1. Bosom Buddies, Ch 5


    Date: 6/16/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: KennethPierce, Source: LushStories

    “We’ve got fifteen minutes of sun left, people, let’s see some hustle!” Damn, that girl was loud. My ears had grown accustomed to the gale-force winds blowing in from the ocean, and her voice still made me flinch. There were five of us on that beach, all told. Nick was bitching about his werewolf costume, Dan was fumbling with the camera, Andy had given up trying to record usable sound over the unexpected wind, I was doing my absolute best to concentrate on directing the upcoming scene (and not the big-breasted girl changing her clothes in my parents’ minivan)— And then, there was Rachel. Rachel Klein, to be precise. Our producer, and tyrannical leader of the school’s AV Club. Four feet and ten inches of undiluted, badass motherfucker. No makeup (“Fuck that, do you realize how long it takes to put on makeup? I’m adding years onto my lifespan!”), neon blue hair in a high-pony, size 5 steel-toed boots, and razor-sharp glasses. I guess I sort of had a crush on her for a while. Not sure if it was because I was still really insecure around women back then and her super aggressive personality kind of thrilled me, or if it was just because she never wore a bra. Another gust of salty wind blasted us, practically toppling our petite little producer into the sand. “Fuck! Fuck this fucking wind!” I could see that her little tantrum was having an adverse effect on everyone’s morale, so I quietly suggested she tone it down a notch. Rachel didn’t like that— “Listen, Ian, you guys can be ...
    happy, or you guys can be miserable, but it doesn’t change the fact that, if we don’t get this shot off in the next fifteen minutes, we will be filming a daytime scene in the dark!” “Okay, okay! I’ll go see if our leading lady is ready yet.” I hurried across the miserable grey beach, cold sand hopping down inside my shoes with each step. The beat-up minivan my parents had recently bequeathed me on my eighteenth birthday was parked not far off, covered with a tarp to protect the modesty of the young lady inside— That tarp blew off as I approached. For a fraction of a second, I caught a glimpse through the windshield of an unbelievably gorgeous body: the nude back of a perfect, hourglass figure, the side of a magnificent breast, hidden teasingly behind a curtain of long blonde hair… With a shriek, Corrine ducked down and covered herself up. “Sorry!” I shouted, averting my eyes and chasing after the damn tarp. “The wind got it, hang on!” By the time I had retrieved that fucking tarp and returned to the van, my beautiful “actress” was already dressed, the brief costume I had picked out from her closet a day earlier hidden beneath a bathrobe to protect her from the wind. “Sorry, Corrine! Sorry! I didn’t see anything!” “Then why apologize?” She smirked knowingly at me and hurried over to where we were shooting on the beach. She was so damn tall, the bathrobe looked almost miniature on her—long, smooth legs exposed up to her ass as she trotted across the sand. I quickly ran my two ...
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