Chris Hailey Asstr

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Chris Hailey Asstr
Copyright 2021
Story codes: Fm, mf, Fmf, oral, throat, first
Summary: High school theater is always a bundle of teenage hormones, horny boys and willing girls. Toss in a sexy drama coach and you've got a sex romp on your hands!
Word count: 16,578
"Hey, you wanna go to the park and play frisbee after school?" Justin asked his best friend, Sean, as they navigated the crowded hallway of Wordsworth High School.
"Yeah, for the One Acts." Sean stopped at a floor length locker, spun the dial of the combination lock back and forth a few times, and opened the latch.
"One Acts?" Justin said, leaning back against the next locker over.
"Yeah, you know, One Acts? One act plays?" He stuffed the stack of books he was carrying onto the top shelf of the locker, scattering a couple of crumpled balls of paper to the floor, which he kicked nonchalantly off to the side.
Justin snorted a sort of laugh, shaking his head. "I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about."
Sean's head was now ensconced in his locker, and he was rifling through an enormous pile of what appeared to be trash. "Where the fuck is my Spanish book?" Sean's muffled voice wafted from the locker. More crumpled up pieces of paper flew out and onto the floor as he rummaged around.
"¿Dónde está mi libro de español?" Justin said with a grin.
"¿¡Dónde está mi fucking libro!?" Sean's muffled voice responded. "Ah, aquí!" He stood up, triumphantly showing his Spanish book to the world, simultaneously kicking the crumpled up paper balls across the hall and closing his locker door.
"So, come on man, frisbee!" Justin said as they continued down the hall, filled full of kids going from one classroom to another.
"God you drama nerds are complete losers. Do you realize that no one has any fucking idea what you're talking about? What are 'One Acts?'"
"They're short plays. You know, one act plays? We always put on like three one act plays in the fall."
"And you're going to skip playing frisbee with your best friend on a beautiful day so that you can try out for some loser plays?"
"Damn right," Sean answered. "You know Cassie? The freshman? She told me she's going to try out. I hope we get into the same play. I'm aiming for the lead in Cooperstown , and I told her to go for the part of the boss's daughter. Then we'll have a kissing scene!"
"Cassie Martin?" Justin said. "She's kinda flat, isn't she?"
"God you're so predictable," Sean said as the two boys rounded a corner into another crowded hallway. "I think she's cute as hell. All the girls in drama are cute."
"Sure..." Justin dripped with sarcasm.
"Besides, if it's big tits you want," Sean continued his rebuttal, "Mackenzie Holmes is one of the stars. Ms. Mathieu loves her."
"Yep! And if she has to make a really quick costume change in the middle of a play, you might get to see her in her bra!"
"Holy fuck, are you serious?" Justin stopped walking and just stared at his friend.
"Sure, I've seen lots of girls in their bras." Sean continued on, Justin hurrying to catch up, winding through the hallway that was beginning to thin as the kids started finding their way to classrooms before the tardy bell rang.
"God damn," Justin said, almost to himself. "Mackenzie Holmes, in her bra."
"And you do know that Ms. Mathieu is the drama coach, right?"
Justin was only vaguely aware of who Ms. Mathieu was. "Isn't she the French teacher?"
"Yep! And she's the drama coach. She's actually French, you know. She's from Paris or something. And she's single now! She got divorced last year I guess." Sean and Justin turned to walk into their Spanish class, right as the bell gave forth its deafening ring. "She's got nice tits, don't you think?"
Justin shrugged, then plopped into his chair. He hadn't noticed, and usually he'd notice something like that.
"Buenas tardes, estudiantes," Senora Jacobson said.
"So how 'bout it?" Sean half-whispered to his friend. "You gonna come to tryouts tonight?"
Justin snorted. "God it's like you're in a fucking cult. Sure, why not? I can't play frisbee with my best friend after school, apparently. What else do I have to do?"
Sean gave a little fist pump, and opened up his book. Justin rolled his eyes.
Justin found that he was remarkably nervous, as he sat in the front row of the auditorium at Wordsworth High School. The nervousness made him feel very foolish. It made him feel like a "drama nerd." It wasn't that he was worried about making a fool out of himself; while there were lots of kids in the auditorium, they were mostly milling about, chatting mutedly or paging through scripts. Very few of them were paying any attention to the auditions. The only people paying any heed at all were Ms. Mathieu and three seniors sitting with her in the middle of the sixth row. The three seniors, Justin had come to learn, had been selected to direct each of the "One Acts."
