Once the red light on the camera went on, I went to stand in front of the bed. I was confident the camera had me – and the tied up white robe I was wearing – in full view. With that assuring me, I went on with my introduction.
"Hello. If this is only being watched by future me in the future, you know who I am," I said. "If the worst has happened and other people are watching this....I don't know if you know me. But you probably know my....co-star, and that's why you tracked this tape down. But if you're not that good, I'm more comfortable bringing her out here."
I reached my hand out and gave a signal, without looking over. Given how much I stared when I first saw....this person tonight, I didn't want to come off as a slack jawed idiot at the very start of this tape. But it probably couldn't have been avoided – especially when she arrived in the frame.
She, of course, being my current girlfriend and future breakout movie star, Emma Stone. Wearing nothing but a red robe on herself.
"Hello, future audience. Whether it's just us or the good people at TMZ," Emma said with her soon-to-be well known biting wit. If she was nervous, and I had no doubt she was, she was hiding it well like the pro she was.
"Okay, so if you'll permit me to act like a big headed tool for a moment," Emma went on. "As of now, its summer 2010, and all signs point to my career really taking off in the fall. So before I hit the next level of stardom, I wanted to get embarrassing stuff like this out of the way. While I'm still under the radar and still sane enough to keep it a secret."
It was good logic, or at least good enough to stop us from coming to our senses. "So, the most embarrassing and safest thing I can cross off at this stage of my career? You guessed it. Sex tape. With my summer 2010 boyfriend," Emma gestured to me.
"Hello again," I got back into the mix.
"Now then, he's forfeited his rights to keep this tape. So if someone turns it over to the blogosphere anyway, it'll probably be more my bad," Emma explained. "For now, we'll be keeping joint custody. Hopefully when things get crazier in the next few months, we can take a few loads off to this tape and remember the good old days were crazy too."
"If that's not how it turns out though...." I interrupted, then took time to gather my words and make sure Emma didn't object. "No matter when me, her or others see this tape again, I want it on the record that at this moment, I love this woman. Even if America goes on to love her more than me in the years ahead. Or other countries like Spain or England or whatever."
"You have an active imagination. Bodes well for a project like this, really," Emma suggested.
As she turned to face me, I took the risk of letting this sex tape get sappier than most would expect. "You're absolutely sure this is the right project for you?" I asked. "That it's worth the risk to your future reputation? We don't know how much future you and me would care about stuff like that, you know."
"I think I can give future me the benefit of the doubt," Emma said. "Future me's got Easy A to look forward to in a few weeks, a few really big scripts in her living room, and the blessing of the Internet. On the off chances it's too big for her to handle, though....then I want to do something foolish while I have a clear enough head to control it. And while things are really perfect enough for me to go for it. And while it makes the fact that I'm breaking out as an all-talk, smart-ass virgin that much funnier."
Coming closer to me, she finished, "And while I have the right co-star for the job. And all the others that aren't on tape. At least we can get one perfect moment on tape, even if....future moments don't turn out so perfect. Right?"
And I was worried about being sappy. In truth, since Emma was putting a lot of faith in me – not just tonight – it made me nervous about a few other things. Sex tapes are not supposed to include nerves in any way, though.
But Emma was the natural performer in front of the camera, at least more than me. Maybe it should have made me more suspicious about her words. Yet for the moment, I just let her lead me to the front of the bed, where we sat down.
"How about we ease into it?" Emma offered. "We don't have to do the hard core stuff right away. Slow burns can work in any medium." There was no sense arguing in movie terms with a movie it girl.
"Besides, it doesn't take that much to get you going anyway. I saw the front of that robe move up when you saw me in this," Emma reminded. It did move up, all right.
It probably wouldn't take much to move it up again. Not with her sitting so close to me. Not with her in that robe. Not with those brilliant green eyes and that irresistible smirk in my line of sight. Stuff like that makes it easier to forget you're about to be naked on film.
Having Emma Stone's lips on you a second later helps too.
With no pressure to be NC-17 rated right now, I settled into kissing her like we would on any other night. I let her put her hands on my shoulders, while my left hand went into her gorgeous red hair and my right went onto her cheek. It was more romantic than smutty, but that didn't mean I didn't feel any....effects.
I could get hard in no time just from kissing her long enough. Tonight was no different, camera or not. When Emma's hands went down my body, it was clear she wanted to feel for herself anyway.
Emma's tongue slid further into my mouth, just as her hand brushed the growing erection under my robe. I let out a little moan into her open mouth, and soon enough, I felt her doing the same. With a voice like hers, the vibration made it easier for Emma to feel even more.
However, she wasn't content to feel a mere lump on my robe. She wasn't content to let my robe stay on at all, actually.
Once Emma broke the kiss and focused on untying my robe, I reached out to try and get her own loosened up. Yet she stopped me and said, "You're gonna show me off enough later. I want to give your....star power its due first."
As my mind wrapped around Emma's little pun, she got me untied and started trying to unveil my....big star power. I had to get up and slip it off myself, though, doing it before I got too self-conscious. And thus, my first nude scene on camera began.
I sat back down, fully naked next to Emma's still clothed form. I assumed the camera could catch my exposed erection – but it was more important that Emma did. She got it in her own personal shot and then some.
"You know, I said we didn't need to go hardcore right now. But you always need a big scene at the start to get things going," Emma said. "Looks like it's quite big enough."
I wondered how many more of these flattering but groan-worthy comments she had in her. Until she put something else in her instead.
Before I could do anything, Emma was down on her knees to take my cock right in her mouth. I groaned out on cue, followed by Emma popping off me and making a show of licking me up and down. The camera clearly caught her getting my cock nice and wet, as it got even more swollen to boot.
"Like I said....I shouldn't be the only main attraction," Emma spoke over my dick. "Not with this nice, thick cock worthy of pictures."
