Romeo and Rubies

Sub-Genres: Holiday, Romantic, Valentine’s Day

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“I need more hearts! Where are my hearts! Hearts, hearts, who has my hearts?”

“Would someone get that man his damn hearts already?”

I looked up from my script as Dan Raton stepped on stage. My heart skipped a beat when he glanced my way and I could almost feel myself swooning. Dan walked over to our heart-coveting director and began talking to him in quiet tones. My eyes lingered on Dan – his tall build, his blonde hair that he kept flipping back out of his face, his dapper style. What I wouldn’t give for one date with him.

“Hey Beth, you got those lines learned yet?”

I scowled, broken out of my reverie by Louis Hamilton. He sat next to me heavily and I shot him a dirty look. “Yes, Louis, I have my lines down. I don’t know why, though, I’m just the understudy.”

“Hey! Us understudies have the most important job here!” Louis exclaimed. “If the bigwigs break a leg or catch the sniffles, it’s up to us to save the show.”

“Yes, but if they don’t break a leg or catch the sniffles, we’ve done all this for absolutely nothing.”

“It’s good experience, Beth. Don’t worry; you’ll get the good part next time. I still think you were the best one at the audition. That witch, Sabrina Montgomery only got the part because she’s dating Dan.”

“Don’t remind me,” I mumbled, looking back down at my script.

Louis leaned over to me and softly said, “Don’t tell me you still have a thing for Dan. After the way he’s basically brushed you off every time you try to talk to him?”

“Louis, just leave me alone, will you? You don’t understand.”

“What? Unrequited love?” He paused and sat back up. “I most certainly do.”

I looked at him, hearing the tone of his voice acquire an edge, but before I had time to ponder his words Mr. Reynolds, our director, called everyone to the stage for rehearsal.

- – - -

“I watched you yesterday. You’re quite good.”

I looked up from my script, angry at being interrupted. My breath caught in my throat when I saw that it was Dan Raton. I had been in the theater department with Dan for two years now and we had talked in passing, but this was the first time he had ever initiated a conversation with me.

“You – you really think so?” I asked, trying hard not to hiccup.

“Yes, I do. Makes me think that maybe Sabrina should catch cold one night and let you have a chance in front of the audience.”

“Well, thank you. I appreciate that.”

“It’s not going to happen,” he said, laughing. I smiled wanly. “That girl has never been sick a day in her life.”

“I – I guess that’s what’s best for the production.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, but it’s what’s best for me if I want to keep getting laid.”

I blinked at his bluntness, but he was already walking away. I watched him, lustful thoughts ringing in my head. “Give a girl a chance, Dan, and you’d get laid anytime you wanted.”

“You’re being very obvious, Beth.”

I looked up as Louis sat next to me.

“I don’t really care, Louis. Maybe it’s time I stop hiding my feelings.”

“Why; because he deigned to speak to you? Come on, Beth. Even assholes have their moments of civility. Don’t confuse it with attraction.”

“Louis, let me run my own love life.”

“Love life,” he scoffed. “You have no love life. I’ve known you for two years and in all that time you’ve had about 5 dates.”

“At least I’ve had some, Louis,” I hissed. He became suddenly quiet, stood and left me alone. I watched him leave, still angry, but feeling bad about what I had said.

When I had first met Louis, when I was a freshman in college and he was in his second year, he had dated often. He hadn’t dated in about a year now and wouldn’t discuss why. The last girl he had dated had been pretty serious so I had always guessed that she broke his heart.

“Beth, could you come on stage? Sabrina is running late, so you and Dan can run through the honeymoon scene.”

My eyes must have flown wide because I saw Dan laugh softly, but not unkindly. I stood and went onstage as everyone moved to his or her places.

Mr. Reynolds had decided that Act III Scene v would take place in bed so I took my place and Dan joined me, pulling the prop sheet over us. Mr. Reynolds called action and we began our scene.

If I hadn’t known the entire play so well, I’m sure that I wouldn’t have been able to utter a word. All I can remember was how close we were, his arms around me, the lingering kisses between lines.

As we neared the end of the scene, I felt his hand move to my arm then over until his hand was resting upon my small breast. I was breathless as I stated my lines, dizzy at the sensation of his hand kneading me, well hidden under the sheet.

