The Amateur Players (Closed for TheWorldBuilder)

[AndreaSubbie]

Mm that felt amazing, the way Paul just kept going in and out like a piston. Steady, reliable, unstoppable. Building a growing tension inside her body, like Andi was being carried up in a cable car, or in a boat up the side of a wave.

It was again what she'd felt when Paul used his hand on her, both outside and in that had made her gush, only this was gentler, slower, not yet that intense.

How could any woman not want to be Paul's lover? He was amazing, bringing her delights she never knew existed.

He had picked up the pace and was pushing in deeper, having taught her how to respond to this deep fucking from behind. She loved how he pushed her face down into her dirty mattress, already thoroughly soiled by their sex. She hoped to soil many more. Oh, how he guided her hips, how he tormented her engorged nipples, how he took her sources of pleasure and plaited them into a multi-stranded chord of interconnected delight; cunt, clit, nipples, skin all sensitised to ultimate enjoyment.

"Paul, would you pull on my hair too? Pull back on it?" she muttered, wanting him to have that extra purchase, to fuck her just a bit deeper.

"And go harder ... pound me my love, hold nothing back, fuck me into the next galaxy!"

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Every muscle in Paul's buttocks and upper thighs added strength to his fast, hard, long thrusts, forcing his rock solid dick deep inside Andi's tiny cunt. He was no longer steadying her hips, he was pulling them back to meet his own as his motions became quicker and harder.

Between her gasps and moans, Andi gathered her breath to make a request.

"Paul, would you pull on my hair too? Pull back on it and go harder. Pound me my love, hold nothing back, fuck me into the next galaxy!"

He again leaned forward, as he had to play with her breasts, but this time he reached to take the ponytail she had formed whilst he had dressed at the Theatre, which draped around her neck as she lay with one cheek pressed into the moisture of the bed covers.

This wasn't his usual style. He was happy to gently use restraints on a woman in playful dominance games, but he knew that fulfilling Andi's request would cause her real pain. He mentally braced himself to do as she had asked and he twisted his hand to wrap her hair securely round it and then pulled gently but firmly back. Her head lifted, arching her shoulders and back into a taut curve against the opposing force of his guiding hand on her hip and his relentlessly pounding thick shaft.

He kept the tension on her arched spine, pulling steadily as the intensity of his pelvic thrusting grew. He briefly had a vision of a great Victorian mill engine, its giant piston flying back and forth in the cylinder and the unstoppable power being transmitted to hundreds of looms throughout the building.

He slammed his hard cock into her receptive softness, over and over, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, his vesicles finally beginning to gather another tablespoon full of fluid to carry his sperm to her waiting womb.

Fuck! In their eagerness he hadn't even thought of a condom.

Oh, bollocks another part of his brain responded, who cares?

His stiff cock certainly didn't. It was within reach of the prize as it felt her began to stiffen and clench around it. BigBear knew what that twitching meant and it waited eagerly for her shuddering release.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

She lost her mind. It was exploded into a million billion pieces flying at the speed of light into the great void.

Her vision had contracted to a single point of light and her body shook and convulsed and gushed and shuddered and tensed in ways that must surely have never happened before to any woman in the history of the world.

Through the mind-blowing ecstacy of her body's reaction to Paul's exquisite love making, Andi understood now what an orgasm was.

She was drained. Barely conscious. Deeply fulfilled.

She glowed like she contained a nuclear reactor, and sensed that during her own incredible release, Paul had once again gifted her with his precious seed.

Her awareness was returning. She could feel the damp in the sheet beneath her, the discomfort in her scalp under the ponytail, the wetness all over her legs, the fullness of a massive insertion stretching her elastic insides, her perspiration covered skin, stimulated nipples, over-sensitive clitoris.

She liked it all.

Sighing in deep satisfaction, she asked, "Can we do that again tomorrow?"

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Andi gripped his shaft even tighter within her tight, young body. Her rapid succession of moans, squeals and odd words rose higher and higher in pitch and then she was shuddering and shaking in front of him. She threw her arms wide and all the weight of her upper body transferred into the thick strands of hair and up Paul's arm. He quickly let her shoulders back to the bed and grasped her hip with his freed hand.

