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She is the One (Part 17)

Date: 1/19/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Romance, School, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: jashley13, Rating: 91.2, Source: sexstories.com

making us all feel like crap before we go on again.” Her nostrils flared. “Oh, it won’t be my attitude that ruins this play, Mr. Harrison. It’ll be all of your improvisation! What the heck was that? Who said you needed to be drunk in Scene Three? You sold me on Scene Two, but Scene Three ?” “I thought it worked,” Jessica piped up. Ms. Locke rubbed her temples. “It’s all falling apart in front of me and none of you can see it,” she grumbled, “Just…go over your lines and make sure the scene half holds together better, okay? I’ve worked too hard for this.” She stalked out of the room, leaving behind a very gloomy atmosphere. Oh, she worked too hard for this? Right, and we were all just standing on stage with our dicks in our hands while she did the actual work. God damn it, really? Really ? Was that called for? Everyone else looked about as bummed out as I was. And we still had another half of the play to go. What was even the point of that? If she had notes, leave them until the end, or at the very least act like we were doing something right. Not boot in the door and start screaming about how much we sucked. And she was supposed to be professional. Jesus Christ. Kayla was looking more down than I had seen her in a long time. “What the hell was wrong with my first scene?” she demanded, “Seriously, what?” “Nothing,” I replied, “She’s just being a bitch.” She huffed and leaned back in her seat. “And your whole improv thing was great! It worked. It really did.” “Thanks, baby.” ... She leaned against my shoulder. “Is it bad that I really don’t give a shit what she thinks and just want to do it my way? I mean, she isn’t going to kick me out of the play now.” “No, but what about other plays?” “True…” She sighed. “I can’t wait to get home and just cuddle with you.” I put an arm around her. “You can cuddle with me now.” She gave me a small smile and leaned up to whisper in my ear. “Our special kind of cuddling.” Her tongue snaked out and lightly traced my earlobe. Damn…there’s no way she’s clueless about what that does to me. I looked down at her and grinned. “You know,” I said casually, “We could have some ‘special cuddling’ right now.” Her eyes widened. “Really?” “We don’t go on again for a while,” I said, leering at her. She giggled behind her hand. “Naughty boy,” she whispered, “I think all our public fornication is going to your brain.” “If it is, it’s your fault.” She shrugged. “Pretty much. Where are we going to do it?” I took her hand and said, “Come on.” The bathrooms and the dressing room were out, since there was the inherent risk of someone walking in and catching us. Instead, I led her backstage, past the crew members setting up for the second half of the play, and up the stairs that led to the loft of the stage. The loft was where we kept the unused flats and bits and pieces of furniture and props between plays. As such, it was a cluttered mess of neck-breaking hazards that we all tried our best to stay away from. As such, it was the perfect ...