as told by Fancy Jones I was the only one left in the costume shop. That’s what comes of being an undergraduate major in Drama at the U. The teachers leave earliest, then the graduate assistant, then the people who don’t care about their work, then there’s me left. Me is Fancy Jones; my parents had been reading too much 19th century fiction when I came along. They’d never read a modern sex book either, because they never told me anything but, “Don’t.” And that’s been perfectly satisfactory. I’ve had boy friends and all and an occasional hand in a forbidden place, but nothing else. I don’t even know what a dick looks like, except from drawings on washroom walls.
I was getting hungry too. But I had one more fitting. The drama department was doing Romeo and Juliet next and we were in the midst of costumes. Dr. Koenig had done the sketches. Now we, as Costumes for the Stage Drama D117 had to follow the costume through from the first to the final fitting I’d drawn Mercuctio. He was going to be dressed in black velvet and black tights with silver trim and red slashings, to symbolize the fact that he was going to be slashed in the fight with Tibalt. Dr. Koenig was a little bit more psychological in her explanation, but that was it.
I was going to have to measure… let me check my notes, Jim Benson. I’d never seen Jim and he’d never seen me, but I was supposed to push the end of my tape up beside his testicles… see I’m so inhibited that•! can’t even call them balls… and see what his inseam was. I’d pointed out that he was wearing tights, which didn’t have an inseam, but Dr. Koenig said, it was all in the practice. Some of the other student’s laughed. Ginny had whispered to me, “afraid of a handful of balls?” She was right.
Oh, where is Jim Benson aka/Mercutio? I wanted something to eat. I was dreaming of the hot dogs in the fridge back at the apartment. I could see the thing now … ooops, I wonder if Freud would have anything to say about that symbol.
“Ahhh… Miss?”
I turned. What a gorgeous guy. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark mustache and a great body. He was wearing a grey university athletic shirt with short sleeves. On his left arm there was a dark blue tattoo of an eagle perched on a nest, ready to take off. The rest of him was encased in grey sweats. He may have been color coordinated in grey down to his shorts, if he was wearing any. I checked.
Nothing much that I hadn’t seen live showing. I glanced at my assignment sheet, “Jim Benson, Mercutio?”
“Right. Got held up.”
I couldn’t imagine that. With his muscle he could have had the attacker down on the floor begging for mercy in ten seconds.
“Stand up on the box please. I have to measure you.”
He grinned, “I bet you do.”
I think I must have blushed, because Jim touched my hand, “Didn’t mean to offend you.”
For such a rugged looking guy, he seemed gentle. I’ve been measured before.”
Well, why didn’t Dr. Koenig just take the measurements out of the files?”
“I wouldn’t have had the privilege of being measured by such a pretty girl.
You’re?”
“Fancy Jones.”
“Plain or Fancy, I like you.”
I looked at my feet. I’d worn a high fashion outfit today, including black boots, a pair of black trousers with pleats and slash pockets. They were really loose. I don’t like to display my body. It only attracts men and as mother said … well, I’d rather not go into that.
I tugged at the sleeves of my bright green sweater and shook my head. The black scarf tied around my long hair at the back scratched my neck.
Jim stepped up on the posing stand, if you want to call it that and turned toward me, legs spread apart. I gulped, pulled the yellow measuring tape through my fingers and began. Biceps. Chest. Neck. Head. Waist. I could feel that he was very muscular under his sweats. His arms certainly showed that when I measured them. I put his feet on the shoe gauge. Big feet. Thirteens.
Somebody had once said… but that was something I wasn’t going to find out.
I looked at the crotch of his sweats.
They were low. I mean, I’d really have to dig to take his inseam measurement. I must a blushed.
He said, “We have one more measurement to take.”
“I know, but… ”
“You’re embarrassed? “Yes.”
“I should have worn tighter pants. Then it would have been easier for you.”
I nodded as if I knew what I was talking about.
“Here, let me make it easier for you.” Jim bent forward, his dark eyes fixed on mine and slid his sweats all the way down. When I stood up I really blushed. He was wearing a jock underneath. His legs were hairy. He pulled his sweat shirt up, even though there was nothing that direction left to measure. He was hairy all the way up to his chest. He was grinning at me. “Go ahead, take my measurement.”
I was still kneeling at the edge of the platform. I could smell him. You know how guys smell. Like in a gym after they’ve been practicing. He was looking at me from under his eyebrows.
“Maybe the jock’s in the way.” Before I could stop him, he’d slid the jock down. And there it was, my first ever live cock. My throat went dry. I gulped.
It was soft, drooping over his balls. See I can say it. The head was wide, like a mushroom perched on top of a thick stalk. Thicker than a couple of fingers.
