cons

Dominic Bryan sat down in the log cabin hidden away in the Los Angeles countryside. His ears picked up as the sound of a car rolled up the drive, collecting gravel in its treads as it went. He stood up and moved away from the desk, peering out of the large window, Dom saw a big green SUV slow to a halt outside of the resort. Two people got out of the vehicle and walked to the back of the car. The larger woman opened the back of the car and hoisted a large bag out of the back.



That must be the Hollywood star that Dom was going to have to look after for the weekend. He ran a hand through his long black ponytail and squinted out into the court yard. Dom walked over to the door to the checked himself in the full length mirror, his short, neatly trimmed beard joined up with his hair on the side of his head.



There were two shadows that moved up on the stairs of the resort. There was a blonde and a smaller brunette, the brunette turned to the blonde and gave her a huge hug before taking the shoulder bag herself. She knocked on the door and waited for Dom’s response. He walked over to the door and twisted at the bronze knob on the door, he pulled the door inwards and squinted slightly as warm, bright LA sun entered the room.



What entered the room was an Angel. Dom’s eyes adjusted to the light and he was greeted with his old high school friend and crush, Jennifer Lawrence. She looked at him and she had made the connection instantly just like he had. Her jaw opened slightly and she grinned back at him, almost as if she hadn’t got the joke but it was sinking in later. She made a pleasant, surprised sound and gave Dom a warm hug.



“Dom!” She sounded as he hugged her back. “What are you doing here?”



“I work here Jen.” Dom said with a big grin on his face as they stepped inside the room and walked over to the couch. The main room of the resort had two large green couches that sat in the corner almost at a point. Opposite the couches there was the large oak desk that Dom had previously been sitting at. As you turned left from entering the room, you would find the stairs that led you upstairs to the office. The two youngsters walked past the main desk and into the back of the resort.



“So, you’re looking to get into shape?” He asked as he pulled out a large chair at the desk, he sat down next to her and looked over her file. “Because you look like you’re in pretty good shape already.”



A big smile came across Jennifer’s face as he said that. She had always considered herself ‘average’ and the fact that she was going to be foisted into the public eye meant a lot of people would be criticizing everything about her. “Thank you. You’re in great shape too!”



That wasn’t a lie. Dom had been a larger kid at school, not necessarily fat but large. Enough that the sporty kids would pick him last in gym class at least. His fat rolls of flesh had been burned into a tight, toned abdomen that was a credit to his hard work. His once round face had been carved into a stronger one that gave him a ruggedly handsome look which was complimented by the full beard he had grown.



“Thanks.” He smiled, glancing over the work load for the weekend, he made an astonished whistle. “Wow. That’s a lot of work to be done.”



Jennifer bit on her bottom lip slowly and nodded her head. “Yeah… Can we do it?”



Dom looked up at her and nodded. “Sure we can! We’ve got the archery range just outside so we can start there if you’d like?” When she nodded, Dom smiled and nodded too. “Cool, then we’ll set off hiking in the woods. We can get to about half way before the sun goes down. So we can camp out and take off again in the morning. Sound good?” He saw Jennifer smiling at him and couldn’t help but wonder why.



“What’s up? He asked, as Jennifer smiled warmly again, looked into her lap and back at him.



“Nothing, it’s just so weird seeing you be all in control like that. You could just work out a weekend plan just like that?” She asked, as Dom smirked and nodded his head.



“Well, yeah I like to think I’m pretty good at my job.”



“You are!” She beamed back at him, not really sure how her old dorky school buddy had become such a cool guy. He was attractive too, she had never really saw him in that light before but he had a strong appearance, the type of man that would be able to keep her safe no matter what. Jennifer liked that in a man. She liked protective and Dom had always been that type of person. It just never really clicked with her before then.



“OK, so should we head out now?” Dom asked, as he stood up and walked to the corner of the room. There was a large brown door with a metal push bar that ran along the middle of the door. Jennifer stood up and unzipped the white tracksuit jacket she had been wearing and shrugged it off her body. She was dressed in a tight, grey vest that had two shoulder straps and hugged her body firmly.



“Cool. Let’s rock!” She beamed at him as he nodded and pushed the bar that led out into the courtyard of the complex. Behind the main building was a large metal field of targets, there were five lanes with each target at a different variance of length for difficulty. He picked up two bows and two quivers that were stored by the main ranges, he passed a bow and a quiver to Jennifer. The two walked down to the first gate and stepped through it, there was a round target that was fifteen feet away from the painted white line on the floor.



Dom took a step towards the line and stood tall, his left side closest to the target. His feet parted to his shoulder width, taking a quick look at his feet he made sure that they were ninety degrees from the target.



“OK, see how I’m stood?” Jennifer nodded and stepped closer to him. She stepped behind him and mimicked his stance. Dom peered over his shoulder and smiled, noting that Jennifer had got the stance correctly. “That’s good, now see how I’m holding the bow? You need to make sure that the grip isn’t too tight, it’s like you’re holding a feather rather than a pen.”



Again, Jennifer nodded and picked up her bow. She took the bow in her left hand and brought it up to her shoulder height so she could see down to the target. Dom relaxed his stance and looked over what Jennifer was doing, he smiled and nodded his head.



“Yeah, that’s good.” He stepped in front of her and relaxed her stance. Using his right index hand he showed her the arrow shelf of the bow, using his left hand Dom twisted the bow so that it was now horizontal. “Now you want to put your arrow there. Go ahead.” He encouraged, Jennifer looked up at him and nodded with his words. She reached behind her back and picked out a lone arrow, placing it against the small curve of the rest.



Dom stepped behind her and let Jennifer take over the holding of the bow. He moved his hands onto hers and showed how the arrow should be loaded onto the string. He then helped her raise the bow up to a vertical stance, his hand was on her softer one as he encouraged her fingers to curl her right index finger above the string while the middle and ring finger wrapped around the bottom.



She couldn’t help but smile in his big, strong arms as he tried to show her how to fire a bow. Dom saw her smile and that made him smile, looking down at her he chuckled lightly.



“What’s so funny?” He asked, as Jennifer looked over her shoulder at him.



“Nothing. I’m just wondering whether you use this to pick up girls?”



“A shocking suggestion Miss Lawrence!” He replied. “If I was looking to pick you up I’d do something like this.” He then put his hand on her tummy and lightly drummed against the fabric covered skin.



“I think you’re trying to make sure that I miss so you don’t look bad.” She said with a grin, pushing herself back against him. If anyone had seen them in the court they would have thought that they had been lovers for decades but they hadn’t even kissed.



“Keep dreaming Lawrence. OK, let’s shoot the arrow. You don’t want to actually grip the arrow.”



“Won’t it fall out?” She asked, peeking over her shoulder at him.



“Nah, the arrow’s going to be kept in place with the string. Now, pull back the string using your back muscles not your arm or bicep. Then, pull the string back so that the bottom of the arrow, or your index finger is under your chin. You want it so that the string could touch your nose and lips.”



Jennifer pulled back as Dom let go of her, she wanted to voice her complaint but smiled when he curled his arms around her stomach.



“Now, using your dominant eye you want to look down the arrow and aim it at the target. Got it?”



She nodded her head confidently and made Dom smile.



“OK, if you think you can make the shot…”



“I can.” Jennifer interrupted him, making him grin.



“If you think you can make the shot,” He continued as Jennifer squinted down the range. “You want to loosen the grip on the string, just let it slide from your fingers and that will let the arrow go.”



Jennifer took a few breaths that Dom could feel. Her tummy moved inwards and then outwards, she repeated it and then the arrow sailed out of the bow and tore towards the circular target. They both watched it with baited breath and Dom smiled as it landed in the outer yellow ring.



“Damn it.” She cursed as she observed that the arrow had missed the bullseye.



“No, that’s a good shot. Most people miss their first time.” Dom realized he still had his arms around her and he let go of her as she relaxed her stance. She turned to face him and looked up at him, she wasn’t sure if she bought the story or not.



He smiled and nodded his head as if to reassure her. Her frown soon turned upside down and she smiled sweetly, with Dom’s nodding head. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.



“Thank you Dom! That actually felt really good!” She beamed at him as they playfully rocked from side to side. When they let go, Dom peered over the smaller woman and made a face as he looked towards the other ranges.



“Do you want to go again? Or should we take off on a trek?”



Jennifer looked down the range and at the arrow that had been buried inside the yellow ring, she bit on her bottom lip and peered back at Dom.



“Do you mind if we go again? I’d like to try and get a better score.”



Dom nodded, walking over to the side of the range, crossing his arms he leant against the fence and watched as she arranged her stance. She pulled out another arrow and fell back into the stance he had taught her earlier. She aimed with the arrow and pointed at the target, Jennifer peeked over at Dom who was watching her eagerly.



“Yes?” She called to him as he peered back up at her.



“Oh nothing. Just want to see you make this shot. See if I’ve been teaching you right.”



Jen stuck her tongue out and moved back to look at the target. Focusing down the range at the circular target that was standing up on three wooden legs. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and let the second arrow fly.



It cut through the air and hit the inner blue ring just outside of the red bullseye. Raising her eyes up to look at the impact of the shot, excitedly she jumped up and cheered at her action.



Dom clapped his hands enthusiastically as Jennifer turned to face him. Grinning, she put her arm under her stomach and bent at her waist bowing to him theatrically. She bounced back up onto her feet and was smiling a great deal excited at her progress.



“That’s great! I’ve never seen anyone make such great progress.” Dom smiled as he took the bow off of her and slung it over his shoulder.



“Should we set off walking then?” Jennifer asked as she looked out to the large green forest of the Los Angeles wildlife.



“Sure! We’ll need to set up a pack for the walk. We can set them up inside though.”



They stepped out of the chain link range and loitered by the cabinet that held the bows and the arrows. Dom placed the items back inside the holding area and locked it up after themselves. He jogged up the stairs and held the door to the camping area of the complex, Jennifer smiled and thanked him for the chivalrous action.



“Still got those manners then?” She asked over her shoulder as they walked down the long corridor to the backpacks and tents that they would be able to carry through the forest. The corridor itself wasn’t exactly unique, the walls were painted in a pastel blue colour from head to toe, there was a single long cable that ran along the ceiling. The cable ran the length of the room and had several lamps that hung freely and illuminated the corridor.



“Yeah, Mom taught me right.” He replied with a casual wink at the end of the sentence. They reached the end of the corridor, he opened the metal door and they stepped into the small room. Dom picked up a large yellow bag and flipped over the navy lid that covered the entrance. He tugged at the drawstring and then pulled the bag open. He smiled and nodded, satisfied with the state of the bag.



Jennifer smiled and followed him into the room, she saw him pick up a yellow bag and she found a smaller blue one that was the opposite of Dom’s bag. She smiled as Dom tossed a water bottle to her, she looked it over as he tossed his into his bag. They were both clear bottles with a red sports top and a decent size too.



“Yeah, she did. I always thought you were way too good for L.A.” Jennifer smiled as Dom glanced over his shoulder at her.



