Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 I never expected it to happen like that, not that I would enjoy it so much.
I should probably feel bad about it, or at least about how it happened, but
I don't.  I really enjoyed it like that, the people, the cheering, the...
Wait, I am getting ahead of myself.

   So, what happened?  Let me start with Frankie.  His name was really
George, but he said when we were there, I was to only refer to him as
Frankie.  Everything happening would be Frankie doing it, not him.  I
thought this a strange way to precursor going to a movie, but then again,
the Rocky Horror Picture Show is not a normal movie.  That is what I was
told before hand and that is what I discovered while at the movie.  I
completely underestimated how different of an experience it would be to go
to the movie.  The audience participation, the cast acting, the...  I am
getting ahead of myself again.

   George is a High School Senior I know.  We have a split campus with a
large building for junior high and a larger building for the senior high
with just a parking lot separating them.  I am in seventh grade at the
junior high.  There are some temporary buildings next to the parking lot
that I like to hang out behind before classes.  There is a group of high
schoolers that hang out there too.  George is kind of the ring leader of
the group and whatever he says, goes.  I was allowed to hang out with them
by George's graces.

   So one Friday morning he comes up to me and tells me to tell my parents
I was going to spend the night at a girlfriend's house because he had
something special for me.  I was taken aback by the sudden approach and
offer and was not about to turn him down.  After all, he was a senior.

   So I did as he said without a clue as to what was going to happen.  I
did not really see that I had a choice, though really I would not have
chosen anything but what he said anyway.

   So around six o'clock I left my house going to see my friend, but
actually went to the convenience store up at the corner.  I had packed a
bag with the clothes George asked me to wear.  I waited by the pay phones.
Before long, a red Dodge Charger pulled up.  This was one of those
classics, like made WAY before I was born.  George was sitting in the
driver's seat and flagged me to get in.  I didn't hesitate and soon we are
on our way to his apartment.

   A panic goes quickly through my head about what he may have planned for
me, but I quickly dismiss it.  This is George, he is a senior, and he would
not do anything that would hurt me.

   We get to the apartment and it looked pretty normal, at least until we
got back to his bedroom.  On the walls were all kinds of pictures of what
looked like some kind of cabaret show or something.  Everyone was wearing
lingerie and dancing on a stage in the pictures.

   "This is the Rocky Horror Picture Show." He answers my unvoiced question
by indicating the pictures.  "You are going to love it.  I go every week."

   There is a small girl in some sparkly outfit in one that catches my
attention.

   "That's Columbia." He says.

   "Who is this?" I ask about some guy wearing gold underwear.

   "That is Rocky." He says.  "He is the Monster" He said the last part
with some horror movie enthusiasm.

   "Rocky will be played by Jordan tonight." He continued.  "You will like
him, and he is going to like you." He had a smile on his face.

   "Cool!" I said, not knowing what else to say, I definitely did not want
to ruin it with George.

   "And I am going to play Frankie." He said kind of haughtily.  "He is the
mad scientist."

   "Ok." I tell him.

   "Did you bring the clothes I said?"

   I nodded and indicate the bag.  He went to it and opened it up and
started pulling my clothes out.  He pulled the white button down shirt out
and checked it out.

   "Hmm..." he said critically.  "It's short sleeves."

   I nodded dumbly.

   He tossed it aside.  "It needs to be long sleeves, I will get you one of
mine.  It will look better if it is too large anyway."

   He continued to look through the bag.  He pulled out the bra I had
packed.  It was a gauzy yellow bra that I had.  He had said to bring my
sexiest bra, and my selection being limited, this was the best I had.

   "Yellow." He said with disappointment in his voice.  "Needs to be
white."

   He tossed the bra aside.

   "What are you wearing right now?" He asked me.

   "I have a plain white one on." I told him.

   "Maybe that will do." He said.  "Let me see it."

   "It's not as sexy as the yellow one." I tried to explain.  It wasn't
really.  In fact it was a bit worn out and thin.

   "Well, let's see it." He said as a matter of factly.

   The panic returned into my head from earlier, I had never removed any
part of my clothing in front of anyone.  I was even shy around my
girlfriends.

   George saw my reluctance.  "Well, maybe you are right.  It won't work
without the right bra though, so maybe we will call it off.  Can I give you
a ride back home?"

