Jack's Adventures 04: Kara 01 - Sex Stories

Jack's Adventures 04: Kara 01

... is, a small event at the end of her training.

We were working with another actor on the climactic fight of the film, on the final day before shooting started, and it just wasn't working. Kara was bringing it and hitting every move with gusto, but this guy, tall and musclebound and by all appearances the perfect action movie star, wasn't. I don't know if it was fear (not wanting to accidentally hurt a girl) or vanity (not wanting people to see the girl hurt him) but he wasn't committing to the moves and it looked fake. After an umpteenth failed run-through, my frustration boiling over, I stepped in.

"Step out for a second," I said to him. "Watch me."

He moved off the mats we were working on and I squared off in front of Kara.

"Action," I said.

She lunged at me, swinging a fist. I ducked it, put my hands on her back and drove my knee into her stomach. She grunted and wrapped around me and put a forearm across my neck, then I reached behind me with one arm and I flipped her forward, over my shoulder onto her back. Then I flipped around and spryly landed on top of her, straddling her waist. She threw a cross-punch, I grabbed her wrist. She threw another, I grabbed her other wrist. I pushed down with my body weight and pinned her arms on the mat over her head. My face was now an inch from hers, both of us breathing heavily, staring daggers into each other's eyes.

And we were only there a couple more seconds, but it was significantly longer than we needed to be. I ...

... was holding her wrists down tightly, suddenly intent on showing her how easily I could overpower her, and she was biting her lip and subtly grinding her belly against my crotch. I instantly knew the Hollywood way didn't apply here. She wanted to fuck me.

Fast forward to the wrap party. The shoot went great, but everyone was relieved an arduous couple weeks were over. We went to a bar in Studio City to celebrate, twenty of us taking over a couple tables in the back and letting loose. Kara was dressed casually, in a hoodie and jeans, but the hoodie was unzipped far enough down to show off some lovely cleavage, and it seemed she wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, only a bra. She was a mild-mannered, down-to-earth girl, who nonetheless had no qualms about flaunting her incredible rack.

Nothing had happened between us yet, but I could tell over the course of production that I had made an impression on her, that I was clearly the person she was most excited to hang out with each day. Now that we were no longer coworkers, I was hoping I could seal the deal and take her home after the party.

I wasn't the only one. Because of how close Kara and I had become, we spent most of the wrap party in close proximity to each other. This meant I spent most of the party in close proximity to every other guy who'd worked on the film, because all of them were trying to be the one to screw her. Kara was handling their interest like a pro, making them all feel special while subtly shutting ...