Back Seat Confidential #2 – Who Made Who

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Celebs in this story are Rachel Bilson, Kirsten Dunst, Kate Beckinsale, and Scarlett Johansson. The codes are (MF, FF, cons, and oral).

Author’s Note: Yeah, I know I used Scarlett in the first chapter, but try as I might, I’ve yet to find a law that says I can’t use a woman twice, especially when she’s such a gorgeously buxom blonde. If you’re one of the three people in the world that doesn’t get turned on by the idea of Scarlett having raunchy sex, then maybe joining the Village People (I hear they have an opening for a construction worker) is the way to go.

Back Seat Confidential #2 – Who Made Who
By voodoojoe

Warren watched the cast run through a scene in the Cohen house set from next to a table in the back. As the scene began to wind down he grabbed a chocolate glazed doughnut out of the white box on the table and waited for Rachel to finish up.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Rachel asked, giving Warren a hug when the cameras stopped rolling and she saw him.

“Just thought I’d come down here and tell you my good news,” Warren said.

“What good news?” Rachel asked.

“I got a part in the next Spider-Man movie, though I might have to turn it down,” Warren answered.

“You got it because of your dad, didn’t you?” Rachel asked.

“Yeah, Sam Raimi recognized me and was like ‘hey, I got a small part open if you want it. Anything for Len’s kid’ or something like that,” Warren said.

“You don’t have to turn it down,” Rachel said. “It’s not like he’s making you Spider-Man simply because of who your dad is, he’s just giving you a little bit part.”

“I don’t see why you have such a problem with getting something because of your dad,” Mischa Barton said from behind him.

“Ix-nay,” Rachel said, shaking her head at Mischa in an attempt to cut her off.

“Who cares why a door opens, you have to take advantage of your opportunities,” Mischa said, disregarding Rachel’s warning.

“You want to know why I don’t want it?” Warren demanded. “Whether I succeed or fail in this business, I want to know that I succeeded or failed on my own, not because of my dad. That may not sound like much to you, but it means everything to me.”

“Let’s go find some coffee,” Rachel said, pulling Mischa out of the line of fire before Warren could really get going.

“She doesn’t understand the relationship you have with your dad, but you didn’t have to yell at her for it,” Adam said. “Now I’m afraid I have to point out a rule to you.”

“You’re not going to make me hug are you?” Warren asked.

“The rule clearly states that if you hug my girlfriend you have to hug me too. I didn’t write the rules, I just enforce them,” Adam said.

“You did too write the rules,” Warren pointed out. “If I wrote them then I’d have to hug Mandy Moore instead of you.”

“Okay, so I wrote them, but you still have to obey them,” Adam said.

+ * + * +

“Your friend back there hates me,” Mischa said, taking a sip of her coffee.

“You didn’t help endear yourself to him, but he doesn’t hate you. Warren doesn’t hate anyone, except maybe Sherry Lewis,” Rachel said. “I think he had a bad experience with Lambchop when he was a kid or something, but she’s the only one he really hates.”

“I’ve apologized like a million times, but he doesn’t care,” Mischa said.

“If you took your clothes off for him he might forget why he doesn’t like you,” Rachel suggested. “And you seem to like him enough to do it, too.”

“He won’t even give me the time of day, yet I’m in love with him. Makes sense to me Rachel,” Mischa chortled.

“I didn’t say you were in love with him, just a little enamored,” Rachel pointed out. “You have to admit he’s kind of cute.”

“He is, isn’t he?” Mischa responded, letting herself break into a smile before remembering that she was supposed to be mad.

+ * + * +

November 2003:

“Come, we’re gonna be late,” Rachel Bilson yelled at Warren Montag. Due to her status as a semi-regular on The OC, she’d been invited to a party for the cast to celebrate its early success and was in the process of dragging her best friend, Warren, along with her.

“Just a minute,” Warren yelled through the bedroom door.

“60, 59,” Rachel said, counting down the minute.

“There,” Warren said, opening the door to stand before her in a long sleeved charcoal shirt and black slacks with a red tie. In his hand was a black coat that matched his pants.

“You clean up nicely, when you want to,” Rachel said, nodding her approval.

“You’re just saying that so I don’t go change,” Warren said.

“Nah, you’re going to turn some heads tonight,” Rachel said.

“So, I get to meet these people you’ve been telling me all about tonight?” Warren asked her as she led him out of the house.

“You’ll like them,” Rachel promised. “You’ll really like Mischa.”

“If she looks half as good in person as she does on tv, then I’m sure I will,” Warren said.

“If anything, the camera doesn’t do her justice,” Rachel said.

+ * + * +

“I’ll get a couple drinks,” Warren said after Rachel had introduced him to a few people. “You go talk to Adam, I think he likes you.”

“No he doesn’t,” Rachel said, blushing slightly.

“And I think you like him, so go talk to him,” Warren said, pushing her in the direction of Adam Brody.

“But you haven’t met Mischa yet,” Rachel protested.

“Talk to Adam first,” Warren said firmly.

“Okay, but if I see Mischa I’m bringing her to you,” Rachel relented.

“That’s fine, just go get your man,” Warren said, slipping away toward the bar before she could change her mind.

Reaching the bar he motioned for the bartender to give a couple beers. As he leaned against the bar waiting for his drinks, he turned to his left and was greeted by the sight of Mischa Barton sitting on the stool next to him.

“Hi,” Warren said to Mischa, just killing time.

“I’m not interested,” Mischa said coldly, thinking he was just trying to pick her up like the last two guys who had said hi to her.

“Whatever,” Warren shrugged, turning away from her.

“Just because I’m sitting alone doesn’t mean I’m waiting for every guy in the place to hit on me,” Mischa told him flatly.

“It’s nice that you have such high self-esteem,” Warren acidicly told her. “I say hi and you interpret it as me wanting to jump your bones. I wish I thought that highly of myself, to think that everyone saying hi was just looking to sleep with me.”

“Sorry,” Mischa said, realizing she’d misread his intentions. “Just having a bad day.”

“I bet,” Warren said, grabbing his beers and walking off.

“You remember Adam, don’t you?” Rachel asked Warren as he handed her a beer.

“I should, I just met him like two minutes ago,” Warren said, nodding at Adam.

“I asked him if he wanted to go to the Clippers game tomorrow, hope you don’t mind me giving your ticket away,” Rachel said.

“They’re your tickets,” Warren pointed out. “Besides, I only go to them so I can drag you to Dodger Stadium in the spring. Have fun at the game Adam, but I should warn you that she has to buy one of those foam fingers every time she goes. She’s got a hundred of them but she keeps buying more.”

“I love those things,” Adam said. “Who doesn’t love giant novelty fingers?”

“There’s Mischa for you to meet,” Rachel interrupted, waving Mischa over.

“I already met her,” Warren said.

“You don’t sound too happy about it,” Rachel observed.

