“We haven’t even gotten to the sex part yet,” Dana said.
“I know. Sorry. I’ll do better.”
Dana closed the door and turned to her.
“Are we okay? Is it about what happened this morning?”
“No, we’re fine. I think I just… I keep feelingyou, not Bray. I told you, I’ve never slept with a co-star before. This is all new to me.”
“You’re feelingme?”
“Yes. And I’m getting turned on. Could you not feel my nipple back there?”
“Rock-hard,” Dana said, and instead of walking to Samara, she headed toward the small trailer bathroom. “Give me a minute. I’ll be right back.”
“Dana, we’re down to, like, ten minutes here, and I need to figure out a way not to get turned on when you touch me so that I can get through this damn scene.”
“I know,” Dana said. “Just stay there. Don’t move.”
Samara sighed, but she stood there and waited until Dana walked out of the bathroom and headed toward her.
“Okay. What’s–”
Dana cut her off by moving Samara until she was pressed to the closed bathroom door and kissed her neck.
“Oh,” she said, realizing what Dana had planned. “We shouldn’t.”
“We should. I want it, too,” Dana replied.
“Wait. What–” Samara felt something and looked down when Dana pulled back.
“I went home before I came here, and I got something.” Dana unzipped her jeans and pulled it out. “Isthiswhat you wanted?”
“Oh, wow,” she said. “Yes. But is it–”
“It’s clean,” Dana told her. “And I’ve only ever used it on myself, in case you were asking about that. I brought a condom if you’d be more comfortable with that, but–”
Samara interrupted Dana this time by pulling her in for a kiss, and Dana shoved at her pants a little more. She reached for the hem of the dress Samara wore for the scene and lifted it, tugging down on the panties she found there until Samara could shimmy out of them and let them fall to the floor.
“Are you ready for me, or should I warm you up first?”
“I’m ready.”
Samara spread her legs.
“Are you sure?”
“You can feel for yourself.”
Dana reached between them and stroked Samara’s clit, feeling how wet she was for her.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, exactly. Now, you knowwhyI couldn’t concentrate. I can’t stop thinking about you touching me for real. I need it now.”
“Let me help at least take the edge off a bit.” Dana moved the tip of the dildo to Samara’s entrance and slowly pushed it inside. “Okay?”
“Yes. More,” she replied. “And don’t ask. Just take. It’s what I want.”
