Disclaimer:
This is fan fiction. Though the characters involve real people,
this does not recount real events. The
rating on this story is NC-17/Hard R. If you are not a least 18
years of age, please do not read!
M Y A M E R I C A N M U S E
P a r t T w o
© Radiantbaby, 1999
* * *
I lounged in the
bathtub after work, trying to figure out how I was going to ask Maya out. I
knew I needed to do it that evening to give her ample notice. I played out
every possible scenario in my head, letting the heat of the water release the
tension of my muscles.
I could call her and
she could barely remember who I even am. I could call and she could tell me
that she has other plans or just isn't interested (I mean, a girl like that
alone on a Saturday night is surely a rarity). Or I could call and she could be
happy to hear from me and agree to join me. So many possibilities...
I laid my head back
and imagined the latter. I imagined showing up at her place and her wearing
some low-cut black strappy number. I thought of her clinging to my arm all
night at the awards show, the sweet scent of her perfume intoxicating me. I
felt my cock throb at the thought and looked down to see it hardening and
rising above the surface of the soapy water.
I grasped it,
groaning, wishing it was her touch instead of mine. "Oh Maya," I
murmured, beginning to slide my hand along it's length, using my other hand to
cup my balls. I began to imagine a scenario involving the cab ride home and her
surprising me and slipping to the floor between my legs. I imagined her
caressing me through my pants, teasing me.
__
"That feels
good, doesn't it?" she asks.
"Oh
yes," I breathe, lifting my hips to meet her caress and press her hand
tighter against me.
"Tut, tut. I
am in control of this," she growls.
She lightly
caresses me with her thumb, stroking up and down me until I am almost about to
die if she doesn't touch me soon. Seeming to read my mind, she opens my pants
and pulls them and my underwear to my knees. I am almost panting with desire,
my eyes pressed tightly closed, when I feel her soft wet tongue flick against
the head of my cock.
"Do you want
me to taste you?" she purrs.
"Please,"
I moan, biting my lip.
She laps up and
down the underside of my cock, pressing her tongue against my balls and
underneath them. I feel her move her mouth lower, flicking her tongue just
inside my anus, slipping it in and out of the entrance. She moves her hand up
to stroke me as she moves her tongue in me, matching the rhythm of her soft
penetration. I moan loudly, hardly able to keep my hips still as I just want to
grind against her hand and to be inside her own wet warmth.
She then moves
her hand and runs her tongue up and down the length of me again. I beg her to
take me in her mouth and finally after a few more teases with her tongue, she
finally sinks me inside her mouth, sucking me and flicking her tongue against
me.
I bury my hands
into her hair as she moves her mouth on me, knowing every perfect angle, every
perfect pressure point. I am moving towards orgasm fast as she moves on me. I
am grunting and groaning now loudly, not even caring what the cab driver might
think of us. I move my hips against her, pushing myself in and out of her mouth
until the pressure finally becomes to much and I come hard in her mouth.
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I call out loudly,
"Oh my God," and open my eyes, remembering I am only in the bathtub
and that it was all a fantasy. My body shudders as I slow my final strokes,
letting myself soften in my hands, not wanting the pleasure to end. I could
hear the soft strains of Billie Holiday on the radio as I begin the catch my
breath, my lingering moans echoing against the hard tiled room.
*
* *
"Hello, Maya.
This is John." I finally called her about an hour after my bath. It took
about that long to stop pacing, picking up the phone and hanging it back up
immediately, and smoking way too many cigarettes.
"Hi! How are
you?" she replied, her voice excited on the phone. I felt myself blushing,
fearing that she could somehow know my thoughts and know what I had just been
thinking about her about an hour ago in the bath.
"Great! Great!
Did you have a good day?" I am such a geek.
"Yes, it was
wonderful, thank you. How about you?" The best day of my life?
"Oh yes, mine
was most enjoyable as well."
"So, well,
what's up?" Oh God, here it comes, deep breaths...
"Well, this
might be a bit odd and even presumptuous of me, but well you see, I have an
extra ticket to the MTV Video Awards this weekend and I remembered you had said
that you were very into films, so I wondered if perhaps you wouldn't mind
joining me?"
"Oh my God,
yes! That would be so great! I have never been to an Awards show! Are
you sure? Isn't it mainly just celebrities?"
"Well, yes and
no. I have been for the last few years and it is usually pretty mixed. Now our
tickets are V.I.P., so we get to sit with all the celebrities and even
go to whatever aftershow you want to, if you'd like. Last year I ended up at a
party spending much of the night discussing philosophy with Ben Stiller of all
things! It was rather enjoyable. I mean, you don't have to go if you don't feel
comfortable."
"No, no. I
really want to go. As long as you don't leave my side, I am sure I'll feel
safe." Pardon me?
"You won't have
to worry about me leaving your side at all." In fact, you'll probably
want me out of your hair by the end of the evening...
"So, do we have
to cover the event for D Generation?"
"No, we have
staff to do that. We are just there for the finger food!" I laughed.
*
* *
We made our plans to
meet for an early dinner on Saturday. Maya wasn't set to begin her position
until the next Monday, so I waited in anticipation to see her again that
weekend. I wanted to call her every night, but I also didn't want her to think
me mad. I only called twice in the interim: once to verify plans and the other
time for just small talk (as if I could resist).
When Saturday came,
I showed up at her flat in my rented limousine (posh yes, but not my choice.
Nigel insisted). I grasped the bouquet of roses to my chest as I nervously made
my way up the stairs to her building and shuffled around nervously in front of
her door for a good few minutes. Finally, I held my breath and rang the
doorbell.
She opened the door
looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing a long silk strappy black dress
(just like my fantasy, it was duly noted) with a plunging neckline that
accentuated her cleavage, a black choker necklace and some strappy black heels.
In her hair was a glittery silver and black barrette holding back the mounds of
curls. I don't think I breathed for a long moment, just taking her in before
me.
"Wow, you look
great," she said to me with a huge smile. I blushed looking down at
myself. I was wearing a black Armani suit, with an eggplant purple silk shirt.
"I was just
about to say the same, but you beat me to it," I stammered.