The primal urge took him and he rammed his hot, hard cock into her as deeply and as powerfully as his muscles would propel it. He felt the extra, final growth of his shaft within her tightly clenching and spasming young cunt and his own involuntary pulses began. Thicker now, without the week of stored fluid to dilute them, the gobs of sperm jetted forcefully from him and hit the cervix that he had been battering a moment before. The heat surrounding his bulbous bell-end was scorching as she released even more hot fluid to join his fertile seed. As his fourth and final spurt forced its way into the crowded space, pushing the previously ejaculated sperm in the only direction not plugged by his thick cock, she gave one last mighty shake and collapsed onto her shoulders and breasts.

Paul scooped his arm under her waist and, lifting a fraction, moved her across the bed and lowered her to lie sprawled on her belly. He followed her down, his hardness barely diminshed by the force of his release, his cock still deep inside her tired body. Again, he made sure that the greater part of his weight was taken by his arms and knees and then he lay quiescent to wait for his still throbbing erection to slowly subside.

Beneath him, Andrea breathed deeply but steadily. She gave a mighty sigh and whispered, breathlessly, "Can we do that again tomorrow?"

He chuckled. "We can do that again later today, my love. It's well after midnight. Rest yourself for a while and then we need to make your bed afresh. It's ruined."

He wrapped his arms under her, one at her breasts and one at her hips, and rolled onto his back. She followed him to lie on her back along his body, but the movement dislodged his finally softening member.

Paul gently and tenderly stroked Andi's flat tummy as she rested against him, both of them needing time to recover.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi basked in the afterglow, comfy on her soft hot pillow of Furnace Bear, and comforted by hands on her naked body.

"I don't want to ever get dressed again. I don't want to go out. I want us to stay here and make love all the time. It's wonderful. Why didn't anybody tell me that sex is this good? That fucking is this good. I mean, I loved sucking your cock, Paul, and the way you filled my mouth and throat, the way you jetted your cum down my throat and filled my mouth with it, but this was something else.

"Did you know I made a resolution to suck you off every breakfast and lunch time, and before and after every Theatre night? But now, I think I need to reopen negotiations and trade some of that for a good hard pile-driver fuck."

A thought crossed her mind that made her frown, something Paul wouldn't see from his recumbent position beneath her.

"Am I being too selfish, my love? I do love you, you know. I don't just want you for Big Bear, though he is rather special. If I could sew I'd make him a little bow tie to wear, as a thank you present. But if I get carried away you must tell me. If I'm too naughty in my thoughts, or want the wrong things you will be patient with me, won't you?

"I can't believe it's all turned out right. I thought everything was over, that you didn't like me in a sexy way, didn't fancy me. I really believed you'd dumped me, wanting me to find a boy at College. Mike sorted it, didn't he? I know he did. Oh, and I bet Polly is pleased; she guessed something might be going to happen. She'll like that she was right after all.

"Am I talking too much? I'll shut up now. But thank you, Lover Bear. You're my whole world."

Andi went quiet for a moment, but only a short one. Very soon she was being noisy again, but this time it a series of muffled mewling snores.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

After her long monologue, to which Paul 'hmmm'ed every so often, there was a slight pause and he prepared himself to get off the bed and change the wet materials. That plan was short-lived as within a minute Andi was producing a stream of her own particular purring snores.

He carefully rolled her off him and onto the covers, then he stood and reached over her to grasp a great handful of fabric. He laid the layers across her body, then stretched to gather another corner and placed that over the top. Completing the parcel with two more folds he grasped all the material which lay on top of Andi and hoisted the entire bundle onto the floor beside the bed. He went to her head and pulled open a small gap around her face.

Spending the next few minutes searching the flat until he had sufficient replacement items, Paul set about the task of remaking the bed with clean linen. Once he was satisfied, he turned down the covers and returned to the slumbering Andi. He unwrapped his makeshift cocoon and scooped her up and into the bed. He tucked her in and went for a piss and a wash before joining her and falling fast asleep.

Hours later, he again woke for the toilet and repeated his earlier actions in the bathroom. He lay next to her again, but sleep eluded him as snatches of her contented words replayed in his mind.

"I want us to stay here and make love all the time. Why didn't anybody tell me that fucking is this good? I loved sucking your cock. Your cum jetted down my throat and filled my mouth. I made a resolution to suck you off every breakfast and lunch time. I need a good hard pile-driver fuck. I do love you, you know. I don't just want you for Big Bear, though he is rather special. If I'm too naughty in my thoughts, or want the wrong things you will be patient with me, won't you? Thank you, Lover Bear. You're my whole world."

