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Jesse slid his index fingers into the hole of the stockings and pulled at them, tearing them open to reveal my vagina; the camera was less than two feet from me. My heart was racing in my chest, so I closed my eyes and tried once more to forget those around us. Jesse kissed each of my hips, and then each of my breasts before he sought out my lips, his mouth was fresh, like vanilla and peppermint, and his scruffy face tickled my skin as he trailed to my neck once again whispering to me.

  “You’re incredible.” He said, and I wondered if he’d really said it or I’d only imagined it, so quiet were the words. “I want to taste you.” He whispered, nuzzling my neck with his nose, his fingers circling my clitoris.

  Jesse’s words were maddening, I moaned loudly, and his fingers started to glide along my folds with greater ease as he harvested the first drops of my nectar. I felt his cheeks lift in a smile against my neck and I squirmed, suddenly and unexpectedly aroused. My nipples scraped against his chest, and the small bit of coarse hair that sprinkled his chest tickled them. He sat back on his haunches and ripped the stockings open more, and when I felt the cool air hit my thighs I gasped again, and watched as Jesse’s head lowered to me.

  I cried out in alarm and sat up as he seemed to attack my vagina, almost savagely. Instantly my legs were quaking and I tried to pull away from him, but he grasped my hips and hauled me forward on the couch, burying his mouth against me, his facial hair stabbing yet tickling me at the same time. I grabbed a handful of his thick hair and closed my eyes, twisting away from him as he forced me over the edge, my moans sounded almost accusatory even to my own ears.

  When the last exquisite spasm ripped through me, I shoved his head away from me and released his hair; his eyes gleamed wickedly at me as I slinked off the thick red cushion to put my knees on the floor.

  “Give me that cock baby.” I said as I pulled at his underpants.

  He lifted his hips slightly and he sprung free, his eyes gleamed with knowing. My hands were frozen in mid air, my eyes wide, and my mouth hung open, I tried to speak but I couldn’t form words. How am I supposed to suck this? I thought.

  “Stop!” I heard called behind me and I spun around.

  “No, I’m sorry, it’s fine.” I called turning back to Jesse, he was ginning biting his bottom lip, as if holding back laughter. “I… I…” I stammered. What an idiot. I thought to myself.

  “Should we continue?” The older man asked kindly.

  I couldn’t look behind me, I felt so embarrassed I thought I might cry. My cheeks were burning hot and to my horror tears did start to build, and blurred my vision. I held my eyes open wide, waiting for the unexpected tears to dissipate, but instead of drying up they began to spill over my bottom lids.

  Jesse sat up quickly; all traces of humor disappeared from his face, and were replaced with concern. He cupped my face in his hands and I turned my eyes up to his. The fact that someone here actually cared about my feelings was so overwhelming that the tears flooded anew and my shoulders began to shake as I held my sobs inside.

  “Hey, hey come on it’s okay.”

  “I ruined it.” I said quietly, my chin wobbling.

  “No you didn’t. Let’s go take a minute.” He said, placing my robe over my shoulders.

  I stood and followed him into the darkened kitchen, he handed me a glass of water and I looked back at all of the people while sipping at it.

  “I’m really sorry.” I said, looking back at Jesse.

  “Don’t be.” He laughed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have teased you that way on your first shoot. I just thought it might help take the tension off for you.”

  I gave him a weak smile. “I really do appreciate it.”

  “Come here.” He said, and I followed him out of the kitchen, and down the hall, to a quiet empty bedroom.

  It was a set as well of course, but it was empty and that was all that mattered to me. I glanced at him gratefully as he closed the door behind himself. I looked around the room, the large four post bed, the rich mahogany bedroom set, the large wall mirror, right out of the catalogue except for the tape on the floor indicating where the crew was supposed to stay. When I finished my water I made my way back to the set.

  Jesse was sitting on the red chair, his underwear back in place. I positioned myself between his legs and glanced up at him gratefully, but again he was staring off to the side, looking at the ground, completely zoned out. I placed my left hand on his knee and waited; when it was time to begin I slid my hand up his thigh, scratching my nails softly up his skin as I did so.

