Story 4-I AM NO CAESAR
"Et tu, Brute?" The tall, handsome actor portraying Julius Caesar uttered this famous Shakespeare line and then collapsed onto the floor of the stage. Fake blood began to pool around the "dead" body. The curtain closed and it was intermission.
My friend Cheryl turned to me and asked, "So Mark, was it worth the trip?" I smiled. "Yeah, it was worth the trip. It's a good show."
Cheryl had convinced me to make the trip with her back to her alma mater to see the annual Shakespeare festival. Ever since my girlfriend of three years had left me for some tall, dark, and handsome (and also idiotic, immature, and prone to infidelity) man about four months before, I hadn't gone out much. I hoped a road trip with Cheryl, one of my very best friends, would be just what I needed.
Cheryl had been in a lot of shows in college, so when the play was over she took me backstage and introduced me to the cast and crew. They were having a cast party at one of the actor's apartments, and invited us to come along. It sounded like fun to us, so we went.
The apartment actually had two floors. Upstairs was a large common room where they had pushed all of the furniture back against the walls to create a dance floor. Downstairs, people were just talking and hanging out. Cheryl and I went downstairs with her friend Julio. After a bit, another of her friends, Steve, joined us.
Steve started us on a serious discussion which I was actually very interested in, but it wasn't what I had hoped to get out of my road trip. I didn't know what I wanted, exactly, but I knew I wanted to have more fun than this.
Enter fun, stage right.
Two girls who had been part of the show's crew knocked on the door and came into the room. Each was carrying a large, fluorescent colored glass.
"Hi Christina! Hi Katie!" Cheryl exclaimed when she saw them. "What have you got there?"
Katie smiled gleefully. "It's a drink we made. We made a whole pitcher of it and we're making everyone try some. It's really good. Here."
Cheryl took the glass and asked, "What's in it?"
Christina was the one who answered. "It has two different kinds of schnapps, some tequila, some rum, and a little lemonade. It really is good. Try it."
Cheryl finally did and liked it. She handed the glass to Julio, who also took a sip.
"Would you like to try some..."
I realized Christina was talking to me. "Mark. I'm Mark."
"Nice to meet you, Mark. Now try some." Christina handed me the glass. My fingers brushed against hers as I took it from her. I took a sip. It was very good. I smiled to acknowledge as much and took another.
"You can have that one. I have some more upstairs." She smiled. "You sure?"
"Yeah. I'll be upstairs if you need more." She winked and then left the room with Katie.
I drank quickly so that I would need a refill. When I went back upstairs, Christina was in the kitchen next to her pitcher. She smiled broadly when she saw me and said, "Empty already? Better not drink too fast or some girl might end up trying to take advantage of you."
I laughed. "That would be a shame." When she finished pouring my drink, she motioned for me to sit at the table with her. I could have sworn she was hitting on me.
But some part of me, still smarting from being dumped a few months before, couldn't really believe it. After all, Christina was beautiful. She had fine blond hair that came to just below her shoulders, slightly curled at the bottom.
She had the prettiest green eyes that seemed to smile at you even when her mouth wasn't. Her body was petite without being overly skinny or short. Her breasts, judging from the cleavage you could see from her v-neck t-shirt, were not huge, but they were very firm, round, and just right. I had watched her going back upstairs earlier, and her ass was one of the tightest, hottest ones I'd ever seen.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm an attractive guy. Average height, a pretty nice body, very strong and fit legs (so I'm told). Like Christina, I have blond hair, though unlike Christina, I have a goatee. And I've been told my green eyes are, well, probably as fun to look into as hers were right now.
But let's face it—I'm no Caesar.
Caesar, or the actor who had played Caesar, had just come into the room. You could almost feel the female hormones being released as he did. Christina had noticed, too, but tried to cover it.
We made small talk for awhile, introducing ourselves to one another. After a couple of drinks, we were both pretty buzzed and she asked me to dance with her. We made our way over to the dance floor, which was pretty crowded, which worked out great for me because it meant Christina and I had to dance closer together.
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