Thinking of their passionate lovemaking and her heartfelt little speech afterwards was making Paul hard again. He was on his back with one of her arms across his chest and one of her legs resting on his thigh. He had been in a similar position the night before, but their whole relationship had changed dramatically since then.

He thought again of her words before and after their intimacy and knew instinctively that she would want him to make a different decision now.

Very carefully, he lifted the leg that crossed his and rolled them both into the classic position. He reached down with one hand to find that she was already wet, so he placed his big bulb at her entrance and with one thrust drove himself back inside her.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi's eyes snapped open, and she was awake in an instant.

Paul was fucking her. Hard. She grinned.

"How did you know that was exactly what I was dreaming about?" she asked huskily, her body exhausted but sated, hips just a little stiff and nipples slightly sore. Despite that, her arms were round his neck and her legs wrapped round his body, ankles locked behind his back.

Her vagina, though, was very happy being stretched again nice and wide and deep. She'd heard, ages ago, about a fetish thing where women insert objects, large ones. Well, she had her own, and he was called Big Bear.

Remembering what he had taught her last night, she rocked her hips to match and complement his thrusts and force his erection as deep inside her as she could.

She stopped talking, knowing it was a weakness of hers to prattle on; she didn't want to distract Paul from his Very Important Task. Yes, she could get used to a lovely fuck every morning. At least, every morning after Paul stayed the night at hers. She'd have to work out a schedule, like a shipwrecked mariner parcelling out his rations. She would ration her fucks through the week and weekend, and pine for Big Bear in between.

How long would he go before exploding, she wondered. It was a nice feeling having him just drive in and out, but she also wanted to taste more of his semen. She wanted to try and time it right, and not beg him to feed her until he was nearly ready to let it all out.

Until then, she dreamily closed her eyes again and enjoyed a good morning fuck.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Paul had barely started his rhythmic strokes when Andi's eyes flew wide open and a warm smile spread across her entire face. She flung her arms around his neck and pushed the covers down with her feet before wrapping her legs tightly around him.

He let his weight drive the downstrokes, only using his energy on the withdrawal. His hard cock still filled her to bursting, but the raw power of their first coupling was replaced by something more subdued. Having filled Andi from both ends last night, Paul knew that he would be good for thirty minutes this morning, maybe forty.

This wasn't going to be a hard, savage fucking. He wanted to enjoy an extended session of tenderly making love, before holding her tight as they finished their interrupted night's rest.

His hands roamed, explored, sought the places where she would feel exquisite sensations to add to those being created in her very core and radiating out to every extremity. He kissed her. Her lips, her breasts, her neck, her nose. All the time his metronomic rise and fall continued.

Paul felt her complimentary motion, as she lifted her pelvis to try to give him even deeper penetration. It was so perfect, the way he completely filled her. She enveloped him in a grip of silky steel, her internal muscles rippling along his shaft as if she was trying to milk him rather than wait for his ejaculation.

There was no rush. He was balanced on elbows and knees, his arse flexing to and fro with only half the effort that a younger, inexperienced man would have expended. The only limits to their lovemaking would be her soreness and his bladder. He looked lovingly into her expressive eyes.

Time passed uncounted, as it had done five hours earlier. There was no alarm bell, no mark on a dial or bright segments on a panel, but Paul somehow knew it was time to change. He smiled at his beautiful lover and asked, "Would you like to go up top? It's about time you did a share of the work."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Up on top, like a different position? Ooh, ok! And I expect you to teach me them all."

Although she had closed her eyes to enjoy being fucked steadily while she drowsed, Paul seemed to have other ideas and his hands and kisses roamed her body lovingly. She couldn't doze through that!

She was proud of how well they timed their movements, and longed to be able to tell someone how much she was enjoying sex with Paul, and how much she was learning, the progress she was making. But there weren't any friends close enough at College, and she wasn't ready yet to tell Sarah, although she might at some point. She could perhaps tell Polly, as long as she in turn told no-one but Mike. Andi didn't want to make things awkward for Paul at the Theatre.

He didn't seem to be in any hurry to cum, and maybe with her on top riding him she'd just be able to leap off and gobble down all the lovely cum he would shoot up for her?

Maybe she should just ask?

"Um, Paul my love, when you're ready, will you please cum in my mouth again? I want to taste you properly and swallow your sperm. I've decided I really do want a tummy full every morning?"

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Her eager response to his suggestion supplied a hint of more pleasures to come.

"Up on top, like a different position? Ooh, ok! And I expect you to teach me them all."

Paul smiled at the word 'all', knowing that mostly they were simply different variations on a small set of basic postures.

