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Something Extra

By: Knickers



Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now.

More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I urge readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in this way.

This work is © 2010 the author. Permission is granted to freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way. It may not be posted to any website or included in any archive without the author's permission.

All characters are fictitious. The situations are made-up. This is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real persons, events & institutions is pure coincidence. 

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Emma tried not to feel too self-conscious as she lounged by the pool wearing a tiny, bright red string bikini. After all, she wasn't supposed to be the centre of attention.

The beautiful, sandy-haired young woman adjusted her bikini top. As her agent had advised, she'd deliberately chosen a suit as small as possible. Emma's natural, D-cup boobs spilled out of the sides of the top, and the bottoms had an unfortunate tendency to disappear into her ass crack. In short, quite a bit of her shapely 22-year old body was on display.

As the sun beat down, Emma wished they'd hurry up and get on with it. She'd been sitting out by the pool for over an hour, and while most people would think that lounging around was a good job, the truth was that Emma wasn't getting paid a hell of a lot of money. She was just a background extra, a tasty bit of eye candy to drape over the back of the set, another pair of tits for the viewer to ogle.

They were shooting at a villa in West Hollywood. Emma, had only been in LA for just over a year and had never been to a house as beautiful as this before. They were making some B-movie, the kind that played late night on cable. Emma wasn't in a position to be picky about what extra parts her agent could get her. And these kind of movies did pay a little bit more, but that was only because more would be expected of her.

The story was a crime thriller. The villa was supposed to belong to some drug lord, while Emma was one of the many beautiful young women who hung out around his swimming pool. The "drug lord", an overweight ex-TV star, sat a few feet from Emma blocking out a dialogue scene with the leading actress, Monique Parent.

From behind her sunglasses, Emma glanced around at her fellow extras. There were three Mexican guys, who were supposed to be bodyguards, standing around clutching fake plastic Uzis and looking very bored. And there were six other girls, all of them dressed in bikinis. Across from her sat an icy blonde, tall and slim, dressed in a gold swimsuit so tight it could've been painted on. Definitely a professional model, with a body like that, Emma mused with no small degree of envy. Whoever she was, she ignored the newcomer. Emma then cast her gaze upon the red-head next to her. She too was tall, slender and graceful. Must be a real red-head, thought Emma, as her skin was a delicious pale shade. Her breasts were smaller than Emma's, but her body didn't have an ounce of fat, and, like Emma, most of it was exposed by a very thin black microbikini.

Emma allowed her eyes to wander over the woman's sexy body. They roved up her flat, toned stomach, across her tight, perky boobs, and up her graceful neck until they fell upon her face.

Her eyes locked with Emma's. She smiled warmly. Emma blushed and quickly turned away, embarrassed that she had been caught admiring another girl's body.

The director seemed pleased with the block-through and the 1st AD called for a take. The entire set seemed to tense up and prepare for action. First though, there was a little matter of the extras' costumes.

"Alright girls," yelled the 1st AD, "tops off, please!"

With experienced precision, the gorgeous young extras divested themselves of their bikini tops. Emma gave a slight nervous sigh, but knew what was expected of her. She pictured her character, this nameless and unknown woman, who would only be known to her audience as that hot chick in the back of shot with the great rack. Emma reached behind her neck and untied her bikini top. What was her story? Why was she here, spending her days sunning herself in the backyard of this criminal's mansion? Emma yanked her bikini top off, baring her impressive boobs to the warm air.

Her chest had always been her best asset. Emma had blossomed at a young age, and quickly learnt that when she hit the beach, a flock of grinning boys were sure to follow. And so, as she moved to Hollywood to pursue a writing career, Emma had come under pressure to bare her breasts. At first she'd resisted, turned down any offers to pose nude, or take any roles that required nudity. But it had all come down to nudity, and finally Emma had caved, and, with some trepidation, she'd resigned herself to the inevitable and agreed to appear as an extra in a B-movie, sunbathing topless in the background.

And now here she was, on display, her boobs hanging out for all to see. The crew pretty much ignored her. They were probably used to this, B-movies must be wall-to-wall tits. The other girls adopted bored expressions and stared into space, adopting languid poses that pushed their breasts out. Were they acting bored or really just bored? The male extras, they at least had the decency to sneak glances at the topless babes, although Emma had the nagging feeling that it wasn't her they were looking at.

So, for thirty minutes, Emma sat around half-naked, her perfect, natural breasts gently bobbing as she shifted her position, but careful (for the sake of continuity) not to change her posture too much. It was odd, the girls were all posing like they wanted to be looked at, but being just background extras they weren't supposed to detract from the stars. While the cameras rolled this, and other thoughts, ruminated through Emma's pretty head.

Again, Emma dared to peek over at the statuesque red-head. She, too, seemed to be lost in thought. Emma glanced down at her bare chest and saw the most astonishing pair of thick, pointy nipples she'd ever seen, and nearly burst into giggles wondering what she might be thinking about to have created that effect.

Eventually, they cut. Emma moved to put her bikini top back on, but when she saw none of her fellow extras attempting to get dressed, she decided to remain topless. The 1st AD approached them, and Emma quickly learnt why.

"We're going to get some cut-aways of you girls," he explained. "So please remain topless and sitting in place."

Emma sighed, and leaned backwards on the concrete step of the swimming pool, her breasts lolling across her chest. The director and his stars disappeared inside the house, while the camera repositioned and picked up some single shots of the extras.

The 1st AD was directing the extras, although mostly he was just telling them to lean back, run their hand through their head, and show off their boobs more. They worked their way through the line-up of girls, finally making their way to Emma.

She positioned herself, brushing her hair off her face. Ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille, Emma thought to herself. But the 1st AD had other ideas. He smiled, staring down at Emma's magnificent bosom.

"Let's trying something different," the man mused. "What's your name honey?"

"Emma," she replied, with just a hint of trepidation.

He turned to the red-head. "And you?"

"Kat," the woman replied. Just one word, but to Emma her voice was like liquid honey, dripping and sensual. She glanced over at Emma and smiled.

"Alright girls, we're going get you, Kat, applying a little sunscreen to Emma here."

The girls positioned themselves, Kat opening wide her long, lean pale legs and Emma (trying to hide her nervousness) sat between them facing the opposite direction.

Someone handed Kat a bottle of sunscreen. Emma felt her muscles tense. She tried to shrug off the embarrassment, and hoped to hell she wasn't blushing. Kat scooted herself forwards, so that her crotch was now pressed against Emma's ass.

