An Unorthodox Rehearsal (closed to Angel_Lina)

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An Unorthodox Rehearsal​

Name: Miranda Ward
Age: 28
Height: 5’2
Build: Petite but curvy (torso size 8, hips closer to a 10 UK size)
Hair: Dark brown reaching to her bra strap in a ‘v’ often worn in a pony
Occupation: IT support
Status: Recently dis-engaged, a free egg and lurving it

​Miranda reached out and cupped her colleague's cheek, feeling a tingle down her spine. She felt her breath on her own cheek, and very much aware of the sets of eyes on them.

Their lips touched. Miranda shuddered from within. She could taste Sabrina's lipstick on her own lips, as their lips caressed against each other's. Her body responded in a manner she had not anticipated, had expected.

She was kissing a girl for the second time, and she felt disgusted yet weird. She had auditioned, and been selected to play the supporting role, of a love story; where an older married woman falls for, and seduces another female.

​But Miranda was still very apprehensive, as she kissed hesitantly. She felt that Sabrina's kiss was of a similar vain to hers, unsure, hesitant.

"Stoppppppp"

The two actresses pulled away as they faced the director and the rest of the rehearsing crew as the director started.

Miranda sighed deeply, aware that her cheeks were flushed.

"For fuck's sake, you two are meant to be falling in love. Not being forced to kiss an effing toad in the vain hope that it will turn into a handsome prince! You two have fallen in love."

Miranda met the eyes of her companion and just nodded; her eys frowning at the director's anguish.

"Enough, See you all here on Tuesday. And you two, get some practicing in pullllease. I thought girls being bi-sexual was all the rage these days!"

Miranda bit her tongue and decided not to respond to his rather sexist comment. He was a good director, and she was enjoying the role despite the kiss.....

That evening Miranda leant back into her sofa, and sipped her chilled fruity Frascati. She closed back to the moment an hour or so earlier, and the kiss. As she did so, a little shudder ran along the length of her spine. She had never been interested in girls in a sexual manner. Sure she could appreciate how men, and some females were attracted to the fairer sex.

But it had never been remotely on her radar. She assumed kissing another female on the stage would be easy; after all she had played parts that involved kissing men. She had even enjoyed the odd one, one actor was a good kisser, though later she did find out but a lousy fuck!

But as she listened to Clare Teal on the stereo, and sipped her wine, she started to wonder how it would be to fall in love with another female. How would it feel to kiss her lovingly, passionately full of lust but also soft and sensually.

Her body started to respond in a way she had never thought of, as her arms became goose pimpled as she wondered what would turn a lesbian on, how would she touch her, how would she dress.

She thought of some of her friend's outfits, and how she often admired them in their outfits, or at times did her best to control her thoughts as she had to make a suitable comment even though she hated their attire...

She reached finally for her phone and entered her password. With a few finger swipes she was typing in a message apprehensively.

"Hi Sabrina.. I guess we need to rehearse that kiss, know what a women feels when she is kissing a fellow women whom she is falling in love with? Sorry I'm rambling. Any ideas?"

She read the message several times, editing it slightly before she inhaled deeply.

"Better now rather than never" she mumbled as she pressed send.

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[Angel_Lina]

Name: Sabrina Morgan
Age: 35
Height: 5'6
Build: Athletic with a touch of curves (34B-26-36)
Hair: Curly to wavy light brown reaching just past her shoulders.
Occupation: Computer repair specialist
Status: Widowed for one year... Still recovering from the loss of her husband

It was after the rehearsal that Sabrina took a little time to visit her favorite bar, "The Locker Room". It was her fsvorite place to hang out ever since Darren died. She spent many nights drinking while trying to recover fron his sudden passing. There were many nights that the frmale bartender even had to drag her out of the bar becuase she was just too heartbroken to leave. Whatever friends she had kept telling her to let him go but that was easier said than done in her case.

The outlet that one of her friends told her about was acting. She was always good at playing someone else so she went with the first audition that she went to. Sure the part of the married woman was easy to play out, especially when she was one until a year ago. It was the part about kissing another woman that gave her the chills. It was only the second time that she kissed another woman herself and still, she couldn't get over the nerves of herself and the memories of her past. She knew that the director, as much of a snob as he was, told them to rehearse but she was too scared deep inside. Sooner or later, she knew that she would have to but she didn't realize that the time to rehearse would come sooner thsn she thought.

As she was taking a big chug of her third beer, she heard her phone tweet out the sound that either a text or an email had arrived. Taking her phone out of her purse, she saw the text message and let out a soft sigh.

"Hi Sabrina.. I guess we need to rehearse that kiss, know what a women feels when she is kissing a fellow women whom she is falling in love with? Sorry I'm rambling. Any ideas?"

Sabrina looked at the message for a few seconds trying to think of something that they could try to work out. It only took just a bit but then, it struck her. "Of course! Why didn't I think of this before!" She exclaimed as she then started typing on her phone like a madwoman.

"Maybe we are going about this all wrong. What if we just put our physical bodies out of the picture and just think of our characters as two people in love. They say that love knows no boundaries so why not look at it that way? How does that sound to you? Let me know if we need to get together and practice."

She paused for a few seconds after each sentence to make sure that she said what she wanted to say and also to clear up any typos that she did. Looking up at the ceiling of the bar, she started to let out a small plea. "Darren, honey? Please forgive me with what I have done and what I am about to do. I never want to hurt you but I still miss you. Please be understanding of this?" She asked as she then hit the send button while taking a loud and long breath.

"Here goes everything."

 

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Miranda was sipping her wine when her Iphone vibrated on the cover of the sofa. She reached for her phone and started to tread the message.

"Maybe we are going about this all wrong. What if we just put our physical bodies out of the picture and just think of our characters as two people in love. They say that love knows no boundaries so why not look at it that way? How does that sound to you? Let me know if we need to get together and practice."

She read it several times and agreed with Sabrina. She quickly realised that Sabrina effectively said what she was trying to say, but much more elegantly.

"Yes, I agree... at least mostly. I also think in adition to thinking of our two characters as a couple in love, we need to think about what arosues each other, visually and mentally maybe? Hope that makes sense? What are you doing this weekend? Happy to cook on Saturday evening or Sunday lunchtime if youwant to come round. I have some provisional plans but nothing that cant be changed... M."

She read the message and edited a few words and typos here and there, before she sent it.

She reached for her glass and sipped,no gulped on it; before reaching for the Ipad. Moments later, she was browsing on the Ipad, having directed her browser to xhamster.com

There she started to browse lesbian porn. She had seen lesbian porn before - or rather female female action in an orgy scene with various partners. But now she was searching for seduction scenes alone. She was apprehensive, curious and some what aroused, her breasts were sensitive against the lace of her bra. She glanced down, to confirm what she knew, her nipples were erect pressing into the thin material of her top.

"Fuck" she mumbled to herself as she found a clip and started t watch it.