After what seemed like a nightmarishly long time, two or three hours at least, during which Justin sat in the front row becoming increasingly fidgety, Ms. Mathieu finally called his name from a sheet she had in front of her. Justin stood and looked around for Sean, who was standing near the back exit, his arm up on the wall, leaning over someone who was shrouded in shadow but surely must be that little freshman he's hot for. Cassie whatever. At least Sean managed to look up and give Justin a "thumbs up" as he walked as determinedly as he could to the left-most steps that swept up to the stage. He was glad that he managed not to trip and fall along the way.
Justin recited the lines they'd handed out with what he thought was a ridiculous monotone. But at least he didn't stumble over any words, like half the people who'd gone before him. Still, he was thinking as he walked off the stage, he hadn't done very well. One of the student directors even laughed a couple times. Not that he really cared, he had no interest in being a drama nerd, but visions of Mackenzie Holmes in her bra danced disappointingly in his eyes, dimming from hopeful expectation to standard sophomore fantasy.
Afterwards, Justin hung around awkwardly while Sean and Cassie Martin continued their endless flirty chatting. But, several of her friends were there, cute little freshman, and he did his best to act charming. They seemed to be appreciative, and he found himself thankful that Sean didn't seem to have any intention of leaving anytime soon.
"Justin?" he heard someone say his name, and he turned and saw one of the student directors. The one who'd laughed during his tryout, in fact. "I'm Rodney." He stuck his hand out for a handshake.
A bit mystified, Justin shook his hand.
"Listen," the senior said, "I don't get to make the final decision, that's Yvette's call, but I think you'd be perfect for a particular role in the play I'm directing."
"Really?" Justin said, genuinely surprised.
"It's not the lead. You'll be the sidekick."
"Yeah. You're bank robbers. It's a crime caper comedy."
"Caper comedy!" the senior finished for him. "And I loved your deadpan delivery. It was perfect for this character."
"Exactly. Listen, I can get you a copy of the script, if you want to look it over. It's called ' Caught! ' With an exclamation point."
"Right. Caught! , with an exclamation point."
At this point, one of the cute freshman interrupted the conversation. "What? You already have a role? I'm so jealous!"
Justin grinned at her, then turned to the senior. "Sure, I'll take a look at the script."
"What play is it?" the cute freshman asked him.
" Caught! , with an exclamation point," he answered. "It's a crime caper comedy."
A week later, Justin was sitting in the front row of the auditorium, waiting for the first "read through" to begin.
"Hey!" he heard someone say, and the cute freshman from the week before bubbled up and sat down in the chair next to him. "I got a part in Caught! , too!" She smiled enthusiastically at him, showing the glitter of braces on her teeth.
"It's not nearly as big a role as yours, but still! My first high school play!"
"I know! My name's Ashley." She stuck her hand out.
"Justin," he replied, shaking the hand.
Ashley was cute, that's for sure, bright blue eyes and straight blond hair cut in a smart little bob, held back with a hair band. She looked a little "throw-back preppie," as was common among the richies at school, and furthermore, she looked like she might be a sixth grader, not a freshman in high school. Not exactly Justin's type, but it's not like he could afford to be picky. She appeared to have even less to offer in the bosom department than her friend Cassie, which added to the sixth grader look, but she had one feature that a high school boy will always find attractive in a girl--she seemed to be into him. Justin began to understand exactly what Sean liked so much in Cassie Martin.
Then Ms. Mathieu walked up and sat down on the edge of the stage, and Justin's attention was completely diverted from Ashley. Ms. Mathieu was wearing a blazer over a tight white shirt, and while the blazer hid most of what was attracting his attention, he could see enough to know that Sean was right; the woman definitely had a nice rack. If only she'd take that jacket off...
And she did. She pulled the jacket off and tossed it back behind her on stage. The white shirt--a tank top--clung to her chest, showing the precise shape of two very perfect breasts, not overly large, but full and round, and Justin couldn't keep his eyes off of them. He saw her smiling, right at him, and he knew he'd been busted. He quickly went back to paying attention to Ashley, pretending that nothing had happened.
"Okay, kids," Rodney, the senior director, announced. "Time to start!"
The read-through went surprisingly well. Justin actually found himself enjoying it! He tried to deliver his lines as "deadpan" as he could, and it seemed to work. There were a lot of giggles. Although in truth, at least half of them were from Ashley.