“Bah, someone’s got to be decent right?” Dom smiled sweetly as he grabbed a water proof jacket from the hooks next to where the bags were kept. The jackets were kept on a rail that ran from corner to corner in size order, Dom knew where his size was instantly as it was almost a ritual to have to wash and clean the jackets after a school outing.



The jackets were separated into men’s and women’s, the men’s were a dark royal blue color while the women’s were a yellow mustard color. They each had hoods that came up and would rest just in front of the wearer’s head.



“You always were decent.” Jennifer said with a smile, stepping next to him she playfully bumped her hips against his. She saw that the smaller, more feminine jackets were in front of the men’s. She quickly browsed through them and found the one in her size, mimicking Dom’s folding. When she saw him smile back at her, she smiled again. Something came over her thoughts, did she enjoy Dom smiling? Whenever he got that goofy smile that ran from ear to ear she wanted to smile as well, like his pleasure increased hers.



God! She never fully understood just how much she missed being in his company. While she had been away on film sets meeting new people she had never really had chance to hang out with a friend. But now, here she was talking, laughing and playing with one of her oldest and dearest friends from high school. A chapter in her life she thought she had closed forever.



Dom’s mind was in disarray, he thought Jennifer had been playing with him as they had chatted. But as he thought about what she had been saying he wondered if she’d actually been flirting with him.



Dom reached under the counter that held most of the camping equipment. He fished out two small camping packs of food. It was kept in a small, clear plastic case with a zip top. Inside the bag there was a pack of chips, a small energy bar and a plastic tub of salad. He then grabbed two small cartons of cereal, dumping the cartons into a blue plastic cup, Dom then brought two plastic cups over to the fridge and poured milk into the cup. He then screwed the cups full of cereal together so that they could have them first thing in the morning.



“That OK for you Jen?” He asked as he showed her their dinner and breakfast for the evening and morning afterwards.



“Looks great big guy.” Jennifer said with a big, cheeky grin. She turned back to packing her bag and her mind began to wander from her chore.



Had she been flirting with him? Jennifer turned away slightly and looked back to the table and her bag that she’d been packing. She sneaked a quick glance at Dom and looked back, frowning as she did so. She wondered if he felt the same way she did, Jennifer scowled at herself. Why did the possible notion that Dom didn’t find her attractive bother her so much? Her mind drifted back to the fact that she was packing for the weekend. She really should be concentrating.



Dom looked up at the wall and grabbed a navy blue double sized sleeping bag from one of the hooks.



“You’re taking a double?” Jennifer asked as she noted Dom pick one up.



“Yeah, I like to roll over in the night. Don’t want to bunch up the singles, I’ve ripped more than one doing that.” He said with a chuckle as he tossed a single sleeping bag to Jennifer. She thanked him and watched as he unraveled two black straps from the top of the backpack and looped it over the rolled up bag. He then clipped it together making the sleeping bag secure on the top of his backpack.



She felt the wind pass her as he slung his bag over her shoulder and turned to face her. Dom was ready to go, Jennifer mimicked him and got her own bag on her shoulders. She dug her thumbs under the straps and followed him and smiled as he walked out of the door.



They made their way down the hall back to where they had stashed Jennifer’s bag for the time being. They made idle chit chat as they walked back towards the warmer section of the resort. Dom could feel her eyes on his back, roaming over his broad shoulders and onto the slimmer small of his back. Was she checking him out? She had been more playful than the last time they chatted. He had stepped up to open the door to the resort and was randomly jabbing at the keypad. He really should be concentrating.



“So, we’ll get you a change of clothes for tomorrow and then we can set off.” Dom said, snapping back to reality. He opened the door and let her walk through and followed her into the main room. They walked up the steps and headed towards the dorms, on top of the reception on the second floor there were two large rooms. A male room and a female room, dormitories for the guests of the resort.



Dom hoisted the bag into the air and gripped the top handle and carried it up to the bedrooms. Jennifer thanked him and they loitered by the female dorms.



“OK, if you want to get a change of clothes I’ll get mine and we can meet in the reception.”



Dom said with a smile and a nod. Jennifer nodded her head and walked through the stylized wooden door to the female dormitory. Dom turned on his heel and walked over to the staff section where he resided. Dumping the bag on the floor, he walked over to the standing wardrobe and rummaged through it. Finding an old Iron Maiden t-shirt and some worn cargo shorts, he tossed them onto the bed and moved onto his socks and shoes. He filled out the backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Walking out of his room, he turned his back and locked his door. Dropping his key into his pockets, Dom made his way down the stairs.



Jennifer laid her bag onto one of the small beds and started to rummage through it. Dom had told her to pack lightly since the weather was going to be good over the weekend. She settled on a long sleeved baseball style shirt, it had a white base with black sleeves, she also got a pair of shorts that ran to the mid point of her thighs. Stuffing an alternate pair of cute white socks with pink hearts into the bag, Jen stuffed them into her bag and dropped her backpack onto the ground. She put her own personal bag into the small locker to the side of the bed and locked it. Stuffing the key into her pocket, Jennifer grabbed her backpack for the weekend and made her way out of the room.



She saw Dom was already waiting for her and smiled warmly when he smiled up at her. She stepped down the stairs and she felt like her heart grew a few sizes as he stepped towards her. Jennifer grinned as her stomach gave her a series of twists and turns. She was falling for him. Hard.

Dom watched Jennifer bounce down the stairs. Her long, freshly dyed brown hair bobbed lightly, lapping at the straps of her grey vest as she walked down the steps. He stepped forward to meet her and grinned as she smiled at him. His stomach threw something towards him, something a lot like love. He did like being near her and she seemed to like him being near her too. Was he falling for her again? He wasn’t sure if he could handle that again. Not after last time.



“OK, so what we’ll do is set off east and walk until the sun sets.” Dom started as Jen watched him speak. “Then, we’ll camp out for the night and head back in the morning.” He punctuated the last part of his sentence with a firm nod of his head.



“Sure. Sounds good!” Jennifer wasn’t looking forward to the walk, it was necessary for her film and she wanted the job. She just wasn’t a big fan of walking. But, with Dom leading her she felt like she would follow him to the end of the world if he wanted her to.



They stepped out into the warm sunshine of the Los Angeles afternoon sun, directly in front of them there was a large vast area of open space where other employees would be able to work a class. The resort where Dom worked was almost like a poorly kept secret, it was nestled away in the San Gabriel mountains. The resort was overly suitable for most schools in the local area as it was a great source of outdoors activity.



The area where the resort had been built on was open and wide, perfect for a resort like his. Because of the natural rocky terrain, the site was perfect for mountain biking as well. That was something Dom was particularly enthusiastic about, he liked the thrill of going quickly especially when it was downhill. The resort had at least thirty mountain bikes which would roughly be the size of a school class.



The resort also had a series of mountain climbing ranges that were currently in use. Ricardo, Dom’s supervisor was talking to a group of school kids about how to scale the walls. He nodded towards him and Jennifer as they walked past him, Dom met him with a wave as they passed him.



They reached the perimeter of the resort and a large wooden fence. He slipped a large metal hook upwards and opened the gate, they walked through it and Jennifer watched as he closed the gate after them.



Turning to face her, he smiled and gestured along the path. They set off walking along the beaten path, Jennifer sticking closely to him as they started walking. They were quiet for a few moments before Dom broke the awkward silence.



“So, what’s the new movie about? Some Twilight bull shit right?” His usual tact filled his voice when he was talking about teen fads.



“I’d hardly call it bull shit. But yeah, it’s popular with teens. Especially girls. Why? You going to come and see me?” She teased as she bumped her hips against his again.



“Heaven’s no. I was just trying to make conversation! Are you going to be killing anyone in the movie?”



“Probably not. Most of the deaths are going to be off screen anyway so we can get a reduced rating.”



“I’m definitely not going to see it then.” Dom replied in a dead pan fashion. Jennifer’s jaw dropped slightly as she realized Dom was joking she playfully punched him in the arm.



“You’re such a jerk!” She spat out playfully as they followed the trail.



“Kiss my ass Jennifer.” He retorted as she smacked him again.



“You know I hate being called that!” Referring to her full, Christian name.



“What? Jennifer?” He asked again, as they carried on walking. She pouted slightly but ran and caught up with the handsome worker.



***



They had been walking for a good few hours and there was a thin film of sweat on her body while Dom was still in perfect shape.



“Uh… Uh… Mercy.” Jen started, she looked over at Dom who looked over his shoulder at her.



“You want to camp here?” Dom asked as he stepped over to talk to her. She panted slowly and nodded her head, her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. They walked a little off the path into a clearing on the side of the hill. Jennifer let out a startled gasp when she saw the view.



“Incredible isn’t it?” Dom asked as he joined her.



“Yeah! It really is!” She looked out into the bustling nightlife of Los Angeles and realized just how far away they were. She could barely hear the traffic as the sun set. Something caught her eye as she peered over the skyline.



“Is that…” She started and Dom nodded his head.



“Yes it is. That’s our old high school.” Dom confirmed her suspicions and aided her by pointing his finger at a speck in the distance.



“Oh wow… I remember thinking this place was so far away…” Jen said with a smile, wistful at the sight of her old school and form of torment. Jennifer shrugged off her bag and dumped it next to a large tree opposite where they had been standing.



“Two kids from Los Angeles camping out in the woods. Who would’ve thought it?” Dom said with a grin as he dropped his large knapsack on the floor and unclipped his sleeping bag.



“I know right? God, I remember daydreaming at school and looking up here.”



“Yeah, a year after you left I remember looking at this forest and promising myself I was going to come up here and get drunk.” Dom said with a smile, tucking the sleeping bag under his arm. Dom walked over to the circle they had made for the camp fire and dropped to his knees. Dumping the bag on the ground, he tossed a few fire lighters to the ground and lit the camp fire.



“Did you?” She asked curiously as she sat down opposite him.



“Oh yeah. Drank myself sober if I remember correctly.” He said with a grin as he watched her look up at him. The fire started to crackle with life as he tended to it.



“Did you drink for me too?” She asked, a big grin on her face as she watched the fire come to life. It made several noises as it started to breath like it was a third party in their conversation. Dom placed a few sticks on it to make sure it would burn through the night and keep them warm.



“Yeah. I was so psyched that you’d got so popular and famous. I figured you wouldn’t be able to so yeah, I drank for you.”



“You remember when we first met?” Jennifer asked, casting a glance up at him as he shook his sleeping bag out ready for him to sleep in.



“Huh. Yeah, I remember. How long has it been? God, nearly ten years right?”



“Yeah… Dom can you tell me the story?” She asked, bringing her knees up to her chest she wrapped her arms around them as he cast a look over at her.



“You remember it don’t you?” He asked, as he slipped into his own bag. She smiled sweetly and nodded her head.



“Yes. But I’d like you to tell me it any way.”



Smiling, the handsome young man nodded his head and ran a hand through his long black hair. “We were in maths class at school and you were struggling with a problem. There was a jackass at the back of the class who kept making dumb comments at you. We broke for lunch and the guy kept on at you, he called you dumb and retarded… I tapped him on the shoulder and as soon as he turned around I smacked him clean in the nose. I sat down next to you and asked if you wanted to have some of my chili fries. When he got back up, he saw me, freaked out and ran off, we laughed and were friends until the end.”



