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Katie's Gift

By: TNP_



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By now anyone who has read more than one of my stories will have come to realize that I write some mushy stuff. I think it's because I'm a closet romantic. Also, I treat women with respect in real life, and the characters in my stories will always treat them with respect. Always. That doesn't mean the sex has to be goopy romantic stuff all the time, but I will never do anything that is nonconsensual. If that's not your cup of tea, so be it. If you like fluff, this might be your kind of story.

A very sincere thanks to all the authors who spend so much of their time and effort to bring these stories to us all. Your efforts are much appreciated.

And now the story -

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The door to the trailer slammed open just as it began to really pour, "Is it safe in here?"

I looked up to see who was speaking to me and found the subject of today's session gazing in my direction, "Safe?"

"Yeah, you know, from them." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the crowd of people she had left behind in the rain, the photographer and his staff, her manager's and agent's reps, magazine staff, PA's, makeup artist and all the other behind the scenes people that go into producing a photo shoot for a major magazine like Vogue.

I started to answer her when my cell phone rang, "Hello?... Yeah, she's in here with me... I know, I can hear it beating on the roof... Well, I could finish fitting her for the rest of the shoot... I don't know, figure two, maybe three hours. Say three hours... Yeah, yeah... Let me ask her... They want to know if you're hungry?"

"You have any food here?"

"Yeah, I raided the catering table earlier."

"Tell them no. And tell them I don't want to see or talk to any of them for a while."

I relayed the information to the person on the other end of the line, "Fine, three hours or less, weather permitting... Right, bye." I hung up the phone and looked at my guest for the next few hours.

Standing there in a light tan dress with a modest v-neck and colorful birds scattered across the fabric, was Katie Holmes. We were on location for a photo shoot for Vogue, six sets, six outfits, supposedly in ten hours, and here it was, 11:30am with only one setup completed, and it had just started raining. That is, if you consider your morning shower to be nothing more than a light drizzle. When the rain came all the staff and various entourage members had bolted for the makeup and production trailers, while Katie had taken off in the opposite direction for the wardrobe trailer. My trailer.

Go ahead, make jokes about it, it's not like I haven't heard them all before, usually stale retreads of hairdresser jokes. Yeah, I've had more than my fair share of schlongs waving in my vicinity -- what is it about guys that they feel it's okay to stand around naked when being fitted for a shoot, just because the person doing wardrobe also happens to be a guy? -- but, I am a professional and I do my best to ignore it and focus on my job. I've also had my fair share, and yours, and your friend's, and your friend's friend's, of female TV and movie stars running around in their underwear while being fitted. I'd like to tell you that they, too, like to stand around naked while I make adjustments to whatever outfit they're going to wear, but it just isn't true. Except for maybe Courtney Love and that wasn't nearly as much fun as you would imagine. No, for the most part when it comes time to try something on the women duck into a dressing room, or behind a screen or curtain, coming out only when they are ready for the final touches.

Katie looked at me questioningly and I gave her the answer she wanted "Yeah, you're safe here. I told them that we would complete the fittings on the rest of the wardrobe, have some lunch in the meanwhile, and you'd be out in around three hours. So you've got some time."

"And they won't come looking for me? They won't come in here?"

I walked over to the door and locked it then flipped a switch. The switch turned on a rotating red light outside the door, much like you would see on any soundstage, and when it was on it meant that someone, usually female, was inside being fitted and no one not involved in wardrobe, in this case me, was allowed in.

"As long as that light is on, no one would dare come in here unless the place was on fire, and I'm not even sure about then."

A disgusted look crossed her features, "Good. I've had my fill of all of them! Can you believe it, three hours and only one setup completed! God, if I have to listen to them complain about the position of the sun, or the sand getting on my feet, or the wind mussing my hair, or my dress, or a seagull getting in the frame for crying out loud!! ARRRRRRR!!! I could just scream."

"I think you just did."

Katie shot me an evil look, apparently she was in no mood to be teased, but I shrugged my shoulders. She continued to stare at me a moment more then threw her hands in the air and moved over to the couch along the wall, taking a seat on it.

"Three hours huh? Maybe the rain won't stop and we'll have to scrub the whole thing. Why do they do outdoor shoots if they hate nature so much anyhow?"

I knew it was probably a rhetorical question but I shrugged again and offered an answer anyway, "I don't know, but you know these editors, always looking for someplace 'fresh' to shoot. I can understand when you're pushing swimsuits, or you've got some no-name model, but when you're shooting one of the prettiest women in Hollywood, seems like a waste to me."

When I got no response I looked over to see if Katie was even paying attention and saw her looking at me with the most amazing smile, "What?"

"You think I'm one of the prettiest women in Hollywood?"

Oh. I blushed and glanced down at my shoes, then turned back to answer her, "Well, yeah. But you must hear that all the time from schmos like me."

Katie shook her head, "You'd be surprised. I mean yeah, I hear it all the time from people paid to keep me happy, or when I'm out at a party and some jerk tries to chat me up, but not that often from someone who doesn't want something from me. So, thank you."

Displaying unusual good sense, I didn't say anything, offering her only a smile which she quickly returned.

"Are you hungry?"

"I could eat something. Wha'd'ya got?"

We moved over to the table where I stashed my booty from my morning raid on the catering table. You might think that because it was early morning there were only pastries and breakfast foods along with a mixture of juices, teas and coffee being offered, but that is not the case. There's a pretty large crew for any of these location shoots, and some of the guys and gals arrive quite early to prep the spots in advance. So by the time the photographer and subject of the shoot arrive some people have already been working for 4 or 5 hours and are looking for something more substantial than donuts and granola. Having worked on these kinds of things for several years now I had learned to hit the tables as soon as the caterer arrived and take away enough food to get me and one or two others through the day, before it all disappeared. Photo shoots weren't like movie sets, they didn't order enough food to feed Wyoming. No, photo shoots were like feeding an extended family of 20 and ordering food for only 19. It could get ugly fast.

Selecting a few things from the table Katie grabbed a bottle of water and moved back to the couch. I filled a plate of my own and followed her, taking a seat to her left. We talked while we ate and managed to stay away from discussing the shoot and Katie's current frustration levels about it. We did talk about business somewhat, it's not every day you get to talk to Katie Holmes about her projects, what she liked and what she didn't. She didn't particularly like Dawson's Creek at the end, didn't like Joshua Jackson at the end, either. She liked 'The Gift', was proud of her nude scene in it and would do another one if the right script came along. I risked a joke that I was pretty pleased with her nude scene as well, Katie just laughed.

That had been happening quite a bit during our conversation, Katie laughing that is. She was a remarkably down to earth person, not at all impressed with herself, just a regular girl with a crazy job. I found myself liking her. A lot. And I think she liked me a bit as well. At least if the number of times she reached out to touch my arm or grab me by the hand was any indication.

We continued talking over lunch, moving from topic to topic easily and spending some more time discussing her chosen profession. We also talked in some detail about what I do for a living, which shocked me a little. When she saw I was surprised she asked me why.

"I just didn't think you'd be all that interested in it. I'm not all that interested in it."

"I'm an actress. I never know what the next part is going to call for, so I try to learn a little bit about everything... everyone I can. I may need it sometime, so I'm always practicing, always learning. I'm a student of everything."

"Everything?"

"Well, not everything. I'm not going to learn about John Ashcroft's career as a Gospel singer, a girl has her limits, but, yeah, almost everything."

I chuckled at the idea of Katie singing Gospel but made no further comment as I collected the empty plates and walked them over to the trash bin.

