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Lois and Ari were tolerant inclusive liberals ; they had friends who were straight , friends who were gay , and friends whose preference they did not know . If the topic came up they would declare that ' it didn't matter what you were ' and follow that with 'it is nobody's business .' But if somebody else's ' business' touches into your ' business ' the liberalism may tighten .

Which may be why Lois said nothing for two days after the famished kiss before blurting out ;

" You two really went at it on Wednesday "

Ari ; " He' s a guy Lois ."

" Yes , he is , and so are you ....... but ..............you were really into it "

" Chemino kept going over the scene - said it had to look real . Samantha is pretty good at the girl thing and I did kind of respond a bit "

" I'll say . Babe I can see I'm going to have to look after you more - don't be going gay on me ."

One more rehearsal was planned for before opening night . It would be a full dress rehearsal . For expense reasons (such as Lighting - Laslo was by a paid professional for safety reasons ) and because of the limited amateur support such as make-up the cast was asked to be as self sufficient as possible . Sam , Samantha , was not expected to do his own make-up , but costuming himself was expected .

Of course he took great pains over that . Not without difficulties . His mother had found the dresses in his closet . She had had worries about him for a long time . He had not shown interest in girls , and was not in any of the school sports teams ; but she managed to avoid seeing the obvious . Mr Harlow's attitude towards his son was contempt - particularly the absence of sports . His life was Football on TV and a drink in hand . Along with that typical male leisure went an unpleasant machismo manifested by vicious remarks about ' homos ' .

Sam's mother : " Sammy , do you have to be in this play ."

" Ma , it's the only thing about school I really like ."

" But do you have to be a woman ? "

" Mum , they all say I'm just right for the role . And that means wearing a dress . "

" I wish I knew what they meant by ' just right ' ( she knew all too well ) . Sammy , can't you join a sports team ; I don't know what your father will say if he finds out . Mrs Abercrombie told me her daughter told her you get called ' Samantha ' at school - he'd better not hear that ."

" Ma ! I don't like football . Any way I have to do rehearsals - and they would'nt have me on any football team - Pete Vukovic shoves me and calls me fag - would Dad be any better hearing that ? "

Sammy got ready two hours before his appointment with Make-up . He re-depilated his legs . The stockings were stretch nylon and elastane and he carefully aligned the toes and heel . His favourite panties - the blue knickers , then the brassiere ( regretfully he had only one ) , then a turnaround in front of the mirror . He pulled the panties higher to get the flared hem above the stocking tops . Seeing this in the mirror got him hard . No time for that now . He dressed in civvy shirt and pants for the journey to the theatre . With the dresses in his backpack he waved to his Mum and escaped without his father getting a chance for a disdainful comment .

The theatre dressing room scene was chaotic . Sam was tinglingly aware as he took off his outer street clothes - he had worn the nylons for the journey ( they could be seen a bit between his pants and loafers if anyone was looking ) - aware that he was briefly a model for womens underwear ( there were in fact a few curious side glances and mental notes made ) , before he put on the carefully folded dress and became Samantha .

The feel of lipstick and how in the mirror it made him look were exciting . Really exciting . It was as well that he had lines to go over to occupy his mind . Some lengthy interruptions for direction as the rehearsal proceeded made it difficult to ignore the caress of his cock through the panties by the dress ; and the pull of the straps on his stockings when he walked , plus the feeling within him the world was accepting him , especially now in lipstick as really a girl .

And finally they got to Act 2 scene 8 . The lighting for this was subdued to avoid a disrupting contrast when it changed to a glowing backdrop that would silhouette ' Mark ' and Samantha as they embraced . They took their positions ( Sam was on a step which brought him closer to Ari's height ) and glanced briefly at each other . Ari/Mark looked serious - Sam interpreted that as willing himself not to get aoused by the imminent embrace . Then the curtain rose .

Their dialogue retraced the storyline relevant to their roles which the audience would already know was that they were passionately attracted but to that point had been made to pretend the other was of little interest . When the lines made past actions become apparent as false coldness their dawning awareness was accompanied by a slow drawing together of their faces accompanied by dimming of the lighting as their lips finally made contact . The kiss was a fadeout intended to last a full minute .

If it had been short Ari ( although impossible to say ) might not have responded . In the event , Samantha ( after the previous rehearsal when home she had had an orgasm into her panties thinking about making Ari get hard ) met him with her mouth wide open and immediately invited him in with her tongue . His response was a lightning sexual reflex . He entered her mouth , delightedly exchanging contact with her tongue before he made the tip of his explore her - her gums , the space between gums and cheeks , sliding over her teeth in a frenzy that insisted his groin be brought to its natural harbour .

Sam's legs were slightly apart and as Ari brought his thigh to fit the triangle hidden under her dress their combined warmth was reflected in faster agitated tongue movement . She pressed herself more firmly onto him and placed her arms around him . The script had specified around his neck but she amended this . One arm indeed around his neck , and used to crush his mouth even more onto hers , the other around his waist where she found herself not only drawing his groin to hers but turning her fingers into kneeding claws of passion that talked directly to his groin .

For his part every action of hers was as if falling through a cloud of bliss - the tongues , the warmth of the thighs , and the wonderful triangular mound - the source of the warmth - flooded his senses , which had so sharpened he could feel with his thigh that his pressure caused her dress to slide down the mound - at first with a slight roughness which he knew was from her trimmed bush The slipperiness went on the inside of her thighs for a short distance until the feeling changed to skin and a more mat material and the defined outline of a suspender clip . He could tell every contact for what it was - even the narrow line where the material of her panties was less mobile he understood as the stitching of a hem of some kind .

He was puzzled by the absence of her cock and balls . His cock was achingly hard . What had she done with hers ? The answer was obvious ; she had tucked them to the rear by spreading her legs , firmly pushing them back then clamping them there with her thighs . This achievement did make her better from his point of view - he had an urge to use a finger to slide in the groove that ought to be present in the lower half of the mound - but he also wanted confirmation of an erection on her part . Although it would be nice to think of a clitoris firmed by desire he could live with knowledge it would have to be a penis - and it would surely confirm his had talked to hers .

They probably went past the timing , but no-one interrupted them - there was light applause from more than one corner of the room . Secretly both would have liked an encore and at later review Chemino even raised that as a possibility if the opening night audience showed similar enthusiasm .