Story #3: Bon appétit
These next three tales will form a trilogy of sorts, all taking place during the same class: Directing for film, second semester freshman year. The first half of the class consisted of everyone having to direct silent (with optional music-only soundtrack) one-minute-or-less films on black and white 16mm film, each of them in different genres (drama, comedy, romance, horror, etc.), edited on an old-fashioned flatbed editor with tape and razors, a new one every week, with everyone's films being screened and critiqued by the class and professor each week. (The next half of the semester brought in sound, longer films, color, etc., but we'll get more into that next time.) And if you're wondering, yes, this meant watching a LOT of really crappy short films just about every week, with the occasional nugget of gold that made you go "Hey, this director's actually talented" sprinkled in there.
Each week we were randomly assigned groups of three people, with the goal being for everyone to work with just about everyone at some point. And in each group each person would direct their movie that week while the other two did crew stuff: lighting, camera if the director wanted a separate cameraman, set dressing, acting if need be; then that director would become crew for the film of one of the other two directors, and then for the third director.
So it's comedy week, and I'm assigned a group with two other people: Another guy and a girl. Now, I'll admit the girl was not really any college guy's conventional idea of attractive. "Ugly" seems too mean, but she had a head full of wild, frizzy black hair framing a wide-set face and was plainly kind of overweight. Not obese, but big. But what happened over the next few days challenged my idea that looks mean everything and proved that a wild, exhibitionist attitude can make a girl seem sexy all on their own.
We sat down in a Starbucks the day after being assigned our group to pitch our one-minute silent comedy ideas to each other and arrange filming dates/times. Me and the other guy pitched our own ideas, then the girl pitched hers: Basically, her movie would open on a girl being eaten out by her boyfriend on his knees. Suddenly, they would both sit up like the door had been knocked on and, without seeing the guy's face, get themselves together and go out to eat dinner. They would sit with the girl's parents, then we (and the parents) would see that the guy's mouth was covered in blood - he had been unknowingly eating her out while she got her period. The parents would look accusatorially at the girl and she would be embarrassed. Fin.
Me and the guy both laughed; I knew her a little from class but certainly had no idea she had a dirty sense of humor. I asked if she had actors for this, she said it was all arranged and asked if we would mind if she drove us out a couple hours to her parents' house in the suburbs in a couple nights to film in her actual childhood bedroom. We said sure.
Flash forward to a couple nights later, me and the guy are out in front of the film school doors, she drives up in her car, we get in. There is a guy in there (I don't think it was her boyfriend, because they didn't really act romantic towards each other, but just a good friend, because they had a friendly and casual rapport - I guess they could have been friends with benefits, I never asked, of course). We start driving. She tells us the guy is going to be playing the guy in the film. "Who's going to be playing the girl getting eaten out?" I ask. Eyes forward on the road, as casually as if she's telling us what her favorite color is, she says "I guess I am. And my parents will play the parents." I kind of laugh and say "Oh cool, haha." Me and the other guy in back kind of give each other a quick look of surprise.
A couple hours later, we reach her ordinary suburban childhood home, get the camera and lights from the trunk and head on in. We meet her mom and our classmate refers to the three of us and tells her mom this is her film crew and we're going to go film in her room. We go up, looks like it hasn't been changed since she graduated high school last year; very much a high school girl's room. Bed against the wall. She addresses me and the other guy (who is the cameraman).
"Can you guys get the film set up in the camera and the lights up? We're going to film towards the bed, set camera up near the door. I'm going to go change in the bathroom."
So she goes into the bathroom and we set up everything while her actor/friend kind of looks around a little. No difficulty in the setup. After less than five minutes she's back out, wearing what looks to be a greenish nightgown-type top with no bra (she's a big girl, like I said, and her big breasts were pretty obviously hanging down soft in there) that goes down to about halfway between her knees and where her pussy would be. Already I'm starting to find her just a little more attractive, seeing her pretty much bare legs up to mid-thigh level.
Standing, she shows us her storyboards: Four shots, one straight on from the side at bed level of her lying back, legs over the edge of the bed and the guy on his knees, face hidden between her legs (the opening shot), a sort of over-the-leg shot down at the guy's head moving, a handheld camera face close-up of her, during which she would look up towards the door, then a shot from the exact reverse angle of the first shot, again from the side but on the other side, with the door in back of frame that they both would look at. Seemed easy enough, though I still had no idea how exactly we were going to be doing this whole eating pussy thing.
Camera is in first position, she sits down on the edge of the bed, then lies back, simultaneously reaching down and hiking up her nightgown thing a few inches. My question about what kind of modesty-preserving measures she taken are quickly answered as I see a patch of black pubic hair between her pale, fleshy thighs: Pretty much nothing! She lifts her knees, as she sticks her legs over the edge of the bed, her right leg blocking her pussy and pubes. For the second time that night, me and the cameraman give each other a look, which she doesn't see as she's addressing her actor/friend: "Just put your face as close as you can and move your head around a little," she tells him. "Ok," he says. "Oh and take off your shirt," she tells him. He does, then leans in towards her pussy as she spreads her legs a little.
She addresses us and asks me to check the light meter to see that everything looks right and asks the cameraman about framing. It takes me a few seconds to shake myself from my surprise and be like "Oh, ok." I check, it all looks good. She looks over at us and laughs. "Kind of awkward, I know." We laugh and I say "Well, it's supposed to be an awkward comedy, right?" "Yeah," she says, then asks camera to look through the lens. He leans over and does. "How much can you see?" she asks him. "Umm..." he says, and she says "Don't be shy. Can you see my bush, or should I lift my leg a little higher?" "No, you're good." (Now, you can see see some of the bottom and side of her ass cheek, but she's making no move to conceal it, so I assume she knows.)
"Okay, here goes," she says. "Rolling!" Sound of film whirring in the camera starts. "And... action!"
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This story is coming out a little longer than I had planned when I started writing it! This seems like a good cliffhanger moment. I'll try to post the rest tomorrow.
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