The camera rolled. Kat deposited a blob of cream onto her hands, and slowly began to rub them together. Then, she gently placed her palms onto Emma's smooth back.

Emma closed her eyes, tilted her head back, let out a slight moan. She tried to imagine the moment; her character, receiving a sensual massage from this other woman. Kat's hands ran down her spine, her fingers pressing into her flesh. The red-head worked her slippery hands over Emma's bare skin, pressing, smoothing, squeezing the young woman's tender flesh. Another moan escaped Emma's mouth, and she pressed her lower teeth into her lip to prevent another following it.

It was clear that was not Kat's first girl-girl backrub. She leaned in close to Emma, her hot breath caressing the nape of her neck, her lips close to Emma's skin. Emma writhed in sensual delight. Without realising it, her nipples became hard, pointing out erect for everyone (except Emma) to see.

Kat shifted her body. Her hands moved from Emma's back up to her shoulders. Emma gasped as she felt what could only be those spectacular nipples she'd admired before "accidentally" brush against her back.

"Great! Cut it!" cried the 1st AD. Emma opener her eyes and blinked at the sunlight, she'd almost forgotten they had an audience. And he had certainly enjoyed the show, judging by the bulge in his pants. "Fantastic, that's a wrap for lunch."

Emma disentangled herself from Kat's legs and stood up, still tingling with the excitement of their close physical contact. She glanced around for her bikini top, only to see Kat holding it out to her.

"Here you go," the red-head said in a friendly voice.

"Thanks," Emma replied, taking it from her.

"Was that your first time?" Kat asked.

"Excuse me?" Emma gasped in astonishment at the forward question. Kat laughed.

"Topless on camera I mean."

Emma blushed. "Yes," she replied. "I don't do too many of these kinds of movies."

Kat placed her hands on her hips and tossed back her fiery locks. "You get used to it," she smirked. Again, Emma allowed herself the luxury of admiring Kat's body, envious of her lithe sexuality. While Emma re-tied her bikini top, Kat didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry to cover her tits. "You shouldn't be too shy about taking your clothes off on camera. The money's good, and these movies are great fun. Even for us extras."

They went into the house, where catering had set up lunch for everyone. Emma and Kat chose to sit together, still in their bikinis, each enjoying a sandwich.

Afterwards, the 1st AD and the director approached the pair, each sporting a very wide grin.

"That massage footage we shot of you is absolutely smoking! Really, really hot."

"Why, thank-you," Kat graciously accepted their compliment.

"We think you two are dynamite together. Over lunch we had another idea for a set-up. Now, we have to be outta here by 6 pm, but we have just enough time to rig and shoot this."

Emma raised her eyebrows at what they could possibly have in mind. The two newly-acquainted women exchanged glances.

"Just what are you proposing?" Kat asked, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

"It's hot and it's steamy: the two of you together, in the shower. The water streaming down your naked bodies. Lathering each other up."

Emma gasped, but Kat was more composed.

"Are we talking full nudity?"

"The pair of you in all your naked glory."

Kat thought about it for a moment, while Emma could do was gape in astonishment. "Triple scale for an extra four hours."

Now it was the director and the 1st AD who exchanged anxious glances. This was a two-hour set-up: they'd be essentially paying the girls premium for two free hours. But they'd seen the sensual rub-down footage, and knew that Emma and Kat together, naked, in a shower would provide a few minutes extra that could make their crummy movie unforgettable.

"OK," the 1st AD agreed. "Let's rig!" He wrapped the rest of the cast (they were all bored anyway), and the crew disappeared upstairs to set up, leaving Emma and Kat alone.

"I hope I didn't push you into this," Kat seemed a little apologetic.

"No, no," Emma tried to hide her nervousness. "I could use the money." Well, at least that part was true. While butterflies tickled in her tummy, she tried to prepare for her "big scene".

A wardrobe girl appeared and handed them a couple of towels. "Could you lose the bikinis please?" she asked.

Kat stood up and without a hint of embarrassment snapped off her bikini top, draping it over the back of a chair. Then she undid the snap on her bikini bottom, peeling it away to reveal her perfectly smooth, shaved pussy. Emma couldn't help but fix her gaze upon her crotch, gazing upon Kat's bare slit.

Kat laughed. "I don't think they'll let you do the shower scene wearing that bathing suit." She stood beside her new friend, hands on hips, without the slightest hint of modesty, or even caring that Emma was staring at her pussy. It was as if she stripped down naked in front of strangers all the time. "Here, I'll give you a hand."

Before Emma knew it, Kat was untying her bikini top. She opened her mouth to complain, but the once again she felt the heavenly sensation of Kat's fingers slide across her skin. And then her top was off as well, her tits once more uncovered.

"Now the bottoms."

Emma stood up, somewhat resolved to at least do that herself, but Kat had other ideas. Her hands wandered across Emma's hips and she tugged the slip of clothing down. Emma blushed as Kat quickly reduced her to a similar state of nudity.

Kat picked up a towel and totally surprised Emma with what she did next. Instead of covering herself up, Kat draped the towel around Emma's nude body and tucked it in just over her bosom. "There you go, all decent. For now." She smiled, patting Emma's bare shoulder.

Then, without an sense of haste, Kat picked up the towel. Rather than folding it around her own body, though, she wrapped it around her waist and tucked it in, leaving her bare from the waist up and keeping her perky breasts on show.

"Now you need to relax," Kat instructed. She guided her over to a divan. "You need to be totally comfortable with yourself before doing any nude scene."

She gently pushed Emma down onto the couch, and assumed the same position they had before, with Kat sitting behind and Emma between her legs, only this time they were completely alone.

Again Kat's hands were sliding sensuously across her shoulders, Emma melting under her tender ministrations. "Uh," she sighed, "you sure do love giving back-rubs, don't you?"

"And you sure do love to receive them," Kat purred gently in her ear.

With that they lapsed into silence, the only communication between them being Kat's massage, with the occasional groan of delight from Emma. For the younger woman, it was a heavenly moment.

"Sorry to interrupt you," smirked the 1st AD, "but we're ready for you on set."

Reluctantly, Emma disengaged herself from Kat's embrace, and the couple followed him upstairs and onto the set.

The mansion was equipped with quite a large, spacious bathroom. The floor was marble granite, the walls tiled with an emerald and azure pattern. The shower itself was a large glass cubicle set against the far wall. A stream of hot water sizzled out of the showerhead, and a slight cloud of steam hovered in the air.

