The Lake Scene
#27 of The world of the Spirit of '67
"Why the love scenes?"
Jennifer pulled her knees up onto her couch, smoothed the hem of her skirt down. Brushed her sandy-furred hand down over her white stomach, paused a moment to straighten her blouse. "Well there's love scenes that they just don't put any effort into, y'know, just, grunting and groaning and rolling, and there's ones they put effort into. In some the actors really sleep together, even if it's not an erotic romance, that's why there's so many hollywood couples, y'know."
Troy wasn't really watching the movie playback. He settled his black-furred hand on her delicate foot and gave her a gentle squeeze. "That sounds weird. I mean. Do they really do that? That's weird."
Jennifer swung her long muzzle towards the screen. Settled on the couch, re-settled, unsettled. "Well, you can tell a lot about who people are and how they relate to each other by what they do in bed." She shrugged one slender shoulder.
"Well, I can see that. It makes sense when you say it like that, but, like. Acting sex in a movie?" Troy rubbed her ankle, softly felt the firm curve of her calf muscles.
"It can be serious acting." She blinked at him, turned her attention to the movie again, the slow gyrations of bodies. Human bodies.
"Well, yeah, but..."
The couch cushions flexed under her, the dip grew and shrank and grew as she repositioned herself. The back of her blouse had slipped free, showed the tiger-stripes crawling up her back, black lines cutting across the sandy yellow. She pushed her foot into Troy's lap and laughed suddenly, eyes glittering at him. "Lots of people have to act in bed. Besides, what do you think I do on stage?"
Thylacine furry, that's what she was. Real exotic, no wonder they put her on stage, weekends. All the right curves and exotic fur patterning and this huskiness she could put in her voice that just made him melt. No wonder people would want to look at Jennifer. Troy could deal with her being on stage, it was like she said sometimes, sexual expression.
Troy wet his lips. "I guess it's kind of like, uhm. Feelings? Acting feelings, I guess? Lots of actors cry, I've seen that, and, I guess they feel sad while they're doing it? Like, really sad? The only fake parts are the lines? I guess it's kind of like that, but, uhm. With sexuality?"
And besides, she was a secretary most of the time, the stage stuff, that was more a hobby. She always said so.
"Mm." Jennifer watched him for a long, careful moment. Twisted her foot in his lap as she rolled to her side. "I guess that's a good way of looking at it, method acting. For my sad ones I think about ex-boyfriends, and the sensual ones I'll think about things like... that time we made out on the beach?"
"I think about that a lot too." He watched her foot, while she watched male bodies flex with female bodies. Carefully running his fingertip along the tips of her toenails, he thought about the time on the beach. "We should do it again. So what do you think about for the happy ones?"
"Hm?" She jerked her head around. "What?"
"Your, uhm. Happy sex acts."
She scratched the side of her neck, fixating on the screen again. "College," she said after a time. "I was happy in college. And high school. Lot of happy memories from before things got all serious." Jennifer's other foot slipped into his lap. "Nothing recent. Except you."
"Me?"
Her eyes flicked in his direction. The screen. "See that thing he's doing to her leg?" She pointed.
Troy set his palm on the bend of her knee, slid it up her thigh, the grain of her fur scraping along between his fingerpads. "This?"
Jennifer's gaze wandered to nothing in particular. She snuggled down on the couch, straightened her leg over his lap. "Yeah. It's a little thing. Inner thigh's blatantly sexual, but like that it's very sensual."
Troy cleared his throat uncomfortably. "His hand's going towards her butt."
Jen rolled her eyes. "Yeah but he doesn't actually touch her butt. He wants the feel of her. You can interpret it differently if you want but, it's a huge connection."
"How can he do that, though? As an actor? How can they do that? I mean, I get that sex can be portrayed by actors but how can he just touch her like that? Make, um. Make love? Those two aren't a couple, are they?"