“I said hi and she went off about how she wasn’t interested in being picked up,” Warren explained.

“Did you do your eyebrow thing where you raise your eyebrows and look a woman up and down like a piece of meat while you were doing it?” Rachel asked. “Because that sends all sorts of signals about you trying to pick them up.”

“I didn’t do anything but say hi while waiting for the drinks. I’m completely innocent in this.” Warren said.

“Maybe she’s just having a bad day,” Rachel offered.

“That doesn’t mean she has to treat me like some sleaze ball trying to get her out of her panties,” Warren protested. “You talk to her, I’m going to go find someone to talk to that won’t assume I’m trying to pick her up if I say hi.”

+ * + * +

The only thing that got Kate Beckinsale out of bed was her daughter. If she hadn’t needed to feed Lily, she probably would’ve stayed in bed for days alternating between depression and anger at the way her husband had cheated on her.

As it was, having to be up and around gave her time to think. By the time she sent Lily off to school Kate had decided that she didn’t want a divorce. She was going to make Len pay, but there were far more creative ways to do it than simply filing for divorce.

In her head she began to plot out how she was going to do it. She could think of a couple people that might help her out, but the timing had to be just right. If it was going to happen, the wheels needed to at least be in motion within the next couple days.

“I hope she was worth it, Len,” Kate muttered, grabbing her purse and heading out to run a few errands.

+ * + * +

When Warren got home he was still feeling a little edgy after his run in with Mischa. Not only did she fail to grasp the concept that someone didn’t like her, but she kept making it worse by sticking her nose into his business. It was enough to make him want to scream and break something.

The wanting to break stuff bothered him almost as much as the rest. He’d never really had much of a temper, except for certain times when his dad was involved, but he couldn’t think of her without wanting to smash something into dust.

When taking a deep breath didn’t work, Warren decided to take his aggression out in a somewhat healthy manner. There was a tree in the back that had needed to be trimmed for a few months now, so he was going to take a chainsaw to it until it was either a pile of kindling or he felt better. Rachel probably would prefer to still have the tree, but he didn’t really care one way or the other.

Chainsaw in hand, Warren hooked it to his belt and tossed a leather strap over his shoulder. Gripping a branch in each hand he climbed up the tree until he figured he was high enough to cut the branches he wanted to cut. Unslinging the strap he wrapped it around the tree and then his waist to steady him.

Unhooking the saw from his belt he pulled the cord and grinned as it sprang to life. He’d always loved the feel of power tools in his hand but had decided against pursuing a career as a handyman or something like that for fear having to do it every day would ruin it as a hobby.

He leaned his weight back against the strap to make sure it would hold him before letting go entirely before doing anything else. Finding that it held just fine Warren grabbed the chainsaw with both hands and began cutting.

After several minutes of hacking and slashing at the branches Warren happened to glance over at the neighbor’s house. When he saw Kristen Bell walking around the kitchen stark naked with the blinds wide open the chainsaw slipped a little and only a miracle allowed him to regain control before it sliced his leg open.

Heaving a sigh of relief at his luck, he shut off the saw. Hooking it on his belt again he grabbed hold of a branch while he undid the strap. With that slung over his shoulder he climbed back down from the tree.

He put everything away and walked around the side of the house. Rather than going to his front door he crossed over into Kristen’s yard and headed for hers. When he got there he rang the doorbell and waited for her to answer.

“Hey Warren,” Kristen greeted him, now wearing a pink cotton robe. “Decided to come over for that coffee?”

“Yeah,” Warren said, moving past her into the house. “And to tell you that you might want to close your blinds when you’re making coffee naked.”

“Whoops,” Kristen said, following him into the kitchen. “I was going to close them but you know how it is when you’re desperately in need of caffeine. It’s the only thing you think of until you’ve had a couple cups of coffee in you.”

“It was a nice view, let me tell you. So nice, in fact, that I almost had an accident with the chainsaw because I was paying attention to you instead of what I was doing,” Warren said, taking a seat at the table.

“That could have hurt,” Kristen said, stating the obvious as she poured him a cup of coffee into a Detroit Pistons coffee mug.

“You’ll have to hide this if Rachel comes over,” Warren said, pointing at the logo on his cup.

“She a Pacers fan or something?” Kristen asked.

“No, Clippers fan. They’re not exactly rivals but she still gets territorial about it,” Warren explained.

“At least she’s not a Lakers fan,” Kristen said. “I can like a Clippers fan, but Lakers fans are too arrogant.”

“So you’re saying they’re the Yankee fans of the basketball world?” Warren asked.

“Not quite that bad, but close,” Kristen said, fixing him with a soft smile over the cup of coffee she clutched like a life preserver.

“Thanks for the coffee,” Warren said, pushing away from the table. “I have things to do and all that.”

“Come back again,” Kristen said, getting up from her chair as well. “And I’ll remember to draw the blinds next time.”

“You don’t have to do it all the time, just make sure I’m not using deadly power tools while you’re walking around naked,” Warren said, making his way to the door.

“Got it, check the trees for men with chainsaws before stripping,” Kristen said.

“If I’m just out spreading grass seed or something with binoculars hanging around my neck, then you don’t have to worry about the blinds,” Warren nodded.

“You must be pretty thorough about your grass seed if you’re using binoculars to make sure you put enough out,” Kristen joked, opening the door for him.

“Uh, yeah, that’s what they’re for,” Warren said, breaking into a grin.

“I can’t think of anything else you might use binoculars for,” Kristen said. “Unless of course you’re watching birds or something.”

“Bird watching is one of my favorite hobbies,” Warren said.

“See, there’s your excuse for having those binoculars,” Kristen said. “And if you happened to accidentally turn them a little too far towards my kitchen while I was naked, it wouldn’t be your fault, now would it?”

“Of course not,” Warren responded, amazed that she seemed to be giving him the green light to be a voyeur.

+ * + * +

Warren was inside watching tv when he heard a honk out front. Figuring it was for someone else he ignored it and kept watching. When he heard it again though he turned around on the couch to look out the window. Seeing Kirsten Dunst standing next to her car waving at him while wearing a red top and black skirt, he decided to go see what she wanted.

“Get in,” Kirsten said, nodding toward the passenger side door.

“Do I have a choice?” Warren asked, grabbing the door handle.

“Of course you have a choice,” Kirsten said, unlocking his door. “But you know you’re curious why I’m here.”

Conceding that she was right, he climbed in. When she had the engine running she stepped on the gas and left a layer or two of rubber on the street as she peeled away from the curb.

“Killing me in a horrendous car wreck isn’t going to get you a part in my dad’s movie,” Warren said, cringing as she whipped in and out of traffic.

“And not trusting me isn’t going to make me sleep with you either, so what’s your point?” Kirsten asked, taking a corner without even slowing down.

“Do you always drive like this?” Warren asked, not wanting to look but too horrified to look away.

