TV Temp : Alison Brie
TV Temp : Alison Brie
Sometimes when I have money, freelance writing and book troubles, I lament that I still haven't gotten my one big break. Given that I have been intimate with several of the most beautiful and talented women on television, it gets even more frustrating sometimes.
But although I would gain instant fame if I shared those exploits, I would never want to put them in anything scandalous. And I certainly would never tell them about my past either, lest they get the wrong idea about what kind of person I am.
Tina already knew about me because Jenna told her, and I gave her a hint about my time with Anne too. Other than that, I didn't want any other actress to know of my "resume"; at least not from me.
So of course, it happened in front of one actress who I really didn't want to get the wrong idea about me. But since things had been going so well for me beforehand, it was probably predictable.
After going just three months in between stints on "Modern Family" and "SNL" it took just over four to get my next assignment in early April. By now, getting temp jobs on my favorite shows and working for my favorite people should have jaded me. Yet I still almost forgot to squeal for joy over this assignment until after I hung up the phone.
For the second time, I was recruited to fill in as the personal assistant for an actress. What's more, it was one from my latest Thursday night, low rated NBC comedy favorite, "Community." Even better, the star I would be personally helping was the hilarious and drop dead gorgeous Alison Brie.
Alison was already a recurring guest on "Mad Men" so this was the second time I was coming to one of her sets. But since my time on "Mad Men" in summer 2009, Alison had become a regular and a comedic scene stealer on one of the most inventive, parody-ridden shows on television. This gave myself and many others more room to crush on her multiple talents, "Disney face" and flawless, well endowed figure than we had on "Mad Men."
But unlike many others, I would be working with her as "Community" filmed the end of its second season; and I guessed that my stint on her other show helped me land this gig. So working on "Mad Men" did yield benefits other than having sex with Christina Hendricks after all.
The good luck kept coming when I made to the set, as I found out they were filming a two part sequel to the beloved "Modern Warfare" paintball/action parody episode. What's more, Alison's character Annie would be revealed as a paintball superstar, in a Western homage complete with a revealing Annie Oakley-esq outfit. Considering that and how this paintball war was even more elaborate than last year, it was no wonder that extra help was needed.
Alison herself probably didn't need that much help, but she was happy to let me give it a try. I aided her with any help and moves she needed on set for the episode, and did what I could for her off the set as well. It was every bit as fun as I expected, and so was Alison as well.
She was every bit the charming, bright, sweet and yet somewhat naughty woman she was on "Community" the Internet and in interviews. Even if this didn't end with me getting intimate with her; in spite of how I did really want this one if possible; it was still fun enough hanging out with her and being on the set of my new favorite comedy.
And like I said, when everything was going that well, it was bound to threaten to come crashing down later.
With four days left on my stint, me and Alison were among the last to leave the set on this night. She had changed out of her paintball cowgirl costume into a more Annie-like blue sweater and flowing black skirt, which was barely less alluring. I tried to at least periodically look away so I wouldn't get noticed admiring her, but she brought my attention right back to her.
"Okay, I have to say this before I forget again. I can't believe I keep forgetting to bring it up in the first place, but not this time!" Alison swore, then she looked around to see no one was around before speaking discreetly. "We both know you were working on 'Mad Men' two years ago, right?"
"I kind of remember, yes," I admitted.
"I was at their Emmy nomination after party in 2009. I wish I remembered seeing you there." I kind of wished I had seen her there too, if I wasn't.....otherwise distracted. "But I do remember something from that day....or remembering hearing something from Christina's dressing room."
And there went the potential crash of the century.
"I probably shouldn't spill this, but I've kept quiet for two years, so I've been a good girl! And I trust you to keep a secret too! Besides, I thought since you were on the set, maybe you overheard it too and I didn't see you."
I stammered a bit, which was probably a better thing to do after she told me what she heard. "I, I don't hear anything- I mean, didn't! What makes you think there was something to hear?"
Alison looked a bit puzzled; or else that's what I could make out through my blurry vision. But she went on anyway. "A few things, actually. The sounds of her and some guy making sex moans was kind of something. They're just lucky I was the only one who got lost and wound up hearing them! But I am relieved that the guy didn't brag about it to the tabloids! I mean, I know sex with Christina is something guys would love to brag about, right?"
"Who says? I mean, maybe this guy wasn't evil enough to do that to her! There are guys like that, they're in the minority, but they are there!" I had panic attacks around actresses before, yet this was building up as the worst one. It shouldn't have been, but I was too worried about Alison figuring out who the guy was, thinking differently of me and getting me to blab about the others for good measure.
"I guess....and it sounded like he really got her going too. He could have puffed himself up about that and got away with it," Alison reasoned.
"Well, it was enough that I knew and she liked it, and that was enough for me."
I meant to say "Maybe it was enough that he knew and she liked it, and that was enough." But with my guard briefly down by how Alison praised my performance without knowing it, I misspoke a couple of key words.
Once I realized that a half second later, I went back into panic mode. Maybe if I hadn't, Alison might have laughed it off as me joking and I could have treated it as such. However, I didn't give her time to think it was a joke at first, as I went into furious and non-jokey denial mode. "I meant enough that he knew! Not for me, I mean! We established I wasn't there, so we can stick to that right now!"
After actually hearing myself say those words, I admitted defeat and was both relieved and horrified that Alison was the only one still in the studio who heard me. "Oh God, oh God, oh God...." I moaned to myself, which made Alison gasp.
"Those oh Gods, they sound like.....oh God, it really was you! I, I just wanted to find out if you heard it too! Or tease you for missing all that while you were there! I, I didn't think....wow...." Alison trailed off.
"Oh, I knew this day would come....I knew I pushed my luck once too often..." I thought that sounded less damaging than my other words, but I screwed up on assuming that too. "Once too often? What does that mean....did you fuck anyone else on that set? Or those other ones on your resume?"
At this point, since I was doing such a poor job of denial, I figured I'd admit some small truths to hide the bigger ones. "A couple..." I said quietly, so as not to admit I fucked actresses on every set I'd ever been on. And it would keep me from mentioning them by name for now.
"I see.....well, if you got to fuck someone like Christina, you must have aimed for the biggest women on those other shows. That would leave.....Tina Fey for '30 Rock,' Jenna Fischer for 'The Office,' Kaley Cuoco for 'The Big Bang Theory,' probably Sofia Vergara for 'Modern Family,' and any one of the 'Glee' or 'SNL' girls! But then you did help when Anne Hathaway was on 'SNL'.....oh no, really?!"
Annie was super smart on "Community" and for the first time I cursed that Alison gave her those kinds of smarts. I still hadn't said I had been with any of those women, yet my silence probably did more to confirm it. So I led her to a more secluded place backstage where there was less of a chance for anyone to hear us; although everyone else was probably gone. But I still had to speak before she got the wrong idea about me leading her backstage too.
"If I did....do some of that, you can't say anything about it. You were right about him keeping quiet, and he wants it to stay that way."
"So....you had sex with some of those women and you really kept quiet?" Alison inquired.
"I didn't think I owed them a scandal for what they did with me. But I didn't force them to do it or make them, it just happens! It makes no sense that it happens to me, but it just does! I never go out looking for it or sexually harass them! No matter how tempted I am by them, I don't do a thing until they make a move, I promise!"
"Wow.....if you were with half the women I mentioned, it must have been hard," Alison theorized before she gasped and giggled a bit at her choice of words. Giggling was certainly a good sign or so I thought; I wasn't sure what the guidelines were for this one. "And with Christina alone....but I guess that made you pretty thorough to make her groan like that."
"Of course I was thorough, what sane man alive wouldn't be?" I pointed out before I bit my tongue; almost literally. "But I've said way too much and let you guess the rest already..."