  I pulled the boxer briefs down again, Jesse wasn’t hard this time, and I quickly took him into my mouth. He swept my hair away from my face, and I was dreadfully aware of the camera very close to my face, I could even feel the heat radiating off of it on my cheek. I looked up at Jesse’s face and focused on his beautiful features while he hardened and filled my throat. I fought back the urge to gag, but eventually had to release him, not able to hold him in my throat as I’d hoped I could. I stroked his shaft firmly with my hands, and languidly stroked the tip of his head, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could with tonguing the sensitive hole.

  Jesse pulled me up as he stood, and planted a kiss on my lips before turning me around and bending me over the arm of the oversized chair. I braced myself with my hands, and he swept my thick mane of curls off my back, it hung down my left side and he slid his hands over my pale skin. I shivered briefly when he yanked the tattered stockings completely from my body, and I looked back at him, consciously pulling my lower lip through my teeth for the camera. Jesse smiled at me and swatted my bottom; I started at the unexpected contact, but recovered easily when he slid his fingers along my silky nether lips.

  When he nudged his head against me, I closed my eyes, still braced up on the arm of the chair, and waited for him to enter. He probed at me harder, and eased into me; my mouth fell open as I felt myself stretch to accommodate his impossible size. He was uttering curses under his breath, and mumbled something about how tight I was. When the stretching feeling didn’t ease, I dragged my fingers along my tongue and swept them along the underside of his thick shaft, adding extra lubricant to ease my discomfort.

  Jesse finally began to move, the position was awkward, his right hip was opened to the camera, and it caused him to slam into the right of my vaginal wall, the sensation was almost painful, and just when I thought I could stand it no longer, Jesse turned me around and laid me back on the chair. My bottom hung over the side of the chair, and I stared up at him as he eased himself into me again.

  Laying this way, it was easier for me to receive him, and almost instantly I felt the lip of his head rubbing against my inner ridges deliciously. Jesse gripped my hips, and turned me slightly to my left, and the slight change in position increased my own pleasure, my breathing increased slightly and I fought back a moan. Jesse picked up his pace, and I felt him discreetly deposit more saliva on his cock before it impaled me. I began to moan, and writhe beneath him; I slid my hand down to my clitoris and began circling it, desperately wanting to come now.

  I felt myself tightening around him, and the mixture of that and being stretched to my limit caused my insides to burn with fire.

  “Shit.” He said quietly, and I watched his jaw flex as he squeezed my breasts, his eyes roving over my body for the first time since we started. His tongue darted out to moisten his bottom lip before he bent down to kiss me again.

  I gripped his arm, and dug my fingernails into his bicep as I came around him, spasms rocking my body, I screamed with my release, the blood flooding my face so much I felt my head might explode.

  “Fuck!” Jesse said, and I felt him erupt inside of me.

  “Stop!” Someone behind him called in exasperation, but I could hardly hear it past the ringing in my ears.

  When I opened my eyes, Jesse was panting, and his eyes were closed, a small, cocky smile spread across his mouth at the annoyed words, and he apologized half heartedly over his shoulder while he eased out of
me.

  ***

  We broke for lunch after the third cut, which gave Jesse and I more time to talk about what we were doing, and warm up some more. After that, we finished the scene in one take. Jesse made me come four times before they told him to pull out and come on my breasts, everyone seemed pleased with the end result, and it was called a day. Jesse and I sat out on the patio in opposite chairs, smoking as the last of the crew finished clean up.

  “How you feeling?” He asked.

  “Good.” I smiled, but it was forced.

  He smiled knowingly at me lifting his eyebrows, and dragged on his cigarette.

  “It gets better trust me. You just had to lose your virginity again.” He winked and I laughed a real laugh for the first time all day.

  “Thanks for being so understanding. I was pretty sure I’d end up with a complete asshole.” I said honestly as I watched the sky growing paler with the setting sun.

  “What are you doing for Christmas?” He asked.

