The Best You Ever Had

On Display

A month later and the odd combined band (plus Brendon and I) had nailed the recording of our song, and the details of the video had been finalized. I stood looking over a rack of costumes (so to speak), and Jenny and Brendon stood behind me, giving opinions.

“Not slutty enough,” Jenny announced as I held one up.

“I can’t give an opinion now that she’s said that,” Brendon said, holding his hands up.

Jenny stuck her tongue out at him.

“I don’t want slutty. I just want….skimpy,” I said. And skimpy it was. Short shorts and a bralette was all there was to the outfit in my hands. It was actually the most modest thing I’d be wearing in the video, just about. With the exception of a few shots where I’d be wearing jeans and a tee, I’d be wearing either the “I just got out of bed” look I held in my hands, or nothing, Brendon’s body and strategic camera angles the only thing protecting my modesty.

“Then you’ve picked a winner,” Brendon said. “That’s the one.”

Jenny chewed her lower lip and looked through the rack one more time. “I hate to admit it, but he’s right.”

It was Brendon’s turn to stick his tongue out at her. They’d moved on from actually insulting one another. Now they’d arrived at a relationship that was almost sibling-ish in nature. They tried to get a rise out of one another, but I could tell there was a growing fondness.

Jenny gave me a look. “You know Ronnie and Mark aren’t gonna be able to watch this video, right?”

“They’re big boys. They’ll be fine,” I laughed.

“No, they actually told me they won’t be able to watch it. Like seeing their sister naked.”

“I’ve worn almost this exact outfit in front of them,” I scoffed, throwing the shorts and bralette onto the rack.

“It’s not the outfit…it’s the lack of,” she said.

“I personally can’t wait to see you in the outfit, and the lack of,” Brendon announced.

“Oh my god,” Jenny groaned. “Just take her home already. I’ll see you guys.” And with that, her booted feet carried her out of the room.

“She has some good ideas,” Brendon admitted. “Home we go- and then up early tomorrow to film.”

****

The lights were hot, despite being dim. I knelt on a bed, very nearly in my birthday suit; the only thing keeping me from exposing myself were some very small panties and pasties. The idea was that I looked naked. Brendon stood in front of me as I mouthed along to the words of the song we had written together, and shifted as I shifted, keeping my modesty intact from the viewer.

His back to the camera, Brendon gave me a once over and a predatory smile, and I felt myself blushing. I hoped the camera wouldn't pick that up. He was so damn distracting. I kept my composure though, as we filmed. As soon as the director shouted "cut", however, I giggled. 

"Stop making eyes at me," I said quietly.

"Can't help it. I like what I see," he responded, just as hushed.

We rolled again almost immediately, and just as we started he looked me over again and mouthed "I like it a lot" to me, and I fumbled over the lyrics. We had to start again.

That was how the morning went. The afternoon was different, somehow. Filming intimate scenes, as any actor will tell you, is not sexy. But when you're actually sleeping with your costar and trying the keep the secret it becomes a little stressful. Until they stare at you with their deep brown eyes and tell you quietly what they're going to do to you once you get home. Then it becomes urgent.