When it was over, Mr. Reynolds complimented me highly and said that he would be asking Sabrina to add the breathless quality to her delivery since he had enjoyed what I had added to my own performance. I thanked him, and then hurried quickly backstage. My cheeks were blazing and I just had to get out of there before anyone got a close look at me.

“What happened to you?”

I stopped, hearing Louis’ voice. He had excused himself backstage when I had gone on for rehearsal and he was just now returning. I looked at him, my hands on both of my cheeks. “You’re wrong, that’s what happened.” I ran away from him to the bathrooms, not bothering to explain myself.

- – - – -

Two days later was Valentine’s Day and the first performance of the play. I was quite nervous, although Sabrina was in fine health and had arrived on time. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Dan and he looked at me quite often, winking at me. I could only smile back and blush slightly.

Louis and I sat in the wings, out of the way, watching the play. Sabrina was an adequate Juliet but I wasn’t watching her. Dan’s performance was flawless and when Romeo drank the poison to join his true love, I felt a tear running down my cheek.

“My god.”

I looked over at Louis, who had stood abruptly. He walked away from me without saying a word and I just watched him. He had been sullen all evening and I wasn’t in the mood to chase after him. If he had a problem with my feelings for Dan he would have to deal with it on his own. I wasn’t going to apologize.

When all the ovations were over, I also left the backstage area. I went to the dressing rooms to pick up my purse and backpack to take back to the dorm.

I stopped, seeing a small, shiny red box sticking out of my purse. I pulled it out and opened it. There was a card inside.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love. I hope this makes everything up to you. – Dan.”

I folded back the tissue paper and gasped. A simple, elegant pair of ruby earrings lay inside.

I closed the box quickly, hearing the others entering the dressing room. I saw Sabrina continue down the hallway to her private dressing room. She was cursing loudly, struggling under several bouquets of flowers. I couldn’t make out her words very well, but I did hear the name ‘Dan’ several times and judging from the tone of her voice, I didn’t think she was professing her undying love for him.

I slipped out without a word, not wanting to be noticed by the other girls, and moved down the hallway. Sabrina had gone into her own dressing room and I snuck past until I reached the second private dressing room.

“Come in,” I heard Dan say after I knocked as quietly as I could.

I went in and closed the door behind me quickly. He was in a robe, having already taken his costume off.

“Beth!” he said, and stood, staring at me.

“I thought I should thank you, Dan.”

“Thank me? You don’t need to do that, I – “

I moved toward him, dropping my purse and backpack. He let out an ‘mmph!’ when I grasped his head and planted my lips firmly against his. He hesitated for a moment, and then moved his arms around me, holding me very tight. I moaned deep in my throat when his tongue pushed into my mouth. I arched my back pressing my breasts firmly against his chest.

“My, you are forward, aren’t you?”

“Do you mind?” I whispered.

“God no, but I should lock the door.”

I pushed him down to sit in his chair and he stared at me. I turned around and locked the door then faced him again. I could feel my nipples straining against my blouse and I reached down and began unbuttoning it swiftly.

“Oh, that’s nice. Strip for me.”

I removed my blouse and dropped it on my backpack. My bra quickly followed. He smiled as I ran my hands over my breasts, tweaking my own nipples, and he pulled his robe apart, exposing his rising cock.

I kneeled before him and he spread his legs as he grasped my head, pulling me forward. I ran my hands over his thighs, feeling the muscles under my palms, and began rubbing my face against his erection. It continued to grow as my face and mouth teased and fondled.

Finally, I grasped him firmly with my right hand and moved my tongue just under him, cradling his cock head with my tongue as my lips slid over him. He pulled my long, dark hair back, watching me as I began to make love to his cock with my mouth and tongue. He pulled my hair slightly but all I could do was moan at the stimulation in my scalp.

“That’s it, Beth,” he rasped. “Suck me down. Worship my cock like you worship me.”

I began bobbing in his lap, sucking and licking. My right hand moved in time and my left hand grasped his balls, massaging them gently. He began pulling and pushing at my head, making me move faster and I did my best to accommodate him, keeping in time with his rhythm.

