Debutante

by Madeline Moore

  ‘Good time …’ she whispered. She licked and kissed his ear, then started her way down the side of his face to his neck.

  He shuddered. He always shuddered when a girl kissed his neck. His cock strained against the fabric of his jeans. Damn. Her hot cunt felt great. She was already so wet he could feel it dampening his jeans and his hard-on beneath them. He needed it so bad. Maybe it was time to face facts. Emily was gone. Gone for good.

  ‘Yesssssssssss,’ hissed the lizard.

  ‘No,’ said Luke.

  ‘Please, baby, I’m close. Please …’ Marion arched her back, exposing her nipples, bearing down on his leg and the erection trapped against it, tipping up her ass.

  ‘Anal slut.’ Luke slipped his hands under her skirt and parted her ass cheeks. ‘Beg some more.’

  ‘Please, Luke, please, please.’

  He pushed his left index finger into her asshole, ignoring the resistance. ‘More. I’m an anal slut and I want more.’

  ‘“I’m an anal slut and I want more …”’ Marion’s words slurred together. She pressed her pussy down, jiggling just enough to rub her clit against his cock. ‘More you fucking … fucking … fuck …’

  Luke bounced his leg and she rose a little. His hands still held her ass cheeks apart but as she bore down on his cock again his second index finger joined the first.

  Marion fell forwards, her breasts bracketing his face. ‘Uhhhhhhh …’

  ‘Quiet,’ Luke said.

  He bounced her again, jamming both fingers as far up inside her as he could. One more little bounce and she’d probably …

  He felt the clenching contractions of her empty pussy through the veil of skin that separated it from her ass and his punishing index fingers. He kept up the rhythm of his fingers but let her grind her cunt against his cock until the spasms slowed and stopped.

  ‘Fuck,’ she moaned in his ear.

  He tumbled her sideways off his lap.

  ‘Pleazzzzzzzzzzzzzze …’ moaned the lizard.

  ‘Shut up,’ said Luke.

  He made his way through the crowd and up the stairs.

  Two minutes in the bathroom and three weeks of pent-up need spilled into the bowl. He flushed it, washed his hands and lay down on his bed.

  Disgust. Stupid. Shut up, Luke.

  He buried his face in his pillow and pulled another one over his head to muffle the hateful sound of drunken revelry.

  Emily.

  Chapter Three

  It was a quiet night at Bailey’s, the fine dining restaurant where Emily worked, so she spotted Marion as soon as the hostess seated her. Emily had made sure to tell every hostess she worked with to seat a single girl with hair the colour of red velvet in her section, if and when such a person showed up.

  Now that Marion was here, Emily was terrified to talk to her. The last time it’d been easy, she’d just sat and shook her head while Marion tried to make various points in Luke’s favour.

  ‘Guys his age are always horny. They wake up that way and they go to bed that way. They can’t help it,’ Marion had said.

  ‘I don’t care. He had no right shooting me without my consent.’

  ‘True. But he’s sorry. He’s a mess, Emily. A total disaster. I think he might not even get his projects finished in time to pass the semester.’ (This part was not true; all Luke did was work on the short movie due by mid-April. But Marion had never had any trouble making up stories and the lie was for a good cause.)

  ‘What about me? I’m doing a double major and I can’t concentrate. All I can think of is Luke and his friends watching us fuck.’

  Marion had set four more discs on the table. ‘He wouldn’t do that. Here are the rest of the movies he made of you two. He wants you to have them all. He says he can’t stand having them around.’

  ‘He probably already has someone new and he just doesn’t want –’

  ‘Nobody new.’

  ‘Because he hasn’t had the opportunity.’

  ‘Oh come on. The poor guy’s in love with you. I bet he wouldn’t have sex with a girl if she threw herself into his lap.’

  Which was when they’d made their agreement. Marion was to do her best to try to seduce Luke and report the result back to Emily.

  It’d been a tough ten days but now she was here.

  Emily delivered the entrées she carried on her tray and gave Rhonda a nod. She hadn’t taken many breaks on her last few shifts, with the understanding that when the redhead showed up, she’d take a break immediately.

  Rhonda nodded back. Emily slid into the chair opposite Marion.

  ‘Well?’

  ‘What, no how-do-you-do?’ Marion grinned.