Lunch over, it was time to do a little work, although the rain had not eased one bit in the time since Katie entered the wardrobe trailer. Still, we had to at least prepare for the possibility that the shoot would resume, unlikely as it seemed at the moment. Katie had selected several sun dresses for her next outfit. One of them was green with spaghetti straps that closely resembled the garment she was wearing in some pictures that hit the Internet some time back. You know the one, it was green with brown and yellow splotches on it and she constantly looked like she was going to spill out of it, coming close enough on more than one occasion for her areola to peek over the top. Anyway, Katie selected a dress that was similar, prompting me to remark how much I liked the other dress and hoping this one fit just like it.

Her response was a dry "I'll bet."

One by one Katie tried on the garments and came out from behind the modesty screen that separated the changing area from the rest of the trailer. The green dress was among the first she tried on and rejected. Katie thought it made her look "frumpy". It was a sundress, so I'm not sure how it could make her look frumpy, but I've learned that it never pays to try to convince an actress to wear any dress that they've already rejected. That way lies madness. Similar fates awaited the majority of the others except for 2 outfits that she judged "possible". With her choices dwindling Katie disappeared behind the screen once more, only to reappear several minutes later wearing a pale yellow outfit.

"How's this?" with a quick twirl, causing the dress to billow out briefly before settling back into place.

"Very nice. How does it fit?"

"Perfectly. I don't think anything needs adjusting."

I gave a noncommittal "Hmmm." She was the movie star and the one wearing the dress, but I was the one being paid to make sure she looked gorgeous in whatever she wore. Moving over to her I began to inspect the garment, looking for signs of a bad fit, or something that would call for an adjustment, but she appeared to be correct, the dress fit perfectly. We agreed on that one as a potential for one of the setups, pending the approval of everyone else of course.

Katie went back behind the screen to try on the last outfit and I moved over to another rack and began to browse through the bra and panty combinations hanging there, "Do you want to try on some different underwear with that outfit?"

There wasn't much reason for her to change into the underwear I had in the trailer. The dresses she had chosen all looked best without a bra, and it's not like her panties were going to be visible in any of the shots, but you never could tell with some of these celebrities.

When I didn't get a response to my question I turned toward the screen with the intention of asking again, only to find Katie was already waiting there in her next choice.

She stood there in a strapless floral print sundress that ended just above the knee, with lots of pink stripes and big red flowers with green leaves, an elastic band that crossed her chest mid-breast the only thing holding it up. Her brown hair hung loose and draped over her bare shoulders, her tanned skin glowing with vitality, and a huge smile on her too beautiful for words face.

"Whoa!"

Katie laughed lightly, pleased with my response, "I guess I don't have to ask what you think of the dress, do I?"

Standing there in that dress she looked absolutely gorgeous, the epitome of the girl next door, or to be more precise, the girl we all wished lived next door. But that's not what I was reacting to. Make no mistake, I was floored by the way she looked. I can't remember ever seeing anyone look as beautiful as she did at that moment, but it wasn't her beauty that made me stop and stare at her, it was how much she resembled someone I had known many years ago. Someone very special to me.

I guess resembled is actually stretching things a bit. Katie did not resemble the girl from my past in anything but the most superficial ways. I have never been lucky enough to date anyone as beautiful as Katie. I've dated some cute women, but none of them even came close to Katie. No, it wasn't a physical resemblance between the two women. It was the sundress. That sundress looked almost exactly the same as the one worn by the first girl I had sex with. I was speechless.

I moved closer to Katie, a sense of déjà vu almost overwhelming me. She must have seen something in the way I looked at her because she took a step towards me, an expression of concern on her pretty face.

"Are you all right?"

I tilted my head to the right as I regarded her, my memories making it difficult for me to concentrate, while she stood there in that dress.

Katie was starting to get alarmed, "Hey!"

I shook off the feeling as best I could and moved to reassure Katie that I was fine, "Yeah, sorry. I was just... I had the strangest feeling of déjà vu. Sorry."

"Well, don't you get that all the time? I mean, how many girls have you fitted for a dress?"

"No, this was different. This was..." I couldn't complete the sentence.

"Oh. I see."

"You see? What do you see?"

"I see you remembering something... someone, very important in your life."

How the hell did she figure that out? Just from me staring at her dress?

"That's incredible! How did you know that?"

She laughed lightly and began to reach out to me, her hands waving up and down in front of her body as she said in a deep voice "I have... THE GIFT!"

Now we were both laughing and I asked again "No, really. How did you know I was remembering someone special to me?"

Katie shrugged and said "You weren't looking at my tits. Or my face. Guys look at my tits, or if they're trying to look like they're not really looking at my tits then they look at my face. Or sometimes my feet, if they're into that. You were looking at the dress, and not in like, a professional way. You were looking all wistful, like you were remembering something. So I guessed."

"That's pretty impressive."

Katie shrugged again, "I told you, I study people."

We stood like that for a few seconds, Katie looking at me expectantly, "Well? Are you going to tell me about it?"

I blushed deeply and tried to steer her back to the preparations for the afternoon's shoot, "It's not important. We should..." but Katie would not be so easily sidetracked. It was the blush that did me in.

"Ohhh! I see. It's something naughty. Tell me!"

I hemmed. I hawed. I did my best Ralph Kramden 'Homina Homina' impression, but Katie was not to be dissuaded.

"Oh C'mon! Tell me!"

"It's really nothing. It's just something that happened to me many years ago, with a girl who was wearing a sundress just like that one."

"And?"

"And, it's something that wouldn't interest you."

"Why wouldn't it? I'm the one who likes to learn as much about stuff as I can, remember? Or is this another one of those things about your life that even you're not interested in?"

A small smile came to my face and I said "No, it's not that. It's just... The first girl I was ever... with... you know... in a sexual way, wore a dress just like that, is all. It's not something you'd be interested in hearing about."

Katie gave me a huge smile and reached for my hand, dragging me back over to the couch, "You are so wrong! Now spill! Names, dates, places, I want it all!"

I opened my mouth to protest more, but Katie must have sensed it and she cut me off before I could start, "Please?"

How do you resist a plea like that? From a girl like her? Guess what. You don't.

I looked at her a few moments longer then, with a sigh, I gave in and began to tell her the story of my first time. It was slow going at first, the memories, like the day itself, a source of excitement and embarrassment for me, but somehow telling it to Katie lessened my feelings of awkwardness allowing me to concentrate on the exhilaration I felt instead.

"It was the summer of my Freshman year in college. I was doing a double major, and at my school you could take up to 8 credits in summer session as long as they went towards one of your majors. I had just started seeing this girl, Melissa, a few weeks earlier. We were in some classes together and we shared a long break between Chemistry in the morning and Physics in the early afternoon."

"Wait. You said it was summer? After Freshman year?"

Hence some of my embarrassment over the day, "Yep."

"And this was your first time? Ever?"

I nodded my head. I knew what she was going to say next, I'd heard it all before.

"Bit of a late bloomer, huh?"

"I dated the same girl all through High School. She was Catholic and very, very religious. In her family good girls didn't fool around and they most definitely did not have sex outside of marriage."

"And you were okay with that?"

"Well, yeah. We were in love, or so I thought."

"What happened?"

"We graduated and she went away for the summer is what happened. Tim, Roger and Jerry are what happened."

"She slept with them? Ouch!"

"Uh huh. Ouch. Seems there's some sort of dispensation if you can keep it intact until the end of High School. If you can make it that far then you can sleep with anyone you want, or at least anyone who's nearby and willing. I guess I should have paid more attention in church, 'cause I sure don't remember that part."