"Huh, you really don't want to share. You really are committed to not kissing and telling....and it sounds like you have a lot of kisses to tell about," Alison concluded.
"Well, I just....I want to get famous for skills outside of the bedroom, and I'd never get to do that if this stuff came out. Plus there's that stuff about respecting their privacy and keeping their sex secrets secret too. I don't want fans to think differently of them or people to think differently of me....especially you," I added at the end before I could stop myself.
"Especially me?" Alison repeated. So yet again, I admitted to some small truths without admitting the bigger ones. "I mean, I don't want you to think you hired a pervert, or that you couldn't trust me to actually work. Or not put my hands all over you." This time I actually stopped myself before going in greater and more embarrassing detail on that last point.
"I do still trust you to work....and you're going pretty crazy to prove you're not a pervert," Alison admitted. "You're still the same great guy who's come in handy for me this past week, that hasn't changed. The difference is I know you fought off a boner in the meantime."
"No, no, God!" I groaned as one of my fears was coming true. "I'm just attracted to you, I said I'm not a pervert!" The sad thing was that this slipup didn't even make my top five screw ups in the last 10 minutes.
"I can tell the difference between those two things, you know. And no pervert could act this convincing to prove he wasn't one. Plus, no pervert could get that many actresses naked anyway."
"But a sleazy, smooth talking cad would, and I don't wanna look like that either," I reminded her.
"I think smooth talking went out the window and fell into the sewer by now," Alison pointed out. "What, do you use up all your smoothness in the bedroom?"
"Actually....there haven't been many bedrooms," I said in my first intentional joke of the conversation. But usually when I felt well enough to start joking around, it flipped the switch on to my smoother self; and anything was better than what I had shown so far. And yet for all I showed, Alison wasn't going away.
"I already know that's true in one case. To think there's more than one where you got all those actresses to do....all that to you on a set. And you satisfied one that millions would give half their genitals to fuck....and probably be much less good at it. It can....give someone a lot to think about."
Alison wasn't inching that much closer towards me. But she was looking at me intently with those eyes that ranged from adorable Disney princess to seductive vixen; much like the rest of her. With all this talk about my past and with how much I was attracted to her, the nervous tongue tied crazy side of me was giving over to the sex expert side again. Yet with all this buildup and this particular conversation, he was gaining more strength than ever.
I decided to be tentative one more time by slowly reaching out for her hand to test her. When she took it with a sweet, sultry smile that matched her eyes, I basically....snapped as I bent down a bit to kiss her.
Alison appeared to be just as worked up as me over this, as she kissed me as ferociously as I did her. I had been in my share of heated make out sessions before the deed, yet this was becoming Earth-scorching. Instead of starting slowly, we were using our tongues and running our hands over our bodies right off the bat. Hers were on the back of my head so she could press her face closer against mine, and my hands went down to her hips and then up to the sides of her chest.
The only reason I broke was to make certain no one could see us, yet I led us a bit further away to a more secluded area. There, we went back at it and started to paw at our clothes again. I went under her sweater while her hands were already working on my belt. She got it off and let me work on my own zipper as she busied herself removing her sweater.
By the time we were done, I was in a shirt and underwear while Alison was in her bra and skirt. The combination of exposed flesh and our remaining clothing made us both flushed. I know I was flushed to see her exposed cleavage again after being teased by it in her costume for days; only this time there was even more exposed, taut flesh to go with it.
And with that, I forgot the need for foreplay for the first time. What I needed right now was a quick, simple release.
Alison got the idea as she put herself up against the nearest wall and I hiked her up a bit while pressing myself against her, getting her skirt up in the process. I finally let my cock out of my underwear and made sure it would be in another tighter space a moment later. I was too worked up to even remove her panties, as I just shifted them to make room for my dick to go inside her.
Once I entered, I made sure to start thrusting right away, as it didn't take me long to go in all the way. I had forgotten my usual methods of containing myself and making this last longer, as being inside Alison after these last several days and this last half-hour was all I was thinking about. That and seeing her ample breasts bounce inside her red bra; along with her generous backside slamming onto my groin.
Speaking of her ass, I lifted her skirt up further to get a grasp on it, jiggling it with each thrust. I was making quite a few hard ones since I was still on autopilot, trying to bring us both overboard. Alison groaning and chanting "fuck, fuck, fuck," as low as she could managed to help too.
Finally Alison sank herself all the way down my dick and just gyrated her hips. I tried to gyrate mine while staying all the way in her, and with a few more hard, short thrusts, we found our release. Mine came first as it poured into her, while hers poured out of her and onto my cock shortly thereafter.
I didn't know about her, but it certainly blinded me until I felt the last of her cum hit my shaft. Once again, I was worn out after exploding inside an actress or anywhere near her. That was a constant through my experiences, although everything else about this one wasn't a constant.
And with that, I started to actually think again. And I didn't like what was coming into my brain.
It all hit me by the time I pulled out of Alison. Normally after finishing something like this, there had been some post coital awkwardness, yet it was shaken off before long. However, the awkwardness on my part after this was harder to ignore, as well as a new feeling called guilt.
"Oh God, I blew it..." I concluded, and then thought fast with my newly returned thinking to say "Please don't say 'I'll say' to that....I'm being serious."
"What? I'm pretty sure we meant to cum early," Alison explained.
"No, it isn't that.....I just went in there and jammed myself into you. I've never done it like that before. That isn't how I wanted to do it with you."
"Well...it was still pretty hot anyway," Alison reassured.
"Of course it was, there's no debating that! Still, I'm more ambitious than that, and I have been with the other actresses! I've done some dirty things, but I never just fucked and called it a day! I didn't want to do it like that with you... you're too beautiful and cool to not be completely thorough with."
That was cheesy, albeit true; yet that wasn't the reason I groaned at myself. "See, that sounds more like a come-on and a line because you know about me. That's part of why I didn't want anyone to know. No matter what I say about your beauty, there's a part of you that's got to think I'm just putting you on to get in your pants, and I'm not! And there's a part of me that thinks you just did this because you found out about my history, and I'd like to think that's way off!"
"You probably don't think that and maybe I shouldn't....but doing all this is still so weird and unlikely to me that I want to do it just right. I'm not a 'wham, bam' person and that's served me well, and I want to keep doing what works. Otherwise I assumed the whole house of cards will come down, I'll wake up from being this lucky and I'll look sleazier than I want to be."
"Still, you didn't do it wrong just now," Alison repeated.
"I know, I guess. I just wanted to do it better and longer, that's all," I admitted.
"Well....you can still do that. I mean, who said you only got one shot?" Alison offered. Admittedly, I was mostly panicking because I thought I had just the one shot and I barely did anything I wanted. But I was still doubting myself even then.
"See, now I can't help but think if you're offering out of pity, or because of my reputation, or because I'm way too insecure. I am too insecure, I know, even after all I've done....that's why I want to show all of the best of myself when I'm with actresses. That's why I want to last as long as possible with them and do as much as possible, while I have my chance. And I really, really want to do that with you....but only if you want it for the right reasons."
"You do think too much. And I've played someone who thinks too much for two years, so I would know," Alison countered. "I do want to try again because of your reputation, and to make you less insecure and because you fucked me so good before. And I want to do it because I liked you even before tonight, and you're a lot of fun when you're not freaking out. Maybe not all of those reasons are right to you by themselves, but combined I think they're really great. They're the best of a lot of sides, just like you."