Afterwards, Ashley was her usual bubbly self. "That was so much fun!" she said. "You're so good! You're so funny!"
"You're really good, too." He tried to sound sincere.
"Oh, don't be silly. I only have a little part. But that's okay! I get to hang out with you!"
He laughed. Ashley sure was a fun girl. "No, I'm serious, you're good." He sounded more sincere this time.
"Are you walking home? We could walk home together! At least, if we're going the same way..."
Justin spied Ms. Mathieu walking towards the exit, her jacket over her arm, her tight shirt attracting his attention again.
"Sure," he said to Ashley's idea. "Just a sec."
"Ms. Mathieu!" he said, hurrying over to interrupt the drama coach's exit. She paused, and Justin continued, "I just wanted to say thanks for giving me a chance."
"Call me Yvette," the woman said with a pronounced French accent. "Everyone in the Drama Club does."
Ms. Mathieu smiled. It was a million dollar smile. Justin felt his cock twitch at the sight of it. She was a good-looking woman, he realized, apart from her nice tits; tall and athletic, with a long neck and sculpted face. She might have been a model, at least when she was younger. She's probably in her mid-thirties now, Justin guessed, but still, she carries it well. A classic look about her. He wondered how he hadn't noticed her before. Is he losing his touch?
"I think you're tailor-made for this role," she said.
"I'm enjoying it, it's just, this is my first play, so..."
"Oh! Well, if you need any help with your lines, feel free to stop by my room after school."
"I'm sure I'll need lots of help with my lines." Justin said, mostly out of an honest belief that he'd need a lot of help, but partly out of a desire to hang out for a while with Ms. Mathieu's tits--er, I mean, with Ms. Mathieu.
"Good!" Ms. Mathieu gave him that same million-dollar model's smile. Justin almost creamed his pants. Then she lifted her hand a bit in a wave goodbye, and headed to the exit. Justin returned to Ashley.
"Ms. Mathieu's so nice, isn't she?" Ashley bubbled. She didn't wait for an answer. "So you're gonna walk me home?"
As they walked up to the exit, Ashley reached over and took his hand.
Justin had to admit he liked holding hands with the cute freshman, but he was worried that they might run into Ms. Mathieu, and he really didn't want her to see him holding hands with a silly bubbly young girl. He wanted her to think he was more sophisticated than that. But, it was inevitable. The French teacher was getting into her car when she spotted them and waved.
Justin dropped Ashley's hand, quicker than he'd intended, to return the wave.
"Oh! There's Ms. Mathieu!" Ashley said. "Let's go over and say 'hi!'" She grabbed his hand again, and dragged him along with her to the teacher's car.
"Bonjour, Mademe Mathieu!" Ashley said, still holding Justin's hand.
"Bonjour, Ashley. And hello, Justin.'
Ms. Mathieu gave him that same smile.
Ashley looked sideways at him, surprised to hear him call the teacher by her Christened name. But without missing a beat, she looked back at Ms. Mathieu and bubbled, "Justin's walking me home!"
"Well, that's very gentlemanly of him," Ms. Mathieu responded, looking right at Justin and smiling as she spoke.
Ashley giggled. "I know! He's a gentleman." She looked looked up at him, with her own smile, her braces glittering from the lights of the parking lot.
"Well, be safe!" Ms. Mathieu said. As she got in her car, she gave Justin one last smile.
"Ms. Mathieu's so nice, don't you think?" Once again she didn't wait for a reply, just bubbled right past the question. "I'm in her French class, third period."
"Nice." Justin couldn't help but notice that Ms. Mathieu's headlights shone right on him and Ashley, holding hands, as the teacher pulled out of the parking lot.
Ashley bubbled even more on the walk to her house. "Rodney's a really good director, don't you think?"
"It's cool that Cassie and Sean got the parts they wanted. I wish Cassie was in Caught! with us, but she really wanted to be in the same play as Sean. They have a kissing scene, did you know that?"
"Cassie says they're already practicing for it!"
"I know, I'm so jealous!" Ashley said. "I wish we had kissing scene! Or even just a scene together. I should be the banker's daughter, don't you think? I don't know why they gave that part to stupid old Emily Banth instead of me. If I was the banker's daughter, at least we could be alone together on stage for a little bit, even if it isn't a kissing scene."
"Yeah" Justin answered, not really sure what else to say.
