Warning: NSFW content (aka smut) ahead.
Sean entered the room, carefully and slowly, making sure not to spook us by any sudden movement. "Are you kids ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," I said, my tone bland and devoid of any real enthusiasm.
The old cabin didn't have any air-conditioning, and Sean didn't have the budget to install it for the production. The summer heat, when combined with nerves, made my body glisten with sweat. And that was when I wore nothing underneath the bathrobe. My co-star, Jeannine, stood a few feet away in an identical robe, her arms wrapped around herself. Both robes were destined to be shed the moment the cameras started rolling. I was still baffled that in this era, there was no concept of a modesty pouch or a cock-sock.
When I had tentatively explained to the costume designer the concept of such a garment, she had laughed directly in my face. "Why would you need something like that?" She had asked. "If you get an erection, we will see it anyway, whether you wear a pouch or not. Or maybe you want to hide your penis size from the others? You can always use your hands to cover up between takes. We are all professionals here."
I had been too embarrassed after that to ask again. I tried to convince myself it was better for the film's authenticity, clinging to Sean's earlier assurance that there would be no frontal nudity in the final cut.
While I had failed to secure a cock-sock, I had managed to get one thing that I considered more important: a closed set.
"What about you, Jean?" Sean asked my scene partner. She offered only a single, hesitant nod.
I understood her trepidation immediately. This was her first nude scene, and it was only our first week of filming. Of course, she was nervous.
I turned to Sean. "Why don't you give us a few minutes to get in the mood for the scene?"
"Sure," he agreed easily, stepping backward toward the door. "Take your time. No pressure from my side. Just holler when you're ready."
He slipped out, leaving Jeannine and me alone in the quiet room.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked softly, taking her hand in mine. Her fingers were cold. "You look afraid."
"I am scared shitless," she muttered, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I have never done anything like this. I fear that after this film, people will make fun of me, or worse."
It was far too late for that concern, but I didn't say that.
"You are an actress," I said emphatically, squeezing her hand. "A good one at that. It's your job to embody what is on the page, no matter what it is. Forget everything else, and just focus on this moment. Forget the four other people who will be in the room. Just focus on me." Then I leaned forward and lowered my voice, "Just like that night you gave me my reward. It is exactly like that."
She seemed to relax slightly at the thought. "So, I should think of others as asleep in their beds?"
"If that helps you, absolutely," I agreed. Then I grinned at her. "Or maybe we could practice it beforehand. Surely that would help?"
I expected her to push me away or offer a playful rejection. I was surprised when, instead, she leaned closer, her voice a low whisper. "And what would this practice include?"
Without a word, I closed the small distance between us and kissed her. After a moment's hesitation, she was kissing me back passionately. Then, to my greater surprise, she moved into my lap, her hands slipping inside my bathrobe to feel the contours of my back.
"Fuck!" I moaned, pulling back slightly, my breath already ragged. "Not so fast, Jean. We need to save some of this for the cameras."
"So call them in, then," she insisted, her voice husky.
"Before I do," I said, my tone turning serious, "I need to ask you something. Is there any part of you that you don't want me to touch? Or anything you don't want me to do once the camera is rolling?"
She gave me a flat stare. "You have already done everything you could to me. Right now, you could fuck me on camera for real, and I wouldn't mind. So no, I don't care what you do."
I yelled for Sean to come in. He entered immediately, followed by three other men: the cinematographer, who was also operating the camera; the sound recorder, who doubled as the boom operator; and a lighting technician, who was also acting as our assistant for the scene. This minimal crew was a vast improvement over other sets, where an indoor scene would have at least 20 people crowded into the room.
I far preferred this intimate approach. It was nothing like my time shooting The Blue Lagoon, where Julie and I were in some state of undress nearly every day, making a closed set an impossibility.
"Shall we begin?" Sean asked. "You both know what to do?"
Jean and I nodded in unison and rose from the bed.
Sean moved closer and placed a hand on each of our shoulders. "A little birdie told me about someone's nightly activities."
"Of course they did," I grumbled under my breath, having no doubt as to who this little birdie was.
Sean continued, as if he didn't hear me at all, "So, I know you two aren't exactly shy with each other. As the director, I want you to take that off-screen passion and bring it to the audience. Make this scene as realistic as possible." Then he hesitated as he lowered his voice. "Legally, I can't ask you to have sex for real, but whatever you do, I will not interrupt. Do you understand me?"
My mind reeled. Was he actually encouraging us to go all the way? I had heard the Hollywood of the '70s and '80s was wild, but this was on another level entirely.