As he withdrew from her warm, wet body, she added a request of her own.

"Um, Paul my love, when you're ready, will you please cum in my mouth again? I want to taste you properly and swallow your sperm. I've decided I really do want a tummy full every morning?"

That wasn't exactly the way he'd seen this middle of the night encounter playing out, but what the hell? If Andi was so enthusiastic about worshipping him with her mouth, he wasn't about to deny her the pleasure. She really did behave as though his appendage had a life of its own. What did she call it? BigBear

He rolled over, making sure that he stayed on her side of the bed, with his hard, slightly curved cock sticking upwards invitingly. She lifted herself nimbly and climbed into position kneeling astride him.

"Andi darling," he said gently, "try squatting instead, you'll be able to control things better." He knew that her lithe and supple body would cope easily with the more demanding variation and it would rub the ridge of his bulb into her G-spot a little more firmly.

She slid happily down his shaft, right to the base, then started to rise and fall to drive his erection deep inside her. He placed his hands on her rounded buttocks to guide her, but she had already acclimatised herself to her new rôle.

He looked up at her firm, pert breasts which bounced far less than those he had enjoyed before but still had their own lovely movement. Higher still, he saw her bright, shining eyes and smiling face as she took control of their loving.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Mmm, this was nice, very nice!

Andi bounced herself up and down on Big Bear, impaling her body with her rise and fall, controlling how fast and how far she took him inside.

This time, it seemed, Andi was fucking Paul.

She liked it. A lot. It felt a bit different; like he was reaching parts of her that hadn't quite felt him before. And a hint of that amazing thing he did to her from behind returned to make her start feeling crazy.

The action was almost like a gym workout, and she decided it was a good morning exercise. A morning bounce fuck, a tummy full of Paul cum, and an evening Pile Driver fuck might make for a good routine, with all the sex Paul could give her in between, just like snacks between meals.

She kept bouncing, sometimes with her hands on his chest, other times with them on his thighs, but after a while she concentrated on getting Big Bear to press into her special place inside that so intensified everything.

Very soon she was sweating and her insides were humming, and she could feel what must be another orgasm gathering itself.

She pressed on, feeding it, encouraging it, clenching tight inside, fast, fast, slow, until she felt it.

Yes here it was .. oh .. "oh! Oh! Oh Paul, it's happening!" and she rode him while the intense pleasure shook her body and flushed her inside and out.

It wasn't like that first one. But it was very nice indeed, a wonderful reward after all the pleasurable exercise.

She rested, Big Bear still buried inside her body. In his parking spot, she decided.

Jumping off, she scooted round to lie next to Paul, top to tail, her head resting on one hand while the other grasped Big bear, her knee raised and gaping satisfied vagina near his shoulder.

"Good morning, Big Bear, I'm going to suck you till you cum for me," and she popped the head of the erect organ into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue while drawing that loose skin up and down over the rigid core. She sucked and licked, getting a steady rhythm going that she could sustain, and settled in to await her prize.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Paul was really enjoying watching Andi bobbing on his stiff cock. Her strong thighs absorbed her weight as she bounced up and down the whole length, using her hands when she needed extra balance.

He began to twitch upwards in time with her fall as she reached her lowest point, adding a fraction more to the depth of his penetration. He could tell that she was winding up that tense internal spring which would eventually break and release all its energy to feed her orgasm.

Her gasps and moans were louder and more frequent as she neared her climax, until she screamed "oh! Oh! Oh Paul, it's happening!"

She paused until she could breathe steadily again, then he became aware that she was turning to lie next to him with her head next to his still-hard stiffness.

"Good morning, Big Bear, I'm going to suck you till you cum for me." she said, again directly addressing her plaything.

Paul turned his head to the side and, as she worked her magic on his erection, he placed his tongue on her clitoris and started to lick along its length.

Every few strokes his tongue darted to her gaping hole and he dragged it along Andi's sopping folds to her tiny hood. His hand reached to her upper breast but, instead of circling and flicking her sensitive nipple, he squeezed and kneaded her pliant flesh like a ball of fresh dough. The hand attached to the arm he was laying on stretched just far enough for his fingertips to caress and tickle her tummy and he mentally juggled the coordination necessary to stimulate the three separate parts at once.

