The College Thespian - Chapter One - Leah Gets the Lead Role!

**The College Thespian**

**Chapter One - Leah Gets the Lead Role!**

Leah arrived home from her day at community college with a little extra pep in her step.

“What has you in such a good mood?” Her mother, Sarah, asked.

“I got cast as the lead in the fall play at school,” Leah said brimming. “I’m the first freshman ever to get the lead, I’m so excited.”

“Well good for you, honey. I’m so proud of you,” her mother said as they both walked into the kitchen.

“What’s for dinner tonight, mom?” Leah said, reaching both hands behind her back and unclasping her bra, freeing her D-cup breasts. She hated wearing bras, but her mother insisted that she had to wear a bra when out in public. Their compromise was she could take it off once she got home.

“Oh, I thought we’d have homemade pizza, does that sound good?”

“Sounds great, is Cory going to join us?”

“Why don’t you call him down. He’s been doing his homework since he got home from school. I’m sure he could use a break,” Sarah said, reaching for the container of flour. “And dear, please be aware that you’re wearing a white blouse.”

“Yeah?” Leah responded. 

“I just don’t want you torturing your poor brother with those,” she said wagging her finger back and forth at her chest.

 “I don’t think he ever really notices, mom. He’s such a nerd,” Leah said walking over to the bottom of the stairs and yelling, “Cory!! It’s dinner time!”

When she walked back into the kitchen, Leah’s mood had shifted and a concerned look came upon her face. Her mother noticed immediately.

“What’s wrong, honey?” She asked her daughter.

“Oh, it’s just this one scene in the play. I’m not sure if I’m up for the job.”

“Nonsense! They wouldn’t have cast you as the lead if they didn’t think you were capable. What is the scene?”

“Well…” Leah hesitated. “There’s a scene where I have to kick the male lead in the groin and so far, I’m not sure if I’m doing it right. The guy hardly moves when I do it. He has almost no reaction.”

Fighting back a smile, Sarah started kneading the dough in front of her. “Maybe he’s wearing protection, honey?”

“Protection?”

“Haven’t you heard of a jockstrap?” Her mother asked.

“Well, yeah, but aren’t those for sports?”

“Of course, but I would imagine, if you’re going to get kicked in the nuts in a play, that you’d at least consider wearing one, wouldn’t you?”

Leah stared at her mother’s hands kneading the dough, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You can’t help it the guy’s a lousy actor.”

“Oh, he’s a great actor, mom,” Leah said. “And he’s really cute. I think maybe he’s just too embarrassed to act out that scene.”

“Or maybe you’re not kicking him right? Did you ever think about that?”

“Think about what?” Cory said as he walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, your sister is having a tough time acting out a scene in the school play,” and without realizing what she was offering said, “Hey, maybe you could help your sister out and let her practice with you!”

“Sure, as long as it doesn’t interfere with my homework,” Cory said.

Trying to backtrack Sarah said with a laugh, “Well, you might want to know what the scene is before you volunteer for this.”

“What? It can’t be that bad. I love the arts. What is it?” He asked. 

“Your sister has to kick the male lead in the, ummm, groin. And she seems to be having trouble getting it down.”

Cory’s eyebrows raised a bit. He always had a great relationship with his older sister, and would regularly help her with school projects as he was the smart one and she was a bit on the ditzy side. 

“You don’t have to help me, Cor, that might be asking too much. I will just have to figure it out at rehearsals,” Leah said, her tone a bit defeated.

“No, no, no - I can help you,” Cory said, not believing what he was volunteering for, but wanting desperately to please his beautiful sister. 

“Really?!!” Leah said, jumping up and down excitedly, causing her breasts to deliciously bob up and down inside her white blouse. Her brother’s heart skipped a beat. He never thought of her in a sexual way, but he is a red-blooded male and the sight did not go unnoticed. 

“You’re the greatest!” Leah squealed, stepping over to grab his right arm, squeezing both of her breasts against him in a side hug. His heart rate quickened. 

“Cool! Can we get started right after dinner?” Leah asked.

“Ahhh, sure, I don’t see why not.”

“Hold your horses, you two,” Sarah chimed in. “Last I checked your brother hasn’t played a sport since he tried soccer when he was 8 and decided it wasn’t for him.”

“What’s your point, mother?” Leah asked with a slight scowl.

“The point is, I’m pretty sure your brother does not own a jockstrap and I will not have my little boy practice this scene with you, however chivalrous it is, until he has on proper protection. I may want to have grandchildren one day.”

Leah started giggling, “I guess you’re right, mother. Do you have a jockstrap?” She asked her brother.

His eyes fell to the floor as he shook his head no.

“Guess we’re going shopping tonight - you up for it?” Leah said, bobbing on her toes, setting her breasts in motion once again. He wanted to say yes. He wanted to really badly. 

“I would, but I’ve got to finish a paper that’s due tomorrow,” Cory said dejectedly. As much as he’d love to help his sister, he is not going to do anything to jeopardize his perfect grade point average. Not in his final year of high school.

“Mom, you and I could go get him one. It can’t be that complicated to buy one of those things. What do you think?”

“Well, I’d prefer he try it on before we buy one,” Sarah said. “It’s not like we’re buying him socks. If this thing doesn’t fit right, it could have severe consequences. And I will remind you that you have four years of cheerleading under your belt, so I can only suspect that your kicks are pretty lethal.”

“The director said she’s never seen anyone kick so hard,” Leah said, once again, bouncing on her toes with pride. “And there’s something about kicking a guy there that’s just so…so…exhilarating!” Cory dropped his head in embarrassment, wondering what he got himself into.

“Take it easy there, castrator,” Sarah said with a laugh, “We can go get the jock, we just have to make sure it fits him right. What’s your size hun?”

