by Paul Preston
The one thing I remember about the final performance of Sweet Sue was the nude scene in the middle of the play. During the scene, two older female characters sketch the two younger male characters who are posing as their nude models. I felt like I was the more nuanced actor, but during the nude scene most people in the audience paid more attention to the actor cast opposite me, who was in better shape and handsomer than me. But at tonight’s performance, I felt everyone’s eyes were on me, alone. It usually didn’t bother me in the slightest, having been a veteran of several nude scenes on stage, but at tonight’s performance I felt more self-conscious than usual. I held myself tighter and sucked in my stomach. I noticed I was somewhat aroused, which had never happened before to me on stage. During the female character’s monologue, I couldn’t stop thinking about my sexy afternoon with Elizabeth. I could see her out of the corner of my eye, watching me. I tried not to break focus or character, but my enlarged penis had a life of its own.
Then it occurred to me why I felt more on display and exposed than usual. I had shaved all my pubic hair away. I really did look like Michelangelo’s David, the skin around my pelvis as smooth and white as marble. I know it was highly unprofessional of me, but I lifted my chin slightly and broke the fourth wall, the imaginary boundary between the audience and the world of the play, and made direct eye contact with Elizabeth. I saw the corners of her red lips curl up in a smile when I gave her a quick wink.
After the show we skipped the cast party and aimlessly walked arm in arm around the Gaslamp District together. On stage I was the center of attention, but in real life all eyes were on Elizabeth. She was strikingly beautiful in her evening wear, showing off a generous amount of cleavage, with a hemline that stopped just barely below her sensuously curved hips. I could tell by the look in the eyes of the crowd that they thought we were mismatched. They probably wondered what a sexy woman like her was doing on the arm of a rather ordinary guy like me. I didn’t care what they thought. This time I had the prettiest girl on my arm, rather than walking alone, sniffling with my hands in my pockets, envying all the men walking around in downtown San Diego with their attractive dates on a Saturday night. Her cell phone kept going off every few minutes, with texts and calls of her suitors, but she ignored them, eventually turning off her phone. While we walked peacefully together, she leaned in to me while we waited for a street light to change and whispered in my ear.
“You were wonderful in the play tonight, Edward, but I liked your performance even better in bed…”
Tears came to my eyes at the kindness of what she said. No one had ever told me something nice like that. I smiled and held my arm closer around her waist.
We stopped in for a late night meal at this fancy Thai restaurant. I was so lucky to have gotten my paycheck from Denny’s and cashed it yesterday, thinking I would need it to buy a round of drinks at the cast party. Now I had enough money in my wallet for a fancy meal. Who cares if I had to live on Ramen noodles for the next two weeks? We had a great meal, the flavors of coconut, lemon grass and curry on our palates.
On the way back to her car we walked hand in hand, swinging our hands between us. Suddenly, she stopped and looked deeply in the eyes.
“Edward, do you mind me asking, how old are you?”
“Oh... Ah…”
“Come on, tell me.”
“I don’t really want to say.”
She tickled me under my arms.
“Tell me!”
“Stop it! I’m not telling!”
She deftly stole my wallet from my back pocket and ran down the street with it. She was faster and got several feet ahead of me.
“Elizabeth! Gimme my wallet back!”
When I caught up to her she was holding my California Driver’s License in her hand. She had a serious, almost sad look on her face. She gave me back my wallet.
“Edward, today’s April 29th… It’s your birthday. Your twenty fourth birthday.”
“Yeah,” I confessed, looking down at the ground.
“Weren’t you going to tell me?”
“Well, it kind of slipped my mind.”
“You should’ve let me pay for dinner!”
“No, that’s OK. I wanted to take you out, Elizabeth.”
“Aren’t you going to have a party with some friends tonight?”
“Well, no, I…”
“Do you have any family in the area?”
“I don’t really keep in touch much with the family. My Mom usually calls me on my birthday when I have a phone she can reach me at.”
“Did she call?”
“Well, no. I don’t currently have a…”
“You don’t have a phone? Even a cell phone?”
“No. Not right now.”
“How do people get in touch with you?”
“I’m…a little embarrassed to say.”
“But what if I need to reach you? How can I get a hold of you, Edward?”
“You can always call me at work.”
I regretted it the moment the words came out. Well, our relationship was nice while it lasted, I thought. I knew she was going to ask.
“Where do you work?”
I took a deep breath.
“I work… at the Denny’s off the 8 on Camino Del Rio. You can leave a message for me there…”
An awkward silence passed.
“I’m only working there, you know, until I can get my break. They’re pretty flexible; they work around my rehearsal schedule, so…”
Now that the secret was out, I felt completely humiliated.
“I know. Denny’s. I’m a loser, Elizabeth.”
“Don’t say that. You’re not a loser, Edward. You’re an actor and a talented one.”
“No, in reality I’m a busboy, not an actor. I should’ve told you before. I’m sorry.”
“Edward, I don’t care! I like who you are. Inside. I couldn’t care less where you work. Do you think I’d like you better if you were an investment banker? I could give a shit about that…”
She put her arms around me and we embraced. It made me feel much better.
