by Anita Knight
I think she’s an amazing actress. Though we’ve never been scene partners in all the classes we’ve shared, I adore her dedication and creativity. On stage, she’s powerful and commanding, and on screen, she’s delicate and nuanced, every single facial movement calculated, yet seemingly unscripted. I’ve been wanting to work with her for quite some time now, and not just because she’s talented.
Her bouncy blonde curls and those glasses she always wears when she’s not on set frequently occupy my daydreams. She’s different than most girls. I’ve never known or worked with someone as intense as her before. I mean yeah, this is a famous film program, but it’s not like we’re changing the world. Film is supposed to be fun. We’re telling stories and playing pretend. How much more fun can a job be?
But as I sit across from sweet Grace preparing herself to kiss me, I realize this is more fun than I’ve had on set in a long while. Not only do I get to kiss this beautiful girl, but I also get to be her first kiss. And I don’t take that lightly. I’m going to show her what a passionate kiss can do, especially in bringing her sexy character to life. Plus, it’s not like I haven’t imagined making out with Grace many times before.
She opens her eyes, and I can already sense a shift in her attitude. A hint of a smirk twists the corner of her mouth just slightly before she leans in for another kiss. She places a petite hand on my chin and runs her thumb over my slight stubble. I slip my tongue into her sweet mouth again, savoring her taste. She responds a bit hesitantly at first, but she quickly follows my lead, letting her tongue explore my mouth in a languorous, sensual fashion that has my ears tingling.
I run my hand down her neck, letting it rest on her collarbone. Her shoulders have fallen, and she’s leaning into our kiss with a bit more intensity now. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and runs her tongue over it. The sensation sends a shiver down my neck. Feeling her loosen up right here in my arms makes me feel like a goddamn king, like it’s me that unlocked something within her, allowed her to become this sexy, confident woman.
“I think you’ve got the hang of it,” I whisper.
She pulls away from me and purses her lips. “I’m not so sure. What do you think of this?” Grace plants another kiss on my lips, but this time it’s slow, confident, sensual. I lose myself in her soft lips playing with mine, her body moving with the rhythm of our mouths.
She leans forward until she has me pinned against the couch with her beautiful breasts pressed against my chest. She runs her hands through my hair and moves her body, so she’s straddling my hips. A tingling sensation spreads through me, turning my heart into a jackhammer. Shit, I hope she can’t feel it against her chest. Jesus, it’s like I’m the one who’s never been kissed before.
Grace pulls back to take a breath, and when I open my eyes, it takes a second for what I see to come into focus. The light shining down from the ceiling frames her in a silhouette. Her short curls form a halo around her head and her shoulder strap has fallen, revealing the soft skin of her bare shoulder and the sumptuous curves of her breast as they fall toward me, caught by her lacy black bra.
The wet dream worthy sight in front of me brings a raging hard-on to attention in my jeans.
Uh oh.
“Was that okay?” she asks. But the smile she flashes tells me Grace knows it was good. She felt it, too. Or maybe she felt my erection press against her stomach. Shit.
“Y-yeah, that’s good,” I stammer.
“Just good?” Her perfectly plucked eyebrows furrow together.
“Well, I just mean—”
“Are you saying I need more practice?” she smiles down at me. She’s beautiful. Sexy. It makes me dizzy with attraction.
“Yeah, you definitely need more practice.” I nod my head vehemently, and eagerly trace a line from her shoulder to her collar bone. She lets me feel down her lacy bra strap and over the edge of her push-up cup. As I brush the sensitive skin of her breast with my fingers, she breaks into goosebumps. It’s fun to physically see what I’m doing to her. Usually, it’s the guys who reveal so obviously our attraction. Like I am right now, pressed against that heated spot between her legs. I shift my hips slightly so that I’m pushing against her harder. Grace sucks in a sharp breath.
“Everything okay?” I ask. I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m turning her on and getting to watch as Grace explores her sexuality for the first time. This is the most erotic scene I’ve ever been in. Except this time, I’m not acting.
