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 ï>¿The Amateur Revival by Hstoner

   The Amateur Revival Ch.  02

   Nude performance.

   Over Carol's objection, I put my pants on that Saturday evening long
enough to pay the girl who delivered our pizza.  We both got dressed to go
to the supermarket on Sunday morning to get things for breakfast and
dinner. Otherwise, Carol and I stayed nude until she dressed to go to work
Monday morning.  We made love enough times over that day and a half that we
were both sore.  It was a good sore.

   Our next rehearsal was to learn the "group dance." Kim's dictum was "if
you're going to perform nude, you rehearse nude." We also had to learn it
nude.  I'm not sure it was truly a dance, more a series of movements to
music.  The scene started with us standing bunched together at center stage
with our arms in the air, a pose taken from the original show.  When the
music started, we began running around the stage, doing things like
cartwheels and rolls that had to be choreographed so we didn't hit each
other.  That was followed by each guy picking a girl up from behind under
her shoulders and spinning her around.  The women had to keep their legs
spread.  "Show some slit," Kim instructed.  The "dance" ended with us
lining up boy-girl-boy-girl and leapfrogging over each other until we were
all offstage.  Seeing this written description, it sounds a little goofy,
but it was fun to do.

   Another development at this next rehearsal was the presence of Kim's
boyfriend Luke, clothed of course.  "Luke's my second set of eyes," Kim
told us.  Luke would attend all the remaining rehearsals.

   We spent almost three hours getting the "group dance" to the point where
we weren't running into each other.  Kim finally called a break.  "We'll
start on the couples' dances next.  I'll e-mail each couple when I want to
work with them." In addition to the group dance, each couple would do a
dance by themselves.

   Again, I don't know whether what Carol and I did was really dancing. 
Our dance started with the two of us standing back-to-back at center stage.
When the music started, we each ran to the side of the stage we were
facing. The bulk of the dance was the two of us running patterns across the
stage in which we came very close to each other but never touched.  The
dance ended with Carol going into the stage left wings.  I stood slightly
right of center stage facing left.  Carol was to run at me and leap with me
catching her legs and lifting her in an upright position until her knees
were level with my face.  I was to hold her in that position and do a 360
degree turn.  Kim was emphatic, "I want you to hold Mom high enough that
the audience can see her mound above your head and your dick below her
feet." When I completed the turn, Carol was supposed to slide down my body
with us embracing "passionately" when her feet hit the stage floor.

   Wisely, Kim started with us practicing the end of the dance.  More
wisely, Kim had borrowed some thick gym mats for us to practice on.  The
tricky part was for Carol to time her jump so I could catch her and use her
momentum to lift her up.  That meant she couldn't jump too far from me or
too close to me.  In practice we did both.  When Carol jumped too early, I
could catch her but couldn't lift her.  The result was I usually dropped
her.  When Carol jumped too late, she usually knocked me over and the two
of us landed in a heap on the mat.  It took a lot of time, but we finally
mastered it.  The rest of our dance was easy.

   The only parts of the original show which Kim had retained were the
opening "taking off the robe" scene and the final scene which ended with
the cast in the nude "daisy chain" line across the stage that was an iconic
image from the original show.  Consistent with the show's original formats,
Kim had included a few skits.

   In the sequence of the show, my first skit was with Sarah and Derrick,
called "Circumcision." Sarah came onstage in a suit and began a monologue
about male circumcision.  When Sarah said, "Let's look at an example of a
circumcised dick," I walked onstage nude and stood beside Sarah.  I am
circumcised.  Sarah took my dick in her hand and began talking about it.  A
camera mounted over the stage projected an image of my dick in Sarah's hand
on a large screen upstage.

   When Sarah finished talking about my dick, she said "Let's look at an
uncircumcised dick." Derrick then walked onstage nude and stood on the
opposite side of Sarah from me.  Derrick was not circumcised.  Sarah took
Derricks dick in her hand and talked about it while an image of Derrick's
dick in Sarah's hand appeared on the screen.  The scene ended with Sarah
facing the audience and saying, "The most important question is whether a
circumcised dick or an uncircumcised dick provides greater stimulation in
the vagina.  I need to research that further." All three of us then faced
upstage.  Sarah put an arm around each of our bare backs we walked upstage
together.  A curtain came down behind us.

   The most interesting, and longest, part of Kim's re-written show came in
the middle.  The portion had no script.  Instead, the couples came onstage
nude, one couple at a time, and simply talked about their experience of
being nude onstage in front of an audience and why they were doing the
show. The idea was to say what you were thinking and what we said was meant
to change from performance to performance.  Beyond establishing the order
in which the couples would appear, Kim never rehearsed this segment.

   We moved into the theater for rehearsals the second full week of April.
Even Sarah, Maria, Aaron, and Antonio had gotten comfortable going nude in
the room we had used on campus.  Sure, Kim and Luke were there clothed; but
the rest of us were nude and there was no one else coming and going.  It
had become like our own locker room.

   Walking onto the stage naked for the first time, in front of the
auditorium full of empty seats, gave all of us, I think, a strong sense
that we were naked in a place where people are supposed to wear clothes. 
The sense of exposure was heightened by the fact we who were nude were a
minority in the huge room.  During that first rehearsal in the theater,
there were probably twenty clothed people working on lights, sound, the few
sets, and setting up storage of our few costumes.  We were also introduced
to the two theater students who would be the stage manager and assistant
stage manager: Clarissa and Doug respectively.

   At first, our nudity attracted a lot of attention from the crew.  Carol,
LaTonya, Sarah, and Maria drew most of the attention, of course.  After
some initial hesitance, all four women reconciled to the idea that they
were there to be seen nude.  I never quite got over the feeling I was doing
something naughty when I walked out of the dressing room, across the hall,
and through the door into the backstage buck naked.