I offered her the
roses and she cooed over them for a moment, walking back inside to find a vase
for them. "Come on in. It is nothing special and still lots of boxes all
over from moving in, but it's home," she said wandering into the kitchen.
I followed behind
her, making casually small talk as she washed the stems of the roses.
"Ouch!" she called out suddenly.
I rushed over to her
and she was holding her finger. She had pricked herself on one of the thorns.
"Let me see," I said, taking her hand gently into my own, inspecting
the small pool of blood at her fingertip. "Here," I said, pulling it
to my mouth and suckled it softly to stop the flow of blood.
I wasn't really
thinking when I did it. It began as a somewhat paternal action and then became
sexual. She closed her eyes moaning slightly and I felt myself begin to harden.
I kept her finger in my mouth, this time swirling my tongue around her other
fingers one by one.
She opened her eyes
and looked intently at me, a desire reflected there. I was ready to press
myself against her, forget about the awards show and just spend the evening
making love to her. Instead, I just moved slightly forward to kiss her lips
softly, pulling back after lingering there for a moment whispering, "As
much as I would greatly love for this to continue, I would hate to think we got
all dressed up for nothing."
"Yes, I
agree," she replied, looking up at me.
We straightened
ourselves, putting the roses in a vase and strolled hand in hand out to the
limousine waiting outside. The driver opened the door for the two of us and we
settled inside. "Ooh, a limo, how swanky," she giggled.
"Well, yes,
only the best for you," I replied in a faux baritone.
She snuggled up
closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder on the trip there. I sighed,
surprised by the night's events so far and anticipating the potential of the
rest of the evening.
*
* *
We arrived at the
restaurant on time and actually ran into Guy Ritchie, the director of Lock,
Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. I had met him over in England when I caught
a screening of the film. He is a very pleasant chap and we are somewhat
friends. He keeps saying that he wants to cast me in a film, that I have
"great presence," but I think he has had far too many lagers. Me, an
actor? Please!
"Oh my, John! I
didn't realize you'd be here," he said coming over to us as we all waited
to be seated.
"Well, you know
how much I love this place!" I replied.
"Of course! I
mean, the reason I chose it was because I was so impressed with it myself when
we came here that one evening," he said, turning to Maya with a warm
smile. "So, who is this fair beauty on your arm this evening? Have you
been holding out on me?"
"This is
Maya," I replied looking at her, "And Maya, this is my friend Guy
Ritchie."
"Were you the
director of Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels?" she asked,
excitedly.
"Why yes, I am!
Funny I thought no one in this country had ever seen my film and here I am
getting an award tonight for 'Best New Director'!" he laughed, clapping me
on the shoulder, "I do like this one!"
"Well, I like
her too," I smiled, pulling her to me a little, with my arm around her
back.
Guy looked over my
shoulder with a slight sneer, "Bah! There is my dinner mate. He wants to
be my new agent, but I find him terribly seedy. Still, he wanted to take me to
dinner to try and woo me."
"Well, you need
a good date for the evening," I chuckled.
"Ha ha,"
he whispered under his breath. "Mr. Hall, how are you?" he called out
to the gentleman behind us.
"It was a
pleasure to meet you Maya and I hope to see the two of you this evening,"
Guy said, walking away with the nefarious Mr. Hall.
"He was really
nice," Maya said as the waitress came up to lead up to our table.
"Yes, he's
great. We didn't have any staff to go out to see the film that week as it was
bank holiday, so I ended up doing the interview with him myself. We got on
marvelously, found we had a lot in common and have been mates ever since. I am
happy that he is getting recognition for his film, he is so deserving of
it."
We ate a lovely
dinner of pasta and red wine, talking about our favorite films of the years. I
was rather impressed with her knowledge of the medium and even that she knew
some of the obscure numbers that I gravitate towards. She was happy to know
that I was friends with a few directors and that I'd be happy to introduce any
to her that she fancied. She also thought it was cute that Alison Anders has
had a crush on me since I went to cover Gas, Food and Lodging.
After indulging in a
delicious chocolate dessert from Hell, we gathered our things to get ready to
go to the awards show. I still found myself wanting to kiss her again, loving
the fact that we held hands all through dinner and gazed at each other like two
teenaged lovebirds. Once we got in the limo again, I took the brief opportunity
I had before our arrival at the show and kissed her again.
This time the kiss
was more passionate, as she slid her tongue past my lips into my mouth and he
hands into my hair. We moved our tongues against each others, slowly gliding
them around, exploring each other's mouth with languor. I sighed against her
mouth, lost in the supreme pleasure of her lips. Afterwards, she wiped the
lipstick from my lips and retouched her makeup. This was indeed going to be an
interesting evening.
*
* *
When we arrived at
the awards show, we waited in a short queue of other limousines, watching the
other's before us get out one by one. It was a mixture of celebrities,
executives, and some press, like us. Maya grabbed my hand tightly, "Oh my
God, I am so nervous, what do I do?" she stammered.
I leaned down and
kissed her softly on the cheek, "Don't worry, just be yourself."
As it became closer
to our turn to exit the limo, she became well aware of all the photographers
snapping pictures of everyone who got out of their limos, hoping for that great
shot. They essentially were taking pictures of everyone since they were unsure
of who was going to be coming out of what limo. I had been in a few situations
like this with a lot of flashing photographers, but generally once they saw it
was just little ole me, they relented. Still, it is quite blinding when you
first step out.
"Now when you
get out, look straight ahead because the flashes will be going off to your
sides and if you look that way you will be blinded. Even though you are looking
straight ahead, it will still be hard to see, so look down first to make sure
you step down completely on the street and maybe scan a bit ahead of you on the
ground for any steps and then look ahead. I will be right behind you, so
don't worry. Also, once they see that we are not celebrities, they will stop
taking pictures and we can just stroll in," I said, handing her the V.I.P.
pass to put around her neck.
"Okay,"
she replied, still visibly nervous.
"Don't worry,
okay?" I said trying to calm her, stroking her cheek with the back of my
hand.
The car stopped and
the driver announced that it was our turn. I watched him get out and walk
around to our door and kissed Maya again quickly on the lips, "Here we
go."