"Does seem pretty convenient. And you didn't date anyone until the next summer. Got it. Please continue."

"Ummm. Okay. So anyway, one day Melissa shows up for classes wearing..."

"A sundress. Like this one."

"... a sundress. Much like that one. And a far cry from her usual t-shirt and jeans, I'll tell you. All that bare skin. Let's just say my interest was aroused."


Katie's Gift



"Among other things I'd bet."

I nodded in agreement, "Among other things. Anyway, we had this long break between classes on Tuesday's and Thursday's..."

"Which day was this?"

"What?"

"Which day did this happen on, Tuesday or Thursday?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I don't remember?"

"You don't remember your first time having sex?"

"I remember it quite well. I just couldn't tell you the date."

"That's so sad!"

"No, not really. Look, I remember the year, the month, the place, the girl and every other detail about it. I just don't remember the exact date. It's no big deal."

Katie apparently didn't agree and she sat there giving me puppy dog eyes, her lower lip sticking out. It only made her look more beautiful.

I couldn't do anything about my memory, or lack thereof, of the date, so I continued with my story, "Melissa and I had gotten into the habit of spending the period between classes in the school's garden. There was a small maze there with a fountain in the center and benches scattered around in various places. The hedges were about six feet high, so there was a great deal of privacy when you were in one of the pathways, especially one of the dead-ends with a bench. And even if someone else did come along the pathways were covered in gravel, you could hear people coming long before they got close.

We had this spot in the maze where we would go and eat lunch, or study, or do our assignments, or more often than not make out. We would bring a blanket and lie on the grass by one of the benches and it was like we were out in the country for a picnic, not a person around for miles.

I had been seeing Melissa for a few weeks and I'd made a couple of clumsy attempts to get my hand down her shirt or in her pants, and while she hadn't let me get away with anything, she also hadn't shut me down completely. Each time I got away with a little bit more than the last, enough for me to keep trying anyway. When Melissa showed up wearing that dress I just knew that this time it was going to be different. For one thing, she wasn't wearing a bra. And with a dress, getting my hand up her skirt was a whole lot simpler than getting inside a pair of tight jeans.

So on that day..."

"Which you don't remember."

I gave Katie a stern look and she held up her hands in surrender, "Sorry. I'll let it go."

"...we got to our spot as usual and after laying down the blanket we started making out, as usual, and I was pretty bad, as usual..."

"Wait, wait, wait! What do you mean 'pretty bad, as usual'?"

"Nothing. I've never been very good at kissing is all. I'm just not very comfortable with it."

"I'm sure you're not as bad as you say."

"No, I really am. Or, I was. I certainly hope I've improved. Can I continue with my story?"

"How bad could you be? Are you a drooler?"

"NO! Of course not. I'm... I mean I was... When I was younger I was sort of a spaz when it came to kissing. I thought that the way to do it was to open wide and jam my tongue into the girl's mouth. It took a while before I learned that was not how it was done. I'm still a little self-conscious when it comes to kissing."

"Well I blame your first girlfriend. Miss I'm-a-virgin-until-marriage-unless-I-change-my-mind!"

"You mean Mary?"

"Yeah, her!"

"How do you figure?"

"'Cause it's up to the girl to teach the guy how to kiss!"

"It is huh."

"Of course it is. Guys never know how to kiss until some girl shows them. That's why we practice on each other. So we can show you how it's done."

"Is that right. And who did you practice with Miss Holmes?"

Without hesitation Katie deadpanned "Jessica Alba. Just last night in fact."

That mental image sent a jolt straight to my groin and I squirmed a little in my seat. I was about to continue relating the events of that day when Katie completely blindsided me.

"Show me."

"What?"

"C'mon show me how you kiss. I'll tell you if you're good or bad."

"You want me to kiss you? You hardly know me!"

"I'm an actress, remember? I've had to kiss lots of guys I barely knew. And a whole lot more in a couple of cases."

I guess I should have put up more resistance to this, although for the life of me, I really can't say why, except that it seems like the gentlemanly thing to do. But I didn't. To paraphrase Katie, a guy has his limits, and turning down an opportunity to kiss Katie Holmes went well beyond mine. On top of which, I've always been easy.

"Okay."

We moved closer to each other and I tentatively put my left hand on Katie's right arm. I wrapped my other arm around her back, my hand resting on her shoulder blade, while she placed her left hand on my cheek. Her right hand was down by her lap and as I turned on the couch so that I was facing her she clasped me loosely just above the left elbow. We looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds and I shrugged mentally, thinking, the hell with it, she'd asked me to show her. Besides, maybe she'd actually have a few tips for me that might make me a better kisser. Talk about your win -- win situations.

I leaned in, closing the distance between us, and my lips met hers. I was totally unprepared for the explosion in my senses, or for Katie's eager response. The sensations were almost overpowering. For the first time in my life I found myself actually enjoying the experience instead of just tolerating it. Enjoying it a whole lot in fact. Like the fella once said, ain't that a kick in the head.

While we kissed my left hand started to move on Katie's arm, stroking up and down her exquisitely soft skin, eventually moving up to her bare shoulder. That may not seem like that big a deal to you, but to me it was huge. Under normal circumstances caressing a woman's shoulder is a big turn on for me. I can't really say why, except that it's my way of moving on to more intimate caresses, so I guess the anticipation alone gets me excited. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some kid fumbling around on a couch or in the back seat of a car, using misdirection and distraction just so I can cop a feel. No, those days are long past. Now when I am with a woman and we start kissing and caressing one another it is usually with an understanding about where it all will lead. Frequently, but not always, concluding in a sexual encounter. So fondling a shoulder is not in itself any big achievement, but it is an indicator of better things to come. So even though I know now where my caresses will eventually take me, I still get pretty excited when I make my first move. Ridicule that if you want, I kinda like it. To me, still getting that schoolboy rush beats the hell out of being blasé and jaded any day.

This time, however, it was different. This time my caresses were not a prelude to an already agreed upon conclusion. I had no such understanding with Katie, no real reason to think she wanted to take this to another level, after all, to her this was like an acting exercise. A chance to hone her skills and at the same time provide some much needed feedback on my own proficiency at kissing. But I had already forgotten all that. In my mind I was kissing Katie because she wanted me to, because we had sort of hit it off over lunch.

I started to kiss Katie in earnest, completely forgetting why she was doing this and almost forgetting myself why I was doing it. I was shifting back and forth between my memory of that day back in college and the reality of just who it was I was kissing, and to be honest, I don't know what was exciting me more. If Katie had protested a bit, or tried to push me away, or just tried to get me to back off, I know I would have. I'm not an animal. But she didn't, in fact she seemed to be getting into it as much as me.

My left hand was moving in a small circle from Katie's shoulder, down slightly onto her upper chest and then briefly up to her neck and cheek before returning to her shoulder. She really liked it when I touched her neck, making small noises of approval through our locked lips whenever my hand made contact. The need for air plus her response gave me an idea, and I broke the kiss to move my lips down Katie's jaw and onto her neck, covering the surface with little pecks.

Katie whispered into my ear "Oh God, I like that!"

With Katie's neck out of play my hand was now limited to her shoulder and upper chest, and I was ready to move on from her shoulder. Like I said, I'd already forgotten that this wasn't the real deal, but my excitement was definitely real, Katie's reactions looked pretty real to me, and I was caught up in the idea of reliving one of the best days of my life. So both of us were more than a little shocked when my hand moved down Katie's chest and slipped under the elastic of her sundress and ended up resting firmly on her right breast.

Katie gasped in surprise when she felt my hand land on her tit and I jerked back, my eyes doing that deer caught in headlights thing as we stared at each other. But I didn't remove my hand from her chest.