   We opened on the first Thursday night in May.  Our "dress" rehearsals
were the preceding Tuesday and Wednesday.  On Tuesday, we got a shock:
make-up!  I don't think any of us had thought about wearing make-up.  I
hadn't known that bare skin doesn't look natural under stage lights.  We
needed a base all over our bodies to appear to have natural skin tones.  We
would also need facial make-up so that lips and eyebrows didn't wash out.
Kim also wanted us to use make-up to make our pubic hair stand out a
little. It took a couple of hours on Tuesday for one of Kim's classmates to
teach us about make up and for us to be made up that first time.  Getting
make up on all parts of our bodies became a collaborative effort.  That was
fun and created a sexy mood for the rehearsal, which may have been part of
the plan.

   Carol told me that the theater's maximum seating capacity was 350. 
About a dozen clothed people, including Kim's faculty advisor, were sitting
down front for that first "dress" rehearsal.  While we'd gotten comfortable
being nude with each other, that first dress rehearsal again put us through
the anxiety, and excitement, of being nude in front of strangers.  I think
we were all having fun with it by the end of the rehearsal.

   We had to wash the make-up off our bodies after rehearsal.  The dressing
room had a tiled shower room with showerheads mounted around the walls, and
two individual shower stalls that afforded privacy.  No one used the
stalls. After the rehearsal, we all showered together.

   Kim had a videographer and still photographer come to the second dress
rehearsal.  Carol and I still have copies of the video and the stills from
that rehearsal.  The video is fun to watch every now and again.  Kim had
also gotten reporters from the daily campus paper and the weekly Cambridge
newspaper to attend.  Both women were, I think, shocked and then
fascinated. Each cast member, still nude, was interviewed by one or the
other reporter.  However, the advance stories in the Thursday student paper
and on the weekly paper's website were disappointingly brief.

   I awoke that Thursday morning and went to Carol's kitchen to make coffee
while Carol got dressed for work.  She had a client meeting that morning.
Carol walked into the kitchen looking gorgeous, even in a business suit.  I
had yet to put anything on.  "I see you're ready for this evening," Carol
teased as she took a mug of coffee from me.

   "You look great," I said, "but you look better in costume."

   Carol took a slug of coffee.  "Tonight's the night," she said.

   "Are we ready for this?" I asked.

   Carol let out a sigh.  "Talk about conflicted," she said.  "Part of me
can't wait to get naked and prance around showing everyone everything and
another part of me hopes the show is cancelled at the last minute.  I'm
glad you're going to be there with me."

   "I'll go anywhere and do anything with you," I replied.

   "I know," Carol said and hugged me.  "You don't realize how happy that
makes me." We held each other tight for a few moments until Carol said, "I
have got to get going."

   "Pick you up here at 4:00?" I asked.

   "Perfect," Carol replied and went into the garage.  The show didn't
start until 8:00 p.m.  Carol and I were going to be at the theater
ridiculously early.  It didn't matter if we were the first.  Carol had a
key.

   The weather was typical early May, cool at night but comfortable once
the sun came up.  I drove home, changed into running gear, went to the
nearby state park, and ran trails for a couple of hours.  As I ran, I
thought about what it would be like in several hours when I was standing
onstage in front of an audience naked.  I thought about Carol standing
naked next to me.  I visualized LaTonya, Sarah, and Maria standing onstage
naked too.  I wondered how they would feel at that moment.  I was getting
myself excited.  I'd have to be very careful about that.

   When I picked Carol up, she had traded her business suit for a pullover
top, slacks, and flats.  She carried a light jacket and a small bag. 
Raising the bag up, she said.  "I'm sure I won't need any of this, but I'll
feel better having it." To me at least, Carol looked very beautiful.

   As I reached out to open the stage door for Carol, she said, "Oh boy."
The door was unlocked.  I followed Carol in.  Kim, the stage managers, and
the crew were already there doing whatever they did.  Clarissa saw us and
gestured towards a cardboard box in the corner.  "Programs in there," she
said.  "Help yourselves."

   The show wasn't using a traditional booklet program, both because of
cost and because some cast members didn't want written evidence that they
were in the show.  The program was a single, one-sided sheet listing the
scenes in order (there was no intermission).  At the bottom was a line,
"Produced and directed by Kimberly Dwyer." Another line beneath that said,
"We thank the City of Cambridge and the Old High School Theater Group."

   After walking around idly for a few minutes, I followed Carol into the
dressing room.  "We might as well get our clothes off," Carol said.  We
walked to a locker with a bench in front of it and began undressing.  By
that time, Carol and I had undressed together dozens of times, in private
and with others.  This time was different.  We were both eager and hesitant
at the same time.

   When Carol was nude, she took a small step away from me and asked, "How
do I look?" I ran my eyes along her full breasts, slightly rounded tummy,
down her slightly fleshy thighs to her shapely calves.  I looked back up at
her mound with its close-cropped blonde hair.  I looked further up at her
gorgeous face and bright blue eyes framed by her naturally blonde hair.

   "You look exquisite," I said.  We hugged, tightly.

   We were still holding each other when LaTonya and Derrick walked in
several minutes later.  "Already in costume," Derrick said when he saw us.

   "Now, now," LaTonya said in mock scolding.  "No messing around before
the show.  People can tell." LaTonya and Derrick stripped off.  Carol gave
Derrick a hug and I hugged LaTonya.

   Sarah and Aaron came in a few minutes later.  They both seemed very
nervous.  Oddly, that put Carol and me more at ease.  I think we were
trying to show we were blasÃ(C) about the whole situation.

   Maria and Antonio didn't show up until after 6:00 p.m.  Once they were
in the door, Maria announced, "we almost didn't come tonight, but we
realized that would be unprofessional."

