That ass though.-Joel
I will not be a part of this.-Alessandra
Too late.-Joel
I take it back, I’m not going on a date with you if you are really touching your dick right now.-Alessandra
She didn’t mean it. God, I could see her face through this whole conversation. Her little eyebrow, raised with attitude. But then her eyes would get wide, seeing what I was doing. I wish I knew what she would do if she walked in on me right now. Would she join in, or find some way to torture me?
“Fuck!” Thinking about the things she would do made me peak. Cum shot out of my dick and flooded my hand. It was almost too much; I felt my vision go dark for a few seconds.
After cleaning up, I sent her a text and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was a long day, and then my date with my lovely lady would commence.
See you tomorrow. -Spent Joel
Night. -Spent Alessandra
I shook my head and turned off the lights.
The smile on my face never faded, even as I found sleep, where I met with my sexy Brazilian on a topless private beach. It was a fantastic dream.
The next day went by quickly, which was great for me. Alessandra did her job, and there was no flirting or talking about our new upgraded buddy system. Because let’s face it, she really did get off like I did.
We were just too busy. The movie was coming along, and although we shot the scenes out of order, I could tell it was going to be one hell of an epic movie once everything was put together and had some music added to it.
I told Alessandra I’d pick her up from her house around 6:30 p.m. so she could put on my beard, and she agreed. She was still going on a date with me, and I knew it was my chance to keep proving myself to her that I wasn’t this shithead actor that screwed everything in sight.
I was working harder than I ever had before to win a girl, a certifiable crazy girl, but she made it worth it. I was the Joker to her Harley Quinn. The romantic Suicide Squad version, not the comic book version. Those fuckers were horrible to each other.
As I drove back to the cottage to get my shit, I tried to come up with another movie couple analogy for us. Jack and Sally? No, too emo.
Leddy and Dom? Not bad-ass enough for that.
Edward and Bella? Definitely not.
I would figure it out eventually. Every couple had one. Maybe a food one. Mac to my cheese. But we were more than food. This was Hollywood, and a movie was what brought us together.