That could make sense in a way. Being good at being dirty and romantic does make for a winning combination in and out of sex. And Alison was great at going back and forth between parts of herself too, like doing comedy and drama, being adorable and sexy, and being sweet and naughty. I had shown her one side of myself during sex; a side I had never shown the others before because I didn't want to finish so soon. Now maybe that would set up my regular side to completely devour her, and I still wanted to do that more than anything.
Alison further confirmed that by leaning it and giving me a gentler kiss than our ones from before. Now I could more fully savor her soft, glossy lips on mine and how her lovely body was pressed up against me. And when we broke off, I could fully take in her sparkling blue eyes looking brightly and lovingly into mine.
"So....how do you want round two?" I asked. I had never actually had a round two with an actress before, and after that pep talk I wanted it on her terms, especially after all my whining.
"Well, we figured out that this area isn't special enough for you. So....do you wanna go to the study room?"
Once we got ourselves fully dressed again, Alison and I made our way back to the now empty "Community" study room set. This was the second time I was going to have sex on an actual set location, although backstage at the "Glee" auditorium was rarely seen on TV. This was the main set of the entire show, where the "Community" study group started their adventures and where Jeff Winger and Britta Perry had sex in the first paintball episode. Now I was about to do it with Annie Edison's alter ego, just as Annie probably imagined doing with Jeff for over a season.
God, I was still a TV nerd even now. It seemed even more useless when I saw Alison reach into her sweater and unhook her bra, then pull her panties down once her bra fell to the floor. "There, just so I don't forget to take those off this time."
Alison sat on the study room couch and invited me to sit next to her. In a second I did, as I took in how I was sitting next to Alison Brie while she had nothing on underneath her sweater and skirt. Just minutes ago, thoughts like that made me too crazy to do anything but fuck her. But this time I was going to get a lot more done.
We leaned in and kissed again, turning it into a full blown make out session without the rapid movements this time. This was more of my pace to start things off than before; although there was a time and place for raw, ultra hot action later on if needed. But when I was with an actress, I liked this pace at first so I could fully take in how I was kissing such a gorgeous, talented woman. It was like that with Jenna, Tina, Christina, Kaley, Kristen, Sofia, Anne and Mila, and there was no doubt that it was the case with Alison here.
I leaned back on the couch so she could lay on top of me, as my hands maneuvered around her soft face and even softer hair. My lips soon moved on to other soft attributes as I kissed down her chin and to her throat. As I nibbled and suckled on it, my hands trailed to Alison's back, which helped remind me there really was nothing on underneath that sweater. But before I could plan to take it off, Alison cupped my face and put it back onto her eye level.
"Why don't I set the pace for a little while?" I couldn't argue with her, especially after she gave me more slow, searing French kisses with her hands still on my face. She then took them off so her lips could maneuver across my cheeks and go down to my ear. As she kissed and breathed into it, I somehow focused my eyes enough to see her reach back and lift her sweater up.
She lifted herself up so she could finish taking it off, then sat back over me before I could get a full view of her breasts. But I could clearly feel them pushing into my chest, even though it was still clothed. Alison let the bare top half of her body move over the clothed top half of mine while still working on my ear. Yet she soon finally gave me mercy and sat back up to help me take my shirt off.
After that was done, I was finally in a position to see her large, tantalizing breasts; the same ones that inspired the name "Annie's Boobs" for a monkey on the show. "I'm sorry....I have to set the pace again for a little while," I insisted as I laid back down and let her lay back on top of me. After savoring her bare skin pressed onto mine for a few moments, I had her move up a bit so that her round tits were hovering over my face.
Soon I had her left breast drop into my open mouth so I could kiss, lick and engulf all that I could while my hand stroked up and down her dangling right breast. Alison let out some girlish gasps, not unlike Annie's on the show, but they got huskier over time as I moved to suckle her right tit and rub my leftover saliva over her left. Finally I cupped both breasts and pushed them together before I navigated my mouth over both of them.
"Oh, fuck....this is making me want to fuck you silly again. Is that still bad?" Alison groaned out.
"No....but there's still a few more things I want to do first," I reminded her. To get to that, I reluctantly broke away from her tits and had us flip around so that I was on top of her now.
I had to gaze at how she was naked except for her stubborn skirt. She really did remind me a lot of Anne, with her princess like appearance, her very adult figure, ample chest, pale, creamy white skin and incredibly sweet/sexy face. I really did hope that Alison would have the same career path as Anne as well; being on the best drama and one of the best comedies on TV at once had to help. But first, I wanted to help her get close to cumming again, without her going all the way before we fucked again.
I laid back onto her and gave a few final kisses and suckles to her supple breasts, before kissing and licking the skin below them. Eventually my face got down to her skirt, yet somehow I didn't want to remove it at the moment; even though there was nothing beneath it. So I went further down and started to roll up her skirt, then my hand went inside and started crawling up her thigh.
Alison lifted her hips up in excitement and to make room for me to get her skirt up higher. I just wanted it high enough so that I could put my head inside it; or at least my mouth. Once I got it as high as I could, I bent down and went between her legs, leaving Alison to see my head disappear into her skirt.
Although I couldn't see any more of Alison from this angle, seeing her pussy in the dim light under her skirt was still better than nothing. It was still glistening from the action it had been through a while ago, and from all I had done on the couch. But now I got my first taste of it, then I kept tasting it for good measure.
I could hear Alison's coos despite not being able to see her, which made it hotter in a way. I would let her see me again eventually, yet I had one more technique first. I reached my hands back and placed them as far down her long legs as I could, then slid them all the way back up. They soon disappeared up her skirt as well and then went in and out of it to tease Alison further.
As I circled my tongue around her opening, I decided I'd had enough of the skirt play, so I took my hands out and went underneath it. Alison lifted her hips up again and I got my head up as well, giving me room to keep eating and to start unzipping her. After getting the zipper down and giving her bare ass a little squeeze, I made my head reappear into Alison's view before making her fully naked at last.
"I see you again. Now I want to see you working on my pussy," Alison commanded. So I fulfilled her request and resumed performing on her, making sure that she saw my tongue working around. And the fact that I could now see her flushed face contort in pleasure helped me as well.
I could have been inspired to finish her in a few more minutes, but if she came for a second time already, it would be harder for her to do it a third time when I re-entered her. I wouldn't have minded the extra time to make that happen, yet we couldn't stay for too long. In any case, I figured Alison would want to get back in the mix herself.
"I think I'll save some for later," I teased as my head went away from between her legs.
"Oh...oh, you're probably right," Alison conceded as she came down to earth. "Besides....we should make sure you're not overdressed anymore first."
In full agreement, I stood up to find a new position on the couch, but Alison got up as well to stop me from sitting down. I stood still since it gave me a view of her fully naked body standing up; yet it was bending down soon enough as she started kissing down my chest this time.
Expecting her to bend all the way down, I placed a hand back on her cheek and the other behind her head. When her mouth got to my belt, her hands unbuckled it for the second time; but for the first time, she didn't proceed to take my pants down. Instead, she kissed back up my chest and soon stood straight up as her hand now entered my pants.
"You got to go into my clothes, I thought I should do the same," Alison explained as her petite hand now reached into my underwear as well. It shortly got a hand of something else and started pumping it.
"Strange, I still haven't seen it yet," Alison noted. "But I already know it's quite nice and hard, it fits really good, and it's quite....explosive. And I guess it really liked me before tonight, too," she punctuated by reaching up to kiss my bottom lip.
"I....I know the feeling," I answered back.
"I know you do....and I know you don't want me to compare myself to the others. But did they ever do anything like this?" She tugged harder and faster with each word, so I was already unable to answer correctly. Any chance I had to recover was foiled when she placed her other hand on the back of my head and pulled it down to kiss me. In that moment, it felt like she was sliding both her tongue and her lips down my throat.
