Ryan and Micki Make a Porno (smootch!)

I'm in the bathroom in Conrad's suite, finishing up my preparation for our final scene together. Which is the long way of saying I just beat off five times. In a row. You'd do the same if you were a male and knew what it was like to have sex with Micki Foster. It's lethal. You have to bring your "A" game. I bump into Audrey upon my exit, almost knocking her to the ground, "Sorry, sorry!" I put an arm around her waist to steady her as she laughs it off, "Are you okay?"
"I'm *fine*, Ryan." Audrey chuckles, "The question is, are *you* okay?"
"Right as rain, puddin'tane." I answer with false bravado.
"Oh my *GOD*!" I hear Micki's voice behind us and we both momentarily freeze, "Can't you keep your fucking hands off of her for one *fucking* second?"
I let go of Audrey and whirl around to face her. She's wearing a robe like I am, because we have to start the scene already nude. I'm entranced, because when she's angry, I now realize I've seen that look before. My five time preparation suddenly doesn't seem like nearly enough, but I have to stand my ground. "Not that it matters, but this is not what it seems," I start, trying for an even tone, "and I don't really appreciate your attitude. You're behaving like a jealous girlfriend, and it's really pissing me off."
"You've been pissing *me* off too, asshole, since you dragged me in to this whole sordid affair!" Micki snaps, "Oh, and you giving *me* lip about jealousy is quite laughable, Mr. 'Where-were-you-last-night?'."
"I was concerned for my friend! Not that I needed to be since you were shacking up with Elliot." I add bitterly.
"Well, I *knew* where you were, you son of a bitch." she growls at me, "You were fucking her" she points at Audrey, "*And* Laura. Having the time of your life with no regard to how I would feel. You can't just fuck me like that..."
"Holy cow, this has to be stopped. *Now*." Audrey interrupts, compounding my shock, "Micki, we didn't do it to Ryan. I'm sorry sweetie," she says to me, "but the truth has to be known for both your sakes."
Micki's expression shifts from anger to disbelief, "I'm sorry, but I'm not buying that. Why did I catch you in bed together the next morning? You don't need to protect him, Audrey."
"What did you mean, 'you can't just fuck me like that'? What were you trying to say?" I ask.
Her eyes meet mine and begin to well up, "Can you please tell me that you didn't feel *that* too, so we can just get this over and done with? Honestly Ryan, I'm tired, but you'll never be. It's like you're always on the hunt for the next best thing. Why don't you just keep looking for her, then?"
She's left me speechless. I don't believe what I'm hearing, but there's still one burning question that I gotta know, "So why did you send Laura and Audrey to proposition me, then?" I am finally able to croak out.
Seems that we've drawn a crowd; cast and crew have us surrounded like a fight on a playground. She answers me with venom in her tone, "I told them they could *ask* you. You're the fucker that actually took them up on their offer."
"Hold the phone, Micki. Ryan got no lay." Andy argues as he sidles next to Audrey and slips an arm around her.
"Andy's right, you know. Like I was trying to tell you before, I only hung around til morning because I was worried about the poor guy." Audrey explains.
"Yeah, Homeboy cried the *whole time* about your fine ass." Conrad jumps in, "Killin' the play before it even happened and weepin' like a little bitch."
"Thanks Conrad." What a pal, this guy.
"Is this true?" she asks the crowd, who collectively nod in the affirmative.
"He cried in my arms all night because he thought you were boning Moody, and that you had outed your status to us simply *because* you wanted to bone Moody." Audrey adds.
"What kind of a girl do you take me for, Ryan? I wouldn't do that to Dana, not when I know how she feels about him." Micki huffs at me, "You really didn't have that three way?"
"No. But you really did spend the night at Elliot's." I reply.
Conrad steps between us, "Enough of this shit right here. Your beef has been officially squashed, understand? Time to make the movie, like, *now*, children." he turns to the crowd, "Can y'all please disperse so that we can call motherfuckin' places?"
Cast and crew quickly obey as I try to process what just happened. Did she really just let on that she's been feeling the same way I have? I have to say, in my defense, the only reason I have to force myself to look at other women is because if I didn't, I'd be staring at her from sunup through sundown. How would she know that though? She's not psychic. I make my mark slightly beyond the bathroom door in the hallway as she stands on hers in the doorway to the bedroom. We hastily disrobe and hand them over to Laura as Elliot takes his place at the other end of the hall with the handheld camera next to Andy with the boom mic.
