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

    promise,” I whispered to her as quietly as I could. She mimed punching him in the face and I had to stifle a laugh. The curtains opened onto Nick and the other actor (Mark was his name; I didn’t know him well) and the play began. They did pretty well, all things considered. No way this was the best they’d ever done it but, again, first performance. It was halfway through their scene when I realized, shit , that I was going on soon. Holy damn…I was going on in, what, a minute? Maybe less? A twitch was developing in my leg and the sandpaper feeling returned to my mouth. Shit, shit, shit. What was my first line? Uhhhhh…something about…thanking him…who’s him? Who am I thanking? For what? Where all the lines in my mind had once been crisp and clear, it was now fuzzy. Foggy. Empty. Shit ! Was there a script nearby? Maybe I could glance at it real quick, just to be sure. I hadn’t even turned halfway around before I realized that everyone else in my scene was piled behind me, Jeremy right next to me already with his arm around my shoulders. No way back now. Wait, Mark was finishing up his last line. That means…I’m supposed to go on! What am I supposed to be doing? Crying or something? I glanced frantically at Jeremy, who was laughing his head off. Laughing! That’s right! I roared with laughter as well, remembering to sway drunkenly against him, tossing in a hiccup every once in a while for good measure. I was standing under the spotlight. The bright light glared in my face, nearly ...
    blinding me as I stared out into the darkness. I could make out the silhouettes of people in the audience but what really caught me off-guard was the feeling of their gaze. I could feel them watching me, like a thousand spotlights brighter than the one currently one me. I knew my family was out there and they’d love me no matter what, but…hell, I don’t even know who else was out there. Joe? Belle? Craig ? I knew the Hannigans wouldn’t be able to make tonight’s performance (they were planning on coming the next day). Who else from school? Was I going to make an ass of myself? Shit, Jeremy’s almost done talking. What’s my line? What’s my line? Uhhhhh…fuck! Jeremy looked at me and, for one brief, terrifying, horrible second, I completely blanked. I had nothing. I remembered nothing. I was going to ruin the play. Then, by pure act of God, a cog fell into place and everything became clear again. “Stay your thanks a while And pay them when you part.” And like that, it all started to flow. The lines, the motivation, the actions. It was there again. It wasn’t that I was ignoring the audience. That was impossible. Instead, I just accepted them. Yes, they were there, but I had a job to do and, damn it, I was going to do it. I was still nervous as hell and may have stuttered a line or two but I ran with it. You didn’t really have a choice on-stage. The lines flowed out of me as easily as during rehearsal. I looked where I needed to, said my lines as I needed to, flailed my hands as I ...
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