‘Oh good!’ Emily said. ‘You managed to show their tongues the way I asked.’
‘I shot what you wrote, Emily, as much as possible.’
‘That deserves to be rewarded.’
‘Rewarded?’
She tugged the tab of his zipper down.
‘Oh – rewarded.’
‘Watch the movie,’ she told him.
‘You too.’
‘I don’t watch with my hands.’ The fingers of her right hand slipped into his fly. Her other hand worked on his belt buckle. ‘You know, Luke, watching my words come to life on the screen is a big turn-on for me.’
‘Me too. Knowing that this is all out of your imagination is like you’re fucking me with your head.’
‘Head? Did you say “head”?’
‘You know what I mean, but now that you mention it …’
‘That I can’t do and watch the screen at the same time. How about this?’ She pulled his fever-hot cock out of his jeans.
‘Take it slow, OK? I don’t want to …’
‘It’s called “premature ejaculation”.’
‘I know that, Em. It’s never been a problem of mine.’
‘True. But I feel like I could come any minute, too.’
The couple on the screen were still kissing passionately but now Tony was gently caressing that tantalising strip of bare skin between Aileen’s skirt and her shirt.
‘Tony knows to take his time,’ Emily observed.
‘Under my direction,’ Luke reminded her.
‘Of course, Lukey. And following my script.’
‘Of course.’
Tony’s finger hooked under Aileen’s waistband and stroked from side to side, each time pushing her skirt a little lower. She co-operated by sucking her tummy in. Without their lips parting, the on-screen lovers worked Aileen’s skirt down to her knees. She kicked it off. Tony’s hand hovered above the girl’s mound as if uncertain. As if making its mind up, it moved higher, to work on the buttons of her shirt. When it was parted and spread, he lifted his head. He asked, ‘Have you …? I mean, are you …?’
‘A virgin?’ Aileen asked. She tugged her tie from around her neck. ‘Have I …’ She paused as if searching for a word. Her ‘fucked anyone?’ was emphatic, daring him to object to her choice of words. ‘Yes, I have. Twice. Is that a problem?’
‘No, no, not at all. It’s just …’
‘You haven’t?’ Her voice almost squeaked.
He shook his head.
‘Oh!’ She pulled his face down to her chest. ‘You poor boy. I just assumed …’
They lay there for a long awkward moment.
‘If I don’t do it right …’ Tony started.
‘Don’t be silly. You’ll be great – and I’ll be fucking a virgin!’
‘Is that good?’
‘It’s … an honour, I think. I’ll be very proud to be your first.’
‘Really?’
‘You bet. Lift your head.’
He did so. Aileen unhooked her delicate little cotton bra from between her breasts and tugged it away. She cupped her breasts and offered them to him. ‘Start here, please, sweetheart. Drive me crazy.’
‘I’m not sure how.’
‘Just the thought is getting me hot, so I promise you’ll have no problems. You’re a great kisser. You’re young and good-looking and very sweet. You’re enough to get any girl steamed up.’
‘Really?’
‘Really.’
‘You’re so beautiful,’ he told her.
‘You like my tits?’
‘Love them.’
‘Make my nipples hard then.’
‘How – I mean, I know how. I’ve played with girls’ tits before but how exactly do you want me to do it?’
‘The dialogue is working well, don’t you think?’ Emily asked Luke.
‘That’s where we’ll score,’ Luke said. ‘Most pornos have lousy dialogue, if any. The way you’ve written this, these are real people, not just bodies. They’re learning about each other, exploring each other’s wants and needs. There’s an underlying tension that –’
Emily gave his shaft a long slow stroke that put an abrupt end to his diatribe. ‘Thank you, Mr Director. Would you pause the movie, please?’
‘Huh?’
Emily jumped up and returned with a couple of Cokes and a bowl of ice.
‘You want to last for the whole movie? No “premature ejaculation”?’
‘Yes, but …?’
Emily dipped her hand into ice water before taking hold of his cock again. ‘This should help.’
‘Brrr.’
‘No?’
‘Yes. Yes-yes, not yes-no.’
‘I think I see steam rising.’
Luke looked down at himself.
‘Joking, silly!’ Emily planted a big kiss on his lips.
