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Star Struck Ch. 01

By: Tim Bisley



Usual Disclaimers apply. This story is a work of complete fiction, with some true facts thrown in just for spice. Kirsten Dunst, to the best of my knowledge has indulged in none of the events written about here. You have to be over 18 to read this story. If you're not, then I'll find out and chase you down one-by one until you've all been forced to sit through Freddy Got Fingered twice.

Seriously, I owe a lot of thanks to two people for finally getting this story done. First up is Rich Wilson for lending his time and encouragement when reading this story for me. Second is my lovely flatmate, who suggested two ideas that got me writing again when I had all but given up.

Feedback of any kind, good or bad, will possibly push me to repeat this experience with the next chapter, so please don't hesitate to drop me a line at the link below.

Chapter 1

I want to talk to you about my friend Rob Llewellyn. He's the luckiest SOB that I know, but he's such a good guy that I just about manage to resist the constant temptation I have to bludgeon him to death and steal his life in a very Mr Ripley-like way. My name's Rhys Williams, not that you'll have much need to remember it. I'm here purely to talk to you about the enviable life of Rob Llewellyn, the man you know as one of the most popular actors of our generation, but who I know is far more talented at chasing skirts than Oscars. If it wasn't for the fact that a lot of the great stuff (and great sex) that has happened to me was as a result of knowing Rob, I really would hate the guy. Instead, I love him. He's my best friend in the world and I'd never do anything to hurt him.

I wanted to get that point out of the way early, because once you get into this story you probably won't believe me. I said I'd never do anything to hurt him, but I don't think this book will hurt him and I think most of us would change our minds when offered a $10 million advance to write a harmless little expose. Anyway, I think that's enough exposition, I'm sure you all want to hear the secrets behind the screen star. From now on, I'll be like a silent witness to the events in Rob's life, easy for me as I either was there, have seen the secret video or have had Rob describe the scene vividly over a few beers.

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All Rob's life, he wanted to become a renowned actor and was convinced it would happen for him. That's pretty much the most important fact to impart about him, it was his driving ambition and at times it made him quite ruthless. Unusual for him, because in all other matters, he was so laid-back, he was almost horizontal. He's always been a great guy and a good laugh to be around, making him popular with just about everybody. You all know those handsome features well- enough by now. Six foot one tall, short brown hair, deep blue eyes and manly jaw. Not to mention that well-built body. Couple these looks with his genuine love of anything to do with acting and his very real talent as a thespian and you're looking at a bona fide Hollywood star in the making right? Well, there were a few little obstacles in Rob's way.

First of all was his place of birth. Rob and I were not attending Beverly Hills High or anything like that; we attended a rather run-of-the-mill school in rural South Wales, not an area renowned for Hollywood talent spotters. This did nothing to hamper Rob's enthusiasm however as a path had already been blazed for him by actors of the quality of Richard Burton, Anthony Hopkins and, erm, Catherine Zeta Jones. With this kind of pedigree, it seems that our little area of the world can produce great actors and helped Rob believe that he could one day make his own mark in Hollywood.

The only other serious obstacles in Rob's path were his parents and the lack of opportunities to act in his life. He overcame the latter problem by acting in every school play available, always trying to get the lead. He also went to as many auditions as his parents would take him to, including one to become the Milky Bar kid (He always swears blind he was the runner-up only because this other kid already wore the glasses required for the role. "Talentless hack, he'll never amount to anything!" Rob's fond of saying when he's deep in his cups. Amazing how your childhood experiences stay with you no matter what you do in life). There were always more auditions than he could attend, mostly because his parents weren't happy wasting their weekends doing 7 hour round trips to London. They both had good, solid office jobs and didn't want their son throwing his life away trying to become an actor while working in bars and restaurants to pay the bills.

Rob was all set to leave school at 16 but was convinced to continue with his education when he realised that going through higher education would give him five years of financial support from his parents, the opportunity to move to London and plenty of spare time to act. Needless to say his final degree, which he earned at an anonymous London- based University, wasn't quite of the highest standard. Not that I can talk, my three years there are a haze of beer, birds and bongs. In case you're wondering, I wasn't following Rob round like a lost puppy, I was following him everywhere because he was my best mate and I wanted to meet celebrities. Anyway, that's enough of my life history for now; I want to get to the part of this story where exciting things happen. Basically, I want to start telling you all about the hot sex with Hollywood nymphets that you bought this book to learn about.

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Rob was now 24, two years removed from graduation and still living in London. His acting career was busy, if not exactly full of quality. Rob acted mainly in obscure London plays that attracted friends of the cast members and about 20 real paying audience members, and made some one-line appearances in terrible TV shows (most of them will make a young Russell Crowe's appearance in the soap Neighbours seem Oscar quality).

Rob had signed on with a company that was not so much of a talent agency as a talent farm. Whenever they got a call for a role, they matched people up with the role based on whether they were for the right gender for the character, not if they had the required skills. This method of throwing as many actors at a role as possible seemed to pay off occasionally and some people made it big through this method. Rob endured many auditions this way and finally was one of the lucky few who hit pay-dirt.

Most of these casting calls were for TV shows, but with the increasing amount of feature films being made in the UK, Rob was occasionally sent to big-budget Hollywood productions and the competition between the wannabe-actors reached biting each others' legs off levels. This was one of those occasions; a well-funded romantic comedy set at the famous Wimbledon tennis tournament called, imaginatively enough, Wimbledon. It had the added benefit of starring the object of many of Rob's fantasies, Kirsten Dunst.

It was an interesting sounding film, Rob thought it possible that that it could become a break-out hit in the vein of Four Weddings or 10 Things I Hate About You and so was even more desperate than usual to get a part. They were casting for various male roles, mainly background scenery or male tennis players with only a handful of lines. Rob had some small hope of winning the role of a snobbish, vain player who took a liking to Kirsten's character, a talented female tennis player. It was a showy little role that might just catch a few peoples' eyes if played with the right note.

Rob waited in an obligatory featureless corridor along with hundreds of other hopefuls until his name was finally called. "Rob Llewellyn?" called the PA, looking around with a distinctly bored expression on his face. Rob stepped forward and he was ushered into a large conference room with two men and a woman sitting at a table. He was handed a script by the PA and told that he would be reading the part of the snobbish tennis player he so wanted to portray. Rob couldn't have asked for a better stroke of luck, believing his constant rehearsals over the last few days had led to him nailing this character.

Rob adopted the arrogant strut and sneer that he had honed in the mirror over the past week and began speaking the lines in a foppish voice that he thought was perfect for the role.

"I see you'll be partnering Manuel Chavas in the mixed doubles, Ms. Sullivan, I do believe you would have had more success accepting my generous offer to join."

"Oh my God! It's the man in the pink stockings!" This half- shout/half-scream echoed across the room as the woman at the table rose to her feet.

I should probably choose this moment to share some things with you, my dear readers. I assure you that your beloved Rob Llewellyn is no transvestite and while he find nothing wrong with those who enjoy wearing women's clothing, he personally prefer to be taking a woman out of them. Why is this apparently sane woman shouting such a thing then? Well it has to do with an obscure play Rob's been starring in that was written, produced and directed by friends of ours, the Rutledge brothers. If it was on in New York, it would be as Off-Off Broadway as you can imagine. A modern, nihilistic reworking of Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island. With a transvestite Jim Horner in garters and pink stockings. Not as bad as it sounds I assure you. No, I take that back, it is as bad as it sounds.

Once the screaming lady, who turned out to be Beth Staunton; the lady in charge of casting for these parts, explained the situation to the others, Rob was allowed to carry on his audition. However, he was now uncomfortably aware of Beth's eyes all over him, paying particular attention to the crotch and butt areas of his trousers. Rob finished his audition well enough and was told that he'd be contacted soon. Despite Rob's honest desire to win roles on merit, he did harbour a guilty hope that Beth's obvious attraction towards him would help improve his chances. If he got called back for a second audition, he decided that he would turn on the charm. Beth was a little plain, not the sort of woman Rob usually went for, but he really needed this break. He went to sleep that night full of hopes of landing his first film role.

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The news Rob received the next day was better than he expected. Beth's assistant called and asked that he turn up at four promptly for a second audition. This was obviously the kind of news that put Rob in a pretty good mood and he decided to wear his tightest pair of trousers in an attempt to boost his chances further. He slapped on his best after- shave and planned the best way to get the role. He assumed by her looks that Beth was hardly going to be used to lots of attention from guys, so he decided that he'd come on strong and get the role, then back off later, fulfilling none of the hinted-at promises. Yes he was being an asshole, but he was young and he was desperate for this break.

When he arrived at the casting offices, located in Ealing, he was surprised to find the place almost deserted, barring a security guard who directed him towards Miss Staunton's office. It was only now that he realised he was being called for a second audition on a Sunday, a puzzling fact that had previously been unable to register in his euphoria- filled mind. He stopped in front of her door and took a deep breath to steady his nerves, then knocked.

"Who is it?" came the calm voice from inside.

"It's Rob Llewellyn, the best actor in pink stockings the world has ever seen."

"Come on in," Rob strode into the room confidently, telling himself that this was it. Impress Beth here and celebrity beckoned, along with the all-important perks that went with it. Thinking these exciting thoughts, it took Rob a few seconds to register the woman sitting behind the desk. When he did, his jaw dropped most of the way to the floor.

"Be a dear and shut the door behind you," Beth said calmly, prompting Rob to do as she asked. Her calm voice was somewhat at odds with her outfit. She sat with her feet propped up on her desk, her whip lightly tapping against her thigh-high leather boots. Above this Rob saw her fishnet stockings and crotch-less black leather panties. Sitting as she was with her legs slightly apart, he could see her pussy lips glistening slightly, looking as if the whip had already served one purpose today. From there up, she was wearing a leather bustier that covered her up to her neck, cut only to show her erect nipples. Her face was the ultimate revelation however, she had her hair tied back and she was transformed into a sexy, if stern, siren. Rob thought it was the most convincing transformation from plain Jane to sexy strumpet he'd ever seen, even more impressive than the one in She's All That.

"Rob, I sense that you really, really hunger to make it as a film star." Her smile was distinctly predatory in nature and Rob's demeanour had swiftly changed from hunter to hunted. "I'm obviously in a position here to advance your career significantly, but I think you're going to have to prove you really want it. Otherwise, you'll be back treading the boards in your sexy pink stockings and I think we all know what a waste of talent that would be. I'm going to make it very easy for you to get what you want." The way she spread her legs on the desk, separating her cunt lips ever so slightly, told Rob that she knew there was now at least two things that he wanted.

"What I require of you is that you follow all of my commands for the next few hours. I can guarantee that unless you prefer the company of men, most of the orders are going to be very pleasurable for you. I'll give you a minute to think it over, as I'm sure your male pride is battling your desperation for this role."

Her insight had merit, but it was a long way wide of the mark. Rob had come in here ready to seduce her if needed to get this role. Now he found himself involved in an inverted casting couch situation and was quite happy to send Beth on whatever kind of power trip she wanted. He pretended to hesitate though, guessing that part of Beth's enjoyment of this game came from making him do something he would never normally do. All the while he was pretending to think, Beth was doing what she could to tempt him, running the handle of the whip up and down her pussy, every so often pushing the handle in a few inches. The show was definitely having an effect on Rob, the slowly-growing tent in his trousers causing a gleam to appear in Beth's eyes.

Rob decided he had pretended for long enough and moved towards Beth, hands outstretched before him. He was brought up short by the whip being rapped against the knuckles of his left hand, causing a not inconsiderable amount of pain.

"Aaagghh!" Rob called out, "What was that for?"

"Rob, Rob, Rob." Beth said in a chiding tone, as if she was speaking to a small child. "If you want the role, you have to take this seriously. You don't do anything until I tell you and you do what I tell you to do without hesitation. If you follow these simple rules then I guarantee you the part. Agreed?"

"Agreed" Rob said without hesitating.

"Ok then. The first thing you're going to do is come around this desk and eat my pussy better than you have for any woman before. You will also carry on until I tell you to stop." Having said this Beth spread her legs wide and looked at Rob expectantly.

Rob dropped to his knees in front of her and began his work. He slipped his hand down onto her sparse bush and quickly found her clit. With one finger he stroked it expertly, quickly raising Beth's arousal levels. She gripped the armrests so hard her knuckles were beginning to turn white and she ground her ass against the chair in time to Rob's ministrations. Rob chose this moment to push his finger inside her, finding her not only warm, but also very tight. This combined with her quick arousal convinced Rob that she wasn't as practised at this scenario as she appeared. He was actually worried that he might hurt her, but she quickly convinced him otherwise, pushing herself down onto his finger. She began to moan quietly and Rob decided it was time to show her even more pleasure.

Rob has often talked about how much he loves the taste of pussy and Beth was no exception to this. She tasted good and Rob's tongue teased her expertly, plunging between her lips one second, flicking her clit the next. Beth gasped in pleasure and grabbed Rob's head, pushing his face deeper into her pussy. He picked up the pace, licking at her lips faster and faster, lapping at her juices as they quickly began to flow. Beth's breaths became shorter and quicker, leaving Rob convinced that she was about to come and come big. He chose this moment to pull away, rocking back on his heels.

It seemed to take Beth a few seconds to realise what had happened and when she did, her face showed more need than anger. "Just what do you think you're doing?" she asked. "Have you decided that you don't want to be in this film all of a sudden?"

"Not at all" Rob replied calmly, the effect only slightly spoiled by the pussy juice spread all over his face. "I've just decided that the fun you're having seems to be worth more than a little bit-part with just a few lines. I think a man of my. talents deserves a far more choice role. Now don't go getting annoyed" he quickly cut off the protest that she was forming. "If you give me the role of the bartender in the player's lounge, I'll give you the best experience of your life." He said this with such a look of seriousness on his face that it was impossible to do anything other than believe him. His reading if the script had convinced him this was the best supporting role available and he thought he saw a chance to get it.

"That's out of the question Rob" Beth replied, quickly adding "but I'm sure we could give your part a few more lines, flesh him out a bit."

"Sorry, not interested" Rob said, while getting to his feet and moving towards the door. His hand was on the handle when she called out again.

"Ok, you win." Beth met his eyes and said "I'm not only doing this for the sex. Your performance on stage proved to me that you can act, but you better show me a hell of a good time or you can forget it!"

Rob took a look at the clock and said "How does at least three orgasms in the next ninety minutes sound to you?"

"That'll get you the job" Beth replied "Now I think you were in the middle of something?"

"Indeed I was" Rob dropped back down between Beth's knees and continued where he left off. It only took him a few minutes to get her back to the stage she was at before, at which point Rob backed off a bit and teased her, taking her to the brink of an orgasm and then throttling back. Finally he attacked her like a starving man, working her over until she climaxed violently. Her hands gripped Rob's hair almost painfully as she bucked her hips and came all over his face, Rob happily lapping away at it.

Rob gave her a moment to recover, taking the time to slip his shirt over his head and drop his trousers to the floor. Once she had recovered, Beth took the time to admire his physique, fit without being overly muscular and with what looked to be a pretty decent package behind his boxers.

"If you can get me ready, we can start working on orgasm number two" Rob said with an arched eyebrow. It was Beth's turn to drop to her knees, leather boots and all, as she quickly pulled Rob's underwear down, revealing his semi- erect cock. She slowly lowered her mouth over it, taking only a few seconds to engulf it completely. Her hot breath brought Rob's soldier (he was definitely getting a promotion after this) to full attention pretty quickly, at which point Beth pulled back to leave only the head in her mouth. After bobbing her head on it a couple of times, she removed her mouth, choosing instead to jack his cock while her other hand was busy between her legs. She continued like this for a little while, before dropping her head back onto his shaft, using her tongue to good effect. Her mouth went further, opening wide, and Rob felt her tongue slide down the underside of his cock all the way down to his balls. The tip reached the back of her mouth, pressing slightly against her. She pulled back, taking only the head, sucking and slurping as Rob's pre-cum mixed with her saliva. Her jerking continued, regular and gentle until Rob told her to jump up on the desk.


Star Struck Ch. 01



Hey guys, here's my new story I've been working on. This will be my last story for a couple of years due to personal commitments but, hopefully I'll be back in two years. The story is complete and the following chaps are submitted/pending approval. Sorry but I have yet to get an editor because I am on a tight schedule right now, so please bear with any mistakes.

This story and all it's characters are a work of fiction. 

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"Tell me again why he has to stay here with me?" I asked my mom over the phone. I walked over to my couch and dropped onto it, sinking into the cushions. 

"I told you, there was a screw up at the hotel and they overbooked. C'mon, I know you don't like them but he's different. He's nice." I rolled my eyes. I found that statement hard to believe. Of all the actors that my mom has managed, none of them were nice. All just a bunch of stuck up snobs who thought they were better than everyone else. 

"Yeah sure. That's what you said about Sarah Hawthorne and we all know what kind of person she turned out to be." Sarah Hawthorne was my mom's last client. She was a sweet girl in the beginning, very polite and seemingly nice. That all changed in two weeks. She went from sweet girl to crazy diva bitch. My mom dropped her as a client soon after. "Besides, aren't there other hotels he could stay at? It's Miami, I'm pretty sure there is someplace else he can stay.

"I admit that time I was wrong about Sarah, and no there are no other hotels. They're all booked because of some convention in town or something. C'mon Justin, he's seriously a nice guy. I've been working with him for the past six months and he's my favourite client to date." She reasoned, trying to find any way to win this argument. 

"Well of course he's your favourite, he's the most successful of all of them. He's like ten times more famous than anyone you've ever managed. The nice façade is probably all an act, I mean he is an actor after all." I countered. I really wasn't looking forward to sharing my home with him and I was trying to come up with any excuse, pathetic or not, to get my mom to change her mind.

"C'mon at least meet him first. I swear if you don't like him we can find some other place for him to stay. It's only one week. Besides, must I remind you that that house is still technically mine?" I rolled my eyes. She loved holding that fact over me, especially when she's desperate to win an argument. I looked up at the ceiling and sighed. I had been living in the home I was in for as long as I could remember. My parents bought it when I was only 2 when they found our old apartment getting a little too small. When my father died when I was 18, the ownership of the house fell to my mother.

"Why can't he stay with you and Ben? You guys have that extra room." Ben was my stepfather. After my dad died, my mom went into a kind of funk and Ben helped her through it. He was her best friend and I guess he had always liked her. I liked Ben too so I wasn't really against it when Ben asked my mom to marry him. Although the house I stayed in was still owned by my mother, she never liked staying there since my dad died; she said it brought back sad memories. For me it was the opposite. I remembered all the good memories with my dad there, hence why I was still living in it.

"The bed is gone. The room's been converted into an office." She said. I sighed and decided it was time to throw in the towel seeing that I was just fighting a losing battle anyway.

"Fine, how long till you guys get here?" I asked

"Thanks hun. We'll be there in ten minutes. See you." She said before hanging up. I hung up and dropped my phone onto the couch. I placed my arm over eyes and let out a long breath. I knew I had to just suck it up and tough it out. I mean I didn't actually know the guy so he could really be nice. I scoffed at my own statement, finding it hard to believe even when it was coming from my own mouth. My admiration for celebrities had simply turned into a loathing over the years.

At the age of 22, my life was almost perfect. After completing culinary school, I took over my father's old restaurant business, with help from my best friend, Ryan Goode. Ryan had majored in business management so he helps run my business while I deal with the kitchen related stuff. Unknowingly, the restaurant took off in a few short months, becoming a must go to place in Miami for good food. Yep my life was almost perfect. 

I say almost because I was missing one thing that I desperately wanted which was to find someone to settle down with. When I came out at fifteen to my parents and Ryan, their reactions were better than I could have hoped for. I wasn't effeminate or anything so it did shock them a little, but they supported me. In fact, it made me closer to my dad for some reason. We talked to each other more and just bonded. It was this bonding that really got me into cooking in the first place, because my dad was a chef too.

My mom worked as an acting agent, hence why I was going to be sharing my home with Chris McCray. When I was younger I used to think my mom had the coolest job, meeting different celebrities and all, but after meeting a few of her clients, I realized all of them were just snobs. What made it worse was that they weren't even famous. They were all just starting out in the business and none of them ever made it big. I'm not one to laugh at other people's misfortune but those douchebags deserved it. Now I'm not saying that everyone in the business is a bitch, there were definitely some nice people who were really down to earth, it's just that my mom had a knack for getting horrible clients who couldn't act to save their lives.

Well that was until Chris McCray of course. He was big, like Oscar buzz kind of big. He had started off on a T.V. sitcom and skyrocketed to fame. He moved on to make films of all kinds and had gotten himself quite a following. In fact, he's the biggest client my mom had ever worked with. What was making me dread that coming week, knowing my mother's track record with bad clients, was that a big star would most probably be an even bigger ass in comparison to the others. 

I waited on my couch and true enough, ten minutes later I heard the rumble of a car engine pull into my driveway. I could always count of my mother to be horribly punctual; I guess a trait needed in her line of work. I went over to the door and opened it, leaning against the wooden doorframe. I watched as my mom exited her blue Toyota Prius, her perfectly straight auburn hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She was a petite woman, roughly a 5'5" frame. A smile graced her features as she spotted me and I gave her a small wave.

I looked over as the passenger door opened and out came Mr Chris McCray. I looked him over, a bored expression on my face. I looked at his face, which was so familiar, what with all the magazines he had been on the cover of. His perfectly coiffed brown hair falling slightly onto his forehead, a perfectly shaped nose, leading to his lips which were framed by his god carven square jaw. At 21 years of age, he looked a lot older than he was, but in a good way. He was very handsome and had just the touch of a boyish cute charm. 

He stood outside the passenger door, his brown eyes taking in the house in front of him. My house was a nice two-storey home, but from the front of the house, it looked smaller than it actually was. The house was in fact moderately big and had a homey feel to it, but it was nothing compared to the five star hotel he was supposed to be staying at. I waited for some smart comment about how it looks 'quaint' but it never came. Instead, he surprised me when he smiled. "Awesome, the place looks great Jo." He said to my mom.

"I thought you might like it." She replied. He nodded and continued his scan of the front of the house. He finally noticed me standing there and smiled, giving a small wave, to which I nodded my acknowledgment. He proceeded to the trunk to get his suitcase while my mom came up to me. She and Ben had a house in Miami but they both lived in L.A. most of the year, so it had been over eight months since I had seen her. She hugged me tight, pulling me into her vice like grip. "Hi hun, it's good to see you again." 

"Good to see you too mom. This would be a nice reunion if not for the company." I said.

"Be nice." She whispered and I grumbled, pulling away. Chris came walking up behind her, pulling his luggage behind him. He stopped on the front porch and extended his right hand. From where he stood I could tell he was slightly taller than my 5'10".

"Hi. Chris McCray." He introduced himself.

"I know who you are." I replied, shaking his hand anyway, but not before he blushed at my statement. "Justin Brigs." 

"Nice to meet you. Jo has told me a lot about you." He said.

"Has she now?" I said, raising my eyebrow at my mom, which she responded by shrugging her shoulders.

"So um...thanks for letting me stay here. I promise I will try to be as little of a hindrance as I can." He said. I was about to reply with a snarky comment when my mother, possibly sensing my intentions, interrupted.

"You're not a hindrance. Justin is happy to lend a hand, aren't you Justin?" She said, putting her arm around my shoulder. I looked at her and gave a fake smile.

"Okay? Um so where can I put my stuff?" He asked, motioning to his suitcase. 

"Oh uh, your room is up the stairs, first door on your left. Bathroom's next to it if you want to freshen up." I said. He nodded and headed to his room to put his things away.

"Will you cut him some slack? He's not like the others. And if I recall, you once had quite a crush on him." She said making me blush. 

"What did you tell him about me anyway?" I asked.

"Oh you know, this and that." She said, a smirk playing on her lips. "Just get to know him. You never know, you might like him." 

"I'll try." I replied sarcastically. At that moment, Chris came back down the stairs. 

"So Chris, just get settled and call me if there's anything. I'll be heading off. Don't forget to read your lines." She said.

"Yes Jo, I know what to do. Relax." He chuckled and waved goodbye. 

"Okay then, I'll leave you two. Bye sweetie." She said, patting me on my shoulder as she walked to the door. I waved my goodbye as she closed the door behind her.

"She can be such a mother sometimes...but I guess you already knew that seeing that...you know, she is your mother." He stammered, before blushing again.

"Riiight." I dragged. He had never struck me as the nervous type.

"Sorry I'm not usually like this." He said, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

"Whatever you say." I walked over to my couch and sat down, turning the T.V. on. I sat there for a minute before I realized that he was still standing behind me. I looked at him with a puzzled expression and raised an eyebrow.

"Um well I'm gonna go unpack." He said.

"You know you don't have to report everything you do to me right?" I smirked, causing him to blush again and retreat to his room without another word. His behaviour totally crushed my preconceived notions about him. I had always expected him to be a very confident guy but he was acting nothing like how I imagined. I was perplexed to say the least. Still I couldn't help but wonder if it was all a front.

I spent the rest of the afternoon watching T.V. before starting dinner around 6. Chris stayed in his room the whole time, something that I wasn't complaining about. A couple of times I actually forgot he was there until heard his foot steps upstairs. By the time I was done with dinner it was a quarter past seven and I proceeded up to the guest bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Yeah?" He said.

"Dinner's ready. You wanna come down or something?" I asked.

"Yeah sure, just give me a minute." He said. I walked back down to the kitchen and prepared two plates. A few moments later, Chris entered the kitchen. "Smells good."

"Thanks, I hope you like seared cod." I said, placing a plate in front of him. It was a simple dish, a fillet of seared cod, a side salad and mashed potatoes. He sat down and looked at the food. He looked like he had something on his mind and I immediately thought it had something to do with my food. He could afford some of the best restaurants in the world so I thought perhaps my food wasn't up to his standard. I kept quiet and sat down, taking a first bite out of my fish. "You know it tastes better than it looks." I said. 

"Right." He said, finally breaking his stare and taking a bite out of the food.

"I'm sorry if my cooking isn't up to your high standards." I said, a little bit too much malice in my voice. I hadn't meant to say it out loud, but it had slipped out. I knew it was cold the second it came out of my mouth.

"What? I wasn't...it's good." He said, looking down and pushing the food around with his fork. We ate in silence. I did feel bad for thinking the worst of him and the silence was not helping. I kept cursing myself for letting myself say that. As time went by, I realized that he didn't actually deserve my attitude. The way his face fell when I said what I said just made me feel horrible. He had done nothing wrong and the guilt was building up with the silence. By the time we both finished our food, the guilt was clawing at my insides. I glanced up slightly and saw him deep in thought, staring at the empty plate in front of him. I was about to apologize when he beat me to the punch.

"Did I do something wrong? Or is it just because I'm an actor?" He asked. I was a little taken aback.

"You know?" I asked, referring to my disdain for actors.

"Jo mentioned it. I did say she told me some things about you." He smiled.

"Oh...well what other things did she say about me?" I asked.

"Nothing much really. Just how you despise actors now." He chuckled and hearing it from someone else made me feel a little embarrassed. In my mind I had always justified my reasons for my prejudice, but hearing someone else say it just made it sound stupid to me. The silence returned and I kept myself busy by collecting our empty plates and putting them in the dishwasher. I stood over the sink when I was done, unsure of what to do. I looked at my hands while he looked at his. It was one of the most awkward moments of my entire life. Finally he said something to break the silence. 

"Well if you don't want me staying here I swear it's fine. I can find somewhere else to stay. I don't want to impose on you." He said and I could tell he was genuine, which only made me feel even guiltier. 

"No it's fine. I'm sorry though. You didn't do anything wrong and I'm just being a dick." I said.

"Nah, I understand where you're coming from. The Sarah Hawthorne type can be a bit to handle." He said, giving a small smile, making me chuckle. "But seriously though, not all of us are that stuck up. I like to think that I'm pretty humble...but I guess it's not very humble to say that." He said, rubbing the back of his neck for a second time that day.

"Are you always this articulate?" I asked, signs of a smile playing on my lips.

"No, not at all. I don't know what's wrong with me today. It must be me trying too hard to make a good impression." He laughed.

"Don't worry, good impression made." I said, to which he smiled and nodded thanks. He looked down at his hands and I didn't know what else to say. The awkward tension returned, thicker than before. I watched as his fingers traced the wood grain of the kitchen island top. My eyes followed the veins from the back of his hands, travelling up his well-built arms before disappearing underneath the red polo t-shirt he was wearing. The red fabric stretched across his chest, showing the outlines of his well-defined body. I shook the thoughts out of my head; it was awkward enough without popping a boner right there. 

I tried thinking of anything to say to try to break the ice. Trying to get to know him would have made the week a whole lot more bearable. "So...um...what are you in town for?" I asked, the only question that popped into my head.

"Oh, well we need to reshoot some scenes from a movie I filmed here a few months back. The director wanted to make a few changes so yeah, we're back here to film some stuff." He said. 

"So you had to fly to Miami just to shoot a few scenes?" I asked

"Yeah well that's the business. Besides, the scene is pretty intense if I do say so myself. Character driving stuff, really dramatic." He exaggerated to which I chuckled. Just then a phone started ringing from upstairs. "Oh that's mine, I should probably get that." I nodded before he took his leave. 

I waited for him to disappear up the stairs before leaving my place at the sink, walking over to my couch and sitting down. I was still feeling a little guilty about treating Chris the way I did but I tried not to think about it. He was a genuinely nice guy and nothing like I had expected. I couldn't help finding all his nervous bouts cute in a way and I found myself smiling at the thought. My phone vibrated, ending my train of thought. 

I pulled out my phone and read the text from my mom. "How's everything. You and Chris doing okay?" I chuckled and typed my response. "Yeah we're good. I guess I owe you an apology. You were right. He's nice." I sent it and a few seconds later the reply came. "Told you so." I smiled and rolled my eyes. It was so like my mother to gloat in my face whenever she won an argument. I was about to head to my room when the doorbell rang.

I pushed myself off the couch and walked over to the door. Before I got the door halfway open, Ryan slide through the opening, strolling in like he owned the place. 

"Yeah sure just waltz right in." I said sarcastically.

"Hey Justin." He said, ignoring my comment and immediately heading for my kitchen. I shook my head and closed the door, following him. I leaned against the wall as Ryan stuck his head into my fridge. "Ugh you need to stock something other than soda. At least some juice or something." He said, before pulling a can of soda out. Ryan was something of a health nut at times and he was always on me about my choice of beverages.

"Well here's an idea. How about I drink whatever I want and you go drink your healthy junk at your house." I said and he replied with a nonchalant shrug, opening the can and swallowing a gulp of the soda in his hand.

"So anyway, what's up?" He said, leaning -against the counter.

"Not much. I hope your not thinking of crashing here tonight?" I said.

"Why not? It's Saturday night. I always crash here Saturday night." He said. It was sort of a tradition we had ever since high school. Even after he had gotten his own apartment, he always wanted to stay over at my house. As a matter of fact, he hardly spent his waking hours at his place. He say's it's because it's the size of a shoebox, which was an understatement seeing that it was more than big enough for a single bachelor. 

"Spare bedroom's taken. I have a guest this week." I said.

"Oh really. Now is this 'guest' someone special or something?" He smirked.

"Geez man, I'm not talking about a boyfriend here." I rebutted.

"C'mon man I'm just playing. You do need a boyfriend though." He said and I rolled my eyes. "So who is it? Some distant family relative or what?" Just then Chris walked into the kitchen. Upon seeing Chris, Ryan's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. His expression must have made Chris uneasy as he blushed.

"Um sorry, just getting a glass of water." He said, removing his ear buds, walking over to the sink and filling a glass of water. All the while, Ryan stared at Chris in disbelief.

"Ryan, Chris McCray. Chris, this is Ryan, my best bud." I said. Chris smiled and nodded but Ryan's face didn't change.

"Um...nice to meet you Ryan." Chris said, walking back to his room. Ryan muttered something incoherent in reply, although Chris was already out of earshot. 




Star Struck Ch. 01



"Smooth. Real smooth." I laughed, snapping him out of his stupor. 

"Dude, that's Chris McCray." He said.

"Yeah I know. Weren't you listening when I introduced him just now?" 

"I'm assuming this has something to do with your mom?" I nodded at his question. "Dude this is awesome. I gotta go talk to him." He said, pushing past me and on his way out of the kitchen, before I pulled his arm and stopped him.

"No you do not. Besides, why are you so excited anyway? I'm the gay one remember?" I said. 

"I'm not interested in him. I'm interested in his best friend." I thought about it for a minute and it came to me. Amy Reaver. Ryan has had a major celeb crush on her for as long as I could remember and she was one of Chris's close friends. They even used to date for a short period of time.

"Dude, desperate much? She's like a superstar. Do you really think he can hook you up with her?" I said, trying to be realistic. Ryan looked disappointed.

"Well you can't blame a guy for trying." He said, finishing up his soda and crushing the can. "What about you? He's definitely eye candy right? He's in your house, maybe you should make a move." He laughed.

"Dude...just stop it." I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks.

"If I recall you once had a crush on him." He said. I put a hand over my face, trying to hide my embarrassment. First my mother, then Ryan. Did everyone know I had a crush on him? "Or do you still have a crush on him?" 

"Dude stop it. He's freaking straight." I whisper shouted.

"So you do still like him." He smirked.

"No!!!" I lied. Just earlier that day that may not have been a lie, or at least I would have thought it wasn't a lie. I guess I never really got over my crush on Chris but my utter disdain for actors kind of overwrote any feelings I had for him. After I realized that Chris was actually a nice guy, these feeling slowly started to return.

"Mm hmm sure. You sure as hell don't seem to hate him, not like you did with the others." He said. I pushed past him and walked over to the couch and sat down. 

"So what if I don't hate him. He's nice. Besides, I will reiterate that he is not only straight but also a celebrity. Even if I wanted anything to happen it wouldn't, so why bother to pursue it." I knew celebrity crushes went nowhere hence why I've been trying to bury any feelings I had about Chris deep down. Ryan just had to bring it up. 

He came and sat down beside me, putting his arm up on the back of the couch. "Give it a few days, you won't be able to take it. You would want nothing more than to climb into bed with him." 

"Well I'm not a horny bastard like you." I said.

"Give it a few days, mark my words. You'd be at your wit's end by then."

"Yeah like you aren't itching to go talk to him too."

"Is that a challenge? How about we bet on it. I bet that I can abstain from asking him anything about Amy Reaver before you go crazy with lust and make a move. Hundred bucks?" He suggested holding out his hand.

"Oh you're on." I said, shaking his hand and sealing the deal. This was one bet I didn't intend to lose. I had a lot more self-restraint than Ryan. 

"Be prepared to be a hundred bucks poorer dude. I think you're gonna crack by tomorrow." He said.

"Hah! Don't count on it. You're cracking right now. I can tell you're using all your might not to go up there and question him about Amy." 

"We'll see Brigs. We'll see. So seeing that staying here isn't helping me in any way, I think I will be heading off. Have fun with you know who." He got off the couch and walked over to the door, letting himself out. "By tomorrow." He reminded.

"Bye Ryan." I said before the door closed behind him. I shook my head, smiling. He was such a goofball, which was partly the reason why we clicked so much. We were complete idiots in high school. I got up and went upstairs, stopping outside Chris's room before knocking.

"Come in." He replied. I opened the door and saw him lying on the bed, script in his hands. I leaned against the doorframe.

"Hey. Sorry about Ryan just now. He isn't used to meeting celebrities." I said. He let out a laugh and put the script down, sitting up and resting himself against the headboard.

"Nah it's fine." He replied. 

"So when's the first day of shooting?" I asked, pointing to the script on the bed.

