Chapter 11: First Night Party

Everyone was so pleased how well rehearsals had gone, and there was a good vibe coming from the whole cast. We had transferred from rehearsal rooms into the theatre this week. After the first full run-through, we all sensed that we had a hit on our hands.

I had more than held my own and was by far the best of the three girls who were covering my part. There was no need for the blackmail stunt I had pulled on Emma. I was going to do the opening night on merit alone, Emma acknowledging that one evening as the cast relaxed.

We had had a couple of very friendly encounters during rehearsals, something I was more than happy to do. Emma licked a good pussy, and certainly liked hers being looked after in that way.

We’d just come out of a passionate embrace, I was staying over at her flat as we had overrun on time. I’d got dispensation from school to do so. Stay over that is, not the embrace!

We were laying naked on Emma’s bed when I said to her, “I’ve got somebody I’m sure you’d love to meet, and he’s a great fan. If you want, we could have a little fling together. All three of us.”

“You have got to be joking. You’re trying to set me up in a three-way with some boy you know, who just happens to be a big fan! I know how old you are, I’m not leaving myself open to your little games again.”

“It’s not just some boy I know. Wait there, I’ve got his picture.” I swayed over to my bag and got out my purse, making sure I gave Emma a prolonged look at my pretty little bum swaying, as I walked away from her. My perky tits did the same on my return. She was drooling again, and we’d only just finished having sex together.

Emma took the picture from me. Looked at it, looked back at me, then to the photo again. Her mouth dropped open, the family resemblance was plain to see. The picture was of Tim. The brother who had started me on the road to sex by making me give him a blowjob. I’m not going to say how old I was at the time, that’s in a different story.

“Is he your brother?” She asked incredulously.

“Well, he’s not my bloody dad.”

“You want me to have a three-way? With you, and your brother?”

“Why not? He’s a good fuck, but don’t tell him I said that. Actually, he’s the one who took my virginity.” I paused for effect.

“You are joking!” Looking at me, she knew I wasn’t.

“Look, you don’t have to say yes or no, just now. It’s only an idea, and I can promise you neither of us will film anything that happens.

That had been three days ago, tonight had been ‘the first night’. The show had been brilliant. I won’t go so far as to claim I stole the show, but I was bloody good. Now we were at the after-show party. Tim was there alongside me. A few close friends from school had been in the audience, but they weren’t here. I’d managed to sneak Gary into the theatre after the show for a quick grope and snog. His hands had flown over my tits, and he’d fingered my pussy until I told him I had to go. But I had promised him a night together soon. He knew I’d keep my promise. I also decided I’d try and set him up with Michelle.

Anyway, back to the party, lots of people were crowding around me, all saying how great I’d been. I had, but not that good. Agents were wanting to represent me, so far, I’ve used the one provided through stage school.

Tim was pretty cool about things and didn’t seem star-struck until Emma walked over, then he went to pieces. I’ve never known him stuck for words before, he can charm sparrows from the trees. Emma was pleasant to him, nothing more. Accepting the dues owing to her as the star. All the time, I could see her checking Tim out. She was interested in him. It was going to happen, I was certain.

After about another half-an-hour, I went over to Emma and pointedly asked her, “Are we getting it on? You, me and Tim. If not, then I’m going.”

Emma looked at me and said, “Give me five minutes, and we can go back to my place, all three of us.”

Emma was wearing the shortest mini dress you could imagine, she has got very long and shapely legs so gets away with it. I watched Tim looking up it, as we went up the stairs to her flat. Emma knew what he was doing, so was taking the steps very slowly. Giving Tim plenty of time to look, yet teasing him at the same time.

In her flat, she turned to me and said, “Let’s all go to my bedroom, we know that’s where things are going to finish anyway.” She didn’t know Tim, he could finish anywhere. Tim’s tongue was literally hanging out, he was panting like a dog in heat.