Jack's Adventures 04: Kara 01 - Sex Stories

Jack's Adventures 04: Kara 01

This is the fourth story.

This is the story of Kara.

Kara was an actress, beautiful and talented, one you see on screen and immediately wonder how she isn't more famous. She had dark red hair, full and long, but wasn't as pale as redheads tend to be. She was about 5'6" with wide hips, a skinny waist, and d-cup tits. Her face was angular and glamorous, but also slightly gawky, with piercing blue eyes. One day I might say she looks like Emily Blunt, the next day I might say she looks like Maya Hawke, another day I might say she looks nothing like either of them. She had a truly unique face. A truly unique, gorgeous face.

We met working on a short film, but not one that I was acting in. I tried my hand at fight choreography for a few months in my twenties, hoping to capitalize off my physical fitness and make more inroads in the industry. This short, a proof-of-concept for an action feature, was my first solo gig, and Kara was the star.

She was a few years younger than me, I think about twenty-three, and already had more credits than most actors get in a lifetime. Our project would normally be too small-time for her, but she knew the director and was doing him a favor. This was also doing me a favor, because it meant I got to spend a lot of rehearsal time with a beautiful young woman, and with a fair amount of physical contact.

Kara and I started meeting a couple weeks before shooting, almost never one-on-one, but along with whatever male actor the scene du jour ...

... called for her to engage in combat. But these actors cycled in and out, and the one constant was the two of us. Over long days in a converted dance studio in the Valley, we discovered we had an easy, unforced chemistry. We got to know each other well, learning not just the other's typical coffee order, but their flexibility, their musculature, the smell of their sweat.

Every morning for two weeks I'd watch Kara walk in, in lululemon leggings and a sports bra, wearing a broad engaging smile that made me feel like the only guy in the world, and I'd think my day couldn't get any better. And then a half hour later I'd be stretching her out, one of her calves on my shoulder as I pressed into her hamstring, my eyes traveling down the curvature of her thigh, over her cameltoe, up her tight belly, to her breasts rising and falling with each controlled breath, and every day I'd realize I was wrong.

Hollywood people are incredibly good at making you feel like the most special person on the planet, and like you're the only one who knows how truly special they are. It's why you might never meet them but you'll go to war online to defend their honor, why you'll stick up for them after it's clear they've done some truly terrible shit. So even though everything was a dream between Kara and I, I knew not to read too much into it, to not assume she wanted to fuck me just because she was smiling at me. (To be fair, this is always a good thing to remember, Hollywood or not)

Until, that ...