Jennifer's Rehearsal

Late 2014

There was still time to make a clean break. She seemed to have called me from the road, so she wasn't that close by, right?

I supposed it had to come crashing down like this somehow. After I sold my first screenplay, and had none other than Jennifer Lawrence attached to film it after the last two Hunger Games, I was due for a downfall. It would be a unique downfall, but my own fault, nonetheless.

Maybe if I left the apartment now, I could come back in a few days to get my stuff and sneak out of Hollywood. But that went out the window once I heard the knocking on the door.

She didn't seem like the 'commit a secret Hollywood murder' type. But under these circumstances.....I took a last look at my non scratched up face and opened the door.

When Jennifer called me on the phone, she ended it with one word that chilled me to the bone. It was the same word she used to start this next conversation. "Bob 6929," she repeated.

I merely stepped back and let one of the most powerful young actresses in Hollywood in, so she could crush my career in private. She wore a modest white shirt and tight blue jeans – and noticing stuff like that is what got me into this mess.

Since she knew, I supposed I should at least try to defend myself before the slapping started. "I wrote that story two years ago. I know I should have deleted it, but it got a lot of hits!" I very lamely defended.

"I noticed," Jennifer said way too calmly. "I noticed a ton of things."

"Right, how couldn't you?" I lamely laughed off. "I'm far from the only person to write a smut story about you. The difference is, I'm probably the only one with my foot in Hollywood's door. Or I was." Getting right to it, I confessed, "Just don't tell them why you quit or had me fired. Not until I get a 24-hour head start outta here. Please?"

I waited for the rejection and rants about me being a pervert. Leaving aside how I didn't even write the screenplay before I wrote about her having sex. Or how writing celebrity smut actually fine-tuned my writing for legitimate screenplays – and got someone like Jennifer to star in this one. But I was in no place to point out this irony now.

"You want to know how I found out first?" Jennifer asked instead of slapped. "Some stuff in the story got me suspicious. But it wasn't until I e-mailed you that I put it together."

"E-mailing.....what the fuck, you're Tiff90?!" I gasped out, not caring much for décor. We were pretty beyond that now, given the subject matter.

"I know it's not the most brilliant fake name for me. I've had better, trust me. But at least I came up with a lame Internet cover. You used your regular e-mail address to write me back," Jennifer pointed out.

"How was I supposed....did you know before that?" I sputtered.

"Of course not. But when I compared the writing styles, it wasn't a big shock," Jennifer admitted.

"You....you left a message on my profile page and said you loved it. When I wrote back and shared what....inspired me, you wrote back. We wrote back to each other twice after that," I recounted. "If you didn't know it was me until later....why even write anything at all?"

"I'd already come that far by reading it. How much worse could talking to the writer be?" Jennifer figured. "If I got too grossed out, I figured I'd have fun embarrassing you later. I didn't really figure I'd have to with you, though. I mean, your stuff....I sure read worse."

"Yeah, I get that. Not in every case, of course," I qualified. "Then when you figured out it was me...."

"That was before our last exchange," Jennifer added. "After that, I figured I might as well come here."

"Well, if you figured it out, I'll bet the studio did too. With their background checks, how could they not?" I groaned. "Maybe they'll hold it over me to make me write some teen werewolf movie."

"Or they really don't know. I haven't felt the need to tell them yet," Jennifer warned.

"Yet?" I sighed, figuring the boom was coming. "Okay, what'll it take to keep you from needing it? Delete the story? Add or delete scenes from the screenplay? Add or delete characters?"

"Dude, come on, I'm not that Hollywood yet," Jennifer actually joked like a regular person. Like this was regular. "If I wanted any of that, I'd have done it from the start. Why do you think I'm just bringing this up now?"

"I....I'm done guessing at this point. You'll have to fill me in," I requested. To get ready, I sat on the smaller couch in my living room as Jennifer took the large one nearby.

"Look, I'm still kind of new to the whole superstardom thing. Or not quite old at it yet," Jennifer reminded. "Heck, you wrote your story before Hunger Games and Silver Linings. How come you didn't write another one after that?"

"I was kind of busy with legitimate work by then," I stated.