Jen smiled and nodded her head. “You were so brave. I always thought you would have made a good cop.”



“Thanks but I always preferred the outdoors. Couldn’t do with being stuck in the city the whole time.”



Jennifer watched Dom speak almost wistfully. Sleep clawed at her mind but she shook it away, his voice was music to her ears and she didn’t want him to stop talking. Not yet at least. She had yawned briefly between Dom’s swift glances at her, but when she yawned again and Dom caught her.



“We’ve got a long day tomorrow. Why don’t we turn in and get some sleep? We’ll get some breakfast at break of the day and then we’ll get back to working on archery.”



“Sure… Dom, can I ask you something?” She asked, slipping into her own smaller sleeping bag.



“Shoot.”



“Why didn’t you say anything about me?” Jennifer looked over at him as he brought his eyes up to meet her gaze.



“… How could I? Jen you were way out of my league and now you’re a Hollywood star. You… You were picture perfect and we just wouldn’t have worked.” Dom spluttered out a vague excuse as to why Dom didn’t ask her out or act on his crush. “Besides, I thought you’d never be interested in me. Now you’re a movie star, you’re above me.”



His cheeks turned a shade of pink as he looked at his feet in the sleeping bag. He looked around the woodland but didn’t want to look at his female companion. He was frightened of what she thought of him, he didn’t want to freak her out.



Jennifer turned her head to the side and frowned lightly. Was that what he thought of her? She wondered if he lacked some sort of self confidence and that was why he didn’t ask her out? Maybe he was scared of what her answer was going to be. She took a breath and tried to collect a measure of tact before talking to him.



“Is that what you think of me Dom? You seriously think I think I’m above you?”



She decided to throw tact out of the window as she spoke to him.



“I never said that.”



“No but you inferred it!”



“Jen let’s not fight about this. I was just a dumb kid.”



Jennifer let out an exasperated sigh and nodded her head. “Sure, OK… Good night Dom.”



While she couldn’t quite see it, Dom was smiling back at her. He was glad he hadn’t fucked up their relationship just yet. “Good night Jennifer… Oof!” Dom was hit by something in the stomach, he reached down to grab it and saw Jen had wrapped her dirty clothes up in a ball and tossed them at him. He laughed lightly and rolled over to go to sleep.



After Jennifer had thrown her clothes at him, she lay on her back and gazed up at the stars, well aware of the presence so near to her. The presence of her handsome, high school friend Dominic Bryan. She smiled sweetly at the thought of him being there for her, and how good his hands had felt on top of hers when he had taught her how to shoot a bow and arrow. She thought about how strong his body had felt pressed up against her like that and how safe she felt when he hugged her. Her eyes drifted over to Dom and saw knew there was enough room in his bag for two. She reached to the side of hers and casually unzipped hers slowly, she slipped out of her warm bag and padded over to his. Dressed in her panties and an old tank top that she typically slept in, Jennifer tugged at the top of his bag and slid inside with him.



Dom was in the midst of a particularly boring dream when he felt a soft weight press against his chest. He stirred lightly and looked down to see Jennifer had slipped into the bag with him.



“Jen?” He asked sleepily when his sleeping bag got a little tighter as it was filled with the both of their frames.



“Hey, I’m cold in my sleeping bag. I want to snuggle up with you.” She replied, beaming up at him. As she did that, she hooked her arms under his arm pits and placed her hands on his back. She smiled and nestled into his chest, listening to his heart beat steadily.



Dom was confused and rather aroused. He tried to think of anything else but could do little to stop the erection building in his pants. He bit down on his bottom lip slowly as his shaft pressed against her tight, toned abdomen. There was no way she didn’t feel it, he looked down at her as she looked down into the sleeping bag.



Her big eyes shifted back up to his, a shade of pink flushed to his cheeks as she smiled sweetly. Moving up, she pressed her smile onto his lips and they kissed for the first time since they had met at high school. He tasted just about as good as anything Jennifer had ever tasted, a wider smile crept across her lips as she parted her legs and straddled him inside the sleeping bag.



Dom’s hands moved to her sleeping shirt and he slowly slid his hands under the fabric and he started to lightly stroke at her skin. It was Dom’s turn to smile as his fingers touched her soft, silky skin for the first time. Breaking his lips off of hers, Dom started to kiss his way over to her neck. Using his right hand, Dom continued to stroke the small of her back while he moved his left hand up to the back of her head. He ran his hands through her hair, lightly stroking the soft, well maintained hair.



Jennifer moaned, tilting her head backwards as Dom lovingly toyed with her hair. His index finger lightly wrapped a tussle of her long freshly dyed brown hair as his lips kissed from her lips to her cheek to her ear and then to a point just behind her ear. He lightly pecked at one of her more sensitive spots, making her gasp then giggle lightly.



“Oh, right there Dom!” She said, as he nodded lightly and pressed his lips against the sensitive spot again. Dom rearranged herself by sitting up, and holding her closer against him. Dom opened his mouth and lightly flicked his tongue against the spot, quickly moving his fleshy organ against her soft skin.



Jennifer’s panties were starting to get wet as she started to grind her groin against the handsome young man she was sharing the sleeping bag with. Jennifer took his head in her hands and pressed her lips against hers for the second time that evening. Their lips parted and she tasted his tongue in her mouth for the first time, she moaned in bliss as his broad tongue gently stroked hers.



Dom pushed his tongue along the top side of hers, he couldn’t help but smile as she moaned at his actions. He couldn’t believe that Jennifer Lawrence, his old high school buddy was rubbing herself against him and she was horny. When he withdrew his tongue from her mouth, they were quiet for a moment as she let her head rest against his.



“Jen… I’m so happy right now.” He admitted, looking up at her as she slowly opened her eyes.



“Oh Dom… I never knew. Why didn’t you tell me?” She said, a soft smile on her face.



“How could I? You were way too pretty and I was far too nervous.” He admitted, another shade of pink flushed to both of their cheeks as she was flattered by him calling her pretty.



“Y’know, I always thought you were cute.”



“Really?” He asked, looking back at her as she smiled and nodded her head.



“Yep! I always wanted someone who would be able to look out for me. I hated school and you came along like you were some sort of superhero. My own personal protector who would be able to look after me forever.”



Dom smiled this time as he brushed her hair out of her face. They kissed again and Jennifer started to explore his body, she could feel his hard abs through the light cotton shirt he was wearing. He was in shape and probably worked out a hell of a lot, tugging at his shirt, Jennifer sat back, breaking the kiss and pulling the shirt up over his head. Dumping it next to them, she finally had chance to admire his body.



She was right.



He certainly liked to work out and that was just great with her. Her thumbs traced each part of his abs, admiring the grooves of his muscles. She planted a soft kiss on his chest and started to work her way down to his abs. Reaching his shorts, Jennifer looked up at him and smiled sweetly, loosening the string she tugged at the grey material.



He lifted his ass up off of the sleeping bag and let her take his pants down. He wasn’t sleeping in any boxer shorts so his knob fell out freely. Jennifer’s jaw dropped, it was close to seven inches long and proportionately thick too.



“Little Dom’s all grown up huh?” She asked, slowly wrapping the base of her hand around his shaft. Her thumb and right index finger joined together in an ‘OK’ type of position. She slowly started to jerk off the base of his cock as he groaned to the sky and nodded his head.



“Sure Jen… Whatever you say…”



Jennifer smiled, as she bent down to put her lips closer to Dom’s shaft. She figured he probably wasn’t that vocal during sex or maybe he was happy with the fact that she was about to suck his cock? She wasn’t sure but she knew that she didn’t care, she wanted to be with the boy she loved.



Dom’s eyes fluttered shut slowly as Jennifer took his cock into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the bump just under his dick’s head. She tucked some errant hairs behind her ear so he could see her take his dick in her mouth.



Dom groaned and licked at his lips as Jennifer wrapped her left hand around the base of his shaft and slowly stroked the bottom of his cock. She gave a cute moan onto his shaft when she cast her eyes up at Dom as she smoothly bobbed her head up and down the first couple of inches of his dick, her free hand stroking the other part. Dom let out another groan when Jennifer moved another hand down to her panties and he could smell her arousal.



She took her mouth off of his dick and made an exaggerated gasp for air. She smiled sweetly while still jerking him off and looked up at him.



“You know, sucking your cock turns me on so much. I just have to play with myself.” She gave him a playful wink as Dom groaned at her admission and nodded his head. He pulled himself up to a sitting position so Jen could have more room to play with. He then unzipped the sleeping bag and opened it up so that she wouldn’t have to bunch herself up.



With Jen rubbing herself in the comforts of her panties, Dom groaned as she got back into the rhythm of moving back and forth on his cock. As she bobbed her head up and down, her hand started to cover less and less of his shaft since her mouth was taking a claim to more of it. Jennifer moved her hand to his balls and playfully squeezed them as she worked his shaft in her mouth. She worked her mouth around his dick, moving up and down his shaft, feeling it tense up against her tongue as she brought her lips up and took her mouth off of his cock. When he looked down at her, she smiled and kissed the head of his dick.



“Ohhhhh…” Dom groaned again as she gave another soft kiss against his cock all the while she was fondling his large nuts in her left hand. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dom’s left hand directly in front of her on the ground, she moved forward and placed hers on top of his. She lightly squeezed it as reassurance, when he looked down at her, Jennifer smiled and made Dom smile in turn.



Jennifer closed her eyes and flicked her wet tongue against the head of his dick and as she slipped down his shaft again she made sure to coat the underside of his cock with an equal amount of attention as well. The fire between her legs was burning even higher as she took his cock in her warm, wet mouth like she was some sort of cock sucking expert. She twisted her head to the left and then to the right, dragging her tongue with it as she slipped up and down his dick.



Jennifer moaned through his dick as she quickly flicked from her index finger to her middle finger as she rubbed herself in tiny circles. Sucking cock didn’t really excite her that much but the fact that she was so horny may have been something to do with the fact that she was sucking Dom’s cock. The fire was begging for more attention and she knew she wanted to mount him soon.



Dom smiled down at Jennifer as she slipped up and down his dick, she was doing such a great job working on his cock and while Dom did have limited experience with women, he knew she was something special as she worked herself all over his shaft.



“Ohhhhh damn… Jen, you’re so hot…” Dom moaned as he watched his best friend and incredibly hot actress take his dick in her mouth and smoothly suck his cock.



Jennifer’s moans filled the forest when she groaned around his shaft as she bobbed her head at a quicker pace, gently slapping her tongue against his shaft. She removed the hand from her panties and slipped it under her vest to palm at her moderately sized breasts. Toying with her nipples and squeezing the flesh made her groan again, Dom saw what she was doing and moved one of his hands down to join her.

Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I’d love to hear some feedback as per usual. Please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn’t want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You’re not a monster are you?



Also, please don’t post this on any other site without my explicit permission. I’ve had to bring the hammer down on two thieves right as of writing and don’t want to bring it down again.



