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Subject: {ASSM} JOA: Ch. 30 - The Finale 2/2 (MF/MMF/MFF/FFF/cons/celeb/oral/anal/voy/exh/mast/slut/rom)
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Continued from first post....





	The head disappeared inside of her now, with more of the long shaft
working itself in as I slowly but forcefully guided it inside of her.
As inch by inch went inside, Rachel's chest heavings seemed to grow in
strength, her breasts rocking slowly up and down on the upper part of
her body. I had about half the dildo inside of her now, but given that
I hadn't reached anything that indicated a point where she could take
no more, I continued on.

	The latter half of this massive, foot long toy seemed to enter her
even easier, guided by my hand as her body accommodated the deeper
pushings inside. As I reached the ten inch mark, I finally bottomed it
out inside of her, the hard rubber pressing against Rachel's inner
most region: her cervix. Stopping for a moment, I moved my hand up to
her breast and caressed it with the back of my hand, feeling her
nipple hardening even more at my touch.

	Our eyes locked as I began to withdraw the toy slowly from her. I
pulled it out for a few inches but then began to push it back into
her, eliciting a guttural moan from Rachel's mouth. Now that I had
reached her maximum point of entry, I was more free to get started on
what it was clear that she wanted: a good fucking with the 12 inch
beast I held in my hand.

	I pulled half of the toy from Rachel's cunt, watching as her inner
lips seemed to grasp onto it, not wanting to let go. But the release
of it was only momentary, as I quickly pushed the dildo back into
Rachel, causing her to gasp at the sudden move. I grinned but
continued on, working up a good pace over a few minutes time of
rubbing the toy's shaft against her clit, before thrusting it back
inside of her. The sight was quite an experience to watch: in the dim
light of the room, the dark blue cock looked almost black (an engaging
idea there for sure - Rachel Weisz fucked by a big black cock) as it
entered in and out of her, a stranger invading her inner most secrets.

	Rachel had given up in trying to watch me, and now lay back on the
bed lost in her own pleasure world as I fucked her with the toy, my
hand and wrist getting soaked in her luscious honey. Her hips rising
up off the bed to meet the thrusts of the rubber dong, Rachel's legs
slid up and down on the bed, rumpling the sheets even further as I
worked with precision on getting her off.

	It didn't take much longer - I had thought to myself that Rachel was
a woman with complete control of her orgasm - before I felt Rachel's
body start to quiver against the dildo inside of her, the friction and
tightness as I moved my hand along the shaft and into her with a
slight twisting motion causing her pussy lips to clamp down almost
bear-trap tight around what I was doing. Rachel began to cry out,
softly at first but quickly increasing to almost a yell as her orgasm
approached.

	"Yes! Yes! Yes! YESSSS!!! DO IT!!! COME ON DEAN, MAKE ME CUM!!!
ARRGGGHHHH, HERE IT COMMMMMEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!" Rachel screamed as
her body practically convulsed as she reached her climax. She was
bouncing on the bed now, up and down as I tried to keep the toy in her
and going as fast as she wanted while she rode out the wave of her
orgasm. Her hands had gripped tightly onto the sheets of the bed,
pulling them to and fro, her knuckles white from the sheer force of
her trembling orgasm.

	Rachel's panting and moaning slowly began to subside, her bouncing
finally coming to a halt as she relaxed on the bed, her breasts
heaving as they moved on her chest, the nipples coated in a light
sheen of sweat from her thrashing on the bed. Her eyes still squinted
close, Rachel finally lifted her head up at me and said three words
with a delicious, irresistible smile.

	"Do it again,"

	I smiled in response, pulling the toy from her (it had slipped from
my hand and protruded obscenely from her cunt) and setting it on the
bed. If she wanted a good orgasm, I thought to myself, I knew no
better method than my own tongue. As I moved between her legs, Rachel
looked a little hesitant; this wasn't in the rules of our little game.
But something in the lustful shimmering of her eyes told me that rules
were made to be broken and that she didn't care what I used - she just
wanted to cum again.

	I positioned my mouth over her now sopping wet opening and began
licking away any excess juice that my tongue could find. Rachel moved
her legs up around my neck and held me by the shoulders so that I
couldn't get away without making her cum again. My tongue traced over
her outer lips and into her deep hole, which had been left gaping open
slightly by the toy itself. This gave me easy access into her, the tip
of my tongue burrowing further and further into her sex. Rachel's
pussy tasted like the sweetest candy: the just right mixture of salty
sweat and the intoxicating aroma of womanly pleasure that I had grown
to truly love over the years. I lapped hungrily at her pussy, my cock
now painfully hard in my pants but staying INSIDE my pants in
accordance with the rules.

	The hotness of being denied access to her pussy with the one that I
truly wanted to put into it made my body race with excitement and it
was obvious that this was showing in my actions on Rachel. Having
cleaned her out of her own juices, more flooded from her inner walls
onto my lips and mouth, Rachel's hips starting that familiar twisting
and bumping motion that I had evoked during her last orgasm.

	I took her clit in my mouth, sucking on it hard as my tongue raced
around inside of her, tickling her "g-spot" and little love button as
I ate her out. Rachel had begun to moan again, although she was
thankfully much quieter this time, more of the sounds coming from her
being soft coos and groans than anything. I worked a finger inside of
her next to my tongue, using it to probe where my tongue just wouldn't
reach and to bring her juices flooding back down from her channel into
my mouth where I drank like a dehydrated man.

	Lifting Rachel's legs from my shoulders, I reached over and grabbed
the toy from where it lay in it's own puddle of juices on the bed.
Lowering it between her legs, I stood up and positioned it in front of
my khaki pants, pushing it back into her. My tongue had reached it's
limit in so far as what it could do to get her off - it was time to
fuck her as much as I could without actually penetrating her with my
near ready to burst cock.

	Pushing it into her deeply like I would my own shaft, the rubber
prick was thrust in and out like a real cock would be, both of my
hands gripping it's base firmly as it became almost like a second
cock, one with much more flexibility. I leaned over Rachel and gazed
into her eyes as I fucked her with the toy. Though no words were
spoken, Rachel's gaze let me know that she wanted to have sex but was
pained that she had to rely on a mere toy to do it. Still though, if
that's what she wanted then I would be damned before I would not
fulfill her wishes!

	I was working up quite a sweat now too, my mouth sticky with Rachel's
juices as I kneeled on the bed and guided the prick in and out of her
hands like I would my own cock, gripping and thrusting and bottoming
out deep inside of her. Rachel began to thrash on the bed once more,
the eroticness of our situation bringing forth another fast
approaching orgasm.

	This one arrived much quicker than the first, but seemed to lack no
less amount of force as I fucked her as hard as I could, my hands a
blur as the blue cock buried itself inside of her, finally thrusting
hard into her one last time, managing to squeeze another inch or so in
that I hadn't been able to before. Rachel cried out and came again,
her legs clamping tightly around my hands as her back arched from the
bed. Her breasts were thrust into my face and I licked the tip of one
for a brief second before Rachel collapsed onto the bed, her second
and probably most intense orgasm subsiding.

	I pulled the cock from her slowly and pressed it between her tits,
rubbing the juices off onto her naked flesh. Rachel smiled weakly and
took it from my hand before putting the massive head in her mouth and
licking it off clean. She sucked it as much as she could before
letting it slip from her hand and rest once more on the bed.

	I stood up and straightened myself out as Rachel composed herself,
sitting up and pulling the sheets to her body.

	"See, sex isn't always what you imagine, is it?" Rachel asked, her
soft brown hair a strewn mess in front of her forehead.

	"You're right. Sometimes the eroticness of a situation is better than
actually acting on it," I replied.

	"I do hope you stay in Los Angeles Dean. We need to do this again
sometime...although maybe next time with the real thing," Rachel said,
climbing off from the bed and starting to get dressed. I took that as
my cue to exit.
	
	"Sounds like an offer I can't refuse," I said to her. "I'm heading
back out to the party. Don't forget your toy...the next girl who comes
in here with me might get the wrong impression,"

	"I won't. Enjoy your party Dean, but I must be going. Early morning
flight and all that. Don't be a stranger," Rachel said, kissing me on
the cheek as she watched me step out of the room, the last sight a
wonderful image of her wrapped partially in the bed sheets of my bed,
wearing just a skirt and a pair of shoes before she resumed getting
dressed.

	I pulled the door closed quietly behind me and glanced down the hall:
thankfully, no one had seemed to hear us. I could tell from the noises
downstairs though that the party was still going in full swing, heads
moving around and chatting as I looked over the balcony of the second
floor to see the world's most beautiful people below.


	I was going to head back down and join the party when I heard a noise
from far down the hall. It sounded like a loud thump, as if someone
had hit the floor or, at the very least, was re-arranging furniture.
My curiosity got the better of me and I walked down that way to
investigate.

	The door of the far bedroom was open a crack and I peeked in to see
what the noise was. Opening the door wider, I saw quite a sight.
Courtney Cox and her husband David Arquette were hunched over the side
of the bed, fucking doggy style as David's ass rose and fell, his cock
plunging into Courtney's ass. They were both completely naked and
would have been completely oblivious of my presence had the door not
slipped from my hand and opened wider with a squeak.

	They both froze as they looked at me, Courtney's beautiful breasts
hanging away from her slender body. I spotted some teeth marks on them
and only guessed that they liked their sex rough.

	"Woah, sorry, I'll knock next time," I said, turning to leave. I
heard them rustling behind me as I turned away and walked out of the
room, but as I went to walk away I felt a hand on my shoulder. I
turned back around to see Courtney standing there in the doorway, her
dark hair framing her face. Her cheeks were red and her body glistened
with sweat. It was clear from the moisture down by her neatly trimmed
cunt that David had already plundered that hole tonight, probably
while I was in the room with Rachel, and Courtney's lips protruded
slightly from her body. She made no move to cover herself and I could
feel the heat radiating off of her chest against me as I stood there,
slightly embarrassed by this awkward situation.

	"Sorry Dean, we'll get dressed and go. I know we shouldn't have been
doing this in your house. I'm sorry," Courtney said apologetically to
me. Her eyes were a deep blue shade, soft in the light of the hallway.

	"Hey, it's ok. Everyone gets the urge sometimes, I know. Why, just a
minute ago I was...never mind. Any ways, it's not a big deal," I said
to her, absent mindedly putting my hand on her shoulder like a father
would to his daughter. Courtney glanced down at my hand and then
lifted her head up in a sexy smile that I knew made millions of men
not miss "Must See TV".

	"You sure you don't mind?" she asked once again.

	"Courtney, it's fine. Go finish up, I don't mind," I said, realizing
the awkwardness of my hand being on her shoulder and removing it
suddenly, thrusting it into my pocket.

	"Well, if you don't mind then alright. Would you care to join us?"
she asked, slipping her naked arm around my back and shoulder. Now it
was my turn to watch what she was doing with a slight surprise.

	"I really shouldn't, what with the party and all..." I said, trailing
off. The excuse was weak and she knew it.

	"Come on. I've always wanted to get you in the sack anyways,"
Courtney said, pulling me inside before closing the door tightly (and
locking it I might add) behind us.

	David Arquette didn't look the slightest bit surprised to see me
standing there while his wife worked on removing my clothes. In fact,
he seemed eerily comfortable with it, sipping from a beer as he laid
nude on the bed.

	"Hey Dean, what's up?" he said, setting his beer back on the bedside
table. The absurdity of the situation would have made me laugh, if I
wasn't momentarily distracted as Courtney slipped off my pants and
boxers onto the floor, stroking my cock as she moved her hand up my
chest to remove my shirt.

	A moment later I was as naked as they were and Courtney led me over
to the bed. She sat me down before dropping her knees to the floor,
her body once again pressed against the bed as I had seen her when I
first walked in, her ass an inviting temptation for David. Taking my
cock in her hand, she started to work it up and down before turning to
David and saying "As you were," with a smile.

	David moved back behind her and, his cock still hard, slipped back
into her ass. Courtney winced in pain slightly as David buried himself
into her, but she took her mind off of it by suddenly pressing her
lips onto my cock and engulfing it all down in one gasp. I reclined on
the bed as Courtney went to work, this being my third blowjob of the
day. But after the scene with Rachel not even 30 minutes ago, I knew
that the orgasm from this one would be coming (no pun intended) very
quickly.

	Resuming his same angling from before, David's hips thrust up and
down as he pumped into Courtney's lithe body, her body rocking with
each entrance into her tight anus. Courtney didn't seemed concerned
with that though, she was much more occupied with sucking on my prick,
which was still painfully hard from my encounter with Rachel.
Courtney's head bobbed up and down as she rolled her tongue over the
top of the shaft and down in a straight line along the length of my
cock. I was surprised to see someone like her so adapt at giving
blowjobs, but considering that she had spent many of her non-famous
years in the depths of b-movies, she probably had to give head to many
an executive to move up in the world.

	As Courtney licked and sucked on my hard rod, David leaned against
her back and whispered something in her ear. Even with a mouthful of
cock, whatever he had said made Courtney smile and nod her head yes,
her eyes looking up at me and my firm, toned stomach. She let the head
slip from her mouth, her body rocking still from David's now much
harder fucking of her ass.

	"Have you ever done DP before?" Courtney asked.

	I looked at her puzzled for a second. "DP?" And then it hit me what
she was talking about. "Double Penetration?"

	"Uh-huh. David suggested that since I seem to like the taste of your
cock so much, I'd love to have it inside me while he's fucking me
too," Courtney said. I couldn't believe the words that were coming out
of this primetime sitcom stars mouth, but the sheer mental image alone
of seeing Courtney Cox impaled on two pricks almost made me cum right
there.

	"Nope, but I'd be more than willing to give it a shot," I said.

	Courtney pushed back from the bed and stood up, David's cock falling
out of her ass with a loud *plop* sound as she moved onto the bed,
crawling onto her hands and knees next to me.

