Free ALIEN INVASION by Peter Hallett

a mental patient has escaped,” Cynthia’s eyes went wide as she played fear. My eyes rolled at Mikey’s script. She quickened her breathing; I focused my stare at her cleavage and the rising and falling motion.
    “I’ve heard that too, on the news earlier today. I have to admit, I was concerned you were scared of something else, though.” Kathleen started to lightly stroke Cynthia’s leg.
    “Well, I have to admit something too, that scares me almost as much as that deranged killer.” She looked all shy, so damn cute.
    “You will enjoy it, I swear.” Kathleen moved closer, leaned her body so her and Cynthia’s noses were practically touching.
    I quickly flipped through the script I had, to see what the rest of the scene was. My eyes went wide when I saw what it involved. Then I quickly locked them back on the actresses.
    “I’m shaking,” Cynthia said as she held up her hands. She was a great actress. Kathleen took hold of them, one in each of her own, and placed them on her legs.
    “Hold onto me, that will steady you.”
    “Okay.” She threw out a quick nervous smile. It was perfection personified.
    “Now, close your eyes.”
    I crossed my legs. My heart was trying to beat out of my chest and my dick was trying to burst out of my jeans. My breathing was quick and shallow, but that wasn’t an act like Cynthia’s, although I was very much in the moment. My mouth was dry too. I wanted to cough again, to clear it, but resisted. I didn’t want anything to draw attention to me at that moment.
    Cynthia had her eyes closed. Kathleen moved closer. She closed her own eyes and leaned her head to the right. Their lips touched lightly at first, both open ever so slightly. Then Kathleen took hold of the back of Cynthia’s head and pressed her in, forcefully.
    It looked like Cynthia was fighting it at first, shocked by the sudden added pressure. Then she relaxed into it. She opened her mouth at the same time Kathleen did and let out a little moan. I was able to see little moments of tongues interlocking when they changed the positions of their heads, and a little string of … what I can only describe as sexy spittle.
    I placed my hands over my crotch, tried to hide my erection. I was so nervous someone might see it. But having my hands on it only made it get harder. I adjusted it a little ways, to make it more comfortable, but just that small amount of movement added to my arousal.
    Both the girls screamed. They were looking over at me. I panicked. Then they got up from their chairs and ran out of the room. I swallowed, hard.
    “Scene,” Miss Perkins said, followed by an uncomfortable cough of her own. I let out a massive breath; thankful it was all just part of the act.
    As Cynthia and Kathleen came back in the room, to a round of applause, I slid my back down the wall and sat on the floor. I positioned my legs to hide the tent pole my jeans had propping them up and I settled down to watch the rest of the girls auditions.
    I loved my acting class.
    NINA
    I had put in a load of laundry, and when the machine started, Freddie began screaming. I ran from the kitchen and into the living room. He sat in the corner of the room, banging his head into the wall.
    “Freddie, what’s wrong?” I knew what was wrong. I’d made another stupid mistake. I forgot that the machine, the sound, seemed to always set him off. Sometimes it didn’t though, and that’s what led to my error, expecting the result that had the least chance of happening.
    I sat next to him and placed my arm around him. That was my second mistake. It was like I’d forgotten everything I’d learned. He’d jumped as soon as my arm had touched him; he screamed, placed his hands over his ears, and started to bang his head again.
    “Make it stop, Mom.”
    I placed my hand on the section of the wall he was hitting his head into, so he was bashing into my flesh instead. I couldn’t stop the meltdown, I had to let it play out, but I’d be damned if I was