Author: Blackjack



Celebrity: Alison Brie



Codes: MF, MMF, Cons, Oral, Anal, DP, Facial




*



Ian stifled a yawn as he watched the new guy, Jack, sweep the floor of the entrance point of the store. It had been another boring day of work at ‘The Party Store’ as the seconds drained away and found that he could feel time taking its toll on his body.



It had been almost six months since Jessica Alba had joined him in another sexual act. He had wondered if people were starting to talk about the store and wondered if that was the reason to do with the recent bustle that the store had been going through. There had been a resurgence with Ian and Mister Rombassi and several filming companies had gotten hold of them to talk about renting several costumes for certain shows.



But, that time had come and gone and now they were alone on the high street. Mister Rombassi had left, leaving the two younger guys alone in the store. Jack kept sneaking glances at Ian as they worked.



“What is it man?” Ian asked, putting a pen down in a exasperation.



“It’s… Well… I heard off of a web site that celebrities come here. Is it true?” Jack practically ran up to the counter to talk to the older member of staff. Ian smirked and looked at the new recruit, he briefly pondered telling him that celebrities did shop here and he’d fucked two of them.



“A couple of them have been in yeah. But, they’re just like regular people, just like you and me.” Ian said with a smile, fighting the urge to patronizingly pat the man on his forearm.



“Do you think I’ll see any?”



“I think it’s L.A, you’re bound to see someone. Now why don’t you look at getting that front door swept?” Ian said with a smile as he gestured at the open front door. Jack nodded and left, Ian chuckled lightly and went back to his iPad and the crossword app he had downloaded.



There was a brief scuttle of footsteps and he looked up to see Jack rushing back into the store. He was mouthing something silently and jabbing his thumb towards the entrance. Ian made a face like he wasn’t sure what Jack was talking about, and when he peered over Jack’s shoulder and saw a small, petite woman walk into the room.



Ian recognized her immediately as Alison Brie, famous for Mad Men, Community and Scream 4. He then cast a glance back to Jack in a ‘Well, what do you want me to do?’ type of shrug on his shoulders. They didn’t have long to chat before Alison interjected.



“Hi!” She said warmly as she stood between the two sales clerks. Jack smirked lightly as Ian stood up.



“Hi, welcome to The Party Store. How can I help you?”



“Well, I’ve got some costume parties to go to and I need the best costumes you’ve got!” Alison beamed, tucking a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear. She was wearing a button up blouse that came up just above her chest line and was wearing a pair of bell bottom jeans that hugged her lower figure.



“Sure, are you looking for anything in particular?” Ian asked as he walked out from behind the counter and stepped closer to her.



“Well, the parties are supposed to be sexy. Do you have any sexy outfits?”



Jack whelped as Ian cast a look at him as they moved past a selection of kids costumes.



“Is he OK?” Alison asked quietly, jabbing her left thumb stealthily at Jack.



“Yeah, he’s fine. Just a little eager.” Ian guided Alison towards the back of the store and next to the fitting rooms. Reaching in, he tugged at a rail and slid it out so Alison could browse it. “Those are all the sexy ones we’ve got. We have some more… Adult… Ones but they’re on special order. They take about fourteen working days to get here.”



“Nah, these ones will be cool thanks. Can I try them on?” She asked him as she fished out a white plastic-y naughty nurse costume. She then reached back into the rail and fished out a two piece naughty school girl outfit.



“Yeah, sure. If you come in here,” He said, gesturing to the two changing rooms. He tugged down one of the blue felt curtains so Alison could change in privacy. She nodded and as she walked into the room and shut the curtain, Ian walked back to the front of the store to a slack jawed Jack.



“Dude, that was Alison Brie!” He stammered as Ian nodded his head.



“Yeah… And?”



“Oh my Gods! You’ve seen celebrities before haven’t you!?” Jack accused, jabbing a finger in Ian’s face. Ian smirked and waved Jack’s finger out of his face, he looked at him and took a breath.



“Jessica Alba and Jennifer Love Hewitt have shopped in here before.”



Ian stepped behind the counter and rang up a transaction as Jack stared at him, his mouth open slightly. Ian focused on the transaction, opting to not tell him about the fact that he had fucked them. As the drawer opened, he saw that the till was low on change. Grinning, he took out the customer’s change and she thanked the two boys as she made her way out of the store.



“Hey man, we’re low on change. Can you go to the office and get me a banking slip?”



Jack nodded and rest the broom up against the counter. He walked past the fitting rooms and made a funny face as he walked into the back. Ian shook his head lightly and stepped into the foyer of the costume store. Stretching lightly, Ian cast a glance over at the changing rooms and wondered what Alison was changing into. When Jack reappeared, Ian took the slip from him and quickly filled it in. Passing it back to the younger man, Ian smiled and took hold of a backpack that was kept behind the till.



“OK man, time for you to go the bank for us.”



“What!?” Jack exclaimed, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Ian smiled and nodded his head.



“Yeah, we need change and this will be an exciting new experience for you!” Ian slapped Jack on the back and gestured for him to go to the door. Jack tried to argue but knew it was a wasted attempt, he nodded his head and walked out glumly. Ian grinned and walked into the back of the store, as he did he heard Alison calling out.



“Hey are you out there?” She called as Ian stepped to the curtain.



“Hey, sorry yeah I’m here. I had to deal with a customer. What’s up?”



“Um… Well, the costume’s a little tight. Can I get your opinion on it?” She called out as Ian silently punched the air.



“Sure… Do you want me to come in?” He asked, caution in his voice as Alison smiled.



“Well, I’d rather I came out there… Can you shut the store? I don’t want other people to see me in this.” Alison’s logic was sound and he’d done a lot more for Love and Jessica.



“Sure, give me a second.” Ian darted back up to the front of the store and locked the door. Flipping the sign over to say the store was closed, Ian quickly scrawled a note telling Jack to come round the back to get in. With a twist of his key, Ian removed his key and pocketed it.



“OK, the store’s locked up now.” Ian said, resting his left arm on a steel clothing rail. The curtain came back and Alison stepped out in the nurse outfit. It was a tight, white one piece outfit that hugged her figure, on her flat tummy there was a red circle with a white cross inside it. Near her breasts there was a big gap so you could see all of her cleavage. She had on lacy white gloves that ran up to her elbows that were accompanied by a set of white thigh high stockings. Ian’s jaw dropped and he could feel a bulge growing in his pants as she stepped out of the changing rooms.



She smiled and gave a slight twirl in the outfit.



“Do I need to take your temperature?”



“I certainly wouldn’t mind it!” Ian flirted with her as Alison smiled and licked her bottom lip casually. She cast a look around and saw that they were alone.



“Where’s the other guy?”



“He’s gone out for change. He won’t be here for at least half an hour.”



“Good. You know this place has got a reputation in certain circles in Hollywood?”



“… A… A reputation?” Ian stammered as he backed up. A moment of humour hit him, he had got a blowjob from both Jennifer Love Hewitt and Jessica Alba, fucked Jessica in the ass and fucked both Love and Jessica in that very changing room and here he was being nervous in front of poor adorable Alison Brie.



He gave himself a mercy clause though. She was feisty… And Hot… And cute… And funny. She was going to take him willingly and he was going to like the whole damn ride. She had a killer body, her work on Mad Men had shown that off well enough. Plus if you had seen her on Hot Sluts, then you knew full well that her cleavage was nothing to turn away from. Her big, wide blue eyes stared up at him as she moved him towards one of the large clothing rails that had several costumes on.



The hangers rattled and fell to the floor, the costumes crumpling against the carpeted fabric. He cast his eyes down at them and back up at Alison who had now closed the gap and was merely inches away from the handsome, over worked and under fucked sales assistant. Some people may have argued that fucking two celebrities as hot as they were would take him out of the under fucked category but that was six months and nearly one whole year ago and besides, wouldn’t you rather be boning all the time?



Alison lay her hands on Ian’s shoulders and she lightly rubbed them, shushing him as she did so.



“Oh yeah baby. A reputation. A good one too. You know what I’m talking about don’t you?” Ian nodded his head and she smiled sweetly. “And just what am I talking about?”



“Fucking girls.”



“Fucking girls… Like Jennifer Love Hewitt? Or… Jessica Alba?” Alison said with a wicked grin as she pushed her body up against his. Rubbing her chest against his, Alison looked down and smiled when his erection pushed up against the inside of her thigh.



“Sorry…” He began but was cut off by her right index finger on his lips.



“Don’t be. Nurse Alison needs to take your temperature.” Her hands came up to his face, as she ran her hands through his messy brown hair and smiled. Playing the part, she then put the palm of her hand on his forehead.



“Oh my…”



“What is it?” He asked as she came in closer to Ian, he still wasn’t aware that she was playing the part even though her face had a big, beaming smile on it.



“It looks like I may have to take your temperature. It seems you’re developing a fever. Say `ahh’.” Alison said sexily, then it clicked with him. Matching her smile, though his was a tad more goofy, he complied and opened his mouth. Alison then put her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips.



Their lips met and made a soft, hot tangling of flesh as they smacked against each other. Sliding his tongue inside her mouth, Alison moaned softly as he planted his hands on her hips running them up and down the fabric that contained her silky skin. Their tongues met in the middle and playfully wrestled with each others as they explored the other’s mouth. Running his left hand up her back, he ran it up to her head of brown hair and ran it though her luscious locks.



Breaking the kiss, Alison Brie, star of Community and general nerd girl smiled, panting, aiming to catch her breath.



“Are you well Nurse?” He asked with a smile as he finally started to join in their sordid role play session. Alison brought her hands up and placed a finger on his lips.



“Just getting my breath back. I think I need to take your temperature again.” She said with a smile, hooking her arms around his back she tugged herself closer to him and planted her lips on his again.



The two pairs of lips smacked with each others as their tongues entered the other’s mouth and explored again. He wrapped his tongue around hers and lightly sucked on it as she moaned into his mouth. He ran his hands down her side to her soft, juicy ass, running over her cheeks he took a chance and lightly squeezed the skin making her moan.



Alison was the one who broke the kiss again and moaned to the sky as he kissed his way down to her neck and tasted it for the first time. While she was still straddling him up against the clothing rail, Alison started to rub her groin up against his. She smiled when she felt his erection swell and push against her moist pussy.



“Oh, look at that!” Alison exclaimed with a giggle, finally acknowledging his erection.



“What’s that Nurse?”



“It looks like you’ve brought your own thermometer.”



She said with a smile as she brought her hands down to his jeans. She slipped his shirt up off of the belt line and tugged at the small metal latch that kept it together. With ease, she soon had the leather loosened and had ripped it out of the loops that decorated the top of his jeans. Dumping it next to the costumes on the floor, Alison then unbuttoned the button and unzipped his fly. Yanking his pants down, she let him step out of the denim and stand before her only in his boxer shorts.



“All right, let’s see just how big your thermometer is.” Ian grinned, hardly believing his luck as Alison hooked her two index fingers inside the waist band of his boxer shorts and started to slowly slide them down his hips. Soon, his dick popped out to play making the TV and one time movie star, gasp in surprise. She continued to slide his shorts down his legs and let the handsome sales assistant kick them away. She had been squatting on the floor but now she opted to get down on her knees completely. She cast a glance up at him and smiled, taking his hard rod in her hands, she gasped at just how hard he felt. Regaining her composure, she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed making him moan.



