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Subject: {ASSM} Memoire Of A One Movie Stand p2
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	   Part Two: A Kiss

 Two weeks later I was in my dressing room preparing for our first day
of rehearsals when I heard a knock on my door. It was my personal
assistant, some pimply teenage wanna be actor. I was busy going over my
lines and didn't really want to be bothered by this molly-coddled
leach.
 "What do you want?" I asked, "didn't I tell you that I wasn't to be
disturbed?"
 "I'm sorry sir, but I have a message from Ms. Semple."
I immediately perked up, I was afraid to seem too interested though, so
I said, "What does that little brat want?"
He answered, "Well she wants to set up a time to rehearse the script
with you."
 " God Dammit, if she can't learn her lines, I'm not her tutor." I
figured that would be sufficient to dispel any thoughts that I had any
"unhealthy" feelings towards Thirley.
 "Shall I tell her that you're not interested?" he asked.
 I couldn't turn down an opportunity like this. So to continue my front
and yet give myself a reasonable excuse to accept the offer, I replied,
"No. I'm not going to sit back and let her ruin this picture and my
career. Tell her I'll meet her in her dressing room after rehearsals."
 I couldn't concentrate at all during rehearsals. All I could think
of was the time I was to spend with Thirley later. I just hoped her
chaperon would not be there. Just as the thought had finished running
through my head, I glanced off set to see Mrs. Boudin (Thirley's
chaperon) being handed a telegram and rush off.
 Finally rehearsals ended and I offered to walk Thirley back to her
dressing room. When we reached her dressing room and closed the door
behind us, I became a bit nervous that people would think something
improper was going on. I suggested, even though I didn't really want
to, that we leave the door open.
 "Don't worry no one is going to bother us. I told everyone that we
needed some time alone to go over our lines. I said I'd have the
producer fire them if they did," she said as she turned her back to
me then asked, "Would you unzip me?"
 "Maybe I should wait outside," I suggested as I unzipped her
dress.
 "Don't be silly. I didn't have Mrs. Boudin sent away for
nothing," she replied. She slid her arms out of her dress and let it
fold over onto itself to reveal her bare back. I had never felt so
aroused as when Thirley let the dress fall to her ankles. Wow! I soaked
in the sight of her body. I stared at Thirley's ponytail at the crown
of her head; studied how the hair fanned out from the bow to create a v
that pointed to the nape of her neck. I marveled at the way her neck
graduated out to her shoulders as they curved down to meet her arms.
Forever after I will compare all female bodies to hers. There would
never be another like hers.  My arousal intensified as I followed the
shadow of her spine to the two dimples at its base. I love the shape a
little girl's body; the way it bows in at the abdomen and back out to
make the buttocks. I could lose myself in its curves.
 Thirley was wearing a snug pair of erotic white tights. As she slowly
pealed them off over her bottom, I noticed her panties were covered in
ruffles. She continued to peal them off down her legs and finished
one-foot at time all the way to her little toes. I imagined myself
sucking on those toes, gazing down the length of her leg to her bare
pussy, hearing her giggle as she used her other foot to caress my dick.
 If I had less self-control, I would have ripped her panties off and
took her right then and there. I got the feeling she would have
willingly succumbed to my advances, but I restrained myself.
 I was feeling light headed so I sat down on a nearby chair. Thirley
ran over still wearing only her ruffled panties and hopped on my lap
right onto my erection. Though it was a little uncomfortable and I was
sure she could feel it pressing against her bottom, I made no effort
remedy the situation. She looked up at me, batted her eyes for a second
and said, "I think we should practice the kissing scene first."
 I replied, "What kissing scene?"
 She answered, "This one." Then she reached up pulled my head
toward hers and kissed me. She reached her tongue into my mouth and
caressed my tongue with hers, her lips did the rest. I put my arm
around her and ran my hand slowly down her back and firmly grabbed her
bottom. Moving my hand down a little more to between her thighs, I
began to rub her pussy. I could feel the crevice of her pussy lips
through her panties and their moistness as she responded with a muffled
mew.
 Suddenly she pulled away and said, "I really want to continue this,
but I have an appointment with my agent in 15 minutes. Help me pick out
an outfit." Then she gave one final peck on the lips and climbed off
my lap. I felt an acute pain and coldness at the sudden loss her body
heat.
 "I'll come over to your apartment tonight for dinner at 7 o clock.
I'll need some place to stay tonight since Mrs. Boudin is gone. You
wouldn't want a little girl to have to stay all alone overnight,"
Thirley informed me.

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