   "No!" I said in a sudden panic that was completely different from the
one moments ago.  Now I saw my opportunity with George going down the hole.
I started unbuttoning my shirt.

   He crossed his arms and looked fairly indifferent at my baring myself to
him.  Well, I was not really baring myself to him, I was actually just
showing him my bra.

   It was just a bra.  I told myself that confidently and had no problem
stripping the rest of my shirt off.  I held my chest out to him.  It was
not much, just a B cup, but I was proud of it.

   He uncrossed him arms and came over to me and started critically
examining my bra.  He sat on the beb in front of me and looked closely at
me.  At my bra.  At my breasts.  I started to shiver, but I was not the
least bit cold.  I actually felt a little warm from his attentions.

   "Turn around." He said and I complied.

   He looked for a moment at my back, then I felt his fingers touch me. 
Touch my bra strap.  Lift the strap from my body.  I thought for a moment
he was going to unlatch it as he fondled the clasp, but he set it back
against my skin.

   He did not tell me to turn back around, but rather turned me by placing
his hands on the back of my shoulders and turning me physically.  My
breasts were before his face again.

   "It looks thin." He stated.  "Is this an old bra?"

   It definitely was, I was a little embarrassed.  It was the only one
clean besides the yellow one.  I had no idea he, or anyone, was going to
see me in it.

   I nodded.

   He reached up and placed a hand on each breast and rubbed his thumbs
across my nipples.  I automatically put up my arms to push his hands away,
but he merely brushed my efforts away.

   Electric bolts were running through my body and I felt weak in my knees.
"This is it," I said to myself, "I am about to lose my virginity to an
upper classman."

   But to my disappointment, he only tweaked my nipples a little more and
then leaned back and looked at me.

   "I think it will work." He said and he smiled at me before getting up
and going to his closet.

   I looked down at my own exposed bra and my nipples were clearly erect
and showing through the thin material.

   I suddenly felt naked and disappointed and put my hands over my breasts.

   George stepped out of the closet holding a large white shirt.

   "Here, try this one." He tossed the shirt to me which caused me to
release my breasts.

   He stepped out of the room not paying any attention to my situation.  He
acted as if having a 12 year old in his room with only a threadbare bra
covering her breasts was the most normal thing.

   I quickly put the shirt on and found it to be way too long.  It was
almost like a dress on me it was so long.  The sleeves went way past my
hands.

   "Perfect!" he stated as he came back into the room.

   It was anything but perfect to me.  It was way too large and baggy.

   "Roll up the sleeves." He instructed.

   I grabbed and pushed the sleeve up with one hand and he immediately
intervened.

   "No," he interjected, "don't just push them up, you need to roll them
up."

   He took over the process.  When he was done, it looked horrible.  There
was no way I would want to go out in public like this.

   "Panties then." He said as he leaned back to look over his work.

   "What?" I said.

   "Let's see the panties."

   I hesitated again.  My mind was a flutter in conflicting feelings.  I
really wanted to make it with him, but this was not the least bit
stimulating, it was just embarrassing to be handled in this way.

   "You should be in costume to go," he said, "would you prefer me to take
you home instead?"

   "No, I would like to go." I told him with determination.

   I reached down and fumbled with the button on my pants.  I was shaking
real bad though and was having a time with it.  A moment later I found my
hands pushed away and his strong and large hands having a much easier time
with my pants.

   In short order he had me skinned out of my jeans and I was standing in
front of him wearing just a plain white open shirt revealing my worn out
bra and plain white cotton panties.

   I stepped out of the pants and he stepped back to look at me.  Then he
came forward and held the shirt open to look at my barely covered body.

   My hands again moved themselves to cover.  He waved them away and I put
them shyly behind my back.

   He reached down and touched my panties.  He outlined my meager bush in
the panties and watched how the texture of my hairs barely showed through
the material.

   I nearly fell over.  I felt warm ripples all through my body.  He was so
close to touching my pussy and yet he was taking such a nonchalant attitude
towards my body.  I wanted him to take me now.  Shyness and panic were
pushed to the back of my brain.  Lust was starting to take root.  Now I was
going to finally give myself to George.  Or, as the way things were going,
he was going to take me.

   I spread my legs a little and his hand dipped momentarily between and
traced the indention between those lips.  Then sadly, he pulled his hand
away.