“Well, you seem to be able to still feel pain. That’s a good sign, let’s see what other things you can feel.”



Alison cast her eyes over his dick and smiled sweetly. She looked at it intently, almost as if she was examining it. It had done the job with two other celebrities, why should it be any different with her? Ian thought to himself as he watched her work with his nine inch dick. Was nine inches enough for her? Doubt started to fill his mind as he thought back to fucking JLH and Jessica Alba. Neither seemed like they had been faking but how would he have known? They weren’t exactly recreating Harry Met Sally in there, was that a good thing or a bad thing? She must have realised that she had been staring and cast her eyes up to him.



“That’s one big thermometer.” Alison remarked, cementing his belief that he was a above average.



“Why don’t you take my temperature Nurse Alison?”



“What a good idea, I’ll do that now.”



Alison then leant forward and planted a soft kiss on his large ball sac. She then started to run her tongue from the bottom of his shaft all the way to the head. Reaching the tip, Alison opened her mouth and wrapped her soft, sexy lips around his shaft. She then started bobbing up and down covering two or three inches at a time. Making two or three rises and drops of her mouth, Alison flicked her tongue over his shaft making a valiant effort into covering the entire bottom half of his shaft.



Alison moaned happily as his shaft was buried deep in her mouth, without even really trying she’d managed to suck close to seven inches in her mouth. Slowly opening her eyes, they made eye contact with each other. She smiled around his member and started to bob up and down on his shaft with a quick pace making sure to get all of his shaft nice and wet. Forcing herself down on his shaft again, Alison’s nose hit his neatly trimmed pubic hair making her smile as it probably tickled her.



Bringing herself up off of his shaft, Alison spat on her right hand and playfully tugged at the shaft stretching the skin and letting it crumple again. Her freshly lubricated hand was a nice treat as she pleasured Ian with a slow, steady hand job. Getting back into character, Alison cast a glance up at Ian and smiled sweetly.



“Well, I can feel your temperature is dropping. I think we may be done soon.”



“Really Nurse Alison? You actually seem a little warm now though. Could you be suffering through something as well? You seem quite warm near your chest. Should I apply some pressure to it?” Ian asked, hoping to get near her glorious mounds. He prayed that she actually wanted to fuck him and not just have a fool around.



“Are you a qualified doctor?” She asked, her big eyes fluttered shut and open swiftly as she made eye contact with him.



“I used to be…” He replied, unsure of how to exactly respond.



“Perhaps it’s for the best then Doctor?”



“Perhaps it is.”



Standing up, Alison pressed her lips on his and they shared another kiss. Her tongue passed into his mouth and explored the orifice as she carried on jerking him. Running his hands over her body, he was almost in awe of all her fantastic curves and fantastic silky skin. Most of her body was covered by the silky fabric that made up the nurse’s outfit which regrettably covered up her breasts.



He ran his hands up from her waist to her chest and lightly squeezed her breasts making her moan. Alison broke the kiss and scooted up closer to him, she pulled herself closer to him and took his hands in hers. She then planted them on her chest, giving him free will to do whatever her wanted to her. As he stared at her chest for a while, he got with the programme and started to squeeze and fondle her flesh. Alison moaned sexily and unclipped the toy stethoscope that had previously just hung around her neck. She then playfully looped it around Ian’s neck and pushed his face into her glorious cleavage and let him really go to work. Ian’s tongue flicked and lashed at the valley of cleavage that had been neatly framed by the costume. Her soft skin felt so good on his tongue and he happily attacked ever opportunity of fleshy offering.



Alison moaned and tilted her head back, groaning to the sky as her breasts were covered with a thin film of Ian’s saliva. Alison undid the back of her outfit so that he could see her tits in all their glory. As soon as her hard, puffy nipples came into view, Ian latched onto them immediately. Meanwhile, Alison had pressed her still clothed groin against his and was starting to rub it against his hard dick.



“Ugh, enough. Let’s fuck!” Ian commented, lifting his head up off of her tits.



Alison seemed to be in agreement, grinned and tugged the hemline of her nurse’s outfit upwards revealing her lacy black panties to Ian. He could see the moist outline of her lips begging for attention, Alison smiled and pulled them to the right of her pussy. Ian almost gasped when he saw her delicious cunt, it looked like it was ready to eat him alive and frankly he couldn’t think of a more noble way to go.



“Lie down Ian.” Alison said in a commanding tone, he was more than willing to comply and lay down on the soft, carpeted floor. Alison then stepped over his groin pushed her ass backwards, and pushed herself down impaling herself on his dick. They both shared a gasp as several inches buried themselves inside her warm, wet pussy. Alison groaned and started to lift herself up and then subsequently drop on the dick sliding in and out of her. She leant forward placing both of her hands on either side of his head and started to work their union.



Not wanting to be left out, Ian tilted his head upwards, Ian latched onto one of Alison’s more notable features, her left breast, and sucked lightly on her nipple as she rode him. Running his hand up and down her back, he ran it down to her fine ass and squeezed her fleshy buns making her moan again. Throwing her head back, she increased her rising and dropping steadily getting all of his dick inside her pussy.

Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I’d love to hear some feedback as per usual. Please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn’t want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You’re not a monster are you?



Also, please don’t post this on any other site without my explicit permission. I’ve had to bring the hammer down on two thieves right as of writing and don’t want to bring it down again.



Author’s Note: Just a quick heads-up, the story is based in Sydney, Australia around the time of Armageddon Expo 2011. Also, since they spell things in the British mannerisms, I’m going to do it too :P




*



Laura flopped down on the large bed of the expensive Sydney hotel. She had flown in for the weekend to appear at a local convention, and was looking forward to checking out not only the convention but also see the country. Laura was on the road a lot due to her filming schedule and current tour of conventions. Running a hand through her long, loose blonde hair, Laura smiled and rolled her head to the right so she could look out at the harbour.



She wanted to go and see the city and maybe get some time on the beach and relax. Maybe she’d catch some local TV too, she always liked watching TV in other countries, she thought it was rather amusing to see how other people watched TV. She looked around the large, well decorated room to try and find the remote.



It was then, Laura heard it for the first time. There was a grunt and then a low moan, there was a familiar sound that the blonde Canadian instantly labelled as the sound of a man masturbating. Sitting up on the bed, Laura crawled to the head of the bed and put her ear up against the wall. The sound was coming from the owner of the room next door who was indulging in some harmless self pleasure.



Laura’s filming schedule had taken her from Atlanta, back to her home of Canada, across the borderline to California for Comic-Con and now she had flown across several time zones to get to Australia. Due to this erratic travel schedule, she had lost a boyfriend and was overly horny.



As if by magic, Laura’s nipples started to harden and push up against the fabric of her flowery summer dress. She didn’t know what came over her, but soon she had taken the hem of her dress down and was pawing at her breasts pulling and tugging on her nipples. Letting out a breathless sigh, she moved another hand to her legs and started to move it up her leg and to her wet sex. She was already soaking wet and ready to get off. Tugging her lacy panties to the side, Laura put her right index finger on her clitoris and started slow, steady circular motions.



Keeping her ear against the wall, Laura listened carefully as the man grunted and groaned as his hand slipped up and down his shaft. She wondered about it as she touched herself, was it long and thin? Maybe short but fat so it would reach everywhere inside her? Laura wondered about his ball sac as well, was it small and tight or maybe they hung loosely and Laura would have been able to sneak her tongue out and play with the balls as she sucked his cock.



As she thought about that, a low moan escaped her lips as she started to increase the frigging on her clit. Quickly taking the finger off of her love button, she sucked on the digit before moving back to it, roughly flicking her finger against herself Laura let out a low groan as she started to get herself off even quicker.



The man stopped and Laura realised she may have been a little louder than she intended. It was then Laura understood how thin the walls were, she raised an eyebrow but waited for the man to keep masturbating and thought nothing of it. The man resumed and the blonde could hear him grunting and groaning as he started to get nearer and nearer to an orgasm.



Laura wasn’t far off either. Her left hand pawed and squeezed at her tit flesh, tugging at her nipples and groping her own soft flesh eagerly. Screwing her eyes shut tightly, Laura let loose and came just as the man on the other side of the wall did as well. Achieving orgasm together, Laura panted and pulled her head off of the wall and redressed herself slowly, still basking in the after glow of an orgasm.



The blonde Canadian then heard something that made her ears prick up. The man was now watching something or had resumed watching it and she recognised her own voice! It was a scene that needed her to be in a bikini, she smiled when she thought of the man masturbating to her. She debated heading on over and knocking on the door. Masturbation always scratched her itch but never really filled her up. There was a fire burning in her groin and she needed something more. She needed to get fucked.



Climbing off of the bed, Laura walked over to the door and put her hand on the golden door knob, ready to twist it to the right and walk next door to fuck the guy. But, some common sense grabbed hold of her and she let go. Walking into the bathroom, she slipped the dress off of her young, hot body and got into the shower. Turning the large white dial inside the cubicle, she jumped out of the way of the sudden cold jet of water and waited for it to warm up. However, her mind couldn’t help but wander back to the man who had been masturbating on the other side of her bedroom wall.



Would she be able to head downstairs and find out who he was? She frowned slightly as she thought about how the receptionist may question her. Would she even be allowed to tell Laura the guys name?



Sticking her right arm into the now warm stream of water, Laura stepped into the shower and aimed to wash away the jet lag of her flight and her new found desire to fuck and get fucked. Squirting a puddle of the purple shower gel the hotel had provided into the palm of her hand, she started to rub and massage it into her body. Paying particular attention to her breasts, she looked down at them as the water washed away the cleaning liquid. She didn’t have anything to do tonight, her plan was to meet up with her agent once they’d both got ready and go out and try some local cuisine. She could easily say she took a power nap and Sarah, her agent, would be none the wiser. Round two was looking like a nice new option as the blonde actress inspected the shower gel bottle.



It was about seven inches long, but in a rectangular shape. The bottom was wider than the top she was certain the shape had a particular name but she couldn’t quite recall it at the time. That could be due to the fact that her mind was focusing on something else. Cock. The bottle wasn’t really shaped like a dick, but she thought it would do nicely. She brought the bottle down to her pussy’s lips and rubbed it against her clitoris ever so briefly. The rough plastic material made her body shiver with delight as it slid along her love button. Taking a hold of her breasts again, Laura squeezed her left tit while she moved to slip the bottle inside her.



She let out a long, sexy sultry groan as the first two inches slid inside her tight cunt. Yeah, it wasn’t a cock but it would certainly do the trick. Gripping the base of the shower gel bottle tightly she started to fuck herself. Her warm, wet pussy welcomed the plastic make shift dildo, sliding it in and out of herself Laura let her mind wander and started to dream about it being a man fucking her.



She imagined him roughly grabbing her tits and squeezing them as he pounded her pussy. His strokes were fast and short and the bottle in her hand mimicked the imaginary moves. The first two to three inches were frantically sliding in and out of her cunt and rubbing up against her clit as her free hand squeezed her breast. The water beat down on her skin as she played with herself, her pretty blonde head rested up against the stone wall of the shower.