We stared at each other for a short period of time, then Katie gave me a wry smile and said, "I guess I kinda set myself up for that, huh?"

I started to stammer an apology and tried to move away when Katie's hand came up and caught me by the wrist, "It's okay. Show me how good you were with your hands too."

I looked at Katie, still unsure if she really was okay with this, but a small nod of her head quieted my concerns and I tentatively moved my hand on her breast. Katie's eyes closed and a small smile touched her lips and I leaned back in to resume kissing her.

I let Katie take the lead in kissing, concentrating instead on the feel of her boob in my hand. Her deceptively large, perky, stiff-nippled boob. Like millions of men, I had seen Katie topless on the big screen, looked on with open mouthed wonder as she removed her shirt and exposed what has to be one of the finest racks in Hollywood. But seeing her boobs like that, literally larger than life, was nothing, nothing, compared to feeling one in my hand. They feel every bit as perfect as they look too, soft, yet firm at the same time, a good deal more than a handful, but not so much as to look ridiculous for her frame, and perfect pink nipples surrounded by surprisingly large, light brown areola that were getting all goosepimply as my fingers brushed across them.

Katie allowed me to explore her chest at a leisurely pace, sometimes we kissed while I did, sometimes she would pull back a little and her eyes would close if she found my caresses especially pleasant. There was no confusion about who's breast it was I was mauling, so I did not attempt to push my luck any further, I was simply enjoying my good fortune and hoping it would last.

All good things must come to an end. This is what I told myself when Katie broke our latest kiss and looked me in the eye. I stopped kneading the flesh of her breast, but could not prevent my thumb from taking little strokes across her nipple, keeping the sensitive flesh erect and taut with excitement. For Katie's pleasure of course.

"What did you do next?"

Huh? Next? What did I do? Ohhhh! She means back in school with Melissa.

"Ummm, well we sorta... I mean I sort... ummm... I sucked her nipples."

Katie's eyes lit up and once again she said "Show me!"

Show her. A couple more miracles like this and I was going to have to reevaluate that whole God does not exist thing.

Feeling an echo of the same excitement I felt when I first took Melissa's nipple in my mouth, but far surpassing the original, I pulled the elastic of Katie's sundress away from her body and moved the top down, exposing both her breasts to my eyes. Now I know what the Rapture truly is. I was carried away by joy at the sight of Katie's perfect globes. The very same globes I had spent the better part of the last half-hour fondling. Not so carried away that I forgot what she had invited me to do, however. 

I bent down to take a nipple in my mouth, sucking the nub between my lips and flicking it lightly with my tongue. Katie cooed in response, giving me all the encouragement I would need to carry on. I sucked the nipple again, tasting the saltiness of her flesh and swearing to myself that I would not stop until I had sucked all the flavor out of her skin. I was prepared to be there quite a while.

I varied my approach at first, testing assorted levels of suction and watching Katie's reaction carefully, coming to the conclusion that as far as the brunette beauty was concerned, I could not suckle her tit too hard.

"Mmmm, yeah. You're really good at that."

Melissa had said the same thing to me, those many years ago. I may be a lousy kisser, but evidently I'm good at sucking nipples. I guess everybody has to have at least one talent.

I remember that I had been pretty pleased with myself when Melissa told me I was good, but it was nothing compared to how I felt hearing Katie utter those words. I could sense already, when the opportunity came for me to tell my friends the story of this day, I was going to be insufferable.

With two nipples to keep my mouth busy, and Katie's hand resting lightly on the back of my head, I needed to find something to keep my hand occupied. I decided her left thigh would do quite nicely. Feeling a bit cheeky, I placed my hand on her leg about mid thigh, using my fingers and thumb to rhythmically stroke her skin.

Without releasing my liplock on her nipple I glanced up to see Katie looking down at me with a wide grin on her face, "What are you doing?"

I attempted to look innocent, which is really difficult to pull off when you're in the middle of sucking on a woman's tit, unless you happen to be one month old. I'm just a tad older, so I mumbled around her nipple, "Nuttin'."

If Katie's reaction was any indication, I was not entirely successful. She laughed. But she didn't make me stop anything I was doing, and that was the only thing important to me at that moment. I continued sucking and stroking and Katie closed her eyes again. My attention was divided pretty much equally between the feel of Katie's nipple in my mouth and the silky soft skin of her thigh under my fingers. I started to move my hand slowly up Katie's leg, cautiously approaching the top of her thigh, ready to back off at the slightest hint of protest. Instead, she spread her legs wider, easing the way for my hand to draw nearer to her cunt. Talk about your green lights.

When I graduated from college I spent a year working in a supermarket as a stock boy. Obviously this was before I stumbled into my current profession. There was this girl at my store who used to wear these incredibly short skirts and it was a constant game with her to tease all the guys with brief glimpses up her skirt. One day I was unloading the weekly delivery from the truck and she was taking a break seated on a pallet of canned goods watching me. Every time I turned around she would spread her legs a little and I would catch a quick look at her panties. After about the third or fourth time she did this I realized that there was writing of some kind on the front panel. I started to take longer and longer looks, even though the unwritten rules said I wasn't supposed to be caught looking. Eventually I gave up all pretense and just started staring up her skirt, waiting for her to let me see what was written on her panties. If anybody had seen me, half bent over and staring up a coworkers skirt, I would've been branded a sex fiend and fired on the spot for harassment, but that didn't concern me then. When at last she parted her thighs so I could see the words I had to move forward to make them out, they were so small. Now I'm bent over, my face practically in her crotch and finally, I can read the writing. 'Open for Business'. I looked up at her, the shock apparent on my face, and she hopped off the pallet and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, whispering 'Take me home after work.' before scampering back to her job as a cashier. I think that was the only time I ever had a more obvious signal that I was about to get laid.

I may have had all the permission I needed to simply jam my hand between Katie's thighs, but as I said before, I'm not an animal. I did move quicker than I normally would, but I tried to maintain at least a semblance of decorum. It wasn't easy either. All I really wanted to do was rip both of our clothes off, throw Katie on her back and dive right in. Cry havoc and release the dogs of war.

At least part of me wanted to do that. The rest of me wanted to proceed at a more... dignified pace. I compromised. A little. If Katie hadn't sent such a clear signal my way that she was good to go then I would have taken my time moving my hand on her leg, testing the waters and proceeding only when I knew it was safe. And it's not as if I wasn't already living a dream. I was, after all, still flicking her nipple with my tongue.

So I compromised. I moved my hand off Katie's upper thigh and placed it directly on top of her panty covered muff. Only problem was there were no panties covering Katie's muff. That was enough to make me stop what I was doing and pull my head away from her chest in shock. I looked at her and she gave me a sunny smile.

"What? My panties didn't go with this dress."

"So you decided to go commando instead?"

"You're complaining?"

Good point.

"Me? Nope, not me. Un Unh. No complaints here. No siree."

She continued to look at me, raising one elegant eyebrow for emphasis and I returned to my former position, mouth attached to her nipple and hand back on her twat. The initial shock at finding Katie sans panties had passed, but certainly not the thrill, and now I concentrated on the feeling of her vagina under my hand. I immediately noticed two things. First, unlike many of her contemporaries, Katie still had hair on her lips and what appeared to be a distinct bush. Second, she was hot. Hot and wet. Okay three things. She had a bush, she was hot and she was wet. And I was in heaven.

This is where the compromise really came into play. Part of me wanted to skate right past all things foreplay related and on to the main event. Another part of me wanted to do things by the book. I decided I would do both. Sort of.

