[MF] My Friend’s Sister Needed Help With Her Audition, And Things Turned Method

I don’t have many friends, but the friends I do have are close. I’ve known Kevin for over ten years. We went through some pretty difficult moments together, or at least moments that seemed difficult when you were a teen in high school trying to figure out life. No one ever tells you that you’re not supposed to figure things out in high school. Or really ever, I suppose.

Anyway, Kevin is probably my closest friend. I don’t have much of a family, so I’d often spend the holidays with his family. It was like a Boy Meets World situation. I was obviously Shawn in this scenario, although not nearly as cool.

Kevin has a sister named Rachel, who is two years younger than us. She was much different than Kevin. He was reserved and wanted to live a pretty simple life. Rachel had dreams of the big city and being in plays. She had a spark about her that no one was going to put out. We were both pretty creative, so we bonded over this and really got along.

But because she was two years younger, and the sister of my best friend, nothing ever happened between us.

Fast forward to present time. I’ve since moved to a big city. Kevin is back at home, building a family with his wife, and Rachel, well, she just moved to the same city as me one year ago to pursue her acting dreams. She texted me when she first arrived, but we never really got around to meeting up… mostly because of me. I had been going through a rough breakup, so I pretty much shut myself out from the world. I listened to A LOT of Adele and Taylor Swift.

Finally though, a couple months back, she asked me to show her around because she felt isolated and was having trouble adjusting to life in the city, “PLEASE!” she texted.

Admittedly, I’m not much of a “on the town” person, so I didn’t exactly know where to take her, but we ended up having a lot of fun.

She’s 24 now, so the age difference is no longer an issue. Rachel’s short, probably around 5’2 (I didn’t measure her) and has a hipster-vibe about her. Everything she wears looks like it was found on the street, but somehow it works for her. If I had to compare her to a celebrity, I’d say she looks similar to [Kaya Scodelario.](https://hips.hearstapps.com/cosmouk.cdnds.net/15/04/nrm_1422182810-kaya_scodelario.jpg)

So we started hanging out more and more. Two weeks ago, she invited me over to her apartment because she needed someone to run lines with. “I’m not an actor,” I replied. “You don’t need to be,” she shot back.

When I arrived at her apartment, she was wearing a long dress that looked like it could have been worn on a zombie remake of Titanic. It had holes in it and strings coming out every which way. This was Rachel’s style though, and she looked damn good. Effortlessly beautiful. It looked like she had just woken up even though it was six at night, and I mean that as a compliment. I know it doesn’t sound like one.

“So, I’m having trouble with this,” she said, grabbing at her hair. “It’s stupid, but like, I can’t afford to be picky, you know?”

She handed me two pages of what looked to be mostly dialogue, “It’s about these two lesbians who meet at a bar, and they end going back to one of their homes, and long story short, one’s a vampire.”

“Which one?”

“Shirley.”

“Shirley? A vampire named Shirley?” I laughed.

“It’s part of her ruse or whatever. No one expects her, I don’t know…please! Just help me! It’s not funny!”

“You’re right,” I cleared my throat and then read a line of dialogue, “I don’t think I can stop myself from draining you.”

“Stop!” she laughed. “You’re not playing Shirley anyway. You’re Rebecca.”

“Okay, so how do we start?”

She instructed me on how to just be a good scene partner. After all, I wasn’t the one auditioning. I was just there to support her, so my goal was just to be “present” and supportive. We ran through the lines a few times, but she still appeared to be frustrated.

“Maybe I shouldn’t go for this audition. There’ll be others.”

“It’s still good practice though, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

“You know, I feel like you’re just not truly in it.”

“Oh yeah?” she said with a smile, like, “Who the fuck are you?”

“Yeah, I mean, I think you’re too focused on the dialogue sounding ridiculous, but like…look at Riverdale! Those actors take their roles seriously, and for some reason, it works.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“So let’s do it again, but like really get into it. You ARE Shirley the Vampire Lesbian, or lesbian vampire, I don’t know which came first.”

Rachel took my advice and even poured us some drinks to sip on, as if we were at a bar. We stood and drank as we read the first few lines of dialogue. She was IN IT this time. This was the first time I was like, “Wow, she’s actually good!”

We moved to the second page, where we’re now sitting together on the couch. The action line called for Shirley (Rachel) to lean in and kiss me. Before this attempt, she had just skipped over the action line, but this time, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

“How was that?” her character asked mine.

“I don’t know. I think I need another one,” I read the dialogue word-for-word, but really in my mind I thought, “It was amazing, are you fucking kidding me?”

Rachel leaned in and gave me another kiss. The action line called for “a steamy makeout session,” so that’s what Rachel and I did. Our lips pressed firmly against one another. I took a chance and added tongue. WE’RE ACTING, RIGHT? She responded by sliding her tongue over mine. I placed my hands against her ribs and pulled her in closer.

Eventually, she climbed on my lap and my hands were grabbing at her ass through her dress. This was NOT in the script.

She broke the kiss, catching her breath and looking down at me, “I’m sorry,” she mumbled before sliding off my lap, but I caught her before she was able to slide off completely. I held her hips firmly and positioned her back squarely on my lap.

“Don’t be sorry,” I ran my hands up to the straps of her dress and slid them down her shoulders, stopping just before her nipples would show. I leaned forward and kissed her chin, then slowly down the front of her neck. I dragged my tongue up and down her neck, and she responded by moaning softly and running her hands through my hair.

My lips traveled down to her chest, kissing and teasing the upper half of her breasts. I then pulled my head back and looked up at her, she nodded, so I pulled her dress down below her breasts. I moved my hands up to squeeze them before leaning forward to kiss and lick every inch. My tongue circled around each nipple and then my lips closed around them and sucked gently.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she started to grind against my jeans. I could feel my cock growing. I gave her tits one more kiss before placing my hands under her ass and lifting her off me. We both stood up briefly, sharing another kiss, before I pushed her down, face-first, on the couch. I unzipped my jeans, pulled them and my boxer briefs down, letting my cock bounce free.

She lifted and turned her head to catch a glimpse as I lifted up her dress and pulled her panties to the side. I coated my fingers with my saliva and ran them along her glistening pussy, teasing her hole and then rubbing her clit, “Oh fuck,” she moaned, lifting her ass in the air just a little.

After a minute or so, I positioned myself behind her on the couch and then slowly slid my cock inside her warm pussy. We moaned simultaneously. That first time you enter someone is always special. It’s an immediate connection like no other.

I thrusted deep inside her as she pressed her face against the cushion of the couch, “Fuck, yes,” she gave a muffled moan. My mouth found her shoulder and I bit down on it, because fuck it, I’m the vampire now. I fucked her sweetly, but roughly. Her pussy wrapped tightly around my dick. Her legs were close together, which made the sensation even more incredible.

After a couple of minutes of tender fucking, I whispered in her ear, “Touch yourself for me.”

She slid her hand under her body and began rubbing her clit as I fucked her pussy, “Oh god,” she cried out. I kept my position next to her ear, “I want you to cum on my dick. Be a good girl and cum for me,” I instructed her, which appeared to send her over the edge. She started to shake underneath me, “I’m cum –” was all she could get out as she came on my dick.

As her orgasm settled, I quickly pulled my cock out and stroked myself over her ass, unleashing what felt like a gallon of cum across her cheeks. She wiggled her ass upward until she felt the head of my dick. She reached back and grabbed it, running it down her ass.

From there, I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. “I think you’re gonna nail the audition,” I smiled.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rdcu3k/mf_my_friends_sister_needed_help_with_her