I quickly explain that Dana, now under possession, is supposed to attack Peter and drag him to the bed, pushing him down as hard as she can, "We'll start out with Dana on top, and she'll take a minute to realize that Peter's getting the best of her with the ecto condom, but it would be nice to see some reaction that it's affecting the ghost, if we could. Then Peter does his takeover and depossesses, end scene." I finish explaining and try not to stare at her, hanging out all naked like that and smirking at me with her little nods of agreement. Five times wasn't even close to enough. I clear my throat as Audrey slams down the marker. This is it. So what exactly is going on with us now? Why am I still feeling confusion?
Action is called, and I am stunned by the screetch that Micki gives out as she rushes me and knocks me against the wall, effectively descending like a hellcat and kissing the legs out from under me. My arms flail momentarily as I dissolve into my needed fix, but eventually end up clutching at her back as my ecto green erection stabs into her abdomen. She lets out a depraved squeal at this and grips me by the shoulders, surprising me with her actual strength as she pulls me away from the wall and marches me backward towards the bedroom. Her kisses are violent and rain upon me in a staccato attack, and she's actually breaking skin from where her claws dug into the flesh around my neck. Hot damn. I do believe that we're off to a promising start. The backs of my knees bump against the edge of the bed, forcing us to stop travelling. This is also the cue for my line, "Dana?" I ask with apparent question in my voice. The way she startled me with her attack aids to its conviction.
I let out a 'whoa' as she jumps onto my naked body and wraps her legs around my waist. She lets out a decidedly impish laugh, shaking her head, "Dana's not here." Micki/Dana answers, biting onto my bottom lip as a preliminary to another knee-weakening kiss. The force of it causes me to drop with ease when she pushes me backward. The two of us land with a hard bounce onto the mattress and she doesn't skip a beat, just starts to kiss and bite all over the vicinity of my chest and stomach. I suddenly feel like I know what it's like to be happily devoured. I'm liking this whole 'her in control' thing, I must say. It makes a guy feel like he's wanted. My hands grip the backs of her thighs hard as she continues straddling my waist and doing her oral exploration, and I can't help but cry out loud when she reaches behind her to tug gently on my testicles. Fuck, that felt good. What feels even better is when she shifts down and starts grinding her moist wetness against my member, causing a natural reaction that forces my fingers to move from her thighs to grip onto her hips. I try to sit up and kiss her, but she lets out another shreik as she pushes my chest back down and I feel my cock pushing its way into her depths when she readjusts her hips and descends onto my lap. Holy shit. I have a notion that she will *never* cease to feel like nirvana.
After I recover from my eyes rolling back into my head, I open them to catch the cause of the pleasure I'm experiencing in all her wonder. Micki/Dana's begun to come down hard with her motions, her hips doing their ever-poetic dance in a more frantic way with each stroke. If this weren't enough, she's thrashing her head back and forth as she bestows wildcat grunts into the atmosphere, punctuating them with wide-eyed 'ohs' on her downstroke, to which I can't help reply with something similar because that's when she gives her walls a little tremor. I feel as if she actually *could* fuck the life force right out of me. Her hands move to meet mine on her hips and our eyes happen to catch. Hers are smiling, but something comes over me that still doesn't sit right and she feels so perfect that mine start brimming with hot tears. When she notices this, she moves my hands with her on either side of my head as she leans down to grant me a kiss, sucking my tongue slightly into her mouth and grinding her hips in slow, aching circles into mine. The feels strangely loving to me, and also pretty tactily awesome as well, because this angle is incredible and the feeling of her breasts crushing against my chest is pleasantly intimate.
"I slept on the couch." Her whisper is soft against my lips as her lower half gives me another tug. God, yes.
Her words bring me to a joyous level that very well could border on insanity. She didn't sleep with Elliot. That means that I'm the guy this lady actually wants. I smile against her mouth but only for a second before I tear into it with an urgent kiss of my own making, sitting up and taking her with me. I believe it's time for Peter to begin his de-possession. That little mynx. She was holding out on me. My hips raise up hard into hers and her startled groan amuses me. I wonder if I can do it again. Oh, yep. Sure can. That's terribly cool. Can I do it again? Yes? Lovely.