She only pulled her lips and tongue away after I shot myself into her hand, and into my pants at that. It came so suddenly, and her lips parted with mine so softly, that I didn't realize what I had just done to my pants and underwear. Her eyes distracted me for a few more seconds too before it finally hit me.
"Wait a second here, you didn't pull me out before I went, did you?" Once her hand pulled out of my pants and I just felt cum surrounding my groin instead, I commented "Nope....no you didn't. So....I guess when we're done, I'll have stained pants to walk around in until I get home."
"I'm sorry, I guess I got out of hand again," Alison said, pretending to be innocent and ignorant of her own pun. "You know what? I think there are spare pants in the costume room. Before we go back at it and I forget, I can go get some for you. And you can stay here and get recharged before we finish up!"
Alison was already gathering her clothes up to put on again, so I was already skeptical of the plan. "But, what if someone sees you? And won't they notice pants being gone tomorrow?"
"I'll get around that when the time comes," she reassured as she went behind me and checked into my pants to see the tag with my size on it. "All right, I think we have one of those! I'll go see if the coast is clear, and you try to buck back up before I get back, k?"
Alison took a few more moments to get herself dressed again, then all but skipped out of the study room set. This left me still shirtless and wearing stained pants, so this left me with no more excuses not to get naked. Of course, if the coast actually wasn't clear and I had to get out, I would lose escape time in getting redressed; but it was a risk I had to take.
I wasn't comfortable sitting naked on the set couch yet, even though Alison already did that, so I just stood naked in wait for her. About 10 minutes later I was still waiting and still naked, trying not to go back into panic mode.
"Boy...if Abed were here, he'd know what TV cliché to reference so I'd know what to expect," I commented, referring to "Community"'s pop culture loving, fourth wall breaking TV encyclopedia. "Of course, if he was here, this would be a lot weirder.....at least he'd be the only one unfazed by it."
With that show joke settling me down, I was about ready to sit down, expecting to wait a while longer. But before I got back to the couch, I saw a figure heading back inside. I was relieved to make out Alison; and felt a few other things when I actually saw her.
I started out being confused when I saw she had changed her clothes. I went to being more confused when I saw she was wearing her paintball costume from the episode they'd been filming all week. Then I shifted to being aroused at seeing her with those tight black shorts and a pink vest over a blouse that pushed up her revealing cleavage. She didn't have her stockings, gun holster and boots like in filming, yet she probably wanted just the bare essentials for this.
Getting turned on by Alison in this outfit wasn't a new feeling, since I had felt it all week on the set and kept it to myself; but it was new in this context.
"Good news is the coast is clear. Bad news is there weren't any pants to spare for you. All they had to spare was this extra costume for me. So I thought I shouldn't come back empty handed," she informed me.
"Why, why.....why else did you dress up again? What about being overdressed?" I pointed out, although my will to nitpick was steadily dying off.
"We made you being overdressed work, so I figured it'd work for me too. Besides, it's pretty fitting, I think," Alison theorized as she headed right up to me.
"Why is that again?" I asked. Alison just replied by leading me to the couch, having me finally sit down and then slowly sitting herself on my lap. Having her enticingly clothed form sit on my naked lap and body was kind of weird, but this was still an arousing kind of weird. At the least, I had no problem with being revved up again now.
"I'm being naughty again by dressing up in something I know you like. But I'm not doing anything over the top. I'm just sitting, gently going up and down, and willing to go slow when you fuck me again. We're being slow and sweet like you wanted, but we're still being kinky without going out of control. You didn't think that could be done a while ago, and here we are...I think that's a fair compromise, don't you?"
"Wow.....that logic would make Annie proud," was all I could say. "She might get somewhere with Jeff on that train of thought."
"But I'm not on his lap....am I?" Alison reminded me by maneuvering herself so that my cock was pressed against her black shorts. As she rubbed up against my shaft, the friction and smoothness was indeed getting me hard again. Enough time had gone by for me to get hard again, but not enough so that I would explode too soon.
To fully test that, at least one barrier had to be removed. So Alison got up to take off her shorts after they rubbed against my cock long enough. Once she took them down, I noticed she wasn't wearing her panties again, as she must have stuffed them in the shorts or in her skirt; wherever she had left that. She certainly wasn't wearing her bra either, leaving the blouse and vest as her only clothing. Yet although she wasn't naked, I was more than willing to let her keep her upper body clothed as she got back on my lap.
For the second time, Alison lowered her pussy down over my cock. This time around I wasn't too worked up to savor it, and it helped to have her on my lap as well. For the first time, I took in the feeling of being inside her and having her ready to fuck me. After another few seconds, she began to do just that.
I placed my hands on her firm naked bottom as she started bouncing on me, with my eyes glued to the halfway bared breasts bouncing in front of me. Despite having seen them naked and having devoured their full flesh already, it didn't bother me that they were clothed again. Not when I could place my face right into Alison's cleavage and kiss the parts of her tits that were exposed. As I did, my hands slid over her ass and went up the sleek curves of her hips and waist.
We soon settled into our own pace as we gradually grinded hard against each other, but not to an overwhelming degree like before. While I wasn't as intense as before, it sounded like Alison was still pleased and I certainly was as well. Just having her in my lap was hot enough, with the added kink of her in a costume that hadn't even been seen on TV yet.
As Alison said earlier, perhaps I was someone who thought more than he should sometimes, just like Annie. I supposed since I was so aware that this shouldn't happen to someone like me, and that the bottom could fall out at any time, I had to be perfect with these actresses while I could; especially since I only thought I'd ever get one shot with each. Yet in this outcome, I was getting to be the best of both sides of myself and was learning that my "experience" didn't have to taint encounters like this for the worst. Of course, I still didn't want to test that theory on purpose again, just in case.
And here was another example of over thinking; that I was summing up the moral of this thing too early while Alison was on my lap and getting me deeper inside her. That should be enough to turn any brain off.
I did so by drowning myself in her as much as possible, by pulling her in for another series of deep kisses while my hands roamed all over her. They ran up her front and glided over her breasts and cleavage, then roamed over her face and her flowing curtain of hair. Yet I gradually let her take control of the actual kissing while my hands slid down to her ass and legs. But by the time I leaned back on the couch, we were sharing control before we finally broke.
"Mmm....you really like kissing me," Alison pointed out.
"Of course I do....you're so, well, kissable," I responded for lack of a better word.
"I've had your tongue in my mouth for a lot of this. It's kind of a shame that your cock hasn't been in there too." I assumed she wasn't surprised when I flushed and stammered a bit at that declaration.
"Well....there's still time to change that," I offered, before someone else actually came to mind; perhaps another consequence of my over thinking even now. But this was worth putting some thought into. "Wait, you still need to cum too!"
"I know. If only I could come over your dick in a few minutes, and you could hold off until I got off and tasted you. That would solve a lot of problems." So it appeared thinking things out during sex did have its proper place after all.
Getting her hint, I picked up my pace into Alison again while my right hand slid further down her ass. I stuck my middle finger out to try and touch her pussy as it kept taking my dick in. While it filled her up, I tried to rub the surrounding areas as much as I could.
Since I was going faster and getting Alison more worked up, it would be harder to hold off than I hoped. Yet because I had came twice already and Alison was working on her second time now, I probably wouldn't go off as easily now. And the thought of being finished off with a blowjob from Alison gave me the rest of the motivation I needed.
My dick and finger tried to work in tandem to rub the inner and outer parts of her pussy. With Alison bucking harder against me, it was a little hard to keep my finger in place. But when she yelled "Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" sometime later, it was clear the effort paid off.
