Her best friend Lynda Curtis had admitted that she had feelings for her husband Charles. Diana Richards suspected that Lynda hadn't told her just how deep her feelings were.
I'll have to start paying attention to how you act around him so I can figure out if it's just a deep physical attraction or if your emotions are getting too involved...
I know I don't have anything to worry about where Charles is concerned—he's a one-woman man and I know he loves me beyond reason... But I'm worried about you...
If Lynda was in love with Charles, it could create a severe wedge in their friendship and she didn't want anything to come between them. Lynda was the best friend she'd had since she drifted away from Lynn.
My best friend back in Virginia...
with whom she'd grown up all through their school years.
Except my senior year when Lynn left for college...
Like Lynda, Lynn had been older than her with a level head on her shoulders.
Yet she treated me as an equal...
Both of them had always told her that she was a good person and that she deserved better than what she was allowing for herself.
Lynda looks nothing like Lynn, but it's a little ironic how similar their names are! And their personalities are the same! I've needed that steadying influence in my life...even if I didn't always take their advice...
But now, Lynda is the one with a problem! And I haven't a clue how to help her... I can't help her...I'm part of the problem! I'll just have to sit back and let Lynda try to handle this on her own...
But I'll have to keep my eye on how she handles it! I don't want to have to punch my best friend for making inappropriate moves on my sexy husband...but I will if I have to...
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At the beginning of July, Charles came to the movie studio to pick up Diana from work early. They had asked for a couple hours off to get ready for a 4th of July party they were hosting the next day. As they walked through the studio lot, Charles made some cheeky remark. Diana reached back and pinched his ass. He jumped and yelled.
Then he growled, "Why, you...!"
Diana shrieked with laughter and took off running as Charles chased after her. They weren't paying attention to where they were headed. He stopped her in an area of the lot on a set that looked like an empty street scene. They didn't see anyone around at the moment.
She smiled when he started to quote another scene from
"The Quiet Man,"
but changed a few of the words to fit their situation.
"If anybody had told me six months ago that today I'd be in a movie studio in Los Angeles with a girl like you that I'm just about to kiss, I'd have told them..."
As he went to grasp her shoulders, she spun around with her back to him and did her Mary Kate imitation again. "Oh, but the kissin's a long way off yet!"
You know I want you to kiss me...
"Huh?"
I'm not that dumb! I know what you really want...
"Well, we've just started the courtin' and next month, we'd...we'd start the walkin' out together and the month after that there'd be the thrashin' parties, and the month after that there'd be..."
Charles put his arms around her waist from behind. "Nope!"
And HE wasn't that dumb either...
"Well...maybe we won't have to wait that month..."
I know I wouldn't...
"Yep..."
I don't think you really understand my urgency...
"Or for the...thrashin' parties..."
I have no idea what a thrashin' party is...
"Nope..."
I don't know what that is, but it wouldn't keep me from you...
Diana turned around to face Charles. "Or...for the walkin' out together..."
"Nooo..." he said softly and deeply.
She put her hands on his shoulders. "Then so much the worse for you, Charles Richards, for I feel the same way about it myself!"
Come and get me, sexy man...
She smiled widely and threw her arms backward for his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned down to kiss her neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
They were startled suddenly when they were blasted by a wind machine that was being aimed directly at them! Diana shrieked and started laughing as Charles yelled, "Hey! What the hell?!"
They had stumbled onto a set that a crew had been preparing for a stormy street scene. When some of the crew came back from a break and saw them doing their scene, they decided to provide some of the special effects.
Someone in the crew yelled, "I haven't heard anyone yell cut! Keep going!"
Charles and Diana looked at each other and laughed. They continued with the scene. They pretended to get caught in a storm that suddenly blew up, holding each other in the "rain" when the crew turned on some waterworks. They let themselves get soaked. Charles put his suit jacket on Diana's shoulders and they shared a couple tender kisses while their love for each other showed on their faces. Their last kiss was a bit more passionate than the one John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara had shared in that scene, but the look on Charles' face when it ended was every bit as tender and loving.
The "rain" ended and the crew cheered and clapped while they took a few bows. Charles bent down and picked up his jacket off the ground from where it had fallen off Diana's shoulders. Then he took her hand and they waved good-bye to the crew as they scurried off the set, both of them laughing softly.
They continued to laugh as they jogged back to their car in the parking lot, hoping the faster pace in the warm air would help dry their clothes. When they reached the car, they were still pretty wet. They stopped and leaned their backs up against the warm doors on the driver's side.
They were breathing heavily from running. They tried to catch their breaths. Charles laid his jacket on the hood of the car to his right, undid his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt.
They looked at each other and smiled. Their smiles faded as they stared at each other, taking in their appearances.
His white shirt was still wet and clinging to his chest. His dark mat of hair was clearly visible as his chest heaved, making it harder for her to catch her breath. Her wet, silky dress was plastered to her body. Her nipples were hard and poking through the material of both her bra and her dress—drawing his eyes to her heaving breasts like magnets.
Charles pushed off the side of the car and pivoted around in front of Diana, pinning her against the car with his entire body. His forearms were braced on either side of her head. They stared at each other heatedly for several moments. Their chests heaved together.
His hard cock was pressed against her. She throbbed and soaked her already damp panties.
I want to fuck you so badly, pretty lady! Oh, please...don't look at me like that...
Charles stared at her as he rubbed his cock against her. "Oh, God...I need you, Diana!" he groaned softly.
She moaned, "Yes! I need you, too! Fuck me right now...right here! Please...!!!" She grabbed his ass and ground her hips against him.
They couldn't have stopped themselves if they'd tried—but they didn't want to try...
Ohhh, damn, woman...yes...right now...right here...
Charles backed just far enough away from her to unzip his pants while she reached up under her dress and pulled her panties off, tossing them through the partially open car window. She reached into his pants and carefully maneuvered his hard shaft through the front of his boxers and the open fly of his trousers.
He lifted her under her arms and wedged her body against the rear door and the fender. She lifted her dress, wrapped her legs around his hips and positioned his cock at her dripping entrance. They both moaned softly as he slowly pushed into her.
He stayed still for a moment, buried inside her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck and he moved his arms down to support her thighs and her ass.
They kissed deeply as he slowly thrust into her. They were totally wrapped up in how erotic it felt.
We're leaning against our car in the middle of the movie studio parking lot, still mostly clothed... fucking in broad daylight where anyone could see us! Damn...this is so hot...
They didn't even realize that they were drawing another audience for this performance as well.
A man came out to the parking lot to get something out of his car when he saw them. He stopped to watch the show. Another couple was coming out to leave and the first guy waved them over, saying quietly, "Come 'ere! You've gotta see this!"
They were two rows away but they had a perfect view from about a forty-five degree angle.
The woman gasped when she saw what was going on and exclaimed quietly, "They can't possibly be doing what it looks like they're doing...can they?"
The first guy replied, "Uh, yeah, they can...and I'd be willing to bet that they are!"
The woman's husband glanced at her with a twinkle in his eyes. "See, honey? I told you we could've gotten away with it that time I tried to talk you into it! You can't see anything other than the movements! And, boy...it looks hot as hell, doesn't it? They must really be working up a sweat...look how wet their clothes are!"
They were all standing behind the first guy's car, snickering quietly and whistling under their breaths as they watched. A couple more people walked over to see what was going on. They continued to watch intently.
