Page 6 of Harper's Unexpected First Time

“Naughty ones,” I say. “The very best kind.”

We spend a few minutes bantering back and forth, exchanging sexy flirtations. It’s kind of nice being able to flirt with James without the fear of embarrassing myself. This is all in the script. Ihaveto say these things.

Pushing out my tits just a little more than necessary, I take another step towardshim. I’m close enough to touch him now. Time feels like it’s moving in slow motion as I get up on my tippy toes and kiss him.

He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me back. More enthusiastically than I expected, definitely using more tongue than the script calls for, which is none.

His body is warm against mine. I can feel his cock stiffening through his pants as he holds me close, still kissing me hungrily.

My pussy is literally dripping wet. If I’m not careful, it’s going to soak through my shorts. Maybe I should have taken James’s suggestion to ride that dildo more seriously. Because right now all I can think about is the deep ache inside of me, the need to be filled.

His tongue pushes deeper into my mouth and I moan softly, the sound rising from my throat before I can stop it. I feel his cock twitch against my stomach in response.

Then just as quickly as the kiss started, it’s over. He pushes me away and looks down at the floor.

“We can’t do this, Jenna,” he says. His voice is gruffer than usual. “It’s wrong. I’m your teacher, we can’t get involved.”

“Then why are you here?” I ask.

“You told me you needed help with your homework.”

I take a step closer to him and press my body to his. I feel obligated to block his erection from view of the cameras. The thing is massive, bulging out from his pants like a flag pole. The director definitely wouldn’t want it to be in the shot. James wasn’t supposed to pop a massive woody like this. And besides, I can’t resist rubbing against it. I love the way it feels.

“We both know that was a lie,” I say. “You wouldn’t come over to my house on a Friday night when my parents are away to help me with homework.” I pause so that my next line packs more of a punch. “You came here to fuck me, Mr. Parker.”

“I’ll admit the thought crossed my mind.”

I smile. “What are you waiting for then?”

“This doesn’t seem like a good idea, Jenna. I should go.”

He starts to back away from me, slowly moving towards the door. But his eyes stay glued to my tits the whole time.

I close the gap between us until he’s backed against the wall with nowhere to go.“Come on, Mr. Parker. Don’t make me beg.”

I run my hand over his crotch and wrap my fingers around the bulge of his cock. This is not in the script, but it seems like something Jenna would do. Not that that’s why I’m doing it. I just can’t help myself. I have to know what he feels like. And the fact that he warned me not to makes it all the more appealing.

It’s totally worth it because this is better than I ever could have imagined. He’s rock hard and still growing. Just touching him is making me warm all over. I can feel my skin flushing.

I hate that we’re surrounded by cameras though. I’m used to this, but tonight it feels strange. Intrusive. I wish I could have James all to myself right now.

From the corner of my eye, I can see the director instructing the cameramen to get only our upper bodies in the frame. So at least what I’m doing with my hand is just between us. Well, between me and James and the entire crew. But at least the public won’t get to see it.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone,” I whisper in James’s ear, giving his cock a gentle squeeze through his pants. “I want this just as badly as you.”

He swallows hard. His jaw is clenched and I can see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. Either James is a great actor showing that Mr. Parker’s resolve is wavering, or my improvisation is having a bigger impact than I anticipated. There’s a fire in his eyes that tells me he’s losing control. His cock is throbbing against the palm of my hand. There’s so much heat radiating from it that it almost burns.

No man has ever looked at me like this before. He doesn’t just want me, heneedsme.

“So what do you say?” I use my most seductive voice. It sounds foreign to me, I’ve never spoken to anyone this way before. “Would you like to see my bedroom?”

“Fuck, Jenna. Are you sure about this? You’re so young…”

I give his cock another squeeze and then pull my hand away. Turning my back to him, I head for the fake staircase on set. As I walk towards it, I take off my shirt and fling it over my shoulder at him.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life,” I tell him. “Now come fuck me, Mr. Parker.”

“Cut!” The director rushes onto the set. He’s grinning from ear to ear. “That was perfect. Exactly the sexual dynamic I wanted to see.”

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