The driver opened
the door for us and the flashes went off as Maya rose from the car. I followed
right behind her, my hand on her waist as I led her forward down the red
carpeting into the venue. About halfway there, the flashing had ceased as all
the photographers prepared for the next people to come out. Once inside it was
the usual clusterfuck of such events with everyone huddled in their little
groups.
"So, that
wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked, walking up to Maya's side instead of
staying behind her.
"No, wow. It
was actually invigorating. I cannot imagine what it would be like had we
actually been famous and they kept snapping pictures!" she replied,
obviously excited by the whole ambience.
"Well, we
pretty much snubbed the photographers. If we were famous, we would have done a
bit of a celebrity catwalk thing where we turned to both sides so that they
could get better pictures. Then we really would have been blinded!"
I laughed, leading her through the lobby. "If we go upstairs here, it is the
best place for people watching before the show. That way, if you see someone
you want to meet, then you can come back down and meet them. Otherwise you can
just sit up there and just observe."
We walked up the
stairs to some tables that were by a balcony overlooking the lobby. There were
a few other people up there, but most people were downstairs where all the
action was. "This is so great," Maya said sitting down and leaning
against the railing to look at the people below. "Can you really introduce
me to anyone?"
"Well...I don't
know everyone and, trust me, I can get as star struck as you, but I do
know enough people that we can probably meet whomever you want without it being
awkward," I replied, sitting across from her.
"John! John
Taylor!" I heard a familiar voice call from behind me and looked to see
Hole's Courtney Love. I have known her since I helped with consulting on the
film Sid and Nancy she was in many years ago. Her and I have always had
an interesting rapport and both her and a friend she had a few years ago,
Amanda De Cadenet (daughter of famous race car driver Alain De Cadenet and
Britain's wild child) seemed to fancy me a bit. Nothing every came out of it
though. They are good for a few drinks, but not people I would settle down
with.
"Courtney Love,
luv," I replied, she always loved when I said that for some reason. She
had ran up and thrown her arms around me, much to the amusement of Maya sitting
across from me.
"You look so
great, tonight," she said and then looked over at Maya, "I wish
he was my date."
"Ah, Courtney,
you had your chance, but 'Billy Pumpkin' seemed to have won out at the
time," I teased.
She sighed
dramatically, "Oh well!" and then popped me softly on the head,
"Okay, I gotta go, I get to present an award tonight and play!"
"Moving up in
the world, eh?" I laughed at her as she walked away. She turned to me and
gave me the British two-fingered "fuck you" gesture and flicked her
tongue between her fingers. Lovely.
"Okay, that was
weird," Maya laughed.
"Yeah, she's
like that. I think she was jealous I had a date this year, last year she tried
to get me to go home with her and the year before, it was her and this bird
Amanda trying to get me to go home and be with both of them! I usually don't
have that sort of effect on women!"
"You'd be
surprised," she replied, suggestively running the tip of her shoe over my
calf under the table.
"Oooh," I
replied, trying to keep my composure. I knew tonight was going to be an extreme
test of my will.
*
* *
The awards show was
pretty good. I was jamming to Kid Rock and Maya laughed at me, she said she was
surprised that I was into Rap music. I also had a good laugh at Robbie
William's performance a la James Bond, though I think the kid is quite a
wanker. The shock of Jim Carrey's appearance was quite memorable and I ventured
to find him after the show and speak with him, but I couldn't find him. Still,
the greatest part of the whole evening was that Maya held onto my hand the
whole time.
We stayed a little
while for the aftershow blitz and met a few celebrities like Stephen Dorff,
Mike Myers, the rest of Hole, James Van Der Beek, and a few others but I don't
want to excessively name-drop. Then we went to a late night cafe and snuggled
in one of their cushioned circular privacy booths. We drank tea and had some
pastries, cuddling like two teenagers. I saw people looking at us with the same
mix of annoyance and jealousy that I often look at Nigel and Miriam with when
they are all kissy-kissy and the rest of the world doesn't exist. But here I
was being just like them...and I loved it.
Then we took the
limo to her flat and I kissed her softly goodnight at her door, luxuriating in
the soft feel of her hair between my fingers as I caressed the back of her
neck. She opened the door, "Are you coming in?" she asked with a
wink.
"Well, I...I
would most certainly like to...I just, well, I wouldn't want to seem too
forward..." I began to stammer, but she interrupted me by softly running
her fingers across the bulge of my growing erection. I moaned at her action,
her touch causing me to harden completely, pressing tightly against the inseam
of my pants.
"Just come
inside," she said, beckoning me inside as she walked backwards.
"Okay," I
said, following her, finding myself almost blinded by the rising desire for her
in me. I felt my heart pounding, "But what of the limo driver?"
"I'll take you
home later if you need," she replied, taking off her jewelry and shoes.
I pulled out my cell
phone and rang the driver and told him his services were no longer needed for
the evening. He gave me a knowing grunt as a reply. I looked to see Maya
fiddling with the back of her dress, trying to unzip it and take it off. I
rushed over to her, placing my hands over hers. "No, let me," I
whispered, sinking my mouth to her neck to kiss.
I slowly unzipped
her dress, kissing down her neck to her shoulders as I pushed the dress's
straps down her arms, kissing lower and lower on her chest as her dress fell to
the floor. I breathed in the scent of her, moaning as I kissed her chest,
lowering my mouth towards her breast. I paused to look up at her and make sure
I was not doing too much before I reached it. She smiled suggestively down at
me and I knew she wanted me to continue.
I slid off her bra
and covered her nipple with my mouth, pushing my tongue out to lightly press
against its hardness. She moaned, moving her hands into my hair and holding my
head against her. I rolled my tongue over her nipple, closing my lips over the
hardened nub, alternately sucking and licking. I then moved my mouth over to
her other nipple and gave it the same sensual treatment. "Oh yes, John.
Your mouth feels so good," she whispered.
I moaned against her
flesh, her words turning me on even more. Then I stood up, pulling her against
me, lowering my mouth to kiss her. "John, you are so over dressed,"
she laughed when our lips parted.
She was correct
indeed as I was still fully dressed, even my suit jacket was still on.