But Ashley didn't really seem to notice his lack of response. She just kept right on bubbling. "I love this park!" Ashley said, pulling him along with her as she veered from the sidewalk into a little wooded lot.
"I've been coming here since I was a kid! Hey, you want to see the tree I always used to climb?"
"Sure!" He managed a little genuine enthusiasm this time. Tree climbing was a bit more Justin's style than kissing on stage.
They walked through the grass into the woods, and Ashley led Justin by the hand to a big old oak tree. "You just climb up onto this," she said, demonstrating, "and this, and then you can crawl out on this big branch..."
Justin followed her, and shortly they were both sitting on the branch. He put his arm around her, and she looked at him, smiling. He leaned his face towards hers, and they kissed. When their faces parted, he could see in the dim light that Ashley had a big braces-revealing grin.
"You want to practice kissing, just like Cassie and Sean!" she said.
Justin laughed, then leaned into her again, and they proceed to make out on the big limb of that oak tree, tonguing each other for the next ten minutes like a couple of horny teenagers. Half-way into the makeout session, Justin set a hand on her belly and started slyly sliding it up. She reached up her hand, as if to interfere with the progress of his, though she was a second too late and his hand found its intended destination just before hers arrived. She didn't pull his away, though. She left it in place on top of her breast, cupping her fingers around his hand, almost like her intention was to encourage him to squeeze her little tit.
"I'm sorry it's so small," she said during a pause in the kissing.
He gave her his most reassuring smile. "I think it's cute!"
"Yes!" Emboldened, he slipped a finger between two buttons of her shirt and slid his hand over, the finger now on her bra. "I think you're sexy!"
"Really?!?" She took a deep breath, almost a sigh, as his finger found her nipple though the thin fabric of her bra. "I've never had a guy feel me up before," she said. "I've never had a boyfriend before." She put her hand on his knee, and he reached his free hand down and put it on top of hers. And then, with practiced skill, Justin started urging her hand to move up his leg. And while they kissed, sucking on each other's tongues, and while his finger played with her nipple through her bra, he finally managed to get her hand on his swollen cock. She seemed to try to take it away at this point, but he held it there, and eventually her fingers began curiously tracing the shape of his erection, until a few seconds later she more forcefully withdrew her hand and broke their kiss.
"I probably should get home soon," she said. "My parents will--"
"Okay." He tried not to sound as frustrated as he was.
She gave him a look of concern. "I know you probably want to go further..."
"I'm just really nervous, you're my first real boyfriend and I don't really know..."
"It's fine, Ashley," he said, and he started clambering down the tree.
As they held hands, walking the last block to her house, she wasn't her usually bubbliness. She was quiet for a bit, and Justin was increasingly worried that he'd he'd gone too far, that he'd made her mad. But eventually, she said, "It's not that I don't want to go further."
He tried to smile as reassuringly as possible. "Seriously, it's fine, Ashley. I'm sorry if I--"
"Maybe next time?" she interrupted. "Maybe we can go further next time?"
He tried not to grin like a horny sophomore. "Okay," he said, putting his newly discovered deadpan skills to work.
Ashley stood up on her tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek, then dashed up the walkway to her house.
Ms. Mathieu leaned against her desk, script in hand, while Justin sat in a chair in the front row of the class, reciting lines. She offered encouragement, and criticism.
Justin was pretty happy to get to hang out one-on-one with the beautiful woman, but his mind wasn't fully invested in the coaching session. The only reason he'd even asked her for help was to kill time while Ashley met in the library with some classmates to work on a project, and when she was done, they were going to his house, where they would have the place to themselves for two hours before his parents got home from work. His mind was reeling at the possibilities. How far would she actually let him go? How far would she go?
"It's important to understand your character's motivation," Ms. Mathieu was saying. "What do you think his motivation is in this scene?"
"I guess..." Justin ventured, hopeful that he might seem remotely thoughtful to Ms. Mathieu, "he's kinda hot for the girl, right?"
Ms. Mathieu flashed that smile at him. "Yes, but..."
"And she's rich, I mean, her dad's rich, so she's way out of his league. You know, he's just a criminal. A bank robber--and she works at the bank!"
Ms. Mathieu nodded. "So, how do guys feel, when they know a girl is out of their league?"
He looked over at her. "Um, desperate?" he offered, a little embarrassed.
"Don't ask me! Tell me! You're the guy in this room!"
"It's frustrating," he said, "because, you know, you really like the girl and she's hot, but she's out of your league."
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