Storiesonline.net ------- Everybody Comes To Hollywood by bluedragon Copyright© 2007 by bluedragon ------- Description: A young writer finally gets his big break in Hollywood. This is the story of him leaving his life behind and finding past loves. Along the way, he is tempted by beautiful actresses and the allure of fame. Codes: MF FF Mult cons dru cheat group orgy OM OF oral anal creampie ------- ------- Chapter 1: The Amazon "Everybody comes to Hollywood. They wanna make it in the neighborhood." Count me amongst "everybody." I grew up with visions of bright lights and brighter stars. Coming here and "making it" had long been a dream of mine. And those dreams would soon be coming true. I was twenty-four when I sold my first script, a young, inexperienced writer who got really lucky. Last month at this time I was sitting on a folding chair eating leftover Chinese take-out with my girlfriend, err... ex-girlfriend. Now I was eating a filet mignon dinner that cost more than a hundred bucks a plate in the company of high-powered studio bigwigs. I was here. But that didn't mean that I'd made it yet. This was the fourth power dinner I'd had in the last week with the director and executive producer to discuss the "vision" of the movie. It pretty much consisted of the two of them haggling back and forth over artistic integrity versus what would bring in the big bucks. Well, the movie was targeted as a big-budget blockbuster, so I was pretty sure artistic integrity would be going out the window shortly. After the first round of drinks and appetizers I excused myself to the restroom. After freshening up I flipped open my cell phone and held down the speed dial to my ex-girlfriend. We were still friends, and she was happy to hear from me, and I filled her in on what was going on. She patiently listened to me vent my frustrations and then reassured me that everything would be alright in the end. We had been pretty close, even if not very serious about each other. So when the opportunity to come to Hollywood had arisen, we parted amicably and promised to keep in touch. Neither of us harbored any illusions about maintaining a long-distance relationship, especially not in Hollywood. Still, it was calming to talk to her again. After a few lewd comments from me about old times and a laughing remark from her to avoid all the Hollywood hookers, I snapped the phone closed and strode purposely to my table. I was a Hollywood writer now... as long as the film didn't end up in development hell. I had just gotten settled into my seat and re-entered the conversation when she walked through the door. My jaw locked up and my body went still. The two studio bigwigs stopped to see what I was staring at. My High School sweetheart. The beauty from my past, now in my present; and I had no idea what our future held. ------- HIGH SCHOOL, SIX YEARS AGO My hands flew over the keyboard in a rhythmic rat-a-tat-tat while Andrea lounged on my bed, trying to finish our math homework. I should have been doing the assignment as well, but I hated Math with a passion, and I knew she'd let me copy her answers later. I paused every now and again to stare at her, sprawled face down on my bed and propped up on her elbows as she read over the math book. Incredibly clear violet eyes were partially hidden behind stylish black glasses. I had never seen eyes of that perfect color, neither before nor ever since. Perfect cheekbones and a great complexion made her the envy of even the prettiest cheerleaders. A self-styled flower girl (it was a phase), she let her long dirty-blonde hair just fall straight, a daisy she'd picked that morning tucked behind an ear. A lifelong vegetarian, she munched on a carrot stick while I let my dirty mind get the best of me. The white lacy top was baggy on her thin frame, hanging a little loose at the neck to show off some very interesting cleavage. She never wore a bra. Some post-modern feminist thing, but I had no complaints. Skin-tight jean shorts hugged her ass and led down to luscious legs. Every so often, I would stop and ogle her just long enough to get my fill, but not quite long enough that she noticed and scolded me for staring. I finished tweaking the general plotline and the main character bios, and I waved Andrea over to read what I'd written so far. It was an action-adventure in the Rain Forest, a kind of Indiana Jones meets Beverly Hills Cop, except with a female Axel, and a little of James Bond's girl-banging thrown in for good measure. The girl finds a map to a lost treasure and drags along her experienced adventurer friend. Hilarity and chaos ensues. Andrea quickly scanned everything and then let out a sigh of barely concealed disgust. Her nose wrinkled as if smelling something rather foul. "What do you think?" I asked. "Where to begin?" She threw up her hands. "This plotline just panders to the masses. The heroine's boobs are bigger than her brains and she keeps getting herself into situations where the guy has to rescue her. Meanwhile, he keeps sleeping around with every other chick they meet, and it's unrealistic that the girl wouldn't care since you've written her to have a buried crush on the strong hero. The plot has bigger holes in it than the Titanic, and defies every point of logic." "So, it's perfect as a Hollywood blockbuster." "Unfortunately... yes..." She turned and flopped back onto my bed. "Don't you ever want to write a truly great work of art? Something with literary complexity and rich emotion? I mean, it's not like it would be such big deal nowadays to make the GIRL the hero with the big guns and acrobatics?" "I need to get my foot in the door first. Give the Hollywood studio heads what they want. Then once I've got a few hits under my belt, I'll have enough power and freedom to write REAL stories." "Hollywood? Why the hell would anyone want to work for a big-budget studio monstrosity? Hollywood is a cesspool of recycled garbage and casting couch sperm. That's why I'm going to Broadway. Someday I'm going to be a star. And you'd better be right there writing me the most amazing PLAYS." We spent the next hour arguing over the motivation of the main characters and the choices they made. She seemed to find it somewhat ridiculous that the male hero was incapable of considering the consequences of his actions beyond the next five minutes. I tried to defend that aspect as part of his charm. Andrea just laughed and told me the hero was a moron, so he must have been modeled on me. She punched me playfully on the shoulder. I just smiled and turned back to re-editing my script. Andrea was the ultimate theatre geek. She'd been in every school play since grade school and devoured the works of great playwrights at every opportunity. I'd joined the tech crew at the beginning of my freshman year just to meet people. We became casual friends rehearsing for that first school play, and found a connection with each other. She was loud, gorgeous, wild, opinionated, and absolutely fascinating. I'd developed a crush on her from the moment we met. In those days, Andrea was the most perfect woman on the planet. Line up every supermodel and famous actress alongside her, and I would pick Andrea every time. To this day I still don't know what she saw in me, though. We had a few classes together, became study pals, etc. It took me almost two years to work up the courage to ask her out. When I finally did she just yelled at me for taking so long. From that moment we were inseparable. My first French kiss had been with Andrea in my friend's basement. I had sneaked a hand to the outside of her boob before she slapped me away that time. Her developing curves had been the images of my every fantasy. My first love. There had only ever been one bump in the road. A cute cheerleader, jealous of Andrea in that catty High School way, had decided to seduce me to prove a point. I knew what she was up to, and yet my brain short- circuited in the face of a set of round tits and tight ass. If I had one fatal weakness, it was that I had absolutely no control over myself if a hot woman started coming on to me. Fortunately Andrea came by my house to visit, and caught us before things got out of hand. The best part? Andrea's solution was to keep her boy always satisfied so I'd never need to stray. One day, we had just finished up a very satisfying blowjob and I sat pecking away at my computer. Andrea was sitting in my lap, her head pillowed on my shoulder and staring past my ear. She asked me, "What do you want in this world, more than anything? What is your greatest desire?" It took me a while to think about it, but I found the answer deep down in my gut. "To write something really special, something I believe in. And to share that with someone who is just as special to me." Andrea sat back up and looked at me. "That's so cool. I only hope that I can find my own answer someday." That had been months ago. And I was nowhere closer to finding that special story. But I worked on it every day. So back in my bedroom, I was still wrapped up in my script, typing away, when Andrea declared that she was done with our homework. "Okay, pay attention to me now!" "Hang on just a minute..." I kept typing. I should have known to turn around and pay attention to her. But I'm a guy. And I never said I was smart back then. Then I felt her lips on my neck, soft pads rubbing and nuzzling at my sensitive skin. Damn that felt good. "Cheater..." I mumbled. Boys are just puppets on strings at that age. She turned my head in her hands and then we were kissing, long, sloppy kisses of High School puppy love. As an eighteen year-old boy I knew enough to recognize an opportunity when I saw one, and seizing the initiative I picked her up and planted her on my bed, attacking her lips frantically. Andrea was suddenly really aroused, and she reached down to whip her top off, tossing it into a puddle on the floor. Her perky tits were firmly upright and begging for my attention. I was still amazed every time I saw them, memories of over a year of attacking and being rebuffed before we got to second base. But by now we were comfortable with each other's body, and I immediately dove in to lick and squeeze and suckle. She was moaning and groaning and I started to panic that she would raise the attention of my little sister in the room next door. So I moved up to press my lips to hers before whispering a desperate "shh..." Her eyes were glowing as she nodded and then went to work undoing the clasp to her jeans. When she tugged the jeans and panties down to her feet, I stripped them off and spread her legs wide. We had gotten to the point where oral sex was a common event between us, and I was becoming quite adept in the art of cunnilingus. She was shaved completely bare for me and she resumed her squirming and moaning as my tongue speared into her channel. I switched to nibbling on her clit and she clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle a scream, tears dribbling from the corners of her eyes as she fought to restrain herself. I figured a good way to keep her quiet would be to fill her mouth with something. So I stripped down in a hurry and then lay down on the bed next to her. She kissed me quickly, tasting her own fluids before climbing atop me in a sixty-nine, slowly taking my banana-bent cock into her mouth. I grabbed onto her ass cheeks and split her wide as I continued to eat her out, and was rewarded a few minutes later when she twitched and started gushing her honey out onto my lips. When she'd recovered, Andrea stopped her tongue bath on me and turned around, grinning. I was panting and sweating myself and had been on the verge of eruption before she let go. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she held up a silver package. "Wanna do it again?" We'd only had sex on two occasions before, and there was no way I was going to pass up an opportunity for a third time. For a moment I felt guilty pride at my relationship. Half of my friends were still virgins and none of them had ever had a girlfriend as pretty as Andrea. I just grinned and nodded my head "yes" while she proceeded to roll the condom onto my wet member. Then Andrea lay back against the pillows and beckoned me to her. I paused from my reckless passion for a moment, kissing her tenderly while lining myself up. I held her hands in mine, our fingers interlocking tightly while my hips sought out that haven of paradise between her legs. But once the head nudged its way in I lost all semblance of control and started to pound away at her, Andrea's sweet lips at my neck whispering dirty thoughts in my ear, my hips ramming into hers already at breakneck speed. I must have only lasted a couple of minutes before my face screwed up in a grimace and I was filling the condom with my juices. She had not been anywhere near a second orgasm yet. The happy bliss that normally comes to a guy after orgasm never came, just a disgust at my pathetic performance. Weren't the super men supposed to be able to screw for hours on end? I groaned in half apology and buried my head into the pillow next to her head. Andrea just chuckled and slipped me out of her, dropping the used rubber into my trash can. "Shh, you know I'm fine with that. As long as you've got more for me." She resumed kissing me, her tongue massaging the sensitive pads inside my mouth even as her hand rubbed in my wet crotch. I just kissed back, my hands roaming along her toned body, squeezing her tight ass, stroking her legs, and cupping her pert B-cups in my palms. I was hard again within minutes, and Andrea was grinning as she slid a fresh condom onto me. "Thank god for teenage recovery. This time, I wanna be on top." I lay back, staring at Andrea's heaving bosom as she straddled me. She was a warm, wet sheath of pleasure, and she apparently enjoyed being drilled quite nicely. We started thrusting against each other, every muscle tensing, sweat dripping, and always the wet slap of our hips clashing together. I lost myself in the wonderful rhythms of her tits bobbing up and down with our fucking and let the rest of the afternoon drift away... ------- Andrea and I had been joined at the hip since starting to date sophomore year. By the second day of dating we'd gotten inside each other's head to the point where we knew what the other was thinking and finished each other's sentences. I'd spent more than two years of my life sharing every experience with her, from the social climbing of the High School cliques to my anxious discoveries of the female form. I wanted to be with her forever. Breaking up with her was one of the hardest things I'd ever had to go through. Andrea got a scholarship to Stanford and was moving to California. A part of me thought I'd never see her again. People didn't come back from California. But then I knew that she was always destined for great things. I would be attending the big University in-state, ready to major in Modern Lit and distinctly avoid any complicated Math for the rest of my life. The summer after graduation was the happiest three months of my life. Realizing we were soon to be parted, our parents let us stay with each other almost every night. We stayed up all night just talking about nothing. We wrote stories and scripts together, enjoying the playful tug-of-war over characterization and artistic integrity. We made love like there was no tomorrow. And then one day, there was no tomorrow. Andrea was gone. ------- We tried to stay in touch through college. But long distance things just don't work out when you're eighteen. Eventually we moved on, and I spent half of my college years with my new girlfriend, Bethany. The summer before my third year, I got an email from Andrea. My heart was racing from the moment I saw the sender's name. It was the first contact we'd had in nearly two years. It turns out she was broadcasting a message to all of her High School friends, happily announcing that she'd been cast in a major Hollywood movie. I was very happy for her, but also a little confused. She had always struck me as the theatre type, shunning most of the Hollywood bullshit as she had so delicately put it. But Andrea's success had a bigger impact on me. It made me realize that while she was making her acting dream come true, I still had yet to write a full-length script. I had of course told Bethany about my High School girlfriend, and Andrea's acting aspirations. When the movie finally came out just before my fourth year, Bethany and I went to see it together. The movie turned out to be fantastic, and Andrea had grown up to be sexy as hell. That night, Bethany decided to do a little reenactment of the movie's love scene, where Andrea's character had done a slinky strip-tease before attacking the male hero. The sex with Bethany was amazing, but with one unfortunate side effect. Every so often, Andrea's face from the movie would slip to the front of my mind, and I had to bite my tongue not to call out Andrea's name. I tried to focus on my new girlfriend. But in the end, my hardest orgasm came when I imagined that I was spurting into my High School sweetheart. ------- A few months later, Andrea won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actress. She had finally made it. It was time for me to catch up. As soon as I graduated, I sat myself down at my computer and began to type. And this time, I wasn't going to stop. ------- A couple of years after graduating, I was happily still a writer. I wrote movie reviews and other entertainment columns for the local newspaper, which let me work from home and afforded me plenty of time to keep tinkering with my script and waiting for the right opportunity. Everything I had ever researched about the movie industry told me that it was connections to the power-players that mattered more than how good of a writer I was. And I only knew one person in Hollywood. Andrea had gone on to several prominent supporting roles, both in drama and critically popular independent films. But she had also started dating Roger Beckett, an up and coming action-film producer along the likes of Jerry Bruckheimer. I saw my chance to make it. Because in Hollywood, it's not what you know, it's WHO you know. Word on the grapevine was that since hooking up with the guy, Andrea had been looking for an action script, something that would put her in a blockbuster movie and make her a household name. Beckett would be executive producing of course. So I took a chance, and I called her agent. It took over an hour of worming my way through call-screeners and sitting on hold. No one seemed to believe that I was an old High School friend. So I just left my name and number, but only after getting a promise that my name would be delivered to her. Twenty minutes later she called, delighted to hear from me. We chit- chatted for over an hour. She asked how my girlfriend was. I asked how her career was going. And then she dropped in the perfect question. "Still working on your script?" "Always. In fact, it's just about done. You want to read the latest version? I think you'll recognize it." "The Amazon?" "The same one." "The script that pandered to the masses. The rugged adventurer hero and the rival adventurer heroine. The heroine has big boobs and the guy sleeps around, blah, blah, blah." I could almost see Andrea smiling on the other end of the line. "So it would be a good Hollywood blockbuster?" I asked, hope in my voice. "It might just be perfect." I sent her the script, and Andrea showed it to Beckett. Two days later, I was off to California. ------- HOLLYWOOD "The Amazon" started off as a smart and intelligent little adventure, with wit and charm galore. After a few rewrites with established Hollywood script-doctors, it resembled more of a big boobs and bigger explosions flick, but I couldn't seriously complain. I knew the rules. First you play along. Only when you've got your own power can you impose your will upon a script. The top dawgs like Kasdan and Kaufman could do whatever they wanted. It was frustrating, but my time would come eventually. I was still in a state of shock when Andrea walked through the restaurant door. Time and Hollywood had only transformed her from a natural beauty into a gorgeous leading lady. Perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect wardrobe. And her violet eyes locked onto me with an intensity that sent a shudder through my body. Roger Beckett, the producer, and Anton Martin, the director, followed my gaze and smiled at seeing the female lead of their movie coming in. She dismissed her entourage and then made her way across the restaurant towards us. We all stood up when she arrived at the table, Beckett and Andrea sharing a short peck before sitting down. Our leading actor arrived five minutes later, and the five of us delved into a heated discussion over how to create our Hollywood blockbuster. The rest of the evening went by in a blur. I recovered enough to discuss the vision of the movie, arguing enough in preservation of my dreams, but knowing enough to back down when the producer demands control over how he's spending his money. Remarkably, Andrea still remembered almost everything from my vision of the script back in High School, and argued to keep my ideas very much intact for me. Mostly, I found myself kind of staring at her. I hadn't seen her in six years, and I'd forgotten how beautiful she was. One of the men asked how we knew each other, and Andrea demurely replied, "We're old friends." My heart was racing like a teenage schoolboy's, and I just smiled back at her, praying that no one else at the table noticed the electrical connection crackling between us. It was all I could do to pay attention to anyone else. When the power meeting was over, Andrea and I stood up and exchanged warm hugs. Almost instinctively, I turned my head and started forwards to kiss her, but then backed off once I realized what I was about to do. Andrea similarly was backing her head away, her face flushed with momentary embarrassment and she glanced at Beckett to make sure he wasn't watching us. Then, having made up her mind, she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek before turning away suddenly and striding towards the door in a major hurry. I didn't start breathing again until she was out of sight. ------- I got to the office the studio had provided me for the duration of my contract. It was relatively large, well-appointed, and featured a decent view of the Hollywood Hills. There were already a dozen messages for me concerning this and that. I had now been in Hollywood for over a month, and we were still working on pre-production. The set designer wanted to revisit the bar scene. Beckett wanted to talk to me about adding another female boob-role. The list went on and on. But my schedule for the day had already been cleared. I was auditioning today. Our casting director had screened through hundreds of actors and actresses for the various roles involved in "The Amazon." Once they made it through that selection process, however, the key roles had to be reviewed and approved by the director, the executive producer, and the writer, which meant me. In most cases, the major roles had already been filled by name actors we had mutually agreed upon, but there were still a host of supporting characters to decide upon. The top three to five candidates, people who had already auditioned twice by now, were separately brought to me and then the director, and finally our producer. To some extent this process became tedious very quickly. The wisecracking bartender, the strung-out junkie, the sage old boat captain. All of these characters had but a few minutes of screen time, but I certainly wanted the final actor to stay true to the picture in my head when I'd written the piece. Very rarely did anyone ever "get" the character I had envisioned. And while I felt sorry for some of these struggling actors, I despaired over having to pick the least BAD actor of the lot. But then it came time to cast "Tina Woodbridge." The character was the classic Bond sexy-but-evil-girl. A tall blonde bombshell from Britain, the character was to seduce the main hero and in general, distract him away from his mission. She was, of course, a deadly fighter to boot. Along with Andrea, this was going to be the woman that millions of teenage boys would be drooling over and be ready to pony up $9 per ticket to see. The right actress would be a relative unknown, with minimal previous acting exposure. This would be a breakout role. But at the same time, she had to exude sex appeal and athleticism, handle the accent, be the epitome of female physical perfection, and possess enough moxie to pull it all off in a big-budget movie. The first girl I auditioned wasn't even close. And it took a monumental effort on my part to be polite throughout the entire audition. She definitely was a blonde bombshell, but this particular girl had the intelligence of a carrot. Her accents were horrible and I figured she would be good for nothing but eye candy. She tried to be flirtatious, but I was completely turned off by her and sent her off to the director for her next attempt. The second woman to audition wasn't half-bad as an actress, and she definitely had the body for the role. Big, fake tits and a nice ass, long legs. A native Londoner, she had the perfect accent and the right amount of huskiness in her voice. She happened to be a brunette, but I didn't see that as a major problem for the movie. We role-played one of the scenes back and forth, with me in the role of the hero. While I found her both attractive and seductive, she seemed to be trying to seduce ME instead of the character, even going so far as to grope my crotch in the middle of a scene, which I KNEW wasn't in the script. She gave me a wink and a promise to "make it worth my while" if I could help her along in the auditioning process. Then off she went to seduce Anton Martin. Now everyone who comes to Hollywood knows about the casting couch; but I had never really thought about actual opportunities for me. I was just dreaming about bending this hot Englishwoman over my desk and reaming her out when the phone rang. I shook myself out of my reverie. It was Bethany, calling to say hi. We chatted amiably, the comfortable conversation of two people who had been around each other for more than four years. She whispered that she missed me, and momentarily wondered if we couldn't still work this out. I had to admit I missed her. Not only for her reassuring presence, but I hadn't been laid in quite a while. She laughed off her emotions on the fact that she wasn't used to being single anymore, and that our friendship was for the best. She didn't help tame my current arousal though, whispering suggestive thoughts in my ear and giggling before hanging up. I found my Tina Woodbridge with actress number 3. The instant she walked through the door I knew she was the right one. Tall, lithe, and confident, Skye made her presence known. Blue eyes so pale they seemed gray pierced me with such intelligence, as if she were already studying me and determining how best to pick me apart. Golden hair with a silky shimmer cascaded down her back. She wore a tight-fitting black turtleneck and leggings ensemble that instantly reminded me of La Femme Nikita, and she glided across the room with the grace of a panther. When I said "hello" she merely inclined her head in response and slid into a wing chair facing my desk, crossing her long legs and resting both hands on the armrests. I slid behind my desk to conceal a rapidly rising boner, and did my best to get the audition started. When she spoke, she had a distinctive European accent that I couldn't quite place, and immediately I started rewriting the character in my mind to fit Skye the actress. She carried herself with such confidence and maturity I was amazed to find out she was only 19 and after changing her name, she had come to Hollywood from Europe, along with her sister, to make it big in the American movie industry. Her voice was intoxicating, and we flirted shamelessly for over an hour, until one of the studio secretaries had to come and tell me that she was late for her audition with Mr. Martin. We both stood up, and when I shook her hand in goodbye she leaned forwards and gave me a chaste peck on both cheeks, and then she was gone. ------- I got lunch with a fellow studio writer I'd become gradual friends with over the past few weeks. He asked how the audition process was going and more importantly, to him at least, whether I'd tapped into the wonderful world of the casting couch just yet. Apparently, he had bagged four different girls ("Grade AAA eggs, man..." as he put it) on the last project he'd done. "And they weren't even expecting any promises in return. They just jumped into my bed and hoped for the best. We even cast one of them." I mentioned that there were a few that caught my eye, and for the rest of the lunch I had visions of Skye twisted up in my sheets while staring deep into me with those brilliant eyes of hers. When I returned there was only one audition left, but I was so wrapped up in my daydreams I didn't even check the name. So when the knock came at my door and I opened it, I felt pleasantly surprised. Skye was standing before me, her blue-gray eyes startling in their clarity, shining out and appraising me while I ran my gaze appreciatively over her perky tits and sculpted body. The only difference was that she'd changed into a new set of clothes, this time a flowing blouse and skirt combination. "You're back! How were your other auditions?" She smiled, and held a hand over her mouth coyly. "You must have me mistaken for my sister," she giggled in that intoxicating accent. "My name is Sienna." My eyes must have goggled out but I picked up my schedule and scanned it hurriedly. There it was, same last name. I smoothly recovered, reaching out to shake her hand and welcome her in. "I just wasn't expecting you to be twins." We started the audition, and read from a few of the scenes. It was then that I realized how impossible this was going to be to choose between Skye and Sienna. Both had the perfect grace and smoldering sexuality the role demanded. While Skye played the cool assassin with more edginess, Sienna brought out the warm sensuality in the seduction scenes. Partly because I was already familiar with her sister, I was flirting with Sienna left and right, and at the end of the audition, Sienna gave me the same two-cheek kisses. I finally got around to checking my messages. The one from Beckett about adding another boob-role had strict orders to not read until after I'd concluded my auditions, so I figured now would be a good time to catch up on it. Lo and behold, Beckett was commenting about turning Tina Woodbridge into TWO different women. I was amazed at how he'd put together this proposal before even meeting Skye or Sienna. Kinda freaky... One of the twin assassins would be seducing our hero while the other was off pulling a job, and they would switch back and forth without anyone (including the audience) ever knowing there were