   "Those will do well I think." His voice cracked a little I think when he
said that, I am not sure though, I was in a bit of a state.  That was the
first time anyone besides me had touched my pussy and it was all too brief.

   "We should get to the restaurant." He said.

   "Restaurant?" I asked.

   "Yeah, the movie does not start until midnight.  We have to meet with
the cast." He explained.

   I reached down to pick up my pants.

   "No, you can leave those here." He stated.  "We need to get going."

   "Like this?" I queried.  "I am practically naked!"

   "Come on." He said and grabbed my elbow.  He pulled me along and I was
only hesitantly fighting him.  I could not deny him what he wanted.  I was
embarrassed, but I did not want to lose this opportunity.

   It was eight o'clock when we pulled into Dos Pesos, a cheap Mexican
restaurant.  He climbed out and waited for me in front of the car.  I
opened my door, but was hesitant to get out.  I had buttoned the shirt up
all the way so I wasn't really showing anything, but it was still
uncomfortable to go out in public like this.  I swallowed my pride and
remembered whom I was doing this for and got out.

   He held the door open for me when I got there, it was the first
gentlemanly thing he had done all evening.

   We went through the line and the wait staff did not seem to take any
notice of my state of dress.  I was certain though that I felt all the eyes
on me in the place.  I ordered some nachos and he ordered some fajitas. 
When the orders were handed over the counter, we headed back towards the
back of the restaurant.  Greeting us was a table of people all wildly
dressed.  I felt like I was conservatively dressed compared to some of
them. One girl was wearing a skin tight dress with holes in the sides that
made it obvious that the dress was the only thing she was wearing.  Another
girl was wearing a bikini top that appeared two sizes too small so that it
strained against her breasts and her nipples were clearly visible through
the material.  I felt a little more at ease.

   The guys on the other hand were not dressed so sexily.  There was a guy
dressed all emo or goth...  it is always hard to tell those two apart
without talking to them.  One guy had on leather pants that did accentuate
his ass a bit though.

   George caught me looking and snickered.

   "What?" I asked him.

   "You won't get into those." He said.  "That's Javier, he is _SO_ gay."

   A tall black guy stood up at the table to greet us.

   "George, you mother fucker!" he said jovially.  "What the fuck you got
there?"

   "Virgin sacrifice!" George returned just as jovially.

   "Well, that some fine ass virgin you are bringing to the monster
tonight!" he smiled real big then sat back down.  George and I sat down a
little ways from him.  I was feeling very apprehensive now.  I had no idea
what was going to happen this evening.

   George seemed to understand my feelings and made me feel better.  "A
virgin is just someone who has never seen Rocky before.  We just give them
a hard time."

   Next to me was a girl in a bustier that was so tight on her, her breasts
were almost up into her chin.  Her cleavage though could have hidden a
Volkswagen.  I was a little jealous of her endowment.  I knew a bustier on
me like that would just make me as flat as a pancake.

   A girl in a similar outfit than mine except that her shirt was
unbuttoned came running over towards us.  George quickly turned his chair
out just in time for the girl to land in his lap.  She locked lips with him
and his hands roamed her body freely.  I felt horrible.  I was jealous and
disappointed all at once.  George was not to be mine, he already had
someone.  That's why he treated me so blasé.

   After just a moment, that really seemed like a long time, she pulled
herself off of his lap only to be replaced by some girl in a sequin tube
top.  Much kissing and fondling occurred this time as well.

   She got off his lap and went back to where she had been sitting.

   George looked at me and recognized I was upset.  "Don't worry sweety,
these girls just have an enthusiastic way to say hello."

   He smiled at me in such a way that it did not matter what he said or if
he had his cock buried in some girl while he said it, it made my heart
melt. I knew he wanted me.  I knew it in my heart of hearts.

   There was a lot of sexuality at the table between the people, but George
seemed to get the brunt of it.  It always seemed to stop just short of
stripping of clothing, though I swear I did see one girl put her hands in
the black guy's pants at one time.  There was also the time that the girl
in the sequin tube top was making out with the girl in a maid's outfit.

   "You will need to call me Frankie tonight." George told me at the table.
"When I am at Rocky, I am Frankie."

