This part seemed to come easily to Winnie; she’d done plenty of stage kisses before.
I rested my hand on her bare thigh without letting my full weight bear down on her. She was soft and warm, and I wanted so badly to let my fingers really get a grip. My cock pressed against the zipper of my jeans, and I was so, so thankful we were sitting.
She let out a dramatic moan, and even though I knew it was fake, blood began to pulse in my ears.
“Good,” Jack said, his voice not even tearing me away for a moment as Winnie and I drew back from one another and I smoldered harder than I’ve ever smoldered before.
“Nice, Kallum,” Gretchen said. “Winnie, a little less sleepy and more doe-eyed.”
At Gretchen’s note, Winnie opened her eyes so wide that it looked like she’d just seen a dead reindeer.
Um. Okay.
No one said anything else, so I let my hand travel up her thigh and into her short little skirt where my fingers kept a safe enough distance while my arm made pumping motions.
Winnie’s head rolled back and she made a guttural noise like she’d been possessed.
No one told me to stop, so I continued on through Winnie’s exorcism. She was supposed to do her research, but I guessed getting in touch with your own sexuality was a lot to bite off in just one week.
Still, I couldn’t help but be absolutely enamored with her possessed orgasm, which was perhaps one of the cutest things I’d ever seen. It was the kind of funny thing that made me feel like we were two teenagers in a basement goofing off.
After a few minutes, she threw an arm against her forehead and slumped against the sled like she’d just powerlifted double her weight.
“Cut!” Gretchen called.
“The power of Christ compels you!” some tall, old dude at the props table said with a chuckle.
Gretchen whirled around on him. “Off my set! Now.”
Winnie’s brow furrowed as she looked up to me. “Am I supposed to know what that means?”
“It’s fromThe Exorcist,” Pearl said in an airy voice as she joined us.
“Personally, my favorite line is ‘Your mother sucks cocks in hell,’” Jack said as he approached the sled.
Winnie’s chest began to rise and fall in quick succession. “I—I looked like I was possessed?”
Seeing her upset like this set my whole body on edge, and I’d do just about anything to make her feel better. Truly, I would have ripped a phonebook in half and then torn through a mansion’s worth of drywall for this girl.
“By lust,” Gretchen quickly added. “Possessed by lust. And it’s so important that we get your version of these scenes at all different levels, so that was good. Really good. We started off big, so now we can take it down a notch.”
“It was great,” I told her. “Very believable. That guy was just some old fart. He didn’t mean anything by it.”
She looked from me to Jack to Gretchen, her eyes brimming with tears. “I think I need a minute,” she said as she stepped over me and out of the sleigh. And then ran out of the barn.
I stood up immediately to go after her, but Pearl held up a hand. “Let me handle this one.”
With a nod, I sunk back down. I didn’t have any more right to go talk to her than Pearl did. And maybe she’d feel less awkward with another woman.
Still, she was upset and I wanted to fix it.
Gretchen patted my shoulder. “Pearl is good with, uh, feelings.”
“Can’t fake an orgasm if you’ve never had one,” Jack said beneath his breath.
“Do you really...?” Gretchen paused. “Actually, if I were sentenced to sleep with Michael Bacher for the rest of my life, I don’t think I’d be able to finish either.”
Pearl nodded astutely and mumbled something about “yoni powers” as she followed after Winnie.