After only an abbreviated time with my fingers rubbing along Katie's vulva while I continued suckling at her breast, I got off the couch and started to kneel in between her knees. I had spent some time caressing her lips, now I'd spend another short period of time eating her and it would be off to the races. A few quick licks and I'd have fulfilled my obligatory duties at foreplay and could move on to the fucking with a clear conscience. That was the plan anyway.

As I positioned myself between her legs Katie gave me a big grin, the look on her face telling me all too clearly that she knew exactly what was coming and was as content as I was to move on to the next phase, "This is what happened next?"

This most definitely had not happened next with Melissa. I was much too inexperienced to try my hand at cunnilingus that day, and it would be weeks before Melissa would encourage me to. Even if she had suggested it that first time I doubt I would have been very open to the idea. Not that I don't like giving head, quite the contrary, it's grown to be my favorite sexual act. But at the time I would have considered it just another thing between me and my first time getting laid. And there had been more than enough obstacles placed in that particular path, thank you very much.

Of course I didn't tell Katie any of that, "Yep, this is what happened next."

"Show me." You know, I was beginning to really love those two little words.

Katie scooted forward on the couch a bit, bringing her ass to the edge of the cushion and spreading her legs even more. I pushed her skirt up so it bunched around her waist and got my first look at the sexy brunette's vagina. I already knew from my brief exploration with my fingers that she did not shave or wax all the hair off her pubic region and now I could see it wasn't really necessary. Katie had a very meager bush and she kept what little there was neatly trimmed. It was the kind that sort of swept out to either side from an imaginary center line, almost as if the hair had been parted by a comb. I found it very erotic. So many women shave most or all of their hair these days that anyone who didn't was automatically exotic by comparison. It helped of course that the hair was sparse. I like exotic, but 60's earth mama would have been pushing the envelope a bit too far.




Katie's Gift



I reached up with my right hand and started to touch Katie's lips as I leaned in closer to take a deep breath, filling my lungs with her fragrance. Using just my fingertips I stroked lightly along her labia, watching as her arousal grew and her lips slowly parted. I could feel the heat with my fingers and see the liquid evidence of her excitement. Taking my index and forefingers I slipped them easily into her heated tunnel, hearing the squishing sound of her juices as my fingers shifted them around in her pussy. Sight, touch, sound, smell. Four of my senses had been engaged already. Only one remained. Taste.

I removed my fingers and in something of a daze I brought them up to my face. I stared at my digits, examining them from all sides and contemplating the thin white fluid clinging to them. I had intended taking my first taste of Katie from the cream coating my fingers but quickly decided that I would prefer some directly from the source. Katie must have expected me to clean my fingers first as well because she yelped in surprise when instead I drove my head between her legs and proceed to lap at her slit like a parched cat.

I was holding my right hand out, index and forefinger pointed straight up and still covered with Katie's juice, looking like some kind of perverted boy scout salute, when I felt a hand on my wrist. Without removing my tongue from Katie's snatch I watched her move my hand to her mouth and proceed to clean her own lubrication from my fingers with her tongue.

Locking her eyes with mine as she removed the coating from my fingers, she pulled back when all traces were gone and said "I taste goooood!"

Having spent the last few minutes drinking directly from the spring from which those juices originated, I could only agree wholeheartedly.

Closing my eyes for a moment I focused on the feeling of my tongue as it slipped between Katie's folds, collecting whatever liquids I found and sending them down my throat. I spent several more minutes like this, indulging myself completely, allowing my tongue to experience every centimeter of Katie's pussy, sending it as deeply as I could into her tunnel or sucking her lips gently into my mouth. I was doing this mostly for my own pleasure, as I said, it is my favorite sexual activity, but it was also having a positive effect on the beautiful woman whose twat I was sucking.

Katie was moaning as my tongue ran through her and when I looked up I could see her eyes were closed and her face was scrunched up and she was biting her bottom lip. One hand was clasping the back of my head and the other was squeezing her still exposed boobs. Katie's feet which had been flat on the floor when I started were now off the ground and she had lifted her thighs up and rested them on my shoulders, crossing her feet behind my back. Katie was ready to cum.

This was made even more obvious when Katie began to press my head into her crotch as she started to grind her pussy against my face, her breath coming out in soft grunts, "Unh... Unh... Unh... Unh... Unh... Unh..."

I hadn't paid any attention yet to Katie's clitoris, the capture of the liquid ecstasy dripping from her box dominating my efforts to that point. If Katie and I had been lovers for some period of time I most likely would not have changed my focus just because she was close to cumming. There is a lot to be said for drawing out your partner's pleasure. Bringing them repeatedly to the brink of orgasm only to back away, prolonging the excitement as long as possible, thereby ensuring that when their climax finally came it would be overpowering and truly memorable. Since we were not long term lovers, probably never would be, I felt the exact opposite tactic was in order. I moved my tongue onto Katie's clit.

Her orgasm was instantaneous and explosive, "OH GOD!!"

Tasty too. Katie's hand was still pressing on the back of my head and her thighs were clamped pretty tight on either side. Her back had arched when her climax struck and her rump had yet to settle back on the crouch. I was trapped in place by this living cage, my face smothered by Katie's cunt. But you wouldn't hear me complaining. And not just because my words would have been muffled by the wall of flesh surrounding me. No, you wouldn't have heard me complaining because my current position afforded me an unrivaled opportunity to swallow every drop of Katie's cum as it virtually flowed into my mouth, the trip from her pussy to my tongue to my stomach being repeated dozens of times as we rode out her orgasm.

Even after Katie's climax faded and her butt was once again firmly planted on the couch I kept right on licking her slit, every remaining drop of her cum an eagerly sought prize for my tongue. And when there simply was no more of Katie's cum to be found I still didn't stop eating her. I could not get enough of her, of the feeling of her most personal flesh beneath my tongue. Say what you want of the intimacy of kissing someone on the mouth, to me, nothing is more intimate than giving head. So much for stopping after a few quick licks.

Katie let me continue lapping her vulva while she recovered from her climax. While my tongue was petting and soothing her labia, she was stroking my hair, each of us sort of floating in the afterglow of her orgasm.

We continued like that for a while until Katie looked down at me and with the sweetest smile said "That was wonderful. Thanks, I really needed that. Now stand up."

Stand up? Is that what comes next? Wait a second, there was no standing next with Melissa!

Seeing that I was having trouble processing Katie elaborated, "You have to take your clothes off, and I want to get out of this dress before we ruin it."

Take my clothes off. What a great idea! Just in time too, my dick felt like it was ready to make a break for it and the fly on my pants wasn't going to be enough to hold it back.

Since the moment Katie and I had begun to kiss each other my cock had been hard. When my hand landed on her tit, I was hard. When I moved my hand under her dress and my fingers brushed up against her vulva for the first time I was very hard, and when my tongue first slid into her snatch I was even harder. Being told to strip by Katie Holmes while she took off her dress made me hardest. That's right, hardest. As in, nothing in creation was harder. Not steel, not diamonds, not even understanding George Bush when he speaks spontaneously.

I did as directed and stood up to remove my clothes. I wasn't wearing much, and as I already knew neither was Katie, so it didn't take much time to get completely naked. We stood there for a few seconds checking each other out. I had seen just about everything there was to see of Katie, but that didn't stop me from leering at her nude body. What can I say, the girl is gorgeous.

And I wasn't the only one doing some leering. Katie's eyes were zeroed in on my crotch and she looked up at me with a very pleased smile, then looked back down at my penis. I'd seen that reaction in other women, so I wasn't completely unprepared for it. Let's just say I'm bigger than the average guy and leave it at that.

