Dear Prudence
by Ann Douglas
“Cut and print it,” the booming voice of the Director carried across the
sound stage.
The four actors on the set, a depiction of a typical mid-American
household, froze in place. They had been at it for over an hour now, trying to
finish a scene that seemed plagued by one glitch after another. The Director
paused for a moment more, then said to their relief, “Okay people, that’s a
wrap for today.”
“Thank God,” Brooke Hudson said to herself, thankful to get out from
under the hot lights.
As the thirty-nine year old star of “Dear Prudence” walked off the set
toward her trailer, her twenty-two year old assistant, Joyce, met her halfway.
“You’ve had a few calls while you were on the set,” the short brunette
said as she held up a half dozen pages from a message pad.
Smiling back at the younger girl, the taller redhead flipped through the
sheets, deciding that the first three didn’t need answering. The fourth was
from her Agent reminding her that she had a Monday morning meeting to sit
down and discuss her career.
In three more episodes, after a five-year run, “Dear Prudence” would
fold its tent for good. The ratings had begun to slip badly this year, as the
show seemed to run out of steam. All of the star's contracts were coming up
for renewal, and with the expected demands for salary increases balanced
against the expected even lower ratings next year, the Network had decided to
pull the plug.
Still, it had been a good run, one a lot longer than Brooke had ever
thought it would be when her agent had first brought her the pilot script six
years before. It was just another silly sitcom, he’d told her. Not great, but
something that would give her a little exposure. Something that her career
could really use at that point. Despite fifteen years of guest shots and minor
roles, she still hadn’t made that jump to the first string.
The show was originally supposed to be entered around her character,
Prudence Greer, a mid-western wife and mother who wrote an advice column
for a local paper. Also signed on for the cast had been Harry Hamilton, a
respected actor who played her husband, George. The story line called for
Prudence to have married her college professor and it was felt an older actor
would be more believable. With his salt and pepper hair and rugged good
looks, the six-foot actor had been the first choice for the role.
There had been an open call for the roles of Prudence’s teenage
children, Carter and his older sister, Jade. After what was termed in the trades
as fierce competition, the parts went to two new child actors, Gregg Newman
and Paige Harrison.
A mid-summer replacement, Brooke really hadn’t expected it to run
beyond the Network’s six-show commitment. To everyone’s surprise, ”Dear
Prudence” became one of those surprise hits that seemed to come out of
nowhere. The ratings grew even larger as the public fell in love with the
junior members of the cast.
Gregg Newman had a natural charm and sense of comic timing that
was both rare and irresistible. As fans watched him grow to young manhood
on the TV screen, his fan mail, mostly from teenage girls, grew to star
proportions.
Paige Harrison also developed her own fan base, one that almost
doubled in a year as the long haired redhead experienced a growth spurt that
seemed to be centered in her breasts. Teenage boys became fascinated by her
development in a way that TV Guide described as not seen since the days of
the original Mickey Mouse Club.
“Damn,” Brooke said as she looked at the next note.
Joyce didn’t need to look up from the notebook she was jotting some
notes in to know which note had generated that particular response. Jim
Parkes, a friend who was supposed to be her escort to the National People’s
Awards Dinner tonight had called to say that he’d come down with a sore
throat and wouldn’t be able to go.
Brooke had been looking forward to the Awards Dinner for weeks.
She had been glad when Jim had agreed to go with her because aside from
being an old friend, he was also quite safely gay. The twice-divorced star had
her fill of men recently, especially those who looked upon dating her as a good
career move. A chance to be seen by all the right people.
“Should I call the people at the award dinner and tell them that you
won’t be going after all?” Joyce asked.
“No, not yet,” Brooke replied as she ran the names of a few other men
she know who might be willing to go on such short notice. “I’ll let you know
a little later.”
The last note was a matter she turned over to Joyce to handle.
Collecting her notes, the Assistant went off to take care of it.
“Something wrong, Brooke?” a voice behind her asked.
The five foot seven actress turned to find her teenage co-star standing
there. He had seen the hurt look on her from across the stage and had walked
over to see if there was anything he could do.
Brooke just smiled at the young man who played her teenage son.
Many times over the last few years, she had told herself that if she’d had a son
of her own, she hoped he was as nice as Gregg was. Over the last five years,
she’d watched him grow to manhood and had also become his friend. Gregg
had just hit his teens when they’d shot the pilot, two weeks ago he had
celebrated his eighteenth birthday.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she smiled, thanking him for his concern and
explaining that she had lost her date for the dinner.”
“You’re still going to go, aren’t you?” Gregg said expectantly.
“Well, I’m not sure yet,” she replied. “I still have to come up with
someone to go with on really short notice.”
Before becoming a certified star, Brooke could’ve gotten away with
going to a function with a girlfriend or even solo. Going alone was no longer
an option with her now a high profile star and all. Showing up with a
girlfriend could quickly generate a different sort of rumor in the tabloids, one
that she would rather not have to deal with.
“You really should still go, Brooke” Gregg said. “I know you were
looking forward to it.”
The older Actress just smiled in response. It was an automatic
response whenever Gregg used her name. For the longest time, she had
always been Miss Hudson, but soon after he’d turned seventeen she had
finally got him to call her by her first name. It was a sign of his new
adulthood that she knew he enjoyed.
“We’ll see,” the redhead finally answered as she again reviewed her
list of possible dates for the evening, discarding those that she knew already
had plans.
“I have an idea,” the young man said, unwilling to let the subject go
without a definite answer.
“And what would that be?” Brooke asked curiously.
“You could go with me.” he said with a wide grin.
“With you?” she repeated, wanting to be sure she had heard him right.
“Yes, I’d love to take you,” the slightly taller young man went on.
Brooke wasn’t sure if she should’ve been amused, honored, or maybe a
little of both. True, Gregg was a quite handsome young man, one that any
woman would have to be blind not to appreciate and pretty stupid not to jump
at the chance to date. That was if she wasn’t twice his age. Unlike some of
her contemporaries, Brooke didn’t make a habit out of dating men young
enough to be … well young enough to be her son.
“I would’ve thought a handsome young man like you would have his
choice of young starlets to go with,” Brooke said, deferring a response to his
suggestion.
Gregg paused for a moment, then gave a non-verbal reply to her
observation. Brooke followed his gaze over his shoulder to a man and woman
still on the set, involved in an animated discussion. The man was Larry
Prince, the show’s Director, the woman Juliet Newman – Gregg’s agent and
mother. No further words needed to be said. It was obvious that Juliet
Newman planned to go to the dinner as her son’s escort. Brooke hadn’t met
Juliet before they all showed up on day one some years back, at least not
officially, but it was dislike at first sight on Juliet’s part.