"Okay," Jean agreed before I could form a response. In the next instant, her bathrobe pooled at her feet. She stood completely naked before me, her expression hungry. This was the first time I had seen her body so clearly, without the obscuring veil of water or darkness, and I had to admit she was gorgeous in a fresh, girl-next-door way.
After a moment's hesitation, I let my own robe fall to the floor. The lighting technician quickly gathered both garments and dragged them out of the frame.
"Alright then," Sean called out. "We'll start recording immediately, and I won't call out 'action' and things like that. You two do what comes naturally. You already know the cues I'll give you with the clapperboard to change the angles and blocking."
I gave him a nod and let him step away from us. The moment I knew for sure that the cameras were rolling, I moved forward and captured Jean's lips in a passionate kiss. Her hands immediately found their place on my back, her fingers tracing the muscles there, while I held her hips tightly and pulled her flush against me.
The most critical aspect of filming a sex scene was the blocking and camera placement. Sean and I had a long, frank discussion about how we wanted to approach it. We ultimately decided to shoot the entire sequence in one continuous take. This had been my firm insistence.
Shooting in a single take minimized the extreme awkwardness of constantly changing positions and angles, a process that unnecessarily stretched the filming time. My goal was to get it over with as quickly as possible. If the pacing felt off, it could always be trimmed in post-production. It certainly helped that Jean and I were already intimately familiar with each other's bodies.
The camera was positioned directly behind me, capturing my bare ass. I pushed that awareness aside, focusing solely on the girl in my arms as she kissed me with a passionate intensity. After a few moments, a clapperboard sounded. It was Sean's signal. I turned us, never breaking the kiss, so that Jeannine's back was now to the lens. I slid my hands down to her hips, gripping her ass firmly. A soft mewl escaped her mouth against mine.
I was fully erect by now, but our bodies were pressed so tightly together that it remained hidden. I could feel her wetness against my skin, a clear signal that things had escalated far beyond the script. Yet I did not stop. I lifted her by the hips, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, pulling me even deeper into her embrace. I turned us toward the bed and lay her down gently. Our lips parted for a fleeting second, hovering just inches apart, before I kissed her again, this time with a fierce possessiveness.
Her hands found my butt, her fingers pressing into my cheeks with need as she pulled me closer. My erection was now rubbing directly against her clit. I wrestled with myself for a moment, debating whether to cross that final line. In the end, my restraint proved weaker than I had imagined. In one swift, decisive motion, I plunged deep inside her.
She gasped at the sudden intrusion, arching her head back. Whether it was from pleasure or surprise, I couldn't tell. Staying in character, I kissed her forehead gently. Her role was that of a virgin in this moment, and the gesture was meant to be comforting.
"It's okay, babe," I murmured against her skin. "You're doing great."
She answered with a moan and a frantic nod, her body silently urging me to move.
And move I did. With each thrust, she seemed to pull me closer, as if that were even possible. One of her hands was tangled tightly in my golden locks, while the other remained anchored on my ass, a clear signal to continue.
I knew I could have stopped. We weren't making a pornographic film, after all. But we had both passed the point of no return. I couldn't have stopped even if I wanted to, and she would have surely killed me if I had tried.
I could feel the pressure building within me, a tide I dared not interrupt. Jeannine was clawing at my back and butt with a frantic energy. The only saving grace was that her nails were short; otherwise, my skin would have been badly scratched.
She arched her back as her orgasm hit, a quiet moan escaping her lips. That was my undoing. With one final, deep thrust, I came, spilling myself inside her. A flicker of alarm was quickly subdued by the knowledge that she was on the pill.
I pulled out slowly, and only in the sudden quiet did the reality of our actions crash down upon me. I sat down beside her, not willing to even look at her in the moment.
"What's the matter, Noah?" Jean asked worriedly.
"I'm a fucking moron," I groaned, running a hand over my face. "What the hell did we just do?"
I looked around for Sean, only to discover that the four-man crew had vanished. They must have gotten the footage they needed and left us to finish in private. The thought was profoundly embarrassing. I wondered if I would ever be able to look my colleagues in the eye again. The rumors alone would be wild enough.
"This is what he wanted," Jeannine reminded me softly. She placed a gentle, reassuring kiss on my chest, rubbing circles around my nipples. "Come on, let's get dressed and call them back in. We still have to finish shooting the rest of the scene."
I stood up, quickly tying my bathrobe back into place, and walked to the door. When I opened it, Sean was standing right there, a broad grin spread across his face.
"Finally done?" he joked.
