[F/M] Sneak sex backstage

It wasn’t just that Josh was a cute, beautiful, sexy man. That helped, sure, but a huge part of what I loved about him was that we shared so many interests, and that he cared about doing more than just the minimum to get through life. He was in band with me (trombones, hell yeah!), played football, and was our set designer/builder for drama. It honestly amazed me all the things he did and spent time on while managing to keep pretty good grades, it amazed me even more that he had any time at all for friends and time for me. Of course, taking a full classload and doing so many electives and after school activities meant we didn’t have a ton of time together, so we had to get creative in finding time to be, ahem, alone.

I’ve mentioned it before, but where I grew up there were a lot of rich people. Combine that with a fairly small community with a single high-school and it’s no small wonder that our school was incredibly well done. To my eyes (that cared oh so little for sports) the crowning jewel was our auditorium- 1,000 seats with balcony, full tech booth, mechanically controlled acoustic walls to adjust for plays or orchestras, it was a stunning amount of money that surely was spent on such a majestic and wonderful space. But the best part of the whole thing was backstage.

Backstage was magic.

It wasn’t just that the backstage was huge (we had a docking bay for fuck’s sake!) but it also felt kind of like a miniature bunker. There were all sorts of cool railways and stair wells leading up to the lights, storage rooms and dressing rooms, trap doors that lead under the stage and to a sweet orchestra pit it was… it just was an awesome space. But most impressive was our prop/costume storage area. Some smart architect decided that it made the most sense to build a storage space above the dressing/green rooms so that we weren’t just wasting space. A narrow stairwell led to the top and there was a chain operated lift to get things from the top to the bottom.

Unfortunately, our class was the first class to really get to use the theatre after it had been built for our school and that meant that all the props and clothes from the old school had been unceremoniously dropped into our upper storage area for later sorting. Why bother paying people to sort clothes when you have a bunch of young people who will ‘gladly’ do it as part of their course work? Yeah. The downside to being in the tech booth (like I was) is that on the days when it was just line reads and blocking for our latest play, us tech oriented people didn’t have a whole hell of a lot to do. Which, you guessed it, meant we got to sort through the endless piles of props and clothes upstairs.

This is also how Josh and I managed to get a little creative.

On days when we were ‘exiled to the top’ as our teacher called it, we usually had a couple of other people with us. So we mostly spent our time putting on ridiculous clothes and making mock battles between pirates and space ninjas, while occasionally hanging up a shirt or boxing up an errant cup or plate. But through some weird fluke of luck the flu struck down enough people that Josh and I found ourselves upstairs, all alone, piles of clothes around us that obscured both sight and sound. “Here?” I asked. I tried to sound as incredulous as possible. I tried to sound like I was appalled at the very idea of it. I failed.

“Oh, please, you’ve dreamed of doing this.” Josh said. He took a step closer to me, that stupid confident smile of teasing me.

“How would you know?” I asked, taking a step away from him, toward the largest pile of clothes in the center of the room.

“And I quote ‘doing it somewhere in school would be awesome.’” Josh pitched his voice up.

“I don’t sound like that.” I shot back.

“True! You’re far whinier.” Josh smiled at me. I picked up a random garment from the pile next to me and tossed it in his face. With a flick of his wrist he jerked it off his face and looked at it in mock surprise.

“Why, my lady, I believe you have besmirched my honor.” Josh said.

“Please, you’re the one who took my honor.” I shot back. Josh closed the distance between us until I could feel the heat of his body and smell the pleasant tang of his sweat.

“And would that I could take it again.” He bowed his head and lifted my hand to his lips, softly kissing the back of my hand.

“Oh, my, how forward of you, I do believe I’m having a spell!” Yeah, I know, I confused European princess and Southern Belle, but in my defense my southern accent is way better than my British.

Pretending to swoon I fell backward onto the pile of clothes, surprised at how comfortable it all was. Though pretending to be some sort of high class princess or debutant the way I composed myself was anything but, tshirt half up my belly, legs splayed, panties on show to the world around me. The Court would have been scandalized.

Far from scandalized, Josh kneeled down and kissed me. We’d gotten much better at kissing since our first time, learning how we moved our heads, how we parted our lips, me discovering I liked having my lips bit and Josh discovering he liked me to bite his neck. My hands roamed his back, his shoulders, his arms. True to form Josh supported himself with one arm and played with my tits with the other. It wasn’t doing a ton for me, practical bras hinder sensation pretty well, but I appreciated the effort. He went for the clasp of my bra, fiddling with a mechanism he couldn’t figure out two handed, and I had to put my hand on his chest to get him to stop.

“No, Josh. Too risky.” I said. He stopped, and quirked an eye at me.

“And this isn’t?” He asked, and for once his charming little smile didn’t work on me.

“Clothes on, okay?”

In a lot of relationships this could have been a moment. Where I felt my boundaries weren’t being respected, and Josh felt like I was being a prude, and a secret bitter resentment stewed inside of both of us festering its way into future, petty arguments. But, no. Josh just smiled at me.

“Whatever, you’re still hot as fuck like this.”

We’d apparently moved beyond pretending to be classy.

I pulled him back down to me and we kissed again, my hands moving down his chest, to his belt, to his fly. For all my mental criticism of his inability to get my bra off, I was having a hell of a time getting a little strip of metal to go down. It certainly didn’t help that Josh had snaked his hand down to my crotch and was rubbing my pussy through my panties.

