“Come on,” he murmured, his lips barely moving so I almost didn’t hear him. “Move your hips, babe.”
I got it, and with him directing me, things felt more natural. I started to rock, doing my best to simulate sex. It had been a long while since I’d fucked anyone, but once I got going, my body knew what to do. I almost lost myself in it a time or two, but the constant peripheral awareness of other people in the room kept me from forgetting it wasn’t me and Spencer doing this, it was Sam and Chris.
Vincent told us before we began that he wouldn’t be giving much direction during the scene. This wasn’t a porno but an intimate scene between two lovers, and he wanted us to do our thing. If there was something glaring, he would say, or stop us, but otherwise he left it up to us.
When Vincent said that, I’d been grateful. Both that he trusted us in the scene and that he wouldn’t be giving direction about what the sex was supposed to look like.