Page 47 of Character Flaws
Chapter Eighteen
Theo
Clearing up any confusion
Holy shit, what the hell happened to me today?
I completely lost my composure after that scene on the stage with Joey.
I chalk it up to being impatient over the long day of rehearsals, when Joey kept fumbling and would get stuck in the same spot, forgetting her lines. I wasn’t upset with her, because I was the one doing a poor job in helping her move through it.
A good director will enable an actor to work through a scene, give them advice as to how to act out the lines. And when they get stuck, the director is supposed to provide direction around the obstacles in the actor’s way.
But instead of doing any of that, I nearly mauled her in front of innocent by-standers.
I was so cranked up when she finally let herself go, I lost my own control.
I mean seriously, my body responded to that slap like a spark to a flame. It was the ignition on the rocket ship that sent me soaring up to space.
It caught me off guard, and completely unprepared, for what that thrill of the sharp sting of her palm across my flesh did to me. It was electric, unscripted and erotic.
Thankfully we only had an hour left in our rehearsal after that, and I was able to pull myself together enough to finish up the day. Once we worked out Joey’s resistance to the scene, we finished up the act and called it a day.
Now I’m back in the apartment, Woody having been fed and walked, and I’m contemplating going over to Joey’s to see if she wants to continue rehearsing our lines together.
Or just continue kissing. And maybe fucking.
That’s all it takes for my resolve to weaken.
Didn’t I just swear to myself that I wouldn’t pursue things with her until after the show’s production?
But my dick has other ideas. He likes the idea of a little pre-production show – inside of Joey, that is.
He’d like to throw his confetti around to celebrate the upcoming opening night.
My dirty dick thoughts are interrupted as Woody jumps off the couch at the sound of a knock at the door.
I take a quick glance down at my shorts to see the semi-chub I got going on and try to think of a boner buster that will keep me from embarrassment when I open the door.
Grandma in an old-lady swimming suit.
Woody’s dog breath.
Proctor’s hairy butt crack. Eww. That’s just nasty. Got an eyeful of that yesterday when he was leaning over painting a set prop. Some things can never be unseen.
That did the trick. I can confidently open the door now without my dick shouting out his greeting.
And just like that, his interest perks back up when I see Joey standing at the threshold, looking fresh from a shower and smelling like spring rain.
She strolls past me with a “hey.”
“What’s up? Didn’t get enough of me today?” I joke, but my smile fades when she turns to face me.
“This is messing with my head. I’m so confused and need to know.”
“Um, okay. Let’s hear it. What can I clear up for you?”
Before I even have a chance to do or say anything else, Joey launches herself at me, her mouth covering mine, her lips blazing fiery passion.