Interestingly enough, both women had come to Hollywood seeking
fame and fortune a few months apart back in late ’79. Juliet Newman still
showed the beauty she’s exhibited in those early years, and if Brooke wanted
to be totally truthful, she’d admit that the dark-haired woman had been the
better looking of the two. However, looks only got you so far, especially in a
city where even fast food restaurants were filled with beautiful women behind
the counters.
Someone who had known Juliet back in those days, once confided to
Brooke that many of the tall brunette’s early roles had been gained more by
sexual willingness than acting skill. That was something that Brooke never
actually held against her. Looking back on her own beginnings, the redhead
could remember a few occasions when she’d awaken to find men sharing her
bed that normally wouldn’t have gotten past the front door. In fact, she could
recall a morning when it had even been a woman she found on the other side
of the bed.
No, she wouldn’t judge the woman for things that she had done
herself. Juliet’s problem was that once she got those first breaks, she hadn’t
had the talent to capitalize on them. At least acting talent. To hear her tell the
tale, it was her unplanned pregnancy that had brought a sudden end to what
she was sure would’ve been an exceptional career. Never quite sure who the
father had been, Juliet had found some guy to be married with just about long
enough to give her and her son his name.
Brooke’s real first encounter with Juliet, the one the latter would rather
forget, had come during the tryouts for the roles of Carter and Jade.
Originally, the Producers hadn’t been all that impressed with young Gregg’s
screen test. They were leaning toward giving the role to another young actor.
Before the final decision could be made, Juliet had managed an appointment
with Tom Carver, the show’s Executive Producer.
The appointment had been during what was normally lunch hour for
Carver’s secretary. So, when Brooke had stopped by to ask Tom a question
about the planned production schedule, there had been no one to prevent her
from walking in to the inner office. Before she could announce herself, she
saw that Juliet’s discussion of her son’s merits for the role had far more to do
with something going into her mouth rather than any words coming out of it.
Without a word, the star to be had quickly gone the way she had come, hoping
that neither of them had noticed her. When she had been introduced to Juliet a
week later at the press introduction of the cast, it quickly became obvious that
at least one of them had indeed noticed her entry.
That Juliet had used what Brooke was sure were considerable oral
arguments to get Gregg the role didn’t bother Brooke either. What did,
however, was the fact that she seemed to be living her lost stardom through
her son. Controlling every aspect of his life with an iron hand. Even at the
expense of his childhood.
Brooke remembered an incident when Gregg was sixteen and, as with
any young man his age, his hormones where in full bloom. She couldn’t find
her son one afternoon and began searching the dressing room trailers for him.
People heard her yells clear across the sound stage when she walked into one
of the trailers and found Gregg in a close embrace with his co-star Paige.
Both were shirtless and the younger blond had her bra open and down around
her waist. The large mounds that had become a point of interest for so many
other teenage boys now rested in Gregg’s hands.
Juliet had been furious, spending nearly a half-hour yelling at her son.
Didn’t he realize, she’d told him, what a disaster it would be if anyone found
out about the two of them. It could ruin the show if people thought the actors
playing brother and sister were involved. At no time in that lecture, did Juliet
express any though as to what her son needed outside of his career. From that
day on, she had tried to keep him under her watchful eye every minute of the
day.
"You and your Mom huh," Brooke said, confirming that Juliet was
indeed planning to be her son's 'date' at the dinner.
Brooke looked again at her young friend. He really was a good kid,
the sort of potential son-in-law that any mother might dream about. The only
problem was that Juliet kept him on such a choke chain, he was never going to
meet anyone.
If she did go with him to the dinner, no one would really think
anything of it. She was pretty sure of that. They would think it was
something the studio had set up. That sort of thing happened all the time. It
wasn't like it would be a real date.
If nothing else, it would give Gregg a chance to meet a nice girl. Well
maybe not a nice girl, considering that it was an industry party, but a girl
anyway. That would be a good first step.
The final thought Brooke had before answering, was that the invitation
to the dinner had been in Gregg's name only. If he were taking someone else,
Juliet would have no excuse to go. That was unless she found someone else
willing to take her on their invitation. A possibility that Brooke considered
remote. From comments made by a few men who had first hand knowledge of
the subject, Brooke had heard that while Juliet Newman was a truly awesome
fuck, she was a real bitch out of the bed. Few men, or women for that matter,
really wanted anything to do with her outside that arena.
Not being able to go to the Awards would really piss Juliet off, and for
no other reason, that was enough for Brooke to say yes. Everything else was
just a bonus.
"I'd love to have you take me to the dinner," she told a very happy
Gregg.
"Great," he bubbled, his excitement filling the air. "I'll pick you up
around seven o'clock."
"Gregg, the Studio does supply us with cars and drivers for this sort of
thing," she replied.
"I'd really rather pick you up myself," Gregg said, glancing over his
shoulder to see that his mother was finishing her own discussion.
"All right," Brooke relented. "you can pick me up at seven. You
remember the address, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," Gregg said, remembering the parties Brooke had made
sure he had received an invitation to. Parties in which Juliet had always
tagged along.
"Then I'll see you then," Brooke smiled as she walked off the stage,
just a few steps ahead of Juliet catching up to her son.
As interesting as she was sure that discussion between mother and son
was going to be, the veteran actress wanted to be far away when it happened.
The hours seemed to fly by in what was left of the afternoon as Brooke
took care of a few personal errands that she couldn't leave to Joyce. Then she
headed home to dress for the evening.
On her arrival to the luxury apartment she had gotten as part of her last
divorced settlement, Brooke was only mildly surprised when her housekeeper,
June, said that Gregg Newman had called. Undoubtedly, his mother had won
what she knew had to have been a loud argument and Gregg was calling to
apologize for now not being able to take her to the dinner.
To her surprise, the message June had taken said nothing of the sort. It
just confirmed that he would be there at seven and that he was looking
forward to taking her to the ceremony.
"How bout that," she laughed as she crumpled up the paper and
dropped. "He finally won an argument with that bitch! Good for him."
A smile filled Brooke's face, the result of a small amount of delight
that Gregg had stood up for himself, as well as the knowledge that Juliet had
to be pissed off beyond compare right now. No matter, the show was
scheduled to finish production on the last episode by next month and that
would be the last she would ever see of Juliet Newman.
"Well if I'm going to be going to the Awards after all, I'd better start
getting ready," she said to herself.
One advantage to having short hair, Brooke reminded herself, was that
she didn't have to spend half the afternoon at the beauty salon being done by
whoever was the rage of the month. It wasn't common knowledge among her
fans, but she wore a longer haired wig as Prudence Greer. The Producers
nearly had a heart attack two seasons ago when she'd cut her hair for a movie
role. They'd spent a small fortune having a wigmaker come up with an
undetectable copy of Prudence's hairstyle. A quick wash and dry was enough
to get her natural hair the way she liked it.