"Three days. Just spending some time memorizing lines." 

"Cool. Anyway, spare towels are in the bathroom cabinet if you need them. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you get hungry at night." I said.

"Sure thing. Thanks again." I smiled at him and he returned one. I felt butterflies in my stomach when he smiled. I shook it off and nodded before closing his door. I stood outside the closed door and let out a deep breath. Maybe this bet wasn't going to be as easy as I thought.



Star Struck Ch. 01



The woman watched the three tables across the isle from her. Sounded like they'd all just graduated from high school. All those carefree years. What had happened to hers? These teens seemed to be filled with excitement about their futures. If they only knew. 

Four really attractive young girls sat at the middle table; they were obviously the most popular. Seven or eight guys—jocks, no doubt—were all hovering over them exchanging yearbooks to sign. A few more less popular boys and girls at the farthest table were also passing around yearbooks. And then there was one boy, the apparent nerd, waiting patiently to hand his off. But was he patently being ignored? 

Finally, they were all ready to depart. One of the popular girls took longer to gather her stuff while the others filed out. Seeing an opportunity, the nerd approached her. 

"Angela, would you sign my book?" he asked. 

She looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Oh, Louis." Her tone was less than gracious. 

One of the jocks, Mike, returned. "Come on, Angela. Everyone is waiting." Then, to Louis, "Leave her alone, nerd." 

Angela giggled at that. But she grabbed Louis' opened yearbook, scribbled something with a smirk, handed it back and quickly followed the jock out before Louis could read it. 

At first, Louis Robbins seemed pleased—until he read what Angela wrote. Then he sank back in his chair, a picture of dejection. 

Having witnessed the display, the woman was reminded of a similar time in her life. She wondered how much it had contributed to the path her life had taken. "You'll probably never see any of them again, anyway," she felt like she needed to tell Louis. 

"Not as long as they think of me as they do," he responded looking up. 

"No, because I'm sure you're destined for bigger things." 

"What makes you say that?" 

"I'm a pretty good judge of people." 

"But you don't even know me." 

"Then, why don't we change that?" she said, feeling sorry for him. "Join me." 

Louis shrugged. Then he stood and stepped over to her table thinking that at least someone was being kind to him, more so than Angela, whom he'd had an attraction to for years. Although after what she wrote, he couldn't imagine why. 

"Don't worry about her," the woman counseled. "She's just a small town girl who puts out for the jocks to be popular. She'll never amount to much more." 

"More good judgment of people?" 

"I know her type." Quickly sizing him up, the woman determined that, aside from the moppy haircut, black-rimmed glasses and the out of style clothes, he was not bad looking. With a make-over, he could probably be very handsome. When he sat, she removed her large sunglasses and her oversized beret, and then shook out her flaming red hair. His eyes widened and nearly popped out when she undid her jacket to reveal a tight-fitting, low-cut knit shirt that showed the tops of two perfectly round, really nice tits. 

But the hair and breasts were not the eye-opener they should have been for a nerd like Louis Robbins, mainly because he had seen them before—on screen. His real surprise was in recognizing the woman to be a big porn star: Vermeil Chaleur. 

The realization caused Louis' face to turn . . . vermeil. That was because it was an admission that he watched porn. No telling how many times he had jerked off watching her movies. 

"Uh, oh, you recognize me," she noted, with a grin. 

Absent-mindedly, Louis nodded, and that admission deepened his embarrassment. 

"It's okay. I would have been disappointed if a—" she chose her words carefully "—young man your age—how old are you?" 

"Nineteen," he said hoarsely. 

"If you hadn't recognized me." 

"What are you doing here?" he asked in an attempt to pull himself together. And despite his earlier thought about her hair and breasts, in actuality, seeing them, or what he could of them, in person, was thrilling. 

"I grew up in this town." His stupefied reaction said he didn't believe her, so she added, "Everybody's got to be from somewhere." 

"I think I would have heard if Vermeil Chaleur was from here." 

"Surely, you realize that's not my real name." But the blank look on his face suggested he did not. 

"I guess I thought you were really French," Louis admitted, his embarrassment sinking to new depths. 

"Do you know what Vermeil Chaleur means?" 

He shook his head. 

"Red heat. It's a stage name." She gestured to the red hair. "A lot of people take sexually suggestive names as their porn labels." 

Louis nodded and pointed to her head. "Is that your real color?" 

"Only one way to tell for sure," Vermeil joked. Even though she shaved her pussy for the movies, she did leave a red strip of hair so everyone would know for sure. 

But Louis didn't get it. 

"We'll get to that later," she said, shrugging it off. "Are you really . . . what they accuse you of?" 

"A nerd?" Louis shrugged, hanging his head. "We live in a society where jocks and cheerleaders are the cool people, and those like me who are good in science and computers and enjoy science fiction are considered nerds. If the cool people say something is, then it is." 

Vermeil offered her warmest smile. 

Hair, tits and persona aside, Louis found it her most appealing feature. 

"I was where you are once," she confided. "Right here in this town. But I decided I was going to move beyond it." 

"You wanted to be a porn star?" There was no hiding the incredulity in his voice. 

She'd heard it before. "I don't think anyone sets out to do that. You're either in the right place at the right time, or the wrong place at the wrong time, depending on how you choose to look at it. For me, well, let's just say I was where I was, and here I am." 

"Do you really enjoy it?" 

It was a probing question that she'd asked herself many times, and even now at 40 years old, she wasn't sure she knew the answer. She stared out of the window to contemplate a response. "Some days you're glad you enjoy science and some days you want to be one of the so-called cool kids." 

Louis smiled at her analogy. 

He'd launched her into a philosophical mood. "I've been lucky. I got in with the right company. They took care of me and I've had a good career that's still going strong. I can do pretty much what I want. Unfortunately, there are others who get into this business who are not so lucky. Young kids defy their parents and move to New York or L.A. thinking they've got talent and they're going to become movie stars. But all they can get into is my business. They end up having to do some pretty humiliating things. It can be a tough line of work." 

"Sounds sad." 

"It can be. But with the Internet, hell, anyone with a video camera can produce their own porn. It's good and it's bad. And there is a lot of crap out there." She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so philosophical." 

"It's okay," Louis said. "But I can't decide if you're happy to still be doing it, or looking to get out." 

She gave him that heart-melting smile again. "You know, Louis, I meant what I said before. You're better than those other kids. You're very insightful. I could get out if I wanted to, and if things were like they were twenty years ago when I got in, I'd have to get out because all anyone wanted was a young, hot body. But today, there are MILFs and cougars, and so, still a lot of work for someone like me. And it's what I do." 

"Well, for what it's worth, you've filled a big void in my life." 

"Aw, that's sweet, Louis." After a few minutes of awkward silence, to make conversation, Vermeil asked, "So, you've just graduated high school. What are your plans now?" 

"I want to go to college, but it may have to wait. My parents were killed in an avalanche on a skiing vacation a few years ago. I live with my elderly grandmother, who is not in the best health. And there's not really enough money. So, between the two, higher education for me is not on the short list of things to do. I'll have to get a job, try to set aside some money for school." 

Vermeil did not detect sadness in his voice. It was though he was seasoned to adversity and had adapted to it. 

Louis did not want to bring the mood down with his sad story, so he asked, "So, what brings you back home?" 

She thought for a moment. It was just after lunch. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?" 

"Well, since the 'cool' kids didn't invite me to their graduation parties, I guess I'm on my own." 

"There are no other friends you can hang with?" 

"Even the uncool kids think I'm a nerd." 

He didn't seem too put out not to have friends. Again, he seemed to have adjusted to it. "Would you like to accompany me?" 

"Where?" 

"To see why I came back home," was all she would say. 

"Sure. I guess." 

Vermeil re-buttoned her coat, put her beret and sunglasses back on and they left the diner. Louis followed her wordlessly for a couple of blocks to a nursing home. She led him in and down a long hall, and then entered a room. 

A woman was lying in a hospital bed seemingly half asleep, but when she saw them her eyes opened wide. 

Louis immediately recognized her. "Mrs. Carter?" 

"You know her?" Vermeil asked, somewhat astonished. 

"She worked at the diner we just came from for years. Then suddenly she was gone. No one ever said why." Then he instantly put two and two together. "Is she your mother?" 

Vermeil held out her hand. "Lonnie Carter, at your service." 

"And that explains why you were at the diner," Louis surmised. 

"Nostalgia." 

"Nurse, can you fix my pillow?" the woman in the bed asked. 

"Yes, Mrs. Carter." 

"Are you the doctor?" Mrs. Carter asked Louis. 

Then it dawned on the young man. "Alzheimer's?" he whispered to . . . Lonnie. 

She simply nodded as she fluffed the woman's pillow. "I'll be back." To Louis: "Let's go." Once outside, Lonnie explained, "She's why I still do what I do. That place is not cheap." 

Louis had no idea what to say, so he simply followed Lonnie like a lost puppy. 

* * * 

A few blocks away, he followed her into an old house, which was typical of this part of the small town. Once inside, Lonnie took off her sunglasses, hat and coat as though she lived here. Louis assumed this was her mother's home. A glance around to photographs on various pieces of furniture confirmed that suspicion. He recognized Mrs. Carter in younger years, as well as, Lonnie. 

Lifting a framed picture of the porn star before she was one, Louis said under his breath to himself, "Well, that answers that question." 

"What question?" Lonnie had quietly stepped up behind him. 

When he turned to face her, he saw her completely for this first time in just her tight-fitting top that accentuated her nice size tits and displayed a seductive cleavage, and her short skirt that showed off a figure girls half her age would die for, not to mention very shapely legs. He also now noticed that she was not overly made-up as in her movies. She took his breath away. 

"What question, Louis?" Seeing his hesitancy, she added, "Louis, you've seen me completely naked with dicks in my mouth and shoved in my pussy. Surely, you can ask what's on your mind." 

She had a point, he thought. "Your, your . . ." 

Lonnie could see him staring at her breasts and thought she knew where this was going. "Tits?" 

"Yes. They were big when you were younger, which suggests they are . . ." 

"Real? Yes, they are. Would you like to see them?" 

"What?" Louis acted surprised that she asked that, and to some extent he was, although he somewhat expected it. However, much as he might like to, and he wasn't even sure about that, he politely said, "Oh, no, that's not . . . I don't . . ." 

"Louis, you've already seen them on film, haven't you?" 

"Yes, but I wouldn't expect you to . . . you would really do that?" 

"Well, I just don't whip them out for anybody, even though I'm naked on screen. But for a real fan like you; sure. Besides, I've taken a liking to you." 

"Why is that?" This woman was turning out to be a mass of confusion for him. 

"I told you. I've been where you are; except with me it was because I liked sex when I was your age and did it with a few guys and some of them had big mouths so I was branded a slut." Lonnie shook her head. "But they treated me just like those kids treated you today." 

"Did that have anything to do with you getting into porno; I mean that you liked sex." 

"To some extent." Lonnie chuckled. "And for someone who likes sex, it seems like the thing to do. Have it and get paid for it. But the way they make adult movies; good adult movies—the way I make mine—what you see on screen—like any regular Hollywood movie—are often just scenes that are not necessarily filmed in order and then edited together to make it look like very good sex. Hell, many of the guys can't keep a hard on and can only ejaculate once. Sometimes, the cum shot at the end is not even the same guy that was in the scene." 

"Really?" Louis had no idea. 

"Sorry, if I popped your bubble." 

"I just thought that if I could keep hard for a long time and could cum often, anyone could." 

"What do you mean? Are you just bragging?" Lonnie phrased it lightheartedly to not seem like she doubted him, but she did. 

"No," Louis answered defensively. "I don't boast about things I can do." 

"Show me," Lonnie dared. 

To say Louis was taken aback was an understatement. "I . . . I . . . What do you mean?" 

Lonnie smiled, enjoying his naïveté. He was delicious, so different from the macho assholes she worked with who thought that just because they had big cocks they were big shit. "Louis, we're planning a series of shorts: mother/son, your best friend's mother, your next door neighbor, things like that. We're looking for a young man with innocence but who can rise to the occasion, pun intended. Seriously, someone who can get it up and keep it up, come when we need him to, and if he can do it again on short notice, all the better. If you can do what you say, you would be perfect." 

"You want me to do porn?" he asked, thinking how incredible that sounded. 

"I want you to do it if you can do what you say you can." 

"I can." 

She noticed the confidence in his voice. 

"But I'm not sure I want to." 

Lonnie ever so casually removed her top, her breasts nearly spilling out of her sexy bra. "You can make a lot of money. Pay for college, take care of your grandmother." 

Louis thought about that as a solution. "What do you mean, mother and son, best friend's mother, next door neighbor?" he nervously asked, unable to take his eyes from her incredible tits. 

With a shrug, Lonnie described, "son loses girlfriend, mother comforts him, and it turns sexual." She and the producers had really only tossed some ideas around. No one had actually come up with any specific scenarios, so she was merely spouting out what came to mind. "Mom and son stop at a motel on a road trip, only one room available with one bed, they have to sleep together, and it turns sexual. Uh, mom is upset because dad is never home, thinks he's having an affair, feels ignored, she confides in son, it turns sexual. Dad's no good at sex, doesn't satisfy mom, she's desperate, son steps in, and it turns sexual. You go to your best friend's house, he's not home, you chat with his mom, it turns sexual. Similar scenario with the next door neighbor." 

"I get the picture," Louis said to stop her, feeling embarrassed. 

Now, Lonnie pulled down the side zipper on her skirt, slid it over her hips and pushed it to the floor. Her lacy bikini panties matched her bra. 

Louis didn't think he was drooling, but he wiped his mouth just in case. Her body was even more incredible in person. 

She reached out and touched his very hard cock through his pants, running her hand up and down his length. Her eyebrows bounced up to show she was impressed. She saw that he was not hesitant about staring at her breasts. She undid his zipper slowly to heighten his anticipation. He did not stop her—probably less because he wanted her to do this than he was frozen. However, she was anxious to see what he really had so she reached inside his pants and pulled out his cock. It was long and straight and . . . perfect! "If those girls at the diner knew you had this, they wouldn't have treated you as they did." Without another thought, Lonnie swooped down and took it into her mouth, slowly. She went as far down as she could without deep-throating it, then continued sucking unhurriedly. 

Louis threw his head back against the sofa covering his head with his hand. He sucked in his breath, groaned and then whimpered. 

Lonnie smiled inwardly to herself. She loved it when she could elicit such a response from a man . . . male. Taking his entire shaft in her mouth a dozen times, she halted and glanced up at him with the tip still between her lips. "No one's ever done this before?" Of course, she was certain no one ever had. 

All Louis could do was shake his head. 

She swallowed it again, picking up pace, causing him to moan. Stopping again, she removed her bra and shook her chest to wiggle her tits, then slid her panties off. She nearly handed them to him but decided against that, not wanting to throw too much him at once. 

Louis' eyes widened. 

Lonnie's mouth returned to his cock, which she augmented by grabbing and jerking with her hand. A few minutes later, she halted once more. "It's time you got naked." 

Now his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. But he made no effort to comply. 

She nodded her head as a gesture for him to do what she said. 

Slowly standing, Louis undressed as though he was in a doctor's office preparing for a rectal exam. When he finally stood before her totally nude, she was extremely pleased with what she saw. "Well, you positively do not have the body of a—" she made finger quotes "—nerd." 

That seemed to relax him a little. She patted the seat next to her. He sat kind of slumped, so she got on her knees, stooped over and went back to enjoying him orally. To her surprise and satisfaction, Louis reached over and placed his arm and hand on her back close to her ass 

"That's it," she said, pleased. "Now, come for me." And she stepped up her blowjob. She thought he might orgasm quickly just from the excitement of being with her and what they had done so far. But he didn't. She took a quick look at his face. He was in deep concentration. She wondered if he was just nervous. She'd seen it in young guys before; all hot to trot except when it came time to perform. But there was one trick that generally got them: she deep-throated him and fondled his balls. Each time she went down, she held him in her throat a little longer using her throat and neck muscles to milk him. 

Finally, he began to tense up and she knew he was there. In fact, she almost choked because she didn't back out quick enough. He blasted her throat and mouth . . . and he kept coming. Not only was his climax explosive, but he ejaculated the proverbial buckets. Lonnie couldn't swallow it all. She couldn't remember ever not being able to swallow it all—unless she just didn't want to. 

When, at last, he was expended, she looked up at him, semen dripping down her chin and neck, the look of disbelief on his face was almost priceless. To be sure, she asked, "You okay?" 

Louis nodded slowly, in a trance. 

"Louis?" 

He shook his head as though angry with himself for what he'd done. Then he explained, "I don't know what is more astonishing: that a famous porn star just gave be an unbelievable blowjob, or that I did all that." He gestured to the mess on her face, which she had made no attempt to clean up. 




Star Struck Ch. 01



"Well, for what it's worth, my young friend, I can't believe what you did." 

"I'm sorry." 

"No, no," she smiled warmly. "Nothing wrong. I've never not swallowed it all. You can really produce." 

Louis finally allowed a proud grin. 

"Would you like to eat me?" she purred seductively. 

He was taken aback. He thought sure she'd be sending him on his way. 

As though it was a foreign concept, Louis half nodded, half shrugged, not certain how serious she was. More likely, he never expected a girl or woman to let him do it. 

"Lay down." 

But he didn't hesitate to accede. When he was stretched out on the sofa, she positioned herself with her pussy just above his face. She instructed him what to do and how to do it, and he went to work. Satisfyingly, he was a quick and adept learner. She then went down on his wilting cock again, having never wiped his first load from her face. She thought it might provide an extra bit of stimulus. 

Louis was actually hitting many of the right spots. He had a talented tongue. Most of the guys she did in the movies were just playing for the camera. It was rare that she really felt something. But she was now. And it caused her to let out some sounds of pleasure. He was genuinely making her horny. On top of that, he was hard again. She was almost tempted to make him come again just to see if he was as good as his word. However, it was so delightful to have this virgin cock, she didn't want to risk him having only one orgasm left and wasting it on another blowjob. She wanted this bad boy filling her needy—and for the first time in a long time, wanting—pussy. 

"You ready to fuck me?" Lonnie groaned. 

Gaining confidence and finally realizing this might be his only shot with a real woman, a once in a lifetime opportunity, with no hesitation, Louis eagerly answered, "Uh-huh." 

"Now, you're talking. Sit up." He did and she positioned him just as if he was watching TV. She squatted over him and slowly impaled herself onto his pulsing monster. Once fully seated, she lifted her legs up, planted her feet on the sofa seat and started bouncing. 

Not having made much sound when he came the first time, Louis now let out a strained, high-pitched, almost cry; something one would do upon orgasm, not initial entry. But Lonnie quickly realized that this was an actual first for him, whereas he had masturbated himself to climax dozens of times. But it was no less pleasurable for her, and that amazed her. She wondered if it was merely the knowledge she was his first, that she was molding this sexually talented male into a fine-tuned love-making machine, or was he really that good? 

Louis' highly intelligent, logical mind that could comprehend things way beyond what any of his peers could, didn't know what to make of this experience. To think that he actually had his humble dick in the pussy of not only a woman but an incredibly beautiful woman, and then one of the most desirable porn stars in the world nearly made him want to faint. His above-average intellect included an all-encompassing command of the English language. He knew words the average person had never even heard of. But his befuddled brain could not think of any that captured the incredible feelings he was experiencing. 

Over and over his mind just kept reminding him that he had his dick in a pussy. Seemingly a simple thought, but it spoke volumes. 

Lonnie decided to turn around and face him. She grabbed Louis' hands and held them up against the back of the sofa, allowing her tits to slap him in the face. 

The thought of this being a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity made Louis want to make more of it. He freed his arms from her grasp and pawed her breasts. He'd never felt a woman's tits. This was magnificent. He rolled them around in his hands like they were . . . he didn't know what. He could think of nothing to compare them to. 

"Suck them," Lonnie urged. 

There was a thought. Louis slid his lips over her left nipple and sucked. Again, with no frame of reference, he didn't know what to do. But Lonnie was not correcting him so he must be doing it right. 

In fact, she cooed, "That's good." 

He did the other; just as delicious. Now, he moved his hands down to her hips and held onto her bouncing up and down. He let his hands drift around to her buttocks. 

"Yeah, grab my ass," she said. 

He didn't have to be told twice. He reached so far around that he felt his dick going in and out of her pussy. It startled him, almost like touching a hot wire. But it was further realization that this was real. 

"Let's try something different," Lonnie suggested. Without waiting for his concurrence, she eased off of his pole, eyes widening at the sight of it glistening with her juices, and got on her hands and knees on the sofa. "From behind," was her only command. 

Of course, he'd seen it done in movies—just like every other position. He arose stepped up behind her, one knee on the sofa, the other leg standing on the floor, and also as he had seen it done in many fuck flicks, he guided his iron spike into her bubbling hole. Louis further marveled at the fact that he was really now fucking her. In their previous position, she had really been doing all the work. He was actually fucking a woman. YES! 

Lonnie was so wet his penis just slid in and out effortlessly. He concentrated on the feeling of the inner walls of her vagina embracing every part of his shaft. There was absolutely no feeling in the world like it. Nothing he was aware of was any softer. And she wanted to make movies with him. How stupid was he to have said he wasn't sure he wanted to? Of course, that was prior to the real experience. And perhaps it explained why she had done this. It didn't really matter. Nor did it matter what ever happened after this. He would never forget this—or her. 

Lonnie had wanted to feel Louis in different positions. Some guys only fit right in one posture depending on the shape, length, thickness and curvature of their cocks. Louis was fairly straight as an arrow. He was nearly perfect in all four dimensions, but more importantly, he was learning how to adjust angles and rotations to touch all over. He wasn't just sawing, as so many did. 

"Okay, last position," she announced. "And in this one, you have to make us both come." She pulled away and rolled over onto her back. He didn't have to really change his stance much, except to sit on his sofa leg and squat his other. 

This wasn't quite a missionary position, but it was close enough, and despite the acrobatics producers and directors wanted their stars to perform in the name of intercourse, there was really nothing like the basic, the original, the old tried-and-true missionary. And Louis was really making it work for her. She felt something she did not feel very often: an orgasm building. 

"That's it, Louis. Keep doing that. You're doing it for me. I'm feeling it. Oh, yes, Louis. Yes, Louis. Oh, Louis. Louis, Louis, Louis. "I'm coooooommmmminnnnnngggggg!" She lifted herself up onto her elbows, held her tits. He leaned forward on his arms and she clasped them. He eased his other leg up onto the sofa and pumped harder. She didn't scream too loud since they were in the living room and someone on the street might hear. But she rode the wave all the way to shore. Wasn't the best orgasm Lonnie had ever had, but it was far from the worst. 

It also spurred him on. "I'm ready," Louis announced, somewhat calmly. 

"Not in me," she quickly said, hoping it didn't sound too off-putting. She was certain he was germ-free, but she didn't want to take a chance their first time. 

"Where?" asked, now urgently. 

With remnants still on her face, she said, "My tits." 

And so he did. Another massive load. He must have had the stuff stored up. Still sitting up, it rolled down between her breasts down her abdomen, puddling in her belly button." 

When he finished, Louis merely stared in awe. 

"You okay?" 

"Wish I had a picture of that," he informed her. "You drenched in my cum." 

"You can take one with your phone from the neck down. Not my face. Can't have it showing up on the Internet." 

"I would never do that. But I understand." Still he reached for his phone out of his pants pocket on the floor, aimed it and snapped the photo. He turned his phone to show her he did as she wanted. 

"There's a bathroom under the stairs. Clean up and we'll talk," Lonnie instructed, grabbing her clothes and strolling up the steps casually. 

Louis watched until she was out of sight, still hard. He shook his head and almost pinched himself to make certain this was real. But glancing around the room, he knew it was. As he stepped into the bathroom, he tried to envision a life as a porn star, and whether or not it was something he could see himself doing, for someone as poorly regarded as he was by his peers, it was beyond what he could fathom. 

* * * 

Naturally, he was finished and dressed before Lonnie. But it wasn't long after that she strutted down the stairs dressed only in a spaghetti-strapped top, obviously braless, that barely covered her naval, and really short cut-off jeans, which she had only zipped up halfway and did not fasten. It seemed likely that she nothing on underneath them. 

Louis followed her into the kitchen. Lonnie looked in the refrigerator and freezer, but did not find whatever she was looking for. She then walked around to the bar and sat on one of the stools with her back to the counter. Her breasts strained against the soft material of her top, the nipples clearly imprinted. "Hungry?" She asked. 

That was a question he hadn't expected, primarily because—he checked his watch—he didn't realize it was so late. Nearly six p.m. "I should probably leave," he said to offer her an out, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. 

"Oh, that's right. It's graduation night. You probably have places to go, people to see, parties to attend." She made it sound as preposterous as it was. 

The look Louis gave her matched her tone. "Then there's my grandmother." 

"And she doesn't think you're doing something on this auspicious occasion?" More derision. 

"Well," he shrugged. "She might." 

"So, she does?" 

"I might have suggested it on the off chance someone took pity on me," Louis grinned sheepishly. 

"And what would you have done if someone had? Go and be ridiculed like you were today?" 

"Gee, Lonnie, that was really uplifting." 

"You want uplifting? You've got talents you didn't even know you had." She patted the stool next her and he sat on it. She reached over and rubbed his crotch. "Right there. You were really good today, particularly for your first time. With a little guidance you could be a world class lover, not to mention a big porn star." 

"Why would I want to do that?" Louis asked with a distasteful frown. "That's not really the kind of profession you can tell people you do. Not the kind of people I know. Not in this town. And apparently, not you either, because you changed your name and no one here knows who you really are." 

"Relatives aside—which I gather is only your grandmother—who in this town really needs to know what you do? I come back here and everyone knows me as Lonnie Carter, and the only one who might really care, doesn't even recognize me. On those rare occasions that I see someone I used to know, particularly someone who treated me badly, we're both polite and cordial as though all that stuff was in our adolescent past, we exchange greetings and a minute of small talk, and go our separate ways, neither of us really caring that we even ran into each other. That's how it will be with you. It won't matter if you're a nuclear scientist, a classical musician . . . or . . . a porn star. And if you stay here, it won't even be that pleasant." 

Louis considered her words knowing there was an element of truth to them. "So, if it doesn't matter what I am, why wouldn't I want to be something I really want to be?" 

"And what would that be?" Lonnie asked honestly, playing along. 

"Something to do with science and computers," he answered excitedly. "Today's computers have only scratched the surface. I want to help build—maybe even invent the next super computer, or even the one that comes after that." 

"Now, you're talking way above my head." Lonnie phrased it lightheartedly, but she meant it. "That's a lofty goal. How are you going to achieve it?" 

Sadly, Louis hung his head. "I . . . haven't . . . quite . . . figured . . . that . . . out." 

"I can help you make that happen," Lonnie offered, sounding sure of herself. 

"By performing in your movies." 

"You could even go to school while making them," she pointed out. 

"Really? Where? California?" 

"If you like. There are some fine schools out there." 

"What about my grandmother? I couldn't leave her alone." He really couldn't. 

"The facility that my mother is in is very good. They take excellent care of her. It also has an assisted living section. Mom was in that section before . . . until she could no longer take care of herself. She loved it. Made some friends, the place had plenty of activities; she always had lots to do." Lonnie could see she had Louis thinking. She stood up. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. I'm thinking pizza. How does that sound?" 

Louis merely nodded absently, folded his arms on the bar and rested his chin on his wrists. Lonnie called in an order. She tidied up the kitchen while waiting, allowing him to mull over their discussion until dinner came. 

A while later, the pizza arrived. She put the box on the bar, set out iced tea—it was the only cold drink she could offer—glasses, plates, and napkins. She started eating. After a minute, she saw Louis just staring at her. "You going to just sit there and watch me? Want me to take off my top so you have something nice to look at?" 

Snapping out of it, Louis chuckled. "I like what I'm looking at just fine. As is. You don't always have to be naked to have someone's attention." 

Lonnie was touched. "Thank you, Louis. That's very sweet." 

Finally taking a bite of pizza, he asked, "Why are you doing this? Is it just a way to make more movies and more money?" 

"That is part of it, Louis. I am in the business to make money. I won't lie to you. And to be brutally honest, it's a big part of it. But as I've said, I've been where you are and I want to help you rise above it. And if that's not enough, I truly like you. There was something about you the minute I watched those losers berate you. Now that we've spent this time together, I know I was right about you. Then of course, there's this new talent you have." 

"Okay. Let's pretend I'm interested. Operative word, pretend. In no way am I saying I am interested. How would it work?" 

"I could happen any number of ways. My way would be to do a test movie—" 

"You mean an audition?" 

"Louis," she said spicily, "you've already auditioned with me and you are exactly what I'm looking for! The test would be to see how you look on camera, see what we need to do to your appearance. Certainly, we'd give you a new haircut, something more stylish, maybe even change your hair color and do away with the glasses to give you a new identity. Can you wear contacts?" 

"Can't afford them. But yes I could." 

"People you know here might not even recognize you when we're finished," she said with a big smile. "Anyway, we would then cut the movie down to a ten or fifteen minute piece and float it on some of our free websites. See what the reaction is, how many hits, track how many other websites pick it up." 

"What if it doesn't go over well?" 

"It will." 

"How can you be sure?" 

"I am. I've been in this business long enough." 

"Where would we make this movie?" 

"Ideally, I'd fly you to Los Angeles. We have a small studio. But if that's a big problem, I could bring a small crew here." 

"Then what?" 

"Then I'd like to sign you to an exclusive contract with me." 

"With you?" 

"Yes. I own my own production company," Lonnie announced proudly. 

Louis' eyes widened and his eyebrow shot up. 

She smiled seeing he was impressed. 

"How did you manage that?" 

"When I got into the industry, I made millions for everyone else. Now I make them for myself," she explained. "I have a degree in business administration." 

"You do?" 

"Yes," Lonnie laughed, knowing she was shooting down all of his pre-conceived notions. "You have to have something to fall back on. And I did it just as I am suggesting you do. Make movies while going to school. You'd be surprised how many of us have done that and earned degrees. I am the president, owner and lead star of Red Hot Films, a $40 million-plus company that produces around fifteen to twenty porn movies every year. We sell upwards of 40,000 copies each. We have a half-dozen membership websites and we market a number of sex toys." 

"And what could I expect financially?" 

"Three to 500 dollars per scene." 

Louis quickly did the math in his head. "If I were in every scene of every movie you made, that would maybe be between thirty and forty thousand a year. Doesn't seem like much." 

"How many other kids you know are making that kind of money while going to school?" 

"Fair point." He thought some more. "Then I would have my grandmother's expenses, living expenses, tuition." 

"I'll take care of your grandmother, and if you like, you can live with me. I have a very large home." 

"You do that for all your employees?" 

"No." Lonnie shook her head as if to say, of course not. "And before you ask, why me, I'll tell you it's because we're from the same hometown, you're a lot like I was, and I just want to help you. Pure and simple." Lonnie shrugged and looked away. "Maybe you can be the son I'll never have and I can be the mother you lost." 

Louis stood. He didn't see that one coming. 

The stunned expression on his face told her he probably needed time to consider this. She leaned back on the bar which poked her tits out. She extended her leg and shoved her foot between his legs, rubbing the top of it against his balls. "Well, think about it." She then dragged her arch up against his dick. 

"Yes, I'll definitely have to do that." 

Dropping her leg, Lonnie leaned forward and now rubbed her fingertips over his penis. "But I'd like to give you one more thing to think about. I love your big cock." She lifted his shirt over his pants and undid them. She then eased off the stool onto her knees and pulled his pants and underwear down. His dick sprung up becoming hard almost instantly. She sucked it slowly, taking as much of it in her mouth as she could. When it was inside her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the head. 

Louis closed his eyes and enjoyed the blowjob. He knew what she was attempting to do and he allowed it only because he might never have another such opportunity, certainly not with a porn star of her caliber, but maybe even any woman. 

She kept at it for a few more minutes until she felt him starting to sway as though he was losing his balance. She really did love his cock. It was big, but not so big that she couldn't get most of it in her mouth. Perfect size for blowing. But even though she could have enjoyed continuing to suck it, she stood up and pulled his shirt off as he got the message to step out of his pants that were bunched around his ankles. She then teasingly slid her shorts down her legs tantalizingly wiggling her ass. Finally, she removed her top to render her totally nude. 




Star Struck Ch. 01



Lonnie sat down again on her bar stool leaning back against the counter. She lifted one leg up and rested it on the bar spreading the other and letting it dangle. "I'm horny again," she said. "Take care of me." 

Again, regardless of any other considerations, right now it was all about opportunity. Louis wasted no time in driving his cock inside her and pounding away. 

Giggling, Lonnie noted, "I like doing it on this slippery barstool." 

It made him chuckle also. 

"You're probably going to think I'm just saying this, Louis. But I swear this is the truth. I fuck a lot of guys in the movies, and occasionally some just for pleasure. I haven't had a cock that felt as good as your does in a long, long time. So, if you want another bit of honesty, part of my motive is selfish." 

That enticed him to screw her even more intensely. 

"I've dreamed of finding a cock like this for years." 

Despite her affirmation, he knew she was doing her best to convince him. However, after all they had discussed, he allowed himself to believe her. And regardless where this went, graduation day was a time in his life he would never forget. 

"I'm slipping," Lonnie said. "Let me get up." She then stood and bent over the stool allowing him to take her from behind. When he started again, she cooed, "Oh, that's good." 

He grabbed her hips and held on to her. 

"Oh, yeah, hold onto me." As he pumped away, she was surprised that she was feeling the beginnings of an orgasm. Usually, when she did come, it took her a while because of so many missed opportunities when filming. "I'm gonna come!" she announced. And a minute later, she did. She actually felt a tingling throughout her body that she hadn't experienced in a long time. She couldn't help but cry out. 

"I'm ready too," Louis groaned. 

Lonnie quickly got on her knees. "In my mouth." 

He quickly grabbed hold of his cock and pumped it furiously. But she replaced his hand with hers and did the same. She alternated hand and mouth. He then took over again and she knelt there with her mouth open, tongue sticking out. 

"Give it to me," she urged. 

And he did. The first jet was so strong, it bypassed her mouth landing on her nose and upper lips. The next spurt made it onto her tongue, and the last hit just above her chin. When he stopped pumping, she grasped his rod and licked off the excess come, then used it to scoop the globs that didn't make it into her mouth. She then slurped the clump on the tip of his penis. Finally, she used her finger to scrape any residual from her face and her tongue to get what remained on the mushroom. 

* * * 

"You're home early, Louie." 

He hated that his grandmother called him that. But she had as long as he could remember, and at 80 years old, he knew there was no changing her. He found her where she always was: in her easy chair watching television. She stayed up for the late shows and slept until noon. 

"Did you eat, granny?" 

"Yes." 

"What?" 

"I ate, Louie. Don't worry about what. You know I don't have much of an appetite." 

It aggravated him because if he didn't fix her something, she ate junk. Of course, she really couldn't stand long enough to cook anything anyway. He tried to fix her little dinners she could microwave when he wasn't going to be home. But she wouldn't always eat them. 

"Sorry I couldn't come to your graduation. How was it?" 

"It was okay, granny. I'm just glad to be out and away from all of those idiots." 

"Did you make it to any parties?" 

"Wasn't invited to any," Louis told her with a shake of his head. 

"I'm sorry they treat you so badly." 

"Not your fault, granny." 

"So, what have you been up to all this time?" 

Louis didn't answer right away, not because he thought she was prying, it was almost a typical exchange. But the question launched him into a quick retrospective of the afternoon and evening. A smile involuntarily formed on his lips and he had the beginning of a hard on. He quickly sat to hide it. 

