This is the start of a series of fantasies based vaguely on my life. I don't know exactly how many parts it will be, but it won't be in chronological order although I will provide a list starting with the second one to indicate where things go. The next story I post will be the next part of 'Control: Who Wants It?'. This is a fantasy. All characters portrayed in this story are at least eighteen years of age. The characters depicted are both seniors in high school and are of legal age to be depicted in this story.
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"All right, two minutes." It was my senior year of high school and I was about to go on stage for the final performance of Dracula's Revenge. I was playing the title role. I wasn't the tallest guy in my grade, although at five foot nine I was hardly short. As the title would suggest after being defeated (the play we did last year) he is revived by Renfield to get revenge on some unsavory relatives. I was in the green room just finished from makeup and I was going over my lines one last time when my friend Charlotte walked up to me. Charlotte is maybe an inch or two shorter than me, with dark eyes and long raven hair, she is no anorexic supermodel, but she looked healthy. I had had a crush on her since we met, strong personality as well as really hot. I have always been attracted to women with strong personalities, I don't want a girl to submit to me. She smiled and it was difficult to focus as she was dressed as a fetish dream nurse (or at least as close as you were going to get away with in a high school play. That being said the final performance was notorious for being a bit risqué as we could afford to take risks without fear of the play being cancelled. Charlotte's costume also included a riding crop (the idea was to hint that she was a dominatrix) and without warning she struck me from behind, several times. My ass was on fire and the fire spread to my groin as I felt my cock instantly harden and I was certain that it had never been harder in my life. I turned to her she laughed, although low so that we wouldn't disturb the performance.
"Charlotte, can you tell that I'm blushing?" She grinned wider.
"Yes, but don't worry it doesn't show on your face." I breathed a slow sigh of relief.
"Good, because my parents are in the audience and I don't really want them to ask why." She laughed again and led me off to the side out of the way. Without warning she grabbed my shirt and pulled me into a kiss. It wasn't until she broke the kiss abruptly that I actually stopped to think about the fact that we had never kissed, we were friends no more. At least that is what I always thought.
"Charlotte, wha...?" however before I could finish she put a finger to my mouth and shook her head while still smiling, but now there was a glint in her eye making the smile appear mischievous. Suddenly she dropped to a squatting position and lowered my pants before pulling out my painfully hard cock. My dick was by no means huge, about six inches, but she didn't look disappointed as she gave me one long lick up the length. A tingling ran up the length as she licked and I felt as if I was getting harder. She swirled her tongue around the head and I didn't think I could hold out for long. She abruptly stopped, looked up and whispered.
"Don't hold back, we don't have time." So I looked down at the cleavage her costume exposed and imagined her without the costume in an effort to cum quickly. In the back of my mind I vaguely thought about the fact that on stage was only a matter of feet away and anyone passing through could spot us despite the dim light backstage. She opened her mouth to engulf the head. Her mouth was so wet and warm and the look she gave me as she looked up was one of eager hunger. The speed increased as she worked her way down the shaft. She reached the base and I could feel her moving her tongue as she sucked. Suddenly her tongue hit as sensitive spot and I came down her throat. I kept coming and it seemed as if I continued without end. At last it ended.
Charlotte carefully cleaned me up and made a bit of a show of swallowing. She fixed my pants, stood and theatrically licked her lips. It was then that I got my cue to go onstage. It wasn't easy to be Dracula after a beautiful girl gives you a blowjob. However I managed to get through it without embarrassing myself. After the play I found Charlotte talking to my parents, who were trying to avoid looking disapproving of her outfit as they knew she was a very good friend of mine. As I approached Charlotte was the first to take notice and waved me over. As I reached them my mother turned to me.
"That was great. Charlotte has offered to drive you home afterward. Just don't be too loud when you come in." My mom was being quite reasonable about this because I was actually pretty shy, except when acting on stage and so they were happy to see me out with friends. Once my parents left I turned to Charlotte.
"Charlotte, what are you up to, I don't remember you saying anything about giving me a ride?" She leaned in and in a low voice spoke to me.
"I helped you out, I thought I'd give you a chance to make it up to me." So we changed out of our costumes and I washed the makeup of my face before she led me to her car. I was feeling nervous on the drive and then I realized I didn't actually know where we were going.
