razor_nut
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Hey, it's me asking for help again.
I have trouble concentrating on 1 story at a time, as a result I've got about 5 stories all in progress right now. My stories vary greatly in tone, some are more along the lines of just simple stroke stories, more porn than erotica.
This series of stories I'm working on I want to be differently. I have a lot of great ideas (9 chapters in all revolving around my two main characters Tyler & Melissa), and I just want to make sure this is shaping up the way I'd like it to.
This is the first chapter, not yet completed, but well under way. I haven't spell checked it yet, so don't bother with that please.
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Adventures of a High School Drama Geek
Chapter 1: The Curtain Rises
I'm Tyler, this is the story of my senior year of high school and I declare myself to be total drama geek. Half my classes are theatre related, and much of my time after school is spent in rehearsal. I'm certainly not alone.Just outside of Portland, Oregon, at Kelley Memorial High, theatre is big, like football is big to most schools. Our school has no athletic talent to count for, so the school rallies around the drama department. We certainly deliver. The school used to be an old entertainment center. It was converted and expanded upon, but the greatest part of it was the stage. The theatre was very large, with all the amenities such a stage offered. 2000 seats, orchestra pit, a sound booth, etc. That theatre was our home away from home. Our theatre classes were held there, we'd eat lunch, we'd rehearse for hours, all in this place.
My friends and I are the definition of a drama clique. We were some very different people, but our love for the stage brought us all together. We spent pretty much all our time togetherwhether in class, rehearsal, or just partying on weekends. The newest to our group was Melissa. Most of us had been together for all of highschool, even junior high, but Mellisa tranfered to Kelley Memorial towards the end of our junior year. The first time I saw her is etched deeply in my memory. I was walking across the school track with my friend Doug. Melissa was out jogging around the track, getting an early morning workout. She was coming up the track toward us as we aproched the back entrance to the school. Her long thin legs carried her along, her dark brunette hair bouncing in a ponytail under a pink ballcap. Her lightly tanned skin glistened in the morning light with sweat. Her body was fantastic; slim, fit, well proportioned. The calfs and thighs of her long legs flexed in slow motion, like some cheesy baywatch shot. Her tummy stretched and contorted with each stride, accentuating the tight muscles underneath the smooth tight skin. Her breasts were what I consider the perfect size; not overly large, but enough to play with. Her nipples poked hard from the cool morning air through the tight sports bra she was wearing. It was her face though that truely struck me. She had wonderful brown eyes, thin light pink lips, and absolutely flawless skin. Strands of her hair hung down from the cap and around her ears, framing her round face.
"I've never seen her around, is she new here?" Doug asked, half to himself and half to me.
"I walk by this track every morning, I'm pretty sure I'd remember seeing her." Who ever she was, I definitely wanted to get to know her.
Now jaunting past us, Melissa noticed us looking her over. "Hey guys," her sweet mild voice ringing through her hard breathing. All Doug and I could reply with was a simultanious "Hey". She passed by us, but our eyes never left her. I watch her tight sculpured butt flex as she jogged, seemingly waving goodbye at us. She finally left our sight entering into the girl's lockeroom, much to our dismay.
"Damn dude, she is smokin'!" Doug exclaimed, stating the obvious. I just smiled and nodded, my mind already set on having her.
All day Melissa quite literally ran through my mind. Between each class I scoured the halls, hoping to run into her, maybe strike up a conversation. I was down to my last class, Advanced Acting, with our teacher and director Mr. Wells. We assembled in the first few rows in front of the stage, about to start class. Everyone was occupied with what would be our final for the class, to write a one act play, so nobody really noticed when Melissa walked in, talked to Mr. Wells, then sat down in the row of seats in front of me. I was competely caught off guard, and pleasantly suprised. I looked over to where Doug was sitting, he looked in my direction, just as suprised and excited as I was. I had to act fast or I knew Doug would beat me to the punch.
"Hey, I'm Tyler. What are you doing Friday night?"
This striking stranger looked over her shoulder, slightly smiling. After a small pause she replied, a slight New England accent showing through, "Well Tyler, I'm Melissa, and aren't you taking this just a little fast?" She stuck her hand over the back of the seats, which I took in mine, giveing it a firm but gentle shake. My skin tingled at her soft touch, my nostrils filled with a sweet subtle body spray rising from her skin.
"Actually, Melissa, I'm a bit of an opportunist. I see a good thing, I jump on it."
