Page 5 of Harper's Unexpected First Time

The director’s shouting again, this time at one of the cameramen. When he sees me, he stops talking mid–sentence and puts two fingers in his mouth to whistle loudly.

“It’s go–time, people!” He walks swiftly across the set so that the whole cast and crew has a clear view of him. “Remember, we only have time to do this once. If you screw up, just go with it. No retakes.”

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 alwayshorny. 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?”

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