It was just as well it had been designed to be so opulently roomy, because with the entire crew of the director, 1st AD, camera man, camera assist, sound operator, boom operator, and DOP, not to mention lights, the camera, and finally Emma and Kat, the bathroom was pretty cramped.

"Drop the towels and take your marks, girls, we need to do final lighting checks."

Trying to forget she was pressed into a small space with a group of fully dressed men, Emma unwrapped her towel from her body, while Kat unravelled hers with a casual sweep of her arm then tossed it into the corner.

Squeezing past the DOP (a large, hairy truck-driver of a man who was more interested in the "blondes" and "red-heads" atop the lighting stands), Emma made her way past the crew, slid open the shower door and stepped inside, followed closely by her equally-naked co-star.

The hot water splashed against her bare skin, and Emma let out an involuntary squeal. Kat chucked. She placed her hands on Emma's hips and manoeuvred her under the hot cascade of water.

The 1st AD told them to hold a pose while the DOP checked the lighting. Kat seemed to interpret this to mean that she should wrap her arms around Emma and hold her tight. Emma was blushing lobster-pink now, and it wasn't just because of the water temperature. It was Kat's open fondling of Emma's nude body that was causing the bathroom to steam up. But the sensation was not entirely unpleasant, and Emma smiled as Kat cuddled her close.

The DOP made some grumbling noises, poked a few of the lights with a stick, jabbed at some barndoors, thwacked a flag, and at last proclaimed himself satisfied. Now it was time for Emma to finally shoot her first nude scene.

The director told the two girls to get themselves well and truly wet, and they obeyed, each of them stepping under the showerhead, making their naked bodies slick and glistening. Emma's long, brunette locks became plastered down the back of her neck, while Kat's short red hair spiked up into tuffs.

Next, the girls were instructed to take a bar of soap and start lathering each other up. Kat set to work on Emma's back, picking up where she had left off with the massage, only this time they were both nude. Kat's hands ran freely over Emma's naked body, sliding down her wet back and across the delicious roundness of her bare butt.

Emma gasped in surprise, but Kat wasn't finished with her. She positioned her co-star so that she was leaning forward with her palms against the shower wall, with her backside sticking out, like Emma was about to be frisked. And "frisked" she was, by Kat, who rubbed the bar of soap over Emma's willing body.

After a few soapy swirls, Kat seemed to grow tired of Emma's back, and began to switch her attention to the only part of her body she hadn't yet groped - her front.

Kat pushed her crotch against Emma's butt, and reached around her ardent co-star to gently cup Emma's heaving wet bosom.

By now, Emma was out of her mind with lust, moaning and groaning as Kat's fingers worked their magic. But the red-head was ever mindful of why they were there, and as Emma writhed in ecstasy, Kat gently positioned her nude co-star so she was visible to the camera. Then she squeezed, gently squeezed Emma's large, soapy tits, tugging on her engorged nipples with her thumb and forefinger, all the while nuzzling Emma's neck.

Then they switched around, Emma barely aware of their audience as she took the soap from Kat and returned the favor. Emma wrapped herself around Kat's tall, slim frame, her hands slithering up across her muscular abs, and over her small breasts to those amazing nipples that she had been fantasizing about all day. Between her fingers, they were two over-large pink nubs of wanton flesh, bloated with the lust flowing through the two hot young women. Emma's fingers worked Kat's nipples mercilessly, tugging, squeezing, yanking them so that they grew even harder.

Now it was Kat's turn to mewl in sexual delight. Emma was a quick study, and her fascination with Kat's small breasts and large nipples had the red-head bucking her hips as Emma pushed her palms into Kat's boobs.

Once again, it fell to Kat to remember why they were here in the first place. It had been Emma's turn in the limelight before and now hers, as she turned her body to present her shaved pussy toward the camera. At the same time, Emma forced her crotch into Kat's backside, grinding her hips, pushing Kat up against the glass shower door. The crew were treated to the arresting sight of Kat's naked, soapy body squeezed up against the glass, with Emma behind her sucking excitedly on Kat's earlobe.


Something Extra...



I'm a middle-aged businessman who sometimes has to visit London on business from my home in the north of England. I'm happily married with two teenage daughters and I normally behave myself when I'm away, but there was this one night at a hotel at Heathrow Airport...

I was sitting in the bar sipping a scotch, and there was a hen night going on, all these scantily clad young girls running around, bare legs, skirts up to their bums. Some of them were gorgeous, but not much older than my girls, and I felt like a dirty old man as I sat there ogling them. If I'd been in central London I'd probably have gone out and searched out a hooker to relieve my twitching cock for me, but Heathrow's in the middle of nowhere and doesn't offer the same opportunities.

I was just about to head off to my room, to put myself out of my misery, when I realised that I was maybe wrong about the lack of opportunity. I noticed a Latin woman sitting across the bar -- she couldn't have been there long otherwise I'd certainly have noticed her before. She was gazing over at me with an amused smile on her face, and I realised with embarrassment that she'd probably been watching me staring at the young girls. When she realised she'd caught my eye, her smile broadened and with a slight flick of her head she invited me to join her.

I knew from the moment I set eyes on her that she was a working girl: her look screamed it, though in a classy way, not a tarty one. As I strolled over I glanced her up and down. I guessed she was probably in her early thirties; she had lots of jet black hair, falling in loose curls to her shoulders; a pale complexion, with thin, plucked eyebrows, big dark eyes with long lashes, high cheekbones, a slightly overlong nose, big, pouting lips and a dimpled chin -- I would have described her as striking or attractive rather than pretty. Her dress, which reached to just above her knees, was black flecked with silver, low cut enough to reveal a decent cleavage, and sleeveless -- she had broad shoulders and her arms were very pale, and well defined with noticeable biceps, suggesting she worked out regularly. Her long, shapely legs were clad in sheer black stockings and the look was finished off with shiny leather shoes with perhaps a 4-inch heel.

I sat beside her on a plush velveteen bench and introduced myself (just my first name, naturally), and she replied, "Hello baby, I'm Francesca". She had a sexy throaty voice with what I guessed was an Italian accent. I waved a waiter over and ordered another round of drinks -- she was on white wine spritzers -- then she launched straight into her pitch. "I've seen you looking at those silly little girls. I think a man like you would feel better with a more mature lady...one with lots of experience, and something a little extra for you."