"Don't say it like that," Jennifer objected. "I'm still getting used to the creepy, weird and sick parts of being a big star. So I read all those stories to....desensitize me in a way, or something! But your story wasn't creepy, weird or sick! Sure it was kinda weird for me to read, but in a....kind of hot way. That's why I left you those comments."

"Oh....that's it," was all I really had to say.

"And the comments you made after that weren't....that bad either," Jennifer seemed to blush. "You could have been a lot creepier when you talked about my body, that's for sure."

"I said you were a perfect 10 in every way," I recalled. "And I didn't just say that about your body."

"I remember. You said some of your celebrity crushes lack in one or two areas. But I was one of the few who had a perfect 10 with my boobs, ass, legs, curves, face, movies AND personality," she paraphrased.

"Well, some of that was paraphrasing," I corrected, in more of a kidding manner than I'd thought possible 10 minutes ago.

"Then again, we did start e-mailing after I signed onto the movie," Jennifer thought. "You're sure that didn't alter your score keeping?"

"I thought that stuff long before I met you. I mean, if I wrote that stuff before Hunger Games started, it shouldn't be a shock," I said. "After the last few years, and after....what you're doing for me now....why would that change?"

"Good question," Jennifer complimented. "You put a lot of thought into this. Not many would." She paused and added, "Maybe that's why the story had....a lot of thought into it. I mean, if you do that stuff in real life, I'm surprised you're still single."

"I haven't really....had chances to do that in real life. I didn't when I wrote the story either," I confessed, figuring secrecy and embarrassment were pointless now. "I was too busy writing to do much dating."

"So all that was off the top of your head?" Jennifer asked. "It was just stuff I inspired you to want to do with me?"

"I'm not saying you planted those ideas on purpose," I made myself laugh off.

"Right. But that was your highest rated story on that site," Jennifer said. "Now I'm starring in your first screenplay. Being such a big part of the two best things you've ever written, in those ways....it's something."

"Well, you're already acting out the one with clothes on. I'd say we're even," I dared to hope was still true.

"Is that how you see it?" she wondered. "You know, I've only just started acting out your words. And your script directions. And your characters. I really want to do great with your material. And....a lot of practice from a lot of sources does make perfect."

Before I saw the exact subtext, Jennifer made her way next to me. "Wait a minute, you....you don't need that much help. No Oscar winner does. Not the ones not in B-movies now, anyway," I tried to keep light before my nerves took over again -- in new ways than 15 minutes ago.

"Come on, you can't tell me you weren't thinking about it for real. Not when you met me. Or those times after that. Or when we were e-mailing," Jennifer teased.

"I had other things to be concerned about then," I pointed out. "I can't say it didn't happen once or twice, but...."

"And yet you stayed professional anyway. That is something," Jennifer complimented. "I wouldn't have guessed you had all that buried in your head. I guess it's pretty powerful when it comes out. That's a skill I could stand to learn for the movie."

I couldn't imagine me being able to teach Jennifer Lawrence anything. But....if that's the premise she needed.... "So this is a....rehearsal? Only for my.....other work?" I started to play along. "In that case, we should start from the beginning, right?" I asked, hoping that would buy more time before I was fully ready for this.

"I don't think so. Your setups are pretty long, and we had a long one here already," Jennifer nitpicked. "By now, I think everyone involved wants to see the main event."

Technically, that did poke holes in Jennifer's rehearsal premise. But there was no time to think of loopholes while her lips were nearing mine.

If we were actually reenacting my story, it would make sense for me to be shocked and stunned at first, since that's how I always am in these stories. Since I was feeling that in real life right now, I supposed I got that aspect right. Eventually, I did kiss her back, so I managed to do that in the last second before she pulled away.

When that wasn't enough, I moved my lips over to hers next time. She pressed back quicker, putting her hands on my shoulders for good measure. Realizing I could actually touch her too, I wasn't sure where to start, though I just settled on her waist after her tongue entered my mouth.

It wasn't quite enough after my tongue joined in, so I moved my right hand to her face and soon slid it into her blonde hair. "All right, what now?" I breathed out after our lips parted.

"You should know, you wrote it," Jennifer exclaimed and got on her feet.

