"Finish your wine," Scott suggested.
She raised the glass and gulped it down. Wow! She coughed once, then she was fine.
"That was efficient," Scott smiled. He lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He pushed the door shut behind him. The dogs lay against it bonk, bonk, in protest.
Beth's body tensed. "Could you massage me... somewhere else?"
"Than your body?" joked Scott.
"Than the bed," she clarified with a giggle.
"Um... I have a massage table somewhere, would that be good?" he asked.
"Yes, good," she confirmed.
"You rest here," said Scott. "I think it's down in the basement."
As she lay there, the residual feel of Scott on her body, in her mouth, pervaded her. It made her dizzy. One thing that working with the other Scotty had taught her. If it was anything like the real thing, she wouldn't need any lube. Far from it. She bet her panties were soaked.
Bonker bounded up onto the bed, snuffled Beth's ear, and licked her face. She sat up abruptly and complained, "Hey!" Bonker whimpered. She saw that Bonker was a boy dog with a penis that was big red, erect, and glistening. Then Clifton jumped up on the bed. Another big erect-looking dog penis. She said firmly, "I don't think you two should be up here." Looking abashed, they jumped down. The incident reminded her, though, of how many times those men had needed to relieve themselves on set. Scott had been waiting a long time already while she hemmed and hawed and teased him. If she broke Kelly's boyfriend, there would be hell to pay.
Scott carried in a padded table all folded up in a neat little square. "They look guilty," he said. "Did they bother you?"
"Not at all," Beth insisted. "I changed my mind. Come over here."
Scott set the massage table, still all folded up, against the wall. "All right, you guys, out of here." The dogs left the room. Scott closed the door. He climbed onto the bed next to Beth. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely. She bumped teeth, but came back for more.
As they kissed, Scott removed his shirt and kicked off his shoes. Beth ran her hand across his abs excitedly. He broke the kiss and unbuttoned her blouse. She sat up so he could remove it the rest of the way. He reached for the back of her bra. "May I?" he asked.
"I will," Beth said, reached around, unhooked it and threw it off the edge of the bed. Then she realized she hadn't brought a change of clothes or even a toothbrush with her. She scooted off the edge of the bed.
As Scott watched Beth, the delicate ebony beauty hung her blouse on the back of a chair and slung her bra over it. Her skin was dark and flawless. Her breasts were magnificent, proud and firm, with dark, dark brown nipples against her slightly lighter skin. She removed her skirt and also hung it neatly. She wiggled out of her nylons and put them on the chair. Then her panties. Her pudenda was bare. She had to peel her panties off her vulva she was so wet. He caught a whiff of her scent that took him right back to the dick grabbing incident. A thrill ran through his abdomen when he recalled how she'd screamed out his name from the bathroom.
Beth made a moue of distaste. She'd never destroyed her panties like this before. It had even gone through her nylons. They were sopping, and her goo had stuck them on. She removed them with some embarrassment and looked for a place to put them down where it wouldn't make a mess. She put them on the floor. She wished she'd brought a spare pair. Well, she hadn't expected to really need anything, somehow. Now, it was unthinkable she wasn't spending the night. Once they'd done it, in for a penny, in for a pound. She could do without the nylons, but she couldn't go commando in a skirt. Maybe Kelly had a pair here she could borrow.
Scott removed his remaining clothes, his jeans and boxer briefs. His dick sprung out excited and strong. Beth witnessed this, and said, "I'm so sorry! I hope I didn't hurt you."
"Hurt me?" he asked. "How would you have done that, angel?"
Beth answered, "I asked the men on the set to stop... you know... while I was sharing the word of God with them. They usually said they couldn't because it would hurt them. Often they would speed up, like it hurt them just to answer. To make matters worse, they would almost always moan and release their stuff before the end of our conversation. It was very distracting and disgusting. Then when I saw your dogs all... excited... I realized I must be hurting you with all my wavering and pushing you away. If I return you to Kelly tortured or damaged, there will be hell to pay. I got concerned."
"That's very thoughtful," said Scott. "Now listen. Those guys on the set were lying to you. We're all human beings. We're all capable of delaying our gratification indefinitely if need be. At least sexually. I mean you have to eat, drink water, and breathe. But sex is optional. It often feels like the most essential thing, but it's optional."
Now it looked like Beth had a new worry. "Once we... you know... and I feel it, will I have to become a slut?"
"No," said Scott firmly. "Losing your virginity changes everybody, but not in that way. It won't change your moral compass. You'll have a new appreciation of the world, that's all."
"It's a relief to hear I wasn't hurting you," Beth smiled.
"I still want you a lot," said Scott. He scooted to the edge of the bed, drew her head down to him slightly, and they kissed passionately. He gently checked between her legs and put his fingers into a swamp. As they kissed, he felt that her lips were fully engorged and spread. Her clitoris was a hard, slick little nubbin of passion.
Beth's whole body straightened and went rigid. Her breath caught. Her tongue stiffened in her saucy little mouth as she violently orgasmed. He kept slowly and slickly circling her clit with his middle finger. She gasped for air and barked, "Christ!" A moment later, "HNNNNNNH!!" she orgasmed again, another big one. Beth was as ready as he'd ever seen any woman. "Is this when you do it?" she whimpered.
He said, "I usually like to do other things first to warm a woman up, but-"
"No," she interrupted. "Now, before I lose my nerve. If you can, I mean... if you're ready."
"I am way past ready," he replied. He put her on the bed and grabbed her legs. Beth's teeth flashed in an expectant grimace. She was sloppy wet and tight as a virgin. Well, she WAS a virgin. She opened with delicious pressure.
This was completely different to Beth. The bare skin of his turgid cock slid in. She was held and spread. She felt the delicious slap of his hips on her thighs as he hammered home. His weight firmly pressed her down and apart as he covered her like a giant pale wild beast. His powerful musk permeated her senses. She caught Scott's look of absolute intense ecstasy on his weathered face. An orgasm squeezed through her and moved her. As she shook it off, she wailed, "Lord Christ!"
At the same time, she felt she was somehow inside Kelly's video. I mean, here was Scott Miller, more vivid than technicolor or her horniest dream, filling and slamming her. The feel of him! She writhed in orgasm again. He eclipsed the room above her, his muscles rippling, his handsome face in ecstasy. The sliding, the pressure, teasing her over the brink, "AAAAAH!!" She heard echoes of Kelly's movie screams in her own. Now she knew why. Now she was a woman. Nothing would ever be the same.
(To be continued)
