The kiss grew more passionate. They opened their mouths a little more, gripped each other more tightly, let their lips slide a little back and forth. Their tongues stayed firmly in their mouths as this was technically a simulated kiss of passion, not an actual one, and the camera (and therefore the viewer) would be none the wiser.
“Cut!” Fletch called out.
It took them just a little bit longer to break the embrace this time, but they did so, stepping back from each other and then looking over at their director once again.
“That looked pretty good,” Fletch told him. “Good projection of wanting from both of you, good embrace, good coming together of the mouths. But I think you can do it a little better, with a little more ... oh...”
“Appetite?” Mindy asked, her face considerably flushed.
Fletch nodded. “Appetite,” he agreed.
And so, they did it again, and then two more times after that. The hug, the rubbing and scratching of backs, the gaze into each other’s eyes, and then the coming together of the lips for the kiss. Each time they did it, they gave it their all, rubbing their open mouths against each other while their arms held each other tightly. To Greg’s embarrassment, he began to feel himself sprouting a fairly respectable erection from the contact. To his further embarrassment, he knew that Mindy was aware of it because it was pushing into her lower belly.
“Cut!” Fletch yelled after the fourth take.
The actors separated from each other once again.
“All of those were pretty good,” Fletch announced. “We’ll look them over with the rest of the dailies tomorrow and decide which one is the best.”
Greg and Mindy both nodded.
“Good job, you two,” Fletch told them. “Let’s all take fifteen. Greg, Mindy, head over to the makeup trailer and get yourselves touched up a bit for the next scene.”
“Right, Fletch,” Greg said.
“Sounds good, Fletch,” Mindy agreed.
They turned and headed across the parking lot, walking side by side. The unspoken etiquette of the acting profession kept them from discussing what they had just done, even in innuendo or allusion. Instead, they spoke of whether or not they’d be finished up in time for their traditional after shift drink in the lounge back at the hotel.
They entered the makeup trailer and, after spending a few minutes drinking water from bottles to rehydrate themselves, had their facial makeup retouched and their hair teased a bit. They spoke very little during this process, and when they did, their words had nothing to do with the scene they were filming.
When their fifteen minutes were up, they walked together back to the BMW and took their positions once again. Fletch talked them through what they were hoping to accomplish in this take: further passionate kissing, hands going beneath shirts, heavy breathing, and then finally, the breaking of the kiss and the staring into each other’s eyes with suitable and believable expressions of lust and wanting.
“All right,” Fletch said. “Go ahead and get into position.”
At the direction of the script supervisor, Greg and Mindy stepped back into each other’s arms, pressing their bodies together, putting their hands where they’d been at the end of the last take. This was a bit awkward since it took the better part of five minutes for them to assume the exact positioning. And through it all, Greg felt the delicious press of those breasts against his chest, the wonderful softness of Mindy’s body. He felt himself starting to stiffen up again down below. This time, he felt Mindy pushing herself a little more firmly into him, subtly moving her soft belly to encourage the response.
She’s doing that on purpose! he thought, feeling a combination of outrage and excitement at this realization.
“Okay ... mouths together,” Fletch said, holding the clapperboard in front of the cameras again.
They leaned into each other, pressing their lips together once again, but not moving just yet. Mindy giggled a little against his mouth, as if expressing the awkwardness between them. Greg closed his eyes for a moment and tried to maintain professionalism.
“Action!” Fletch called.
They continued their passionate kiss, moving their mouths together. Greg’s hands were stroking all over her back. He ran them down to the bottom of her shirt and then slid them beneath. He was now touching the bare flesh of her lower back. It felt incredible beneath his fingertips.
Focus! his mind screamed at him. Stop enjoying this and do your job! He tried to accomplish this, but after realizing that he could both enjoy this and do his job, he abandoned the effort. So I’m enjoying it? What’s the big deal? She’s a hot woman and I’m getting paid to put my mouth on her and touch her. Why shouldn’t I enjoy it?
Mindy, acting as Lyndsay, reached down and grabbed hold of his ass with both hands. She forcibly pulled his groin tighter against him and moaned into his mouth. This was scripted into the scene and Greg had been expecting it, but it sent another surge of lust through him all the same as his erection was ground more firmly against her body. He had to fight to keep from moaning himself.
“Cut!” Fletch barked.
They broke apart, both of them flushed and a little breathless. Greg hoped that the bulge in his jeans was not noticeable by sight. They looked at the director.
“You started off well,” he told them, “but I wasn’t convinced with the transition to the ass-grab.”
“I didn’t grab his ass right?” Mindy said lightly, a sexy smile on her face.
“It should be more of a slide and grab,” Fletch told her in all seriousness. “You just kind of slapped your hands down on him and pulled. Let’s try it again from the top.”
“Slide and pull,” Mindy said. “Okay. I can do that.”
They did it again, and then again, and then three more times before Fletch was satisfied that among all of the footage there would be at least one acceptable take to splice in. Greg and Mindy kissed and rubbed their mouths together until her lipstick and his lip gloss were completely worn off. They groped and grabbed each other time and time again, fingertips touching, scratching, feeling. Through it all, Mindy continued to subtly tease and encourage the throbbing erection Greg had developed.
Christ, he thought helplessly. What is happening to me? If I react like this just from the kissing scene, what’s going to happen tomorrow when we actually push our bare flesh together, when I have to suck her nipple into my mouth?
He employed some self-honesty and found that he was actually looking forward to the experience instead of dreading it.
Filming the dialogue scene in which they agreed to go back to Lyndsay’s house together only took three takes to complete. As such, Greg and Mindy were back at the hotel well before midnight. Both had showered and changed back into their normal clothes. That was a summer dress for Mindy and a dress shirt with slacks for Greg.
“Just enough time for a drink or two,” Mindy said as they strolled into the lobby and headed for the elevators.
“Uh ... well ... actually,” Greg said, “I think I’m going to take a rain check on that drink for tonight.”
Mindy looked at him, disappointment clearly in her eyes. “No drink?” she asked, pouting a little. “How come? It’s become kind of a tradition for us.”
“Yeah ... I guess it has,” he said, “but tonight I’m a little tired. It’s been a long day out in the humidity and the heat. And we’re expected to be at the studio by nine.” And I desperately need to take myself in hand, he did not say. It was true though. His balls were throbbing like those of a teenager after a makeout session.