Ryan's Tale
As I sat in the front row of the theatre, I relaxed. It should be a great show. The singer, Samantha, was an old friend, and I was glad she invited me to her opening night in town. The theatre curtain was down and the stage was dark. The only illumination in the house came from the lights of the small band in the pit. Slowly, the curtain rose, but the stage remained dark. Anticipation built in the audience like a static charge, then lightning struck as the spotlight clicked on, brightly shining on the scene.
Center stage, Samantha posed with her face down, arms in midlength white and silken gloves. A sequence red hat the same color as the dress, reminiscent of the 40s, shimmered in the limelight. Her brunette hair fell past her shoulders. From where I was I could just see her lipstick, red matching the rest of her attire, and her excited smile as she anticipated her show.
With only the shortest hesitation, the band started. Trumpets entered with their energetic staccatos in time with the drumset, shortly before Samantha began to sing. An incredible voice, confident and steady, erupted from her, filling the theatre with a gorgeous and lively sound. Perfectly timed with the band, it hit with an emotional impact the audience, including me, couldn't help but gasp and clap at. Tonight was definitely going to be a show.
As she sang she swung her hips and danced in a well choreographed, practiced step. She exuded confidence only years of mastered expertise in a craft allows. She was owning the stage and everyone knew it. I couldn't help but smile, recalling the shy Samantha from our childhood. I welled up with a pride I knew wasn't mine, but couldn't help hold.
Samantha worked the crowd, teasing the audience as she tailored her movements to the energy of the room. Though the bright lights hampered her view, she put the effort into eying every member of the audience. And then she saw me. Maybe I imagined it, but the moment of recognition seemed to add the subtlest boost to her mood and confidence, if that was even possible. Her gaze lingered just long enough for us to lock eyes. I couldn't help but smile. She smiled back through her song. She made it. She was in her element. No one could stop her, even if they wanted to.
And so the show continued. The energy of the room grew as she coaxed and built it up to her last song. She crescendoed in sync with the band, striking the perfect chord and holding it, just to show us she could. The energy of the audience seemingly reached its limit and as quickly as it started, the band finished their number and it was done. Everything was silent as the room absorbed what just happened. A second later the theatre exploded in a cacophony of applause and cheering. Samantha took her bow and blew a kiss into the crowd. I couldn't be sure, but it seemed to be aimed at me specifically. She turned and deliberately walked to the back of the stage, swinging her hips confidently, teasing everyone with her toned backside. As the curtains closed behind her, I couldn't help but notice I was excited, not only from the show, but from a primal desire that seemed to build pressure in my crotch.
As I watched people start to get up and leave, my phone buzzed. It was Samantha. “Hope you liked your show. Stay where you are. I'll be back out for you in a bit.”
So the kiss was for me, I thought smiling to myself. I always knew there was an unarticulable spark between as. We were as close as brother and sister, but the relationship always felt like it could be something more. It didn't seem to matter where we were. She would seek me out, hold my hand, or lean on me whenever she could.
I never wanted to risk our relationship and so I never pressed her for anything more. The closest I can recall was a rainy night when I was walking her home. As we approached her apartment door, she hesitated. The rain pattered on the sidewalk and my umbrella. The overhang above her door did little to shield us. Her face came so close to mine, her favorite lavender lotion tickled my nose. I remember her lips coming just short of a pucker as she whispered her thank you to me. Looking back, I should have kissed her, but she pulled away and started unlocking her door. Before going inside she turned back to me, a mix of emotions on her face. She went to say something but stopped herself. Instead, she said “I suppose our night should end here.” I swallowed, holding myself back. “I… I suppose it should,” I replied. A flash of disappointment crossed her face as she thanked me again and went inside. Realizing what happened, my heart sank with her face. I made the slow walk home, not bothering to use the umbrella to keep me dry.