"Why don't we at least sit down?" she added, leading me over to her
couch.
I sat down and she
sat in my lap facing me. "Mmm, I can certainly deal with sitting
down," I replied with a smirk.
She smiled back at
me, her eyes glittering in the soft light of the room. I reached to take my
jacket off, but she stopped my hands. "No, I want to undress you. I
have wanted to undress you a long time," she said timidly.
"You have?
Me?" I replied, cocking my eyebrow in surprise.
"Yes, ever
since I first saw you at the cafe, I have fantasized about you. I always wanted
you to notice me, but you always seemed too into your drawing. Little did I
know the drawing was of me, I was happily surprised," she confessed,
stroking the material of my shirt as she spoke.
"I...I would
have never known," I began, but she moved one hand to press a finger
against my lips to quiet me.
She reached to slide
my jacket off and laid it to the side of the couch. Then she pressed her hands
against my chest, slowly unfastening the buttons of my shirt while stroking the
flesh beneath as it became visible. I moaned with every touch, goosebumps
rising on my flesh from the pleasure of her caresses. Once completely
unbuttoned, she slid the shirt off me and onto the small pile of my jacket on
the floor.
She moved her thumbs
to caress my nipples, slowly rolling the pad of her thumb on them. I moaned a
little louder, my nipples always being very sensitive and also a bit bewildered
by the fact that it was her, my dream lover, touching me. "Do you like
that?" she asked in a low, husky tone.
"Oh most
definitely yes," I breathed.
She slid her hands
down my chest, dragging her fingernails lightly across the flesh as she did,
causing me to slightly buck into her from the pleasure. She smiled at me
knowingly and then moved one of her fingers to lightly caress the small amount
of downy hair leading from my belly to my cock. She slipped her finger under
the waistband of my trousers, teasing the flesh there as she trailed her finger
along the length of the waistband, slipping around my waist.
She then slid one of
her hands past the waistband of my underwear and pulled my cock into her grasp.
"Oh my God," I groaned, lifting my hips slightly to meet her touch.
With her other hand,
she unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers, so that she could free my cock from
it's stifling confines. She moved her hand over me, stroking me with just
enough pleasure to be between a light tease and utter intensity. A fine line of
ecstasy I enjoyed walking.
I moved my hands
back up to her nipples, caressing and kneading her breasts as she touched me.
She then shifted, standing up before me. At first I was worried that she was
ending the evening there, thinking perhaps in our slight champagne stupor that
we might have gone too far, but I was proven wrong as she sank to her knees
between mine. My cab fantasy flashed in my mind briefly as I saw her on the
floor before me, causing me to moan.
She grabbed the
waistband of my trousers and underwear and pulled them from under me to my feet
on the floor. My heart was racing as my arousal was pulsing through my entire
being. Still, I was having a bit of an inner conflict though. First off, I
didn't want her to think that this was common for me, but I was just so
overtaken with desire, things just progressed a bit faster than usual. I also
worried that perhaps she was only doing this because she felt obligated to as
repayment for taking her to the movie awards.
"You don't have
to..." I offered, making sure to make eye contact with her, so that she
knew that I wasn't trying to force her into anything uncomfortable.
"But I want
to," she replied, running her fingernails up the insides of my thighs
towards my erection.
I whined, closing my
eyes for a moment and biting my lip. "Want to what?" I asked,
feigning ignorance and also wanting to hear it from her mouth to add to the
eroticism.
"I want to suck
you off," she began, running her finger along the underside of my cock,
"And I want to taste your come."
My cock twitched and
I groaned at her words, "Oh God yes, please. I want you to."
I watched her move
her mouth to my thigh, flicking her tongue against the flesh as she moved her
mouth closer and closer to my groin. She then pressed her tongue against the
top of my balls, slowly slipping it across them before taking them into her
mouth. I whined as she softly mouthed my balls, sucking them softly and rolling
her tongue over them.
She then moved her
mouth to the base of my cock, running it along the underside to the tip. She
pushed back the gathering of flesh there with her tongue, moving it around
underneath the foreskin, caressing the head of my cock. I moved my hand to the
back of her head, but resisted the urge to push myself deeper inside her mouth
and only just stroked her hair.
She lingered on my
head for a short time, building up the mounting pleasure within me until she
finally sunk me inside her mouth, taking me all the way in. "Oh yes,"
I called out, as she moved me within her warm mouth, sucking me heavily.
She moved her head
up and down on me, her hand moving to cup my balls and lightly caress them with
her thumb. I moved my hips slightly, pushing myself against her mouth, caught
up in the rapture of her actions. I could feel my orgasm building quickly,
starting as a faint tingling deep within me and growing and growing until it
culminated in an explosion, sending shivers all through my body. I jerked and
spasmed as I came inside her mouth, moaning as she greedily sucked all the
fluids I had to give.
She suckled me until
I became flaccid, seeming to pull everything out of me. Then she moved her
mouth from me, looking up at me with a mischievous smile as a bit of my come
dripped from the corner of her mouth. She used her thumb to wipe it off,
sucking it off her thumb.
"Oh God, come
here," I groaned, pulling her up to my chest and kissed her deeply.
I wrapped my arms
around her, turning us so that I lay on top of her. I kissed all over her face,
"Amazing, you are just so utterly amazing," I mumbled.
I slid down her
body, hooking her panties with my fingers and pulled them down. I nuzzled her
belly, moving my kisses down to the soft wetness between her legs. I pushed my
tongue against her lightly, feeling the soft throbbing of her clitoris and
tasting the sweet liquid inside her. I was greeted with a moan from her as I
moved my mouth to push my tongue inside deeper, moving it against the roof of
her insides and back to stroke her clitoris.
She sank her hands
into my hair and I pushed her legs up over my shoulders so that I had a better
vantage point. I moved my tongue against her with differing pressures, letting
both my heated breath and such caresses tease her. I wanted to pleasure her fully,
but I also wanted to drag it out and not have it end too quickly.
