The Trouble With Eden

by Leslie Pike

He looks to the ground, and seeing no clear spot to kneel, uses his foot to gently create a space.

  “I can put them back when we’re done. Now get your ass in front of me. Right now.” He kneels.

  I walk the few steps to him. Carefully, very carefully. I face him. My pussy is against his mouth. I wait. I look down at his face.

  “I said your ass. Didn’t I?”

  Oh yes. I turn around. And I feel his lips against my cheeks, kissing me there, hands gripping me at the hips. His tongue travels from the top of my crack, downward. My breathing builds.

  “You’ve got a beautiful ass, Bliss. Bend over for me, baby.”

  I do as he says. He spreads my cheeks. I feel my pussy wet and ready for him. It opens a little, like whatever was holding it shut, released its bond.

  “There’s the most beautiful flower in the garden.”

  Then he licks, and nibbles and makes me wonder why we ever do anything but fuck.

  “Steven, let’s get in the water.”

  He stands, and takes my hand. “I’ll lead the way.”

  It takes us a good two minutes to make it through the flowers and trees without ruining one blossom. All the while my pussy and his cock, are pulling to each other, in a magnetic field.

  We get to the edge of the pool. We can’t go down the steps, because there’s a blanket of roses on them. Our best bet is to enter from the side. And floating in the pool, are at least a hundred big blossoms. So we can’t just dive in.

  “Ok, I’ll lower you in,” he says.

  We walk to the edge. He turns me around to face him. He puts his hands under my arms, and slowly lowers me into the water. He’s strong. Strong and in control. I don’t feel him hesitate or waver a bit.

  It’s as if I’m a feather.

  Now I’m looking up to him, to his cock, which so appropriately points to me. It’s as if it’s saying “you, you there, I choose you to be ravaged.”

  “There’s a mouthful,” I say, admiringly.

  Steven’s just watching me.

  “You look so beautiful there. Your hair is floating around you, and there’s a flower caught in it.”

  “Come in my love. The water’s warm.”

  “Move those flowers.”

  I push the blossoms gently out of the way, and he steps off the edge, into the water. There’s hardly a splash. The imaginary judges are giving him a ten.

  We come together, and he takes me in his arms. He sucks on my breasts, and playfully bites my nipple.

  We roll in the water, he on top, me on top. Like two seals playing in the surf. It’s so easy now, for me to climb him. I wrap my legs around his waist.

  I look at him, and with the low lighting, I see all his angles.

  Exquisitely chiseled jaw, Roman nose, high cheekbones. He has the most spectacular face. But at this moment, I’m interested in what’s under the water, poking at me.

  “Get on your back,” I say.

  He floats his answer, and reaches back to grasp the edge of the pool, arms over his head. His cock stands ready for my mouth.

  “Suck it.”

  I come to the side, and put one hand under his back, to support him. And I put my other one around his dick. I can almost feel the blood pumping. I stroke it for a while, and the warm water makes it feel like I’m bathing him. Like my hand’s the washcloth. I make sure to caress his balls, and then bring my hand lower, between his cheeks. I find his asshole. That’s when he spreads his legs, so I can have easy access. I stick my middle finger right up, and in. Delicately. Slow. Just in a little. I make small circles. He’s going crazy.

  Then I pull it out, and begin to use my mouth on his cock.

  I give it a few licks, then move in front of him, and open his legs. He keeps his hold.

  His muscles are tense, and I’m sure it’s difficult to hold on, but I guarantee he has no intention of moving. As I lower my face to his cock, he locks his legs around me. Now we’re talking. I start to suck. I take it all the way, and run my tongue along the backside. His balls are floating free, easy to play with. When I get to the tip of the cock, I tease him along the cord running up and down on the head, to the hole. He’s going crazy with desire. I see it. I sense it. I know it.

  I stop, and look up at him. His eyes are closed, and his head is leaned back.

  “I love you,” I say.

  He opens his eyes, and looks at me. He smiles.

  “Me too. But Bliss, I’m about to come.”

  “Come in my mouth then.”