Paul's task became even harder than his cock as Andi's tender ministrations with lips and tongue turned into another full-blooded attempt to swallow his organ whole. The challenge was even greater than the old dexterity test of tapping his head and rubbing his belly. He was licking her head whilst rubbing her belly and doing other things besides, at the same time as his twitching and pulsating cock was begging him for permission to explode in Andi's throat.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Ooh his tongue was nice, doing to her what she was doing to Big Bear, and his hands were again playing her body like a virtuoso.

Andi didn't want to take him into her throat like last time, she just popped the spongy paint-pad end past her lips and played with it using her tongue while her hand did it's piston thing up and down the steel cored shaft. It was her turn to be like a mechanical device, pumping steadily up and down with her small hand while her tongue sampled the texture of the big bulbous end.

Her lips were tucked over her teeth which clamped behind their cushioning to lock in the ridge of the penis tip, making sure it wouldn't escape before paying it's dues.

No, this time Andi wanted to savour having Big Bear erupt on to her tongue and paint her teeth and gums, filling her mouth with his cum while she swallowed as fast as she could. It would be a fun game, almost competitive, seeing if she could consume Big Bear's ejaculation fast enough, or would some leak out like last time and trickle down her chin and cheek. If it did, she intended to scoop it back up. She wasn't going to waste any!

Knowing that Paul could last a long time before emptying his balls, Andi got comfy, settled for a nice long stroking of his full length and toying with the fun end.

When she felt it was time, she again pressed as far as she could, taking all of Paul's impressive length until her nose was tickled by his furry tummy.

She sensed the change, and reverting to her previous position did everything she could to encourage the inevitable explosion of another ejaculation of spunk, this time straight into her ready mouth.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

His choice made, Paul let his hand fall away from her sexy tummy and stopped his vigorous massage of her breast, returning to a gentler caress and tease of her nipple. He concentrated all his acquired skill on stimulating Andi's clitoris to even greater heights, determined to bring her to a climax with him - if not sooner.

He knew he was close, only his willpower keeping his final release in check. He decided to cheat and released her pert mound so that he could jiggle her engorged button with two fingers, while his tongue concentrated on her wet pussy lips and the inviting hole they concealed.

He felt a twitch of her body. It was concentrated in her pelvis, but its effects were evident in her belly and upper thighs. He knew the time had come, for both of them. His fingers flicked across her sensitive nerves in a blur and he relaxed the tension he had been holding in his own genitals.

The timing was perfect. As he felt Andi begin to spasm uncontrollably, Paul's cock gave a mighty surge and deposited a glutinous wad of semen into her talented mouth. It was his third ejaculation of the night and most of his fluid was already inside her stomach or her womb, so there were only four bursts of liquid for her to savour.

He moved his hand to cup her from pubis to vagina as her orgasm tore through her, knowing that her clit would be sensitive to over-stimulation. Almost immediately, the fatigue that he had been denying during their lovemaking returned to claim him. This had been a wonderful interlude, but they should really be fast asleep. Paul guessed that the combination of three positions they had fucked and sucked in would have passed around 35 to 40 minutes, so they had at least three more hours to let their exhausted bodies rest.

He waited for Andi to turn around and snuggle into his waiting embrace where he would be able to see the orgasmic glow of her face and the love in her pretty, sparkling eyes as they fell asleep together for the remainder of the night.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

She hadn't intended to cum as well, but had surrendered herself to it while also managing to consume most of the generous blasts of semen so that only a bit needed scooping back into her mouth.

But now that she was snuggled again with her Furnace Bear she held him close, her limbs as intertwined as she could get them, her eyes drooping.

"Good night, Lover Bear," she muttered while her eyelids slid shut, and was briefly aware of being defeated by gravity.

Her dreams started even before she was asleep, and her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she replayed in her mind multiple scenes of makin love with Paul.

Everything was going to be ok.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

It was late, they had overslept after the passionate night which had seen them finally consummate their incredible love. Paul awoke to find Andi draped diagonally across his groin and belly, her head and one arm on one side of his upper body and her legs on the other side of his own. Her second arm clung to as much of his brawny neck as she could encircle. He looked affectionately at her peacefully slumbering form and tried to remember her lecture schedule.

Early start Monday, late start Tuesday, nothing on Wednesday until after Christmas when the new starters would be introduced to the stables, early Thursday, late Friday.

He relaxed, there was no rush, no need to disturb her tranquil repose. Polly would look after things at the theatre. Yes, maybe Polly would be the best person to deal with the fallout from last night, she was more tactful than he was. Should he ask Andi, or would the memory cause her terrible embarrassment? Maybe Mandy, she would have seen everything that happened. Yes, he'd speak to both Polly and Mandy.