Stepping out of the large stand-alone shower, Brooke exited the
bathroom into the walk in closet she'd had converted to a small dressing room.
June had already laid out her clothes for the evening, so that saved even more
time.
Standing nude in front of the large vanity mirror, the thirty-nine year
old took a few moments to look at herself. Good diet and an almost obsessive
devotion to physical fitness had left her with a body that was actually in better
shape than when she'd gotten her first role. True, there were a few lines in her
face that hadn't been there a few years back, but there were just enough to give
her character, as her mother used to say.
Her breasts had stood the test of time as well, she liked to say.
Another result of a daily exercise regiment. Running her open hands across
her chest, she wondered if anyone of the show's fans ever noticed that both she
and Paige Harrison had the same size breasts. Probably not, she told herself.
Paige's were always on display while hers were usually hidden under the
conservative outfits the scripts called for Prudence to wear.
Last year, Brooke had appeared in a Broadway show, subbing for the
lead during the sitcom's off months. The outfits she'd worn in the show had
given a much more demonstrative view of her assets. A view uncommon
enough for one reviewer to wonder in his column if she'd had implants. The
veteran actress was quick to fire off a note to his paper, by special messenger
no less, that everything on her body, with the exception of a few capped teeth,
were what she'd been born with.
The evening gown she'd picked for this evening was definitely not part
of Prudence's wardrobe. Jet-black and strapless, it had a built in bra. They not
only supporting her mounds but put them on prominent display as well. The
dress also had long open slits up her legs, giving her full freedom of
movement and displaying her legs as much as her breasts.
A pair of small diamond earrings followed, along with a matching
pendent that hung in the soft valley of her chest. Just a touch of make up
finished the image, the reflection in the mirror showing the real Brooke
Hudson and not the fictitious Prudence Greer.
"Excuse me, Miss Hudson," June said as she stood in the doorway.
"but the young man is here."
"Already?" Brooke said, then looking up at the wall clock realized that
sure enough, it was five after seven. "Tell him I'll be down in a few minutes,
would you please."
"Of course," the sixty something housekeeper said. " Might I say that
you look quite lovely in that dress."
"Thank you, June," Brooke replied. "but you know you don't have to
compliment me all the time. It's hardly part of your job."
"I know," she smiled just before disappearing down the hall. "That's
why I like to do it."
"Good evening, Gregg," Brooke said as she stepped out of the
bedroom into the living room.
Gregg had been looking out the bay window at the empty beach
beneath the condo, sipping from a soft drink June had gotten him. Dressed in
a black tuxedo that added to his new image of young manhood, Brooke had to
say the five foot nine teen really looked good in it.
"Wow!" Gregg exclaimed when he turned and saw Brooke's outfit.
"You look so, so ..."
"Different?" Brooke completed his sentence as she walked over to him
and gave him a friendly kiss hello on the cheek.
"Yeah, different," Gregg repeated.
"I don't know why," Brooke said as she picked up the drink June had
left out for her, taking a sip. "After all, you've seen me dressed up countless
time before."
As the liquid hit her mouth, Brooke was surprised to find it was the
same soda that had been served to her guest. It was the housekeepers' way of
reminding her that the young man couldn't legally drink yet and that maybe
she shouldn't either. Thinking about it for a second, Brooke decided it might
not be bad advice and took a second sip of the cola.
"I know that," Gregg continued, "but somehow it just seems different
this time."
"Could it be," Brooke silently thought to herself, "that this time,
people are going to see you with me and say, wow, she's with him."
"It's supposed to get a little cooler tonight," June said as she
reappeared with a white wrap for Brooke's shoulders. "You might need this."
"What would I do without you," Brooke said, thanking the thoughtful
woman.
"Let me get that," Gregg said as he took the cover from the older
woman and draper it around Brooke.
"I guess we'd better get going," Brooke said as she felt Gregg's strong
arms wrap around her for a moment.
"You two have fun," June said as she opened the door for them. "You
can tell me all about it on Monday."
Living alone, Brooke had no need for a full time housekeeper. June
had a family of her own and went home to them every night and on weekends.
"Now, this is nice," Brooke said as she looked at the late model
Porche 911 Coupe parked outside of her building.
Gregg quickly turned off the alarm and opened the passenger door for
Brooke. A friend had an earlier model of the same car, so she knew just about
what something like this cost.
"It's nice to see that you're enjoying some of your success," Brook said
as she settled into the plush leather seat, giving Gregg a view of her rounded
breasts as they strained against the top of her dress.
"Actually," Gregg said after a moment's hesitation. "it's Mom's car. I
have an Escort, but I really didn't think it would be as much fun pulling up to
the Awards in that."
"One of these days, you're going to have to sit down with a lawyer of
your own and figure out exactly where all your money has gone," Brooke
thought as Gregg walked around the car to the driver's side. "It's a pity it's not
really my place to suggest something like that."
Much to Brooke's relief as they moved through the half full streets,
Gregg was a very careful driver. Normally, you put an teenager his age behind
the wheel of a high powered car like this, and the first thing that goes out the
window were little things like traffic regulations and speed limits.
In no time at all, they were pulling into the large parking lot of the
hotel where the National People’s Awards Banquet was being held. Gregg
was a little nervous when the red-jacketed attendant took the keys and roared
off with his mother's car. It was obvious that the parking lot attendant didn't
have his sense of caution when driving a car like that.
"Don't worry about it," Brooke said to him as she took his arm in hers.
"The car will be fine."
Unconvinced, he followed her lead and walked past the long row of
onlookers and through the even nosier gauntlet of reporters and photographers
that framed the door of the hotel. They both said a few forgettable comments
to the outstretched microphones, moving inside as quickly as possible.
"There are times I really hate reporters," Brooke said as they made it
to the relative quiet of the hotel lobby.
The younger man nodded his head in agreement, not really knowing
why. He knew that if it had been his mother on his arm, she would've talked
to the press until they ran off in search of more important game.
"Brooke, darling, how nice to see you again," a feminine voice called
out from the couples left.
Both of them turned to see, Kate Douglas, the star of "Angie O'Neil",
coming towards them. She made a big show of giving Brooke air kisses on
both cheeks and telling her it had been much too long since they'd had a
chance to get together.
Actually, it had been forever, Brooke thought. Aside from a few
appearances at Network functions, she barely knew Kate.
"And who's your charming young friend?" Kate asked as she turned
her attention to Gregg.
