Page 1 of Harper's Unexpected First Time

Harper’s Unexpected First Time

When I walk into my trailer after a long afternoon on set, I just want to crash on the couch and nap until the director calls me back out for my next scene. Maybe review my lines first, not that I have many. Tonight we’re shooting the movie’s big sex scene.

But as I walk over to my desk to pick up the script, I find a surprise waiting for me.

A giant dildo.

It’s standing tall on top of my copy of the script, making it impossible to miss. I’m no expert when it comes to cocks, but this thing looks realistic. There’s a large vein running down the side and a well–defined mushroom head on top.

I can’t help but smile. This has to be James’s doing. We’ve been playing practical jokes on each other all week, most of them alluding to our upcoming sex scene together.

This morning I got in early and smeared my lips in the brightest red lipstick I could find. Then I snuck into James’s trailer and kissed the crisp white collar of the shirt laid out for him by the costume designer. He actually tried to wear it anyway, winked at me as he walked on set with the imprint of my lips peeking out from under his blazer. But as soon as the director noticed, he ordered one of his assistants to find a clean shirt for James to change into.

Too bad. I’d love it if that little prank had made it into the movie.

Picking up the dildo from my desk, I read the note tied around the base. It’s hand–written in big strokes of jet black ink.

Harper–

Thought you could use some inspiration for our big scene tonight. Don’t take it too literally though—this thing is only half my size.

Do yourself a favor and try it out. Think of it as a warm–up to get into character. You just might earn an Oscar if you show up looking flushed all over.

Of course, if you’d prefer a sneak preview of the real thing, you knowwhere to find me.

–Your Partner in Crime

P.S. Please don’t be offended if I pop a boner tonight. You’re a beautiful young woman. It’s only natural for me to get excited about being in bed with you.

At first I’m shocked. Is he flirting with me? Using adildo? The man’s twice my age! Sexy as hell, yes. Single, yes. A bona–fide movie–star, also yes.

But still. Even in the movie, our relationship is inappropriate. Forbidden. I’m playing a student and he’s my teacher.

One thing in the note really stands out to me though. I can’t get it out of my head. Is his cock really twice the size of this dildo? That seems impossible.

And yet…it makes me wonder.

I know I shouldn’t let myself go there, shouldn’t even be thinking about what James looks like naked. But I can’t help myself.

In just under an hour, we’re going to pretend to have sex with each other. On camera. With the crew watching. James has already warned me that once we get into the bed on set, the only thing he’ll be wearing is a modesty sock over his cock.

That makes me both excited and nervous at the same time. I’ve never filmed a sex scene before. I’m not entirely sure what to expect.

But I don’t think I’ll need to “warm up” with the dildo as his note suggests. I get aroused just being around James. Every time he touches me, I get tingly. And once we’re on set tonight, our nearly naked bodies pressing against each other, I have no doubt that my skin will develop a healthy glow.

Hopefully that’s all the cameras will pick up. Because under the covers, I’m pretty sure the rest of my body will have an even stronger reaction. I just hope my pussy doesn’t get so wet that James notices. The flimsy little stick–on underwear the costume designer instructed me to wear tonight aren’t going to go very far in hiding my excitement.

Hell, I’m already turned on just thinking about it. If James weren’t so much older than me—and so far out of my league—I might even allow myself to consider thepossibility of having sex with him for real.

But that’s exactly the kind of scandal I need to avoid right now. Besides, I’m only eighteen and far too inexperienced to please a man of his caliber. He probably fucks a different woman every night of the week. It’s best to avoid getting too attached.

I squeeze the dildo in my hand. It’s surprisingly dense. Is this what a real cock feels like? I’m embarrassed to say I’m not sure.

The only thing I’m sure of right now is that this dildo prank of his demands a strong response. Something overtly sexual, over–the–top.

I can’t let James have the last laugh, that’s not how I operate. We have less than an hour until our big scene. I need to come up with something to escalate things even further and put the ball back in his court before then.

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