Cut!
Lill and I and Mrs Price did the editing for the sex scenes up at Mrs Price's house, and like the first time we went up there it was a bit of a shock. I mean you expect teachers to be reasonably conventional people (even though of course really we knew Mrs Price wasn't) and also teachers don't make much money so I expected her to have a small house and like a husband and kids and stuff (except she'd occasionally referred to 'my partner' so I had sussed that she wasn't living with her husband). So it's a bit out of town and Mrs Price gives us a lift out so we won't get lost that first time, and we go up into the woods and there's this gate and we go in and there's this neat gravel parking place and we get out and look around and - no house - and Mrs Price laughs and leads us down these steps like we're going underground and there's this door and we go in through this like super-modern kitchen and come out in this living room which is like vast.
It's all white walls and wood floor and wood roof with like no ceiling and the south wall's all glass like with no frames or anything and I realise the house is like cantilevered out of the slope of a hill. It's amazingly uncluttered - just one leather couch and two leather chairs and a sheepskin rug in front of a big fireplace, and then like space.
Over the fireplace was the largest photographic print I've ever seen. It was a larger than life-size picture of an infeasibly cool slender languid imperious Nordic blond woman lying on her left side on a grey rock in a very blue sea. She's propped up on her left elbow and her head is erect, looking straight into the camera with bored but untroubled arrogance. Her right leg is propped up to show the hips of an extremely dark and glossy black guy with his thick cock plunged to the root into her cunt. The quality of the print was so good that you seemed to be able to see distinctly every strand of her hair.
Lillith and I stared at it dumb-struck for a long moment.
"Nice, isn't it?" said Mrs Price. "My partner particularly likes that one. Come on through to the office."
We went through another door and came into an architect's office, also spartan and Scandinavian in style, with linen blinds drawn over the big south windows. A woman uncoiled from a stool at a drafting table across the room and came over to us languidly. She was more than life-size, infeasibly cool and slender and imperious. She wore a sheer silk blouse, tight leather jeans, and - I'm fairly certain - nothing else at all. She looked only slightly older and no less challenging than in the photograph.
"Hi, Sharon, darling" she drawled, stooping from her six foot two inch height to kiss Mrs Price. "these are your students?"
"Lillith, Kyle, this is my partner Bretta. Bretta, this is Kyle, who's done most of the direction of our movie, and this is Lillith who's been responsible for a lot of the script and most of the costume design."
I should have been at least a little bit prepared. I should have noticed the careful lack of prepositions in what Mrs Price had been saying. After all, I'd played a very similar trick on my own father. The idea that Mrs Price might be gay just had not occurred to me.
Bretta looked down on us. "Welcome to our house," she drawled. "Sharon has told me a lot about you." And then suddenly, unexpectedly, she grinned. "Did you like my portrait?"
"Very much," I said, striving for equilibrium. "Like, when I saw it and didn't know it was you I thought it was awesomely cool to hang it over the fireplace like that. Now I know it is you I'm like breath taken. That is just so, like, stylish."
"I'm glad you like it. Come, I'll show you the computer I've set up for you."
As we worked there on and off over the next two weeks, Bretta was like this prowling, pantherous presence in the background. She moved quietly. When on the phone (which during the afternoon was quite often) she'd stalk about, listening and drawling. When working, either at her drafting table or at her computer, she was silent, and fairly often you'd look up and notice she wasn't there. And then, of course, she'd stalk up behind us, coolly observing us as we struggled with the pacing and cutting of this scene or that. Sometimes she would make comments and suggestions in her arrogant drawl. Her suggestions were analytical and incisive (and led us to be more daring in a whole lot of places), but it was always as if she knew how to create an image to turn other people on, not as though she was herself in any way moved or aroused.
I found her very scary.
We worked on our private movie over several sessions and got together a cut we liked. It wasn't really at all based on the 'official' cut, although, of course, we used material shot in the 'official' filming sessions. It had a different mood; while the 'official' movie was a rattling adventure romp with a few Gothic and eerie elements (and quite short), the whole of our cut (which was much longer) became increasingly Gothic and otherworldly and the sex scenes (although yes, they were explicit) melded into this dreamy other-wordly atmosphere in a way which made me feel we had achieved something considerably more than a conventional porn film.
Meantime, of course, term, and school life, were rolling through their climactic rituals: exams, and dances, and results, and prizegivings, and stuff. Our personal lives went on, too. Nancy and I became more settled as an item. Our group became tighter, more welded together, although towards the very end of term Lill was starting to get it together with a new boyfriend and so we saw slightly less of her. But for the group the real wrap-up point was the screening of our private cut.
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When we got up to Mrs Price's she gave us each a glass of wine and invited us through the back and there was like this hot tub thing on a deck high above the forest floor. I mean, like, I'd read about them but I'd never actually seen one. Bretta was just testing the temperature when we came out onto the porch where the hot tub was. She said hi, and Mrs Price introduced her to Nancy and Mandy (whom she hadn't met), and then she said she'd go into town and let us get on, which was like nice because it said she was cool with us and what we were doing but also she was giving us privacy to do it.
So there was the hot tub. Mandy, of course, just peeled off and was in like a fish. So was Mrs Price. Nancy and Lill and I were a bit slower, but Mandy was mocking us and soon we were all in. It was like tight with all five of us - not uncomfortable, but you couldn't not touch anyone and whenever you moved you touched someone else and it was like very sensuous and I was getting embarrassed because of course I was like rock hard and everyone else was having this like relaxed sort of banter and I wasn't joining in and Mrs Price said, like teasing, what's Kyle uptight about and there's this hand on my dick and it isn't Nancy it's Mandy and she says like he's sex starved, poor thing, he's like desperate, that Nancy isn't treating him properly, and they all laugh, and then Mandy says to Nancy can I get a turn with him, and Lill says hey, wait your turn, I haven't had even one proper shot yet, and Sharon says she should get first go 'cause she was eldest, and Nancy's saying to Mandy fight you for him and we were all laughing and it was fun and also it was real because although it was a tease I knew that they all really meant it and that I could have any of them or all of them and I said like guys, you're like all brilliant and I love all of you and I'll always remember this. And that was true, every bit of it.
And it was warm and the sun was out and there was like this amazing view out over woodland towards the town and the wine was good and also strong and I was in a hot tub with four beautiful women who liked me and who were cool to have sex with me and I just stopped being uptight. Then after a while the water wasn't so warm and Sharon said, OK, who wants to see this movie, and we all got out and Sharon gave us these big towels and Lill bent down to pick up her panties and Sharon said let's not bother with clothes, so we all went into the big sitting room all sort of wrapped in towels. The curtains were closed and it was sort of dim. I sat down on the sofa. Sharon was getting more wine. Mandy started a play fight with Nancy and of course it wasn't very long before they were both naked and Nancy had Mandy pinned down and she was like wriggling and squeaking and saying no, no, don't spank me, and Nancy said to me did I want to administer the punishment and I said yeah and Nancy swung her across my knees and she was just so small and sweet smelling and soft skinned and I just stroked her and I wanted so much to fuck her and I knew she wanted me to and everyone was watching us to see if I would and I knew that like if I asked Nancy she would say it was OK but I wouldn't really know whether it was and I gave Mandy a little slap deliberately so my fingertip caught her clit and said ok, let's watch this movie. And Nancy came and sat on one side of me and Lill sat on the other and Mandy wriggled into sitting on the floor between my legs and Sharon gave everyone another glass of wine and came and sat on the floor between Lill's legs and mine.