   In a very exaggerated accent, LaTonya said, "Unprofessional?  We getting
paid for this?  Shit, I've missed my checks." That passed for funny at the
time.

   Clarissa's voice came over a loudspeaker in the dressing room.  "6:30.
Cast start make-up."

   "We've got to get our clothes off," Maria said urgently to Antonio. 
Carol and I started putting base on each other.

   Over the loudspeaker, Clarissa gave us a countdown of sorts: "One hour
to showtime," "thirty minutes to showtime," "crew to stations." Finally,
the dressing room door opened.  Doug said, softly but distinctly, "take
your position in the wings." Doug held the door as we walked, single file
and nude, out the door, across the hall, and through the door Clarissa was
holding for us.

   Walking out of the dressing room nude was a moment of truth.  It was
suddenly very real: we were going to be standing onstage naked in front of
God knows who.  Whomever bought a ticket and came to the theater that night
would see our bare asses, pubes, and tits.  I felt like I was stepping off
the edge of a cliff, but I was also excited about what was to come.  Carol
reached out and squeezed my hand.

   Doug walked across the stage (the curtain was down) while Clarissa put
on her headset.  Into her headset, Clarissa said, "lower robes." A curtain
made of something like vinyl came down far upstage.  It had hooks evenly
spaced along it.  Each hook held a buff-colored robe.

   Clarissa gave the instruction "kill houselights." A moment later,
Clarissa said "up curtain." As the curtain went up, the five-piece combo in
the pit started playing an almost spooky tune.  After a few bars, Clarissa
looked at us and said "go!"

   No stage lights were on, but we could see clearly as Sarah led us
onstage in single file.  A sound from the house told me the audience could
see the stage well enough to see we were naked.  In unison, we turned our
backs to the audience and put on our robes.  We turned around and walked to
center stage, where we formed a tight circle.  We put our arms in the air.
A dull red light came on pointed down at us.

   We held that pose for several beats until the music changed into
something more seductive.  The lighting changed so that the stage was
illuminated, not brightly, in a sort of purple color.  With Sarah leading
again, we marched about as far downstage and formed a line.  We were each
doing dance-like moves, dipping our shoulders and swaying our hips.  After
a few bars, we started working with our robes, flashing a bare shoulder or
thigh.  The pace of the music picked up and we took our flashing further,
lowering the robe to show a bare breast or turning and raising the robe to
show a bare ass.

   That was the point, at least for me, that the anxiety largely fell away.
People came to see my nude body.  I was going to show it and sell it.

   The music changed key.  We each turned to face our partner.  We were
opening and closing our robes, flashing each other.  Carol looked happy and
excited.

   The music changed key again and sped up.  We turned to face the audience
and flashed our robes open and closed at them.  That was my first good look
at the auditorium.  My first impression was that no one was there.  Looking
a second or two longer, I saw some people, but guessed there were fewer
than 100.

   The music stopped.  We turned our backs to the audience and raised our
arms again, grabbing ahold of our robes to lift them up and show our asses
to the audience.  We held that pose until a bell sounded once.  The drummer
played drumroll during which we whipped our robes over our heads.  As that
reached a crescendo, we spun around to face the audience and threw our
robes down on the stage.  Bright lights came on.  We were fully
illuminated, standing naked in a line facing the audience.

   I heard a gasp.  We stood still, posing, for about thirty seconds.  That
was when I realized I was enjoying the hell out of this.  I was amped and
into it.  The lights went out again and I used the darkness to steal
another look at Carol.  She was breathing harder.  Her nipples had firmed.
Even in the relative dark, her eyes were sparkling.  It was a very sexy
moment.

   A spotlight lit up Antonio at the stage right end of our line.  He stood
for a moment before slowly turning around.  The idea was to show all of
each actor's nude body, one at a time.  The spotlight shifted from Antonio
to Maria.  She did her turn.  The spotlight moved to Carol.  She had an
expression of joy on her face.  She slowly did her do her turn.  To me,
she'd never looked more desirable.

   Suddenly, the bright (and hot) spotlight was on me.  I looked straight
ahead, unable to see the audience for the light.  After a couple of beats,
I took a small step right with my right leg to free my balls a bit.  I
lifted my arms slightly and turned both palms out in a "this is me"
gesture. I held that pose for a beat before doing my turn.  The light
stayed on me for a beat after I finished the turn before moving to LaTonya.

   When Sarah finished her turn in the spotlight, the stage lights retuned
to dull purple.  Leaving our robes in the stage floor, we walked backwards
upstage, trying to keep the line even.  When we reached a point about
two-thirds of the way upstage, a curtain came down ending the scene.

   We walked offstage silently.  Derrick and LaTonya were doing the first
couples dance next.  They stayed in the wings.  The rest of us very quietly
walked back to the dressing room where we could hear the show over the
loudspeaker.  Instantly, when we were in the dressing room, Carol hugged me
very tightly.  "That," she said loudly, 'is the most fucking exciting thing
I've ever done!" We kissed.  I could see Sarah and Aaron kissing too. 
Maria and Antonio were holding hands.

   Over the music on the loudspeaker, we heard Clarissa call "ready Maria
and Aaron." They quickly put on clothes and left the dressing room.  They
were doing a skit on the premise of two strangers trapped in a very hot
elevator.  As the elevator car supposedly got hotter, they began disrobing
until they were both nude.  At that point, they basically forgot about the
heat and began exploring each other.  The skit took several minutes.  After
a while, Clarissa called "Derrick ready." Derrick put on a fireman's coat
and hat and left the room.  The skit ended with Derrick playing a fireman
rescuing the stranded strangers and finding them naked in an embrace.