  “Nothing. I was home visiting until last night, so I’m just going to grab some food and then head back home. Probably watch something awful on TV.”

  “Sounds awesome.” He said.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Probably the same.”

  “Well, we are a couple of Grinch’s aren’t we?” I asked stubbing my cigarette butt out in the ash tray and standing. “It was nice to meet you Jesse.” I said, pulling my coat tighter around me.

  “Pleasure was all mine, trust me.” He winked and I felt a blush creep into my cheeks. “Will you let me take you to dinner?” He asked as we stepped inside.

  “Sure, do you think that’s a good idea?” I asked, not sure about the rules of professionalism in this situation.

  “Unless you don’t like food.” He quipped; he was exquisitely sexy in his gray shirt and black leather jacket.

  “Oh, don’t let the thin frame fool you. I love food.” I laughed as we stepped onto the elevator.

  “Where are you parked?” He asked as we waited for the elevator to lower.

  I became aware of some mild discomfort in my groin as I waited, and shifted my legs. “Oh, somewhere in Connecticut. Probably a wal-mart”

  He turned and gave me a quizzical look. “Was it stolen?”

  I laughed loudly, “No, I don’t have a car here in LA. My car is with a friend back home, I just use my bike if I can’t walk.”

  “Oh, well then we can take mine.” He smiled.

  As we exited the building the cold air blasted me, and I felt my eyes water in response, I walked beside Jesse quickly. He pressed a button on his key chain and a sleek black Toyota greeted us with a flash of lights. He held the passenger door open for me and I climbed in. It was unbelievably clean, for a guys truck, and it smelled really good. I watched Jesse walk around the front of the truck as I fastened my belt.

  He pulled the door closed and looked over at me. “So, what kind of food do you want?”

  “You choose.”

  “Alright.” He turned the key and the truck roared to life, louder than I expected from a Tacoma.

  We pulled away from the curb, and headed south. “Where are we going?” I asked as we pulled onto the freeway.

  “I thought you told me to choose?” He looked over at me, the lights from the freeway lit his features slightly, he had a very handsome smile.

  My phone was buzzing in my coat pocket and for the first time I realized I hadn’t checked it all day. I pulled it out, four missed calls. And I bet they were all from Ian, whose name flashed at me as my phone rumbled in my hand.

  “Are you going to get that?” Jesse asked.

  I sighed. “Unfortunately.”

  “Not someone you want to talk to?”

  I shook my head no, as I opened the call.

  “What?” I said, a bit harsher than I’d meant to, and I noticed Jesse’s eyebrows raise at me briefly before he took an exit.

  “Where the fuck are you?” Ian demanded. Jesse looked over at me again; I shook my head at him apologetically and rolled my eyes.

  “None of your business, is it Ian?”

  “The hell it isn’t! I’ve called you all day, and left several voicemails, where have you been?” His voice rose higher still.

  “Ian, I told you not to follow me back to LA. I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I don’t want to see you anymore; you have to leave me alone.” I said calmly.

  “Chase.” He growled.

  “Stop it Ian!” I whispered, tears burning my eyes. “I was just at a shoot today, I’m fine, I’ve been busy. I’m going to get dinner with a friend now so I have to go.” I pressed end, and shoved my phone back into my pocket.

  “Hey if this is going to be a problem with your boyfriend, I can just give you a ride home? We can grab taco bell.” He grinned at me.

  I laughed and dashed a tear off of my cheek, “Ian isn’t my boyfriend.”

  “Oh, I just thought…. He sounded pretty worried.”

  “He’s my step-brother. I left home early; he wanted to be sure I got here safe.” I pulled the visor down in front of me and fixed my makeup. Mindlessly adding more red lipstick to my thick lips while I pretended not to notice Jesse’s concerned expression.

  “That makes sense.” He said simply, turning his eyes back to the road.

  We pulled onto a side street and up to a tiny hole in the wall place, the truck bounced and rocked as he went over the curb with the front passenger wheel.

  “Sorry.” He laughed. “They have some of the best burritos here.” He said, almost sheepishly.