“Ugh! Shit!” I caught myself mid moaning too loudly, but Josh flashed me a look of warning. He pushed my hands away from his still frustratingly closed zipper, pushed my skirt up, and tugged my panties off. This technically didn’t violate my clothes on rule- if someone came I could pull my skirt down and they probably wouldn’t notice. What truly caught me off guard was Josh balling up my panties and pushing them into my gasping mouth.

It was weird. I knew Josh was trying to keep me quiet. But it was weird. A good weird. A weird that filled my head with the scent of my own arousal and the perversion of having something gagging me quiet. (Let’s not kid ourselves, I could easily breathe around them and they were squishy enough to not really force me to do anything.) I spread my legs wider, and my eyes begged for Josh to fuck me.

The faint sound of a zipper being undone sounded like a gunshot in the space around us, and we both flinched waiting for someone to say something. Nothing. Satisfied we were safe, Josh pulled his cock out of his boxers and spat on his palm, rubbing it onto the head of his cock. We’d progressed to using lube, because why not, but since we hadn’t really planned on a random encounter today spit would have to suffice. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my lips to build some additional lube, with the added benefit of teasing me and making me arch my hips toward his cock, before he pushed inside me.

Yup. His cock was still awesome. The feeling of being opened, of being filled, of being warm and secure, of being fucked hard and deep to the point of soreness, to hear his moans and grunts, to feel him grasp me like I was the only thing in the world, to feel the pulse of his blood through his cock. A thousand times yes. It was good foresight on Josh’s part to gag me because there was no way I could keep my voice down. My fingers worked quick circles on my clit as I brought myself to a quick, satisfying, leg shaking orgasm. “You good?” Josh asked, slowing his pace. He hadn’t been able to build up too much steam but the clothes were thankfully muffling most of the noise. I nodded my head and Josh nodded, that familiar look appearing in his eye.

“Where?” He asked.

It was trivial to take my panties out of my mouth, but instead I took my free hand and pointed to my mouth. Josh nodded and picked up his pace, his breath coming faster, his grip tighter on my hip.

We both jerked when we heard footfalls on the stairwell. Our eyes went wide, I pulled my panties out of my mouth, intending to slip them on and try not to look like I’d just cum all over my boyfriend’s cock. Instead of pulling out of me Josh grabbed handfuls of clothes and started tossing them over my head, my chest, my waist, our legs. I took the hint and lowered my knees and tried to curl them in toward Josh as much as possible.

How fucking ridiculous. Covered in old drama costumes, holding my panties in one hand, my boyfriend balls deep in my pussy, trying to stay hidden from someone as they came to check on us. I held my breath as the steps reached the top. I couldn’t see anything but little slivers of light, no idea where our uninvited guest was.

“Hey.” The voice belonged to Eric, the assistant director.

“Hey.” Josh said. To me his voice sounded too deep, too lusty, too out of breath.

“Where’s Ami?” Eric asked. I tensed under Josh and felt Josh’s cock throb in response.

“Uh, bathroom, I think.” Josh sounded innocently confused, like he genuinely didn’t understand why Eric was asking him. Thank god for his ability to sound completely and innocently stupid.

“You… okay?” Eric asked after nodding.

“Yeah. Just, was digging for something I found the other day. I’ll find it eventually.” It sounded absurd. It was absurd.

“Huh, alright. Whatever. Just wanted to let you know we’re gonna order pizza for lunch, pepperoni cool?” Eric asked.

“Yeah, sure.” Josh said.

As Josh breathed I could feel him moving slightly in and out of me. It was agony. I wanted him to move, I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to moan. I came so close to popping out and yelling at Eric to leave us the fuck alone. Moments later I heard Eric’s footfalls on the stairwell and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Josh pulled the clothes off me, and instead of the goofy smile I was expecting to see he had a look I’d not seen since our first night together.

“Oh, shit–” I began. Josh slapped his hand over my mouth and fucked me. I guess my twitching had done more to him than I’d anticipated, and Josh was taking it out on me. Thankfully he didn’t last much longer, both for the noise he was making and for the fact that I’d had his cock inside me without break for a while now.

He pulled out of me and began rapidly stroking his cock. I scooted down the clothes pile and slapped his hand away, then wrapped my lips around his cock. With a few flicks of my tongue on his cock-head Josh’s hips jerked and I pushed the rest of his cock deeper into my mouth. A second later the first spurts of cum jetted out of his cock, and I immediately started swallowing. He came enough that a little leaked out of the sides of my mouth. I didn’t even think about it just grabbed a random garment and wiped up his cum. He slipped out of my mouth and tucked his cock into his pants and zipped up. I slipped my panties on and stood back up. He kissed me, a passionate but soft kiss.

“You taste like cum.” He said.

“How would you know?” I asked.

“Because I just came in your mouth.”

“Point.” I said and nodded. We laughed and walked downstairs, heading toward the bathroom to do a little clean-up. Everyone saw us come down together, but Eric gave Josh a look that said everything to anyone who was paying attention. But no one was. No one really gave a shit who was fucking upstairs, we weren’t the first and we weren’t going to be the last.

“Everything okay, you two?” Eric asked, pointedly.

“Great!” I said, “Got a little cotton mouth going on though, must be real dry up there.”

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