"Frank Lacey and Kathy Marlton?" Jen shook her head. "No, but there's an openness about sexuality with actors. The body's a beautiful thing, use it however you want, share it, nothing to be shameful about. The press obviously makes a big stink about sex parties and orgies and things, but." She lifted her shoulder, dropped it fluidly. "Sex is different things to different people."
Mouse. That's what he was. A mouse. Small, afraid, voiceless. No wonder he'd never say anything, or ask anything, or do anything, he'd just let that one rest. No wonder he didn't think about it. But he could deal with Jennifer and the whole open relationships thing. He said so often, and it didn't come up much.
"Every relationship's different. Casual, serious, in between, sometimes one thing sometimes the other, huh?" He ran his palm over her thigh again, fingers loose so the friction of her fur pushed them wide apart. "I bet the actors are pretty close, at least, while they're doing that. Close friends? Maybe I don't get it but there's nothing wrong with it, I guess? It can be a beautiful thing."
Besides, if he said it enough that made it a little more true each time he said it, didn't it?
She licked her lips, glanced back at him. "You don't need to understand something to know it's beautiful? Something like that?"
Troy dipped down, kissed her thigh. "Something like that." He held her fur flat and edged closer, found one of those tiger-stripes where they started on the back of her thigh. Kissed her there, where her fur was the same colour as his.
Her eyes, half lidded, flicked between the screen and the tip of his snout. "Now that, that's really pushing the line between sensual and sexual."
"This?" He grasped her thigh tight, pushed up the hem of her skirt, ran his tongue down to the stripe's point and closed his mouth over her damp fur.
"Yes. That." She flexed out her foot.
Troy kicked off his shoes and crawled along the couch behind her. "Make space."
She shuffled forward, pulled up the loose part of her skirt so he didn't lay on it, flicked her tail out of the way.
He lay behind her, filled the warm hollow she left, pulled her back against his stomach and chest. "So is it good or bad that it's sexy and sensual?"
Jennifer propped her head up on a hand and idly smoothed down her skirt. "Good. Maybe it's still too soon."
He flattened his palm on her thigh, dragged it along her fur, pushing the skirt back up to her hip. "So it needs to slow down? Just be sensual?" He dipped his nose against her hair.
"Well, uh." Jennifer bit her lip, pressing back against him. "Are you asking about the love scene, or...?"
"I'm just asking."
"You can be sexual, if you want. It's too soon if you're going to stop, though. I thought you were gonna stop."
"Why'd you think that?"
"Because they stop, see?" Jennifer touched her screen's remote console, wound back. "He kisses her thigh and they have to stop because they're found out."
"You have locks on your doors."
Jennifer's tail slapped his thigh. "Yeah, but, uhm. They had to stop."
"They had to stop." Troy nuzzled the back of her neck.
The second slap of her tail was more insistent. "Yes."
"We don't have to stop." He rested a hand on her hip.
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but they do. They make love properly later."
He caught her skirt with his fingers, dug into the crumpled fabric and pulled it up over her stomach, inch by inch. "So skip ahead." He kissed her shoulder through her blouse.
"But then we miss the lake scene." She picked up a loose fold of her skirt and pulled it up out of his way. Dug her teeth into her lip.
"What happens at the lake scene?" He scraped his fingertips down off her skirt and across her fur and underneath the thin laced band of her underwear.
Jennifer shut her eyes and ran her fingers up and down his wrist. "Foreplay."
"Yeah, but you're already wet." Troy closed his mouth on the tip of her ear. Made her grind back against him, made her twist her hips, all with a tiny little touch.
"Foreplay's important." She slapped his thigh with her tail again, not so hard.
He found the best place to touch, soft and delicate and wet, and the next slap was a lot harder. "Is this foreplay?"
"Only if this isn't where it ends. Foreplay's all about where it starts." She pressed her shoulders back against his chest, bowed her head, exposing the curve of her neck.
"Is that the lake scene, now?" He buried his snout in the soft curve running down to her shoulder.
Her voice was very soft. "Yeah."
"So it starts here." He kissed her neck tenderly.
Her eyes slid blissfully shut. "Yeah."