He hit ‘play’.
On screen, Aileen told Tony, ‘I guess it isn’t fair for boys, is it? We girls expect you to know how we like to be touched but we don’t even tell you if you’re doing good or bad. You’re supposed to guess. Sit up.’ She followed to an upright position and tugged his shirt off over his head before pushing him down again, this time with her leaning over him. ‘This is what I like. Not all girls are the same.’
She wet a fingertip and smoothed it over the tip of his nipple. ‘How’s that feel?’
Tony shrugged. ‘Nothing, really. I guess boys’ nipples are different from girls’.’
‘Shame. You miss a lot then. OK, just take this as a demonstration.’ She continued making little circles over his nipple as she leaned her head down towards his. ‘But don’t forget the kissing.’ Her tongue slipped into his mouth. Between sucking his tongue and exploring his mouth she showed him how to finger her nipples, gently and with wet fingertips, brushing, rolling, building up to demanding little pinches. Tony reciprocated, copying her actions. Aileen began to arch and writhe above him.
‘That’s so good,’ she panted into his mouth. ‘Now use your mouth, please. Lick? Suck? Nibble?’
Tony acted the eager pupil well, though Emily was sure that the enthusiasm he showed was genuine. Judging by her own reactions to the script she’d written, her idea of a slightly more experienced girl teaching a virgin boy how to screw was working.
Aileen said, ‘Suck hard, very hard. My nip is excited now so you won’t hurt it unless you bite it, but don’t, OK?’
‘OK.’ Tony sucked, drawing a nipple and half a breast into his mouth.
‘Yes!’ Aileen said. ‘Look at it. See what you’ve done to me?’
The boy inspected Aileen’s angrily engorged spike. ‘It didn’t hurt?’
‘Only in a good way. Take your jeans off now, please. And your underwear. I want your cock out where I can see it.’
‘Right now, if you touch it, it’ll explode.’
‘No it won’t, but I don’t need to touch it yet anyway. I want to see what you caressing me does to it. A cock can’t pay a fake compliment. Your cock will tell me exactly how much you like me.’
Tony stood up and stripped bare. ‘But pussies can lie?’
‘Some, but when they get wet inside, that’s pretty sincere.’
He joined her on the bed. ‘Is yours wet inside?’
‘Very. Wet, hot and needy.’
Tony groaned with lust.
‘You’ve touched a girl inside before, with your fingers?’
He nodded.
‘But not with your cock?’
He shook his head.
‘You will today, I promise. Be patient and I’ll make it all worthwhile.’
He mumbled something incoherent.
Aileen giggled. ‘I love making you ache for it.’
‘Bitch!’
‘Yeah! Suffer, lover!’ She pushed him flat and leaned over him to look down on his crotch. ‘From the look of that handsome cock, you must really like me, a lot.’
‘I do!’ he moaned. ‘Honest, I do.’
‘Enough to be ve
ry patient?’
‘I am being patient, aren’t I?’
Aileen blew gently on the wet head of his cock. He jerked, halfway sitting up before subsiding with yet another tormented groan.
‘We’ve got two whole days,’ she promised, and lay back. ‘Look at what I’m doing.’
He sat up.
Aileen traced the crease in her panties’ ‘camel toe’ with a pointed nail. ‘See the little bump at the top?’
‘Your clit, right?’
‘Good boy. Now watch.’ Her nail scratched through the cotton, very lightly, at the head of her clit. ‘This feels good,’ she told him. ‘Kiss me some more and suck on my nipples, but at the same time, scratch me like I’m doing. Pretty soon, I won’t be able to bear it any more, and then – well, you’ll see what happens then.’
Tony’s lips travelled from Aileen’s mouth, to nipple, to nipple, gradually becoming more confident and masterful. The muscles in Aileen’s flat tummy clenched and relaxed, slowly but becoming faster. Her legs stretched out off the end of the bed, toes pointed. She began to pant.
Tony kept tantalising her body with obvious relish.
In her living room, Emily dipped her hand back into the ice water and took a fresh grip on Luke’s shaft.
Luke asked, ‘Is that how you’d like me to do you, Em?’
