After A Month

R18. Read at your own risk.

Noelle was all naked in bed, wrapping her legs on both sides of his hips, and kissed him torridly. She managed to not moan until the exciting part. Blake was still in his polo shirt. Noelle insisted to unbutton it, but Blake held her wrist up in her head.

He was fast on travelling his soft lips down the nape of her neck. Noelle didn't moan.

They have a goal: a groan should be elicited in the first insert of a finger.

In that way, the directors will be pleased to hire her as the new and fresh actress of their short videos. The storyline follows a few minutes of character building before heading to the next steps to entertain the viewers.

After a month of training with Blake, she craved for human touch every day.

The warmth his brusque arms bring to Noelle's body enticed with pleasure and dark desires. It's Aphrodite and Eros, the Gods and Goddess of Love and Lust. Though Blake and her never attached themselves on the string of love, Noelle knew their relationship will last longer as a mentor and trainee.

Just a few more paces and Noelle will reward the job for herself. In just a few days, Noelle will be able to state she's an official porn star. Noelle wanted to shout it to the world, but humiliation never left her system.

Noelle felt rigid when she got aroused at the simple rub in her clitoris. It halted Blake from kissing her abdomen. He knelt down, crossed his arms, scolding, "What did I say about that? Why can't you stay still?"

She's squirmy, getting tickled at a touch of a fingertip. Noelle had to learn more.

Closing her legs, Noelle apologized. Blake stood up from the bed and retrieved the chart of improvement. He checked the contents while Noelle pulled a t-back panty to cover her being.

"It's in a few days, Noelle. If you can't control your body, the auditions will be canceled for you," Blake reprimanded. Noelle sighed. Is it that difficult to be a professional porn star? How come everyone had to train before becoming one?

She didn't say anything and pulled the thin cardigan from the floor, covering her watermelon breasts. Blake put down the chart, asking, "Do you want to eat something with the trainees on the other room? I need some time to refresh."

Noelle brushed her hair off, answering, "We can. Just make sure no one knows I'm still a virgin."

She asked Blake not to take it on. Noelle isn't ready for sex. She isn't going to be happy with the training, either, if she experienced it first-hand. Noelle wanted it natural at the auditions.

"You're at a disadvantage, Noelle. Everyone training hooked up with men before the auditions came. Are you sure you don't want to do that to me before the big day?"

Noelle's forehead creased. She glowered at Blake. One thing she took care was her virginity. Now that she's indebted to pay her mother's medical bills and Blake's money, Noelle had to exchange it.

"Let me just process my remaining dignity for a while, Blake. I think it isn't that hard to control the temptation, right? You are doing it right now."

Blake has been used to Noelle's fierce words after they train. Throughout the kisses they shared, Blake has gone obsessed with its heart shape. Noelle isn't playing hard to get, but her chaste and sinless attitude got Blake toppling all the time.

"Do you think I can't kiss you outside the premises?" Blake was tested.

Is Noelle confronting her for a challenge everyone has come loose?

"We're together even outside the A&E company, Blake. I am sure you can't kiss a non-experienced woman like me. You are the first in everything, Blake!"

He knows that fact. Noelle pursed her lips, tightened the ties of her cardigan.

"Don't pressure me to do that, Noelle. I don't like being challenged."

"But you do now. You are getting what you do not want," Noelle stated, giving him a teasing smile. She went to the bathroom to wash her face for the dinner.

Blake scoffed unbelievably. "That woman is feisty. She never changed."

…

At the dinner, Lia was the one who flipped the meats over. Blake is the only man pouring the alcohol down, and everyone chattered happily. The auditions are coming closer, and the six women desired to attain the highest rank at that day.

Noelle was silent beside another woman named Nila. Monica was across her.

No matter how many times they ran into each other, Noelle didn't get used to her presence. Monica has been popular since high school, and Noelle isn't. They knew each other, but they never talked personal things, along with sharing secrets.

It has been awkward since day one. Noelle shouldn't have joined this dinner.

Someone asked, "Noelle, do you know Monica since high school?"

She looked up from wrapping a meat inside the lettuce trunks. How did she know it?

"Monica always talked about you on our lunch breaks. She said you're intelligent."

Noelle turned to Monica, who was smiling left and right. She got tired of clearing up.