I tried to keep my finger in place to feel her cum and perhaps gather some; if she was going to taste me, then I should get a taste of her as well. But I felt much of it go down my cock anyway, so when she was finished, I settled for pulling my shaft halfway out and running my fingers through it. Once they collected some of the juices, I got my hand back towards my mouth and started licking them up.
Alison was resting her head on my shoulder after finishing. When she finally lifted her head up and saw me taste her on my hand, she stated "Hey, save some for me." With that, she climbed off of me and went onto her knees in front of me. I was still sitting down, and I was convinced to stay that way when Alison took me into her mouth.
She felt like she was licking me clean herself, and when she finished that she went on to bob on my cock. I was already familiar with how soft and velvety her mouth was from kissing it so much, so I figured this wouldn't take much longer.
But instead of finishing me off then and there, Alison broke from my dick and turned her attention to unbuttoning her red vest. This left me a bit confused and a bit pent up now that my cock was on its own again. However, Alison persisted and got the vest off, leaving her in just her blouse; which made it even easier to gaze down her tits as she bent back down to suck me off again.
This time she used her tongue and mouth in equal measure to bring me close again. And yet she got herself off me again and left me hanging while she removed her blouse. Now Alison was fully naked again, which gave me even more of a reason to twitch and come close to cumming when she blew me for a third time.
And for a third time, she took her mouth off before I was on the brink. This time, she replaced her mouth with her breasts.
A tit-fuck from Alison would have certainly been enough then and there. But after 30 seconds of me thrusting between her breasts, she got more elaborate again by leaning down to take the head of my cock back in her mouth. With her tits still surrounding the rest of my shaft, her mouth on my head and her deceptively sweet doe eyes looking up at me, it was all I needed.
I had came inside Alison and came into her hand and my pants too. But she wanted it in her mouth to top it off, and I went above and beyond to make that happen. Somehow, there was still enough in the tank tonight to fill up her mouth and then some.
I sank deeper into my seat on the couch as Alison swallowed me off, then popped off my dick and wiped what she couldn't swallow off of her breasts. "I gotta give you ******, this way of doing things is pretty hot," Alison said when she was done.
"Yeah.....if not more exhausting," I stated as the full toll of cumming three times with Alison in one night hit me. Now that there was nothing left to stay active for tonight, I was almost unable to move. I certainly didn't move enough to stop myself from sliding off the couch and landing right on my ass on the floor.
Alison tried not to laugh, and was having more success than I was in trying to get up. But she went over and tried to help me on my feet, or at least help me back on the couch. Even though she was four inches smaller than me and I wasn't that light, she still tried to help me up, as her naughty, sexy side had given way back to her sweetheart side at the moment. After it helped her get me onto the couch, she went over to redress herself in her costume again.
"Okay, you just get your strength back for a while. Your pants should be drier by now, but I'll make one more stop at the costume room to find new ones. I should get my regular clothes back from there while I'm at it too," Alison comically reminded herself as she finished buttoning up and headed off the set.
It was too bad that I thought up the lesson of the day during sex, or I could have pieced it together now to keep myself active and awake. So I just ran through pieces of it again, like the two sides lesson, impressing Alison the right way, and my fear of being discovered getting tempered for now.
That last one did kind of fit in on how I wasn't keen on promoting myself for much else. I didn't need promotion to get hits for my freelance work, and I didn't have resources yet to promote any manuscripts. With the work I did for the website and my book ideas, and my occasional stints on TV sets, I didn't like overworking myself even further.
But while I was still determined not to promote myself by talking about my trysts, I had learned that a little self-promotion didn't always backfire -- at least not after a while. Maybe I could apply that to my regular work and finally set up a Twitter account to plug my articles, and my clothed temp work.
Alison had a busy Twitter account as well, which could help me stay in touch with her after my time on "Community" ended. But I chose to believe that was a small part of my decision.
TV Temp: Anne Hathaway
It usually took many months to get a new temp job; and after the time I had with Sofia Vergara, I was in need of a rest. So naturally, the agency gave me a new assignment just three months later this time.
But when they told me they were sending me back to New York, I got a bit more energy.
After my time on "30 Rock" two years ago with Tina Fey, I would now get to work for Tina's alma mater. "Saturday Night Live" needed my services for the week as they prepped for a new live show on Nov. 20. What's more, it was an episode in which the lovely Anne Hathaway was the special guest host.
There was no way to get around how this might be a sign. Yet Anne Hathaway was at another level than the others I had encountered. As much as I loved Jenna, Tina, Christina, Kaley, Kristen and Sofia on and off screen, they were better known for being TV stars. Anne was an A-list movie star, a former Disney icon and an Oscar nominee who was hosting "SNL" for the second time. There was something a little intimidating about that, although it was probably illogical.
Nevertheless, since she hosted before and was a bundle of energy, it didn't seem like she needed much help from me for the week. In any case, I was already planning to see her naked when her new film "Love and Other Drugs" came out next week and unveiled her getting down with Jake Gyllenhaal. So I took the prospect of sex completely off the table; despite how that hadn't worked in the past; and just focused on returning to 30 Rockefeller to see "SNL" at work.
That helped me on Monday when I returned to Studio 8H, got my first glimpses of Anne and learned that the "SNL" schedule is quite different from the "30 Rock" one. Since they work so much later in the night, I had to be on standby for projects a lot later too. At the least, I was able to sleep in for much of the morning before going back to work in the afternoon.
I was still a little worn out when I got in on Tuesday, which didn't bode well for the rest of the week. So I went to get coffee in the hallway, and was relieved that there was only one person in front of me. It was a woman whose back was turned to me, yet I saw the side of some familiar glasses behind her ear.
I then stepped over to see the even more familiar owner of those glasses. Since '30 Rock" was filming here along with "SNL" I had wondered if I'd run into her again, and now I had my answer."Tina?"
Tina Fey herself turned and almost gasped when she saw me, but she then broke out into a smile when she recognized me. I offered my hand to shake, yet it felt a bit inadequate after what happened two years ago, so we eventually settled into a hug. "Wow, what are you doing back here? Wait, am I your boss again?" Tina asked.
"No, I'm temping for 'SNL' now! I'm helping with the Anne Hathaway episode this week," I filled her in.
"Oh....oh yeah, I recognize those blood shot Tuesday morning eyes," Tina quipped. "I probably should have put that in a '30 Rock' subplot to warn you."
"It's all right, I'll adjust. Or sleep all through Saturday night or something," I reassured.
"Well, hey, at least you got Anne Hathaway for your week!" Tina pointed out before getting a bit quieter. "Have you....tried to get her in other ways too?"
I gasped a bit at her implication, before remembering why she would get such an idea. "No...no, of course not!" I whispered.
"How come? If you're still temping, I'll bet me and Jenna aren't your only....notches by now," Tina reasoned.
"I, um, I plead the fifth on that. And I couldn't tell you even if I lost Constitutional protection. I know you wouldn't tell, but I don't want to betray anyone else's trust."
"That is cool of you. Oh well, I can just call the temp agency, see what you've worked on the last two years and fill in the blanks myself." I supposed that wouldn't hurt, since even Tina might not guess every actress I was with. "I've already filled in you and Hathaway, so I'm off to a good start."
"I said I'm not going to try anything with her," I insisted. "I can't do that all the time, and she's got enough to do here. Besides....it's harder to imagine someone like me with a Hollywood star like her."
"And it wasn't hard with....other people? Other people were a lot more stressed out and attached, and they really liked someone like you. That someone is a real catch who can't confirm or deny that he's become an even....bigger help to actresses in need. So he should know that anyone can need help and would be real lucky to get it. Heck, they need something to help them stay up at 3 a.m. after 20 monologue rewrites."