Suddenly spit filled my mouth, as if my body had made a decision. I became bold. I pushed the cold metal tab of the tape next to his balls and measured his inseam.
I dropped the bottom end and wrote the measurement down, 36. Tall guy. But I didn’t remove my fingers from next to his nuts. I just stared at his cock. It seemed to be growing. There was a oblong slot in the end of it. I guess that’s where he let go through.
I glanced up. He was grinning as if he knew something I didn’t know. I watched his cock fill up inch by inch, getting less flabby and adding more backbone.
“You like that?”
“I’ve never seen one grow like that before.”
“Touch it. It won’t spit at you… at least not yet. If you had your pretty mouth wrapped around it it might.”
What would mother say? I didn’t care: I dropped the tape to the floor and began to feel him up. At first as I squeezed the tube it gave a little. But then as I stroked it his thing became longer, it was harder to squeeze. Finally, I had him all the way up.
“Go ahead, take a taste?”
Up to this moment, I’d thought of a guy’s thing as nasty. But this was so streamlined and glossy. I pulled forward on his thing and watched his balls move around, framed by his jock.
“Go ahead. Suck me.”
I don’t know what came over me. I just did it. I mean, I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and began to lick on the bottom of it. I must have done something right, because Jim began to move his hips back and forth, forcing my tongue deep under the shaft. The hole in the middle poked under my nose. Then something thick and wet brushed my lips. Had he done it already?
Jim put his hands under his balls and began to play with them. I stopped licking, “I can do that.”
“Then do it, Fancy. Suck and play.”
So far I’d only been licking. But now I closed my mouth around his thing… cock and really went to work. The salty first taste was gone now. And more of that thick stuff leaked out of the opening. I couldn’t taste anything.
I pushed his thing as far back in my throat as I could. The glossy head rode along the roof of my mouth. I could feel a soft tube on the bottom. That must be where his stuff came up when he let go. I lapped along it and twisted my head from side to side to allow my tongue to feel the full oval shape.
Jim sighed. “For a newcomer you’ve picked up the technique. Tighter. And let me hold your head.”
I nodded, still anxious to suck him as deep as I could. The heat and shape were incredible. I was sucking my first cock and loving it.
Jim’s hips began to move. He touched my head at the sides and kind of guided my where he wanted me to be. He pulled my mouth off his thing; my tongue flipped all the way out the make contact. He lifted his wet meat up and there were the balls, all covered with black fur.
“Try those.”
Again the salty taste and hair. A couple came off on my tongue. I stopped lapping long enough to pick them, off. The skin pouch was so soft., I lapped and lapped. I could feel his testicles inside. His nuts. They were hard rock, like big bird’s eggs. I caught one and pushed down on it. He moaned.
His hand was jerking on his cock while I licked his nuts. I glanced up, past the wide stalk, up the flat belly to his face. His eyes were closed. His hands formed a kind of double shadow allowing me to see his feet, his face and his cock. I could hear the skin moving up and down as he pulled on his thing.
His nuts were harder now or something. Something was definitely harder. My nose touched his shaft. That’s what was harder.
“You want to taste something else?” Jim’s voice had an edge in it now. Very tight.
He bent his cock down. The end was all covered with clear goo… that’s what I must have been tasting. In addition, the head had turned almost dark wine color. He must have been really excited. I know I was. My panties were practically sopping. I shoved a hand down the wide waist band and pushed my middle finger up into my cunt. He was still flicking his fingers up and down. I stared at the head.
With his free hand, he urged my head forward. I opened my mouth and clamped around his cock. I could feel the skin changing directions; he rode his hand up and down on it.
Then the head turned harder than a rock as it scraped across my tongue. He was going to let go. I felt like backing off right then, but he’d been so considerate. I knew he didn’t have anything evil in mind. I tightened my lips.
The soft tube under the thins expanded and then I felt it. A heavy rain of juice squirting onto the roof of my mouth. It spattered and ran in thick rivers down inside my mouth. He was kind of grunting.
My finger pounded faster and faster inside my cunt. I felt my whole body tense and… then came the relief. My pussy tightened around my finger and my own juices flowed. I wondered if guys liked female juices as much as I liked male now. I kept sucking until his hands touched the side of my head. I knew how he felt. Just the slightest twist of my finger and I was contracting again.
I thought my insides would leak out for sure.
“Let me suck your finger,” Jim said. I held it up. He licked it clean. I was still holding his cock, though it was softer now.
At his request I dipped into my cunt quite a few times. Finally, I scooped up the yellow tape, signed my name on the bottom of the sheet and said, “I’ll let you know about the fitting.”
“My pleasure.”
I said to myself, No, my pleasure.