"Holy shit!"

Okay, I'm a lot bigger. Sue me.

Katie reached out and placed a hand on my shaft, causing me to shudder a little in response. It's a good thing she didn't grab me harder or I might have shot my load right then. Something tells me Katie would have been a whole lot less impressed with me if that had happened.

She stroked me lightly for a couple of seconds then removed her hand and lay down on the couch, looking up at me eagerly, "Take me."

Take me. Not show me. And just like that I had two new favorite words.

I moved onto the couch in between Katie's legs, leaving my left foot on the floor for the time being. Taking my cock in my right hand I rubbed the tip of it against Katie's slit, up and down, up and down. When she looked wet enough I pressed the head of my dick in between her lips and into her opening. I took my time so she could adjust to my size, I was really anxious to begin, but I had no desire at all to cause her any pain.

Katie's eyes had closed as the tip of my glans entered her and they remained closed as I worked my way into her vagina. Her left hand was down between her legs, hovering over my shaft and poised to grab hold if I moved too quickly or she felt any discomfort. Her mouth was open, forming a mostly silent 'O', and occasionally soft moans would creep out.

I moved in a slow but steady manner. Sliding in bit by bit until I could not go any further, I came to a halt with a little over an inch to go. Not bad. She hadn't flinched or called for me to stop even once. I paused like that for a few moments, giving Katie time to completely adjust to having me inside her. When she finally moved her hand away and opened her eyes I raised an eyebrow as if to ask if she was ready to proceed. She sucked in a breath, then another, then gave me a quick nod. I slowly began to withdraw my member, backing out until only the head was left inside.

I paused again for only a second or two then reversed direction and began the long slide back into Katie's pussy. I went somewhat faster this time and stopped just short of bottoming out. Immediately I shifted into reverse and withdrew my prick, again careful not to go to far and risk slipping out. This time I did not break before plunging back in, and again I went a little faster than the last time. This continued for several more strokes until I was moving in and out of Katie at a steady pace. With a rhythm established I maintained my rate for a while, watching for any signs of distress from Katie, but her eyes were closed again and there was a tiny smile on her lips. I think I was wearing one a tad bigger.

Now that I was sure that Katie was fully adjusted to my size I began to move in her with confidence. I repositioned myself on the couch, lifting my foot off the floor and lowering myself into a prone position, most of my weight supported by my arms. Katie opened her eyes as I settled into the missionary position, smiling up at me as I resumed my thrusts into her cunt.

Up to this point I had been paying so much attention to Katie's reactions that I hadn't really thought about what it felt like to be in her. I don't mean that I hadn't noticed the way her twat felt as I slid my cock between her lips, I would have to be dead not to notice that, but it wasn't in the forefront of my mind. In a way this was a good thing. If I had been paying closer attention I probably would have been overwhelmed by the sensations and I doubt I would have been able to avoid blowing my load in the first couple of strokes. But now that I was no longer keeping a close eye on Katie's response I was free to concentrate on my own feelings of pleasure. And God, were they intense.

Most of the intensity, I'm sure, came from the very real fact that it was Katie Holmes' pussy that I was currently nestled in. Imagine for a second that it was you whose member was slipping into, and out of, Katie Holmes. Picture yourself laying on top of her, your hips plunging down as hers thrust up, the hot, wet walls of her vagina molding themselves around your dick as it slides deeply into her, filling her completely. See her face scrunch up as her passion builds, hear her breathing grow more shallow, the little moans and grunts that keep escaping her lips as you drive into her again and again. Smell her arousal, the musky scent of a woman in heat and know that it is because of you that she is in that state. Now feel her breasts where they press against your chest, her hands and legs as they surround you, clutching you and pulling you into her deeper still, then feel the muscles of her snatch constrict around your shaft as you start to pull out, as she attempts to prolong your presence in her, extending her pleasure, if only for a few seconds more.

Got the image? Does it excite you? Good.

Now add to that the exhilaration you felt the very first time you got laid. Remember how every inch of your body felt energized, how every sensation seemed magnified, every kiss, every touch, even every puff of air felt more powerful than anything you had ever experienced. Remember how the knowledge itself, that you were about to have sex for the very first time, was almost enough to make you lightheaded.

Got it? Good. Now you have the tiniest idea of how I felt.

I was screwing Katie Holmes, while a small part of me reminisced about my very first time getting laid. It's not as if the two events were of equivalent importance to me. One was in the present and the other was in the somewhat distant past, and I'm pretty sure that my time with Katie is going to be the sexual highlight of my life. And while the first time getting laid is important and exciting, and should be memorable, let's face it, after a while it ranks right up there with getting your driver's license. It's a really big deal at the time, but after a few years and a few thousand miles the shine sort of wears off and it's just another trophy stuck in a box in a closet somewhere.

But every now and then you can pull the trophy out of the closet and remember what it felt like the day you got it. So when I remember that day back in college, I can still feel a lot of the excitement I felt then, and it was like that excitement when added to the absolute delight I was feeling at being with Katie created a kind of feedback-loop, building on itself until something had to blow.

In this case that would be me.

I had tried to maintain a reasonable pace as I moved in and out of Katie, something that would bring maximum pleasure to both of us while allowing me to last long enough for appearances sake. I didn't want it to be all over before it ever really started. That sentiment lasted about a minute before I began to gather steam as I concentrated on the sensations I was feeling, the intense pleasure I was receiving as my cock slid into Katie's cunt. The more I concentrated, the more pleasure I felt, and the faster I went. Soon I was pounding into Katie hard enough to rattle the pictures on the wall. At this rate I'd be lucky to last another minute.

"Harder!"

I looked around for the source of that absurd demand. When I looked down to Katie her eyes were wide open and she was giving me this hungry look which she accompanied with a small nod of her head. She really did want me to do her harder.

My reluctance must have been evident on my face because Katie reiterated her demand to me, "Fuck... Unh... Me... Unnnhhhhh!... HARDER!"

I had no choice but to obey. Okay I did, but I'm not a complete moron. I was fucking Katie Holmes. No way was I going to deny her request. Especially one that appeared to promise greater pleasure for her. As instructed, I stepped it up a notch.

Katie gasped as I went into overdrive and I, well I clenched my jaws. I could feel the muscles in my lower back and along the back of my legs start to tighten, a sure sign that I was getting ready to cum. I desperately did not want that to happen yet, not before Katie had her release anyway. But I had no idea how close she was. All I knew for certain was that she had cum just a short while earlier and that she was really enjoying herself at the moment. I didn't have a clue what it was going to take to make her cum again.

"Faster!"

Huh?

"FASTER! I'm gonna cum! OHHHHH!'

I had my clue. I began to slam into her even faster, praying all the while that it would not take much time to send her over the edge because there was no way in hell I would be able to keep up the pace. Something had to give. I could only hope it would be Katie first.

It was. 

Another ten, maybe a dozen, strokes and I felt her orgasm begin as her vaginal muscles contracted around my pole and she began to cry out, "I'm cum... I'm cumming! Son of AHHHHHHHH!!!"

I continued pumping as Katie was carried along by her climax, in part to maximize her gratification, in part because I really wanted to cum myself, I had been ready for what seemed like hours. The constriction of her tunnel around my shaft increased my passion and I could feel my orgasm getting closer, and then with one final push I came, and not without a few cries of my own.

"Katie! Oh FUCK! I'm cunnnggghhhh..."