two of them until the villain's motives were finally revealed. Even the movie credits would only list one name until after the release date. It would take some rewrites, but we already had the perfect pair of twins. And I already had the new plot outlines in my head. ------- I was on the way to my hotel after work when my cell phone rang. My heart skipped a beat when Andrea's voice came on the other end of the line. "Got plans for dinner?" she asked. I could feel the hopefulness in her voice. "Uh, not really." "Meet me at Cicero's. Twenty minutes. You car should have them in the nav system." Then a click and line went dead. It was a little presumptuous of Andrea to assume I had agreed. On the other hand, I already knew as soon as she asked that I was going to meet her. I guessed that she had known as well. I'd been loaned one of the studio's Baby Benz's, and it took me a moment to figure out how to ask the navigation system how to get to Cicero's. It actually took me closer to half an hour to get there (I got a little lost), but I soon arrived at the posh bistro in the hills. The instant I walked through the door, her personal assistant came up to me and led me back to a private room. Behind a thick velvet curtain, Andrea was waiting for me with a cozy little Italian dinner. I was momentarily immobilized by her stunning beauty, but recovered after a moment to enter into the room. The table was oriented to give us a view of the beautiful cityscape illuminated by the night lights. An attendant informed me that the window was mirrored on the opposite side so that no prying cameras could see into our room. We got settled and Andrea gave me the usual Hollywood "air kiss" next to my ear while pressing her cheek to mine. I looked across at some delicious looking salad, breadsticks, and my favorite, classic spaghetti and meatballs. She just smiled while watching me scan the meal, and reached out a hand to my thigh. Nothing really sexual, just comfortable. "So how have you been?" I asked. "We've got a lot of catching up to do." Meanwhile, I started to dig into the food, serving up a decent helping for Andrea before filling my own plate. "I'm great. Busy, you know, but great. I'm so sorry I haven't called already before this. Got tied up on a shoot in Morocco." "Man, if I had a nickel for every time I heard that one..." She laughed, not a coy flirty giggle, but a full throated laugh that helped me let every last bit of tension between us melt away. For a few moments, I saw Andrea for my best friend and girlfriend from High School, just a vivacious, innocent, and idealistic girl. Bright violet eyes, her dirty blonde hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. Casual clothes to better blend in and avoid the paparazzi. And her smile was simply warm and engaging. "You know that's one of the oldest jokes in Hollywood. You're going to have to come up with better stuff if you want to survive in this town. Come on, you're supposed to be a writer." "I'll work on it." We talked for the next twenty minutes or so, filling each other in on the little details of our lives. Her studies and blossoming career. My writing and the script. It was the same as when we were in High School. The easy banter back and forth, the little smiles and warm fuzzy feelings in my stomach. Then Andrea said something I never really expected to hear, and all those fuzzy feelings collapsed under years of questioning and confusion. "I missed you." "Well, I could tell," I muttered sarcastically. "That's why you stopped calling." I was surprised at the twinge of hurt in my voice. When we moved on in college, I had never really gotten closure with Andrea. In a way I never got her completely out of my system. But before I could apologize for my tone, Andrea was already answering. "And I'm sorry about that. Times change. People change. And in the end I think it worked out alright." Her smile became a wistful half-grin. "But in six years, I've never found anyone else quite like you." I didn't know what to say to that, so I just kept eating. My emotions were swirling around the possibilities of where this conversation could go. I also noticed now that she hadn't even taken a bite off her plate. "In college everyone had their own thing going on. Then, after the Oscar, everyone treated me differently. I was this big Hollywood actress, so everyone either tried to attack me or kiss up to me. You were the last person with whom I remember being able to really be MYSELF." I looked up, and Andrea was leaning towards me, staring right into my eyes intently. A single tear rolled down her cheek, and gazing into her face all the longing for and daydreams of Andrea came rushing back to me. I don't think a person ever really gets over that first love, and the emotions were threatening to overwhelm me. "I have never felt as happy and content with my life since the time when I was with you," she half-whispered, her voice tense with the emotion. Andrea reached up and brushed the back of her hand across my cheek. The last time she'd done that was the day she'd left for California. These emotions were hitting me so fast, I couldn't keep up. And as I felt a tear of my own rolling down my cheek, suddenly we were back in my bedroom, just a couple of teenagers madly in love and with our entire lives before us. Nothing existed except to create our own momentary happiness before age and responsibility took it all away. Then I felt her lips on my neck, soft pads rubbing and nuzzling at my sensitive skin. Damn that felt good. "Cheater..." I mumbled. And then I was inhaling her sweet scent while I felt her moist lips massaging mine. And then my tongue was pressing into her mouth, exploring those depths as if they were new and unknown while my hands cradled her head to me. All of the memories of teenaged lust and those first joyous moments of rounding the bases with a girl came racing through my brain. We were kissing like it was the most amazing and sweetest treasure, the way it was before sex or breasts got involved. And when I finally pulled away, Andrea's skin glowed with happiness and arousal, her violet eyes shining back at me. Then there was a loud clatter of plates crashing to the ground somewhere out in the main dining hall, and then the walls of my bedroom disappeared to be replaced by the thick velvet curtain and walls of our private room at Cicero's. Andrea was suddenly lost, her eyes wild. She slumped down with her forehead planted against the palm of one hand as she leaned onto the table with her elbow, trying to sort out her situation. "Oh god. If a waiter had seen that it would have been a field day. The gossip columns would have been all over me." I was just too stunned to say anything. My heart had been pounding, my attraction to Andrea overwhelming any other rational thought. But then she was picking up her purse, mumbling a goodbye to me while simultaneously trying to flee the restaurant as quickly as possible without looking too harried. And then I was alone in the little room, with nothing but my thoughts and an incredible boner. God it had been a long time since I got laid. ------- No matter how hard I tried, every single memory of Andrea and me exploring our budding sexuality as teenagers popped into my head. I had to work to concentrate on the road just to make sure I didn't crash on the way back to my hotel, and resolved to myself that I was going to have to rent a porno from the hotel or something and relieve myself before I would be able to sleep. Maybe Bethany would be up for some kinky phone sex or something. But first, I needed a drink. I wandered into the hotel bar, sat myself in a barstool and ordered a stiff cocktail. I had just tasted the first burning gulp when a husky voice with an intoxicating accent said, "Hello Mr. Writer." I turned my head to see Sienna (or was it Skye?) sidling up to me on the next barstool. Taking a guess by the warmth of her greeting, I guessed, "Well hello... Sienna?" "Very good!" The way she said that was NOT helping to relax my erection. Thank god I was sitting down. "I know you probably can't tell me, but how are the auditions going?" Ah, that explained why she came up to me. "Oh, well, they're going fine, actually. We'll probably be making our final decisions tomorrow." That was real enough, and not exactly the most sensitive of information. But I knew I couldn't say anything about the rewrites I'd been planning for Sienna and her sister. Sienna picked an olive out of her martini and ran it around her lips, her tongue ever so slightly poking out to lick at it. Damn she was going to be good for the seduction role. "But I don't suppose you could tell me how I'm doing?" I grinned, expecting that type of question. "Everything looks great from where I stand. But I do have to consider every actress carefully." This was true enough, for all I knew, the new plot idea might not work out, and we could only cast one Tina in that case. She reached out and slipped an arm through mine. "Would you walk with me? You cannot blame a girl for trying to plead her case." She was steering me away from the elevators that led up to my room, so I saw no real harm in just taking a walk. We moved through the lobby and directly outside. The evening air was comfortable, and we started walking along the Hollywood Walk of Fame. I was quite the movie buff, and Sienna kept up a constant warm chatter asking me questions about the various stars and famous locations we came across. She was definitely showing off how quickly and easily she could make a person comfortable with her, and I hoped that it would come through onto the screen. Of course, the character I had in mind would be warmly seductive right up to the point where she stabbed you in the back, or otherwise extracted what she wanted out of you. Without realizing it, we'd actually gotten quite a ways away from my hotel. It would take at least a half an hour to walk back. I mentioned that it was getting late and we should probably get a cab or something. Sienna just waved me off and then pulled out a slender cell phone. "I have a car nearby." She pressed a hand to her other ear and turned away slightly while on the phone, then said a few short phrases in her native tongue and then gave them our location. Less than five minutes later a black stretch limo pulled up to the curb. This was quite posh for a poor, recently-arrived actress. A gentleman stepped out of the front passenger seat, and said a few things to Sienna in something that sounded like German. He was sharply dressed in a black tuxedo complete with white gloves. I couldn't see the driver, but he appeared to be in the same formalized tuxedo. We were led back to the rear door, and I climbed in after Sienna into an interior with very plush leather upholstery and soft carpeting. The attendant closed the door and returned to the front seat, and then we were off. As soon as the limo started rolling, the doors simultaneously locked, and then Sienna was in my lap and shoving her tongue down my throat. My eyes flew wide in surprise but then I found my oversexed body reacting to her already, my lips mashing against hers and my arms wrapping around this nubile young woman. Even as Sienna kissed me fiercely, her hands were busy undoing my belt and then the clasp of my pants. For a few moments my reconnections with Andrea flashed into my head, but then Sienna was kneeling on the floor and all those thoughts went flying away with the passing lights as I felt my cock sucked into her hot mouth. I really had no control before a hot babe. Besides, it wasn't like Andrea and I had gotten back together or anything. I was a free man. I was suddenly squirming in my seat, my body lost to conscious direction as my hips jerked and tried to shove more of my meat down Sienna's throat. She held hard to her lip lock about me, her tongue smothering the head with her warm saliva while a perfectly manicured hand began to pump along the length of my shaft. Her head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm, the tight ring of her fingers following as if to coax my release out of me. My eyes rolled back from sheer pleasure as pent-up desire was overwhelming me. Her mouth was a powerful suction and all too quickly I felt the tell-tale strain in my legs as my balls readied to relieve their tension. I groaned out loud and then Sienna slurped me into her mouth powerfully, shoving more and more of me into her until her nose was nearly pressed against my navel, deep throating me as far as I would go. And then I exploded, a hot gush of my cum that blasted forth and poured directly down Sienna's throat. Her eyes were tearing up as she stared at me, fighting the urge to gag to let my juices fill her belly. She swallowed quickly, but I had built up such a reservoir in the past few weeks that she finally had to pull me out and let the last few shots burst into her face. When my hip tremors had subsided, she licked up what she could but kept jacking me off. With her other hand, she started to undo the buttons to her blouse and unsnapped her skirt. And while I watched enraptured by this beautiful young girl revealing herself to me, she slipped off the blouse and dropped the bra onto the seat next to her, then shimmied out of both her skirt and panties, leaving this platinum blonde wearing nothing but high-heels and a smile. The sight of her round, perky tits hanging out, nipples at attention and top-shelf ass had me reviving in no time, aided by Sienna's return to bathing my sleeping soldier with her tongue. Meanwhile, at her direction, I stripped myself until we were both effectively naked in the limo. I stole a glance out the window. We should have arrived at the hotel a long time ago, but instead I saw the magnificent lights of the city far below us. We were driving up into the hills and I had to pay attention not to lose my balance as the limo began to turn left and right with the bends in the road. Once Sienna was satisfied with my hardness, she turned to the rear- facing seat behind her, planting herself on all fours and shoving that heart-shaped ass back at me. The puffy pink folds between her legs called out to me, and I got to my knees behind her, holding her hips with one hand while bracing myself against the car wall with the other. She was trembling with anticipation, her head turned to watch me while her long hair hung loosely off the opposite shoulder. And then all of her trembling stopped as she felt my other head penetrating into her from behind, the shaft smoothly gliding into her until my hips pressed up against her butt-cheeks. I focused in on the sensations dancing across my sensitive skin, and the ripples of pleasure shooting through me as I slowly backed out and then pressed in once again. Sienna was moaning softly with every thrust, resting her arms on the seat before her, her head pillowed against them as she bent at the knees to shove her body back and forth at me, mumbling erotically in her own language. As her pussy stretched out gradually and became more lubricated we found it easier to thrust in and out, and progressively we moved faster and faster and faster, driving myself deeply into her with every thrust. Sienna's moans were becoming louder and harsher as we picked up speed, and eventually our bodies were flailing at each other as fast as we could go, one of my hands on her swinging boobs and the other on her ass even as we were tossed from side to side by the swerving motion of the limo. And then Sienna was crying out her climax, a gasp of mixed relief and pain as her hips were trembling once again around me, a new coat of fluids pouring down to where our bodies were coupled. I stopped thrusting while she fought to recover, gasping for breath and tears in her eyes from the exertion. She slid forwards, popping my hardness out of her, and turned around, slumping into the seat. She reached a hand out to a side wall to brace herself against a particularly sharp turn, and then reached down to spread the lips of her honey pot wide, showing off the glistening moisture in the overhead light. "You want to taste?" They were the first words of English she had spoken since entering the limo. I just nodded yes. "Lie down," Sienna ordered. And I was all too ready to comply. I turned and lie flat on my back, my head closest to her while she picked her way across the floor until she could straddle my chest. Sinking to her knees, I had the perfect view of her firm tits, flat stomach and perfectly shaven mound. Ah, the physical perfection of youth. She scooted forwards until her budding clit was within reach of my tongue, and I stretched out to feed on her nectar. Sienna's thighs clamped around my head as soon as my tongue touched her, and she quivered with excitement as I continued to eat her out. My entire world had shrunk down to the view before me, wet, juicy pussy and honey-sweet flavors. I looked up to watch Sienna's face contort into grimaces and grins of ecstasy as I worked the best tongue magic I could think of. She seemed to giggle, but I couldn't hear a thing with her legs pressed against my ears. And then I saw a white glove reach forward and tenderly caress Sienna's swollen breast, and then another glove, reaching around to similarly cup the other breast. My eyes went wide in surprise, but Sienna just grinned happily at the new stimulation. This was really freaky... And then Skye popped her head into view. She grinned down at me, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo. She must have been the driver I couldn't see, and I realized the limo was no longer moving. Sienna backed off just enough so Skye could lean down and press her lips to mine. I could get to like "freaky"... And then as Skye backed away, Sienna was sliding her hips back into my face so I could resume my feeding upon her, and I felt a new warm mouth descending upon my upright dick behind her. Sienna bucked her way to a new orgasm on top of me, coating my face with even more juices while Skye proved to be Sienna's equal in the art of fellatio. And just when I thought I was about to explode into the second twin's mouth, I felt the cool air blow over my rod as Skye pulled her lips off of me. My hips twitched in an overwhelming sense of pleasure withdrawal, but a minute later my dick was rewarded for its patience as I felt the hot, wet sensation of Skye sinking my rod inside her version of paradise. The two of them kept up their dual assault upon my senses until Sienna crashed over into yet another climax, courteousy of my worn out tongue, and then she slumped off of me, sitting on the floor beside my head. My brain nearly went into shock watching two identical sets of naked bodies heaving with exertion, flushed with arousal, and sweat beading on taut skin. Skye was undulating as if in a trance about my shaft embedded inside of her, panting with lust as her bosom heaved up and down with her movements. Sienna lay just a couple of feet away, similarly panting in recovery from her recent orgasm, her identical round tits heaving up and down as she fought for breath. Skye's hip rotations were becoming jerkier and harder, straining urgently at the border between pleasure and final release as she carved out every corner of her pussy with my shaft. At the moment of truth she leaned down, shoving her tits in my face as her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm, her hot flesh writhing atop me and bringing me to the boiling point of my own final release. Sienna read the strain on my face and said something sharply to Skye, who recovered enough to pull me out of her spasming box and plant her face just inches away from my waving member, already bulging at the seams. Sienna's face joined her a moment later, just in time for my ejaculation to blast forth and splatter Skye just above her eye. Skye took a hold of my spurting cannon and directed it to at her sister, letting a few shots splash Sienna in the face before coaxing out the last bits of my spunk towards her open mouth. And when my weary body sagged into the carpet, my head lolling back to relax my neck, these two nineteen-year old vixens promptly began to clean up my crotch with their tongues. The casting couch may have some moral flaws in it, but there was no way these two were NOT getting cast if I had anything to say about it. I was going to cast them anyways, right? When I'd recovered, both Sienna and Skye joined me on a seat to cuddle up in a hot pile of flesh and look over the amazing view. The bright lights shone out below us in a mesmerizing pattern against the inky blackness of the valley. After a few minutes, Skye barked something into the intercom, then the limo started up again and began the slow drive back to the hotel. Skye was engaging in a tongue battle with me while Sienna's nimble fingers went to work in my lap. I was happy; and we had a good bit of time before we got back into the city. ------- The casting meeting I had with Beckett and Martin went smoothly. They agreed with most of my top choices for the various roles and of course everyone thought casting Sienna and Skye for a dual role "Tina" was a fantastic idea. I looked forward to working with them again. And so I was banished for the next week, holed up in my hotel room or my office just writing and rewriting. Andrea wasn't returning my calls, but a part of me knew to just give her time and space and we would be able to figure out a working relationship for this project we both cared about so much. I was also pleasantly distracted, as Sienna and Skye decided to thank me for my assistance in getting them their roles, which culminated in a dual blow job and sexual romp around my office. I was a Hollywood hot shot now, and I was just playing the game the way it was meant to be played in this town. In the next few weeks, in this particular state of mind, I found it amazing how much easier it was to write my callous, rugged hero. He was strong, manly, and could bed a woman and forget about her the next day, the perfect Hollywood male role. Much of the pre-production was already complete, and our shooting schedule had begun. The second team was on location filming stunts while the principals were on the studio sets. I figured it best to come down and watch how my screenplay was panning out. Andrea had returned to her normal sunny disposition, eager to recapture our old friendship while strictly avoiding any mention of our illicit kiss in Cicero's back room. One day, after a busy but fruitful day of shooting, a production assistant came up to me and informed me that Andrea needed to talk to me in her dressing room at the set. I navigated my way through the halls, eventually arriving at her door. I knocked sharply, and heard her call out "Come in!" My view was immediately taken up by the vanity table and big mirror with the row of light bulbs around it. Then some motion to my left caught my eye and I saw Andrea emerging from the bathroom, a billowing cloud of steam following her out through the door. Her dirty blonde hair looked almost brown while wet, and it was slicked straight back tight against her scalp and the back of her neck. Her violet eyes were shining in the dim light. She wore some satin-shiny robe of a very thin material that was slightly damp in spots wherever her hair dripped onto it. The lower hem of the robe barely extended below her waist, giving me a fantastic view of her long, shapely legs. Her skin was still glowing from the heat of her recent shower, and I had to fight to keep my thoughts strictly PG. She took one glance at my crotch and stated, "It's good to know I can still turn you on." Then she gestured to a comfortable La-Z-boy in the corner. "Have a seat." I sat down, watching her move, wondering what she wanted to talk about, and hoping that she was ready to stop avoiding me. She slid into the makeup chair, crossing her legs. It was too brief for me to see anything, but I got the distinct impression that she wasn't wearing anything underneath that robe. Her body was also rapidly cooling in the air, hard nipples poking out prominently through the thin fabric. I immediately started to wonder, was she doing this on purpose? "I've been avoiding you, I know. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry." "It's alright." "No, it's not. We go way back and this isn't how I'm supposed to treat an old friend. It's just that seeing you again stirred up all these old... feelings as well. Feelings I wasn't ready for." Andrea smiled, her eyes drifting off into a corner as she turned her thoughts inside her own head. "Too many fond memories." She had been the one to call me here, so I just gestured for her to continue, to say what she had to say before I jumped in. "But that was a long time ago. We both have new lives, new responsibilities. And I can't let our past ruin this movie. But I know the friendship we had can really make this project something special. That's really all I wanted to say. I just wanted to let you know that I can handle 'us' if you can." "I can handle it." "Good!" She stood up and reached her arms open. I stood up to join her and let her give me a warm, friendly hug. "It really is great that you're here." I just nodded my sentiment in return, fighting down every impulse to seize Andrea and embrace her the way we did in High School. The simple knowledge that the only thing separating me from her fantastic body was this thin, flimsy robe threatened to drive me mad. But I held it together, and we parted as friends. ------- After a month of shooting and working together on the script, I figured that we had finally made it through our connected past and be able to focus on a friendly relationship now. A part of me still wanted her, to be sure, but she was with Beckett, my BOSS. He could fire me in an instant if he knew. Andrea and I had the occasional lunch together, and hung out socially in groups. I was amazed at how confident and aristocratic she had become with her success, at times bordering on diva behavior. I came to see Andrea as a new person, different from my High School sweetheart and I no longer had such a difficult time keeping my piece in my pants around her. Sienna and Skye, on the other hand, were constantly teasing every male (and a few females) on the set, until they had most of the production crew eating out the palms of their hands. Every time I saw them they greeted me with big hugs, wet kisses, and plenty of groping. I saw it as all in good fun to play around and flirt, but it was a pain to try and make my erection go away afterwards. The best part, though, was that as actresses they proved to be spot on their marks. Every note, every emotion, every line. I knew they would be stars. After the first month of shooting, the whole production had transported to Hawaii for location shooting. The jungles of Kauai would stand in for some of the Amazon's rainforest. The air was hot and humid, and I found myself spending most of my time inside one air-conditioned trailer or another. Andrea was on take thirty of a verbal fight with her co-star, laced with sexual innuendos. Their banter had a smooth rhythm as they prodded at each other while simultaneously dropping hints of attraction, all the while internally denying that same attraction. Her khaki cargo shorts had been artificially stained to match the rigors of a jungle hike. The white tank top had become a little damp in the moist air, and clung to the curves of her body like a second skin. A dark green short-sleeved shirt hung open from throat to tails over the tank top, but concealed very little of her fit body. With her ponytail bouncing with her every movement, Andrea very much looked the part of a young, athletic adventurer. According to Andrea's character back-story, she'd had a teenage crush on the slightly older action hero, and was stubbornly trying to force him to see her as an equal adventurer now that she had grown up. She had run away from him when she was young, and was now trying to get back into his life. Meanwhile, he found himself attracted to her, despite their previous mentor-student relationship and was constantly fighting with his own inner demons about being attracted to someone he knew as a child. Forbidden love always made for the best drama. But in any case, Anton Martin, the director, was never quite happy with the scene. This was supposed to be an emotional turning point for the two stars, but the emotions and chemistry were never quite there. "Stop holding back!" he yelled at the both of them. Finally, the male lead just quit, screaming that he was sick of this and going back to his trailer. Martin sighed, and called it a day. Then he spotted me and ordered Andrea to work out the lines with me. If we had to change them, fine. But make it work. And so we were herded into Andrea's trailer with a couple copies of the script and a lot of white-out tape. I settled into a chair while she flopped onto the couch, her brow furrowed as she looked over her lines. "I don't want to do this. Can't we just take this angle out from their relationship? Just let it be like it always was?" I sighed. "You know I can't take the relationship out. The sexual tension between them is one of the big audience-pleasers in this story. Everyone wants to see them together in the end, but that means that they've got to get over their respective hang-ups first. If you've got a better scene to move that along, I'm open to suggestion." "I don't have any. I just don't... it doesn't feel right. I don't know IF I can DO this." This was really the first time I'd ever seen Andrea back down from anything. She had always been the person who could accomplish whatever she set her mind out to do. So either this role was something she couldn't handle, or there was something else in it that was bothering her. "Let's just try this line by line. Ad-lib around it. Let's just see where the scene naturally takes you and I'll do my best to keep up." "Fine... I'm a professional. I can do this." Andrea sat back upright and glared at me, doing her best to see through me to the male lead character. We zipped through the "I'm not a little girl" argument easily enough, to where the hero grudgingly conceded that she was a capable adventurer in her own right. My line: "It's just that I don't want to see you hurt." Andrea: "I won't stay behind. Not ever again." "You CAN'T come with me. We might not survive." "But I WON'T be separated from you again. I was a stupid little girl before. I thought I had all the time in the world..." And Andrea choked up for a moment, then looked away, her face contorted into an ugly frown while I watched her eyes wavering as her focus had turned inward to her own thoughts. Then she looked right at me, wild emotions swirling in her eyes as she read the next line without looking at the page. "I was lonely without realizing it. And when I saw you again, only then did I realize how much it hurt not having you around." She sniffed, holding back tears, and only when a single drop escaped and ran down her cheek did she finish the line. "I don't want to lose you again." And then, in accordance