"Are you actually encouraging me to.....help Anne Hathaway?" I tried to clarify.
"I'm saying you wouldn't have the worst way to help someone survive this place. Just because she's in movies doesn't mean she wouldn't like company....any kind of it. Heck, you impressed new political icons, so the writer of 'The Princess Diaries' shouldn't scare you." Despite being less subtle than usual, I got Tina's point.
"Well....there's no guarantee she needs that help, or that I'll have a chance to give it. But I guess if I do have the chance, I won't be nervous about it. I haven't been before."
"Yep, you've proven that at least twice. And that was all you needed to figure it out, right? Or wrong?" I almost got trapped into saying it was more, but I just smiled teasingly before she got me. "Nerds....can't blame me for taking a shot, right?"
I didn't have time to, since we both had to go back to work shortly. So we parted once more and wished other luck, leaving me to carry her advice in my head the rest of the day. When I had free time that night, I made my way to the halls of the "SNL" stage, which would be busy with rehearsals and rapidly built sets before much longer.
This gave me time to geek out over being so close to the "SNL" stage and its classic history. But my memories of the days of Phil Hartman and Will Ferrell were interrupted when I heard someone nearby. By the time I turned, Anne Hathaway was already close by, although she stopped when she saw me.
"Oh, am I bothering you?" Anne asked, which was ironic since I usually wound up bothering the actresses at first.
"No, no, it's all right. I was just taking a breather...steeling up for a long night and all," I stated while remembering not to feel intimidated.
"I hear that. You must be used to it all the time around here," Anne theorized.
"Not exactly. I'm just a temp for the week...but I do know my way around here. I temped for '30 Rock' in here two years ago, and I just ran into Tina Fey again today," I confessed while leaving out...other parts of it.
"Wow, not bad!" Anne congratulated. "So this is your second time here, just like me."
"Well, it's my first time for SNL. You have two, so you win," I conceded, before I slipped back into reminiscing and "SNL" envy. "But being in a place like this, I suppose it's easy to win."
"Yeah, it is a bit overwhelming here. I've already hosted before, but there's still nothing like it. I guess you'll find that out before the week's over, if you haven't already." I nodded in easy agreement, as I found it easier to feel on her level than I had expected.
"How did you get through the first time? Got any tips for a rookie like me?" I inquired.
"Actually, you've got the right idea already. Taking time out to relax and recharge does help, that's why I'm here too. And it comes in handy out of here too....at least by the 20'th interview about sex scenes for your movie." On that I just laughed, wondering if that was something to follow up on or just let die. But Anne kept going and remarked "I'm surprised they waited a day before they came up with monologue ideas about it. The naked stuff, I mean."
"Yeah....well, I guess it helps to play along with it," I offered.
"I shouldn't really complain. I mean, I got naked in the movie and for Entertainment Weekly too! I knew it would be a big deal and I accepted it, and I'm glad I did! I just hope that's not the only thing they're impressed by, that's all," Anne wished.
"I'm sure it won't be," I assured.
"Okay then, let's test that out on you. Are you going to see the movie? If yes, my follow up question is why?" She was smiling and had a teasing tone to her voice, but I was sure there was a serious undercurrent. So I would have to be completely honest here; yet now that I had eased my way into talking with her and not putting her on a movie star pedestal, I could be truthful with her.
"Well, the nude stuff does have me curious, even though you have shown your breasts before. When an extremely beautiful actress is rumored to be more naked, it's hard not to notice. But I still want to see you with your clothes on, too. I mean, you've been showing more of your clothed talent lately, with the Oscar nomination and your singing and your funny stuff here at SNL too! It took me a while to be a full blown fan of yours, but now I'm fully on board....and something like this sounds like another step forward, with and without clothes. Taking more risks helps fans see you in new lights, I suppose."
Anne looked speechless for a few moments until she chuckled a bit. "Huh....I guess that bodes well for those risky things I've been looking at." This as much as anything else would stick with me later; once when Anne was announced as the Oscars co-host just nine days after her "SNL" stint, and again when she agreed to play Catwoman two months later.
"You know, my quiet times here weren't so chatty the first time. But I see the upside to it," she went on. "We should have some of these chatty quiet times more often this week. It should help us stay awake, at least."
"Yeah, yeah we do need to do that...stay awake, I mean," I corrected.
As the week went on, we did that and stayed awake at the same time; albeit to differing degrees each day. Waiting around in the wee hours for something to do was tiring on a few nights, yet Anne did find me before I fell asleep. As I got more used to the schedule, I only threatened to drift off a few times before 2 a.m. by early Saturday morning. It did help that I had chats with Anne to think about rather than my sleepy eyes; and laughing at some of the sketch ideas I'd heard about gave me little bursts of energy.
With Saturday here and the "night live" part of Saturday approaching, I headed to work with as much pep as I could muster. This was me and Anne's last day here, and with show time coming, I doubted there would be much room for intimacy. But although my streak seemed likely to end here, just getting to see this show made and getting to chat with a beautiful movie star like Anne helped balance it out. As such, I was free of any nerves, unlike when I first got here.
By mid Saturday afternoon, the cast, crew, set designers, writers and others were making their final tweaks before dress rehearsal. With this much chaos, I was kept busy with tasks as well, yet I finally got a break at about 6 p.m. Dress rehearsal would begin at 8 p.m., so there was a little time to settle down now. I spent that time standing around for a few minutes before I saw Anne coming down the halls.
"Way ahead of me again, eh?" she asked as she stopped next to me.
"In a way. I mean, you probably need down time now more than me. I have no right to complain compared to you and the others," I admitted. "Are you complaining, by the way?"
"No, I'm getting more excited than nervous. That's why I should cool down before dress. Come on, we can lounge in the guest room while we get cool."
Either through willful ignorance or a desire to stay level, I pushed aside what usually happened when an actress invited me to her dressing room. In any case, with a live rehearsal hours away, I really doubted that was on her mind. I had been wrong before....every time out, as a matter of fact; but I chose to just look at this as a final bit of down time with Anne.
We got to her guest room as I let Anne sit on the couch while I sat across from her in front of her mirror. "You excited for your first time?" Anne suddenly asked, as I thankfully stayed quiet long enough to figure out what she really meant.
"Oh, first time seeing SNL live! Well, yeah, of course. You ready for your second time?" I asked, figuring she'd get my meaning faster than I got hers. "Just about. I think it's going to turn out pretty cool."
"That's Vanessa's line, not yours, remember that on the air," I quipped, referring to Vanessa Bayer's Miley Cyrus impression that would be alongside Anne's Katie Holmes impersonation tonight.
"Right, I'm doing Katie Holmes and not Miley Cyrus, I thought so! There you go helping me out again. I am glad you've been doing that this week," Anne conveyed.
"Don't give me too much ******. I don't know if I was that different from your average fan, except you got stuck in a building with me for a week. Heck, I doubt I had funnier words and ideas than anyone in this place," I self-deprecated.
"I can still think you're cool and fun to talk with anyway, though. You've been more than above-average in my book," Anne promised.
"Well.....you've helped set the bar for me, too. Since my first time helping and talking with a major movie star helped so well, any others will have a lot to live up to," I predicted.
"Once you get your scripts and books sold, I'm sure they'll beat down the door for my sloppy seconds." I chose to treat that sexual term as a friendly joke, if only to keep my pulse steady. "I'm serious, I am sure they will." Those words and the fact that she got up and walked over to kiss my cheek didn't help with the pulse.
I sat quietly for several seconds as she chuckled and went back to the couch. "Ah.....yep, there's the awkward silence," I spat out once I could talk. But I had nothing else to follow that joke, so the silence dragged on for a while.