  ‘Sorry. How are you?’ Emily picked up the linen napkin on the table and started absently-mindedly twisting it.

  ‘Fine, thank you. But I can’t say the same for your poor old ex. I think all the sperm he’s not expelling might be slowly poisoning him. Hey –’ she tilted her head sideways, as she always did when she had an idea ‘– that’s not a bad idea for a short.’

  ‘It’s dumb.’ Emily looked down at the tortured napkin in her hands. When she looked back up, her eyes brimmed with tears.

  ‘C’mon, kiddo,’ Marion whispered, ‘stop your suffering. And Luke’s. Just watching it is painful. Listen, I threw myself at him at that kegger we had. Seriously. I offered him anal –’

  ‘Sssh.’ Emily looked around but no one seemed to have heard. ‘Really?’

  ‘I gave it everything I’ve got. No kidding.’

  ‘And?’

  ‘He was nice about it, you know. A real gentleman. I kissed his neck, you know? I even climbed into his lap.’

  Emily’s eyes narrowed. The visual was not appealing. ‘Was he drunk?’

  ‘He’d had a few. Any other guy would’ve been begging for it. But in this case it was me doing the begging. I had him cornered, on that funky couch we have, and I was all over him. I was like, “Please, Luke, I’m desperate, I need that big cock of yours so bad, baby, I’ll do anything you want” and –’

  ‘Get to the fucking point already.’

  ‘He turfed me off his lap and said, “Shut up.” Then he went upstairs and never came back.’ Marion held out her hands, palms up. ‘The dude’s in love with you, Emily.’

  Hope bloomed like a rose in Emily’s heart. She felt the heat of happiness rise from her chest until her cheeks flushed with it and it her eyes overflowed with it and she wept into her shredded napkin.

  ‘So can he come see you?’

  Emily nodded. ‘Tomorrow. My place. Eight p.m.’

  ‘Good girl.’ Marion slid from her chair. She patted Emily awkwardly on the shoulder.

  Emily looked up at her. ‘Thanks, Marion.’ She wiped her cheeks.

  ‘Aw,’ muttered Marion, seemingly embarrassed by her good deed. ‘It was nothing.’

  ‘I owe you one,’ said Emily. But before she could stand up and give Marion a hug, the other girl was gone.

  Some people were funny that way; couldn’t handle gratitude. But she wouldn’t forget. She owed Marion and someday, somehow, she’d pay her back.

  Chapter Four

  Luke stuck his key into Emily’s lock. He tentatively tried the door and, when it opened, heaved a sigh of relief so complete it caused a full-body shudder. He’d hardly dared hope Marion was telling the truth when she’d said Emily wanted to see him. But she hadn’t locked the dead bolt to keep him out.

  Dead Bolt. Not a bad name for a short. He gave his head a shake. He didn’t need to think about film any more. He was finished, as far as third year was concerned. But, more importantly, he wasn’t all that interested in the subject. For the first time in his life, something mattered more than making movies. Right here. Right now. This was the most important moment of his life.

  ‘Emily?’

  No answer. He checked his cell phone. Eight p.m. on the nose. He’d followed Marion’s instructions to the letter. He was about to call out again when he heard a soft moan coming from
Emily’s bedroom.

  The door was ajar. He pushed it open. The sight that met his eyes was astonishing.

  Em was lying in bed, naked and uncovered. The movie, their movie, the one that had caused all the fuss, was playing on her TV. The sound was turned down low but he could hear their voices, thick with lust. He could see the purity of their love in the way they looked at each other, in their kisses and caresses. It was a heady combination.

  ‘Em?’ He stood in the doorway, unsure of his next move.

  She looked over her shoulder. Her face was flushed and her grey eyes were as misty as a seaside morning. Damp blonde curls framed her face.

  Her beauty left him speechless. He ventured into the room. Now he could see that she was toying with her nipples while her right hand stroked her pussy.

  ‘Help me?’ Emily’s voice was so sweet he could almost taste it. She turned her attention back to the TV.

  Luke stripped. He crawled onto the bed until he was pressed up against her back. He reached around her hip to place his right hand over hers.

  In unison their two hands teased and pleased her sopping wet pussy. At his touch, she’d begun to shudder. It wasn’t going to take long.