I buried my face
against her, my stimulation rising with her arousal until she was quivering
against me. I pulled her clitoris into my mouth, sucking on it fiercely as I
flicked my tongue against it. I also pushed two fingers inside her, pushing and
pulling them inside her as she rose to orgasm, throbbing around my fingers and
her whole body shuddering. I still held onto her though, staying with her
through her climax, causing her to climax a second time almost immediately
after.
Her body finally
calmed as I lazily stroked her insides with my tongue, not wanting to stop.
Then I moved up to lay above her, kissing her for what seemed like forever. I
then just laid my head on her shoulder, just taking in the moment. The softness
of her voice pulled me from my reverie, "Do you not want to make love to
me?"
Her voice was almost
timid, insecure. I sat up to look her in the eye, placing my hand over my
heart. "Oh Maya. I most assuredly want to make love to you. I just thought
perhaps we might wait until we next see each other. As much as I would like to
take care of my most primal urges, I would rather wait until the desire is
perhaps built up more. I am probably not making much sense. Lying here naked on
a beautiful woman is fogging my brain...I just...I just want it to be special.
Call me romantic, I don't know..."
She smiled widely at
me, her eyes welling with tears. She raised her hand to stroke the side of my
face. "You don't have to explain. I understand completely. I was just
worried this would be the last time I might see you, that if we made love
perhaps it would bring you back."
I took her hand and
moved it to my lips, "I am not going anywhere, you need not worry about
that. You are probably going to have a time trying to rid yourself of me. I
don't want you to think you have to say or do anything special to get my
attention, you already most definitely have it and that is just from you being
yourself. I want you to stay real with me."
* * *
"Well, I have
to get up early tomorrow morning and do some things..." she started.
"Alright
then," I replied standing up and putting my clothes back on. "I
suppose I will see you again next Monday then?"
"Yes,
Monday," she replied, dressing herself.
She walked me to the
door and I turned around taking her hand into mine, "I really had an
amazing evening, Maya." I leaned in to kiss her mouth, but she seemed more
distant than before when we kissed.
I didn't want to put
her out any longer. "Shall I call a cab? I don't want you to have to stay
up too late."
"No, no, I
promised I'd take you home, let me just change into something more
comfortable," she replied walking into her bedroom.
She emerged a few
minutes later wearing some jeans, a t-shirt, and some sandals. We walked
downstairs together in an uncomfortable silence and entered her car, a quaint
red little Toyota. I told her where to go to drop me off, which was pretty easy
and only minutes away. We arrived at my building and she dropped me off in
front. "Again, this was an incredible evening. Thank you for
everything," I said shyly, kissing her on the cheek as she seemed
reluctant for me to do anything else.
We said our goodbyes
and I walked slowly up to my building. I had this enormous pit of despair
growing inside me and Maya's change in demeanor was worrying me. I turned back
to her car to see her waiting for me to go inside. I held my breath and ran
back to the car, knocking on the window.
She looked a bit
perplexed as she opened the window. "Maya," I said almost
breathlessly, "Please tell me what I did wrong. I didn't mean to alienate
you or offend you. Please tell me. I can't just go inside and go to bed without
resolving this." I was scared out of my mind being so honest with her, but
I knew, as I had said, if I didn't have any resolution, I would go insane with
worry.
"I
just..." she began, just looking at her hands on the steering wheel.
"Do you need to
talk?" I asked softly.
She sighed heavily,
"Yes."
I got her to pull
around into the guest parking lot and we walked to a small park that is
connected to the property. We sat down on a bench, still only silent. My mind
was racing, trying to remember every little thing I said or did tonight that
good have affected her. Had I moved too fast? Had I moved too slow? Was I awful
in bed? Did I say something that I didn't know would offend her?
"I am sorry
John, you didn't do anything wrong," she finally whispered, looking down
at the ground.
"It certainly
doesn't seem that way. Please tell me why you are feeling so upset. Perhaps I
can help," I replied, feeling my body begin to tremble with nerves.
"I don't know,
I guess that I just wasn't expecting you to...to turn me down tonight. I guess
that I came on too strongly and I am sorry for that. What you said to me was
very nice, but you can be straight with me. If I pushed too much, I am
sorry," she replied.
I took her hand,
"Oh my God, no. I didn't think you came on too strongly, I was worried
that I did. I was worried that if we made love, you would think that I
was just using you for a one-night stand. I wanted it to be very clear to you
that I want to see you again...and again and again. I am sorry, I was just
trying to be a gentleman. I wanted to be what you want me to be. I guess that I
was mistaken. I didn't reject you. I mean, my God, I think it took every ounce
of my being to not continue tonight! You made me feel more pleasure than
I have felt in a very long time. I don't mean just sexual, either. Just being
with you, talking with you, holding your hand...I haven't been this happy in a
long time. I didn't want to be impulsive and ruin it before it started. I am
pretty stupid when it comes to women, I never know what is the right thing to
do. I guess I went and screwed up again. What a lovely track record," I
replied, nervously running my hand through my hair.
"John,"
she looked at me with a smile, "You didn't screw up, it is just my
insecurities speaking. I guess I am just not used to someone having the
forethought to perhaps hold back a little the first time. I mean, let's face
it, most men would have taken what they could get and you didn't. I can't
believe you showed so much respect for me so soon. I am flattered."
"Well, you do
not deserve anything less than my greatest esteem and respect," I replied,
brushing her hair back from her face.
"So, what do we
do now?" she asked, laying her head on my shoulder.
"Well, if you
didn't need to get up so early in the morning tomorrow, I would have heavily
considered carrying you up to my flat and ravishing you," I giggled.
"I lied about
the early morning."
"I hoped
so."
"Would you
then? I mean, you wouldn't consider it 'un-gentlemanly' if I invited you up to
stay the night with me?" I asked, timidly.
"I would
consider it 'un-gentlemanly' if you did not," she laughed.
*
* *
I held her hand as
we walked inside my building. Mr. Harvey -- William -- the doorman greeted us
when we entered. "Good evening, Mr. Taylor. Or should I say good
morning?" he said, peering over the book he was reading.
I looked at my watch
and saw that it was nearly 4:00. "Good morning would be fine,
William," I chuckled, leading Maya towards the elevator.