“No,” Kirsten replied. “I’m usually a little more aggressive.”

“Great,” Warren said as she squealed to a stop.

“Want to take it for a spin?” Kirsten asked him.

“Not really, no,” Warren said.

“Okay, then get out,” Kirsten said.

“Excuse me?” Warren asked.

“I said get out,” Kirsten said.

“Whatever,” Warren said, pushing the door open. He heaved a sigh of relief when she opened her door and got out as well.

“Go that way,” Kirsten said, pointing off to her right as she pulled a towel out of the back seat.

“Whatever you have to show me better be worth it,” Warren said, shrugging his shoulders and heading in the direction she indicated.

“It should be, but I don’t know you well enough to say for certain,” Kirsten said from behind him. Putting her hands on his shoulders she suddenly jumped and scissored her legs around his waist from behind. The move surprised him, but he managed to put his hands under her thighs to support her while she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Now go that way.”

“Tell me when to stop,” Warren said, walking in a straight line through a playground.

“You can stop here,” Kirsten said, patting him on the chest.

“You want to show me the monkey bars?” Warren asked, letting go of her legs so she could slide down to the ground.

“You got a problem with monkey bars?” Kirsten asked.

“No, just not quite what I expected,” Warren honestly said.

“Look over there and you can watch the sun set,” Kirsten said, putting the towel on a swing before sitting down on it. “I used to love to swing.”

“I was always more of a slide person myself,” Warren said, watching the sky turn pink as the sun made its descent. “The grade school I went to had one of those corkscrew slides that twists around. I used to spend my entire recess climbing up and sliding down it.”

“Come here,” Kirsten said, motioning for him to lean toward her. When he did she leaned in and kissed him. “We better hurry because it’s going to be getting cold when the sun disappears.”

“Here?” Warren asked, looking around. He didn’t see any kids around, or any adults for that matter, but it was hardly the most private place in the world.

“I was thinking maybe over there on that picnic table by the bushes, but if you want to do it on the swings, I’m game if you are,” Kirsten said.

“Picnic table sounds better,” Warren said, exercising every ounce of calm he could muster to keep from leaping off the swing.

+ * + * +

Standing out front of Warren’s place, Kate took a deep drag on her cigarette. Step one in her plan was about to start and she had to steel her nerves a little for it. What she was about to do was so out of character for her that she could scarcely believe she was even thinking about it.

She thought about just going home, but decided it had to be done. She’d worn a nice cleavage revealing blouse and short skirt to do this, so she might as well get what she came for. If she was going to go home empty handed, it sure wasn’t going to be because she didn’t try.

Dropping the cigarette to the ground, she stepped on it and ground it out with the bottom of her shoe. Satisfied that it was extinguished she made her way to the front door.

“Oh hi Kate,” Rachel said, popping her head out the door and finding Warren’s step-mom standing in the entryway.

“Is Warren around?” Kate asked.

“He wasn’t there when I got home and I haven’t heard him come home,” Rachel answered.

“Damn,” Kate said. “His father should be coming home next week and I was thinking of giving him a party to welcome him home.”

“That’s nice,” Rachel said. “Want me to tell him you were here?”

“Splendid,” Kate said. “Now, you wouldn’t happen to be any good at planning parties, would you?”

“I know how to throw a kegger, but nothing fancy,” Rachel said.

“That’s okay,” Kate said. “It would mean a lot to Len if you helped. He’s always going on and on about how you’re like the daughter he never had.”

“I guess I have to do it then,” Rachel said. “If someone is going to help you, it’s probably not going to be Warren.”

“Are you busy now, because I’ve got some time before I have to pick up Lily,” Kate said.

“Sure, come on in,” Rachel said. She had plans with Adam later, but she could always spend an hour or so with Kate and then shoo her out the door so she could get ready.

“I love what you’ve done with the place,” Kate said, eyeing the various knickknacks here and there. “It has a real warm, homey feel.”

“Thanks,” Rachel said.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Kate asked, pulling out her pack of cigarettes.

“Yeah, but go ahead,” Rachel said. Normally she wouldn’t let anyone smoke in her house, but she’d spent so much time at Warren’s house as a teenager that Len was like a second dad. That made Kate almost like her step-mom as well, and she was never any good at standing up to parental figures.

“I’d be lost without these,” Kate said, lighting up a cigarette.

“Want anything to drink? Water, soda, beer, I can open a bottle of wine,” Rachel offered, going into the kitchen to grab a piece of paper and a pen.

“Wine sounds good,” Kate said.

When Rachel came back carrying the bottle of wine and two glasses she saw that Kate was leaning back on the couch with her head tilted so she could blow smoke up into the air. Kate’s legs were parted wide enough to show a good deal of creamy white skin on the insides of her thighs.

“It’d be easier if you sat by me,” Kate said as Rachel settled into a chair across from Kate.

“Okay,” Rachel said, moving to sit on the couch next to Kate.

They got to work hammering out some of the smaller details, like the food, before moving on to bigger issues like the guest list. They were in the middle of arguing over whether Rachel should invite Mischa when Rachel happened to notice the clock.

“Shit, Adam will be here any minute,” she said, realizing she wouldn’t have time to get ready.

“He’ll understand,” Kate said, taking note of Rachel as she buzzed around the room. She’d done the usual college thing of experimenting with women while she was at Oxford, but it had been so long ago that she’d almost forgotten how good a woman can feel.

Just thinking about it sent Kate’s mind whirring. She’d come for Warren, but Rachel would make an appropriate substitute. It wouldn’t pack quite the punch she was looking for when she told Len, mostly because men like hearing about women having sex with women, but Rachel was different. Len considered her to be almost one of his own so she was probably the one woman on the planet, other than his first wife that is, that Len wouldn’t want to her to fuck.

“What are you two doing tonight?” Kate asked, following Rachel up the stairs.

“Just dinner,” Rachel said, ducking into her room to get ready.

“Fancy or casual?” Kate asked from the doorway as Rachel dug through her clothes looking for something to wear.

“Probably something in between,” Rachel said.

“How about this blouse?” Kate said, holding up a light brown blouse. “It brings out your eyes and then pair it with that long flowing skirt over there.”

“That works,” Rachel said, wondering why she hadn’t thought of it first. “Any shoe ideas?”

“Try these,” Kate said, pulling out a pair of flats. “They’re on the casual side, but would work for what you’re looking for as well.”

“If the movie star thing doesn’t work out, you can always be my stylist,” Rachel joked as Kate laid out the perfect outfit for her.

“Sounds good,” Kate said, watching as Rachel stripped off her shirt.

When Rachel had taken her pants off to stand there in a pink bra and matching panties, Kate made her move. Stepping up to Rachel she cupped the shorter girl’s face with her hands and leaned down to kiss her.