   I ate another nacho and nodded.  I did not understand any of it, I was
just along for the ride.  I just considered myself lucky to be a part of it
all.  I felt mature doing something the upperclassmen did.

   We were at the restaurant for about an hour and a half before everyone
piled into their cars at once and headed over to the cinema.  When we came
up, there was a long line waiting to buy tickets, but we just went past
them and right into the theater without paying.  A lot of the people in
line started cheering when they saw George...  I mean Frankie arrive.

   The girl that was dressed the same as me was running up and down the
aisles and greeting everyone she knew like they were long lost lovers.  As
the tall black guy came in, Javier was his name Frankie informed me, but I
was only to call him rocky, the girl went up the aisle and just before
getting to him, climbed up on the back of a theater seat and leaped at him.
Unfortunately though, her foot got caught between two of the seats and she
fell down flat.

   Everyone rushed to her and tried to help her up, Rocky was enough help
for her though, he quickly had her untangled and was carrying her like a
small child.

   Tears were streaming down her cheeks as he got her up to the stage at
the front of the theater and she was holding her right leg tightly.

   "Fuck, you okay, Jessie?" Frankie asked her.

   "I can't do it.  My ankle ain't going to stand up to all the dancing."
She said with a whimper.

   Frankie stood back a moment to consider the situation.

   "Maybe she can do it?" Jessie pointed at me.

   I shook my head, I had no idea what was supposed to be done, but I had
never done it before and had no idea how to do it.

   Frankie seemed to share my sentiment.  "No, she has never even seen the
movie, I don't think she could--"

   "I can help her through it, Frankie." She pleaded.  "I can direct from
below the seat line."

   Frankie looked at me.  "Can you do it?" he smiled that smile again.  I
could do it.

   I nodded and was quickly dragged off by sequin tube top girl.  Columbia
was her name, I found out later.  She pulled me behind the screen.  Did you
know they have an area behind the screen?  They had some equipment there
and a couple of large speaker towers.  Anyway, she got me back there and
unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off of me.  A frumpy looking K-Mart dress
appeared out of nowhere and just before it was draped over me, Columbia
stopped and started checking out my undergarments.

   "Are these our panties or yours?" she asked.  It seemed like a stupid
question at the time.

   "Mine?" I said questioningly.

   "Right." She said and before I knew what had happened, I was standing
there without any panties on and she was folding them up and putting them
on a chest.  She turned back to me with another pair of panties in her
hands and handed them to me.  These looked similar to mine but a little
more worn.  As I went to put them on and cover myself back up, I noticed
the bottom of the panties were a little heavier than normal.  I did not
care though, I wanted to get my pussy back out of view.  Anyone could have
walked in at any time.

   "Nice!" she said as she stood back from me.  Then she leaned in, and
gave me a quick kiss directly on the lips before darting back out to the
stage.

   I was dazed, but I managed to find the dress she had laid out for me and
put it on.  It looked dopey.

   I could hear now that the audience had been let into the theater.  There
was a bunch of shouting and vulgarity.  I poked my head out of the utility
door and people were still piling in.  Columbia and the other girl dressed
like I was were selling bags of stuff to people.  I had no idea what those
might contain.

   Frankie was up on the front edge of the stage and was cheering everyone
on and getting the crowd even more riled up.

   "We have a few rules for tonight!" He called out to the audience.

   They responded with an synchronized, "Fuck the rules!"

   Frankie nodded and waved his hands about as if to assuage them.  Then
continued, "Rule number 1: Do not throw anything at the cast, crew, or
stage!"

   This was met with a lot of wads of paper, popcorn, and even a roll of
toilet paper being tossed at him.

   Unfazed, he continued, "Rule number 2:..."

   He went through a few rules, all of them fairly common sense...  They
all got cheers and jeers from the audience.  Finally, he started chanting,
"Start the fucking movie!  Start the fucking movie!" over and over.

   The audience was chanting it loudly along with him.  I think I heard
someone shouting, "Start the movie fucking!" but it was hard to tell.

   After a short time, the house lights went down and a Twentieth Century
logo came up and some goof ball ran up on stage and acted like he was
playing a piano on the logo.