Laura gasped as she slipped the dildo even further inside herself. She had nearly five of the seven inches inside her and the bottle was starting to stretch her out. Moving it so that the side of the bottle matched her lady lips, she slipped it back inside herself. Crying out in pleasure, the bottle reached a new area inside her and as her knees started to shake. She was on the precipice of an almighty orgasm and she just needed that extra kick to make her explode. Pinching her nipples, she cried out in pleasure and came over the shower bottle.



Panting and catching her breath again, Laura pulled the bottle out of herself slowly and let it fall to the floor. She caught her breath and finished her shower, but she couldn’t help but shake the feeling of emptiness inside her.



Yeah. She needed a dick and soon.



***



After the shower, Laura had got dressed and gone out to meet her agent and see some of Sydney’s night life. She had come back slightly tipsy and wondered if she should knock on the guy’s door. Biting her lip, she contemplated what could happen.



She’d get a nice hard fuck.



Sober Laura started to shine through and she realised it was probably a bad idea. Besides, she could always play with herself if she needed to. She rummaged through her purse and found the key card to her door, slipping it into the lock. She opened the door and collapsed face first on the bed. She could have got under the covers but tipsy Laura decided that it was nice enough as it was and fell fast asleep on the bed.



The next morning Laura rolled to her right side and an agonizing headache assaulted her every sense. She was hungover and cursed the very notion of alcohol, crawling to the window she clumsily grabbed at the curtains and yanked them shut. Keeping the sun out of her room, Laura heard an annoying noise yelling at her.



It was her cellphone’s alarm. Right! She had a convention to go to today. Groaning heavily, Laura got to her feet and walked over to the bathroom. Opening up the door, she walked into the small room and caught her reflection. Amazingly, she looked rough.



Laura walked through the large double doors of the convention hall in Sydney and saw a large throng of people who enthusiastically cheered and waved at her as she walked to her table. Smiling from ear to ear, she waved at the crowd before taking her seat behind a large table. Grabbing a silver sharpie and a quick sip of water, Laura motioned for the first person in line to come up.



He was pretty cute, clean shaven, stood at about six foot and had short, well maintained brown hair. He was clutching a season five DVD boxset of Smallville that already had numerous scrawlings over it. Laura caught a quick glimpse and instantly recognised the scrawlings as fellow cast mate signatures. She smiled and extended her right hand to shake his left, her small fingers wrapped around his larger ones as they greeted each other.



“Hi! I’m Ethan! Ethan Cole! Ethan for short but you know that now of course! Sorry. I’m super nervous!” He was stammering and probably nervous. Laura always found that to be cute. The pretty blonde also realised that they had been shaking hands for nearly half a minute. Not really a long stretch of time by anyone’s standards. But, pretty unusual for a handshake. She grinned and slowly pried her fingers out of his grasp. He realised what he’d been doing and began to apologise, Laura smiled and shook her head.



“Don’t worry about it Ethan!” She said with a smile. Looking over the box set, she let out a short whistle in disbelief. “Wow, you got everyone huh?” She added, a soft smile on her face.



“Yeah, I just need you… Your signature I mean!” Laura smiled and tilted her head to the side lightly. It really was cute as to just how nervous he got around her.



“Well, let’s rectify that!” She beamed happily and scribbled her signature on the inner sleeve of the box set. Passing the box set back to Ethan, she smiled when she saw he was holding a camera. Standing up, she wrapped her right arm around his shoulder and leant in while one of the volunteers at the convention took the picture.



There was the camera flash and Laura’s obligation was all but done. She smiled and thanked Ethan once again, who grinned like he wasn’t quite all there in the head and was quickly replaced by a cute enough red headed girl with a splattering of freckles across her face.



***



After what seemed like twenty minutes but had in fact been two hours, Laura Vandervoort was done with the signings. One last picture and she was free to go. Sticking her thumb up in a goofy fashion, she stuck her tongue out in a funny way for the last photo. Thanking the rather dumpy guy she scooped up her handbag and was quickly escorted out of the convention room. As fun as these conventions were, it was difficult for her to fully enjoy it as she would always get mobbed by fans.



So, she was stuck with two options. 1. Brave the convention floor with this hangover or 2. go home and nurse the headache before taking in some more of Sydney. Option 2 won out as she was taken to the back of the centre and to the limousine the convention organisers had very kindly paid for.



Climbing into the back of the limo, she grabbed her phone and let out a quick courtesy tweet letting people know how much she loved Sydney and was eager to check out the local night life and culture. Really, she’d just be passing out and feeling sorry for herself. Turning her head to the left, she gazed out at the dimming Sydney skyline. The convention was one that ran all night, from nine am on Saturday to midnight on Sunday. It didn’t shut down over night, so while there were a few police officers around, the locals knew that there wasn’t much of a threat from drunken nerds dressed up in bathrobes pretending to be Jedi’s, or a post-Baelor Ned Stark hitting on a coffee barista.



It sure had been a while since anyone had hit on her. With that thought, a short smile crept across her face as her mind lingered on and about her antics last night. Maybe she’d finally get to meet her neighbour tonight…



***



The drive had been a short one, short and uneventful. The driver kindly opened the door for her and escorted her out, she had travelled lightly to the convention so there wasn’t any ‘hand luggage’ to speak of. Just her large black handbag that had been slung over Laura’s right shoulder as she stepped up the three large marble steps and walked through the hotel lobby.



As she stepped into the open elevator, the doors were about to close when she heard someone call out to her.



“Hold the doors please!” Laura immediately jumped into action and jabbed at the open door button on the key pad to the right of the door. She then got to see who had called out to her. Much to her surprise it was Ethan from earlier in the day, from the convention centre who had got the boxset of Smallville signed by her and the rest of the cast. She smiled a warm smile at him as he realised who she was.



“Hey!”



“Hey yourself Ethan!”



“Oh wow… This place must be good if you’re here!” He said with a smile, he was slightly out of breath and red in the face. He was also wearing outdoor sports fashion, like he had been playing tennis or something. The hotel did have a tennis court, or so she recalled anyway.



“I guess so!” She beamed back, as he lent over to jab at the large key pad, Laura watched him closely. Much to her surprise, he hit the fourteen button, just like Laura was going to.



“Which floor are you going to?” He asked, peering over his shoulder and looking at the sexy, beautiful blonde Canadian actress.



“The same as you.”



“Oh… Cool…”



As he stepped back up, Laura had a proper chance to look him over. Those baggy shorts and the frumpy shirt he had been wearing at the convention did him no favours. He was in great shape, she could see his forearms were well toned and he looked like he had strong legs. A cute butt too. Laura smirked to herself as she allowed a private thought of her grabbing it as she sucked his cock.



The doors opened and as they walked out, Laura watched him walk down the corridor but stopped a few feet away from her.



“So, we’re next door to each other too huh?” She said aloud, he turned to look at her and his jaw almost visibly dropped. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he nodded.



“Guess so… Well… Uh… Goodnight!” He quickly disappeared into his room leaving Laura alone. She smirked to herself and then walked into her own room, making a quick detour to the bathroom for a shower.



As she washed herself, the water beat against her soft skin while she thought about the day. Each bead of water smashed against her sexy body, making it ripple with miniature orgasms. Grabbing one of her tits almost subconsciously, Laura thought about the man next door. If she did want to get fucked she knew she wouldn’t have to go very far.



She climbed out of the small cubicle and dried herself off. Wrapping the soft, fluffy white towel around her mid-section she walked into her bedroom and flopped down on the bed. Laura sat on the bed and was about to flick the television on when she heard those familiar sounds. There was a lurid sound of flesh slapping against flesh and Ethan was masturbating, probably to her again. Her mind made a quick calculation and she decided. Climbing off of the bed, Laura quickly stripped off even losing her bra and panties and she swiftly threw a bathrobe on.



Slipping the key card into her pocket, she walked out of the room and towards Ethan’s. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Laura knocked on the door. She could hear him groan and tidy himself up. One. Two. Three. Four steps later and he was at the door, she could hear the lock go and the door opened up.



“Yes?!” He was pissed. Understandable as he was getting his rocks off but damn it she wanted to as well.



“Hey. My TV’s broken. Can I come in and check something?” She didn’t let him respond, and walked in past him. Her eyes caught his erection pressing against his thin, tight pyjama bottoms. Her hands fell down from her chest and as she walked past him, her hand came loose and almost brushed it. She flopped down on his bed and caught that he had been watching Smallville. “Been watching me again?” Woops! She didn’t acknowledge that she had heard him masturbating earlier. Did he catch that? There was a brief silence before she turned to face him. OK Laura. Do or die time! She said to herself. Her eyes roamed down his body and at his large sizeable erection.



“Wow! You must really like me huh?” She asked, a playful smirk on her face.



“Yeah… Yeah I do.”



“You like me being in a bikini?” She asked, closing the gap between the two young soon to be lovers.



“… Yeah…”



“And just why do you like that?” She asked, just a whisker away from him now. She could feel his hot breath on her lips and was fighting every urge not to jump him there and then.



“It shows off your tummy…” Ethan finally found his ability to say more than ‘Yeah’ as Laura smiled and nodded her head.



“You like my tummy?” She asked, putting her right hand on his shoulder. When he nodded, Laura smiled and took his right hand in her left. Guiding it into her bathrobe Laura pushed it against her flat, toned stomach and smiled when he groaned in sheer disbelief.



“Do you like that Ethan?”



“God yes!” He groaned, the ‘s’ sound slithering out like he was a serpent. Laura lifted herself up on her tip-toes suddenly, his hand jolted against her stomach as she moved into his neck. His yelp of surprise made Laura giggle, her soft lips were inches away from his ear.



“Would you like some more?” With that, Laura placed her soft smile against Ethan’s cheek and softly kissed his skin. Once his hand started to explore her flat tummy of its own free will, Laura put both of hers on his shoulders and pulled the handsome, young fan closer to her.

Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I’d love to hear some feedback as per usual. Please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn’t want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You’re not a monster are you?



Also, please don’t post this on any other site without my explicit permission. I’ve had to bring the hammer down on two thieves right as of writing and don’t want to bring it down again.



Author’s Note: Just a quick heads-up, the story is based in Sydney, Australia around the time of Armageddon Expo 2011. Also, since they spell things in the British mannerisms, I’m going to do it too :P




*



Laura flopped down on the large bed of the expensive Sydney hotel. She had flown in for the weekend to appear at a local convention, and was looking forward to checking out not only the convention but also see the country. Laura was on the road a lot due to her filming schedule and current tour of conventions. Running a hand through her long, loose blonde hair, Laura smiled and rolled her head to the right so she could look out at the harbour.



She wanted to go and see the city and maybe get some time on the beach and relax. Maybe she’d catch some local TV too, she always liked watching TV in other countries, she thought it was rather amusing to see how other people watched TV. She looked around the large, well decorated room to try and find the remote.



