Debutante (6 page)

‘I want you to be his first assistant director.' She avoided Marion's eyes and pretended she didn't hear the curvaceous girl's surprised gasp. At the moment, whatever past Marion and Luke did or did not have was of no interest. Emily was damn sure Marion was her best choice for the job.

‘Jillian, get his key to my place. I'll be out by six a.m. so you can start dressing the set any time after that. I'm writing an exam on Thursday and then working the dinner shift so I won't be sticking my producer-face in on the shoot, much as I might like to. Got that?'

Jillian nodded.

Emily flipped her laptop open and inserted Marion's disc. She looked up and feigned surprise that the two women were still there. ‘So? Any questions?'

They shook their heads.

‘Scram. I've got a script to write.'

‘Yes, ma'am,' squeaked Jillian.

They fled the library.

Emily flashed her fellow Business students a brilliant smile. As they bent their heads to their studies, she heard one woman grumble about ‘the nerve of some people'.

Oh, baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Emily opened Movie Magic and set her fingers to the keys.

Six days later, Luke brought a disc with their finished product on it to Emily's apartment. Knotted inside with fearful anticipation, Emily sat on her couch and told Luke, ‘Do it!'

His trembling fingers fed the disc to her DVD player. ‘Here's what we did with your script, Em. I hope you like it.'

The name of the short film,
Young Love
, appeared on the screen, followed by the plain name – they didn't have a logo yet – of their almost born company.

A
NAKED AND IN LOVE
PRODUCTION

Emily clutched at Luke's thigh. He covered her hand with his own. On the screen …

Aileen, dressed in loafers, thin OTK white socks, a short pleated skirt, white shirt and striped tie, hair in bunches, entered her bedroom, followed by Tony in jeans and a tight white T-shirt. Aileen had turned out to be a whiz with make-up. Somehow, she'd made him look even younger than he usually did. They let book bags thump to the floor.

‘You sure my coming over is OK with your folks?' he asked.

‘I told you, baby, they're away for the weekend, so we can “study” as late as we like, right?' She threw herself backwards onto the bed. The motion flipped her short skirt high enough to expose a plump triangle nestled in her plain white cotton panties.

‘It took four takes to get her skirt to fall that way,' Luke told Emily.

‘Was it worth it?'

‘Tony says there are lots of guys into “up-skirt”. See the way the cotton moulds into the crease of her pubes? That's called a “camel toe”, also very popular.'

‘So who “moulded” it?'

‘Not me, honest. She did it herself.'

‘Maybe I better come to the next shoot, just to keep an eye on you.'

‘You'd be welcome, really, but you know you can trust me, Em.'

Emily grinned. ‘I know, and you don't want your executive producer watching over your shoulder. No directors do.'

Luke nibbled her ear. ‘They would if the producer was you.'

‘Sssh.'

On the screen, Tony was sitting next to Aileen and leaning over her. Her shirt had pulled out of the waistband of her skirt, exposing a thin strip of tummy. He bent lower, lips pursed as if to kiss the tantalising ribbon of skin, but pulled back as if uncertain.

‘Is it OK if I kiss you?' he asked Aileen.

‘You've kissed me before.'

‘I know, but …'

She pulled his face to hers and brushed her lips over his.

‘Oh, sweetheart,' he moaned. ‘I do love you.'

She answered by parting her lips and running her tongue across his.

‘Did I write him as being a bit too slow, do you think?' Emily asked.

‘Guys like to be seduced.'

‘I never had to seduce you,' Emily said.

‘With us it was mutual.'

Emily moved her hand from his thigh to his crotch. ‘Mutual is good.'

The couple in the video were kissing passionately by then but their lips weren't pressed together so that the viewer could see their tongues writhe together.

‘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 very 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.