Rachel tried to push away but Kate kept a firm hold. Pressing her tongue against Rachel’s lips, she persisted until she felt Rachel’s defenses start to melt slightly. When the lips parted Kate wasted no time slipping her tongue between them.

Without breaking the kiss Kate slid a hand down Rachel’s body until the heel of her hand made contact with her bra covered breast. Pressing against it Kate knew she had her when Rachel moaned slightly into her mouth.

“Lay down,” Kate whispered into Rachel’s ear when she finally broke the kiss.

“I can’t,” Rachel said, though she was far from convincing in her protests.

“Sure you can,” Kate said, keeping one hand on Rachel’s breast while the other slid down her stomach until it felt the soft material of her panties underneath it.

“Adam,” Rachel moaned, her eyes involuntarily closing as she felt Kate’s fingers massaging her sex through her panties.

“He won’t mind,” Kate said, pushing a finger into the crack of Rachel’s pussy.

“Uhh,” Rachel groaned. She was just beginning to give in when she heard the doorbell ring.

“Shit,” Kate hissed at being interrupted. “Ignore it.”

“It’s Adam,” Rachel said, slightly disappointed that they were being interrupted as well.

“Get rid of him so we can continue,” Kate said, slipping her fingers under Rachel’s panties to make contact with her pussy without anything in between.

“Okay,” Rachel said, surprising herself a little.

When Kate disengaged her hands from her body Rachel groaned but she knew it was necessary. Grabbing a robe she threw it on and made her way down the stairs. On her way she stopped to look in the mirror and make sure everything looked like it should.

“You’re not ready?” Adam asked when she opened the door.

“Sorry,” Rachel apologized. “Kate came over while I was getting ready. She wanted me to help plan a party for Warren’s dad and you know how I can’t say no to things like that. Anyway, we completely lost track of time.”

“That’s okay, I can wait,” Adam said.

“No, you go ahead,” Rachel insisted. “I still have to decide what to wear, and then there’s hair and makeup to do. It’ll take forever.”

“I don’t want to eat by myself,” Adam said.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Rachel promised. “We have to work tomorrow night, but I can come over in the morning and give you a nice wake up call.”

“Hmm, eat by myself and have morning sex or wait and eat with you with no promise of getting any?” Adam asked himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow, but it better be worth it.”

“It will be,” Rachel said, feeling more than a little guilty for lying and even guiltier for doing it so she could have sex with someone else.

+ * + * +

“When do I get an encore?” Scarlett Johansson asked Len Wiseman in between takes.

“Try never,” Len said. “The first time was a mistake that won’t be repeated.”

“You’ve already been caught, you’re not going to get in any more trouble if you do it again,” Scarlett reasoned. “It’s like a guy on death row not caring if he stabs a guard or two. What are they going to do, kill him twice? Whatever your wife is going to do, she’s going to do no matter what. You might as well have as much fun as you can before then.”

“I have to go set up a scene,” Len said, brushing her off.

“Okay, just remember what I said,” Scarlett said, turning around to go find the makeup trailer for a touch up before her next scene.

As Len directed the set up of the next scene, he kept trying to ignore Scarlett’s comments. They made too much sense for him to push them out of his head for long though. It was like he had a devil on one shoulder telling him to go do dirty things to Scarlett’s body and an angel on the other simply shrugging and telling him the devil made sense.

When the set was to his liking he dismissed everyone for a few minutes to allow the cast to be assembled. While he waited he pulled out his cell phone. He called Kate but didn’t get an answer. He’d been calling her all day, even leaving messages the first couple times, but she hadn’t called back.

“Still no answer?” Scarlett asked from behind him as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket. “I’m telling you, no point in depriving yourself of some fun because you feel a little guilt. What’s done is done.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Len conceded.

“Of course I am,” Scarlett confidently replied. “So, my room later? Or should we try something new and go to your room?”

“Why are you so persistent?” Len sighed. “You’ve already got the part and you don’t need my help to further your career. You know there’s no chance of a commitment or anything, so why bother?”

“Can’t I just think you’re cute?” Scarlett asked bluntly. “Is there supposed to be some big reason behind it all? I can’t be in strictly for the sex?”

“Whatever,” Len said, still mystified why she’d set her sights on him. If she just wanted to get laid, there were any number of guys around that would give her what she wanted without all the needless complications.

“If you decide to drop by later, my door’s open,” Scarlett said, deciding not to push him further.

+ * + * +

Bending over slightly to spread the towel on the picnic table, Kirsten looked back at Warren. His eyes were firmly attached to her ass as it wiggled enticingly. Grinning she reached back and flipped her skirt up just enough to show him a hint of the red panties she wore underneath.

“That’s good enough,” Warren said, the peek at her panties the final straw.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Kirsten asked, turning around and leaning back against the table.

Reaching out Warren put his hands on her thighs. He moved them up, pushing her skirt out of the way as they went. When they reached her panties he hooked his fingers in the waistband and peeled them away from her crotch. Dropping to one knee in front of her he pulled them down her legs until she stepped out of them.

“No,” Kirsten said, putting her hand across Warren’s face as he started to duck his head under her skirt.

“I don’t mind,” Warren said around the hand still blocking his face.

“No time, maybe later,” Kirsten said, lifting her body up to sit on the edge of the table.

In the fading light Kirsten wiggled her finger at Warren, inviting to come closer. When he came close enough she grabbed hold of his pants and popped the button free. Grinning she tugged at his zipper and then leaned back on her hands while he pulled his jeans down.

“Hurry,” Kirsten said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to her.

Shrugging his shoulders Warren gripped his cock and lined it up with her hole. Since she wanted to hurry, he gave her one good thrust, burying it all inside her.

“Fuck me,” Kirsten moaned, hooking her legs around his waist.

Slowly extricating himself from her, he set up a nice easy pace. She pressed her heels against his ass to get him to go faster but he resisted the temptation. Instead, he put one hand on the table and used his other to unbutton her blouse.

“I said fuck me,” Kirsten grunted, crossing her ankles behind his back to limit how far he could pull out.

Still wanting to take his time and enjoy it, Warren kept a slow pace. As he played the tortoise to her hare he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. In the dim light he could see her puffy pink nipples sticking out from her breasts as the bra fell away and released them from their prison.

“Fuck me or you’ll never get to do it again,” Kirsten hissed.

That threat finally got to Warren. He wasn’t sure if she was bluffing or even if she’d cut him off regardless of what he did, but he wasn’t willing to take the chance.

Putting both hands on the table next to her he began to pick up speed. In a matter of seconds he was fucking her with the kind of zeal she wanted. The sound of flesh bouncing off flesh seemed to echo through the stillness of the park, broken only by Warren’s grunts and Kirsten’s moans.

“That’s it,” Kirsten said, leaning back on her hands so she could lift her butt of the table and meet his thrusts.

Seeing her breasts jutting up into the air like that caught Warren’s attention. As they jiggled with each thrust he made into her he bent his head down. Without slowing down he caught one of her nipples between his teeth and gave it a tug before it popped free.