   Carol and I had a few minutes because the elevator skit was followed by
Mari and Antonio's couple's dance.  About mid-way through that, Clarissa's
voice said, "Sarah, Derrick, Will ready." The circumcision skit was next.
Sarah was already dressed in heels, a skirt, blouse, and jacket.  The
audience wouldn't notice, but the blouse and skirt looked good on Sarah
without any underwear.

   Standing naked on stage with my dick in Sarah's hand was fun but,
hearing them yet again, Sarah's lines seemed dumb.  The circumcision skit
was followed by Sarah and Aaron's couple's dance.  The ad lib segment came
next.  Carol and I listened over the loudspeaker in the dressing room as
Maria and Antonio and Sarah and Aaron took their turns.  Each couple was
supposed to talk for eight to ten minutes.  LaTonya and Derrick had just
started when Clarissa called "Carol and Will ready." We left the dressing
room naked and barefoot and went into the stage right wings.

   I honestly had no idea what I was going to say when I got out there,
much less what Carol would say.  LaTonya and Derrick walked off stage
holding hands.  Clarissa whispered loudly, "Carol and Will go!"

   I followed Carol's enticing ass onstage.  All the lights were on.  It
was very bright.  The theater had been chilly for all our rehearsals, but I
felt hot at that moment onstage.  Carol and I walked to center stage and
stood roughly a foot apart.  Kim wanted us mainly facing the audience, but
we were free to move as we wished so long as we were not concealing
ourselves and stayed within about 18 inches of each other.

   After a moment's silence, Carol asked, "Will, what are you feeling right
now?"

   That question from my lover and dearest friend renewed the feelings I
had experienced when I first stripped in front of the cast back in March.
"I feel freed," I said.  "Like a weight I hadn't realized I was carrying
has been lifted from me.  I also feel very privileged to be standing here
naked with you.  What are you feeling?"

   "I'm feeling nervous and excited," Carol replied.  "Also sexy," she said
and gave a swish of her bare hips.  "I feel like I'm in a new and very
different place.  I also feel very grateful you're here.  More grateful
than you'll ever know."

   "Why did you agree to be in this show?" I asked Carol.

   "It was my daughter's idea," Carol answered.  "This show is her senior
project.  She asked me to be in it, I don't know why, and told me what it
was.  My first reaction was 'No, I could never do that.' Then, I stopped to
think.  I, uh," Carol paused, looked down a moment, and then looked out at
the audience.  "My husband died almost four years ago.  I had always had
fantasies, but I never acted them out from respect and affection for Tom.
That wasn't his sort of thing.  For a long time after Tom passed, I
continued to repress myself out of loyalty to my late husband."

   Carol broke Kim's rules by walking several feet away from me, turning,
and walking back.  "After Kim asked me to do this, I realized that
continuing to live as I'd lived with Tom wasn't going to bring him back. 
This sounds awful, but his death was a gift in the sense that it has freed
me try things, like this; things I'd thought about but would never have
done while I was with him.  I'm still living so I might as well live out
some dreams.  Why are you doing this Will?"

   I knew the question was coming but dreaded it.  I thought Carol and I
had built a solid relationship in a short time but feared I could trash
that in a few words.  I took a deep breath.  "Because you asked," I said
simply.

   "Just because I asked?" Carol responded, arching an eyebrow.

   "Well," I said, "I had seen the original Oh!  Calcutta!  years ago.  I
thought being in the cast was probably a lot of fun.  That was a lesser
consideration.  The major consideration was that you asked me."

   Mimicking Carol, I turned to face the audience.  "My wife divorced me
almost twenty years ago.  I had allowed my work to become my mistress and
she got tired of it.  That hurt, very deeply.  I decided I couldn't endure
that hurt again, so I closed myself off.  I left the city where I worked
and bought a place outside of Cambridge.  When I moved here, I met a
bright, beautiful, charming woman who would have made me rethink closing
myself off from relationships except she was already married, happily, to a
great guy.  They had a great daughter.  I became friends with the family
and admired them all, but her most of all."

   I turned to face Carol.  "I was sad when Tom died.  I liked him a lot.
His passing seemed to put you even farther off limits.  You don't move in
on a woman after her husband dies.  You were the one person I was willing
to risk a relationship with but that could never happen.  When you asked me
to do this show with you the impossible suddenly seemed possible."

   I'd gotten more emotional than I should have.  I saw a tear in Carol's
eye.  She stepped to me, hugged me, and we kissed.  In full voice, Carol
said, "I wish I could have sex with you right now in front of these
people." That brought multiple gasps from the audience.  "I love you Will,"
Carol said.

   "I love you Carol," I said.  We kissed and held each other very tight.
Both of our hearts were beating fast.  We hugged for a long time, saying
nothing.

   We finally let go of each other.  Holding hands, we faced the audience.
My eyes had adjusted so I could make out individual faces.  Some people
looked like they thought we were delivering scripted lines.  Some seemed to
be waiting to see what we would do next.  One or two looked bored.  Carol
finally said, "that's probably more than you wanted to hear from us."

   "Thank you for coming tonight," I said.  Carol and I walked offstage
hand-in-hand.

   As we walked past Clarissa, the stage manager said, "good job." There
was a moment of silence in the theater, then people started clapping.

   There was no time for Carol and me to discuss what we had said onstage.
The whole cast was in the next skit.  The premise of the skit was two
people in swimwear, Maria and Antonio, accidently stumbling upon a nude
beach.  Carol, LaTonya, Sarah, Derrick, Aaron, and I played the nude beach
regulars.  We had no lines.  All the dialogue was the discussion between
Maria and Antonio about whether they should stay or go and, once they
decided to stay for a bit, whether they should take their clothes off.  Of
course, the skit ended with Maria and Antonio getting naked with the rest
of us.

