Learning to Fly

It was nothing short of a miracle that I finished my degree in the normal four years. I struggled in every imaginable way. It was to the point that I didn’t even want sex, much less a relationship. When it was finally clear that I would graduate on time, the sense or relief was incredible. But how to celebrate? 

By myself in the arts building, where I spent most of my time studying, painting, and learning about music, I wandered through the halls past mostly dark rooms and studios. It was after nine at night. With no real plan, my path took me past the student art gallery, which was locked, and on to the performing arts auditorium, which to my surprise was not locked. I went inside the empty, nearly dark auditorium and walked toward the stage where a few lights were on backstage.

But after climbing the stairs up onto the stage, no one was there. I was still alone. This excited me for some reason. It seemed like a gift to be alone and free to explore.

Calling out to see if someone would appear, there was no reply. Only silence. It was both fear inducing and exhilarating. I looked around for something to do and I was drawn to the curtains. My eyes followed them up into the upper reaches where the stage lighting and catwalks were above the stage. There was nothing to stop me from going up, so I did.

Scaling the ladder toward the ceiling above the stage was really scary. It had to be over 50 feet up and I was clinging to the rungs of the ladder and moving up one rung at a time, very slowly, and getting quite warm from the physical exertion, but also from the excitement of thinking of what I could do next. 

Maybe I could strip and walk naked above the stage. That was it! I got to the top and immediately took of my top. I was so hot anyway and it felt so much warmer near the top of the auditorium. Looking down, I knew that even if someone came in, they wouldn’t see me from below, so next came the bra. Suddenly, the air felt cool on my bare skin, especially my boobs. My nipples were instantly hard.

At first, I carried my bra and top with me while walking as quietly as I could along the black metal catwalks, holding on to the handrail tightly with my free hand. Did I mention my fear of heights? The entire time climbing up was an exercise in overcoming my fear. But now I was becoming aroused. I felt a familiar tingly sensation running through me in addition to my racing heartbeat.

Ahead of me there was another ladder going up to the ceiling. I neatly placed the clothes in my hand on the walk by the base of the ladder and climbed higher, reaching a sort of hatch. It wasn’t locked and pushed open! I climbed up and onto the roof, which was thankfully flat. I crouched at first. A short wall circled the upper roof above the stage where I was now and I felt sure no one could see me as I stood topless in the dark a few yards in from the edge. All of the places that I knew so well sat below eerily lit by the streetlights.

The view was spellbinding and emboldening. I stood up straight, took a deep breath and took off the rest of my clothes, except the gravel of the roof was hard on my bare feet. I put my shoes back on and moved closer to the edge, standing naked above the street below. It felt so liberating. In that moment nothing else mattered.

I could feel the soft breeze between my legs and felt the cool wetness on my labia. I slid both hands downward, pressing into my moms and cradling the warmth between my legs. I thought of all the people I had known over the past four years, friends and crushes and the ones I would never know and started a slow rhythm of caresses over the outer lips of my pussy, relishing the feelings mixed with images of those I had been with and others I had desired deeply.

There was no holding back. I pushed two fingertips into my slippery soft folds and felt a pleasing fullness with my fingers inside of me. I pulled my fingers all the way back out and circled my clit with my wet fingertips. Cars passed on the street below and one parked in front of the student center about a block away. My fingers plunged back inside of me and I rocked my hips forward pushing into them and then back, keeping my fingers firmly in place as I rode them with faster thrusts, my gaze fixed on the parked car down the street. 

Two men got out of the car and then stood on the sidewalk talking, but they were too far away for me to hear them or see them clearly enough to tell if I knew them. More cars passed and another parked at the student center. A few people walked up on the sidewalk, so now there was a small gathering that felt to me like an audience as I performed on top of the arts building. 

My orgasm came on quickly. I remember panting and stifling moans, trying not to make too much noise. It was so sudden and gripped me, my whole body shaking with waves of pleasure as I stood naked on top of that building, totally losing control and my pee mixing with my juices and poring over my hand, down my legs and onto the roof. 

It occurred to me as I came that this was my own personal farewell to everyone and everything at the university. If felt so appropriate and I wasn’t ready to give up the moment, so I lingered there on the edge of that roof, high above the campus, naked and satisfied.