Brooke couldn't help but think that the look on Kate's face was similar
to that of a lioness who'd just been presented with fresh meat. It was no secret
that the forty-four year old had a thing for much younger men. No so much of
a thing that she'd bring one of her boytoys to a public function like this. The
initial impression that Brooke had been that adventurous was what had drawn
her to them when she'd spotted the two of them walking in.
"Oh don't you know, Gregg Newman?" Brooke said in her sweetest
voice. "He plays my son, Carter on the show."
"My, I didn't recognize you," Kate said, her tone loosing some of the
enthusiasm it had held a moment before. "You look so grown up, not like we
see you on the screen every week."
"He's actually eighteen, Kate," Brooke said, wondering why she felt
the need to say something like that. "It's only the character on the show that's
sixteen."
"Is he now?" the longer haired redhead said, her eyes now displaying
renewed interest.
"Of course," Brooke said in a tone that gave warning that Gregg
wasn't a new piece of candy for Kate to devour. "I'd never come to a dinner
like this with an escort that might send tongues a wagging. After all, who'd
want a repeat of the Angela Foster affair?"
Two seasons ago, Angela Foster, star of the now canceled and
best-forgotten "Highway Patrol" had showed up at the dinner with a heavy set
Hispanic woman. She turned out to be, of all things, part of the actual
California Highway Patrol. The fiction was that she had brought her to the
dinner as a thank you for some professional advice about her role. That hadn't
held up too well when later in the evening, the two of them had been found in
a state of semi-dress in one of the restrooms. They had been locked in, at the
time of their discovery, in a very graphic display of Sapphic love.
"No, who'd want a thing like that?" Kate repeated, remembering that
Angela's career had tanked within twenty-four hours after pictures of the two
of them had hit the tabloids. Some things were best kept private and out of the
public eye.
"Well, maybe we'll see you later," Brooke said as she led Gregg away.
"She seemed nice," Gregg remarked as they made their way to their
table.
Brooke didn't answer, just smiling instead. She knew however that
given the chance, Kate would've been more than happy to show Gregg how
nice she could be. A quick image of a half-naked Kate on her knees, with
Gregg's cock in her mouth flashed through her head. If it wasn't for the fact
that Kate would've lost all interest in him the minute she came, Brooke didn't
think that might've been such a bad thing after all.
There were over fifty different shows represented at the dinner, and
someone had gotten the idea of arranging them according to the last ratings.
As a result, the cast of "Dear Prudence" found itself in the middle third of the
ballroom, which wasn't a bad place to be, as far as seating went. You were
close enough to pay attention to what was going on up at the podium if you
wanted, and still far enough away if you wanted to ignore it.
Harry Hamilton sat at the far end of the table, along with is wife of
thirty-two years, Alice. Normally a rather plain woman, she was a living
example of the maxim that if you have enough money, anyone could be made
to look good. The dress alone she wore cost more than most of the hired help
around them made in a year.
Magazines liked to run stories about how theirs was one of the longest
running marriages among TV actors. It usually got a mention when some
other marriage came apart.
What they usually left out of those stories was the fact that
sixteen-year-old Harry Hamilton had wed a very pregnant fifteen year old
Alice Tug, quite literally under the shadow of her father's shotgun. They'd
grown up in a part of the country where teen weddings were hardly out of the
norm.
If they'd bothered to dig a little deeper, they might've come up with a
much more interesting story to tell. Almost from the time Harry had gotten
his first big break and moved to California, the future All American Dad
figure had been involved in one indiscretion after another. It had finally got to
the point where it seemed that the only woman not sharing his bed was his
wife.
A fact that no longer bothered Alice at all. Soon after her own arrival
in what the preacher back home had warned her was a modern day Sodom and
Gomorra, the dark-haired girl had discovered an overwhelming interest in the
members of her own sex. It was an attraction that she would've hardly been
able to pursue in the small community they had grown up in and one in which
she had never wavered in since.
Also at the table was eighteen-year-old Paige Harrison, accompanied
by her live-in boyfriend, Stick. He was a drummer in what Rolling Stone had
described as an up and coming rock band. Six months before, she had almost
created a major scandal by appearing nude on the cover of the band's first CD.
Thankfully, the Label that was putting out the disk was a subsidy of the same
parent company that produced Prudence. They pulled the jacket before it
could be shipped and substituted another in its place. It wasn't so much that
she was nude that concerned them, after all many actresses appeared in the
buff these days. It was the fact that she was simulating oral sex on the
drummer that they objecting to. At least the assumption was that she was
simulating the act.
The designer ensemble she had picked out for the evening made
Brooke's seem almost chaste. In Paige's case, she hadn't bothered with a bra,
built in or otherwise. Everyone at the table had a clear view of those big
nipples that had driven a generation of young teenage boys wild.
"Where's your Mom tonight, Gregg?" Harry asked as Brooke and
Gregg took their seats.
"She's not coming," Gregg said, a touch of satisfaction in his voice.
"Now there's a reason to celebrate right off the bat," Paige cut in.
It was no secret that she and Juliet had a conflict dating back to that
day she and Gregg had been caught playing doctor in the dressing trailers.
Even though there had never been a repetition of the episode because Paige
had come to the conclusion that cute as he was, Greg was too much of a
Mama's Boy for her tastes, the hostility had continued. Most of it had
centered on the idea that the show's producers spent too much time advancing
Paige career at the expense of her son's. Which was total nonsense as
everyone connected with the show knew. It anyone had come out of the
sitcom with a bright career ahead, it was Gregg Newman.
The night proceeded pretty much as everyone expected, with all the
most popular shows getting most of the awards. With only five years behind
them, the bare minimum to at least have some worth in syndication, "Dear
Prudence" wasn't going to get the recognition that many longer running shows
got when they reached the end of their runs.
The cast members talked about their plans for after the show. Paige
was going on tour with her boyfriend's band as lead singer. Harry was
planning an extended vacation, without his wife. She made it clear she was
more than happy for his planned extended absence. Brooke was just going to
take it easy for a while. And Gregg, well Gregg was going to star in a new film
called Teen Vampire. He'd done a few Made For Television Movies during
previous summer hiatus, but this was his chance at the big time.
Before you knew it, the night was coming to a close. All the awards
had been given out, and the television crews were packing up their gear.
Harry was the first to say goodnight, leaving his wife behind to take the studio
limo home. By the time she got there, he would undoubtedly have his
manhood already buried in the eighteen-year-old pussy of his latest groupie.
Paige and her boyfriend were off to a late night party, one that they
invited both Gregg and Brooke to come to as well. She promised Gregg that if
he came alone, she'd make sure one of her friends rocked his world.