with the script, she leaned forwards and pressed her lips to mine, the first kiss between our main characters. But now my head was swimming. The same raw power of our first kiss was exploding in my head. Was Andrea still in character or was she talking directly to me? Did I really write that? Did I have Andrea in mind when I wrote that? My brow furrowed I focused on the next line before me. Maybe this confusion would just go away if I kept to the script. Andrea pulled back, looking at me curiously and I said, "Stop, stop. We can't do this. It isn't right." A half second later I realized those were the same words as my next line. She glanced at her script, grinning at the next line before looking right at me, her eyes shining. "But I want it. And I know you do too." Shakespeare it ain't. But those simple words ran right through my heart. I wanted her so badly. The buried feelings and the quiet emptiness in my heart ached for me to hold this beautiful woman before me. Here, finally, I could find a resolution to the years I spent apart from my first love. But it wasn't right. And my logical mind made one last ditch attempt to say so. I dropped my script pages to the floor, doing my best to harden my heart and then said, "But-." I didn't get any further with my objection because Andrea tackled me off of my chair to land with a thud on my back. And then all objections flew out of my head as we were kissing, praying that neither of us would suffer a crisis of conscience this time. The scripted scene more or less ended here, fading to black and letting the audience fill in the blanks themselves. But we had no intention of stopping to redo the scene. We were both in such a tremendous hurry. We had to start fucking right away before either of us could change our minds. Andrea's tongue was dipping into my mouth while I sucked on it, her upper torso crushing into my chest while her hands were busy trying to tug her adventurer's cargo shorts down. My hands were similarly focused on getting my jeans undone, until I managed to yank them to my knees. With her eyes blazing, Andrea kicked her shorts and panties off into a corner of the trailer and pulled my stiff rod up through the flap in my boxers. My eyes questioned what we were about to do, but before I could say anything, she kissed me fiercely, locked my joystick into a vertical position and then sank me into her slit as deep as I could go. She was so wet that I was completely embedded in that first thrust. Too late now to think about responsibilities or consequences. All that was left was my lust for Andrea and hers for me. Our hips were trembling against each other, overflowing with nervous energy as my rod twitched inside of her. We lay like that for a few minutes, just kissing softly and enjoying the mind-blowing sensations of being joined together with our first love. And when we finally broke for some air, Andrea just grinned at me and started to pump her hips. "We're not teenagers anymore. I hope you've improved your stamina." I just smiled right back. "I'd be happy to show you." The floor of the trailer was hard, but if my characters could do it on the rainforest dirt, we could manage. The familiar rhythms were coming back to me along with the familiar whimpers escaping Andrea's mouth. She continued bouncing in my lap, her juices pouring out of her body and soaking my boxers beneath her. I reached my hands up and past the green shirt, lifting the hem of her tank top and roughly pushing it above the bouncing orbs of her bosom. Six years had only made them rounder and fuller than I remembered them, without a trace of sag. The nipples were extended forwards, calling my fingers to tweak and squeeze at them just they way I knew she liked. Andrea gasped in response, "Oh, that's it honey..." I let one hand play upstairs and moved the other hand to rub at her budding clit. She stopped her vertical bouncing and began to just shift her hips back and forth to accommodate my questing fingers, her eyes fluttering with the jolts of energy emanating from her nether regions. I saw the telltale signs of an impending Andrea orgasm, surprised that I still remembered them. I sat up to take a breast into my mouth, suckling on the end while my other hand caressed the other. I could only hold this position for so long while continuing to manually stimulate Andrea, but only needed to hold it for a little while before she spasmed in my arms, biting down against a cry of ecstasy and flooding my lap with a new wave of her orgasmic fluids. When she came down from her high she looked right at me and smiled, relief at the release of our interpersonal tension as well as the physical release of her orgasm. I took this as my cue, and scooping her ass up in my hands I lifted her half-naked body onto the couch with her crotch half hanging off the front end. I whipped my wet boxer shorts from my feet and lined myself up at the entrance to Andrea's pleasure box, my hands on the couch as if to do a push up over her body. My feet straining on the floor to maintain traction, I eased myself downwards and forward to sheath myself in her once again. Andrea lifted her legs up to wrap around my back even as she leaned against the sofa cushions, her hips rising up to reach me and her body contorted into a tight curve like an armadillo as I leaned into her to get maximum penetration. With one hand on the armrest for balance and the other grasping at Andrea's sweaty body, I pulled back and then rammed myself forth to powerfully drill into her. Andrea wailed in unison with my grunts of exertion, her eyes tearing up as if in pain as my tempo began to increase. I was fucking her harder and harder, Andrea clutching me to her and whimpering in my ear with every thrust. "Fuck me... Fuck me!..." I intended to do just that. Her inner muscles squeezed and gripped me tightly as I carved out every nook and cranny inside of her, every scrape of the end of my shaft sending sparks of pleasure into both of our brains. Her hair had come loose and several bangs were falling over her wild eyes. Her mouth was permanently gaping open as she gasped and moaned. I felt the sweat dripping down my face and burning into my eyes, and my own grunts were joining in odd harmony with Andrea's higher pitched sounds of lust. We were pushing each other to higher and higher levels of ecstasy until we both knew we were making too much noise. I finally hit the point of no return, my hips pumping into her erratically for a few moments before I slammed in and held myself there, emptying both barrels in a single shot that slugged into Andrea's pussy, blasting a wave of hot liquids that was soon intermingled with a rushing wave of Andrea's climax roaring out to meet it. She screamed for a brief moment, so loud I nearly went deaf before she clamped down and bit my shoulder, HARD, to muffle herself. I groaned with the exertion of my release, reveling in the riotous waves I felt deep inside of her. And then we were both spent, utterly exhausted. She slumped sideways to lie across the couch and I fell atop her, my cock slipping out followed by a veritable tidal wave of fluids pouring out of her steaming pussy. WE were back. And we had another three months in Hawaii to discover each other again. ------- Chapter 2: Celebrity College, Almost Six Years Ago Andrea called me the second her plane landed in San Francisco. Already we were both crying and blubbering into the phone about how much we missed each other. She called me again the moment she got to her dorm room. I pleaded with her to come home, but we both knew that wasn't a real possibility. That first year of college I was a wreck. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. It felt like half of my soul had been ripped apart from me and I couldn't rest until I felt whole again. My grades were suffering, and I lost weight. So much for the freshman fifteen. Andrea, on the other hand, was adjusting normally. She was always the strong one. We talked to each other every night. My mom was going to have a fit over the phone bill. Andrea encouraged me, and I kept up my writing. It was an emotional outlet to let off steam. My work was far from prize-winning, but it was the one constant in my life I could depend on. Then one night, Andrea didn't call when she was supposed to. I tried calling her, but only ended up getting her answering machine. I was in a panic the whole night, dreaming up the worst possible scenarios for what had happened to her. The next evening she called me, and apologized for missing our appointment. I was too relieved to be angry with her. Then we started calling each other once a week. Then once every other week. Then every month. Then one day, she called to tell me she had a new boyfriend. We didn't talk very much after that. I longed for some closure, but it never came. Absence had made my heart grow fonder for nearly a year. But my absence had apparently just made her heart forgetful. We were in separate worlds, divided by thousands of miles. By the year's end we'd just... drifted apart. Andrea wasn't coming home that summer. She'd gotten an internship close to the school. And to top things off, since she was an only child, her parents packed themselves up and moved to California to be closer to her. So I had no hopes of her coming back home to me ever again. I sank into a depression, listening to dark and gothic music and watching Outer Limits reruns. When I got back to college for my second year, alcohol was plentiful and I rapidly turned into a morose drunk, and even tried a few recreational drugs to hide from my own existence. You should read some of the things I wrote during that period... crazy... But then, Bethany saved me. One Friday night, my friends had dragged me off to some frat party, and while they were up and about having a good time, I kept my butt planted in a couch drinking every hard liquor I could find. I was the silent, morose drunk you see skulking in the corner. The wallflower party pooper. That was fine with me. Every great writer had to go through some serious pain. I had just finished upending a bottle of tequila, draining it to the last drop. My head was thick and my vision blurry, and it took me a while to realize that I had been holding the bottle upside-down over my gaping mouth for the last five minutes with nothing coming out. I blinked and groaned, and the bottle dropped to the floor next to me with a soft toonk. I had just grabbed a fifth of vodka and unscrewed the cap when a blurry figure dropped onto the couch next to me and snatched the bottle away. I turned my head, a little too fast, and winced at the pain shooting through my temples. After a minute or two my eyes adjusted to see a pretty girl guzzling the vodka as if it were water. She must have gulped down half of it in one swig before gasping out in a hoarse breath and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I looked at her in shock. I'd never seen anyone drink like that before in my life. She handed me the bottle back and let loose a foul-smelling burp into my face. I scrunched up my nose at the stench and her eyes lit up, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as I waved away the noxious fumes. She giggled, "Sorry." She laughed a few more times, obviously wasted. "Hmm, you're kinda cute." She wasn't half-bad herself. Porcelain white complexion stood out sharply against her raven black hair and all black nightlife attire. Leather boots and a sharp black dress made her seem something of a gothic princess. She was a little bit on the chubby side, but she more than made up for it with a bodacious rack and a juicy ass. The neckline of her dress plunged sharply to show off the firmest, roundest tits I'd ever laid eyes on, full D-cups that just begged for attention. And she had bright green eyes that glowed like emeralds, and would probably have been brighter if not for the heavy layers of black mascara coating her eyes. Seemingly after hours of staring at her body, I managed to respond, "You're not half-bad yourself." She giggled again, drunkenly. Then she just grabbed my chin and leaned forwards, staring into my eyes. "I'm Bethany." And then she shoved her tongue down my throat. The pleasure shooting through me set fire to every drop of alcohol in my body. I was suddenly feeling every sensation like electricity crackling in my veins. When she finally pulled away, she licked her lips thoughtfully while gazing at me through heavy-lidded eyes. Some drunken frat boy came by and made a snide comment about her tits. In a split second she grabbed the half-full bottle and whizzing it through the air, broke the glass across his shoulder, sending glass shards and vodka flying. She grabbed my hand and unsteadily got to her feet. "Time to get out of here." ------- I woke up confused, disoriented. It took me a minute to realize where I was. In my dorm room, in my bed, with Bethany's head on the pillow next to me. What the... ? How did I get here? Did I... ? Did we... ? Then I realized that we were both naked, and cuddling in a very intimate position. Did I have sex with the second woman ever in my life? Was I betraying Andrea? How come I couldn't remember anything? Damn, I had the worst hangover. I could see clearly now for the first time in nearly a day, but my head felt like it was being split in half. I looked around the room, still empty, thankfully. My roommate and I didn't really get along, and he had gone home for the weekend to visit his parents. I remembered almost nothing of last night, not even if I'd been a good lover or not. I was more than a year out of practice, and was absolutely certain that I'd been pathetic in bed. Bethany began to stir, her head dragging along my chest until her face was right before me. Gingerly, she blinked open her eyes, and grumbled something about the place being too bright. When her eyes finally came into focus, she looked at me a little quizzically and then peeked down between her breasts to confirm that we were both completely naked. I just stared back at her, waiting for her to figure out where she was before the questions began. She kind of squinted at me, still looking rather confused. "Um... I'm sorry. I don't think I ever got your name." I told her, and then confirmed that her name was Bethany. She nodded yes, then looked around my room again in confusion. I was trying to think of something intelligent to say, but then her eyes bugged out and she was making a mad dash to my bathroom. Audible retching sounds ensued. When she returned, I found myself staring at her body as she tried to find her clothes tossed around the floor. Great tits, impossibly round and firm, with only a hint of sag. Shapely hips over a thick ass with some nice padding to it. Pleasant face. Not supermodel gorgeous but still very attractive if it weren't for that black makeup around her eyes. It was a strange paradox, she looked like a gothic vamp but right now it didn't really seem to suit her. But then nature called and I found myself limping into the bathroom to relieve myself. When I emerged Bethany was already dressed. She lifted herself up on her tiptoes and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Leaning back, she smiled at me happily. I guess maybe I wasn't so bad last night after all. "Don't worry about last night. I won't hold it against you." Last night? Was I THAT bad? "Um, well. I was pretty drunk and I don't really remember anything. What happened?" Bethany giggled, a friendly smile without hint of malice or scorn. "Don't worry about it. You were so wasted you fell asleep before we could get busy!" She kissed me again on the cheek. "I'll see you later." And before I could get her phone number or anything, she was gone. ------- Bethany came by my room that evening, rather unexpectedly. It was a Saturday and I was mired in my own depressions. I was writing a new poem that would have fit right alongside any Nine Inch Nails album. My roommate was still out, so I sat in front of my computer with the lights off, only the harsh glare of the monitor in my face. Then suddenly the door was open and Bethany was throwing her book bag onto the floor next to my bed. Without further ado she dropped into my lap and started to read what I had written. She critiqued a few lines, instantly putting me on the defensive and complaining that I had stolen a few themes from some obscure literary reference I'd never heard of. I asked her what she knew about writing and she pulled out a thick journal filled with her own self-deprecations. I should have known then that Bethany wasn't truly a girl in the midst of real personal chaos and disorder. The journal was neatly laminated and organized, with soft colors in neat printing. The words were dark and gothic, but the rest of it didn't match. We bantered back and forth for the next four hours or so, debating philosophy and the meanings behind certain phrases and verbiage. When our stomachs started growling sometime around midnight Bethany just up and ordered some pizza for us from a local late-night joint that catered to the college crowd. And then it was back to talking, debating, yelling to get our points across and laughing at our own emotional reactions. For a few hours I forgot that Bethany was this attractive woman I'd just met. She was just a smart-ass person who probably could rip me apart in a true intellectual debate. We both were finally exhausted sometime around four in the morning, and I realized that my head was threatening to fall off. We'd been sitting side by side on my bed, leaning against the wall. I blinked hard to clear out the cobwebs from my brain. Then when my eyelids opened again, the sunlight was streaming through my window blinds. My desk clock showed that it was just after seven in the morning. Not nearly enough sleeping time. I was still sitting upright, my back to the wall and my neck was stiff from being stuck in that position all night. Bethany was lying asleep next to me, her head in my lap and her arm curled around one of my legs. I had just spent the second night in a row with a girl I barely knew. Gently, I lowered myself down until I could lie across my bed, grabbing a pillow to tuck under Bethany's head as well as grabbing one for myself. And then I surrendered myself to the bliss of exhausted sleep. It was after noon when I stirred awake. I felt pleasingly comfortable, with a warm buzz running through my limbs like a relaxing massage through my muscles. When I finally got my eyes open I found that I was spooned in behind Bethany, my leg draped over hers and my free arm clutching her body to me. With a momentary thrill mixed with horror I realized my hand was cupping a very firm breast in my palm. But then I noticed that Bethany was already awake and doing nothing to remove the offending hand. She just smiled and blinked at me when she realized I was awake as well. Gradually, we woke up and per usual, she left without giving me a chance to ask for her number. But I knew I would be seeing her again. ------- Once my roommate came back Bethany no longer spent the night with me, and I found that I missed her presence in my bed. She was like a warm, living teddy bear that brought me joy in my sleep, even if there was nothing overtly sexual about it. But she still came by every night, just to hang out and talk. There was a light in her eyes when she looked at me, like glowing emeralds sparkling underneath her jet black hair. I finally got her phone number, and was mildly relieved to find she was just another student in a dorm and not some psycho chick who stalked college guys. My roommate eventually got used to her presence, referring to her as my girlfriend. This was odd in and of itself, as we hadn't done anything too sexual or beyond friendship since that first night. In a way I considered her my new best friend, albeit a female. And yet, in the back of my head I found myself yearning for more. She was smart and sassy, and devastatingly attractive to me. We spent the next few months spending a great deal of time with each other, to where even my friends and everyone else in the building thought of Bethany as my girlfriend. I'm sure she got the same from her friends and everyone else. Still, neither of us monopolized the other's time. We had our own friends and our own studies and our own interests. I found out I could be so close to someone without NEEDING them to be with me all the time. And all the while, I wished that she really was my girlfriend. I kept dropping hints here and there that I wanted to be more than friends with her, but since that first night, she'd never let out any hint that she was interested in me as anything more. So I just resigned myself to enjoy what I had. Ruining the friendship we'd formed was a risk I wasn't willing to take. For a few days I actually thought she was more into girls than guys, which would explain her lack of attraction to me. She was very touchy- feely with her girlfriends and would often drop flirty lesbian comments. I asked her about it once, to which she replied that she just liked to have a good time, male or female. Months went by as our friendship blossomed. I also noticed that as time went on, we both were listening to more contemporary music and wearing brighter clothes. She stopped wearing the dark mascara after I told her I didn't like it, and even our writings became increasingly brighter. Bethany even started to tease me that my writing work was slowly becoming that of a hopeless romantic. I hoped that she knew I was a hopeless romantic for her. By the end of the year I had erased every trace of my self- destructiveness. I stopped smoking, quit drinking (well, drinking too much), and flushed the drugs down the toilet. I even started going to the gym, although that was only because Bethany dragged me with her. In the end I realized that she had helped me back to my normal life, and I think I had done the same for her. Some people like being gothic and morose. We realized it wasn't really us. We separated for summer break at the end of that second year. Bethany's parents and her home were out of state, but she promised to keep in touch over the next few months. Surprisingly, I found that I could handle the separation quite easily. We talked on the phone occasionally, sent a few letters and emails back and forth, and chatted online. But for the most part, I spent that summer enjoying my mom's home cooking and getting my brain in gear for both my studies and my writing career. After wasting away my first two years getting depressed and then digging myself out of that depression, it was time for my life to start over. I was looking forward to the new school year. ------- Some friends and I were renting a house off-campus for the new academic year, and one of the chief benefits was my own room. I was in the midst of unpacking when I heard a knock at my open doorway. The next sight took my breath away. Bethany had been busy. Her raven black hair had a stylish flip to it, a far cry from the gothic long locks in her face look from last year. Also gone was the dark makeup, instead proving she had a clear, pretty face underneath it all, her green eyes glowing out at me. And most of all, she'd ditched all traces of her old, dark wardrobe in favor of an electric green blouse and neutral skirt that wonderfully showed off the curves of her body. Everything was accented with some tasteful jewelry. Bethany had also taken her new exercise regimen to the next level over the summer because all of that extra baby-fat she'd had before was absolutely GONE. She still had her fabulous curves and amazing rack, but my friend had transformed herself into a bona-fide babe. She just giggled a little watching me try to pick my jaw up off the floor, and then invited herself into my room. "I was going to ask 'What do you think?' but I believe I already have my answer." I finally got my tongue untwisted and managed to utter, "You look great! I mean, not that you didn't look good before, but... wow!" The light in her eyes flickered for just a moment and then she took a small breath, turning and closing the door. "So, do you find me physically attractive?" "Of course." She took a few more steps closer. Her eyes were looking straight into mine. "Good." Then she leaned forwards and experimentally tasted my lips. I was suddenly filled with the spicy-sweet flavor of her, the musky scent of her body mingled with one of Calvin Klein's love potions. It was the first time we'd kissed since that fateful frat party, almost a year ago, but all the heady emotions from that night came right back to me. The electricity running through my limbs, that warm buzz in my muscles. The fire burning in my loins. She pulled back, her eyes blazing with a lust I had never seen in her. "I think we've waited long enough, don't you?" she whispered to me. My smile was so big it nearly cracked my face open. Only in my most optimistic dreams could I ever believe we could ever be together. I had resigned myself to eternally be "The Guy Friend." I gave her a bear hug, holding her tightly to me and then backed off just enough to look her in the eyes. "God, I've wanted you. You've KNOWN I wanted you. But why didn't you tell me sooner? We could have gotten together MONTHS ago!" She glanced down, her cheeks filling with a cherry redness in embarrassment. "I wasn't ready yet. I didn't like me, and I didn't think I was good enough for you. I was angry at nothing, and I was dark and pessimistic. And I felt fat. Oh, I know you never minded but I knew I could be in better shape. And I wanted to wait until I was happy with me before we could really get together." I couldn't argue with the results. Bethany was quite pretty to begin with. But now she was absolutely gorgeous. I started to say something, but she silenced me by pressing her lips to mine. When she backed away, her eyes were glittering. "Just shut up. Let's DO this already!" The next thing I knew I'd pulled her on top of me on my bed and her tongue was carving out the back of my throat. I remember thinking that this had to be a dream, and I never wanted to wake up. And in that moment all the latent attraction for my friend I'd been storing for the past year came boiling to the fore, and I became the aggressor. With a burst of energy I flipped us over, Bethany's eyes going wide in momentary surprise before I leaned down to devour her mouth with my own. My hard-on was grinding into her hip as I ripped my shirt over my head, my torso already sweating from passionate heat. Her eyes smoldered a dark green as her fingers fumbled at her blouse, stripping the buttons as fast as she could to reveal a black satin bra that was accomplishing nothing but outlining the roundness of her breasts. She broke away for a moment to reach under her back to slip the catch on her bra and then flipped up the cups, letting my wild-eyed gaze drink in the perfection of female flesh before me, the same perfection I had dreamed of for nearly a year. I had to taste them, and with my lips and tongue bathing those globes of heaven, Bethany tossed her head side to side, whimpering in pleasure. Meanwhile, I managed to drag her skirt and panties off her feet to drop them on the floor, finding that neatly-trimmed junction between her legs wet and juicing out of control. Desperate to taste her I slid down the bed in a hurry, and then before she could utter a protest ducked my head down and sank my tongue into that slice of heaven. She cried out at my sudden intrusion, a sound not unlike a wail of pain before devolving into breathy whimpers. My fingers and tongue and lips were nibbling and caressing and pressing and thrusting all in a wild frenzy until she came with a shuddering shriek, coating the bottom half of my face with her spicy-sweet nectar. It was Bethany's turn to be the aggressor as soon as she recovered from orgasm; she pushed me onto my back and then dragged my own shorts off, revealing my hardness at full mast. She sucked the entirety of my thick shaft into her mouth in a single gulp, bobbing her entire head upon it a couple of times and coating the sensitive skin in a thick layer of saliva. Then sitting up, she pulled her arms out of the open blouse and dropped it onto the floor, whipping the hanging bra off as well and tossing it into a far corner, leaving us both completely naked. Then, after giving my rod one last lick, she straddled my hips and plunged my rod into her pussy with a forceful thrust, a loud moan escaping her lips to accompany my penetration. She was so incredibly tight, only a few inches went in on that first plunge. Still moaning, she gritted her teeth and worked her way back down, getting in a couple of more inches. Hungry and desperate for more, she kept straining downwards and corkscrewing her hips until she had me completely embedded inside of her. She sighed and relaxed, momentarily exhausted from the effort and just leaned forwards to bury her head on the pillow next to me. I held Bethany in my arms, luxuriating in the warm glow of being inside of her, only the second woman of my life. We lay there for a few minutes, unmoving save for a few twitches in our hips, just content with what we were finally sharing with each other. I could not believe this was really happening. And yet at the same time, it felt completely natural, as if this is how we were meant to be together. I could only regret not doing this before. But at the same time, I was very happy that we had not turned our first night together into a one night stand. The waiting had made this moment all the more delicious. Bethany sat up, the same contented look on her face. And then her hips started to MOVE. I felt every nerve ending spasming little bursts of pleasure all the way up into my brain, and then my hips were bucking upwards, repeatedly pressing me into her even as she thrust right back at me, her tits bobbing with every push. We were both moaning and groaning with the feeling, every thrust accompanied by a grunt of pleasure from me and a low moan from her. Bethany was mumbling, "Fuck me... fuck me, baby..." in time with our thrusts, her hands on her own round tits as her hips undulated in my lap. Her eyes shut tightly to focus inwards on the sensations coming from loins. All too soon I began to feel the pressure building in my loins as my balls readied themselves to burst. I fought back the urge to explode, painful memories of my own pathetic sexual endurance from High School bouncing around in my head. But Bethany held no such restraint; more and more fluids were pouring out of her, lubricating our union until she was pistoning atop me as fast as she could go. I sat up, burying my head in the valley of her bosom, the hot flesh searing against my cheek while I wrapped my arms around her back. My legs and hips trembled with the strain of holding myself back, waiting for just the right moment. Her chanting "Fuck me..." was getting faster and faster in tempo, the pitch rising from a low moan up to a whimpering cry of "Come on! Fuck me baby!" And then Bethany stopped, her body freezing with her hips thrust down upon