  Luke gently tucked the damp curls on her cheek behind her ear. He licked the sweat from her face and neck. When he spoke on the screen, he whispered the same words in her ear. ‘Em … I love you, Em …’

  Emily trembled from head to toe. She joined him in repeating the words she said on tape. ‘Mm. I love you too, I do. I love this, too.’

  His hard-on rubbed her spine. He slid lower to take her from behind. ‘… so wet, Em. So wet and hot …’

  Luke slid smoothly inside her warm, welcoming pussy, the sheath to a sword that was back from away. He fucked her in long, slow strokes while covering her hand with his, applying extra pressure to her fingers on her clit.

  She moaned, still shaking from head to toe.

  He licked her cheek. Tears mingled with sweat. His eyes blurred with tears, too. ‘… come so bad …’

  For a moment Emily seemed to freeze. The trembling ceased as she stilled, a warm ivory statue wet with rain.

  ‘Go for it,’ whispered Luke. ‘It’s yours, baby. Take it.’

  She let out a strangled shriek and then another, not so strangled.

  Luke pressed his palm against hers, mashing her clit as he fucked her through the grasping spasms of her orgasm and on into the grand release of his.

  The short film was over. But Luke was still shuddering, spurting weakly inside her, when she groped for the remote and powered off the TV.

  Finally, both were still.

  He slipped free of her.

  ‘I watched them all,’ she said. ‘They’re love tapes.’

  ‘Yeah!’ A part of him swelled with pride. She’d finally seen what he’d been sure he’d captured. ‘But we can get rid of them. I can –’

  ‘No. I … I like them. I want to make more.’

  She rolled over, wrapped her arms around him and burst into tears. ‘Never leave me again,’ she said. A small, balled fist whacked his shoulder for emphasis.

  ‘I won’t,’ he said. Tears slid down his face and he made no attempt to hide them. Nor did he choose to remind her who had left who. It didn’t matter.

  Nothing mattered. Emily was his again.

  Not only that, but she wanted to make more tapes. His cock twitched at the thought. Add to that the fact that he’d finished his third year of film school and his world was complete.

  What could possibly go wrong?

  Chapter Five

  The Film Department was in a frenzy. Students wandered the halls as if lost and one girl had thrown up her hands in dismay before bursting into tears. She stood, sobbing, among scattered papers, text books and discs.

  Emily stood at the front entrance to the building, panting. She’d just run from Business, almost across the entire campus, with her knapsack bouncing on her back. The halls should be close to empty, but it looked like practically no one had gone to class. She spotted Marion, her face white beneath her unruly mop of crimson hair.

  ‘What?’ said Emily.

  ‘They just informed us that tuition is going up forty per cent.’

  Emily’s shoulders slumped. Her knapsack thumped on the floor.

  ‘You’ve got to be –’ She’d been about to say ‘kidding’ but it was obvious from the scene before her eyes that this was no joke. ‘The whole University?’

  ‘Nope. Just Film. How do you like that?’

  ‘Can they do that? Is it even legal?’

  ‘The University’s been threatening it for years. You know that. Cost of this, cost of that … and now it’s done. Starts in September. I’m screwed. We’re all screwed. Except for you, I guess.’

  ‘What makes you say that?’

  ‘Don’t you have some fat trust fund you can dip into any time you like?’

  ‘Yeah, I only schlep plates three nights a week for the fun of it. I’m studying for a part because when I graduate I really want to play a waitress.’

  Marion shrugged.

  Emily spotted Luke and dragged her knapsack across the floor until she reached him. Like the others, he was stuck in freeze frame.

  She gave his arm a shake. ‘Snap out of it, Luke. C’mon.’

  Luke followed her like a robot, down the hall and out of the building. She stopped at the bus stop.

  ‘Do you have any money?’ she asked.

  ‘Some. Where are we going?’

  ‘To see my stepmom,’ Emily said.

  ‘What for?’

  ‘To try to talk her into letting me have access to my “fat trust fund”,’ she replied grimly.

  It was a short bus ride to Beverly Hills. Emily peppered Luke with instructions but she could tell most of it wasn’t getting through to him. It was her own fault. She’d chosen to keep her life story to herself, easily deflecting his questions by asking her own questions about him. As a result, she knew plenty about his childhood in Brentwood, Vermont: mom, dad, two older sisters and a little brother, happy, middle class, everyone loved going to the movies on a Saturday night. All Luke knew about her was that she came from money, didn’t remember her long-dead mother, did remember her much-loved late father and barely saw her stepmother.