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me. Just making conversation." She said this with no animosity. 

"Oh, no, it's not that. I met a woman—" 

"Oh!?" Her voice went up an octave. 

"No, no." He hadn't realized how that would sound when he said it. "She's a businesswoman from Los Angeles. She runs a production company." Louis had not considered if he would tell his grandmother about Lonnie's offer, and if so, how much and how he would disguise it. But without thinking, he'd already said what he said, and now he had to come up with a story. 

"What's a woman like that doing in a town like this?" 

Again without thinking, "She's from here." 

"Oh, would that be Mae Carter's daughter?" 

Louis rolled his eyes. He just kept digging a deeper hole. "You know Mrs. Carter?" 

"We used to be good friends. But her daughter—now, what was her name—oh, Lonnie—put her in an assisted living place. I visited her a few times, and then I just couldn't get there anymore." 

"Why didn't you say something? I could have gotten you there." 

"Just got to where I didn't want to go anywhere I didn't have to. Besides, she was getting forgetful." 

"She actually has Alzheimer's and is in full care." 

"Not surprised. So, you spent some time with Lonnie?" 

"She saw some of the idiots hassle me," Louis explained with a grimace. "She invited me to sit and talk. Apparently, she was treated similarly when she was my age, and in her mind that gave us some bond." Now, he chose his words carefully. "Turns out her company has a program in which they hire people right out of high school to work while attending college as long as your degree can be applied to their business." 

"Well, everybody uses computers. You'd fit right in. Would you have to move to Los Angeles?" 

"Yes. But I'm not sure I'm ready for a big change like that. And I don't want to leave you." 

She had been watching TV most of the time they had been talking. Now she turned to face him. "Louie, we knew the day would come that you would have to go out on your own. I can take care of myself." 

It was tough for him to say this to her, but he knew he had to. "No, granny, you can't. You can't stand for very long, you can't cook any more, you can't clean. I'm sorry, but you can't take care of yourself." 

She frowned as though she was going to argue with him, but then she pursed her lips and, defeated, said, "You're right. I'm sorry to be a burden." 

"You're not. How many years did you have to take care of me? Now it's my turn to pay you back." 

"But we're talking about your future. I don't have much of one. I wish I could afford to live in that assisted living place." 

"You would want to do that?" 

"Mae Carter loved it. Always had things to do. Never had anything bad to say about it. Food was good, people were nice." 

"What if I told you that was possible?" 

"You going to rob a bank?" 

With a chuckle, Louis told her that Lonnie's company would pay for it. 

"Why would they do that?" 

"It's part of the package they offer," Louis explained, "particularly if they really want the person." 

"And they really want you?" 

"Lonnie does. I would have to go to Los Angeles for, uh . . . an interview." 

Granny considered all of this for a few minutes, and then said, "She tell you anything else?" 

Nothing he could tell her. Or did granny know what Lonnie really did? "No," he answered to see where it would go. 

"Then you have Miss Lonnie come around tomorrow afternoon. I want to talk to her." 

"Granny, I haven't decided what I want to do yet." 

"Louie, this may be too good an opportunity for either of us to pass up." She gave her grandson a stern look. "But I want to make sure she's sincere. Please have her come tomorrow." 

There was a firmness in her voice he had not heard in a long time. "Yes, ma'am." 

During the night, after granny finally went to bed, Louis spent a few hours on the Internet looking at porn—but not sex. Instead, he researched the business end. The results he found were both enticing and frightening. 

* * * 

Bright and early the next morning, Louis was knocking on Lonnie's door. She answered surprisingly quickly. He had feared he would awaken her, but that had not stopped him. She only opened the door wide enough to peek out. Upon seeing that it was him, her eyes widened and she giggled. But she quickly stepped aside and allowed him to enter. 

"Sorry," Louis offered. I would have called first, but I didn't have your number." 

"Well, what a nice surprise," Lonnie commented, casually strutting off clad only in a very sheer robe that clearly revealed her nudity underneath. "What brings you around so early?" 

"I've been doing research on the porn business." 

"Have you now?" She stopped walking toward the stairs and turned. "Come on up while I get ready and we'll talk." She resumed her climb. "And what did you learn?" 

"It's an interesting business," Louis reported. "Few upsides, but a lot of down sides." 

"That can be true." Lonnie led him into the bathroom, where she removed her robe and continued applying make-up. 

Staring at her shapely ass, Louis really had to concentrate on what he was saying. "Many porn stars end up addicted to drugs. Not many earn a lot of money. Sounds like the producers make all the money. Then there are the sexually transmitted diseases and AIDS. Many have a short career because they get used up. It can mark you for the rest of your life in terms of employment in other fields." He paused. "What? No comment?" 

"You're right about all of that," Lonnie agreed, looking at him through the mirror. "But there are exceptions. People in many other lines of work become addicted to drugs and alcohol. Every occupation has people that make little money and people who make lots of it. All of the bigger adult production companies have their actors regularly tested, so the occurrence of STDs has virtually disappeared. And those who have short careers have short careers because they were poorly managed. They come into the business and make movie after movie and burn themselves out. No one wants to see them anymore. The only way they can get work is by doing the way out stuff." 

She turned to face him. "You've pointed out all of the negative elements. There is a positive side. You would be working for a successful star and producer who takes care of her actors. I've never done drugs, and I wouldn't let you. I've never had any STD nor AIDS, and unless you went with someone I had no control over, you wouldn't get any either. We would change your appearance, give you a stage name, and unless you told someone, it's unlikely anyone would ever know what you do. So, is all of this your way of telling me you're not interested?" 

"No, I still haven't decided." 

Lonnie gave a satisfying nod, and then turned back to the mirror. "But it turns out my grandmother knows your mother," Louis informed her. 

"Really? Who's your grandmother?" 

"Eleanor Robbins." 

"Wow! What a small world! I love your grandmother. She was the only person to visit mom after she moved into assisted living. Why did she stop?" 

"She just got to where she couldn't move around much anymore." 

Lonnie nodded her understanding. "So, you told your grandmother?" 

Louis explained how he had characterized the situation, and finished with: "Now, she wants you to come by this afternoon. She thinks this might be an opportunity neither of us can pass up." 

Clearly impressed, Lonnie said, "That's a great cover story, Louis. And it's not at all far from the truth, just a few omitted details. And she was right about the opportunity." 

"Yeah, I figured you'd agree with that." 

"I'll go you one further. If you come to work for me, and if you want to, you can help work on our web sites and any other IT things since that's ultimately going to be your area of expertise." 

"It already is my area of expertise." 

"Then you'll fit right in." 

"So, you'll come visit my grandmother?" 

Lonnie turned around again. "Of course, I'll be there. I would love to see your grandmother again." She noticed the bulge in his pants. "Hey, do you have a boner?" 

"Well, you're just standing there naked like I'm not even here." 

"You want to fuck me again, don't you?" She said it teasingly, but there was also happiness. 

He shrugged. "That's not why I came here." 

"But it is what you want." It wasn't a question. 

"Well, why wouldn't I?" 

"You realize if you came to Los Angeles you could have me almost any time you wanted?" 

That surprised him. He'd never thought that she might be part of the deal. "No, I guess I didn't." 

"Now you know." She sat up on the counter. "Here okay?" 

Louis didn't expect that either. 

She reached out for his belt, undid it and slid down his zipper. His pants fell to the floor. "You'll have to do your undies." 

Still somewhat stunned, he looked down, and then pushed his jockeys below his knees where gravity pulled them the rest of the way. Lonnie raised her legs, bent at the knees, and planted her feet on the edge of the counter. She grabbed Louis' penis, pulling him to her and driving it all the way into her wide open pussy. He latched onto her thighs and began his drill. His thrusts made it difficult for her to maintain the perch with her legs, so she had to hold them in the air and let them dangle. He gripped her ankles to help her out and she leaned he back against the mirror. 

"Faster," Lonnie whispered. 

Regardless of the position, Louis continued to have a hard time believing how wonderful her pussy always felt. He wondered if they all felt as good. That made him curious about his possible future occupation and if he would get to sample other women or if he would be exclusively Lonnie's. These thoughts quickly brought him to the edge. 

Seeing Louis shut his eyes tight and clench his teeth told Lonnie he was ready to come so she grabbed the base of his cock, pushed him out, aimed it at her abdomen and jerked him until he splattered her belly. She then took his hand and pressed it against her snatch. He got the idea and wormed two fingers inside her. She used one of her own fingers on her clit, and between the two of them, she got off within minutes. 

Reaching for a wet cloth on a nearby rack, Lonnie cleaned herself and them him. "Well, that's always a great way to start the day. Gets your heart pumping. Glad you came—in more ways than one! It also makes you work up an appetite. Let's go get some breakfast." 

* * * 

Naturally, they went to the diner. Lonnie surprised Louis by dressing in a more business-like outfit: short skirt, but not as brief as the day before—she could sit comfortably without showing too much thigh; her button up blouse was just sheer enough to hint at her undergarments, but not really reveal detail. This was capped with a classic blazer and moderate heels. 

But what really impressed Louis was that, even in conservative mode, she was still strikingly beautiful. 

"Believe it or not," Lonnie said to snap him out of his trance, "I dress like this more often than not. You look like I'm a stranger." 

"Sorry. I'm doing something that irritates me when other people do it because they do it to me all the time. I'm typecasting you. You're a porn star and you're not dressed in the slutty manner that people associate with such people." 

"I get it, Louis. Everyone thinks that way. But you have to realize, we're regular people who are just engaged in work that most people don't understand or accept." 

"I have a lot to learn." 

"And I would be only too happy to teach you." She took a bite of her toast. "So, what are your thoughts about my offer?" 

It amused Louis that someone who had worked up an appetite having a quickie in her bathroom was having only coffee and toast. "I'm really trying to consider this honestly. But my thinking is continually clouded by all the sex I've had in the last day and a half since meeting you here." 

"It's hard when you're hard, isn't it?" Lonnie joked. 

He chuckled politely. "That's one way of putting it. I'm trying to considering the educational opportunity and the long term effects, but all my mind will focus on is having sex with you." 

"And others." 

"Oh, there would be other women?" 

"I have other female stars under contract. All ages. I just assumed you would want the experience." 

He shrugged. "I hadn't really considered that," he commented, though he really had. 

* * * 

After breakfast, they walked to visit Mrs. Carter. She still didn't recognize her daughter. Lonnie seemed to have accepted that fact. Louis didn't know if he could cope with that as well if it was his grandmother. But Lonnie had lived away long enough and that probably helped. 

Without forewarning, she took him to visit the director of the facility who showed them the assisted living accommodations. He was impressed. It was like an efficiency apartment, but very tasteful and comfortable. They visited the common area where a number of residents were playing cards, watching TV, exercising and engaged in other activities—and they all seemed content. 

After they departed, Louis said, "Well, that was a dirty trick." 

Perhaps it had been, but Lonnie didn't admit it to Louis. Instead, she apologized. "I'm sorry. I just thought that since we were here you might like to look. What did you think?" 

"It was nice," he conceded. 

"Is it too early to visit your grandmother?" 

Louis noted that it was just a few minutes after noon. "I wouldn't be surprised if she got up early today. We could try." 

* * * 

By the time they walked there it was 12:30 and granny was waiting for them. As usual, she was in her chair with her morning juice. Of course, the women recognized one another so introductions were unnecessary. 

"Louie, offer our guest something," granny instructed. 

"I'm good," Lonnie said, raising her hand to stop him. 

"Important things first," granny began. "How's your mama?" 

"Not good," Lonnie answered with something of a grimace. "Her physical health is starting to fail and she doesn't even know me." 

"I'm sorry to hear that. She's a fine woman. I wish I could visit her, but I just don't get around like I used to." 

"She wouldn't recognize you anyway." 

Granny nodded. "So, this offer is real?" 

"Yes, ma'am, it is," Lonnie responded firmly, surprised by the quick change of subject. 

"And paying for Louis' school, living expenses and for me to live in assisted living is something your company usually does?" 

"Well, each case is different," Lonnie answered with a grin. 

"And how is this one different?" 

"I'm not sure what you're asking." 

"I don't want to look a gift horse in the mouth," granny said, almost apologetically, "but you meet a young man in a diner, talk a little and now you're making this very generous offer." 

"Granny, what are you doing? Why are you asking that?" 

"Because there's more to this. Isn't there, Miss Lonnie? I'm not against this, Louie. Just want you to know what you're getting yourself into." 

"I know, granny, and I still haven't even decided I want to." 

"Then you really need to know all of the facts before you decide." 

This was a cagey old woman, Lonnie realized. She never knew this about Mrs. Robbins. Short of telling her what the real job for Louis was, Lonnie knew what granny was trying to get out of her. She just hoped that saying it wouldn't make the whole thing backfire. But she might as well take her chances. "She's right, Louis. There's something else you need to know." 

The shock on his face was alarming. He said nothing, but his expression demanded explanation. 

Taking a deep breath, Lonnie plunged in. "You wanted to know what made me go to California, but I didn't tell you the entire reason. You know that what I did was part of it. But the rest was because I was in love with a man who was a few years older. We were deeply in love and wanted to marry." She gave a fiery look at granny. "We both did. But then he learned that he wasn't my first." 




Star Struck Ch. 01



"So, he broke up with you?" Louis filled in. 

"Yes." 

"Tired old story," Louis commented with a frown and a hint of annoyance. "What's the big deal about that?" 

Lonnie glanced at granny again, who nodded for her to continue. After a deep breath, she said, "That man was your father." 

Louis didn't react to the news, choosing instead to digest it silently. After a few minutes, he arose, said, "Excuse me," and left the house. 

Granny looked at a stunned Lonnie. "You better get after him." 

Not expecting that, Lonnie did as she was told. She caught up with Louis easily, which made her think he wanted her to. "Louis, wait," she called after him as though it was the thing to say. 

He stopped, turned and waited. "So, what kind of vicarious experiment was this? A way for you to relive your past with my father?" 

"No, of course not. Will you let me explain?" 

"Go ahead," Louis agreed with a wave of his hand, but almost as though he didn't care. 

They started walking again. "I come home once every two or three months to see how my mother is doing. I come either late Thursday or early Friday and leave either late Sunday or early Monday, depending on my schedule. I usually stop for coffee at the diner in the morning. This trip I got in late Thursday, slept in Friday, so it was late morning by the time I arrived at the diner. I go there because it's a pleasant reminder of my mother, particularly since she doesn't remember me anymore. 

"When I saw how the other kids were treating you, as I've said, it reminded me of how I used to be treated when I was your age. Then I glimpsed your name on the cover of your yearbook, and I knew there weren't many Robbins's here in town, so I invited you to sit. Watching you across from me, I could see the resemblance. I knew about your parents, and I'll admit, I felt a little sorry for you. 

"But then you were so in awe of me. And you were so sincere; I just wanted to let you in on who I really was. So, I took you with me to see my mother, and when we returned home and you talked about your staying power, not only did I want you to show me, I really wanted to have sex with you. And you were terrific! The point is, I wanted to help you, but it had nothing to do with who you are, but rather what you could do. And I truly do want to do it with you more. I want to work with you and help you and your grandmother in the process. 

"The only thing being your dad's son did was make me trust you right away. This might not have all happened so quickly if you had been a total stranger." 

Louis nodded several times as he contemplated her story. "I told you I did some research on the porn business, well, that included watching some of your movies, particularly your older ones. Porn movies used to have a plot; a weak one but a plot with a story line. There was even acting involved. And you were a good actress. Still are. So, since I met you yesterday with my obvious infatuation, how much of your response was acting?" He threw up his hands. "How do I know what's real and what's acting? How much acting do you do to get what you want? 

"You've said that filming porn is not like doing the real thing, that sometimes even the cum shot is a different guy from the rest of the scene. That tells me that you have to fake orgasms. You have to act them out. So how much of what we did was acting?" Louis shook his head. "You live in a make believe world. And that's not for me." He started to turn and leave, and then stopped. "It really was a thrill to meet you. Real or not, I'll never forget our time together." Now, he walked off. 

"Louis," Lonnie called after him. 

He halted, looking back at her. 

"You might not believe this, but it was real. That's what makes you so special." 

Louis nodded and moved on. 

* * * 

Back at granny's house, Lonnie said, "I couldn't change his mind. You should have let me tell him in my own time." 

"Is your offer still on the table?" granny asked. 

Lonnie had to chuckle at her choice of words. She obviously watched a lot of TV. "The offer is contingent on Louis coming to California to be interviewed—" she had to choose words carefully "—by others in the company. If they like him, then, yes, the offer will still be available." 

"When would he have to go?" 

"I was hoping he would fly back with me." 

"When are you leaving?" 

"I'd like to leave tomorrow." 

"Louis will be ready," granny said with certainty. "I'll see to it." 

Lonnie smiled. Somehow, she felt granny would make it happen. 

* * * 

"Where have you been?" granny asked when Louis finally returned home after dark. 

"Around. Just doing some thinking." 

"At the cemetery?" Granny knew him fairly well. 

"For a little while. You hungry?" 

She wasn't really, but if she let him fix her something, they could continue to talk. "Yes, I am." 

Louis baked some chicken breasts and microwaved frozen green beans. Granny waddled into the kitchen and sat at the table while he prepared their meal. 

"I should have prepared you for that news," granny offered. "You shouldn't turn her down because of that. It may be a foot in the door, but you still have to be interviewed by others to be accepted." 

"Who told you that?" Louis asked, though he knew. 

"Lonnie came back after your talk," granny reported. 

More of Lonnie's acting, Louis thought. But he also quickly realized she could not tell granny the truth. So, she had followed his lead and turned his screen test into a job interview. "You want me to go, don't you?" 

"Honey, it's just one of those opportunities that's just too good to pass up." 

"Granny, there's a lot more to this than I think you know." 

"Louie, I don't understand all of your computer gibberish, so I imagine there's a lot more to it. But I do know that there's nothing for you in a little town like this. And best of all, you won't have to worry about me." She twisted from side to side in a dance-like motion. "Because I'll be having a grand old time in the assisted-living community." 

"You really want to move there, or are you just saying that for my benefit?" 

"Well, I'd be real sorry to see you go, but you can come back and visit with Lonnie. I've lived my life, Louie. You've still got a long one to enjoy. And right now, this is your only ticket to it." 

"You didn't answer my question, granny," Louis persisted. "Do you really want to live there?" 

"If everything I've heard about it is true; yes. What did you think when you saw it? Would you be comfortable with me living there?" 

Louis hesitated to respond. 

"Now who's not answering the question?" 

He grinned because she'd caught him. "Yes, granny, I would. They seem to take very good care of Mrs. Carter." 

"Then it's settled." 

"I'm still not sure I want to do it." 

"It's just an interview, Louie," granny persuaded. "Even if they make you an offer it doesn't mean you have to accept it. And it's a free trip to La La Land!"



Star Struck Ch. 01



Beth complied, lying back on the desk, legs spread wide. Rob stood in front of her, his cock fully erect, pointing up at the sky. "Please fuck me," she said, "fuck me now and fuck me hard." Rob gripped his shaft and ran it up and down her pussy, causing her to moan in anticipation. She slid down the desk, trying to get Rob's cock inside her. Rob knew that her blowjob had got him pretty close to shooting his load, so he leaned forward and pushed his cock into her. It slid in slowly, feeling pressure and warmth from both sides. Beth wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in until Rob was completely filling her up. They moved as one for the next few minutes, pushing and thrusting their pelvises together.

Rob's hands occupied themselves with her nipples, while Beth grasped the desk for leverage, pumping almost as hard as Rob was. Her back arched as her pleasure grew and Rob felt himself getting close. He felt the familiar feeling rising in his balls and was then shooting inside her. As his cock spurted inside her, Beth cried out "I can feel your cock shooting, it's making me come." She held her back in the arch, crying with pleasure through closed eyes. Her pussy contracted and released Rob's cock time and again as she reached her peak. As the last spasms of his orgasm ran their course, Beth slumped back on the desk, limp and spent. As she did that Rob's cock fell out of her pussy, also spent. Rob stepped back and feeling a chair behind him, sat down heavily.

Rob took a moment to catch his breath and then announced "Well I've got plenty of time to make it to orgasm number three." Beth raised her head and looked at him, she looked wiped out already but also eager for more. "Just you let me know when you're ready to go again" she said and slumped back. Within a minute or so, she felt a pressure between her legs and looked down, shocked to see that Rob had a full erection already and seemed determined to pass his target early. Beth just lay her head back down on the desk and enjoyed the ride.

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Well, I think you've guessed by now that Rob gave Beth another orgasm and won the part. Well, you're wrong. He got her to five orgasms in the end and probably could have got the lead had he asked. He was happy enough with his role though. It was a great part, a sage-like bartender who would spend most of the film advising Kirsten's character on her tennis and her love life. Written with just the right amount of English sarcasm to hopefully appeal to viewers on both sides of the Atlantic, it was a role that Rob knew would catch people's attention. He was really a bit young for the role, but he knew he could play it more like a big brother than a father figure. Explaining any problems with that to the director was Beth's problem, not his. After the blowjob she had given him, he thought he knew just how she would convince him to see her point of view. He made sure to sign the contract before leaving Beth's office and now had to wait a few weeks before the whole crew would arrive in Ealing Studios to begin filming.

A funny side note to all this. Rob was really proud of the way he had turned Beth from stern Mistress to almost begging for his cock and he commented that it would take a far more intimidating woman than that to dominate him. I just want you to remember that sentiment when I tell you about some of Rob's later experiences.  

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Rob walked out of the front door of our flat, looking happier than I had ever seen him before. This was hardly surprising; he was going to get to meet Kirsten Dunst, an event guaranteed to put a smile on any red-blooded man's face.

Beth had been round a few times in the last three weeks, wanting more of the same treatment from Rob, saying the work she had to put in with the director to keep Rob in the part meant a few more orgasms was the least she deserved. Rob had very reluctantly complied with her wishes, the length of time I was kept awake by the noise was testament to just how unhappy he was with this state of affairs. To be honest, Rob seemed very fond of Beth now, she was a nice girl and despite his almost arrogant attitude to people, Rob made friends quickly. Once you were considered a friend, Rob would do anything for you, a side of his character that I have been grateful for more than once.

Filming had been going on for Wimbledon for a couple of days now, but Rob had not been needed until now. Most of the scenes filmed had featured the principals, notably Paul Bettany and Kirsten herself. They got to stay at the hippest hotel in London, The Forum, located in Shaftesbury Avenue. One of the conditions of Rob getting to keep this part was that he stayed in his flat and had to pay for his own travel. This was a film being made on a tight budget, which probably worked in Rob's favour, as this role would never have been given to such an unknown in a big Hollywood production, no matter how the Casting Director felt about it.

Rob's first scene was arguably his most important, when Kirsten first comes to the player's lounge and gets into a conversation with the barman. This would establish the relationship and there needed to be a degree of chemistry there, or the audience wouldn't buy into the friendship that develops between the characters.

Rob decided to take the tube partway there and then get out and walk. The journey from our bohemian flat in Camden to the Studios was too far a distance to walk all the way, plus being on the tube he could gaze on what remained of Wembley Stadium and think happy thoughts about Cardiff. Rob hopped off the tube one stop before his destination, thinking a stroll through London's historical streets would be a pleasant way of clearing his head. The walk was a more pleasant one of late, seeing as a new transport scheme had massively cut the amount of London traffic. At times Rob could almost believe that everyone had died from some plague, the streets were so quiet. It would have been great preparation were he starring in a 28 Days Later type of film, but the brisk London air was a good enough pick-me-up.

By the time he arrived at Ealing Studios however, he was beginning to regret the decision to take the long way round. Not because of the pigeons or anything, he'd been able to avoid their dive-bombing tactics with practised Londoner ease. It was more that his sense of excitement at the day ahead had been fighting a losing battle with an ever- increasing sense of nervousness. This wasn't a problem Rob had faced before, his self-confidence and belief in his own acting ability had always been enough to cancel out any nerves. This however was a Hollywood production and he was going to be starring with a young actress who he'd always admired. He began to wonder if his limited experience had prepared him well enough for this day.

By the time Rob was escorted to the broom cupboard that was his dressing room by a harassed-looking PA, he was a complete bundle of nerves. He had some time to kill before going to the wardrobe department to be fitted and he paced nervously, the possible calming effect of which was negated by having to stop and turn around after every three steps. Within a few minutes the door opened and Beth stepped in.

"Hi Rob" Beth said brightly. "I see you weren't too exhausted after last night to make it here. I almost didn't make it myself."

"I had no problems getting here, but I'm a little bit nervous now" Rob confided. "I don't know if I'm ready for this. I mean, maybe I'm not good enough to be in this thing."

"Look Rob, do you want me to calm you down and reassure you that you have what it takes?" Beth asked not unsympathetically. Rob nodded his agreement, which prompted Beth to drop to her knees and unzip his pants.

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An hour later Rob had been fitted with his bartender's outfit and rushed through make-up. Now he found himself on the set for the bar, which was being set up for his first scene. Feeling notably more relaxed now, Rob dropped into a bar stool and began going over his script, trying to become more relaxed with his environment. He'd been in enough bars, both drinking and working, to be comfortable in any kind of watering hole, but this was a bit classier than he was used to around Camden way.

Within a few minutes, the director came up and introduced himself. He was a veteran of the London theatre circuit named Hank Quinlan and he had decided to try his hand at directing movies before he was too old. The success of Sam Mendes in Hollywood had opened plenty of doors for people like Hank to make their mark. Rob got on with him immediately, as both were theatre buffs, knowing something about just about every show ever put on in London's West End. I won't bore you with their lengthy conversation, the important part of this is that as the conversation wound up and Hank moved on to meet other people on set, a vision of loveliness came round the corner onto the set.

Kirsten Dunst looked incredible in the flesh, her flowing blonde hair tied back behind her head, a friendly smile on her face as she approached Rob. She was petite, a lot shorter than Rob and she looked like she weighed no more than a feather. Her bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle at Rob, who quickly found himself lost in them. He was so absorbed with her eyes, in fact, that he totally missed the fact she had said something to him and was now beginning to look perplexed at the lack of a response.

"Huh?" Rob said in a daze, then cursed himself that these were his first words to this woman who he felt so attracted to.

"I asked if you were my bartender and what was good here?" Kirsten replied with a wry smile on her face as she sized Rob up. It seems that Kirsten was used to men becoming tongue-tied wrecks when she met them and she waited patiently for a response.

"Y. yeah, I'm Rob Llewellyn. I'm playing the bartender Nathan." Rob had finally found his tongue and was now determined to impress Kirsten with his eloquence. "I'm a huge fan Miss Dunst, I loved you in The Virgin Suicides and Drop Dead Gorgeous, while I thought Bring It On was the funniest film I'd seen in ages."

Rob prattled on, unfortunately turning from tongue-tied to overbearing, with every word out of his mouth lavishly praising Kirsten and her acting ability. Kirsten obviously had some experience of this behaviour too, smiling occasionally and then getting away from Rob as soon as possible. Rob stared after her as she went over to talk to Hank and couldn't believe he'd made such a bad first impression on his co-star. His amorous thoughts had quickly become prayers that she didn't request that he get thrown off the film for being nothing more than a star-struck wannabe.

With these alarming thoughts running through his mind, Hank's cry for everyone to get ready for the first take did not inspire anticipation in Rob, instead raising his anxiety levels even further.

Rob had been told by one of the producers that Hank didn't bother with rehearsals, believing that his cast should already know their parts well enough to start filming straight away. Rob was relieved that he'd already memorised his part and was confident that he could improvise his movement as well as anyone else here.

As he thought about it, he decided that this was a chance to reverse Kirsten's opinion of him. He walked over to Kirsten and cleared his throat. Kirsten looked up from her script and smiled slightly, waiting for Rob to say something.

"Miss Dunst, I was wondering if you'd like to go over the scene with me? I'm used to the theatre, so going with no rehearsals has me worrying that I'm going to walk to the wrong place and wreck the take."

Kirsten got up off her seat, script in hand. "Sure, if you do me one favour."

"What's that?"

"Call me Kirsten" She smiled warmly at him as she said this and Rob felt a rush of pleasure course through him. They began rehearsing the scene together, with Rob standing behind the bar and listening to Kirsten's character pouring out her woes, before offering some sage advice. Kirsten remarked to him that she wasn't used to this, with most directors doing numerous takes, letting the actors try different techniques, then concentrating on the one that worked best for him. Rob explained that he'd probably get used to that in time, but was stuck in the theatre mindset that one simple mistake could ruin the scene for the audience.

By the time Hank announced they were ready to shoot the first take, Rob was confident that he had overcome Kirsten's first impression of him. They worked effortlessly together through the scene and both agreed that the fourth take nailed it perfectly, with their rapport steadily growing. Hank agreed and jut like that, Rob's first ever movie scene was in the can.

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Not a huge amount happened the next few days, apart from the inevitable filming. As I'm as anxious to get to the sex as you are, I'll fill you in on the highlights only. Rob met the rest of the cast and crew, including Paul Bettany, who he was pleasantly surprised to get on really well with. Paul was a level-headed Londoner with a razor-sharp sense of humour, traits that Rob appreciated in a co-star, especially when filming dragged on into the late hours.

Rob also became friends with Kirsten, with them now able to laugh about their first meeting. Despite their easy friendship, Rob found her frustratingly difficult to get close to. Kirsten was always amiable and had a sunny disposition, but she had barriers in place that made it almost impossible to really get to know her. Paul and Rob worked at drawing her out, but neither was able to get her to fully relax. So, in a last desperate attempt, they drew up The Plan.

It sounds like it should be a very high-tech and convoluted set-up, with many elements coming together to finally get Kirsten to show her true colours, but it was actually very simple. They went with a maxim that had been many a man's strongest weapon over the years - get her pissed. A Saturday evening sojourn to one of Rob's many haunts in Camden would be subtlety transformed into a full-on piss-up for many of the cast and crew. In this atmosphere of rowdy revelry, it would be impossible for Kirsten to stay sober.

Rob decided that the venue for this occasion should be The Squid and Mashed Potato, one of his favourite watering holes. Hank was happy enough with the way everything was going to let them wrap up early on the Saturday and take the Sunday off. Rob knew that Kirsten would probably make her excuses, so he and Paul devised a plan to ensure her presence. Posters were put up around the studio, advertising the night out and claiming that Kirsten would be judging who had the best singing voice and who could down pints the fastest, stuff like that. Juvenile stuff, but it ensured that Kirsten had to be there or risk disappointing everyone. She took it well, knowing full well that who was behind it. We'll join the revelry at about Midnight, with everyone pretty hammered.

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Paul and Rob were unsurprisingly the ringleaders, spending most of their time ordering more drinks from the hard- working bar staff. The thirsty crew had already polished off the pub's supply of Jack and were making a good dent in their supplies of just about everything. A local band provided the entertainment, playing a good mix of covers and original music that went down well. Rob was especially happy to see Kirsten singing along enthusiastically to some great covers, showing some excellent taste in music. Not that he expected anything less from a woman of her class, but he was still surprised when she went wild for Blitzkrieg Bop.

While the band took a break, cast and crew were encouraged to try the karaoke that Kirsten was supposed to be judging. Their efforts ranged from almost professional quality all the way down to some that were pretty awful. One particular rendition of `Killing Me Softly' by a young PA was so bad that it inspired an unexpected response from Kirsten.

"I'm going up there and showing them all how it's done" she stated defiantly. Paul and Rob looked at each other with alarm all over our faces, trying to work out what to do about this. Those of you who have heard Kirsten sing in films like Get Over It may be wondering what their problem was. To put it bluntly, I don't think Kirsten filmed that scene in Get Over It after a succession of potent cocktails, plus God knows how many tequila slammers. She was pretty smashed and this didn't look likely to end well.

"You're judging the contest, you can't sing as well." Rob tried "That would invalidate the sanctity of this competition."

"You're too pissed to sing" was Paul's rather less subtle comment.

"Too pissed?" Kirsten asked indignantly. "I'll show you Bettany. I have a great singing voice in any condition and intend to prove it." Her statement and stately march to the stage was only slightly damaged by the fact she bumped into at least five people - who received profuse apologies - and almost tripped over twice. Once she finally made it to the stage, she selected her song quickly and turned to face her audience, most of whom had abandoned conversations to listen to a Hollywood star belt out a song for their benefit.

Damn were they disappointed. Kirsten's rendition of `I Will Survive' was more than a little hampered by her inebriated state. She was having more than a little trouble hitting the right notes and Rob found himself thinking about how a kitten would sound while being dunked in water. The crew looked at each other uncomfortably, trying to look like they were enjoying the singing. A few of the more sycophantic types cheered Kirsten on loudly, but even most of them had the decency to look embarrassed. Mercifully the song didn't last forever and everyone managed to produce some decent applause at the end, leaving Kirsten apparently unaware of the poor quality of her performance.

The band took their chance to get back on stage and the rest of us got back to the important pursuit of destroying our livers with strong alcohol. Rob had the singular pleasure of dancing with Kirsten, getting pretty close as they needed to lean on each other to stay upright. It was way into the morning by now and even the patient bar staff were beginning to look dead on their feet, a lot of the crew having gone already. When Rob looked around, he realised that Paul and most of the others he knew were already gone.

"Kirsten, time to get you back to your hotel" he said, half- carrying her off the dance floor. His only response was a tired nod of the head and a mumbled assent. A bartender called them a cab and minutes later Rob was heading in the direction of Shaftesbury Avenue with Kirsten leaning on his shoulder, seemingly asleep. It wasn't a totally unpleasant experience for Rob, especially seeing as he had a pretty good view of her cleavage at that angle. He forced himself to look away before he found himself suffering from `busy hands'.

The trip across London culminated at The Forum, a hotel which screamed `young, trendy and extremely hip'. Kirsten had sobered up somewhat and was able to direct them to her room, past the concierge who tipped his cap at them politely. Rob reflected that they probably thought Kirsten was taking some random bloke up to her room for a one-night stand. He could live with that assumption.

Kirsten was unsurprisingly staying in a penthouse suite, which was bigger than the apartment Rob and I shared. Looking at the size of the TV in the lounge area, Rob decided that he would not be surprised to find that the room had its own satellite.

"So, what do you want to drink?" Kirsten's voice sounded muffled to Rob and when he turned around he found out why. She was bending over to peer into her appropriately huge mini-bar, which gave Rob an excellent view of her tight trousers moulded to her ass. It looked perfect to Rob and he wanted nothing more than to go over and pull those trousers off her, but he somehow restrained himself. Nothing could restrain his hard-on however, and he quickly sat down before Kirsten turned around and noticed his full- mast salute.




Star Struck Ch. 01



"Are you sure you should be drinking more?"

"I've got my second wind and I want to make the most of having the day off tomorrow." Kirsten replied as she walked over and handed Rob a beer from the fridge. She sat next to him on the couch with a pretty strong-looking cocktail in her hands.

"So what made you decide to get into acting Rob?"

"I guess it's because I've loved movies since I was a child and I wanted to be a part of that world. I love the idea of some kid years from now watching one of my movies and loving it as much as I did the movies I saw when I was a kid."

"So it wouldn't have anything to do with being famous, earning lots of money and having millions of women the world over lusting for you then?"

Rob was startled at first, but relaxed when he saw the grin on Kirsten's face. "Well, those factors may have had a little bit to do with it. How about you?"

"Pretty much the same as you. I love movies and acting is just such a joy for me, a real release from any stress I'm feeling in my life. I couldn't imagine anything I'd rather be doing and as long as there are good roles for women, I'll keep on doing it."

"Well looking at the roles women like Meryl Streep and Drew Barrymore are still getting, you should have no worries with your talent."

