…Film 2

I arrived in Brighton like a woman in a foreign land. I had never been to the South Coast before and was amazed at how briskly the wind blows and the accents caught me off guard somewhat. Anyway, I met Susan, the producer, at her small studio set-up on Wilson Avenue, a big house overlooking a park. She obviously made a fair amount of dough judging by the number of rooms the place had, and all freshly decorated. Jacuzzi in the bathroom, one bedroom decked-out like a teenager’s, another like a young lad’s, another like a married couple’s; cellar set-up for more kinky stuff. We went to the office, which I suspect also double for a set, knowing the sorts of story-lines that pornography tends to graduate towards and Susan explained her idea for the shoot more fully and told me that Tina, the more experienced actress hired to be my co-star, was stuck in traffic down form London but should be here before too soon.

I was far more nervous than I had ever been on the first movie, here in a strange land, talking to a stranger, about to meet with a complete unknown with whom I was to have my first lesbian experience. Susan reassured me somewhat by explaining that she would do all the shooting herself. She had done away with a film crew by hiding sensitive microphones all over the living room (where the action was set to happen) and by rigging lights herself the night before. She invited me to avail myself of the bathroom and master bedroom upstairs to freshen-up and make myself feel beautiful and ready while she did final battery checks and waited for the postman to have been and gone.

As I was straightening my hair, up in the sumptuous master bedroom, I heard tyres on gravel and looked out of the window to see a four-by-four pull into the driveway. The door opened to divulge black leather booted legs in skinny jeans, a fleece-lined bomber jacket and more dark-golden curls than I’d ever seen on anyone before. Although she was wearing large, stylish sunglasses, you could tell that the owner of the above was an attractive, confident woman and that detail made me wet.

Arriving downstairs with my outfit on (and sexy outfit on underneath), I took a deep breath and entered the kitchen, where Tina and Susan were drinking herbal tea and laughing over news of a shared friend. Susan gasped in delight when she saw me and, rushing over to put a friendly arm across my shoulders, introduced me to Tina. Tina, even more stunning than I had imagined from my brief glimpse at the window, smiled widely like a tiger and came right over. I was expecting a gentle handshake from those expertly manicured fingers, or even a welcome hug but no, Tina came in close and smooched me full on the lips. I was too shocked to kiss her back or do much other than stand there. As she pulled away slowly, making a low purring noise, I took a long steadying breath and then said, ‘Hi’. Tina and Susan both laughed at my shock and Susan chided Tina for being such an outrageous flirt. Both could see, though, that the flirt had done its trick and that I was in for the whole package.

After Susan had explained the whole shoot to us and given us the main pointers, she walked us around the set and explained that she wanted to do the film in one take. She had a static camera on autofocus for the wider shots, allowing her to come in and out and move around us for a more personal and varied array of angles. She had an editing suite on site and explained she could have the whole thing ready by the weekend. She suggested a light lunch of crudités, charcuterie and cheeses before we got stuck in as ‘we don’t want one desire interfering with another,’ and then it happened.

If you ever get to see the film, it is much as follows: My friend, Tina, is over because I have just broken-up with my husband following a long row. I don’t know if he’s done it before but he’s been sleeping with his secretary and has shagged her in our marital bed. Tina, all tea and sympathy suggests that men are all pigs and that two can play at that game. Not quite comprehending what she means, Tina leans over and kisses me (we’d already broken that ice!) and tells me that what sweeter way to get revenge than by indulging in all men’s fantasy but denying my husband the pleasure of being there. Tina, all for me.

Yes, it was quite a silly plot, but then plot is not generally the main thrust of adult movies and, for what it was, I thought the chemistry between Tina and myself was genuine, the desire on part certainly was. Also the plot conveniently cast me as the innocent one, allowing my far more experienced colleague to show me the way. There was so much kissing and caressing I thought, ‘I could get used to this’, she expertly guided me out of my clothes and my undergarments, never leaving me without affection of one sort or another all the while. And then, naked, but for the masses of curls constantly draping me from Tina’s beautiful hair before being swept aside for the camera’s benefit, she kissed me between the legs in a way no man ever had. I came, reader, I came so hard that I'm still vibrating from it all these years later. It began in my toes and worked its was up through my legs like the flow of lava as it bursts through the bedrock and explodes like a million suns. My island was destroyed and became all the more fertile afterwards form it.

We made each other cream in every conceivable way. It went on for hours. Hours. I loved the taste of her and, so it seems, I was a natural at giving head. All I had to do was imagine what I would like and indeed she liked it. Eventually Susan had to interrupt and say that both the batteries and the spare batteries had expired on her cameras. Tina grinned apologetically and suggested we head upstairs to freshen up.
That shower, with Tina, was amazing. Susan was almost asleep by the time we came back downstairs. I kissed them both goodbye – deep, long kisses each – and have kept in touch to this day.

That’s my career in porno. Two films only. And I smile to myself at least once a week thinking about it. In fact, I'm smiling right now.