"I haven't re-read the thing in a while, I don't remember the exact order," I admitted. And yet she removed her shirt anyway.

I still focused enough to hear her say, "Come on, man, I did my research. You get so out of control that you make me sit on your lap, remember?" Now the pants were coming down too.

"Yeah, I can buy that," I said, as things were coming back to me. Even if they were just my fantasies during the writing process two years ago. Yet I was working with less than accurate data.

Back then, my brain had tried to capture how full Jennifer's breasts looked in her blue bra. And how her hips were framed in her matching panties. It also tried to capture the essence of her perfect curves, long legs, and the sides of her stunning ass. It had also tried to picture the hungry look in her eyes and the pout of her lips.

In every way, my brain had failed miserably to get it right. And yet it still churned out a story like that. Go figure. Well, it could bail me out now. "Now I remember a few things," it helped me say while I slipped out of my pants.

Once I took my undies down, Jennifer did the same with hers and came right back to me. She knew this was her cue to sit down on my lap, with her legs around my waist and my erection laying on her crotch. I made myself get everything under control, before touching her bare skin for the first time.

Jennifer rocked herself against my lap, with my cock still right against her center. My hand slipped down to her ass and gave her supple flesh a long squeeze. Resisting the urge to make it longer, I got out, "Lift it up," and waited for Jennifer to follow her cue.

She obeyed by lifting her ass up as high as she could while I pushed my cock down. Hopefully when she sat down, she would be lying right on my shaft. I didn't know how feasible this trick was when I wrote it, so I wasn't sure what the actual outcome would be.

It sure looked and felt like so far, so good when Jennifer literally sat on my shaft. With a bit of maneuvering, she had it right where I wanted it – in between her bare buns. My right hand reached back to make sure it was in position, then held onto her bottom as I made my first thrust.

I was trying to fuck her in between those perfect round cheeks of hers. And just like in the story, it worked better when Jennifer rocked her hips back and forth to glide her crack over my cock. On my own cue, I kept my right hand on her ass for support, then put my left hand down to circle her pussy.

My fingertip got in and felt the wetness right away, as my erection kept sliding between her buns. Despite having both hands on the front and back of her crotch, it wasn't quite enough for the story or this.

"Stand by for bra removal," I somehow talked in movie lingo, then Jennifer reached back to start removing it. I helped her the last half of the way, and soon the bra was loose enough to brush aside. When I did, her perfectly full, soon to be bouncing tits were right in my face.

"Oh, fuck," I babbled at the three way assault on my senses. To stop myself from talking more jibberish, I covered my mouth with the top of Jennifer's right tit. My hand reluctantly left her ass and grabbed the bottom of her breast, lifting it up even more to help my mouth.

As I suckled her nipple down and looked up at Jennifer's impressed face, my left hand left her pussy and rubbed its wetness on her left tit. My mouth soon joined it, leaving my right hand to take over the fingering.

It wasn't as easy as I made it look on the Internet. But I was still suckling Jennifer's ample chest, rubbing her taut pussy and staying lodged between her thick ass all at once. Jennifer sounded as aroused as I was, but it could have been part of the reenactment. Maybe I'd get a more definitive answer in the next position.

I pulled my face back and removed my hands, watching Jennifer grit her teeth afterwards. She looked upset for a second, but there was no need since she knew what was coming next. As she remembered, she said, "That's not enough, right?" just like in the fic.

"Get on all fours and I might remember," I got in character as a thinly disguised me. Jennifer frowned in character, but got off my lap and went to the larger couch nearby. There, she put her hands and knees on the cushions and arched her ass, leaving me room to go on the right side of the couch.

I kneeled down and saw her peachy behind and wet pussy waiting for another go around. Impulsively, I put my hands on her buns and hit them a few times like a drum. In all honestly, I wrote this well before Amy Adams had that happen to her in Jennifer's last movie, so there was no point in suing. Then again, who knew how many movie people other than Jennifer read Hollywood smut....

I could find out the answer after I licked out her pussy from behind, though.

My tongue did all the work at first as my hands stayed locked on her ass. However, I gave my thumbs permission to go down and rub each side of her opening. They took turns going in all too briefly, then my tongue burrowed deeper inside to make it somewhat okay.