In hindsight, I admit I was naïve -- the deep, sultry voice, that reference to something extra -- but at that point my brain had left my head and was rapidly making its way south! I slipped my arm around her waist and she scooched along to press her hip to mine, her arm in return circling my shoulders. I leaned my head close and murmured, "And how much will it cost me to feel better?"

Francesca responded by emitting a low throaty chuckle and dropping her free hand into my lap, her long slim fingers pressing gently against my fast-stiffening cock. Her lips brushing my ear, she whispered, "I like a man who gets right into it. You wanna get right into it with me darling? Well, a nice massage and however else we decide to enjoy ourselves is one-fifty".

I told her I only had £100 in my wallet. I knew that because I'd restocked it from one of the hotel's cash dispensers just before entering the bar. I expected her to ask me to toddle off back to one of the machines to get the rest of her fee but, to my surprise, after a moment of hesitation, she smiled and said, "Okay" -- presumably a case of a bird in the hand. Then she took me by the hand and drew me to my feet. As we moved from behind the table the waiter arrived with our drinks, and we agreed to take them up to my room. In the lift Francesca continued to hold my hand, our fingers interlocked, her thumb tracing patterns in my palm, sending shivers up my arm. She would have been as tall as me, five-feet-eleven, barefoot; in her high heels she seemed to tower over me.

Once inside my room Francesca took my whisky from my hand and placed it alongside hers on a side table. Then she leaned into me and pushed me against the door, her whole body pressed against mine, her tongue mashing deep into my mouth. Taken by surprise, I reached my arms around her and took two handfuls of her dress. Without breaking the kiss Francesca shrugged her shoulders and the dress slipped down to her waist, revealing her large boobs. They were enhanced, which isn't my favourite, but that had gorgeous big nipples and I squeezed my hands between us, kneading her tits and tweaking the nips between my fingers. At the same time Francesca had been unbuttoning my dress shirt, and her fingernails traced across my hairy chest, she in turn tweaking my nipples. Then her hands dropped to my waist and I felt her unbuckle my belt.

I assumed we would move to the bed at that point but Francesca simply broke the kiss and slipped down my body, her lips trailing across my chest and belly. In a single movement she dragged my trousers and pants down to my ankles then her mouth closed over my rampant cock. Gasping with pleasure I wrapped my fingers in her luxuriant hair. With a moan of arousal she reached her arms around me and clutched a buttock in each hand. I knew I couldn't last long, and in seconds I gasped "I'm cumming". Far from pulling away it seemed Francesca sucked and licked at me all the harder, and as I shot my load into her throat she jerked two fingers hard up my arse. The effect was electric: I groaned and thrust at her face, ejaculating even harder.

As I finished I slumped back against the door, eyes closed, gasping for breath. I felt Francesca rise, and a moment later her arms circled my neck. She kissed me again, smearing my jizz across my tongue. Then, with a chuckle, she whispered, "Okay sweetie, now you're relaxed we move to the massage. Take your clothes off and lie on the bed while I get ready." With that she took a sip of her spritzer then strolled into the bathroom. Her dress had slipped off entirely and my eyes alighted on her jiggling bum, clad in only the narrowest of thing panties. I drained my whisky and, on slightly shaky legs, hobbled by my trousers, I shuffled over to the bed and undressed, then lay on my belly in eager anticipation.

A minute or so later Francesca returned and, lightly running her fingertips across my shoulders, she murmured, "Okay darling, you ready?" Moments later she straddled the small of my back. I was momentarily aware that something didn't feel quite right, but then she began massaging my neck and shoulders. Her hands were soft but she applied firm pressure, and I could feel my skin and muscles beginning to warm as she kneaded them.

After a few minutes Francesca moved further down my body, and that was when I began to realise the misunderstanding under which I was labouring. Something long, hard and warm was nestling between my buttocks. Either this lady was wearing a strap-on dildo or...then she began to stroke my back not only with her hands but also with her nipples and her tongue. I moaned with pleasure and momentarily forgot what I had just been thinking. Next she knelt between my legs and began to knead my buttocks. After a couple of minutes she changed her approach: one hand cupped my balls, two fingers stretching up to caress my shaft, while the other hand passed deep between my buttocks in a series of sweeps, creating surprisingly erotic sensations. She briefly massaged my legs and heels then slapped me lightly on the bum and giggled, "Okay baby, time to turn over." 

I rolled onto my back, in a moment Francesca straddled my chest...and suddenly my misunderstanding was staring m in the face. As Francesca grinned down at me a big, meaty, hairless cock rose up before my eyes, 'her' balls resting on my throat. My shock must have been clear on my face, but she shuffle forwards and used a hand to angle the tip of her dick to my lips, then whispered, "Come on honey, suck me then fuck me."

I'd never thought in my life about having sex with a man before, and now I was laying there stiff hot cock pushing between my lips and pressing up against my teeth. Francesca reached behind her and tickled her finger tips up my cock -- that made me gasp and, snatching her opportunity, she twitched her his forwards and thrust her dick into my mouth. Almost instinctively my lips closed around it and my tongue traced its length. Francesca sighed appreciatively and started to see-saw back and forth, fucking my mouth. In spite of the reservations I'd felt, within a few seconds I started to get a feel for it and I began sucking her dick in earnest, my tongue massaging it and swirling around it. The feeling in my mouth, apart from its rubbery tip, was of a steel bar clad in heated velvet. As she fucked me I could feel Francesca's balls gently slapping against my chin. I gripped one of her buttocks between each of my hands and kneaded them, my fingers slipping into the crevice of her arse. 

After maybe two minutes she pulled out and shuffled her bum down to my midriff, then finished herself off with her hand, shooting her load onto my chest. Amazingly, until that moment I hadn't even considered the possibility that she might cum in my mouth. I lay back on the bed, panting, while Francesca massaged her sticky juices into my chest hair. Rather surprisingly, sucking another cock had had a remarkable effect on my own, which was ramrod stiff. Francesca produced a condom from somewhere and applied it to me, then stood above me on the bed and swivelled, dropping back down with her back to me. I assumed she'd let me fuck her doggy style, but she surprised me again. Kneeling either side of my hips she manoeuvred my cock to the edge of her hole then sank down on me, riding me reverse cowgirl style. She bucked up and down, driving me deep into her, her head swinging wildly, gasping loudly with each thrust. I held on as long as I could but after no more than a minute I exploded into the condom, my hips rising to meet Francesca as she descended onto me. She made two or three more thrusts then lifted herself off me and collapsed onto the bed alongside me, her chest heaving as she gulped down breaths.