I circle my arms around her waist during all of this, which comes in handy when I use my renewed strength to flip her onto her back as I complete my takeover, embarking on my own limited oral exploration of her face and neck. I believe she let out another shreik at my attack, but I can barely hear anything anymore, just the blood rushing in my head as I feel her spasm around me. Very good, but I'm not getting taken out so easily. We're not getting by on just one of those, no sir. I love her, and she deserves more, therefore I slow down but intensify my pace to show her that I'm not done yet, underlining my thrusts with short pecks to her lips as one of her hands clutches my back and the other engages in a death grip on the back of my head. Neither of us have gotten the smiles out of our eyes. We may be terminally afflicted. You'd be happy too if you had *her* legs wrapped around your waist and knew that she had them there because she wanted you.
My mind began it's recitation of the state capitals. I had to pull that trick out of the emergency box because I inevitably had to start moving faster and she's coming again, her thighs tensing hard against my waist as her toes point and curl toward the sky. Mm-mm, she's miraculous. Our kiss is long and nicely distracting as she rides through it, and I am trying to slow down but the way she's gripping my ass and trying to take over isn't really helping me out. I'll compromise and keep it like it is, but I'm not going any faster. The capital of California is Sacramento. Micki/Dana breaks contact with my mouth, nipping at my nose with her teeth, "You're coming with me next time." she barely lets out so only I can hear her.
I shake my head and give her a cocky grin, taking one of the hands that grasp her shoulders down to a firm breast and giving it an intent squeeze, "No, I'm not." I mouth silently as she squirms under me, giving her a solid, slow-it-down thrust. I didn't count on the hands on my ass being that strong; the force of that, the strength of her hips slamming upward, and the enchanting contraction of her inner walls once I'm to the hilt just negated everything I was trying to do. I have a suspicion that she might be the Last Dragon at the art of lovemaking. Okay, I give. I'll go faster.
Upon my obligement, I feel her hands slide up my back and grab me by the hair, pulling me hard into another brief kiss before moving her lips down and biting into my neck. Oh, dammit, Little Rock is the capital of Arkansas. I see that she's trying to help me by bringing a bit of pain into the situation, but I think I may have liked that a little too much, because it's forced me to growl out and move even faster. Oklahoma City is the capital of Oklahoma. St. Paul is the capital of Minnesota. Fuck, I can't think of any more! The red alert has started to go off. I try for baseball stats, the old standby, but I'm drawing a blank. "I love you." she says in a quiet, muffled voice into my neck, before tensing and letting out a terrifically banshee-like cry.
I do believe that did it. I am gone to that place again, and the incredible thing about being bounced into these regions of euphoria is that through all of this eroticism and technical talent, what sent me over the edge ended up being words. Mere words. Sure, I've been waiting about a year to hear them, and now that it's happened I feel they were worth the wait. In the midst of all this, my palms got around to cupping her face and I'm barely aware that I'm saying words over and over in a delirious chant while she says it to me again, then *again*. I love you. Wonders never cease. Once we slow down to a stop, that's what I realize *I* had been chanting, and quite loudly, I might add.
"Cut! Fool! Nobody says 'I love you' in porno!" Conrad exasperates through the bullhorn, "C'mon, Ry-D! Now we're gonna have to reshoot that last little bit! Where's your head?"
Micki and I look at each other and begin snickering, which escalates quickly into relieved laughter. Whoops. Our mistake. Luckily, I don't think there'll be any problems with the reshoot. It's only that last little part, after all. In fact, I have a feeling it'll be pretty fuckin' cheesecake.
"Sorry." comes our sheepish, giddy reply.

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"You fuckin' asshole, El. Why didn't you tell me yesterday that she slept on your couch? Here I was, thinking you had some class in not bragging." I crack at Elliot, throwing a balled up drink napkin at his head.
"She told me not to say anything. Believe me, it's not like I didn't try my best in making it true." Elliot answers as he picks up my offering and tosses it right back, "I had a nice warm bed all waiting for her."
"So you told me." Micki chuckles from the confines of my lap as we once again celebrate in Conrad's rec room, this time for the official wrap party. That's it, we've finished filming. Everything went swell, and Stolis all around for the fine cast and crew. We're situated around the large bar and lounge area, she and I taking up the only chair, but it's a giant one, "I thought that you actually went through with it, and didn't want you to have one over on me." she directs at me defensively .