“God, Elizabeth. You’re a good-hearted person. You are. How come you’re not married yet?”
“Many have tried. I just haven’t felt that kind of commitment yet. Oh my God! It’s your birthday. Happy Birthday, Edward!”
“Thanks.”
“Come on. I know the perfect place to take you.”
Elizabeth took me to this gourmet desert shop on the way up the hill to her condo called “Extraordinary Deserts”. I’d never been there, but I had looked in the shop window once with envy. It was a popular place and we had to wait to get in. Once we got seated, Elizabeth ordered us this big hunk of Raspberry Cheesecake with two forks. She got up to use the rest room. When she came back all the waiters followed her, holding the big slice of cake with a small candle burning in the middle and singing “Happy Birthday” to me. I felt a little stupid when tears leaked out of my eyes for the second time in the same day. Nobody had ever made such a big deal about my birthday before and I guess it touched me. I laughed and shook my head when Elizabeth handed me a napkin. I made a wish, hoping that Ms. Rose would fall madly in love with me, and then blew out the candle. Man, the cake was great. After the second bite, she leaned over the table and whispered in my ear.
“If you play you’re cards right, there may be a birthday present waiting for you later this evening...”
“What is it?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“OK, I like surprises.”
Chapter Eight
Kinky Sex
After we finished the cake, Elizabeth paid for it and drove me back to her cozy home.
“What a great day. Thanks for the cake,” I said, smiling.
“Would you like to spend the night? Your car is safe in my guest parking.”
“Yeah, I’d love too.”
“Then we can go pick up the script and sign the contract together tomorrow morning.”
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“Are you sleepy?” Elizabeth asked.
“A little maybe.”
“Before we get ready for bed, don’t forget to give me twenty more push-ups and sit-ups, my little Ryan Gosling Johnny Depp future movie star.”
Ryan Gosling? Johnny Depp? Right. Let’s see, should I accept 10 million for my next film project, or do another three week run of a play in the basement of a homeless shelter?
Without complaint, I dropped down and did my exercises. Though my arms were a bit sore, I felt light as air as I lowered myself up and down effortlessly off the floor. I did twenty five push-ups with ease and I felt I could do twenty five more. I did the sit-ups like Rocky in training for his first big fight.
Elizabeth gave me my own brand new toothbrush with a spot for it next to hers in a toothbrush holder on her bathroom sink. We brushed our teeth, took off our clothes and cuddled up together in her comfy bed. I reached over and cupped her breasts in my hands, nuzzling the shaft of my penis in between the soft comforting cleavage of her hips. She wrapped her hands around my hands and squeezed me closer to her chest. She yawned and shut her eyes. I was wide awake and excited, but I didn’t want to disturb her by keeping her awake. Suddenly, Elizabeth turned her lips to me and kissed me with her tongue.
In a sleepy voice, she told me to get a small bottle of lubricating gel out of her bedside table drawer and lubricate my penis with it. I found the little plastic bottle and squeezed out the aromatic slick gel over my erection. The gel felt so good on my penis that it made me want to instantly lose control. I applied pressure in advance on the base of my penis with my clenched fingers to stop myself from coming too soon. Elizabeth was already moist and open when I felt the tip of my lubricated penis touch the outer lips of her vagina from behind. Before I slipped myself into her further, Elizabeth looked over her shoulder at me and whispered in her cute sleepy voice.
“Not in there, in here,” she whispered, guiding the tip of my penis with her hand into the small puckered opening between her cheeks.
Oh my God. She wanted me to make love to her in her cute, perfectly rounded backside.
“With proper lubrication, you may take me there anytime you’d like, Edward.”
When I heard her suggestion, I felt as if my heart had stopped beating for an instant, rebooted, and started up again twice as fast. She pushed her hips back against me. With the help of the lubricating gel I slipped inside her opening to the edge of the swollen blue rim of my penis. It was a tight fit, but I was surprised how easily the head of my penis slid in. I pressed in slightly and my penis slipped in further. It was the height of sexual pleasure for me to take her in this forbidden way.
“Edward, would you mind adding a little more gel? I’m afraid you’ll split me in two…”
“Of course.”
Breathlessly, I complied, squeezing out a generous amount of the cooling gel into the opening of her backside and onto the head and shaft of my penis.
I slipped the head of my lubricated penis inside. She breathed in and tilted her head back as I entered her.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. Not at all. You’re very gentle Go in deeper.”
I took my time, pushing my penis in slightly while she rocked her hips back and forth. Remarkably, the full length of my penis was able to slide all the way inside of her. I began to take charge, straddling her hips with my knees and pumping my hard shaft in and out of her. My whole body broke out into a sweat as I made love to her from behind, the skin of my penis on fire with sensation. It was the most intimate sexual experience of my life.
“Happy Birthday, Edward…” she whispered.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
Slightly nervous that the increasingly erotic nature of my story might be offensive, I glanced over to the side of my hospital bed to check on Mr. Bergman. He was still listening quite attentively to my tale, blinking at me with his kind saintly eyes. He didn’t appear to be upset by the scene I was describing in the slightest, so I continued.
