Being in my last year of high school, I was not always the prettiest girl in the room. None-the-less, the boys loved me for my good will, and large breasts. I had the build of a girl that should play sports; although I seldom did. My birthday was a week away, and I was going to be 18. I wanted to do something fun for my birthday that was just for me. I was thinking about maybe a total make-over and a road trip to Calgary to party. I had plenty of friends, and most people knew me as someone who stood up for herself and anyone else being targeted. I had some enemies, but no one would ever admit to it.
I never really got into sports, but I loved theatre. A month before my birthday were auditions for Cinderella. Our school was infamous for our amazing productions, and we always preformed them in our theatre, right inside our school. When I walked in and saw that the back of the director's head wasn't the head I was used to looking at, I realized that interns were producing the show, and my new director, Mr. Lucsan, was not even nearing 30. He was a very attractive man with a full scruffy beard, and shaggy hair. I sat with my friends and found out that he was also helping the art class by posing for clay work of the Apostles. My friends doing the project told me that he had a nipple ring, and I would never have expected to hear that. His style wasn't the bad boy type – actually he almost dressed like my grandpa. It didn't matter; either way I was immediately attracted to him
I ended up getting the role of the wicked step-mother, and I wasn't particularly accustomed to being that type of person, so I decided to ask for help. Fridays we got out of school at 1:00 and I approached Mr. Lucsan, asking him to help me form a character. His shirt was almost transparent, and I was admiring his sexiness when he beckoned me to his side.
"Isabel? You're not listening to me are you?" He laughed. "Come here and read this line to me!"
"Sorry… thinking about math." I fumbled my words trying to cover my embarrassment of staring at his well-formed chest. I walked to his side, and leaned over the back of his chair, gently resting my hand on his shoulder. I knew he could feel the warmth of my body because he immediately got tense. My boobs were nearly stroking his cheek with every breath I took, and I could feel my nipples rubbing against my shirt as I became increasingly turned on. "You've had a busy day?" I began to read the text above his extended finger. "The impertinence! After your father died everyone said I should have thrown you out on the street."
After about 20 minutes of work, we both had to leave but I could tell he had felt the same things I had when I was close to him. The magnetism between us was undeniable and I wanted to continue touching him even after he got into his car across the street from mine. I went home, a little disappointed, thinking about making him my birthday present.
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Mr. Lucsan and I began spending more time alone together over the next month, mostly working on my character, talking about our life's or the drama backstage.
A week after my birthday, my life started to get hectic and I talked to Mr. Lucsan about it because he was becoming a stable factor in my life, and someone I trusted.
"And now my mom is going to have to have surgery. Everything is just getting out of hand! I don't know if I can handle it all," I babbled. By this time I was beginning to forget ever wanting him because he was more like a friend than a sex object in my mind. "I'm afraid it's going to interfere with the show, or with my school work. I just can't let that happen!" He got out of his chair and rolled it beside me before he sat down again.