Satisfied that the business of the Theatre would continue satisfactorily until he arrived, Paul let himself recall the turbulent emotions of the past few days. How could they both have misunderstood each other so badly when their chemistry was obvious to everyone around them. He knew more of the gossip than some people thought. Although he had never overtly claimed Andi, the word had gone round: don't touch. He was glad she'd had the sense to say something to Mike about her sadness, it had wrought such a turnaround since the dispair of Sunday evening. Was that only 36 hours ago? It felt like a week.

Slowly Paul's empty stomach began hinting that breakfast might be appreciated. He wondered what Andi had stored in her tiny kitchen.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Good morning, Waky Bear," she murmurred.

Her eyes were still closed and her body relaxed, but she was awake and could tell that Paul was too.

"Can we go out for breakfast? I want everyone in the whole world to see me with you. I want them to know I belong to you, that I'm yours. And somehow we need to think of a way to let people know at the Theatre. They'll be so surprised. Except maybe Polly as I said before, and Mike cos he mended everything.

"Do they give Nobel Prizes for making the World spin on it's right axis again? Mike deserves one.

"And we need to go shopping, I've run out of food. I wasn't thinking of eating ever again, but now I need to if we're going to fuck so much. It takes more energy than I thought. And we are going to fuck a lot, aren't we, Lover Bear? I mean, Big Bear need his exercise too, and I'm sure your balls need to be emptied regularly, it's part of your health plan. And that's my job now, to empty your balls. But they must keep making sperm; I want a good supply, please. I like it.

"I always thought I'd hate it, after what the other girls kept saying. Bleach, they said. Well it isn't, you know, it's actually quite yummy. But I want to try it again in my mouth, on my tongue so I can really savour it.

"Oh, I'm doing it again, aren't I? Talking too much. Sorry, Quiet Bear!"

And she kissed his cheek before unwrapping herself from him and sitting up, enjoying being naked with him.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Andi stirred beside him. Her voice drifted up from by his shoulder.

"Good morning, Waky Bear. Can we go out for breakfast?"

That was just the start of another long monologue, delivered with barely a breath being taken. At the end of it she kissed Paul and rolled out of his embrace before sitting up beside him.

He couldn't help looking at her exquisite form. The lovely face, the swoop of her elegant neck, her shoulders and the curving perfection of her pert young breasts above her flat stomach. It was a moment before he was able to think coherently about everything she had said.

"Hmm, well the Castle Café won't be open yet, not before ten. I've heard good things about Dales Cottage, up Otley Street. Yes, we'll try there."

Half way through the necessary dance required to get them washed and dressed, Paul thought how much easier it would be with his big wetroom instead of the flat's cramped space.

The short walk through the chilly November morning took them across the market place into the old alleys. His big hand held her smaller one gently, not controlling but guiding. They didn't have to wait for a table and breakfast was hot and substantial, replenishing the energy they had burnt overnight when they should have been resting.

Walking back to the Theatre hand-in-hand, Paul noticed how many eyes glanced at the pair. Neither of them were wrapped against the cold as thoroughly as the other early shoppers and, in Andi's case, that meant that her slim frame was plainly displayed by her usual choice of tight clothing.

They stepped into the foyer of the Theatre and were almost immediately pounced on by Mandy.

"Oh, Paul, it's going crazy. The 'phone hasn't stopped and have you seen the Herald Hub and the reporter wants to speak to you both and everyone knows you didn't go home." She moved towards the office door and Paul strode across behind her, followed by Andi's dainty footsteps.

Inside Polly sat in the big chair. She looked up as the three of them entered.

"Well you two have certainly caused a stir. When I got here at eight, we had 71% occupancy for the rest of the run. The 105 remaining seats sold out in three quarters of an hour, many of them people from last night rebooking. Oh, and one complaint."

Paul's quizzical expression was enough for her to carry on without a word being spoken.

"That the content warning in the programme only says 'topless'."

His exasperated grunt made his opinion on that matter perfectly clear. Polly's next words were completely unexpected.

"You seem very pleased with your catch, young lady. You certainly know one way of keeping him happy, but he has other needs. Just remember that you can talk to me at any time."

Paul recalled Polly's extended pause before she left the kitchen the night before and wondered what Andi had made of his lack of concern at their intimacy being watched. It wasn't the first time his friend's wife had seen his cock in full flight. He mentally gathered the information he had just been given and wondered if the attention that she was about to receive would overwhelm his young lover.