"If you're that nervous, you can balance it out," Anne offered, as she turned her head a bit to show off her cheek. "No, no, you don't have to offer that," I offered back.
"And yet I am, so what does that tell you? Or suggest you should be doing?"
It suggested a few things, yet I tried to just focus on the least dirty suggestions. I attempted to assume she just wanted me to match her and not go further than she did. So I got up, walked to her, took a breath and bent down to kiss her cheek as she hinted. I lingered just a second longer than she did, due to the feel of her skin on my lips, but I broke off before dragging it out.
"There....now we're even." And yet the awkwardness still didn't leave; if this was still awkwardness. I told myself to look away and step back to my seat; yet my legs didn't move and even though I tried to move my eyes, they still went back to Anne's big brown orbs and bigger smile. Once I tried to look at the wall for a third time, Anne said "It's okay" and finally made my eyes stand still.
But they were soon closed anyway after she leaned towards me and I closed the gap to connect our lips. We kissed more softly and sweetly than hot and heavy, although we moved a little faster once I finally sat next to her on the couch. After our tongues started to meet, I broke off while I still had the ability to reason.
"Wait, we don't have time, do we?" I asked. Although dress was a while away, Anne could be needed for updates or to go through new lines any minute.
"I told them I needed a half hour to rest," Anne explained.
"So you....planned this out?" I asked incredulously.
"No....but it's still a happy accident." I could wonder how much of an accident it was; but there was little point. Even now, it still astonished me that I could be part of such a "happy accident" with these women, planned or not. Especially when I really had ruled it out this time; yet if I had to be proven wrong, I might as well follow through.
A half hour still didn't leave much time, yet I had worked with less before. But although no one was seeking Anne out now, we still probably needed to keep it down. I couldn't really go overboard, so I would probably need to go slow for a while; which wasn't a problem when it came to Anne.
I could settle for just starting to touch her and feel around her body as I sat back and let her lay on top of me. I settled a hand on her back and another on her hair as she broke off to kiss down my face and neck. Her hands went to the bottom of my shirt and went inside it, although she needed to sit herself up to get more room to lift it up.
I helped out by sitting up and getting it off myself, trying not to feel self conscious. She did just have to do a lot of takes with Jake Gyllenhaal's abs, after all. Yet just as I had stopped telling the difference between TV and movie stars, I was confident that Anne wouldn't judge me for not having the six-pack of a Gyllenhaal. Indeed, she just smiled as she kissed down my chest; with the sight of her gorgeous face nearly halfway down to my groin making me strain against my pants.
Anne seemed ready to relieve the strain as her hand got to my pants. When it touched my clothed, engorged member, I groaned; and the sound must have triggered another concern. "Don't make me go too soon....I really don't have enough time to recover."
"I figured that. So I'll go easy on you at first," Anne promised before getting off me and standing back on her feet. "Sit up now, please," she requested, which I immediately fulfilled. With her standing in front of me, she unbuckled my pants with both hands but used just one to take down my zipper.
That same hand pulled my underwear down slightly, but just slightly enough to set myself free. Now she could grasp my cock without any pants in the way, and she did just that while stroking me to boot. Sadly, she stopped after several strokes; but only to use both hands to lower her dress straps.
When that was finished, Anne got back to jerking me off while using her other hand to pull down her dress. Somehow she managed to multitask and get it down while not losing a step in getting me off. Once the dress fell to the floor, Anne was left in nothing but a matching black bra and panties.
While she was passed off as an ugly duckling in the first half of "The Princess Diaries" 10 years ago, Anne Hathaway had the appearance of an actual princess in real life now. Her elegant figure was the perfect complement to her snow white skin and quasi-Disney face. In addition, the standing position she was in gave me an obvious view down her cleavage; and although her breasts had been bared in "Havoc" and "Brokeback Mountain" it had nothing on seeing them from this angle in real life.
I figured I owed them some attention while Anne kept paying attention to my cock, so I reached a hand up to brush her right breast. After finding her clothed nipple, I put two fingers on it to play around, then started to stroke the top of her boob in tandem with her stroking my dick. We stroked and moaned at the same time, although it was getting harder to groan as quietly as we could.
"Oh man....I'd say it's time to get this out of the way," Anne ruled as she took her hand off of me to focus on unhooking her bra. It was probably for the best so that my cock could cool down a little bit, as it didn't need to go off so soon. So given that, I would need to work on something to distract me.
"Bend down a bit, please," I asked as I leaned back onto the couch. She stepped forward and bent down as requested, leaving her round, dangling breast right up above my mouth. I went to work on it quickly as she placed her hands on the top of the couch, grasping it as I kept pleasuring her tits. My hand played with her left breast as I kissed over her right, but soon my hand left her chest to go down her stomach.
By the time I returned to suckling her left tit, my right hand had begun to brush the front of her panties. She had pleased me with her fingers, so I wanted to do the same. However, I teased her by not pulling down her panties, as I worked my finger in and out of them.
After taking my left hand off Anne's breasts, I slid it down to her crotch as well, brushing the front of her panties while the fingers on my right hand went inside them to play around. Between that and my oral work on her chest, Anne was starting to get a little loud, which she did take note of.
"Hold on.....you either need to slow down or keep my mouth busy," she laid out. I had no desire to slow down, and fortunately I did have ways to keep her mouth busy.
I lifted my head up to kiss her again, which did at least muffle her groans as I kept working on and below her panties. This left her tits neglected, so my left hand went back and forth between giving them more rubs and caressing her groin. Eventually, Anne thrust herself against my fingers, which inspired me to thrust them back a bit while my tongue was already moving all around her mouth.
Finally I got her panties off to leave her naked, leaving my left hand to pat her bare pussy while my right fingers were going into it nearby. Then I moved my free hand back to her breasts so that I was kissing Anne, playing with her chest and finger-fucking her pussy all at once. It was surprising to me that Anne could moan loudly and take all this without breaking from my lips to catch her breath. Yet if she broke now, she would probably groan too loud and get us caught, so I decided to gradually slow my fingers, hands and lips.
Eventually I pulled my lips back and let Anne breathe heavily, as her moans now got a little quieter. It also gave me time to take in that I had really worked her up like this, and that I had done all that after being intimidated by her just a week earlier. I should be jaded to this kind of thing by now, yet my wonder at these experiences still hadn't faded away; which was for the best, really.
"I think I'm ready to sit down now," Anne said to interrupt my train of thought. Before I could move to give her room, she climbed onto my lap and sat herself down. It didn't make me enter her, yet my cock was now lying in front of her pussy. Once Anne got her legs around me, she looked down to notice this as well.
She experimented by rubbing herself against my dick, which had been neglected by design in the last several minutes. It was hardly any softer after the show that me and Anne had put on, yet it probably could last a little longer inside her if necessary.
"What do you think? Do we have time to....fit this in?" I inquired. It must have taken at least 15-20 minutes to do the foreplay, but time tends to stand quite still in moments like this.
"You've fit in some pretty good things already. I think I've got room for one more big thing before dress." Anne then set out to prove it by lifting herself up and lining up over my cock. I decided to fill in the rest by entering her myself, getting halfway in before she sank down over the rest of me.
We just rocked against each other for a few moments as we adjusted to the new situation and sensations. Then I started to thrust a little more, which got Anne to rock against me a bit harder. This built up more and more as Anne wrapped her legs tighter around me and settled her arms over my shoulders. I responded by placing my hands on her back and setting my chin on her shoulder, helping me to see her bare ass for the first time as it went up and down on my lap.