Grace nods with closed eyes. “Mmhmm,” she says, moving her hips against me ever so slightly, a flush look spreading on her cheeks. Her heartbeat can be seen in the delicate skin on her neck. I lean forward to kiss it, savoring the heat beneath my lips as I leave a trail of kisses down her body. Her chest is rising and falling quickly, her breathing growing more and more shallow the closer I get to her breast. I flick my tongue out against her erect nipple, licking the sensitive nub from the other side of the thin lacey fabric of her bra. Grace releases a soft moan that goes straight to my dick. She moves her hips against my hard-on once more, flashing images of where this could lead to behind my eyes.
“You know, we have to do more than kiss in this script,” I remind her.
“Show me what comes next,” she breathes. The sound of her coming undone is so fucking sexy, it puts me over the edge.
I grope her breast with one hand, garnering a cute little gasp from Grace, and run my other hand through her short curly hair. I gently pull her head to the side, revealing more of her beautiful neck. I lick her salty skin from her collarbone to the bottom of her ear. I am entirely overcome with a possessive feeling, a need to take all of her here and now.
Grace moans as I nibble her earlobe. I run my hands down her warm, petite arms, letting my fingers catch on her bra strap. I pull the strap down all the way, revealing a perfect pale breast, and she smiles down at me, eyes swirling with pleasure. I run my thumb over her dusty pink nipple. She sucks in a sharp breath at my touch. I do the same to her other breast, still surprised at what this visit to the women’s locker room has turned into. Throbbing lust aches in my dick at the sight of Grace biting her luscious lips.
She rolls her head back and arches her back toward me, thrusting her breasts closer. I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she gasps, moving her hips against my erection, an automatic response. Fuck, I’m about to come in my pants. She’s so fucking hot. I need to make this last longer.
I lower a hand between Grace’s legs and rub that special spot, carefully eyeing her expression. Her mouth opens in shock. She sits like that, breathless, taking in this new sensation, before she lowers her forehead to mine, eyes closed, and surrenders to the moment. I slip my hands into her wet panties, toying with her sensitive flesh, slick for me. I’ve done this to other girls before, but it feels like the first time with Grace. I fucking love how she’s letting me explore her. It’s like I’ve never touched a woman. At least, no woman has ever responded to my touch this way. Grace is already breathing heavily. She makes me feel powerful. I eye her carefully as I slowly slip a finger inside her.
She’s tight, warm, and so goddamn smooth. I move my finger a bit faster, rubbing her clit with my thumb. I love the soft moans she makes in response to my touch.
“That feels so good, Gavin,” Grace breathes. My name on her lips takes me by surprise.
“I thought you were pretending I’m Eric.”
She moves her hips against me. “You are, and you’re Gavin.” I think about that for a moment and realize she’s right. You never completely lose yourself in any role. To bring any character to life, you inevitably breathe a bit of your own life experience into it.
“Who are you right now?” I ask, watching her pleasureful expression turn to a smile as she answers me. She keeps her eyes closed.
“I’m… I’m…” I slow down my pace, and she bucks toward me. “I’m Gracie, but—” Grace grabs my hand and silently begs me to move faster. “Veronica likes it fast.”
Fuck, that’s
so hot. I realize she’s both Veronica and Grace, which makes this a sort of threesome, and the hottest kiss I’ve ever had.
“You’re so tight,” I whisper. Grace whimpers as I slip inside her again, this time with two fingers. She moans. “And, you’re so wet.”
“I want you, Gavin. I have for the longest time. I want you, and Veronica wants Eric.”
“You can have us both, baby.” I thrust my fingers into her aggressively, giving Veronica and Gracie what they want.
Grace tightens around my fingers and gasps, panting. “Kiss me again,” she whines.
I press my lips to hers, but she can barely focus on the kiss. She’s so distracted by my handiwork. Her lips brush mine once, twice, her eyes closed, lashes fluttering against my cheek as she breathes heavily, rocking against my hand. I can feel a cramp coming on, she’s working me so damn hard.