	"Ok, we haven't done this very often but if we can get it right, I
think we will all enjoy it," David said. "Dean, scoot underneath her
and wait till she lowers herself down onto your dick. Once you're
inside, I'll enter her from behind,"

	I nodded and followed his instructions, moving beneath Courtney's
breasts as she watched me. Her hair hung in a long bang covering her
eyes and the makeup she had worn to the party was slightly smeared
from the sweat of her and David's lovemaking. She looked like a pure
and unabashed slut as I moved under her and aimed my cock at her
waiting hole.

	Courtney expertly lowered just her hips towards it and watched from
between her breasts as I slid into her with ease, her pussy wet and
tight and oh so warm. I buried myself in her without any hesitation
this time, and Courtney's pubic bone finally came to rest on top of my
groin as the matted hair between her legs nestled softly against my
balls and embedded cock. Her ass was still slightly elevated and David
very carefully moved to a sort of squatting position, working his head
into her freshly stretched asshole.

	Courtney bit down on her lip as David entered her again, obviously
still not very comfortable with anal sex. It made me wonder why she
would want to get herself into a position where both of her lower
holes would be stretched, but then again I wasn't complaining that she
did. Adjusting her ass to David's girth, his cock soon was as deep as
possible inside of her, and I could feel the bottom of his balls
resting against my own.

	Courtney re-positioned herself now that she had two cocks buried in
her and began a slow, circular motion as she grinded her hips on top
of me. I had to do little in terms of thrusting inside of her, as her
toned ass seemed to be doing most of the work. David began to work
himself in and out of her tight anal opening, pulling only an inch or
so in and out of Courtney while she rested herself on top of me. I
tried to keep pace with them now, lifting my hips from the bed so that
I could stick my prick deeper in Courtney's hole. Her pussy had
stretched easily to meet the long and thick length of my meat, and she
was an expert at holding a cock deep in her love channel, keeping both
of our dicks inside of her as I began to pick up a good thrust in and
out of her hot cunt.

	Tilting her head back in a moan, Courtney rocked on us as we went to
work fucking her. It was a little difficulty staying inside of her as
she started to do this, as her body began to squirm and writhe around
a bit as she was impaled on the cocks, David now like a blur as he
moved in and out of her ass. I simply held on tight, burying myself as
deep into her as possible, whenever possible. Courtney's breasts
swayed in front of me, her magnificent nipples beautiful as they
rocked on her thin body. Bending her head down now, Courtney was
breathing hard as she closed her eyes tightly, her hair falling across
her face seductively.

	"Oh God, I'm cumming!" Courtney panted, her body tensing up before
releasing a tremor of orgasmic tension from between her legs, giving
my cock better lubrication as it worked inside of her. Despite having
just cum, and the fact that she had two dicks in her at once
(something I would think would tire any girl out), Courtney continued
to bump and grind against us as she had done just a few minutes
before, not missing one beat. David was becoming more careful with his
thrusts now, pulling himself almost all the way out, just leaving the
very tip of his cockhead inside of her, before plunging it back into
her gaping ass. When he would enter her, it would be with a great
amount of force and would push Courtney's pussy tight against my
prick, so that the head brushed against her cervix. Her deepest inner
wall was soft and inviting as I pressed up against it, sending a wave
of pleasure all the way down my shaft.

	I'd like to say that I lasted a long time with this added sensation
being applied, but given that I had been extremely turned on from my
encounter with Rachel Weisz and that David's rocking was applying more
of that wonderful sensation on me through the channeled heat of
Courtney's pussy, I wasn't too surprised as I felt my load start to
arrive.

	"Courtney," I gasped. "I'm gonna cum. Should I pull out?"

	"No, just fill me up Dean. Fuck me hard and give me all that you've
got. I'm going to cum too, ohhhh cum with me Dean, come on. Ohhhhh,
here I go!!! YESSSS!!" Courtney cried. I felt my cum gush from my cock
and into Courtney's wet and waiting pussy, milking it down as I fucked
her as hard as I could. Her own orgasm occurred half-way through mine
about, so the rush of my own cum mingling in with her own juices as I
shot was indescribable. My orgasm subsided after a few seconds and
Courtney finally slowed down her pace, though David was hell bent on
getting himself off inside of her ass.

	I laid there, my cock still semi-hard as Courtney reclined on my
chest, her body moving just enough so that my still buried dick would
get a bit of stimulation from her cum soaked pussy. Courtney, having
cum twice, was now focused on getting David off as well. She reached
her hand down to play with her clit, rubbing it softly against her
palm, the tips of her fingers brushing my balls as David sawed himself
in and out.

	"Oh yeah David baby, that's it. Cum in my ass. Do it for me Davey,
come on, I want to feel it," Courtney cooed, egging him on as he
grunted loudly once and erupted his own flood of cum deep into
Courtney's asshole. He bucked hard into her as he thrust, pulling his
cock out of her finally as he was spent. I was surprised to see that
he was more than amply equipped, a decent 7 and a half inches
probably. It made me wonder how Courtney was able to take such large
pricks inside of her at once.

	My cock had grown a little limp now so I let it slide out as Courtney
rolled off of my chest and onto David, who had laid down on the bed
next to her. We all laid there, Courtney's arms across each of our
chests, a look of bliss on her eyes as she laid there with them
closed.

	"You're lucky Dean," David said finally. "Courtney never lets anyone
but me cum inside of her,"

	"That's not true Dean. David just doesn't KNOW about all the guys I
fuck when he's not around," Courtney said playful. David pinched her
thigh in a joking manner, causing Courtney to yelp in pain for a
moment before rolling over and kissing him.

	"I'll take that as my cue to go," I said to them as I climbed off the
bed.

	"Oh come on, you don't want to go another round?" Courtney asked. She
had scooted up onto her elbows, her soft face in the palms of her
hands as her hair hung in that "just fucked" look that I always found
incredibly appealing. David played with her ass, wiping away some of
my cum from her pussy and smearing it on her ass.

	"I'd love to, but this IS my party and I've been gone for quite a
while now," I said to them as I got dressed and put on my shoes.
"Ya'll are more than welcome to spend the night if you want, or stay
as long as you wish. Just lock the door in case you don't want people
like me stumbling in again," I said, leaving.

	"But that would take out all the fun!" Courtney called as I shut the
door behind me.


	I walked downstairs, straightening my shirt lest someone give me a
suspicious look. The party was still going on - I saw a group of
comedians standing around and sharing jokes with one another, I saw a
handful of action stars playing poker on my kitchen table and I saw
some of the newer, b-movie actresses raiding my fridge for food.
Everyone smiled or nodded or waved in the polite way that people from
Los Angeles have of saying hello, and I continued to make my rounds
through the house.

	Passing the backdoor, it dawned on me that I hadn't been outside to
the pool or hot tub to see if anyone was there that I missed saying
hello to when I arrived. Opening the door, I stepped outside and
turned on the porch light, the crickets and frogs chirping and making
noise off in the woods by the side of the house. Glancing over the
deck, I saw that the pool was empty, which was surprising given that
at almost every Hollywood party I had been to, whenever there was a
pool SOMEONE was always in it. I was just about to go inside when I
heard laughter coming from the far side of the pool, where the Jacuzzi
was located. Walking down the deck stairs, I followed the noise and as
I drew closer to the Jacuzzi I could distinctly make out two female
figures splashing and talking in the whirling jets of the Jacuzzi.

	"Hello ladies," I said to them as I stood by the small step leading
into the oversized wooden paneling that served as a bar sort of area
for the Jacuzzi itself.

	It was Drew Barrymore and French actress Virginie Ledoyen who were
making the noise, splashing in the water. They stopped as they saw me
approach. Virginie whispered something in Drew's ear and they giggled
as I walked up to them. The steam from the hot tub was rising around
them like a fine mist, and even in the rapidly moving bubbles, I could
see that neither girl appeared to be wearing much of anything
underneath the jets of water.

	"Hi Dean," Drew said, putting her arm around Virginie. "I just LOVE
your house, I can't believe you never invited me over before,"

	"I would have but you know how busy I am sometimes," I said. "But now
you are here and obviously enjoying the amenities,"

	"Most definitely. Now Dean, Virginie and I were having a pretty
serious debate before you walked up. But since you are here and can
offer a different perspective, maybe you can offer us an opinion,"
Drew said.

	"I can try. Anything for two lovely ladies such as yourselves," I
replied with a smile.

	"Ok. Go ahead and ask him Virginie," Drew said, turning to her.
Virginie's face blushed tremendously and she splashed Drew a little,
obviously embarrassed. As her hand moved, I caught a glimpse of her
breast and the very tiny pink nipples that protruded from the middle
of her large A or small B sized breasts.

	"I can't ask him that! I'm too embarrassed!" Virginie said, each word
accented by her lovely French voice. She knew English enough to hold a
conversation, without a doubt, but the slight trace of her accent was
incredibly sexy, especially coming from such a beautiful woman as her.

	"Sure you can. Come on, it's not THAT big of a deal," Drew replied,
splashing Virginie back. "I mean, judging from the amount of skin you
show in your movies I hardly think you are a person who should be
shy,"

	"This is true, but...I don't know, just ask him yourself!" Virginie
blurted. Drew did a mock exasperated sigh, which turned into a slight
smile as her cheeks dimpled in that innocent-but-sexy grin of hers.

	"Virginie wants to know which one a guy would prefer: shaved or not
shaved," Drew said, languidly playing in the suds with her hand.

	I wasn't expecting a question like that, so I simply replied. "It's
hard to say. I guess it depends on the guy and more importantly on the
girl,"

	They both seemed to ponder this for a moment.

	"Would you like to see a, how do you say...example?" Virginie asked,
her face still blushing but her voice growing more decisive as she
spoke.

	I could feel my cock stirring slightly in my pants. "Sure, if you
would like to provide me with one," I said.

	The two girls glanced at each other again for a moment, probably
trying to decide what to do next. Then, very slowly, Virginie began to
raise her hips out of the water. As the water fell off of them and
cascaded down her legs, I saw that she was completely hairless on her
mound, shaved to neat perfection without the slightest hint of stubble
or roughness on her bald twat. The water running over it gave it a
look of a smooth landscape, especially in addition to the smooth
curves of the rest of her body.

	Virginie held her hips raised like that for a moment as she watched
me. I stepped in closer to take a better look and as I did, Drew
raised up her own hips. She was of the non-shaved kind, although her
bush was still very neat and trimmed. It gave the area between her
legs a sort of exotic look, especially with the butterfly tattoo below
her navel and the bouquet of flowers just above her pussy on her left
hip. The water matted down the hair between her legs but I could still
clearly see the opening to her hole, which looked just as inviting as
Virginie's.

	I spent a few moments looking at each girl, rubbing a finger over
their outer lips lightly as I "inspected" them. The two of them
laughed with one another and shot each other silly looks as I did
this, obviously having a good time with the whole thing, although I
could tell from the gentle hardening of their nipples in the night air
that both of them were getting aroused, especially Drew, whose C-cup
breasts hung magnificently on her chest.

	"You could hurry up you know Dean," Drew said wryly as I moved my
hand away from her. "This isn't the most comfortable position,"

	"Alright, fine. You ladies can sit back down now if you want," I
said. They both splashed back into the tub on command. "Well, I have
to say it's a tie. I can't tell which is better because quite frankly,
both of them are incredibly sexy and any guy I'm sure would love to be
between those lovely legs of yours,"

	Virginie splashed me playfully. "So then, would you like to, be
between my legs?" Virginie asked, her phrases a little broken between
words given that her English still wasn't the strongest.

	"Hey, no fair! If she gets to fuck you, I should to!" Drew said as
she looked up at me, licking her lips a bit.

	"Ladies, please. There is plenty of me and plenty of time for
everyone to get a fair judging, ok?" I said, starting to remove my
clothes. I slipped out of them and took off my shoes, glancing around
to make sure no one was watching me as I stepped naked into the hot
tub. My cock was slightly hard already and had grown almost to it's
full length before sitting in the hot, steamy water of the Jacuzzi.

	Virginie scooted over to me and leaned her head against my shoulder.
Her hand moved underwater as I felt her take my cock in her hand and
stroke it, making sure to get me nice and hard. She turned to face me
and planted a kiss on my mouth. I accepted it and within a moment was
kissing this hot French actress deeply, our tongues wrestling in our
mouths. Drew meanwhile had scooted over to Virginie and was busy
rubbing the other girls clit under water while she played with her
medium sized, slightly pink nipples.
	
	I broke the kiss with Virginie and pulled her onto my lap. Turning
around so that her ass was facing me, she spread her legs slightly
and, given the warm water around us, I had no trouble penetrating into
her opening. As my cock passed into her slit, I felt her inner walls
open up as Virginie leaned back against me, her ass firmly nestled
against my crotch. Her cheeks were soft and smooth underneath the
water, but her pussy was even better. Tight and firm, it felt like she
hadn't had sex in a long time, her walls opening up ever so slowly,
fighting and gripping my cock with every motion I made inside of her
making it all the more pleasurable.

	Drew watched as I entered Virginie, rubbing her own breasts with her
fingers, teasing them as she laid in the Jacuzzi and watched. Always
the wild girl though, Drew gave up on getting herself off and crawled
over to Virginie on her hands and knees, turning around so that her
firm, tight ass was well within Virginie's reach. It was obvious what
Drew wanted, but Virginie still seemed hesitant. She slowly lowered
her hand between Drew's legs and cupped her cunt, rubbing her hand
back and forth over the mound as she rode me in a cowgirl style
position, my cock sliding in and out of her.

	I watched this great scene unfurl before me, as Virginie, who was
encouraged by Drew's moaning voice and swaying hips, grew braver and
began to slip a finger inside of Drew's hole as she continued to move
her hand over the blonde's pussy. The tip of her finger was invisible
to me, but Drew clearly felt it as she bucked her hips downward
slightly, trying to get more of Virginie's hand into her hot cunt. I
gripped Virginie's hips tightly and bent her forward at the waist, so
that she could be closer to Drew's opening. She didn't need much more
incentive than that as she lowered her face to Drew's ass cheeks and
nuzzled her nose by Drew's tiny, pert asshole, licking her tongue over
it.