me, her back and neck arched with her head flung back as she let loose a howl of pleasure. And when the wave of her climax hit me I finally let myself go. Erupting my white lava into her tunnel we both felt the fireworks of our orgasms exploding inside Bethany's pussy. With every muscle twitching, we held each other tightly as the ripples of joy shot through both of our bodies. The waves rolled and rolled over me, threatening to sink me into the oblivion of unconsciousness. And then Bethany ran out of breath, and her climax subsided and we fell back against the bed, Bethany gasping and panting into my ear while I rubbed her back and her naked ass. We had done everything right. We had built up a solid friendship and gotten to know each other over the course of a year. We had done away with our inner demons until we were happy with ourselves, and could devote ourselves to building the relationship. Our feelings for each other may not have been as white hot as love-at-first-sight, but they would certainly burn longer. In that moment, I knew and believed that we would be together forever. ------- Our fourth year at school, Bethany and I were so close that we got an apartment together. Our relationship had only flourished in the past few months, and my parents adored her. Her parents were kind of iffy on me, but Bethany said that her parents had never liked any of her boyfriends, except for the one who wanted to be a doctor. School was winding down, and we both had jobs lined up in town. This of course made me a bit happier, Bethany's critical parents lived out of the state. The next thing I knew, Bethany and I were going on a dinner and a movie date, with Andrea's new movie as the main attraction. I detected no jealousy, just the idle curiosity one gets when they're loosely connected to a production. Bethany seemed genuinely pleased with Andrea's success. She said she couldn't wait to tell her friends that her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend had lunch with Tom Cruise last week. The movie turned out to be fantastic, and I found that Andrea had grown up to be sexy as hell. Bethany apparently thought so as well. She said that Andrea had such a pretty face that even she felt tempted to kiss her. I had an instant boner at that thought, and Bethany just laughed and dragged me home so she could put it to good use. We lived together, keeping things casual and enjoying each other's company without the hassles of marriage or expectations inherent in that kind of a relationship. We were roommates joined at the hip. We were great friends with fantastic benefits. And a lot of affectionate love. Two years later, I sadly left Bethany behind to follow my Hollywood dreams. She understood and hoped I would make it. We both realized a large separation would doom our relationship, but I had to follow my dreams and Bethany said she would always be there for me if I needed her. At the airport, she gave me a long kiss goodbye, and whispered, "You never know where the future will take you." I should have known that Bethany wasn't the type to just let the future run its course. She was the type to MAKE something happen. I should have known that I'd be seeing her again. ------- HAWAII, TODAY My three months shooting "The Amazon" in Hawaii was in some ways the best time of my life. The movie was actually on schedule and under budget (if you can believe it), the cast was happy with the script, and Andrea was absolutely fantastic. The only complications came in trying to hide our relationship from the rest of the crew. Andrea was still technically with Beckett, an arrangement that would NOT change until production was finished and he was no longer her executive producer. We had a cover for our outwards affection in that we were old friends, and our location shooting meant there were minimal paparazzi hanging around. We snuck into each other's trailers and stole quickies wherever we could, the thrill and excitement of the sneaking around only adding to our blossoming lust. She tried to avoid getting into the physical side of her relationship with Beckett, but sacrifices had to be made. I did my best to contain any jealousy I would have over the thought of the egotistical producer fucking Andrea. But also since Andrea had not completely separated from Beckett, I had yet to tell Bethany about the new developments, and hiding this tore me apart. I had spent years never keeping a single secret from Bethany, and here was this life-changing event that I couldn't share with anyone. So you can imagine my surprise when the shoot finished, and I returned to my Hollywood hotel room to find Bethany waiting for me. Bethany leaped into my arms, kissing me fiercely as soon as I came through the door. I wasn't about to ask how she got inside. Damn she was a gorgeous as ever, and I knew that I had truly been a lucky man to be with her. But now I was with Andrea, right? My first true love. The person I was fated to be with... But then Bethany's tongue was carving the inside of my mouth while she moaned in obvious arousal. Oh hell, this was so much easier when Bethany was in another state. But Andrea was still screwing Beckett. So when she pulled back and cheerily asked, "Did you miss me?", all I could answer was "Absolutely." "Good, because I've been horny for months!" She leaned forwards and sucked my lower lip into her mouth, nibbling before pulling my shirt over my head. I sputtered and tried to regain control of my body, and once she had gotten me topless I exclaimed, "Wait! Hey, didn't we break up?" "Well, yeah, technically." And then her right hand delicately caressing and prodding my crotch, even as her left hand tugged at the hem of her shirt. "Does that mean you want me to stop?" My erection popping up in her palm made the decision for me. I wouldn't be able to turn her down without raising all sorts of questions about "Why?" Questions I didn't want to answer right now. So I slipped my hands beneath the waistband of her skirt, gripping her round asscheeks and let myself be delighted to find that she'd already removed her panties. We continued kissing for a few minutes just squeezing each other before I just hooked an arm under her legs, sweeping Bethany off her feet and carrying her over to my bed. After flopping us both down, I ripped open her skirt to find her already damp, and before she realized it I had buried two fingers into her, causing a breathy gasp and a sudden disconnection of consciousness as her body reacted to my intrusion. In a moment, she brought her eyes back to mine, twinkling a bright green as she crossed her arms down to pull her sweater over her head. She'd also had the foresight to remove her bra before I came, and those big round melons burst forth, wobbling erotically and already tipped with sharp, hard nipples. I was making love to a goddess. I made a move to give her a little oral pleasure, but she just tugged at my arms and motioned to my jeans. "Forget it. I can't wait any longer for you." Damn I missed Bethany. Grinning from ear to ear, I shucked my jeans, leaving us both completely naked, and vaulted myself onto the bed and on top of her, my lips crushed against hers and my chest pressed up against her perfect bosom. Her hand was immediately between my legs, directing my cock until she had me where she wanted me, and then she was pressing her hands down on my ass to tug my shaft inside of her. Her eyes flew open as the rod glided in, incredibly tight friction with her inner walls lubricated with her excitement. Her mouth was open and she was already moaning out how big it was and how filled she felt. She pulled her knees up to her chest before hooking her feet behind my neck, plunging me even deeper into her womb. And then her legs muscles were flexing and her hips were bucking against mine and we were fucking like a smooth running steam engine. I scooped her juicy ass into my palms to hold her off the bed, swinging her hot body against my pistoning hips. She watched enraptured at the thick pole splitting her wide open while my eyes were focused on those round tits bouncing back and forth. She grinned as she watched my face contort with the feelings running through my body, her hands going to her own breasts to tweak and caress them, knowing I would be even more turned on watching her fondle herself. Her legs tugged tightly against my shoulders as she endeavored to bang herself against me harder and harder, desperate to feel everything she could possibly feel after missing me for so many months. Bethany's whole chest started vibrating, her moans being interrupted by staccato bursts of breath as she neared her climax, and eventually the vibrations made their way down to her hips to pound across my cock. It was everything I could do to hold on until she finally came, her legs crossing and threatening to strangle me, her hips spasming for more than a minute before her body relaxed. By the time she stopped thrashing against me every shred of control I had left was gone. She had no sooner gone limp than my own hips were spasming and I was about to let myself go. Bethany legs dropped to the bed and then she scrambled onto her stomach, slurping my bulging baton into her mouth just as I blasted off. I looked down to see her cheeks caving in with every suck upon me, her throat rippling as she drank down every last drop. She swallowed everything I had to give her, and even when I'd finished she kept sucking away. "Uh, I think I'm done for the moment." She popped off just long enough to say, "You're not done until I say you're done." And then she was licking and caressing and sucking me back towards erection. She directed me back to lie down on the bed, and I let all of my muscles relax as I sank down into the plush comforter, my muscle focus on the appendage between my legs. Bethany kept slurping and nuzzling it back to life, and presently spun around into a sixty-nine. I took a moment to reach forwards and play with her round tits before shifting my neck and leaning forwards to taste her nectar. Languidly, we rubbed and licked at each other, just relaxing and enjoying the pleasure until I was ready for another round. Once I was hard enough for her, Bethany crawled to lie down next to me on the bed, turning her back and snuggling in until we were spooned together nicely, her head pillowed on my arm while my other hand wrapped around, brushing between the valley of her breasts. Bethany reached between her legs to guide my erection, and I slipped into her easily. This had been one of our favorite positions over the years, just relaxing while snuggled together, our hips barely moving while I reached my fingers down to play with her clit. Bethany moaned and rubbed her back against me, sinking herself into the warmth of our embrace and whimpering every now and again while I played with her. I could last forever like this, with just enough stimulation to stay hard but not enough to push me over. Bethany on the other hand was bucking and twitching towards a new orgasm, my fingers doused in her honey and rubbing her towards ecstasy. After twenty minutes of slowly making love Bethany's body went rigidly still, and then she was sighing and sinking back against my body as the climax swept through her. I closed my eyes in contented rapture, just enjoying the tremors of her inner walls vibrating against my shaft embedded in her. But then her hips were moving to pull off of me, and I felt her hot hand wrap around my rod as she redirected it, pressing the hard head against the crack of her ass. My eyes flew open again as she positioned me just right and then began to push her hips back at me, her hand reaching back to grab my ass and pull me towards her. We had only done this a handful of times, but I covered my surprise and simply grabbed onto Bethany's hips to tug her towards me as my dick began to spear its way into Bethany's asshole, still coated in many layers of her pussy juice. She grunted out with the exertion, forcing her way past the pain. "I want to feel you everywhere in me." I was only to happy to oblige. With a sudden pop the crown burst through the tight sphincter, and then my senses were burning alive with the dry heat of pleasure setting my cock on fire. Quickly Bethany was groaning at my intrusion and thrusting her hips back against me as my body automatically heaving forwards to push my way all the way inside of her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pinned her entire body against me before jerking the both of us around until I was on my back and Bethany was laying on my chest, her tits pointing to the ceiling and my hips thrusting upwards to impale her body on my dick. She was screaming at me to fuck her and to split her ass wide open while my abdominals burned with the sustained effort of thrusting upwards, and then I was finally spewing my load into her, filling her bowels with my spunk before I just blacked out from the pleasure. ------- I awoke to find the sunlight streaming in through the window. I was covered by a sheet, alone on my bed. For a moment I wondered if last night had been but a dream. But then Bethany came around the corner, fully dressed and scolding me to go take a shower and get cleaned up. An hour later, we were having breakfast in the hotel restaurant, finally catching up with each other. Home had been the same old same old for Bethany, except for missing me terribly. There had been some slimy manager hitting on her for the past two months that I wasn't around, and she was only too happy to be out on vacation. Bethany knew from our previous phone conversations that Andrea and I had become good friends once again, just not HOW good of friends we'd become. Also, since the movie had just wrapped, I received my last paycheck and been given some connections for where to spend that money, specifically on getting a house and a new car. Remember in Hollywood, it's who you know. More good news came in the form of a studio contract to write my next film script for them, which guaranteed my career. One script can be a fluke. Two means you're a Hollywood writer. I had made it. Bethany had abruptly requested her vacation time and told me that she could be in town for only a week. She could handle moving the rest of her life here to be with me soon after that. She knew that I had made it in Hollywood when I told her about the contract, and already in her head she was organizing how and when to come back and stay with me permanently. I guess she had figured on us getting back together. I rationalized that I still had some time to talk to both Andrea and Bethany to figure things out before any permanent changes were made. Meanwhile, Bethany wanted to pick up my new car and to go house hunting. And so, off we went. She hadn't been this excited since we'd first hooked up in college. While Bethany wanted me to at least THINK about a family car, now that we had a financial future, we settled on the new Euro-elite convertible. The lease would be up in three years anyways, and I sure as hell wasn't getting married in the near future. We made plans to head up into the Hollywood Hills later that afternoon and talk to some realtors, but right after driving off in my new car, Andrea called my cell phone to make a lunch date in Westwood. She didn't know that Bethany had come to town. With as much sincerity in my voice as possible, and with Bethany urging me on, I let Andrea know that Bethany had come to visit for the week and wouldn't lunch be a good time to finally meet each other? Andrea definitely sounded surprised, but she covered it well. She was an Oscar caliber actress after all. Surely she'd be able to hide our fling once she actually met Bethany. We set a location and a time, and then headed back to the hotel so Bethany could find the right thing to wear. ------- I valet parked the car, feeling very pleased with myself I might add, and then strolled into the restaurant. I was surprised to find Roger Beckett at the table with Andrea, turning our little lunch party into a double date. They stood up and greeted the both of us like old friends. After gushing predictably over meeting a movie star, Bethany realized that Andrea was just a normal woman and started to settle down. The two of them were very friendly with each other, bonding over jokes at my expense and threatening to swap stories guaranteed to make me blush. Beckett ribbed me about how I could have broken up with such a beautiful woman, and I just nodded, keeping my plastic smile in place to cover my extreme nervousness. Part of that was helped by my slightly simmering anger. Since we'd broken up, it wasn't exactly my right, but I had to restrain myself from reaching across and strangling Beckett as he ogled Bethany's bulging tits. The rest of the lunch proceeded smoothly. Conversation was easy, and everyone was friendly, although I caught Andrea glancing at me with some concern from time to time. After Beckett gave Bethany his card and told her to call him if she ever needed anything, Bethany and I went off to do some house hunting. "So, what do you think?" I asked Bethany once we'd gotten back to the car. I pulled into traffic and headed for the 405. She was zoning out into space, her gaze out the window but not focused on anything in particular. "She's still got a thing for you." There was a trace of concern in Bethany's voice, but she appeared to be fine. "What? No she doesn't. We're just friends." "Yes. She does." Bethany smiled at me. "Takes a woman to see it. I don't blame her. That Beckett guy is an ass." Well, I could agree with the Beckett part. "Maybe, but he's what got this movie made. No Beckett, then no action flick, no Andrea, no script for me, no money, and we'd still be back home looking for our next apartment and in my beat up Toyota." "Was it really so bad when we were together in the Toyota?" I couldn't say anything. Bethany went silent for a moment, and I studied the directions to the Real Estate broker we were visiting. "Has she made a move on you yet?" "What?" "Has she come onto you yet? The woman is in love with you." "No! Well... maybe... how can you tell?" Now Bethany was looking at me very closely. Her face was slightly scrunched into a frown, but she didn't seem angry or anything else. "I knew this could happen... Have you fucked her yet?" "WHAT?" "Please, I already know. I can see it in her, and I can see it in you. I knew that you and her were a possibility, the whole first love of your life thing and... it's... okay... I guess. But answer the question. Have you two had sex?" My head was spinning as I tried to sort out the right thing to say. I nearly sideswiped the car next to me before swerving back into my own lane. I glanced at Bethany for a moment. She was just staring at me intently. If nothing else, Bethany had been my best friend for five years. I believed she already had her answer, and was just waiting for me to confirm it. "Yeah... we did. But she's still with Beckett." Bethany just turned in her seat and smirked to herself, staring sullenly at the dashboard. "Hollywood..." She made it sound like a dirty word. Then she looked up and pointed at a freeway sign. "Hey, you're going to miss our exit." The next two hours were REALLY weird. We met with the realtor and Bethany did almost all the talking. She never mentioned Andrea again and we went about house hunting as if nothing had ever happened. We were standing in a one-story contemporary, very tastefully decorated and with all the modern bells and whistles. The house was built into a cliff and featured an amazing view of the city below. The realtor's cell phone rang, and she excused herself to go outside for a moment as Bethany and I stood side by side looking over the cityscape. As soon as the realtor went out the front door, Bethany launched herself at me, kissing me with as much passion and feeling as I had ever experienced from her. I was in shock, barely kissing back until Bethany shoved her tongue down my throat and then I was returning the kiss, my fears momentarily gone as I just held her in my arms. Our welcome back fuck aside, Bethany and I had made no real conversation about getting back together. But I just felt so good holding her to me. When we broke for air, Bethany leaned forwards and rubbed her nose against mine. "I love you. Nothing can change that." I just pressed Bethany's head to my shoulder, hugging her tightly. My thoughts drifted to Andrea, who would probably still be waiting for me to rejoin her. I was in love with two different women. You might think this could be a good thing... but I felt like I was in hell. The house was almost perfect, but we didn't want to make a hasty decision. My mood didn't help my disposition, either. We let the realtor know that we were going to keep looking, but that there was a good chance we'd be back on this one. She stressed that it was a "hot property" and could get "snapped up any day now" and basically tried to shoehorn us into signing an offer right then and there. But we sidestepped the sales pitch and went on our way, seeing a few more homes before catching dinner and returning to my hotel room. I never brought up the subject of Andrea for the rest of the day, and neither did Bethany. We just acted normally as if we had never been apart, but I knew that "the conversation" was coming later. I poured us a few drinks, better make mine a double, and then we sat down on the couch together. "Tell me everything," Bethany ordered me. So I told her. ------- I lay awake almost all night, Bethany's sleeping head pillowed on my shoulder, just staring at the ceiling in the dark. I was still in shock, not sure whether to be delighted or concerned. Even though I thought I knew my ex-girlfriend, she had taken me totally by surprise. I explained everything, especially the emotions that went into my encounters with my first love. And then Bethany had given me free permission to continue seeing Andrea. It wasn't exactly her permission to give, but she managed to communicate that she was fine with letting me go. I told her about Sienna and Skye, and she said she was fine with them too. We had broken up, I had no responsibilities to Bethany to remain faithful. It sounded too reasonable. I still didn't believe her. Bethany told me that she loved me, unconditionally, and that I was free to do what made me happy. Hollywood plays by a different set of rules. Sex is just sex. I was lonely, she wasn't around, and nobody got hurt. Even she thought she'd be hard pressed to turn down a pair of beautiful blonde twins. I still wasn't sure if she meant male or female. And Andrea, especially, was unfinished business. Our relationship had never had any real closure, and I'd never gotten completely over her. Bethany decided that if she tried to compete with Andrea, it would only lead to me hurting one or the other girl. Best to let my lust (love?) for Andrea run its course and see where it took us. Bethany was truly open to seeing how my relationship with Andrea went. If things didn't work out, Bethany would welcome me back easily. If I found I was still in love with Andrea, then it was better to find out now rather than have us break up or get a divorce years down the road because I never had a resolution with my first love. It was a shockingly rational way of looking at things, and seemed like a win-win situation for me to be in. But Bethany was taking a big risk on me. All Bethany asked was for me to grant her the same open honesty, trust, and understanding that she was giving me. That in and of itself made me a little wary and tense. What was Bethany going to do? Was she going to go out and find herself a fling or two? But I had to trust her. I had to take her graciousness and generosity at face value and stop worrying about getting the bullet in the back. I had to trust the girl I fell in love with through college to be smart and honest with me. And I had to be smart and honest with her in return. I forced my mind to think this way. To come to that resolute decision. I had to believe it would work. Meanwhile, I was not yet Andrea's boyfriend, which meant that I was just a single guy with a hot babe who wanted to screw his lights out. I was so stressed out I was up all night. ------- I had returned to my office on Monday, bags under my blood-shot eyes as I tried to focus on my computer monitor. Beckett had sent me an email ordering me to join him in his office for a meeting that afternoon. I was already dreading it. He had talked with the studio heads and was pushing me to develop the script for his next project. I didn't know what it was just yet. I let out a big yawn and leaned the chair back, stretching its springs to the limit, half ready to go to sleep. I thought I heard a sharp knock penetrate the fog around my brain, and as I sat up I heard the knock again, coming from my door. "Uh, come in!" My eyes flew open as Skye poked her head in the door. Her model-pretty face cast a piercing gaze upon me, her icy blue-grey eyes and blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail that reminded me of the Terminatrix from T3. She took a quick glance around and then turned away, whispering something to someone behind her. Then she slid into my office without another word, gliding towards me before perching on my side of the desk, between me and my monitor. She had a loose button down blouse with the sleeves rolled up over a white tank top and a navy blue miniskirt that flexed with her toned legs, and the skirt was riding up dangerously high as she sat down just inches away from me. Sienna followed her in, a warmer smile on her face as she slinked across the room around the desk and sat next to her sister, wearing a matching outfit in electric reds with the same hair and same piercing eyes. They both had color-coordinated heels to complete the ensemble. I closed my gaping mouth, my eyes darting back and forth between them, unsure of where to look. My body already knew what to do though, and despite my exhaustion, I felt my shorts getting tighter. Bethany's words of encouragement to go ahead and enjoy myself were buzzing in my head. As usual, Sienna spoke first, a big grin on her face. "Hello, Mr. Writer! We missed you." Her accent made every syllable absolutely intoxicating. Then Skye, in the same voice, "You look so tired." And she slipped off the desk, settling in behind me, her strong hands kneading at my shoulders. "Perhaps we can help you relax." Sienna rotated my chair so that I was directly pointed at her. "Ah... relax. That sounds like a good idea," she stated, in response to Skye. The twin voices made me feel like I was hearing things in stereo. "You don't mind if I get more comfortable too, do you?" "No, of course not." As the blood exited my tired head and began to fill in my crotch, the fog actually began to clear as I realized my situation. We were all just playing a game, and I was about to get laid. I was still a free man. Sienna seemed to recognize my new confidence, and she just smiled before going to the lower buttons of her blouse. After quickly unbuttoning she tugged the blouse off and lifted the tank top over her head, tossing them both over my monitor. Her firm breasts were wonderfully posed in some of Victoria's Secret's finest, and then she was lowering the skirt into a puddle on the floor before sitting back on the desk. Sienna just grinned at me as she licked the fingers of her right hand before lowering it between her legs, slipping underneath the lace panties and very obviously rubbing. As Sienna sighed in self-pleasure, Skye took to undressing me, removing my shirts first before turning around to undo the clasp of my pants and lowering everything to the floor, leaving my naked ass in the desk chair. Skye then stood up and began to undress herself, much the same way that Sienna had. I sat in place, letting the girls set the pace while fighting the urge to start whacking off at the sight before me. Sienna crept off the desk and reached back to unclasp her bra, spilling those perfect tits out into the open and leaning in to let me feed upon them. My lips and tongue circled the hard nipples and suckled gently, and Sienna moaned happily in response. Skye meanwhile had stripped down to her underwear, then knelt down to suck my rigid cock into her mouth. All last traces of sluggishness fled my body as I felt every nerve ending in my dick come alive. And I was already overwhelmed by the pleasure such that I couldn't even respond when I heard a new knock at my door. Everyone froze, Sienna standing up and trying to stand behind my chair, Skye popping her head off and still kneeling, turning around to look at my door. My head was still swirling from Skye's blowjob, and I could not yet speak, not even to ask who was there. The knock came again, Skye looking at me now to see if I could answer, but then I realized that the door was still unlocked and it was actually turning. Sienna was half naked behind me, Skye was in only a bra and panties and I was completely naked in my chair. As the door swung open I only hoped that the desk would provide some measure of modesty. Then Bethany came in through the door, poking her head around to see if I was in before taking in the scene before her eyes. Recognizing the situation, she quickly slipped inside and closed the door, locking it with finality. She was still facing the door when she turned her head around, a twinkle in her eye. "Hey, baby. Who are your friends?" My cock was rapidly deflating in Skye's hands. I just gulped and looked at the twins, then back to Bethany. "Uh, this is Sienna and Skye," I said, pointing at one twin then the other. "I believe I've told you about them before. Girls, this is my old friend Bethany." The twins looked at each other for a moment, unsure of how to react. Bethany just crossed over to my couch, a wide grin on her face as she was already undoing the clasp to her jeans and settling in on the cushion. "Please, don't stop on my account." This was freaky. But you know how I like freaky. Sienna arched an eyebrow at me, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips and then she was gently pressing down on the back of Skye's head, directing her sister to resume her amazing blowjob. Once I was again panting with desire and pleasure at Skye's wet tongue and tight lips bouncing in my lap, Sienna leaned down to plant a fat kiss on my lips, her eyes staring at Bethany the entire time. Bethany for her part had a hand down her jeans and was just watching us intently, a goofy smile on her face. Her eyes were fluttering with self-induced pleasure as she masturbated while watching us, her torso heaving with every breath, causing her D-cups to jiggle erotically. Sienna whispered into my ear, "Your friend has a very nice body. I think I'll have a taste." And she sauntered over towards my ex- girlfriend, who merely stared at this topless blonde coming right at her. Bethany made no moves to resist nor assist as Sienna climbed into Bethany's lap, straddling her hips and leaning forwards to kiss her gently. Bethany had shown a few lesbian tendencies in our