I felt so dizzy I was almost certain I was going to pass out. Just last week I was daydreaming about touching this man and here I was, my mouth full of his cock, and him loving every second of it. I wanted him to keep filling me forever.

“Ah gawd, Beth, I’m gonna cum. Please be a swallower.”

He kept fucking my mouth as my hands worked him over and after a few more thrusts he moaned loudly, filling my mouth with his cum. I drank it down, moaning, sucking at his cock, wanting all of him.

When I had drained him of every last drop, I pulled back and looked up at him. He was smiling down at me and I smiled back, blushing a little.

“Oh my, she blushes. Do you always blush after sucking a man’s dick?”

“Probably. I’ve only done it a handful of times.”

“You must be joking. That was one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever gotten. Come here.”

He gestured for me to sit in his lap, which I readily did. I let my head hang back as he ran his hands over my bare breasts and his mouth followed suit. I moaned deeply as he sucked my nipple and his fingers manipulated the other.

His head flew up when he heard a sharp knock.

“Shit, I thought she’d take longer to get dressed. Quick, get in the closet.”

“What?” I said, dazed, but he quietly shushed me and before I knew what was happening, I was pushed into his closet. My purse, backpack and clothes were shoved in after me and I kneeled, dazed and wondering what in the hell was going on.

He unlocked his door and opened it. “Sabrina, my love,” he said, pulling her inside. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“I was,” she said sharply. “And I am. Where is it?”

“Where is what?”

“Where is my Valentine’s Day present, you ass?”

I peeked out the slats at them and saw that Dan appeared very confused. Sabrina was standing before him, also in her robe, with her hands on her hips.

“What do you mean? You didn’t get it?”

She laughed cynically. “Don’t try to put one over on me, you bastard.”

“I would never do that, Sabrina. There is no limit to your cupidity and I know how to keep you by my side. I gave it to Reynolds to slip into your purse while you were onstage. It’s in a small red box. You didn’t get it?”

I looked down at my open purse to look at the red box I had found. Tears welled in my eyes, realizing that this had all been a mistake.

“No, I did not get it,” she said, still sounding angry. “But if you gave it to Reynolds, there’s no telling where that idiot put it. I had my room locked all night so he probably just dumped it in the first purse he found.”

“I’ll kill that moron. It had a pair of ruby earrings in it!”

Sabrina gasped, her anger gone from her face. “You got me ruby earrings, Dan? Oh lover, you remembered!”

I gasped myself when she flung herself into his arms, kissing him deeply. She immediately pulled back, wiping her lips.

“Where is she Dan? I can taste the strawberry lip gloss.”

He laughed softly. “I can never hide anything from you, can I love?”

“No, and I wish you would stop trying. You know I don’t care if you sleep around. I only care when you lie about it.”

“Beth, you can come out!”

My heart was beating wildly, more scared to go out then to stay inside. How could I face either one of them now? I slipped my blouse on and buttoned a few buttons haphazardly. Outside, I heard Sabrina say, “Beth? Beth Cullen? Dan, you have got to be kidding me. She’s just a kid.”

“That kid gives one hell of a blow job, Sabrina.”

“Could you two just shut up!?” I cried, stepping out of the closet. “My god, it’s bad enough that you let me do that when you have no feelings for me, but do you have to discuss it like I had done nothing more than give you a piece of cake?”

“What are you so pissed about?” Dan said, genuinely curious. “You had fun, didn’t you?”

“It meant more to me than that, Dan.”

That was when Sabrina started laughing. “Oh Dan, little Beth is in love with you!” He smiled, trying not to laugh along with her, but not succeeding very well.

I pulled the red box out of my purse and handed it to Sabrina. “Here, you bitch. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

She gasped at my insult, but I quickly turned and left the room. I heard her cursing me for a few seconds, but it quickly turned to laughter from both of them and I began running.

- – - – -

“Just a minute! I’m coming!”

I stood outside Louis’ dorm room, shaking and crying harshly. I heard him stumble over something and curse softly, but he finally opened the door.

“Beth, what’s wrong?” He grasped my arm and gently pulled me inside.

“I – I just made a complete fool of myself,” I said around my tears, ending with a loud hiccup.

“Sit down, Beth and try to calm down.”

