Lush Life

June 2019, Los Angeles, California.

I was laying in bed with my IPad balanced on my stomach, half-watching YouTube and half-scrolling through Ana's texts from earlier. She sent a selfie from set, no makeup with tired eyes and a simple "miss u" under it. I sent back a heart and instead of waiting on a response, I figured she was filming or asleep.

That's when my phone buzzed.

SECURITY ALERT - MOTION AT FRONT GATE

I leaned over and grabbed it from the dresser, tapping into the security app. There was a white drop top parked just outside. Clean with chrome rims, it looked like it was just washed or never been driven. Inside it sat two girls. One blonde, one with long, jet black hair.

At first I didn't recognize them until the raven haired girl leaned into the camera, squinting like she knew I was watching. The blonde smiled and opened her phone.

That's when it hit me. Kathryn Newton and Geraldine Viswanathan. I'd seen Blockers with Ana a while back and I remembered her nudging me in the arm nearly every time they were doing something suggestive on screen.

They weren't moving. That was the thing. Just sitting there, music playing faintly through the camera mic. No one was messing with the keypad. They weren't trying to sneak in or shout through the speaker. Just... waiting.

I sighed and slid out of bed, remembering what Kiernan told me when I was admittedly a little reckless. I buzzed the gate open. The quiet click from the app confirmed the lock release. I tossed on a tee and padded downstairs barefoot, running a hand through my hair.

When I opened the front door they were already stepping out. Kathryn in a sleeveless, cream-colored top and high-waisted jeans, brushing at her long blonde locks. Geraldine. Damn. Her dark hair, her womanly curves, her deep olive skin catching the warm sun. She wore a thin, only slightly showy yellow sundress with thin straps and buttons that barely contained her breasts.

"Hey, Kiernan said you were chill." Geraldine said, smoothing out her dress.

"Okay..." I said, leaning against the doorway. "So what exactly do you two plan on doing here?"

"Get a little buzzed," Kathryn shrugged. "Maybe get a tan. Watch a movie. I don't know. It's a Tuesday." She said, looking around like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Geraldine didn't say anything yet. She just stepped around her side of the car and looked at me properly for the first time. Her head tilted up. Then tilted more.

"How tall are you?"

"Six-five."

"Good lord," she muttered, not impressed, more so confused. Her eyes scanned my arms and chest while Kathryn was already at the door, slipping her sunglasses into the neckline of her top.

"Is this the part where you act all mysterious?" Kathryn beamed up at me.

"No, this is the part where I tell you I haven't cleaned the kitchen since... like Friday."

"Perfect," Kathryn said, brushing past me.

Geraldine followed, still watching me like I was a local cryptid. I let them inside, now just wondering what Kiernan had told them.

Kathryn made it a few steps inside before quickly turning on her heel.

"Oh, can you be a doll and get our bags?" She asked, clasping her hands together. "Y'know, with those big strong arms of yours."

She bit the corner of her lip like a high schooler. I stared at her.

"Just how long do you two plan on staying?"

Kathryn batted her lashes like a cartoon character and twisted the toe of her sneaker against the hardwood. Geraldine, behind her, adjusted the neckline of her dress, just enough to tease a soft shadow of deep cleavage.

"We brought chargers." Geraldine finally said.

Kathryn beamed at me.

I muttered under my breath and turned around, making my way to their car. There were two duffel bags in the backseat, one small and pink, the other heavy and black. As I slung the heavier bag over my shoulder, I looked back at the house.

Through the window I could see them moving around. Kathryn opening cabinets like she lived here and Geraldine plopping down on one of the dual couches. I shook my head and carried the bags inside, blaming Kiernan for everything.

*

Kathryn was stretched out on a lounge chair by the pool, sunlight bouncing off the water and catching on the neon-yellow two-piece she'd picked out of her bag. It clung to her like it was painted on. She had one leg crooked over the other, sunglasses on and a cocktail sweating on the little side table beside her.

I was on the couch next to Geraldine. A grainy, black and white movie flickered across the screen. I wasn't really watching it, but she was.

"This is Clouzot. Henri-Georges Clouzot. They called him the French Hitchcock, but he hated that. He said Hitchcock was the English Clouzot." She laughed under her breath, then kept going, her voice quickening with excitement. "Look at the framing, see how the shadows eat into the character? That wasn't the budget. That was, like his thing. He wanted you to feel trapped before the plot even started, y'know?"