I pulled out my
keycard for elevator access and we waited for it to arrive. "Were you two
at the MTV Movie Awards tonight? I think I saw you on the television at one
point!" William asked.
"Yes we were.
Oh my, the camera caught us? I do hope I wasn't picking my nose or
anything," I replied, leading Maya into the elevator as the doors opened
behind us.
William laughed,
"No, you were just smiling...ear to ear."
The elevator doors
closed, leaving Maya and I alone. "I was smiling because of you," I
said, pulling her close and kissing her.
"As was
I."
"You know I was
caught picking my nose on the telly once," I confessed, embarrassed.
"No way, were
you?" she laughed.
I sighed, "Yes,
I was at this music business banquet deal in London years ago and it was
televised. Anyway, there I was digging deep and they were panning the room and
focused on me. My mum called me later that evening scolding me playfully. When
I watched the playback, I was absolutely mortified!"
*
* *
I lead her to my
apartment, so nervous that I even dropped my keys before actually coordinating
getting them in the lock and opening the door. Of course it did not help that
she had her arms around me from behind and was stroking my erection through my
pants.
Once inside, I
flipped on the light and pushed her against the wall, kissing her fiercely.
"You are being very naughty," I moaned against her mouth, playfully
chastising her.
We moved into the
heart of the living room, kissing as we pulled off each other's clothes until
we finally ended up on my bed on the far end of the room. I laid above her,
holding her wrists together above her head, and focused my kisses on her neck.
With my free hand, I spread her legs and settled between them, pressing my naked
body against her's.
"Do you want
me?" I whispered, moving my kisses to her earlobe as I sucked and nibbled
lightly on it.
"Oh yes,"
she breathed, moving her hips to push herself tighter against me.
I moved my hand
between her legs, slipping a finger inside to feel the warm wetness there.
"Hmm, it seems you are still wet. Does that mean you want me inside
you?"
"Yes," she
moaned.
I slid her nether
lips slightly apart so that her hardened clitoris was exposed and pressed the
base of my cock against it. I began moving my hips so that my cock was sliding
against her, stimulating her with long strokes. "Do you like my
cock?" I whispered in her ear, feeling slightly out of character, but
caught up in the eroticism of the moment.
"Yes."
"What do you
want me to do with it?" I asked, increasing the speed and pleasure of me
moving against her as she began to moan and twitch with her own pleasure.
"I want you to
put it deep inside me and fuck me hard with it," she groaned, her body
trembling.
I slid my hips slightly
back and then pushed myself inside her, pushing myself all the way inside to
the hilt. At first I just stopped there, enjoying the feel of being inside her,
but my own pleasure was beckoning and my desire was growing inside me. I began
to move against her, still holding her hands above her head and burying my face
between the groove of her arm and head.
I pushed against her
deeply, drawing myself in and out of her slowly, my other hand moving to pinch
and rub her clitoris. I felt her muscles clenching me inside her, causing me to
move faster against her, my rhythm growing and growing until I was almost
slamming against her, our flesh slapping each other as we made contact. I moved
against her almost like a wild animal, drowning in my desire for her, feeling
the almost forgotten pleasures that sex can bring.
It had been several
months since I'd last been intimate with anyone and probably at least a year
since I'd had what I would call "really good sex." This certainly
qualified, making my masturbation fantasies of her seem like nothing. She
quivered below me, thrusting her hips to meet every one of my own thrusts, her
climax building quickly until she called out, "Oh my God, oh God, oh
God," he muscles kneading me inside her as she bucked against me.
I rode the waves of
her orgasm with her, her cries of passion and her body's movements causing my
own climax to soon follow. I pushed myself as deep inside her as I could,
almost lifting her hips off the bed as I pumped my semen into her, shaking as I
grunted and groaned with each spasm.
*
* *
We laid there for a
few minutes, just soaking up each other's presence, basking in the afterglow,
so to speak. My heart was still racing and I could hardly believe the reality
of the situation. Just hours ago I was fantasizing about something like this
happening and now that it had happened, I was absolutely bewildered by it all.
"Okay, you are going to kill me," Maya's timid voice rose above the
silence.
"Huh? What do you
mean?"
"I need to go
back home...if that is alright. Nothing against you at all, I just came here as
is, with no clothes, no makeup...I would just feel more comfortable in my own
place tonight. It's a shame too, as you have such a comfortable bed," she
replied, leaning up on her elbow to look at me, tracing her finger over my
chest.
"Oh...okay,"
I said, a bit deflated.
She seemed to sense
my self-effacement and added, "I would really like you to join me though.
That is, if you wouldn't mind staying in my bed. It is not as nice as this one,
but it's something, I guess."
"I would like
that very much," I replied, kissing her.
I gathered some
clothes for the next day and my toothpaste and toothbrush and headed out with
her to her car. The sun was beginning to rise as we pulled out of the car park
and we both cooed over the beauty of it over the skyline. This had indeed been
an amazing evening.
*
* *
I woke up around
noon. I was disoriented at first, the sweet feminine smells of the bed sheets
of an unfamiliar bed assaulting my senses. The fogginess of my head lifted and
I looked to my side to see Maya fast asleep in a loose fetal position. I smiled
to myself as the memories of our sweet encounter the night before came back to
me. I moved to slide myself against her, pressing my body against her warm
back. She stirred slightly, accepting my embrace, but remained asleep.
I laid there for a
short time just reveling in the soft feel of her flesh against mine and the
faint fruity scent of her hair against my face. I could feel her heartbeat
lightly under my palm that rested over her chest and the soft rise and fall of
her body as she breathed. It was one of the moments that you take a mental
"photograph," remembering every little nuance to retrieve in the
future on some late, lonely night.
My stomach growled
lightly, beginning to get more insistent as the moments passed. I moved from
the embrace, easing off the bed carefully as to not rouse Maya and made my way
out of the bedroom. I passed through the living room sleepily, making my way
into the kitchen. I pulled open the refrigerator and cabinets and took stock of
what was there. I wanted to make her breakfast.
The only thing I was
able to come up with was two eggs and some Pop Tarts. I found a skillet and
scrambled the eggs, mixing in some cheese she had with them. Then while I was
frying the eggs, I cooked the Pop Tarts in the microwave. True bachelor
cooking, granted, but at least it was something.