Kirsten smiled widely at that, he found out later it was probably because those were two of Kirsten's favourite actresses. They carried on chatting for a while about their respective lives and Rob was amused to discover that everyone called her Kiki because she was unable to pronounce Kirsten when she was young. The conversation and booze continued to flow until Rob was in the middle of describing a disastrous date he had once had.

".so this girl is the quietest person you could ever meet. You can hardly get two words out of her in one sentence, but there were two things that made it worthwhile trying. She was beautiful and her ex-boyfriend had let it slip that not only was she a lovely person once she was comfortable with you, she was also wild in bed. So I'm buying drinks, talking about myself, asking her questions and trying to draw her out, but am getting nowhere. Out of desperation I ask her if she has any pets. The next thing I know I can't get a word in edgeways, she's going on about her cats and we're getting on like a house on fire. We stayed out so late talking, then the next day when I go round to her place, she's all silence again. I was totally confused with this and left feeling hurt, thinking I wouldn't bother going back. It's only months later that I find out the problem was."

Rob was suddenly cut off by Kirsten pushing her lips against his mid-sentence. He was pushed back into the couch by her advance and found himself responding instinctively to her kiss. This was the closest that Rob had been to her physically. He could smell the perfume she was wearing, feel her hair as it brushed his cheek, her breasts as they pressed into his shirt. Without thinking Rob her into his arms, pulling her closer. They remained locked together on the couch for a time, with Rob's hand drifting up to caress the side of Kirsten's breast. Her hand reached down to his trousers, quickly finding the zipper and starting to pull it down.

Rob was in heaven, his brain hadn't yet had time to analyse what the ramifications of getting it on with an inebriated Kirsten would be. His cock jumped when her hand reached inside his boxers and caressed him gently. He reached for her top and was about to start lifting it off her body, when suddenly her lips broke contact with his, her hand following and she slid down until she was flat out on the couch.

It's fair to say that Rob was disappointed by this turn of events. Yet, while he sat there looking at the passed-out Kirsten, a sense of relief began to form. He realised that as much as he wanted her, a drunken one-night stand may not have helped their burgeoning relationship. As quickly and gently as possible, he tidied himself up, then carried Kirsten to the bedroom of the suite. He chose to leave her clothes on, not trusting himself to undress her, removing only her shoes and then tucking her into bed.

He stopped at the door and looked back at her, part of him disbelieving that he was about to walk out without at least looking at her tits. Thankfully, this was a relatively small part of him. As he looked at her sleeping form, he reflected on the feelings he was developing for her. He had always lusted after her, but now his thoughts were becoming more serious. He'd probably attribute it to some type of pheromone, some biological explanation for why he's drawn to her in the way that he was. Rob knows it's something much more than her statuesque good looks--something beyond the flowing mane of blonde hair, her hard young figure, or those gorgeous blue eyes that seem to penetrate right through him. It's something deeper: something that reaches inside his very being and absolutely captivates his imagination.

With a sigh, he forced his feelings down and left the suite, being sure to put the Do Not Disturb sign in place. Rob told me all about what happened when he got back to our place (I was still up at that time in the morning, probably because I had no life back then) and I reassured him that she would be happy that he acted like a gentleman towards her.

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Well, I kind of misread that situation. Rob didn't hear from Kirsten on the Sunday, but Monday on set was a difficult day for him. He noticed straightaway that Kirsten couldn't meet his eyes and his heart dropped. He knew he couldn't say anything to her on the set, but was frustrated to find that she was retiring to her trailer when she wasn't involved in a scene. She even ate her lunch in her trailer and Rob despaired of being able to clear the air between them. He was too proud to go crawling to her to find out what the problem was. This continued for the next few days of filming, but I won't describe them in any detail as they're far too depressing. Finally, as filming was wrapping up for the day on the Thursday, Rob decided he was going to sort this out whether Kirsten wanted to or not. He knew she could easily get him thrown off the film, but he surprised himself by realising that was of secondary importance to him.

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Kirsten's mouth was open and a shout was forming on her lips when she realised it was Rob who had just walked into her trailer unannounced. Just because she wasn't going to shout didn't make things any better though.

"Could you please leave Rob?" She turned away from Rob and back to her desk as she said this. She was wearing a bathrobe and looked as if she was about to get dressed before heading back to the hotel for the night. "Please remember to knock before you barge in next time."

"Oh come on Kiki, can't we just forget about that night? We were both drunk and we fooled around a little. Nothing for either of us to be ashamed of and certainly not reason for you to avoid me like we have been!"

"Easy for you to say. It wasn't you making a complete fool of yourself by throwing yourself at someone and then passing out. Not to mention waking up the next morning and remembering what you did the night before.

"Kiki." Rob tried to console her but she cut him off.

"But the worst thing of all Rob, was waking up all alone like that, with nothing to tell me where you had gone and realising I had been rejected by someone I really cared about." It was only as she said this that Rob realised Kirsten was crying quietly as she spoke.

"It wasn't like that at all I promise you. I really care for you Kiki and of course I wanted something to happen between us, but I was feeling bad about it even before you passed out. I didn't want us to get together while we were drunk and then maybe regret it afterwards. When you passed out I decided the best thing I could do was put you to bed and leave. I thought you may be embarrassed, not to mention hung-over, the next morning when you woke up and saw me there."

"So, it's not that you didn't want me then?"

"Kiki, are you nuts? I've wanted to be with you almost from the moment I saw you, but I never thought you wanted to be anything more than friends. I'd half-convinced myself that was good enough for me, but now I'm sure that I want more than that."

Kirsten smiled at this and they both seemed to relax somewhat. Kirsten invited him to sit down and the conversation began to flow again as the awkwardness faded away. They even managed to start joking about all the alcohol they'd put away, when the subject of the karaoke came up.

"I don't even remember singing, but people keep saying they really enjoyed it and hope I'll do it again soon. why are you laughing?"

Rob just couldn't hold the laughter back and it came spilling out of him. "I'm sorry Kiki, but you were pretty drunk by then and your singing was just bad. I know you've got a good voice but you were just too far gone to be able to perform at your best. It actually made me think of the sound that a cat would make if."

For the second time in a week, Rob found himself cut off by Kirsten's soft lips pressing against his. This time he was able to relax into the kiss far more and found himself eagerly responding, kissing her back almost feverishly.

When they finally broke the kiss, Rob was able to ask why she did that.

He was greeted by a warm smile from Kirsten that just made her look even more adorable to him. "I love the fact that you have no problems telling me I sucked. No-one I know apart from my oldest friends would just tell me straight out I was terrible at something, certainly not a co-star getting his big break. I think that's one of the reasons I've found myself feeling the way I do about you. So, do you have any reservations about us continuing where we left off in my hotel room?"

Rob could just shake his head as Kirsten stood up and undid her robe. Underneath she was wearing only a small bra and panties set, which framed her lithe body perfectly. He was beginning to get more comfortable with the situation and some of his natural confidence was returning.

"So no little tennis outfit for me to peel you out of then?" His tone was one of mock petulance and an exaggerated sulk appeared on his face.

"Maybe next time," Kirsten laughed back. "This time you'll have to be satisfied with just little old me. Is that enough for you?"

"Oh, I think I'll be able to make do."

"Good boy" Kirsten smiled as she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were sensational. Not particularly large, but firm, with thick, puffy nipples that were in pink contrast to the milky white skin previously hidden from view. Rob reflected that her wet t-shirt look in Spiderman hadn't done her justice, they were that spectacular. Her panties joined her bra on the floor and Rob took his chance to gaze at her naked body. She looked amazing, flawless from her beautiful face all the way down to the thin strip between her legs.

She dropped to her knees between Rob's legs and starting pulling his trousers off. He was obviously as hard as he'd ever been and Kirsten quickly pulled his boxers off him to get at his stiff cock. It stood up proudly and Rob could tell that Kirsten was impressed by his size.

Her hand started to stroke Rob, caressing him into an even higher state of arousal. His hands inched outward, running through her long blonde hair, giving way to the moment as he stared downward, pulling her mouth closer to his growing erection. Then all he could feel for a second was her breath on the head of it. She looked up at Rob and smiled, slowly teasing her lips around the head before enveloping him with the warmth of her sweet, wet mouth. She began to stroke at the same time. Her mouth was busy licking and circling the head. She pulled it into her mouth as she worked her fist up and down near the base.

Rob grabbed the edge of the chair for support, his hips gently rocking with her movements as she started to suck. So many times Rob had imagined how it would feel to fuck her mouth and now he was experiencing every detail. He stared down at her as she sucked his cock, all the way in until her nose brushed against his thighs, then all the way back until his knees were weak.

Unable to take anymore, Rob raised Kirsten forcibly to face him, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her passionately. Again, it was a kiss that he had imagined so many times before. They made love with their mouths, combing and biting, sucking and exploring. His hands traced up and over her breasts, circling her nipples until she let out a moan of pleasure at this treatment. She then stood up, while Rob remained seated.

Kirsten pressed her pussy toward Rob's face and reached her right hand down to run her fingers over its smoothness. She must have shaved it that day it was so smooth. He brought his face to it and kissed the outside of her lips. She grasped the back of Rob's head and pulled his hair. He ran his tongue up and over her labia, careful not to part them. She let out a quick breath and Rob reached his hands around to steady her. Grasping her ass in both hands he slid his tongue up between her pussy lips and discovered it tasted good. Her pussy at this point was literally dripping and he began to lick up her juices. He carefully kissed each of her pussy lips and pulled them each into his mouth separately running his tongue all over them. He worked his way up to her clit and gently flicked it with her tongue and then pushed it softly from side to side with the end of his tongue. It didn't take very long before Kirsten moaned loudly and collapsed into Rob's lap.

"Hmmmm... you know how to do that really well. Will you fuck me now?" she asked. Her legs were straddling Rob and he could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy against his dick. He leaned backward, leaving her atop him. "You like it this way huh," she asked referring to her being on top. She reached between his legs and took hold of his cock. She slid it back and forth between her legs, rubbing his head against her swollen pussy lips. And then, in one fluid motion, he was inside her. He saw her bite her lower lip and reach her hands up rub her breasts. She began to grind against him. At that moment it was only Kirsten and Rob in the whole world. She brought her hands down onto his chest to steady herself and began to ride him very hard. He could feel his balls moving around between his legs as he thrust up into her. They both started to moan and grunt as they fucked wildly.

They looked into each other's eyes and both smiled at the same time. Her breasts were bouncing all over. Then Rob could feel it. Her pussy tightening around him. She moaned very loudly and then began to really grind her hips back and forth and around in circles. Rob could tell she was on the verge of orgasming. And then she did. Her body tensed and her eyes slammed shut. Her pussy spasmed and she came, grinding the wetness of her pussy against his pubic bone. The next few minutes they lay in each others arms, Rob giving her time to recover before carrying on.

"Get on your hands and knees," Rob said while motioning towards the bed.

"I like the way you think," Kirsten smiled. She got into the position and Rob moved in behind and slid easily inside her. The sweat from their love-making was running down his face and dripping on her back. Her hair was in sweet disarray. Rob began to fuck her again. Her breasts swinging wildly, Rob reached his free hand to squeeze her left breast. She was slamming back into him and grunting and moaning with each thrust. Rob could sense she was going to cum again and then he started to feel that undeniable sensation in his balls. Rising up, sliding through his rock hard dick.

"I'm going to shoot," Rob warned while trying to hold back to hear her answer.

"Do it. Do it inside me. Don't worry, I'm on the pill," she half screamed. Rob was not thinking anymore, he was just acting on instinct. He grabbed her hips and began to slam hard into her. He started to orgasm and lost his momentum. His body was weakening and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He began to come wildly inside her, still fucking her as best he could. She began to call out, "I can feel it! You're coming inside me." Rob seemed to come forever before sliding his dick out of her and collapsing on the bed next to Kirsten. She was moaning about how she had just come again as she fell down next to him. Rob kissed her long and hard as they were still trying to catch their breath. Rob looked at her, thinking about how sexy she was. She was smiling, her body sprawled out next to Rob's on her bed. Her legs spread, she was absent-mindedly running her fingers over her pussy and between her lips. He could see some of his cum oozing out of her. She pulled some of it onto her fingers and brought it up to her mouth. Licking it seductively from her fingers, her eyes glittered dreamily.

"Wow," was all Rob could muster.

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An hour or so later, they were curled up in the bed in Kirsten's trailer, having shared a shower in which they had only just resisted starting things up all over again. They were spooning comfortably and Rob was stroking her back softly, having learnt from Kirsten that this was one of her favourite things.

"What happens now?" Kirsten asked quietly.

"Are you asking what I think will happen or what I want to happen?"

"Tell me what you want to happen first."

"I want to do as well as I can in this movie by day and spend my nights with you. I want to show you round London, take you to my crummy flat and introduce you to Rhys, my best friend. I want to take you to see bands I like and to see old movies you've never even heard of. I want us to go to restaurants together and most of all I want us to spend a lot of time in bed together. After filming ends. I don't have a clue what will happen. Do you?"

"I agree with you on what to do during filming, but I'm at as much of a loss as you are about what will happen after that. I've got other films to do, including Spiderman, and I'm sure that you'll get some offers based on this film." Kirsten sighed as she finished.

"Well lets do all those things we want to do together for now and we'll see which way the wind takes us when all is said and done. How about that?"

Instead of a verbal response, Kirsten answered by turning round in Rob's arms and kissing him again. This would go on for some time, so let's leave it there.

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Well, I bet that surprised a lot of you Rob Llewellyn fans out there. None of you knew that he had any romantic connections to Kirsten at this point did you? You all thought they were just friends at this time and only got together later. Well, there's a few reasons you didn't know about it. Kirsten was at this point not that well known in Britain, especially without Mary-Jane's red hair, and the two of them were very discreet. If you want to know what happened to Rob, and Kirsten, after filming on Wimbledon wrapped, then you better read the next chapter of this book.

Thanks for reading. Hope you're still awake by this point. Again feedback is welcome at the link below.



Star Struck Ch. 02



Don’t be reading this story if you’re under 18. To the best of my knowledge, none of the acts described here are true, it’s all just my imagination running wild. If you want to post this story somewhere, that’s great, just please leave my name and e-mail on it.

Thanks once again to Rich Wilson and my beloved flatmate (who shall remain nameless) for their valuable advice. The same goes for Pete Grunigan, who is surprisingly helpful for an Englishman. Also a very big thank you to those who sent me feedback on my first effort, you know who you are. Feedback of any sort is again welcome, send it all to the link below. Happy reading.

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Rob picked himself up off the stones and wiped the blood from his jaw before attempting to get into a fighting stance. He had just raised his guard when a foot thudded into his side, knocking the wind out of him. Despite this, he lashed out with a sharp right and was rewarded by the familiar crack of breaking bone. Ignoring the man’s cry of pain, he delivered a knee to his forehead, ending the attacker’s pain for the moment. Just as he spun to face the second assailant, he felt an almighty pain in the back of his head and dropped to his knees, barely staying conscious. He did catch the click of a switchblade and felt a rush of despair. He tried to meet his killer’s eyes, but could only make out a shadowy figure lunging at him, knife arm outstretched. Rob desperately tried to raise his arms in self-defence, knowing he was too late and this was…

“Cut!” The director’s voice boomed out. “That’s a wrap everybody. Great work guys, I think we nailed it that time. Get out of here, we’re done for today.”

It probably wasn’t as graphic to Rob as I described, but it sure looked that way from where I was standing. This was right at the back of the set of course. I sure as hell wasn’t needed here and I wasn’t looking to get thrown out, so I stayed as unobtrusive as possible. I thought of going over to see if Rob had avoided injuries this time, but saw he was already receiving assistance.

“I didn’t break anything this time, did I?”

Rob would have likely responded with sarcasm to this question, had it been posed by almost anyone else. Instead, he smiled at the questioner and took the proffered hand. His sore muscles groaned at being exerted again and he checked himself over for any obvious damage. He needed a new vest, as this one was dirty and ripped way past the wardrobe department’s specifications. Besides that, it seemed all he had to show for it was a few more bruises.

“No Michelle, you seem to have gone easy on me today. No broken bones or internal bleeding as far as I can tell. I only hope that my left arm still has enough feeling in it to lift a pint.” Rob smiled at his co-star, hoping she wouldn’t choose this moment to again show how much tougher than him she was. Rob was no lightweight but he was totally outclassed here by a woman who could beat him without breaking sweat.

Obviously Michelle Rodriguez had decided he’d suffered enough for one day, choosing only to give him the finger in response to his comments.

“I can’t believe you. I show you how much fun a night of drinking only tequila slammers can be and you want to go back to your English beer? That stuff tastes like it’s been left in a cellar about fifty years too long.”

“Well some of us want to be able to have a few drinks and then be able to get out of bed in the morning. Your idea of having a few drinks is to consume enough alcohol to stun a buffalo and then spending the next day in bed recovering. I have no objections to that normally, but not when I have to shoot fight scenes the next day.” Rob rubbed his aching temples while saying this, still feeling the effects of all that tequila.

“Oh you poor little baby!” It didn’t take a telepath to realise there was some sarcasm in that voice. “Seriously, come to my trailer and I’ll make it all better.”

Rob smiled widely at this; he and Michelle had been heavily flirting almost since the day they met, but it hadn’t gone further than some dry humping in a pub one night. Even then, Rob couldn’t tell whether Michelle was just trying to give him blue balls. She flirted with him half the time, then treated him like just another mate the rest. Rob had decided that he would not initiate anything, he didn’t know how a girl once arrested for beating up her roommate would react if she didn’t like the offer. Rob had hopes that an invite to her trailer, an honour he had previously been denied, indicated that this was the moment he was going to get in Michelle’s knickers.

Michelle’s trailer was the best on the lot, not a huge compliment considering everything was being done a shoestring budget, but it beat the hell out of Rob’s broom closet. It had a decent-sized living area, a bedroom in back and a bathroom. A big Hollywood diva would probably have freaked at the conditions and demanded an upgrade, but Michelle couldn’t be further from that. She instructed Rob to sit down on the couch and moved into the bedroom area of her abode. Rob heard the sound of her flak jacket being unzipped and took a deep breath to calm himself. He checked his breath and ran his hands through his hair, wanting to look his best.

He found his lust for Michelle had created some problems for him since meeting her. She’d been like a bloke in the things they did together and he’d find himself thinking of her as just another of the boys. Then of course she’d inevitably stretch or do something else that pulled her top tight against her firm breasts, and Rob’s mind would switch straight to imagining her bent over the bar while he fucked her hard from behind. She seemed to have this effect on just about everybody, I felt the same way and I think she’s well aware of how blokes feel about her. Michelle’s laddish behaviour had seemingly isolated her from the women on set, as all her friends were blokes. Either that or she just didn’t enjoy the company of most Hollywood women. Most of them were likely too busy dieting and getting early nights to go out and get hammered on a pub crawl, then consume a kebab at the end of the night.

Any thoughts of laddish behaviour flew out of Rob’s head when Michelle walked back out into the main part of the trailer, having changed her clothes. She was now clad in a pair of baggy combats and a clingy wife-beater. Doesn’t sound that hot does it? Trust me when I say that nobody wears an outfit like that the way Michelle does. What would look like casual wear on anyone else made Michelle look like the perfect woman; one who’ll drink you under the table and then fuck you to within an inch of your life.

“Sit on the edge of the couch and lean back into me” She told Rob while seating herself behind him, her legs either side of his body. Rob leaned back happily, feeling her tits pressing into the back of his neck. He’d been in constant pain since finishing shooting, but now he’d forgotten all about his aches and pains. Michelle may have been a tough lady, but she certainly felt soft enough at this moment to suit Rob.

Michelle began giving Rob a head massage, her fingers tracing their way over his scalp. The soft rhythm of her fingers was immediately relaxing to Rob, yet incredibly sensual at the same time. The combination of the fingers running through his hair and the feel of her warm body behind him was certainly enough to turn him on, although thankfully his trousers were baggy enough to not make it too obvious.

Michelle moved her hands down onto Rob’s shoulders and begin to press her fingers deep in to the tired muscles. She moved her hand to his neck and gently caressed the tight muscles that she found there. She began to slowly pull his hair softly in an effort to wake up each nerve ending. Michelle returned her hands to Rob’s shoulders, moving them lower as she tried to tug on his filthy vest. Rob happily reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, allowing her hands to get direct contact with skin.

Michelle’s hands continued to massage Rob’s shoulders, feeling the tension slowly dissipate. The muscles in Rob’s neck began to relax as his head slowly fell back. Michelle moved her hands to the front of his throat as she softly caressed his skin. She returned to Rob’s shoulders once more, gently pushing his body a bit farther away from the couch and herself. Michelle’s hands slid down past Rob’s shoulders to his back. As Rob’s body continued to relax a soft moan escaped his lips, a languid feeling spreading through his body. Michelle pushed Rob forward slowly until he was lying on his stomach. Michelle then stood above Rob, straddling his body. She then sat on his ass softly as her hands began to massage his back once more. She massaged deeply, first his back, then shoulders, followed by his arms and returning to his lower back. Rob was by now so relaxed that he felt his thoughts drifting to the roller coaster his life had become over the previous months…

Rob’s relationship with Kirsten had lasted for exactly the length of filming, no more. They had a great time together in those heady weeks; mainly thanks to amount of time they spent having great sex. At first it was enjoyable to be lying in my bed, knowing that those screams and moans (at least the feminine ones) were coming from one of the most beautiful women in the world. The enjoyment from that lasted only so long however, and soon I wished they’d just shut up for five minutes and let a guy get some sleep. Plus of course I wanted it to be me in there with Kirsten. I even would have put up with Rob’s presence for that, as long as no part of our bodies touched at any time.

They also managed to spend a good amount of time out and about around London, partly thanks to Kirsten’s reasonably low profile. Despite starring in a major blockbuster, she was still able to walk the streets while retaining a degree of privacy. Thanks to some sensible precautions in terms of disguising her appearance around cameras, they managed to keep the relationship under wraps. I was forced to help out in this if they did have any trouble, running interference if someone looked likely to snap a photo of them. I only narrowly avoided a good kicking on more than one occasion, but really had no choice in the matter. I was forced into this in order to stay on friendly terms with Kirsten after a little faux pas. I’m a Buffy fan and mentioned one night over a few beers how sexy Faith, aka Eliza Dushku, was and how I’d love to meet her. I can’t believe a sweet girl like Kirsten could swear so proficiently. She refused to elaborate on the why, but Eliza obviously is not one of Kirsten’s favourite people. My offer to help preserve their privacy was a good way to make her like me again, after all you never know when being friendly with a Hollywood star will come in useful.

Rob and Kirsten were happy during that period, but knew that a difficult choice awaited them. Kirsten’s star was on the rise in Hollywood, while Rob was only just starting out on his career. Both knew that the press attention they would receive as a couple would most likely be negative in tone. Plus there were more personal issues. Rob was not ready to leave the UK, so it would have to be a long-distance relationship, something neither of them relished. There was also the issue of whether either of them was ready to commit to a long term relationship at this point in their lives. Kirsten had made it clear that for now her career came first and Rob wanted to enjoy the fruits of becoming a recognised actor.

They finally made the decision that the only choice that made sense was to break things off when filming ended. They’d stay friends and hoped to get together occasionally, timetables permitting. There was a real attraction between them, but it seemed more sensible to put it aside for now. They both agreed that they’d probably be tearing each others clothes off within 5 minutes of seeing each other next and they parted on the best of terms. 

Kirsten left to begin filming for Spiderman 2, with lots of promises about us flying out to see her soon. She promised to set me up with someone, even if it was just to get her and Rob some time alone. Needless to say, as long as the girl was fit, it suited me fine. Rob moped about for a while after she left, then threw himself into looking for a follow up project. It wasn’t long before he managed to get his hands on a script that interested him immensely.

The as yet untitled project was about a tough-as-nails, yet sexy as hell female mercenary. A woman able to do just about everything, ranging from assassination to being a bodyguard. The writer, who typically for his profession hung around the production company in bad clothes scratching himself, would tell anyone who bought him a drink that this ‘was the film that Tomb Raider should have been’.. Sounded corny to us, but a small American production company had bought the script and cut a deal with Channel 4 in Britain to get it made. The story mainly took place in London, before diverting to Mainland Europe for the final act. Being made on a shoestring budget, it was decided that all the filming could be done in Yorkshire, which apparently had all the qualities required to look like London, Paris and Geneva.

Rob had read the script as soon as word spread about the movie and had quickly seen it had some original ideas that would set it apart from the usual run of the mill movies in the genre. There was a strong streak of black humor running through the violence, which at times reminded him of the seminal Evil Dead. The moderate success enjoyed by the British movie Dog Soldiers had made this movie possible and landing Michelle Rodriguez, a rising Hollywood star, for the lead had confirmed the movie would be green-lit.

As for Rob, he had managed to win the role of Michelle’s sidekick, despite the fact that Two Weeks in Love was still in post-production and was some way from being released. Hank, his director from that movie, had advised the production team that Rob was well worth looking at and Beth’s recommendation of his talents also helped. Not having his agent lobbying on his behalf seemed to be hurting his prospects, so Rob decided to hire one quickly. Having played a significant supporting role in a movie starring Kirsten Dunst and the rising talent of Paul Bettany, Rob was something of a hot ticket amongst the many London-based showbiz agents. Kirsten had talked to her own agent in Hollywood about who Rob should choose and based on her recommendations, Rob had signed with a small firm run by a formidable woman named Marsha Klein. I’ll tell you more about Marsha later, but she added her backing to his attempts to win the part. Soon after, Rob got the part, albeit with a miniscule salary.

Marsha further impressed Rob by landing him one of the lead roles in a new West End play called Guacamole Window, written by a hot new playwright. This fit well into the time between the end of shooting for his debut and before he made the trip North for his second movie. The play only received mediocre reviews (mainly because it was pretentious wank), but Rob’s performance got some praise and it worked to increase his visibility.

Now halfway through a two-month shoot, Rob was enjoying working on this film, despite being stuck in darkest Yorkshire. He had found Michelle to be great fun, albeit in a totally different way to his previous co-star. Michelle’s more laddish characteristics were just what Rob needed to forget about Kirsten’s departure. He did find himself lusting after her, but he knew that he wasn’t in danger of falling for her and suffering any more heartache. His thoughts began to drift to one particularly kinky night with Kirsten when Michelle’s voice snapped him back to the situation at hand.

“Roll over stud” Michelle whispered into Rob’s ear. Rob was quick to oblige, realizing that his reminiscences had caused his hard-on to return full-force, but too relaxed to care. Michelle’s raised eyebrow and enigmatic smile showed this was one lady who was taking no offence. She straddled him again, this time resting her knees to either side of his thighs. She began once again by massaging Rob’s chest, seeming to relish the feeling of warm skin under her fingertips. Michelle’s hands began a journey lower towards Rob’s stomach. She moved her lips to his chest, taking one of his nipples into her hot mouth. She gently rolled it between her teeth, nibbling on it gently. Michelle then pulled her mouth away and continued her journey lower, spending a sweet moment kissing Rob’s abdomen. Rob managed to raise his head enough to see her eyes, the lust shown there told him she was unlikely to stop anytime soon.

Michelle moved her hands to the waist of Rob’s trousers as she searched for the button. Quickly losing patience, she gripped the fabric tightly and ripped it apart. Having already taken enough punishment through the day’s filming, they tore easily at Michelle’s powerful touch. Her hands moved to pull Rob’s ruined trousers lower, slowly exposing his briefs to her hungry eyes. She continued to push his pants lower, exposing his now bare thighs to her stare. Michelle lowered herself until her lips were touching Rob’s legs, gently kissing, as she removed his pants completely. Her hands return to Rob’s briefs, as she studied the outline of his stiff cock. Michelle slowly inserted her fingers into the waistband of Rob’s briefs, quickly pulling them down and exposing his cock to her hungry stare.

Michelle smiled in a way that told Rob she knew exactly what she wanted. She lowered her lips to his cock but stopped just short of touching her lips to the hardened tip, only allowing her warm breath to make contact with his skin. Rob’s cock gently bounced in response. She opened her mouth allowing her tongue to snake out past her lips. She gently touched the tip of her tongue ever so gently to the tip of his throbbing erection. She licked his cock so softly at the tip that it was almost undetectable. Her tongue savoured the sweetness of his skin and she opened her mouth in response, hungry for more. She opened her mouth wider, taking his cock in farther as her hand reached out to grab his balls. Rob couldn’t hold in a soft moan, which only seemed to encourage Michelle to do more. Michelle chose that moment to get to her feet, leaving an incredibly aroused Rob lying on his back with his erection bobbing in the air. 

“Sit up here right now and you better keep your cock hard for me” she said as she began slipping her trousers off, revealing a smoothly-shaven pussy underneath.

Rob gaped at her for a second, before climbing to his feet and sitting himself in front of the table. He didn't like being told what to do, but he was too aroused to stop now and he knew that he would follow her orders for the chance to fuck her. The sight of her luscious breasts as she pulled her top over her head worked to further reinforce his willingness to do what she wanted.

Now clad only in her delightfully dusky skin, Michelle moved to stand directly in front of Rob. She quickly put on leg up on the table in front of him and the other on the seat next to him.

“Put your head up here, in front of my pussy.” Rob slid forward on the seat until his mouth was directly in front of her cunt, which was wet and glistening with her juice. Her scent overwhelmed him and he had to squeeze his cock to make sure he didn’t come on the spot.

"Do you want to eat my pussy?" she asked him. "Would you like to fuck me with your tongue, make me cum on your face?"

As he said "yes", she moved her hips forward, pinning him back against the seat, placing her pussy directly over his mouth. 

"Fuck me" she told him. "Use your tongue to get me off." Her pussy completely covered his mouth and he could only breathe through his nose. Each breath filled him with the smell of her, made it harder to control his cock. Rob realised that his hand was stroking it involuntarily, bringing him closer to the moment when his cum would shoot from his hot shaft.




Star Struck Ch. 02



I cracked my eyes open and sighed. I had just woken up from yet another dream about Chris McCray. The entire night I had been in and out of sleep, my dreams dominated by a certain male celebrity. The sun shone in through the window and I looked over at my bedside clock, seeing that it was just before 8. I yawned, still feeling like I could sleep a few more hours. I contemplated this before deciding that sleeping wouldn't have been much use anyway, seeing that I was pretty sure I would just fall into another dream involving Chris.

I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet coming into contact with the hardwood floor, which was warm from the sunlight hitting it. I stretched myself, feeling my muscles pull and relax, trying to rid themselves of their ache. I looked out the window and yawned. Thinking a swim would help reenergize me, I got up and walked over to my drawer, pulling out a pair of board shorts. I stripped down and donned the swimwear, grabbing a spare towel from my connected bathroom. I opened my door and looked down the hallway, noticing the guest bedroom door closed. 

I treaded lightly, not wanting to make any noise that might wake Chris. I made my way downstairs and to the kitchen, where the glass sliding doors led to my backyard. I stood at the glass door and looked out to the pool. The light reflecting on the surface of the pool was blinding. On reflex, my eyelids squinted to reduce the glare, as my eyes slowly adjusted to the light. My eyes finally adjusted enough for me to see somebody sitting by the pool. Upon closer inspection I realized that it was Chris.

He was sitting in one of the lounge chairs, wearing nothing but a pair of white shorts. His eyes were closed as he soaked in the rays, tanning in the sun. My eyes travelled from his face, down his neck, past his Adam's apple. I took in his muscled pecs, which complimented his washboard abs oh so nicely. His biceps were hard and I could see the veins running down his arms to his hands. I looked down at my own body and in comparison I was scrawny. Now I would say that I was extremely proud of my body. I did work out on a regular basis and definitely had some muscle definition, but next to Chris and his statue of a body, I was no competition. 

I found myself imagining running my fingers across his sun kissed skin, feeling every ridge on his body. My fantasies made me grow hard, slightly tenting my board shorts. I shook my head and tried to hide my erection, in the off chance that Chris opened his eyes and saw me. I turned away from the door, looking at my kitchen. I contemplated forgetting about the swim and preparing breakfast, anything to get my mind off of Chris. 

I took a step away from the door before stopping. I knew that if I ran from this, it was just going to get stronger and more difficult to control. I took a deep breath, composed myself and turned back to the door, this time sliding it open. I mean it was just a swim. I knew I could control my lust. The hard on I was sporting had deflated, good thing too seeing that Chris had opened his eyes at the sound of the sliding door.

He smiled when he saw me, marking the return of the butterflies in my stomach. I was perplexed by my reaction, having not had that feeling since high school, where I had my first real crush. I ignored the feeling and walked over to the lounge chair beside Chris, throwing my towel onto it, acting as nonchalant as I could.

"You're up early." I said.

"I could say the same for you." He replied.

"Couldn't sleep anymore." I lied. He chuckled and closed his eyes again, returning to his tanning. Close up he looked even more divine, my hormones kicking into overdrive. I shook my head, diving head first into the pool, the cool water engulfing me. The cold assaulted my senses, knocking some sense into me. I stayed underwater for as long as I could, holding my breath till I was blue. I surfaced, the need for oxygen overcoming the pleasure of cold water on my skin, feeling refreshed. I looked over at Chris and he was in his same position. The sun danced across his skin in such a way that made my groin tingle.

Then I remembered the bet. I needed to get my mind off the actor that was sitting a few feet away. I swam to the deepest end of the pool; the area furthest away from Chris, hoping the added distance would somehow keep my lust at bay. I started doing some laps, avoiding looking in his direction and as I swam back and forth that area of the pool. It didn't work though; I couldn't get my mind off Chris. 

It was frustrating, very frustrating. In one way or another, Chris McCray was making living in my own house difficult. It was funny how I went from loathing the guy's guts to fawning over him in less than a day. I could almost hear Ryan laughing in my head, telling me he told me so and reminding me that I was going to crack by the end of the day. To a certain extent he was right. I was going out of my mind trying to retain what little self-control I had left, but that was the thing, I still had that little self-control and it was straining to keep me from doing something stupid. 

I did the only thing I could do. I took a deep breath and sank to the bottom of the pool, closing my eyes as I went down. The water rushed into my ears, muffling the sounds outside the pool. It was something I usually did whenever I needed to shut the world out and just clear my thoughts. I sank to the bottom and crossed my legs, sitting there trying to empty my mind. The sound of water in my ear had a sort of calming effect on me, always being able to get me to relax. After around a minute underwater, I could honestly say that, for the first time that day, I felt I could handle Chris McCray. 

I could feel my lungs start to burn, screaming for oxygen. I was about to surface when a sound distracted me. A muffled splash mingled with the hum of water in my ear. Before I could open my eyes, I felt myself being pulled upwards by strong arms. In my shock, I had opened my mouth. Water filled my orifice, the taste of chlorine slightly nauseating. In those few short milliseconds, instinct took over and my body involuntarily tried to take a breath, making me swallow a small amount of water. 

I felt my face transition from the cool water to warm air. I started coughing, my body trying to remove the water in my windpipe. After heaving till my throat hurt, I finally opened my teary eyes, finding Chris in front of me, a worried look on his face. His coiffed hair was matted down by the water and fell flat on his forehead. I felt his hands like vices on my upper arms, holding me afloat.

"What was that for?!" I shouted, my voice hoarse from coughing my lungs out. 

"You were drowning." He said, not letting go of my arms. 

"What?! I wasn't drowning." I said.

"But you were at the bottom of the pool. I thought..." he trailed off. I could still feel his hands clamped tight on my arms. It was then that I realized that my hands were trapped between our bodies, my right hand resting just where his heart should be. His skin was warm underneath my fingers, a contrast to the cold water. I felt the stirring in my pants and quickly pulled my hand away, pushing at his arms, to which he finally released his grip on me.