Brooke left it up to Gregg, who politely declined the invitation. It'd
been a long day, he said, and he was a little tired. Paige was tempted to point
out that it had been just as long a day for all of them, but then let it pass. Some
people, she thought to herself, were just meant to lead boring lives.
With everyone leaving at more or less at the same time, it took quite a
while for one of the attendants to bring around Gregg's car. It was one of the
reasons that most people made use of the studio cars. Those that did, were
already on their way.
The same driver who had parked the car turned out to be the one who
brought it back. While Gregg gave the car a quick once over, making sure
there where no marks that he'd have to explain to his mother, Brooke slipped
the young man a tip. It wasn't, she thought, the type of thing that Gregg might
remember.
Finally satisfied that the car was in the same shape in which he'd left it,
Gregg opened the passenger door for Brooke who slipped inside. She heard
the attendant, who was watching her dress ride up her legs, whisper, "caliente
mama."
A smile filled her face as Gregg closed the door behind her. "Hot
mama" indeed.
The streets were a lot more open than when they'd traveled them
earlier in the evening. It took only half the time for Gregg to reach Brooke's
beachfront condominium.
After he walked her to the door, she asked if he'd like to come in for a
few minutes. June had gone home hours ago, and she really hated going into
an empty house alone.
Stepping inside, Brooke quickly punched in the code for the alarm
system, an action that simultaneously turned on a number of lights. Gregg
insisted on going in first, which Brooke let him do.
"Would you like something to drink?" Brooke asked as she went
straight to the bar. It had been a long time since she'd gone to an event and
drank only non-alcoholic beverages. She deserved a nightcap, she told
herself."
"Mother says I really shouldn't drink." Gregg said, realizing that she
wasn't talking about the soda he'd drank before.
"Well Mama isn't here," Brooke grinned as she poured her drink and
then held the bottle over an empty glass, waiting for her guest's reply.
"I guess one drink wouldn't hurt," the dark-haired young man finally
relented.
"That's the spirit," Brooke laughed as she filled his glass.
"This is really a nice place," Gregg said as he looked about the large
apartment. "One of these days, I hope I can have a place of my own as nice as
this."
"Well if there's one thing I can say," the redhead laughed. "I might not
have had the best choice in husbands, but I certainly had the best choice in
divorce lawyers."
The condo, along with a very generous cash settlement, had come from
husband number two. No one was exactly sure how much that was, or why
exactly her ex had been so willing to make a quick and private settlement to
their marriage. The prevailing rumor was that he had been gay, or that he'd
been caught with someone underage. The truth was something far different
and to Brooke even a little comical. To Lance Brannigan, star of a dozen
action films, the truth had been a lot worse.
Unlike marriage number one, where her husband had indeed been
cheating on her with a girl in his office, husband number two had been
faithful. In a town where image was everything, he had a secret that would
destroy the one he had spent so many years building. Simply put, the Man of
Iron, as he was sometimes billed, was a man of straw. The action hero was no
hero in the bedroom. No amount of patience or instruction on Brooke's part
seemed to make a difference. When other things went sour in their marriage
as well, he was willing to do most anything to keep that little secret out of the
public record.
"What shall we drink to?" Brooke asked as picked up both drinks.
'To a really wonderful evening," Gregg said as he took his glass from
her and held it up, looking at the amber liquid within.
"And the company that made it such a good evening," Brooke added
as she tapped the edge of her glass against his, before talking a large swallow.
Gregg followed suit, immediately gagging as the fiery liquid burned
his throat.
"Easy, honey," Brooke said, patting him on the back. "This is all new
to you. Just take little sips."
Regaining control, Gregg did just that, only letting a small taste past
between his lips. This time, he managed to handle it much better.
"It was a fun evening," Brooke said as she put her now empty glass
back on the countertop. "I really had a good time."
"Me too," Gregg agreed as he put his glass next to hers. A glass still
half full.
They stood there for a long moment. Gregg looked like he wanted to
say something else, but instead looked down at his watch.
"It's pretty late," he said when he saw the time. "I guess I'd better get
going."
"If you want," she responded, thinking that it was hardly late at all.
She walked Gregg to the door and was about to open in when she felt
him stop. Turning to look at him, she saw the same look on his face that had
been there before he looked at his watch.
"Gregg, is there something that you wanted to say?" she asked.
His face turned red with embarrassment, causing Brooke to wonder
what could cause such a reaction. Finally, gathering up his courage, he said
what was on his mind.
"I was wondering if, ... I mean I wanted to ask if it, ... if it was okay if
I gave you a kiss goodnight?"
Brooke almost laughed but managed to keep from doing so. It was
such a charming moment.
"Oh course you can kiss me goodnight," she finally replied. "What
sort of date would I be if I denied a nice young man like you such a simple
gift."
A bright smile on his face, Gregg leaned forward to bring their lips
together. His kiss was soft and warm, Brooke thought, just as a young man's
should be.
As their lips pressed together a second time, Brooke's eyes opened
wide as she felt Gregg's tongue slip between her lips, pressing against her
own.
Her first reaction was to put a stop to it here and now, but something
held her voice. It was after all, just a kiss. Was it so much to let him have a
moment's enjoyment.
A heartbeat later, Gregg took an action that couldn't be ignored. The
touch of his hand upon her breast caused her to call out his name in surprise.
"Gregg!" she cried out. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Oh God, I'm sorry!" Gregg said as he pulled away from her. "I wasn't
thinking, it just seemed like the right thing to do."
"The right thing to do?" she repeated. "Gregg, I'm old enough to be
your mother!"
"I've never thought of you like that," he quickly added. "old I mean.
I've always been so attracted to you, spent so many nights thinking about what
it would be like to be with you."
"I don't know what to say," Brooke answered. "Haven't you ever
been with a girl your own age?"
"I've never really been with any girl," Gregg said surprisingly.
"Mother always told me that if I was with a girl and something happened, it
could damage my career."
"Not to mention loosen the hold she has on you," Brooke thought as
she looked into his eyes and saw a mixture of both sorrow and longing.
A few months back, when Gregg had turned eighteen, Harry Hamilton
has told her what he really would like to do for the kid is take him out for a
night on the town and get his ashes hauled. Brooke had talked him out of it at
the time, assuring the actor that she was sure a good-looking kid like Gregg
had no problem in that department. Now she wasn't so sure that might not
have been a good idea after all.
"Gregg, honey," she said in her most reassuring voice. 'I'm not angry
at you, but you have to realize that it really wouldn't work out between the two
of us. Think about it a minute, I'm twice your age. What kind of relationship
would we have? You've seen the way the tabloids tear people in our business
apart. Your mother is right in that aspect at least, much as I hate to admit she's
right about anything."
"I really never thought about having a relationship," Gregg admitted.
"I just thought about me and you doi...."
