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I stepped off the bus double checking the address on the slip of paper I held in my hand. The small theatre I’d been told to arrive at appeared to be just around the corner. I was early yet, and decided to take advantage of the time walking into a nearby Starbucks ordering a coffee. While I sat sipping that, I checked myself out in a small mirror I kept in my purse.

Taking a moment to run my fingers through my short dark hair, sassing it up just a bit. I likewise checked out my almost non-existent lipstick and makeup. The part I was auditioning for in the little known play, was for a lesbian, though in the beginning, she wasn’t supposed to see herself as one, only mildly curious. I laughed to myself as I sat there staring at my reflection. The truth was…I was. When I’d gone in for my initial interview I had felt like the part fit me perfectly. And so had the assistant casting director after she’d looked me over and given me a small part to read.

It wasn’t a big role by any means. I only had a few lines, and one semi-steamy scene where I’d been asked if I’d be comfortable exposing my breasts on stage briefly. I’d never done any kind of a nude scene before, even a brief one. Aside from a few provocative photos my ex-boyfriend had taken, that was pretty much the extent of my exhibitionist side. Needless to say, I was more than a bit nervous.

In addition to my short sassy dark hair, which I didn’t think looked too butch, and which the director didn’t want either, the fact I also didn’t have overly large breasts though I had certainly received several nice comments on them, and plenty of admiring looks from both men and women in the past. They were still pretty nice sized, without being too big. And interestingly enough, I hardly ever wore a bra as it was, most of the time enjoying the freedom of not having to do so. And besides, in the play I wouldn’t be wearing one either, making it easier when the time came for me to simply reach down, pull my tee shirt over my head, turn…and then walk into the bedroom where it was hoped my new found girlfriend would then follow me. Her ex lover, supposedly there in the sitting room trying to entice the woman I’d just met into going back to her. Like I said, it was a small role with only a couple of lines.

I sat at the table sipping my coffee. “Well? Are you coming or not?” I looked at myself in the mirror, saying it again, a bit differently this time. “Well…are you…coming or not?” I didn’t like that one, and said it again the way I had the first time. Not realizing another woman had taken a seat at the small table next to mine.

“Just say where and when!” I suddenly heard, turning. I blushed, realizing the slightly older, yet good-looking woman had heard me. I laughed, apologizing.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t realize I was speaking so loudly,” I informed her. “I’m ah…auditioning for a small part in a play,” I further explained.

“Oh, I see…sorry to hear that, I hoped for a moment there, that you might actually be propositioning me,” she laughed back, not at all being serious, though perhaps flirting a little. Which caught me off guard just a bit. I took those few moments to study her as she stood up taking her coffee with her, approaching me.

“May I?” She asked

“Please do,” I invited.

I noticed the woman was tall, had shoulder length strawberry colored hair that was lustrous and seemed to catch the morning sun just right, hinting at the various hues and streaks of differing colors in her hair. For a moment, it almost looked as though her hair was on fire, sitting next to the window the way she was with the sun shining through it. She had green, though perhaps more like hazel colored eyes, full sensual lips that were quite noticeable, especially when she smiled. She looked professional, business like, wearing a matching skirt and jacket, though I noticed her more than ample breasts seemed to be straining against the fairly sheer white blouse she had on beneath it. I could see the dainty lace pattern in the bra she was wearing, and for a split second in time as she took her seat, found myself actually wondering what her breasts might look like.

“My names Carol,” she said introducing herself, extending her hand to me. “So…you’re auditioning for a play are you?”

“Jessica,” I responded back taking her hand shaking it. “And yes I am. Not a big part, only a small one. But hopefully if I land this part, maybe I’ll get a chance at an even bigger one next time.”

“So what’s the part?” She asked taking an interest.

“Well, it’s for the role of a young curious woman named Cindy. She’s just met this lesbian in a bar, who has invited her to come home with her, which she does. Only she’s never actually been with another woman before, but has decided she now wants to. Though she hasn’t told the Rachel, the other character in the play, who’s invited her to come home with her that fact either. Anyway, they arrive, there’s a bit of kissing, some light petting, and then there’s a knock on the door. The girl whose apartment it is naturally goes to it, and finds her ex-lover standing there. She comes in. There’s a moment of indecision of course, this internal struggle as the ex-girl friend pleads with her to take her back. That sort of thing. That’s when I make my own decision, finding this sudden threat to my very first opportunity to satisfy my curiosity about being with a woman. So I reach down, grab the hem of my tee shirt and pull it off, letting her see my breasts for a moment. I then turn, walk into her bedroom…”

“And that’s when you say, “Well? Are you coming… or not?”