The house lights flickered for a second and I suddenly realized there wasn't anyone in the seats anymore. There was a light giggle, musical and sincere, coming from the stage. I looked up and saw Samantha, her hair now tied up, leaning forward, letting her low cut ruby dress work for her. She had taken off her hat and gloves. My breath caught in my chest for a moment and I stammered “Heh-hello.”
She giggled again, just as whimsical as before. “It's good to see you Ryan. I thought for a moment you wouldn't show.” A bright smile illuminated her face. It was infectious and I couldn't help return it. “I'm glad you found your seat,” she said, amused at where my eyes were looking, “considering where your gaze seems to keep resting now.”
I blinked, slightly embarrassed. “I'm s-s-sorry,” I stammered. “I, uh, don't quite remember a, uh, outfit quite like this before.”
“Oh, Ryan, where's all that confidence I remember? You're stammering like a school boy! Come up here with me! My treat! I'm so excited you're here!” I rose and walked up to her on stage. She reached down and helped pull me up. As I stood up on the stage with her, I couldn't help but admire her again. Closer now, I smelled a hint of lavender. She looked back at me with her deep brown eyes as I realized she was doing more than admiring my attire. Samantha's gaze lingered on my trousers, hungrily assessing me. Suddenly she looked back up at me. “Oh! I need to show you the theatre! Let's go backstage!”
She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me behind the curtain. She began excitedly pointing at the balcony, ropes, and lights. “John manages the lights. He always makes sure my best side is shown! And Tim handles the stage hands! This set was simple and we didn't need too much but he still always takes good care of me!” We continued on as she told me about her friends in the industry, the other singers, and other friends who made tonight as incredible as it was. Before I realized it she was showing me a door with her name in bold letters.
“Ryan! Isn't this the coolest? I finally have my star room! It's like I almost have everything I've ever wanted.” She opened the door and gestured for me to come in. As I walked in, she closed the door behind us with a click.
It was quaint. Prominently in the room was a table with a mirror and stool, clearly to do make up. Off to the side was a large, matching sofa. Scattered around the walls were pictures of Samantha and her friends or family. I spotted one of my favorite pictures tacked to the wall. It showed Samantha and I hugging after a dinner celebrating her acceptance into college. We were almost jumping and her unbridled joy shined through the motion blur.
“You know,” Samantha said to me. “I'm over here if you want to keep staring at something. I'm sure the real thing is better.”
I turned around and saw Samantha resting on the sofa, a mischievous smile on her face. She was planning something. I just knew it. I cautiously smiled back. “Sit down with me!” she insisted.
She joyfully laughed again as I sat down and she stretched her legs on my lap. I instinctively started rubbing her feet and calves. Samantha sighed contentedly as she adjusted her legs. I felt my cock engorge slightly as one of her legs rubbed down on me. Her red dress did nothing to help me as it enticingly rested on her body. I couldn’t resist staring as her chest rose and fell with her breathing. As she leaned back to relax more, I could see her nipples showing through her dress, pointed and excited. I shifted in my seat to try and hide my growing penis, but she noticed.
“Oh?” she noted in mock curiosity. “Is there something wrong? What’s going on with your pants?” she asked. Embarrassed, I tried shifting again. I stopped massaging her for a moment and tried to adjust my cock to be less obvious, but she suddenly sat up and stopped me.
Her melodious giggle sounded again. “You’re more red than my dress, Ryan,” she said with a smirk. “Is something bothering you?” As she said that, she pulled her legs closer to her. She leaned forward and put her hand on my upper thigh. Seductively, she leaned close and whispered in my ear “You know, it’s not bothering me at all.” My heart started racing and my cock unconsciously twitched as she not-so-subtly stroked me through my pants. I continued to squirm as she rubbed my member. Moving closer to me, she pursed her lips but stopped short of kissing me. “Are you going to make the same mistake again?” she whispered enticingly. She paused, her hand still resting on my groin. I dared a glance at her. Fire filled her mahogany eyes, desire dancing just beneath the surface. If this was going to happen, I had to make the decision. “N-no,” I responded, my voice quiet and uncertain. She raised a skeptical eye at me, but before she could respond, I grabbed her head and back to pull her into me and pushed my lips into hers.
