In Part 4, that the keen eyed amongst you'll notice was cunningly the second part 3, you got to know Stephanie and her awesome breasts, I introduced you to DD and we met his lovely cock and we talked about the Joe Orton play, What the Butler Saw. This part is all of that and more. Is that OK?
If you've read the previous parts you'll know you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action
You'll also know that I'm writing a series of accounts about my life in England; mainly true accounts, with just a little embellishing here and there. They're about my sex life to be precise, but then what other type of life is written about on Lit?
A biography I suppose, but a short one and an unfinished one. Is it arrogant for a, nearly, twenty one year old to write a bio? Probably, but then, hey, what the hell, I want to tell my short story so let's see just how many want to read it.
How many want to read about how I lost my virginity when I was eighteen, had an affair with a thirty something man just after that and how since then I've been strongly attracted to older men. About my time at university, learning about girls and how male lecturers ignore the no fraternising with female students rule. How I became a photographic model, part-time and my conflict over what goes on in the studio when there's just the model and the cameraman there.
The accounts flow naturally and are intrinsically linked. I strongly urge you to read them in the sequence I wrote them. Whatever way you do read them, though, enjoy them, leave whatever comments you wish and e-mail me if you'd like to discuss anything.
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Chapter 1
DD never got to see his private previews. He didn't get the chance to watch me strip and pretend to kiss a lover as a rehearsal for the play. But then he didn't need to. Why watch me acting when he had the real thing? Why watch me pretend to be shagged by the doctor? Why watch me act out having cunnilingus or performing fellatio when he could lick my pussy or I'd suck his cock any time?
But he did run the rehearsals for the drama club of the university when we put on What the Butler Saw by Joe Orton as our Christmas offering; after all he was the director. And we did have some closed sets when either Stephanie, my lipstick lesbian lover, or I stripped off. So I suppose, in some ways, they were private reviews. But they weren't, as I'd originally suggested and intended, in his house. No neither I, nor we, stripped off in his lounge, we didn't simulate sex there; no, we did that on the floor of the rehearsal room. We did that with the male lead, a post grad playing the part of the head of the psychiatric clinic, Dr Barclay, and we did that with each other. Yes Steph and I simulated sex, lesbian sex, in front of the rest of the cast. Actually it wasn't really that simulated, it was more replays of the sex we had together from time to time.
It was as we rehearsed these scenes for the play that dress rehearsals took on an entire new meaning for Steph and me.
David was the director of the play and I was the main scriptwriter. I added to and adjusted Joe Orton's masterpiece. A bloody cheek really but even great plays have to be adapted for the company performing them and, after all, we were only a bunch of students studying a whole range of subjects, not drama.
I worked closely with DD discussing most of the sex scenes in some detail. Funnily enough this was often in bed after we'd had sex; what a marvellous environment, we found, for creative thinking on that topic! So he was fully aware of the short lesbian scene I'd inserted and several times questioned me on my feelings about it. To some extent, I hid behind the old acting excuse, "well if the story calls for it........" I did, though, a couple of times tell him that the idea of kissing another girl wasn't repugnant to me and that in some ways it excited me and I was looking forward to rehearsing it with Steph. I didn't mention that we'd already done that and so much, much more for real many times.
"Mmmmmm so am I," he retorted running his hand down my body and cupping my pubis in his hands.
"You dirty sod," I quipped back.
"No just a normal man," he replied as he sank three fingers into my pussy.
Dress rehearsals are normally where the cast get to wear their costumes scene by scene; with this production, though, it was where Steph and I got to flash our bits to our fellow students. In all but the final dress rehearsal we kept our bras and panties on but in that one, we were both naked, showing everything including our nipples and pubes.
Although our fellow would be thespians took a high ground, artistic approach to our nudity and Steph's magnificent bare breasts, at least on the surface for there were no, "cor get a load of that remarks," we could both tell that the male students at least took a lot more than just a passing interest in us, both on stage and around the university. Yes a lot more, for their attention to our writhings in each others arms, to mine in the male lead's arms and to Steph's in all of her four lover's arms were quite intense; Mrs Barclay, by the way for those of you not familiar with the plot, is a nymphomaniac!
The les scene that Steph and I had written together, no not in bed after sex, was short but we felt very intense and of importance to the plot. My role, Lisa, had applied to the clinic for a job as a secretary. She gets involved in a number of mistaken identity situations that by any other writer would have been, at best, high farce. With Joe, though, they were meaningful, interesting, hilarious and for a stage play, extraordinarily sexy.
Geraldine, the wife, was suspicious of her husband, the doctor. She was particularly curious and concerned about his relationship with some of his female staff and was especially worried about the new secretary, me. So she decided to seduce me before her husband did thus getting my loyalty before him. Yes a bit far fetched, but it fitted in with the storyline and the personality of the four main characters and it certainly interested and excited Stephanie and me.
Obviously we couldn't be too explicit and thus there was no nude cuddling or fondling of private parts on show to the audience. What we devised was for Geraldine to ply Lisa with drink getting her a little tipsy. They would eventually kiss on stage and then the audience would see them walking up the stairs their arms around each other. The stage had been built on a split level so there was, in effect, a bedroom; after all much of the real action of the play was in there. After Steph and I wandered up the stairs there was another scene played downstairs and then there was us in bed.
It was incredibly exciting for me to be in Steph's arms, our bodies squashed together our mouths clamped as David stood just a few feet away directing us. It was even more exciting to stand next to the bed with Steph as David instructed us on the pace at which we should take off our clothes. And of course being in bed with her, our total nudity covered by just a thin sheet as we "simulated" making love watched over by, what I could see was, a highly aroused, David was, to say the least, interesting.
In addition to the les scene there were six other sex scenes with Steph and me being naked and on full view in three of them, me in one and her two; the other three were bed scenes where neither of us flashed anything, except bumps under the sheets that is!
We'd done the scenes several times in our undies with closed sets before the final dress rehearsal a couple of days before the first night. It had been agreed that the entire cast and production team would act as the audience along with a number of students and others that had been invited along. I guess at most time there must have been forty to fifty onlookers.
Steph had the first nude scene. She seduced a young travelling salesman in the clinic using the old stage technique of undressing with a door open through which he could see her. Mine then came a few scenes later as I was getting ready for the second interview. The scene started with me in dressing gown that I removed and then looked in a wardrobe working out the clothes to wear at the interview. As I did that only my back was on show but as I lay my chosen clothes out on the bed the audience were given a good show of my naked body side on. It was as I dressed in the sexy undies, bra, stockings and suspender belt, remember this was set in the sixties, that I moved up stage and gave a full on frontal flash of my tits, nipples and, as Orton referred to it in his notes, my beaver!
The scene with Steph was, without doubt the most revealing. Remember we'd gone upstairs after kissing and then another scene was acted out before all of the stage other than the bedroom was darkened. As the lights came up on us we were standing looking at each other in our bras and panties.
The script called for Geraldine to ask me whether I'd ever been with a woman before and for me to reply that I hadn't but had thought about it quite a lot; hmmmm a ring of truth there you'll see if you've been following my progress.
"So Lisa, now's your chance isn't it?" She had to ask me as she unclipped her bra nodding to invite me to do the same.