He paused in mid-word, realizing that the way he was saying it felt so
cheap and dirty.
"You just thought about you and I having sex?" Brooke completed his
sentence.
"Not sex, making love," Gregg corrected her. "I wanted you to be my
first. You've always been so nice to me. Always making sure that I was part
of everything. You helped me with my acting, teaching me all the things
you've learned. I love you so much, I just wanted it to be you."
"Gregg, that's such a sweet thought, but don't you think it would be
better with a girl your own age," the older woman suggested, almost adding,
what would your mother say.
"If that's what I wanted, I would've gone to the party with Paige," he
answered. "She's always telling me she has girlfriends who'd love to pop my
cherry."
"And probably sell the story to the tabloids the next day," Brooke
thought.
Brook's thoughts flashed back to her own first time. She had been
sixteen and her boyfriend eighteen. It seemed to her at the time that he was
twice her age, as far as experience went. From the perspective of years, it
would undoubtedly have been nice for that first time to have been with
someone her own age. Someone she was truly in love with and could learn
about sex together. Failing that, she considered, having had an experienced
and caring teacher who made the experience memorable was the next best
thing.
In the public eye as he was, and with the type of girls he usually met,
Brooke thought it unlikely that Gregg would ever get the chance at that first
choice. Hell, there was little chance he'd find the second, at least someone
who wouldn't take advantage of him. At least in this town.
"I don't believe I'm really considering this," Brooke thought to herself
as she found herself considering options. "I could be his mother, for Christ's
sake."
The thought of Juliet brought another factor into her thinking. If she
did this, and the possibility that she might seemed to grown with each passing
breath, then there was another question to be asked. Would she be doing it to
help Gregg, or to hurt Juliet. Taking her place at the Awards was one thing,
deflowering her son something else.
"Brooke ...?" Gregg asked, seeing that his hostess was lost in her
thoughts.
"Gregg," she replied, snapping out of her musings. "Are you sure that
this is what you want? I mean really sure?"
"More than being on the show, or doing that movie, or anything."
came his reply, in a voice full of youthful passion.
"Then I guess it's good that we live in a city where dreams are
supposed to come true."
With that, she took his hand and guided it under the top of her gown.
His outstretched fingers, pressing against her naked breast. Their lips met
once more, this time it being Brooke's tongue that sought out his.
Taking Gregg by the hand, Brooke led him into her bedroom. It was
the first time he had ever been there. Next to the living room, it was the most
spacious in the house. The evening's natural light filled the room, provided by
twin skylights and a large glass patio door that led to the deck and beach
beyond. The vertical blinds along the door had been left open to admit the
nightlight. If you were to look up out of the skylights, you'd see a large full
moon filling the star-studded sky.
In the center of the room stood a large platform bed. Close to the
floor, it was covered with a soft mattress and bright black satin sheets. A
small reading lamp was attached to the head, although Brooke was sure she
wasn't going to get much reading done tonight.
Sitting on the edge if the bed, Brooke undid Gregg's bow tie and used
it to pull him close, their lips colliding once again. Gregg had left his jacket
and vest in the living room so all he had left was his shirt and pants.
One by one, the buttons of his designer shirt opened under Brooke's
skillful fingers and as their mouth and tongues continued their erotic
interchange. As the last button came loose, the redhead grabbed the sides of
his shirt and pulled it down across his body and off his arms. His undershirt
followed just as quickly as Brooke slipped her hands under the bottom and
pushed it upward, exposing the lightly haired chest beneath it. As the cotton
top slid up and over Gregg's head, Brooke ran both her fingers and her mouth
across his chest. The dark-haired teen was surprised to find that a man's
nipples were no less sensitive then he'd heard a woman were supposed to be.
Especially when an eager, wet tongue caressed them.
"Oh wow!" Gregg gasped as Brooke licked his small tips. "That feels
really nice."
"It only gets better," Brooke promised as she reached down and
groped his cock through his pants. A cock grown quite hard.
With her lips still planting kisses across his chest, Brooke ran one hand
up along his equally smooth back, while the other continued to lightly pump
his cock. She paused for a moment to look up into his face, only to fine the
smile she wore reflected there.
Breaking contact, Brooke sat Gregg next to her on the bed and then
stood up herself. Pointing out the zipper on the back of her dress, she asked
him to pull it down. A favor he was more than glad to do. Once open, the
evening gown lost it's form fitting nature and would've fallen free had the
older woman not use one hand to hold the front tight against her chest.
Still holding the covering in place, Brooke sat on Gregg's lap, pressing
his cock against the folds of her ass. With her free hand, she guided his hands
to take the place of her own. His fingers tight against the material, Gregg
cupped each of her mounds as Brooke began to gyrate back and forth, again
pumping his cock, this time with the cheeks of her ass.
"Slide them under my dress," she instructed him as he let go of the
material and replaced rich fabric with even softer flesh. No longer held in
place, her dress dropped down to around her waist.
Spurred on by the pleasing pressure against his cock, Gregg played
with her heavy globes with an almost childish delight. His fingers massaged
and squeezed the warm mounds, pressing against her thick, hard nipples again
and again. Letting out a long, soft moan of appreciation, Brooke leaned back
and reaching her head back over her shoulder, gave him a long, loving kiss.
She let him play with his new toys for a while longer, then stood up
just long enough to slide her dress the rest of the way off. Turning around,
Brooke climbed back onto his lap, this time face to face. With only her thin
panties now between his cock and her ass, the sensations for both of them
grew in intensity.
Gregg reached out and took her breasts in hand, continuing to sample
their delightful feel. Leaning as forward as he could, he added an oral
examination of their softness as well. Brooke again purred as he tried to
duplicate the caress she had given his tips a thousand or so heartbeats before.
An idle thought entered her head, a curiosity as to whose breasts he
considered more attractive - Paige's or hers. As soon as the thought had been
formed, she tossed it aside as an unfair comparison. She knew enough about
young men, and all men were still young men in some aspect or another, to
know that they never forgot their first look at a naked breast. It didn't matter if
it belongs to their sister or even their mother, as it had in many cases, a naked
boob was a naked boob. The excitement of that moment wasn't something
their would ever forget.
"Well if I couldn't be first," Brooke told herself as she helped guild his
mouth to her most sensitive spots, "I'll defiantly make sure I'm at least as
memorable, even if he lives to be ninety."
Shifting her position off his lap and onto the bed in a way as to still
allow him access to her charms, Brooke reached down and undid Gregg's own
zipper. Her hand slipped into his pants, returning a moment later with his stiff
and fully erect cock. Long deft fingers glide up and down it's six and a
half-inch length, wrapping around its not unimpressive girth as they loved.