Louis had arranged for a private dorm room so there was only one bed in the room. On the other side he had placed a futon couch. I sat on the couch and set my purse and backpack on the floor next to it. He sat next to me and pulled my head on his shoulder as I cried.

“Now, what did you do that was so bad, Beth?”

His tone was soothing and my tears started to subside somewhat. I told him about the ruby earrings and what had occurred afterwards. He was very quiet as I talked and I felt him tense when I told him what I had done to Dan. However, when I told him what happened after that, he was livid.

“I can’t believe those two!” he exclaimed, standing and pacing before me. “I know they’re both schmucks, but how can they treat others like this? Everyone knows about your crush on Dan and I’m sure that he did too. I could kill him.”

“It’s not his fault. I’m the one that kissed him.”

“Beth, he could have said no after that. The man is a selfish pig. He takes what he wants, especially women.”

“I thought he cared about me. Last week, in rehearsals, he-“

I stopped, realizing that that rehearsal had meant nothing to Dan. He had simply been copping a feel from a more than willing groupie. I began crying again, feeling even more stupid and used.

Louis sat next to me again and tried to comfort me, rocking me gently. It took a few minutes but I finally calmed down again. “I’m sorry, Louis. I know I haven’t been very nice to you since this whole play began. I should have listened to you from the beginning about Dan.”

“I’m just glad that you finally see him for what he is.”

“I’m just sorry that I wasted a perfectly good blow job on that ass.”

“Well, if you ever want to give one to someone who’ll appreciate it, I’m always here for you.”

I laughed along with him and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Louis. I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Do you want something to drink? I can run down to the lobby and – Hey!” he exclaimed, interrupting himself. “How did you get up here without me signing you in?”

I blushed a bit. “I snuck past Jerry. He was watching TV.”

“You little wench, you could get me kicked out if anyone sees you.”

“Maybe I should just stay here tonight then. I’ll sneak out in the morning. Is Leonard still the morning guy?”

“Yes.”

“Then there’s no problem. He’s had a crush on me for two years.”

“He’s not the only one,” Louis grinned. He stood and left for the lobby to get us our drinks. I stood and went into the connected bathroom to check my face. I moaned at the puffy red eyes and mussed hair.

I splashed some cold water on my face and straightened my hair a bit then returned to the room. I had been in here several times over the past two years, but this was the first time since Louis had gotten a private dorm room. His last roommate had left school at mid-term and Louis had gone ahead and paid extra to keep it to himself. Having to share with a roommate could be tough, especially when you didn’t particularly like them. I had that problem myself.

Louis had made a cozy little room for himself complete with the bed, futon, a computer, miniature refrigerator, television set and DVD player. He was all set and I envied him his freedom.

He returned with my favorite soda and mixed us both a drink with a splash of rum.

“If you’re so worried about getting kicked out, what are you doing with liquor in your dorm room?”

“It’s something I can easily hide and I don’t go advertising that I have it.”

“Right now, I am so glad that you do have it.”

He looked at me, concerned and said, “You aren’t planning on getting drunk, are you?”

I laughed. “No, Louis. I’ve never been drunk in my life. It just helps calm me.”

“Okay. You want to watch something? I’ve rented a few movies for the weekend.”

“Sure, as long as you really don’t mind me staying over.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

I let him pick the movie, as I really didn’t care what we watched. I just wanted to be with someone that I knew wasn’t going to make fun of me, laugh at me or use me for their amusement. I lay on the futon and he settled on his bed to watch the movie.

About thirty minutes into the movie, I felt eyes on me. I looked up at Louis to find that he was watching me. “What?” I asked softly.

“Would you mind if I joined you?”

“Is the angle uncomfortable from your bed?”

“No,” he said simply.

I looked at him for a bit longer, starting to feel a little strange, but a little excited but not able to pinpoint why. “Sure, Louis.”

He paused the movie and had me stand up so he could fold the futon down. It barely fit but he was able to open it flat on the floor to create a queen-sized cushion. I lay on my stomach and propped my head in my hands to continue watching the movie. Louis lay on his side next to me, quite close, and rested his hand on my upper back. He started the movie again.

“Louis?” I said softly.

“Yes.”

“Earlier, when you said that Leonard wasn’t the only one with a crush on me – did you mean you do too?”