“Suck my tits,” Kirsten urged, arching her back and sticking them even further up into the air.

As he fucked her he tried to catch her nipples. Every time he caught one he gave it a quick suck before the motion of their bodies pulled it away.

“Harder,” Kirsten moaned, her pussy rhythmically clenching and unclenching around Warren’s cock as it drove deep inside her.

Forgetting about her nipples he moved his hands and gripped her ass. Lifting her butt off the table Warren used the extra leverage to fill her request. Beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead and cheeks despite the chill that had settled in the air. His orgasm was getting close, but luckily he could tell by the way the spasms in her pussy were increasing in frequency that hers was too.

“Fuck,” Kirsten hissed, using her stomach muscles to bring her hips and meet Warren’s thrusts.

“Gonna come,” Warren warned her, feeling the sperm starting to rise.

“Pull out,” Kirsten said, unlocking her legs from behind his back.

When he set her down on the table she wasted no time in sliding off. Dropping to her knees in front of him she grabbed his cock. Just as she got the head into her mouth the first spurt erupted out and hit the roof of her mouth.

“I like a man that obeys orders,” Kirsten said, leaning back on her heels, still softly stroking Warren’s deflating cock.

“Then I deserve a treat, don’t I?” Warren asked. “You could always bend over the table and give me something special.”

“That’s not happening,” Kirsten said, giving his cock one more last lick before getting to her feet.

“Oh well,” Warren said.

“At least not here,” Kirsten said, buttoning her blouse back up. “I make lots of noise when my ass is getting fucked, which isn’t safe out in the open like this.”

“My place then?” Warren suggested.

“Turn around,” Kirsten said. When he did, she jumped up onto his back and pointed him back in the direction of her car.

+ * + * +

“Scarlett,” Len called out after the final scene of the day was in the can. When she looked up at him, he motioned for her to follow him with his head. “Why me? I know you said it’s just sex, but why me? There are any number of guys that would kill for the kind of attention you’re showing me and they don’t have the complications either.”

“You’re cute, isn’t that enough?” Scarlett asked him, shrugging her shoulders in a way that made her generous cleavage jiggle slightly in the costume she was wearing without a bra.

“I’m flattered, don’t get me wrong. I’m a classic Mustang, but you need a Mercedes with all the options,” Len said. “Geez, I need to start coming up with analogies that don’t make me sound old.”

“And there’s your answer,” Scarlett said, tilting her head and smiling at him.

“What, that I make bad analogies? I can count a dozen guys that do that off the top of my head and none of them are more than a few feet from here,” Len said.

“No, that you’re older. I like older guys, always have,” Scarlett said, shrugging her shoulders. Stepping closer she reached up and brushed a few stray hairs out of his face. “What can I say, I’m a sucker for a few gray hairs.”

“It is possible to find gray hairs attached to a guy who isn’t married,” Len told her.

“Yeah, but they’re not here, now are they?” Scarlett asked him.

“But I’m married,” Len said for about the thousandth time, hoping that it might sink in one of these times.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Scarlett said. “We’ve got what, a week? Pretend you don’t have a wife until you go home and I’ll find someone other than you after that.”

“Why do I get the feeling I’m making a deal with the devil?” Len mumbled. It was a tempting offer to say the least, but he’d already done enough damage to his marriage as it was.

“Let me change and you can buy me a drink while you think about it,” Scarlett told him. “Or I guess I could go back to my lonely hotel room and drink alone.”

“Go change and I’ll meet you at the hotel bar,” Len relented. He was still determined to fend off her advances, but he’d never liked the idea of people drinking alone.

+ * + * +

“Get rid of him? Kate asked Rachel from the stairway.

“Yeah,” Rachel said, feeling a huge weight settling on her shoulders as the guilt kicked in. When she turned around and saw Kate completely naked, shock pushed the guilt out of her mind though.

“Come here,” Kate said, her hand resting nervously on her stomach. She was the aggressor at the moment, but that did nothing to quell the butterflies in her stomach. It had been so long since she’d done this sort of thing that she wasn’t sure if she even remembered what to do.

When Rachel blindly obeyed, too preoccupied with everything that was happening to fight it, Kate leaned in and gave her a quick, soft kiss. As Rachel’s eyes closed, Kate put a hand on her back. The hand began to wander down Rachel’s spine before coming to a stop on the small of her back, just inches above the swell of her ass.

“Upstairs?” Kate asked Rachel, who merely nodded her assent.

Taking Rachel by the hand Kate led her up the stairs. At the top of the stairs there was a little landing with a metal spiral staircase leading up to the roof on the other side. A hallway led back along the main stairs with two doors on the left and one on the right at the very end of the hall. The first door on the left was the one that Kate had just been in so she led Rachel into it assuming it was her bedroom.

Rachel’s heart was beating a million miles a minute and Rachel could hear it beating in her ears. It felt like it was going to pop out of her chest and run a marathon as Kate slowly pulled the sash of her robe open. The roar of her heartbeat reached a crescendo as Kate pulled the cups of her bra down.

“Mmm,” Rachel moaned, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as Kate bent down to suck one of her nipples into her mouth.

Closing her lips around the nipple, Kate suckled and flicked it with her tongue. Her other hand cupped Rachel’s other breast and gently squeezed.

“You can play with yourself if you want,” Kate said as she switched nipples.

“Uhh,” Rachel moaned, her fingers running up her thigh. When they reached her waist, she dipped her hand under her panties and began to lightly stroke her pussy while Kate sucked on her nipple.

Still keeping the nipple in her mouth Kate reached around and deftly unhooked Rachel’s bra. While it had been several years since she’d been with a woman, she’d been unhooking her own bra for long enough that it was like second nature to her.

Sliding the bra down Rachel’s arms Kate dropped it to the ground and used her foot to kick it to the side. Pulling her head away Kate applied suction to the nipple until it popped free from her lips with a wet pop.

Rachel groaned in protest but Kate stepped back to admire her almost naked body anyway. Her tanned skin was glistening with a thin layer of sweat already and her nipples were swollen and puffy from Kate’s ministrations.

“Lay down,” Kate told Rachel as she unbuttoned her blouse.

If it been a man on the bed waiting for her Kate would’ve given him a bit of a show to ratchet up his desire. Even if it had been a more experienced woman she would’ve added a little flair, but she was too afraid that if Rachel had more than a couple moments to think she’d leave. Not wanting that to happen, Kate unceremoniously pulled her arms out of her blouse and tossed it aside.

Before Rachel could come to her senses Kate dropped to her knees in front of the bed. Grabbing Rachel’s legs she pulled her to the edge of the bed and draped her legs over her shoulders.