"A lot nicer than I expected," Brooke considered as she looked down
at her prize. "A lot better indeed.
Sliding off the edge of the bed, the short haired woman dropped to her
knees and kissed the head of his cock. Her nimble tongue running across the
top, wiping away the small droplet of pre-come that had formed there. Then
her lips moved up and down its length, her tongue darting back and forth as
she moved.
Gregg was in heaven as she orally massaged his cock. He'd spent
countless nights wondering how this would feel, overjoyed to discover that the
reality outdid his imagination. What he didn't realize was that this was only
an overture to what came next.
Gregg's mouth abruptly opened wide in exclamation as Brooke took
him whole into her mouth. He didn't have the words to describe what he was
feeling. All he knew was that however far fetched the claims he'd heard about
how great a blow job was, at this moment they were now as good as gold.
If there was one thing that Brooke had learned on her rise among the
ranks of Hollywood elite, it was how to give a first class blow job. A talent
that Gregg was now the prime beneficiary of.
With a practiced skill, the star of Dear Prudence" moved his cock in
and out of her mouth, drawing the very life out of his young manhood. She
alternated between sliding her head back and forth along the length of his
cock, and simply taking a tight hold on it and pumping it in and out of her
mouth. Through it all, Brooke couldn't help but be impressed with Gregg's
self control. Most men she'd been intimate with, never mind one his age,
would've blown his load a long time ago.
A second stray thought flashed through her mind as she continued to
send her young lover on a voyage of erotic discovery. A few months back, a
friend had forwarded to her a fan fiction story he'd found on the Internet. The
story had depicted sexual relations between Prudence Greer and her son,
Carter. With Gregg's cock in her mouth, and soon to be deep in much more
intimate places, Brooke wondered what that author would say if she knew that
her fantasy was, after a fashion, coming true.
Gregg's cock slipped from her mouth and rather than just guide it back
in, Brooke instead lifted both her breasts and pressed them against his cock.
Moving her entire body up and down, she gave him what her first husband
liked to describe as a "titty fuck". After a few moments, it was clear that
Gregg was just as appreciative of the act as husband number one had been.
Releasing the hold on her mounds and letting his cock slide free once
more, Brooke stood up and pressed her breasts this time against his face As
she covering it with her flesh, Gregg kissed and licked her softness, taking as
much of her nipples into his mouth as he could.
Brooke pressed forward, pushing the slightly taller young man down
flat on the bed. She pressed her body against his, then rolling off just long
enough to quickly take off the rest of his clothing. Now between the two of
them, only her panties remained.
"Want to see what else you can use that talented tongue for?" she
laughingly asked as she moved up over his body until his head was resting
between her legs. It had been a rhetorical question, one that she hadn't
expected an answer to.
However, Gregg did answer, muttering a reluctant agreement. Of all
the sexual acts he'd heard guys on the show brag about, this was the one he'd
had the least enthusiasm about learning. The reluctance was one that Brooke
had heard before, and one that she was going to set straight in his
impressionable mind right now.
"Trust me, Gregg," she said in a soft, caring tone. "You learn how to
do this right, no woman is ever going to want you to leave her bed."
With a promise like that, Gregg decided it was at least worth a try.
After all, Brooke had been right about everything up to this point.
Dropping down a little lower, Brooke pressed her now stained panties
against his face, filling his nostrils with the strong aroma of her sex. Gregg
was taken by surprise for a moment, then delighted to learn that it was a
pleasing perfume. His only other experience with the scent of a woman had
been with a pair of his mother's panties that he had stolen out of the hamper
one night. Mixed with other odors, it hadn't encouraged him to try a second
pair.
Reaching down, Brooke undid the clasps that held her panties together
and they fell on his face. She picked them up and tossed them onto the night
table, thinking that perhaps Gregg might like them as a souvenir later.
Faced now with the real thing, Gregg pressed his face hard against it
and made the mistakes most young, and some not so young, men usually
made. Brooke was quick to correct him, showing him exactly where to use his
tongue.
"Right there," she said as she struck home. "Oh yes, that's the place. It
might be a little different on each woman, but if you just pay attention you
should have no trouble finding it."
Brooke's words of encouragement gave way to little squeals of delight
as Gregg applied the lessons she had just taught him. Once he got into it, and
especially when he saw the effect it had on the woman above him, the young
man no longer had the least hesitation about going down on a woman. Or in
this case, was it going up?
After a while this too came to an end, this time it was Brooke who was
reluctant to end this phase of instruction and move on. Gregg on the other
hand, was worked up and excited because he knew there was nothing much
left other than being inside of her.
Falling back onto the wide bed, Brooke directed Gregg into what he
knew was the classic missionary position. For the basics, Brooke knew there
was nothing better for a first time. Then again, who ever said she had to stay
with the basics.
Holding the head of his cock, she placed it at the entrance of her pussy
and whispered into his ear to press forward. At this point, Gregg hardly
needed instruction, having thought about this moment almost from the day
he'd had his first hard on. He pressed into her with all of his weight, only
worrying at the last possible moment that he might be hurting her.
Brooke was quick to dispel that thought as she responded to his thrust
with a passionate yes and encouraged him to do it over and over. Her sugar
walls were so lubricated by their earlier play that it took no time at all for the
two of them in develop a quick rhythm.
Her hands pressed hard against his ass, pumping his body into her with
a rising strength. Gregg had his arms wrapped around her as well, pulling
them together even more.
They went on for a while until Brooke suddenly pulled him tight
against her and then rolled the two of them on the bed. Gregg was startled for
a second to find himself suddenly on the bottom, but not as much as he was to
discover that now Brooke was fucking him.
Moving into the female superior position, her personal favorite,
Brooke lifted her entire body into the air, before slamming it down again on
his cock. Again and again, faster and faster, she rode him, unlocking new
sensations that he had never before imagined. Her hand moved up to her
breasts, playing with them as she moved. At one point, she was able to stretch
out her tongue and lick her own nipples. Something that almost made Gregg
lose that impressive self control.
Perhaps sensing that he would indeed not be able to hold it much
longer, Brooke decided she had time for one last lesson. Climbing off Gregg,
she got down on all fours and had him enter her doggie style.
Holding onto her hips as he slammed his balls again her as hard as he
could, Gregg decided that this was his favorite of the three positions they had
tried. A fact that wasn't lost on Brooke as she could feel his increased
enthusiasm. She wondered for a moment how he might react to anal sex, but
then decided that some things might be better left to another time. Some men
reacted to anal, even with a woman, as an indication of homosexuality. Now
wasn't the best time to explore such things.
Besides, already she could feel his body tensing, a condition that she
had been feeling within herself as well. Neither of them was far from a
climax.