I nodded along more out of habit until I noticed just how passionate she was. Like me when I got going about rolling, soundscapes, or anything involving the editing room. For a moment, I forgot Kathryn was sunning in my pool.

Geraldine tilted her head toward me. She caught me staring and smiled. "What?"

"I just didn't think you'd be the one to school me on this."

"Why? You don't think I watch movies?"

"No. I just didn't expect you to sound like me when I was younger." I shrugged.

Geraldine leaned in until her hand met my forearm.

"I'm actually a big fan of your work," she said, lowering her voice. "Like, genuinely. Not in the 'I just googled your name on the way here' kind of way."

"Hopefully you wouldn't find anything if you did."

"Kathryn didn't. But honestly? It makes you even sexier."

"You always compliment people mid-lecture?" I asked, clearing my throat a bit.

"Only when they're cute and pretending to pay attention."

"I wasn't pretending."

"Uh huh. Okay Mr. Film guy. Quiz time. What's the plot of the movie we've been watching?"

I paused a little too long. "Uh... betrayal? There's a guy... and a girl... and shadows."

"Wow," Geraldine clicked her tongue. "You really were watching Kathryn this whole time."

I didn't deny it, mainly because she didn't seem upset. If anything, she looked a little smug.

"I should've known you were just another pretty, big broad guy." She smiled.

I wanted to respond, but her fingers shot to the front of her dress, popping one button, then another. The soft yellow fabric parted just enough to tease the delicious curve of her tits, still barely held by the thin straps on her shoulders.

Then she kissed me without warning, leaning in and pressing her lips to mine. I kissed her back, my hand brushing her thigh as my thumb grazed her bare skin. Her tongue tasted like citrus and a little alcohol. Whatever Kathryn had mixed.

When she pulled back, her breathing was slow and steady.

"Jeez," I huffed, trying to catch my breath. "They give you that grip strength in film school?"

Geraldine rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

"Please," she said, and with a casual shrug both of the thin straps of her dress slipped down her shoulders. The fabric slid effortlessly, peeling away from her smooth skin, her big breasts falling free with a weightless, mouthwatering grace.

"Now you're paying attention..." she smirked.

I leaned in, cupping her softly with one hand tracing the warm curve of her tit, the other steady against her soft waist. I kissed her collarbone, the tip of my nose brushing against her skin. I felt her fingers tighten on my forearm as she tilted her head back slightly, a low moan escaping her thick lips.

"Go lower," she whispered.

My lips traveled down, my tongue brushing the dip of her sternum before I took her breast into my mouth, worshiping the softness with slow, circular licks. The movie kept playing, two French voices were arguing on screen, but neither of us cared.

"Fuck..." Geraldine whispered, her hands curling into my hair.

I suckled at her thick nipples like they were my lifeforce until she pushed me off gently. For a moment I thought I went too far. But then she smiled, lazy and gorgeous.

"Take a hint," she murmured, standing up with a little stretch. Her dress slid down her thick, womanly body like liquid, yellow pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it and plopped back down to the couch, unapologetically flaunting her curves.

"Should we turn the TV off?" She asked.

"The French cussing is actually helping. Makes this whole thing feel highbrow."

"God, you're so weird." She rolled her eyes again.

I didn't argue with her, I just knelt down. I started at her knee and kissed it, then my lips traveled lower between her thighs. She let out a deep breath. Outside, the pool glimmered. Inside, the film's argument reached its climax, rapid-fire French that matched the pace of my tongue on her skin.

I kissed higher, until her breath caught again. Her fingers curled into the cushion behind her. I slid my hands along her thighs, hooking my thumb around the thin band of her underwear.

"Y'know," I started as I peeled them down. "Not many film nerds end up as actresses."

Geraldine snorted, but there was a tiny hitch in her laugh.

"Yeah, well... Not a lot of people pick me first."

Her words hung in the air for a moment. Then her eyes drifted to the window. Outside, Kathryn was still lounging, oblivious and glowing. Geraldine looked back down, a little quiver in her lips. I didn't say anything, instead just kissing her inner thigh until her skin trembled. When I found her folds, I licked her with one slow stroke, swiping my tongue with a firm drag.

"Mmh..." She gasped, her hips lifting just enough to press into me. Her fingers found my hair again, pulling me in. Her thighs quivered around my shoulders. Whatever insecurities lived quietly behind those gorgeous eyes of hers, I erased them with one smooth stroke of my tongue at a time. I kept going, lapping at her wetness and letting her thick hips guide me until her hands tightened in my scalp.