   Carol and I did our couple's dance next.  Lifting Carol up and showing
her off to the audience was exhilarating.  Hugging Carol's nude body to
mine when I let her down was a special moment.

   Our dance was followed by the "FOC skit." Derrick came out in a tux and
began a monologue about freedom of choice.  A couple of minutes into the
monologue, one of the women came onstage wearing panties, a skirt, and a
top.  Derrick issued a series of commands, having the woman turn around,
remove her skirt, kneel on the stage, and remove her panties.  Derrick's
last command was "expose!" On that command, the woman pushed her ass into
the air so that her vulva and asshole were exposed to the audience. 
Derrick resumed his monologue while the woman held that pose to the end of
the skit.  Carol, Sarah, and Maria rotated in the woman's role.  They all
said they enjoyed it.

   The freedom of choice skit was followed by the group dance and the
finale.  The finale was almost exactly the final scene of the original
play, with some dialogue updated.  The end of that scene, with us lined up
belly to belly, back to belly, or ass-to-ass also served as the curtain
call.

   As we went back to the dressing room, I thought "that was over way too
fast."

   I think everyone was a little giddy.  In the dressing room, LaTonya
yelled out, "I don't want to put my clothes on!"

   "Shower," someone called.  "Everyone in the shower!"

   The shower room was more than large enough to accommodate all eight of
us.  Aaron, to my surprise, yelled "let's wash Sarah!" Sarah had no time to
object before seven pairs of soapy hands were rubbing all over her body. 
That set the precedent that we'd all wash one person at a time.  Naturally,
Aaron was the next person washed.  Derrick, Antonio, and I let the girls
wash Aaron's dick.

   We had just started washing LaTonya when Kim came in.  "Hey!" she
yelled, standing in the entry way to the shower.  We calmed down.  "You
guys did a fantastic job.  My biggest concern was the ad lib segment and
that turned out to be the strongest part of the show.  Our house was
disappointing but," she turned to the two young women standing, a bit
uncomfortably behind her, "our local theater critics tell me that positive
reviews will appear in the campus paper tomorrow and on the Cambridge Sun
website.  People will read those and be fighting for tickets for tomorrow's
show.  We can't disappoint.  Good job!"

   Kim walked out of the dressing room.  Her appearance, although short,
brought us all back to earth.  We showered in our usual couples, dressed,
and left.  There was talk of getting a drink somewhere, but it was already
almost 10:00 p.m.  and several of us had to work the next day.

   Kim and Luke were waiting for Carol and me by my car outside.  "Mom,
Will," Kim started, "what you two said during the ad lib was." Kim stopped.
She didn't say anything for a moment.  Finally, she said softly, "it was
just what I was hoping for."

   Carol had worn just her jacket, slacks, and shoes for the drive home. 
As soon as we were in her house, those came off.  "Get those clothes off,
buster," Carol said lustfully.  "I'm as horny as I've ever been." We didn't
wait to get upstairs.  Instead, Carol rode me as I lay on my back on her
living room rug.  Unlike our usual lovemaking, which I'd characterize as
slow and tender, this was frantic, almost animal, sex.  It was also a hell
of a lot of fun.

   Afterwards, I asked Carol, "How did you come up with that line about
fucking me onstage?  I think you gave someone a heart attack."

   "I would have if I hadn't known it would get us arrested," Carol said,
"I really wanted to show those people what we mean to each other.  Besides,
it would be hot to fuck with people watching." I was learning a new depth
to Carol's exhibitionism.  I liked it.

   Carol went into the office that Friday morning.  I went home to work
out. Naturally, before I worked out, I checked the Cambridge Sun website to
see if its review was up.  It was.  The lead paragraph was all we needed:
"Do you think it would be fun to stand naked on a stage in front of a bunch
of strangers?  No?  Well, the cast of Oh!  Cambridge!  which opened last
night at the Old High School Theater for a limited run of six performances,
might make you think otherwise.  The play is based on the 1970s' "nudie
musical" Oh!  Calcutta!  The point of the play seems to be giving the
audience as many different views of the casts' nude bodies as possible. 
The bodies of the amateur cast are worth seeing.  The original Oh! 
Calcutta!  consisted mainly of skits which tried to be erotic.  Oh! 
Cambridge!  Does a little of that but also explores the cast members'
feelings about appearing nude onstage.  The profusion of bare breasts,
buttocks, penises, and vulvas is off-putting at first.  However, the cast
seems so sincere and seems to be having so much fun that, by the end of the
show you almost wish you were up there showing everything along with them."

   Carol had read the review and called just as I was finishing it.  She
was thrilled.  At the end of our brief chat, I said, "Maybe that will bring
a few more people in."

   "I hope it brings a lot more people in," Carol replied.  "Now that I've
decided to show off my bare ass, I want everyone in town to see it." I
loved Carol more every time I talked to her.

   The house for our first Friday performance was about half full.  Someone
told me that the campus paper, which also had a favorable review, didn't
come out until mid-afternoon that day.  I hoped the college kids would read
it that night and come to the show Saturday.

   After the Friday show, LaTonya, Derrick, Sarah, Aaron, Carol, and I went
out for a drink.  We were hyped from being nude in front of an audience for
about 90 minutes and needed to calm down.  For a college town, Cambridge
didn't have a wide choice in bars, one of many reasons I had stayed away
from the bars while I lived there.  We settled on the quieter "old
people's" bar called the Mare & Stud.

   I think we subconsciously expected to walk into the bar, have everyone
recognize us from the play, and rise to applaud.  Of course, that didn't
happen.  We were just an anonymous party of six sitting at a table. 
Derrick had just returned to the table with a second round when a
middle-aged man came up and said, "hello Carol." To me, the guy reeked of
used car salesman.

   "Hello Bob," Carol responded.  To the table, Carol said, "this is Bob
Gentile, senior residential loan officer at County Bank.  I do closings for
them."