   Some girl in a long robe came up on stage then as a pair of lips was
plastered on the screen.  She was singing along to the music and the
audience kept interjecting all kinds of stupid stuff that seemed to go
along with what she was singing.  About halfway through the song though,
she shed her robe and was dancing around in a negligee.  Teasingly, she
started taking off what little clothes she had.  This caught my attention.
I hoped I would not have to expose myself in front of this crowd, or
anyone. It was bad enough Columbia stripped me earlier.

   Each layer she removed though revealed another layer of clothes beneath.
In the end she had on the tiniest thong panties I had ever seen that
disappeared completely between her cheeks and a top that just covered her
nipples.  I felt lucky to have my thin bra.  Suddenly it was very covering
of me.

   The next scene seemed to be some kind of wedding and I was a part of it.
When I looked up at the screen, I noticed one of the actresses had on a
dress like mine.  I was suddenly pulled up on stage though and placed next
to a guy wearing nerdy glasses.  I learned his name was Brad.  The
character I was playing was Janet.  With his direction, and from the girl
on the floor in front of the seats, I was directed around the stage.  I was
constantly messing up and getting in people's way, but the audience did not
seem to notice or care.  There were still the constant screaming at the
screen.  Somehow we got through that part and then came a singing part.  I
had no idea of the words, but Brad whispered to me to just sing "watermelon
cantaloupe" over and over.  The audience could not hear me anyway and it
would keep my lips moving.  They were both pretty good at directing me
through all the dancing and I think I actually messed up less through that
part.

   A scene change and some guy wearing a suit on his upper body and just
underwear from the waist down came out and did a speaking part.  Apparently
this man had no neck, whatever that means.

   Then I was back on stage with Brad.  We were sitting in a couple of
chairs like we were in a car.  Everyone in the audience was making swoosh
noises and waving their arms like windshield wipers.  Someone was shouting,
"Slut!  Asshole!" in time with the wipers.

   We got out of the car and using some newspaper handed me, went walking
through the rain.  It was time for watermelon cantaloupe again.  I had to
sing.  I had solo parts in this song and it was more difficult.  Also
during certain parts, everyone started lighting up cigarette lighters in
the audience.  All at once they came on, and shortly after, they went off
together...  Or most of them did.  There were a couple that kept burning
after but other audience members went after those people still holding up
their lighters until they turned them off.

   So we get to this big castle thing.  We ring the door bell.  I now
realize that castles don't have phones, asshole.  I heard it shouted at us
as if we were the perpetrators of the misjudgment.  Brad introduced me as
Janet Weisse.  Everyone hollered, "Slut!" I was not sure how I felt about
that.  One guy followed that up with, "Tight as a vise but twice as nice!"

   Every time anyone said my name on screen after that, "Slut!" was
hollered out.

   Inside the castle there was more dancing and singing.  Columbia came out
and was dancing around a bit and was actually a pretty good tap dancer. 
She was matching the Columbia on the screen step for step.

   Then Frankie showed up.  He had been missing since the beginning of the
movie but I had not noticed until now.  He had his own musical number came
out of one of the utility doors in the front of the theater wearing a black
robe and strutted out to the front of the stage.  Then he threw off the
robe and he was standing there some kind of drag outfit the likes I had
never seen.  It was all women's clothing, but did not look effeminate on
him.  He actually looked pretty hot.  He danced, strutted, and checked me
out in one part then went back out the door.  Everyone got up and clapped
and suddenly I found myself being undressed on stage in front of everyone.
I stuggled some with it, but Columbia say to lay off of it, it was part of
the show.  I was scared she was going to strip me of my panties again.  But
she got me down to panties and bra.  I noticed the Janet on the screen at
least had a slip, but I was just out there for all to see.

   Brad received the same treatment.  He was left standing there in tighty
whities.  At least I was not the only person getting exposed.

   We went into the utility door Frankie left through then turned around
and faced the audience for an elevator scene.  When we reached the top
floor, someone goosed me.  I jumped out the door and everyone followed me
on their cues.  At some point in time here I got the long sleeve white
shirt back.

   Frankie was robed again and this time in some green smock.  The scene
involved somehow bringing the monster, Rocky, to life.  This was played by
Jordan.  He sang and ran around in little bitty gold underwear like I had
seen on George's wall in his apartment.  It made for a stark contrast
against his dark skin.  The underwear also revealed how well endowed he
was. I do not know if what they say about black guys is true, but Jordan
was packing in those trunks.