	Drew shuddered in the water as Virginie's nimble tongue slowly moved
from Drew's ass to her hand, which was now fucking Drew with just as
much enthusiasm as I was fucking Virginie! Her pink pussy lips open
and just begging to be sucked, Virginie tenderly placed her mouth on
Drew's opening, sliding her tongue over the slick, water coated juices
that dripped out. I don't know if Virginie had ever had a lesbian
experience before, but she was quite obviously a natural. Her tongue
buried itself deeper inside of Drew's hot cunt, Drew turning back to
watch, closing her eyes every now and then in a look of sheer bliss.

	This hot scene, two very different actresses making love, only
encouraged me to bounce Virginie harder on my thighs, her pussy rising
and falling as her outer lips gripped onto my cock and slid up and
down, the friction and heat of the tub making it feel like a wonderful
waterfall sliding over my manhood every time Virginie came down on me
with a splash. I felt the bulge of my shaft brush against Virginie's
clit, and I think that the naughtiness of eating out Drew and my own
steady pace of fucking her triggered an intense orgasm inside
Virginie, causing her to cry out something in French loudly.

	She lifted her head from between Drew's legs, though continuing to
work on her cunt with her hand, and sighed for a moment, enjoying the
pleasant afterglow of a great cum. Her hair was dripping at the tips
and her body was awash in the small bubbles of the streaming jets,
creating an awe inspiring site as this young actress, surely to be an
up and coming star in the US, panted out the last waves of pleasure in
her tight, firm body.

	Opening her eyes, Virginie leaned her head back and kissed me again,
renewed and ready to continue pleasing Drew. But this time, rather
than sticking her face back between Drew's pink folds, she did
something totally unexpected. Reaching her arm underwater, she emerged
it a moment later, holding one of the moveable jets of the Jacuzzi.
Water gushed out of it in a long and steady stream as Virginie sprayed
her arm to feel the temperature before slowly sliding it along Drew's
back.

	Drew arched on her knees as the warm water and bubbles slid off of
her pale skin and dripped below into the Jacuzzi, little rivulets
running down her tits and arms as Drew gave herself away to her newly
initiated lover. Virginie looped circles and zig zags down Drew's back
and even sprayed her ass a little, letting the hot water turn Drew's
already flushed skin a darker shade of red. But both she and I knew
where she was leading it: to the aroused and excited cunt between
Drew's legs. Virginie took her time as she did this, letting more
water run down between Drew's ass crack, before finally moving it with
a sudden jerk down so that the water sprayed directly onto Drew's open
and aroused cunt.

	The effect was electric. Drew hadn't been expecting this from
Virginie and literally SCREAMED in ecstasy as the water sprayed into
her deepest channel. It was an instant orgasm for Drew, her legs
buckling as she dropped down into the water some more, though Virginie
followed Drew's body motion expertly, grinning as she let the stream
of water tease and pleasure Drew's clit. Drew looked exhausted, but as
Virginie continued to work the moveable jet closer to Drew's cunt,
thereby increasing the pressure that was being forced onto it, Drew
resumed her position on her hands and knees, her pussy lips quivering
from the water.

	Virginie reached her hand down by the stream and tugged at Drew's
clit, making sure to expose it so that she and I could both clearly
see it. Raising her arm back with the jet stream, she eased up on the
water pressure and let just a softer spray brush over Drew's love
button. Drew writhed and moaned, barely able to keep her balance on
the slippery floor of the jacuzzi, but not wanting to move at all for
fear of losing some of that wonderful attention Virginie was putting
on getting Drew off again.

	I meanwhile had found it hard to stay inside of Virginie's hot pussy,
let alone keep from cumming, but had managed to find a way by gritting
my teeth together hard. After her own orgasm, Virginie continued to
rock her small body on my lap, stretching and teasing my cock. Her
inner walls were smooth and soft and her pussy was not as deep as I
had expected, only allowing about 2/3 of my prick to bury itself
inside of her, her cervix being battered every time she lifted herself
on and off of me. The warm water of the hot tub had kept my balls
loose and my stamina strong, but watching Virginie play with Drew's
clit with the jet was too much. I reached my hands up and grasped onto
Virginie's small breasts, pulling her back against me hard and
eliciting a gasping moan from her as I shoved as much of my prick
inside of her as possible and shot what felt like a torrent of cum
inside of her. My juice coated along the insides of her walls, but
Virginie had planted herself as deeply as possible on me and the
suction from her cunt had managed to keep most of it from falling out
of her pussy.

	Virginie tilted her head back in the air, her eyes closed, her face
looking absolutely flawless as I held her there, my orgasm subsiding
finally. I was panting from the heat of the tub (not to mention the
fire between Virginie's legs) as I finally lifted her from my cock,
the head red from the heat of the Jacuzzi. Virginie slid off of me but
didn't miss a beat in working on Drew's cunt, as her hand moved lower
towards Drew's exposed clit, the water now coming at a much higher
strength than before. When she was about 5 inches from Drew's gaping
cunt, Drew orgasmed once again, this time managing to keep her balance
but just barely as she swayed almost drunkenly on her hands.

	I stroked my cock, keeping it still hard as I watched Drew finally
turn over on her back, her chest heaving as the orgasm subsided. Her
eyes were closed but a wry grin had started to form on her face as she
massaged where the water had been. Drew finally sat up and moved
towards me, now ready for her turn in my "test" of which pussy was
better. Scissoring her legs around me, Drew reclined in the tub and
allowed my now rock hard prick to push against her well worn opening,
sliding in just as easily as I had when I entered Virginie.

	This time it was my turn to do the thrusting and, keeping Drew's legs
wrapped around my waist, I got up on my knees and lifted part of her
body out of the tub, her arms gripping onto the sides as she hung
almost suspended in the air, just her shoulders resting on the step of
the tub. I started to work myself in and out of her smoothly, finding
her pussy to be much more flexible and stretchable, not to mention
easier to penetrate completely, than Virginie's. Even as I thrust all
the way inside of her, I still didn't feel my cock bottoming out
against her inner walls, a testament I suppose to her wild days of sex
with many different men when she was Hollywood's "bad girl".

	Virginie, having already endured two orgasms and induced three just
by her own accord, was still not done though: she wanted her pussy
licked. She stepped out of the tub and sat down right above Drew's
face, spreading her legs wide to give Drew a good angle at eating out
Virginie. Drew, the more experienced lover when it came to matters
such as these, found herself in a wonderful position. She scooted down
a little further so that her head rested now on the step, her mouth
open and her tongue extending while Virginie lowered herself onto
Drew's face, all the while having my cock plunging in and out of her
pussy.

	Drew began to suckle at Virginie's cunt, her tongue probing deep
within the young French girls twat. Drew's lips exposed the pink folds
of Virginie's cunt, her clit red and raw as Drew licked it feverishly.
I could see fluids leaking out from between Virginie's legs and I
wondered if some of what Drew might be tasting was my own cum, mixed
in with the pussy juices that Virginie was clearly secreting.

	I kept my eyes focused on this hot scene as I bent down and took
Drew's left nipple in my mouth, enjoying the taste of her breast
between my lips, the salty sweat of her body combined with the slight
chlorine taste of the Jacuzzi. Continuing to fuck Drew, my prick
glided in and out of her hips, rocking her body as Drew gripped
tightly onto the edges of the Jacuzzi, resisting against gravity
itself to try and keep her own pleasure from subsiding.

	Virginie pushed herself lower onto Drew's face, covering the pretty
blonde's mouth with her thighs now completely as Drew continued to
lick at her and I kept pace in fucking Drew. Virginie's body, which
had dripped off most of the excess water of the Jacuzzi shuddered for
a moment as she came on Drew's face, making Drew's sucking and licking
more audible now that the juices were coating her mouth and lips.
Virginie sighed audibly as she finished her orgasm, leaning back a
little bit as her tits arched outward from the final spasms of her
pussy. Unlike many women I had been with, an orgasm seemed to be the
most natural thing for Virginie, almost an all the time occurrence and
I was a little surprised that she didn't make more feverent gestures
about the whole thing as she came. And yet though, watching her calmly
ride out the intense wave of bliss that washed from her lower body up
was incredibly erotic in and of itself.

	Virginie's own relaxed approach (so to speak) at cumming didn't seem
to bother Drew in the slightest, even though the French beauty had
goose bumps all over her skin as she eased herself off of Drew
slightly, giving her room to breathe more. This all just seemed to
encourage Drew even more, her hips now thrusting harder and harder
against me as I gripped firmly onto her ass and pulled her to me,
jostling her body around as my arms grew slightly tired from holding
her.

	Luckily though, I didn't have to hold her long. As Virginie removed
herself from Drew, she climbed back into the tub and began to rub and
fondle Drew's breasts, sucking on her right nipple as the two girls
held eye contact with one another, Virginie smiling up at Drew
seductively as she licked her breast. Drew's hips rocked up and down
as another orgasm gripped her, biting down hard on her lip in a
whimper as she came on my cock. My own thrusts were much more
deliberate now and with the added rippling of Drew's pussy, I thrust
harder into her and shot my load deep inside of her womb, spraying
inside of her hot cunt.

	I held Drew up for a few more moments as my dick softened inside of
her, before gently setting her down on the floor of the Jacuzzi.
Virginie crawled up to her and they nuzzled with one another, each
touching the other's body as we all rested in the hot tub (which by
now was missing about half it's water). As we all relaxed for a few
minutes, Virginie finally spoke.

	"So, Dean, did you decide on the ah, better pussy?" she said. Drew
laughed wildly at the phrasing of Virginie's question, causing her to
blush slightly.

	"I call it even. Comparing you two ladies would just be down right
unfair. You both were incredible," I said as I started to climb out of
the tub.

	"Where are you going?" Drew asked.

	"Well, in case you didn't know, there are a lot of people in my house
and I need to go watch over them. Do the sociable host sort of thing.
You two girls have a good night - oh and Drew, make sure you clean
Virginie up a bit before you leave, if you know what I mean," I said
with a wink. Drew turned to Virginie, taking her face in her hands and
kissed her softly as I got dressed.

	"No problem there. Come on girl, let me teach you a few tricks for
later on..." Drew said as I walked away into the house, shaking my
head. My clothes were sticky from the Jacuzzi as I made my way inside,
passing a few stragglers who had probably come out to see what all the
screaming was about. Heading inside, I walked upstairs again, finding
it to be completely quiet from all the bedrooms down the hall. It was
starting to push 11:00 and I could tell that for a lot of people, the
party was winding down. I didn't care though, I just felt like I
needed a shower.


	Walking into my bedroom, I stripped off my clothes and turned on the
water, waiting on it to warm up. After it did, I stepped into the warm
heat of the stall and let the water wash over me. Standing underneath
the water, I started to think about all that had happened today. How I
had started the morning with Damon and went on to have sex with six
different beautiful women and watched four others get off by their own
accord (well, Rachel DID have a little help from me). I couldn't help
but smile over this thought, but inside I still felt a little
troubled. As much as I had tried to shake the question, I felt like
today was a day of decisions, of making up my mind and trying to
figure out where I was going to go from here. Everyone who wanted me
to stay in the business seemed genuine and sincere, but I couldn't
help but wonder what position they would be in if I hadn't made them
all fabulously wealthy and tended to their every need. I tried to
focus on the question but my mind kept running from it, distracting
myself with other things. As I reached for the soap, I resolved myself
to coming to a decision before the night was over.

	I must have been completely distracted in my thoughts however,
because I didn't hear the door to the bathroom open or see the female
form outside of it undressing and standing outside the stall. It was
only when I heard the stall itself be pulled open did I come out of my
mental state and see the woman standing in front of me.

	It was Kristin Davis, one of (and arguably the most beautiful) stars
of the hit HBO show "Sex and the City". She must have been in her own
world too as she opened the stall, completely naked, and stuck her
hand in to turn on the water. She glanced up at me and our eyes met,
before she screamed and stepped back in surprise.

	"Agh! Shit, sorry! I didn't know anyone was in there! I'm so sorry,
I'll leave and come back when you are done," Kristin said, closing the
stall. I caught it from her hand and stuck my head out.

	"Kristin, it's me, stop freaking out," I said to her. She looked
surprised for a moment, putting a name to the face. When she noticed
it was me, she smiled.

	"Oh Dean, Jesus you scared me half to death. I thought you were
someone else," Kristin said.

	"Nope, it's just me. Who were you expecting?" I asked.

	"I don't know. I don't know what I was thinking actually. I have a
lot on my mind with the new season of the show about to start and all
and well, the three drinks I had about an hour ago didn't do much to
keep my mind sharp," she said. She glanced down at herself and
realized that she was naked, suddenly moving her hands to cover her
full, jutting breasts with her arm and moving her other hand down
between her legs. Her face blushed red.
	
	"It's alright. I do live here you know. Why are you taking a shower
anyways?" I asked.

	"I thought it might wake me up a little, clear my head. I really
didn't mean to barge in on you, I'll let you finish your shower and
then if it's ok I'll take one of my own," Kristin said softly, turning
to the door. I couldn't help but notice her firm ass as she turned,
the flawless beauty of her backside.

	I paused for a moment. "You don't have to go if you don't want to," I
said. Kristin stopped.

	"What do you mean?" she asked.

	"Well, the shower is big enough for two people, so you can join me if
you want. Besides, it saves water," I said with a smile.

	Kristin stepped towards me, her nose wrinkling in a cute way. "Are
you sure? I mean, you don't mind if I see you naked?"

	"No more than if you mind that I see you. And I think that cat is
already out of the bag," I said, opening the door wider for her.
Kristin blushed at my comment, but removed her arms, giving me a full
view of her naked body. In the steam of the shower, she looked like a
beautiful nymph standing there, taking a step towards the shower, the
gracefulness of her body a magnificent sight to behold.

	"Well, ok. I guess it's no big deal. We are both adults after all,"
she said with a nervous smile, stepping past me and into the cascading
water. I shut the stall behind her, leaving us both standing in the
shower, the water starting to sheen off of her body.

	We stood in silence for a moment as Kristin got her whole body wet,
the water soaking her long brown hair as it fell over her shoulders.
She seemed at ease for the most part at standing there, but from the
slight movement of her feet as she shifted her weight I knew that she
was still a little hesitant.