Putting both hands on Rachel’s lower stomach just above her pussy Kate blew a soft stream of air across Rachel’s pussy, drawing a soft moan. Taking that as a positive sign Kate dragged the tip of her tongue along the length of her slit, making sure to stay clear of her clit for the moment.

“Uhh,” Rachel grunted in disappointment that Kate had missed her nub. The experience was so new that she really had no idea what to do with her hands. She wanted to grab Kate’s head like she would if it was a guy down there, but she wasn’t sure what Kate wanted so her hands bounced back and forth between her chest and the bed.

Kate licked Rachel’s slit a couple more times, coming closer to her clit each time but still missing it. She wanted Rachel to get into it to the point of telling her what she wanted by grabbing her head. Until then Kate was going to keep teasing her by doing everything but flicking that sensitive bud with her tongue.

“Please,” Rachel groaned, moving her hands down her stomach.

When Rachel finally put a hand on her head Kate rewarded her with a quick flick of her tongue against her clit as it peeked out of its hood. Upon contact Rachel moaned loudly and her grip on Kate’s hair tightened, which was exactly what Kate had been looking for.

Continuing to flick Rachel’s clit with her tongue Kate lifted one of her hands from Rachel’s stomach. When the clit finally emerged fully from its hiding spot clamped her lips around and suckled it just like she’d done with Rachel’s nipples. Her tongue caressed it while her lips faintly kneaded it.

“Oh God,” Rachel moaned as Kate sent her mind on its way into orbit. She put both hands on the back of Kate’s head to hold it steady while her hips bucked against her mouth.

Delighting in how Rachel was getting into it, Kate dragged her middle finger along Rachel’s slit. When it reached her hole she pushed forward. She’d timed it so Rachel’s hips would be pushing forward and Rachel barely had time to register anything before the finger was inside her.

“Uhh,” Rachel moaned, her eyes closing as she felt Kate’s long, slim finger filling her pussy.

Deciding to change things up a bit, Kate slipped the finger from Rachel’s pussy. Rachel groaned at the departure but it got even louder when Kate disengaged from her clit as well.

As Rachel lifted her head to ask Kate why she’d stopped Kate rubbed her thumb across her clit. A spasm shot through Rachel’s body that made her head drop back to the bed.

“Lift your legs,” Kate said.

When Rachel was slow to comply, Kate used her free hand to lift Rachel’s leg off her shoulder and bent it at the knee. She put Rachel’s foot down on the bed and repeated the process with the other leg. Still not quite satisfied, Kate continued to stroke her clit while her other hand pushed Rachel’s feet further apart.

Mildly curious as to where all the shuffling and moving was leading, Rachel propped herself up on her elbows to watch. Kate merely smiled at her before diving back in. The first lick across her pussy sent a mild shiver through her body and her eyes narrowed briefly.

Kate gave Rachel’s pussy a few more times, even driving her tongue into the hole to ferret out some of Rachel’s precious juices before testing Rachel’s tolerance for something else. Satisfied that Rachel was as into it as she was going to get, Kate let her tongue dart out and make a couple quick flicks at Rachel’s crinkled anus.

“What?” Rachel asked, suddenly shocked out of her minor stupor by the feel of Kate’s tongue on her asshole. No one had ever touched her there and she’d never even been interested in it, yet for some reason she was hesitant to stop Kate.

As Rachel tensed up, Kate moved back to her pussy. She obviously wasn’t quite ready, but Kate also sensed something in Rachel’s body language that told her she hadn’t been completely repulsed or put off by it. Switching back, Kate flicked her tongue across Rachel’s clit. This time though Kate slid two fingers into her pussy instead of just one.

Feeling two fingers invade her, Rachel bucked her hips and moaned. The fingers weren’t stretching her pussy overly much, both of them combined were still smaller than a cock, but anything filling her snatch felt heavenly at the moment.

As Rachel built toward her climax Kate decided to try once more. Sucking furiously on Rachel’s clit she removed her fingers from Rachel’s pussy. With the fingers coated in Rachel’s cream Kate rubbed her middle finger against Rachel’s anus.

“Uhh,” Rachel groaned as Kate’s finger began to push against her backside. She instinctively tensed up but the suction on her clit relaxed her, allowing Kate’s finger to push her asshole open.

When just the tip was lodged in Rachel’s rear Kate waited a moment. Even when she resumed pushing she didn’t want to move too fast for fear her fingernails might hurt Rachel.

“Oh God,” Rachel moaned, her climax taking a giant leap forward as she got used to Kate’s finger in her ass. It felt weird but in a good way that seemed to defy description and logic.

Letting Rachel’s clit pop free from between her lips Kate slowly fucked Rachel’s ass with her finger. Sensing that her conquest was getting close to coming she used her other hand to spread Rachel’s pussy open and began to lick up the flow of juices leaking out.

“So good,” Rachel screeched as she came. She clasped Kate’s head to her pussy and arched her back as waves of pleasure washed through her.

When Rachel’s grip on her hair loosened, Kate sat back on her heels. She watched Rachel’s breasts heave as she struggled to catch her breath. It made her smile to know that she’d caused it but she didn’t have much time to revel in the knowledge though.

“Where are you going?” Rachel asked Kate when she noticed that the older woman was buttoning her blouse. She was a little disappointed that she wasn’t going to be able to repay the favor, but also relieved for the same reasons.

“Have to get home, but you can owe me,” Kate replied, blowing Rachel a kiss before leaving the room.

+ * + * +

“Let’s go swimming,” Scarlett said after consuming just enough liquor to bring down a grizzly bear.

“I don’t think so,” Len said from his barstool.

“And why not, Mr. Fussypants?” Scarlett pouted, hanging onto the rail around the bar so she didn’t fall off her stool.

“Because A, swimming while too drunk to sit is not a good idea. And B, because you don’t even have a bra on underneath that dress let alone a bikini,” Len replied.

“Duh, it’s called skinny-dipping,” Scarlett said, grabbing his hand. “Come on.”

He wanted to ignore her, but in the end he followed her. He told himself he only followed her because it would be a nightmare if she drowned before they finished the movie. There were still a few very key scenes they had to film, not to mention all the bad publicity involved with having one of the hottest young actresses in the business die on his watch.

In reality though, he followed her for none of those reasons. They were very true, but she’d almost become a siren luring him to his doom upon the rocks with her song. As much as he wanted to be anywhere else, he was finding himself being lured to sure destruction.

“Let’s go back to your room,” Len suggested. He figured that if he got her into her own bed she’d fall asleep and he’d be able to leave without any further harm being done.

“Swim first,” Scarlett insisted, pulling the straps of her dress off her shoulder.

He wanted to leave but he couldn’t. He wanted to pick her up and drag her to her room, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off her long enough to actually move. The only thing he could do was stare at her as she pulled the dress down over her luscious breasts, exposing them to anyone that might be watching.