We lay kissing and cuddling for a few minutes, our tongues unselfconsciously wrestling together and our prices happily rubbing together, then I lay back and watched Francesca as she dressed. Just before she left she kissed me on the nose and, with a smile, whispered "Next time darling, I get to fuck you."

I slept deeply that night. The following morning I did feel a little embarrassed, and I told myself it was an aberration that would never happen again. Three weeks later, back in my home town, I made a date with a local T-girl, a very pretty petite lady, maybe 23 or 24, with a cute Scots accent and strawberry blonde hair. We 69'd -- her cock felt tiny in my mouth compared to Francesca's -- and I fucked her while she lay on her back, her hands holding up her thighs, her dick and balls bobbing between us. I'm sure back in London next week, and I've booked a five-hour dinner date with Francesca. My cock twitches in anticipation every time I recall what she said would happen next time we met.



Something Extra This Way Comes



My name is Steve Larsen and for as long as I can remember, I’ve loved Laura Martin. Since grade school she has lived 3 doors down from me. We shared our first kiss when she was 8 and I was 9 and we’ve had our ups and downs over the years, but we’ve shared a unique friendship. We would compete for grades, while all the time helping each another study. Laura was beautiful, bright, and had a sparkling sense of humor. I could trust her with any secret and in times of trouble, there was no one that I could count on like Laura. 

It was in our teen years that the problems began. Laura matured to adulthood, with sandy blonde hair, blue gray eyes, standing 5’8” on a very slim frame. People sometimes thought that we were brother and sister, as I am a slim 5’11” with similar coloring. I can’t really say when we started dating as we were always doing things together anyway, but it was a stormy process for us. We were emotionally intimate in that we knew one another’s secret ambitions, fears, and weaknesses, but it was ironic that we never moved very far along physically. 

Up until my 3rd year of college, when I transferred out of state to complete my engineering degree, I had never done more than kiss Laura and touch her breasts. At first I thought that she was being a tease, but later there were many steamy nights at the drive-in theater when I was certain that she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. I am a little ashamed to admit that I really pressured her for sex on a few occasions and even threatened to break up with her. Laura was always her own girl, and my pushing never paid off. However, a few times she let things go a little farther than intended, so with a trembling hand she would unzip my pants and gently stroke my aching erection to a rapid but incredible orgasm. Of course this happened only on those occasions when it was her idea, and it was always a complete surprise to me. I came to the conclusion that she was just a little bit old fashioned in her attitudes and was waiting until she was married to have sex.

For the two years that I was away at school, I had a number of girlfriends and shared a lot of sex, but I never felt a special attachment to anyone. Don’t get me wrong, I could get used to getting laid regularly, but I never met anyone I could get serious about. It was fun but there was no one that I wanted to build a life with. Last month I returned home after graduating with the idea of kicking back at Mom and Dad’s for a few months before the job search got serious. Well OK, maybe I also wanted to give Laura and I one last shot. She was never very far from my thoughts.

I was pleased to discover that Laura hadn’t been dating seriously and we easily fell back into our old relationship. God I missed Laura, but she was once again driving me crazy. It was wonderful to talk with her for hours on end or share a movie, but I knew that we couldn’t go on like this forever. It was time for action. 

I asked Laura if she would like to go to Benson Lake for a picnic. We have a private spot there that we have shared from time to time. We arrived about noon and hiked the 2 miles in with a picnic basket, an armful of blankets, and a small cooler. We spread our blankets in a tiny grass clearing and I sat down beside her. Laura smiled at me and her hair looked radiant in the sunshine. I don’t think I had ever loved her more than at that very moment. 

“I’ve got something I want to tell you,” I said. “I’ve learned something while I was away at college.” 

“I hope it had something to do with being an engineer”, she giggled.

“More important than that. I learned that I couldn’t be without you.”

“You’re sweet,” she said as I slipped my hand under her hair at the back of her head and pulled her close. She tilted her head back for a kiss, but I grazed my lips along her cheek and moved my lips to her ear. Her hair smelled of apples and sunshine. 

“Will you marry me, Laura,” I asked, as I reached into my pocket? She pulled back her head and looked at me like a deer staring into the headlights as I opened the box with the diamond solitaire. I showed her the ring and she turned ashen gray and tears welled up. 

“It’s beautiful,” she said as she lowered her gaze and refused to look me in the eye. 

“Uh oh,” I said. “This wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for.” Long moments passed before she spoke.

She looked up into my eyes as a large tear rolled down her cheek. “There’s something I haven’t told you. You see, I don’t think that I can have children,” she choked.

I thought for another long moment and said, “Well, I guess I’d always thought of myself being a dad someday. Do you suppose we could adopt?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s what I’d want too,” she said as she fell silent again.

“So are we OK”, I asked as I tilted her head up to look in her eyes?

The tears started flowing in earnest now and she rolled onto her side in fetal position as sobs racked her slender frame. Laura wasn’t one to cry over nothing. She was so visibly upset, I was certain that something was seriously wrong.

“What’s wrong honey? What is it?”

“Oh, Steve. I’ve been thinking about this day forever. Oh God, I’m going to lose you now.”

“What do you mean, ‘lose me’? I love you, honey. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m so sorry, I know it was wrong to keep it from you, but I didn’t want to drive you away. I’ve been so selfish, but I just couldn’t help it”

“You can tell me anything, honey. I know you, and you couldn’t have done anything bad enough to make me stop loving you.”

After a few minutes she calmed down enough to speak. “I haven’t done anything. It’s just that I have to tell you something.” She took a deep breath and continued, “I was born with a birth defect. Oh Jesus, she sobbed ” 

I hugged her close to me. My mind was racing as I tried to imagine what could be causing her such distress. “Go on honey, I love you. It’s going to be Okay.” 

“It’s just that I was….Oh, Christ….I was born with…..well, the doctors call it ‘ambiguous genitalia’. I’ve got this thing down there that looks like a little penis where my clit should be….I mean it’s huge,” she sobbed. “I had testicles, but they never descended, so they stayed inside. When I was little, the doctor and my parents decided it was best to remove the testicles so that I wouldn’t have competing hormones. I was supposed to have cosmetic surgery when I was about 12 to try to fix things, but my parents were afraid to do anything in case it didn’t go well, so nothing ever happened. We never talk about it at my house. I’ve never really talked about it with anyone.”