It was then, Laura heard it for the first time. There was a grunt and then a low moan, there was a familiar sound that the blonde Canadian instantly labelled as the sound of a man masturbating. Sitting up on the bed, Laura crawled to the head of the bed and put her ear up against the wall. The sound was coming from the owner of the room next door who was indulging in some harmless self pleasure.



Laura’s filming schedule had taken her from Atlanta, back to her home of Canada, across the borderline to California for Comic-Con and now she had flown across several time zones to get to Australia. Due to this erratic travel schedule, she had lost a boyfriend and was overly horny.



As if by magic, Laura’s nipples started to harden and push up against the fabric of her flowery summer dress. She didn’t know what came over her, but soon she had taken the hem of her dress down and was pawing at her breasts pulling and tugging on her nipples. Letting out a breathless sigh, she moved another hand to her legs and started to move it up her leg and to her wet sex. She was already soaking wet and ready to get off. Tugging her lacy panties to the side, Laura put her right index finger on her clitoris and started slow, steady circular motions.



Keeping her ear against the wall, Laura listened carefully as the man grunted and groaned as his hand slipped up and down his shaft. She wondered about it as she touched herself, was it long and thin? Maybe short but fat so it would reach everywhere inside her? Laura wondered about his ball sac as well, was it small and tight or maybe they hung loosely and Laura would have been able to sneak her tongue out and play with the balls as she sucked his cock.



As she thought about that, a low moan escaped her lips as she started to increase the frigging on her clit. Quickly taking the finger off of her love button, she sucked on the digit before moving back to it, roughly flicking her finger against herself Laura let out a low groan as she started to get herself off even quicker.



The man stopped and Laura realised she may have been a little louder than she intended. It was then Laura understood how thin the walls were, she raised an eyebrow but waited for the man to keep masturbating and thought nothing of it. The man resumed and the blonde could hear him grunting and groaning as he started to get nearer and nearer to an orgasm.



Laura wasn’t far off either. Her left hand pawed and squeezed at her tit flesh, tugging at her nipples and groping her own soft flesh eagerly. Screwing her eyes shut tightly, Laura let loose and came just as the man on the other side of the wall did as well. Achieving orgasm together, Laura panted and pulled her head off of the wall and redressed herself slowly, still basking in the after glow of an orgasm.



The blonde Canadian then heard something that made her ears prick up. The man was now watching something or had resumed watching it and she recognised her own voice! It was a scene that needed her to be in a bikini, she smiled when she thought of the man masturbating to her. She debated heading on over and knocking on the door. Masturbation always scratched her itch but never really filled her up. There was a fire burning in her groin and she needed something more. She needed to get fucked.



Climbing off of the bed, Laura walked over to the door and put her hand on the golden door knob, ready to twist it to the right and walk next door to fuck the guy. But, some common sense grabbed hold of her and she let go. Walking into the bathroom, she slipped the dress off of her young, hot body and got into the shower. Turning the large white dial inside the cubicle, she jumped out of the way of the sudden cold jet of water and waited for it to warm up. However, her mind couldn’t help but wander back to the man who had been masturbating on the other side of her bedroom wall.



Would she be able to head downstairs and find out who he was? She frowned slightly as she thought about how the receptionist may question her. Would she even be allowed to tell Laura the guys name?



Sticking her right arm into the now warm stream of water, Laura stepped into the shower and aimed to wash away the jet lag of her flight and her new found desire to fuck and get fucked. Squirting a puddle of the purple shower gel the hotel had provided into the palm of her hand, she started to rub and massage it into her body. Paying particular attention to her breasts, she looked down at them as the water washed away the cleaning liquid. She didn’t have anything to do tonight, her plan was to meet up with her agent once they’d both got ready and go out and try some local cuisine. She could easily say she took a power nap and Sarah, her agent, would be none the wiser. Round two was looking like a nice new option as the blonde actress inspected the shower gel bottle.



It was about seven inches long, but in a rectangular shape. The bottom was wider than the top she was certain the shape had a particular name but she couldn’t quite recall it at the time. That could be due to the fact that her mind was focusing on something else. Cock. The bottle wasn’t really shaped like a dick, but she thought it would do nicely. She brought the bottle down to her pussy’s lips and rubbed it against her clitoris ever so briefly. The rough plastic material made her body shiver with delight as it slid along her love button. Taking a hold of her breasts again, Laura squeezed her left tit while she moved to slip the bottle inside her.



She let out a long, sexy sultry groan as the first two inches slid inside her tight cunt. Yeah, it wasn’t a cock but it would certainly do the trick. Gripping the base of the shower gel bottle tightly she started to fuck herself. Her warm, wet pussy welcomed the plastic make shift dildo, sliding it in and out of herself Laura let her mind wander and started to dream about it being a man fucking her.



She imagined him roughly grabbing her tits and squeezing them as he pounded her pussy. His strokes were fast and short and the bottle in her hand mimicked the imaginary moves. The first two to three inches were frantically sliding in and out of her cunt and rubbing up against her clit as her free hand squeezed her breast. The water beat down on her skin as she played with herself, her pretty blonde head rested up against the stone wall of the shower.



Laura gasped as she slipped the dildo even further inside herself. She had nearly five of the seven inches inside her and the bottle was starting to stretch her out. Moving it so that the side of the bottle matched her lady lips, she slipped it back inside herself. Crying out in pleasure, the bottle reached a new area inside her and as her knees started to shake. She was on the precipice of an almighty orgasm and she just needed that extra kick to make her explode. Pinching her nipples, she cried out in pleasure and came over the shower bottle.



Panting and catching her breath again, Laura pulled the bottle out of herself slowly and let it fall to the floor. She caught her breath and finished her shower, but she couldn’t help but shake the feeling of emptiness inside her.



Yeah. She needed a dick and soon.



***



After the shower, Laura had got dressed and gone out to meet her agent and see some of Sydney’s night life. She had come back slightly tipsy and wondered if she should knock on the guy’s door. Biting her lip, she contemplated what could happen.



She’d get a nice hard fuck.



Sober Laura started to shine through and she realised it was probably a bad idea. Besides, she could always play with herself if she needed to. She rummaged through her purse and found the key card to her door, slipping it into the lock. She opened the door and collapsed face first on the bed. She could have got under the covers but tipsy Laura decided that it was nice enough as it was and fell fast asleep on the bed.



The next morning Laura rolled to her right side and an agonizing headache assaulted her every sense. She was hungover and cursed the very notion of alcohol, crawling to the window she clumsily grabbed at the curtains and yanked them shut. Keeping the sun out of her room, Laura heard an annoying noise yelling at her.



It was her cellphone’s alarm. Right! She had a convention to go to today. Groaning heavily, Laura got to her feet and walked over to the bathroom. Opening up the door, she walked into the small room and caught her reflection. Amazingly, she looked rough.



Laura walked through the large double doors of the convention hall in Sydney and saw a large throng of people who enthusiastically cheered and waved at her as she walked to her table. Smiling from ear to ear, she waved at the crowd before taking her seat behind a large table. Grabbing a silver sharpie and a quick sip of water, Laura motioned for the first person in line to come up.



He was pretty cute, clean shaven, stood at about six foot and had short, well maintained brown hair. He was clutching a season five DVD boxset of Smallville that already had numerous scrawlings over it. Laura caught a quick glimpse and instantly recognised the scrawlings as fellow cast mate signatures. She smiled and extended her right hand to shake his left, her small fingers wrapped around his larger ones as they greeted each other.



“Hi! I’m Ethan! Ethan Cole! Ethan for short but you know that now of course! Sorry. I’m super nervous!” He was stammering and probably nervous. Laura always found that to be cute. The pretty blonde also realised that they had been shaking hands for nearly half a minute. Not really a long stretch of time by anyone’s standards. But, pretty unusual for a handshake. She grinned and slowly pried her fingers out of his grasp. He realised what he’d been doing and began to apologise, Laura smiled and shook her head.



“Don’t worry about it Ethan!” She said with a smile. Looking over the box set, she let out a short whistle in disbelief. “Wow, you got everyone huh?” She added, a soft smile on her face.



“Yeah, I just need you… Your signature I mean!” Laura smiled and tilted her head to the side lightly. It really was cute as to just how nervous he got around her.



“Well, let’s rectify that!” She beamed happily and scribbled her signature on the inner sleeve of the box set. Passing the box set back to Ethan, she smiled when she saw he was holding a camera. Standing up, she wrapped her right arm around his shoulder and leant in while one of the volunteers at the convention took the picture.



There was the camera flash and Laura’s obligation was all but done. She smiled and thanked Ethan once again, who grinned like he wasn’t quite all there in the head and was quickly replaced by a cute enough red headed girl with a splattering of freckles across her face.



***



After what seemed like twenty minutes but had in fact been two hours, Laura Vandervoort was done with the signings. One last picture and she was free to go. Sticking her thumb up in a goofy fashion, she stuck her tongue out in a funny way for the last photo. Thanking the rather dumpy guy she scooped up her handbag and was quickly escorted out of the convention room. As fun as these conventions were, it was difficult for her to fully enjoy it as she would always get mobbed by fans.



So, she was stuck with two options. 1. Brave the convention floor with this hangover or 2. go home and nurse the headache before taking in some more of Sydney. Option 2 won out as she was taken to the back of the centre and to the limousine the convention organisers had very kindly paid for.



Climbing into the back of the limo, she grabbed her phone and let out a quick courtesy tweet letting people know how much she loved Sydney and was eager to check out the local night life and culture. Really, she’d just be passing out and feeling sorry for herself. Turning her head to the left, she gazed out at the dimming Sydney skyline. The convention was one that ran all night, from nine am on Saturday to midnight on Sunday. It didn’t shut down over night, so while there were a few police officers around, the locals knew that there wasn’t much of a threat from drunken nerds dressed up in bathrobes pretending to be Jedi’s, or a post-Baelor Ned Stark hitting on a coffee barista.



It sure had been a while since anyone had hit on her. With that thought, a short smile crept across her face as her mind lingered on and about her antics last night. Maybe she’d finally get to meet her neighbour tonight…



***



The drive had been a short one, short and uneventful. The driver kindly opened the door for her and escorted her out, she had travelled lightly to the convention so there wasn’t any ‘hand luggage’ to speak of. Just her large black handbag that had been slung over Laura’s right shoulder as she stepped up the three large marble steps and walked through the hotel lobby.



As she stepped into the open elevator, the doors were about to close when she heard someone call out to her.



“Hold the doors please!” Laura immediately jumped into action and jabbed at the open door button on the key pad to the right of the door. She then got to see who had called out to her. Much to her surprise it was Ethan from earlier in the day, from the convention centre who had got the boxset of Smallville signed by her and the rest of the cast. She smiled a warm smile at him as he realised who she was.



“Hey!”



“Hey yourself Ethan!”



“Oh wow… This place must be good if you’re here!” He said with a smile, he was slightly out of breath and red in the face. He was also wearing outdoor sports fashion, like he had been playing tennis or something. The hotel did have a tennis court, or so she recalled anyway.



“I guess so!” She beamed back, as he lent over to jab at the large key pad, Laura watched him closely. Much to her surprise, he hit the fourteen button, just like Laura was going to.