  Those words are all it takes. He’s not exaggerating. He’s about to ejaculate. I open my mouth, and take him in.

  I know by the sounds coming from him that it’s coming. He slams

  his cock upward, into my mouth, harder and harder.

  “Oh, oh, fuck!” he screams.

  That sweet sticky jiz shoots into my mouth, and I’m surprised by the volume. He eventually slows his pump to a stop, and I lift my head. He looks at me. My mouth is full of his come, and I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t want to spit it in the water, and I can’t spit it out on the flowers.

  Steven starts to laugh. “Don’t look at me! You asked for it.”

  I’m doing my best not to laugh, because it will come out. I look around for an idea. Nothing. So I do what must be done. I swallow.

  He’s looking at me, with one eyebrow arched.

  “What?” I say.

  “You know what. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with.”

  “Show me your appreciation.”

  That’s it, I crossed the control line with him. He lifts himself out of the pool, in one smooth move, and reaches out a hand for me.

  “Come on, get out.”

  “Wait. What about the flowers?”

  “FUCK THE FLOWERS! There’s a thousand fucking flowers here. We’ll throw away the ones we ruin, and move a few over to cover our tracks.”

  I can’t argue with logic. I lift my hand to him.

  He pulls me out, picks his spot, and lays me down in a field of flowers. Then he spreads my legs, and goes down on me.

  He knows pussy. In general, and mine specifically. I don’t care that I wasn’t the first, I don’t care that someone else taught him how. I just care that he’s doing it to me, and that he doesn’t stop. End of story.

  He nibbles on each lip, and teases my clit. He opens my lips, then pulls the hood up, to reveal the pearl. When he first sees it, he puts his tongue right on it. Flicking at the source of all my pleasure. He puts his lips right around it, in a tight circle, and sucks. But gently.

  Then when he fingers me, and pats the spot, he carries me away. One finger is inside of me now. Then two. Oh fuck me.

  “I’m ready again,” he says.

  “Oh, thank God.”

  He pulls his fingers out, and brings them to his nose. He breathes in.

  “You have the sweetest scent.”

  He rubs his finger across his upper lip. “That way I can smell you while I fuck you.”

  He picks up my legs, and opens them. He looks at my exposed pussy for just a few beats, before he enters me. I wrap my legs around his back, and feel his unyielding rock of a cock enter me. Oh, Lord.

  When it’s all over, we look around at the mess we’ve made. Broken blossoms, crushed flowers, empty spots of previously dressed ground. We start to laugh. We laugh so hard, tears come to both our eyes.

  He grabs my face, and brings it right close to his own. We touch foreheads.

  “Forever, you know.”

  “Forever,” I answer.

  STEVEN

  We had to return to Earth. Yesterday was really a great day. Great wedding, great party, great sex. Great love. Ours. We’re still laughing about fucking up the flowers at the pool. But I think we covered our tracks well. We repositioned everything, and hid what was broken or crushed. It took us a half an hour. When we walked out, you’d swear we were never there.

  I’ve got about five minutes, then it’s time to leave for work. The big
gags are done. We’ve just got a small explosion, and a few drive-bys. But Finn is in the shot, so I want to be there. It’s the last two days of the shoot for me, and this is one experience that won’t be able to be equaled. Some films I’m glad to see in the rear view mirror. But this one I’ll be thinking of in my old age. All the stars in the heavens lined up.

  Bliss is about to leave too. She’s catching a flight to New York for her meeting with HBO. What a development that was. I’m happy for her, not only because I love her, but because it’s well deserved. She’s a writer with a unique voice. I’ve never read anything that sounded quite like her work.

  Jack hooked her up with the right agent, and he jumped on the opportunity. When a writer is being courted by a network like HBO, half the agents work is already done for him. He doesn’t have to peddle the script.

  Negotiations for money however, are another thing altogether. Even though Bliss is a first time writer, I doubt if she’ll be getting paid the Writer’s Guild minimum. Even though she’s yet to become a dues paying member.

