Love of my life

A WONDERFUL ACTRESS

"OK, guys, let's start to read the script and see where we're going with it, shall we?"

James had already presented the two actors, and could not wait to see them in action. He already knew how good of an actor Patrick was, he admired him greatly, and they had established a relationship based on mutual respect and esteem, but he didn't know what Vera could bring to the script, even though he knew her work pretty well, and that she had potential.

"OK, James..." said Patrick in a dreamy, almost slurry voice.

James looked at him. He seemed strange, almost nervous. He dismissed the thought, coming to the conclusion he might be nervous, but Patrick was never nervous before reading a script. He was accustomed to speaking in public, he had experience in theatre, he was sure he wasn't nervous because of the script. Obviously, it was something else.

"Where should we begin?"

"Let's take it to the top, shall we? Vera, could you play the two young nurses and Lorraine's character? Do you think you can handle it?"

Vera nodded, smiling "Yes, James, it will be fun."

"Perfect! Patrick, are you all right?" he asked, looking at him.

Patrick was screening the paper with a furrowed brow.

"Ah? Yes, yes. I was just... OK, let's begin." He said, with a kind of forced smile.

"Good. Dig in, guys!"

James sit down, looking at both of them.

Vera began to read the script, with a clear and somewhat scared voice. She was already into character.

"It scares us just thinking about it. When you hear it, you're gonna think we're insane"

It was Patrick's turn. But he was as though paralyzed, looking at Vera, a strange look in his eyes.

"Patrick? Your line!"

"What? Oh, yes, James, sorry" he cleared his throat "Try us. Please, from the start."

James smirked. Patrick was back on track, finally. But as the script kept going, he noticed more and more how Vera was a force of nature. She switched with two characters with an ease, competence and art he had rarely, if ever, encountered with any of the actresses he'd worked with before. She was a natural. Her face conveyed the emotions flawlessly, effortlessly, to a point it was a joy looking at her. She barely had to talk, her mimic said it all. Especially her eyes, who were once filled with sadness, the next second filled with doubt, and the next second still full of mixed emotions. Patrick might have been thinking the same, because he was looking at her almost as in awe, smiling.

"Wonderful! It was wonderful, guys! Vera, you were amazing!" said James, standing up and clapping.

"Oh, thanks, Mr. Wan." Vera said, blushing.

"Please, call me James. And Patrick, you were good, but you seemed a bit distracted. Study your script well, tomorrow we will start shooting. You're in, aren't you?"

"What? Oh, yes... Sorry if I seemed distracted, James, but I'm in, I'm totally in." James said, turning to look at James with a start.

"Good. Let's sign the contracts, shall we?"

He approached his desk and took two papers from the drawer.

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As soon as he had closed the house door behind him, he called Dagmara, and started to walk towards her voice. She was in the kitchen, cooking dinner.

She turned to look at him, smiling "Pat, how did it go? Did James –"

He shut her mouth with a kiss, pushing her against the counter.

"Pat..." He captured her lip again "Pat... I am trying to cook dinner..."

"You will do it afterwards."

"No..."

"I love you."

She stopped resisting, hugging his waist, giving into the kiss. He quickly hoisted her up and led her towards their room, never stopping kissing her, laying her on the bed. He quickly removed his shirt, and barely unzipped his pants, then lifted up her dress. He was so hungry he didn't even bother removing all their clothes. He started caressing her core through the panties, making her squeal. She was already wet. Good. No time to waste, not now, he thought, as he pulled her panties down and quickly started to lick her vulva. She began tossing as soon as his lips touched her, but he lifted an arm to keep her waist into place. He continued licking, biting the skin, making her scream and more agitated by the second. He plunged his tongue three more times, inserting a finger. She gasped. He moved his finger in rhythm with his tongue five times, before letting her cum. He drank all the juice, his ears filled with her loud moans. He lifted his head to look at her. Her hands on her face, the mouth open, she was breathing with difficulty, her chest heaving. She slowly removed her hands from her face, looking at him with semi-closed eyes.

"What's gotten into you? Not that I mind, you know." She said, breathless.

"Nothing. I just wanna make love." He said, stroking his member, and quickly inserting it into her.

Dagmara tossed her head onto the pillow, meowing.

He closed his eyes. He just wanted to savor the moment, feeling the contact, hearing her gasps and cries of pleasure, feeling her soft skin adjusting to his size, seeing her icy blue eyes closing, her perfect oval face being washed up in pleasure... Icy blue eyes... Perfect oval face... He was thinking about her. Vera... He couldn't, he wouldn't... His wife was beneath him, he couldn't betray her with his thoughts, he couldn't be thinking about another woman, a woman he'd just met a few hours ago... A woman he had wanted to touch from the first time he had laid eyes on. A woman he had being thinking of all the way from James' office to his house, being thinking about the way her lips might taste, the feeling of her legs wrapped around his waist, the touch of her breast, how her voice might have sounded... He realized he had increased his pace without noticing it. Dagmara was holding onto the sheets, almost tearing them in a desperate attempt to not faint. He quickly shut his eyes again, picturing Vera's face. The only thought of her made him cum. Dagmara followed him some seconds later, screaming his name. He quickly pulled himself out of her, sweating.

"I-I need a drink. Is there... Is there any beer in the fridge?" He asked, panting.

"Y-yes. I even bought some whisky, if you like."

"Good. Sorry, I'm really thirsty."

He ran towards the kitchen like a madman, still half naked, not caring about Dagmara begging him to stay. Once there, he opened the fridge, and grabbed the first bottle he saw. He drank the liquor in a gulp, collapsing onto a chair, eyes closed. He could still see her face undone by pleasure, her brown hair matted, her eyes semi-closed, her lips parted, her bosom – Did he ever imagine her breasts? It couldn't be, he never saw them in real life... - He inhaled deeply, trying not to think of how her breasts could be. He felt his member enlargen and stiffen once more, almost aching. God, what was she doing to him? No woman ever had this kind of power over him, certainly not a woman he'd met for just one day, not his colleagues, no, as beautiful as they might be. But she was more beautiful than any of them, she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF, GODDAMIT! YOU JUST WANNA FUCK HER, THAT'S IT! YOU DESIRE HER, AND THAT'S IT! But then, he felt his left hand getting down his crotch... Then, she saw her riding it, looking at him with those eyes that already drove him mad. She tossed her head back, moaning in pleasure. He was so aroused he gave one single thrust upwards, and that resulted in his hand stroking his member strongly. The reaction was so sudden that he almost cried in shock and pleasure. That was too much... The stimulus was too strong to resist... He sighed, finished his liquor and then headed towards the bathroom. He had to take care of it. He just hoped Dagmara wouldn't hear that. He didn't want to use her again to satisfy his desire for another woman.