I didn’t look at him when I asked this, keeping my eyes on the television screen. I wasn’t completely sure what I wanted his answer to be. We had been friends for so long and I was afraid of acting on feelings that might just be the result of his kindness to me after a humiliating experience.

“Yes, Beth. But it’s more than a crush. Has been for a year now.”

I did finally look at him. His face was a little red and I could tell that he was very nervous, scared even. “Why?” I whispered.

He smiled and said, “Many reasons and I don’t really want to list them for you right now. I’ll just say that over the past two years you’ve become my best friend and the woman that I would like to be with romantically.”

“Why have you never said anything? It’s not like you.”

“Can I be blunt, Beth?”

“When are you not, Louis?”

He paused and then said, “I’ve held my tongue many times. The reason I’ve never mentioned my feelings is because I have been waiting for you to grow up.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked, a bit harshly. It wasn’t what I was expecting to hear.

“Calm down. I’m not trying to insult you. Whether you realize it or not, when it comes to men you’re a bit immature. Take Dan, for instance. You had a schoolgirl crush on him for two years. You never had a decent conversation with him but the first time you think he’s making an advance, you suck his dick.”

“If I’m such a baby why do you feel this way for me?” I spat, sitting up to face him.

“Because,” he said, sitting up with me. “It’s only in the area of romantic relationships that you’re like this. In every other way you are an intelligent, witty, beautiful woman that I want to be with. It’s just that, if you ever have feelings for me, I want them to be more real than what you’ve felt for those other bozos.”

“They already are more real, Louis.” I looked down, playing with my fingers, feeling dim-witted because I knew he was right no matter how angry his words made me feel. “At least I’ll say something to you.” I took a deep breath and said, “You’re absolutely right about Dan. He and Sabrina acted like selfish fools, but I was just as much a fool.”

“Maybe I should thank Dan,” Louis said softly. I looked up at him sharply. “This whole mess had made you start thinking about how you relate to men. And it’s made it possible for me to do this.”

“To do what?”

He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. He pulled back slightly and looked at me as I stared back at him. His face was still close to mine and he whispered, “I want to be with you, Beth, but I want to be with you, not a fawning shell.”

“Kiss me again, Louis.”

He leaned and kissed me again, lingering this time, and again. I put my hand on his face and he moved closer to me, pressing his lips firmly against mine. When his tongue nudged my lips I parted them, sighing as he kissed me deeply.

Our kiss continued for quite a while, our tongues moving over one another slowly. I could feel myself burning even more than with Dan and I felt like kicking myself for wasting so much time on morons like him.

Louis finally broke our kiss and I smiled at him. He smiled back and pushed me down onto the futon as I gasped. He moved over me and pressed his mouth against mine once again, moaning as his tongue once again ran over my own. His hands tangled in my hair and began massaging my scalp making me tingle.

My hands ran all over his back, clutching. I bent my leg against him and he bent his leg as well, tangling our limbs together. He subtly thrust his hips against me and I couldn’t help but moan feeling the hardness between his legs.

“Can I touch you?” he whispered, moving his lips to my ear. I gasped as his tongue wove into it and I whispered back, “Yes.”

“Beth, tell me if I go too far. Don’t let me do more than you want.”

“I won’t.”

I moaned as his lips found my sensitive neck. He sucked gently, biting at me, moving down slowly. I felt his hand on my blouse and he began undoing the buttons. I smiled, hoping that this time the damn blouse would stay off at least until morning.

He pulled back slightly and opened my blouse. He gasped, not realizing that I had failed to put my bra back on, and gazed down at my naked chest. His hands moved over me almost as if he were afraid to really touch me.

I grasped his hand and placed it firmly on my breast. Although it was small, it filled his hand and he kneaded as his lips moved over my second breast. I cried out a quiet ‘yes!’ as his tongue snaked around my hard nipple, sending wonderful sensations down my stomach and to my core, causing me to burn even more.

“Sit up,” he whispered and I obeyed. He pulled my shirt off of me and pushed me back down, burying his face between my breasts. His caresses were more passionate and he moved between my nipples with his lips, tongue and teeth. I couldn’t help but moan especially when he thrust against me.

“Take off your shirt, Louis. I need to feel your skin against mine.”