My entire body clenched, even the chords on my neck standing out as I delivered my load into Katie's cunt, coating the walls of her vagina with spurt after spurt of my cum, my hips jerking spasmodically as I continued to thrust without really being aware that I was. Then, far sooner than I would have liked, it was over, and my muscles loosened and I draped myself over Katie's equally relaxed body.

I lay on top of Katie as both of us recovered from our orgasms. Katie rebounded more quickly, partly because her climax had already pretty much run its course before I even began mine, and partly because she just didn't need as much time as I did. She lay quietly underneath me for a while, caressing my body and placing little kisses on my shoulder, just enjoying the warmth and satisfaction that washed over the two of us.

Eventually I moved off of her and sat up on the couch, still feeling a bit tired. Katie lay still for a few seconds then she moved towards me and threw a leg over me so that she was sitting in my lap facing me. I looked at her as she pushed her hair back behind her ear with her right hand and we smiled at each other. Still not saying anything she leaned in and we began to kiss again. At first we kissed softly, with no urgency, no outcome in mind other than to sit there and enjoy each other while we listened to the rain as it continued to pound the roof of the trailer.

Minutes passed. Five, then ten, and still we remained silent, unwinding from a thoroughly enjoyable encounter. The urge to speak was growing in me. I felt that I should say something, that I should at least thank Katie for... everything, that I should tell her how this time compared with my time with Melissa. How much better it was this time. How much better she was.

Boy would that have been a mistake.

Instead I started to respond more to Katie's kisses, making them longer, letting my pleasure show as my hands began to wander her body once again.

When we broke from our latest kiss, Katie giggled a little and said "Whew! Somebody's getting frisky! Are you angling for another go?"

In answer I grabbed her butt in both hands and gave her a squeeze, pulling her closer to me and driving my hips up a little so she could feel my cock, which was well on its way to full hardness.

Katie giggled again when she felt me pressing against her, "I guess you are. Okay. I could be persuaded to go again. You sure you're up for it?"

I squeezed her butt again and lifted her off my lap a bit, letting my dick pop up in between our bodies. When Katie settled back in my lap with another giggle she began to grind her slit against my shaft while she kissed me. Every so often she would stop and a groan would escape her lips as her clit brushed over my member.

After the fourth or fifth time this happened Katie lifted herself out of my lap for a second and reached down to grab my pole in her hand. She lined me up with her opening and dropped down, impaling herself, succeeding in getting even the last inch of my prick inside her. For an instant I thought that Katie might have overreached, that she had literally taken on more than she could handle. As with the first time her eyes were closed, but this time they were screwed tightly shut and her mouth was closed, her lips pressed firmly together and I began to worry that she had hurt herself.

Until she exclaimed "Ah fuck that feels good!"

Katie opened her eyes and gave me a smile that might best be described as fevered. This is a woman who enjoys sex and enjoys it a lot. She began to move up and down on my cock. It might be hard to believe, but there is a good side to this and a bad side. The good side is that Katie Holmes was riding my dick and her pussy felt every bit as good as it rubbed along my flesh as you could ever imagine. Maybe even better if your imagination is not that great. The bad side is that Katie was in charge of the pace, and the girl likes to tease.




Katie's Gift



With her feet flat on the couch and her arms around my neck Katie had tremendous control over the proceedings, and she exerted it at will. At first she was bouncing along at a pretty good clip, a simple up and down motion that did not require much expenditure of energy but was very pleasant for both of us. She started to mix it up a bit by grinding her clit against my pubic bone occasionally on the downstroke. As time went on this grinding became more frequent until eventually Katie had stopped her up and down motions completely and had replaced it with a back and forth sawing motion that maximized the contact of her clit to my skin. This was accompanied by an increase in Katie's moans and I realized somewhat belatedly that the brunette was getting ready to cum. Again.

I didn't even have time to react before I felt Katie's cunt begin to spasm around my pole and she announced her orgasm, or she tried to anyway, "Oh... Damn!... I'm... Unh!... Unh!... Unnnnhhhhhhh!!"

Katie had thrown her head back when her climax struck and her back arched, pretty much making it impossible for her to move any significant amount until her orgasm ended and she could relax her tightened muscles somewhat. I started to push my hips off the couch just enough to move my dick a bit inside her. The stimulation was enough to keep me happy while Katie recovered, and apparently enough to get a rise out of her as well.

She lifted her head back to an upright position and re-clenched the muscles of her vagina tightly around my shaft, effectively freezing me mid-thrust. I looked at her and she raised both eyebrows at me while biting on her lower lip.

"You liked that?" I asked.

She gave a nod of her head, "Oh yeah!"

"Are you going to let me go so that I can get off too?"

This time an emphatic shake of the head, "Un Unh."

No? She said no? She wasn't going to let me cum?

"You'll get yours when I say so."

Oh. Katie wanted to play. I was okay with that.

I smiled my acceptance and Katie leaned in towards me, giving me a little kiss on the tip of the nose. She loosened her grip on my penis and slowly started to move on me once more. She kept her pace slow, drawing out the pleasure for the longest time, but not really giving me what I needed to reach orgasm. Keeping me close, but not close enough.

Until she started to tell me a story of her own.

"Anyone ever tell you you eat pussy like a girl?"

Say what? I eat pussy like a girl? Is that supposed to be a good thing? Is that a compli... I eat pussy like a girl? How does Katie know how a girl eats pussy?

Katie watched my face carefully as the thoughts ran through my mind. When she saw me reach the inevitable conclusion she broke out in laughter, "Oh shit! If you could see the look on your face! Damn that was funny!"

I didn't mind that she found my reaction funny. Not at all. I was far more interested in knowing if she really had been with another woman. And who.

"Well? Are you going to tell me about it?" I intentionally mimicked her question to me earlier.

Two could play that game as Katie proved so effectively, "Oh, it's not something you would be interested in hearing about."

Again, I mimicked her response, "You are so, so wrong."

We both laughed a bit but I was way too interested in hearing more from Katie to keep the laughter up. I tried feeding her back another one of her lines from earlier, hoping that she would give in almost as easily as I did.

"Tell me!"

Katie gave me a wide eyed smile as she shook her head no.

"Well at least tell me, was it someone famous?"

Her smile gone even wider Katie nodded her head sharply.

Yes. Damn.

I started to imagine some of the women that Katie could have been intimate with, each one hotter than the last. My cock twitched a little as I pictured Katie laying naked on a bed, her legs lifted in the air, the head of one of Hollywood's sexiest females buried between her legs. Another twitch. After a short while of some of the lesser lights, I began to reach a level more fitting to Katie's status as one of Hollywood's hottest.

Halle Berry. Twitch. Jessica Alba. Twitch. Alyssa Milano. Twitch. Rose McGowan, Jennifer Garner, Jennifer Aniston. Twitch, twitch, twitch. Eliza Dushku. Twitch. Sarah Michelle Gellar. Drool, twitch. Jennifer Love Hewitt. Drool, twitch, twitch!

While this line of gorgeous, extremely hot women paraded through my mind, each one there to service, and be serviced by, Katie, the star in my fantasy was in reality, still pumping away on my cock. She had even stepped it up a tiny bit. And she was practically dripping wet.

Maybe it was the lust that I'm sure was displayed on my face as I paired her off with every would-be-if-I-ruled-the-universe-bisexual-female star in America, or maybe it was the way my dick jerked inside her as I ran through the list, or maybe Katie was living out a fantasy of her own. Or maybe, Katie was not simply yanking my chain and she had a real experience by which she could compare my talents at cunnilingus to a woman's.

