The Stage: Act 1

More about my fraternity Every term, we have a "big weekend" where there are a ton of parties, events, fun activities; alums come up to visit; it gives everyone an excuse to drink (like we need another one?). A few days before each "big weekend", my frat does a runway show of sorts where people get onstage and strip, dance, perform... Anyone can participate, it's an event that's open to campus, and no pictures are allowed to be taken. It may sound kind of strange, but it can be a really fun, liberating experience.

Here's my (first) performance.

[Press play.]

You're backstage, and you're crinkling with nerves and sparkling with excitement as you watch the performances. The room is packed and everyone is shouting, cheering. You're in a black, lacy miniskirt and bright red stiletto pumps, with the remnants of red lipstick on your lips.

And then your names are announced. It's your turn to take the stage.

You walk onto one side of the narrow, T-shaped platform with K, while the other pair you're performing with takes the opposite side. Whatever nervousness you were feeling melts away in the spotlight. You and K face each other, and you run your hands from his shoulders down his body.

"Shall I take your shirt off?" he asks over the music, you nod, and your black tank top comes over your head, to rowdy cheers from the audience. Then he simultaneously unzips your skirt, and releases your cock from where it's uncomfortably tied to your thigh, and you're suddenly standing in nothing but your heels, lacy underwear, and strap-on.

The other couple is probably doing the same - the boy dropping the girl's black slacks to expose her bright red cock - but you really can't pay attention to anything else besides the mesmerizing sight of K getting on his knees in front of you and putting your cock in his mouth.

You put your hand behind his head and hold him there, watching him worship you, wishing you could see more, feel more... The other girl sinks down into the chair behind her and you mirror her actions, pulling K in between your legs and pushing his head into your lap, arching your back.

All too soon, the song is over and K is standing up. You undo one of the buckles of your harness and step out of it before you walk off, perfectionistic to the last, not wanting the audience to witness the undignity of your cock bobbing as you walk.

Backstage, K gives your discarded clothes back to you and, over the applause of the crowd, says "That was awesome!"

You just smile.

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