"Monica's popular in high school. We're batch mates, but not on the same class. I don't think I am intelligent like she's saying."

Monica shook her head vigorously while chewing the meat. Blake looked up at the two of them.

"That's not true. You even topple the 4th in your class on the last semester of high school. Don't fool around, Noelle. You are such a humble woman."

Everyone laughed. Noelle's cheeks flushed beet red.

"She even have a suitor that time around, giving her some flowers every recess. What happened to that guy, Noelle?" Monica really liked to talk about someone's personal life.

Blake eavesdropped in their conversation, avoiding Lia's touch to his thigh. He's finished with the supermodel's taste. Blake doesn't like to repeat women in bed. He liked to play around in various flavors.

Lia stooped her shoulders down. How can Blake change his behavior towards her?

She nibbled on the meat while listening to Monica's words.

"I was happy to see her receiving flowers on the same guy. He's a keeper, Noelle."

"I don't want flowers from a guy. It feels like a funeral whenever I receive one," Noelle answered blatantly. It took all the girls back. Blake raised his eyebrows, glancing at her.

A woman who doesn't like flowers? Noelle is truly special.

"What, a funeral? Do you think they treat you as a dead person needed to be mourned at?"

Noelle forced a smile while spreading sauce in her meat. She nodded quietly.

Everyone guffawed. After a few moments, the laughter died down. Their conversation seemed unique in Noelle's ears, but it turned her off. After a few bottles of beer, Noelle got sick of it. Lia opened up a new batch but she rejected it.

Blake stood up from the chair, walking out of the premise. Noelle saw him.

She followed him out. Noelle was about to surprise him but Blake stated, "You followed me out because you feel suffocated inside."

Noelle pulled her jacket on, exhaling the coldest of the air.

"I always felt suffocated to people who asked personal questions about me."

Leaning at the door frame of the alley, Noelle watched the smoke coming out of Blake's mouth. He smokes? What a disadvantage. She is starting to like Blake's genuine behavior, but some of his traits are dislikeable.

"You are going to get criticized more after doing this job. You have to be strong, Noelle."

Blake puffed twice, and created a humid smoke. He tapped the butt, flames spreading at the path.

"You can't kiss me outside our business," Noelle concluded.

"How can you say so?"

"You pity me for not being sexually active. Guilt washed you whenever you touch me, as if you're robbing the choice I have in life. But I never have many choices in life but this. Still, you regretted dragging me to this world, compassionate to me like I'm a little girl born out of cruelty."

Blake is done with one cigarette. Noelle really liked a silent battle. He looked hard.

"Is that so?"

Noelle gazed at him.

"Do it out of pity. You itch to get my first. I bet you want every woman in bed to be different each day," she remarked. Is Noelle ready to be his victim? She must be mad.

He disliked defying women.

"You really liked a confrontation." Right after saying that, Noelle shrugged.

…

Everyone's drunk. Monica was guided by the rest of the girls to a taxi cab.

Lia, Noelle, and Blake were left alone. The supermodel said goodbye first after getting a call. Noelle gripped her purse, saying, "I'm going home. I need to pack a lot of clothes first before moving in to the accommodation."

Blake offered, "You can ride in my car."

Noelle scrolled in her cell phone and called a private driver, but Blake hitched the phone away from her hands. Blake stated, "Ride in my car."

The veins in his neck throbbed in vain. He's too tall to even chase.

Noelle stormed past ahead of Blake and towards the direction of his car.

…

Pulling over at her house, Blake saw the car A&E gave her.

"Still no license?"

"I don't have the time. I have to focus on getting the spot before settling other things."

Noelle slung the purse in her shoulder, and readied to climb down, but Blake stopped her.

He touched her wrist in a manly way, but removed it fast.

Noelle turned to him, asking, "What is it?"

Blake lingered his eyes to Noelle's lips. He's brave on their dispute.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, and instantly lean forward, inclining his head to the side, planting a kiss in her lips. Noelle closed her eyes suddenly, stupefied by Blake's actions. He smooched responsively, taking it into account they're outside, and…

Kissing between porn stars aren't allowed if they're not in a relationship. Someone might see them.

Noelle pushed Blake away. She incredulously wiped her lips.

Scowling at Blake for a moment, she climbed down hurriedly.