Rebecca Patricia Armstrong, the little angel of her fans finds it hard to juggle between work and personal life... This renowned actress finds herself in trouble once she meets the new producer , Freen Sarocha Chankimha.. and drama unfolds...
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Note: It's the first time I'm writing mature content and I know that some may find it disagreeable to read. I will be giving the ' 🔞' signs before and after the mature part. Those who do not wish to read the mature part, Please skip the part to the rest of the story.
Freen's POV
Hovering over her, I watched her, pinned under me. Her hooded eyes and fastened breath that touched my cheeks. I ran my hands on her arms, to her shoulder and slid it behind her neck ... Her eyes stuck on my face... Lips parted.. The red heart shaped lips... I gripped her waist tightly with my right hand and pressed myself onto her ...
'Freen please....' - I didn't let her finish, crashing my lips on her's. God! She is intoxicating and I want more and more. I nibbled and sucked her lips. I can feel her hands tightening around me and she started shivering under me.
'Fr... aaah.... ' -- I slid my hand under her shirt and grabbed her clothed breast, squeezing it. Becky gasped and I took that moment to enter my tongue into her.......................
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Shi* !! I sat up on the bed in a second. Startled and flushed. I can feel the increase in my body heat. More than anything I can feel the wetness down there.
I turned off the alarm and buried my face in the pillow and silently screamed. I am going insane. The last thing I wanted was a wet dream. And I am all worked up now. I need a release.
I lied on my back. Took my phone and scrolled through the gallery.. to that one folder that I secretly keep for myself. Her pictures. My eyes searched for that photo which took my breath away a few days back. Becky's post that she deleted some minutes later. Relief washed over me when I saw that that picture got deleted that day and I was secretly happy that I saved it before itself. I know I sound so crazy. And I am... For her I am.... As crazy as possible.
I stared at the picture. Becky in a white dress. A deep neck in the front shows off her cleavage. She was bent to a side and the thin fabric shows the perfect curves of her round breasts. Her veins are visible through her milky white skin towards her breast...that runs under the collar of her dress.
I slid my other hand inside my shorts, between my legs. I could feel my wetness gathering more when I was looking at her picture. I massaged my wet folders imagining taking off that dress from her. Tossing it aside. Imagining her small, but perfect breasts with erect nipples. My lips around them, sucking ... gently biting..while pulling her impossibly closer to me.
I slid a finger inside, started thrusting. Imagining devouring those breasts one after another. Squeezing them and sucking them like I have been starving for ages.......
I could feel myself getting near the edge.
"Ah.. Bec..... Becky......... ' -- with a few more deep thrusts.. and I came so intensely, feeling the shivering in my legs.
I am sure I will feel guilty after some time about this. But I couldn't and can't just help it. What are you doing to me Becky?
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Becky's POV
I woke up to the sound of the alarm going off. I was pretty disoriented and checked the time. 7:30 AM. Yet another shoot day and I hope to see Freen today.
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The 'good morning' message to Freen was unanswered. And I have a hectic schedule today. First the shoot. Then the channel interview.
The location is different today. The scenes inside the office were completed and I walked to the balcony, hoping that I could find Freen there. I had overheard that she would be visiting for a short-while only today as she is tied with works in main office.
"Good morning..." --
"Morning..." - A wish without even facing me! Luckily all are busy with works. I sat across her, studying her face. She is not even looking at me. Eyes fixed on the iPad.
"About yesterday...." - I tried to start.
"Oh.. I am happy that you had a nice time." - She didn't even let me finish.
"Will you let me finish first?" -- I was getting frustrated.
"Yes, Say...... " - Freen looked up from the iPad and I swallowed hard.
"I didn't mean to turn down the offer.. I just had some prior commitments.." - I searched her grumpy face for any change in expressions. Nothing.
"Priorities you meant?" -- She looked at me sharply.
"Jane is a friend. I don't even understand why do I have to explain all this to you. And I'm still doing it. Why can't you be like everyone else? Why do you have to be so complicated?" -- My frustration was getting evident.
"Because I don't want to be like everyone else. I want to be special. The most Special." -- She leaned forward and said in a hoarse voice that sent a shiver through my spine. I gulped hard. We were literally having a staring contest. I could see her eyes shifting between my eyes and lips.
"Nonsense." - I scoffed after a while and sat up. Still looking at her.
Freen stood up and slid the gray blazer over the perfect dark blue shirt with the upper buttons open...making me size up her sharp shoulder blades.
"You know what I want to be for you Baby. That's definitely not being your friend only. Don't make me wait for too long."-- She stood close to me and whispered near my ear, giving goosebumps all over my body.
"Are you leaving already Miss. Chankimha? The shoot will continue after a break only." - KruA met her at the door.
"My visit is complete for today and I should rush now." - Freen said to KruA and turned back to look at me, flashing a crooked smirk...which was replaced with indifference the moment she faced KruA.