“Exactly!” I laughed hearing this mature, very attractive woman speaking the lines I’d meant to say. And saying them in exactly the way I now wished I had myself first spoken them. “Say that again,” I said surprising her.

She smiled, sitting back in her chair looking at me. “Well? Are you coming…or not?”

I liked how she said it. She’d paused just briefly, just enough, giving emphasis to the word ‘coming’ which hinted at a double meaning perhaps. Just hearing her say it the way she had, had sounded like she was asking about that, and not actually asking about if the woman was going to join her or not. But if she was going to cum with her or not. I liked it, and told her so.

“Well after what you told me…about the curious character Cindy? I think she sees this ex-lover as a real threat to her chance at finding out what it’s like to make love to another woman. And given the situation, it appears this is her one shot at achieving that. She needs to express that ultimatum to the other woman, as though this is her one and only shot to enjoy that herself. So the question is then, does she? Or does she go running back to the ex-girlfriend, someone she’s obviously already been with. Does she want to deal with whatever problems existed that separated the two of them in the first place? Or…does she look to the future for something new and different?”

“That’s…that’s it exactly!” I exclaimed grinning from ear to ear.

“So…how does it turn out?” Carol asked.

Once again I laughed. “I don’t really know. I wasn’t given a copy of the entire play to read yet, only this scene, as it’s the only scene I’m auditioning for. So really…I don’t have a clue.”

She smiled finishing her coffee, and then looking at her wristwatch. “Well, I best be off. But good luck with your audition. And if I were you…I’d try reading it just that way. I think it has more of an impact for one thing, and certainly gets her point across quite clearly without coming right out and saying…I want to fuck you.”

I think my mouth was hanging open when she said that. Reason being…if I didn’t know any better, I could have sworn, she’d just told me…that she actually wanted to do just that. Fuck me! I sat looking at her for a moment more, just as she did. It was perhaps just a split second in total, but it was time enough for the hesitation on both of our parts to speak volumes. She then smiled again, turning. “Like I said…good luck.”

I sat watching her through the window as she walked down the street. Which is also when I felt the moisture pooling between my legs, something I hadn’t realized until that very moment.

“Damn! Double-damn!” I said to myself. Wishing now that I’d at least gotten her number, or given her mine. And then the more I sat there thinking about it, the more I realized it was probably wishful thinking on my part. I convinced myself that hadn’t actually been a come on. In the first place, there was nothing about her that actually hinted at her being a lesbian herself. Not that she had any sort of look one way or the other, as many didn’t, including myself.

But then again…I wasn’t a lesbian either. I’d never even touched another woman before, though I had certainly thought about it. Still having a few more minutes, I collected myself, finished my coffee, silently spoke the line once more the way she’d said it. And then headed out onto the sidewalk myself. It was time to audition.


I was both surprised and disappointed upon entering the theater. The place was packed! Still standing outside in the foyer, I realized there must have been three dozen young women standing there, all auditioning for two very small parts. The only good thing was, each of them appeared and looked just as nervous as I did.

“Alright girls, listen up please?” Someone spoke, and then as we all turned facing to where the sound of the voice had come from, a woman perhaps in her mid thirties stood there holding onto some sort of a clipboard. “Today we’re auditioning for the roles of Cindy, the pickup girl from the bar, and for the role of Danny, the ex-girlfriend. If you’ll all follow me into the theatre, I would like all the Cindy’s seated on the left side, and all the Danny’s seated on the right side. We’ll call you up in pairs and then walk through the scene a couple of times each. The first will be a simple practice and instruction, the second will be the audition itself. We will expect live action and performance, which for the Cindy’s will include removal of your upper garments. So I do hope you have come prepared and are expecting to do that.”

There was a bit of nervous chattering along with a few giggles as everyone filed into the small auditorium, the small un-set stage just beyond. I now recognized the woman who had just spoken to us as the woman I had first interviewed with. She now took a seat just in front of the stage along with an older man, and a slightly older looking woman, both of whom she briefly conferred with. She then walked up onto the stage carrying her clipboard, which she placed down on a small table. She then called out two names, one from each side who then walked up towards the stage as she briefly set and described the scene. I sat looking on, somewhat elated that I’d at least have this opportunity to see how the other girls spoke the part, how they looked, their facial expressions long before I hopefully had to do so.