I flopped down on my back and covered my eyes with my hands.

“I’m so sorry Steve. I didn’t mean to hurt you. We can go now, just please promise not to tell anyone.”

“You don’t understand,” I said, “I thought for a minute there was something life threatening or terminal. I thought it was something we couldn’t get past.” 

Things were beginning to make sense now, the way she avoided intimacy, how she dressed conservatively in loose skirts rather than tight slacks. She never went swimming, didn’t like to dance too close, why she’d never let me past 2nd base.

“I wish you had told me along time ago. It must have been a hell of a burden on you to keep this secret. How about from now on, no more secrets between us?”

“Okay, Steve,” she replied. “Would you just hold me for a while?”

“Sure,” I said as we snuggled together in the warm sun. “You really should have told me, you know.”

“I know.”

After relaxing for about 20 minutes, I whispered in Laura’s ear, “So you never gave me an answer. Will you marry me?”

“Not yet,” she said. “To be fair to you, I think we should make love first. I know you mean well, Steve, but let’s be sure about this. It may not be like you think. How can you be sure that you really want this?”

She reached up and undid the top button of my shirt. I started on her blouse and soon I was seeing the tops of her milky white breasts above her simple cotton bra. I slowly pulled a strap down her shoulder exposing a puffy pink nipple. I grazed it with my thumb a couple of times as it grew and stiffened. She sat up to allow me access to the clasp at her back.

“If I’d known, I’d have worn something sexier,” she breathed.

“I like simple. I think it suits you better.”

I slid her bra off, exposing her firm, B-size breasts, running my tongue around a growing nipple. I slowly slid my hand down her flat abdomen under the waist of her shorts, when her hand grasped my wrist. 

“Could we do this my way this time,” she asked?

“Of course, honey, whatever you want.”

We brushed lips and I kissed her deeply. Our tongues danced and her breathing deepened as she undid the button on my shorts and slid my zipper down. She reached into my briefs and gently grasped my burning erection. 

“You nasty boy, you’re always ready,” she teased as she turned to undo her own shorts. She pulled a blanket over us and reached down to slide her shorts over her ankles while I did the same. We slid together and locked in a tight embrace and I cupped her lovely white ass as I ran my fingers up and down her crack. A fingertip slipped in and out of her slippery blonde slit. Her lubrication flowed and I could feel the urgency in her kisses as she rolled onto her back. She grasped my member and guided the head to her soaking entrance. 

“Please,” she said. “Be careful, please.”

“I will Honey.”

I slowly eased the head of my cock into her virgin channel. It was tighter and hotter than anything I had ever felt. When I was half way in, I gently rocked back and forth, barely moving in and out. Her hips slowly started to match my rhythm as I lowered myself closer and closer to Laura until I felt her nipples on my chest. Her breathing became ragged in my ear and I could feel her oversized clit rubbing back and forth on my abdomen. I increased the depth of my strokes as Laura increased the pace with her hips, urging me onward. Her slippery clit rubbed against my belly as I slammed the full length of my cock into her eager pussy. She thrust her hips to match each stroke. Laura’s eyes widened and locked onto mine as her mouth made the shape of an “O”. It had been so long since I had been with a woman; I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I thrust my last few strokes, pumping months of pent up sperm into her convulsing canal. Laura’s knees pulled back into her armpits and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I continued plunging faster and deeper. Her body spasmed and a pink flush spread over her chest as thick, gooey spurts of cum pulsed from her little penis, coating both of our bellies. As our thrusting slowly coasted to a stop, I looked at her as a tear coasted down her cheek into her ear. She avoided my eyes as I asked her what was the matter. She turned away and refused to look at me.

“I’ve made a big icky mess. I tried so hard not to cum. I just wanted to feel like a normal woman for you instead of some kind of freak. I just couldn’t help it.”

“This isn’t any problem, it happens to me all the time,” I said as I grabbed my briefs and started mopping up. I finally got a look at her genitals, which looked absolutely normal, except for her “clit”, which looked like an uncircumcised penis about the size of your thumb. I lowered my head to her lap and licked her juices from the shaft and head and under her foreskin. I took her fully in my mouth, gently sucking and tonguing. I felt her start to grow and heard her suck in her breath as I worked my mouth up and down over her little shaft. She grew very hard to about 4-1/2” long as I bobbed my head and slid 2 fingers into her sopping pussy. Soon, her knees pulled back and her hips gained a life of their own. She fucked my face and I plunged my fingers into her G-spot, over and over. She grasped my hair as she humped her cum into my mouth. She held my head in place as she went super sensitive and couldn’t stand any more stimulation. It was an odd sensation as I swallowed her salty, stringy cum. 

Laura was quiet for a long time afterward.

“Okay, no more secrets Laura, remember? What are you thinking?”

“Well, I’m not feeling very ladylike, but I’m glad I didn’t disgust you and that you didn’t run away and leave me in the woods. I’m also thinking that it felt really, really good,” she said with a little smile. 

“I think you’re incredibly feminine and I love that I can please you so easily. I’ve never made a girl cum twice in ten minutes before, especially the first time we ever made love. I don’t think sex will ever be a problem for us.”

“Maybe we could get married then,” Laura smiled. 

I slid the ring onto her finger and she beamed. She flashed her hand around, admiring the stone from all angles. “It’s beautiful, Steve, but you shouldn’t have. It must have cost a fortune.”

“If you’re still wearing it when we’re old and gray, it will have been a great deal.”

“I will be,” she said.

Laura arched her back and stretched like a cat in the warmth of the afternoon sun. 

“I’ve never really sunbathed before, especially nude,” Laura remarked. “I’ve never wanted anyone see me before.”

“I know what you mean,” I responded.

“What, are you the shy type all of a sudden,” she teased?

“Not exactly, it’s just that you and I kind of have the opposite problem. You see, I’m smaller than average down there. It’s kind of short and really skinny. I’ve always felt self conscious about it.”

“It doesn’t seem to be an issue for us, though,” she chided as she teased my prick with her fingertips, causing it to stir and twitch. “I can fix that anyway. Look, It’s growing,” she giggled as she slowly stroked the shaft. She leaned down to kiss me, her hair making a canopy around our faces. Although my cock was very slim and only about 5” inches long, it still ached with desire.