She let loose a sudden, breathy moan as our lips locked and worked together. Something in me finally let loose as I pressed my tongue into her mouth where it tangled with hers in a passionate dance. Barely taking a breath, her hand changed positions and sought its way under my shirt. She began to feel my chest, my pectorals twitching slightly at her seductive touch. Returning the favor, I massaged her breasts through her dress. Her nipples seemed to become even more stiff as I traced around them with my finger and explored her body. I felt warm as a familiar pressure gathered in my groin. Was this really happening? Are we going to cross this line? Fear, shame, and desire flooded my mind as her hand journeyed down into my pants. Slipping beneath my underwear, her delicate fingers found my tip, now moist with precum. I let out a soft moan as the ecstasy of the tease began enveloping my mind.
“These are in the way,” she declared as she took her hand from my pants and removed my belt. She tossed it in the corner, and as soon as it stopped skidding, a pair of panties landed next to it. Hungrily, she began to pull down my pants. In one smooth motion she managed to slip my shoes and socks off as my feet passed through the legs of the trousers. My heart raced faster and I started breathing heavily.
“Samantha,” I gasped as she split open my shirt. She tossed my clothes near my belt and was suddenly on her knees in front of my exposed shaft. My skin was on fire and my cock throbbed with a primal urge. I couldn’t help myself. Before she could do anything I reached behind her and removed her dress, pulling it up and over her head. Only her bra remained and I deftly worked it off as well. That too was tossed into the pile of clothing. Greedily she began licking my shaft, her tongue exploring my anatomy and salivating on my cock. I moaned again as she engulfed my cock completely, her tongue now dancing around my tip inside her mouth. As my cock twitched, she sucked, masterfully finding every square inch of my erection. She pressed down hard and my tip hit the back of her throat before plunging just a bit deeper. She gagged slightly, the muscles of her throat only grasping and teasing me more.
Pressure started building as blood rushed to harden my cock before climax. She must have felt the change since she took a deep breath as she pulled her head back and then took me down to the hilt. The pressure and ecstasy was too much and I felt myself pump and pump and pump cum into her. Dedicated to the task, she pushed deeper against my pelvis, swallowing each load as it exploded down her throat. She gagged again but the sound was overtaken by the ravenous slurping sounds she made. I must have been holding my breath as I finally inhaled.
Unsheathing me, Samantha also took a few breaths to catch herself. She looked up at me with a face stuck between mischievous satisfaction and uncontrolled lust. “Where… Where did you learn that…?” I breathed. “A magician never reveals her secrets,” she replied. “That was definitely magical…” I said.
As she stood up, she wiped my fluids from her face. I could tell she wasn’t satiated. Her rich eyes focussed on me like I was some prey item. She put her hands on my shoulders to push me back but I resisted. Using the momentum she made I grabbed her shoulders instead and threw her onto the couch. With my hunger now growing, I got to work. She gasped as I firmly opened her legs, exposing her glistening folds, swollen with desire. Reaching underneath her legs and grabbing her hips, I pulled her towards me, pushing my face into her crotch. I greedily lapped up her juices, thrusting my tongue into her over and over again, and teasing her clit. She hardly protested. Every provocative action enticed a moan or gasp of pleasure from her. “Ryan…” she breathed as her hands grasped the back of my head and her nails dug into my scalp. The scratching only fueled my mania, making me work faster, more thoroughly.
Suddenly, her thighs pressed either side of my face. She cried out, arching her back, as I felt her insides convulse. Before I realized it, my face was soaked in the evidence of her orgasm. I licked the inside of her upper thigh then wiped my face. I could almost feel her heartbeat as I kissed the top of her opening, then her abs, and up the rest of her body until our lips locked again. As I moved up to her, I positioned myself to take her. My cock prodded her opening as our tongues tangoed. She gasped between kisses and whispered “Do it. Take me.”