"Last I checked drowning people don't sit on the bottom of the pool without any signs of struggling." I said. He cheeks flushed crimson and he sank lower into the water until only his nose and eyes were above the water. I rubbed my arm where his hand used to be, trying to process everything that had happened in those few short seconds. He had jumped into the pool, and pulled me out because he thought I was drowning. It was definitely sweet and I couldn't help feeling a little flattered. "But thanks. It was very heroic. Stupid, but heroic." 

He looked up at me, his brown eyes locking with my green ones. His eyes travelled to my hand, which was still subconsciously rubbing the area where his hands used to be on my arm. He emerged from the water just enough so his mouth was out. "Sorry if I hurt you. Didn't mean to grab so hard." He must have misunderstood my actions and I quickly put my hand down.

"No it didn't hurt." I quickly said. It was really awkward. I mean what do you do when someone just tried to save your life? We both stayed in our positions, looking at anything but each other. I could still feel the sensation of his skin under my fingers and I longed to feel it again, but I knew I couldn't. I finally decided to move, swimming over to the edge of the pool and hoisting myself onto the edge. I sat there, my feet dangling into the clear water.

He moved too, swimming up to my feet. "I hope I didn't scare you too bad." He said. I looked at him and noticed he was eye level with my crotch. Mental images of him giving me a blowjob right there on the pool edge flooded my mind. I kicked water at him, in an attempt to change his position as well as hide my growing erection. He did move away, laughing as he went.

"Now we're even." I said, quickly getting up and walking over to my lounge chair. I faced away from the pool, using my towel to dry myself off. My board shorts were significantly tented by then and I couldn't turn around. I couldn't go anywhere or Chris would have seen it. Just then I heard him exit the pool and I knew he would be walking over to his chair anytime soon, leaving me in full view of him. Needing to think quickly, I hurriedly sat down on my lounge chair and bunched my towel around my waist, hiding the obvious tent.

As expected he came walking over to his chair, standing there. He was still dripping and I realized that he didn't have a towel. He wasn't planning on getting in the pool and so hadn't brought a towel. I put up my left leg, hiding my crotch from his view before throwing the towel for him to dry himself. He caught it in mid flight, muttering thanks before running it through his hair. I looked down and his white shorts were soaked, making them stick to his body and see through. He had a pair of briefs underneath but it still looked really erotic. I pulled my eyes away when my dick got harder. I took deep long breaths, willing my body to relax. Slowly, I felt the blood drain from my groin and my cock slowly deflating. 

He removed the towel from his head. It was the first time I had seen him without his hair styled in some way or another. It stuck out in odd places from being manhandled and yet he still looked good. It may have even made him look cute in a way, with his hair tousled all around. I realized I had been observing him for too long so I quickly made a comment. "Nice hair."

He blushed and desperately tried to comb his hair with his fingers to get them into something of an organized mess. I laughed at his efforts, making him smile and chuckle too. "Oh shut up. Like you're any better." He said. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction so I shrugged my shoulders, before getting up and walking towards the house. Closing the glass door behind me, I leaned against it, the cold glass making me shiver. I knew I almost cracked. The whole blowjob fantasy almost sent me over the edge. Even when he was drying himself, I had the intense want to just stand and pull him into a kiss. Hell I was even gawking at his pelvic area.

This was no longer just about the bet, if I had done anything it could have resulted in horrible consequences. I couldn't imagine sharing a house with someone who suddenly kissed you out of nowhere. That just screamed creepy, especially to a straight guy. I closed my eyes, running a hand over my face. A knock on the glass behind me made me jump. I stepped away from the door and Chris opened it, walking in. 

"I'm uh...going to go have a shower." He said, moving past me towards the stairs. 

"Haven't I said you didn't have to report everything you do to me?" I smirked. He simply smiled and headed for the upstairs bathroom. I waited where I was till I heard the click of the bathroom door lock. I sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter. It definitely wasn't going well for me. I could keep my emotions in check but just barely. I was however impressed with myself at how normal I could act in front of him, seeing that in the back of my mind, I wanted nothing more that pull him into bed with me.

I sighed once again and made my way up to my room. I entered my bathroom and stripped, throwing the soaked board shorts onto the sink counter. I turned on the water, setting it a little warmer than I usually did, before climbing in. I let the hot water run over my body, the feeling reminding me of Chris's warm hand on my arm. I found myself growing hard again but this time I didn't need to hide it. 

My right hand travelled down my body towards my aching member, grasping it firmly between my fingers. I imagined Chris in the other bathroom doing the same, jacking himself off, a figment of my fantasies. I moved my hand in a slow repetitive motion, pulling my foreskin back and forth over the head. I closed my eyes, the fantasy from the pool returning full force. This time I didn't try to repress the thought, instead feeding off of it. I could feel the stirring in my groin and I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. I released my load, my orgasm hitting me. Wads of cum came spurting out my dick, coating the side of the shower.

I let the orgasm subside, savouring every moment of it. My cock slowly deflated in my hands, the blood draining from it. I let out a breath. Even after my release, I didn't feel sated, not to the level I wanted to be at least. I longed for more. I longed for Chris, the forbidden fruit. Though I didn't feel fully satisfied, I did feel myself regaining some control over myself. The feeling of need to touch him was still there, but less strongly than before. I convinced myself that a daily jack off session would keep my hormones at bay, making it a lot easier to get through the week.

I finished my shower, removing any remaining semen that was still on the shower walls. Grabbing my towel, I exited the shower, drying myself off. For a moment, my mind wondered to Chris drying himself by the pool. I managed to shake the thought from my head, heading out to my room and changing into a t-shirt and pants, before heading down to start breakfast.

The rest of the day passed without much of a hitch. Chris spent much of his time with his script and I, trying to keep any lusting thoughts at bay, kept myself busy. I hadn't planned on cleaning my garage but it was the last place to accidently bump into Chris in the house. So I spent the afternoon clearing any junk that I no longer wanted, putting them in boxes and leaving them on the sidewalk for the garbage collector. I was a little OCD and I found myself throwing away so many things. 

I was so focussed on my task that I hadn't realized the time fly by until I noticed the sky outside getting dark. I looked at my watch and saw it was almost 8. I finished up whatever I was doing and went back into the house. Chris was sitting on the living room couch, flipping through channels on the T.V., his legs propped up on the coffee table in front of him.

"Why didn't you tell me it was so late?" I said, wiping my hands on my pants.

"Late for what?" he asked, pulling his eyes away from the T.V.

"Dinner." I said.

"No biggie. You were working and I didn't want to disturb you. Besides, I'm not really very hungry anyway." He said.

"Still, you should have told me. Anyway, I don't feel like cooking today. Wanna head out and grab some dinner?" I asked.

"Sure." 

"Cool, let me just get a quick shower." I said, climbing up the stairs to my room. I quickly showered, washing the layer of dirt on my skin that accumulated from cleaning out the garage. I changed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a white t-shirt, layered over with a long sleeved light blue shirt. I had the sleeves of the shirt pulled up and bunched around my elbows, and a simple pair of jeans. Happy with how I looked I picked up my phone, hitting 3 on speed dial.

The phone rang a couple of minutes before it answered. "Hello." said the soft female voice on the other end.

"Hey Sam. Justin here." I said.

"Yeah boss I know. There's something called caller ID." She said, chuckling into the phone. "So what's up?"

"Are you rushing off later tonight?" I asked. My restaurant closed at 9 and Sam was my sous chef. She helped run the kitchen whenever I wasn't there.

"Nope. Why?" 

"Would you mind staying a while after closing to cook something for me and a friend?" I asked.

"A friend? You finally taking our advice and going on a date?" She said, making me roll my eyes in response. Most of the kitchen crew and Ryan were always on me about not going on enough dates. 

"It's not a date. He's just a friend." I said.

"Uh huh, whatever you say boss." I could almost hear the smirk in her voice.

"You and Ryan are so alike." I said. It was true. Their personalities really matched. I know Sam had liked Ryan for a while but she had yet to tell him anything. When I asked her why she said it was unprofessional to date your boss. I understood that. Being my business partner for the restaurant, it was inappropriate if Ryan dated Sam. But then again, I owned the place. Who better to say what's appropriate or not but me? But I wasn't going to push her. It was her life and I let her live it the way she wants.

"Yeah yeah. So after closing? I'll be here." She said.

"Thanks Sam."

"No problem boss." She hung up and I stuffed the phone into my pocket, heading down the stairs. 

"Ready?" I asked Chris.

"Yep." He got off the couch, turning off the T.V. "So where are we going?"

"You'll see." I said, holding the front door open for him to exit. He walked past me, raising an eyebrow. I ignored him, closing and locking the door behind me. I walked to the black ford mustang that was parked in the driveway. Unlocking the door, I stepped into the driver's seat, Chris getting into the passenger side. I turned on the engine, flipping the top off. Chris looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. "What? It's Miami. You gotta ride in style." I said, putting the car in reverse and backing out of the driveway.

I sped down the road towards town, the wind blowing my short spikey blonde hair around. "So you're really not gonna tell me where we're going?" He asked over the sound of the wind. I shook my head, concentrating on the road ahead of me. I drove down the street, the beach to my right. The smell of salt permeated the air. My restaurant was near the beach and it was definitely one of the more popular locations for shops. I guess that was a contributing factor as to why the business took off so fast. 

I pulled into the parking lot, putting the top of the car down. Chris got out of the car first, looking around and surveying his surroundings. I got out soon after, locking the car doors. "C'mon it's this way." I said, walking down the road away from him. He ran up behind me, slowing to a pace to match mine once he caught up. I walked down the street, stopping outside the shop named, "Miami Kitchen". I know the name wasn't very creative but my dad was the one who named it. 

"Oh I heard of this place. Some of my friends back in L.A. love the food here. Too bad it's closed though." He said, pointing to the closed sign on the glass door. I chuckled and pushed the door open anyway. He furrowed his eyebrows but followed me in regardless. 

"Hey Sam! You here?" I shouted, taking a seat in one of the booths. Chris sat across from me, looking around the restaurant.

"Just a minute." Sam said from the kitchen. 

"So you know the person who works here?" Chris asked.

"I guess you could say that." I replied. Just then Sam came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. 

"Hey boss. So..." She trailed off and her face went blank. Her mouth hung agape in a way I had never seen before. You see Sam was a very composed woman, strong willed and tough, unwavering in her composure. It was the first time I had seen her go blank like that. Her eyes darted between Chris and me. I could almost see the wheels in her head turning, trying to make sense of the scene in front of her. 




Star Struck Ch. 02



"Better close your mouth before you swallow a fly." I said. She quickly closed her mouth shut, her cheeks turning ever so slightly pink. 

"Yeah right, like you can find a fly in this place." She quipped, returning to her usual composed self. "So anyway, what do you want to have boss?" She still looked slightly shell shocked but managed to hide it pretty well. 

"Hmm how about a couple herb crusted fillet mignons? Medium?" I said, looking at Chris for confirmation. He nodded and I smiled at Sam. "Okay then. That will be all Sam." She nodded and quickly retreated to the kitchen. 

"Boss?" Chris asked, looking at me.

"Oh didn't I mention. This is my restaurant." I said, nonchalantly walking over and fetching us two glasses of water.

"You seemed to have missed that part out earlier." He said.

"Well now you know." I said, setting the glasses onto our table. "I'll go get us some appetizers." I walked to the kitchen, seeing Sam at the grill. I heard the sizzle of meat as it touched the hot surface, the smell invading my nose.

"Never seen you lose your composure like that before." I said, walking over the fridge and taking out a small bowl of smoked salmon, but not before washing my hands.

"Well how was I supposed to know you were bringing Chris McCray here." She said, walking over to me while the beef cooked on the grill. She took one look at what I took out and immediately started chopping some onions while I sliced a baguette into thin diagonal slices, before popping them into the oven to toast. I had hired Sam because we just clicked in the kitchen. She knew what I liked to do and I knew what she liked. Our tastes were similar in terms of food and we could somehow read each other's mind when it came to cooking. 

"It was funny though. Will I ever see it again?" I asked, taking the cheese out of the fridge.

"Not in this life time Justin. Not in this lifetime." She said, going back over to the grill. I laughed, taking the slightly toasted bread out of the oven. I placed the salmon, cheese and onions onto little mounds on top each slice, sprinkling it with a little black pepper, before placing them back in the oven. I walked over and got two bowls of soup.

"I just put the bruschetta in the oven. Can you take them out in 5 minutes?" I asked, heading for the dining area with the two bowls.

"No problem." She said, flipping the filets of meat over. I walked out the kitchen, heading back to the booth where Chris was sitting. He was looking out the window, staring off into the distance. I placed the bowl in front of him, which knocked him out of his stupor. 

"Thanks." He muttered, sticking his spoon into his soup. I sat down, following his lead and slowly sipping my soup. 

"How is it?" I asked.

"Really good." He replied, taking another sip of soup. "So is this why you're so good at cooking?" 

"Whoa, Chris McCray thinks my cooking is good." I said, feigning shock.

"Oh I don't think it. I know it." He said. I smiled and blushed a little. Like most people, my biggest critic was myself. By doing so, it made me want to always strive to improve my cooking. So his statement was flattering to say the least.

"Thanks. I guess you could say that. This place used to be my dad's. He was the one who got me into cooking. This place wasn't very big back then though and when he passed away, many of the staff resigned, saying that it wasn't the same anymore. The few that stayed kept the place running with the help from my mom. So after high school, I went to culinary school so I could take over the business in the future." I said. 

"I'm sorry to hear about your dad, but look on the bright side, look what you managed to do now. I'm sure your dad would have been proud." I smiled. I was happy with what I managed to accomplish and I liked to think my dad would have been proud too.

"Thanks. So yeah I took over ownership of the restaurant and hired new workers. Ryan had just graduated college too so I asked if he wanted to be a partner and he gladly accepted. Sam back there was one of the first few we hired." 

Sam came out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with our food on it. She stopped at our booth and placed a plate in front of each of us. On the plate was a fillet of beef, surrounded by vinaigrette, and a side salad. The top of the beef had a layer of crusted herbs that gave the dish a very delightful aroma as well as adding to the taste. She placed the salmon bruschetta in between us and headed back for the kitchen. 

"Thanks Sam. You can head off if you want. I'll lock up here." I said. She nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.

"This looks great." Chris said, examining the food in front of him.

"I would recommend a nice wine to go with that but I don't serve alcohol here." I said, picking up my utensils and cutting a chunk of meat off, before putting it into my mouth. 

"Why not?" Chris asked, taking his first bite. I knew it was a little weird for a restaurant to not serve wine but I had personal reasons for not doing so.

"Long story." 

"I've got time." He said, taking another bite of his food. "This is really good by the way." He said, which made me smile.

"Well um I guess it had something to do with my dad. You see he was killed in an accident with a drunk driver." I said. Chris's expression fell.

"Oh...I'm sorry for asking. You don't have to continue." He said.

"No it's fine. So anyway, my father was involved in an accident. The driver, Luke Waver, collided with the driver side of my dad's car. According to the paramedics, my dad died on impact, but there was always the idea in my head that he hadn't and he had suffered for a few minutes before he died. After the incident, I remember being so angry with Luke. He had been sentence to prison because he had killed someone under the influence, but I felt it wasn't enough. No amount of punishment was enough to bring my father back." I felt my eyes water at the memory I hadn't revisited in so long.

"So that's why you don't drink? Because drinking has brought you pain?" he asked.

I wiped my eyes before continuing. "Not exactly. You see a couple of weeks after the incident, Luke had requested to see my mom and I. At first I didn't want to go because I didn't think I could look at him. But I did go. I wanted to go there and yell at him, tell him how much he had hurt me by taking my father away with his recklessness. I had imagined him to be a drunk, someone who was unkempt and had no regard for anyone but himself, but when we got there, he wasn't like that at all. 

"The first thing I remember was the look in his eyes. I could see the guilt and regret in them. The black bags under his eyes told me that the guilt had been clawing at him for some time. I kept quiet while my mom talked to him. As I sat there and listened, I found out that he wasn't some jerk or alcoholic. He was in a lot of ways like me. I saw myself in him; his personality was almost a reflection of mine. 

"After ten minutes, he finally looked at me. It wanted to scream at him, make him never forget the hurt he caused me, but I couldn't. He apologized to me, a genuine one but I kept quiet. I couldn't shout at him but I couldn't find it in me to forgive him either. We left that day, but somehow I felt emptier than I did going in. I felt that if a person like Luke, that was so much like me, could have done something like that, anyone could. It was that day I vowed I would never drink.

"It was two years later that I went back down to see Luke. He was still the same man, a little older but he still had that same guilt with him, although he did manage to hide it better. He hadn't expected me to visit him, resigning himself to the fact that I would have never forgiven him. But that was the thing. I was ready to forgive him. So that day was the day that I let it go. It was an accident and I knew my father wouldn't have wanted me to hold a grudge over someone. So I told him he was forgiven. He thanked me with tears in his eyes, before I left."

I looked up from my hands and saw Chris staring intently at me. His food had been barely touched since the beginning of the story and so was mine. "I guess we better eat before it gets cold." I said, going back to my food. Chris did so too but he remained silent, not saying anything. After we finished our food, I brought the dishes to the back and quickly washed them up.

I made sure the back door was locked before I re-entered the dinning area to find Chris staring out the window again. "Hey I didn't mean to get you down with the story." I said, sitting down across him.

"No it's just...I admire you. If I was put in your position, I don't think would have been as forgiving as you." He said, not peeling his eyes from the window.

"C'mon, it's nothing to admire about. I guess if I heard it from a different perspective I may have felt that forgiving him was something I couldn't do as well. But I did and I'm glad I could." I said.

"You really are something Justin Brigs." Chris said, looking at me and cracking a small smile.

"C'mon let's get out of here." I said, standing up and walking to the front door. Chris followed me out as I locked up the restaurant. It was a quiet night, the streets emptier than usual. I headed for the car but was stopped by Chris.

"Hey you wanna go to the beach, have a walk or something?" he asked. It was a cool night with a small breeze coming in from the sea. I thought about it and a walk on the beach would have been nice. I nodded my response and headed across the road towards the beach. 

When we got there, there were a couple people sitting on the sand to our right, looking out to sea. We, thinking not to disturb anyone or have Chris get recognized, headed down the coast in the opposite direction. We strolled along the beach at a leisurely pace. I stuck my hands in my pockets, occasionally kicking the sand in front of me. "Wow this is like one of those romance movies huh. Walking down the beach, the full moon shining brightly in the night sky." I said, in an attempt to break the silence.

Chris smiled but kept his eyes ahead of him. He was still not saying much and I couldn't help thinking that it was my story that made him so quiet. 

"C'mon say something. Talk about something that isn't sad." I said. He chuckled and stuck his hands in his pockets too. "Okay let me start...um...who is your acting role model?" I asked.

"Martin Furor." He said. Martin Furor was an acting veteran so to speak, winning multiple awards and staring in some of the biggest films of all time. "Um...what's your favourite movie?" He asked.

"Definitely not 'Tainted Heart'." I said. Tainted heart was one of the films Chris had acted in, during his early days. The acting was fine but the storyline was horrible.

"Ouch." He said, smiling.

"So let's see...what was your favourite movie you acted in?" 

"Oh 'Picture Perfect' hands down. I mean working with your best friend? Nothing beats that." He said. Picture Perfect was the show that he and Amy Reaver had acted together in. It was also the movie where they started dating after it was filmed, although they did eventually break up.

"Shenanigans on set I presume?" I asked, the smile on my face growing bigger as the conversation went on.

"Oh you know it. We were the ultimate pranksters on set." He said, smiling at the memory. 

"So the whole dating thing didn't make it awkward or anything after that?" I asked, curious.

"Well about that...not many people know about this but...we weren't actually dating." He said. I raised an eyebrow. "You see, it was just somewhat of a publicity thing. You know it always made fans go gaga when the actors actually start dating after a movie. So yeah we both agreed to it and that was that."

"Seriously? So are many of the dating celebs actually not really dating?" I asked.

"Well not all of them. Some. It's not too common these days as it was in the past." He said. "What about you? Anyone special in your life, maybe a nice girl somewhere?" he asked. 

"Nope. Just little old me." I said. I didn't know if I should have told him I was gay or not.

"Really? I would have expected someone to snatch you up. I mean girls love a guy who can cook." He said, flashing me his megawatt smile. I decided that I had nothing to gain from lying nor did I have anything to lose by telling the truth.

"I guess so, but it kinda doesn't work when you play for the same team." I said.

"Oh...I see." He said, his expression changing right then. The smile he had disappeared and he looked at me very intently. For a second I thought that he was homophobic or something. He looked away and kept walking down the shore. "I guess the girls are at a loss then." He said.

"So you're okay with it?" I asked.

"Yeah of course. Why wouldn't I be?" he said, looking at me, an incredulous smile on his lips.

"I don't know, your expression changed just now so I thought you were...you know." I said, making him laugh.

"Nah. I'm more than fine with it." He said. At those words I felt my heart flutter. I could feel my hopes increase with just that sentence. I knew it was not something I should have been doing but I was falling for Chris. Slowly but surely I was falling for straight Chris McCray. 



Star Struck Ch. 02



Lonnie noticed Louis white-knuckling his seat in the first class cabin of the jet. "Obviously, you've never flown before," she observed. 

"When I was a lot younger." 

"There's nothing to it. Just sit here and enjoy the ride." 

"Easy for you to say," Louis countered, anxiety obvious in his voice. 

Leaning closer, Lonnie whispered in his ear. "Later, after things quiet down, I'll introduce you to the mile high club." 

Louis turned sharply to her, momentarily forgetting his fear of flying. Of course, he'd heard of the mile high club, but he didn't think people really did that, so was she serious or just trying to take his mind off of his misery? He shook his head. It didn't really matter. "I told you. I'm just here with you to appease my grandmother." 

Lonnie smiled. "Of course, you are. But you and I both know that's not true." 

"You don't think so?" Louis questioned in an argumentative tone. 

With a knowing smile, Lonnie said, "Louis, in the last two days, you've had more sex than in all your life before. On top of that it was really great sex. You see, sex is like a drug; once you're addicted to it, you can't get enough. And you're on your way to becoming addicted. Now you're going to have even more great sex. That, my friend, is why you're here." 

Louis merely shrugged, knowing that anything he said, she would counter. Besides, while there might be some truth in what she said, the real reason he was being somewhat obstinate was to hide why he was really here: he just wanted to be close to Lonnie, but he didn't know why he did, and, he had to admit to himself, he was a little jealous that she had been with his father. 

* * * 

Since he had never flown anywhere, Louis did not think about how they were going to get from the airport to Lonnie's home. He simply followed her once they collected their luggage from baggage claim. It wasn't until she led him to a waiting stretch limousine that he took notice. He froze at the sight of the vehicle. 

"Never seen a limo before?" Lonnie asked. 

"Of course, I've seen one," Louis retorted. 

She nodded her understanding. "Now you get to ride in one." 

"Cool," he answered, finally allowing some excitement to show. 

Lonnie grinned to herself without Louis seeing. Yeah, he was glad he came, she thought. And it was about to get better. 

As that notion passed through her mind, two incredibly beautiful young women, eased out of the limousine and greeted them. 

Louis nearly tripped over his suitcase as he watched the blonde and the brunette rush over to Lonnie. Both wore short skirts and sheer white shirts, the blonde's visible bra was blue, the brunette's white. One took her briefcase, the other her purse. Once the driver had their luggage loaded into the trunk, Lonnie slid into the rear seat. The girls gestured for Louis to follow, and then they climbed in afterward, making certain he got good looks up their skirts. Of course, their panties matched their bras. 

"Louis, meet Gwen Davis—" the brunette waved "—and Diane McCloud." The blonde fluttered her fingers. They're my assistants, associate producers and basically to do whatever I need done. They've just come from wrapping a shoot. How did it go?" 

Diane handed her boss an iPad. "It's all on here. We filmed three come shots. Johnny came, but it was just a dribble, then Joey produced enough to cover Monica's belly, but it didn't jet out, so finally, Harry gave us some flying sperm. We can edit it into a decent money shot." 

Holding up the iPad as a gesture, Lonnie said, "Okay, I'll take a look." 

Gwen and Diane were sitting in the side seat, while Lonnie and Louis sat in the rear seat. Louis couldn't help watching outside to see the sites of Los Angeles, but his vision was just as drawn to these two gorgeous girls, particularly because the low seats of the limo made it difficult for them to sit too gracefully. What kept his eyes darting back and forth from outside to inside was the fact that they didn't seem to care about sitting gracefully. 

And then, there was Lonnie sitting next to him watching scenes from her latest porn movie on her iPad in such a way that he could easily see. 

And if all of that wasn't overwhelming enough, Diane turned back to face Gwen, and a moment later, Louis thought he saw her lean over and kiss the other girl. Gwen then returned the favor. Before long the two were engaged in some hot kissing. Now his eyes were glued to this action, although he stole a glance at Lonnie, who gave a quick glimpse over the edge of the iPad with a smirk, then returned to what she was watching. 

The two young women were now seriously swapping spit. Louis felt his cock get even harder in his pants. He leaned over to Lonnie and whispered, "Are they lesbians?" 

Flashing her eyes up to the two and then back to her screen, she answered, "No, they're just horny from filming all day." 

They were now removing each other's skirt. 

"How come they're not in your movies?" 

"They'd rather work behind the scenes." 

"They don't seem shy." 

Lonnie chuckled, "They're just blowing off steam. And they won't mind if you watch." 

While Louis and Lonnie were talking, Diane and Gwen had unbuttoned each other's shirts. They're hands were everywhere, feeling each other's breasts, cupping faces. Diane lowered one of Gwen's cups to suck nipple. Gwen produced a big smile, holding her friend's head against her tit. The blonde's hand even dipped into the brunette's panties. 

Then they were interrupted by a question from their boss. 

"Are the last two days' scenes on here?" 

Breathing heavily, Gwen responded, "Yes, the files are named by date." 

"Oh, yes, I see them." 

Diane had been eying and winking at Louis, and she could see the huge bulge in his pants. "Are we allowed to play with Louis?" she asked. 

Needless to say, Louis was taken aback. 

"I think that's a question for him, not me." 

"Want to play with us, Louis?" 

"Play with you?" 

Diane's face lit up. "He's so deliciously naive." 

"But he makes up for it in other ways," Lonnie commented. 

"Then lets see how," Gwen said, her expression filled with just as much anticipation. 

The two women reached out and pulled Louis onto the floor of the limousine, sandwiching him between them. Diane smothered his lips with hers in the most amazing kiss he'd ever had. He savored it instantly, but just as he decided he wanted it to last forever, Gwen twisted his face to hers. Her mouth action was no less enticing. They began taking turns, each kiss lasting no more than a few seconds, and after a minute, it was difficult to tell whom he was kissing. After another minute, it didn't really matter; it was just too much fun. 

But Louis was becoming dizzy between the constant shifting of his head and the motion of the car. He wiggled free and up, yet only made it to a kneeling position, as the girls arose to match his stance. 

Gwen had lifted her breasts up and out of her bra, and she pressed herself to him, her mouth to his. From behind him, Diane reached around and undid his shirt. Louis offered no resistance as she removed it and kissed his shoulders. The bulge in his pants was too irresistible for Gwen not to fondle it through the material. 

Now, it was Diane's turn again, Louis couldn't help but paw her breast even though it still resided in its cup. It felt so different from Lonnie's, so . . . so much younger. 

Gwen, meanwhile, was unfastening his pants, and while doing so, she leaned over as Diane did the same, and the two girls kissed again. Watching from this close exhilarated Louis to the point that he finished opening his pants and pushed them down enough to expose his rock hard cock, which he grabbed and stroked. Since he was facing Diane, she also latched on to his rod and pulled on it. 

Really getting into it now, Louis noticed that Gwen had shed her shirt so he reached around to play with her tits. She then dropped her hand down to fondle his balls. It was an awkward stretch for him so he eased his hand down to the waistband of her panties, pulling them down several inches and drove his palm between her legs. His fingers easily found her pussy and played with it. 

As the girls continued to handle his dick and balls, they kissed his neck and shoulders. Louis had thought he had reached the pinnacle of his life with his couplings with Lonnie. These two girls were sending him to the summit. He'd dreamed and fantasized about threesomes but he never, ever expected to have one. But then, he'd never expected to have sex like he'd had with Lonnie. Sexually, his life just kept getting better. How far could it go on this trip? 

Gwen took over stroking him, and as he kissed Diane, he lifted her tits out of her bra. Now Gwen was pulling his pants off completely, and he sensed they were about to move on. In his wildest dreams he never anticipated what came next. 

Laying on her back, Gwen maneuvered Louis to straddle her neck. This caused his balls to rest in her mouth where she licked and sucked on his scrotum. It was unbelievable to him. Diane then got own hands and knees facing them mouthing and slurping his cock. Louis thought he was going to pass out. He'd never in his life experienced anything so divine. 

Wanting to participate, Louis reached behind him and pulled and twisted Gwen's nipple while he ran his other hand along Diane's back. He felt like he should do more for them what with all they were doing to him. But they were clearly more experienced, and he was undoubtedly helpless. So, he let them continue. And he made sure he enjoyed it—not that there was any way he couldn't. 

After a few minutes he was feeling lightheaded so he fell over onto his back. Gwen removed the rest of her clothes and walked on her knees between his legs. She bent over and took his cock—still wet with Diane's saliva—into her mouth. The blonde moved around to straddle his face. She pulled her panties aside to expose her pussy. He got the idea, extended his tongue and started licking. He didn't know if he was doing it right, but he was having fun doing what he was doing. But Diane's moaning told him he was satisfying her. 

Meanwhile, he could feel Gwen going pretty deep on him when she wasn't coating his shaft in spit and licking his balls. With her pussy still planted firmly on Louis' mouth, Diane removed her shirt and bra and bent over to assist her friend with his rod. He couldn't see, but when they periodically paused, the lip sounds told him they were probably locking lips. He let this go on for a few minutes, but then he had to stop them because he feared coming too soon. 

They both lay on their backs, heads toward the front of the vehicle. Louis sat up, and when he saw the totally naked brunette with her legs spread, her pussy glistening with seepage, and the blonde clad only in see-through blue bikini panties sporting a wet spot in the crotch, thoughts of coming too soon vanished and only the notion of having his dick inside both of these pussies was on his mind. As Diane again pulled the elastic leg band aside and spread her vaginal lips, he knew this was his first port of call. His cock straight as an arrow, he walked on his knees to her, and with little aim, drove it right in. 

Diane lifted her leg and rested it on Louis' shoulder as Gwen massaged her friend's nearest tit, occasionally sucking her nipple. 

Diane's pussy felt divine, much tighter than Lonnie's, but not necessarily better. He was in such a euphoric state that he didn't think any pussy could feel bad or better than any other. They were just all different. How could anyone not want to sample as many as possible? And with that in mind, while plowing away at the blonde, he reached out and shoved two fingers into Gwen's snatch. She instantly groaned, but quickly grabbed his wrist to move his fingers in and out of her. 

And as though he couldn't get enough, he leaned over and planted his lips on the brunette's. Both girls were moaning and groaning. Even though the ride of the limousine was fairly smooth, there was enough motion to enhance the movements of the threesome. 

Louis continued to fuck Diane until she came. The loudness of her screams in the narrow confine of the vehicle nearly shattered everyone's eardrums, and the driver quickly raised the privacy window behind his seat. Mind over matter, Louis prevented himself from coming with her—though he easily could have let himself—because he still wanted to feel his cock inside of Gwen. 

And she was no less eager. When her friend finished, Gwen pushed Louis onto the side bench in a sitting position. With her back to him, she sat on his cock, guiding him into her. She might have even been tighter than Diane, or the angle of her vagina was different. Regardless, it was yet another new and thrilling experience. And what made it even more so was to be in one girl almost immediately after being in the other. 

As Gwen bounced up and down, Diane having recovered sat beside them and rubbed her friend's clit, kissed and licked her nipple, and fed her nipple to Gwen. After a couple of minutes of strenuous jolting, Gwen slowed, becoming tired. When she came to a stop, Diane was there to pull Louis' cock out and dribble saliva down his shaft before spreading it around by going down on him with her mouth. 

There was another fascinating experience: pussy to mouth. And then Diane put it back in Gwen's hole. Louis had almost forgotten about Lonnie and so he stole a quick glance at her. He saw that she was watching with great interest, and was even discreetly rubbing her own pussy through her clothes. 

Reminding himself that the girls had already been horny when they got in the limo, Louis was not really surprised when Gwen came quickly, particularly since she had to endure her friend having relief first. Fortunately, the brunette did not scream as loud as the blonde had, but her orgasm seemed just as intense. 

Louis was ready to come also, but he knew he shouldn't let go inside of Gwen, so he waited until she got off and quickly covered his cock with her mouth. Diane was there to have her turn, and once again, they alternated letting him fuck their mouths. 

Finally, he didn't want to hold out any longer and let his sperm go. Surprisingly, the girls caught the copious amounts of cream bubbling out, and between them, they managed to swallow pretty much all of it. 

"Damn, he can shoot a load," Gwen noted with amazement. 

"I told you, he makes up for the naïveté," Lonnie reminded her. 

"And he's still hard!" Diane saw. "And I'm ready for more," she said as she got back on the floor, almost prone, but with her butt sticking up. She wiggled her ass. "Come on, Lou. Let me have it." 

With a big grin and a shrug, Louis got on his knees behind her. Gwen knelt beside her and spread Diane's ass cheeks allowing him to plow back into her pussy. Louis put his arm around Gwen's neck, and she dribbled saliva down on his cock as he thrust away. Feeling bold, he pulled his dick all the way out resting it in Diane's ass crack. Gwen got the idea and sucked the tip, savoring her friend's sweet pussy juice. Louis then reinserted his cock in Diane and pumped away. A minute or so later, Gwen stopped him so she could suck him some more. Again, he went back to Diane's hole. 

This time, Gwen stopped him sooner, and the game became one thrust in Diane's pussy, then one slide in Gwen's mouth, and so on. If this wasn't living, Louis didn't know what was. Diane had craned her neck around to see what was going on. He went back to more time in the blonde and infrequent stops for Gwen. He compensated by bending down to kiss the brunette. 

Gwen then moved forward to play with Diane's hanging tits bouncing into one another. The blonde turned her head so the two girls could also kiss. Gwen returned to the rear where she again spread Diane's ass cheeks and dripped more spit into her crack. But when she used her forefinger to spread the saliva around her friend's anus, though never entering that hole, was when Diane had her second, more powerful orgasm. She collapsed all the way on the floor. 

Gwen lay beside her with spread legs, and Louis knew she wanted him inside her. He was only too happy to oblige. He placed his palm on her abdomen with his thumb in position to rub her clit. Diane recovered and moved over to kiss Gwen, suck her nipples, have a turn fingering her clit, and like Gwen, have some licks of Louis' cock coated with pussy juice. 

Louis watched Diane rub Gwen's clit so hard, he feared she'd rub it right off. But obviously, these two had played this game before, and the former knew just how much pressure to apply. As an added inducement, Diane held Louis' cock, and while jerking it, she rubbed the head against Gwen's clit. That was all the latter needed to come again like a bucking bronco. 

When she finished, Diane aimed her head between Gwen's legs in anticipation of Louis coming again. She opened her mouth, and when he saw that, he was ready. He pulled out of Gwen, and just like in so many movies he had seen, he grabbed hold of his cock and jerked it a few times—that was all that was necessary—until the first few jets hit Diane's chin, her mouth, upper lip, and of course, Gwen's abdomen. He didn't shoot quite as much as the first time, but when he stopped, with her face dripping semen, Diane sucked out whatever remained inside him. She then licked some of it off of her friend's belly. 