"Come on," he said to her, "let's see what we need to top up in your little office."

Lee was coming out of the kitchen as they crossed the Green Room. He glanced at Andi and, with a lopsided smirk, asked her "Are you OK, Andi? You seem to be walking oddly today."

He ducked out of Paul's reach and scooted up the narrow staircase to the stage, from where other voices chattered excitedly.

Paul looked at his consort and repeated Lee's question. "Are you OK, Andi?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Of course I am!" Andi replied brightly, "I'm with you!"

Then her expression saddened somewhat, " I heard what Polly said about the complaint. I'm so sorry Paul, it was an accident! The costume just .. well, fell off? Am I in trouble? Is the Theatre in trouble?"

Then a horrifying thought hit her and she gasped, feeling that draining sensation and queasiness inside.

"They won't arrest me, will they?"

She had been so happy, so on top of the World, and now it seemed her silly blunder with the tunica was going to destroy all their happiness, just when everything was perfect.

She looked into Paul's eyes, knowing somehow he could fix it. Would fix it.

The possible fallout hadn't occurred to her at first. She'd listened to Mandy and Polly saying they were sold out, which was nice, and that people wanted to come back for a second night, and Paul was going to be interviewed by the Paper. The players must be feeling so pleased, she thought, that everyone's performance had been so well received.

And then Polly had said something she didn't quite understand, except that bit about being happy with her catch. That had made her grin and look up at Boss Bear, and hug his arm tightly.

And then there was that confusing comment from Lee. Did she have a limp? Maybe her hips were a little sore from last night. Could he mean that? Did he somehow know that they'd been making up for lost time, fucking through the night? She should have blushed, but instead glowed with pride.

It occurred to Andi that Mike must have told Polly and she had made sure everyone already knew, so at least they didn't have to break the news.

But that complaint woried her. What was Paul going to do?

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Andi's chirpy response mollified him somewhat, but then her demeanour changed as she tried to explain her actions. He knew that it wasn't her fault, she wouldn't deliberately expose herself like that. She was so shy that she would never think of getting up to some of the risky antics that he enjoyed. Paul briefly thought of the last time there had been four of them out on the moors, three summers ago.

Andi's gasp broke into his pleasant recollection.

"They won't arrest me, will they?"

She looked anxiously into Paul's eyes, searching them for more reassurance and comfort. He was quick to steady her, both physically and verbally. Leaning back against the counter, near the coffee urn, he reached out to her waist.

"No, Andi, you were on private property, the audience knew the play was for adults and simply being naked isn't an offence. It has to cause harassment, alarm or distress to be actionable under the Public Order Act or be lewd and obscene to contravene the Offences Against the Person Act and Sexual Offences Act. Now if we were doing a different play and I fucked you properly instead of pretending as the script would require, then we'd seriously be in the shit. You standing there in all your wonderful glory is fine so long as no one touches you. Not even me."

He hoped she followed his explanation of the law, but worried that the technicalities might not interest her. If he was to be able to engage in his fantasies about her as he wished, she had to know exactly what the boundaries were so she could make a conscious choice.

Pulling her closer, he simplified things.

"It will all be OK, my little love."

Then he kissed her.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh, ok," and she smiled into Paul's kiss.

Breaking apart, she announced, "I should be going. I hope The Hub did a nice piece. I guess they must have done if so many people still want to come and see us. And good luck with your interview, I know you'll be great. You know and understand so much. Just make sure you don't get grumpy, ok?"

And flashing a brilliant grin she turned to go.

It was going to be a bit busy at College, with exams coming up soon and the practical stuff to prepare for in the New Year, but Andi was confident she could balance the week of study and performance.

She wondered if Dot had mended her Tunica. With all the excitement of discovering that Paul loved her, she'd forgotten to say anything to the Wardrobe Mistress. Maybe when they all changed into Costume she could mention it?

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Paul lifted his hands from Andi's body and she turned towards the door.

"There won't be any interview today, not without the show's thief present. We'll arrange it for tomorrow morning, that'll give them time to edit it and fix the layout. See you at six, my love."

As she left him alone, a little sad at her parting, he noticed her tunica intima on the hook behind the door as she closed it after her. He stepped over and lifted it down. The fabric had been roughly handled and there were small tears around the narrow hips. Dorothy was going to be furious. Perhaps the 'accident' was Andrea's fault after all? It looked to him as though she hadn't been looking after her costume properly.