It would have time to get better, given that my hands left Jennifer's backside and reached over to her swaying tits. I couldn't hold that much of them while bending down behind her, eating her out and resting my hands on the side of her chest. It's easier to get around that in fanfic when you don't have to rehearse.

"We might have to improvise this," I said into her opening.

"Okay, I'm getting better at that," Jennifer commented, then followed with, "Get on the floor and kneel down."

I ceded creative control to Jennifer and got off the couch, kneeling down in front of it. Once I did, Jennifer turned so that her ass was back in the air in front of me, while she leaned on the top of the couch. From that angle, I could resume eating her from behind and grab onto her tits much easier.

I had always written and crafted stories by myself, but maybe there was something to be said about collaboration. At least in this end result.

In any case, I tugged on Jennifer's nipples with every lunge my tongue made into her pussy. When she pushed her ass back against my face, I thrust it back against her as well. Soon my face and her ass were thrusting and colliding against each other as I ate her and rubbed her chest.

"Fuck, I knew this was hot," Jennifer groaned, although the last nipple tug might have helped. But that wasn't enough for me, as I stopped pinching her nipples and grabbed onto the rest of her tits with my hands. I jiggled the shapely flesh as my mouth, lips and tongue went up and down on her from behind.

"Tell me when you're close," I said my line on time.

"Okay," Jennifer called. When I nicked her with my teeth, she announced, "Getting there," then repeated it a few more times when my tongue went faster. Once it got loud enough, I went onto the next step and removed my hands from her tits, putting them on her pussy instead.

Primarily, I put my left thumb into her and wiggled as my tongue furiously licked next to it. Jennifer moaned suddenly and erotically, just as I imagined it two years ago. My right thumb and index finger rubbed below her pussy as I licked and fingered it, and soon her "Getting close" groans were getting louder.

"Close....close, THERE! Fuck, yes, there! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Jennifer groaned, with only the last line coming from my story. None of us could really care then, especially while Jennifer was cumming on my hands and mouth.

I kept my thumb in for a few seconds before pulling it out halfway through Jennifer's orgasm. I licked up the rest of it and put my thumb over my cock, beginning to lube it up. Once Jennifer came down, my index finger glided over her and then wiped itself on my shaft too.

"Lie down," I told her, expecting her to know where that came from. After a few seconds, she proved it by lying on her back on the couch. I climbed up and hoped I actually had enough room to straddle her, but I managed to spread my legs far enough and rest my ass on her stomach -- with my wet cock right in range of her chest.

I held her breasts again, this time positioning them and myself to smother my erection. I thrust forward, hoping there were enough of her juices to make it easier. Regardless, it still felt like quite a good fit. "You okay?" I double checked to see if it was good for her.

Jennifer had no words, but when her hands reached over to grab my ass, it seemed like a good enough answer.

In the story, this act lasted longer than a minute. But with Jennifer pinching my ass while I fucked and groped her magnificent breasts, I had my doubts. They turned to serious concerns when she stuck her tongue out to lick my slit as it came closer. It stayed out to cover more of my head each time it neared her mouth.

"Fuck, getting there too," I called back. "Where do I do it?" I knew where I did it in the story, since it set up the third act, but I didn't know if Jennifer was that committed.

"Just do it. Just cum for me," Jennifer answered, briefly lunging forward to suck my tip. At that, I put aside all other questions and just kept thrusting.

Jennifer only licked my head on every other thrust, but it didn't help me control myself any better. I went back to rubbing her nipples, although I looked back and forth between that and her eager face. Picturing what it would look like shortly was the last push I needed.

My groans got louder as a last little warning, to which Jennifer gave my head one last big lick and then leaned back. By then, I started spurting and got the first few drops right on her gorgeous face. She then leaned forward to put her lips around my head and catch the next few spurts. When she pulled back, I could only unload the rest on her upper chest.

Once enough time went by, I let go of her breasts and took my softening cock out of her chest. By then, her face and chest had a good deal of cum on them, while she finished swallowing the load in her mouth. I exhaled at the sight and at so many other things. "I think....I think we got it," I said.