  Emily stopped talking. Luke stared forlornly out the window, as if seeing LA for the last time. It had been a mistake to bring him along, she saw that now. But it was too late.

  She tugged at his arm. ‘Luke. Listen to me.’

  ‘That was fun last night, huh?’ He gave her a wan smile.

  Emily nodded. Ever since their magical make-up sex they’d experimented with shooting their lovemaking sessions. With a few mirrors, decent lighting and proper sound equipment, they’d made some seriously steamy little movies. It had taken surprisingly little time for her to get used to the idea that her naked body and Luke’s, engaged in the most intimate acts possible between two people, with all the accompanying sucks and licks and moans and orgasmic howls, was being recorded.

  ‘You’re a good film-maker, Luke,’ she said.

  ‘Nah. It’s you, Em. You’re as pretty as a porn star.’

  Emily blushed, oddly pleased by a comment that would’ve made her mad as hell a month ago. She jumped up. ‘Come on. This is our stop.’

  It was a long walk from the stop to her house. She tried, again, to get a couple of facts hammered into his head, but he’d gone from glum to dazed.

  ‘Bobby mustn’t know about the film-making course, Luke. Got that?’

  ‘Fuck me. Look at that place. It’s a palace!’

  ‘Luke!’

  ‘Right. Bobby mustn’t know – hey, why do you call her Bobby, anyway?’

  ‘I had a deviated septum when I was little. I couldn’t say “Mommy”, I said “Bobby”. The nickname stuck even after I had surgery when I was twelve.’

  ‘So that’s why you have a perfect schnoz.’ Luke ran his finger down her admittedly perfect nose.

 
; ‘Yeah but it wasn’t, like, a nose job, I mean it wasn’t cosmetic, it was – look, it’s not important, Luke. What’s important is that you remember not to let on that I’m studying Film as well as Business. OK?’

  He shrugged. ‘Sure.’ He gazed around. ‘Jeez, can you imagine shooting in this place? Look at the ultra-cool shadows those palm trees cast on that stone path – what kind of stone sparkles like that? So where’s home sweet home?’

  Inwardly, Emily groaned. ‘This is it,’ she said.

  ‘Holy shit.’

  ‘Oh and try not to swear. Please, Lukey? Please.’

  ‘Holy cow.’

  It was an impressive house on a block of impressive houses. An unexpected surge of pride made Emily straighten her back and raise her chin. This was where she’d grown up.

  The sloping roof of the bungalow was red; her dad had been one of the very first residents to install solar panels. It was a bit of a climb up the stone walkway and each level offered bright bursts of colourful flowers among overgrown shiny green bushes. The double doors were flanked by huge bay windows. Above the doors, a smaller lead glass window completed the voluptuous, yet cosy, façade of the manse.

  Emily pointed to the little window. ‘My room.’

  ‘Fuuuuck,’ whispered Luke.

  Her heart sank.

  They hadn’t taken three steps into the foyer before a slender, tanned woman in figure-hugging Capris and a peasant blouse emerged from the kitchen.

  ‘Who’s there?’

  Emily dropped her knapsack and opened her arms. ‘Bobby!’

  ‘My God, girl, you gave me a scare.’ Even after over a decade in the States, her voice was still flavoured by a delicious hint of her original Brazilian accent.

  Bobby enveloped Emily in a long, hard hug.

  ‘Mm. You smell good,’ said Emily. ‘I miss you.’ She loved the feel of Bobby’s skinny arms around her but at the same time, being breast to breast, her stepmom braless as always, felt a bit awkward. That, in turn, made her feel guilty. Moms are supposed to be sexless in their children’s eyes. Shouldn’t it be the same for stepmoms? Somehow, for Emily, with Bobby, it wasn’t, but then Bobby hadn’t come along until Emily was ten. Did that make a difference? It didn’t help that Bobby was all touchy-feely; if you were within reach, she had a hand on you. The house boasted a state-of-the-art sauna, but Emily had never used it, just in case Bobby decided to join her. She wriggled free of her stepmother’s arms.