending Heather up here.

"So… um…" She shifts uncomfortably. "I didn't mean to imply that this has to be anything more than… I mean, we don't have to save anything for later. There doesn't have to be a later." She stumbles over her words in the most adorable way.

"There's going to be a later. We have an entire list to work through." I run my hands up her sides and hook my fingers over the top of her bodice.

"It's an extensive list." She's breathless and the way she pants makes her chest heave beautifully. The corset is tight, and she's already half spilling out of it. I give it a good tug, then slip my hands inside and lift her breasts until they're uncovered and propped over the heavy boning of her corset. They're even better than I ever imagined.

She's not like the spindly ballerinas, she's got heft and shape to her and I fucking adore it. Her plump breasts spill out of my hands. So fucking gorgeous. Large, dark areola. Buttery, soft skin.

I let my palms roam. Fondling, squeezing, groping her like a horny teen. She grins and lets me play for a minute before she pulls me into a kiss, tugging me up to standing as she does.

It's a kiss that promises so much more.

Once we're panting and she's got my shirt pulled off, she turns her back to me, lifts her heavy skirts to her waist, and leans over the soundboard. "We better hurry. There's not much time left in intermission."

Of all the times I pictured having sex with Heather, this image was the one I fantasized about most. That damn renaissance costume yanked up with her round ass on full display. Here she is, handing me my deepest desire on a platter.

I'm speechless. Breathless, too.

I push my pants all the way down, drag my hands up the back of her thighs, and spread her cheeks, revealing her puckered back hole. "Is this on your list, beautiful?"

Her pulse jumps. I can see it throb at her neck as she nods.

I smile. "That's not for tonight. But I'll happily check it off your list one day." I drag my cock between her legs, covering myself in her arousal and rubbing against her clit. "It's going to be very fun exploring this list of yours."

"Mmhmm." She pushes back, tilting her hips, and changing the angle so that the next time I drag my cock forward, it notches at her entrance.

I pause, sweeping her curled hair off her shoulder and checking in with her. "Ready?"

Her nod is vigorous, but there's an edge of nervousness, like she wants to get this over with. I can understand that, considering what I've heard about how it can hurt the first time, but I want to savor every second.

And I want to make her feel good.

We only have a few minutes left in intermission, but she's not in the first two scenes and I can run the sound for the first two songs in my sleep. It's all pre-programed, anyway.

So I take my time. I push slowly, in and out, just a little at a time, while I casually thumb her nipples. She feels so damn good squeezing my cock. Better than anything I could have imagined. Her pussy is better than her hand. Better than her mouth, which I didn't think could be possible, but it is. She's so tight and wet and warm.

She's shaking a little, tensing up like she's expecting a pain that hasn't come yet. I pull back, keeping just the tip inside her while I touch her. "Relax, beautiful. Let me make you feel as good as I feel with you strangling my dick."

I keep one hand on her breasts and slip the other between her legs, brushing my thumb up and down her clit, circling, gliding side to side, experimenting until I find the touch that has her melting. She drops lower, gripping the edge of the sound board for support as she lifts her ass higher and wiggles it.

I reward her with a light slap.

"Oh!" Her surprise quickly dissolves into a moan.

"See, a little pain doesn't have to be bad," I whisper. And then I push deep, past any resistance, until I bottom out inside her.

My eyes roll back in my head. It takes all my concentration to stay still, letting her adjust. She sways, shifts her weight, changes the angle of her hips, and moans.

"That's it, beautiful. Find where it feels good."

"So good." She throws her head back and arches as she makes little circling thrusts with her hips, chasing her pleasure.

I fight against my need to move, gripping her thigh with one hand and her breast with the other to keep me grounded.

My alarm goes off. Shit.

Heather pauses, but I roll my hips to coax her on. "Don't stop, beautiful. Don't you dare stop. You're gonna ride my cock until you come. I'm not letting you go until you're a dripping, shaking mess."

She groans, but she listens and goes back to those little grinding hip thrusts she liked. I grit my teeth to keep from coming and reach around her for the switch I need to flash the house lights. Then I snooze my alarm. When it goes off again, I'll have to dim the lights and switch on the mics for the orchestra pit, but we've got five minutes until then, and I intend to make sure my girl enjoys every second of them.

The moment my fingers return to her clit, she presses back into me and falls apart.

When she orgasmed before, I could see the signs, but now I can feel them. She clamps down so hard on my cock that I groan. Pulsing contractions squeeze my hard length, and I can't hold back anymore. It's too much. I thrust up into her, slamming deep over and over until that familiar tingling heat starts at the base of my spine. But it isn't so familiar this time. It's like standing on a dark stage and then suddenly turning on all the spotlights at once.

I push balls deep into her, and a flood gushes out of my thumping cock. I'm not sure if she's still coming or coming again, but she milks the life out of me, squeezing every drop of cum into her.

Folding over her back, I wrap my arms around her and just hold her as our breathing slows. My alarm goes off again, breaking the silence.

"I should go," she says.

"No way." I sit back down on the chair and pull her into my lap, my softening cock still inside her. "You have two songs before you need to be on stage and there's no way I'm letting you rush off after that."

I flip the house lights off, slide a few dials up on the soundboard, put on my headset and cue the orchestra. Then I mute myself and turn my attention back to the beautiful woman in my arms.

She's giving me a funny look I can't interpret.

"What?" I ask, scratching my nose and feeling suddenly self-conscious.

"Nothing." She looks away.

I turn her chin back to face me.

"I guess I'm just feeling a little vulnerable," she admits. "It's not like we… I mean, we're not… that all happened kind of fast."

I chuckle. "Not for me. I've been wanting to do that for three years."

A look of wonder crosses her face. "Really?"

"Absolutely."

"So… what does that mean?"

"It means I'm going to hold you for a few more minutes and we're going to talk about this list of yours. Then you're going to go finish this damn show so I can take you home, to my place, where you're going to spend the night. And we're gonna try out as many things on your list as my dick will let us in one night."

She gives me that musical laugh of hers that I love so much. "And then what?"

"Then I'm going to make you breakfast before bringing you back for your call tomorrow."

"And then?"

"We're gonna repeat that all over again. For as many days and nights as you'll have me."

"So you're inviting me to sleep over as many nights in a row as I want?"

"Yep."

"You realize you basically just asked me to move in with you and we're not even officially dating, right?"

Fuck, I love her giggle.

"Yep."

I kiss her and she kisses me back, all the things we've been holding deep down finally on the surface, right there for all the world to see.