Page 7 of Harper's Unexpected First Time

He leads us over to the other side of the set for our final scene. Jenna’s bedroom. It’s painted purple and looks a lot like my bedroom at home, which might be reassuring if the cameras weren’t already pointing at the bed.

“We’re going to pick up the scene with you two standing next to the bed,” the director says. “But now I want Mr. Parker to take the lead. He’s overcome with lust. Can’t control himself. Being in Jenna’s bedroom puts him past the point of no return.”

I nod, eager for the director to leave so that I can pick up where I left off with James. We’re supposed to make out a bit and then he’ll throw me down on the bed and fuck me. Not for real, of course, but I’ll take what I can get right now.

The director pulls James aside. He lowers his voice, but I can still hear him. “Do you need a minute to cool off before we resume filming?” I think he’s referring to the obvious erection still bulging out from James’s pants. It does look kind of obscene.

James reaches down to adjust himself. His cock is still just as stiff, but it’s less noticeable now. “No, I’m good. Let’s keep the momentum going.”

The director nods and gets out of our way. James walks back over to where I’m standing. Our eyes lock.

“And…action!” the director yells from off set.

I’m not ready for this. I thinkI’mthe one who needs to cool off right now. I feel like I might self–combust at any moment. My heart’s racing, my palms are sweaty, my skin is flushed a deep pink.

Oh, and my tits are hanging out. Not completely. My nipples aren’t showing or anything. But I look way bigger than usual in this bra and my cleavage is out of control.

I’m definitely not the only one to notice it either. Most of the people hanging around us—cameramen, the sound crew, the lighting technicians—are men. And they’re all staring at my chest.

So is James. But only for a second, because now that we’re filming again, he crashes his mouth against mine and reaches behind my back to unclasp my bra.

I kiss him back eagerly, letting my hands roam over his body. I don’t even care that I’m topless right now. Everything he’s doing feels so good, so fucking sexy, that I completely lose myself in the moment.

The kiss starts out soft and sensual, with his hands caressing my breasts and his tongue brushing against my lips, but things escalate quickly as James becomes moreaggressive. Soon our tongues are wrestling in my mouth like it’s an Olympic sport.

I unbutton his shirt, practically ripping it off of him as I go. Our bodies are pressed tightly together now, my bare breasts smashed against his chest. I can feel the heat radiating from his skin.

“You’re such a temptress,” he says, breaking off the kiss and pushing me backwards until I’m lying on the bed.

My head is spinning. I don’t remember my line. Why can’t we just make out some more?

James sits down on the bed and pulls me into his lap, my legs straddling his waist. He starts to kiss my neck, trailing his lips softly against my skin.

Meanwhile, his hard cock is rubbing against my pussy through my shorts. I get the feeling he’s doing it on purpose, slowly moving his hips up and down to stimulate me.

It’s definitely working. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“I want you inside of me,” I half–whisper, half–moan. This is not my line. The director will probably kill me for saying this, but right now it’s the truth.

And I’m sure Jenna would agree. She’s supposed to be a nymphomaniac who also happens to be a virgin. It’s part of the reason I took this role. I love the irony of it. Plus, I can identify with her. She may be inexperienced, but she knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to go for it.

Unfortunately that’s not something I can do in my real life. Displaying even the slightest hint of my sexuality gets me branded as a slut. So what James and I are doing now feels incredibly empowering to me. After repressing this part of myself for so long, it’s a relief to finally have the opportunity to act on my desires.

Even if it is fake.

“Not yet,” James says, tracing a finger around my nipple. “I want to explore the rest of your body first.”

I let out a soft moan as his mouth moves down to my breasts. His cock flexes between my legs as he adjusts my body on top of his. It sends a surge of excitement through me, makes me want to reach down and grab his cock, jerk him off until he comes all over me.

But the director would definitely kill me if I did that. James probably would too. Of course, he’d also enjoy it.

I shouldn’t even be having these thoughts. I’m too horny for my own good. Why does James have to be so hot? It’s hard to believe he’s old enough to be my father, though maybe that’s part of his appeal.

As James continues to tease me with his tongue, I have a brief moment of clarity. My next few lines of dialogue pop into my head, which is a relief because not only do I not want to blow this scene, but if I don’t keep myself busy I’m liable to do something stupid right now.

Like whipping out James’s cock right here in front of everyone and pumping it with a firm grip, exactly the way I imagine him liking it.

“I need to tell you something,” I say as he devours my breasts in his mouth, licking and sucking them. I’m pretty sure the script doesn’t call for this much sexual contact between us, but I’m not about to fight it. His mouth feels amazing on my nipples.

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