Not That Kind of Girl (erotica)

Already Acting

"I'm already acting, Ted. Acting like I'm not incredibly nervous in front of you. All of you."

"You're doing great, Vanessa. I was just thinking you could do a little pretending. With me."

"Yes, yes, yes" was her first inclination but she didn't want him to know just how enthusiastic she was. She gave him some sassiness. "Pretending is for little girls, Ted. Just tell me what I need to do."

"OK, well, I'd like to move on from just posing into more fantasy. I'd like to make it look like we are a couple. Is that something you could help me with, Vanessa?"

Oh, yes, she could do that. She sure could, and she loved how he was always saying her name even if it wasn't her real one. "Yes, I think we could do that, Ted." She liked repeating his name back to him.

He approached her with the camera. "OK, first I'll do some point-of-view shots. Stand up and embrace me. Make it authentic. Like we're a real couple."

She hugged Ted. He smelled musky, if she knew what musk smelled like. She maneuvered her head around the camera and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. Holding the embrace, she let her hand fall down his back. "If we were a real couple, Ted, I would do this to you." With that, she squeezed the firm cheeks of his ass.

"That's funny, Vanessa, but the camera can't capture stuff that happens behind my back."

"I didn't do it for the camera. I did it because I wanted to." She was rubbing his chest as she said this, one arm draped around his neck. Despite the unusual circumstances, not to mention the audience, it felt like the most natural act in the world.

"Perfect. Keep touching me with that beautiful smile of yours."

"Like this?" She touched him more seductively. "Ted, you are full of surprises. This chest is pretty hard. Do you work out?"

"Um, yes, a little cardio in the morning with some weights in the evening. I try to follow a paleo diet but it's tough with my schedule. . . Anyway, you got me off track. Let's get back to the matter at hand."

"Yes, sir." She was breaking through his all-business veneer, just a little.

He put the camera back on the tripod and looked at Gus. "Can you take it from here?" he asked. Gus nodded.

Ted gently guided her towards the couch. He sat down first. He motioned for her to straddle him.

She gingerly did so, not sure how far she should go. Whether it was Ted or she that was determining how far things would go was unclear. All she knew was that it was hot being on top of him right now.

It was still up for debate whether she was on top of him yet. She was above him but there was still quite a bit of space between them. It was like they were at a high school dance and the chaperone made them leave space for the Holy Spirit. Ted wasn't going to force her to get too close unless she was ready.

First, she let her hair fall down across his cheek. Then, looking in Ted's eyes, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself closer to his chest. With the sounds of Gus' camera rapidly clicking behind her, she slowly lowered herself into Ted's lap.