	"I can't believe I'm doing this, taking a shower with Hollywood stud
Dean Simonds," she giggled. "I guess this is what I get for drinking a
lot in a short amount of time,"

	"Hollywood stud huh? Well, coming from someone as beautiful as you,
that's a compliment I suppose," I said, reaching for the soap and
starting to lather myself up. As I soaped up my body, I held the soap
out to Kristin. To my surprise though, she turned away from me and
showed her back.

	"Here, wash my back for me if you don't mind," she said. I told her I
didn't and then lathered up my hands with the bar of soap and began to
rub it into her skin. Working my hands over the small of her back, I
moved upwards towards her shoulders and neck, coating it in the
bubbles of the soap. Kristin moved under the water and let it wash
away, my hands now moving lower on her. I hesitated for a moment,
trying to decide if she wanted me to take it to the next step. With a
little bit of pause, I placed my hands on her ass and began to rub the
soap in. Kristin didn't move or flinch or turn away and as I cleaned
her tight ass cheeks, the flesh soft and warm in my palms, she seemed
to loosen up even more.

	"Having a hit show is so stressful," she said, her back still turned
to me. "I mean, with Sarah Parker getting pregnant and all, it delayed
things quite a bit on the set. And now the anticipation is so high for
the next season to start. And even though we aren't really a new show,
I still feel nervous before the start of every season. I guess I'm
afraid the fans will just abandon us all of a sudden and I'll be out
of a job,"

	"I wouldn't worry about that," I said to her, moving my hands from
her ass up to her waist and around to her tummy, rubbing the bar
sensuously across her skin. "Someone like you has real talent and you
will be able to find work for a long time to come,"

	"I hope so," she said with a sigh. "I just wish I could get an award
nomination sometime or something. Any kind of recognition to make
myself feel better, to distinguish myself from the other actresses on
the show,"

	"Again, I wouldn't fret over that. Your character is an important
part of the show. And just because you don't get the snappy dialog
doesn't make your character any less important. After all, there has
to be at least ONE normal woman on the show, don't you think?" I said
to her, my hands now moving on their own up to her chest right below
her breasts.

	"Thanks Dean," she said, turning to me, my hands still stuck right
beneath the natural hang of her tits. "You know how to make a girl
feel good,"

	Now it was my turn to blush slightly. "You don't know how often I've
heard that," I mumbled. Kristin grinned at me and took the soap from
my hands.

	"Here, let me wash you," Kristin said. She turned me around and
worked on my back, moving quickly up and down, getting my body
lathered up in a speedy fashion. Her pace slowed however as she moved
her hands to my ass and waist, dawdling there for a moment before
suddenly moving her small hands to my groin and rubbing the soap over
my cock. I felt myself start to harden as she squeezed and fondled
them with her slippery fingers, her body now moving closer to me. I
could feel her hot breath on my neck.

	"Maybe you have heard that from a lot of women," she whispered. "But
I still think you deserve a lot of credit for all the work you do. I
don't think you get paid enough for all that you give to clients,"

	"Oh, I take a sizable percentage, you know that," I said as I felt
her fingers encircle my cock and start to slide up and down it, just
slow enough to tease between deliberate attention and a casual "wash".

	"That's not what I meant. I think you sometimes deserve a little bit
more," she said, now jerking harder on my prick so that it was at full
hardness. "More attention to your own...needs,"

	I turned to face Kristin now, and found that beneath that cute
girl-next-door smile of hers was a look of lust, just below the
surface. It was surprising to see that really, as I had never thought
of Kristin in a sexual way in terms of being a client. But with the
water falling on her like that and the grin that she was giving me,
her cute face masking the desire beneath, my viewpoint started to
change quickly.

	Kristin released my cock and handed the soap back to me. "Here, you
forgot to do my chest," she said with a wild grin.

	I placed my hands on her breasts, now squeezing them harder as I
rubbed the soap into them, feeling her nipples harden beneath my
touch. Her c-cup breasts bounced naturally underneath my busy fingers
and Kristin gasped a little as I played with her tits, squeezing them
in an innocent manner so that I could keep the tease going with her. I
released her breasts after a moment as we stood there under the water,
Kristin waiting on me to make the next move.

	I pulled her closer to me, setting the soap aside as her body pressed
against my own. Kristin leaned her head into my chest, and I watched
the water run over her back as I massaged her shoulders. Kristin
looked up at me, her beautiful brown eyes gazing into my own, her
mouth moving to my neck where she planted soft kisses on the inside of
my throat, making my body tingle from the sensation. My cock was hard
between us, a fact that I was amazed about considering all the fucking
and adventures it had gone through today. I let it slip away from her
belly down to between her legs and guided it into her cunt, the tip
passing through her lips. Even though I wasn't at my hardest, I could
still get my prick up inside of her enough to make it pleasurable for
the both of us.

	Kristin raised her leg, setting it on the edge of the small seat in
the shower (something installed by my father in his later years) as
she pushed herself closer to me, my dick plunging like an arrow into
her hot hole.

	Neither of us really moved that much, we just enjoyed the sensations
of each other's bodies: my own coming from the tight grasp of her cunt
and Kristin just happy to feel the fullness inside of her. She placed
her hands on my shoulders and rocked back and forth on the floor of
the shower with her leg, bending her knee slightly as she moved my
dick in and out of her body. We didn't say anything, Kristin's head
now resting against my chest once more, the silence of our lovemaking
enough to make the situation very erotic, like something you would see
in a higher quality soft-core porn film.

	I looked down to see her gaping twat stretch and squeeze around my
prick as she pushed herself horizontally against me, my dick now
finally at it's hardest yet, passing into her opening smoothly, the
water of the shower pouring over our genitals to provide ample
lubrication. Kristin's breasts were pressed firmly against me as I
moved my hand down to finger her nipples, rubbing the tip of her left
breast between her thumb and forefinger, pinching it slightly.

	Kristin moaned in a slight orgasm from this, neither of us rushing
things as we took our time just holding each other like that in a
passionate coupling of flesh. The head of my cock battered into her
continually, pressing in against her deepest inner walls, touching the
back of her pussy lightly as I brushed over her clit and much deeper
into her cervix.

	Lowering herself off of me, Kristin dropped to her knees in the
shower stall, reaching her hand up to turn off the water. We stood in
the dripping noise of the shower, my dick jutting out obscenely from
my body as Kristin took it in her hand, letting the head slide between
her lips. She moved her hand to the base of my shaft and with a bit of
squeezing and twisting (very gently mind you) of the foreskin, she
began to jerk me off, slow at first but much faster as the final drips
of the faucet fell off and onto the tile of the shower floor.

	Kristin took my dick into her mouth, her hand still working the shaft
as she sucked on it like a lollipop, the tips of her teeth grazing the
edge of the skin to give me goose bumps. I leaned back against the
shower wall and let Kristin go to work on me, her long brown hair
parted almost perfectly around her oval face, the wet strands touching
against her cheeks as she sucked harder on me, her cheeks billowing
inward to create an incredible vacuum.

	The stress and exhaustion of the day caught up to me finally, and I
felt a smaller than usual but still very intense orgasm approaching. I
reached my hand down and took my cock from Kristin's mouth. She
frowned in a pouting way, but leaned back on her thighs as I jerked my
cock, waiting for the first shot of cum to arrive.

	It shot forth a moment later as I aimed my dick towards Kristin's
breasts. She cupped them together and held them out for me, the first
two shots landing squarely on her left nipple and the third and final
stream landing between her breasts, to dribble down through the
cleavage of her flushed skin. Kristin rubbed the cum into her breasts,
licking off any excess with her fingers as she finally stood up from
the shower and gave me a passionate hug, her hands moving to my ass to
give it a gentle squeeze.

	"That was just what I needed. Thanks, as always, for helping me out
Dean," Kristin said, opening the shower stall and letting the last
remnants of steam escape from within. She grabbed a white towel and
wrapped it around her body as she headed for the bathroom door.

	"My clothes are out there. I'll see you later Dean, call me ok? We
can do lunch," she said before disappearing into the bedroom. I
stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, reapplied some
deodorant and cologne and brushed my hair in the mirror of the
bathroom. The shower had felt good: even though I was pretty wiped out
from all that had happened that day, the encounter with Kristin had
given me a second wind and the heat of the shower just seemed to add
to that. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I opened the bedroom door
quietly, glancing out.

	There was no one out there, so I walked out and chose a new outfit to
wear - khaki pants and a loose Hawaiian style shirt that I had usually
only worn for parties or around the house, something that needed to
look casual. Dressing, I walked out of the bedroom and downstairs,
heading for the kitchen to get something to eat.

	The house was mostly quiet now, only a handful of voices trickling
out of various parts of the house, as I saw a couple of extras whom I
represented walking out the front door. I waved to them, but they
didn't see me as they pulled the front door shut behind them. Walking
into the kitchen, I found Damon sitting at the counter/bar area of the
massive room, eating a sandwich and drinking one of those energy
drinks.

	He nodded at me as I walked to the fridge and got out some left over
pizza from a few nights before and grabbed an energy drink of my own,
walking over to sit next to Damon at the bar. I sat down with a sigh
as he stopped eating to watch me munch on the cold pizza.

	"How'd you like the party?" Damon asked, sipping his drink.

	"It has been great. I can't believe that you managed to throw this
together on such short notice," I said to him.

	"Well, I've been planning it for a while, I saw how down you had been
lately with all that shit with your brother and I thought you could
use something like this to cheer yourself up," Damon replied.

	"Thanks, I do appreciate it. Boy, the media would have had a field
day with all the guests you managed to snag. You'd think we were
handing out awards tonight or something," I said.

	"Speaking of which, Halle Berry was here. She said she was sorry she
didn't see you but she had an early morning flight and couldn't stay
too long. But did you know that she carries that damn Oscar with her
all the time?" he said.

	I laughed. "No, I didn't. But it wouldn't surprise me, especially the
way she put the death grip on it on Oscar night when she won it,"

	"Well, she did let it go for a little while she was here. In fact, I
put it to some uh, good uses when we had some time alone. Let's just
say Oscar knows Ms. Berry inside and out now," Damon said with a
chuckle.

	I laughed again. "I'm not even going to ask about that one," I said,
chugging my drink. I didn't realize how thirsty I had gotten, but the
cold liquid felt good going down.

	We sat in silence for a moment before Damon spoke again, finishing
his sandwich.

	"So have you thought more about the thing you mentioned this morning.
You know, leaving and all?" Damon asked quietly.

	"It's haunted me all day, but to answer your question, no. I haven't
decided yet. This party put things in perspective for me, it made me
feel very appreciated and happy to be around people that seem to
genuinely enjoy me being out here as a person, not just in the typical
Hollywood way, you know?" I said to him. Damon nodded.

	"It probably doesn't hurt that you've slept with almost every woman
who passed through the front door," Damon said, stifling a grin.

	"I have not!" I said in a mock defensive tone. "Well, maybe not ALL
of them but, well, ok probably half,"

	We both laughed again as Damon finished his drink, standing up away
from the bar. He stretched his massive arms over his head.

	"I should probably head home," Damon said with a yawn. "Got a lot of
stuff to do tomorrow,"

	"You can crash here if you don't think you can drive," I said. "I
know the boss and I think he'll be ok if you come in a little late,"

	"That's alright, I stayed fairly sober for most of the night. But I
could use a good night's sleep in my own bed. I'll talk to you later
Dean," Damon said, walking towards the front door. I followed him as
he stood in the doorway.

	"You know, even if I do leave Hollywood and do...well, something
else, I'd probably leave the business to you to run things," I said to
him. Damon smiled, a genuine "aw-shucks" sort of smile.

	"Really? That's an incredible compliment Dean, especially since we
haven't even known each other for a year," Damon said.

	"You're smart and gifted when it comes to networking with celebs and
diffusing bad situations, and you always keep me on my toes. I think
that you and the staff we have now could manage things just fine
without me," I said to him.

	"We could, but it sure would be quiet around there without you,"
Damon said. I didn't say anything for a moment, just letting the
thoughts pass by into the warm night air.

	"Go get some sleep man, and thanks again for the party," I said,
patting him on the shoulder. Damon smiled and turned away, walking off
through the yard to his car. He was almost out of sight when I saw a
pair of headlights pull into the drive way, a big car coming to a halt
behind one of my sports cars that I had left outside earlier in the
week. A car door opened and closed and I saw a small female figure
walk towards the entrance of the house.


	As they drew closer, the porch lights reflected off of her blond hair
and I could tell from the way that she carried herself it could only
be one person: Sarah Michelle Gellar. Closing the door behind me, I
walked out to greet her.

	"Is the party over? Did I miss it?" Sarah said as she approached me.
She was wearing a pink one piece dress that hung to her curves
delicately, the fabric reaching down just to her calves.

	"Yes, for the most part. But hey, I'm the guest of honor and I'm
still here," I said, leaning back against the front door.

	"Damn. If I hadn't had to return those video tapes for Freddie then I
would have been here on time. I'm sorry I missed the big surprise
Dean," Sarah said.

	"It's alright, I've had quite a night anyways," I replied.

	"That's good. Were you surprised?" she asked.

	"Most definitely. I about had a heart attack right there on my
hallway floor," I said with a laugh. Sarah glanced down at the
pavement of the porch.

	"Listen, there was another reason I came by tonight..." she said.

	"Oh?"

	"Yeah. I just wanted to...well...how about we take a walk? Is your
neighborhood safe to walk in?" Sarah asked, raising her head towards
me.

	"It's a gated neighborhood, if that's what you mean. 24 hour
security, and a police station only three miles away. If that's what
you mean by safe," I said.

	"That will work. Here, show me around the neighborhood a bit will
you?" Sarah asked. She moved closer to me and I could smell her
perfume - lightly applied, it wafted like a fine wisp off of her bare
shoulders of the sleeveless dress.

	"It would be my pleasure," I said, taking her arm as we walked down
the driveway. I left the front door unlocked, figuring any guests who
were still inside needed a way to get in and out if they wanted to
leave.
	
