Alice Moore - Amorous Actresses

As told by Fancy Jones I was the only one left in the costume shop. Thats what comes of being an undergraduate major in Drama at the U. The teachers leave earliest, then the graduate assistant, then the people who dont care about their work, then theres me left. Me is Fancy Jones; my parents had been reading too much 19th century fiction when I came along. Theyd never read a modern sex book either, because they never told me anything but, Dont. And thats been perfectly satisfactory. Ive had boy friends and all and an occasional hand in a forbidden place, but nothing else. I dont even know what a dick looks like, except from drawings on washroom walls.

I was getting hungry too. But I had one more fitting. The drama department was doing Romeo and Juliet next and we were in the midst of costumes. Dr. Koenig had done the sketches. Now we, as Costumes for the Stage Drama D117 had to follow the costume through from the first to the final fitting Id drawn Mercuctio. He was going to be dressed in black velvet and black tights with silver trim and red slashings, to symbolize the fact that he was going to be slashed in the fight with Tibalt. Dr. Koenig was a little bit more psychological in her explanation, but that was it.

I was going to have to measure let me check my notes, Jim Benson. Id never seen Jim and hed never seen me, but I was supposed to push the end of my tape up beside his testicles see Im so inhibited that I cant even call them balls and see what his inseam was. Id pointed out that he was wearing tights, which didnt have an inseam, but Dr. Koenig said, it was all in the practice. Some of the other students laughed. Ginny had whispered to me, afraid of a handful of balls? She was right.

Oh, where is Jim Benson aka Mercutio? I wanted something to eat. I was dreaming of the hot dogs in the fridge back at the apartment. I could see the thing now ooops, I wonder if Freud would have anything to say about that symbol.

Ahhh Miss?

I turned. What a gorgeous guy. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark mustache and a great body. He was wearing a grey university athletic shirt with short sleeves. On his left arm there was a dark blue tattoo of an eagle perched on a nest, ready to take off. The rest of him was encased in grey sweats. He may have been color coordinated in grey down to his shorts, if he was wearing any. I checked.

Nothing much that I hadnt seen live showing. I glanced at my assignment sheet, Jim Benson, Mercutio?

Right. Got held up.

I couldnt imagine that. With his muscle he could have had the attacker down on the floor begging for mercy in ten seconds.

Stand up on the box please. I have to measure you.

He grinned, I bet you do.

I think I must have blushed, because Jim touched my hand, Didnt mean to offend you.

For such a rugged looking guy, he seemed gentle. Ive been measured before.

Well, why didnt Dr. Koenig just take the measurements out of the files?

I wouldnt have had the privilege of being measured by such a pretty girl.

Youre?

Fancy Jones.

Plain or Fancy, I like you.

I looked at my feet. Id worn a high fashion outfit today, including black boots, a pair of black trousers with pleats and slash pockets. They were really loose. I dont like to display my body. It only attracts men and as mother said well, Id rather not go into that.

I tugged at the sleeves of my bright green sweater and shook my head. The black scarf tied around my long hair at the back scratched my neck.

Jim stepped up on the posing stand, if you want to call it that and turned toward me, legs spread apart. I gulped, pulled the yellow measuring tape through my fingers and began. Biceps. Chest. Neck. Head. Waist. I could feel that he was very muscular under his sweats. His arms certainly showed that when I measured them. I put his feet on the shoe gauge. Big feet. Thirteens.

Somebody had once said but that was something I wasnt going to find out.

I looked at the crotch of his sweats.

They were low. I mean, Id really have to dig to take his inseam measurement. I must a blushed.

He said, We have one more measurement to take.

I know, but

Youre embarrassed? Yes.

I should have worn tighter pants. Then it would have been easier for you.

I nodded as if I knew what I was talking about.

Here, let me make it easier for you. Jim bent forward, his dark eyes fixed on mine and slid his sweats all the way down. When I stood up I really blushed. He was wearing a jock underneath. His legs were hairy. He pulled his sweat shirt up, even though there was nothing that direction left to measure. He was hairy all the way up to his chest. He was grinning at me. Go ahead, take my measurement.

I was still kneeling at the edge of the platform. I could smell him. You know how guys smell. Like in a gym after theyve been practicing. He was looking at me from under his eyebrows.

Maybe the jocks in the way. Before I could stop him, hed slid the jock down. And there it was, my first ever live cock. My throat went dry. I gulped.

It was soft, drooping over his balls. See I can say it. The head was wide, like a mushroom perched on top of a thick stalk. Thicker than a couple of fingers.

Suddenly spit filled my mouth, as if my body had made a decision. I became bold. I pushed the cold metal tab of the tape next to his balls and measured his inseam.

I dropped the bottom end and wrote the measurement down, 36. Tall guy. But I didnt remove my fingers from next to his nuts. I just stared at his cock. It seemed to be growing. There was a oblong slot in the end of it. I guess thats where he let go through.

I glanced up. He was grinning as if he knew something I didnt know. I watched his cock fill up inch by inch, getting less flabby and adding more backbone.

You like that?

Ive never seen one grow like that before.

Touch it. It wont spit at you at least not yet. If you had your pretty mouth wrapped around it it might.

What would mother say? I didnt care: I dropped the tape to the floor and began to feel him up. At first as I squeezed the tube it gave a little. But then as I stroked it his thing became longer, it was harder to squeeze. Finally, I had him all the way up.

Go ahead, take a taste?

Up to this moment, Id thought of a guys thing as nasty. But this was so streamlined and glossy. I pulled forward on his thing and watched his balls move around, framed by his jock.

Go ahead. Suck me.

I dont know what came over me. I just did it. I mean, I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and began to lick on the bottom of it. I must have done something right, because Jim began to move his hips back and forth, forcing my tongue deep under the shaft. The hole in the middle poked under my nose. Then something thick and wet brushed my lips. Had he done it already?

Jim put his hands under his balls and began to play with them. I stopped licking, I can do that.

Then do it, Fancy. Suck and play.

So far Id only been licking. But now I closed my mouth around his thing cock and really went to work. The salty first taste was gone now. And more of that thick stuff leaked out of the opening. I couldnt taste anything.

I pushed his thing as far back in my throat as I could. The glossy head rode along the roof of my mouth. I could feel a soft tube on the bottom. That must be where his stuff came up when he let go. I lapped along it and twisted my head from side to side to allow my tongue to feel the full oval shape.

Jim sighed. For a newcomer youve picked up the technique. Tighter. And let me hold your head.

I nodded, still anxious to suck him as deep as I could. The heat and shape were incredible. I was sucking my first cock and loving it.

Jims hips began to move. He touched my head at the sides and kind of guided my where he wanted me to be. He pulled my mouth off his thing; my tongue flipped all the way out the make contact. He lifted his wet meat up and there were the balls, all covered with black fur.