   Gentile had a smirk on his face.  To the table, he announced, "I went to
a play this evening." Carol's face started to redden.  "I've worked with
Carol for over ten years," Gentile said.  "I suspected she hid a nice body
under her lawyer's clothes.  Boy was I right!  I don't know who's fucking
you Carol, but he's a lucky bastard." He gestured at LaTonya and Sarah. 
"You ladies looked nice also." He glanced at Aaron, Derrick, and me and
said, "Sorry.  I'm not into guys." Gentile walked away, still smirking.

   "With that attitude, I doubt he's into girls very often," LaTonya
commented.

   Carol took a gulp of her drink.  "It's ok," she said, more to herself
than us.  "If Bob wants to spend our next closing remembering what I look
like naked, I don't give a shit, so long as he pays my bill."

   "He's probably going home to whack off to his mental picture of you,"
Sarah said.

   "Like all the guys from the audience are masturbating to the image of
your bare ass in the air in the FOC skit?" Carol asked.  Sarah had played
the woman in the scene with Derrick that night.

   "I hadn't thought of that," Sarah replied.  A slight smile crept onto
her face.

   At home later, I asked Carol if she was concerned about the incident
with Gentile.  "Bob Gentile is a leering jerk," Carol said.  "I've known
that since I started doing work for the Bank.  He won't pull the work from
me.  What he probably will do is try to embarrass me at the next closing. I
can hear him saying something like, 'Carol, why don't you do he closing in
the nude?  I know you like to have people see you naked.'" Carol paused,
grinned, and added, "If he says something like that, maybe I will just
strip off, do the closing in the buff, and charge him double."

   Our first Saturday performance was a sellout.  I was impossible to tell
from the stage, but Luke told us afterwards that the audience was about
two-thirds college kids.  The audience was a bit rowdier than a usual
theater crowd, although nothing out of control.  As LaTonya and Derrick
finished their couple's dance, a male voice boomed from somewhere in the
auditorium, "I'd love to fuck her.  She's fucking gorgeous!" I wouldn't
have put it that way, but LaTonya did look great nude.

   The whole cast went for drinks after the Saturday performance along with
Kim and Luke.  We went to a different bar, hoping for no repeat of Bob
Gentile.  This bar had a younger crowd with more energy.  That suited our
mood.  Still, we got a table in a far corner.

   We had just, finally, gotten our first round of drinks when two young
women walked up to our table.  I assumed they were undergrads.  "You're the
people doing the nude play?" the redhead asked.  We all nodded.  "I went to
your show tonight with some friends," the girl said, "we all loved it."

   The brunette with her said, "you looked like you were having the time of
your lives.  Is it really that much fun to be naked in a play?"

   That question was, in my opinion, for one of the women to answer.  I was
a little surprised that it was Maria who answered it.  "It really is fun,"
Maria said.  "I thought I'd made a huge mistake when I had to strip the
first time in rehearsal, but I did it and it's been a thrill."

   "I wish I could do something like that," the brunette replied.  The two
girls walked away.  We were recognized three more times that evening.  Each
time, the comments we got were very positive.

   Not all the feedback was positive.  I spent Saturday and Sunday nights
at Carol's as usual.  When I got home Monday morning, a letter was wedged
into my front doorframe.  It was from the president of a local group I did
volunteer work for.  The bottom line was that my appearance in Oh! 
Cambridge!  was "inconsistent with our values" and "we must insist that you
completely disassociate from our organization."

   I showed the letter to Carol that night.  Her response was an
uncharacteristic "fuck them!" The letter might have been the center of
attention on our dressing room bulletin board for the last three shows. 
However, events moved beyond that.

   We had a severe storm the Wednesday night between performance weekends.
Power went out during the night.  Carol and I thought little of it and just
snuggled closer.  Around 10:00 a.m.  Thursday, I got a text from Kim asking
the cast to be at the theater by 4:00 p.m.  Kim and Luke were waiting for
us.  Luke looked sweaty and fatigued.  Kim was her usual high energy self.

   When we were all in the dressing room, Kim announced, "Sarah called me
this morning.  Aaron fell down their stairs while the power was out last
night.  It's not life-threatening, but he's in the hospital and can't
walk."

   "We're going with only three couples?" LaTonya asked.

   "No," Kim said sharply.  "The original show had five couples.  We were
pushing it with only four.  We're also sold out these last three nights. 
We'll have four couples!  The only people who know the show well enough to
step in are Luke and me.  We're going to do it.  We've been here since noon
working on the couple's dance."

   "I missed an important lecture on valuing intangibles," Luke whined.  He
did not seem happy.  I suspected Kim had given him the choice of either
going nude in the show for three performances or give up getting laid by
Kim.  That was, I thought, a no-brainer.

   I had never seen Kim Dwyer naked before she stripped in the dressing
room that night.  Kim was a younger, slimmer version of her mother.  In
other words, gorgeous.  I also noticed Kim was smiling a lot once she got
naked.  She hadn't smiled much in her role as the clothed producer and
director.

   Luke certainly had nothing physical to be ashamed of, but he seemed
unhappy.  I again marveled at what we men will do for sex with a beautiful
woman.  I also wondered whether Kim appreciated the damage she might be
doing to their relationship.  Although, viewed from her perspective.  What
choice did she have?

   I did not see Kim and Luke's couple's dance.  Luke said very little
during their part of the ad lib segment.  Kim cut him and herself from the
ad lib segment on Friday and Saturday.

   For me, the biggest difference was doing the circumcision skit with Kim
instead of Sarah.  It was odd, but rather nice, to have my girlfriend's
beautiful adult daughter holding my dick onstage.  During the final
performance on Saturday night, Kim was rubbing the underside of my head
with her index finger.  I hoped that wasn't obvious on the upstage screen.
Kim brought me awful close to breaking the no hard-ons rule.  She was
grinning at me as she, Derrick, and I walked offstage.