  “I like burritos.” I smiled at him as we made our way up the short walk to the door.

  Jesse grinned at me as he pulled the door open and my nostrils were greeted with the delicious smell of spices, and warm food. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until now. We chose a small booth in the corner that was beside a window, it looked out at the opposite side of the building. People were walking by quickly, and the streets were lit with headlights and Christmas lights, shop signs and traffic lights. They were filled the loud buzzing that accompanies a large city. Concrete jungle really is the only way to describe it. Had it been day time, there may have even been people hanging from telephone poles.

  “So why did you leave?” Jesse asked.

  “What?”

  “You said you left early from your visit home. Why’d you leave early?” He sipped the glass of ice water that sat in front of him, and a short woman with dark hair and large eyes came to take our order. “Can we have the fiesta platter please?”

  “Yes, anything to drink?”

  “I’m fine with water… Chaste?” He asked.

  “I’m good too, thanks.” I waited until she walked away before I spoke again. “You can call me Chastity if you want, I like it more than Chaste anyway.”

  “Oh. Yeah, my bad.”

  “No it’s fine, just preference.” I smiled and stared at my glass deciding how to word what I wanted to say. “I left because I slept with my step-brother.”

  I wasn’t really sure why I told him. Maybe because I didn’t know him, he didn’t know Ian, or his father. Sometimes it’s easier to tell a complete stranger your darkest secret than it is your best, and most loyal friend. Upon my admission Jesse sputtered his water, and had to hold his fist to his mouth for a second. I grinned bitterly at my water glass.

  “Don’t worry, we didn’t grow up together or anything.” I said. “Our parents married when we were teenagers. He was in a boarding school, and then went to college. I only saw him a handful of times before…”

  “You slept together?” He asked.

  “No, well… yes. Sort of. It’s hard to explain.” I shook my head in mild disgust with myself. “If his father ever found out… he’d kill me.”

  “It can’t be that bad. Not if you didn’t even know each other.” He said as the waitress came by and filled our water glasses and placed a tray of tortilla chips and salsa between us. “Thanks.” He said to her,
with a bright smile that turned her cheeks pink.

  “It is in that family.” I sighed. “Jesus. I’m really sorry; I shouldn’t have brought this up. Can we talk about something else?”

  “Sure.” He grinned.

  He was lounging back in the small booth, his handsome features were accentuated by the dim lights around us, and I felt a small flutter in my stomach at the memory of having sex with this man less than two hours ago.

  “Where are you from?” I asked him.

  “Oregon.” He said easily, still grinning.

  “Oh, I’ve never been there. What’s it like?”

  “It’s sort of the West Virginia of the West Coast.” He kidded, again making me laugh.

  “Did you go cow tipping? Or make potato shooters?” I ginned at him as I sipped my water, being careful to not mess up my lip stick.

  “No, but I went mudding a lot, and got into a lot of trouble for fire crackers and racing.”

  “Mudding?”

  “You know, you take your truck out to the best mud holes and just drive like a maniac.” He winked at me. “I bet you’ve done it thousands of times.”

  “Oh…yeah, hundreds at least.” I said, waving my hand. “It sounds kind of fun.”

  “It is.” He took a long swallow from his glass, and leaned over the table, his elbows pointed at me, and I noticed he had what looked like tribal tattoos on the backs of his arms, but I wasn’t sure. “I’ll take you sometime.”

  “Oh I’m sure there are plenty of mudding holes here in LA.” I rolled my eyes playfully.

  “No, but road trips are fun.”

  “True.” I smiled. “Did I just make a friend?”

  “Yep.”

  “So tell me… Jesse James?” I lifted my eyebrow as I slid a chip through the bowl of salsa.

  “It’s my real name.” He said easily.

  “You’re kidding!” I laughed.

  He shook his head and smiled widely.

  “So, what are the stories?” He asked, taking a bite of a small taco that was filled with beef, cilantro, tomatoes, onions and black beans.

  “What stories?” I asked, holding my hand in front of my mouth as the savored the delicious food.