Laura slid down my body and wrapped her fist tightly around my shaft and slowly pumped. She licked a drop of pre-cum off the head of my penis and tasted it. After a moment’s evaluation, she started pumping again and slipped her lovely mouth around the purple head. She slowly increased the pace, her hot, slippery mouth bobbing up and down with her fist, applying exquisite suction. She looked up at me questioningly as she sucked me faster and faster. 

“Oh Honey, I’m so close.” I couldn’t help but thrust a little with my hips. She tightened her grip and sucked me even harder. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Oh Baby, here it comes,” I warned her. She released her hand and buried her nose into my abdomen as my cock bounced off the back of her throat in thrust after thrust.

“I’m cumming….cumming….cumming,” I panted as volleys of thick white cream spurted down the back of her throat. I felt her throat spasm in waves as she gulped my cum. I slowed my thrusts and started to ease out of her mouth, feeling super sensitive.

“That was fantastic,” I said, feeling lightheaded. Laura gently vacuumed every last drop from my softening penis.

“Was I OK? I just tried to copy what you did to me.”

I reached my hand to her cheek and wiped a bit of cum from the corner of her mouth with my thumb. “Oh Sweetie, it was perfect, just perfect.” 

“I’ll be right back,” she said as she arose and walked a few feet to the base of a tree. She stood before it with her feed spread and from my vantage point I could see the furry blonde lips of her pussy gaping and glistening from the slick juices of our lovemaking. A stream of urine ran down the trunk and pooled between her feet as she emptied her bladder. I didn’t know exactly what I was getting into, but I knew I liked it. 

That evening we went over to Laura’s house, as her parents were away for the weekend. We spent the night kissing and cuddling on the couch, watching movies and feeding one another snacks. We made slow, gentle love on the couch and went upstairs to sleep in her bed. 

In the morning I slowly drifted from sleep to a pleasant semi-consciousness. I was lying on my side with Laura’s arm draped across my midsection. I could smell her scent in the pillow and my penis ached with a morning erection. I felt Laura’s hand slowly slide down to my abdomen, stroking my belly and pubic hair, brushing against my straining cock. She gently wrapped her hand around it and very slowly started stroking me. As she slightly increased the pace, her body rocked against mine and I could feel her little shaft nudge my cheeks apart. All of a sudden it dawned on me, she was seducing me! 

Her strokes lengthened on my cock and her hips began a gentle thrusting rhythm. Her growing organ became slippery with pre-cum as it now slid easily back and forth between my cheeks. My anus pulsed in time with her varying thrusts as she worked to gain entrance. As her fist flew up and down my length I wanted to cum so badly, but I wanted to reward Laura’s initiative. Her hot breath on the back of my neck was quick and ragged; I knew that she was close. We both were. 

I pulled her hand off my organ and rolled to my stomach and tilted my hips slightly in the air. In an instant her entire length was in me to the hilt, sliding in and out. I adjusted the angle of my pelvis for maximum penetration and rocked back to meet each incoming push. Laura grunted with every thrust as she slammed her pubes into my ass. Faster and faster she went until I felt a tension building from deep within. The mother of all spasms started deep in my bowels in massive waves until my anus and cock were pulsing in time. Thick, sticky ropes of cum coursed out of me onto the linen as I felt Laura stiffen slightly.

“Oh….Ahh….Ahh…..Ohhh….Ohhhh….Ohhhhhhhh,” she groaned as thrust her cum deep into me. I could feel her hard, little prick slicken and twitch with her orgasm as my shrinking penis slid back and forth in a pool of spunk.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” she cooed.

“Why, honey”

“Sometimes I wake up so hard in the morning, I just have to take care of it. I should have taken care of you too,” she replied as she reached to stroke me.

“Yuck!” she giggled as she encountered my slippery organ and the lake of cum. “I guess you’re OK after all.”

“Mmmm, I’m a lot better than OK.”

She disengaged with a little plop as I removed my tee shirt and mopped up our mess. 

“I’d jump in the shower, but I can’t bear to leave you right now,” I said.

She had a pensive look on her face as she rolled away from me and looked out the window at the morning sky as it lightened. 

“If someone throws me a bridal shower, I hope I get plenty of sheets,” she said, sleepily.  

#

The sun was higher in the sky when I awoke for the second time. Laura was sleeping on her tummy with such a peaceful expression on her face. I had to smile at the way she was breathing so deeply with a gentle little snore. I hated to wake her, but if we were to get anything accomplished, it was time to get moving. I put my arm around her and nuzzled her neck just below her ear, but she barely stirred. 

I rolled on top of her and whispered in her ear, “Wake up sleeping beauty.” 

My morning cock rested between her tight little cheeks. Damn, I should have gotten up earlier for a pee, but what the hell, this was feeling pretty good. I rocked slightly back and forth, but instead of slipping down into her slit, my prick slid up past her little button. Her hips responded as I rocked back and forth across her hole. 

I grasped the shaft of my cock and directed it into her bottom and as it met resistance, Laura said, “No. Get off me, please! Now!” 

I rolled off her in surprise, worried that I had hurt her. She bounded off the bed and ran out of the room and down the hall. 

“Are you OK Honey,” I called? 

Then I heard pee hitting the toilet and the sounds of her rifling around in a cabinet. I laughed to myself as I imagined my girl standing to pee. The urine stream went on nearly forever until she flushed the toilet and returned holding a tube of KY jelly.




Something Extra This Way Comes



“Sorry,” she said, “but I really had to pee. Besides, I think we could use this,” she said as she slipped back into bed, headfirst. 

Her sweet, pink lips wrapped around my eager prick and we slid into a sixty-nine position. Her little penis tasted like equal parts of her musky cum, my asshole, and some morning piss. Soon we were both hard as a rock and I slid my tongue down her shaft into the folds of her pussy. She tasted of sweetness and desire, of innocence and lust. It was what any perfume manufacturer would strive for. 

Laura rolled over onto her back and I changed positions to kiss her. I worked my tongue up her tummy, making short stops at her navel and the underside of her breast, dodging her nipple and nibbling her neck with my lips. I pulled back to look at this goddess lying with her arms above her head and her legs slightly spread. Her nipples were at attention and her lips were swollen puffy and pink from working on my penis. 

“Make love to me,” she breathed. I wondered if this could be the same creature that had just fucked me in the ass till I came?

