I've had a crush on her since before COVID, when I met her at a theater retreat.
Tall, thin, pale, shocking red hair, the prettiest blue eyes, lips made for kissing, and legs made for marathons and wrapping around a lover.
She was perfect.
She was also married, or so I thought.
Not married, but together forever with her loser boyfriend, a wanna-be actor with no talent, an ugly face, and breath that could peel paint. I have NO idea why they are together.
Flash forward several years, to last Friday
Closing night for a revival of "The Dresser" in a small theater near home. I know she's coming, I know several friends are coming, so we meet in the lobby, long hugs are shared, compliments offered. After closing, everyone scatters to do summer stock and vacation gigs.
She's in a short blue tennis skirt. I wait until he's gone (the jealous prick but a total cuck) and compliment her directly, bluntly, and in detail..
She blushes a bit, giggles, and says thank you.
Last minute purchases mean we are not sitting together, but I find a row with 5 seats together, so I grab her by the hand, lift her out of her seat, and pull her along with me.
Me, Her, Him, a sweet little flirty actress friend, a stranger on the aisle. We get seated. I sent him a text. He read it and slumped in his seat.
Before the lights go out, I text her, feeling gutsy before the summer break
"Have you ever had two men touch you at one time?"
As she was putting her phone in her jacket pocket, she felt it vibrate, she paused, saw it from me, and gave me a quizzical look.
"Read it."
She did, and her head snapped up and she stared at me as the lights when down. Silence.
The announcement warned about phones and photos, and the curtain opened.
Like a teenager, I spread my legs until my knee touched hers. At first, she flinched away, but then, her knee rested on mine, our fingers touching.
Her BF, the sniveling cuck that he was, followed instructions to the letter. As the first monologue started, I placed my hand on her knee and pulled her leg to me. By her gasp, he did the same.
My fingers massaged her skin, just above her knee, not too high, but a new touch from me. He did the same. Doing almost nothing, just holding her open, spread, the short skirt riding up in her faded red velvet seat.
Every 2-3 minutes, painfully slow to my hardening cock, our hands moved higher, then stopped.
I leaned over to her, as the stage lights lit a new scene, I saw his hand under her skirt, as mine was.
"Touch yourself." I whispered.
She tried to close her legs, but both of us held firm. I took her hand in mine, kissed her fingertips, and repeated myself, "Touch."
Her left arm draped over her BF's arm, her right arm, dropped into her lap and made its way under her skirt.
She was tentative at first, but as the laugher on stage got louder, she got bolder. I felt her wrist begin to move in little circles, then bigger, then up and down.
I looked over at her and gripped her high inner thigh gently, but firmly, she knew my fingers were an inch from her clit, my hand a breath away from her pussy, yet I held firm.
Here we were, a suitor, a woman, her boyfriend, pulling her open, spreading her sweet strong legs, sharing the moment, but not touching. We simply held her, spread her, gave her access to her own sweet body, two hands, two men, one woman, and, as the audience cheered before intermission, one massive orgasm.
I let my hand drift out from under the short blue skirt, and I clapped for the wonderful performers.
She grabbed my hand and wiped her fingertips across my palm. It was sticky, wet, fragrant and flavorful.
I stood and exited, turning her direction, facing her, putting my pulsing hard cock inches from her mouth. I passed him and then extended my hand to allow our friend to leave first, she declined, but as passed in front of her, she touched me.
Her hand gently brushed against my cock through my jeans. I flinched. She smiled.
As we left our seats my redhead was holding on to her boyfriend, catching her breath, perhaps crying a little.
My attention was pulled away to my new friend.
"I saw what you two were doing, now it's my turn."