"Fuck..." She gasped, her voice cracking softly. Then she came, her breath quickened. Her back arched. Her thighs closed around me like she didn't want to let me go. Her mouth hung open as her hands left my hair, gripping her own tits like life rafts. I stayed with her through it, keeping my tongue flat while being smothered by her legs.

When I finally lifted my head, she was staring at me in shock. On the TV, the film faded to black. Then she smiled.

"That..." She laughed. "Was a lot better than Clouzot."

I was about to say something back, something dumb, when we heard footsteps from the back door. Wet feet slapping lightly on the tile.

"Shit!" Geraldine yelped. She scrambled, grabbing her dress and holding it to her chest like it might turn her invisible. I slid off the couch and crouched by the TV stand.

"What are you doing?" She hissed.

"Fixing the TV."

"There's nothing wrong with it."

"I said I'm fixing it."

Geraldine choked back a laugh, barely able to get her arm through the dress as the door creaked open.

Kathryn stepped in with a towel over her shoulders, her eyes adjusting to the change.

"Why is it so dark in here?" she asked, glancing around. "...And why does it smell like..."

"TV froze. Trying to fix it. Weird European file format." I said quickly.

Kathryn squinted at the screen, then shrugged.

"Well, I'm getting in the shower. Then I'm picking the next movie. Something with explosions."

With that, Kathryn disappeared upstairs.

Geraldine let out a long, wheezing breath, her dress halfway button and completely crooked. I sat on the couch and looked over at her.

"Think she noticed?"

Geraldine just flopped back on the couch, covering her eyes with her forearm.

"I hate you." She said with a grin. But then, the moment we heard the upstairs bathroom door click shut, she pounced.

Geraldine tossed the half-buttoned dress aside and climbed into my lap, kissing me hard, her hands gripping the back of my neck like she'd been holding it in since the second she came. Her lips were firm and moist as her tits pressed into my chest.

"Jesus-" I started to say. She pushed me deeper into the back of the couch like I weighed nothing.

"Film nerd strength," she murmured into my mouth, straddling me.

I grinned against her lips. "So that's why your bag was so heavy?"

"Shut up," she whispered, kissing my jaw, her fingers already slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. "Strip."

"What?"

"Strip. So I can return the favor." She said, sliding off me just a bit.

"Geraldine, you don't have to-"

"You scared?" She smirked devilishly.

I tossed my tee to the side and kicked my shorts off. Her eyes raked down my body, that same slightly stunned look from earlier returning. Then she slid down off the couch completely with no hesitation. She wrapped her hand around my cock then her mouth followed.

Warm, slow and steady. Her tongue teased the tip as her lips sealed tight. She kept her rhythm as smooth as the pacing of a perfectly edited montage. Every flick of her tongue, every little inhale she took felt planned. I groaned hard, resting a hand on her shoulder. The screen had gone black now, reflecting just the faintest outline of her bobbing head and my dazed face.

Geraldine kept slurping and suckling nice and slow, her thick lips sliding up and down more and more with every pass. My hand brushed her hair back, and she didn't stop, just looked up at me with those dark, curious eyes and kept going like she wanted me shaking. Smooth and wet 'slrp slrp slrp's' filled the air, the looseness of her tongue doing the majority of the messy work.

Then she stopped, pulling back with a breathy little pop from her lips. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and tilted her head cutely. "You wanna feel these tits? The ones you've been staring at all day?"

I nodded way too fast, unashamed and throbbing.

Geraldine giggled. "God, you're so easy."

Then she rose up on her knees, bringing her delicious tits forward and guiding my cock between them. Fat, warm, and perfect. More than I'd imagined and probably more than I could handle. Geraldine squeezed her caramel mounds together tightly, her breathing shaky as she found a lewd rhythm, a gentle clap against my thighs.

Excitement danced in her eyes now, too. The way my jaw clenched as I stared at her, I felt like I'd destroy my teeth. A heavy, relentless smack bounced around in my ears like a drum. My cock was buried beneath the sea of silky-brown breast flesh, the tip oozing precum and banging against her chin.

"You good?"she asked.

I nodded again.

"Good," she smiled, gently licking at the blip of white that leaked out of me. "I'm doing great..."

Geraldine kept going, her rhythm tightening, the squeeze of her breasts around me building into an inevitable explosion. My breathing grew shallow. My hands clenched the couch cushions. I was right there.

Then she stopped, pulling back with a grin, her hands resting on my thighs.