When Diane finished by kissing Gwen and allowing the brunette to lick the remaining cum off of her face, Louis thought the scene had caused him to ejaculate more, but when he looked down he was dry. 

As the girls raved about Louis' prowess, Lonnie looked forward to the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror. She glanced around the interior of the limousine, then back at the driver, who nodded. She then returned the nod and said, "Everyone get cleaned up. We're just about home." 

* * * 

Louis' second big surprise since arriving in Los Angeles was exiting the limousine in the driveway of Lonnie's home—mansion. It was located at the top of a hill with an exciting panoramic view. The ocean could be seen out to the west. 

Awestruck, Louis asked, "What part of L.A. is this?" 

"This is Chatsworth," Lonnie explained, "north of Los Angeles. Burbank is in between. Chatsworth is the home of the adult film industry." 

Gwen and Diane had not completely dressed. They made it as far as bras, panties and unbuttoned shirts. But as secluded as the huge house seemed to be, they didn't have any hesitation to strut inside half-clothed. 

That caused Louis' eyebrows to shoot up in amazement, which Lonnie noticed and brought a smile to her lips. 

Once inside, as though he'd just entered Disneyland, he said excitedly, "You've filmed movies here!" 

"Very observant," Lonnie remarked as the girls giggled. "Come on, I'll show you to your room. You can freshen up." 

"Do Gwen and Diane live here also?" 

Lonnie shrugged. "They spend a lot of time here—and nights." 

"So, the three of you . . ." Louis bobbed his head from side to side. 

"Sometimes." She studied him for a few seconds. "Does that bother you?" 

"I don't judge," Louis answered unconvincingly, though it did matter. "I'm learning that your business is not just work, but rather your way of life." 

"You don't get into this business if you don't like sex—at least most of us. What we do on screen isn't always real. So, we do it off-screen." 

"Is it always just fucking? Is there no emotion?" 

"Everybody's different, Louis. For some, it is just about the sex. For others, there's more to it." 

As she opened the door to a sinfully large bedroom with it's own huge bathroom, he wanted to ask her which category she fit in, but he was afraid to. He continued to ponder that thought as she left him saying she'd check back with him shortly. 




Star Struck Ch. 02



It occurred to him that as exciting as the ride from the airport had been, it had been just fucking, mindless, physical fucking. Whether Lonnie had felt it or not, sex with her had been much more. He'd felt emotion with her. Undoubtedly, she would say it was because it was his first time. But he disagreed. There was effusiveness with her. 

Lonnie had been right about one thing back home: sex was an addictive drug. And he wasn't certain he wanted to become an addict. 

These ruminations continued as he unpacked his meager suitcase and set out his few toiletries in the bathroom. The bathroom was bigger than both of the ones in granny's house put together, and likewise, the bedroom was larger than all three back home. 

This was the first time he'd ever been away from home and his grandmother. He felt emptiness. That and the emotional side of the sex had him wondering if he was doing the right thing by coming here. He reminded himself that it was only a "test," an interview, and that he was under no obligation, even though he knew Lonnie would do all in her power to make him stay. She had even gone so far as to arrange for granny to spend the time Louis was away in the assisted living facility so the old woman could test it out herself. Of course, he knew that Lonnie was baiting his grandmother so that she would want to stay, but there was no other choice. Someone had to lookout for her while he was gone. 

However, with all of this seemingly going for him, there was still some indescribable feeling gnawing at him. But he wasn't exactly sure what it was. Certainly, it was something he had never felt before. 

His thoughts were interrupted by the return of Lonnie, clad in a light-colored summer dress, and he'd wager nothing on underneath, as evidenced by the imprint of her nipples. To his sullen expression, she asked, "Everything okay?" 

Louis shrugged. "Just questioning my sanity in coming here." 

"This is your first time away from home, isn't it?" 

He nodded. 

She walked over to him and wrapped a motherly arm around him. "Just give it a few days and keep an open mind. And feel free to call your grandmother whenever you want." 

Again, Louis nodded, his suspicion confirmed by the touch of her breast against his arm; nothing but the thin material separating them. 

"We're going to stay in for dinner tonight," Lonnie told him. "The girls have made something special. Didn't want to overwhelm you by taking you out on the town, particularly since it seems you're already overwhelmed." 

"The girls?" Louis questioned. "Diane and Gwen?" 

"Yes." 

"They cook also?" 

"I told you, they do a lot for me." 

Louis nodded pensively. He was hoping to be alone with Lonnie tonight, but it didn't seem like there would be much opportunity for that this trip. 

Dinner was good starting with some kind of hard tortilla with tomatoes, avocado, cilantro, onions and lime. Next was a light penne pasta with tomatoes and basil, a medley of fresh steamed vegetables, and for dessert a mixed fruit tart. The girls tried to engage Louis to talk about himself, but in his experience, that usually bored people; although he was sure they had been coached by Lonnie how to react. Conversation rolled around to the porn business and Gwen and Diane told tales of what went on behind the scenes in making a movie. Some of it, Louis actually found interesting. 

After the meal, the girls asked Louis if he wanted to play while Lonnie took care of some business items that had arisen while she was gone. He could see the eagerness in their eyes, and while a repeat of the limousine ride was tempting, addiction and emotion were floating around in his head. He declined, but felt no regret. Instead he feigned fatigue and opted to turn in early. 

In his opulent bedroom, Louis was more weary then sleepy. Perhaps he was just not used to such cavernous surroundings, but he believed there was more to it than that. Maybe he should have taken the girls up on their offer. It might have worn him out enough to sleep. But strangely he was just not in the mood for impersonal sex. 

Getting out of bed, he paced the length of his bedroom. When that didn't work he decided to venture further. Dim lights in the hallway assisted his navigation. Turning right outside his door would take him in a familiar direction: downstairs, so he opted to go left. The hallway terminated at a set of double doors and an educated guess told him what was probably on the other side. 

Instinctively, he knew that's where he wanted to go so he turned the handle quietly. 

"Come in, Louis," Lonnie said. 

"You were expecting me?" 

"Just call it a hunch. Couldn't sleep?" 

"Strange surroundings I guess." 

"There's a spot for you here." 

It was dark so he had to ask, "Are you alone?" 

"Of course." 

Louis slid under the covers and Lonnie squirmed closer to him. He could feel her cool bare breasts against his arm. "You're naked?" 

"Of course. You've never slept in the nude?" 

"Kind of hard living with my grandmother." 

"Oh, right. Well, now is your chance." 

Louis removed his t-shirt and sleeping shorts. Her satin sheets embraced his au naturel body. "This does feel nice. Why were you still awake?" 

"Waiting for you," Lonnie answered matter-of-factly. "And my feet hurt. I made the mistake of wearing new shoes to travel in today." She felt him moving around, pulling the covers off of both of them. "What are you doing?" 

"I think I can help with that." 

She felt him take both of her feet in his hands and begin massaging them. Surprisingly, it felt good. "Where did you learn that?" 

"My grandmother's feet are always bothering her, so I learned the gentle art of foot massage." 

"Wow, even the girls can't do that. It's very relaxing," Lonnie purred dreamily. 

Bending closer to her feet, Louis inhaled the sweet scent of her skin; nothing artificial, just a clean natural aroma as though she had showered or bathed before coming to bed. He heard her emitting muted sounds of enjoyment, and the thought that he was naked, in bed with a gorgeous porn star engulfed him in a mist of eroticism. Driven by that feeling and a desire to make Lonnie feel good, he opened his mouth and gently sucked on her toes. He heard a sharp intake of her breath followed by a soft, satisfying moan. 

A moment later, a dim bedside lamp came on. 

"Did you learn that from granny also?" she whispered seductively. 

"No. This part I'm making up as I go. Do you want me to stop?" He licked and sucked each toe individually and as lovingly as possible. 

"No. You're on a roll. No one's ever done that to me. I love initiative in a male partner." 

That was a boost to Louis' ego. He took both feet together and sucked both big toes into his mouth. 

"You're making me horny, Louis. I never thought of my feet as an erogenous zone, but you sure are turning them into one." 

Louis loved the sultry tone of her voice. He reminded himself that she was an actress, particularly a sex star, but he allowed himself to believe that since no cameras were rolling—at least as far as he knew—this was real. And it spurred him to move on kissing a trail up her calf and thigh. A quick glance up at her face revealed a satisfied smile. He continued his trek up to her breast and sucked her nipple. 

Lonnie cupped his head and draped a leg over his shoulder as he went to work on her other nipple. She pulled his face up to hers, looked him sensually in the eye, then licked his lips. He wasn't expecting that, but he surely found it stimulating. And what was even more so was when she pressed her lips to his, opened her mouth and darted her tongue into his, dueling, sucking and licking. 

His dick harder than he could remember it being and with the oral theme of this session so far, Louis slid back down, held Lonnie's legs apart and slurped her sweet, wet pussy. After letting his tongue dance over every part of it, he pulled back to gaze at her beautiful flower. He'd seen a lot of close-up pictures of vaginas on the internet, but none as amazing as this one. Not a hair on it, every twist and fold symmetrical, even a pretty shade of pink; just one more attribute that made her so incredibly desirable. He wished his tongue was longer so he could insert it further in to enjoy the spectacular softness of her inner walls. Instead, he kissed her pussy like he was kissing her facial lips. 

Lonnie continued to moan and tell him how good he was, but little did he know that her sentiment was genuine. She was a porn star, so most guys just fucked her. Even when the sex wasn't part of work and just for pleasure it was still just fucking to get off; recreational sex. There really was something different about Louis, and it made sex with him all the more enjoyable. She could lie here and have him do this all night, but there was also that fantastic tool of his. 

Once again, she tugged on him to bring his lips to hers and treated him to another, sloppy, passionate kiss, enjoying licking her own vaginal secretions off of his face. Then she asked him to stand on the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and took hold of his steel spike. He was as hard as she'd ever seen any man she'd been with. Tenderly, she swirled her tongue around the head of his penis and she heard him let out a string of short, quick breaths. She took a couple of inches of him into her mouth, lathering him up before going down further a few times. Now, high-pitched squealing sounds were escaping his lips. She dribbled saliva down on him and continued her slow, sensual blow-job. 

In all of the porn he had watched, Louis always felt that there was too much emphasis on women sucking men. But now that he'd finally been blown, and particularly with this session now, he easily understood why guys loved to be sucked. And then to have it done by a world class porn star. Too much more of this and his legs would buckle. 

Sensing he was weakening, Lonnie traded places with him, forcing him onto his back on the bed, while she stood over him. Before she bent to take him back in her mouth, he eyed her magnificent body in the poor light. Just looking at her was enough stimulation. She took his breath away. 

Lonnie licked the entire length of his shaft up and down several times, but she moved her tongue in a manner that was much more lascivious than just slurping an ice cream cone. He wanted to watch her but he was in such a lustful state that he let his head fall back to enjoy the sensation. 

Finally, she climbed back onto the bed, spread his legs and sat between them. She pulled his pulsing cock against her pussy rubbing it side to side against her splayed labia. She then extended one leg aiming her toes at Louis' mouth. He eagerly opened up and let her slide all five in. His head was spinning from all of this kinkiness. It was thrilling the course a sexual escapade could take. 

Sitting up, Lonnie once again mouthed Louis' hard cock, but only to lather it. She then climbed aboard him, grabbed his wet rod and aimed it at her waiting pussy. He thrust upward driving it all the way in. She sat back and pivoted her hips forward and backward. He reached up and fondled her bouncing tits. She leaned forward, grabbed his arms and held them above his head while continuing the short, fast jabs of her hips. 

Loving the feeling of his cock inside her marvelous pussy, Louis thought the woman really knew how to fuck. The walls of her vagina simply embraced his cock in the softest manner imaginable. He also really liked her being on top. It was a totally different experience from him being on top. So, when she withdrew and slid back to once again take him into her mouth, he sat up, continuing onto his knees, wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her. She swung her legs around his waist and then he eased her down onto her back where he entered her in a squat and started pumping away. He plowed her steadily, not fast or slow. He held her legs up and together making her pussy feel even tighter. 

After a bit, he opened her legs and leaned over to kiss her. When his dick slipped out of her, she twisted onto her side. Louis got the picture and spooned her, but far enough down to shove his cock back in. She lifted her upper leg, resting her foot on his knee. 

"This is nice," she stammered. "Good penetration." She felt her orgasm building. It was a nice feeling given that she rarely came when filming. It rose slowly and she let it wash over her until she exploded in one of the most satisfying climaxes she could remember having in a long time. Vocally, she let him know of her pleasure with soprano notes flowing from her diaphragm. 

That alone satisfied Louis and he could have stopped right there and been happy. But he kept thrusting because now he could feel that familiar tightening in his balls. Guttural sounds ground out of his throat. 

Knowing he was about to blow, Lonnie quickly sat up rotated around. "May as well get used to this," she said. "You'll be coming in a lot of mouths." She opened wide. 

Too close to coming to protest, Louis aimed his swollen cock at her mouth and fired away. She swallowed as much as she could, but two streams rolled down either side of her chin. With her forefinger she pushed them back into her mouth. 

Louis rolled onto his back exhausted. 

"You just keep getting better," Lonnie told him. 

Still breathing heavily, he murmured, "I almost wish you would stop saying such things." 

"Why?" she asked with a frown. 

"You're an actress. I never know when you're acting or not." 

"Louis," Lonnie said firmly, "I only act in front of cameras. Everything that has happened between us has been real." 

"Okay," he conceded, not wanting to get into it now. "What did you mean by me getting used to coming in a lot of mouths?" 

"You're going to fuck a lot of women," she explained, squirming to lie beside him in the diagonal angle on the bed he ended up in. "As I'm sure you've noticed, many cum shots are into a woman's mouth." 

"Why is that? Why don't guys come in the woman's pussy?" 

"You can't see a guy coming in a woman's pussy. You can see him filling her mouth, or flooding her abdomen or back. People want to see the come shot so they know the guy really came. You can't always see a woman come. You can hear her screaming, yelling, writhing, but they don't all squirt and even fewer actually ejaculate." 

"I think seeing a guy shoot inside a woman and continuing to thrust forcing it back out is hot." 

"Not every guy ejaculates as much as you do. But we can try it a few times. I know a couple of girls who'll let you come in them." 

"Like you?" 

"Maybe." 

"I want to come inside of you," Louis boldly informed her. "In fact, I don't want to fuck other women. I want to fuck you." 

"You will. Here at home almost whenever you want. But in movies, if you become popular, which I have no doubts about, people are going to want to see you fuck a variety of women all ages: teens like yourself to old broads like me." 

"You're not an old broad." 

"Thanks. Besides, once word spreads among the porn acting community, actresses are going to be lining up to work with you." 

"How do you know? I may fail my screen test." 

"That will be just a formality," she said confidently. "We both know you know how to fuck, and you've even demonstrated some inventiveness. Once we do a make-over, the camera is going to love you." 

"What do you mean, make-over?" 

"Tomorrow we're going to get your hair done, a little shorter cut, I think, and try a few different ways of combing it. We'll buy you some new clothes, stylish, but not too modern, and we'll have you fitted for contacts, as well as a couple of pair of modish glasses." 

"Wow." That actually excited Louis, but he didn't want to show too much eagerness. "Then I guess I'd better get a good night's sleep." He eased out of bed, collecting his discarded night clothes. 

"Where are you going?" 

"To bed," he replied as if there was no doubt. 

"You don't want to sleep with me?" 

"I didn't know that was an option." 

"This big ole bed gets lonely. Surely you'd rather sleep here." 

"I've never slept with anyone." 

"Well, now is your chance." 

* * * 

The romp and shopping spree around Los Angeles was fun for Louis. Considering he'd never been anywhere, to visit Hollywood and all of the other places he saw on television was as much a treat as the make-over. The only drawback to the day was visiting a doctor who drew blood to test for any diseases. They finished the day with dinner at Spago and he was thrilled to see a number of familiar movie stars. When they returned home, accompanied all day by Gwen and Diana, and he saw himself in the large mirror in the foyer, he almost didn't recognize the image he saw. 

It had been a full day. Louis carried his new clothes, hair products, cologne and a few other minor items up to his room. He called his grandmother and was overwhelmed by the excitement in her voice. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her time at the assisted living home. He was glad for her, but it could be bad if things didn't work out here in L.A. Just as he was hanging up, Lonnie popped in. 

"Everything okay back home?" she asked. 

"Disturbingly so." 

"You mean because she's enjoying herself?" Lonnie surmised. 

He merely nodded. 

"Big day tomorrow. We start testing. Coming to bed?" she asked. 

Guess he was expected to sleep with her again. "Okay. Be there in a minute." He put his new stuff away and went through his regular night time routine. He stripped down to his underwear. Dress in the house was extremely casual. Skimpy clothes were acceptable attire on the ground floor. Upstairs, even less was permitted, so he headed down the hall. 

Louis found Lonnie in her bathroom soaking in her tub. Thinking he was going to invite him to join her, he stepped out of his jockeys. However, when she saw him, she got up and sat on the edge of the tub on a folded towel. She spread her legs, applied shaving cream and began shaving her legs. He'd never seen a woman do that. Interesting. But when she took a gob of shaving cream still on her leg and smeared all around her pussy, his cock shot up like a rocket. She then went to work between her legs. He'd definitely never seen a woman do that. 

Lonnie glanced up at him and saw his massive erection. "Doesn't take much with you, does it?" 

"Never seen that before." 

"It's even more exhilarating when someone does it for you," she pointed out. "But it's also very delicate and one slip can have drastic results. Next time, I'll teach you how to do it, if you like." 

"Okay." 

"Now, we'll do you." 

"What?" 

"Shaved cock looks better onscreen. Come sit down." 

Nervously, Louis complied, his cock instantly deflating like air let out of a balloon. He was ill at ease as she went to work on him. But at least she seemed to know what she was doing. When she finished, his cock and balls still intact, she rubbed lotion on him. 

"To prevent razor burn," she explained. But she didn't stop there, using the lotion to bring his erection back, and then giving him a marvelous hand job. She then cleaned him off and led him to bed. 

"Can I do anything for you?" he offered. 

"Not necessary. I'm ready for bed—sleep, that is." She then lovingly kissed him and crawled under the covers. Louis did likewise. 

"So, has today brought you closer to a decision?" Lonnie wanted to know. 

"No. Do you think it would?" 

"I keep hoping every day will." She could see a tense expression on his face. "No need to be nervous about tomorrow. You'll do fine." 

"I'm not nervous." 

"Well, you seem troubled by something," she noted. "What is it?" 




Star Struck Ch. 02



"Are you my mother?" 

END OF 2



Star Struck Ch. 02



A well-placed mirror in the room allowed Michelle to see the proof of his manhood. His cock was very hard and she could see twitching in his hands. She saw how red it had gotten when he squeezed it, trying not to cum. That he was fighting the pleasures his body craved, the pleasure her body was giving to him, was important to her. She knew how good her pussy smelled, how good it tasted. No man could control himself with her pussy so close to his face. She stopped thinking of him and concentrated on how her body felt as she felt his tongue parting the lips of her pussy, finding its way inside her body. She spread her legs as far as she could to allow him deeper access to her.

"Move your tongue faster, make me cum." Michelle told him. Her command made him work faster. With his mouth completely covered, Rob was forced to take quicker, shorter breaths as his tongue darted in and out of her pussy. His hot breath fell directly on her clit, exciting her even more. She started moving her hips slightly, not enough to release him, just enough to let his mouth slide up and down her pussy. Her movements caused his nose to slide between the soft folds of her pussy, rubbing her clit each time it did. She had to time herself, allowing him to breathe. The feeling of her clit sliding under his nose was unique. It was pressed down, only to expand again into the opening of his nose. It was just like fucking him. She liked this.

His tongue had not stopped moving. She was so wet that her juice was flowing out of her, directly into his mouth. She felt it each time as he stopped to swallow. Each time he did so, his lips closed, creating suction on her pussy. She was close to orgasm now. She was enjoying the feeling of his tongue inside her. It was just long enough to reach inside her pussy and touch one of the most sensitive locations in her body.

Rob felt her clit sliding across his nose. Each time he breathed, he was completely overcome with the scent of her cunt. It was like inhaling pure sex. The juice from her cunt was flowing directly into his mouth. She tasted very good. His body, needing release, was quivering and completely out of his control. His hand started stroking his cock, pumping it each time his tongue entered Michelle’s pussy. The feeling started in his groin, a tingling that spread across his balls as the twitching of his cock increased. He had no control now; he was going to cum no matter what he did.

Rob stroked himself faster, speeding up the flow of cum from his balls, causing his body to jerk violently as the white hot cum erupted from the end of his cock, arching up and away from his body. He was not conscious of what his tongue was doing while his body was in the grip of his own orgasm. He was brought back to reality as Michelle’s pussy was crushed against his face and a flood of hot, sweet juice was released into his mouth.

Michelle’s orgasm was intense and swift as she crushed her pussy against Rob’s mouth, against his still moving tongue, releasing her cum to him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her body. After the orgasms stopped and her breathing had returned to normal, she lifted her pussy from his face and shakily stepped down to the floor.

"Don't move" she told him. "I have a surprise for you." Reaching into a drawer next to her, she removed four leather straps. Using these, she tied his hands and feet to the arms and legs of the seat. Rob was still recovering from his orgasm and was putty in her hands. Making sure he was comfortable, Michelle knelt in front of him and took his cock in her hands. It was soft now and covered with his cum. She gently squeezed the soft flesh between her fingers, stroking it lightly as she did. His cock started to respond to her hands, twitching in them as she felt it starting to grow for her. She placed the tip of it against her lips and slid her tongue out to meet it. Turning her head sideways, she slid her tongue along the entire length of his shaft and under his balls. By now he was very hard.

Cupping his balls, she took each one in her mouth, sucking on them very gently. This caused him to let out a very soft moan, confirming the pleasure she was giving him. She moved her mouth back up the hot shaft while she continued to play with his balls. Even though Rob had just cum, his cock was jumping up and down each time her lips touched it. The talent of Michelle’s hands and mouth was such that she was bringing him to the brink again already.

Michelle reached down to feel how wet her pussy was, leaving the other hand to play with his cock. Parting her lips, she took just the head of his cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and slipped it around the sensitive tip. Her searching tongue found every part of his previous orgasm and lapped it up. She moved her lips down, over the smooth ridge at the base of his cockhead, sucking hard as she did so. Her sucking caused his cock to grow harder in her mouth. Rob could feel the veins pumping to make him harder for her.

Michelle’s fingers were on her pussy now. She was moving them back and forth across the entire length of her pussy, starting at her clit, slipping in between the pink folds of skin leading to the hot receptive hole between her legs. Rob watched as she buried her fingers deep inside her cunt, providing her with the feeling of something sliding into her. When she could go no further, she started to slide them out, putting pressure against the top of the rippling walls as she did so. She continued to move her hand as her fingers came out of her pussy, tracing back up along the folds of her pussy lips until she felt the hardness of her clit. She spread her fingers slightly, allowing it to slide between them.

She returned her attention to Rob’s cock. He was so close to orgasm that he started trying to fuck her mouth. She bit down gently, which quickly caused him to stop. It was obviously Michelle’s way of telling him she was in control and he would cum when she wanted him to. She slowed down the pace of her mouth, obviously savouring the taste of his cock in her mouth. She moved her head forward slowly, taking his entire length in her mouth. She had obviously mastered the art of letting a cock slide down her throat without causing her to gag. The tightness of her throat around on his cock produced some of the most intense pleasure Rob had ever felt.

Opening her mouth further, Michelle extended her tongue and licked down between his balls. She let him slide out of her mouth until she felt the head slipping past her lips, then she plunged back down. She continued sucking him this way, sometimes moving very fast, sometimes very slow. Rob was breathing faster now and trying to control the movement of his cock as she fucked him with her mouth. He was very close to orgasm and she knew it. She could feel the contraction within his body each time his entire cock was in her mouth and her lips were against his body. She had been finger-fucking her self and seemed ready to come herself. Before she brought him to orgasm, she seemed to have one trick left up her sleeve.

Reaching down to her pussy Michelle covered her other hand with her cunt juice, making sure her fingers were very slippery. She reached up and rubbed his balls, letting her fingers slide behind them, toward the cheeks of his ass. She firmly rubbed the skin behind his balls and her fingers quickly found the hole she was looking for. As Rob felt her press her finger against his ass, his prick jerked violently in her mouth.. Michelle, obviously realising this new tactic was working, pressed her finger hard against his ass, sliding its entire length inside his body as his ass tightened around it. She started moving in and out of him, timing her movements to both her lips on his cock and the fingers fucking her pussy. It was a totally new sensation for Rob and he welcomed it, the extra pleasure it gave him pushing him past his limit.

Michelle seemed to sense his orgasm even before the cum entered her mouth. She traced it with her fingers as it travelled from his balls, following the trail along the underside of his cock and squirting out of him, filling her mouth. As she fought to keep his cock in her mouth while swallowing his cum, she kept fucking him with her finger. Rob felt an incredible sensation, almost as if he were having a multiple orgasm. He didn’t know what it was, but didn't care as long as it lasted a little longer. Michelle’s fingers had not stopped playing with her pussy and Rob distantly noticed her feverishly working on herself out of the corner of his eye. She was seemingly waiting only for him to finish before she allowed her pussy to contract tightly around her fingers as the flood gates of her body opened, releasing her own juices as she was overcome with an orgasm of her own. When her body finally stopped shaking, she stood up and released him from the straps.

Rob lay back with his eyes closed for an indeterminate length of time, letting his breathing slow and giving his body time to relax. He eventually managed to force his eyes open and feasted on the sight of Michelle Rodriguez spread out on the floor in front of him, one hand languidly tracing a nipple. She’d gone down on him so quickly that he’d barely had time to take in her naked form and gladly took the opportunity now. Her bronzed skin gave her an exotic look befitting her Puerto Rican/Dominican background. Her pert breasts were more than a handful and looked good on her toned frame. She didn’t have the obvious muscles of a Williams’s sister, but there was a definite tone to her frame that befitted a woman who shot to fame playing a young boxer. Rob’s gaze travelled down to her pussy lips and the stain on the carpet below them. All in all, it was a sight that would surely be enough to convince his body that one more erection was possible.

Just as he was beginning to seriously warm to the idea, Michelle jumped up and headed towards the shower, grabbing a towel on the way.

“Where are you going?” Rob called out quickly. “What’s the point of showering if we’re just going to get sweaty again anyway? Unless you’d like me to join you in there?”

“Sorry Rob, but that’s all you’re going to get.” Michelle said as she turned to face Rob. “That was just what I needed to unwind a little after all the work we’ve been doing recently. I know you enjoyed it too. You’re welcome to sleep with me tonight, but there’ll be no more fooling around.”

Rob was surprised and more than a little disappointed that Michelle seemed uninterested in taking this beyond what he considered foreplay. Even it was extended and extremely enjoyable foreplay, he still saw it as the precursor to the main event. “Don’t you want to have sex now?”

“No chance buddy. I only have sex when I’m in a committed relationship. I know it’s strange when I enjoy giving and receiving head so much, but I consider intercourse to be a special thing. I’m not saving myself for marriage or anything like that, but I still like my boyfriends to know they’re getting something special when they make love to me.”

Michelle could see Rob was disappointed and tried to make it easier on him. “Look Rob, do you honestly believe that if we got together now, we’d still have something going after we’re done filming?” Rob shook his head, realising she had a point there. He didn’t want to jump into another relationship so soon after Kirsten’s departure. He still would have liked to have got the chance to fuck Michelle, but understood her reasons and even felt a degree of rueful admiration for her choice. 

“Look Rob, if it makes you feel any better, I was tempted to make an exception for you especially after finding out how well you lick pussy. I managed to resist the temptation, but I’m open to doing this again before we finish filming. I bet it’s cured you of all your aches and pains right?”

“All but one Michelle, all but one.” Rob replied as he slowly moved to slip his briefs over his still tingling crotch. “I suppose for health reasons its best we call it a night on the sexual athletics front anyway. I’m going to head back to my trailer for a shower and some sleep.”

“You’re still up for a few tequilas at The Flatulent Bladder later right?” Michelle called out as she started the shower running.

Rob groaned in protest at the thought of starting filming with another hangover the next morning. Only the fact that his character was meant to look drawn saved him from a tongue lashing from his director. That and the fact that Michelle was nearly always more hung-over than him.

Michelle stuck her head out of the shower, having obviously heard his groan. “Come on you big wimp, I know you English are pussies on the drinking front, but you could at least show some pride!” The wide grin on her face told Rob she was drinking, but that old national pride reared up in offence anyway.

“Right, that does it. That is the last time you call me a fucking Englishman. I’m going to match you shot for shot tonight and then you are going to recite for me the ten reasons that Wales is the greatest nation on earth. I’ve told you enough times that even your thick skull should have absorbed it by now.” Rob then quickly ducked out of the trailer, narrowly missing the bottle of shower gel that had been aimed at his head.

******************************

Rob and Michelle did get together once more before the end of filming, but Rob was fully aware they got on better as mates than as lovers. He was happy that they stayed friends past the end of filming and he assured her he’d come out to stay with her in New Jersey as soon as he had time. He still wanted to have sex with her, but consoled himself by reminiscing about the best blowjob he’d ever been given.

Rob was happy with the movie from what had been put together so far and had high hopes for the movie being a sleeper hit. When he got back from Yorkshire, he vowed to take some time off and relax, as he’s been in two movies and a West End play almost without a break. His agent was soon on the phone though, the indefatigable Marsha having already gotten some scripts for him to read through. Seemed Kirsten was helping by having her agent put the word around about him in Hollywood, resulting in quite a decent amount of offers coming in. Marsha filtered out the real dross, then passed the rest onto Rob for him to peruse. So it was that on his first day back in London, Rob eventually fell asleep fully dressed in the early hours of the morning, scripts scattered all around him.

End of Chapter Two



Star Struck Ch. 03



I cracked my back, stretching after a tiring lunch rush. Sam had something on the earlier part of the day so I covered her shift during lunch. What I didn't expect was the endless stream of customers entering my restaurant, an odd occurrence seeing that it was a Monday. I peeked through the kitchen window into the dining area. The crowd had finally thinned out a little over half an hour ago and I could finally catch my breath a little. Normally for a crowd like that, the kitchen needed to be at full strength, but this time we were down one extremely capable pair of hands in the form of Sam.

Alas, we did make it through albeit a little worse for wear. Sam was expected to be back soon so I waited for her, stepping into my office behind the kitchen. I sat down at my desk, leaning back into the chair. I looked at the desk to my right and saw the desk of Mr Ryan Goode empty. He usually didn't stay in office long seeing that he could easily work from home so it wasn't anything strange. I did wish he were there though, so I could talk to him.

I closed my eyes and put my hands behind my head, resting my feet onto my desk. The whole of the previous night was still stuck on my mind. The nice quiet dinner, the long walk on the beach. It would have been a perfectly executed date had it been taken out of context. But of course, that was out of the question because, as I kept reminding myself, Chris McCray was straight. 

A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in." I announced, removing my feet from the desk. The door cracked open and Sam's head popped in.

"Hey boss, I'm back. Lance told me lunch rush was crazy just now." She said. 

"Yeah no kidding." I said, getting up from my chair. "So do you need me to stay around or anything?" 

"Nah, I think I can manage. Besides, you handled lunch, let me handle dinner." I untied my apron, hanging it on the coat rack in the corner.

"Okay. Just call me if you need help and I'll be right down." 

"Sure thing boss." Sam said, closing the door behind her.

I removed the chef's jacket and hung in together with the apron. Walking over to my desk, I got my personal belongings from my desk drawer, stuffing them into my pockets. I exited my office and walked through the kitchen, waving bye to any employees I saw. 

I made my way to my car and drove home. Approaching my house, I saw a car already parked in my driveway. One look at the black jeep and I knew it was Ryan's. I was a little confused. Why was Ryan at my house? He knew I was working that afternoon and if he had wanted to see me, he would have gone down to the restaurant. I parked beside his jeep, making my way over to my door. Before opening I could make out voices from inside but I couldn't hear what they were talking about.

I slot the key in and opened my door. I saw Ryan sitting on the couch facing Chris. Chris's eyes darted to me when the door opened and his face just screamed 'HELP ME!'. I smiled and walked over to Ryan who was still talking and hadn't noticed me come in. 

"Ryan what are you doing here?" I asked, dropping my keys onto the coffee table. My voice seemingly startled Ryan and he turned to face me.

"Justin!!!" He said, in mock excitement.

"I hope you're not harassing my guest with questions now."

"What? No!" He lied, pretty badly I might add. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his arm, pulling him up off the couch.

"Give us a minute." I said to Chris, who was on the verge of laughing. I pulled Ryan to the kitchen, pushing him to the sink before letting go of his arm. We were out of earshot from Chris who was in the living room.

"Ow." He exclaimed, rubbing the arm I was just squeezing. "What was that for?" I raised my eyebrow at him. "What?"

"You owe me a hundred bucks." I said, smirking. 

"Oh you remember that bet?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh yeah I remember it." I leaned onto the kitchen island behind me. "Told you I would win." 

"Wait how do I know you haven't been tripping over him too? I'm pretty sure it's bothering you. I can see it on your face." 

"Hey the bet was that I make a move on him. I didn't. Whatever happens in my mind doesn't count." I said.

"Whatever. Fine you win." He said, taking out his wallet and handing me a hundred bucks. "It was worth it though. Dude Amy is like more amazing than I thought. According to Chris, she's like this crazy talented, smart and funny girl. Man I think I've fallen in love."

"Well lover boy I think it's time for you to leave." I said, pushing him out of the kitchen.

"Wait what? No I have some more questions." He said, as I pushed him past Chris sitting in the living room.

"Oh no you don't." I gave him one last push to the door. He turned and looked at me, clearly irritated.

"Fine. Bye." He said, straightening his jacket, before opening the door and leaving. I turned back to Chris who was watching us. 

"Sorry about that." I apologized. 

"He really likes Amy doesn't he." He said.

"That's an understatement." I said, crashing onto the seat beside him. 

"Well thanks for showing up then. I didn't think I could take any more questions." He said, his body going limp into the couch, feigning fatigue. I laughed. "At first I thought it was you coming back but it turned out to be Ryan."

My eyes travelled to the script sitting on the coffee table. "You were memorizing lines again?" 

"Nah, just practicing them. You know, trying to get the feel of the character and what not. I've been having some problems getting it out right for some scenes." He said, grabbing the script from the table.

"Oh, do you need someone to practice with? I'm no actor but I think I can read some lines." 

"Oh okay...um, hold on." He flipped through the script till he found the scene he was looking for before handing me the stack of papers. "I remember the lines so you read from the script."

"Okay. Um so..." I asked, unsure of how to do this. 

"I'll start. I'm Harvey. You're Anne." He clarified. "Hey, is everything okay?" He said, already in character. I scanned the page for his line and found it. I looked at the line following for Anne.

"It's nothing." I read the line. The following line was an acting cue which read 'look distracted', which I tried to do but could have come out as a constipated look instead. I stole a glance at Chris to see if he was laughing but he wasn't, completely in character. 

"You always say that. You know I can tell when you're lying." 

"So what if something is bothering me, it's not anything you can help with okay." I said. 

"C'mon Anne. You know I can read you like a book." He said. The following line said to look angry, so I furrowed my eyebrows and tried my best to look angry.

