I swear, you can smell the teen hormones coming off the stage from the back of the house. It doesn't help that this show is, while not porn, certainly the most overly sexual show about a bunch of teens to come out of the 1950s. And no, it's not Grease. I hate Grease, but this show might be worse in quality.
So I'm walking around before the rehearsal for whatever reason, and one of the girls comes up to me and looks around like she's worried. "Do you... have condoms?" she asked me.
As I explained, this isn't an odd question because body mics and so forth. What made it slightly odd was that she looked like she didn't want anyone else to hear, and also that she doesn't wear a body mic. But I figured maybe she was asking for someone else and the fucking den mother of this brood is unable to say the word "condom" above a whisper.
"Sure, come with me." She followed me back to the booth where I keep the stash of protective latex. "Who needs one?" I asked as I pulled out the box.
"Me. Well, not me, but I need one for, you know..." She trailed off.
"Oh. So this isn't about body mics then?"
"Kim said you had some, you know, that are for other things." Kim is the cute lead with whom I talked last time. I guess she's spreading it around that I've got the hookup. I wish kids would buy their own condoms, but depending on age and temperament, that might be a bit much to ask. Just doing my part to promote safe sex.
I took stock of this girl. She can't be more than 16, if that. Because I'm a lech, she's definitely cute, tiny little thing, little budding breasts under her T-shirt, not much curve, like a little girl. I vaguely remember being her age and sex-starved. She must have been eager if she was willing to approach me and ask for condoms. I'm not sure I would have had the stones at her age.
"So you've got some sexy plans?" She nodded, looking at the floor bashfully. "Good for you for being safe."
I think she expected me to tell her no or shame her or something. "You're okay with it? I mean, Kim said you were cool, but..."
"Why, because you're too young?"
"I'm underage."
"Is he?"
"No." She looked like she was expecting me to look shocked.
"Who's the lucky guy?"
He's not one of the adults. Not that I necessarily would have judged that either, but at her age I might worry a little. He's just older than eighteen and she isn't. Risky, but I think a lot of statutory rape laws are ridiculous, and I said as much.
"Why didn't he come to me for condoms? If he wants to get busy, he ought to take some responsibility." Yes guys, take some damn responsibility. If a girl is going to let you have the privilege of fucking her, the least you can do is do the awkward thing and ask me for condoms.
She looked chagrined. "I want to do it. He said he would but I had to get the condom."
"That seems a little douche-y to me. I mean, you're giving him a gift."
"Yeah, I know." And then it struck me.
"This is your first time, isn't it?"
"I let him feel me up last night." Like that makes you a prostitute.
I laughed. "That's not the same thing, lady, and you know it."
"I know," she said. I made a funny disbelieving face at her until she laughed. "His fingers felt really good and everyone else is doing it..."
"Okay, I'm just going to be the responsible adult for a second. Bear with me. Not everyone is doing it, and that's still not a good reason. Do you want to do it?"
"Yeah. Girls aren't supposed to but I do, you know?"
"Sister, don't let anyone tell you that. Girls want it plenty. I know I do."
"You do?"
"Hell yes! If I were you, I wouldn't get just one condom." Responsible adult fail. Don't care.
"I'm nervous though. What if I'm no good?"
"That's natural. But your first time doesn't have to be your last. And come on, he's getting to fuck you, right? It's his responsibility to be good." She laughed at that. I was mostly joking. She needed a little encouragement.
"Does it hurt?" They always ask that.
"Not if he's gentle. Make sure to take your time. Get that pussy nice and lubed up. And I'll give you some real condoms to help with that.". And wouldn't you know it, not only did I have a condom I could spare but also a spare for that because as I told her you should always have a spare. And then another for good measure.
And then, wouldn't you know it, I also had a box of condoms already open and waiting to be put on body mics, so I showed her using one of them the best way to put one on. I didn't have a penis substitute... Oh wait, yes I did. She was shocked when I had a dildo in my purse, but I've been carrying one for good luck recently. It's neither the biggest nor the most scandalous, just basically a rubber shaft, but you never know when you'll need one.
"He's fingered you, but have you done anything for him?" I asked her as she was rolling the condom into the dildo.
"You mean have I sucked him? No. I was thinking I might have to do that first."
"You don't sound enthusiastic."
"I don't really know how. I mean, I've seen some porn, you know, and girls have told me about it a little."
So in the interests of preventing any more unskilled teen head in the world, I took it upon myself to show her a few pointers. Work the shaft, suck the head, kiss things, and don't try to jam it down your throat or anything like porn unless you've practiced.
No, I didn't give a dildo head in front of this girl. Not at first. But she kept asking questions about how to do it right, so finally I did engage in some light visual lessons. Then I let her try it out herself. She might be a natural deepthroat queen with some practice. She had very little gag reflex and was able to take a length in her mouth without a problem, although I stressed that she shouldn't try anything deeper, particularly in the moment when she was nervous.
"You're not going to do this here, are you? I mean, before the rehearsal and all? Take your time."
"No, we're going to go back to his dorm after. My mom thinks I'm spending the night at a friend's house." She giggled. She actually looked excited as well as nervous, which gave me a decent feeling.
"Well, you have fun and be safe and if he's not gentle you come to me and I'll beat his ass."
"Thanks. And thanks for, you know, being cool about it."
"I think it's a wonderful thing. And just remember, it's just the first time. You've got plenty to look forward to, I hope."
So I sent her off to pop that cherry. I feel good about how it went. Of course, I'm still concerned and am definitely checking up with her to make sure it went well.
Then, at then end of the evening, I was making my rounds and poked my head into the room I'd previously pointed out as a better location for the two gay chorus boys. The light was out, but I could still see them in there, again with the blowjobs. They looked surprised, but slightly relieved to see it was me.
"How much longer are you guys going to be?" I asked nicely. I should have kicked them out, but young lust is hard to disappoint. They stammered various things. "Tell you what; I'm going to finish locking everything else down and come back to give you time to clean up."
"Thanks ma'am," they chorused, and I was pleased to see that the blower went immediately back to his blowing without waiting for me to leave.
When I made it back around, they were gone and there were no suspicious puddles, so I didn't have to track them down and murder them.
God, I need to get some of my own and not hear about other people's. And by that, dear readers, I mean cock. Not pussy, which I have in abundance. I need me some cock.
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