"That shouldn't have happened," I said, my voice low and serious. "We got carried away. Your instructions didn't help. Now the whole crew will know. I…"
"No," he cut me off sharply. He turned to the cinematographer waiting nearby. "Barry, call the others. We need to have a discussion inside."
Within moments, all four men were back in the room, forming a semi-circle in front of Jeannine and me.
"What happened in this room stays here," Sean began, his gaze sweeping over each man to ensure he had their full attention. "If this leaks, it will be a disaster for the film's reputation, and especially for yours." He pointed directly at Jeannine and me. "A similar situation happened on the set of [Don't Look Now] with Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie. I won't let that happen to my cast. So, this remains between the six of us. Everyone will sign an NDA. Do we all agree?"
I felt a wave of relief as the three other men nodded their agreement. The last thing I wanted was for this reckless moment to define my career. Looking back, it was foolish to be swayed by Sean's direction. I think even he had not fully understood what he was asking us to do.
In this era, the Screen Actors Guild guidelines were still vague about what was permissible on screen. I knew that in the 21st century, real sex was strictly forbidden for SAG actors.
"I need to see the clip we shot," I said urgently. "I have to know if it is even usable."
"It is," Sean assured me, guiding me over to the monitor. "See for yourself."
I sat down, watching with bated breath as the scene played back. It began with a shot of my bare ass, which was strange to see on screen. But as the camera panned up, I forced myself to see the character, not the man. The makeout session that followed was intensely passionate. It felt real and raw even on the small monitor. I could only imagine how hot it would look projected on a vast, cinematic screen.
Then we turned, and the camera captured a clear view of Jeannine's body. She looked incredible as I gripped her hips, lifting her and carrying her to the bed without breaking our kiss. When the lovemaking began, the camera remained in a fixed position above us. While my entire backside was exposed, the angle made it impossible to discern whether any real penetration was occurring.
The shot was almost picturesque. The summer heat and the old camp's lack of air conditioning had left us both glistening with sweat, which added a layer of gritty realism to the scene. Jean's legs were wrapped around my back, and her hands were roaming all over my backside, pulling me closer with need. To make it perfect, we were making all the right sounds, which made our performance perfect. Just watching it on the small monitor was making me swell up again.
"This is perfect," I said the moment the scene ended. "We won't even need to cut it. We can use the entire take."
"As long as the MPAA accepts it," Sean reminded me. "They are notoriously confused about their own standards. Some films get an R-rating with no edits, while others with similar content are forced to cut heavily to avoid an X. It is a complete madhouse."
I nodded in agreement. "If that happens, cut everything below the waist after we get on the bed. That should get it passed."
"That's exactly what I had planned as well," Sean said. "Alright, let's finish the scene. You just need to get up, get dressed, deliver your line, and exit."
"That is right before Jeannine's character is killed, correct?" I asked.
"Yes," he confirmed.
I nodded and shed my robe once more, retaking my position on the rumpled sheets. Jeannine followed my lead, and this time, there was no hesitation in her movements. She seemed completely unafraid of being seen naked now.
Following Sean's direction, we snuggled close together, with me spooning her from behind.
"We shouldn't have done that," Jeannine muttered, her voice laced with worry. "I have a boyfriend."
"So?" I asked casually. "I have a girlfriend as well. Do you see me panicking? We are young and having some fun. There is nothing wrong with that. And I promise you, no one will ever find out."
She gave a hesitant nod and rested her head against my chest.
I gently guided her head back onto the pillow. "As much as I would love to stay, I really need to take a leak."
I rose from the bed, my naked body once again on display for the camera focused on my back. I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans, going commando.
"I will be back in a few minutes, okay?" I leaned down and pressed a final kiss to her forehead, her naked form sprawled in front of me. The camera lingered on her body as she gave me a final longing look. I paused at the door, taking in her beautiful form again as she turned around on her belly and wiggled her ass at me suggestively. I shook my head before walking out of the room.
"Cut! That was perfect!" Sean's voice rang out.
While another actor might have felt relief, I didn't. I knew this was only the beginning. I still had to shoot similar scenes with two more actresses. The worst part was that I wasn't as close to the other two as I was with Jeannine, which promised an even greater level of awkwardness.
One thing was certain: I had no intention of having real sex with either of them in front of cameras. This wouldn't happen again. Ever.
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AN: I hope this chapter didn't scare away some of my readers. I have always wanted to write STS as more free and adult-themed than DOS. I did some research about sex scenes in the movies in the 1970s, and found that a rare few of them were 100% real because there were no modesty pouches or similar coverings in that era, and actors are also human who get excited. Moreover, SAG rules didn't prevent real sex on set until the 1980s.
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