Grabbing hold of her swaying breasts, Gregg held them tight as his
sweat covered body slammed into her once more. This time, his cock
exploded as bolts of whiteness splattered within her pussy. And with them,
his virginity.
That thought, if nothing else, was enough to set off Brooke's own
orgasm. One as pleasing as she had ever known. This, despite the fact that
Gregg had pulled out of her at the last moment as he began to come,
splattering a second and third wave of whiteness across her ass and back. Is
hadn't been enough for him to want to feel his climax, he'd wanted to see it
was well.
Drained, Brooke dropped down on the bed, with Gregg right on top of
her. She didn't have to look to know he had the widest of grins on his face
right now. Reaching back, she ran her fingers across her ass, wiping up some
of the aftermath of his eruption. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she
carefully licked them clean, savoring the trophy of his first time.
They lay there on top of each other for a while, listening to the twin
echoes of their heartbeats and the splash of the surf down on the small beach.
Brooke wondered what Gregg's thoughts were at this moment, but decided it
best not to intrude. If he wanted to share them, she'd know soon enough.
Time passed ever so slowly and Brooke was about to say something
when Gregg beat her to it. He opened his mouth, said her name and was then
abruptly cut off by the ringing of the telephone on the night table.
"I have to get that," Brooke apologized as still weighed down by
Gregg's weight, she couldn't reach the phone. "Only a half dozen people have
this number so it must be important."
In way of understanding, Gregg rolled off her to the empty side of the
bed, giving her the chance to reach the ringing phone.
The voice that blasted her ear as she put the receiver to her head told
her that the number of people with her private number had now grown by one.
"Where the fuck is my son?" the shrill voice screamed.
"Why hello, Juliet," Brooke answered calmly in a voice that gave no
indication that she had just spent the better part of the last two hours fucking
her son. "How are you this fine evening?"
"Don't fine evening me you bitch," Juliet yelled loud enough for
Gregg to hear from where he laid on the bed. "Where is my son? The Awards
Dinner has been over for hours."
Brooke glanced first over at the alarm clock next to the phone, it had
indeed been hours since the Awards had ended. Then she looked to her
neophyte lover, the expression on her face asking if he wanted her to lie and
say he had left long ago.
"I've been calling all over town these last two hours," Juliet went on,
oblivious to the fact that no one was really paying attention to her words.
"When I got that little cunt, Joyce on your official number, I told her that if she
didn't give me your private number right that minute, my next call was going
to be to the police."
Gregg paused for a moment, then reached out for the phone. As if
conscious that he was about to talk to his mother bare ass naked, he pulled on
the sheet next to him until it covered his exposed manhood.
"Would you mind holding on for a moment, Juliet?" Brooke said in
that same sweet tone in which she had answered the phone. There were times
that being an accomplished actress did have its advantages.
Gregg took the cordless phone from Brooke and held it up to his ear.
He listened for a second as Juliet was still telling Brooke that no, she wouldn't
hang on a moment.
"Hello Mom," Gregg said, cutting her off in mid-rant.
"Gregg, honey," the voice on the phone said, shifting to a tone that
was full of sweetness and kindness. "I've been so worried about you. What
are you doing there so late?"
Able to hear what was going on, Brooke mentally translated the
meaning of what Juliet had said to, "I've been so worried that you're out of my
sight and control. What has that woman been doing to you?"
"I'm fine, mother," Gregg said, looking at a still fully naked Brooke as
he spoke. "I've just been hanging with Brooke for a while. It's not like I have
an early call or anything tomorrow."
"That's true sweetheart," Juliet said, "but you do need your rest. You
know how tired you get if you haven't gotten your eight hours."
"Then I'll just sleep in later in the day, that's all," her son replied, his
voice showing the smallest measure of independence.
"But it's not a good idea for you to drive if you're tired," Juliet went
on, shifting tactics.
"Maybe you're right," Gregg relented, his voice falling into the same
obedience mode that Juliet was used to.
"I knew you'd see it my way," Juliet beamed, glad to be back in
charge.
"So I'll tell you what," Gregg abruptly said, his voice again changing
in intensity. "Rather than drive home this late, I'll just stay here for the rest of
the night. I'm sure Brooke will have no problem putting me up."
The smile on Brooke's face told him that it would be no problem at all.
"But Gregg, honey ..."
"Mom, it's settled," he cut her off. "I'll see you sometime in the
morning. Better yet, make that in the afternoon. I'm going to stop by the
Porche dealership on the way home and order a car like yours for myself. Do
me a favor and call them so they'll know that payment won't be a problem. I
do think that someone who's going to star in a major motion picture should be
driving something better than an old Escort, don't you?"
Juliet Newman was so perturbed by her son's unforeseen and sudden
declarations of independence that she found herself, for the first time in
memory, totally speechless. By the time she found her voice, she was
speaking to a dial tone. She reached for the keypad on her telephone, then
decided that calling him back right now might not be the best of ideas.
"Well that was certainly interesting," Brooke said as she took the
phone back from Gregg and set it back on its base. "Are you sure that you
haven't set in motion that you're going to regret in the morning."
"I don't think so," Gregg replied as he moved closer to Brooke. "I
think there are some things that I should've done a long time ago."
Without asking him to elaborate, Brooke had a pretty good idea exactly
what those things might be.
"But that can wait until the morning," the younger man said as his
hand stroked Brooke's breast. "I'm sure that there are a lot more fun things
that we can do than talk about my mother."
"Gregg, baby," Brooke said, feelings of worry beginning to fill her
chest. She had almost called Gregg honey, but that would've been too surreal.
Their pseudo-incest had been too close to the mark already. "You do
remember before all this started, that you said all you wanted to do was spend
a night with me, don't you? You do understand that nothings going to happen
after this?"
Gregg laughed loudly at what she said. It was a laugh that was both
refreshing and worrisome.
"Don't worry, Brooke," he finally said. "I haven't managed to come up
with the courage to pull away from one mother, only to try and latch onto
another. You're my friend, which's never going to change. I was just thinking
that if we were only ever going to have one night together, well the night is far
from over."
Brooke looked over his shoulder, out to the dark and empty ocean.
The morning dawn was indeed still hours away.
"I guess they were right," she laughed. "Out of the mouth of babes."
"Who are you calling a baby?" Gregg asked in a voice only
semi-serious.
"Only you, babe," Brooke grinned as she press her lips hard against
his. "only you."
With that, they both rolled over onto the center of the bed to enjoy the
hours until the morn. Before giving in to the lust she felt rising within her
once more, Brooke couldn't help but think that Gregg had taken larger strides
on his road to manhood in the few minutes of that phone call, than he had in
the two hours he had shared her bed.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2000
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