I had even taken quite a bit of an unexpected interest when it came to the moment in the scene where the character Cindy removed the shirt she was wearing, thus exposing and revealing her breasts. Though most of the girls were indeed small busted, one or two had rather large sized breasts, and though interesting to see them admittedly, I felt like they were more of a deterrent to the scene being acted than actually adding to it. All you really did look at where the tits, not the woman, and certainly not to what she was saying when she spoke those all too familiar lines.

“Well? Are you coming or not?”


Thirty minutes later after having seen several girls go up on stage and perform, Jessica was now having doubts about herself. She had seen several girls who she thought had done a very good job, not to mention having nice attractive bodies too, all of which had been a bit smaller in the bust, which she felt they were truly looking for. One young woman having amazing nipples, though whether those would be looked at as being attractive and adding to the part, or like the larger breasted women, being more of a detraction, she wasn’t sure. Still…she now wondered if she truly had any real chance at all.

“Jessica Weatherly? Susan Johnston? You’re next!”

It took a moment for me to realize that my name had actually been called, but then I did, jumping up from my seat, heading towards the stage. I felt like I had a stone the size of a basketball sitting in my gut, not to mention my throat suddenly being dry as the two of us now stood there, listening to Kathy describe for us the scene. Something we both of course already knew.

“Kathy? I think I’d like to do the scene with these girls myself this time.”

Kathy, Susan and myself all turned as one towards the sound of the voice. Once again it took a moment, and then I gasped in surprise. It was Carol! The woman I had spoken with earlier inside Starbucks!

Kathy grinned turning back around facing the two of us, though announcing to everyone as she did. “Everyone? In case you don’t know, or aren’t aware of who she is…this is Carol May. She’s the featured star of our little off Broadway play, as well as being a very well know, female producer and director. She is the first woman to actually produce erotic films designed especially for women.”

I had heard the name, had in fact seen a couple of movies she’d produced, and had found them not pornographic at all, but very sensual, very erotic and very emotionally moving.

I stood in total disbelieve as Carol came up to stand between us, speaking to us momentarily. She looked at me only briefly, a small smile coming into her face.

“Ok, you already know your places…and your lines correct?”

All I could do was nod my head, still in a small state of shock here.

“Good,” she said once again turning towards me specifically. “Just say them the way I taught you to do earlier,” she winked. Now I smiled though once again nodding my head. Susan walked over to the blue line that had been taped out on the floor, where the imaginary door was, me…taking my own mark a bit more centered on the stage, Carol now standing in front of me.

“Ok, let’s pick up the scene where the two of you are holding one another, kissing and fondling each other just a little, swaying slightly to the music playing. There wasn’t any music, that too was pretend, but Carol then took me into her arms, holding me, actually kissing me on the neck, gently swaying there with me for a moment. She then whispered. “Touch me…like it was for real.”

I brought my hand up, cupping her soft yet firm breast. She had of course changed out of the clothes she’d been wearing earlier, now dressed more simply, yet even then smartly as I gingerly caressed her, kissing her back, tilting my head just a little as she mouthed my neck nipping at it gently. A flood of shivers now running up and down my spine, the feel of her hand now touching me, caressing my own breast through the thin layered material of the tee I was wearing.

“OK…knock! Knock!” Kathy announced loudly.

Moments later I was standing there looking at her, my line coming up. Reaching down now, pulling up my tee shirt removing it, standing there on stage, bare breasted, the thrill and excitement of doing so readily apparent. My nipples hard as rocks, though not so much from the sudden coolness of the air, as from the actual tingling arousal I was still feeling from the touch of her hand and fingers actually teasing it only moments ago.

I turned walking towards the red line, representing the bedroom, reaching it, turning looking back, and then said. “Well? Are you coming…or not?”

“And…cut!” Kathy announced standing. “Very nice, thank you…”

“One moment…I’d like to try something,” Carol suddenly said surprising everyone. Though no one obviously dared make an issue out of it when she did. “I think I’d like to change the scene…just a little. Make it a bit more sensual, more provocative. And I think it will give the scene a bit more dramatic effect as well. Having Danny’s character entering the apartment, using her own key in doing so as opposed to knocking and being invited in. She comes in…and there is Cindy, and Rachel, dancing and swaying together in the middle of the floor, just as we were doing, except…they are both topless, thus there is more intimacy already being expressed and shown. This then heightens the intensity and uncertainty of each one of the characters in a much more dramatically defined way. So…let’s do it again, but this time, beginning with the two women having already removed their tops.”

I hadn’t even bothered putting mine back on yet when Kathy had called cut the first time. Carol now unbuttoned her blouse, and then her bra removing them both, tossing them off haphazardly towards where Kathy was standing. Once again Susan moved back to the blue tape on the floor, looking a touch bewildered, as Carol and I moved back out center stage. Once again she whispered to me before Kathy called action.