	We strolled down the driveway and hung a left, heading down a slight
hill towards the curve of the road, the only light around us coming
from a streetlight way above and the night sky, which was flawless and
unbroken as the stars twinkled above us, managing to escape from the
light pollution of the city.

	Chatting, we talked about nothing in particular really, walking the
winding roads of the neighborhood for a few miles. Since we were both
in shape, neither of us were really winded or tired by the walk, but I
noticed as we passed under the occasional streetlight that Sarah had a
slight, very slight sheen of sweat on her face and neck. I could tell
from the way the conversation was going that Sarah was avoiding
whatever it was she wanted to tell me. I decided to get it out of her
subtly, by leading her by the hand through an empty lot of land, a
small field, located at the end of one of the cul-de-sac's of the
street.

	We walked through the tall grass, the moisture brushing against our
legs before I spotted a set of small rocks sticking out from the Earth
over to the left of the field. I led Sarah there and we both sat down,
enjoying the view of the city beneath us.

	"Sarah, I know you are adapt at talking bullshit and making small
talk since you ARE an actress and all, but it doesn't take a genius to
figure out that you are avoiding whatever it is you wanted to tell me.
You know as well as I that we can talk about your movie roles any
time, so if you have something you want to tell me then just do it," I
said softly.

	Sarah scooted against me, her head on my shoulder.

	"I talked to Kirsten Dunst the other day, we ran into each other at a
movie premiere. The conversation was very private, just she and I, but
she told me about what happened between you and your brother Jacob,"
Sarah said.

	"Half-brother," I replied, correcting her.

	"Whatever. Don't be mad at her for telling me, it just came up during
the conversation when we were talking about you. And I realized after
talking to her that if you hadn't come over to my house that night,
perhaps a lot of what happened WOULDN'T have happened. And, well I've
felt guilty about it since then. That's why I came by tonight, to
apologize," Sarah said with a sigh.

	"You don't have to apologize. It is in no way your fault about what
happened, Jacob was an ego-maniac who would have found some other way
to come after me, and things might have been much worse. I might not
be here talking to you if I hadn't gone to your house that night," I
said, pausing. "That's what's so funny about life, and what has led me
to think about my future here in Hollywood. Your life can change in an
instant, and even if you get through the tough tests, you will
undoubtedly come back as a different person, perhaps even a worse
person,"

	"That's true, but I still feel guilty. I put my feelings and desires
over the safety of you, and famous or not, that is just a bad thing to
do to someone," Sarah said. "I hope you can forgive me,"

	I kissed Sarah's head, smelling her shampoo and perfume. "I forgive
you, although I still contend you don't need to be forgiven,"

	We sat in silence for a moment, neither of us speaking. Sarah lifted
her head from my shoulder and looked at me.

	"Wouldn't you miss all this? I mean, I know that you can have anyone
you want, any of the most beautiful women are yours through that
irresistible charm that you have. Hell, even I fell victim to it,
although I'm certainly not complaining. But things would be so much
different without you around to call on or talk to or just get
together with, even if it is never anything serious," Sarah said. "Are
you really going to leave?"

	"Right now, I think so. I don't know where I'm going or what I'm
going to do but for a while at least, I need to get away and leave
this all behind me. Move on with my life and not let running Shooting
Stars become who I am as a person," I replied. I was thinking as I
spoke, not even considering what my words were saying - they just
seemed to come from my heart, a place I would have trusted from the
start of the day if my time as an agent hadn't altered my perception
of the world.

	"If you do leave, I mean, anytime soon," Sarah said. "Can I at least
have you one more time? Feel you hold me and enter me just once again
and make me feel complete and calm?"

	"Of course. You are special to me Sarah, I don't know why. Maybe it's
your independence and spirit and your own charms, but I'd love to be
with you once more before I leave Hollywood," I said.

	"Good," Sarah whispered. She scooted away from me for a moment and
began sliding her dress off of her shoulders.

	"Oh, you wanted to do this right now?" I said with a laugh.

	"No time like the present," Sarah said with a grin. The material of
the dress slid off of her smooth shoulders now, as she pulled the
dress down her body and off, setting it against the surface of the
rock we sat on. I could see her nipples hardening in the air, the tips
pressing over the top of her bra as the moonlight shone on her
flawless body. I turned to her and pulled her closer to me, kissing
her deeply. Our tongues danced beneath the stars, Sarah's breath
quickening as the passion between us grew stronger.

	I put my hand on her hip and slid her panties down her thighs by the
corners, Sarah kicking them off into the nearby grass. She reached
behind her back and undid her bra, letting it fall from her body in a
smooth and graceful motion. She set it on top of her panties and stood
up in front of me, reaching her hands down to my chest. She ran her
palms over my pecs, her small hands caressing my body as her busy
fingers found the buttons of the shirt and began to unbutton it
slowly, revealing after a moment by bare chest beneath.

	I undid my belt and slid my khakis off, standing there now in just my
shoes as I stood over Sarah, pulling her closer to me. My boxers were
the only garment of clothing between us, and I could feel the heat
radiating from between her legs as her trimmed cunt pressed against
me, the wetness already apparent on top of her mound.

	Removing my boxers, my cock sprung free - the shower and the energy
drink had revitalized me, giving me a second wind that with most men
would probably be unnatural. Still though, I felt my hard dick aching
as it popped out of my boxers and slapped against Sarah's stomach. I
reached under her legs and lifted her up, carrying her a few feet to a
soft spot of grass nearby before laying her down on the ground.

	I crawled on top of her, my knees wet with the setting dew and kissed
her once more, this time with more force as my hands roamed down to
her perfect, natural breasts and squeezed them, my fingers rubbing
over her nipples as the tips slid between the spacing of my index and
middle finger. Moving my other hand down between her legs, I plunged a
finger into Sarah to increase her wetness and excite her clit,
allowing me better access to the depths of her hot cunt.

	Working my hand in and out of her, I continued to rub her breast and
kiss her throat and neck softly, Sarah's head leaning back against the
ground as she let my lips and tongue taste the soft flesh beneath her
chin. As my fingers moved inside of her, I could feel her pussy
already start to contract a little, grasping at my digits and trying
to hold them in longer inside of her twat. I continued my kisses for a
few minutes, feeling the heat coming off of Sarah's perfectly formed
body rising sharply seemingly with every thrust into her gaping cunt.

	Sarah was more than wet enough by now as I removed my hand, licking
my fingers clean of her succulent juices. I moved on top of her, my
arms placed against the wet ground by her shoulders as I lined my dick
up in awaitance of entering her.

	"Go slow," Sarah whispered. "I want to make this last,"

	I nodded to her and moved my hand down, guiding the tip of my cock
into her outer lips. They parted gently around my head, letting me
sink into her pussy slowly but completely, inch by agonizing inch
becoming enveloped by her oh-so-hot cunt. I gained some leverage from
my knees, which allowed me to have a better angle in which to bury the
remaining inches of my dick inside of her slowly. I continued to press
into her until I felt myself bottom out deep inside of her tight, wet
pussy, my balls resting softly in the crook of her ass as I held my
penetration of her in a perfectly still manner.
	
	Looking down at Sarah, her hand had gone to her breasts and she was
tweaking and rubbing her nipples, her face cast to the side on the
ground, her mouth open in an "O" shape, no sound escaping from between
her thin lips. I slowly began to pull my hips back, removing a few
inches or so of my cock from between her folds, the visible part of my
shaft shining in the light with her juices. I pushed my rod back into
her slowly, Sarah's body rocking gently against the penetration of her
body, her ass moving slightly on the ground as I thrust, this time
removing my dick more from her before pushing it back in once more.

	I started to fuck Sarah harder now, her legs splayed out around me
and a low moan coming from her lips. I was still determined to take my
time as I moved myself in and out of her tight little body, but the
luscious feel of her tight pussy (not fucked regularly, thanks to her
fake marriage with Freddie Prinze Jr.) was urging me on, begging to be
cooled down by the friction of our love making. I grinded my hips into
Sarah's own, leaning over her and watching her writhe beneath me, her
blonde hair spreading out on the ground around her face, giving her a
sort of angelic look.

	Being inside of her was an incredible feeling, one that I had not
experienced with anyone but Sarah in the time I had been out here in
Los Angeles. Her pussy was both warm and wet, but also tight and loose
at the same time. I can't quite describe it, it was just a feeling of
natural bliss, of being inside one of God's most beautiful creations
and partaking in the carnal delights of that body. Sarah's clit
throbbed beneath my moving prick, rubbing against the underside of my
shaft, the hard nub only increasing my sensations inside of her (and
it certainly didn't feel bad for Sarah!)

	Sarah removed her hand from her breast and opened her eyes, looking
deeply into mine. In the pale moonlight, she looked like a nymph or
some other sort of mythical creature, one given over to it's own
hedonistic urges and desires. She leaned up against me, causing my
body to move backwards slightly as her arms wrapped around my back.
Holding herself up, she began to thrust her hips upward towards my
own, urging and challenging my prick to go as deep as possible inside
of her.

	The change in position seemed to spark a fire of lust in Sarah, for
her desire to keep things slow was evaporating with every passing
second, her body crying out for more ferverant attention and demanding
to be pleasured. She placed her legs against mine, her thighs wet with
the splashing juices that seeped from her cunt.

	Neither one of us spoke - we didn't have to; this was simply about
lust, about attraction and about filling a physical and emotional
need, of building a connection. That sort of desire was a different
kind than what I had felt in a long time, and it served to make the
entire situation all the more erotic and exciting for me physically, a
slight string of goose bumps running down my spine.

	Sarah trembled beneath me, her cunt spewing forth her own orgasm and
juices, her inner walls quaking around my cock as I rubbed it against
the inside of her pussy, the soft velvety flesh like a vice of heat
and wetness. She was panting hard now, her orgasm coursing through her
body as she came down off of the high of it, her hips continuing to
rise up and meet me as I pressed deeper and harder into her, thrusting
like a jackhammer inside of her cunt.

	Her breasts bouncing on her chest, Sarah's erect nipples stood out
like beautiful eraser tips, the blood coursing through them making
them hard and erect as they brushed against my arms and chest in our
lovemaking. Sarah's ass was grinding itself into the dirt, her small
cheeks rubbing against the grass. Not like she or I cared - dirty,
outdoors sex felt primal and animalistic, and given the way that we
were going at it, that's exactly the situation that we were in.
Groaning again, I felt Sarah's body heat rise, especially inside of
her sex, and she shivered slightly again, a smaller orgasm hitting her
body once more, making her groan in a low and unintelligible voice.

	I felt a renewed vigor inside of me, my blood energized and my prick
revitalized to continue to hammer against her. Just eating something
only an hour earlier had done wonders, giving me the strength to
finally let Sarah's hands slip from my body and her back to rest once
more on the grass, my hips now thrusting as hard as I could inside of
her.

	Her pussy was burning hot now, like being inside of the most intense
fire of your life, the walls contracting and gripping and squeezing me
firmly, not wanting to let go but just begging and urging me to shoot
my load inside of her. I continued my pace inside of her, grinding her
body into the dew of the grass, sweat and dirt covering both of our
bodies as we kept up with one another for a few minutes, Sarah's hips
rising off the ground still to meet me, before bouncing back to the
Earth like a spring, popping up only a second later for another
thrust.

	The sex we were having was pretty ordinary, but it was by far the
most amazing sex I have ever had in a position like that. Missionary
or not, pushing all the way inside of her till I hit her deepest inner
channel wall was a feeling of immaculate pleasure and happiness, my
body on autopilot as the sweat poured off of my body and onto Sarah's
naked and twisting flesh beneath me.

	The heat of her pussy was quickly becoming too much for even my
re-charged prick though, as I felt my countless orgasm of the day
approaching. I grabbed Sarah by the hips and held her slightly in air
for a moment, my dick burrowed as deep as possible inside of her, the
head touching her cervix as I felt the first stream of cum shoot out
like a rocket from the head of my dick.

	I held Sarah like that as I continued to spurt load after steaming
load inside of her, undoubtedly coating the tight walls of her pussy
with my seed. As I felt the final gush release itself from my body and
into hers, I slowly began to remove my dick from her cunt, the head
popping out still hard as I smeared the excess cum and Sarah's juices
on the small patch of pubic hair slightly above her cunt. I released
Sarah's hips from my hands and gently set her legs back on the ground,
her chest heaving and gasping for air as our bodies began to cool off
and calm themselves down, my prick still twitching slightly as I held
it in my hand, watching the slow drip of cum seep from between Sarah's
still spread legs.

	Helping Sarah put her dress back on (we left her underwear there for
one of the neighborhood boys to find...if they only knew who it
belonged to!), I redressed and we walked back to the house slowly,
Sarah's small hand in my own and her body pressing tightly against me,
that same indescribable heat now slowing to a cool in the night air
around us.

	Back at the house, I saw that it seemed like everyone had gone but
that all the lights were still on. In contrast to the rest of the
neighborhood, which had probably long since went to sleep, my home
shone brightly from every window on the upstairs and downstairs, signs
(to me anyways) that the house had life, that it wasn't just another
oversized and self-serving mansion. I guided Sarah back up the front
steps, intending to take her inside for another shower and perhaps
another round of love making late into the night.

	Opening the door, I was startled to see Natalie Portman sitting at
the couch in the living room, looking down at the floor as she held
her purse in her hands. Sarah closed the door behind us and Natalie
looked up, seeing me standing there with Sarah's hand still in my own.
Even though we had broken up, I instinctively let Sarah's fingers fall
away from my hand as she waited a step or so behind me.

	Natalie got up off the couch and walked towards us. "Hi Dean. Hi
Sarah," she said quietly, looking right through Sarah despite having
acknowledged her. It was tough to read the look in Natalie's eyes: it
wasn't really anger or jealousy, but something more, something I
couldn't quite put words to.

	The silence was awkward as we waited there, Sarah fidgeting with her
hands and looking down at the floor. Natalie walked over to her.

	"You have a stick in your hair," she said, removing a small twig from
Sarah's blonde locks. Sarah blushed.

	"Thanks," she said quietly, Natalie stepping back to where she was
just a moment before.