relationship on but this was beyond my wildest dreams, watching her frenching with another gorgeous woman. Sienna helped Bethany out of her v-neck top, then unsnapped the bra before lowering her lips down to suckle at Bethany's fantastic tits. She kept working her way lower until she came down to Bethany's jeans, tugging both them and the panties down and off her legs, leaving my girlfriend buck naked on the couch. I nearly blew my load when I saw Sienna lean forwards and begin to lap at Bethany's trimmed pussy. Skye didn't want to miss out on seeing the action, and her blue-grey eyes were twinkling as I watched the idea form in her head. So she stood up and stripped off her remaining underwear, and directed my hips to the very front of my chair. She then turned around, straddled my legs, and squatted herself down, guiding my erection into her steaming pussy from behind. Skye's body shuddered as she felt me sliding into her, and once we had bottomed out she leaned forwards to brace her arms against the edge of the desk in front of us, using her legs to lift herself off of me and drop back down in a comfortable rhythm. Together we fucked while both of us focused our attention on the heady moans and wet slaps of flesh coming from my couch. Bethany had pulled Sienna up onto the couch with her, spinning her around and shredding Sienna's panties, and finally all four of us were completely naked. She spun her around until they were lying across the couch in a fantastic lesbian sixty-nine. Long tongues arching into pussies and hot hands rubbing at hotter tits. All of this was too much for me to handle, sitting in my chair fucking Skye while watching Sienna and Bethany going at it. And with one hand tweaking Skye's nipples and the other diddling her clit, I began to spurt my juices inside of her, setting Skye off into a climax of her own. Her inner muscles were contracting tightly against me even as our hips were shaking. I was spasming out of control as I bucked sharply against Skye's ass and then my butt lost its grip on the chair and it was rolling away from us, dumping me onto my backside with Skye crying out as she fell back with me. I landed hard, my shaft having slid backwards a couple of inches as I fell down first, and then Skye screamed out when her body fell against my crotch, my dick spearing deeply back into her with the force of our fall. And then we were panting and groaning trying to catch our breath and calm down our racing hearts from the momentary surprise. Bethany and Sienna were both giggling at our predicament. And they slipped off the couch to help us back up. Well, help Skye back up. She was worn out from the force of her orgasm, and while Sienna was fanning her face to keep her awake, Bethany was already nuzzling my sleeping soldier, working to revive him for another battle. When she had gotten me to being semi-hard, she slipped the fleshy globes of her breasts around my cock and was rubbing me gently in that hot valley. She looked up into my eyes, momentarily drawing my attention away from what was going on between her tits, murmuring "if you're a good boy you'll get to fuck me in the ass tonight..." Sienna was suddenly next to Bethany, whispering to her "he has already been such a good boy to us. I think I should be rewarding him right now." And so Sienna swept off half of my desk, dumping papers and staplers and the like into a heap on the floor, then lay flat on her back across the desk, her hips hanging off the edge while Bethany helped me up, guiding me to stand between Sienna's spread legs. I was rock hard again and slipped my meat directly into Sienna's gushing pussy, shifting around to coat as much of her natural lubrication on me as possible. She was whimpering in anticipation, and when I pulled out and redirected my rod to her other hole, Sienna's whole body trembled as she watched me begin to lean forwards. Bethany's eyes went wide as saucers watching us go at it. The head nudged into Sienna's opening, stretching her wide and causing Sienna to throw her head back and rest it on my desk as her sensations were focused in on me splitting her ass wide open. And as the rest of me began to sink inch by inch into her, Sienna was gasping out in ecstasy, "so full... so full... so- AHH!" Her last word jumped in volume and pitch as I suddenly thrust all the way in, my hips slapping into Sienna's ass with a wet slap. And then Bethany was sucking and rubbing at Sienna's tits as I pulled back just a bit and then rammed my way forwards once again. The three of us kept up this fucking and sucking for a few minutes, Bethany and Sienna exchanging sloppy wet kisses full of saliva and pussy nectar back and forth. Bethany had been rubbing at Sienna's gaping pussy while I reamed out Sienna's ass, and then was feeding Sienna her own juices off of Bethany's hand. After a time, Skye was back on her feet, and tugging Bethany over to the couch so she could get a taste of my ex-girlfriend. I felt a strange sense of déjà vu watching them sixty-nine, as I had seen almost exactly the same sight less than an hour ago with the other twin. As for that other twin, Sienna had come to a shrieking second orgasm of this particular fuck, my fingers rubbing at her nub. This was apparently a girl who really liked to be buggered. Her ass was clamping down on me and I felt her climax through the thin inner walls, such a tight pressure and heat that I could feel pushing me over the edge. I leaned down over Sienna's body, my hands holding a death grip on the cheeks of Sienna's ass as my body was jerking back and forth, and I sucked an upright tit into my mouth, squeezing down with my lips harshly as I felt myself overload and blow, my cum exploding into Sienna's ass. A few jerky thrusts later, my whole body deflated, and I collapsed onto Sienna's sweaty, hot body, her bosom making a very comfortable pillow. My spent cock slipped out of her ass, followed by a small river of cum and female nectar. I turned my head, and Bethany was smiling contentedly as Skye was kissing her neck, nuzzling her softly as only another woman can. Our eyes connected, and I knew then that Bethany had no regrets, no accusations. Damn I loved Hollywood. ------- After the twins had cleaned up and left, Bethany stayed to talk to me and make plans for the rest of the week. I still had a meeting with Beckett in an hour, so we just grabbed a couple of sandwiches and ate them in my office. She reassured me of her intentions, and her willingness to return home if that's what made me happy. She even helped me plan a date with Andrea, before she left to return to our hotel room. At the appointed hour, I was knocking on the double doors to Beckett's posh office. I heard him cursing "Shit, it's already two?!" There was the sound of some scuffling, and then after thirty seconds or so a belated "Come!" I opened the door to see Sienna and Skye lounging together on a nearby couch, a much nicer couch than mine I might add. They were both flushed and breathing heavily, and then I noticed that Beckett was as well. Either these girls were very focused on laying down their network of "connections" in this town, or they were just absolute nymphomaniacs. Perhaps both. I wiped a knowing grin off my face, and Skye broke character to grin with me, before we launched off into the meeting. When the girls didn't leave I started to realize what this new project was about. They were already booking the studio space, and all it needed was the right script. Beckett explained that we were already developing a spin-off from "The Amazon", a showcase movie just for the twins. "They're going to be stars!" he exclaimed. I couldn't agree more. And so we began to work our way through some of the plot ideas, several of which had already been tossed around by the studio execs. It took a few minutes for me to realize that I would be spending another few months in close contact with the girls. My mouth dropped open at my good fortune as they leered at me, twinkles in both of their eyes. I only hoped that I wouldn't get dehydrated. ------- After the meeting I called up Andrea. She had been decidedly distant ever since she found out Bethany had come to Hollywood, and I wanted to reassure her that nothing had changed between us since Hawaii. I was obsessed with her, and I wanted to see her. She had so many questions, and I promised that I'd answer them over dinner. We made a date for that evening. I picked Andrea up from her mansion in Malibu. She was stunning as always, her hair piled up and back in some complicated coif that as beautiful as it was complex. She wore sparkling jewelry that was probably worth more than I made in a year, and a stylish black cocktail dress that was simultaneously flattering to her figure and suitable for a nice, but not formal date. The dress was backless, with a high halter around her neck, and the sides cut very open so that the fabric only covered the center of her bosom, leaving tantalizing glimpses of the outside curves. She was everything I was hoping for and dreaming of. There's just something about your first love that always stays with you. She smiled at me hesitantly, as if half expecting Bethany to show up two feet behind me. We headed back to Cicero's, a restaurant I knew she liked. Andrea actually knew the owners and the maitre d', so once we arrived, we had our back room again, complete with some privacy and shielding from any possible paparazzi. We sat side by side on a cozy bench seat for two, looking through the mirrored glass for our private view of the cityscape. I ordered us a simple baked lasagna, Andrea's favorite this time. The first glass of wine wasn't even finished when Andrea's questions began to fire out. "So what's going on?" I sighed. I'd hoped we could have some friendly chit-chat first to warm me up. While Bethany had been more than considerate and understanding of my situation, I had no guarantees of how Andrea would react. "Where to begin?" "Let's start with your girlfriend." "Ex-girlfriend. And she's willing to step aside, for you." Andrea's eyebrows furrowed, not quite understanding. "Explain." I had to keep the number of words I used to a minimum, otherwise I threatened to complicate matters more fully than they already were. "Bethany's convinced that I never really got over you, my first love. I admitted I was still very much attracted to you, and that we've recently rekindled our former relationship." "Let me get this straight, you came out and told her you wanted to get back together with your High School girlfriend, and she's okay with this?" "She's willing to let me find out how deeply this runs with you and me. She's a very patient woman, and very accepting of the situation. So like I said, she's willing to step aside for you. To give me a chance to get to know you again, if you'll have me. That's your choice. If you want me, I'm here, and I think I still love you. I know I want you badly. Everything can be the same as it was in Hawaii. We can still be us. Isn't that what we wanted?" So much for my 'stop-myself-from-rambling' idea. Andrea just looked off in the distance for a minute. I'm sure she had a dozen scenarios for how this conversation would go, and I don't think that this explanation was one of them. I watched the wheels turning in her head, until finally Andrea said, "She's a remarkable girl." "Yes, she is." "Do you love her?" "I'm not sure. That's my confusion. Can I really be in love with two women?" I paused, this wasn't exactly what Andrea wanted to hear. "The point is, I've made MY choice, and I'm choosing YOU. But either way, Bethany wants to know the truth about us. It's better for her than trying to compete with you or getting her heart broken later." "Smart girl too. I think I'm afraid of her. She really does seem like something special." "Maybe. But that doesn't mean you're any less special. And I'm here with YOU right now. I want to know if we are still WE." Andrea was thoughtful for a moment, her eyes staring off into space, too many thoughts processing in her head. But eventually those brilliant violet eyes came back and focused on me, a grin on her face. Then she just leaned over and captured my lips with hers, a more than perfect answer for me. I got light-headed with the same giddy excitement as a teenager's first kiss. When she pulled back, her eyes sparkled at me as she whispered, "Let's fall in love." ------- I was racing down the canyon road at very unsafe velocities down into Malibu. Andrea was already panting with anticipation and arousal, her scent filling my car with her heady pheromones that were driving me wild. We didn't even make it through the front door before she attacked me, tackling me painfully onto the hard marble of the foyer. Flat on my back, I managed to kick the door closed as Andrea verily ripped my shirt off, her hands working the clasp of my slacks to scoop out my hardness, and then there were sparkles in my vision as she took me down her throat. Her tongue was dragging up and down along the sensitive underside of my shaft, her teeth threatening but never hurtful, as her lips and throat formed a powerful suction upon me. She sucked me for as long as she could restrain herself, before popping off and yanking her black dress off, and stripping her body of the sexy lingerie. She was in such a hurry her feet got tangled up, her breasts wobbling invitingly as she struggled to extricate herself. My heart was racing and my hormones pumping in overdrive, and before she got free I pounced upon her, rolling us over and over across the room, the cold marble no match for the heat of our bodies. We rolled, kissing and caressing until we hit something solid, realizing we were at the foot of the stairs up to Andrea's bedroom. I could feel her wet arousal moist against my leg, the both of us needing no further word or foreplay, so great the need to get to the fucking. So I just scooped her up, intent on carrying her upstairs before I lost my grip, and we fell laughing across the steps. But then I just positioned her butt on a wide step, her legs splayed out to the sides while I knelt three steps down and thrust my hips forwards, shoving my meat into Andrea's pliant body. She screamed at my entrance, then wrapped all four limbs around my body, tugging me tightly to her as I rammed my way in until I was buried to the hilt. Uncomfortable as it may have been, we kept thrashing at each other, precariously balanced in the stairway, fucking with a manic intensity that I knew would leave a mark in the morning. I screwed her with utter abandon, knowing that for the first time there were no secrets between us. No warning memories of Bethany to hide from my first love. No deception, only unabated lust that drove me deep into Andrea's depths over and again, the pleasure coursing through my veins as I ravaged her body beneath me. Andrea was helpless before my assault, my tongue and my teeth at her nipples, her legs caught in the iron-grip of my hands, her pussy juicing out of control as I drilled her inexorably. She screamed out through two orgasms, and we actually slipped down a step or two as her spasming hips lost contact with the carpet of the stairs. The tears were flowing from her eyes, a happy smile on her face that I knew was mirrored in mine. She leaned her head up to capture my lips to hers, and as her tongue speared into my mouth I felt my hips shudder and then I was spurting my spunk into Andrea's willing body. Even after the tremors in our bodies settled down, Andrea continued kissing me. Her whole body was sweating, her muscles trembling with the energy she had been drained of during our lovemaking. "I should thank Bethany for turning you into such a fucking stud!" I just grinned, then scooped Andrea's light body into my arms and carried her the rest of the way up the stairs. We had no sooner flopped onto her bed than Andrea rolled me over, straddling me with her hands in my lap to caress and squeeze me back for another round while letting me admire her perfectly shaped tits. Once satisfied, she just tugged me upright and then sank down. She was a warm, wet sheath of pleasure, and she apparently enjoyed being drilled quite nicely. We started thrusting against each other, every muscle tensing, sweat dripping, and always the wet slap of our hips clashing together. I lost myself in the wonderful rhythms of her tits bobbing up and down with our fucking and intent on letting the rest of the night drift away... After bringing each other to another climax, Andrea collapsed atop me and let me slip out of her. I had ravaged her body so thoroughly that while I could probably go another round with the right incentive, she was completely exhausted. We lay there for a long time, breathing hard and letting the glow of recent orgasm slowly fade away. Andrea snuggled tighter against my chest before relaxing and rolling back to her pillow. She looked at me sharply, her eyes bright with intent even as her body lapsed into limp depletion. "Go home. She's only got you for a few days. I owe her that much at least." After a moment, I grunted acceptance, slipping into my clothes and then gave Andrea a long kiss goodbye. I headed to my car, wondering how Bethany would really react when I got back. Bethany was waiting for me in bed, her curvaceous body already naked and flushed with arousal. "Got something left for me?" I just grinned as I shed my clothes once again. I had the perfect life. ------- Bethany's vacation week came to an end. I briefly enjoyed separate dates with both her and Andrea, not to mention the fantastic sex. But then it was time for Bethany to let my heart take me where it had to go. She returned home, promising to start tying up her loose ends and be ready to come back to California as soon as I wanted her back. She was still ever hopeful. I whimpered that I wanted her back now, but she just kissed me goodbye, silently hoping that it would not be the final time. I kicked myself all the way home for letting someone like her get away from me for any period of time. "Remember, you never know where the future will take you." Once again, I should have known that Bethany wasn't the type to just let the future run its course. She was the type to MAKE something happen. I should have known that I'd be seeing her again. Andrea broke up with Beckett. It turned out to be a lot easier than my parting from Bethany. Beckett was fine with breaking up. Their celebrity romance had lasted longer than a year, an eternity in this town. Andrea figured that he was just looking forward to being "available" to the ladies again. I could only hope that my relationship with Andrea would similarly last for an eternity, at least. Then came the really hard step. Andrea had warned me that after this night, my life could never be the same again. That was the night we had a very public dinner together, in the middle of downtown Hollywood in front of hundreds of witnesses and a zillion flashing camera bulbs. And right in front of an Access Hollywood news van, she planted a very wet, very juicy kiss on me. I was on Cloud 9. The next day I was lounging around my new home, the same one Bethany had helped me pick out in the Hollywood Hills. I was momentarily seized by the painful thought that this could have been "our" home. But it passed as I realized I was dating one of the most famous actresses in the world. 7:05pm on NBC and there I was, front headline of Extra's "Celebrity Coupling" segment. I flipped the channel and there was a new picture of Andrea and me on Entertainment Tonight on CBS. I was sure an US Weekly article was just around the corner. By the end of the week, Entertainment newsmagazines had a field day with Hollywood's starlet dating a writer, who just so happened to be her High School sweetheart. Less than a year ago I was just another anonymous poor writer doing my 9 to 5 to pay the rent. Now, millions of people knew my name. Andrea called, letting me know that if I made it to her place within the next half an hour, she'd greet me in her bedroom wearing nothing but a smile. "Everybody comes to Hollywood..." I had made it. ------- Chapter 3: Double Vision Today was the biggest day of my life. Today was the day MY movie was finally going to be on the big screen for the entire world to see. It was a balmy late June evening, just the right temperature for Hollywood starlets to wear the skimpiest of revealing dresses. Our limo pulled up to the curb, and I was immediately dazzled by the bright strobing lights of hundreds of cameras flashing in my face as I stepped out. Schooling my face to wipe away any traces of nervousness, I turned to assist my date out of the car. Andrea was nothing less than stunning, in a short dress than emphasized her athleticism and toned body. Her hair was stylish, but not overly garish, with just a touch of makeup to highlight her natural beauty. The male lead was already a dozen feet down the red carpet, conducting an interview while Andrea's publicist directed us to the Access Hollywood reporter. Andrea held my hand, still as in love with me as she had been all those months ago when we'd finished shooting the movie. She was calm and serene, at ease amongst the thronging crowds and paparazzi. I felt like the prototypical deer in the headlights, and I held a handkerchief in my hands I was sweating so much. I had been in front of the cameras before, but nothing on such a grand scale as a Hollywood premiere red carpet. A camera flash went off right in my face, and for a moment my vision was blurred and there were two reporters trying to talk to me. This was all too surreal. We switched back and forth for the next twenty minutes, conducting separate interviews side by side. Naturally, there was quite a bit more focus on my date, but I was surprised by how much the reporters wanted to talk to me as well. Most screenwriters don't get that kind of press treatment. But then, most screenwriters aren't dating the female star. A part of me wished I was getting all this attention for my writing abilities, but I'll take fame however I can get it. Beckett arrived just after us, unsurprisingly escorted by both Sienna and Skye, ravishing in matching outfits. The secret that both were in the movie had been leaked two months ago, but no one yet knew exactly how. Sienna flashed a winning smile at me before turning to the nearest camera, profiling herself for maximum sex appeal. I just smiled back and let myself immerse in the chaos of a Hollywood Premiere. Surreal... but nice... ------- "The Amazon" was the number 1 movie for two weeks, before the latest Harry Potter flick knocked it to number 2 over July 4th weekend. The twins were the latest "It" girls, with teenaged girls everywhere copying their style and attitude. And the movie was enough of a success that "Double Vision" got green lighted, and pre-production kicked into full gear. The spin-off movie for Sienna and Skye was already destined to be a hit. In those months Andrea and I had a great, fun relationship. After years of living like a loosely-married couple with Bethany, it was a blast to return to the casualness Andrea and I had shared in High School. See each other when we can and because we want to, without any tight commitments or worries. No emotional baggage or co-dependency. Just two individuals who could enjoy each other's company when convenient. I'd find myself outside on her second-floor patio deck, taking in the surf and sunshine while writing for "Double Vision", or on my own patio deck overlooking the Hollywood cityscape. Andrea would inevitably be around somewhere, prepping for her next big drama and occasionally "distracting" me for a wild tumble between the sheets. But eventually I had to be back in the studio to prep for "Double Vision", and Andrea had to fly off to London for her next shoot. Beckett and I were still on agreeable terms, despite my new relationship with his ex. I had new casting decisions and script rewrite meetings with the other producers and Anton Martin, who had re- signed on to direct the new movie as well. With all the familiar people and places, I felt like an old hand in the business, my newbie nervousness gone. My life was grand, except for one inescapable problem. With Andrea in Europe, I was alone again. And I hadn't gotten laid in quite a while. We of course had to audition a couple of boob roles, but none of them were critical to the new script since our main characters were both female. And as much as both Beckett and I wanted, mainstream USA wouldn't let us have the twins seduce a woman. And so I didn't even get the private casting couch opportunities to satisfy my lust. And in those first few weeks, I really began to feel the tug of my hormones. I'd never been apart from Andrea long enough before to feel... unsatisfied. And now that she was gone, I found that I didn't have that much of an emotional dependency on her to make me even question getting laid by some other means. And oh how I wanted to go find ways of getting laid by other means. Sienna and Skye would come to my office occasionally, ostensibly to discuss tweaking the script to fit their idea of the characters and their acting styles. However, since they were now bankable stars and the center of the movie, our relationship seemingly had become purely professional. So for the first few months of pre-production I only had my right hand and Cinemax to keep me company. Oh how the mighty have fallen. Until the twins came back to me. The script was about as polished as it was going to get. The budget was considerably smaller for "Double Vision" than it had been for "The Amazon", primarily because the twins had not yet opened a major movie. So the script had to be confined location-wise, with most of the shooting on sets at the studio. Our only real location shooting would be in the snow of the South American Andes mountain range. A second unit team was already in Chile filming stunts. It was a Friday evening, and I was just packing up my laptop and notes. We flew out to Santiago to begin two weeks of filming on Sunday. This is what had really sucked. Andrea was supposed to be back in LA this past weekend, but the shoot had run over, and she wouldn't be back until Monday. But by Monday, I would already be in Chile. Ordinarily a writer did not need to fly out for such a short shooting schedule, but Beckett had ordered that I be there to at least observe. It had been a long week, and I was mildly depressed. I was tired, and I was looking forward to just taking a hot bath at home. I thought I heard a sharp knock penetrate the fog around my brain, and as I sat up I heard the knock again, coming from my door. "Uh, come in!" My eyes flew open as Skye poked her head in the door. Her model-pretty face cast a piercing gaze upon me, her icy blue-grey eyes and blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She took a quick glance around and then turned away, whispering something to someone behind her. Then she slid into my office without another word, gliding towards me before perching on my side of the desk. Sienna followed her in, a warmer smile on her face as she slinked across the room around the desk and sat next to her sister. They wore matching blue and red outfits, sleek and sexy, that called to mind an old memory. As usual, Sienna spoke first, a big grin on her face. "Hello, Mr. Writer! We missed you." Oh how I loved that accent. I suddenly remembered that they'd worn these same outfits the first time they came to seduce me in my office, just before Bethany had come and joined in. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I realized that they had come to relieve me of my long sexual drought. Skye revealed a devilish smile as she saw the recognition dawn in my eyes, and then she was in my lap, shoving her tongue down my throat as every part of me responded in kind. I cracked open an eye in the midst of this kiss to see Sienna shrugging the red blouse off and snapping loose the matching red satin bra. Skye sank to her knees to work my pants as Sienna leaned forwards to press my face between the firm globes on her chest. I sighed happily, feeling her warm flesh rubbing against my cheeks as she began to strip off the rest of her clothing. I was so revved up, I thought I'd blow my load as soon as I felt Skye take my rod into her mouth. My eyes rolled back as I felt all of the blood rushing out of my head, pumping through my body into my swollen prick. Skye was an amazing talent, and I looked down into her cool grey eyes piercing into the back of my skull, watching the effect her lips and tongue were having on me. The next thing I knew, Skye had turned her head and was dragging her lips along the left side of my shaft, and then I felt another set of lips as Sienna was dragging along the right side. I watched the girls grin at each other for a moment before returning to their dual bath upon me. Skye dipped down towards my balls as Sienna sucked my purple head into her hot mouth, nibbling gently with the pads of her lips. I let my head fall backwards, surrendering myself to the mind-blowing experience of a dual blow job. Skye worked her way back to the head of my shaft, and Sienna released me to give way to her sister. I looked up to watch Sienna scoot her now-naked butt onto the cool surface on my desk, shivering both with the cold and in anticipation of our sexual possibilities. She dipped a hand to the hard nub peeking out at me, rubbing it gently and bathing her outer lips with her own sexual ambrosia. Skye continued to attack me with her tongue while her twin fingered herself, eliciting more and more of her sweet nectar and coating her nether lips until they glistened in the light. I had gone far too long without getting my rocks off, and with a warning to Skye, I felt myself about to let go. She sank her lips down about me, shoving my meat into the back of her throat, pushing me right to the razor edge of climax. Then she backed off, letting my rod wave in the air as it bulged and twitched. Sienna parked her face right next to Skye's, and then I erupted, spraying several shots through the air erratically, spewing my white gunk onto both of their faces. After the first two shots, Skye took my cannon in her fingers and directed the next blast right onto Sienna's nose, and kept flicking me back and forth to equally share my spunk. After I finally deflated, they both rocked back on their heels, relaxing and giving me identical satisfied smirks. I sank into the plushness of my chair, utterly spent for the moment and fighting to get my breath back. Skye stood up, her eyes locked in on me, seizing and holding my attention directly on her. Sienna got to her feet and standing directly behind her twin, wrapped her arms around in a warm embrace. Her hands deftly went to Skye's blouse, slowly and delicately undoing the buttons even as Skye continued to bore her gaze into me. Even though I had just come a minute ago, I felt the stirring in my loins again watching one naked twin undressing the other. Off came the skirt, and I felt my breath catch in my throat when the blue bra fell to the floor. I had just seen an identical pair on Sienna moments ago, but that brief split-second between coverage and nakedness always set my heart racing. At last Sienna dragged Skye's panties down, and Skye kicked them off leaving both ladies in only their heels. I was fully recharged by now, and Skye reached out to me, helping me to my feet and guiding me towards the couch. Grinning in anticipation, I lay down across it, and as soon as I got settled Sienna had straddled my hips and was lowering herself down upon my shaft held upright in Skye's hands. I closed my eyes to just feel the heavenly warmth of a female pussy, a feeling I'd not had in far too long. When I opened my eyes, the expression on Sienna's face matched what I was feeling. She smiled widely at me, feeling my shaft carving her out as she rotated and gyrated her body in my lap. But then my view was taken away as I saw the same pussy in much greater detail, Skye climbing onto the couch and planting her ass on my chest. Without further preamble she shifted her hips forwards to bring her juicing slit to my waiting lips, and then my tongue busied itself licking the alphabet upon her crotch. Sienna was moaning as my hips were bucking, and I felt the tight warmth of her inner muscles squeezing in response. Meanwhile my hands gripped Skye's asscheeks tightly as I worked to make Skye sing in harmony with her twin. Every so often a finger would drift back into her crack, and once I had worked Skye up to a screaming orgasm, she released her thigh-lock on my head and backed up for a moment, catching her breath and positively glowing at me. "Mmm... Sienna absolutely went wild when you fucked her in the ass! Once she is finished with her ride, you HAVE to take my ass too!" My eyes went wide as Skye's words sunk into me, and I renewed my energetic reaming of Sienna with extra effort. My whole life had become one big surreal dream, with money, power, and fantastic babes. What was next? Drugged out Roman orgies? Skye slipped off of me, kneeling on the floor and leaning over to kiss and lick her orgasmic juices off my lips. Meanwhile, Sienna was palming her own tits, her ab muscles flexing as she humped me roughly, her flushed skin slick with sweat as we ground our bodies against each other. I moved my hands to her hips, jack hammering her light body against me harder and harder, driving my rod into her as deeply as it would go with every thrust. Sienna just lolled her head around, surrendering her body to the sensations I was inflicting upon it, and after a few more minutes of whimpering and moaning at the pleasure her body went rigid, back arched and head thrown back. I felt the clamp down of her pussy upon me as she came, screaming at the ceiling as she came. With Skye's words still buzzing in my head, I responded in kind, erupting inside of Sienna's warm folds, my hands like granite claws pinning her hips tightly against me, her thighs trembling in my grasp. My head was up, watching the quakes going through Sienna's torso and body as we shared this simultaneous orgasm, and when the last shot embedded itself in her inner walls, I let myself relax, my head falling backwards and bouncing off the couch cushion. Sienna sagged atop me, finally collapsing onto my chest, rubbing her sweaty naked body against me. Skye was just smiling next to us, pulling her hand away from her own crotch, showing off a fresh layer of girlcum. I was so overwhelmed by the pleasure, I couldn't even respond when I heard a new knock at my door. Everyone froze, Sienna keeping her body planted atop me while craning her head. Skye turned about from her spot on the floor to glance around. My head was still swirling from my recent climax, and I could not yet speak, not even to ask who was there. The knock came again, Skye looking at me now to see if I could answer, but then I realized that the door was still unlocked and it was actually turning. For a moment, my memory flashed back again to that day Bethany walked in and joined us. Then Andrea came in through the door, poking her head around to see if I was in before taking in the scene before her eyes. Recognizing the situation, she sort of stumbled in through the doorway, shock running freely across her expression. "Uh, surprise?" Her voice was cracking. And then she turned to walk out the door. "Wait!" I stumbled off the couch, spilling Sienna to the floor in the process. I scrambled for a second, finding my pants and wriggling into them while half trying to jump towards the door. I finally got into them and raced out the door, finding the hallway empty. I picked a direction and went flying down the hall. I nearly ran over an intern, who no doubt found a topless, barefoot writer running at full tilt a mildly unexpected event. She lost her paperwork across the floor, but I didn't have time to stop. I leaped down the stairs, and turning the corner, caught up to Andrea just before she hit the door to the parking lot. "Andrea!" She spun in place, her violet eyes spitting fire at me. "Wait..." I stopped a foot from her, pausing a moment to catch my breath to explain. Andrea didn't give me the chance. I felt a searing pain strike against my cheek, jerking my head around. And by the time I got my vision back, Andrea was shaking out her hand and walking through the doorway. I just held my face with my hand and watched her walk away. ------- I trudged into my office, my eyes glued to the floor. I looked up to make sure I didn't crash into anything. The twins were dressed once again, and sitting side by side on the couch. But my breath caught again when I saw that Bethany was sitting in my chair, chatting amiably with them. Bethany turned to look at me, a smile on her face. "Surprise!" I felt like passing out. We made some minor small talk, but the twins quickly excused themselves, leaving me alone with Bethany. "You don't look so happy to see me." I sighed. "I'm sorry. I should be, I would be. This is just really awkward timing." "I know. The girls told me. So I guess Andrea never exactly knew about them did she?" "Actually, she did. Well, I told her about our little get-togethers during 'The Amazon' shoot. But nothing's happened with them since you left." "Really? I'm amazed you were able to keep your pecker in your pants for that long around them." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Oh, just meaning you've NEVER been able to say 'no' to a hot chick. I'm surprised you haven't had a few more extra-curricular activities with any other hot little actresses around here." "Well, some of the new auditions have been flirting around a bit. But I think Andrea scares most of them off. They don't want to risk pissing off a Hollywood power player." "Speaking of which, I was going to see if you were free for dinner. But I think you'd be better off tracking Andrea down and hashing things out." "No, that's okay. I'm free for lunch." "Listen to me. Go find her." She yawned, stretching her arms back and causing her bosom to thrust out invitingly, if unintentionally. Then she got to her feet. "You need to go find your girlfriend. Besides, I'm pretty jet-lagged, and I could use a nap." She crossed to me and gave me a chaste peck on the cheek, then handed me a slip of paper. "Here's where I'll be staying. I'll be in town until Sunday. Call me." And then Bethany was gone. She was right. Grabbing my cell phone, I held down the speed dial as I grabbed my things and headed out to my car. ------- Well, Andrea was going to have about six missed calls on her phone. I finally settled for just driving to her house and letting myself in. I had brought my laptop with me, with the intention of getting some writing done. But I found myself just staring at the screen in complete writers block, my mind elsewhere. Finally I just slammed it shut, moving into the living room and flopping over onto a couch. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I was jarred awake by the sharp sound of a door slamming open and bouncing off the wall. My eyes briefly glanced at the wall clock to find that it was shortly after two in the morning. I heard familiar giggling, and then several figures were stumbling through the doorway. Andrea was completely wasted by the expression on her face, and she was riding piggyback on a tall, athletic Asian man who was able to carry her easily and without effort, except for a little drunken wobble on his part as well. Following them in was a petite Asian woman, whose sharp and sober eyes quickly assessed the room and focused in on me. Andrea also spotted me as well, and from her perch gave me a goofy wave. "Hey, honey! I brought us presents!" And with that, Andrea and her ride started up the stairs. Meanwhile, the Asian woman sashayed her way across the living room towards me. My brain was still thick, fighting to awake itself. So before I knew it, she was leaning full into me and pressing her intoxicatingly sweet lips to mine. That woke me up as my eyes flew open, my body instinctively reacting before my brain did, and I was kissing her back, eager to taste more of her lips. We simply kissed for a minute, without any hurry or urgency, until she pulled away. Her eyes luminous in the darkness of the evening, she stared right at me as she said simply "I am Mina." It actually sounded more like 'Eh emm Mee-Nah' with her accent, but I would have no further trouble understanding her intentions from then on. She caressed my rapidly hardening crotch with one hand before taking my other hand in hers, and leading me off the couch and towards the stairs. We entered into Andrea's bedroom to find her already engaged in a furious blowjob. His cock was much like his naked body, not overly bulky, but tall and muscularly well-defined. He surprisingly had a calm and stately expression for one being so passionately attended to. "That is Han," Mina pointed out. Mina had the same serene expression as she directed me towards a well- padded armless chair by the desk, a cool demeanor as she began to undress me while I watched Andrea at work. It was almost more arousing to see her lips and tongue in action from a distance. I had been on the receiving end of that amazing technique many times, and envied Han's ability to maintain his control. Meanwhile, once Mina got me naked she bypassed any further delays and simply mounted me, straddling me and inserting my shaft beneath the hem of her dress. She was incredibly moist, and I slid in easily even though she had such an extremely tight canal, as one would expect from such a petite girl. She continued to strip down as she rocked against me, and quickly the straps over her shoulders came off until the skimpy fabric was entirely bunched up around her waist, obscuring the view of my penetration while proving she wore no bra nor panties. I was entranced in watching both Mina's smallish breasts rubbing into my chest as well as what was happening on Andrea's four-poster bed. Andrea had ceased her oral attention without managing to push Han over the edge, and was now on all fours moaning and groaning as he slipped into her doggy-style. Very quickly his hips were thrusting forwards with tremendous force, jarring Andrea's body harshly as he was quickly pounding away at her. Something in the back of my head told me that I should be jealous or something watching my girlfriend get plundered like this; but I found that it was only getting me more turned on. I had Mina's light body clutched to my chest, her head resting on my shoulder while my hands jack hammered her up and down my shaft. Mina kept up a delightful high- pitched whimper directly into my ear, punctuated by staccato gasps every time we bottomed out. I nearly lost it when Andrea crested over into orgasm, the quivering in her hips expanding outwards until with her knees trembling, she collapsed onto the bed. Han turned and lay down next to her, then simply picked her up in his arms and with her facing back towards Mina and me, he spread Andrea's legs and dropped her pussy down onto his upright dick once again. Still in the throes of her orgasm, Andrea just lay back against his chest, her round tits pointed up to the ceiling and rode his thrusting hips as best she could. Mina turned her head when she came, so that her piercing shriek wouldn't shatter my ear drums. Her entire body vibrated in my lap, sending wonderful caresses of her inner muscles upon me. Her hair in her face, she leaned back to see what her partner and my girlfriend were doing, and then dismounted me in a half second to get a closer look for herself. Andrea was half-unconscious, her body limp as she continued to be thoroughly plugged over and again. But her body went rigid when she felt Mina's tongue leave Han's thrusting cock and move up to get a taste of Andrea's swollen clit. Andrea protested for just a brief moment, but then Mina was slurping in and Andrea's protests faded into defeated whimpers, and soon she was panting and pressing Mina's head more tightly against her clit even while Han's rod continued to split her wide open. This positioning also left Mina laying facedown on the bed, with her feet on the ground and her perky round ass staring back at me. I took this as my cue and settled in behind her, gripping Mina's asscheeks tightly and guiding myself back in. I let my head fall back as I reveled in the exquisiteness of this perfect pussy, and when Mina's hips started to tremble with a new climax, I found myself joining her and gushing my juices into her tiny body. When I was done, I opened my eyes to see Han's face scrunched up in that ugly male grimace of orgasm while Andrea's back was fully arched, her hair flung back and her pointed nipples reaching for the sky as she felt him explode, and then all four of us collapsed into a heap upon the bed. A certain clarity of mind returned to me then, and a million questions began to race through my head. But I held my tongue until we all got cleaned up and we bid Han and Mina goodbye. Still naked, Andrea and I climbed into her bed together, and with Andrea spooned in against me I leaned over and whispered into her ear. "What was that all about?" "What?" "This. Tonight." "It's just sex. It doesn't really hurt anyone, and we all have a good time. It's not like we're really cheating on each other. Our relationship is just sex. Just like you and the twins is just sex, right?" I leaned in and pecked her on the cheek. "Of course." Andrea mulled this over, settling in more deeply into her pillow. For a moment, she looked as if she didn't quite believe my answer, but was fighting desperately to convince herself that it was logical. "I'd forgotten, we're not in High School anymore. We're playing by Hollywood rules..." she murmured. She made the name sound like a dirty word. Then Andrea just shook her head, as if in disbelief, then she lay back down and drifted off to sleep. This was my life. Fucking Hollywood starlets and one-night stands with hot models and bisexual women. Surreal... but nice... ------- "I'm coming with you." It was a statement, not a request. Andrea and I were in her kitchen watching the news and sipping at orange juice on this Saturday morning. "What?" "Well, I don't have any new projects for a little while, and you're going to be in Santiago. So I'm going with you. Don't you want me to come?" "Of course I do! I'm just surprised, that's all. I'd love for you to be there with me." I was already daydreaming about a repeat of our fun last year in Hawaii. "Good!" The rest of Saturday went well. We actually skipped any further lovemaking for some simple romance and cuddling. On Sunday, Andrea accompanied me to my house and helped me spend the morning packing. I had forgotten what it felt like to have a woman critiquing my wardrobe choices as they went into suitcases. That afternoon, the studio limo came to collect us and drive us to the airport. The studio had a sleek private jet for the production execs and the main cast. We unloaded and headed up the stairs, immediately running into Roger Beckett. He magnanimously insisted that Andrea come along on the trip, as if the whole thing was his idea. The additional expense for her was negligible in the grand scheme of things and he seemed genuinely pleased his former girlfriend would be around, without any sign of jealousy. Of course, I didn't realize his further ulterior motives then. As Andrea and I made our way down the center aisle into the main passenger cabin, I suddenly stopped in the middle of the aisle, Andrea bumping into me from behind. "Hey, keep moving, Buster." I didn't respond, instead offering up a surprised "Bethany!" In a trim business blouse that did little to hide her ample bosom and a neutral business skirt, Bethany looked up from her clipboard folder and smiled at us from her seat in one of the rotoscoping easy chairs. "Hi, you two!" Andrea's head popped up over my shoulder, the same surprise evident on her face along with a mixture of worry. There were a few empty chairs on the opposite side of the aisle from Bethany, so I held one out for Andrea to sit down in and then settled next to her, rotating our chairs to face Bethany. "It's good to see you!" And I meant it. I was immediately struck with how pretty she looked, her hair back in an easy ponytail and her green eyes brilliantly glowing. "How are you doing? What are you doing here?" "I moved to LA. I stopped by the office on Friday to tell you, but you were..." she glanced at Andrea, who was evaluating her coolly. "Well, you were busy that night. I got a new job here." "Here? At the studio?" "Meet my new assistant!" Beckett's voice boomed through the cabin, and I turned to see him settling into the chair adjoining with Bethany's. "Are we missing anything?" Bethany turned to face her boss, "No, sir. I checked with the crew and they're already set up in Santiago. We're just waiting on Mr. Martin and then we'll be ready for takeoff." "Thank you, Bethany." Beckett turned, and fixed me with a wolfish grin. I looked at Andrea, who had the same stunned confusion riding across her face, award-winning actress or not. Then on top of that, Sienna and Skye chose that moment to emerge from the meeting room at the rear of the plane and settle into their seats nearby to me. Skye reached out to stroke my arm when she said hello. This was going to be an interesting trip. ------- Beckett spent half of the flight flirting with Andrea. He may have been a pompous ass half of the time, but he was sharp and quite charming. Bethany and I were chatting like old friends, catching up on what each of us had been doing in the past several months and the turn of events leading up to her working at the studio. Bethany had said she felt lonely back home, that it just wasn't the same after I'd come to Hollywood. So on a whim she called Beckett, who offered her the job based on her previous work experience as well as their previous meetings, and he made her a financial offer that was just too good to turn down. The whole while I detected an undercurrent of longing for me still in her voice, but she hid it behind a physical affection for Beckett. I had no doubt they were sleeping together. And if I felt a jealous anger before thinking about him with Andrea, it was all I could do to control myself thinking about him with Bethany as well. I knew I had no right to be jealous or angry, but that didn't stop my blood from boiling. But I focused my attention on Bethany, relaxing in the simple joy and ease I had always felt when I was around her. Once arriving in Santiago, Andrea and I were assigned to a well appointed hotel room. Beckett's and Bethany's rooms were just down the hall, while the cast was one floor down. The shooting schedule for principle actors was only to last two weeks. The rest could be done later with stunt doubles for the more dangerous action sequences. Every day we loaded up into Land Rovers and drove up to the various tents the production staff had built onto the mountainsides. I usually stayed close to the director, offering opinions about the look of things here and there. Anton and I had developed a good working relationship, where I provided ideas and opinions but always deferred to his decisions. Andrea stayed with me for a bit, but also spent several days in town enjoying some anonymity while shopping and doing other touristy things. Bethany meanwhile, was a veritable roadrunner around Beckett, who went stomping through the entire production like a T-Rex on the rampage. She was proving to be very efficient at carrying out her tasks and relaying orders, and never hesitating to use her charms to convince various crewmembers to stay in line. We ran into each other often, and would exchange warm, if tentative, smiles, always tense and looking out for our respective significant others lest we give the wrong impression. Within the tight community of our movie production, a new rumor would spread within hours. Then one morning during the second week, worrying about giving the wrong impression flew right out the window. There was a gap in the shooting schedule where the twins did not have to film any scenes today, but would focus on the other characters. Andrea had said she was going into the city, having bored of the movie shoot days ago. I was with Anton Martin watching a shot when Bethany came to us, letting us know that Beckett would not be coming up to the shooting location until the afternoon. And then when she headed off to speak to someone else, I went after her to try and start up a conversation. Both Andrea and Beckett were far away, and there were some things I needed to say. "Bethany, wait." She turned and looked at me, her eyes hesitant. "Can we talk?" I looked around for a private spot. "Maybe in your truck?" She just nodded and I followed her to the Range Rover, the dirty and abused exterior contrasting with the plush comforts inside as I settled into the passenger seat. Her eyes were darting back and forth, watching me intently as I gathered myself. I had no idea where to begin. And so I started off on a lilting ramble, half-incoherently starting and stopping and backtracking to try and say what I wanted to say. My life should have been perfect. I was in a happy relationship with my High School sweetheart. I had my dream job and was making bucket loads of money. I set my own hours and was paid to fly to all these exotic locales. But there was a thorn in my perfect life. And she was sitting right in front of me. For a brief moment I believed I had to find a way to excise her out of my life, and then everything would be... perfect. Except that I didn't want her out of my life. In fact, a part of me missed her terribly and missed what we had together, and that I was overjoyed when I realized she was living in town. And every moment I was thinking about Bethany I was thinking about what my relationship with Andrea was missing. I wasn't sure what our relationship was based on. I didn't know about and we didn't talk about our future together. On the other hand, I could see my future with Bethany. But I had a problem. I still cared so very much for Andrea. She was my High School sweetheart, the one I was supposed to be destined for. Was it possible for a man to be in love with two women at the same time? They were so very different people. The simplest example of this was that I could never tell Andrea what I had just confessed to Bethany. Andrea would freak, and I would lose her. But I believed that Bethany could handle this idea, and would honor my trust in her. She had been the friend I could confide in. And so I asked Bethany for help. "What do I do?" I asked. Still to this moment, she didn't say a word, just listening intently while her eyes misted up a little bit. So I kept talking. "The easiest thing would be if you told me that you didn't care for me anymore, and that you were happily in a new relationship with Beckett. Tell me that, and then I won't have to face this dilemma any more... Can you tell me that?" By the time I had finished talking, I was leaning across the passenger seat, my eyes boring into Bethany's and searching for a response. She was leaning right back towards me, until our faces were mere inches apart. I was still waiting for her to say SOMETHING when I blinked and then when my eyes opened I was already lost in feeling her lips pressed softly to mine. The floodgates of her tears flung open and then she was crying while kissing me, an outpouring of love and longing washing into me unexpectedly but certainly welcome. And then there was a sharp knock on my window, and one of the assistant directors was peering back at me through the glass, mixed surprise on his face. Bloody hell... Bethany pulled back, and I opened my door, mumbling a half-baked line thanking her for going over some section of the script with me. And then I had slammed the door and was stalking back to the director's tent, the assistant director ignoring what he saw and immediately relaying Martin's message to me. But then I stopped in my tracks. Andrea was standing not two feet away, a warm expression on her face. But then her eyes darted past my head, looking behind me, and I craned my neck around to see Bethany climbing out of the truck as well. Oh, hell... This isn't happening... Andrea was immediately jealous and accusing me of sneaking off for a quickie behind her back. I unsuccessfully tried to convince her that it was nothing, we were just talking. Bethany had instinctively backed away from the white-hot glare of Andrea's eyes and trotted off to get another errand run. And the assistant director was standing not two feet away, impatiently waiting for me to get back to my job. So when Andrea turned on her heel and marched away, I sighed and turned back to the assistant director. I was here for a movie and I had a job to do. ------- And the end of the shooting day, I returned back to the hotel room I had been sharing with Andrea. Unsurprisingly, it was dark and empty when I got there. I toyed with my cell phone for a moment, but for some reason decided against calling her. I exited my room, thinking about going for a walk. I needed to clear my head, figure things out, and sort my feelings. Instead I found myself at the hotel bar downstairs, ordering something stiff. It wouldn't clear my head, but it might make my problems go away for a while. Now I knew how people ended up becoming alcoholics. An hour later, I was suitably drunk and intent on finding Andrea, or Bethany. Or whoever I ran into first. I managed to stumble my way towards the elevators. I made it back to my room, but it was still empty. So I grabbed my cell phone and headed back out into the hallway, holding down the speed-dial to Andrea and hearing nothing but her voice mail. Letting out a weary sigh, I leaned back against the wall, cursing my phone and the misleading promise of communication it offered. Modern technology or not, if Andrea didn't want to talk to me there was nothing I could do about it. Anton Martin stepped off the elevator, and I asked him if he'd seen Andrea. He replied that he had not, unfortunately, then he continued down to his room. I was still muttering to myself when the elevator dinged again, and the twins came down the hallway wearing nothing but white terrycloth bathrobes and big smiles. "Hello, Mr. Writer!" They sashayed down towards me and as they approached I asked, "Have you seen Andrea?" They looked at each other, then back at me. Skye was checking me out in a very obvious manner, as if re-evaluating a piece of meat. After getting some sort of signal from her sister, Sienna spoke up, "Actually, we have. Come, we'll take you to her." Standing on either side of me, they hooked their arms around mine and we took only a half dozen more steps before arriving at Beckett's door. Skye knocked and moments later, Beckett answered the door looking every bit the sleazy movie producer. He was wearing a loud, golden silk robe loosely belted at his waist. He was in good shape for a middle-aged man, but that didn't mean I wanted to notice that he wasn't wearing anything underneath that robe. Gaudy jewelry adorned his limbs, more than he wore on a normal day. His skin was flushed and seemingly coated in a light layer of oil. He was puffing on a thin cigarra that distinctly did not smell like tobacco. And more smells came emanating out of the room that signaled rich, and illegal, decadence. I followed everyone inside, surprise hitting me in the face when I saw Andrea lounging on a chaise, similarly clad in a golden robe and puffing away at a hookah that seemed to be the source of the drug- addled aroma in the room. Her eyes were a dullish purple as she stared at me, not really seeing me. She sat up slowly as we came into the main room of Beckett's suite, her movements that of grace in slow-motion. My mind yelled at me to go to her, to pull her outside so we could talk. But the rest of my body was unresponsive, still stuck in alcoholic stupor. And so I just stood there, dumbfounded and unable to move or speak. The twins embraced Beckett in turn before sliding onto the couch nearby to take turns at the hookah. Beckett then turned to me, rubbing my shoulder in that friendly stoner way as we gazed upon the three beauties lounging before us. "This, this is what it means to MAKE IT in Hollywood! Anyone you want. Any time you want it. Hollywood plays by a different set of rules, my boy. Andrea used to LOVE doing this shit when she first got to LA." Beckett laughed, obviously amused. "Can I get you a drink?" "Sure." My mind was a dull thud, unresponsive in any manner that really mattered. But my hormones were doing fine, and I could feel an animalistic arousal surging through me even as coherent thought utterly faded behind alcoholic buzz. The room was hot, and I found myself starting to sweat as if inside a sauna. I felt rather out of place in my work clothes while everyone was relaxed in loose robes, and I tugged at my collar while trying to decide what to do. Beckett handed me a drink and then we joined the ladies on an opposite couch, Beckett joining in and offering the pipe to me, which I declined for the moment. Pretty soon, everyone else was as wasted as Andrea, and then things started getting REALLY interesting. Sienna had just finished a long puff, when she leaned across onto Andrea's chaise, climbing on top of her before leaning down to press her lips against those of my girlfriend. My eyes started bugging out watching as Andrea simply returned the kiss, sighing in pleasure at the contact. Gently, Sienna shrugged her way out of her robe, the sweat glistening on her hot body as every inch of her fabulous nakedness was revealed. And then her hands moved to part the golden silk of Andrea's robe, her hands moving inside to caress Andrea's breasts, hard nipples rolling between her fingers. Skye finished a long pull on the hookah, and then slid to the floor in front of Andrea. She split open the lower folds of the robe, and then her blonde head covered the rest of her movements from view as she ducked her face between Andrea's legs. Beckett and I may have been unable to see what Skye was doing, but the