   I was almost sad going into the final ad lib segment with Carol.  It had
been special being nude with her onstage talking to each other and a room
full of strangers.  That night, we talked again about how the show brought
us together, how we enjoyed being nude together, and how the shared
exhibitionism had deepened our relationship.  At one point, Carol said, "I
wonder if Kim had this planned."

   From upstage, we heard Kim say, "I planned some of it, Mom." Carol and I
both turned to see Kim, nude, walking downstage towards us.  "I chose to do
this show with you in mind.  I found the composition book where you wrote
out your fantasies.  I thought they were hot.  I knew you hadn't acted any
out because of Dad.  I had to give you an opportunity now that Dad's gone."

   Kim had come all the way downstage and stood between Carol and me.  She
put an arm around each of our backs.  "The part I didn't plan was Will,"
Kim said.  "I knew Will was a friend of yours and Dad's, but he'd never
registered with me.  The way you suggested asking him to be in the show, I
knew you were very attracted to him.  Once I started working with him, I
understood the attraction.  He has a great body."

   "Which I hadn't seen until we did this show," Carol interjected.

   "Will puts off this vibe," Kim continued, "of 'you can trust me, I'll
respect you, and I'll give you a screaming orgasm.' He's incredibly sexy."
Now, I was embarrassed.

   "Anyway," Kim concluded, "the most rewarding part of this show for me
has been bringing you two together.  You must promise me you'll stay
together so we can all have fun in the future." Kim's delivery was so
poignant I didn't consider what she meant by the three of us having fun in
the future.  Kim pulled us into a tight circle with her.  My dick was
pressed between Carol's belly and Kim's.  Carol and Kim kissed me.  I
kissed each of them.

   We had been good boys and girls for the first five performances.  There
had been no intentional touching of pubes.  That changed when we reached
the group dance in the final show.  The four women were gleefully grabbing
dicks.  The final scene included a segment, just before we lined up in the
"daisy chain" where we all ran around the stage, maybe lifting someone else
up or spinning them around.  That night, we men were grabbing tits and
putting our hands between the girls' thighs.

   When we formed the daisy chain, Carol and I always got together
face-to-face.  That night, I was violating the no hard-on rule.  As we came
together, Carol spread her legs slightly.  My dick went between her legs,
pressed against her outer lips.  Antonio's ass was pressed against Carol's
and LaTonya's ass was against mine.  As the curtain came down, Carol said,
"I'm horny as hell!"

   When the curtain fell and we broke out of the daisy chain, I wasn't the
only guy who was hard.  LaTonya smiled at us, grabbed Derrick's hand, and
almost ran towards the dressing room.  Carol smiled at me, and we followed.

   In the dressing room, LaTonya bent over a table and Derrick entered her
from behind.  Carol cried "excellent idea!" She grabbed my dick and started
stroking it.

   Over Carol's shoulder, I saw Maria and Antonio enter the room.  Their
eyes lit up as they saw what we were doing.  Mari's hand was on Antonio's
dick and Antonio's hand was between Mari's thighs instantly.

   When I was almost painfully hard, Carol gently pushed me backwards until
my legs hit a bench and I sat down.  Facing me, Carol straddled me, and
lowered herself down, guiding me into her with her hand.  Glancing away
from Carol's exquisite face for a moment, I saw that Antonio had Maria bent
over the table next to LaTonya and Derrick.

   I was partially distracted by the dressing room door opening.  Kim
walked in, still nude, followed by Luke in a tee shirt and shorts.  Seconds
after Kim walked in, Derrick and then LaTonya came quite loudly.  Carol was
giving signs she wasn't far away, so I turned full attention back to her,
taking a nipple in my mouth.  I started using my legs to push up into Carol
as she went up and down on me.  That was an unwittingly good idea.  Moments
later, Carol said, "oh god...  Oh!  God!...  OH GAAAWD!" Her body shuddered
and her eyes closed.  I shot a moment later, put my arms around Carol, and
held her as tightly as I could.

   A few moments after Carol and I had come, we heard Maria, in a voice an
octave lower than usual go "Oh..  Oh....OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH" and gasp.  That
was followed by several grunts by Antonio.  LaTonya and Derrick, Carol and
I, and Maria and Antonio had all come in an unintentional series.  We would
never have managed that if we'd been trying.

   Kim, stood in the center of the room, clapped her hands, and yelled
"this is great!" Luke had walked out.  After a couple more moments, Kim
came over to Carol and me.  "I watched my mom come!" Kim said.  "How cool
is that!" Kim looked down at my still erect dick, covered in Carol's and my
fluids.  "That looks fantastic," Kim said.  "I'd love that right now."

   "Where's Luke?" Carol asked.

   "He got pissy about everyone fucking and left," Kim replied.

   "That's no fun," I quipped.

   "There are issues," Kim retorted.

   Since no one organized a final night cast party, Carol and I decided to
host a party in my pool the day after our final performance.  The pool was
the one major improvement I had made to my home outside Cambridge.  We were
only inviting the cast.  Carol had a large banner made that said, "NO
CLOTHING ALLOWED IN POOL." We posted that on two stakes just beyond the far
end of the pool deck, facing the pool.

   Thankfully, the weather was excellent.  Carol and I had just finished
setting out the coolers with beer and wine when LaTonya and Derrick
arrived. LaTonya saw the sign, saw that Carol and I were naked, and said,
"my kind of party." She and Derrick stripped off immediately.  Maria,
Antonio, and Kim arrived shortly after.

   I was pleased that Sarah also came.  She wore a swimsuit which she
immediately took off.  "How's Aaron?" I asked as I got her a cup of wine.

