Home Movies - Part 31 - 4K

Sitting in his director's chair, Tim sucks at his teeth, trying to dislodge something he'd had for lunch. Jim lets out a long sigh, tired of fiddling with the setting on his video camera. Kim, sitting at the foot of the stairs in her old cyan-blue prom dress, rolls her eyes in annoyance. It had taken half of the day to set up this shot...twenty whole seconds of Kim sauntering down the stairs to greet her prom date.

The bulk of the film is to be shot POV-style in a rental limousine with a stand-in actor...just some nobody they'd hired via the local actors' guild...who only has a single line of dialogue. He, however, is either running late...three hours late.

Kim: Seriously, why couldn't we get... What's his name? The original guy.

Tim: Who, Eric? No can do. Moved to L.A., changed his name, married some animator, and fell off the planet.

Jim: I heard he went into podcasting.

Tim: Urgh. Washed-up child actor turns to gate-kept commentary. What every other actor does when the studios quit calling.

Kim: Said the semi-successful adult filmmaker...and former child actor.

Tim wrinkles his nose, cranking an imaginary machine in his opposite hand, his middle finger rising to give Kim an obscene gesture. Kim in turn, cocks her head to the side, scrunching up the corners of her mouth in a disingenuous smile. Jim rolls his eyes, watching as the pair silently trade contemptuous looks...finally looking out the front window at the stretch limousine idling at the curb.

Jim: Do we really need this guy? I mean, we've got the limo til midnight and the rental tux doesn't have to go back anytime soon. Other than the 'pin the corsage' bit, everything else is just POV shots in the back seat. It'd be far easier if one of us did it...

Kim glances at Tim, a little sneer of a smile crossing the redhead's face as she recalls the last time they'd been in a moving vehicle together. Just too bad that they didn't have a camera on them at the time, Kim furiously riding him in the driver's seat as the traffic whizzed by...and, more importantly, just how turned on she was by it. The smile, however, doesn't escape Tim...the young man has a pretty good idea of what is running through her mind.

Jim: ...not to mention, far cheaper. We could always CGI him in later.

Seeming oblivious to her comings and goings, the trio barely noticed Ann stealing the occasional glance at their all-but-failed shoot. The entire afternoon she's walked past...a basket load of unmentionables to the laundry room, a handful of envelopes bound for the mailbox...all the while letting her mind wander, recalling when they'd shot the original stairwell scene all those years ago...

Director: Annnd scene! Alright boys and girls, that's a wrap for the day. I wanna see dailies at corporate within the hour. Here, same time tomorrow and we'll shoot the exterior shots.

As the crew mills around for a moment, putting away this piece of equipment or that, the actors begin to disperse. Eric is the first to depart, in true prima donna fashion, yelling obscenities into a cell phone clamped against his ear...criticizing his agent for getting him this third-banana part. James is close behind, rubbing his temples as he plods upstairs...complaining about this new director 'giving him a headache'. Just as Kim begins to wander off, presumably headed up to her bedroom, Ann grabs her by the wrist...a playful look in the elder Possible's eyes as she scans the quickly emptying set.

Kim doesn't have to say a word...she knows that all-too-familiar look in Ann's eyes.

Kim ever so slightly cocks her head to the side, simultaneously raising an eyebrow and the corner of her mouth as if to ask "Right now?" The elder redhead says nothing, turning the younger redhead to face away from her, hands slipping down to grasp Kim's sheer dress at the hips. The last of the crew closing the front door, the answer is obviously "yes, right now", Ann pulling the flimsy garment upward.

Up and over her head, the dress flung to the side, Kim can already feel Ann's warm breath behind her ear, a pair of hands gliding down the sides of her rib cage as she lowers her arms. One hand continues downward, the other detouring to the soft underside of Kim's breast, Ann's fingers enveloping the entirety of the younger woman's perky, tan-lined mound. Kim lets out a halting exhale, Ann's lips grazing the edge of her earlobe, manicured fingernails gliding over her freshly shaven pubic mound.

Jim: (half-chuckling) Uhhhhh... You ok?

Ann's eyes flutter open, coming back to the reality of Kim and the Tweebs staring at her through the living room entryway. Her cheeks flushed red, Ann clears her throat...a hand dropping away from her breast, another materializing from the waistband of her yoga pants. Ann says nothing, stooping to grab the basket load of freshly dried unmentionables at her feet, the trio trading knowing smirks as the tall redhead disappears from sight.

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2