"So I take it you want to jump on me then?" Her smile widened, and her eyes glinted, hinting to her wild amorous nature.
And thus began my relationship the most vibrant, flirtatious, exciting, beautiful, wonderful woman I had ever met. Over the summer we really got to know eachother. She was so much more than just a sensational body, she was smart, quick-witted, with a wonderful sense of humor. She was just an absolute pleasure to be with. She was I diehard Red Sox fan. Hell, for her 18th birthday in August, she took me and the guys to a strip club to watch her dance. She was a huge flirt, but it was all in fun, and I trusted her completely. I never thought I could have it so good. Yet we never had sex. At best what we had done together could be call mutual masturbation. Even on my 18th birthday, no sex. At first it didn't bother me, you could tell she was going to be worth the wait, but the school year got underway, and frankly I was getting really quite anxious over it.
The school year was only ten days old, but we were already diving into the first play of the year. It was a farce on popular fairy tales, and Mr. Wells cast Melissa and I as Cinderella and Prince Charming, knowing the chemistry we had. Everyone settled into the routine of rehearsals and the first 3 weeks went by quickly, and we were now just under two weeks away from openning night. From here on out, rehearsals would extend later into the evenning and onto Saturdays, so this Friday we were going to have one last party before he hunkered down for the final stretch.
Tonight the party was over at Alisa's house. Alisa was another person in our clique, and quickly became great friends with Melissa. Short, blonde, and cute as a button, it was ironic that she was playing the Stepmother. I was sipping on rum & coke when came up and sat down in my lap. Even wearing a tight pain of jeans and a pink wife beater, she could look absolutely stunning. I ran my hand through her long silky hair and gave her a kiss.
"Hey babe, having fun?"
"Always honey."
Doug sat down across from us, a beer in hand. "Hey you two, enjoying yourselves?" Doug had been a good sport about Melissa and I, even though I knew he fell for her just about as hard as I did. Though, to be fair, he did see his fair share of fun over the summer. "Did you guys get to check the costumes? They came in this morning." Mr. Wells orderd many of our props, inculding costumes, directly from Broadway. He supplied and treated us like professionals, and in turn we gave him professional performances. "My Big Bad Wolf costume is frickin sweet. A wolf in a tux, I'm gonna look so damn sharp."
Melissa's face lit up at the mention of the costumes. "Oh, my ballgown is just gorgeous. It's light blue, and shoulderless, and-"
"And oh God the cleavage!" I cut in. Alisa, who was listening in, and Doug laughed.
Melissa gave me a light slap across the cheek, and scolded, "You better behave yourself mister."
"Oh I have absolutely no intention on behaving myself tonight, ma'am." I sat my drink down and picked up my stunning girlfriend. I stared deeply into her sparkling eyes. "Alisa, can I borrow your room? I really need to misbehave."
She rolled her eyes, responding, "As long as you wash the sheets when your done." I carried Melissa's light slender form into Alisa's room while she play-resisted, gingerly kicking and squeeling. I tossed her onto Alisa's bed and closed the door behind me. I turned to find my angel already in full sex-kitten mode. I rushed over to her, my hands quickly slipped off her shirt, baring her supple breasts to me. My arms wrapped around her and laid her down on the soft bed comforter, and my lips found hers, embracing warmly. Melissa was just as busy, one hand sliding under my shirt, sliding it up toward my neck; the other down my pants grabbing my butt.
Melissa rolled me over, and slowly pulled away and stood up. I flipped off my shirt and tossed it aside. "Tonight?" It was a vague question, but she knew what I was asking.
"Sorry Tyler, but you know I'm waiting for something more special than a friend's bedroom."
"That's what confuses me though, we've both had sex before, so I know you're not waiting for marraige. We've come about as close as you can get without actaully doing it. You know I'm absolutely nuts about you, and I'd never push you into something you don't want, but what's got to be so special?"
"I want our first time to be something we'll never forget. I really like you too Tyler, and I do want it to be something unique." The whole time we're debating this, we're both topless.
"Okay, okay. When?"
Melissa paused for a moment, then replied, "Closing night." I smiled at the thought of finally getting to have her, totally and unconditionally, in just two weeks.
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From here I'm going to finish this party, then move on to closing night, where Tyler will be suprised by Melissa backstage, and thier first time together whill happen hidden onstage.
So please, feedback! I love critisism, as long as it's constructive! Thank you!