   "He's home," she said.  "He tore ligaments in a knee and gave himself a
concussion.  Michael's taking care of him this afternoon."

   "Michael?" I asked.

   "Our son," Sarah replied.  "He's about to graduate from Shawnee Trails
High."

   I had no clue Sarah and Aaron had any children.  "He didn't...." I
started.

   "See the show," Sarah finished.  She smiled.  "He certainly did.  He
came with his girlfriend the first Friday night."

   "How did that work?" I asked.

   "Michael told me the next morning that I had a hot body," Sarah said
with some pride.  "Kelly, Michael's girlfriend, called me and asked what it
was like to be in the show.  Kelly's parents are friends of ours.  They saw
the show last Friday.  Of course, they missed Aaron and me.  I was
disappointed about that." Sarah being disappointed that friends hadn't seen
her and Aaron nude in the show moved her further up in my estimation.

   The eight of us were talking and sipping our drinks.  Apropos of
nothing, Maria said, "that was really fun last night when we all came one
right after the other."

   A naughty smile appeared on LaTonya's lovely face.  "I wonder whether we
could do that again?" she mused.

   Maria smiled and replied, "there's only one way to find out." Pretty
quickly, LaTonya and Derrick and Maria and Antonio were on cushions pulled
from my lounge chairs, side-by-side, fucking in the sunshine.

   Carol, Sarah, Kim, and I were watching.  Carol suddenly said, "Will, we
can't let Sarah feel left out."

   I put my hands on Sarah's bare hips and backed her up to a sturdy table.
I sat her on the table and gently spread her legs.  I began running a
finger around her lips and found she was already moist.  I pushed my index
finger into Sarah.  "Oh!" she said, "I can't."

   "It's only cheating if Will puts his dick in you," Carol said breezily.

   "Oh, that feels good," Sarah said.  "Just, please don't tell Aaron." I
moved my finger around inside Sarah.  After a moment, she said, "that's
REALLY good.  Right there." I rubbed vigorously on that spot.  As Sarah's
face flushed and her breathing sped up, I put my middle finger in too. 
"Even better," Sarah said as she started squirming her ass around on the
table.

   I looked at Sarah's face as I finger-fucked her.  The looks she gave
back made it seem even more erotic.  Suddenly, Sarah said, "Oh my!" She
rocked back and forth on the table, took three very sharp breaths, then let
out a long "aaaah." Sarah gently took my wrist and pulled my hand away from
her.  She got off the table, kissed me, and said, "Wonderful.  Thank you.
Carol, you have a great guy here."

   "I know," Carol replied, smiling.

   I didn't feel guilty about laying with Sarah.  In my mind, she, like
LaTonya and Maria, was an attractive woman, but not remotely comparable to
Carol.  Our one guest so far left out of the sex play, Kim, was a different
matter.  As I've said, Kim was a younger, sleeker version of Carol.  In
other words, she was a compellingly beautiful young woman clothed, and much
more beautiful nude.  It would be very easy to get too attracted to Kim.

   Temptation didn't arise that day.  As LaTonya was coming very vocally,
almost musically, a cell phone started to ring.  Kim said, "shit, that's
mine." She walked to the table where she'd put it and answered the call. 
She listened for a moment, then said, "I'm at the party at Will's." A
moment later, Kim said, "Mom, LaTonya, Derrick, Maria, Antonio, Sarah, and
Will." Another pause, and then Kim said, "of course we are." Kim listened
again.  After another moment, she said in a voice that sounded resigned,
"Ok.  I'll be right over."

   Kim ended her call.  She picked up the white one-piece she'd worn when
she arrived and began wriggling into it.  I'm sorry, but there is something
very sexy about a woman taking a swimsuit off or putting one on.  As Kim
pulled the straps of her suit over her shoulders, she said, "Mom, Will,
sorry but I've got to go.  That was Luke.  He wants me to go over to his
place.  I guess we're going to try to reconcile." Kim pulled on a pair of
shorts, slipped her feet into sandals, grabbed her things, and was gone.

   Everyone at our party had work or school in the morning, except me. 
Consequently, everyone was gone by about 7:00 p.m.  When Carol and I
finished cleaning up, she remarked that we were the only people there the
whole time who had not had an orgasm.  I took her hand and led Carol onto
the soft grass past the pool deck.  As we kissed, her hand went for my dick
and mine went for her clit.  We were both still horny from watching our
friends.  Carol was soon on her back on the grass.

   It seemed like I had just entered Carol when I heard the door from the
house to the backyard close loudly and things being dropped on a patio
table.  "Luke is such an asshole," I heard Kim saying.  That was followed
by, "Oh shit!  Sorry!"

   "We thought you'd stay the night with Luke," Carol said.  I started to
pull out, but Carol put her hands on my ass and pulled me back.  "She's
already seen us fuck," Carol whispered.  A minute or so later, I heard a
sound to my left.  I glanced that direction in time to see Kim, nude again,
sit down in a patio chair about 18 inches away from us.  She pulled her
legs up so her feet were in the chair with her heels against her ass.  The
thought that Kim was watching me make love to her mother was arousing.  I
know, I'm perverted.

   As usual, Carol and I took it slow, letting things build up until we
each reached had an intense release, hopefully at about the same time. 
That night, I shot just as Carol's hips started bucking violently.  She
came moments later with a very sharp intake of breath.  We kissed.

   I suddenly remembered that Kim was sitting next to us.  I pulled out of
Carol and rolled off to lie by her side.  I momentarily felt like I'd done
something wrong.  I looked at Kim.  She made eye contact and smiled.  Her
right hand was between her legs.  Carol and I watched as Carol's gorgeous
daughter got herself off.  It was a beautiful thing to see.