"And it starts here, too." That good place to touch, it made her shiver.
"Not in the movie..." She pressed her thighs together, warm and firm, catching his hand in place.
He curled a finger. "So I should stop?"
She bit her lip, twisting her back.
"Jen?" He kissed the back of her ear. "We can do it like in the lake scene."
"They don't make love properly in the lake scene." She chewed, hard. "It's just foreplay."
He straightened his finger, curled it harder, made Jennifer squirm beside him. "What kind of foreplay?"
She shoved her shoulder against the cushions, dug her thumbs in under the lace and pushed her underwear down. "The, uhm. The not enough, kind."
"So would this be sensual or sexual?" He nuzzled the collar of her blouse, pushing it at her shoulder, but it was buttoned too tight to slip off.
"The line's blurry." She folded her legs for a moment, dragged her underwear off her ankles and flicked it off the couch. Lifted her knee just so, shivered just so when he spread his hand.
"Foreplay's where it starts, right?" Troy pressed at the collar, harder, until she got the message and popped the button free. He closed his mouth on her fur, bit down.
Jennifer opened another button. Took a slow, husky breath. "Yeah."
"We've got the whole night." He writhed against her back, lifted his knee up between her legs. "So making love's foreplay, right?"
"That's not how foreplay works." Her tail came down hard on his thigh. Real hard. "But I like what you're thinking."
He pulled his hand from her, and wrenched the button of his slacks. "So what happens after the lake scene?"
"They make love. We better be ready for that." She rolled her hips, tucking her tail to one side.
"So how long is the scene?" Troy kissed her shoulder again, twisted a little to get his slacks down. Eased his briefs off.
Jennifer squirmed around on the couch, lifting her leg. "Pretty short..."
Troy yanked a cushion under his hip and curled up along her back.
She bent a little, reaching between her legs. She pulled him between them, past her tail to one side, shut her thighs around his length and wedged it against the spot that made her shiver.
He leaned his head beside hers. Tensed himself, down there, and she shivered.
She gently unpicked the buttons of her blouse, he pulled the back up and unclipped her bra, she let it hang loose, he flattened his palms across her breasts like in the lake scene.
She flattened her hand against his pink tip, just visible between her thighs. Pressed it to herself, gazing up at the screen lazily.
He kissed her hair, ever so softly.
Jennifer angled her hips and leaned forward a little, lifting her leg again.
Troy waited for the scene to cross-fade, and flexed.
Her fingers guided him in, she breathed out.
He flexed again.
She gasped.
He shut his eyes and didn't think about the movie, and didn't think about her on stage, and didn't think about open relationships.
Instead, Troy pressed his foot against the arm rest and braced himself while he thrust, and made her shiver. Instead, Troy curled his arms around her waist and held her skirt out of the way.
Jennifer knew exactly where his pink erection disappeared to with each movement of his body. She bit the tip of her thumb for a moment. "Just there," she whispered. "Just there."
He kissed her neck, thrust, sagged back, thrust, sagged back, thrust, and burned, and thrust, and burned, and thrust.
She quivered in his arms, like a delicate leaf caught in wind. Her knee thrashed back and forth, her tail jolted against his side.
Troy shuddered, his whole body along her spine, gripped her hips tight and pulled her close, grinding, rocking back and forth in orgasm, his mouth slack and his breath fast and hot and full of pleasure.
Jennifer clenched on him, and clenched, and clenched, and clenched. She slowed, and wheezed out slow breaths. Reached back and pulled his thigh against hers so he wouldn't slip, so they could lay together, linked, a little longer.
Troy kissed her hair.
Jennifer bent her head to the side, exposing her neck.
He kissed her neck, too. "So this is still foreplay, right?"
"Um." She grazed her face along an arm rest, shy. "Only if we're gonna fuck again."
"Mmm. You gonna rewind the movie? "
Jennifer smiled slowly. "Only if this is foreplay."
Troy had to kiss her a lot before she went back to the lake scene.
They watched it twice more, ignored it once.