   The scene ended with the monster jumping into Frankie's arms, an action
imitated by Frankie and Rocky on the stage.  It looked awkward, but they
did not fall over.  I was hustled into a different costume real quick and
thrown out onto the stage.  I still had the panties and bra, but I was
wearing a gauzy night dress.

   A sheer material was hung up in front of the stage and a blue back light
was turned on.  Frankie crawled onto the stage with me to where I had been
instructed to lie down.  He had just a black halter top on and black
panties.  His cock looked like it was going to bust out at any moment.  In
fact it did.  While he was kneeling between my legs, casting a shadow the
whole audience could see, he pulled out his cock.  It was beautiful.  He
had some tube of stuff and smeared some on his dick and I just sat and
watched in awe of the first cock I had gotten to see up close.  He reached
down and with a finger caught the crotch of my panties and there was a
faint ripping noise.  The bottoms had been held together with Velcro, my
pussy came out into his view.  Into the view of his cock.  It looked at my
pussy and I knew where it was going.  It was going inside of me.  I knew I
did not have any choice in the matter.  Even with all these people running
around in skimpy clothes, sex had been the last thing on my mind right now.
I did not suspect this.  I could not fight it though, I was stunned.

   Frankie pushed me back and with his dick all slick with lubricant, he
slid his cock home.  It burst through my virginity with a tang of pain and
he did not stop till his balls were laying against my ass.  Then he pulled
out some.  I felt completely and utterly full.  I glanced at the screen and
the Janet there was getting fucked as well, all behind the gauzy screen.

   Frankie pulled out and while it hurt some, it also felt really good.  He
shoved it back in till our pelvic bones met and then repeated the process.
The look on his face was one of bliss as he buried himself in me.  My loins
were boiling up too.  I suddenly realized I was not a virgin anymore and it
was George, or rather Frankie, who took it.  I was ecstatic and forgot all
about how it happened or the fact that we were on stage and the fact that
the two guys holding up the gauzy material were watching us over the
curtain.

   Then suddenly we were not behind the gauzy material any more.  They guys
dropped it and revealed Frankie rutting into me with ferocity.  The sudden
realization that everyone was watching me sent an unexpected thrill through
me.  I have always been shy about my body, but here I had no choice and
enjoyed it.  I enjoyed the cheers and leers I was getting.  I enjoyed
seeing the camera flashes.  I enjoyed his cock inside of me.

   I was built up by all this and heard myself start grunting and moaning
in time with Frankie's fucking.  My back was coming up off of the stage to
meet his body as it came down in an effort to get more of him inside of me.
I was at a precipice and felt my orgasm about to explode from me.  Frankie
suddenly shoved himself deep within me his cock started pulsing in my and I
felt a warm wetness inside of us.  He had just come inside of me.  That
finished me off and I started screaming my orgasm.

   When I finished, I could only hear the movie.  The audience was silent.
The silence was only for a moment though as the entire audience stood up
and started applauding and cheering.

   I felt flush.  Frankie pulled out of me with an audible pop as his half
hard dick vacated my fuck hole.  A moment later though, Rocky came onto the
stage.  He was naked and his cock was standing out from his body and was
pointing straight at me.  He did not use any lubrication as he crawled down
between my legs.  Mine and Frankie's lubrication was enough for him.  He
shoved his dick up into me.  I looked for a moment at the screen, and sure
enough, Janet was fucking the monster.  She really was a slut!

   Frankie pushed as far as he could into me and bottomed out.  His huge
cock was too long for my thirteen year old pussy.  He pulled back again
though and push hard and I felt a pop inside of me as his cock head nestled
into my womb.

   I exploded into one orgasm after another as he slammed his body into my
tiny pussy.  I know he came at least once, though it seemed like he may
have gone a couple of times.

   When he was done, he pulled out of my spent body and left me laying on
the stage, cum and blood oozing out of my well fucked hole.

   I guess I should feel bad that I lost my virginity to someone I hardly
know.  I should feel bad that I lost it in such a public way, or that I
lost it without having much say in the matter.  But somehow I don't feel
bad about it.  Now each week I go to the Rocky Horror Picture Show and hope
to repeat the scene.  Sometimes I get to, other nights, Frankie has some
other preteen on the stage and is reaming out her pussy.  I love to watch
them fuck and I love to have people watch me fuck.