His darker psyche imagined scenes of playful punishment for a moment, spanking her bare, firm arse cheeks being prominent amongst them, then he sighed and draped the scrap of fabric over his arm. He'd better see what Dot thought before he could decide what to do or say about this discovery.

He stooped to the fridge and found an unopened bottle of fresh tomato juice. Cracking the top, he took a deep swig. It was going to be a long day and, if Andrea had her way, night. He wasn't sure he'd manage three times every day. Every other day, now that would be perfect.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi kissed Paul goodbye, a quick but loving kiss on his lips, and she was off.

The day went by in a bit of a blur, and her concentration drifted in and out at College.

Sometimes she was attentive and insightful, a new found energy and confidence brimming inside, a glow in her face, other times she tuned out momentarily, distracted by scraps of conversation from their brief visit to the Theatre that morning. Like Paul's comment about the thief.

It seemed he was delaying his Press Interview, but she couldn't remember who hadn't been at the Theatre this morning that prevented the interview taking place. And worse, she must have been so focusing on her own role in the production thst she couldn't remember anyone playing a Thief.

Complaint, Paul's Interview, a sell-out, Polly, Mandy, Lee, her costume repair, and so much more were all bubbling in her head like a cauldron of stew.

When she got back to the Theatre in the early evening she was tired and hungry, and the first thing she did, before even reclaiming her Empire by visiting the kitchen, was to seek out Paul in the Office.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

The door of Paul's office opened without a knock and Andi breezed in and flopped herself on the high-backed wooden chair.

Paul looked at her sternly. "Come here, Andrea," his deep voice ordered abruptly. He indicated a place at his side of the desk, near his chair.

"Dorothy has spent all day darning and mending your costume, she's quite upset. She found tears in the area where it constricts for your waist and both side seams had been overstressed. She said that it had 'not been looked after and dragged over other clothing without any care'. I want to know, did you undress fully when you were changing, or try to pull the tunica over your jeans? If you did, as I suspect, then you owe Dorothy an apology. Was it because you were uncomfortable changing in front of everyone else? You know that you can change in here if you want."

"Now," he continued, "I have a very serious question to ask you and I want you to think hard about the consequences and be totally sure of your answer. Don't treat this lightly, Andrea, but will you do the remaining five shows in the same way? Naked."

He waited for her reply, then nodded and said, "Go and apologise to Dorothy."

As she turned to go, his hand flicked out like a striking snake and caught her a glancing, but stinging, blow on one buttock.

"There, you've been punished for your actions, when you get back from seeing Dorothy you'll be my little Kitten again."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi yelped in surprise as the stinging blow bit her bum cheek, and she jumped a little, turning to stare wide eyed at Paul as she left the Office.

All the way over to Dot she rubbed her bum, a gentle glow in her skin. The denim had absorbed most of the sting, but she had to wonder what it would have felt like with them pulled down, maybe her knickers too, a single smack on her bare cheek, possibly bent over Paul's desk, hands grasping the opposite edge, witnessed by the person she had wronged.

She shook her head to rid herself of these strange ideas, not sure where they were coming from, but knowing that they hadn't left and were simply hiding in the shadows until later.

Andi had felt chastened by the telling off, for her poor handling of her costume. She had tried to explain that it seemed improper to strip completely before putting it on, but maybe she'd have to from now on.

And she'd had to think long and hard about the more difficult question. Could she actually do the other performances deliberately exposing herself totally? She had come to terms with going topless, but the Full Reveal had been unintended. It was different stripping naked on purpose.

But the truth was, she had loved it. There had been a buzz like nothing else, knowing all those people were looking at her nude body. It had thrilled her, despite knowing that good girls didn't do that kind of thing.

But now she had a chance to do it again, and it wouldn't be her fault, wouldn't be her choice. It would be because it had happened on Opening Night and so was just how it was. She could strip naked on stage in front of a full house and still be a Good Girl.

"Yes, Paul, I'll do it naked for all the other performances," and she tried to sound like a brave but reluctant heroine sacrificing herself for the Greater Good, but she couldn't supress the glimmer of excitement, and hoped it didn't shine out of her eyes.

When she got back from apologising to Dorothy, who had been stern and cross at first but eventually forgiving and understanding, Andi climbed uninvited into Paul's lap and curled herself up, her head resting on his chest.

"Am I forgiven, Stern Bear?" she asked, knowing the answer but needing to hear it.