I was able to dig up
a tray to put everything on and laid some of the roses I had given her the
night before around the plates for aesthetic presentation. I left the food in
the kitchen to go in and wake up Maya. I stood by the bed for a moment watching
her sleep peacefully, contemplating just letting her sleep and reheating
breakfast later. She seemed to sense my presence and stirred, opening her eyes
slowly to look up at me.
"Good morning.
Sorry that I woke you," I said to her in a hushed tone and leaning down to
kiss her on the forehead.
For a brief moment I
feared her reaction to me being there that morning, as if what we had shared
the evening before was all due to too much champagne. The classic
"morning-after" regret. My fears were soothed though when she smiled
up at me sweetly. "Good morning," she sighed.
"I have a
surprise for you."
"What?"
she giggled.
"You have to
close your eyes."
She closed her eyes
and I left the room to get the breakfast tray. "You aren't peeking, are
you?" I asked from the kitchen.
"Nope."
I carried the tray
back into the bedroom, chuckling to myself as I saw her sitting up in her bed
with her eyes dramatically shut tight and a big smile on her face. I set the
tray down over her legs. "Okay, you can open your eyes now."
She opened her eyes
and gasped in delight. "I hope you don't mind that I rummaged through your
kitchen and made you breakfast," I said shyly.
"No, of course
not! A beautiful nude man serving me breakfast in bed is a definite
fantasy," she laughed.
I blushed at her
compliment, replying with "Well, it has always been a fantasy of mine to serve
breakfast to a beautiful woman in bed."
We both laughed and
I slid onto the bed next to her, kissing her deeply on the mouth before we
began to eat. "Hmm, eggs and Pop Tarts, you are quite the gourmet,"
she teased, surveying the food.
"Hey, it wasn't
like there was a whole lot to choose from. It was either this or Ramen
noodles," I replied, pretending to be offended.
"Well, I suppose
this will have to do," she said in mock agony.
*
* *
We ate our
breakfast, laughing about some of the funny things that we had witnessed at the
awards show the night before. "Trust me, a lot of those 'entertainers' are
aptly named as they certainly do their share of entertainment for me,
especially as they get more and more intoxicated!" I scoffed.
"I am sure
you've probably witnessed your fair share of eccentricities with your job over
the years!"
"Oh yes indeed.
I have quite a catalogue of stories to share with my grandchildren someday. I
think what is worse is the, dare I say, flotsam that tends to gravitate
towards people on my position. I think that is why there is such a danger for
people who are journalists, DJs, public relations persons, etc. to wind up in a
big egotistical 'star trip.' When the 'groupies' cannot get with the celebrity
they desire to be near, they try to get with someone like me, or even you, to
get to said celebrity by proxy. You'll have to watch out for that sort of
thing. People will get anything they can out of you to get what they think they
need."
She nodded seriously
at me, making me somewhat self conscious over the direction our conversation
had taken. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound all gloom and doom. There are
positive aspects of the business as well," I added, trying to lighten
things up again.
"No, it just
sounds like you've been through a whole lot, but then you have been running the
magazine for almost twenty years so that makes sense. Was it all you expected
it to be?" she asked, setting down her fork after finishing her last bite
of the food.
"My, you've
done your homework! Yes, it has been almost twenty years exactly. In some ways
it was much more than I ever expected. I mean, when we started D Generation,
I never expected it to get as big as it has gotten. I was happy when there was
only about five people reading it and that was usually just friends and family.
Then again, there was always this little part of me that wanted to parlay this
into a music career. That, unfortunately, has never happened. I guess that I
wouldn't change anything if I could do it all again, though. It all turned out
better than I could have ever imagined," I replied, thoughtfully.
"Do you play
music?"
"Yes, a little
bit of guitar and some bass. I have jammed around with friends but the
chemistry is never really there. One thing I have learned is that forming a
good band is all in the timing. All the elements have to come together at just
the right moment, otherwise if one piece is missing, it just doesn't gel,"
I paused, sighing, "So, I have to ask, how did you know how long I've been
doing the magazine?"
"Well, to be
honest, I read the article on you in Entrepreneur and the one with both
you and Nigel in Forbes that came out about a year ago," she
confessed with a blush.
"You did? Oh my
God, I hope I didn't sound too pompous! I didn't want to do either interview,
but Nigel really wanted to, saying it was good exposure and all. Actually, he
was right, though I did find it funny that these two punk guys were on the
covers of such conservative, business oriented magazines. For the Forbes
cover shoot, we both spiked our hair for the occasion. So here was Nigel with
his spiky, blonde hair a la Billy Idol or something, while wearing big metal earrings,
a spiked dog collar and a 'Die Yuppie Scum' shirt, half-hidden under his black
three-piece suit. Then there was me with my own hair spiked up, a blue velvet
Vivienne Westwood suit and my favorite Vivienne Westwood 'Sex' shirt. We had
stayed up the night before putting together our 'look,' like two mischievous
schoolboys plotting to upset their parents. The amount of lagers ingested by
the two of us certainly didn't help matters! When we went to the photo session
the next day, I don't think they knew what to do!"
"You guys are
awful," she playfully shoved me. "You guys looked great though. I
especially liked how you looked in the Entrepreneur pictures. I thought
you looked...well, I thought you looked rather sexy." She covered her face
in embarrassment over being so candid.
"Are you
serious? I had my glasses on in that session, as my eyes were hurting that day.
I thought I looked like a total geek! Then they had me posing in that apparatus
that was shaped like a big dollar sign and that one shaped like a big treble
clef. It was like some bad 70s thing!" I laughed self-consciously.
"Well, I
thought you looked wonderful and that suit was very flattering
to...uh...certain parts of your anatomy," she replied, teasingly rubbing
my inner thigh. "Have you ever considered modeling? The camera seems to
love you."
My cock began to
harden from her soft ministration and I stammered, attempting to remain
clear-headed. "Well," I began, clearing my throat, "I doubt I'd
be much of a model...so, did you read these magazines when they came out or
just recently?"