"Oh really. You must be illiterate then because you obviously aren't reading correct." I said. After saying it I realized it would have been better shouted but I was no professional actor. Chris lowered his head in thought, building up the tension from the scene. 

"I think I do know though." He whispered, eyes transfixed on my hands. "But Anne, you and I. You know we can never be. I just don't see you that way." He took hold of my hand and I almost gasped at his touch. His eyes bore into mine and I felt like I was melting into them. For a moment, I really felt like I was Anne and this conversation was happening between Chris and myself.

"You think I don't know that? I know you won't ever like me like that but hell I didn't ask for this Harvey. You think I want to be miserable?" I said. Chris squeezed my hand tighter.

"I'm sorry Anne." He looked down, breaking eye contact with me. I looked down at the script and read the next line.

"I'm sorry too Harvey. I know a lost cause when I see one." At my words, he looked up at me. 

"Look I can try. For our friendship, I can try." He said. 

"You can't try to love me Harvey. It just won't work like that. I can't have you force yourself to love me just because of our friendship. I'm going to be fine." I looked at the next line but it wasn't dialogue. The line read 'Harvey slowly leans in and places a kiss on Anne's lips'.

My eyes shot up to Chris's face. His eyes stared into mine. I felt his right hand travel up to my cheek, nestling it in the palm of his hand. I was frozen. Slowly the distance between our faces shortened, his eyes closing when he was inches from my face. His lips touched mine, sending electricity flying across my body, radiating from my lips. My eyes were wide open, a marked contrast to his, which were closed shut. He moved his lips ever so slightly, each little twitch sending a buzz through my body. Slowly he pulled away, his hand dropping to his side, but I could still feel my lips tingling.

He slowly opened his eyes and took in my shocked expression. I knew actors were dedicated but this was just crazy to me. I mean the kiss could have been skipped. It's not like this was the actual filming or anything. He stared at me for close to half a minute and I stared back, unsure of what to say. Finally breaking from my trance, I looked down at the script and read my next line. "It's not the same Harv. You don't love me." My voice wavering as I said it. The line was so far from how I was feeling though. That kiss was beyond words for me.

I waited for Chris to say his next line, to continue with the scene, but he just stared at me. Without a warning, his hand travelled to the back of my head and pulled me to him. His lips crashed with mine, reigniting the dwindling flames on my lips. Out of shock, I dropped the script onto the floor. He moved his lips against mine, sucking on my lower lip. I should have pulled away and broke the kiss, but I couldn't, my arms not listening to anything by brain was asking. Instinct took over as I closed my eyes and returned the kiss. I was slowly pushed down onto the couch, Chris straddling my waist, fervently kissing my lips. I felt his tongue brush my lips, begging for entry and I tentatively opened them, allowing him entrance. 

His hand behind my neck caressed the skin there, making goose bumps erupt across my skin. His other hand slipped underneath my t-shirt, running it up my belly. His mouth left mine, trailing kisses down my jawline. He hadn't shaved for a few days and his stubble tickled my skin. His mouth found the sensitive spot on my neck that never failed to drive me crazy, making me buck my hips upward. He noticed and concentrated on the area, biting and sucking the skin there.

My hands travelled up his well-muscled arms, feeling the muscles flex under my fingers. My senses were going into overload, the pressure in my jeans building to an uncomfortable level. I moaned as he continued to suck on my neck, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body.

My hands found their way under his shirt, feeling the ridges of his rock hard abs. I lightly scraped my fingernails along his skin, making him tremble. I moved further up his body, finding his right nipple, giving it a light pinch. He hissed his response, moving his lips back to capture mine again. I felt his groin rub into mine, the bulge quite noticeable through his jeans. "Justin." Chris whispered out. 

Somehow hearing his voice knocked me out of it. My eyes shot open and I used all my strength to push Chris off of me. He landed on the couch, near my feet and I quickly say up right, straightening my shirt and wiping my swollen lips. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." He said, smoothing his hair back with his hand.

"You're straight dude. What the hell are you doing kissing me like that?" My breathing was still ragged from the intense make out session, me trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

"No let me explain." He said, reaching out to touch my hand. I quickly got off the couch and paced the floor, keeping my distance from him. I was confused enough as it was and his touch was not going to help.

"Explain what? Geez man, you know how much I've been trying to keep me from throwing myself at you? Then you pull a stunt like that." I shouted, not realizing that I had admitted that I had been fawning over him.

"You have?" he asked. I was confused.

"I have what?" I asked, frustration mixing with anger.

"You've been trying not to throw yourself at me?" He said, standing up and walking over to me. My face fell. I felt the blood fill my cheeks, and my eyes widened in the realization of what I had said. He walked over and placed his hands on my hips. "Because I've been trying not to throw myself at you too." He said, moving his face closer to mine, going for another kiss. I pulled away and wriggled out of his grip when I felt his breath tickle my skin.

"No. Dude need I remind you that you are straight. You date girls, not guys. You like pussy not dick." 

"I never said that." 

"You don't have to. My god Chris, I don't fool around with straight guys. I'm not like that okay. I don't want flings. I want a fucking relationship. Straight guys cannot provide that. Not to a gay man."

"Then calm the hell down Justin. It doesn't matter because I'm not straight." He said, crashing back onto the couch. I immediately calmed down.

"You're not?" 

"No. Like I said, I date just for the publicity of it. I've never liked any of the girls I've dated." I sat down in the armchair next to the couch, processing everything he was saying. "I like you okay. I really, really like you." 

"But you don't go around kissing people like that." I countered.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it too." I felt a blush creep up on my cheeks. "Besides, I wasn't planning on kissing you. It just happened. You offered to practice with me and I took my chance. How was I to know I would have totally lost it?"

"So you chose that scene on purpose?" I was so confused, my brain trying so hard to make sense of everything. It really screws with you when a guy you thought was straight kisses you like that.

"Well...yeah. I mean, I wanted to kiss you since last night dammit." He said. "The whole time at the restaurant I wanted to just pull you in and plant one right on your lips. Then on the beach you told me you were gay and I thought that maybe I had a chance."

I groaned. This just complicated thing even further. It was bad enough that I was falling for the straight Hollywood actor, but then finding out that he was not only gay but also trying to get to me too was just too surreal. "Do I still have a chance?" I looked up at him, finding him looking to me with those brown eyes. I wanted to say yes so badly, but a part of me just knew it wasn't a good idea. 

"Chris...I...I don't know, okay? I really don't. I mean how is this going to work anyway. You move back to L.A. after this week, not to mention your job means that you are under scrutiny all the time. I don't know if I can deal with that." I said, putting my head in my hands.

He threw his head back in frustration. "I understand, but goddamn it I want you so bad."

"Let me think about it." I said, getting up from the armchair. The two halves of me were staging an all out conflict. The part that had wanted to find someone for so long, kept telling me, that it would be worth it, that I had finally found someone worth fighting for. But the other half knew that relationships with celebrities sometimes didn't last long, what with all the media attention. I shook my head and walked up to my room, shutting the door behind me, leaving Chris sitting at the couch. 

I threw myself onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I sighed, hating having to decide between what I wanted and what I was scared would happen. I had already gotten too deep with Chris and I knew if I let things go further, I was only going to fall even farther. I would not be able to handle our relationship ending after that. 

My mind replayed the scene we experience on the couch a few moments back. I remembered how his touch sent my senses flying, how every single movement sent a wave of euphoria coursing through my body. I covered my face with my pillow, shouting into it. I didn't want to deal with this. I wished I had never met Chris McCray in the first place. Had he not entered my life, I wouldn't have been at my wits end thinking about it.

I sighed and got out of bed, opening my door and heading down the stairs. Chris was still seated at the couch, eyes closed, and his head thrown back into the couch. He heard my footsteps and opened his eyes. The look of hope in his eyes tore at my heart. I walked past him and grabbed my car keys from the coffee table. "I'm going out." I said, walking to the door and exiting my house. I walked to my car, unlocked it and stepped into the driver seat. I took out my phone, dialling Ryan's number. It rang a couple times before he answered.

"Hey dipstick." Ryan said, calling me one of his various nicknames for me. 

I ignored his comment. "Where are you?"

"Home. You did unceremoniously evict me from yours just an hour ago. Why?" he said.

"I'm coming over." I hung up before he could protest. Stowing the phone into my pocket, I turned on the car and backed out of the driveway, heading down the familiar road to Ryan's small apartment in town. The whole journey, I kept going back and forth about Chris in my head. 

I stopped in the parking lot of his apartment building, walking to the elevator. It was one of those that led right to the person's house so I buzzed him on the eighth floor. The elevator door opened and I stepped in, riding it up to his apartment, nervously tapping my feet as it ascended. 

The door opened and I walked into the open living area. It was one of those open concept kind of apartments, the whole flat being one being square room. The living room sat in the middle, the kitchen stood to the left. In the right corner was a small room with a door, which was the bathroom and next to it was Ryan's bedroom. The bedroom area boasted a double bed, next to a couple of shelves and cabinets, which housed his clothes.

Ryan was seated at his couch, reading a magazine. "So what's up?" He asked, not taking his eyes off his magazine.

I walked over to the armchair next to him and sat down. "I need to talk to you."

"Yeah I figured. What do you want to talk about though?" He asked, still not taking his eyes off the magazine. I got agitated and snatched the booklet out of his hands and threw it onto the table. "That was rude."

"I have a big problem." I said.

"If it's health related I would say I told you so. Your eating habits are bound to catch up with you." I rolled my eyes. This had nothing to do with my health and I wasn't about to be lectured about my eating habits again.

"It's not that. It's about Chris."

"What about him?"

"He kissed me. Like really kissed me. Out of fucking nowhere he just came and jumped me." I said.

"No way. Really? What did you say? What did he say?" He asked.

"He said he wanted me and the thing is, I want him too." I said.

"Great timing. A little earlier and I wouldn't be a hundred bucks poorer." 

"I'm serious here!" I shouted.

"Okay okay. So what's the problem here? He likes you, you like him. I don't see much of a problem."

"You fucking well know what the problem is. He's an actor and lives in L.A. You know I don't do one-night stands. I'm not going to sleep with him only to have him leave. I'm don't know what to do man." I said, covering my eyes with my hands.

"Whoa okay calm down. Does he want anything more than a quick fling?" He asked. I thought about what he said, and I think Chris did.

"From what he said, it seemed like he did. I don't know." 

"Okay, so once again, what's the problem here?" I was getting frustrated with Ryan now. He wasn't helping at all.

"Ugh I just want to know what to do dammit. I don't know what to do. I would like to have a relationship with him, but I know if I do I would just fall harder when he decides to call it quits." I said.




Star Struck Ch. 03



A symphony of unfamiliar noises shocked Louis into wakefulness. He sprang up looking around the semi-darkened room. First, he noticed he was alone. Lonnie's side of the bed was vacant, and neither was she in her bathroom. The sounds emanating from below were way beyond anything he could possibly sleep through. A quick glance at the clock revealed that it was already eight a.m. He'd never slept this late.

Rising, still nude, he grabbed his underwear from a nearby chair and headed to his room for a shower. A young girl, maybe his age or slightly older, was sitting in a chair between Lonnie's bedroom and his. She stood when he approached, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. It made Louis realize he was naked. He fumbled to slip his underpants on.

"No need for that," The girl said. "We'll be seeing a lot more of each other. I'm Chrissy Lee. I'll be your assistant while you're shooting. And help fluff."

Still groggy, a confused Louis asked, "Assistant? Fluff?"

She smiled and he noticed she was very pretty. There was also something familiar about her, but he couldn't imagine what. In short shorts and tank top, she was also quite attractive. "As your assistant, anything you need, I'll get it for you. In this business, men sometimes have a difficult time maintaining an erection, so there are women who assist with that."

"How do they do that?" Louis asked slowly. He must have missed that in his research of the porn industry.

"Hand, oral, whatever works."

"So, basically, you'll suck me to keep me hard?"

"Only if you need me to."

He nodded and pointed to his room. "I'm going to take a shower." He took a couple of steps, turned and asked, "Who would do a job like that?"

At that moment, Lonnie appeared. "Oh, good, you two have met. Louis, Chrissy will be—"

"Yeah, she's already explained that."

"You okay with that?"

"I guess. I was going to take a shower."

"Yeah, you should. We'll be ready for you when you're finished," Lonnie advised. "Anything he needs, Chrissy."

"Right." 

Lonnie returned downstairs and Chrissy followed Louis into his bedroom and bathroom.

"Anyway, to answer your question," Chrissy went on, turning on the shower for him, "it's a way to break into porn."

"Why do you want to do that?" Louis asked, stepping into the shower.

"I love sex. Love to fuck."

"I do too. But I'm not sure I want to do it in front of cameras."

"Then why are you here?" Chrissy asked with a frown.

"Lonnie talked me into it."

"Did you fuck Lonnie?"

That caught Louis off guard. "I don't talk about who I've had sex with," he said for lack of anything better. Besides, he didn't know if Lonnie wanted that known.

"She says you're the best. How would she know that? Bet you've done Gwen and Diane also."

"Maybe."

"Doesn't matter. I have, too."

"Oh, you do girls also?"

"You can't hardly be a woman in this business and not. And if you're as good as Lonnie says you are, I'd love to do it with you, too. You've certainly got the tool for it."

"Can I ask how old you are, Chrissy?"

"Just turned twenty."

Louis didn't know where else this conversation could go, so he said, "I'm hungry."

"I'll get you something. What would you like?"

"Are there any pastries? And a cup of coffee, cream and sugar."

"Be right back."

Louis quickly finished showering, passed the razor over his face, brushed his teeth and was about to apply antiperspirant.

"No, no."

Louis dropped the antiperspirant container, surprised the Chrissy's reappearance.

To his frown, she explained, "Don't want any chemicals on your body that someone could ingest."

"Are you telling me someone is going to lick my underarm?" Louis asked incredulously.

"Don't know what they've got planned." She handed him his coffee and a plate with three assorted Danish rolls.

Stepping into the bedroom, he noticed a robe laid out on the bed and slippers on the floor. "What's this for?"

"For you to wear."

"No regular clothes?"

"Not today."

He knew that Chrissy was only doing her job so he didn't want to be aggravated with her. Lonnie should have told him all of this in advance. Right now, he was not approaching his "screen test" with a very positive attitude. He wolfed down a couple of Danish and the coffee, took a deep breath and asked, "I guess I'm as ready as I'm going to get."

"Then follow me," she said with a big smile.

Lonnie met them halfway down the stairs. The static of chatter below hushed as Lonnie turned to the assembled crew and announced, "Everyone, meet Louis."

There was a chorus of "Hi, Louis," and then everyone went back to work.

Continuing back downstairs with Louis and Chrissy, Lonnie explained the plan. "We're just going to shoot some short scenes with three different aged women: a teen your age, a thirty year-old, and a mid-forties cougar. We want to see which one, if not all, you interact with best. We'll try a number of different positions and oral to see what looks and works best. Won't be much dialog, just enough to see how you handle lines. I'll be directing you."

"There'll be two cameras. They'll be moving around, so don't be distracted by them. Just ignore them as best you can. Now, from time to time, you'll hear me call cut. When you do, just stop where you are. Don't move unless I tell you to. If it's a camera repositioning, we'll want to resume from where we are. It might also be a position change. If the position you're in doesn't look good, we'll try something else. Let me know if you're having trouble staying hard and Chrissy will fluff you.

"I know you're not used to having sex with all these people watching, but that's the movie business. You do what you have to do and don't worry about them. Don't come if you can help it. When we're ready for a cum shot we'll let you know and we'll do whatever is necessary to help you. I know this is very intimidating, just do your best. Any questions? Are you okay? Nervous?"

"No. I'm okay," Louis answered, fairly certain that he was.

"Good. Let me take you to meet the ladies you'll be working with."

Following Lonnie, with Chrissy tagging behind, Louis was amused at her choice of words: "ladies you'll be working with." He saw lights being set up in the huge living room aimed at the sofa, wires were being run, microphones laid out, cameras tested. They went through to a guest bedroom that Louis didn't know about. More lights and wires.

A young woman with dark blonde hair was sitting in a chair with nothing more than a yellow bra and matching bikini panties on and an older woman was doing her make-up. Louis noted that she was quite attractive, her breasts filling their cups. Beyond that, he did not recognize her, although he assumed she would be one of his partners.

"Louis, this is Teri Russell," Lonnie introduced. "She's about your age."

Louis held out his hand and she took it with a single shake.

"Hi," Teri offered with a girlish smile.

"The two of you will do a bathroom scene," Lonnie explained. "Louis, you'll spy on her while she is in there. You'll take out your cock and start jerking yourself. She'll catch you and want to watch you handle yourself. She'll play with herself and then you will play with each other, some kissing, nipple sucking, she'll suck you, you'll lick her, then you'll fuck in a couple of positions before coming on her."

Louis merely nodded. It all sounded so clinical.

"How big is he?" Teri asked.

"Show her your cock, Louis," Lonnie commanded.

He pulled aside the flaps of the robe. Teri's eyebrows bounced to show that she was impressed. He wasn't hard so she reached out, fisted it and jerked several times. He had most of an erection quickly. She eased out of her chair, stooped and took him into her mouth, sliding up and down a few times.

"I can handle him," Teri reported, letting go of him and returning to her chair. "Nice cock, Louis."

He felt like a piece of meat. What did he say? "Thanks." Should he compliment her back? "Nice tits."

Teri smiled and lifted her bra to expose her breasts for him.

They were nice, he noted.

"We'll be ready for you shortly," Lonnie told her, and then led Louis to the bathroom.

Another woman in green bra and panties was there applying make-up. She was a bit older with much larger breasts and long dirty blonde hair. "Say hello to Trudy Jenkins, Louis."

"Hello."

"Hello," Trudy offered seductively. She could see that he was still hard so she reached out to fondle his dick.

Lonnie described their scene. "Trudy will catch you lying on the bed with her panties wrapped around your cock. You'll be using them to jerk off. She'll tease you a little, scold you some, she'll unleash those monsters and jerk you off."

This is what Trudy was doing while Lonnie was talking. Like Teri, Trudy dropped to her knees and sucked on his cock like she meant it. "Mmmm, good," she mouthed.

"Glad you like it," Lonnie remarked, "but let's not get carried away just yet."

As they walked off, Louis facetiously remarked, "Anyone else want a taste."

Lonnie snickered.

Chrissy eagerly said, "I do."

"You'll probably get your chance," Lonnie pointed out, leading them outside to the patio where an older redhead was sitting in a lounge chair topless with blue panties on. "This is your cougar, Louis. Carly Saunders."

Of course, Louis immediately recognized her. He'd seen a bunch of her films. She was as famous as Vermeil Chaleur. In fact, he was certain the two had done a movie together about a couple of redheads. He noticed that she was starting to show some age, but he loved her well-rounded tits; neither big nor little. Just right. "Nice to meet you, ma'am."

"Ma'am? Do I look that old?"

"Uh, no, I, I was just being polite. I've seen many of your movies. I like watching you."

"Carly was chuckling. "Good save, kid. Just messing with you. You can touch them, if you like."

Louis was embarrassed that she'd caught him staring at her tits. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

She hushed him by taking his hand and placing his palm on her right breast. Then she took a deep breath so he could feel the size.

Well, at least, she hadn't grabbed his dick like the others—yet. Enjoying the moment, he pointed his finger and rubbed the tip of her nipple.

"Now, you're talking. Sit."

He sat on the edge of the lounger and she took his other hand and put it on her other breast. As Lonnie depicted their scene, Carly moved his hands up and down on her breasts and he got the message to massage them.

"Carly is going to seduce you, Louis, which it seems she's already doing. She'll get you on your back in bed and rub those tits that you seem to like all over you, give you a blow job, you'll turn her over to suck her pussy, then you'll fuck her in a couple of positions and come."

"I can hardly wait," Carly commented.

"Rest up, old girl," Lonnie teased, "you're up last later this afternoon."

"You better save me something, Louis."

As they stepped away from Carly, Lonnie said, "Chrissy, tell them to get ready in the bathroom. Louis, come with me." She led him into her private office and closed the door. They sat in chairs facing each other. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Louis?"

With widened eyes, he nodded. 

She wasn't certain how to take that response. "I don't know what you're expecting, but this is not like you and I having sex in private."

"I think I figured that out."

"You're going to do well. The ladies all seem to like you. But I will give you one last chance to back out."

"I'm here, aren't I?"

She smiled. "That's the spirit. Any questions? Anything you want to talk about? Anything that I've described you don't think you can do?"

"Nothing seems complicated. And I'm sure you'll be directing me as we go. So let's do it."

"Okay, let's go."

Walking back through the living room, Lonnie announced, "Alright, places everyone."

There was one camera outside the bathroom aimed inside at Teri who was sitting on the edge of the tub. Another camera was inside aimed outside at Louis.

"Everyone set?" Lonnie asked. No one replied so she said, "Action!"

Teri pretended to rub lotion on her legs, spreading her robe to show her pussy. Louis was peeking in, moving his head from side to side as though to avoid being caught.

"Good, Louis," Lonnie whispered. "Now, take out your cock and stroke it."

Louis did as directed. He was mostly hard already, and within a few strokes, completely erect. He heard some of the female crew in the background emit positive sounds.

"Cut!" Lonnie shouted, and everyone froze. "Use your other hand, Louis, so the camera can see you stroking. Remember to always play to the camera."

With a nod, Louis instantly switched hands and continued stroking.

"Action," Lonnie called.

Teri stood, wrapped a towel she'd been holding around her neck and glanced toward the door as though she'd heard something. Louis ducked back.

"Good, Louis," Lonnie said.

Teri approached the door. Louis looked up, suitably showed some surprise, but not too much. Teri smiled at him, and then reached out to fondle his cock. "Like what you see?" she asked. She then took the towel from around her neck and put it around his and used it to pull him into the bathroom. "Now, let's see you do that."

Mindful of camera placement, Louis resumed jerking his cock with Teri watching. She smiled at him and he smiled back. She pulled her short robe apart slightly not exposing her breasts, but giving him a narrow view of her pussy. Now, she eased a flap aside to display one tit, which she played with.

The camera already in the bathroom eased nearer for a close-up. Teri lifted the bottom of her robe up to show off her ass. She dragged her hands across her cheeks, and then turned around to wiggle her bottom at Louis. In looking at her, he could see Lonnie gesturing with her hand for him to jerk faster, so he did. Teri slapped her ass a couple of times swaying her hips. She turned back to Louis, took his free hand and placed it on her exposed tit. He ran his hand around it and pulled on her nipple.

"Cut."

With his hand frozen on Teri's breast, Louis continued stroking, but slower. Lonnie moved the inside camera to the other side.

"These cuts are distracting," Louis whispered to Teri.

"Wait until we're fucking and she calls cut," Teri responded.

"Okay, action," Lonnie said.

Teri reached down to play with Louis' balls. With her other hand, she moved his hand from her breast slowly down her side and hips to her rear as though she was encouraging him to play with her. She stepped closer and he rubbed the head of his cock on her leg.

The outside camera darted inside and took up position where the inside camera had originally been. 

Teri turned around and rubbed her ass against his cock. She spread her legs allowing him to drag his rod along her pussy lips. She reached down to separate her labia with her fingers and rocked her hips back and forth. She was beginning to enjoy this, allowing moans to escape her lips.

"Cut!"

"Fuck," Louis said under his breath, his breathing quickening.

"We'll get to that," Teri whispered, leaning her head back on his shoulder so only he could hear.

"I want you guys to swap positions," Lonnie instructed. "Teri, reach around and stroke Louis." When everyone was in place, she ordered, "Action."

With her left hand, Teri pulled Louis' robe apart, and with her right she pressed his hard cock against his belly rubbing it lovingly up and down with the palm of her hand. She let her hands drift up to massage his chest and pinch his nipples. That elicited a moan from him as he hadn't expected it. It also made his dick bounce. She went back to his cock with one hand for a few strokes, and then dragged both palms across his ass. She turned him around to face her, grabbing his cheeks and spreading them.

Obviously, Lonnie had told Teri to improvise, Louis realized. It occurred to him that he should do the same, so he leaned in and kissed her hard on the lips. She responded in kind. He pawed both tits, and then bent his head to suck one nipple and then the other. He pushed her robe back off of her shoulders and let one hand drop to her pussy. She moaned her enjoyment. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a camera moving in for a close shot of his hand. Louis was waiting for a cut, and when it didn't come, Teri dropped to her knees and started sucking him.

He leaned back against the counter. Teri was good at fellatio, Louis decided. She played with his balls as she mouthed his cock. Just as he was enjoying it, the inevitable "Cut," came.

"Change positions," Lonnie ordered. "You lick Teri, Louis. Action."

Louis complied by slowly kneeling as Teri stood. She spread her legs and Louis's tongue made contact. After a minute or so, she eased up onto the counter resting one foot on the edge while keeping the other firmly planted on the floor.

And once again, "Cut. Okay, Louis, now stand and fuck her just as she is. Action."

Once more, Louis did as he was told. It felt good to finally have his dick in a pussy. This one was nice and snug, but also wet and he had no trouble sliding in and thrusting. Teri's breathing matched his pace. This time, he knew better than to enjoy it, even though Teri was really moaning now. But she was probably just acting.

It didn't matter. "Cut." 

"No, wait, I'm gonna cum," Teri shouted.

"Keep rolling," Lonnie commanded.

Louis could feel Teri's pussy tighten around his cock as she exploded in a shuddering orgasm. He continued pumping for what seemed like an unusually long climax. Finally, she reached out to halt his thrusts. Placing her other hand on his shoulder, she fought to control her heavy breathing. A few seconds later, she stammered, "Wow, that was fantastic, Louis!"

"Cut. Glad you enjoyed that. Now, off the counter, turn and bend over it. Louis, take her from behind and let yourself go. Pull out and shoot on her back. Okay?"

"Got it," he responded, thankful it was his turn.

"Action."

The pair followed instructions and Louis felt her using her pussy muscles to milk his cock. She was good. Lonnie hadn't said how long he should take before coming so he decided to have some fun by pulling Teri's legs together to make her really tight. It worked better than he anticipated and he had to quickly pull out. After only a couple of strokes, his pearly white cum was rolling down her back between the crack on her ass. When he finished ejaculating, as an added gimmick, he took the head of his cock and smeared his semen around the dimple just above her buttocks.

"And cut. That was great, you two!" Lonnie complimented to the applause of the crew.

Chrissy was there with towels for Louis and Teri to clean themselves off.

Teri stood up straight and turned to Louis, "Damn, boy, you really were good! Hope we get to work together again."

"She's right, Louis," Lonnie added, "You were spectacular!"

Other crew members who passed by offered their kind words.

Forcing a smile, he thanked all of them.

"You have about forty-five minutes to an hour before we shoot the next scene, Louis, so go upstairs and relax," Lonnie informed him.

Chrissy held out his robe. As he put it on and followed her upstairs, he was reminded of a friend of his who was a couple of years older who had been the student photographer for the school newspaper and yearbook. He wanted to become a professional photographer, but after working part time for a local studio, he gave it up. His reasoning was that he had enjoyed it too much as a hobby and wanted to keep it that way. Doing it as an occupation turned it into just work. Louis wondered if having sex with all these different women could become just work.




Star Struck Ch. 03



". . . hope I get to do with you also," Chrissy was saying.

"Why, Chrissy? Because you think you'll get a good fuck or you just want to do it with me?"

Her awkward smile and silence was her answer.

"Won't it just get to be work at some point?"

"Only if you let it."

After another shower to not only freshen himself but also to try to maintain a positive attitude, Chrissy had laid out a button-up short-sleeve shirt and jeans on the bed, but no underwear. She was dutifully sitting in her chair.

"Can I get you anything? More coffee, soda?"

He knew she was just doing her job and he felt bad for the question he'd asked earlier. "Sorry about what I said before."

"No need to apologize. I know this is a weird business to be in."

"I guess I could use another cup of coffee," he said stepping over to his dresser to get some underwear.

"Uh, no underwear," Chrissy said. "When Trudy undoes your pants, your penis has to spring free."

Shaking his head in stupefaction, Louis commented, "You're right. Weird business."

She moved closer to him, put her arm on his back and rubbed her palm up and down a couple of times. "You'll be okay. Be right back."

* * *

Once again, Lonnie met them on the stairs and described the next scene. There was less for him to do than in the bathroom scene so, hopefully, there would be less cuts. If there was one element that Louis had to take comfort in it was that he was being treated as though he was a star. Considering how much he'd waited on his grandmother, it was nice to be the one pampered for a change.

"Places, everyone," Lonnie again called out as they walked through the living room. They stopped just before entering the bedroom. She turned to Louis and whispered, "You ready to go again?"

He nodded.

"You can get it up and come again?"

"Yes."

"That's my boy." She stepped inside the bedroom. "Quiet on set. Everyone in place? Okay. Action."

Feeling that this was almost an out-of-body experience, Louis took a deep breath, entered the bedroom, walked a hamper basket, opened the lid, reached down and removed a pair of women's bikini panties. He lifted them to his nose and inhaled, and then he used them to rub his cock through his pants. He lay down on the bed and continued with the panties, undoing his pants and sticking the panties inside. He heard a woman's voice and quickly re-did his pants leaving the panties inside.

"Hello," Trudy said. "What are you doing in my room?"

"Just chillin'," Louis responded, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his pants, his fingers drumming on his crotch.

"Not in my room. What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

Seeing his fingers, she made a show of looking at his crotch. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a camera move in for a close-up of the bulge in his pants.

"What's in your pants," Trudy asked.

"Nothing."

She asked again and he provided the same answer.

Finally, she reached out and quickly undid his pants. The panties prevented his cock from springing up as Chrissy had described and he expected to hear cut.

But Trudy went on, yanking the panties out and holding them up. "You panty thief. You pervert." She pretended to do a double take on Louis' cock. "That's quite a tool you have there." She leaned over to run her finger tips over it, and then wrapped her hand around it.

"Cut! Okay, Trudy, get on the bed on your knees," Lonnie instructed. "Louis, just keep lying there."

Trudy complied, her hands never leaving Louis' cock, even slowly stroking him.

"Okay, everyone. Action."

"That's actually nice," Trudy said, holding Louis' rod straight up as though to examine it. She straddled his thighs, her free hand undoing several buttons on her shirt to just below her big tits, displaying a red, lacy bra. Finally, she let go of him, slid back pulling his pants down to his thighs, and then resumed her position. "What should we do about this?"

Louis' cock pulsed, flapping up and down a couple of times.

"Be ashamed to waste this," Trudy said, taking hold again, stroking a couple of times. "Think you could come for me?" She let some saliva drop from her mouth onto his cock and pumped him some more. "I had no idea you had such a big cock."

Louis reached for the panties that she had dropped on the bed beside her.

Trudy let go of him, reached up and pulled her breasts out of the cups of her bra. Grabbing him again, she slapped the tip of his penis against each of her boobs, stroking him in between. She dribbled more spit onto his rod. Seeing that he had latched onto the panties, she whispered huskily, "So, what do you do with my panties? Do you sniff them?"

Louis knew the camera was not on his face so he didn't have to react to her question. Still, he nodded.

"Go ahead," she said. "Let me see."

Peripherally, Louis could see a camera move around slightly to capture him lifting the panties to his face and taking an exaggerated inhale.

Trudy was now using both hands on him, one fisting his dick, the other cupping his balls. "You like that? You like the way my pussy smells?"

Involuntarily, his cock swelled in her hand and Trudy's eyes widened.

And so it went for a couple of minutes. He continues to sniff the underwear; she gives him long strokes while occasionally adding saliva as lubrication. Then she used one hand to play with her nipples, pulling on one, twisting the other. For a change-up, she pressed his cock flat against his belly and rubbed it with the palm of her hand.

"You like my big tits?" Trudy teased, bending down and dragging them over his cock. She then lifted his dick and slapped her tits with it.

Louis reached up to fondle one of her breasts while still pretending to inhale the aroma of the panties. Of course, they were clean and all he smelled was the fragrance of whatever laundry soap they used. He covered his mouth with the panties to hide the smirk he felt from that thought.

Lonnie could tell it was time to move on so she said, "Cut!" and stepped over to the bed as Louis and Trudy held their positions, she continuing to stroke him to keep him hard. The director then gave them instructions for the next part of the scene, moved a camera slightly, and then called, "Places. Action."

"Which do you like better sniffing my panties or playing with my big tits?" Trudy asked.

Louis did another amplified inhale of the underwear as his answer.

"I thought so." Seductively, she said, "Wanna see what you've been smelling?"

She eased off of him, stood on her knees and undid her short shorts, then sat to remove them. Moving up to a squatting position, she pulled her panties aside to expose her pussy. "You like this?" She rubbed her clit a few times, and then ran a finger up and down her crack.

Louis had taken hold of his dick and was slowly stroking it. He could easily come right now, but knew the scene didn't call for that just yet.

"Want to smell some fresh panties?" Trudy asked as she pulled those down and off. She tossed them at Louis' face.

He caught them and was taken aback by the actual musky scent of her pussy. That actually aroused him, his cock pulsed, and a drop of pre-cum oozed.

With more saliva, Trudy went back to jerking him, using her free hand to undo the remaining buttons on her shirt. She shoved his pants further down his legs before straddling his thighs again and he could feel her raw pussy on his skin. She took her panties back, wiped the pre-cum with them, wrapped them around the base of his cock, and then stroked him with them.

"Are you ready to come for me?" she asked. Still stroking him, she put his cock between her big tits.

Louis placed his hands on each of her thighs.

"Come on these panties," she ordered. "Do it." She stroked him harder and faster and held the panties against the tip of his cock, continuing to utter verbal stimulation.

Fortunately, Trudy was using the clean panties on his dick. He pressed the set she'd had on back against his nostrils and the scent had him blowing his wad all over her hand and the clean panties. She seemed surprised by the amount he ejaculated. When he finished spurting, she used the panties to wipe her hands and clean his cock.

"I don't want to catch you in here again," Trudy said firmly. "Now, get out of here."

"Cut," Lonnie said. "That's a wrap."

"Aw, I don't get to fuck this monster?" Trudy bemoaned.

"Not this time," Lonnie said. "Okay, let's break for lunch."

Chrissy was there with wet and dry towels for Louis as he eased off of the bed. He quickly cleaned himself off.

Lonnie approached. "Good job, Louis. You're a natural. Relax. Get some lunch. It'll be a couple of hours before we shoot the final scene. I haven't decided if we're going to do it here in the bedroom or outside on the patio."

* * *

Like a little lost kitten, Chrissy dutifully followed Louis upstairs to his room. He had been exposed—literally—to so many people today that he didn't care that she accompanied him into his bathroom where he took a leak, and then stripped down to take yet another shower.

"Can I get you anything?" Chrissy asked. "They brought in all kinds of food."

"Am I confined to my room?"

"No," she responded with a frown. "Why would you think that?"

"Just wondering. I'll go back down after I shower. I don't want to stay cooped up in here. You don't have to wait."

"Yes, I do."

Louis nodded, understanding that she had her orders. He also shook his head over the ridiculousness of it. As he washed himself, paying particular attention to his genitals that Trudy had slobbered all over, he noticed that Chrissy had pulled one leg of her short shots aside and was fingering herself. He knew if he had an ego he should be thrilled that she was trying to get herself off watching him. All he felt was demeaning. But he tried to put himself in her shoes. Here, she wanted to do what he was doing, and with that mindset, he tried to imagine having to stand around watching all the sex going on. It was probably a mistake, but when he stepped out of the shower, before even drying off, he stepped over to her, pulled her to stand, undid her pants, pushed them down, and sank to his knees and tongued her pussy. She was obviously so aroused she came almost instantly.