I have trouble concentrating on 1 story at a time, as a result I've got about 5 stories all in progress right now. My stories vary greatly in tone, some are more along the lines of just simple stroke stories, more porn than erotica.
This series of stories I'm working on I want to be differently. I have a lot of great ideas (9 chapters in all revolving around my two main characters Tyler & Melissa), and I just want to make sure this is shaping up the way I'd like it to.
This is the first chapter, not yet completed, but well under way. I haven't spell checked it yet, so don't bother with that please.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Adventures of a High School Drama Geek
Chapter 1: The Curtain Rises
I'm Tyler, this is the story of my senior year of high school and I declare myself to be total drama geek. Half my classes are theatre related, and much of my time after school is spent in rehearsal. I'm certainly not alone.Just outside of Portland, Oregon, at Kelley Memorial High, theatre is big, like football is big to most schools. Our school has no athletic talent to count for, so the school rallies around the drama department. We certainly deliver. The school used to be an old entertainment center. It was converted and expanded upon, but the greatest part of it was the stage. The theatre was very large, with all the amenities such a stage offered. 2000 seats, orchestra pit, a sound booth, etc. That theatre was our home away from home. Our theatre classes were held there, we'd eat lunch, we'd rehearse for hours, all in this place.
My friends and I are the definition of a drama clique. We were some very different people, but our love for the stage brought us all together. We spent pretty much all our time togetherwhether in class, rehearsal, or just partying on weekends. The newest to our group was Melissa. Most of us had been together for all of highschool, even junior high, but Mellisa tranfered to Kelley Memorial towards the end of our junior year. The first time I saw her is etched deeply in my memory. I was walking across the school track with my friend Doug. Melissa was out jogging around the track, getting an early morning workout. She was coming up the track toward us as we aproched the back entrance to the school. Her long thin legs carried her along, her dark brunette hair bouncing in a ponytail under a pink ballcap. Her lightly tanned skin glistened in the morning light with sweat. Her body was fantastic; slim, fit, well proportioned. The calfs and thighs of her long legs flexed in slow motion, like some cheesy baywatch shot. Her tummy stretched and contorted with each stride, accentuating the tight muscles underneath the smooth tight skin. Her breasts were what I consider the perfect size; not overly large, but enough to play with. Her nipples poked hard from the cool morning air through the tight sports bra she was wearing. It was her face though that truely struck me. She had wonderful brown eyes, thin light pink lips, and absolutely flawless skin. Strands of her hair hung down from the cap and around her ears, framing her round face.
"I've never seen her around, is she new here?" Doug asked, half to himself and half to me.
"I walk by this track every morning, I'm pretty sure I'd remember seeing her." Who ever she was, I definitely wanted to get to know her.
Now jaunting past us, Melissa noticed us looking her over. "Hey guys," her sweet mild voice ringing through her hard breathing. All Doug and I could reply with was a simultanious "Hey". She passed by us, but our eyes never left her. I watch her tight sculpured butt flex as she jogged, seemingly waving goodbye at us. She finally left our sight entering into the girl's lockeroom, much to our dismay.
"Damn dude, she is smokin'!" Doug exclaimed, stating the obvious. I just smiled and nodded, my mind already set on having her.
All day Melissa quite literally ran through my mind. Between each class I scoured the halls, hoping to run into her, maybe strike up a conversation. I was down to my last class, Advanced Acting, with our teacher and director Mr. Wells. We assembled in the first few rows in front of the stage, about to start class. Everyone was occupied with what would be our final for the class, to write a one act play, so nobody really noticed when Melissa walked in, talked to Mr. Wells, then sat down in the row of seats in front of me. I was competely caught off guard, and pleasantly suprised. I looked over to where Doug was sitting, he looked in my direction, just as suprised and excited as I was. I had to act fast or I knew Doug would beat me to the punch.
"Hey, I'm Tyler. What are you doing Friday night?"
This striking stranger looked over her shoulder, slightly smiling. After a small pause she replied, a slight New England accent showing through, "Well Tyler, I'm Melissa, and aren't you taking this just a little fast?" She stuck her hand over the back of the seats, which I took in mine, giveing it a firm but gentle shake. My skin tingled at her soft touch, my nostrils filled with a sweet subtle body spray rising from her skin.
"Actually, Melissa, I'm a bit of an opportunist. I see a good thing, I jump on it."