“Which floor are you going to?” He asked, peering over his shoulder and looking at the sexy, beautiful blonde Canadian actress.



“The same as you.”



“Oh… Cool…”



As he stepped back up, Laura had a proper chance to look him over. Those baggy shorts and the frumpy shirt he had been wearing at the convention did him no favours. He was in great shape, she could see his forearms were well toned and he looked like he had strong legs. A cute butt too. Laura smirked to herself as she allowed a private thought of her grabbing it as she sucked his cock.



The doors opened and as they walked out, Laura watched him walk down the corridor but stopped a few feet away from her.



“So, we’re next door to each other too huh?” She said aloud, he turned to look at her and his jaw almost visibly dropped. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he nodded.



“Guess so… Well… Uh… Goodnight!” He quickly disappeared into his room leaving Laura alone. She smirked to herself and then walked into her own room, making a quick detour to the bathroom for a shower.



As she washed herself, the water beat against her soft skin while she thought about the day. Each bead of water smashed against her sexy body, making it ripple with miniature orgasms. Grabbing one of her tits almost subconsciously, Laura thought about the man next door. If she did want to get fucked she knew she wouldn’t have to go very far.



She climbed out of the small cubicle and dried herself off. Wrapping the soft, fluffy white towel around her mid-section she walked into her bedroom and flopped down on the bed. Laura sat on the bed and was about to flick the television on when she heard those familiar sounds. There was a lurid sound of flesh slapping against flesh and Ethan was masturbating, probably to her again. Her mind made a quick calculation and she decided. Climbing off of the bed, Laura quickly stripped off even losing her bra and panties and she swiftly threw a bathrobe on.



Slipping the key card into her pocket, she walked out of the room and towards Ethan’s. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Laura knocked on the door. She could hear him groan and tidy himself up. One. Two. Three. Four steps later and he was at the door, she could hear the lock go and the door opened up.



“Yes?!” He was pissed. Understandable as he was getting his rocks off but damn it she wanted to as well.



“Hey. My TV’s broken. Can I come in and check something?” She didn’t let him respond, and walked in past him. Her eyes caught his erection pressing against his thin, tight pyjama bottoms. Her hands fell down from her chest and as she walked past him, her hand came loose and almost brushed it. She flopped down on his bed and caught that he had been watching Smallville. “Been watching me again?” Woops! She didn’t acknowledge that she had heard him masturbating earlier. Did he catch that? There was a brief silence before she turned to face him. OK Laura. Do or die time! She said to herself. Her eyes roamed down his body and at his large sizeable erection.



“Wow! You must really like me huh?” She asked, a playful smirk on her face.



“Yeah… Yeah I do.”



“You like me being in a bikini?” She asked, closing the gap between the two young soon to be lovers.



“… Yeah…”



“And just why do you like that?” She asked, just a whisker away from him now. She could feel his hot breath on her lips and was fighting every urge not to jump him there and then.



“It shows off your tummy…” Ethan finally found his ability to say more than ‘Yeah’ as Laura smiled and nodded her head.



“You like my tummy?” She asked, putting her right hand on his shoulder. When he nodded, Laura smiled and took his right hand in her left. Guiding it into her bathrobe Laura pushed it against her flat, toned stomach and smiled when he groaned in sheer disbelief.



“Do you like that Ethan?”



“God yes!” He groaned, the ‘s’ sound slithering out like he was a serpent. Laura lifted herself up on her tip-toes suddenly, his hand jolted against her stomach as she moved into his neck. His yelp of surprise made Laura giggle, her soft lips were inches away from his ear.



“Would you like some more?” With that, Laura placed her soft smile against Ethan’s cheek and softly kissed his skin. Once his hand started to explore her flat tummy of its own free will, Laura put both of hers on his shoulders and pulled the handsome, young fan closer to her.

That evening, 18-year-old Troye managed to sneak out to take his new humanoid robot Rambo for a test. He ran down the block with Rambo following. Troye then hid around the corner of one of the buildings which stretched up majestically, lost in the misty city night-sky.



Rambo stopped at the corner and looked around for Troye. After a few seconds, he discovered where Troye was hiding, and walked up to Troye. Troye smiled. Slowly and gently, Rambo grabbed Troye and pulled him close protectively, so that they both were face to face. Troye looked into his robot’s eyes, which were glowing bright metallic blue.



For a few seconds they just stared at each other. Troye looked down and caught a glimpse of something between the robot’s legs. He couldn’t believe it. Rambo had got a robot hard-on from holding Troye so close! Or so Troye assumed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone your secret,” Troye whispered to Rambo. The words came out automatically…



The two then wandered in the night, until Troye found an old abandoned warehouse. It was for a fabric factory, and inside was still plastered with drapes of soft cotton sheets thrown about in the dark semi-moonlight.



They both lay down on their backs and glared up at the almost sky high factory ceiling. The soothing hum of a few bats echoed the air. Troye was wearing a white vest and blue shorts. He reached down hesitantly and put his hand in-between the robot’s legs. Immediately, a penis pushed its way out of a hole, growing rapidly in Troye’s hands.



He got up and examined it closer. It seemed to be made out of rubber, but was throbbing like it was alive and full of energy. It grew to a massive 10inches, stood up straight in the air between them. Troye felt it all over with both his hands. He was so hard himself, and he could feel his breathing getting heavier. A sudden experimental urge took over him, as he felt the robot’s cock head and shaft. The dark blue mushroom head had no foreskin, but he could feel a small slit at the tip. It was so slippery and wet. Oil? Grease? It smelled different. New. Unlike anything Troye smelled before.



The robot then got up and took hold of Troye. It gently ripped off Troye’s vest, shorts and underwear, exposing his cute body. Rambo then wrapped his metal fingers over Troye’s slick penis and wanked it slowly. The cool metal made Troye moan with pleasure. He then put Troye down on his back on the fabric.



Rambo lifted Troye’s soft defined feet into the air and exposed Troye’s virgin anus. Rambo then aimed his thick rubber cock at the entrance of Troye, rested it on the pillow-like pucker for a moment, and then pressed forward sharply. Because the cock oozed lube, it slid in like a hot knife through butter.



Troye screamed as his insides parted, “Awwww! Fuck.” At first the pain felt like a sword had been driven up his tight love-canal, and then it was gone, there was no pain, but intense pleasure, extraordinary pleasure for Troye. Troye then wondered whether the lube substance numbed his pain while enhancing the sexual pleasure inside him. Troye’s prostate itched, and the robot’s cock satisfied it. Rubbed it. Massaged it.



The robot fucked Troye in and out, all 10 inches in and out. It was amazing that it got all the way in with no pain. Troye felt as if a huge tree was growing up inside him. He could feel the robot’s cock wriggling and moving up inside him like a muscular snake, it didnt go straight, it explored its way up Troye’s ass. The robot kept thrusting, faster and harder. Troye screaming, “Fuck yeah, fuck my ass yeah. Faster Rambo, Faster!, Fuck My Hole! Stretch it! Cum inside it!! Aw aww aw Awwwwww!”



Troye then felt the robot’s cock growing thicker. Troye looked down between them, at his hole. The robot’s cock had grown to twice its thickness, thicker than Troye’s arms. Troye’s hole looked so hot being stretched so much, the outer skin of his anus held the cock like a glove. It looked impossible. The hair that fell over Troye’s face was wet with sweat.



Rambo held on to some pipes on the wall to balance, but the extreme sexual force mistakenly broke the pipes and the exposed wires sent an electric shock surging through Rambo, through his cock, and into Troye.



Troye felt the electric charge pushing up his ass-hole and it felt awesome! He jerked with pleasure while being electrocuted through his butt, screaming, moaning and whining, “Aaaaahhhhh!” while the robot kept pounding. Troye looked so gorgeous in that position, his young toned body all tense and firm. Rambo started fucking faster, the clapping of his cold metal slamming against Troye’s butt cheeks loudened, as Troye’s cock flew back and forth bouncing rhythmically between Troye’s taught tummy and the robot’s, with each thrust.



And then Troye felt the robot’s fuck-stick grow longer inside him. Troye arched his back and squirmed as he felt the robot’s cock travel up him, into his tummy and up his throat. He stretched his neck up, his neckline changed and, visibly, Troye’s neck widened, as the cock moved up it, and finally a little out of his mouth.



Troye didn’t feel any pain, and didn’t even choke or gag. The mysterious lube substance solved all those problems. The robot’s mouth then opened and a slimy rubbery tongue slid out, licking Troye all over, sucking his pink nipples wildly, pushing into his hard bellybutton, and tasting his hot feet, wetting them thoroughly. Troye’s cute blue ankle chain bounced with every movement.



Then Rambo leaned down and kissed Troye, the tongue slipped down Troye’s throat, also, all the way down. The tongue then started fucking Troye’s mouth. He felt the tongue travel down past his stomach, and pop out his anus. It was double penetration, and Troye’s anus stretched obscenely to accommodate the cock AND tongue.



A second penis then slipped out from between the robot’s legs and worked its way into Troye’s bum. The pressure was overwhelming – Troye felt like he’d split in half, and more like he and Rambo had merged as one.



A third long thin wet penis, as thin as a pencil, slid out from the robot toward Troye’s cock. It then slipped into the tip of Troye’s piss-slit, all the way down inside Troye’s cock, and started fucking Troye’s cock. Again, no pain.



Troye then felt tiny wires sliding futher down inside his cock into his ball sack. As they latched onto his balls, Troye orgasmed. His body shook rapidly as he came. His beautiful face twisted, his coltish legs gripped tighter, his cute fingers dug into the fabric, his fresh toes parted, and his pretty feet arched backwards perfectly, looking slick and awesome with sweat.



His orgasm went on and on, it lasted for about half an hour and it felt fantastic. The robot was sucking the sperm straight out of Troye’s balls. Rambo then pulled everything out of Troye. Troye was panting like a wild animal on the verge of death. Rambo then slammed Troye again with his main thick cock.



The cock got so thick that Troye’s hole almost tore. Troye screamed, “Fuuucccckkk! Faaaaahhhh-aaaacccckkk!! Fuuurrrrcckkk… Do me, yeah, fuck it. It’s yours! Uh uhh. Uhhhh!”



Troye’s small feet were up in the air, perfect and high-arched, smooth and sleek. His milky slender legs were strongly gripped on Rambo’s torso. His natural abs were tense and shadowed in the half-light. His hot neckline was dripping with sweat, and his pretty icy blue eyes were locked. Rambo’s cock grew to its thickest ever, and then Rambo came inside Troye. So much gushing robot cum, that Troye almost threw it up through his mouth.



Then Rambo pulled out of Troye’s cute little bubble butt, and cuddled beside him. Troye passed out from the greatest, hardest and most penetrative sex of all time. Cool metal on skin. Nightbreeze. Starshine. And a distant wild dog, howling lonely, in its homage to the moon.



The End.



Author’s End Note: I look forward to hearing what you have to say, so email me via the CONTACT tab on my profile. Thanks!

Categories
August 2017
M T W T F S S
« Feb    
 123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031  
Categories