“Deeper,” she demands. Fuck, I can’t go any deeper with my hand.
“Just a sec,” I say, eager to move on to phase two. If Grace was impressed with my lips and fingers, she’s going to go crazy when she sees what I’ve got coming to her.
Chapter Three
Grace
Gavin slips his hand out of me, right when I told him to go deeper. I can’t help but smile, though, because this is so much more fun than I expected. Hell, this entire twist of events wasn’t at all what I expected when I ran to the locker room to escape my worries. All I needed was to let loose, to give Veronica the reigns. It’s like I had become so worried with my own personal stresses and emotions that I forgot why I love acting in the first place—exploring the other sides of me I never get to explore in real life. And what better way to kiss someone for the first time than as Veronica? Gavin is a genius.
I watch as he fumbles with the button on his jeans. I sit up to give him better access to his impressive erection, which felt so good pressed hard against that sensitive pressure point between my legs. For someone that’s never even kissed a guy before, I feel surprisingly in charge and confident. It’s like my body knows what to do, and I’m just enjoying the ride.
I lean back to watch with curious eyes as Gavin unsheathes his erection from his pants and grips it tight. He sits up, looks right into my eyes, and says, “Are you sure you want to take it this far?”
“Veronica knows what she’s doing in the script, which means I need to know how to pull it off.” I lean down to kiss him, now completely confident in my lip skills. It came to me so much faster than I expected, probably because it’s Gavin who’s on the other side of those lips. If my kiss was able to turn him on like this, to turn us both on, then I know it’ll be great on camera. The only thing left to nail down is my sex scene jitters. “Does Eric know what he’s doing?” I ask, the real meaning behind my words not lost on Gavin.
“Eric knows exactly what he’s doing with you, girl.”
I stifle an excited squeal.
He unclips my bra, throws it to the floor, pulls my tight dress up over my head, and drops it to the ground beside us. He grips my underwear and literally tears it right off of me, adding them to the pile. I gasp.
“Gavin!” I stage whisper. He just smirks that sexy half-grin of his, taking in my entirely naked form straddling him. I’m completely naked in front of my crush! I went from not knowing how to kiss to baring my entire self to Gavin, eager to learn what it feels like to have a man inside of me. Where has this day gone?!
Gavin pulls his wallet from his pants pocket and removes from it a condom wrapped in foil. He throws his wallet on top of my undies and places my hand on his hard length.
“Has Grace ever felt a man’s cock before?”
“No,” I say. Gavin feels velvety soft, yet stone hard at the same time. I run my fingers over his tip, feeling the salty bead of liquid at the top of his slit. He groans at my touch. I grip him tighter and watch a smile form on his face as I pump him up and down, exploring how he feels in my hand.
“You like how that feels?” Gavin asks.
“Do you?”
He smirks. “Yeah. It’d feel even better if you used your mouth.”
“My mouth?” I slow the pace of my hands, the image of my mouth wrapped around his thick cock slightly overwhelming.
“You want to try it?”
I’m sure Veronica knows how to give a guy a blow job. Sure, I think to myself. Why the hell not. It’s better to be prepared.
I nod my head and lower my face, taking in Gavin’s long shape before me. He lowers himself down onto the couch. I watch his expression as I lick him all around, exploring every angle with my tongue. He doesn’t taste bad at all. In fact, he tastes good. Gavin is enjoying this immensely, watching me with the biggest grin. I flash him one of a similar caliber back, overcome with a feeling of empowerment. And that’s when Veronica takes over.
I suck him into my mouth, a vacuum of moist warmth, and watch intently as he closes his eyes and goes real still, surrendering to the sensation of my tongue running around his tip as I suck him deeper into my mouth with each pump of my hand. His hips twitch, and his face contorts into an expression of suspension like he’s floating in a sensory deprivation tank, and all he can feel is my mouth on him. It makes me feel like the queen of blow jobs. Damn, I’m impressed with myself. High five to Veronica. And Grace.