Since the pool was supposed to be closed at this time of night, they were the only ones inside the dimly room it was located in. He wasn’t too worried about there being any trouble if they were discovered, but he really didn’t want to have to explain to anyone why he was there with a naked woman in case someone found them.

“Your turn,” Scarlett said as her dress dropped to the floor, revealing her complete lack of undergarments.

“You’re not leaving until we have a swim, are you?” Len asked her.

“Nope,” Scarlett said, diving into the water.

“Didn’t think so,” Len said. Resigning himself to his fate he pulled off his shirt while he kicked off his shoes.

“Now was that so hard?” Scarlett asked him from across the pool when he’d finally jumped in.

“Let’s have our little swim so you can go sleep it off,” Len said.

“Maybe I don’t want to sleep it off,” Scarlett said, walking through the water towards him with an almost evil glint in her eye.

Even mildly drunk like he was Len was more than capable of swimming away from her. He liked to swim laps at home every morning to keep fit. When he was on location he didn’t get to the pool as often as he normally would like, but he was still able to swim circles around most people.

“Don’t you want to have some fun? Pin me against the side of the pool and fuck me,” Scarlett said.

“Let me take you to your room and I’ll fuck you there,” Len said. He still hoped she’d start to fall asleep on her way up, but he was prepared to follow through on the promise if she managed to stay awake long enough.

“Okay,” Scarlett said. “You have to help me out of the pool first.”

Heaving a sigh of relief Len swam over to the ladder on the side. When she reached him he held out his hands. What he hadn’t taken into account was just how devious a woman can get when she’s determined enough.

Grabbing his hand she pulled him to her instead of vice-versa. Before he could regain his balance she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Fuck me,” Scarlett demanded, rubbing her pussy against his cock under the water.

Still trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong, Len did nothing. Scarlett took that as a positive sign and reached one hand between them to grab his cock. She put her other hand on his shoulder and used it, along with the water’s natural buoyancy, to lift her up. When she had his cock lined up with her entrance she let go and sank down on his penis.

Feeling the heat of her channel engulf his manhood Len gave up trying to fight. The way he figured it, he was already guilty just by having his cock inside her so he might as well finish the job. It’d be like shooting a deer but leaving it in the forest rather than taking it home to put in your freezer.

Spinning around in the water, Len walked the couple steps back to the edge of the pool. Pushing Scarlett’s back against the wall he put his hands on the ledge and drove up into her.

“Yes,” Scarlett moaned, clenching her thighs together and squeezing his waist as she pushed against him to meet his thrust.

As Len began to pump in and out of her his eyes were drawn to her breasts. They floated on the surface, bobbing with each lunge he made into her. Taking his hands off the edge of the pool he moved them to cover her breasts.

“Suck on them,” Scarlett moaned, arching her back to press her tits against his hands.

Slowing his pace a bit Len leaned his head down. Lifting one of her breasts to his mouth he started by closing his lips around just the nipple. It seemed like such a waste though that he let the nipple slip from his mouth and he let his tongue roam over as much of her breast that he could get to without his mouth filling with water.

“You want to fuck them, don’t you?” Scarlett asked him, digging her heels in his ass to get him to speed back up.

“Might as well,” Len said, deciding that he should explore as many of the wonders her body held as he could.

“Make me come first,” Scarlett said, drawing the desired reaction from him. An almost gleeful squeal escaped her lips as he slammed into her without warning.

As Len began to pick up the pace again he luxuriated in the difference in temperatures between the water and her pussy. It almost made him feel what he was sure a sword felt while it was being made. It starts its day by being stuck in the fiery forge before ultimately being doused in water to cool off to start over. At the moment his cock was jammed into a pussy that felt like it was on fire with the shaft being surrounded by water on the way out before being pushed back in.

A grunt from Scarlett snapped him out of his thoughts of medieval weapon making. She wasn’t getting any closer to her orgasm and the uncomfortable position she was in was finally taking its toll on her. The lip of the pool stuck out a couple inches past the rest of the wall and was pressing right into her shoulder blades, causing her back to arch slightly forward.

“Want to stop?” Len asked her, slowing down.

“No,” Scarlett said, not wanting to give up in case she never got the chance to fuck him again.

“Want to change positions then?” Len asked her, putting his hands under her arms and lifting her up so he withdraw from her snatch.

“Uhh,” Scarlett grunted at the sudden emptiness she felt.

As long as he was already lifting her Len decided to keep going. Setting her on the edge of the pool he moved over a little so he could put his hands on the edge next to her thighs and lifted himself from the water.

Just as he was settling down onto the smooth concrete with his legs still dangling in the pool Scarlett threw herself on him. Not wanting to let him rethink his position she pushed him down onto his back and lifted herself up in one motion. One hand on his chest she used the other to grab his cock and line it up with her pussy.

“Grab my ass,” Scarlett demanded as she sank down onto his cock.

When Len complied by cupping an ass cheek in each hand Scarlett put both hands on his chest and rocked forward. Before his cock could escape her grasp she pushed back onto it, moaning loud enough for it to echo through the quiet building.

Letting her do the work Len gripped her ass tightly. The way she was positioned on top of him made her breasts hang down delectably. Every move she made sent them bouncing around hypnotically.

Seeing that Len’s eyes were focused on her chest, she moved her hands to the concrete on either side of his body. With them now within reach of his head she lifted one with her hand and presented it to his mouth as she pulled forward on his cock.

Len sucked the nipple into his mouth but it quickly popped back out when she drove herself back onto his cock. Moving one hand off her ass he grabbed hold of the runaway tit and latched his mouth onto it when she pulled forward again.

Without the water to cool his cock down between thrusts Len quickly found himself being pushed toward his climax. Wanting to get her as close as he could before he blew his load, Len slid the hand that was still on her over until it was resting right in the middle of it. His middle finger extended down into the crack of her ass and the tip rested against her asshole.

“Fuck,” Scarlett groaned when she felt his finger start to rub against her anus.

“Getting close,” Len warned her, applying a little pressure to her asshole but not enough to actually penetrate.

“Fuck my tits,” Scarlett said, leaning forward far enough for his cock to slip out of her pussy. When it slapped against his stomach she slid back down his body and slipped into the pool.

As he Len scooted forward until his ass was right on the ledge, Scarlett got her feet underneath her under the water. He leaned back on his hands as she leaned forward over the edge of the pool and grabbed his cock.

Standing it straight up she wrapped her lips around the crown, sucking her juices from the tip while her hands went to her breasts. As she wrapped her tits around the shaft she pulled her mouth off the head with an audible pop.

“Come all over my tits,” Scarlett told him as she began to stroke his cock with her melons.

“They’ll look good with my come all over them,” Len agreed as he enjoyed the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her cleavage.

“My face too,” Scarlett said before sticking her tongue out and licking the tip as it popped of the cavern between her breasts.

“Fuck,” Len grunted, grabbing the back of her head with one hand.