effects of her actions were plain upon Andrea's face. Her eyes tightened and then she was moaning in ecstasy into Sienna's kiss, her body trembling even as Sienna continued to strip Andrea. And after Skye let her robe fall to the floor, all three of these gorgeous women were writhing together in a naked pile of flesh. My breath was caught in my throat as I watched, and I barely noticed that the door had opened. It wasn't until she walked in front of me that I realized Bethany had come in. She distinctly avoided looking at me and sat with Beckett, starting to talk about the movie before he quieted her down and told her to get undressed and join the party. Andrea drifted her drugged-out gaze over towards us, evaluating the only two people still dressed suitably for the outside world. "Come on, loosen up. It's just sex..." She smiled and then returned to embracing Sienna. Only now did Bethany look at me before she stepped back and stripped her clothes off. The look in her eyes said everything to me in an instant: "Sure, what the hell." This might be the only opportunity we ever had to fuck each other's brains out again. And when Bethany's bra popped open I found that the buoyant orbs of Bethany's naked tits was momentarily of far greater interest than the lesbian threesome across the way, and I watched her take a big drag on the hookah before curling herself against Beckett's side, rubbing up against the man she was with. My heart ached, but I resolved to be patient. This little "party" would very soon become an orgy, and then I would have my chance with her. An orgasmic moan from Andrea caught my attention then, and I saw Skye lift her head up, her face coated with feminine nectar before she climbed up and straddled Andrea's face to have the favor returned. But then Sienna was ducking down to apply her tongue to Andrea's crotch, as the twins were not about to let up on her. And soon Andrea was panting her way towards another orgasm. I glanced to the side to see that Bethany had a hand inside of Beckett's robes, obviously pumping him while his fingers idly toyed with her nipples, all of his attention on the blondes before us. But Bethany was watching me intently, her breath heavy with arousal as she stared down at my crotch. When Andrea cried out her climax once again, Beckett finally got himself up and dropped his robe onto a nearby chair. He padded over to the girls and motioned for the twins to go pay attention to Bethany and me. Then laying Andrea flat on her back across the chaise, her firm breasts pointing straight to the ceiling, he stood between her open legs, lifted up her hips, and then thrust his way inside of her, a loud cry of pleasure screaming out of Andrea's lips. Sienna tackled Bethany, and they were making out furiously, sloppy kisses exchanged with wet tongues before falling to the floor and fixing themselves in a hot sixty-nine, Bethany's ass pointing back at me. Skye came to me, her pussy already juicing out of control with the remains of her climax at Andrea's hands and lips. My clothes were off a second later, and then she was bouncing in my lap, her nipples grinding up and down against my sweaty chest as she rode me aggressively. Her lips were attached to the side of my neck, nibbling and biting my shoulder so hard I was sure she would leave a mark, and my hands were jack hammering her light body against me as we fucked energetically, my previous sluggishness all but gone as I was finally participating in this orgy. But my eyes were locked onto Beckett and Andrea, watching intensely and listening to the rhythmic wet slapping sound of his hips banging against her butt cheeks. It's just sex... I let my conscious mind drift away, losing myself in the blanket of pleasure wrapping itself around me. Immersing myself into the feeling of Skye's tight folds squeezing me as they slid along my shaft. I felt the minor pain of Skye biting against my neck as she came, dumping a load of honey into my lap. Her body quaking she kept up her urgent pistoning on me, and then Sienna was next to me, feeding the business end of the hookah between my lips. A few puffs mixing with the alcohol coursing through my veins, and I felt the last of my resistance disappear. Sienna turned and gave Bethany another round, who inhaled deeply and returned for a few extra puffs before sitting back with a pleasantly mellow expression on her face. I heard a distinctly male grunt pierce the air, and then watched Beckett's hips twitching as he was obviously filling Andrea with his spunk. And when he had finished, he stumbled backwards and onto a nearby couch, plopping next to Bethany. He pulled Bethany close to him for a juicy kiss, then turned and whispered his dirty thoughts into her ear. Through heavy-lidded eyes, Bethany nodded, then crossed over to the chaise where Andrea lay on her side, sweating and panting in post- coital bliss. Bethany turned her onto her back, and leaning over until their breasts were rubbing against each other, bent down to capture Andrea's lips with her own. I felt my brain exploding watching my two loves frenching, and Skye certainly felt the effects as my hips went into overdrive. I had started down the path of no return, carving out every corner inside of her with rapid-fire thrusting. I watched Bethany slide down Andrea's body, full tits dragging across bare skin, until she reached her desired destination and began to slurp Beckett's jizz out of Andrea's still-spasming pussy. That moment put me over the edge, and clutching Skye's body tightly against me, I exploded up into her, filling her body with every last shred of sexual tension I had been carrying inside of me. But I was far from finished. My dick was rock hard again in an instant, and I was feeling a funky chemical buzz setting my nerves on fire and keeping me erect. Sienna was nearby, softly kissing Beckett until I grabbed her and dropped us both onto the floor, Beckett chuckling as he watched us. My mouth was attacking her neck and chest and then with my hands pinning her arms above her head, I split her legs and then thrust myself into her in one go, piercing her slit roughly and causing a shriek to escape her lips. But then that shriek was devolving into whimpered screams as we were immediately fucking, rutting against the carpet. Skye just lay down on a cushion to recover from her multiple orgasms and take full possession of the hookah, her pussy still leaking my juices. And Beckett aroused himself up to settle on his knees behind Bethany, who was still working Andrea's pussy while Andrea moaned out her praises and caressed her own tits. Bethany went rigidly still as she felt herself being penetrated, but once Beckett started up a rhythmic thrusting she returned herself to the task at hand. I knew all too well how talented Bethany was with her lips and tongue, and for a moment I felt vastly inadequate as an oral pleasure-giver for Andrea in comparison to a woman who only too well understood how to properly titillate a pussy. And then Sienna's bucking hips brought me back to matters at hand, her feet planted on the floor and helping her almost fling her body at me with every push. Her head was whipping from side to side, her hair flailing as the overwhelming sensations flooded her mind. I scooped her tight ass cheeks into my hands, holding her hips tightly against me as I felt her spasming pussy reverberate against my rod, and her nipples trembling against my chest. And at the moment she climaxed I kissed her open mouth, reveling in the raw sexuality emanating from this moment. Just a moment... It's just sex... And then I let loose again, firing both barrels of sperm into this nubile, willing body. And my other head kept expanding and pumping out shot after shot, until spent I collapsed downwards, smothering Sienna's smaller body as I nearly passed out. Sienna rolled me over, then giggled and got up to join her sister on the couch, satiated for the moment and just enjoying the chemical buzzes in their systems. I managed to pull myself upright, and elevated my ass up and into a plush chair. Andrea cried out what must have been her sixth orgasm at least, and finally pushed Bethany's head away, unable to take any more. Her body was positively glowing by now, flushed a warm auburn and literally dripping in sweat and musk. Bethany, worn out herself, and still on all fours, just let her head hang downwards between her shoulders, her whole body rocking back and forth as Beckett continued to pound into her from behind. His hands were on her swaying tits, his fingers not quite long enough to wrap all the way around those round orbs. After catching her breath, Andrea spotted me, and gave me a little smile. Our tension from earlier in the day was forgotten as she crept off the chaise and crawled on hands and knees towards me, like a jungle cat stalking its prey. And when she got to me she stayed knelt on the floor while her hands and lips pounced into my lap ensnaring my limp member. Her tongue was quickly working its magic and accompanied by that ever- present chemical buzz, I was soon holding her head in my hands as she fed upon my rapidly rising boner. I had experienced this particular pleasure many a time since we'd hooked up, but amidst these three other women I'd slept with and a bombastic Hollywood producer drilling my ex, with drugs in the air and beer in my veins, there was nothing left of me but an animal of lust. I was fucking Andrea's face, roughly holding her head before I realized that she was no longer actively sucking me off. Instead, her body had gone still, and I looked up to see Beckett's engorged dick slowly disappearing into Andrea's asshole. Bethany was collapsed on the floor, leaking orgasmic fluids while the twins were alternately caressing and slurping her tired body. Her emerald eyes were a dull green as she watched Andrea sandwiched between the two men in her life. Andrea had never been into ass-fucking the whole time we'd been together. We'd tried it in high school once but she swore never again. And now I watched, helplessly, as Beckett reamed her out. A single tear rolled down her cheek, but then she released her lip lock on my cock, and repositioned her hands and knees to better slam her ass back upon his invading pole. For a moment I heard nothing but the low grunts and wet slaps of Beckett fucking my girlfriend up the ass, my wet dick waving in the air, hard enough from the visual stimulation around me. And then there was another tight ass in front of me, and with one hand on my dick and the other splitting her cheeks, Bethany was sitting down in my lap and sinking me up her own back door. With a couple of thrusts and hard moans as I felt my shaft encased in that narrow tunnel, and then Bethany was leaning back against my chest, wrapping my arms around her to hold her tightly and palm her heaving breasts, and together we fucked while watching Andrea and Beckett in front of us doing the same. Sienna tugged gently on Andrea until they repositioned themselves before one of the couches, so that Andrea's face and tongue could reach Sienna's gaping slit, still oozing my cum. Fresh female moans and slurping sounds soon began to emanate from them. And Skye took Andrea's vacated place at the foot of my chair, kneeling and leaning forward to play with Bethany's engorged clit even as my shaft continued to ream her out. The six of us pulsed back and forth, up and down, in and out together in the pounding rhythm of our lust. Until one by one, we each came a final time, gushing liquids into mouths, into pussies, and up the bowels of exquisitely beautiful women. And then we all just kind of passed out, without actually losing consciousness. We had a worn out, well-fucked, exhausted stillness, just lying wherever we happened to find ourselves. With limp dicks still buried and ripe bosoms in our hands. We had shared the most intimate of physical actions with each other, and yet I found myself more emotionally disconnected from the others than ever. I had lost myself completely to this highly-sexual animal, fucking hot babes and swinging with my producer of all people. This was no close- interpersonal relationship with Andrea. I was rich, I had prestige, I had fame, and oh how I had the women. This was so surreal. But somehow I still felt unfulfilled. If this is what it means to "Make It" in Hollywood, to become a Hollywood hotshot, then I only had left to announce: I am here. I AM a Hollywood hotshot. ------- Chapter 4: Hollywood Ending "Ughh..." "Ohh..." "Ughh..." "Fuck me..." "Ughh..." "Aaahhhh! I'm coming! I'm coming! Come with me!" Andrea's body went rigidly still atop me, her head thrown back, her spine arched so that her firm tits thrust forwards, hot sweat mingling with my saliva upon her nipples, and her flat stomach stretched taut. For a moment she was a statue frozen in ecstasy, unmoving, her mouth gaping in a silent scream. And then the statue began to tremble, pulsing shockwaves carrying up her body from below. Increasing and increasing in power and violence until her whole body was shaking, an effect not lost upon my shaft embedded inside of her. And then I was geysering up inside of her, her hips quivering as she felt me exploding within her walls. My own arms were trembling as I held my grip tightly upon her hips and ass-cheeks. Her clear, violet eyes were shining brightly, a tear forming in the corner of one eye as she screamed out her release. And then she collapsed, the graceful but uninhibited fall of a gazelle shot down mid-stride, to land upon my chest, sweating and panting and rubbing her face against my neck. I felt the leakage of our mingled fluids dribbling out around my dick going limp inside of her. I rubbed her head, lovingly, a thankful word upon my lips. An image of Bethany popped into my head. The words I was about to say to Andrea caught in my throat, and I found myself wondering what Bethany was doing right now. As soon as that thought came, I pushed it out of my mind. That wasn't right. Bethany had stepped aside to let me be with Andrea. She had willingly suppressed her love and desire for me in order to let my heart run its course. And now I was with Andrea, my High School sweetheart. I caressed Andrea's dirty blonde locks, that whispered word of love once again on the tip of my tongue. And then the phone rang. Andrea's eyes flew open, a sigh escaping her lips as she reached for her cell phone on the table beside us, climbing off of me so that I exited her with a squishy 'plop'. She fought for a few moments to get her breathing under control, then flipped the phone open. "Yeah? Oh, hell. I know, I know. I forgot." She looked at me and mouthed the name of her publicist. Back to work for a busy actress. Then my cell phone rang. I reached over to grab it, reading the name of a studio producer on the caller ID, the guy who was going to pay me to write a new script. Back to work for me too. We were a Hollywood power couple. Andrea's phone call started to get animated, and she pulled on a robe and waltzed out of our bedroom and headed for the patio. I watched her go for a moment, then hit the answer button. ------- Andrea and I had been together for over two years now, dating back to that fateful day in Hawaii shooting for "The Amazon." In June we'd be having the premiere for "Double Vision," almost two years to the day since "The Amazon" premiered. Two years in Hollywood is an eternity. And I was so happy we'd made it this far. I moved into Andrea's Malibu palace, and was renting out my Hollywood Hills home. Excuse me, my Hollywood Hills "estate". I'd even traded in my convertible for a tricked out AMG Mercedes sedan. Every gossip magazine was talking about our wedding, speculating that I'd gotten the four-door because a baby was on the way, even though Andrea and I had never even discussed the possibility of marriage nor children. But we were in no hurry. We were still in our twenties, and had all the time in the world. We pretty much acted married anyways, albeit, I went long weeks without seeing her. But we were firmly coupled up, and except for a few drugged-out orgies that the Hollywood elite threw from time to time, no guys ever made a play for Andrea's affections. And hey, I couldn't complain. Who could pass up the chance to bone Carmen Electra and Cameron Diaz? Word on the grapevine was that Britney Spears would soon be attending one of our little 'get-togethers'. I had completely made it. My name alone guaranteed entrance to the hottest restaurants. MY name. Can you believe it? I was the Hollywood hotshot. But apparently I was a Hollywood hotshot who still had no control over his woman. I was fixing us breakfast when Andrea finally came downstairs, already fully dressed, hair and makeup done. I was still in my boxer shorts. "Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I gotta run. I forgot I had a breakfast meeting this morning with George." I paused over the scrambling eggs. "Which George?" "Clooney. His people have been bugging my people for months to do his next project. So he finally just asked for a breakfast meeting with me personally." "Oh, sure. And I've got a dinner date with Julia Roberts tonight. And then I'm getting coffee with Steven Spielberg. So I'm going to have to blow you off, too," I responded, mostly sarcastically. She came and gave me a peck on the cheek. "I'm really sorry, but I'll still see you at the spa." "Okay, 11 o'clock!" "I promise!" And then she was gone. Well, more food for me. ------- By 11:55 AM, I was really tired of sitting alone in the lounge going commando underneath my terrycloth robe. We were supposed to be having side by side couples massage. But every minute I spent in this place I seemed to get MORE wound up, not less. The last few months had been progressively getting worse. I saw less and less of Andrea as she got steadily busier and busier. An already famous actress, she was on the verge of super-stardom after her last A- list role. She beat out Catherine Zeta-Jones for a coveted spot opposite Brad Pitt next year, and her entire schedule had gone to hell in a hand basket. I should have known better. But I was tired of waiting. I let the attendant know that I was switching to just a solo massage. He politely informed me that our regular masseuse had a prior appointment at twelve noon, but that he would have someone else I was familiar with ready for me shortly. But while I waited, would I care for a glass of lemonade? Shrugging away my anger, I sighed and plopped myself back into a comfortable chair, pulling the hem of the robe closed to make sure my balls weren't peeking out in the co-ed lounge, warding away the idle conversation of the other guests. Maybe I should wait in the quiet room and just go to sleep. "Hey, Mr. Writer!" I turned around, already tipped off by the voice. Bethany was emerging from the hallway, her hair still wet and the thin terrycloth doing a poor job hiding her figure. I smiled at seeing my old friend, motioning for her to sit in the chair next to me. "I don't remember you ever calling me that before." Bethany smiled, her perfect teeth glowing. "Something I picked up from the twins. How are you? And how's Andrea?" "We're fine." Bethany smiled her knowing smile at this, then directed the conversation on to a different subject. We chit-chatted for a little while. Mid-conversation, the attendant came to me informing me that a backup masseuse was ready. I waved him off, I was busy. Tell him to go ahead and let the masseuse take someone else. I would let him know when I was ready. Smiling warmly despite his obvious frustration, he politely informed me that in this situation, he could not guarantee who would be working on me today. I told him not to worry, then gave a dismissive wave. I was a Hollywood hotshot now, and he scuttled away obediently. Meanwhile, Bethany crossed her legs and leaned forwards, speaking in a friendly manner while I did my best not to stare at her exposed cleavage and long legs. Involuntarily, memories of those legs entwined around my body in various sexual positions would flitter into my brain, and I fought to conceal a rising erection, not something easy to do in these robes. Bethany had left Beckett sixth months ago, and was working as a production executive for a smaller studio. She had more real responsibilities and absolutely no sexual commitments to anybody, and was really making it in Hollywood for herself as well. We caught up like old friends for about a half an hour, before she excused herself for a 12:30 facial, and I finally went up to get a massage. ------- My masseuse turned out to be a young girl named Nikki. She seemed very young for this type of job, but proved to be both pleasant to look at and excellent with her hands. Her platinum blonde hair (probably dyed) was pulled up into a business-like ponytail and contrasted nicely with her black uniform. The form-fitting shirt did little to hide a good- sized, buoyant chest, but after catching myself checking her out I schooled my face into typical Hollywood indifference and slid myself onto the table. She smirked a little when she noticed me staring. But then I caught her checking out my package as I got under the blanket, so I figured we were even. For the next half an hour, she worked over my back and legs, working out a surprising number of kinks around my neck and generally turning me into a puddle of Jell-O, relaxed and half-asleep. Nikki had to gently wake me to get me to turn over so she could do my arms and face. After some time sending me even further into a coma with well-executed relaxation techniques, I felt the creeping blackness of impeding unconsciousness clouding over my vision. I surrendered myself to the stress-free sleep, when a new sensation suddenly pierced through the fog into my brain. Those talented masseuse hands were caressing my balls. Slicked with oils, a second hand wrapped around my flaccid penis, which was quickly becoming not-so-flaccid within Nikki's hands. My eyes popped open to see the blanket had been folded to cover my upper body while leaving my legs bare to the outside air. Nikki was upright and rubbing away as if nothing was out of the ordinary, except that her hands were in my crotch. "What the-?" I was confused. Nikki turned and flashed me a warm smile. "Relax... It's all part of the service." I'd been to this spa many times, and this had never been a part of the service before. But then Nikki ducked her head and then I felt a warm tongue running the underside length of my newfound erection. And then I ceased to care about "standard" service any longer. Her finger tips danced along my sensitive nerves, teasing and squeezing and caressing even while I felt the wet tip of her tongue playing with my hanging balls. My body cried out in anguish when she stood back up, but every other muscle except my penis was still numb. And then she pulled the hem of her shirt up to her neck, exposing round breasts in a well-built bra. And then the front clasp of that bra was opened, and Nikki proceeded to coat herself in sweet smelling oils. When she was done, I watched as a gorgeous set of tits was lowered down to capture my erection. Nikki kept up a slow pace, spending the next fifteen minutes alternately squeezing me in her hands, licking me, sucking me, and rubbing me between the valley of her breasts. I felt my balls gradually, inexorably getting tighter, and tighter, until our time was almost up. My legs were quivering with built up tension, and Nikki let go of her tits and pulled off of me for a moment before wrapping her fingers around my shaft and taking the crown between her lips. And with her hands pumping me and her lips massaging the head I felt myself release into her mouth. It was no massive explosion, but a peaceful joy that almost felt like I was pissing out a constant stream of semen down her throat. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed for minutes, until finally she had drained me dry, letting my newly flaccid dick fall out of her mouth. And now every single inch of me was entirely relaxed. My eyes rolled back in my head as I just basked in the afterglow of such an orgasm. I could not even comprehend the concept of stress in this state. Nikki just grinned at me, lifting a finger to scoop up the last drops of jizz from her lips and suck them off. Then she put her bra back together and lowered her shirt. She reached back to her masseuse kit and brought out an actor's headshot card, complete with the contact information for her agent. "Let me know the next time you're casting. And have a pleasant rest of your stay here at the spa." And then she left, leaving me naked on the table. The life of a Hollywood hotshot. I knew Nikki wasn't expecting me to call her for a real date. I knew she was just looking for an inside edge on her acting career, like most people in this town. Hollywood played by a different set of rules. But I felt an odd guilt in the back of my head, for accepting the sexual favors of aspiring actresses without any commitment on my part in return. It felt powerful, but it felt... cheap. This Hollywood hotshot monster I had become was not the person I thought I'd grow up to be. I lay nude on the table, staring at the ceiling, strangely contemplative in my post-ejaculate state. I longed for the idealistic days when Andrea and I cuddled in bed, dreaming of plays and stories with substance. We were going to live our dream with no compromises. But we weren't those people anymore. She was an A-lister smack dab in the middle of Hollywood blockbuster culture. And I was the writer creating stories for the dumbed-down masses. One part of my brain told me to break away, get back to my ideals. What good was all the money and sex if I had a guilty conscience? The other part told me to shut up and enjoy myself. I didn't know what to do. In the meantime, I had an herbal bath coming up in a few minutes. ------- Andrea didn't come home until late that night. She apologized for not calling, she had just gotten wrapped up in George's little movie project. It seemed really promising. I told her not to worry. That was one good thing about being together for so long, it seemed. All the little petty disagreements just kind of faded into the background. We were too used to being around each other and putting up with the little scheduling problems of our lives. We ordered in some Chinese delivery, and sat together at the dining table not really needing to talk to each other. We both tried to start a conversation once or twice. But those never got off the ground. I wanted to talk to her about my little crisis of conscience. She, of all people, should understand. But for some reason I couldn't bring it up. We just didn't really have that kind of relationship anymore. The next two days were more of the same. Ah, the stable rut of a pseudo-married relationship. There was nothing really new to find out about each other. But the lust was still there, so I at least got laid a couple more times. Andrea left Saturday morning for New Zealand. It was apparently the hottest new filming location, and the small project would only take a month. A month apart from each other, just like that. And George would be waiting for her, oozing charm out of his ears. I surmised that he would be nailing her inside of a week. The thrill, for each of us, of reconnecting with our high school sweetheart had burned out long ago. All that was left was the affection and attraction we felt for each other. And after two years in this town, even those thrills were fading away. And as the passion we felt for each other faded, so did our love. I mean, what future did we have if neither of us even WANTED to talk about our future with each other? Our love only lasted from day to day. The sex was as good as ever. But the emotional connection had never gotten off the ground in two years. We were different people now than the writer-geek and theatre-chick of high school. We needed a new reason to love each other besides our high school romance. And it had never really happened. Our love had burned white hot. But that which burns so brightly, sometimes tends to burn out quickly as well. I already knew it in my heart. Andrea wasn't ever going to come back. ------- It was a balmy late June evening, just the right temperature for Hollywood starlets to wear the skimpiest of revealing dresses. My limo pulled up to the curb, and I was immediately dazzled by the bright strobing lights of hundreds of cameras flashing in my face as I stepped out. Schooling my face with practiced ease, I got out of the car alone. I was sharply dressed in the latest Armani. A gift from the company so that I could be wearing their label at this premiere for "Double Vision." A studio publicist directed me to the Access Hollywood reporter. Andrea was thousands of miles away, a half-forgotten memory of that wonderful day in Hawaii when we'd first gotten together shooting "The Amazon" in the back of my mind. Outwardly, I was calm and serene, at ease amongst the thronging crowds and paparazzi. I had been in front of the cameras before, and this was nothing new. The twins would be coming in last, and all the cameramen were anxiously awaiting their arrival. I did my best to get through this publicity circus and out of their way as fast as possible. A camera flash went off right in my face, and for a moment my vision was blurred and there were two reporters trying to talk to me. But I recovered without a hitch and kept up my constant chatter. A writer has to protect his verbiage reputation in this town after all. I received the usual inquiring questions as to where my famous girlfriend was at this time. I explained that she had a busy schedule and was prepping for a new movie. Most screenwriters don't get this much press treatment, and I had no doubt I would have been across the red carpet in under two minutes if I wasn't romantically linked with Andrea. I wished that I was this famous on my own merits, and for a few moments, I toyed with the very un-Hollywood notion of rejecting this fame because it didn't really belong to me. It was Andrea's far- reaching aura calling people to me now. But I just smiled back and let myself immerse in the chaos of a Hollywood Premiere. Surreal... but no longer as nice... Beckett arrived with a gorgeous but vapid model hanging onto her arm. She must have been under a hundred pounds soaking wet despite being taller than him, and her dress must have added only a few ounces to that total, revealing almost too much of her porcelain skin. She was on the cover of Vogue last week and Beckett didn't hesitate to remind me of this when he saw me. "You dateless tonight?" he asked. He peeked back at his limo, where it seemed several other women were exiting as well, although they would not be on the red carpet. "Yeah. It's no big deal." "No big deal? This is a party! And you deserve to live a little." Beckett had one of his trademark grins he usually reserved for the negotiating table. It was that grin that always appeared when I realized he had an ace up his sleeve and was about to spring it