[M]y Greatest Stage Per[F]ormance

Since moving to Athens, Ga in 1992, I’ve had a lot of fun. It’s a pretty okay place to live, but the major attraction for me is the abundance of college girl pussy that I’m still able to tap into from time to time, even all these years later.

One of my favorite memories was from shortly after I’d arrived in town. I was pretty young, early twenties, and not at all bad to look at, though I was skinny as a rail back then (which made me seem a little taller than my actual six feet) and as goofy as we all were at that age. I was clean-cut and tended to dress up when I went out – a nice suit is catnip for the ladies, let me tell you, even if a strong wind would have blown me away. A few years of indulging in rich Italian foods and good whiskey, and now I’m the middle-weight champion of the world, but I still get compliments and I’ve been called handsome more than a few times by ladies younger than myself, even though I honestly think I look more like Black Uncle Fester these days. But if some cute co-ed wants to take a ride, who am I to question their aesthetic sensibilities?

So anyway, like I said, I was new to town and still getting used to the vibe of the downtown scene. Some people really groove on this town, but I’m actually rather ambivalent towards it, though of course back then everything was new and exciting and I couldn’t help but be jazzed about seeing shows at venues like the 40-Watt Club. And it was outside the 40-Watt that I met a young lady I’ll call Kathy.

She was literally the coolest chick I had ever seen in my life, which admittedly had only lasted a little over two decades, and a little over half of that was spent under the wildly erroneous impression that girls were gross. There was a long picnic-style table on the sidewalk in front of the club and she was sat on the edge of the table with her big black combat boots resting on the seat. Her petite frame was bundled in a ratty shapeless tweed overcoat that was about two sizes too big for her and which was rolled back at the sleeves. She was reclining with one hand braced on the surface of the table behind her and in the other hand was a cigarette between two fingers held away from her face at eye level. She had short silky black hair that just barely kissed her shoulders and her lipstick was a dark plum that almost looked black in the dim light, in heavy contrast to her alabaster skin. She wore opaque black tights and a black dress under the overcoat and sunglasses. It was night and she was wearing sunglasses. She looked like the love child of Anna Karina and Maynard G. Krebs. I was, of course, instantly smitten with her. She must have seen me gawping like a country bumpkin at a carnival freak show, because she flicked her wrist to knock the ashes from her cigarette and smiled at me. That was it; she was out of my league, but I had to do something. Man’s reach must exceed his grasp, else what’s a Heaven for?

I broke the ice with a joke so corny that I’m embarrassed to repeat it here, but it did the trick and two days later I fucked her *al fresco* in my grandmother’s backyard vegetable garden (I’ll tell that story another time, maybe). I had dated a few college girls here and there up to that point, and fucked a fair few of them, but Kathy was on a whole other level. She was amazing, and she was smart, and she was darkly funny, and she was adventurous, and she loved fucking, and she loved finding interesting places for us to fuck.

Kathy asked me to meet her downtown so that she could show me something, and asked in a way that promised much. No fool I, I quickly got myself presentable and made for the downtown area. We met up, kissed, and then Kathy took my hand and led me towards the Morton Theater. Around this time, the city of Athens was in the middle of a massive restoration of the Morton Theater, a grand old downtown vaudeville palace from the early 20th century, a building that is on the historic register but which had fallen into disrepair. The restoration was within a few months of being completed, and the idea was that the city would rent the space out for high-class gigs and preserve a little bit of local Black history. Kelly took me around to the side of the building and and grinned. She’d found a door that had been left unsecured by the workmen and we slipped inside.

We spent about an hour inside the building, poking around in the dressing room area under the stage, fooling around in the seats in the audience, and generally exploring the place from top to bottom. Finally, we made our way to the stage. We sat on the edge of the stage with our legs dangling over the orchestra pit and the adrenaline and excitement of being in a cool place we weren’t supposed to be finally overwhelmed us and we started making out.

I loved the taste of her when we kissed. She tasted like sarcasm and strawberries and sin, and I’ve only ever kissed one other girl who made my legs go rubbery the way that Kathy did. I got a little thrill every time I got my arms around her, every time my hands glided over the contours of her body, every time she pressed herself close to me and the warmth of our bodies began to intermingle – Mad in pursuit, and in possession so. My suit jacket came off and so did on she was on her back on the wooden floor of the stage, her legs wrapped around me, holding me close as I kissed a trail along the curve of her neck, returning eventually to her mouth, which met mine greedily in a passionate kiss. My excitement grew with each of her tiny gasps as my hand found its way over the top of her black sparkly thigh-high stockings and underneath the hem of her dress, working its way slowly along her thigh to meet the thin cotton fabric of her panties. They were by now soaked, and encountering the warm wet heat of her excited me, as it always did, and I began to grind on top of her. I pushed her panties aside and gently ran my finger along her snatch. A sharp intake of breath told me that I was on the right track, and I slipped my finger inside. She squirmed underneath me and grabbed the side of my head with her hands and kissed me as she moaned softly into my mouth. I pulled back a bit to drink her in. She was incandescent with desire. She arched her back a bit and slipped her panties off.

“Here?” I said. She smiled and her eyes shadowed and she nodded, and unbuckled my belt and helped me get my pants down. I positioned myself between her legs and teased her with the head of my cock, rubbing it up and down, coating it with her wetness before finding that velvet entrance and pushing myself into it. I went in to the hilt in one thrust, and Kathy let out her breath in a soft guttural groan, and we lay there like that, her head arched back, vibrant with lust, me with my hands on her wrists and both arms on either side of her, lost in balms, supporting my body as I luxuriated in the warm softness of her cunt.

Even now it seems that we must have stayed like that for hours, but in reality it must have been only a few minutes before I withdrew and thrust into her again, slowly and deliberately, and she groaned again, her mouth a perfect ‘O’ as she trembled through her first orgasm of the night, and struggled against my hands, which held her firm to the stage, and I thrust into her again, and again, so slowly at first, but more rapidly as my desire to feel myself moving inside her gave way to pure animal lust. I pounded into her, eventually releasing her arms so that she could wrap them around me, then using my arms to hook her legs up over my shoulders. In this position she let her arms fall back over her head, hands clenched into fists, her moans mixed with the rhythmic slapping of our bodies echoing through the auditorium. We moved like that for about 10 minutes, and Kathy urged me on, begging me to fuck her with my huge black cock, pleading with me to fill her up, she an atheist and yet calling on God as I plowed her cunt, and her legs were stiff against my shoulders as her back arched and she came again, moaning loudly.

I left her long enough to turn her over, positioning her on her knees: My favorite position, face down, ass up. I grabbed her hips and entered her again, pounding her pussy like a jackhammer, fucking her through another orgasm, and that was the one that put me over the top. I emptied my cum into her, and I stayed inside her until we’d somewhat regained our senses, finally collapsing into a heap, breathing heavily. We stayed there, in the dark on the stage of the Morton Theater, slick with sweat and each other, satisfied and yet still hungry for each other. After a while, we got dressed and kissed and left the theater.

Oddly, this was not the only stage I was destined to fuck someone on. I had other adventures with Kathy, until things went sour and a love triangle developed that culminated in what I’m told was a rather cinematic fistfight with a friend in the rain. It was the first time I’d ever had my heart really broken, but nevertheless, after the passage of time, I still think of her fondly.

Ah, Kathy. Wonderful were the long secret nights you gave me, my lover.

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