“Now you can really touch me,” she grinned, this time leaning in to kiss me deeply as our mouths met, tongues already beginning to dance within one another’s mouths, fingers and hands exploring, the hardness of her sweet tender nipple locked between my fingers as I cupped her breast, scissoring it between them.

“Ready? And then action!” Kathy spoke once again. As once again…we did the scene, only this time truly caressing, toying and kissing one another, all the way up through my line when I walked away, reaching the door turning back towards her.

“Well? Are you coming…or not?”


I had retaken my seat back in the audience after redressing again. Carol remained on stage of course, playing her own part intermixing with the last few girls still waiting their turns. Finally, everyone who’d come there to audition had done so. We all now sat as Carol who had put her blouse back on, though it remained unbuttoned, her beautiful breasts still partially showing, stood with Kathy and the older man and woman, all of which were no doubt voicing and expressing their opinions on who had won the parts. Minutes later they had come to a consensus as Kathy retook the stage.

“Before I announce who we’ve decided on, I just wanted to thank each and every one of you for taking the time out to come here and audition for us today. This wasn’t an easy choice. We have a lot of fine young actors with amazing potential to be choosing from. However, I believe we have also made that choice. So, I’d like to announce the following. For the role of Danny? And the role of Cindy? Would Marsha Jensen, and Patricia Green stand up please?”

There were a few audible moans and groans, though a smattering of hands clapping in congratulations as well. Though not many. The two girls of course squealing in delight upon hearing their names.

My heart sank. Though not too unexpectedly, both girls had indeed been very good, so I shouldn’t have been too terribly surprised or upset. And yet, I was. Marsha? Patricia? You two will be the first under studies, in the event that the next two chosen actors cannot perform for any reason. Jessica Weatherly and Tracy Monroe…congratulations. You have been awarded the roles of Cindy and Rachel respectively.

One again I was stunned. I had heard my name, saw the knowing smile on Carol’s face as she stood there looking at me, even as the first two girls names were called.

“Thank you everyone for coming, and we do hope you will come and audition for us again sometime. As for Jessica? Tracy? Marsha and Patricia? If you could stay for a few moments please? We have a few details to go over with you, as well as getting you a complete copy of the entire play.”

Carol walked over speaking to me briefly. “When you’re done here…come see me in the back. I have a small little dressing room. I’d like to speak to you after you’re finished here,” she informed me, and with that leaned over giving me a quick brief kiss on the cheek.

My mind was a jumble of emotions for one thing. Elation, excitement, a bit of confusion still too perhaps. And then of course…curiosity. Why had Carol asked to see me, to speak with me again, unless it was simply to congratulate me, which I figured most likely. After being handed my copy of the entire play, and after Kathy had given us a rehearsal schedule, we were all then excused. I waited for a moment, allowing the others to wander off, leaving, before turning and heading back past the curtain where Kathy now stood holding it open for me.

“She’s around back, in there,” she grinned. “Congratulations by the way. I really am looking forward to working with you…as I know Carol is.”

Just a short distance away I could see the door that Kathy had pointed towards. It had Carol’s name on it, “Carol May”. I knocked.

“Come in,” she answered the moment I had. I opened it stepping in. She stood in front of the small dressing table, already uncorking a wine bottle. “It’s not Champagne, but it is a very nice wine,” she told me pouring a glass, handing it to me. “We’ll save the bubbly after we’ve received our first reviews,” she grinned clinking her glass against my own. She still hadn’t bothered to button up her blouse as yet either. Her full beautiful breasts still peeking at me from beneath the partially folded material of her blouse. It took a moment for me to tear my eyes away from her, looking back up once again at her face. She finished her drink sitting it down, turned walking over to where I suddenly noticed a large couch was.

“Well, Are you coming…or not?”

I laughed then, as she did. Reaching down once more, yanking my tee shirt over my head, just as she stood slipping out of her own blouse allowing it to fall to the floor near her feet. I reached her in seconds, once again our mouths coming together, tongues fencing wildly, furiously. Her hands already fumbling with the button on my jeans, and then yanking down on the zipper as I too unzipped the skirt she was wearing, watching it fall down around where her blouse lay. She then pushed me against the wall, I felt her pinning my hands over my head. As she did, she bent down, kissing my neck, and then continuing to kiss further down as she held me. My head was spinning, my breath frantic, panting as I felt her lips first encircling one breast, and then the other.