‘You do me just fine, but yes, being driven crazy is always nice for me. Isn’t it for you?’ She gave him a slow stroke.
He sucked air. ‘The longer, the better.’
On screen, Aileen was twitching. The long muscles in her slender thighs began to quiver. When Tony nibbled on her nipples, she bit her lower lip. Her head tossed from side to side, whipping the bed with her bunches. Her legs bent and drew up until her bottom came off the bed. Her eyes opened in a blind stare. ‘Fuck!’ burst from her lips. ‘You fucking bastard! You’ve. Made. Me. Come!’
Tony’s face fell.
Aileen rolled into a ball and rocked. The boy looked as if he didn’t know what to do, whether to feel proud or guilty.
Aileen sat up and pushed Tony onto his back. ‘Don’t worry.’ She was panting. ‘I don’t just come once. That was a warm-up.’ She skinned out of her panties and tossed them aside. ‘You want to fuck me now?’
He nodded, speechless.
She threw a leg across his body. Glaring down at him, she told him, ‘Well, you aren’t going to. You know why?’
His ‘No,’ was pathetic.
‘Because I am going to fuck you!’
Aileen hitched up, took Tony’s cock in her hand and came down on it, hard and fast. ‘Lie still!’ she ordered.
He nodded.
Aileen bucked and ground, leaned forwards and back, rocked and jerked, making it very obvious that she was seeking her own pleasure, not his. ‘Don’t come,’ she ordered. ‘You can twist my nipples, but don’t come.’
Her fists pounded the bed to either side of Tony’s head. ‘I’m crazy for your cock,’ she told him. ‘I want you to come in my mouth. Can you hold it till then?’
He nodded, though he looked unsure.
‘Hold my shoulders and pull me down!’
He obeyed. She ground down harder and tighter, face distorted with lust.
‘Is that your direction?’ Emily asked Luke. ‘If so, you’re good, and she’s an excellent actress.’
‘Some of each, I think. That was the first time I saw Aileen fuck, remember. I’ve got no other occasions to compare it to.’
‘She seems to enjoy the work.’
‘I think that knowing she was actually starring in a movie helped.’
‘A natural,’ Emily agreed. ‘Terrific close-ups too, Luke.’
On the screen, Aileen screamed out another orgasm and seemed to shrink into herself for a second before she recovered and dismounted Tony’s straining erection.
‘Good cock,’ she praised. ‘Come now. Give me all your nice hot cream.’
Her mouth covered Tony’s cock. Aileen’s cheeks hollowed.
Tony burst out, ‘I can’t hold back any longer!’
Aileen nodded. Her lips slid from his base off the tip of his cock. She gave his shaft little licks as she reassured him. ‘That’s OK. We’ve got an entire weekend. There’s lots of time and lots of things for us to try – everything either of us wants.’ Her head lowered as she took all of him in her mouth; her lips dragged along the thin, tight skin as she pulled back. Her hand rubbed the dome of Tony’s cock on the flat of her tongue.
‘You didn’t forget the “money shot” then,’ Emily said.
‘No way.’
Tony climaxed, one thick jet directly into Aileen’s mouth, three lesser ones onto her tongue.
She swallowed most of it, but allowed a little to dribble down her chin. ‘Was that good for you?’ Aileen asked Tony.
‘Wow!’
‘While we take a break, you can think about all the nasty things you’d like to do to me,’ Aileen said.
‘And then?’
‘And then we’ll do them.’ She turned to face the camera and gave it a big wink.
‘What was that last bit?’ Emily asked Luke.
‘Even before it was edited, I was sure we had something hot going on so I added that wink as a way to promise the audience that there’d be more. What do you think?’
‘I like it. We’ll shoot a trilogy with just those two, on the same set. I’ll move out if I have to. Tony and Aileen have chemistry.’
‘The catalyst was your script, Emily.’
‘Thanks. You’re right. I could write another for those two, easy as anything. I’m starting to get ideas right now.’ Her grip on his shaft tightened.
‘What ideas?’
‘How about I show you instead of tell you. That’s what the movies are all about, right?’
‘Right. Want me to get the camera? You know, just for us. Not to sell.’