I keep pumping him and sucking hard, leaving no air in my mouth. He lets out half-groans with each movement of mine. I moan against him, testing out what it feels like, and the vibrations against his cock send his stomach muscles into contraction. His eyes fly open, and he pulls me up and away from him with a POPing sound as the suction from my mouth breaks.
“All good?” I ask.
He’s breathing heavily, eyes wild, finding my smiling face in front of him. “Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.” I crawl back onto his lap and suck his lips into another kiss. He fumbles to put the condom on while I run my hands through his hair and pull him closer to me with a moan. Now that I know he’s lost in my sexy ways, and that I even have sexy ways, I’m going to have fun with this. I want to make Gavin go crazy. I want to let Veronica take complete control.
Chapter Four
Gavin
I can’t get the damn condom on fast enough. That was one hell of a blow job, and she’s fucking new at this. I never thought a virgin could be so sexy. It reminds me that I’m dealing with Veronica and Gracie here. The softness of her lips on mine, her sweet skin, and the delicate way in which she moves her body is definitely Gracie. But the way she claws at my back, pulling me into her with that sexy smirk, pressing her breasts against my chest, biting and sucking my lips—that’s Veronica. I grab Grace’s luscious ass and pull her forward, so my erection is pressing in between her legs. She moans against my mouth and moves her hips. I’m not even inside her yet, but the pressure is building for both of us.
My damn shirt and pants are still on, and she’s completely naked. But shit, there’s no time to get undressed. I’m going to come any second. I grab her hips, and Grace pulls away from me to watch as I place my tip against her incredibly hot center. We look into each other’s eyes, never breaking our gaze as I slowly push between her slick, wet folds.
Grace’s lips part and her eyes go in and out of focus as she is stolen by the sensation of my cock pulling her apart, pushing deep inside her. I’m only halfway there when her eyes roll back into her head, and she lets her head fall back. I kiss her neck, slowly rocking my hips against hers. She moans, so low, so seductive. I grab her breast, twisting her nipple between my fingers, and she lets out a surprised yip.
“You like doing that, huh?” she says.
“I like making you moan.”
“You like it when I make noise?”
I nod, pulling her into another kiss as I pinch her nipple tight. She lets out a moan, slowly rocking her hips against me. Fuck, my heart rate hikes. She knows what she’s doing to me. I let her take control, loving every moment as she moves her hips slightly faster, breathing shallower. She closes her eyes and presses my hand agai
nst her breast, silently telling me to grope her harder. She cries out Eric’s name. God, she’s so sexy.
“Say my name,” I breathe.
“Eric,” she moans.
“No, my name.”
She opens her eyes and smiles, revealing a sweetness that only Gracie could possess. She pulls me into another kiss, this time with her tongue. When she pulls back, she closes her eyes, puts her forehead to mine, and says, “God, you feel good, Gavin.”
My stomach flips at my name on her lips, like I’m thirteen again. We’re on a fucking love seat in a country club bathroom surrounded by wardrobe hangars, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
“Gavin,” she pants, saying my name over and over. She’s playing with her voice, seeing how she likes it as much as testing if I do. I fucking love it. Every time she says my name or moans in that sexy deep voice, I can’t help the animalistic grunts that escape my throat. She’s moving more erratically now, pulling me closer to her, running her hands all over me. Greedily pulling my hair, kissing and biting my neck. She’s practically yelling my name now.
“Don’t stop, Gavin,” she cries, panting as she rides me up and down. I reach a hand down and play with her clit, loving the sight of her entirely fucking losing it. She screams my name. Gavin.
I kiss her neck and lose myself in her moans of ecstasy as she rides me like a fucking cowgirl. This is a million times better than every daydream I’ve ever had of us. It feels incredible being inside her, watching her lose herself like this. I’m a fucking God.
Grace wraps her legs around me so tight I can barely breathe. And then her core pulses around me, milking me until we both come at the same time. We buck toward each other, breathing heavily, resting our foreheads against one another. She pulls back, hair wild, lipstick totally ruined, eyes alive and electrifying.