on you. "It just so happens, I can remedy that situation for you." He turned and made some sort of gesture to an attendant. A platinum blonde in a slinky dress and fantastic cleavage sashayed over to us. "I believe you've already met Nikki. I was at the spa last week and she mentioned having met you. I figured, why not bring her along for the ride? She's very good with her hands." Only in Hollywood. Beckett's grin became even wider as he took Nikki's hand and presented her over to me. I stifled a knowing smirk, sighed, and smiled for the cameras as I let Nikki wrap her arms around my proffered elbow and we continued along the paparazzi parade. She wisely stayed out of the way for the most part, instead of jumping at a camera and making a fool of herself, since she was rather obviously awed by her presence on the carpet. But one of the last reporters, asked me point blank, "Where is Andrea? And who is your date tonight?" I caught the US Weekly logo on her microphone, and inwardly groaned. Most reporters knew not to attempt an interview with any of the obvious arm-candy of the Hollywood elite. But the question was already out there. "Andrea is in New Zealand, prepping for a new film. This is Nikki, a friend of mine, and an actress." Nikki smiled for the camera, her natural confidence reasserting itself, and then we were on our way and into the theatre. The movie premiere went off without a hitch, and then it was back to the limos and off to the studio's after-premiere party at a swank hotel. I headed back out when Beckett found me once again. His vapid model already drunk. I guess the champagne hits you pretty fast when you have zero meat on your bones. That wolfish grin of his was back. "I sent your limo home. You can ride with me." Ah, to have powerful friends. I followed along obediently, Nikki hanging on to me like her career depended on it. In the company of a writer and one of the most powerful producers on the planet, I was sure she would do anything we wanted to make sure she didn't miss this opportunity to get her break in Hollywood. We arrived at the limo, and I was not surprised to find four women already inside, wearing dresses that assuredly would be easy to remove. We had no sooner closed the door than Beckett had his hands inside of the Vogue model's dress, joined by two of the extra women. Nikki surveyed the situation in a half instant and then was straddling my lap, her hands on mine and directing them to trace up her legs, lifting up the hem of her dress until it was bunched up around her waist and my palms could obviously feel her naked ass-cheeks and the thin thong-strap running the length of her crack. She dipped her head to plunge her tongue into my mouth and ground her crotch against me, moaning in arousal. I couldn't tell if she was really turned on or just playing me, but the fact that I couldn't tell led me to believe she may not be half-bad as an actress. She broke the kiss and leaned back and I saw that one of the other women had her hands inside of Nikki's top, pulling that end of the dress down to reveal Nikki's naked bosom. Her tits were as perfect and round as I remembered them, and looked absolutely delectable with another woman's neatly manicured fingers caressing them. As fantastic as this situation felt, that annoying voice known as my conscience started bugging the hell out of me again. This is not fulfilling for you. I sat there, unmoving, letting these girls caress and grind against me. I watched a hot redhead begin to nibble on Nikki's neck while another blonde dipped to let her tongue trail along the curve of Nikki's left breast. It's just sex... I told myself. And Nikki seemed to agree as her hands were fumbling with my zipper until she managed to extract my erection and pull it out into the air. It's just sex... I repeated to myself. There's no harm in this. The redhead slipped her fingers below the strip of cloth in Nikki's crotch and was strumming Nikki's clit. I watched, my dick twitching in Nikki's hands as the puffy pink folds began to emerge, the limo's interior lights reflecting off of her wetness. And even in the midst of this, my guilty conscience railed at me. And at this moment, I didn't even know WHY I felt guilty. And then Nikki leaned in, capturing my lips with hers again and rubbing those great tits into my chest. And she flexed her legs, lifting her hips up a few inches while repositioning my rod. And then with a smooth descent she plunged me into her. Pleasure screamed through my brain as I felt each layer inside of her part before my battering ram, until with a snug fit I was buried to the hilt. She panted and moaned with real arousal now as the redhead kept thumbing her clit while the blonde turned Nikki's head for a wet open mouth kiss. And in that exact moment, reason made a most unwelcome arrival into my head. She's using you that little voice told me. What? I'm using her! I get to fuck a hot blonde with great tits and go home to a gorgeous A-list actress! She doesn't love you. She doesn't really want you. She just wants a role. And you're going to give it to her. She's using you. I have the power. I am the Hollywood hotshot. I can fuck her and STILL not give her a role. Then you'll feel really guilty, and you'll be a cold-hearted evil bastard. You don't want to be an evil bastard, do you? Of course not. Well, you're fucking her now. So now you have to give her a role. And she knows it. And Nikki was soon bouncing in my lap, my shaft exiting and re-entering with piston-like precision and erotic friction. So she's going to get what she wants. She's using you. And incredibly, I could feel the sensations coming from my prick starting to fade away. I was only a minute into fucking this hot, young, platinum blonde, and I was losing rigidity. Does this make you happy? Are you fulfilled? Are all of your dreams coming true? Yes! I'm rich! I'm a Hollywood writer. I'm FUCKING HOT WOMEN. This is everything that I ever dreamed of. What do you want in this world, more than anything? What is your greatest desire? Remember those questions? I remembered the question. And it took me a while to think about it, I was obviously distracted by the girl humping me and determined not to let my erection flag. And just like so many years ago, I found the answer deep down in my gut: To write something really special, something I believed in. And to share that with someone who is just as special to me. Have you written something that was really special? No. Just Hollywood blockbuster crap. And is Nikki that someone who is just as special? No. Then what the FUCK are you doing here? Nikki was screaming her orgasm, her erect nipples rubbing against my chest and her nectar flooding out and coating my penis, when I came back to reality. I leaned over and hit the intercom. "Pull the car over, I'm getting out." And then I lifted Nikki off me and started putting my pants back together. Everyone was surprised and confused, not least of whom was Nikki who just stared at my limp dick, wondering what the hell she did wrong. Beckett didn't notice anything except the model he was fucking up the ass until I opened one of the side doors, but then I was already outside. You're not an evil bastard, are you? I exhaled, then turned around, looking right at Nikki, who had the most bewildered expression on her face. "I'll find you a role. I promise." I don't know if she believed me or not, but I closed the door and just started walking away. Time to find a cab. ------- I sat in a comfy chair on the patio of our house... Andrea's house, in Malibu, looking across the deep blue of the Pacific and relishing the cool breeze wafting through my hair. My laptop was open, my script doctor program up and running, with nothing but a blank screen. A memory came into my mind. I was sitting at my computer, typing away at an early draft of "The Amazon." Andrea was lounging on my bed. I need to get my foot in the door first. Give the Hollywood studio heads what they want. Then once I've got a few hits under my belt, I'll have enough power and freedom to write REAL stories. And now I was at that exact point. I gave the Hollywood masses what they wanted. I was a pseudo-bankable name for scripting. I was nowhere near the levels of Kasdan and Kaufman, but I had a couple hits under my belt. "Double Vision" had been number one at the box office and was steamrolling through the week towards a huge second weekend. I had the power and the freedom to write REAL stories. I picked up my cell phone, calling the studio and declining that latest script offer. I told them I was working on something of my own if they were interested in a few months. So then I lifted my hands, the ideas percolating in my head. And then I started typing. I didn't leave the house for two weeks. ------- It was at the end of those first two weeks when Andrea came home. I was on that second-floor patio deck, enjoying the sunshine and watching the surf, my laptop sitting next to me containing four different story ideas on it which were moderately fleshed out. I was sipping an iced tea when I heard the doors opening behind me, and some part of me instinctively knew who it was. I felt a tightness in my throat. "Hey there." Her voice was as tight as mine felt, not the husky come- hither comment she normally offered when we had been apart this long. I think we both knew our relationship was over. I didn't turn around, mumbling a "hey" in response until she padded around to take the seat next to me. She didn't even look at me as she stared off into the deep blue of the ocean, her face hidden behind big sunglasses and a summer hat. Her voice cracked for a moment, before she started to say, "I'm not sure how to say this... I-" "You don't have to say anything," I cut her off. "I already know, you're breaking up with me." We both sat in silence for a long time. She started to speak again on at least two more occasions, but kept stopping to reevaluate her word choices. Even after two years, we had never learned to talk to each other about any emotions besides lust. Our teenaged clichés just didn't cut it in an adult world. "We're not right for each other anymore," she finally managed to get out. "It's just been such a long time since High School, and we're not those people anymore. I kept wanting it to be just like the old days, but it never is." I smiled, "No, it can never go back to the way it was." Momentarily, I worried about that rule applying to Bethany as well. I kept staring straight at the ocean, as if not wanting to face what I was about to say. "If it's any consolation, I was about to break up with you, too." "You were?" I'm not sure Andrea ever considered the possibility of anyone dumping HER. I suppose Hollywood diva-dom gets to even the best of us. "Like it or not, we have no future," I told her. I finally turned and swung my legs of the lounge chair, planting them on the deck and facing her. Andrea turned her head towards me. "It's for the best, right?" "It is," she nodded. Finally, a wistful smile spread across her face. "Besides, she deserves to have you back." That caught me by surprise, but then Andrea was crossing over to me, holding my head in her hands and then giving me the most passionate kiss we had shared in a long time. I wrapped her up in my arms, never wanting to let go. My brain knew that this was the best thing we could do for each other, to let each other move on and find our futures. But it didn't make leaving my girlfriend of almost three years, my High School sweetheart, any easier. I was afraid of losing her. But then her lips left mine, and I kissed her forehead. She wiped a tear from behind her sunglasses, and then turned back towards the door leading into the house. "Where are you going?" I asked. "I've got to fly back to New Zealand. We're in the middle of shooting. I just had to do this in person." Andrea turned and kept walking, but when she had passed into the house, her hand on the door to close it, she turned back to me. "I always loved you." And then Andrea walked out of our relationship. ------- I collected my things, and after a few weeks, moved back into my house in the Hollywood Hills, the same one Bethany had picked out with me so long ago. After stocking up on groceries and putting together a thick catalog of restaurants that delivered, I became a veritable hermit in my house for the next two and a half months. Some friends, including Bethany, called on occasion to chat. I brushed them all off declaring that I was "in the writing zone" and couldn't be bothered. No one, not even the paparazzi, knew that my relationship with Andrea had come to an end. US Weekly was even speculating that she had flown back to Hollywood just for a one night tryst with me before returning to the set. I became a man possessed, writing and writing all hours of the day and night. I barely ate, rarely slept, and didn't even masturbate. My hair was getting shaggy and I kept meaning to shave, but my brain was exploding with ideas non-stop. Three failed stories and five drafts later, I had my script. And it was a script no major studio would touch with a ten-foot pole. It was a tight little thriller that probably wouldn't even make it to the hour- and-a-half mark. 3 characters. No plot holes. Truly an exercise in independent film writing. Now how the hell was I going to get it produced? Remember, in Hollywood, it's not what you know, it's who you know. And there was only one producer I knew who might make my little Indy-flick. So ignoring the eighteen messages, I picked up my cell phone and started to dial. ------- "Hey, Mr. Writer." My chair teetered when I shifted in my seat. One of the legs wasn't as long as the other three. The table kinda moved when I leaned on it too, for that matter. I dropped the plastic menu and looked up into the face of an angel. "Good lord, what have you done with yourself?" Bethany asked. She had only gotten more beautiful and elegant as she passed into the latter half of her twenties. I, on the other hand, certainly looked a mess. I hadn't shaved in three weeks nor showered in two days. Or was it closer to four? I knew my clothes didn't smell too good, and I'd surely put on a few pounds in my self-imposed exile. I didn't respond to her question, merely gaping at the most beautiful creature I'd seen in months. She wore a stylish black pantsuit, far too stylish for this hole-in-the-wall Chinese place. Her hair was neat, but uncomplicated, with simple makeup and a casual smile. But I still hadn't seen a real live woman for about three months, not including pizza delivery. And Bethany was a goddess. "Hello? Wake up..." I blinked and sat up straight, closing my mouth. "Uh, I've been busy." "I could tell. I've left half a dozen messages on your cell phone since the last time you called me back." "Yeah, I just kinda lost track of the time. I've just been writing so much lately. That's actually why I called you here." "Ooh, is it a big secret? That why you picked this place? Fancy Hollywood hotshot slumming with the locals?" "Ah, no. I've just started to really like the food here. Kept getting it delivered. Figured I'd come down and see what the actual restaurant looks like. So anyways, let's get some food. See what you think." Our waiter came by, and Bethany ordered right away without even peeking at the menu. "You're not the only one to have found this little gem!" she told me, a sly grin on her face. We got our food, and started making small talk. As usual, we deftly avoided talking about Andrea. It was never the easiest subject for Bethany, and I could see the hurt in her eyes whenever she thought about me with someone else. I asked how her producer's job was going. And she asked how I was feeling. That particular line of questioning didn't get very far before she finally just asked. "So why DID you call me here? I mean, it's great to see you again, but you haven't made a habit of lunch dates with me lately." I paused, hesitation about starting down this path away from Hollywood blockbusters and bucket loads of cash. "A new script I'm working on." I reached down into my bag, pulling out a binder. There was nothing on the cover except the working title and my name, and today's date. "It's a little rough, but it's pretty much a complete draft." I handed it off to her, then continued. "Just read it, tell me what you think. But the more important thing is this. I don't think a big studio is going to want to make this movie. It's going to have to go independent. And I know this is a lot to ask, but maybe you could get it produced?" Bethany just smiled at me, her business face dropping into place. "Well I'll certainly read it, but don't go expecting any special favors just because we dated way back when." "I thought that's the whole point?" She grinned at me, and smiled right back. My first real smile in a long time. I rubbed at the growth on my neck and jaw line. Far too long a time, my jaw muscles actually felt weird smiling. We chatted a bit more, and then once things had finished up, Bethany beat me to paying the check. "Hey, I'm my own woman in Hollywood now. I think I can afford this." $10.53 and a hefty tip later, we stood up and walked out of the restaurant, heading for the parking lot. We stopped at her car, exchanging warm hugs. Being held like that after so long felt better than the greatest orgasm I'd ever felt in my life. "Say 'hi' to Andrea for me," Bethany told me, as she turned to open her car door. I was staring at the ground when I replied, "Andrea and I broke up. A few months ago." She didn't say anything, but with my vision still pointed downwards I saw her feet turn around and come back. But I knew she hadn't tried to make a move on me in two years, and wasn't about to start now. Not yet. So I just looked up, eyes dry and face calm. "It was for the best. It just took me two years to realize I wasn't in High School anymore. I moved back to the Hills. So you'll know where to find me when you finish the script." Then Bethany took two steps forward and kissed me, a big, passionate, lonely kiss. After a second, I pulled back, my eyes wild and confused. She was immediately apologetic. I recovered quickly and then reached forwards, hugging her and gave her a short peck on the cheek, telling her not to apologize. "It's okay," I shushed her. "I just need to do a lot of thinking first." ------- I sat in my comfy chair. The one I'd spent most of the past few months in with my laptop. The chair with a great view over the city. And I was just thinking. I was doing too much thinking lately. At least I had taken a shower and shaved. Bethany swore she wouldn't read the script unless I cleaned myself up. I daydreamed about the teasing grin she had given me when saying that. How I could be blessed with such a fabulous woman wanting ME of all people, I could never understand. For two years she had stood by, watching me willfully be with someone else, and she couldn't possibly still want me back, could she? But no one ever got anywhere by thinking. People got places by doing. And I wanted Bethany back. Was it because I felt lonely? I was sure that was part of it. Was it because Andrea left me? No. I didn't belong with Andrea. But I felt it in the bottom of my heart that I would be happy with Bethany. And I hoped she would be happy with me. And another wild idea popped into my head. Even more crazy an idea than passing up that last studio scripting offer and all the dollar signs attached to it. I called Bethany, told her it was important, and informed her that I was driving to her place. I hung up before she could answer me back. When she answered the door, I was momentarily set back by how beautiful she still looked. But my brain was racing and I quickly sat her down in her living room, my manners and greetings forgotten. I asked if she had read my script. She had, and she thought it was wonderful. She'd set up a meeting with her other producers to discuss getting the project green-lit. That's when I waved her off. I had another idea. We could start up our own little production company. Pool in our own money, start with my script, get a little extra backing from the connections we both had. It might not be the biggest moneymaker, but it was REAL. And it would be OURS. I still had ways to make the script even better. Bethany was the brilliant producer. It could work. I was speaking a mile a minute, my heart racing. I pulled out notebooks and sketches from my bag. I'd done calculations on how much money we'd need, shooting locations, possible actors, everything I could think of. Bethany looked them over, tsking at me and raving that she could do better and with less expense easily. My smile was so big I swore I could have split my lip. This was possible. A half an hour later, Bethany was enthusiastic. "Let's DO it!" My mind immediately flashed to the "wrong" interpretation of doing it, but I recovered quickly from the momentary arousal. Bethany and I would be starting our own production company. I smiled and offered her a handshake with the practiced ease of a Hollywood business transaction. Bethany just skipped the hand, vaulting across the couch and planting her lips on mine. We just lay atop each other for what felt like hours, kissing and reveling in the half-remembered feel of each other's lips. She pulled back, her eyes blazing with a lust I had never seen in her. "I think we've waited long enough, don't you?" she whispered to me. My smile was so big it nearly cracked my face open. Then she sat up and began tossing her clothes onto the floor. And I drank in the feminine form I hadn't the pleasure of witnessing in some time. Great tits, impossibly round and firm, with only a hint of sag, just as buoyant as they were in college. Shapely hips over a tight but round ass, with a little extra padding in it that was quite pleasing to the touch. She reached down trying to lift my shirt over my head, a difficult proposition as my lips had latched onto her erect nipple and refused to let go. She giggled and lightly bopped me on the head, so she could continue to undress me. Sliding down, she got my jeans and boxers off, leaving us both naked on her couch. My purple monster was engorged and larger than I had ever known it to be. Between gasping breaths of arousal I warned her that I hadn't cum in a very, very, very long time. She decided that we would remedy that. But in the meantime, she was not above teasing me. Sitting me upright in the couch, with my feet planted on the floor, she straddled me and holding my erection in her cool hands, placed me lengthwise across her pouty lips and began to grind herself against me. My hips twitched, trying to bury the head inside of her, but she wouldn't let it and grabbed my wrists to prevent me from re-positioning her. Bethany's eyes glowed a brilliant green, enjoying the tortured expression on my face as I watched her round tits bobbing in my face and rubbing against my chest, all the while feeling the nectar of her arousal leaking out onto my shaft and allowing her to glide freely across me, the mushroomed crown rubbing against her clit. She panted, enjoying her momentary domination over me, and my shaft quivered in barely controlled excitement and rage as it was titillated into pleasure it had not experienced in months, but not allowed to begin down the path towards final satisfaction. For twenty minutes, she ground her way against me, until she had dumped a healthy load of girlcum into my lap, her body tense and beading sweat across her naked body as she fought to keep herself in control. I on the other hand, was in agony at being held so close to the paradise I had denied myself for so long. "Serves you right..." she panted at me, a wicked grin at the pained expression on my face. "You've made me wait long enough!" And then her smile was again lost to the escalating pleasure in her head. When at last Bethany crested into a second orgasm, her thighs quivering as she straddled me, her head resting in the crook of my neck as she sucked at my skin, she stopped moving and released her handcuffing of my wrists. I only groaned in dismay as she got up out of my lap. But then she did a 180, settling herself back into my lap while facing out the window of her own view of the city. And this time, with a tender hand holding me upright, she lowered her spasming pussy over my invading rod. I shuddered in mixed relief and delight feeling her moist folds parting before me, and when she had settled to the bottom, simply lay back against my chest letting me wrap my arms around her bosom. I held myself still, absently rubbing at her tits, as she waited for the involuntary twitching of my dick to subside, lest I lose it already. And when she thought I was ready, she leaned up to kiss me, then pulled back and said, "Now." On that cue, I redirected my hands to her hips and then really began to pile drive Bethany in my lap. We went from zero to sixty in half a second, my hands slamming her down against my legs to let my spear penetrate as far as it could possibly go before she flexed her legs and bounced back up, and then I was slamming her back down before she could even recover. Over and over and over I pounded her, her tits bouncing up and down with our thrusts, my forearms burning from the effort but I was unwilling to stop. She was screaming at me to fuck her harder and even faster, and I was complying as best I could, the internal lust inside of me taking over beyond reason and pain as I lost myself over to the thrusting motions and to whipping her lighter body against my pelvis with every ounce of energy I had. Only five minutes later, after non-stop high-velocity fucking I slammed her down against me so hard I was sure my legs would be bruised, and absolutely detonated inside of her pussy, months upon months of stored semen disgorging in shot after shot after shot into her body. A minute later I was still coming, my hips twitching with each explosion and Bethany's body rocking, her head hanging limp against her chest, her shoulders sagging as she felt each shot burst against her sensitive inner walls, helpless against the pleasure rioting inside of her body. At last I was finished, and Bethany toppled off me onto the floor, a veritable river of our mingled cum pouring out. Neither of us moved for a few minutes, just resting. Until Bethany crawled to her knees before my feet, laying her arms in my lap and resting her head there as she looked up at me. There was a fire in my eyes as I stared down at her, grateful and hopeful for our future at the same time. She lazily slurped my dick into her mouth, but after going this long without sex, I was just about ready to go again even before she began to take long tongue strokes across me, licking me clean. Then standing up, she pulled me to her and headed for the bedroom. And when I climbed atop her, my hips between her legs, she leaned up and kissed me on the nose. "You're back." There was a wonderment about her face, a bright hope in her eyes with a half-disbelief that I was here and we were doing this. I smiled back her. "I'm back." ------- I woke up confused, disoriented. It took me a minute to realize where I was. This wasn't my room, this wasn't my bed. I looked down and Bethany's head was on the pillow next to me. What the... ? How did I get here? Did I... ? Did we... ? Then I realized that we were both naked, and cuddling in a very intimate position. And it all came back to me. Bethany began to stir, her head dragging along my chest until her face was right before me. Gingerly, she blinked open her eyes, and grumbled something about the place being too bright. When her eyes finally came into focus, she looked at me a little quizzically and then smiled, a sleepy but self-satisfied smirk. "I forgot what this was like..." We got up and started to clean things up. And I found we couldn't keep our paws off each other all the way through making breakfast, pinching butts and copping a feel at every opportunity. She gave me a long, slow kiss before I left. We both had a very busy day. She was going to start setting us up with studio space, organizing employees, even calling a few producer connections she had to set up financing. I had to create the near impossible task of turning my script into a finished screen play, and organizing a shooting schedule around it. For the next month, we were both working harder than ever in our lives. But every night, no matter how big the workload or how high-powered the meeting, we waited awake for the other to come home, our home, in the Hollywood Hills with the great view of the city. ------- Andrea called me literally hours before the story hit the newsstands. She just wanted to tell me herself, like good friends do. Andrea and her new boyfriend were on the cover, smiling on the set in New Zealand and holding hands. Inside were more photos of the both of them in Wellington, kissing and cuddling in a nice restaurant. But I couldn't blame her. What woman wouldn't pick George Clooney over me? Well, maybe Bethany wouldn't... ------- I stayed on the set until well past midnight, editing down the final version of the film with the director and chief editor. As creator- writer-producer, I had a lot personally invested in this movie, and had run the gamut of emotions and arguments with the both of them. But when I finally climbed into my car and headed for home, I felt a wave of relief and contentedness wash over me. The movie was done. A screening arrangement at Sundance was already arranged. Distribution offers were already coming in off the rough cuts. Nothing left to do but handle the logistics of getting it printed. Then take a break, and get ready for the grind of marketing and promotion. But best of all, Bethany would be waiting for me. Ready to listen if I felt like venting or just relax me if I didn't feel like talking. I had a home and a partner to look forward too. In the end, isn't that what everyone wants? Even the Hollywood hotshots? I arrived home, mentally tired if not physically. I kicked off my shoes and headed for the kitchen, intent on mixing myself a stiff drink. I was halfway across the room, unseeing, when I heard a soft, seductive voice. "Hello, Mr. Writer. We missed you." Not Bethany's voice. I stopped in my tracks, turning my head in disbelief. Sienna and Skye reclined on my couch, sipping Cristal, and scantily clad in very revealing lingerie. My eyes bugged out, wondering what they were doing here. "Ah, you're home!" That was Bethany's voice. I turned my head again to see Bethany wearing a short, green silk robe that brought out the color of her eyes. The hem rode up to show off her long legs, and the front was hanging open to reveal her deep cleavage. She came up and kissed me, a warm kiss, full of passion and potential. Then, with a sparkle in her emerald eyes, she turned to survey the girls cuddling on the couch. "Hi, baby. I invited over a couple of guests. Hope you don't mind." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2007-10-30 Last Modified: 2007-10-30 / 09:32:10 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------