  That won’t be a problem though. She’ll get her honorary membership card on her first script. And when she goes on to sell more, she’ll become a full-fledged member.

  And other networks or production companies will bid the price of this script up. Like a house that sells for above asking price, because so many buyers are interested. That’s my girl.

  She walks out of the bedroom, with her bags.

  “I’m nervous.”

  “Just remember, they’re already sold on your work. They should be nervous you won’t want to sell it to them.”

  She laughs. “Oh yeah, I’m sure they’re shaking in their boots.”

  “Maybe that was a slight exaggeration, but there’s some truth there. I know you, and I know you don’t need any guidance. You’re going to impress. I’m sure of it.”

  I give her a goodbye kiss, and a pat on the ass.

  “Hurry back. I’ll make sure no one will be dancing in the window.”

  “They better not be. I’d hate to end the film with a murder.”

  As she passes to the door, she reaches out and touches my cock. “Keep it safe for me.”

  I feel it jump.

  “Well now you have to stay.”

  “See you in a couple of days.”

  She opens the door. Dead flowers tumble in. There, piled against the front door, are all the mangled flowers, and twigs and ground cover we trampled in the pool room. They’re smashed, and broken, and used. By this time, they’re turning brown. I guess we’re busted.

  Bliss and I break out laughing.

  “Oh my God!”

  “What’s the note?”

  She picks up the note, held to the top of the pile with a rock. I come up behind her, and look over her shoulder.

  Dear Friends,

  Thanks so much for your “special gift.” We’d been looking forward to it for days. It was special alright, a beautiful garden flattened by your asses, and watered by your DNA. You two really put a lot of yourselves into it. How can we ever repay you? We will return the earring found in the pool, Bliss. Thanks for arranging the floating flowers with your dick, Steven. I think that was our favorite detail. We’ll text you the local number to Sex Addicts Anonymous. We still love you. Payback’s a bitch.

  Nicki and Jack

  After Bliss leaves, and I’m in the van, I laugh every time I think about the note. Good thing the bride and groom are about to leave on their honeymoon, otherwise I’d be looking over my shoulder.

  I pick up the stunt crew at the hotel. Everybody’s relaxed, because it’s an easy day. We’ve all got about forty-eight hours till we start worrying about where the next job’s coming from. That’s one of the negatives about this profession. There’s absolutely no job security. Fortunes can change, loyalties can change, and luck can change. Even if you’ve never had a downtime, it most definitely can happen.

  And then there’s the strikes. Our union can go on strike, and we can be out of work for months. My dad had more than one of those “breaks.” He’d tell us kids he was on vacation.

  He and Melanie are coming to the set today. I like it when he’s on set. He’s like the Grand Poohbah of stuntmen, preceded by his reputation as a good stuntman and a good guy.

  They’re going to take me to dinner, in celebration of the end of the movie.

  It’s kind of a tradition with us. It started after I finished my first coordinating job. That was twelve years ago. The three of us will have hangovers tomorrow. Guaranteed.

  The ride to the set is uneventful and ordinary. We talk about the day’s work, which is an explosion in a warehouse, as Finn peels out in his motorcycle. He won’t be close though. Special Effects will blow the charge as he clears the doorway. As he comes out into the traffic, one car will wheel around him. Finn will continue out of frame. Done.

  Then we get down to more interesting topics of conversation.

  Stuntmen always have the dirty details on what’s happening on set.

  “That fucking cunt, Caprice. I hope I never work with her again.” Says Parker.

  “What’d she do now?” I say.

  “She blamed Cathy for her own fuck up.”

  “She’s an asshole,” says Doug.

  My cell rings.

  “Quiet.”

  I pick up my cell. Too many ears for speaker. The stunt crew are still talking, but they’ve lowered the decibel.

  “Hello.”

  “Steven. It’s Bob Deeds.” Shit, it’s the Executive Producer of the film I’m up for.

  “Bob, hi.”

  With one hand, I make a sweeping gesture telling the crew to shut the fuck up.

  “What’s up, Bob?”