I rolled to my side and pulled her to me, tasting cock on her lips as we tongued one another deeply. She swung her leg over my hip and I cupped the cheek of her ass. I lubricated my middle finger in her steaming pussy and ran it in slowly in circles around her anus. Her hips rocked back and forth and my large erection slid firmly against her small erection in an urgent, slippery swordfight. My finger slipped past her tight sphincter up to the second knuckle and I could feel the tight ring of muscle pulse every time her little cock twitched. She loosened a bit as I gently worked the digit in and out. 

Laura pulled back suddenly, disengaging our cocks and surrendering the fencing match.

“What’s wrong, Sweetie,” I asked?

“I don’t want to come yet. I want to wait for you,” she said as she rolled onto her belly.

I nibbled her shoulder and massaged her back for a while, admiring her lean, muscled frame which had just enough fat to give her a rounded, feminine form. I ran my tongue down to the cleft where the base of her back meets the globes of her bottom. I massaged her cheeks, pulling them gently apart as I slid my tongue slowly, inch by inch, down to her dusky rosebud. I licked up and down across her anus several times before running lazy circles around it. Her bottom began moving in synchronization until I pushed the tip of my tongue past her sphincter. She froze and took in a deep breath. My hands shook slightly as I partook of her forbidden fruit, tasting an exquisite medley of her sweet ass with a little pussy juice and some of my pre-cum. The scent entered my nostrils, lingered barely a moment in the most ancient node of my brain, and traveled like steel, straight into my cock. 

I fumbled to get the cap off the KY, stroked a generous glob up and down my shaft and place a dollop on her little pucker, which I began to work around with my index finger. It easily slipped past her anal ring. I worked it slowly in and out to full depth and as I wiggled it around a bit, I touched a bump the size of a walnut, forward and toward her abdomen. Puzzled, I stroked it as I worked my finger in and out.

“Oh, God,” gasped Laura as she worked her bottom back and forth against my finger.

As I worked her rectum, the light bulb finally came on. She had a prostate! Of course! I pulled my finger out, crossed my index and middle fingers, and slid the pair up to her sphincter. I was trying to slowly introduce them, but Laura was pushing back and making low, whimpering sounds. Together we worked them deeper and deeper, Laura pushing back until she was high one her knees.

“Oh hurry, Baby, I’m gonna cum soon,” Laura warned.

I withdrew my fingers and moved my lubed cock up to her crack. While my cock isn’t very thick, it had never been harder. I placed the head against her hole and pushed until it met large resistance. Afraid to hurt her I stopped.

“It’s OK Baby, push,” said Laura. “I want you so bad…”

I increased the pressure more and more until I popped past her sphincter in plunged into her rectum. She gasped and went rigid for a moment. 

“Easy….Easy…,” she panted, as I held still and she slowly started to relax. I felt her gently pull away and push back, millimeter by millimeter, just the beginnings of a rhythm. I felt her relax as she pushed back deeper and deeper. She rocked her bottom faster and faster and her breathing got louder and deeper.

“Oh Honey,” she said, “I’m so close. Help me, Baby, help me.”

I started thrusting in earnest, burying my cock up to the balls, her tight, slick, ass gripping me like a greased fist. I could feel the tingling start in my balls as I pistoned her colon.

Laura had her face buried in the pillow with her ass in the air and I heard a muffled, “Fuck me…..fuck mee…..fuck meee….fuck meeee….fuck meeeee,” she squealed, begging for release. 

My last thrusts knocked her forward off her knees, pinning her to the mattress as I nailed her ass over and over and over again. 

“Oh, God….Oh, God…Jesus.…Oh….Oh, Baby….Oh…,” she gasped as wave after wave wracked her frame.

I came immediately after, and could imagine the thick spurts of sticky cum shooting high into the dark chocolate of her bowels. As I slowed to a stop, I could see the band of her sphincter wiping the frothy cum from my cock as I slipped in and out.

I eased out of her bottom and lay next to her panting and exhausted.

Lauren spoke in a quiet voice, “I feel really dirty.”

“Oh, Honey. Anything we want to do together in bed is OK. There’s nothing wrong with what we’ve done.”

She leaned back and gave me an odd look, “Well, Duh….I’m trying to say I haven’t had a shower in two days and I’m overdue.” She smacked my ass and said, “Let’s go, maybe you’ll get lucky again,” she laughed.

I looked at my wilted organ and said, “Hmmm, I hope so……”



Something Extra



Finally, Kat turned herself around, pulling the naked Emma into her arms, and drawing her face toward her, her mouth eagerly devouring Emma's. The pair locked into this sapphic embrace, hungrily slurping away on each other's tongues, Emma's full tits pressing against Kat's slender frame, Emma's legs wrapped around her co-star, so that her cunt rubbed against Emma's thigh.

Somewhere in the back of Emma's lust-crazed mind, she realized she was fucking Kat, that the luscious feeling of her labia gliding over Kat's leg was driving her toward orgasm, and that the whole wonderful event was being caught on camera. And, despite her natural shyness, she didn't care.

Kat knew, though. The vixen knew precisely what sensual agony young Emma was happily enduring, and was more than happy to let her frig herself senseless against her leg. There was nothing dry about this humping, quite apart from the continual downpour from the shower, both girls were dripping wet. And still Emma rode on, aware of nothing but the sensations in her clit, and Kat's tongue in her mouth, driving herself toward a much-needed sexual release.

"And... cut!" shouted the director.

And Emma came, the groan of her climax lost inside Kat's mouth. Although their love-making had been filmed for all to enjoy, her orgasm was for Kat and Kat alone.

Kat disentangled herself from her trembling co-star, gently cooing in her ear. The crew, already beginning to de-rig so they could go home, didn't notice the tender way the re-headed extra held her partner's exhausted body. The wardrobe girl handed them back their towels, and without thinking Emma slipped hers between her legs and wiped herself clean.

Later, both girls were dressed and ready to leave the mansion. The director thanked them for the efforts. Emma and Kat stood together on the curb as the crew loaded the last of their gear onto the truck.

"Well," said Kat, "it was really nice meeting you. I guess we'll work together again some day."

"Yeah," Emma replied with a nervous smile. Kat waved good-bye and began to walk away down Mulholland Drive.

Emma bit her lip. "Um, Kat?"

The red-head turned. "Yup?"

"Maybe, if you're not too busy, we could get together sometime? Yknow, for a drink?"

Kat's pretty face broke into a grin.

"I thought you'd never ask."

END