It was so comforting to be inside this tight forbidden passageway of a woman for the first time in my life. I began breathing deeply. Droplets of sweat dripped off my brow onto the skin of her back.
“You may come any time you wish now.”
I moaned and immediately let go in several convulsing streams. I felt my semen shoot into the narrow space inside of her. It was the most amazing feeling of my life. Also, the act itself imparted upon me a sense of confidence and power I had never before felt with a woman, especially an attractive one such as Elizabeth. After finishing, I slipped out of her and wrapped my hands around her breasts again, panting and sweaty. As before, Elizabeth placed her hands over mine on her breasts, squeezing my fingers tightly over her large light brown areolas and pink nipples.
“That was nice… Are you finally satisfied now, Edward?”
My head was spinning and I could hardly talk.
“Oh my... That was... I never... That felt so… Thank you, Elizabeth.”
“You’re very welcome, Sir.”
“Are you… Did it hurt?”
“No. You went slowly and the gel made it easy.”
“Are you sure? I…”
“I feel fine, Edward. I really do. It was nice. There’s a warm tingling sensation there now, as if you’re still inside, pumping into me. It felt very sexy to me…”
I held her closely and we began to breathe in and out in unison.
“You know, I never let guys do that to me. I’m your property now, sir…”
Her property? What a sexy thing to say. The love I felt for her in my heart overwhelmed me. It still does to this day, Mr. Bergman. After all these years, I am still deeply in love with Elizabeth Rose.
“Now go to sleep, you beast…” she said.
I held her by the breasts and did not let them go.
“You’re squeezing my boobs so tight.”
“I know…”
She snuggled closer into my arms and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter Nine
The Monastery
The next day I woke up, knocked off my exercises and popped one of Elizabeth’s famous allergy pills into my mouth, washing it down with the flavored coffee she brewed for us. We got a little sun by her pool and then drove to Chula Vista to sign our contracts, thus beginning the short and tremendously unsuccessful film career of Edward James, the first and only Method trained porn actor.
After picking up our scripts on Sunday morning, Elizabeth and I split up to go to our respective jobs. She went to Express and I to Denny’s, but we saw each other again the following night at our first read-through. After reading the script I was very excited about the project and seeing Elizabeth each evening was icing on the cake. Farnsworth arranged back to back appointments for Elizabeth and me to be tested for STD’s at a clinic the next morning. In a few days we got the happy results that we were both clean. We started filming practically right away, without much discussion about character development. Farnsworth left the acting choices up to us. The whole film was “in the can” as they say in the biz, within a month.
I asked Mr. Bergman if he was ready to watch the video. He smiled and gestured for me to proceed. I pressed play on the remote and told my friend that I hoped he enjoyed the movie.
Farnsworth shot the first grainy image of the film without permission early one morning before tourists began arriving at the front façade of Mission San Diego de Alcala. It was supposed to act as the exterior of our humble monastery. I’m sure the Pope himself would file suit against Mr. Farnsworth for filming illegally in front of the first of California’s Historic Missions. Luckily, the Pope wasn’t one of the five or six persons who ever rented the video from Farnsworth’s sex shop. The film credits appeared over the picture-postcard white front entrance with its famous five bells in a long opening shot.
The Monastery
A Film by Peter Farnsworth
Written by Peter Farnsworth
/> Produced by Peter Farnsworth
Scenery and Costumes by Peter Farnsworth
Edited by Peter Farnsworth
Directed by Peter Farnsworth
At this point I would always humorously add in my mind…
(Credits by Peter Farnsworth)
Starring
Vivienne Fox
Edward James
And
Peter Farnsworth
I press pause on the remote and the screen froze in place. I know it’s pathetic of me, but I love seeing my name in the credits along with Elizabeth’s screen name, together. Just for a moment I wanted to see our names one last time, immortalized in celluloid. Mr. Bergman nodded as if he understood and smiled.
It wasn’t Elizabeth’s idea to change her name for the film, I explained. She didn’t care one way or another. Farnsworth felt the name Elizabeth Rose was too innocent for adult films and changed it to the spicier pseudonym, Vivienne Fox. As you’ll see, Peter Farnsworth had big plans for Elizabeth, with a whole series of Vivienne Fox movies percolating in his perverted little mind.
I explained to Mr. Bergman that the film was divided into scenes. I press played and the title of the first scene appeared.
Scene 1: The Novice Arrives
The camera slowly zoomed in on an exterior shot of the entrance of one of the museums with faux-Spanish architecture in Balboa Park. Ooops. Different doors on the two exterior opening shots. Farnsworth could care less about continuity. The back of three hooded monks, which were, of course, myself, Elizabeth and Dolores dressed in brown robes, are seen entering the building. I remember the tourists looked at us like we were crazy Hare Krishnan devotees. We did only one take and then took off before the security guards of the museum got suspicious and started asking for our permit to film there.