He pulled away from my breasts as if reluctant and I helped him unbutton his flannel shirt. He shrugged it off quickly as my hands moved over him. Louis was not big on sports but he was a swimmer and his body was lean and slightly muscular. His chest had a sprinkle of hair and my hands loved the tactile sensation of his hair on my palms.

He pressed his chest against my breasts and I sighed deeply, letting my head hang back.

“Beth,” he whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at him. “Should I stop?”

“Probably,” I whispered. “But don’t you dare.”

“If you regret this tomorrow I’ll hate you.”

I stared at him, surprised by his words and I knew he meant it. “I won’t regret it, Louis. I want you to take me.”

“I’m going to but don’t you dare leave me tomorrow.”

“Louis, I want you.”

He finished undressing both himself and me. I suggested that maybe we should move to the bed, but we both quickly agreed that it was just too small so we stayed on the futon.

We were both so aroused that no further foreplay was needed. He lay on his back and watched me as I slowly rolled a condom down his cock, gently squeezing him as I did so. I moved over him and covered his mouth with my own.

Kissing me deeply, he rolled me to my back and placed himself between my legs as I spread them, bending my knees against him. I wrapped my arms around him as he broke our kiss to pull back and look at me.

My lips parted and my eyelids drooped as he pushed his erection up and inside me. It had been a long time since I had had sex and his cock filled me so nicely that I couldn’t stifle the moans that emanated from my throat the moment he began thrusting into me.

“Oh god,” he rasped, grasping my jaw with the palm of his hand. He moved his face to my neck and began biting at me gently, as he thrust into me slow and deep. I lifted my knees and crossed my ankles at the small of his back, squeezing him tight as we leisurely writhed against each other.

I could feel him trembling and I moaned aloud realizing he wasn’t just fucking me, he was making love to me. I moved my face towards him and he met my lips with his own.

Our first time was slow and sensual and by the time I came, I was so dizzy that my ears were ringing. I heard him whispering but I couldn’t make out his words and they were soon replaced by loud yells of pleasure as he came, thrusting into me hard.

He stayed on top of me, gasping, still trembling. I gently pushed him to his side, but he wouldn’t release me and I had no desire to pull away.

“Beth,” he whispered, his voice still ragged. “I – I…”

“I know,” I whispered back. “You just showed me.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long.”

I kissed him gently. I giggled, feeling his cock stirring again already.

“I told you, I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he whispered, smiling at my giggle. “He’s going to keep getting hard until I’ve pounded you for hours.”

“Oh, such romantic talk,” I teased. “What would your mother think at how you’re talking to the woman you have such affection for?”

“Let’s not talk about my mother,” he said, making a face as I laughed at him. “I’ve made love to you and believe me, I’ll want to do it many times, but right now, Mr. Happy wants to fuck you, hard.”

“Mr. Happy?”

“Well, up until twenty minutes ago, he was Mr. Sad but now he’s pretty damn happy and wants to stay that way.”

“I’ll do my best to oblige him.”

After cleaning up a bit, Louis rejoined me on the futon and lay on his back, pulling me close to him. He kissed me and I moved my hand slowly down his chest until I was firmly grasping ‘Mr. Happy.’ He moaned openly as I stroked his erection, occasionally squeezing his balls and he was soon begging me to take him.

After moving a new condom down his length, I straddled his hips, pressing my breasts against his chest. He looked at me and grasped my hips as I moved myself down his erection. “Jesus,” he rasped as I took him inside of me, squeezing him tightly.

I began by moving slowly, propping myself up onto my elbows. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing and rubbing my sensitive nipples. With each thrust I could feel every inch of him inside of me and I knew I would be cumming at least once before this was over.

“Beth, Beth, Beth,” he rasped. I felt him thrusting from beneath and I began to move a bit faster. “Yes, Beth, ride me.”

I sat straight up and began moving up and down his rod at an even faster tempo making sure that his full length impaled me with each thrust. I couldn’t stop my moans and he didn’t ask me to be quiet. “Faster,” he rasped, now grasping both of my hips. I cried out as he began thrusting upwards again and I did move faster, bouncing wildly in his lap. I could feel his balls slapping against me with each thrust.

“Yes!” I cried. “Louis, yes, yes! Fuck me, Louis! Make me come!”