“Do you remember what I said to you earlier?” She asked.

“Yes!” I moaned deeply, knowing the truth now.

“And what was that?” She asked, still kissing, still nipping my breasts, teasing my nipples with her mouth back and forth, back and forth.

“You said…you, you wanted to fuck me!” I groaned again as she finally released my hands, now pushing me turning me towards the couch, literally pushing me down on to it. She dropped to the floor in front of me, grabbing the bottoms of my jeans, yanking on them as my pants came off, and with them as though a magic act, the small bikini panties I had also been wearing.

“I still do. And you? Would you like to fuck me as well Jessica? Would you indeed like to find out what it’s like making love to another woman? Fucking her? Tasting her cunt? While she in turn tastes yours?”

“Oh yes! Yes! Fuck yes!” I wailed as she finished pulling my jeans off entirely, now leaving me naked, just as she was.

Carol crawled on top of me, pinning me to the couch. Once again her hands taking mine, stretching them up and over my head, her mouth on my mouth, kissing, sucking my tongue. I could feel her breasts mashing into my own, nipple kissing nipple, digging into my flesh as she softly, yet heatedly used her own breasts in caressing mine with.

“Before I fuck you, I’m going to taste you,” she said hotly. “You have been eaten before yes?”

“Yes..yes of course,” I responded back, though my voice quivered excitedly as I did so.

“Just not by another woman before correct?”

“Correct,” I responded back again finding it difficult to talk. Already I could feel the juices pooling inside my cunt, threatening to overflow, run down between my legs, that’s how hot I really was.

“And you of course then…have never gone down on another woman’s pussy then have you?”

“No…no, I haven’t.”

“But you want to.”

“Yes…oh god yes, I do!”

“And you will, but like I said…not until I have shown you what it’s like,” she said now teasing me, once again kissing and sucking my breasts, one hand fondling, her mouth and lips sucking torturing the other. I was in heaven.

But I had no idea what heaven really was until she moved lower, only then her lips and mouth beginning to tickle and hint at the pleasures to come. I felt her tongue lightly dance between my lips, the moisture I’d already secreted now bathing her face. She mewled wantonly, licking, lapping, her tongue not yet seeking out, nor finding my clit. Both hands still upon my breasts as I placed mine over them, enjoying the tender feel of her caress, pinching and pulling now on my own supersensitive nipples as she cupped my breasts, holding them for me, still kneading them like a contented cat.

And then her lips found my sweet center. I felt her tongue lash out rapidly, yet softly…almost fleetingly against my clit. I felt dizzy, even more light headed than I had ever felt before, just as the pressure increased, as her fingers now joined, seeking the depths of my soul, fingering the erotic juices that now poured from within me like a molten volcano.

I couldn’t help but thrash wildly beneath her, the intensity of what she was doing to me driving me nearly mad with lust and desire for her.

“Come for me baby…come for me. Let me taste that sweet honey nectar, even more so than what I already am,” she purred once again lapping away, now fingering, thrusting and finding my “G” spot, triggering what I knew was going to be one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life.

I had no idea. When I came, it was beyond anything I had ever felt ever experienced before. My mind went numb with the sheer pleasure of it, pure bliss. And even as I came, continued to cum, she moved up once again towards me. I felt her slide beneath me, one leg over mine, the other under. And then in seconds, the press of her equally bare cunt kissing mine. I felt her press, pressing back. Orgasm still claiming me as another washed over me. I fucked her, she fucked me back. Pussy to pussy, kissing like two mouths, clits rubbing, juices spurting from each one of us. I had never done that before…and now was. Just as she was. I felt her squirt, felt the fine misty spray of her delicious spending bathing me, just as I now was doing to her.

And then as one, we slowed, still moving, still thrusting though ever so slowly…so gently, gradually coming down.

“Holy fucking shit!”

She laughed, still moving against me. “You liked that huh? Liked getting fucked by a woman?”

“Oh yes! God yes!” I said once again moving against her, hearing the sounds of two very wet, two very delicious sweet smelling cunts as they continued to kiss, to press, to devour one another.

“So…think this will help with your performance now? Knowing what it’s like? What it really feels like? Being with another woman now?”

I slid out from beneath her, now pressing her back, slithering down her beautiful body, kissing and now sucking her breasts, working my way down lower still.

“Perhaps not entirely yet,” I moaned softly, licking her for the first time. “But I’m certainly willing to rehearse until I do, especially now that I have the part.”

“You do that baby…you certainly do. And I certainly am…coming for you. Again.”

And she did too.


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