"You're close." she said softly.

I could barely move my head.

She smirked, then glanced upstairs. "Kathryn takes long showers, but not *that* long."

"So... what do *you* want?" I groaned, still barely understanding her insecurity.

Geraldine didn't answer, instead she rose onto the couch, swung a leg over me, and straddled my lap. Her entire being was soft and warm, her tits brushing against me and her nipples teasing my skin with every breath. She planted her feet on the cushions beside my legs, squatting low, her hips hovering just above my cock.

Then she raised herself to press her boobs into my face. I wrapped my arms around her waist instinctively, my lips brushing the soft underside of her breast. I held her gently to steady her. She pulled back and looked down at me, her hair running down the side of her head. Then she kissed me, fighting my tongue and moaning into my mouth.

Geraldine then shifted her hips, lowering her folds down onto my cock achingly slowly, letting every inch melt into place with the kiss still between us. Her body trembled beautifully as I exhaled against her lips, feeling her thickness blanket me. There was no sound but our breathing and the faint hum of water through the pipes above.

"Fuuckk... you're thick dude..." She huffed against my nose when her ass met my sack.

"Look who's talking..." I chuckled, running my hands over her pillowy sides and tummy. That got a smile out of her.

Geraldine moved slowly, riding me with a deep rhythm, her motion tight and grounded by my hands on her hips. My fingers pressed into her skin, guiding her just enough to keep us in sync. Her moans spilled from her lips in small gasps, her head tilting back before rolling forward again. We kissed, took a deep breath, then kissed again. Her forehead pressed against mine.

"What's your favorite movie?"

"Now?" I huffed.

"Yeah," she bit her lip as she sank onto me again. "Now... Don't lie."

"...Cars," I muttered.

Geraldine's moan cracked in the middle as she stared at me with wide eyes.

"Seriously?"

I kissed her collarbone before she could spiral, then I moved lower, my mouth worshipping the slope of her breasts. Her rhythm faltered just a bit, every small flutter of her folds sending shocks through my legs.

"Like... Pixar?" she asked, her voice pitching up as she bounced gently on my lap.

"Yup," I groaned between the soft swell of her tits. Geraldine buried her face in my shoulder with a muffled groan.

"I'm fucking a criminal." She laughed.

I held her tighter, kissing every inch of her tits, rolling my hips gently up into hers with every press of my lips.

"Tell yourself that when you cum again," I whispered.

Geraldine let out another little laugh, but then her pace grew frantic. Her nails dug into my shoulders as the tension overwhelmed her teasing.

"Don't stop..." she begged.

I thrust up into her as she rode me. My hands gripped her hips, guiding her through the tremble starting to take over her body.

"Fuck!" she gasped, her head dipping against mine. "I'm! I'm! Haaaah!"

Geraldine's pussy clenched around me, her thighs quaking as her body gave in, moaning through it with ragged breaths.

"C'mon... cum in my pussy..." She whimpered into my ear and I popped. I buried my face in her neck, holding her close as I spilled inside of her, the release crashing through me in waves I didn't even attempt to control. Geraldine's pussy milked every drop from me, her sweaty curves pressing against my skin.

"Mmm..." She moaned into my shoulder and kissed my earlobe. "Of course you like Cars."

The pipes groaned upstairs. Kathryn was still in the shower.

"You can use the guest bathroom in the basement," I murmured into Geraldine's hair, still holding her tight. She nodded and gave me one last kiss on the lips, peeling herself off me with a pleased sigh. She picked up her crumpled dress as beads of sweat trailed down her body and a faint line of white leaking down her inner thighs.

I stayed on the couch to catch my breath until I heard a bump from upstairs. Geraldine was humming to herself as she walked downstairs to the guest bathroom, as oblivious as Kathryn was in the pool. I grabbed my shorts and put on my shirt, climbing the stairs and smelling Ana's soap. That light jasmine and sandalwood blend she always used. Not the stuff in the guest shower.

I stepped into the hallway. More bumping and fabric shifting. Something fell. I turned the corner into the master bedroom. The door creaked open. Clothes were scattered across the floor. A tank top. A bikini top. Jean shorts. The walk-in closet door was wide open.

"God, I would kill for a closet like this." Kathryn said to herself, halfway dressed and halfway undressed. She stood in front of the long mirror at the end of Ana's closet, her blonde hair still damp from the shower and falling wild around her shoulders. She wore a skirt that definitely belonged to Ana... and nothing else.