"Well, I read
them when they came out and then re-read them when I was researching my job. I
completely was crushing on you when I first read them and when I started seeing
you at Cafe Bari, I couldn't believe it was actually you. I had seen you on
television a few times, on MTV and on music panels or whatever, but I never
thought I'd meet you. When I found out about the job opening, I was so excited,
I just had to try and get in. I called some people that I knew who hooked me up
with Nigel. Never would I thought that I'd end up here with you naked in my bed
after a passionate evening together," she replied, blushing.
"You had a
crush on me?" I asked, most surprised.
"Not had, have.
I never stopped having a crush on you," she replied coquettishly, pushing
an errant of hair behind her ear. "Seeing you in the flesh at the cafe all
those times and then finally at the interview, only made me want you
more."
"I...uh...I
would have never guessed. You seemed so aloof, so out of reach. Wow, somebody
pinch me, this is all happening like some dream," I mused.
"Well, if this
is all I dream, I for one certainly don't want to wake up!" she said,
moving the tray to the bedside table and then moving back to kiss me
passionately.
I whined as we broke
our kiss, "Neither do I, luv. Neither do I."
I moved my hand to
lightly caress her breast, pulling her nipple between my forefinger and thumb
and lightly rolling it between them. She moaned, sliding her hand down to
caress my hard cock, lightly stroking along the length of it.
I buried my face in
her neck, lapping at the flesh there, nibbling lightly. She laid back against
the pillows as I moved to lie above her, pressing myself against her. I
untangled her legs from the blankets to slid my hand between, caressing her
thighs lightly with my fingertips.
"Oh John, touch
me please," she whispered.
I moaned at her
request, moving my fingers up to stroke her outer vaginal lips, rolling the pad
of my thumb over her clitoris. She lifted her hips to meet my touch, trying to
urge me to stop with my teasing. I slid one of my fingers just inside her,
delighting in the fact that she was so warm and wet already. I then moved it
deep inside her, caressing her insides with it, causing her to writhe against
me.
"I have had an
enormous crush on you as well," I whispered as I moved my lips from her
neck to her earlobe. "I even...I even have masturbated about you."
"Mmm, have
you?" she asked, sexily. "What have you masturbated about?"
"Just moments
like this. Me pleasing you, you pleasing me, you watching me touch
myself..." I replied, a little embarrassed.
"I would love
to watch you touch yourself, would you touch yourself for me?"
I moved to look her
in the eye, "Are you sure?"
"Only if you'd
want to."
I spread her legs a
little wider and settled between them on my knees, never moving my hand from
between her legs. I then pulled my finger from inside her, replacing it with my
other hand, and using that hand to also caress and pinch her clitoris.
The hand that I was
originally using to touch her, I brought to my cock, using the residue of her
natural wetness to lubricate my cock as I began to slowly stroke it. "Tell
me more about your fantasies," she said, resting her hands on my hips.
"Well...I have
this reoccurring one, actually. It takes place at the cafe. One day it is only
the two of us there, so you ask me to join you. At first I am reticent as I am
afraid I will make a fool out of myself, but I decide to join you. We end up
talking and getting along rather well.
Anyway, at some
point you drop something and I reach down to pick it up. It is slightly out of
my reach, so I get out of the chair and crawl under the table. You are wearing
a very short skirt and your legs are uncrossed. I see that you are not wearing
panties. I try my best to be a gentleman and not stare, but it is very
difficult. I reach forward to grab the item and just then you grab the back of
my head and push it between your legs.
I can't tell if you
misinterpreted my forward motion or not, but there I am with my head between
your legs. Never one to miss such an opportunity, I begin to perform oral sex
on you, making you come over and over again. I know, very juvenile, but it
always gets me off," I confess, my breath a bit jagged as I am stroking
myself as well as her.
"Tell me more
about the oral sex," she groaned, her own body quivering from my touch.
I cleared my throat,
"Well, as I said I am a bit hesitant at first as I don't know what you
want from me exactly. I begin by a quick flicker of my tongue against your
clitoris. You squirm slightly in your seat, spreading your legs open wider and
moving yourself closer to my face. I repeat the action, quickening the times
that I do it until finally I am pressing the flat of my tongue against you. I
then slip my tongue inside you, moving it in and out as deeply as I can against
your inner flesh, occasionally slipping it out to press against your clitoris
again, only to return inside you. When you begin to cry for release, I wrap my
lips around your clit, sinking two fingers deep inside you. I suck on your
clit, pumping my fingers in and out of you, causing you to tremble and...and I
can feel the wetness flowing from you and your muscles contracting and I know
you are close....and I press my face as tightly against you as I can, pushing
my fingers in as deep as I can until you come...oh my god, you come in my
mouth!" I exclaimed, catching my own self ejaculating onto her stomach, my
orgasm sneaking up on me.
I stroked myself
softly, riding out the finality of the climax, "I am so sorry, that just
snuck up on me," I whispered.
She was writhing
beneath me, my fingers moving against her flesh. "Put your mouth on me,
put your mouth on me like the fantasy," she called out.
I moved my body back
and lowered my mouth to her, sliding my fingers inside her, while I sucked
heavily on her clit, flicking my tongue against it while it was inside my
mouth. She moved her hips, grinding herself against my mouth, her breathing
loud and heavy. I could feel how close she was, so I sucked harder on her,
pushing her to the almost howl she made when she finally came, her hips high in
the air, held up by my hand. She spasmed against me and I kept sucking, keeping
her coming, not letting her loose until she was completely spent.
*
* *
We spent the rest of
the day just lounging around in bed, only getting up to shower and order a
pizza for lunch and dinner. "God, I am so nervous about
tomorrow!" Maya said.
"Don't be!
Everyone in the office is really great. Nigel can sometimes intimidate some
people as tall as he is, but he is harmless. You'll probably only be working
with him, Martin and a scarce few others...oh and me, of course, but
then I'm a tyrant!" I laughed, holding my hands up like claws and
growled.
"Oh God, I
guess I'll have to decline on the job then!" she teased.
"Noooo," I
whined.
"Okay, well
I'll give you a chance...but if you misbehave..." she waggled her finger
at me, giggling.
"Yes, ma'am,"
I bowed my head.
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