	"Dean...can I talk to you?" Natalie said. "Alone?"

	I was caught in the middle now - I didn't owe Natalie anything, and
given that I had dumped her because of her betrayal of me by following
Jacob's offer, I didn't have to even let her stand there in my house.
Sarah was there and I was sure that for that night at least, I could
be happy with her only.

	But there was just something about Natalie standing there, her
beautiful face and small frame, caught still between womanhood and the
child actress that had literally grown up on screen, that made me push
those thoughts of anger and resentment away. She wore just a simple
outfit, jeans and a white blouse that frilled at the end of the
arm-length sleeves, her curly brown hair pulled behind her head in a
ponytail. I knew that in my heart, I at least owed her some of my time
to hear her out.

	"Sure, I guess. Sarah, do you want to wait in the kitchen or go take
a shower or..." I said, but Sarah interrupted me.

	"No no, it's fine. I was planning on leaving pretty soon anyways. You
two need to work some stuff out I bet, and me just being here would
make it all the more awkward," Sarah said.

	"Are you sure? I'm sure Natalie wouldn't mind if you stayed," I
asked, trying to convince her to stay simply because I didn't know
where things would lead with Natalie.

	"Like I said, it's fine. I've got a pretty hefty drive in front of me
and I should probably get on the road," Sarah said. She kissed me on
the cheek. "Call me if you leave town after all, or call me if you
don't. Hell, just call me soon, ok?"

	"Ok," I said to her, Sarah turning around and heading out the door
slowly, closing the front door softly behind her. The house was empty
now as Natalie and I looked at each other, neither knowing really what
to say. It was strange being in such a large house that a few hours
earlier had been so festive, only now it was like a brightly lit tomb,
the tension between Natalie and I making things even more intense.

	
	"Here, let's go sit down Natalie," I said in a calm voice, ushering
her back into the living room. She took a seat on the sofa and I, not
wanting to imply anything, sat opposite of her.

	"So, what's going on? Sorry to hear that Episode II isn't going to
beat out Spiderman for the summer box office haul," I said, making
chit chat.

	"Yeah, but I'm not too worried about that. I've gotten paid my part,
so I'm happy," Natalie replied. "Let's talk about what happened
between you, me and Jacob,"

	Here we go, I thought to myself. "What's there to talk about? You
left me for him, in particular for the money and the false illusions
he offered you of even better representation," I said coldly.

	"You never let me explain myself Dean, you just hung up on me. Which,
I might add, was very childish of you," Natalie replied, her lips
pursing together.

	"Fair enough. Well, you're here now, so speak your piece," I said.

	"I intend to. First off, this had nothing to do with money. I was in
a bit of a rut when Jacob first came to me. I was gearing up to start
doing the Episode II promo stuff, finishing up with exams at school
and, well missing you a lot," Natalie said. "I was very vulnerable and
Jacob quickly seduced me with the same sort of charms and whiles that
you used with me,"

	"So you slept with him too, is that it?" I asked incredulously.

	"Like you didn't fuck around while you were out here and I was at
school!" Natalie said, raising her voice slightly but catching
herself. "Anyways, when I came out of the sort of fog I was in, I
realized I had made a terrible mistake. But by that time, all that
stuff between you and Jacob came to a head and I probably picked the
worst possible night to call you and apologize,"

	"That you did. But that was over a month ago. Tell me, why didn't you
call me since then?" I asked.

	Natalie fidgeted with her hands in her lap. "I...I didn't want to
make you even more upset. I didn't want to risk blowing any chance I
might have had of getting back together in the future. So I waited.
And I was in LA this week for a few press interviews and Damon called
me and told me about the party. I waited to come till later because I
know how you get with a bunch of people around, always busy go go
going," she said, smiling up at me.

	"Anyways," she continued. "What I've realized is that I can't be with
anyone else. Not knowing that you are there for me if I need to call
hurts. It hurts me deep and it pains my soul. I tried hanging out with
some friends, even dating some non-celebrity guys, but it just didn't
seem to fit together. I felt hollow, empty,"

	"How do you think I felt? I gave and I gave and I gave, being there
for you and committing myself to you and even saving your life on that
one night with Julie. And then you turn around and cheat on me by
leaving my business and sleeping with my half-brother? I could tell
you a thing or two about feeling empty, that's for sure," I said to
her bitterly.

	"I know. And I could sit here and apologize to you till I became blue
in the face. But I know you, and I know that you don't put a lot of
faith in apologies. But I know you and I know how your mind works.
More importantly though, I know how your heart works," Natalie said.
"That's why I have a proposition for you,"

	"I'm listening," I said with a sigh.

	"First, come sit over here by me," Natalie said, patting the couch. I
moved to the couch and turned to face her, Natalie taking my hands in
her own, her fingers resting on mine.

	"I love you Dean," Natalie said. "I don't mean for the sex or the
money or even the things we've been through. I mean that I love you as
a person and as a soul mate. I want you to tell me that you don't love
me back. I want you to be able to look me in the eye and tell me that,
because I know that deep down you love me too and you think we should
be together as well. That's what I need to know, I need to know if you
feel the same. If you don't, I will leave and not come back, and we
may never see each other again," Natalie said.

	"I do love you Natalie," I said, my eyes becoming lost in her deep
brown pupils. "But I mean, how do you know for sure that you and I
were meant to be? We have both been through a lot and given my
lifestyle here in Hollywood I don't see how we could avoid running
into those same problems again,"

	"Then leave. Leave Hollywood and come back with me. Come East. We
both have enough money to live the rest of our lives out in comfort,
we could buy a house near my school and live there till I graduated,
then maybe even get married. Just come with me, back to where your
roots are," Natalie said, squeezing my hands tight.

	Here it was. My opportunity out of Hollywood, my destiny now opening
before me like a blossoming flower, a future with Natalie. But did I
want to leave, in spite of what I said and felt? I just didn't know...

	I turned away from Natalie. "I can't. I can't decide to that, at
least not right now Natalie. You can't just drop that on a person at
once and expect them to come back with an answer,"
	
	"Isn't that what this party was about though Dean? Weren't you
planning on leaving anyways?" she asked, turning her head towards me.

	"I don't know. I don't know what this party was for or about, but
yes, the thought had crossed my mind. But don't try to write this
whole thing off as fate with me wanting to leave and you offering a
way out. I just don't buy that sort of thing," I said.


	"Dean," Natalie sighed. "I'm not trying to put any of this in the
hands of fate or any other sort of guiding power. I'm simply telling
you how I feel,"

	"I know how you feel, and I feel the same way. It's just...that's a
big decision," I said.

	Again, neither of us said much of anything. Natalie scooted closer to
me on the couch; I could smell her skin and her hair, bringing back a
flood of memories of our time together. We were both lost in our
thoughts, but Natalie wasn't about to give up the fight yet.

	Reaching out to me, her fingertips rested on my shoulder. She brushed
them over my arm for a moment, nothing inherently sexual about it but
still erotic in a strange sort of way. Natalie placed her other hand
on my chest and put her palm over my heart, feeling it beat against
her warm hand.

	"This is all you need to listen to Dean. Nothing else matters," she
said softly. Her hand moved from my chest to underneath my shirt at
the throat of the fabric. Her fingers moved underneath the material as
I sat rigid, torn inside by what I wanted to do. Her small fingertips
moved down my chest, their tips a little cold but not keeping her hand
from seeming to glow as it pressed against my skin. Leaning in close
to me, Natalie gently kissed me on the lips, a soft kiss with more
emotion than any of the feelings I had had earlier in this wild and
crazy day. The kiss was only momentary, Natalie pulling her head away,
but I tried not to express the feelings it stirred in me, keeping my
defensive posture.

	Natalie removed her hand from my body and, like Sarah only a little
while earlier, began to unbutton my shirt. Natalie's touch was much
more delicate though, in a way I don't think I'll understand. She
glided the buttons away from the fabric with ease and within just a
few moments time had it unbuttoned and off of my broad shoulders, my
bare chest unmoving since she first touched me.

	Natalie reached down and lifted my hand from her lap, putting it
against her breast. She squeezed my fingers tightly, the tips pressing
against her nipples through the blouse that she wore, trying to
simulate I suppose the feeling of me touching her again. I went along
with what she was doing as we sat there together, moving my hand ever
so slightly at her guidance, noticing in the back of my mind that she
was not wearing a bra. She moved my hand down to her leg and began to
run it up and down smoothly over the material of her jeans, the warmth
of her young body escaping from within as I caressed (with her
guidance) the soft flesh of her encased thighs.

	While her hand was guiding my own, Natalie removed her own blouse -
indeed, no bra - and folded it neatly against the top of the couch,
leaving it sitting there. I couldn't help but glance now at her small
but firm breasts, the nipples that same incredible shade of color that
showcased the true beauty of her body. My heart ached now, the
feelings towards her returning. I shook my hand free of hers and
continued to caress her legs by my own will, moving the other hand to
her pants as Natalie leaned back against the couch, her chest rising
and falling slowly.

	She watched me as I touched the material of her jeans, part of me
simply dieing to get at the flesh underneath, but my rational mind
still trying to fight the good fight.

	"Natalie," I said. "If this goes where it's leading then that doesn't
mean that everything we each did will be ignored," I said to her
softly.

	"I know. It doesn't have to be. I'm sorry that I hurt you Dean, and I
hope that you are sorry that you hurt me as well,"

	I didn't respond, only continued to touch her legs, moving every now
and then to the source of the heat of her body, the spot between her
legs, caressing her zipper with one finger as I brushed over it
non-chalantly. When my hand moved back down to her thigh, Natalie
lifted her ass off of the couch and began to unbutton her jeans,
sliding them down slowly over her legs, the skin tight fabric fighting
every inch of the way.

	She slid them over the tennis shoes she wore and leaned back on the
couch, now clad only in the polished white sneakers and a pair of
green and purple panties that she wore between her thin legs. As my
hands made contact with her thighs, I knew that the rational part of
me had lost, that my heart and body were acting on their own desires
now. And what they wanted right now was to feel Natalie Portman's soft
body against my own once again.

	Continuing to rub her thighs, Natalie leaned over and undid my pants,
sliding them down halfway to my knees. Her breasts hung down from her
chest, her nipples erect from the cool air of the house, but by the
feel of her skin I could tell that she was anything but cold. Moving
to remove my boxers, I stopped her.

	"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

	"Yes. I have never been more sure of anything in my life," Natalie
replied, her deep brown eyes holding me in her gaze.

	"Then we don't need to do this down here. It's not proper and not
right for someone like you Natalie," I said. I stood from the couch,
my pants now falling to the floor. Holding Natalie by the hand, I led
her up the stairs slowly, step by step, her small body moving behind
me. Her curly brown hair now hung loosely over her shoulders and her
mouth was pursed with excitement, the lust in her eyes growing
seemingly with every step we took. But it wasn't the lust I was used
to: it was more than that, it was a look of love. Of the body and soul
acting as one towards and end goal.

	I led her into the bedroom, flipping on the light as we moved to the
bed. Thankfully my earlier encounter had left no evidence, and even
though Natalie probably knew what was going on in here earlier in the
day, she certainly didn't need any physical proof. What was done was
done, all that remained now was what was going to happen.

	Sitting on the edge of the bed, Natalie stood in front of me and
slowly slid off her panties. She pushed me backwards gently onto the
bed - this was new for her, taking the sexual lead - and climbed on
top of me, planting another soft kiss on my lips, then moving up to my
forehead, where she parted my hair gently. I reached down and slid my
boxers off, my hard cock popping out of them and landing on my
stomach. Natalie grinned at me and began kissing her way down my body,
moving her tongue over my left nipple, exciting a spark inside of me,
my body tingling at her touch.

	She scooted to the end of the bed and leaned down, my cock just
inches from her face. Her lips moved to it, but rather than engulfing
it right away, she kissed the shaft, the tip of her tongue adding a
drop of saliva to it as she moved her hand down to hold it, stroking
the head with her fingers.

	"I had forgotten how good you taste," Natalie whispered, her eyes
fixated on my cock as she began to jerk it off slowly, moving her
small hand up and down my now throbbing shaft. Natalie's cunt gleamed
in the light of the bedroom, the shadows of the night time and street
lights outside filtering in through the window to give her body an
angelic glow, her flawless skin and nude body a testament to the
beneficial genes she had inherited. I remembered for a moment watching
her on screen when she was so young, the child star beauty having
changed now into a truly beautiful creature, a young and mature woman
who was just growing into accepting herself as something amazing.

	Natalie lowered her head to my prick now, her hot mouth allowing the
throbbing organ to slide between her lips and into the depths of her
mouth and throat, most of the rod disappearing into her cute little
mouth, her cheeks dimpling as she closed her lips around the base.
Natalie sucked on me gently, her cheeks billowing outward as she
wrapped her tongue up and down my dick, taking her time to savor the
feeling.

	She lifted her head away again and moved back on top of me, still
holding my cock in her hand. She straddled my legs and I could feel
her warm sex growing closer to my dick as she leaned over me, her
breasts just barely touching my chest as she held herself up by a few
inches off of my body. The erotic sensations of watching her move, the
grace, was almost maddening now, and I was trembling a bit as she
began to ease the head of my dick into her pussy.

	As the tip of my prick passed through her outer lips, all my thoughts
and worries faded away. I was living just for this moment, for this
time with Natalie once more. The head passed deeper into her channel,
more of my shaft following as Natalie continued to guide my body into
her own, the wetness and sheer heat of her cunt almost unimaginable. I
wondered how long she had planned this, and if I had been too quick to
dismiss her and her feelings for me. But I quickly lost track of that
as Natalie pushed back hard on top of me, her small twat opening up
inside like a delicate flower to take more and more of my dick inside.

	The times we had been together had allowed her to experience and come
to enjoy sex on much more than a physical level. She knew what turned
me on and what to do to keep me from shooting my load too early. Her
pussy had also learned a few tricks of it's own, being able to, after
a few sessions with Natalie, stretch to meet my girth. Natalie was
becoming quite skilled in letting my shaft enter her to the fullest,
the head battering away deeper inside of her tight, young pussy. I
pushed my hips up for the last little bit, and watched between
Natalie's legs and my own as the shaft disappeared totally inside of
her, only my balls visible now, hanging tightly in their sac at the
base of her hot entrance.