"So I take it you want to jump on me then?" Her smile widened, and her eyes glinted, hinting to her wild amorous nature.
And thus began my relationship the most vibrant, flirtatious, exciting, beautiful, wonderful woman I had ever met. Over the summer we really got to know eachother. She was so much more than just a sensational body, she was smart, quick-witted, with a wonderful sense of humor. She was just an absolute pleasure to be with. She was I diehard Red Sox fan. Hell, for her 18th birthday in August, she took me and the guys to a strip club to watch her dance. She was a huge flirt, but it was all in fun, and I trusted her completely. I never thought I could have it so good. Yet we never had sex. At best what we had done together could be call mutual masturbation. Even on my 18th birthday, no sex. At first it didn't bother me, you could tell she was going to be worth the wait, but the school year got underway, and frankly I was getting really quite anxious over it.
The school year was only ten days old, but we were already diving into the first play of the year. It was a farce on popular fairy tales, and Mr. Wells cast Melissa and I as Cinderella and Prince Charming, knowing the chemistry we had. Everyone settled into the routine of rehearsals and the first 3 weeks went by quickly, and we were now just under two weeks away from openning night. From here on out, rehearsals would extend later into the evenning and onto Saturdays, so this Friday we were going to have one last party before he hunkered down for the final stretch.
Tonight the party was over at Alisa's house. Alisa was another person in our clique, and quickly became great friends with Melissa. Short, blonde, and cute as a button, it was ironic that she was playing the Stepmother. I was sipping on rum & coke when came up and sat down in my lap. Even wearing a tight pain of jeans and a pink wife beater, she could look absolutely stunning. I ran my hand through her long silky hair and gave her a kiss.
"Hey babe, having fun?"
"Always honey."
Doug sat down across from us, a beer in hand. "Hey you two, enjoying yourselves?" Doug had been a good sport about Melissa and I, even though I knew he fell for her just about as hard as I did. Though, to be fair, he did see his fair share of fun over the summer. "Did you guys get to check the costumes? They came in this morning." Mr. Wells orderd many of our props, inculding costumes, directly from Broadway. He supplied and treated us like professionals, and in turn we gave him professional performances. "My Big Bad Wolf costume is frickin sweet. A wolf in a tux, I'm gonna look so damn sharp."
Melissa's face lit up at the mention of the costumes. "Oh, my ballgown is just gorgeous. It's light blue, and shoulderless, and-"
"And oh God the cleavage!" I cut in. Alisa, who was listening in, and Doug laughed.
Melissa gave me a light slap across the cheek, and scolded, "You better behave yourself mister."
"Oh I have absolutely no intention on behaving myself tonight, ma'am." I sat my drink down and picked up my stunning girlfriend. I stared deeply into her sparkling eyes. "Alisa, can I borrow your room? I really need to misbehave."
She rolled her eyes, responding, "As long as you wash the sheets when your done." I carried Melissa's light slender form into Alisa's room while she play-resisted, gingerly kicking and squeeling. I tossed her onto Alisa's bed and closed the door behind me. I turned to find my angel already in full sex-kitten mode. I rushed over to her, my hands quickly slipped off her shirt, baring her supple breasts to me. My arms wrapped around her and laid her down on the soft bed comforter, and my lips found hers, embracing warmly. Melissa was just as busy, one hand sliding under my shirt, sliding it up toward my neck; the other down my pants grabbing my butt.
Melissa rolled me over, and slowly pulled away and stood up. I flipped off my shirt and tossed it aside. "Tonight?" It was a vague question, but she knew what I was asking.
"Sorry Tyler, but you know I'm waiting for something more special than a friend's bedroom."
"That's what confuses me though, we've both had sex before, so I know you're not waiting for marraige. We've come about as close as you can get without actaully doing it. You know I'm absolutely nuts about you, and I'd never push you into something you don't want, but what's got to be so special?"
"I want our first time to be something we'll never forget. I really like you too Tyler, and I do want it to be something unique." The whole time we're debating this, we're both topless.
"Okay, okay. When?"
Melissa paused for a moment, then replied, "Closing night." I smiled at the thought of finally getting to have her, totally and unconditionally, in just two weeks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
From here I'm going to finish this party, then move on to closing night, where Tyler will be suprised by Melissa backstage, and thier first time together whill happen hidden onstage.
So please, feedback! I love critisism, as long as it's constructive! Thank you!