“Oh god yes!” he moaned, obviously enjoying my cries.

I kept gasping, crying out with each one, feeling the orgasm rising. I yelled loudly when it came and fell slightly, limp with pleasure. Louis quickly pulled me down and pushed me onto my back. He moved between my legs on his knees and hooked my leg over his shoulder.

“Yes!” I cried as his cock moved back inside of me. He grasped my hips and began pumping into me over and over as I continued to cry out.

“Beth!” he yelled the let out a guttural moan, cumming hard. I gasped as he pounded me several more times, even harder, but he finally stopped, rasping. He rolled off of me to his back. I quickly moved to his side and put my arm about him, resting my head on his rising and falling chest.

He grasped my head and kissed me passionately. I returned his passion, running my hand over his chest and stomach.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” he whispered.

I smiled and said, “Ditto.”

“I’m not done with you yet.”

I looked up when the knocking started on the door. Louis didn’t move but yelled, “Go away!”

“Is that you Louis? Nah, it can’t be Louis! It sounds like he’s getting laid, so it can’t be Louis!”

“Go away, you pervs!” he yelled. “Get your jollies somewhere else.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at the good-natured taunting and Louis said, “So, now you’re making fun of me too, are you? I think you ought to be punished for that.”

“I’m not scared of you.”

“You stay right here while I clean up. I’ll make you scared when I get back.”

He kissed me gently and stood to go into the bathroom. He threw a blanket over to me and I covered myself, feeling a bit cold, and lay back. I stretched, feeling sexier than I ever had I my life. I felt grown up and I definitely felt ready for more fun with Louis before the morning came.

He returned and crawled under the blanket with me, pulling me close to him. He grasped my head and kissed me, making me dizzy.

“Now, about your punishment,” he whispered. I gasped when he suddenly smacked my ass smartly.

“You son of a bitch!” I cried. “That hurt! Do it again.” He laughed and obeyed me, spanking me twice more. “Again,” I whispered. Twice more – smack! Smack! I let my hand move down his body until his hard cock was in my hand.

“Does spanking a woman get you off?” I whispered, stroking him slowly.

“It doesn’t turn me off,” he said deeply and smacked my bottom again, but not as hard this time. My hand was moving over him, making him shudder and moan deep in his throat. “Roll over,” he said roughly.

I rolled over and he pressed himself against my back. His hand spread my ass cheeks and he placed his cock between them snugly. He began thrusting, rubbing his cock up and down my ass as his hand grasped me between the legs, squeezing, as his fingers spread my lips.

“Oh, oh yes, right there,” I whispered as his fingers found my clit. His fingers moved between my legs expertly making me tremble and gasp until I came against his hand. All the while, he kept rubbing his cock against my ass.

As I lay gasping, he whispered into my ear, “Let me fuck your ass, Beth. Please.”

“N-No, not yet, Louis. I’m not ready for that.”

“Okay. Get on your hands and knees for me.”

“Just a second,” I said wistfully and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke probably just a few minutes later feeling hands on my breasts. I opened my eyes and got onto my hands and knees. Louis threw the blanket aside and get behind me, grasping my hips.

“You have such a nice ass,” he said, running his hands over it. I gasped, feeling his cock pressing into my pussy. At this angle I was so much tighter and his cock felt bigger. I moaned as he pushed into me to the hilt. He paused a moment, then began thrusting into me at a steady rhythm, running his hands over my ass constantly.

“Oh yes, Louis, yes. I love it when you fuck me so deep.”

He continued, grunting softly with each thrust. It didn’t take long for me to come and he came quickly afterwards. We collapsed to the futon bed together and cuddled close. We fell asleep tangled together.

The next morning I awoke before Louis and woke him up with a nice, leisurely cock sucking. We shared a shower and a nice slow screw against the shower wall then I snuck out of the dorm without attracting any attention.

That night, both Dan and Sabrina came down with pneumonia. The night before they had celebrated the success of opening night by skinny-dipping in the campus pond, then falling asleep drunk on the bank.

Louis and I finished out the play’s run in the lead roles. We received very good notices and the rest of the 10 performances went off without a hitch.

The following Valentine’s Day Louis bought me a pair of ruby earrings and this time, I got to keep them.