As for my scene with Jill, it was fun kissing her. What am I supposed to say? I’ve never understood actors who pretend kissing attractive people is work. If you’re prone to nerves, sure, it can cause relationship problems and all sorts of things. I would definitely be nervous on the night Emily came to see the show, hoping she wouldn’t want to subject me to an inquisition when we got home, but when it came to kissing her, Jill was a good-looking girl who was enthusiastic about her role. I knew she had a small crush on me, but students her age usually cycled through crushes on about half of the people in the Theater Department. I actually felt more emotion watching Albert turn at the end of his scene, giving the audience his ass as a final laugh, and leaping at Liz for their last kiss. The girl I had strong feelings for would be kissing a naked man on the nights of the show, Friday and Saturday, and even if it was just acting, it was normal to feel a bit jealous.
On Wednesday night, I was asleep in the bedroom and my phone rang. I picked it up and it was Liz. I looked around and saw that Emily hadn’t come to bed yet.
“You were watching us on stage again tonight.”
I had to interrupt a yawn to answer her. “Yeah. You guys were good.”
“I’m so jealous of Jill, you know?” I wasn’t sure what to say. I listened during the brief silence and was pretty sure Emily had fallen asleep on the couch; usually she did when she wasn’t in bed with me by this time. I got out of bed and went to check on her. Liz told me, “I shouldn’t say that. I know. It was just one night–this thing between us. But I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I hesitated, mostly because I was seeing that Emily was indeed sleeping on the couch, TV still fluttering light through the room. Stepping back into my bedroom, I closed the door and whispered to her, “I’m feeling the same way.”
“I don’t want to disrespect Emily.”
“I know. It’s difficult. I want to do right by her, too. So… we probably…”
“Is it alright if I touch myself… while you’re touching yourself?”
“Um…”
I didn’t have much of a chance to think about it. I had my cock in my hand and was lying back on the bed before I could run through the consequences of being caught.
“Are you watching me?” she asked, then moaned quietly. “Do you have me… pulled up on the TV?”
“I’m in the bedroom. Can’t…” I panted a little.
“Just you and me on the phone then. A little privacy,” she said, then sucked in a breath. “But you remember… you saw me…”
“Yes…”
“Saw me… wiggling my little ass as I crawled through that duct… getting that good look up my crotch…”
“Oh…”
“Are you yanking on your dick, sweetheart?” she asked me, her breath beating on the phone. “Oh my god… I’ve got my fingers in my panties… on my pussy…”
“Take them off,” I gasped. “I love… I love you… naked…”
“Just a…” She moaned again and I heard her moving fabric around. “I’m nude again, baby… just like you like me…”
“Yes… oh, yeah…”
“I bet you want to bend me over… grab my little hips…”
“I do… I do…” I was almost hurting myself as I quickened the friction on my cock.
“I can’t wait to feel that… giant dick… pushing up into me…”
“Oh god oh god…”
“Can you feel my pussy, darling? It’s so hot and wet for you–”
“Fuck!”
I dropped the phone after I started cumming on my own chest. I gasped several times to get my breath back; I could hear Liz taking quick, whistling breaths from where the phone had fallen. With the phone to my ear again, I just listened to her, squeezing my prick until it dripped its last pearl.
“You okay?” she asked me, then giggled. “That felt so good. So good. I just know… it would be even better if you fucked me.”
I picked up a couple of tissues from Emily’s side of the bed and began to carefully catch everything I had spilled. I wasn’t sure what to say to Liz. I had never wanted to have sex with a girl so bad, even in the days of high school when I wanted to fuck nearly everything that moved. I whimpered as I sat up again.
“I can’t. Not… not as long as Emily and I…”
“I know,” she said, then moaned with disappointment. “You’re a good guy, Mike. You really are. I wish I wasn’t making things so difficult for us both.”
“It’s not just you,” I confessed. “When you kiss Albert, I wish it was me.”
“I would love to kiss you–so fucking jealous of that bitch Jill. But… I’m not as strong as you are.” I waited a moment for her to continue. “If you do want to fuck, I’m down for it.”
“I… I want to… I just…”
“I know,” said Liz, then took a great breath. “I’ll let you go. I can probably get some sleep now.” With a laugh she told me, “Albert thought he was going to be so brave doing this stupid scene. Now he wants to do it in a speedo. One thing to be bold when it’s all just in the imagination.”
“Yeah. I sympathize.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
With no idea of what the next day held, I went back to work at the college and sleepwalked through my classes. Between Liz and I had been a faint wall, an agreed-upon illusion that nothing had really happened between us, and though it was thin enough to see through at times, it felt protective to have it there. Should I expect a new wall in its place? Or were we treading out onto thin ice and chasing something more dangerous?
The afternoon was spent finishing up the sets. We wouldn’t have the same time on Friday since we were going to be in the mindset for the show. I only passed Liz a couple of times in the hall between classes and such, and when our eyes met, I found her giving me a knowing smile rather than looking away with embarrassment. That might have been scarier than pretending it didn’t happen.
Most of the time working on the sets was spent focused on the job, which was more physically demanding as we set the stage for next week’s show and took them down again, all for the purpose of seeing how they looked under the light. At one point, I was in charge of moving a pretty vital window piece to capture the painting behind the set just right and where the lights wouldn’t catch too much glare from the best angles. The set designer, Gloria, wanted to take pictures after we moved it, so that had me ducking under this window each time so I wouldn’t be in the shot, but would be close enough to edge it this way or that. After the second time I moved the piece and ducked down, I saw a silhouetted figure trotting out to meet me in the shadows. Liz.
She got down on her knees and elbows, a mirror image of me, and she leaned in an kissed me. I could feel her tongue sneaking in to meet mine. I was instantly hard, but anxiety was growing that someone would see us. Everyone knew I was in a relationship with Emily, even if they didn’t know Emily herself. It was so easy to get caught doing this here.
Her hands were on my neck and pulling me closer, but she didn’t have to give me any more encouragement. Despite my fears, I was compelled to keep kissing her.
“Mike? You back there? I need it… just a bit more toward the table. Mike?”
I rose up to let them see me through the window again as Liz covered her mouth and watched me.