‘Of course not.’ Emily meant that but at the same time Aileen had set the bar very high. Emily couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be able to turn in a sexier performance. She could certainly try.
Chapter Nine
‘Quiet on the set!’
Even though they’d shot for most of the day and taken only a fifteen-minute break, the words were music to Luke’s ears.
‘NAIL Productions Limited,’ yelled Jillian. ‘Sweet Cheeks, Scene Two, Take One!’ She snapped the clapperboard.
‘Rolling,’ said Jimmy, the director of photography. The camera was focused on the closed door to Emily’s bedroom.
Luke paused for a moment. Jillian had done an amazing job of transforming Emily’s living room into the main room of a bridal suite. A wine bucket with crushed ice nestling a sparkling water-filled Dom Perignon bottle sat on the pink satin tablecloth that covered Em’s thrift-store kitchen table. The love seat was covered with a soft ‘suede’ throw. Two champagne flutes (one on its side) and a large, torn banner that proclaimed ‘HAPPY HONEYMOON’ pretty much set the scene. The wedding dress, which Gary had only gotten half-off Kara before fucking her on the floor (a difficult scene that had taken much more time than Luke had anticipated but which he’d filmed with so many close-ups it was a wonder the money shot hadn’t hit the camera lens) lay in a crinolined heap of fluff and sequins in front of the love seat. It’d been worth the time, but it meant there’d been literally no rehearsal time for Scene Two and he hoped to get the rest of the piece in the can without a lot of reshoots.
Reshoots. He wondered how many Gary had in him. So far, the guy seemed to be up to the job of fucking his exotic and gorgeous girlfriend twenty-four-seven.
Luke had agreed with Emily and taken a gamble, having Gary chase his almost naked ‘bride’ into the bedroom at the end of the first scene. They hoped it would pique the interest of the viewer. What the hell is going on in the bedroom that we don’t get to see? What kind of porn is this? Now it was time to reward that audience for its nanosecond of faith with a scorching finale.
Marion, his first assistant director, caught his eye.
She gave him an imperceptible nod of encouragement.
‘Action!’ yelled Luke.
The bedroom door burst open and Kara charged into the room, wearing the white satin bustière that laced up the back and white stay-ups (one with a ladder she’d complained of in Scene One) and stilettos she’d had on at the end of the scene. Her chest and face were freshly fucked pink in a pleasant contrast to virginal white. Her breasts bounced in their twin satin cradles and her dark, hard nipples played peek-a-boo with the viewer as she raced around the room.
‘No!’ she screamed.
Gary charged after her, buck-naked. He was hirsute (albeit with a clean-shaven face); from chest to ankles he was dark with black hair. His pubes and underarms were thick with it. He carried a bottle of lube and, as he pursued his prey, he pumped some into his other hand and fisted it onto his rigid cock.
Luke flashed Marion a peace sign. She was already positioned beside the second cameraman and now she tapped his shoulder.
While Jimmy, the operator of camera one as well as D.P., continued to shoot the full scene, Paul’s camera two followed the cock’s progress, zoomed in at the prearranged mark just as Gary’s cock paused, then panned slowly back to resume its pursuit of the bride.
This was their first two-camera shoot and everyone was pretty pumped up about it. Luke wanted Gary’s hard-on, as it zeroed in on Kara like a heat-seeking missile, shot up close and real personal. It seemed he was getting what he wanted.
‘You promised, Mrs Bottomsby.’
‘I’m not ready,’ pleaded Kara. She collapsed in the middle of her oh-so-recently abandoned wedding gown. ‘I’m too scared.’
‘I’ll make you ready, baby, don’t worry. And don’t be scared. You’re gonna love this.’
Gary pounced on Kara. He kissed her long and hard.
She visibly relaxed. ‘I love you, Mr Bottomsby.’
‘I love you, too,’ he said. ‘Now assume the position!’
Kara burst into tears. She grasped the head of the hidden zipper in the front of her bustière and in a moment the lingerie was unzipped and discarded, the lacing up the back as tight as ever.
The crew looked as one to their leader. Even Marion, who’d performed the unsung, essential duties of First A.D. with such finesse Luke had begun to wonder how he’d ever directed without her, goggled at him.
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