"Well, why didn't you say something before the last Peter and Dana scene this morning?" I ask El.
"Your sequence wouldn't have translated to be nearly as convincing as it was on film." Elliot answers to 'oh, that's wrong' groans from the majority of the bodies in the room, "Hey! You found out the truth eventually, right?"
"Alls well that ends well." Dana offers, "In a deceptive, twisted, and bad kind of way."
"I second that emotion." Hank echoes, sitting at Dana's feet with his chin resting on her knees, "Zool, mothafucka."
Conrad was right. It *is* good to have your rocks off before you direct a group sex scene. Shee-it. I wouldn't have wanted to muscle through that without the aid of my own unexpected happiness. The powers of miscommunication can do strange, fucked up things, but thankfully, like Dana just stated, it's all worked out for the best. That, and Micki treated me to a wonderfully discreet handjob while Elliot was away from the monitors filming with the hand held camera. The woman is my reward. The thing that utterly slays me is that she tells me I am hers right back. Relationship officially redefined, in a most wonderful way that works out on all sides. Yes Virginia, there is a fucking Santa Claus, and Angels really do get their wings every time that bell rings. I believe it's all true.
"What a story to tell the grandkids, eh?" Andy starts at us with laughter in his tone, "Well, young-uns, we were friends who were pretending to be lovers to shoot this porno and ended up actually getting our happily ever after."
"Shit, you could just show them the footage." Laura pitches in, "See kids, this here is the first time the grandfolks got it on." she jokes, using an old lady voice.
Well, it *is* funny, and we did run out of things to throw here in the chair, so we laugh along with the rest of the group, "No offspring of mine will ever see this if I have anything to say about it." Micki giggles at her, "Our copy is going in a deep, dark vault in our basement."
"Not fucking even, you are not putting 'Slutbusters' in the vault!" Nothing that precious should be co-mingling with cursed objects. I pinch her in the side with my protest as she squirms in my lap and tries to get me back. I'm too fast for her, and I get her by the wrists as she cackles, "That's a piece of our history there, woman." I argue, laying a quick one on her forehead.
"Why on earth would an antique store have a vault in the basement?" Audrey queries.
"Long story." I say, letting Micki's wrists free.
"Boring story." Micki lies, trying not to smile, "Besides, we're not the only ones who may or may not be saying the same to *their* grandkids."
"Yeah, but sure as shittin' *our* first time wasn't on camera." Hank reveals, "It ended up being effective for you two, sure, but the concept is a bit gnarly."
"We decided we should do a trial run." Dana adds, "No alarms and no surprises."
"*You* decided. I was just being a gentleman and walked you to your dorm; you were the one who jumped me when we got there." Hank corrects.
"Please tell me we weren't the only ones who's first time was on camera." I am taken aback by Hank and Dana's revelation. I thought for sure their first time was their opening scene.
I look to Conrad and Laura, then Audrey and Andy, who give me and my lovely lap ornament guilty grins. They're all shaking their heads 'no'.
"I can't say for them," Conrad begins, "but we went there the night of the read through."
"Yum-my." Laura chimes.
"I sort of, attacked Andy right before your dialogue scene yesterday." Audrey admits, "Hey, I didn't want to be caught off guard!"
So that's why Hank was on boom mic.
"Upstairs hall closet. Good times." Andy says wistfully, "That was fantastic, by the way. She caught *me* off guard, but at least it wasn't on camera, so I'm not one to hold it against her."
So much for solidarity. Even among this motley crew, we're the odd birds out. The freaks of the freaks. Yay us.
"Have you all even engaged in the funk nasty off camera?" Conrad pries, "Because that's the beginning of a beautiful relationship right there."
We both look at each other with raised eyebrows. Do handys count? "Not *really*." Micki answers cautiously for the both of us.
Andy, Elliot, and Conrad howl with laughter over this, "Can you believe that shit? She said 'not really'! Well, I'll be fucked." Conrad heckles as they all nudge each other in amusement.
"Too late." Laura teases, "C'mon, lay off. It's weird ass, but romantic as hell. Good for you guys."
"Yeah, I guess now you have something else to look forward to, don't you?" Dana grins at us.
"The old style, off-camera bow-chica-wow-wow." Hank continues lasciviously.
Well, when they're right, they're right. We do have that on the 'look forward to' plate, now don't we?