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My heart is thumping in my chest. I glance over at James. He looks almost bored he’s so calm. I guess this is second nature to him. He’s been shooting sex scenes for decades now, and has been fucking for real for even longer.

“Harper!” The director is staring at me. I get the feeling he’s called my name more than once now.

I look up at him.

“Be sexy, but not too sexy. Don’t forget that you’re a virgin.”

No problem there.

“I want you to be inexperienced but not naive,” he continues.

“You’ve wanted this for a long time, fantasized about it while sitting in class every day.

And James—” The director pauses and turns his attention to James.

“You’ve been trying to ignore her all year, that little sexpot that sits in the front row and opens her legs to show you her panties.

You tell yourself you’re going to her house to reason with her, to talk her out of her crush.

But you know what’s really going to happen.

You want it just as badly as her. I want to see the sexual tension between you two. ”

James nods.

“Remember, you have a lot on the line too. If anyone finds out about this, you’ll lose your job.”

“Yeah, nobody likes a teacher who fucks his students,” James says.

I grin, but try to hide it. Half the crew members are doing the same. The director is the only person here with a straight face. He does not look amused at all. He’s all business tonight, focused only on getting this shot.

“Right,” he bellows. “Bad for community morale. Now let’s do this before we run out of time.”

Everyone scrambles to get ready. James gets into position just off set, ready to enter once we start shooting the scene.

I take my place. Check my boobs to make sure my cleavage isn’t totally popping out. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath.

I’m Jenna now. I’m home alone on a Friday night, and I’m horny. Jenna’s always horny. We have that in common, at least.

“Action!” the director yells.

There’s a knock on the door. The cameras zoom in on me as I swing it open. When I see who’s standing outside, I beam. “You came!”

James—no, Mr. Parker—nods. Then he stands there without saying anything for a moment. The man is a fantastic actor. I can sense his deeply conflicted feelings about being at my doorstep without him uttering a single word.

“Come in,” I finally say, breaking the silence.

I step aside to let him pass through the door, making sure to stand close enough so that he has no choice but to brush against my breasts as he enters.

He clears his throat, keeping a safe distance between us. “Jenna, you…you look great.” His eyes rake across my body as he speaks, and there’s a lust in them that I know is just as much from James himself as Mr. Parker.

I grin and take a step forward to close the distance between us. “So do you, Mr. Parker.” I make a point of staring at his crotch. “Even better than you did in class this morning.”

“You’re sure your parents aren’t coming home tonight?” he says, looking around uneasily. “I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.”

I toss my hair over my shoulder and start to twirl a strand between my fingers. “And what idea might that be, Mr. Parker?”

“It’s just unusual for teachers to make house calls, that’s all.”

I bite my bottom lip, sucking on it just hard enough so that it turns bright red. “There’s no one here. You can do whatever you want to me.”

He swallows hard and nods.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I tell him.

“What kind of thoughts have you had?”

“Naughty ones,” I say. “The very best kind.”

We spend a few minutes bantering back and forth, exchanging sexy flirtations. It’s kind of nice being able to flirt with James without the fear of embarrassing myself. This is all in the script. I have to say these things.

Pushing out my tits just a little more than necessary, I take another step towards him. I’m close enough to touch him now. Time feels like it’s moving in slow motion as I get up on my tippy toes and kiss him.

He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me back. More enthusiastically than I expected, definitely using more tongue than the script calls for, which is none.

His body is warm against mine. I can feel his cock stiffening through his pants as he holds me close, still kissing me hungrily.

My pussy is literally dripping wet. If I’m not careful, it’s going to soak through my shorts. Maybe I should have taken James’s suggestion to ride that dildo more seriously. Because right now all I can think about is the deep ache inside of me, the need to be filled.

His tongue pushes deeper into my mouth and I moan softly, the sound rising from my throat before I can stop it. I feel his cock twitch against my stomach in response.

Then just as quickly as the kiss started, it’s over. He pushes me away and looks down at the floor.

“We can’t do this, Jenna,” he says. His voice is gruffer than usual. “It’s wrong. I’m your teacher, we can’t get involved.”

“Then why are you here?” I ask.

“You told me you needed help with your homework.”

I take a step closer to him and press my body to his.

I feel obligated to block his erection from view of the cameras.

The thing is massive, bulging out from his pants like a flag pole.

The director definitely wouldn’t want it to be in the shot.

James wasn’t supposed to pop a massive woody like this.

And besides, I can’t resist rubbing against it. I love the way it feels.

“We both know that was a lie,” I say. “You wouldn’t come over to my house on a Friday night when my parents are away to help me with homework.” I pause so that my next line packs more of a punch. “You came here to fuck me, Mr. Parker.”

“I’ll admit the thought crossed my mind.”

I smile. “What are you waiting for then?”

“This doesn’t seem like a good idea, Jenna. I should go.”

He starts to back away from me, slowly moving towards the door. But his eyes stay glued to my tits the whole time.

I close the gap between us until he’s backed against the wall with nowhere to go. “Come on, Mr. Parker. Don’t make me beg.”

I run my hand over his crotch and wrap my fingers around the bulge of his cock.

This is not in the script, but it seems like something Jenna would do.

Not that that’s why I’m doing it. I just can’t help myself.

I have to know what he feels like. And the fact that he warned me not to makes it all the more appealing.

It’s totally worth it because this is better than I ever could have imagined. He’s rock hard and still growing. Just touching him is making me warm all over. I can feel my skin flushing.

I hate that we’re surrounded by cameras though. I’m used to this, but tonight it feels strange. Intrusive. I wish I could have James all to myself right now.

From the corner of my eye, I can see the director instructing the cameramen to get only our upper bodies in the frame. So at least what I’m doing with my hand is just between us. Well, between me and James and the entire crew. But at least the public won’t get to see it.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone,” I whisper in James’s ear, giving his cock a gentle squeeze through his pants. “I want this just as badly as you.”

He swallows hard. His jaw is clenched and I can see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat.

Either James is a great actor showing that Mr. Parker’s resolve is wavering, or my improvisation is having a bigger impact than I anticipated.

There’s a fire in his eyes that tells me he’s losing control.

His cock is throbbing against the palm of my hand.

There’s so much heat radiating from it that it almost burns.

No man has ever looked at me like this before. He doesn’t just want me, he needs me.

“So what do you say?” I use my most seductive voice. It sounds foreign to me, I’ve never spoken to anyone this way before. “Would you like to see my bedroom?”

“Fuck, Jenna. Are you sure about this? You’re so young…”

I give his cock another squeeze and then pull my hand away. Turning my back to him, I head for the fake staircase on set. As I walk towards it, I take off my shirt and fling it over my shoulder at him.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life,” I tell him. “Now come fuck me, Mr. Parker.”

“Cut!” The director rushes onto the set. He’s grinning from ear to ear. “That was perfect. Exactly the sexual dynamic I wanted to see.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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