Putting his weight on the hand still on the ground he began to thrust his hips slightly as he felt the come start to rise up in his balls. With an almost pained grimace he growled as the first shot exploded from his cock. It hit Scarlett on the chin and splattered up to her lips as the second one followed right behind.

“Mmm,” Scarlett moaned, licking up what had dribbled down his cock onto her tits first.

When she had that cleaned up she began scooping up his come with her fingers and bringing it to her mouth. After getting as much as she could with her fingers she ducked under the water and let the rest wash of before climbing out of the pool.

“Give me your shirt,” Scarlett said as Len pulled his shorts on.

“What?” Len asked her.

“I’m soaking wet and I don’t want to put my dress back on, so give me your shirt,” Scarlett repeated.

“Here,” Len said, tossing his shirt to her.

He figured he wouldn’t draw any undue suspicion walking around without a shirt, but she definitely would if she tried to go back to her room naked. Men would walk into walls and room service carts turn over while the people pushing them turned to stare at her. There would be rampant looting and mass hysteria as the security guards put her image on the all monitors in their little room and ignored everything else. It was for the good of the entire hotel, or so he told himself.

“Thanks,” Scarlett said. The shirt came down just past her ass, though the water on her skin was already begin to soak through and make it cling to her in ways it could only dream in the factory. “Come on, let’s go back to your room because you still have to finish me off.”

As she grabbed his hand, once more Len let himself be led to his doom.

+ * + * +

“Uh oh,” Warren said, spotting Rachel sitting outside her door as he got out of Kirsten’ car.

Some people like sitting outside watching the stars; Rachel wasn’t one of them. If she was going to sit outside by herself for the hell of it, it was going to be during the day while she had a bikini on. She only sat outside at night if there was something she really needed to think or talk about.

“Wait here,” Warren told Kirsten, taking a deep breath. Rachel lifted her head and gave him a wan smile as he came closer. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” Rachel said, shrugging her shoulders.

“That may work on most people, but I can read you like a book,” Warren said. He knelt in front of her and grabbed her hand, as he looked her in the eye. “Here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to go inside and you’re going to tell me what’s on your mind.”

“What about her?” Rachel asked, nodding her head in Kirsten’s direction.

“You know what they say, bro’s over ho’s,” Warren said. Before Rachel could object, he clarified his statement. “I know you’re not technically a bro, but the basic message of putting friends before sex still applies. Now go in there while I tell her that I have to be a good friend. Who knows, maybe it’ll make me look sensitive and help me out down the road.”

“Okay,” Rachel said, her eyes already starting to water as she got up.

As she went into her house Warren got to his feet. Once on his feet he made his way back to Kirsten.

“Can I take a rain check?” Warren asked.

“What’s wrong?” Kirsten asked.

“I don’t know,” Warren said. “That’s why I have to take a rain check, so I can find out.”

“I don’t know if I can give you a rain check, but you’re a good friend,” Kirsten said, opening her car door. “I’ll see you next week when you shoot your scenes, so I guess we’ll find out then if you get your rain check or not.”

“We could see each other before then if you want,” Warren offered.

“I don’t think so,” Kirsten said, shaking her head. “I told you, I’ve already got a boyfriend. I’m just using you for sex and that’s it. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Let me think on that,” Warren said, stroking his chin with one hand as if thinking long and hard about her proposal. “After about three seconds of deliberation I’ve decided to accept.”

“It took that long?” Kirsten asked him.

“The other two and a half seconds were spent picturing you naked,” Warren responded.

“If I had a million dollars for every time I heard that,” Kirsten said, grinning as she ducked into her car.

Before she’d even pulled away from the curb Warren was turning around to go talk to Rachel. He wasn’t sure what was bothering her, but it had to be big. If it had been something minor like breaking a nail she would’ve waited until morning to tell him.

“Where’d you go?” Warren hollered as he popped his head in Rachel’s door.

“Just getting a drink,” Rachel called back from the kitchen.

“So you want to tell me why you were sitting out on the porch looking like someone had shot your dog?” Warren asked. “And if someone actually did shoot your dog, I’m sorry in advance for being so inconsiderate.”

“I had sex with Kate,” Rachel blurted out.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Warren said, closing his eyes and trying to get rid of the image of his best friend and step mom rolling around in bed together. “Because if I heard it then I’d want to know more and I really don’t.”

“It just happened,” Rachel said, tears appearing in the corners of her eyes.

“Since you really need to get this off your chest, you’re just going to have to lie to me,” Warren said.

“Okay, my friend Summer,” Rachel said before Warren cut her off.

“You have to do better than that,” Warren said. “Repeat after me, ‘my friend Alexis had sex with Lauren’ and then take it from there.”

“What’s the point, you already know that’s not true,” Rachel pointed out, wiping her eyes.

“How do we know it’s not true? They could be rutting up a storm for all we know, now roll with it,” Warren said.

“Fine, my friend Alexis had sex with Lauren,” Kate said, rolling her eyes at him.

She proceeded to give Warren a virtual lick by lick account of the encounter. Even with her changing the names he had to fight to keep the preferred faces on the action in his mind instead of the real ones that he didn’t want.

“The weirdest part was that I, uh Alexis, actually liked it when she played with my, uh her, ass,” Rachel said.

“I need a drink,” Warren said, his mouth suddenly so dry that his tongue felt like sandpaper against the roof of his mouth.

Blinking his eyes to get rid of the glassy feeling he’d developed while listening to Rachel’s story he went into the kitchen. He opened the cupboard next to the fridge and pulled a bottle of scotch out. Not even bothering with a glass he unscrewed the lid and took a quick pull straight from the bottle.

“You want my advice?” Warren asked her when he came back with the bottle and two glasses.

“Definitely,” Rachel said, taking the glass of scotch he offered her.

“Alexis shouldn’t tell her boyfriend,” Warren said.

“She doesn’t have a boyfriend,” Rachel said, drawing a condescending look from Warren.

“It sounds like Lauren was the aggressor and it wouldn’t any good to tell him. It’d only hurt him and wouldn’t relieve her of any of the guilt,” Warren told her.

“She should just keep it bottled up?” Rachel asked.

“He doesn’t need to know, so why tell him?” Warren said.

“I guess,” Rachel said.

“Now lets get drunk and forget all about this,” Warren said, refilling their glasses.

“Sounds good to me,” Rachel said.

“But first, how much did you like it when she stuck her finger up your ass?” Warren asked her, grinning as she squirmed on the couch.

“We’re supposed to be forgetting, remember?” Rachel pointed out, though her lips curled up in a small smile that answered his question.

“Just be careful how you bring it up to Adam,” Warren said, remembering when Rachel had caught him watching a porno as a teenager. She’d watched with him out of curiosity but hadn’t been turned on by the anal sex in it so he was pretty sure Adam had gotten nowhere with the topic since.

“Shut up and drink,” Rachel said, refilling his glass again.

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