	With my dick fully inside of her, Natalie lifted herself away from me
and settled down on my hips, grinding her young body around me as I
was held totally inside of her, her inner walls just wide enough to
accept my member but not so loose that the vice like grip that I had
loved about being inside of her had faded. Natalie pressed her hands
down onto my chest and began to work my cock in and out of her body,
rising off of me gently so that my shaft pressed hard against her
erect clit.

	Natalie's brown hair swayed around her as she flexed her body in a
belly-dancer style move, her firm tummy moving hypnotically while on
top of me. Her dark brown patch of pubic hair just above her entrance
swayed like a field of grass from her movements, as I reached my hands
out to her hips and held onto her, guiding her movements on top of me.

	"Fuck! I'm going to cum!" Natalie grunted, her body continuing to
buck and writhe atop of my legs. Her pussy walls contracted tightly
around my shaft, holding onto it as I felt her sweet juices spill
forth from her body in orgasm, her thighs quivering from the rush of
pleasure. My own hips were now rising off the bed as I penetrated her
deeply, the shaft sinking into her as deep as possible with every
thrust, my well worked cock head pushing against the base of her
cervix, buried to the hilt in her sweet snatch.

	Natalie moaned softly as I continued to fuck her, riding the wave of
bliss that settled over her young body after her orgasm. She had
needed to cum it seemed from the moment that I entered her, and having
achieved her goal she was more than ready to keep going atop my shaft,
her body now bouncing harder on top of me as I traced a finger to her
tight ass and pressed the tip gently into the entrance of her asshole.
Her pert hole tightened and gripped my finger instinctively but
relaxed some as I continued to work my finger inside of her, keeping
my thrusts in her ass in time with the rocking of my dick into her
pussy.

	I hated pulling out of her, but as I felt her asshole stretch wider
to accommodate my finger, I suddenly had a burning desire to try for
an even tighter hole - her ass - allowing my dick now to slide out of
her, the shaft and head red and wet from her juices. Natalie moved
closer up my thighs so that my now twitching cock head was rubbing
between her ass cheeks, lubricating and smearing her crack with the
sweet pussy juice and her own cum that she had spilled all over my
prick a few minutes earlier. Reaching down, I lined the tip of my dick
up to her ass, Natalie raising herself slightly from the bed so that
she could allow me a better angle in which to plunder her last
untouched hole. She winced slightly as I pressed the tip harder into
her anal entrance, the muscles in her ass once again tight and
resisting. I continued undaunted and pushed harder inside of her,
feeling her ass give way to let my fat cock head inside her tight
rectum, the shaft following quickly behind.

	Wedging myself further into her, I met a lot of incredibly tight (but
intensely sweet) pressure as I slide first two then quickly five
inches of my dick further into her, her anal passage opening up more
to let me in. Natalie looked a little pained by the entrance, but she
had since moved her hand down and was rubbing her hard clit as a means
of taking her mind off it.

	I settled on only getting most of my shaft inside of her, afraid that
pushing too much more in would hurt her, and proceeded to begin
sliding my dick in and out of her ass, fighting the incredible grip
that was a drastic magnification of the tightness of her cunt. I was
very gentle with her, taking my time and making sure not to cause her
any pain if possible, slowly sliding inch by inch in and out of her
ass, making sure to leave the head in to lead the way as I fucked her
ass.

	The tightness of her ass was incredible - it wasn't the same softness
of her pussy, but the intense pressure more than made up for that. My
hands roamed and squeezed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart to allow
me the maximum amount of angling inside of her, the firm flesh of her
young ass cheeks soft and smooth in my hands. I continued to fuck her
a little bit faster now, but with the same sort of delicate care that
I had practiced when I first pressed inside of her. Natalie was
swaying atop of me, her right hand furiously rubbing her clit while
her left squeezed and played with her left nipple, her arm crossed
across her tight body. Natalie's face had become flushed from our love
making and her cute cheeks were a reddish hue, a slight glow of sweat
covering her brow and making a few errant strands of her hair hang on
her face.

	Natalie plunged two fingers inside of her cunt and lifted herself off
me slightly, rocking back down onto my cock as she finger fucked
herself, her increased panting and soft moaning signaling that she was
so very close to orgasming. I sensed this and slid one of my own hands
away from her ass and down her stomach to her snatch, rubbing two of
my fingers over her clit. Natalie gasped out loudly and orgasmed
again, her breasts bouncing on her chest as she arched her back and
came once more, her juices now coming in a torrent all over my legs.

	Seeing her cum, the tightness of her ass and the activities of the
entire day were just too much for me. My orgasm came quickly and
without much buildup, my dick now just instinctively shooting it's
load deep inside of Natalie's tight ass. I felt three strong streams
shoot forth, proof that I still had it in me after all the sex I had
over the day, the cum coating the inside of her ass walls, creating a
squishing sound as I continued to fuck inside of her, my thrusts
finally slowing.

	I pulled my cock from her ass, the shaft flopping down onto my legs
as it grew soft, my own breath now coming ragged after the intense
love making with Natalie. The cock now free from her ass, Natalie
rolled off of me and laid next to me on the bed, her arms splayed over
my chest as we both caught our breath. A few moments later, Natalie
lifted herself off of the bed and propped herself up on her elbow to
look at me.

	Her face was sweating intensely now, her body as equally wet, as she
smiled at me, a look of contentment on her face. She leaned over to me
and we kissed for a few moments, Natalie's small tongue wrestling it's
way inside of my mouth, where my own met it with equal force. We
kissed like that for a few minutes, Natalie and I, before I finally
broke it. Natalie sighed and curled up next to me, shutting her eyes.
I stroked her hair with my hand, my other hand resting atop her hip,
the soft and beautiful girl next to me falling asleep within a few
minutes. Closing my own eyes, I thought back over the day, but the
thoughts were short lived as I too fell into a dreamless sleep.

	
	I must have only slept for an hour or so, and not a deep sleep at
that. I was awakened by what I thought was a pounding in my head but
as I came to, realized it was someone knocking at the front door. I
groaned as I got up off of the bed, glancing down to look at Natalie.
She hadn't stirred in her slumber, her body half covered with a sheet
so that all that was exposed was her face (a look of peace over it)
and her right thigh, the smooth skin exposed beneath the white satin
of the sheets.

	I slipped on my pants and walked quietly out of the room, turning off
the light (we had, in our haste, left it on) and shutting the door
softly behind me. Walking softly down the stairs in just a pair of
pants, I realized I had left all the lights on from the party. The
knocking at the door had continued as I walked down the steps, and I
thought in my half bleary state that it might be the police, called by
one of the nosy neighbors to see if there was a reason every room in
my house shone like a football stadium.

	As I drew a few feet from the door, the knocking stopped and I could
hear a set of footsteps walking away. Great, damn kids just trying to
mess with me. I hustled to the door, threw the lock back and swung it
open, glaring out into the late night air at the prankster.

	To my surprise though, it was not who I expected to find there at
all. Her back turned away from me, she turned when the door was
opened. In the brightly burning porch lights of the house, and even in
the quickly approaching dawn, I knew who it was immediately.

	"Hi Dean. I hope I didn't wake you up," she said.

	"No, it's alright Alyssa. I wasn't really asleep anyways," I said,
rubbing my eyes, still not believing that Alyssa Milano was standing
at my doorstep. We hadn't talked since we had broken up what seemed
like a lifetime ago, but strangely here she was.

	"Can I come in?" she asked. I nodded and stepped aside as she walked
in, her hips swishing as she walked. Alyssa wore a red leather dress
that squeaked and stretched as she moved, the material clinging to her
luscious hips and form seductively. I led her into the kitchen and
walked over to the refrigerator.

	"Fix you a drink?" I asked.

	"Sure, if it's alright. Do you have any wine?" she asked. I removed a
bottle of Merlot and took one of the few clean wine glasses from the
cabinet, filling her glass half way. I handed it to her and replaced
the wine, getting myself just a simple bottle of water.

	"I hope I don't sound dumb in asking this, but what exactly are you
doing here at," I asked, glancing at the clock over the stove. "4:40
in the morning?"

	"Well, I've actually been outside for about an hour. I knew you were
a night owl. I was wrestling with coming to see you at all but I
finally got up the nerve to come knock. When you didn't answer at
first, I was going to leave but luckily, you opened the door," she
said, sipping the wine.

	"I'm surprised you even remembered where my house was. It's been,
well a long time since we even spoke with one another," I said.

	"I'm good with addresses. I saw Rose McGowan earlier today when we
were both at the gym and she bubbled excitedly about the lunch date
you two had," Alyssa said, setting her wine glass down and slinging
her long hair back over her shoulder.

	I blushed slightly. "She did huh?"

	"Yes. Don't worry, she didn't tell me all the gory details but
suffice to say, I'm certain that you won't be going back to that
restaurant any time soon," Alyssa said.

	"So then why did you come here? What did Rose tell you?" I asked.

	"Well, when we got to talking she kept saying how great you were, how
you were a totally different person than the asshole I described you
to be when Rose and I first met on the set of 'Charmed'. Rose told me
that I was wrong, that you had changed and that you were a great guy
and most of all a great friend. Someone I probably shouldn't have
pushed away in my life," Alyssa said, finishing all but a final taste
of the wine.

	"I suppose so. It always hurt me that we never got together or even
saw each other after that incident with that bitch Aguilera and her
punk ass manager," I said wistfully, the memories dredging up a
surprising amount of hatred.

	"I know, and that's my fault I guess as much as yours. But we have
led such different lives since then, I thought maybe coming by here
and making amends. Word spread pretty quickly about the party that you
had here tonight," Alyssa said, gesturing around the room. "I didn't
want to come back and see you while all of that was going on, lest you
blew up on me and created a scene, adding more fodder for the
tabloids," Alyssa continued.

	"That was smart. Tonight and today have been probably one of the
craziest days of my life, I don't even know how I would have reacted
if you showed up a few hours earlier than you did," I said.

	"Yeah, I'm really sorry about that too. I probably come across as a
stalker, waiting outside your house and all," Alyssa said.

	"Not at all. I know you and know your personality and that's not in
your blood. It's a shame Rose didn't come with you, I'm sure she would
have had a great time tonight as well, if you two had come earlier I
mean," I said.

	"She wanted to come with me, believe me. She had in her mind some
kind of crazy scenario about us three having a three-way in your
house, as a sort of make up sex type of thing. That girl, I swear, has
the strongest libido out of anyone I've ever met," Alyssa said.

	"I'm surprised you would even entertain the option," I replied. "I
mean, I know you had a crazy past and all but I thought you were over
that sort of thing,"

	"I am, for the most part. It was pretty tempting because quite
frankly if there was any woman in Hollywood I'd like to sleep with,
Rose would definitely be high on the list. But again, this just wasn't
the sort of situation that called for that sort of thing. Maybe
sometime in the future," Alyssa said with a smile. An image of the two
of them, eating each other out while I lay beneath them raced through
my mind, but I brushed it away, choosing not to linger on it. Maybe
some other time, as Alyssa said.

	"Well, you picked a good night to come by. I'm probably going to
start the wheels in motion tomorrow to leave the business and head
back East," I said.

	"Get out of here! Dean Simonds, leaving it all behind?" Alyssa said
with a genuine shock.

	"That's how it's looking right now anyways. The party was supposed to
convince me to stay but I still am starting to lean towards leaving
pretty strongly," I said. "Unless of course, you have a reason for me
to stay,"

	Now it was Alyssa's turn to blush. "Well, I would miss you, that's
for sure. But I think what we had can never be recreated, at least
with our personalities. You do seem like you have changed a lot though
Dean, much more laid back. But I'm not looking for that kind of
arrangement anytime soon," Alyssa said.

	"And yet, you came to my house in the middle of the night for some
other reason?" I asked, propping my chin up on the counter as I gazed
on Alyssa and her beautiful body.

	"I don't know why I came, honestly. Something in me just said GO, and
I did it really without thinking. It wasn't until I got outside that I
really stopped to think about why I came by. Sitting out in my car, I
just decided that it was worth it to come see what you said, to see if
Rose was right or not," Alyssa said.

	"Was Rose right?" I asked.

	"Yes. You are a different person than I remember. You still have that
sort of irresistible sexy charm about you, but beneath it I can tell
you are much more mature, more serious about things in life and yet
still able to joke around and forgive and hopefully forget about past
transgressions by certain members of the opposite sex," Alyssa said.

	"Well, you haven't changed a bit Alyssa, as far as I am concerned. I
know you despised me for what I did, but you are still one of the most
beautiful, thoughtful and intelligent women I have ever met, and I
feel like a heel for treating you like I did, letting you get away," I
said.

	"Who said you let me get away?" Alyssa said, rising from her chair
and walking over to me.

	"I...well...I am a different person now. I think I'm much more ready
for commitment," I said, stuttering.

	"That's a lie. You are a different person, but I know that you love
one night stands and all night sex sessions just like you used to. You
probably fucked half a dozen women today, just because you knew you
might never be able to do it again," Alyssa said. "And I think,
assuming you want to - which I know you do - you'd like to make it a
lucky seven tonight with me, wouldn't you?"

	"I would but..." I said. Alyssa moved her hand to my mouth and put
her fingers over my lips, shushing me. She moved in closer now, the
heat radiating from her body as she held her mouth just a few inches
from my lips.

	"No buts. No talking. Just take me," she whispered, thrusting her
mouth onto my lips. I resisted at first, starting to push her away,
but as I felt that incredible sexiness from her body flood my memories
again - every woman tasted and felt differently to me, and Alyssa was
one of the best - my willpower began to fade as my hands dropped from
her shoulders to push her away down to her hips, as my fingers circled
in on them and pulled her closer.

	We kissed for what felt like an eternity, becoming familiar once
again with the taste of each other. My thoughts shifted to Natalie,
who was sleeping innocently upstairs, her mind and soul now at ease at
my forgiveness of her. My heart hurt as I thought about what Alyssa
being here meant, but I knew that her old charms and whiles were going
to overpower me in the end. I just hoped to God that Natalie didn't
hear us.

