Chapter 4
“How are we getting away with doing this? We're in a school. We must be breaking rules.”
Tom and Amy sat in his room after school. Amy had been a little scared and asked Jane to accompany her, but Jane was busy. So she went alone and sat on his bed, glad that he was asking a question which delayed the inevitable.
“That’s what I thought, so we asked Miss Woods. First of all, we're all adults now. There's not going to be many girls in the audience and phones will be banned so nobody will film it. The teachers are too busy watch but Miss Woods says she knows some dark secrets about almost all of them so they won't say anything even if they hear rumours. They certainly don't want it in the papers as that is bad for their career. There'll be an examiner from the exam board, but she used to teach Miss Woods and is apparently very liberal so won't put it in her report. It'll say something vague like 'Amy's scene was beneficial for her personal development'. Even then, you're the only naked person and you're not being assessed so she might not even mention it.”
“Miss Woods touched me, that must be inappropriate for her.”
“Yes, I think so, but who is going to complain? It didn't bother me or any of the other girls and you were OK with it.”
“If I’d been told about this from the start, I would never have done it. I’m still scared of getting kicked out, but do you really think that's not going to happen?”
“Miss Woods stands to lose a lot as she's a new teacher. If she is sure, then I’m sure. Let's make a start. We're here for timings, so the first thing we need to do is know how long your speech takes. Read it now, I’ll time you.”
After three readings, the average length was around a minute and a half. They were still slightly too uncomfortable with the next stage to put it into words but it didn't need to be said. Tom turned his back and began to take off his clothes while Amy made small talk.
“90 seconds. That's quick. Are you sure you can - you know - that quickly?”
“I’ve never really thought about it.”
“I mean, today in the drama studio was fast. That’s not normal. Is that normal?”
“Again, I’ve never really thought about it. I certainly haven't asked around.”
“My boyfriend can sometimes go for about half an hour.”
“Wait, you have a boyfriend?”
“Of course I do. Why does that surprise you?”
“Well, I just thought...I mean, what we're doing here. I’m sure he can't be happy about it.”
“This is just acting. It's homework. Dan doesn't know. Anyway he's older, he's 20 and has a job. Most of us have older boyfriends.”
“I know. It makes life difficult for us boys when you're all taken.”
Amy laughed. “That’s the circle of life. So why don't you have a girlfriend?”
“How do you know that I don't?”
“There's like five guys in the whole school. The first thing we did was find out who is single.”
“Ah, OK. No, I don’t have a girlfriend. I did at my last school but we split up.”
“Why?”
“Just bored of each other I suppose.”
“Did you love her?”
“Probably.”
“That's not a decisive answer. Would you throw yourself in front of a bus for her?”
“I don't think so. Why would I do that?”
“To prove you love her.”
“I thought that's what flowers and chocolate were for.”
“You're an idiot. It's a metaphor for self sacrifice. If a bus was going to hit her, would you throw yourself in the way to save her?”
“I’m quite sure I wouldn't stop a bus doing that.”
“OK, would you cut your arm off for her?”
“That's even more unrealistic than the bus.”
“Fine, we'll stop. I have my answer. No, you didn't love her. That's a shame but you've broken up so it doesn't matter now.”
Amy realised that they had been so deep in conversation that she had forgotten Tom was naked.
“Look, we have to do this. Let's start,” she said, resetting the stopwatch on her phone.
“This should be fun, so why do I feel like I'm in a lab?”
“I know, this is weird. But we have to make it look natural and Miss Woods says the only way to do that is for it to be second nature.”
“You've spoken to her about it? She's never really spoken to me.”
“She probably thinks you're OK with it. She thinks you're a big man,” Amy said, glancing at Tom's cock resting on his thigh. Amy took it in her hand and it immediately begin to grow. She looked back into Tom's face and found he was already looking back into her eyes. Amy let go and, realising that she couldn't pleasure him face to face, said, “We should get into position for this.”
They both stood up and she went behind him. Tom felt the coolness of her top as she pressed against his back and asked, “Aren't you taking your clothes off?”
“No, we're only here to practise your part. Are you ready?”
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“46 seconds. That's way too quick. You have to put the brakes on somehow.”
“It's not easy.”
“We'll get there. But I think I should go now. Your parents are definitely aren't home?” Tom shook his head. “I’ll wash my hands and let myself out.”
Tom watched his bedroom door shutting, wondering why good things couldn't simply be good. Alone again, he reached for the tissue box.
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The following day, Miss Woods stopped Amy in the corridor and asked if she had done her homework.
“Yes, but he was quick. Like, really quick.”
“Honestly, practice and control. He needs to learn it but you will find you have more control than you think. But you must tell me if you don't want to do this, I’m not forcing you.”
“It's OK, I do want to do it. It's probably worse than him for me. It's just a bit funny because after he came yesterday I wanted to get away. I should probably apologise to him for running away. I just didn't know what to say.”
“Of course, but just act relaxed with him and he will do the same with you. You'll both be fine! We're practising at 12.30 so I will see you in the studio.”
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Miss Woods was already in conversation with Amy when she saw Tom opening the door and beckoned him towards her.
“Hello! How are you today? Are you ready to perform?”
“I think so.”
“Please don't be worried. The first time with everything is the worst. Now you know what's going to happen, you're in charge. There is nothing new for anyone here to see. You will be fine, sweetie.”
Miss Woods smiled, stroked Tom's arm and left him to talk to Amy. Amy broke the silence.
“I’m sorry I left so soon yesterday. It was all a bit too odd.”
“It's OK, I felt funny too. Like Miss Woods said, we'll get used to it. Thanks Amy. I mean thanks for all this. It's not easy but I'm glad I'm doing this with you.”
“Aww, thank you. I cried when Miss Woods told me about this. But I suppose I am actually enjoying it. Shall we hug and forget about last night? Just make sure we do a good job today?” Amy stretched out her arms. Tom agreed and they hugged. Feeling more relaxed, he made a suggestion that he had been mulling over in his mind.
“We need to communicate with each other somehow. I was thinking that I could reach back and put my hands on your waist. If I squeeze you with my left hand then it means slow down, my right hand means go faster. Would that work?”
Amy laughed in agreement, recalling that the previous night he had complained about feeling like a lab rat but was now taking things seriously enough to create a secret code.
“That's a plan then. Hope you've got nice underwear on today.”
“I do! You know the girls here are more interested in what I’m wearing than what you're not?”
“That's not true, is it?”
“Well, probably not. But I’m under pressure too. It has to be pretty and matching. Ooh, hi Janey!” Amy spotted her friend approaching.
“Hello darling, can you go and get ready to start the first scene, honey?” Amy turned away towards the back of the stage. Jane continued, “Hi handsome, ready for today's workout?”
Tom was familiar enough with the dynamic of female best friends to know that anything that Amy did or said would soon be on Jane’s radar. There was no question that she knew what had happened the previous night in his bedroom.
“Practice makes perfect. Or do you mean a real workout? I don’t really go the gym.”
Jane laughed. “No sweetie, you look great already, you don't need that. But if you do go, make sure you don't take any steroids. I heard they make things shrink. The girls in the back row will want to see what all the fuss is about, don’t disappoint them.”
Jane winked and turned away. Tom laughed to himself, wondering if he'd just received a compliment or insult.
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