That was all I needed. I guided myself in, her wet, warm folds eagerly engulfing me, grabbing me, and practically pulling me in as I filled her. She convulsed again and I felt her squeeze my cock with her insides, causing me to twitch. Slowly at first, I began to thrust into her. Every movement of my hips was met with a push back from her pelvis. She wanted this, needed this. No, we wanted this. We needed this. I began to pick up speed as she began to whimper and moan from pure pleasure. Encouraged, I only moved faster, more assertively. She was giving herself to me and I intended on taking her.
My thrusts remained deep as her legs wrapped around me, forcing me to stay locked inside her. Heaven erupted around me as she mirrored my thrusts, moaning as I grunted and raising her hips in time to receive me to her deepest parts. I pressed until my cock filled her completely, my tip kissing her cervix at its peak. My pelvis rubbed against her opening, stimulating spasms from her. As we continued, the pressure in my groin grew. Blood rushed to my cock as it hardened like steel. Only one thought overwhelmed my mind: release. She felt it too. The tension grew as sloshing and slapping sounds filled the room. I held on for as long as I could, the pressure building to a nearly painful point. Then suddenly, she spasmed again and I released into her. My cock throbbed with each pump of cum, painting her insides in glorious desire. She cried out in pleasure as her legs pulled me as close and into her as she possibly could. Waves of heat, lust, desire, and pleasure washed through me like a storm. I felt each tremble of my cock as load after load flooded into her, eventually leaking out between our entwined flesh. She climaxed at the same time, gushing her own fluids.
Finally, exhaustion hit. I remained inside her as my mind slowly cleared. I became aware of her heavy breathing, the smell of sweat, sex, and a hint of lavender pairing with the warmth of her body. My groin ached in satisfaction, having delivered everything it could into her. My penis slowly softened, letting the hot juices of our passion seep out of her. She sighed deeply, her lust at last satisfied, but she didn’t let go. And so I remained on top of her, my semi-hard cock resting at her entrance.
Eventually she spoke. “That… Ryan, I have been waiting for you to do that to me for years.” She released me then felt her crotch and giggled at the copious amount of sticky white substance still dripping out of her. “Samantha, I have nothing left in me. I gave you all of it.” I replied. “I know,” she said with a smirk. “Finally, Ryan. I’m so happy right now.”
I continued to lay on her gently, enjoying the warmth of the skin on skin contact. She didn’t protest. She moved a bit so we could be comfortable on the sofa as I playfully teased her still hard nipples. We enjoyed the moment until we heard a knock on the door.
“Samantha, are you still here?” a male voice called.
“Oh. Yes Tim! But I’m heading home soon!” she called back. Then to me in a hushed tone she said “That’s Tim. He’s probably trying to close up for the night.”
“Great! I’ve done everything but lock the door. I’ll leave the key on the table out here for you. Be safe going home tonight!” Tim responded, followed by the sound of footsteps walking away.
Slightly concerned, I asked, “How far away do you live?” She smiled at me. “I’m just down the street, about a 15 minute walk.” She stared at me, gauging my response. “May I walk you home then? I can have my Uber pick me up at your place.”
“I would love that,” she said, her eyes lighting up.
After quickly freshening up and getting dressed, we left the theatre into the warm breeze of a summer’s night. The street lamps traded casting our shadows as we walked hand in hand towards her home. Finally, we made it to her door, the light still on. She walked up and started to unlock it. After turning the key she looked at me and hesitated. I took the moment, remembering what I missed last time. Our lips locked once again, as she jumped in surprise. The shock didn’t last long, however, before she returned the love, kissing me deeply and passionately. After a few moments she pulled away.
“I suppose our night should end here,” she said, looking at me with hopeful eyes. “No. I don't think it should,” I replied, reaching for her hand. She smiled brightly at me as a single tear formed in her eye.
She kissed me once again and said, “Well, then follow me inside.”