Whatever the cause Katie was dripping with excitement. She was coating my shaft with her lubrication, a white gooey ring forming near the base of my penis and being added to by every stroke. Katie had picked up the pace a bit after she had teased me about my pussy eating skills, but she was still taking deliciously long strokes up and down my dick and that plus the wet smacking and squishing sounds were driving me wild with desire.

I began to thrust my hips up, trying to speed things up a little so I could have my orgasm, but Katie moved to calm me down, "Ssshhh. Ssshhh. Calm down, calm down. Take it slow. A little longer and we'll both ready. Just enjoy it. Feel it."

I stopped trying to take over and let Katie control the speed. She kept it agonizingly yet gloriously slow, letting the passion build, letting the heat build, both of us feeling our flesh as it rubbed together, the friction, the sound of Katie's juices filling our ears, the need to cum building and building and building.

When I was positive that I could not stand another second, that I had to cum or die from the need, Katie leaned forward and whispered in my ear. A name.

My eyes went round in shock and I could only manage to get out one word, "Really?"

Katie nodded her head and said "Really."

I roared and grabbed Katie by the shoulders, throwing her onto her back on the couch as I pounded madly into her pussy. I had never been more excited in my life and I was slamming my hips into Katie's so hard I'm surprised we didn't end up bruised from the impact. If it had gone on longer we probably would have, but I was so aroused that I didn't need more than a few thrusts before I came with yet another roar, my sperm rocketing out and into Katie and triggering her fourth orgasm of the day.

For a moment everything stopped as every muscle in both our bodies locked in place, our mutual climax taking over completely. It was easily the most erotic experience I had ever had, bar none, and I'll go out on a limb and say that it was pretty high on Katie's list as well.

Eventually, as is always the case, our mutual orgasms came to an end and we were left with an incredible feeling of contentment, a feeling that for the time being at least, all was well with the world. Until Katie began to feel squished underneath me and started to push me off.

Instead of sitting up like anyone with brains would have I tried to roll off her and succeeded in rolling right off the couch instead and on to the floor, taking Katie with me. She landed on top of me with an "Oof!" followed by a laugh. I joined in and we lay there for a couple of minutes just enjoying what was left of our afterglow.

After a couple of minutes Katie propped her head up on her elbow and looked down at me, "Well, we haven't done it on the floor yet."

That got another laugh out of me and I reached up to cup her cheek, "Thank you."

Katie gave me a huge smile and turned her head to kiss my palm, "You weren't so bad yourself ya know. And you're welcome. That was pretty fucking awesome, especially that last time."

"Awesome doesn't begin to cover it. And you're welcome too."

Katie smiled at me again and laid her head down on my shoulder, not interested apparently in getting up from the floor or in putting any clothes back on. That was perfectly fine with me, I had no problems playing human pillow for her. We stayed like that, listening to the rain continue to fall, my hands wandering over Katie's bare skin, time and again ending up on her butt.

"Now what are you doing?"

"Nothing much. I just didn't get much of a chance to do anything with your ass, you know, fondle it, kiss it, fu..."

"Don't even go there! You're not sticking that 2x4 in my ass!"

I closed my mouth mid word.

"Actually, I was kind of surprised you didn't try something like that. Or try to get me to blow you for that matter."

A blowjob! How the hell did I forget about that. Wait. Maybe... It was worth a shot.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? That first time... After we were finished? Yeah, Melissa gave me a blowjob then. Right there in the maze. A wet, sloppy, loooooonnnng, blowjob."

"Yeah, right. Nice try. But I'm not buying."

I chuckled, "You're not huh? Well it was worth a shot."

"Maybe next time."

Next time? There's going to be a next time?

"So finish your story. What happened after you started making out with Melissa?"

My story? Oh, right, the story. There's going to be a next time?

"Nothing really. Well not nothing obviously, but there isn't a whole lot of story left. We made out for a bit, I felt her up a bit, and then I made my move. Sort of."

"Sort of?"

"Well, yeah. Actually Melissa made the move for me. She started to undo my belt, and when I got the message I undid my pants and pushed them down to my ankles while she removed her panties. Then we just did it."

"And that's it? End of story?"

"That's it."

"Well how was it? Did you make her cum? Was it any good?"

"Fast. No. Not really."

"Oh. I'm so sorry."

"I'm not. Because you see, I got to do it all over. And this time I think I got it right."

Another huge smile, and a couple of tears. Katie started to kiss me and unlike the other times there was real affection in these kisses. I think I may have gotten over my hang-ups about kissing.

Some time later we were interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone. I sat up with Katie still wrapped around me and looked at the clock. Almost 2:30pm. Damn! At least it hadn't stopped raining and I wouldn't have to explain why I never did finish getting Katie fitted for the remainder of the shoot.

"Hello?... Obviously... Same time tomorrow?... Let me ask her... They're scrubbing the shoot for today, we'll try again tomorrow. They want to know if you'll be ready to leave in 20 minutes?" I covered the pickup with my hand.

Katie started to move her hips, just little grinding motions into my pelvis, "Make it an hour. Tell them I'm making some phone calls."

"You don't have your cell phone. Did you want to use mine?"

Katie gave me a look that was usually reserved for the extremely slow-witted.

Oh. I relayed the information and ended the call. Katie's pelvic thrusts were starting to have an effect on me, as my cock slowly began to stiffen once more.

Even as Katie set the stage for a third act, she was planning ahead for the next day, "You said we're picking this up again tomorrow?"

"That's right. Hey, maybe tomorrow we could pretend it's your birthday and I could, you know, give you a gift?"

"Oh please! I expect much better than you for my birthday!"

Ouch! That would've hurt if she wasn't so busy grinding her wet pussy against my now fully recovered shaft. I feigned a pained look anyway. Maybe if I looked hurt enough she'd let me do her in the ass. Or at least give me a blowjob.

Katie laughed so hard she almost snorted. Looks like I won't be giving up my job in wardrobe for an acting career anytime soon. Smiling broadly, she leaned in and gave me a kiss.

When she pulled back she moved her lips closer to my ear and whispered "Tomorrow I get to relive my first time."

I swear, in spite of everything we'd already done that day, I almost came right then, probably would have if she hadn't followed that up with "How big a dick can you take in the ass? I have to know what size strap-on to bring."

This time I didn't have to feign anything. The look of pain on my face was real as a very unwanted mental image played itself out in my head. Peals of laughter filled the trailer and Katie fell onto her side on the floor. Realizing how thoroughly I'd been had I threw myself upon her and began to tickle her mercilessly. Her laughter only increased as she screamed at me to stop, trying in vain to grab my hands and end the torment of my fingers on her ticklish flesh.

I stopped after a few minutes and my hands went from tickling to gentle pets and strokes on her body. My erection had wilted somewhat when Katie associated my ass and a strap-on in the same sentence, but the subsequent tickle fest, and the current caresses, had brought me back to full hardness. Convenient, considering Katie and I were in the missionary position, her legs already wrapped around my waist and her hands clenching my butt.

"What would you say to another round? I think we have another hour."

What would I say? "Yippee?"

Katie laughed then uttered those two little words that had changed my life forever, "Show me."

I chuckled as I lined myself up with her opening and entered her. Katie's eyes closed and she let out a little gasp of pleasure as I slid into her for the third time that day. Show her indeed. I had an hour to work with. There were lots of things I could show her in an hour.

"So. Do you think you'll ever forget this day?"

Not bloody likely.

The end.

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The origin for this story will be apparent to anyone who has seen the pictures of Katie from her recent Vogue shoot. While I will admit there are elements of this story that are fact, let's keep in mind that this is predominantly fiction. The only parts that are true are the parts about me and Katie. Everything else I made up. I swear.

So that's it for now. Until next time. - Bill