Her ass started to land on me a bit harder, which made me grit my teeth and pull my head back. I then met Anne's eyes again, which were filled with lust that illuminated their natural beauty more than usual. "You have beautiful eyes..." I found myself muttering, realizing too late that I was quoting one of Jake Gyllenhaal's cheesy pick-up lines in the "Love and Other Drugs" trailer. I had been proud of myself for not referencing or joking about that film and Anne's highly anticipated nudity in it, at least until now.
"That's it? That's all you've got?" Anne asked, as she was paraphrasing her own line from the trailer. "I'm sure you've got something more original than that," she teased.
"Well....I could say I want to fuck your hot, wet pussy until it cums on my cock. Was that from the movie?" I inquired and added a few deep thrusts in the background.
"Ohh.....now I kind of wish it was," Anne admitted, before she leaned her mouth over to my ear and started whispering. "I'd add that I want your hot, wet dick to cum all over me too. Is that a good rewrite?" Since she asked this by kissing my ear and breathing into it, I hoped she took my stunned silence as a yes.
Anne's moans were now going right into my ear as well as we kept going, which made me motivated to go even faster. Both my hands went to her ass and tried to help it go up and down over me. I even tried to rub my chest against hers so that our nipples collided, but Anne helped out more by putting her arms back around me and crushing her tits against me.
I now had my face back between her neck and shoulder, so I took advantage by kissing both of them. I was tempted to suckle on her neck, but I didn't want the "SNL" makeup crew to have to cover up a hickey. So I just rested my face on her soft skin to muffle my own moans as she rode me faster.
As much as I loved this position, I knew I didn't have much more time to work with and I wanted to get some more things in first. So I took a deep breath and tried to get myself up off the couch with her still wrapped around me. Anne yelped a bit loudly, so I made a "sssh" noise just in case, while I worked towards turning us around.
I made it so that I could position her to sit upright on the couch, in the same spot where I was sitting. Now I was the one on top of her and hovering over her as she sat. While the position was harder for me to be in than the last one, I made it work by sliding back into her. Now she would get to sit on the couch while I thrusted above her and saw her body writhe below me.
After getting back in and seeing her thrust back up to me, along with seeing my cock sink into her pussy, I knew I was on borrowed time. We needed to finish soon anyway, and now that I was in more of a position to control things, I could bring us to the brink shortly. So I laid myself back on top of her and pressed my forehead against her as I went faster.
Once again, I started kissing her to cover up our sounds of pleasure, which was a big help for both of us. I went into her more rapidly while she squeezed her legs back around my ass again to help drive me in deeper. It was hard for us not to bite each other's lips and tongues and keep them under control, yet they moved rapidly without leaving any damage. But I went a little slower once it got harder to contain myself, and our lips moved a bit slower against each other as a result.
After savoring that for a few moments, I pulled my lips back while keeping our groins firmly up against each other. "I'm almost there....where do I go?" I asked.
"Oh....okay, I know! Pull out and let me jack you off. And you can do it to me like you did before....make it come full circle, you know?" She laughed at using come as a pun, while I chuckled for other reasons. The last time I was here I started things off with Tina by masturbating, and now my second time here with Anne would end in the same fashion.
Being a sucker for symmetry and irony, I pulled off and went on my knees while Anne sat upright on the couch. She leaned down a bit and got a hold of my cock, which was already well lubed thanks to its previous activities. This also made it easier for my fingers to go back into her wet pussy and resume their earlier work.
I tried to swirl my two fingers inside of Anne, which made her bite back a groan; yet made her pump me harder in contrast. We picked up our speed in order to finish on time and to see us explode on each other for good measure.
Anne looked back and forth between her hand on my dick and my hand in her pussy, to get her going in both avenues. Then she looked up at me and gave another bright, lustful smile, which certainly helped me get a bit closer to going off. I studied her face intensely and slowly trailed down her form to her filled pussy, then gazed at the whole enchanting package as I felt myself getting closer.
"Oh yes, almost there....where do I land?" I gasped out.
"I'll figure that out, just make me cum on your hand now!" she whispered while taking quick breaths to quiet herself.
But that wouldn't be enough for either of us, after I picked up my pace and she rubbed her thumb over my head while stroking my shaft. With no other ideas coming to mind, I covered my mouth with my free hand and moaned into it as I finally released. Anne positioned it to land on her stomach and chest, and the sight of that seemed to put her over the edge and make me go that final bit deeper.
So Anne stole from my playbook and put her free hand over her mouth to hide her orgasmic cries. But the most damning evidence landed on my hand as Anne let herself go on it. Unfortunately, there was no way to stop a few spurts from getting on the floor, which would make clean up a little harder. Yet first things had to be first.
I was just starting to breathe against my hand once Anne was finished, as we both just stayed in place. Now that our heads had somewhat cleared and we could take a look at our position, and the mess we had left on ourselves, it looked all the more surreal. I heard Anne laugh a little bit, so she must have been thinking the same thing. As such, it made me let out a hidden laugh as well.
That held back any post-sex awkward silence; which was fitting since awkward silence helped set this up to begin with. I then remembered we did need to clean up quickly, so I reached over to my pants and got out a tissue. I wasn't saving it for this occasion, as I just needed it for my sneezing earlier in the morning; and yes, I still had a few unused ones left in stock. I used one to wipe off the cum I had left on Anne's body, another to get her's off of my hand and one more to try and pat down the stains on the floor.
Once I finished as much as I could, I started getting my clothes into a pile. I reached back to my pants and took out my cell phone; then dressed myself faster when I saw what time it was. "It's almost 6:30, damnit! They'll probably knock to get you any minute, and then they'll find me!"
"It's all right. You're getting dressed faster than me, you can go out and see if someone's there. If they're not, wait outside till they get here and say you came to get me too. If they're coming, just hide here until I get out."
I had all my clothes on by the time Anne finished her plan, so I hurried up right after she was done and opened the door a peek. No one seemed to be coming from either side of the hall, so it looked like I was safe. "All clear....I'll come 'wake you up' in a bit, then."
Anne was just straightening out her dress by then, and I took the chance that I had time to ask a question. "Will you be all right with the show although you didn't.....actually rest?"
"Rest is overrated sometimes. I'll be raring to go by the time you start knocking....which should be soon, right?"
"Oh, right, right!" I peeked out again and saw no one was there, which allowed me to get out and close the door without incident. I went down the hall and waited for a few seconds, then walked back to the door. This way, if someone was coming to get Anne, they'd arrive in time to think I was way ahead of them and had just arrived to knock on her door.
Indeed, I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see a crew member after I got to the door. "I'm way ahead of you, it's all right!" I called out before knocking on the door. "Anne? Are you up?"
A few seconds later, Anne answered the door fully dressed, and even pretend yawned a bit as well. "I'm up, indeed! Boy, I needed that nap, and now it's left me raring to go!"
"Good, they have a few new rewrites and costumes they need you to see right away," the crew member informed her.
"All right, let's go check them out!" She closed the door and then turned back to me. "Thank you for coming to get me too."
"Sure....if I don't see you, have a great show," I offered as a parting shot.
"I've had a great Saturday afternoon, I'm guessing the night'll be good too." Once that metaphor hit me, I smiled bashfully as Anne flashed me a final wink and a smile before she turned to follow the crew member away.
I let her get on with her preparations, then sat back and watched her dazzle the audience in dress rehearsal and on the live show. Yet in spite of finally seeing Studio 8H live on Saturday night, it was that Saturday afternoon which left an even greater impression – along with the guest host of both special time periods.
I hoped to convey as much, and yet not give anyway anything scandalous, when I wrote a little message to leave for Tina before I left Studio 8H again. In it, I left my initials and the phrase "You were right."
That would hopefully let her know that she was right about Anne; and that I was starting to get a sense that she was right about me as well.
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