“For a jock, I have no idea. Maybe we should do this another time?”

“I know!” Leah said “We could measure him and make sure we get the size right. I’ll go get my tape measure!”

“Hold your horses, young lady,” her mother said. “We are not going to be measuring your brother, especially down there. Just tell me your waist size and we’ll see what we can find for you, honey.”

Leah plopped down on her heels, folding her arms in a pout. 

“These jeans are 32 in the waist,” Cory said in a hushed tone.

“There you have it,” Sarah said. “You get to work on that paper and your sister and I will go buy you a shiny new jockstrap!”

That perked Leah right back up. She jumped and clapped and took a few quick steps to her brother, gave him another side hug and an unexpected kiss on the cheek. “Thank you so much for doing this. I will owe you big time!”

Cory loved the new-found affection his sister was bestowing upon him. They both really liked each other, but they weren’t much of a touchy-feely family. He could get used to this.

In the car ride to the sporting goods store, Sarah decided to lay down a few ground rules for the upcoming nut-kicking sessions. “Now honey, you realize your brother is going beyond what is expected from any brother. I know your uncle Jim and uncle Joe would never agree to anything like this for me.”

“I know mom,” Leah said, “It’s just, this play means so much to me and to get to practice this at home will help me so much.”

“That’s true, but, even with a jockstrap on, you could do some serious damage to your brother’s testicles and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to him, like a rupture.”

“A rupture? What’s that?”

“Didn’t you take health class in high school?”

“Yes, but I don’t remember anything about ruptures. What is that?”

“It’s when the outer shell of the testicle is put under too much pressure and it basically tears open, it rips, you know, it, like, pops.” Sarah was struggling to get the words out. 

“Ohhhhh, wow! They can pop?!!!” Leah said with a bit too much excitement. 

“Yes, dear, they can pop. So you have to promise me that if you suspect you may be causing any damage, that we shut it down for the night and maybe try it again the next day, okay?”

“Well, of course. I don’t want to hurt him. He’s being so sweet just helping me out, that’s the last thing I want to do.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I raised the both of you right.” Sarah said as she started to contemplate the thought of possible rupture. “That would be wild if she actually popped one,” she thought to herself. “Now that is something I’ve never seen before. I wonder if it makes a sound? I mean, other than the guy screaming.”

She was jolted out of her daydream when they came upon the sporting goods store. “I’m serious,” Sarah said, turning to face her daughter in the car. “You were a cheerleader for four years. I’ve seen your kicks.” She paused. Then she pointed at Leah and shook her finger. “No ruptures.”

“No ruptures,” Leah said with a little smirk. “Let’s go buy this jockstrap, already! I’m excited to get started!!”

“I can see that,” Sarah said, looking at her daughter’s jutting nipples under her white shirt. “What did I tell about wearing a bra in public?”

Leah looked down at her chest. “Oops, I forgot to put it back on, mom. Honest.”

“What am I ever going to do with you? Just don’t poke an eye out with those things!"

The two ladies entered the sporting goods store. They were amazed at how large it was. With Leah in cheerleading, they just ordered all of her gear through the team and since Cory stopped playing sports in 3th grade, neither one had set foot in a sporting goods store in several years.

“Hi, how can I help you?” A beautiful red-headed female said as they entered. 

“Yes, I’m looking for a — a — um” Sarah was surprised at her sudden embarrassment. She tried to show the shape of the item she was looking for with her hands but was failing miserably. “I’m looking for a thing…for…ya know.”

“A jockstrap!” Leah finally shouted, rescuing her stammering mother. 

“Oh, yes, we sell plenty of those,” the pretty salesperson said. “We can go right over to the measuring room once your son arrives. Did he come with you or are you meeting him here?”

The two ladies looked at each other. Under her breath and with a clenched mouth Leah whispered, “I told you we should have measured him!” 

“Oh, sorry, he’s not coming,” Sarah said. “We figured we could just buy it for him and take it home. He’s writing a paper and…oh, never mind.”

The salesperson’s face dropped a bit, hearing he wasn’t coming. She loved the measuring part. 

“Well, we prefer to get an exact measurement of all of our clients, especially when it comes to this piece of equipment,” then she lowered her voice and whispered to the ladies, “if you know what I mean?”

“Oh, are you talking about a rupture?!!” Leah said excitedly and a little too loudly. “I totally know what that is!”

“Well, I wasn’t thinking anything that extreme, but yes, because of ruptures or frankly, any other blows to the groin. I understand that is not a pleasant thing.”

“Do you think we could still get one for him tonight and just have him try it on at home?” Sarah asked.

“We don’t recommend doing it that way, but if you’re in a hurry, I guess we don’t have much of a choice.”

“What’s going on over there?” Leah asked, seeing a bunch of women soccer players lining up.

“Oh, they’re here,” the salesperson said. “Perfect timing. If you guys have a minute, that’s the college women’s soccer team getting ready to test one of our products on that young man standing on the platform over there.”

“Testing?” Leah said. 

“Yes, this is one of my favorite things about working here. Just about every night, when a gentleman purchases a protective device, we offer free testing right here in the store. And most mothers are happy to take us up on it.”

“That’s amazing,” Leah said with a grin.

“How can you afford to pay all of those women?” Sarah asked.

“Oh, they all volunteer for this. We actually have a waiting list of volunteers. Next week, the cheerleaders from the high school are going to help out.”

“What?!!” Leah screeched. “Why didn’t they do that last year? That would have been so cool!”

“Relax, honey, you’ll get your chance soon enough. And, hey, maybe you could volunteer here when you’re not rehearsing.”

“We have volunteer forms right over there,” the salesgirl said with a smile. “Would you like to go over and watch the demonstration?”

“Can we?!” Leah said, looking to her mother...