1. She is the One (Part 17)


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Romance, School, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: jashley13, Rating: 91.2, Source: sexstories.com

    consonant. And you have to do it quickly. Seriously, give it a try. It might piss you off at first but you it’s one of those things you can’t stop trying until you beat it. Giggity giggity. “All right, everyone,” Ms. Locke said once we were all sufficiently out of breath, “Opening night…all I can say to you is let the magic of the words do their work and you will be fine. The play has life and we are the conduits.” Whatever. “Break a leg everyone and make me proud!” Yeah, could have done without that last part. I’ll just remember the ‘break a leg’ part. We filtered out, heading for the backstage doors and trying our damndest to not step on each others’ costumes. Kayla and I were clutching hands. Every step closer to the stage only drew more attention to the fact that my mouth was dry and my stomach felt like it was made of sandpaper. Remember your lines…remember your lines … Everyone else was looking fairly nervous as well. I mean, yeah, we’d done the lines a million times but…well, add in several hundred people staring at you and suddenly it became a whole hell of a lot more nerve-wracking. Ms. Locke kept talking about how you would relax into it, get the audience going, have them laugh a few times, but she had absolutely no advice for how to soothe the initial sour feeling in your stomach except to just go for it. I think I heard the same advice in the Famous Last Words book. Kayla accompanied me backstage, though she wasn’t actually needed until Scene Four. Nick Tallorn ...
    sidled up alongside us, trying to catch her eye, but she stoically ignored him. Yeah, I still had to talk to him. It had been a month since Jessica’s party and I still hadn’t talked to him, mostly because he only really tried to show off during rehearsal. We never saw him during the regular school day. Kayla squeezed my hand and shivered. “Does it feel cold to you?” she asked in a quavering whisper. “A little,” I muttered back. But whatever shivers I had were not from the low temperature. Hell, the heavy cloth of my costume would have kept me warm at the North Pole. “I think I need to go to the bathroom,” she whispered. “Then go.” “Not until you go on.” “Sweetie,” I said, turning to her with a smile, “If you need to go, then go. I’ll be fine.” “Not until you’re on the stage,” she said in her I’m-getting-my-way voice. I shrugged and gave her a kiss on the forehead, tasting the chalkiness of her makeup. Through the crack in the curtains, we watched the lights in the auditorium dim and Ms. Locke’s voice came on over the speakers: “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to tonight’s performance of The Winter’s Tale , by William Shakespeare. Please silence your cell phones and no texting during the performance. There will be a brief intermission between Acts Three and Four. We hope you enjoy the performance.” Nick and the actor playing Archidamus pushed past us, Nick making sure to give Kayla a wide grin as he passed. She gave him a withering look. “I’ll talk to him, I ...