	I broke the kiss and stepped away from Alyssa. "We can't do this. It
just doesn't feel right," I said weakly, trying to persuade her out of
it.

	"Yes we can. And we will," Alyssa said, her hand tracing over my arm
as I held a firm grasp between her hip and ass, my squeezing
reflexively without me even realizing it.

	"You don't understand. Upstairs I have," I said, but she cut me off
again.

	"Say no more. We will stay quiet, and she will never have to know,"
Alyssa said, now more brave as she reached down between my legs and
squeezed my hardening cock in her hand, the shaft going rigid when
pressed against the fabric of my pants.

	I kissed Alyssa again, hoping that she was right, allowing her hand
to continue it's busy journey into my pants. I felt her fingers pull
the zipper down and open up the fly of the pants, my naked prick
springing free. Alyssa caught it in her hand and held it there, her
fingers wrapping tightly around the head in her smooth, delicate
fingers.

	Alyssa moved her lips away from my mind and dropped down to her knees
on the kitchen floor, pulling down my pants completely as she lowered
herself, my body now naked in the kitchen. Alyssa planted her lips on
my dick and took it into her mouth, rubbing the shaft along her lips
as she sucked it in. I almost came right there, my body remembering
the feel of her mouth exactly on my prick, the feelings coursing
through every nerve on my body.

	Alyssa bobbed her head up and down, getting my shaft primed and wet,
feverishly going at it on the head especially. The kitchen filled with
lewd noises of her sucking, the feel of her hot mouth causing me to
gasp in amazement as I recalled how wonderful she was at giving
blowjobs. Alyssa's fingers fondled my balls, squeezing and pulling on
them gently as the tips of her fingernails raked delicately over the
sensitive sack. Glancing down, I could see Alyssa's panty covered
pussy between her legs, the simple white material and the dark pubic
hairs behind it offering a sharp contrast to the red of her dress.

	Continuing to suck me off for a few minutes, Alyssa moved her hand to
the spaghetti straps of her dress and slid them down over her
shoulders, exposing her breasts to me. They were just as full and
beautiful as they had always been, with no hint of sag, her large
nipples sticking proudly from her breasts. She placed her hand at the
base of my shaft and continued to move her head up and down, the
wetness of her mouth like a jungle heat as it moved over my erect
member. I put my hand on top of her head and guided her back and forth
as she moved, making sure that her sweet mouth and tongue did not
leave any part of my dick untouched.

	Alyssa pulled her mouth away after a few more minutes, gasping as she
grinned up at me and tweaked her nipples with a finger. She stood up
and hopped up on the kitchen counter, spreading her legs for me. I
could see the moisture that had formed between her legs, Alyssa's
hands on her thighs as she seductively beckoned me to her without
saying a word. I lowered myself so that my mouth was right by her
hiked up skirt, reaching my hand in to pull aside her panties and
reveal her neatly trimmed pussy.

	Her outer cunt lips were aroused and wet, leaking a little bit of
moisture on the counter top as the dress bunched itself up around her
waist. I moved mouth between her legs now, noticing the fairy tattoo
slightly above her hot sex - a testament to her wild days as a child
star, similar to Drew Barrymoore's own. I wasted no time in plunging
my mouth into her pussy, my tongue darting inside of her hot hole as I
lapped at the juices that were already starting to flow. Keeping her
entrance open with one hand, I used the other to wedge a finger inside
of her, sliding it in and out as I licked furiously at her clit. Her
juices were entrancing to me, I just couldn't get enough. My tongue
whipped around inside of her, searching for her more of her womanly
moisture to devour.

	Alyssa put her hands on my back and, on especially pleasurable spots
inside of her, raked her fingers over my shoulders, leaving red marks
along the way. My finger plunged into her wet twat, coming back coated
with thick and sweet juices, her snatch an intoxicating taste of salty
sweat and the sweet mixture of her bodies juices. Alyssa closed her
legs tightly around my head, making it a little hard to breath. I
didn't really care though, I knew that from the excitement coming from
within her, she would be cumming soon anyways. Her hands moved from my
back to her dress, reaching down to pull it up over her body, leaving
her totally naked except for a pair of - how had I not noticed this? -
fuck me pumps dangling from her swaying feet.

	I moved my head from between her legs for a moment to get some air,
but proceeded to slip another finger deep inside of her, fucking her
now with both of them deeply, thrusting as hard and as far as I could
inside of her hot cunt. Alyssa started to moan at this, but my hand
shot quickly up to her mouth to stop her, for fear of waking up
Natalie. Alyssa did silence herself, but she began to kiss my hand and
take my fingers into her mouth, sucking on them gently as I worked
myself in and out of her.

	Alyssa's ass rocked back and forth on the countertop, her body
swaying back and forth as her back arched in a pre-orgasmic shiver. I
added another finger to the mix and pushed deeper and wider into her
than I had before, stretching her pussy quite wide as the base of all
three knuckles rubbed over her clit, bone meeting tender and sensitive
flesh. Alyssa leaned into me and put her head on my shoulder, biting
down a bit on my skin as her hips bucked and she came with a squeak on
my hand, her juices spilling out onto the tabletop.

	Lifting herself away from me, Alyssa smiled at me - that incredibly
sexy smile that I had always thought made her one of the most sexually
appealing women I had ever seen. She placed her hands on her thighs,
her panties soiled and sitting next to her on the counter and held
open her soaking wet cunt lips, seeming to just beg for my hard cock
to press itself inside.

	I lined myself up for entry into her body, not wanting to resist such
an alluring invitation and we both watched as the head of my cock
entered her for the first time in a very long time, the head quickly
disappearing inside of her hot pussy. Alyssa leaned her head back and
rested on her hands as I slid myself inside of her, her long brown
hair almost touching down to the counter top. More of my shaft slid
into her easily, her lips parting as if they had always been meant to
be pulled away by my prick and within a moment I was fully inside of
her.

	Alyssa's cunt was tight and firm, holding me deeply inside as I
bottomed my dick out deep within in, the head pressing against her
soft cervix within. The moisture and heat of being inside of her was
incredible, but in a way totally different from many of the other
women I had fucked today. My dick buried balls deep within her, my
nuts resting on the cool countertop felt strangely right. Like it
belonged in there. It was tough to say if that was because I hadn't
realized the depth of my feelings for Alyssa, my burning lust that
seemed to make me over at the subtle hint of sex with her, or if it
was something more. The only woman who compared to this feeling was
Natalie, and with her being upstairs I felt truly blessed to be able
to experience both of these physical unions at once.

	I removed part of my shaft from her, not much but just a few inches,
and began to move myself in and out of her twat, her pussy muscles
milking and squeezing me as I thrust in and out of her, my hands on
her sides as I held her and rocked her towards me. Alyssa began to
move by her own now too, quickly getting into sync with me so that our
thrusts matched and complimented each other. I pressed myself down
hard into her at an angle, making sure my cock brushed against her
clit hard as I worked myself in and out, feeling the fire of her hot
little nub creating a large degree of friction against my prick, our
lovemaking rising in speed as fast the temperature in our bodies.

	I held Alyssa firmly now, bucking my hips and clenching my ass as I
pushed inside of her hard and fast. Alyssa's mouth hung open in a
silent scream, part of me loving her for not wanting to wake up
Natalie as I had asked. Her breasts bounced on her chest, her large
nipples and areolas erect and jutting as they swayed in a circular
motion on her chest, a small trickle of sweat racing down her body
from her neck through the cleavage of her breasts.

	Pushing hard into Alyssa, I felt myself close to cumming within her.
I stopped thrusting inside of her for a moment and held myself there,
fighting off the delicious urge to just unleash another orgasm deep
into her body. I lifted her off the counter top and carried her to the
living room, setting her down on the floor as my cock finally slipped
out of her. Alyssa wasted no time in wanting to get it back within me
though, dropping to her hands and knees, her ass sticking up in the
air and her pussy lips still parted from when I had been between them
just a moment before.

	I squatted behind her and slid the tip of my prick quickly back into
her pussy, the position now much more comfortable than that hard
counter top had been. I slowed my thrusts just a little, relishing the
feeling of her pussy around my dick once more. Alyssa's firm ass
cheeks jiggled slightly as I pushed into her, but by fucking her doggy
style I found I was able to go even deeper inside of her than I had
ever imagined being able to go. Her silken channel was now afire with
her own heat, holding my tightly as I rocked my shaft against the
velvet walls, thrusting into her hard as I glanced down and watched my
shaft move in and out of her twat.

	Her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair was a tangled mess now, hairs
sticking out everywhere from the moisture of our lovemaking, the sweat
from her body inevitably dripping between her legs. I wrapped my arm
around Alyssa's waist and pulled her body back and forth on my dick,
keeping myself stationary as she slid along my shaft, unable any
longer to keep the moans from escaping her lips slightly. I gazed down
at her body as I fucked her, her nude form having an exotic look due
to the tattoo on her shoulder and the one on her ass. Such a beautiful
sight to behold, it made me wonder why she would want to put something
like a tattoo on herself. But in a way, despite how it disrupted the
flawlessness of her skin, it was still incredibly sexy and an amazing
turn on, especially the one on her shoulder. It showed a rebellious
side that had obviously carried over into her sex life. Alyssa was now
thrusting hard against me, working towards getting herself off again,
her body craving release from the intense buildup of our lovemaking.

	Holding her ass firm, I felt my orgasm coming - by far the strongest
of the day, my energy seemingly having returned from the short nap I
took - and I grunted in pleasure as the hot sticky fluid spilled forth
once again into her body, the release shooting out like a cannon
against the soft walls of her body. I could feel the three or four
shots of semen splash against the walls of her cunt, the excess
splashing back onto my own prick as I continued to come, so violently
in fact that I felt I was going to pass out. I held Alyssa and myself
still for a moment as I finished unleashing inside of her, but Alyssa
had been on the verge too and as soon as I felt myself release the
final seed, her own body shook and she came again around my prick, her
inner tremors sucking and milking at my shaft for the last of the
sticky white fluid.

	My dick began to grow soft after a few minutes and I pulled out of
Alyssa. She lay on the floor with her legs spread now, a white frothy
foam coating her snatch as she closed her eyes and just let the bliss
of sex wash over her like a tide. I sat down on the floor and wiped
away excess juices from my dick, the stickiness still coating my
fingers. I moved my hand up to Alyssa's mouth and she licked it clean,
removing the final taste of the evening (or should I say morning) from
our lovemaking.

	"I'm going to go get some towels," I said, whispering to her. Alyssa
kept her eyes closed but nodded as I put my pants back on and walked
slowly up the winding staircase to the spare bedroom where I knew the
maid kept extra linens. I could hear Alyssa getting dressed, the
leather creaking once again as she slid back into her dress and I
trotted slowly up the stairs, hoping not to wake Natalie.

	I walked into the linen closet of the spare room and grabbed a towel,
walking back out into the hallway. To my surprise and startle, Natalie
had opened the bedroom door and was looking at me, her nude and lithe
body framed by a gently beam of moonlight from the window near my bed.

	"What are you doing?" she yawned, still half asleep.

	"I was uhh...hot, so I was getting a towel to wipe myself off with,"
I said to her, regretting the little white lie only slightly since it
would hopefully cover up a BIGGER lie.

	"Ok. Well, come back to bed ok? I thought I heard some rustling
outside the door but I guess it was you," Natalie said.

	"I'll be there in a minute," I replied, smiling at her.

	Natalie smiled back at me sleepily, her hair a bit of a tangle on her
head from sleep and our earlier sexual encounter. She shut the door
quietly and I walked to the foot of the stairs, my heart pounding at
having almost been caught. As I went to take the first step, I felt
myself suddenly pause.

	I hadn't realized it, but if I took that step it would mean a lot of
things for me. Suddenly everything flashed through my mind - my
arrival in Hollywood, my encounter with lots of different famous
people, the trouble with my assistant and half-brother and especially
my times with both Natalie and Alyssa.

	It suddenly dawned on me that if I was going to really make a choice
on the course of the rest of my life, this was it. My foot hung in the
air as I pondered the possibilities.

	If I continued downstairs and returned to Alyssa, that would mean
things would inevitably be over between me and Natalie. It might work
out with Alyssa, it might not, but I might be forsaking my chance at a
"normal" life for trying. I would stay in Hollywood, continue to run
the firm for who knew how long, and continue to engage myself with
beautiful, famous and amazing women, some of the most beautiful in the
world actually. It might not be the life of deeper philosophical
meaning, but it was certainly the life of dreams. Hollywood dreams,
the dreams of just about every person who ever saw someone famous and
thought "I wish I could do that".

	But if I removed my foot and returned to bed, returned to lay next to
Natalie and hold her as I drifted off to sleep in my tired exhaustion
of the day, it would be different. I could leave Hollywood scot-free,
and with a reason and a person to lead me there. It would be scary, no
doubt, but it would be a different phase of my life, one of commitment
and normality and perhaps most of all true love. I would have to
become a different person, look past my nights of one-night stands and
power for sex. And in that way, it too would be like Hollywood - a
happy ending, a chance at taking a rare opportunity for happiness and
living it out, not on the big screen but in the real world, something
that most people never were able to do.

	All of this washed over me as I thought and pondered and dissected
the pros and cons of each decision. My mind swirled at what the future
had in store for me, what each path would mean. And as I continued to
think more about it, the decision finally made itself clear to me, and
I smiled to myself broadly over it having been so obvious.

	You have gotten to know me over the course of this journal, dear
reader, and perhaps you believe you know where my life will lead me
and what I want the most out of it. That's why I don't think it's
necessary to reveal my decision to you, to insult you like that. You
know in your own mind how my story will end, though there is no reason
to write and tell me - that would be an insult on me. Make up your own
mind and decide my fate for yourself. Life and truth are, after all,
in the eye of the beholder and I can think of no one better than you
to make up your own truth on my tales, my journal of an agent will
end.


	THE END.



	Coming Soon: a new series - "Hollywood After Dark"

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