  “Well, I’m calling to tell you got the job, Steven. We want you to direct the film. Sound good?”

  Oh man, this life can’t get any fucking better.

  “Great. That’s great. Thanks so much for your vote of confidence. You won’t be sorry.”

  “I know that. We like your second unit work. A lot. And we’ve talked to actors and DP’s you’ve worked with. To the person, they speak highly of you.”

  “That’s good to hear. What do we do next?”

  “Signing contracts, first script meeting, going over the timeline. We’ve got a lot to do. I’ll send you the PDF file of the script, so you can read it again before the meeting. There’s been a few changes. Let’s aim for next Wednesday. Does that work for you?”

  “Yeah that’s perfect. I’m released from this film tomorrow. I can be back in L.A. the next day if I have to.”

  “Wednesday’s soon enough. We’ll meet you at the offices at noon.”

  “Ok, good. And thanks again, Bob.”

  “You’re welcome. I know we’ve made the right decision.” He disconnects.

  “What was that about? Did you get it?” says Archer.

  “I got it, man. I got it.”

  The van erupts in yells, and congratulatory high fives. I can hardly wait to tell Bliss.

  Of course the day’s going slow. It always does when you’re getting down to the wire. You hold your breath a little, till everything’s done. There’s so much opportunity for injury or costly missteps. And when it’s your responsibility, you don’t let your guard down for a minute. That’s why, even on an easy shot like this one’s going to be, I’m watchful.

  Finn’s not jacked up at all. He hasn’t got any experience with explosions, but he doesn’t look anxious. It would be understandable if he was. They’re nothing to take lightly. I think he likes it.

  Sometimes a person can be too nonchalant.

  I go up to him.

  “You set?”

  “Right, oh yeah. It’s all good.”

  “Are you clear on when you go?”

  “When you say “Action” I go. I race out of the building, and when I’m clear, they’ll pop the charge.”

  “That’s it. It’s going to be smooth, no problems. Just keep going straight, till you’re
out of camera.”

  I look around, to see the Paramedics are close by. The Fire

  Department is here, with a truck and five firemen. Every time there’s an explosion, the Fire Department is present. And it’s standard procedure to have the Paramedics at the ready too.

  There’s six loads going off today, so it should look and sound pretty good. Effects hasn’t failed us yet on this film. It’s always a little bit bigger than they say, so I allow for that, and make sure my stunt people are aware.

  We’re getting ready for the shot. I’m behind the camera, watching the cameraman’s POV. I see Melanie and my dad walking toward us. I wave, and signal to them to stand with the stunt crew who are watching. Melanie does just that. My dad completely ignores my instruction and comes to stand behind me. But I don’t mind. He’s so familiar with the process, and has thirty more years of experience than I do. He’s earned a right to stand wherever he thinks fit.

  “Hi, son.”

  “Hey, Dad.”

  Parker’s in the car, waiting in his spot. The A.D. is standing next to him, making sure he’s set to go. Finn is on his bike, ready to ride, and I can see him through the warehouse doors.

  Special Effects is ready, and has already announced it’s a hot set. Everyone’s on alert. And we’re all far enough away to avoid being hit by something we’re not expecting. That’s what experience teaches in this business. Protect yourself.

  The A.D. speaks into her radio. “Stunt car ready.”

  She walks away, out of camera.

  “Everybody settle … Camera rolling … And, ACTION,” I shout.

  Cameras roll, and I hear Finn gun his bike. He comes flying out of the warehouse doors. He makes the turn onto the street, and peels away. Parker drives the hell out of his car, avoiding Finn. The explosion sounds.

  BOOM!! BOOM!!BOOM!! BOOM!!BOOM!!

  A fireball flashes, and I can hear the crashing of the scored interior set. Scaffolding was made to collapse when the explosion went off. It sounds and looks perfect, loud and dramatically lit by fire.

  Finn was in the perfect spot. I’m sure he felt a little heat on his back, but was never in any danger. It’ll be a good looking piece. Finn’s testosterone fueled escape from the bad guys is just what the moviegoers will want to see.