Page 3 of Harper's Unexpected First Time

“Places everyone!” The director sounds frantic. “The studio’s tearing down the set tomorrow. We only have one chance to get this shot. Ithasto be right. One take. Any questions?”

There’s a lot of grumbling from the crew as they set up their equipment and prepare to start recording the scene.

I look over at James. He’s standing outside his trailer, chatting casually with one of the producers. He doesn’t look nervous at all, which is exactly the opposite of how I feel.

It’s not unusual for me to get butterflies in my stomach before shooting a big scene, but tonight it feels like the butterflies have morphed into full–sized birds, wildly flapping their wings with every breath I take.

My first sex scene. It’s a career milestone, a make–or–break point. If it goes well, I’ll officially have made the transition from child actor to adult actress.

But if it doesn’t? I may never get a second chance. I’ll have to get a real job, give up on my dreams.

James notices me looking at him and winks.

This is the first time I’ve seen him since finding the dildo. Does he think I actually used it? Is that why he’s winking at me?

My cheeks blush, but I refuse to get embarrassed. It doesn’t help that I’m already dressed for the scene, wearing just a skimpy pair of shorts and a low–cut tank top. I can’t hide much of anything in this outfit.

James isn’t paying attention to what the producer is saying anymore. His gaze has dropped to my tits, which are practically popping out of my shirt. I swear I can see a bulge forming in his pants. Is he really getting hard or am I just imagining it, seeing what I want to see?

He spends the majority of his time around women far more sexy and beautiful than me. Women who actually know how to please a man. And he’s old enough that he should be able to control himself. I mean, we’re not even filming the sex scene yet. He’s just looking at me from across the room.

And yet there’s no denying his growing erection. I can clearly make out the outline of his cock through his pants. It’s getting thicker and thicker, starting to form a tent in his pants.

I know that guys masturbate to pictures of me all the time. I’ve gotten plenty of fan mail stating exactly that. But to have this effect on someone in person is different.

Especially when that person is James. Handsome, worldly, irresistible James. The man that women all over the world lust after, and not just for his looks. He’s pretty much a saint with the amount of time he dedicates to his charity foundation.

But James is a professional. He shouldn’t get this visibly aroused just from seeing me in a skimpy outfit. Not in front of everyone on set anyway.

I’ve never felt so sexy in my life. And turned on too. My pussy is drenched. Whichis about to become a problem since I’m not wearing real underwear. This little stick–on thing barely covers anything. If I don’t calm down soon, I’m going to soak right through it. And if that happens, it won’t be long before everyone knows about it. I’ll probably have to change so I don’t have a giant wet spot in my shorts when the cameras start rolling.

The director just might kill me if that happens. He’s made it pretty clear that we’re short on time. We’ve already overrun the budget the studio set for us, and all the camera equipment needs to be returned tomorrow. Tonight is our only chance to get this last scene of the movie filmed, and we really only have time for a single take. I don’t want to be the one responsible if anything goes wrong.

James shakes hands with the producer and then motions for me to come over.

I hope he can’t tell how nervous I am. I don’t even know what to say to him.

“Give us five minutes,” James shouts to the director, then quickly pulls me into his trailer before getting a response.

My heart is racing. My palms are sweaty. His hand is still on my arm and it’s making me tingly all over.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” James says, giving me a reassuring grin. His cock is still at half–mast, but he acts like everything’s normal. “Sex scenes can be awkward. I find that a little alcohol helps.”

He pours us each a shot of whiskey and hands me one.

“I guess I can’t argue with the expert,” I say, clinking my shot glass against his. Then I tilt my head back and pour the liquid down my throat.

He’s right, I’m already feeling more relaxed. But my heart’s still racing too.

Until now I’ve always felt comfortable around James, able to be myself. But at the moment, I don’t even know what to say to him, how to act. My usual confidence is nowhere to be found. All I can focus on is that bulge in his pants.

“So did you try it out?” he asks, his voice low.

It takes me a minute to realize that he’s talking about the dildo. My face flushes crimson.

James grins. “Relax, Harper. It was only a joke.”

He didn’t sound like he was joking though. He sounded like he wanted me to admit that yes, I had fucked myself with the dildo, and yes, I had enjoyed it.

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