As he dried off and dressed, Chrissy, still breathing heavily, said, "Thanks. I needed that. I'd love to reciprocate."

"If I didn't have to do another scene. But I better save myself. Let's get some lunch."

* * *

It was awkward walking through the house downstairs with the film crew sitting in various places having lunch and greeting and complimenting Louis as if he was a big star. He wondered if the remarks were genuine or if Lonnie had put them up to it as a means of encouraging him. As a result, he fixed a plate of food and went outside to sit at a secluded patio table, Chrissy in tow.

Lonnie approached a few minutes later with her own plate and sat. "Everyone thinks you're doing a great job, Louis. So, do I. Trudy and Teri are more than willing to work with you again, and I've never seen Carly so excited to fuck someone. How is it going for you?"

Louis knew he should be thrilled by the praise, but he wasn't quite feeling it. "It's a world of illusion."

She detected the glum tone in his voice and glanced at Chrissy, who shrugged. "As is all movie-making. Wait until you see the final product. You'll be impressed with yourself."

He merely nodded, forcing a smile.

"Carly asked if we could do the scene in the bedroom. Is that okay with you?"

"Sure. Wherever."

"Okay. It'll be fairly straightforward." She then described the action to him. "We should be ready in about an hour, so enjoy your lunch."

* * *

Louis and Chrissy remained at the patio table until he was called to report to the bedroom. He was wearing just a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

Carly, who was already there, appeared very happy to see him. She had on a mid-thigh length white flowered low-cut sun dress with spaghetti straps. Louis guessed her to be about Lonnie's age, perhaps a couple of years older—mid-forties. He thought she looked great. Her rounded breasts filled out the dress revealing abundant cleavage, and she had very shapely legs. On top of that, she had positive, take charge demeanor that he liked. She approached him and gave him a big hug. She whispered in his ear. "You just follow my lead. We're gonna fuck like there's no tomorrow."

It actually made Louis smirk.

Carly turned toward the crew. "Are we ready to roll?" she asked impatiently.

"In a minute," Lonnie advised.

"You don't really look like you've been having a good time today," Carly whispered to Louis.

He shrugged. "Guess it's just not what I thought it would be like . . . all the stopping and starting."

"Takes some getting used to. Don't worry. You're going to enjoy this scene."

Somehow, he felt she was going to be right.

"Okay," Lonnie shouted. "Places. And action."

With a big grin, Carly, still hugging Louis, turned him and pushed him down onto the bed on his back. She climbed up onto him, straddling his legs, her dress rising to her ass. She bent down slipping a strap off her shoulder, which caused her breast to spring free. Grinding her pussy against his crotch, she lowered her very pointed nipple to his mouth. Louis was actually eager to suck on it. While he did, she freed her other boob and then lifted herself to mash it against his face. With the nipple in his mouth, she rolled her tit around his face.

After a minute of this, she slid off of him and pulled him back to his feet where she pulled off his T-shirt. She pushed him down again so she could suck his nipples. And she really knew how. Louis had never felt so much stimulation from that. He was certain Lonnie had sucked his nipples, but suddenly he couldn't remember.

Standing again, she quickly and determinedly undid his pants and pulled them down and off. His cock sprang free just as Chrissy said it should. His legs spread and dangling over the edge of the bed, Carly zeroed in on his crotch, her mouth coming in contact with his scrotum. She mouthed each of his balls, and her jaw action made him think she might chew them and swallow them. Of course, she didn't, but the feeling was divine. She dragged her tongue up his shaft several times, and then dropped her cleavage over it. Pressing her tits together, she rubbed them up and down before grasping his hard cock, shoving it into her mouth and sliding it down her throat all in one motion. He felt it pulse involuntarily. She looked at him and gave him a big grin with a mouthful of dick. If she did that too many more times he would be hosing her esophagus.

Instead, Carly removed her mouth, grabbed his cock with her hand and pumped it while moving up to kiss him. It was one of those wet, slobbering kisses. But just as he was enjoying it and wanted it to continue, she went back down to swallow his rod. This time she went up and down in regular blowjob fashion. She soaked him in saliva.

But again, before he got too comfortable with what she was doing, she sat up, slid her panty-covered pussy forward against his cock and rubbed it against the wet spot on her underwear. "Take my dress off," she commanded.

Louis obeyed and she allowed him to once again enjoy her nipples in his mouth as she ground her pussy against his cock. But as was becoming her modus operandi, it didn't last long, and he had to remind himself that they were making a movie.

Now, it was back down to deep throat him a few times. He couldn't get over how easily she did that, how easily his cock just slid down her throat. She was amazing, and at this moment in time, he would be hard pressed to decide whether she was better than Lonnie.

To his bewilderment, she raised her ass in the air until her legs were straight and instructed him to remove her panties.

That done, he heard the command to cut.

"Don't you dare stop," Carly ordered as she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs.

Preferring Carly's direction over Lonnie's, Louis allowed the cougar to grab his hair and guide his face between her legs. She had a gorgeous pussy and he attacked it with vigor. It tasted sweet and he lapped at it just as if he knew what he was doing. If her moans were any indication, she had no complaints. He could have continued this for a while, but after a minute, she rolled onto her side, and with a sweep of her hand, indicated for Louis to move behind her. He did. She lifted her upper leg high and spread her pussy lips with her fingers. "Now, fuck me."

Her pussy was very wet from the combination of his saliva and her own juices, so it didn't take much effort or guidance for his eager cock to find its own way in. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the camera moving around to the end of the bed to catch the between-the-legs action. He also glimpsed Lonnie gesturing with her arm for Louis to hold Carly's leg up. The camera had to see, he realized.

Louis reached around to play with her tits as she urged him to fuck her harder. He did and he was actually working up a sweat. He was thrusting with long strokes all the way in and almost all the way out. He twisted her head to kiss her. In between, she uttered encouraging words to stimulate him even more. His hand left her tit and moved down to rub her clit as he pounded her pussy with his dick.

"Oh, yeah," she was urging. "Oh, yeah!"

Louis' balls were now slapping against her skin. She reached down to cup them, rolling them around in her hand. He had to admit to himself that her pussy felt almost as good as Lonnie's and the way she was milking his balls . . .

"I'm gonna come!" he shouted.

"Cut!"

"Ignore her and come on," Carly whispered. She pulled his cock out and nestled it between her pussy lips pulling on his balls so he would get the message to rub his dick against her snatch. He easily caught on and she moved her hand to his shaft pressing it against her. 

Louis whimpered like a little girl as his orgasm built and seconds later, his balls exploded. She cupped her hand over the head of his penis to contain as much of his jism as she could, but not so much that the camera couldn't capture the stupendous load. Sperm splattered everywhere: her legs, belly, and her hand was drenched when he finally stopped. She smeared what she could on her abdomen then rolled over and pushed Louis on his back, grabbing his cock with her dry hand.

Out of sight of the camera, Carly grabbed a wad of sheet and wiped off as much of the pearly liquid as she could. She licked and sucked all of the cum off of his cock and then deep-throated him several times to keep him hard. With this one, she wasn't surprised that he maintained his erection. Still, she continued to suck to make certain.

To his heavy breathing, Carly mounted him and inserted his cock into her very wet pussy. Facing him, she bounced up and down a few times and then rotated her hips to swirl his dick all around the inside of her vaginal canal.

Louis grabbed her hips to keep her doing that. It felt incredible. She performed a number of other maneuvers by moving her hips and back in different directions. Eventually, she went back to bouncing. This woman really knew how to fuck. For the first time today, he was actually enjoying himself.

But it was a movie, so she stopped, moved to the side of him, deep-throated him a couple more times before mounting him again, this time facing away from him toward the camera. He pulled her back so that she was almost lying on top of him. He lifted his hips and pumped her hard. She spread her arms wide to hold herself up and he reached around to paw her tits.

"Fuck me," she yelled. "Fuck me hard."

Louis pounded her as hard as his weary legs would go until she started emitting a number of grunts to indicate that she was ready to climax. He didn't know how long he could keep up the pace, but he didn't want to disappoint her. As her groaning reached a crescendo, he had to issue his own teeth-clenching "unghs" to hold out. Carly was having a thrashing orgasm like he had never seen a woman have—not even in movies—and he nearly feared her hurting herself.




Star Struck Ch. 03



But much to his surprise, her authentic, explosive climax brought him back to the edge and he felt an orgasm building in him again.

Seeing that Carly was finished, Lonnie called, "Cut!"

But Louis shouted, "I'm gonna come again!"

"That's my boy," Carly encouraged. "Come inside me."

That nearly caused Louis into losing his climax because he had been ready to pull out to finish. But as the thought of what she said rapidly gelled in his head, he uncontrollably started blasting away inside her vagina. It wasn't quite the magnitude of the orgasm he'd had several minutes ago, but he was pumping with such ferocity that all of the semen was being forced out of her pussy. He felt it dripping down his balls.

Totally spent, Louis stopped abruptly.

And a couple of seconds later when a stunned Lonnie uttered, "Cut," all of the crew began clapping and cheering excitedly. Louis couldn't see that most of the guys had bulges in their pants and many of the women had a hand between their legs.

Exhausted, Louis threw his head back on the bed.

Carly eased off of him, turned and lowered her head within inches of his. "You Okay?" she asked.

All he could do was nod while attempting to catch his breath. She then pressed her lips to his in a brief but passionate kiss.

Lonnie was beside him a second later. "Wow, Louis, that was spectacular. Can't wait to see the rough cut."

Chrissy was also there with a bottle of cold water. Louis gratefully accepted it and turned it towards his mouth without lifting his head. Of course, a portion of it poured all over his face and neck, but it felt great. He then drank the rest down.

Feeling slightly rejuvenated, he arose and walked slowly out of the bedroom to another round of applause. He simply nodded his thanks. He headed toward the stairs not caring that he was still naked and had dried pussy juice and semen on his wilting cock. Chrissy caught up with him and draped a robe over his shoulders, following him up the steps.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked.

"No, thanks. You've been great all day. Gonna grab another shower and . . ." He trailed off as he reached his bedroom door, opened it and entered. He turned to Chrissy and said, "Thanks again," then closed the door.

* * *

Downstairs, as the crew started packing up, someone brought out an ice chest filled with beer and everyone stopped for a minute to grab one and toast their successful shoot.

"Is he alright?" Lonnie asked Chrissy.

She nodded. "Said he was going to take a shower."

"Okay. Give him some space. I'm sure he hasn't had this much activity in one day in a long time. You've got a class tonight, right? You can take off whenever you want to. I'll look in on him later."

It took a few hours to get the house back in order before everyone left. Lonnie realized Louis hadn't come back downstairs so she went up to his room to see if he wanted to watch what had been shot today.

She knocked on his door, but there was no answer. A second rap produced no reply either so she turned the door knob and walked in. Louis was sprawled across his bed, arms and legs spread wide. She was concerned for an instant until she saw the steady rise and fall of his chest. She chuckled, thinking to herself that the poor boy was worn out.

And who wouldn't be considering the stellar performances he had given today.

Lonnie pulled down his covers and he barely budged and certainly didn't awaken. Then she covered him and returned to her office where Diane and Gwen were sorting through papers and doing other assorted chores. The three sat and watched the day's video.

* * *

Awakening with a start, Louis bolted up in his luxurious bed. It was dark and he stumbled to the bathroom noting that it was only four o'clock. Given the darkness, he presumed it was early morning. Obviously, he'd been so tired after showering yesterday evening that he just collapsed on his bed. Still tired, he left his room, walked down the hallway and entered Lonnie's room.

With the light seeping in from the hallway, Louis could see that Lonnie was sound asleep so he closed the door and carefully in the dark made his way to her bed. Very quietly, he slipped in bedside her.

But sleep did not come for him. Instead, his mind was swamped with thoughts about the day before and what that meant for his future. Unless the day had been one gigantic con game, he had done an impressive enough job to get more work. That meant attending a major university to further his computer studies, a real job in IT with Lonnie's company, and perhaps most important a place for his grandmother at the assisted living facility—he realized he hadn't called her yesterday and would have to do so today; although it was too early now. The problem was, as good as he might have been yesterday, something just didn't feel right about it.

"Good morning, stud," Lonnie greeted, breaking his ruminations.

Louis' head had been resting on a pillow facing her, but he had been so lost in thought he didn't notice her eyes open. He smiled. Her beauty always melted him. He also noticed that it was light outside.

"What's that pensive look all about?" she asked.

"Just thinking about yesterday and tomorrow," he responded philosophically.

"Mmmm. And?"

"I'm not sure it's for me."

"Why? You did a magnificent job yesterday. Everyone said so. The three women—Carly especially—are dying to work with you again. Chrissy is yours whenever you want her and—"

"I don't want any of them, Lonnie. I want you."

"Oh, don't worry. You and I will do some movies together," she reassured.

"I didn't mean that I want to do movies with you. I want to be with you. I . . . I . . . I love you," he blurted out.

Lonnie didn't see that one coming. "Why do you think that?" she asked, trying to make it sound as innocuous as possible.

"No one else makes me feel like you do."

"I don't know," she said lightheartedly, "you seemed to feel something for Carly yesterday. You came twice. Don't see that very often unedited."

"That was just sex."

Lonnie sat up, her magnificent breasts springing free of the covers. They distracted Louis for a second. "With all due respect for your feelings, in this business, we couldn't have a relationship like what I think you want. You would be branded my boy toy, and I would be accused of robbing the cradle. These May-December relationships just don't work. And to be perfectly honest, I don't want a serious relationship. You can stay here as long as you want, we can have each other whenever we want, but that's as far as it can go. And don't forget your education and your grandmother."

"You don't think you could love me?"

"I do love you, Louis. But beyond what I've already offered you, I can't commit to anything more."

"I don't understand. You'll let me be what amounts to your live-in lover, but nothing more."

"Well, Louis, it's hard to explain."

"I have a very high IQ. I can understand quite a bit."

"But can you understand that this is just what I want?"

"I guess," he said unhappily. 

"Now, you have to decide what you want: a good life that can give you all of the things you want, a great education to become what you've always wanted to be, and the right kind of life for your grandmother; or do you want to go back to what you had? But don't decide right now. Wait until you see the edited version of what we filmed yesterday. You'll be quite surprised. In fact, one of the writers wrote some transitions that we'd like to shoot today that will turn the three scenes into a cohesive story. No sex involved, and it shouldn't take more than an hour or two. What do you say?"

Louis shrugged. "More cuts and action? That was the thing I hated most about yesterday."

"I know as well as anyone that being in the middle of a passionate moment and have some director tell you to stop can be quite frustrating. But I promise, when you see the final product, it's all worth it."

"When will we see it?"

"Tonight. We'll have a mini-premiere for some of the crew and some close friends I want to introduce you to."

* * *

"Hi, granny. How are you?"

"Well, I thought you had forgotten me, Louie."

"Sorry, granny, it was an all-day process yesterday and I was worn out when we finished. I actually fell asleep early."

"So, how did it go?" She sounded chipper.

"It went well. How are doing at the facility?"

"Very well, Louie. Lots to do. Haven't been so busy in years. Are they going to hire you?"

"Probably. Just not sure this kind of life is for me, granny. Los Angeles is a whole different place."

"Well, Louie, you just have to do what's right for you," she counseled, disappointment obvious in her tone. "We did just fine before Miss Lonnie came along. Don't you worry about me."

"Thanks, granny, but I haven't decided anything yet. It would just take some getting used to."

"Well, don't make any quick decision. Take your time and think about it. When will you be home?"

"Couple of days probably."

"Okay. No rush. "I can stay until the end of the week. In fact, I probably will."

"You do that, granny. Enjoy it yourself while you can."

He felt worse after he hung up with her than he did after his conversation with Lonnie when she awoke this morning. His grandmother obviously liked the assisted-living facility, and the only way she could stay was if he stayed here. How bad could it be? So what if it was stop and go sex? He could adjust; particularly if he got to fuck women like he did yesterday. And then there was always Lonnie. Since meeting her, he'd had more sex in a few days than he'd had in all of his life before. What guy couldn't adjust to that?

But then he was again reminded of his friend who wanted to be a photographer, went to college, earned a degree in photography, and now, he hated it is an occupation. When it was just a hobby, he could photograph anything he wanted to. Now he had to take pictures of the ridiculous things that people paid to have pictures taken of. He now joked that there were only so many ugly brides he could shoot. 

With that in mind, Louis wondered if he could eventually lose interest in sex. It didn't seem likely but stranger things have happened.

For now, he would abide by his promise to Lonnie and wait until after the premiere tonight to decide. 

By noon, they had finished shooting the transition scenes. The premise was he was visiting his next-door single neighbor, Carly, to perform some simple chores. In the course of doing the little jobs, he encountered her two daughters, Teri and Trudy. Their mother caught Louis, and while pretending to be angry and call his mother, she really wanted him for herself. Lonnie would have liked to film a foursome with Louis and the three women, but since the equipment had already been packed and moved, she didn't want to incur the expense of bringing it all back. If response was favorable after tonight's screening, she might do it at a later date. 

Lonnie was scarce throughout most of the day, working on finishing the movie for the evening premiere. Caterers were busy in the kitchen preparing food and setting up bars for the party. Gwen and Diane were furiously moving between the two to make certain everyone had what they needed.

Chrissy was there to see to Louis' needs, but after the day of shopping and all the activity yesterday, he was content to just hang around. They went out for lunch, caught a movie and then lounged around the pool. She was a great girl. He could see being involved with her if he wasn't in love with Lonnie. There was still something familiar about her and he thought it might be that she reminded him a lot of Angela back home, except she was much nicer and kinder. Or was she merely being paid to be that way?

In the late afternoon, Chrissy told Louis it was time for them to get ready for the party.

"How should I dress?" he wanted to know.

With a smirk, Chrissy explained, "It's casual, but for tonight's crowd, that could be anywhere from anything goes to next-to-nothing. So, wear whatever you like."

* * *

By the time all the guests arrived, Louis' head was spinning. He'd never been introduced to so many people at one time. The only names he could remember were those of the porn stars he already knew—from movies, of course. Chrissy had been right about the attire. Some of the macho guys were wearing shorts and tank tops to show themselves off. Others wore just casual shirts and pants, as did Louis. 

But of course, the women were the ones to watch. Most had short dresses on that concealed very little. It was probable that many were without underwear and some even wore see-through apparel that left nothing to the imagination. Well, this was the porn business. 

Of course, the most striking beauty of all was Lonnie, adorned in a low-cut, short sequined cocktail dress that breathtakingly showed off her magnificent breasts and perfectly sculpted legs.

Promptly at eight PM Lonnie announced that everyone should get a drink and find a space in the den to watch the premiere. She had reserved the center seat for Louis on the sofa, and the spot on either side of him or for Carly and herself. There weren't enough seats so most had to either stand or sit on the carpeted floor. Those women who chose the latter had no concerns about the disposition of their clothes. Louis wondered whether the real show would be on the floor or on the screen.

With the additional scenes shot this morning, the final cut was just over an hour, but it seemed to fly by. Louis had never seen himself on video so he was somewhat enthralled. To some extent, and partly because of his make-over, he didn't think he was really watching himself. One thing was certain; Lonnie had produced a quality video that was quite stimulating. Louis found himself getting aroused, something he didn't think could happen looking at himself, and it escalated during the last scene with Carly. Without thinking, he adjusted his cock in his pants to allow it to grow to its considerable size.

He was startled when Carly casually reached over and rubbed the palm of her hand along his bulge, but it also felt good.

She leaned over and quipped, "You better get a hard on watching us!"

As the movie came to an end, Louis noticed that some of the guys had their cocks out and were stroking themselves or being pumped by women, and likewise, the pussies of many women were exposed fingered by themselves or their men. As he was eying this activity, Carly was unzipping his pants for better access to his hard dick

Finally, when the screen went dark, there was a rousing round of applause, cat calls and whistles. No one bothered to cover up or replace any exposed body parts as Lonnie stood and moved in front of the screen.

"Thank you, everyone," Lonnie said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. May I present Louis Robbins." She held her arm out, hand and directed at him. With slight movement of her fingers, she coaxed him to stand. 

Louis had to hold his undone pants up with his hand to comply. He was up and down in seconds as the clapping continued.

Lonnie raised her arms to silence her guests. "Thank you, thank you. So, what did you all think?"

"It's great," some guy shouted. "Finish it."

"I plan to."

"An AVN winner, for sure," someone else said.

"Best newcomer for Louis." This from a woman.

There were a dozen more comments in the same vein. None were negative. Apparently, Lonnie was too well respected for that.

Finally, she thanked everyone again. "Please enjoy yourselves, eat, drink and—" she swept her hand around the room where cocks were still being stroked and pussies rubbed "—be merry!"

Another brief round of applause quickly dissolved as guests became more preoccupied with the orgy that was beginning. Before Lonnie even returned to her seat beside Louis, Carly's mouth was engulfing his cock. With no regard for what was transpiring in his lap, Lonnie sat and threw her arms around him, kissing him passionately.

After a minute of that, she said, "They loved you. And so do I. It all can be yours, Louis. The world is your oyster."

Awkwardly, because of Carly's head in his lap, Louis tried to reciprocate the hug. He wanted the kiss to endure, but Lonnie pulled back. 

"Anyone you want tonight is yours," Lonnie told him.

"I want you."

"We'll have our time. For now, I have to mingle." And that quick, she was gone.

Louis watched her walk off and greet some of the few guests who weren't engaged in sexual activities on the floor. The vision of her sashay caused his penis to pulse, and Carly took that as a positive sign increasing the intensity of her expert oral ministrations. Watching Lonnie and imagining ravishing her luscious body caused him to involuntarily spurt into Carly's mouth. It wasn't a heavy load, but more than she could swallow.

Looking up with sperm dripping from both corners of her mouth, she murmured, "Damn, boy. No pun intended, but a little heads up would have been nice." Some other half-dressed milf hurried over to lick the dribble from Carly's face. That led to some heavy kissing and was an opportunity for Louis to pack himself up and slip away.

Louis quietly and stealthily made his way to the dining room where the food was set up. Having poor social skills, he hoped not to encounter anyone. However, Chrissy caught up with him. She was still clothed, dressed in a sexy, short, low-cut revealing dress. He now noticed that she really had a great body, and thought she was showing it off somewhat, she was doing so in a classy manner. He was really beginning to like her.

"So, is this what happens at these parties?" Louis questioned. "Turns into an orgy?"

"Frequently, not always."

"You going to get into it?"

She shrugged. "Maybe with the right person." But she was certain he didn't get her meaning. "Looks like you did." She gestured to some wet spots on his crotch. "Carly wasn't too careful."

"Obviously not. But I'm sure I'm not out of place." 

There were massive amounts of food spread out on the dining room table, much of it too fancy for Louis' tastes. What he wouldn't give for a good hamburger right now. Instead, he just picked at some things. She did the same. 

"So, with this now being an orgy, am I expected to participate?" Louis wanted to know. 

"No one is expected to do anything. But when these parties turn into orgies, everyone wants to. This is your big chance to fuck a lot of women, Louis. Even more than one at a time."

Louis grimaced. "Doesn't sound particularly safe."

"It is. Everyone is clean here. And it can be a lot of fun."

"So you've done it before?"

Chrissy offered a guilty look that he could take however he wanted.

"And you like it." It wasn't a question, more a statement of fact. 

"Sometimes. Not always. It can be a totally liberating sexual experience. But there are also times when you just want to be intimate with one person."

Louis nodded his understanding. While chatting and munching, he had been watching the goings on in the living room. Suddenly, he saw something most unexpected. "There is a guy fucking a girl and sucking another guy's dick!" He noted in astonishment. 

With a casual nod and smile, Chrissy pointed out, "Yeah, there are some bisexual guys here. Just like guys like to see two girls together, some women like to watch two guys go at it. Did you not realize that there were bisexual guys?"




Star Struck Ch. 03



Louis shrugged. "I did. Guess I just didn't expect to see any here."

"And of course, you realize that most of the women in this business are bisexual, or at least, don't mind having sex with another woman."

"Yeah, I guess I did. But when you only see these things in movies, you don't always realize that people really live like this."

"They do. You want to go find some action . . . or make our own?" The last part of her statement was laced with hopefulness.

"Any idea where Lonnie is? Maybe we could do something with her."

"I'm sure she's mingling. Maybe outside. That's what a good hostess does. You really like her, don't you?"

"Yes I do."

"Is there more to it than that?" Chrissy wanted to know. 

"There could be. But apparently she has an issue with the age difference."

Chrissy could hear the frustration in his voice. "Then pick on someone your own age." Her implication was clear. 

Louis had no response for that, so he headed outside with her trailing behind. He spotted Lonnie in the cabana on the other side of the pool sitting on the sofa. All he could see was the back of her head above the back of the couch. There appeared to be other people with her. He didn't have a good feeling as he drew nearer and saw her dress draped on the arm of the sofa. One guy was licking her pussy while another guy sucked one nipple and a woman sucked the other. 

"What the hell?" Louis erupted. 

Lonnie looked up unfazed. "Oh, hey, Louis. Come join our little party. You too, Chrissy."

"What are you doing?" Louis demanded to know. 

"We're having fun, Louis. Try it, you might like it."

"What about us and enjoying each other whenever we wanted?"

"Well, I did just invite you to join us. I didn't say we were exclusive."

Chrissy glanced at Lonnie without Louis noticing and shrugged helplessly. Lonnie nodded. 

A steaming Louis turned to Chrissy. "You said something about picking on someone my age?" He held out his hand for her to take. 

Again without him seeing, Lonnie gestured with her head for Chrissy to go with him. Of course, Chrissy had no problem with that. 

"So that's how it is in this business, is that right?" Louis asked, finally breaking his silence when they entered his room. 

In as objective a voice as she could muster, Chrissy explained, "A lot of people get into this business because they just love sex and so they're not looking for serious relationships. There are others who are in relationships or married, but their spouses or significant others understand and accept what they do."

Louis shook his head. "I just don't think this business is for me."

"Just because a lot of people in this business live that way doesn't mean that you would have to. There are those who do it as a job. They go to work and then go home and live their lives. And no one knows what they do for a living. You can have it any way you want it."

"Why is everyone so dead set on talking me into being in this business?"

"I'm not trying to talk you into it, Louis. But you have the rare ability to put something in people's lives that they can't put there themselves."

In desperation, Louis plopped down on his back on his bed. Chrissy did not know what she could do for him. Actually, she did know what she could do, she just didn't know if he really wanted her to. She'd had no illusions in the cabana when he'd made the statement about picking on someone his own age. There was no doubt that was to get back at Lonnie. But right now he really needed someone his own age. 

She casually slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She eased onto the bed on her side and squirmed as close to him and she could get. She draped one breast and her arm on his chest and her leg over his, effectively molding herself to him. Thankfully, he offered no resistance. They laid there for a few minutes and she could feel his erection growing. She took great pride in that and reached over to caress it through his pants. Still not halting her, she boldly slid his zipper down. A whimper escaped her lips at the feel of his large cock. Touching it felt wonderful. Like nothing she had ever held. She stroked it slowly, tenderly. 

Louis wrangled his arm out to put it around Chrissy; a warm, victorious feeling pervaded her. The feeling heightened when he pulled her to him, as though she could get any closer. With his other hand he reached over and ran his fingers around her exposed breast. It caused her to shiver. 

Chrissy undid his pants and smirked to herself because he was wearing no underwear. He was obviously becoming comfortable with commando style. As she re-engaged her hand with his cock, he twisted toward her coming face to face with her. He pressed his lips to hers and she marveled at his tender, romantic approach. Not what she expected. While still loving and passionate, the kiss escalated to intense. Louis needed affection, she deduced, and it wouldn't do her any harm, either. She wanted it to last and hoped he did also, not like they were making a movie.

Taking a chance, Chrissy used a little tongue, and Louis responded, as though it was what he had been waiting for. But as though his tongue was now activated, he wanted to use it for more. He rolled her over onto her back and slid down, kissing his way between her breasts and down her abdomen, even rolling his tongue around in her belly button. She giggled at the tickle causing him to look up quickly and grin. When his lips returned to her body a second or so later, they were kissing her pussy lips. He was just as tender there.

But then his tongue stabbed at her vagina and he stuck it in as far as he could get it to go. Chrissy moaned her enjoyment. He went to licking and pulling on her labia, and then flicking the tip of his tongue against her clit. Either She was very susceptible and horny, or he was just very good, or probably a combination, because she found herself in the throes of a powerful orgasm. A mental tug-of-war raged, one side angry because she allowed herself to come so quick, the other side thrilled with the experience. He didn't stop until she did.

He moved back up, this time stopping to suck her nipples a bit before returning to her lips. His hand was on her pussy and he slid his middle finger in enjoying the warmth and gooey liquid produced by her climax. He loved the sticky feel on his finger and inserted a second. He further liked the unparalleled softness of her inner walls. Without realizing it, he was finger fucking her. Chrissy's heavier breathing indicated she liked it, so he kept it up. Now, she was moaning and groaning, and finding it hard to remain still. Much to his amazement, both of himself and her, she was coming again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held his face tightly against hers until her post climactic convulsions subsided. When finished, she hugged him harder and whimpered, and then let him go.

Easing between her legs, Louis' raging hard on sniffed out her soaked pussy and effortlessly slid in. A high-pitched moan vibrated in his throat. She felt wonderful; all the soft, warm, wetness. He pumped her slowly as she threw her arms around him.

"Oh, Louis," she murmured in a husky whisper, "you've shown everyone that you can fuck. Show me that you can make love."

His face was inches from hers and they stared lovingly and deeply into each other's eyes. He buried his face in the nook of her neck and held her thighs. All concentration was focused on every single nerve ending in his cock as it moved in and out at a very meager pace. He'd heard the description many times before, but the experience really was like being in a velvety embrace.

Chrissy lifted Louis' head and brought his lips to hers in a kiss that was as wet as her pussy. After a couple of minutes, on one of his out strokes, she pushed him completely out, but only long enough to turn over onto her front. He barely missed a stroke, mounting her from behind and sliding in. He liked this position, particularly when he spread his legs to the outside of hers and she closed hers together. She moved her rear to urge him faster. Of course, he complied.

Barely a minute passed before he had to quickly pull out and spray her back and ass with a massive amount of pearly cum. He grunted pleasurably with each stroke. When he finished, Chrissy lifted her head and twisted it to taste his lips again. He cupped her breast and fondled it while they kissed.

She took control again and turned him onto his back, thankful, but not surprised that he was still hard. With no regard for the sticky semen splattered all over her back and ass, Chrissy straddled him and quickly fed his solid rod into her pussy. She rode him hard.

Forgetting about the mess he had made on her, Louis reached up and latched onto her butt cheeks, his hands slipping on the gooey liquid. He rubbed it into her skin and held on. She continued to ride for several minutes until she unbelievably came a third time. She'd never done that. Even twice had been a rarity with the boys she'd fucked. Her head felt as though it would explode, but she rode the orgasm for as long as it lasted.

When she was done, Louis rolled her onto her side and he did the same facing her. With her leg draped over his, he re-entered her. Knowing that he had brought her to orgasm three times was a huge stimulus for him. 

Hearing his moaning and breathing escalate, and anticipating he would come again, she pulled him out and pulled on his cock until she felt the warm, slick liquid in her hand. It wasn't near the load of his first orgasm, but she was thrilled he came again.

Both rolled onto their backs beside one another, Chrissy rubbing his delicious semen all over her abdomen. It felt delightful for her trunk to be saturated with Louis' jism. Neither said anything until their breathing subsided.

"I know this is the kind of thing people say after having such spectacular sex, but that was the absolute best I've ever had, Louis. Thank you!"

Louis tilted his head slightly to her and smiled. He was pleased with himself. But it was also a revelation. "I have to say, that's how I always envisioned sex; just like that. All that wild stuff like yesterday might be nice to watch if you need stimulation, but it's not how real people do it. It was also nice not having to stop and go, or have a couple of dozen people watching."

"I'm yours any time you want," Chrissy eagerly offered.

"Chrissy, this business is not for me. Even as much as I liked the porno quality sex I had with Lonnie, that's not who I am. I'm going to have to have a talk with her and tell her. I know my grandmother will be disappointed. She seems to really be enjoying the assisted-living home, but I can't in good judgment sell myself to keep her there. And as much as I want to go to college, I'll just have to find another—"

Louis was distracted by her breathing, and when he turned toward her again, she was sound asleep. He wondered if she'd heard anything he'd said. Shaking his head, he got up and went into the bathroom.

* * *

There was a gentle knock on the door. When no one invited Lonnie in, she entered and stepped over to the bed. In the darkness, she couldn't really see who was under the covers so she switched on the bedside lamp. A groggy, naked Chrissy looked up through sleep-filled squinted eyes.

"Where's Louis?" Lonnie inquired.

Chrissy turned to the other side of the bed. "I don't know."

Lonnie looked around the room. Louis' suitcase that had been sitting in a corner was gone. She went immediately to the closet as Chrissy sat up, shaking her head to wake up.

"What time is it?" the nude teen asked.

"Three a.m."

"Is the party still going on?"

"No. Everyone finally left." Opening the closet door, Lonnie saw that all of Louis' clothes except some of the things she had purchased for him were gone. "Damn! He's gone. When did you last see him?"

Chrissy sat up on the side of the bed, unconcerned that she was naked. "We came up here after he saw you in the cabana. We . . . we—"

"It's okay, Chrissy," Lonnie spouted tersely. "I can see by all of the dried cum on you that you fucked him."

"We did it for an hour or so and then I guess I fell asleep."

"Did he say anything before you nodded off?"

"Just that the way we did it was the way he envisioned it being done; romantically, not pornographically."

"Shit!" Lonnie exclaimed, storming out.

END of 3 



Star Struck Ch. 03



"So you think he will break up with you eventually."

"Well yeah. He's an actor after all. You know their relationships don't last." 

"Is that your heart talking, or your bad experience with actors?" He said. I looked at him. I guess it was a little bit of both. "You know that you can't judge all actors based on a few of them. I thought knowing Chris had finally made you realize that your prejudice was just stupid. You like him although you hated the rest. Doesn't that count for something?" I kept quiet. "Listen, in every relationship, you won't know how long it will last. It can last forever or a matter of weeks. But that's the thing, you won't know till you give it a shot. From what you're telling me, it's obvious you really like him. Well why don't you give him a chance to try to prove himself to you. If it doesn't work out, well at least you know that you tried." 

"But is it worth trying?" I sighed.

"No one can tell you that except for yourself dude." He said. I sighed, knowing that his reply was going to be somewhere along those lines.

"Not the answer I wanted to hear. But thanks man." I said.

"Hey that's what friends are for." I got up and walked to the elevator, pressing the button. "Good luck." Ryan said and I nodded my thanks. 

I rode the elevator down to the ground floor, heading for my car. I took the longer drive home, hoping the scenic route would help me decide what to do. I dropped by a pizza place to get a large pizza for dinner, in no mood to cook anything that night. By the time I got home, I was no closer to a decision than when I left in the first place. I locked my car and made my way to my door, the pizza box balanced in my left hand. It was getting dark out, the light in the sky slowly fading away. I opened my door and noticed the living room empty. I closed the door and made my way upstairs, knocking on Chris's room door.

"Come in." He announced. I opened the door and walked in.

"Hey." I said. He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, much like what I was doing earlier. 

"Hey" He said, pushing himself up to a sitting position.

"I got us pizza." I said, putting the pizza box down on the bed. "I hope you like pepperoni." He nodded his head but the smile that I loved was not there. Sitting at the foot of the bed, I opened the box and took a slice, biting into it. He did the same. We devoured the pizza, no words being exchanged the whole time. I closed the empty box putting it down onto the floor. We both cleaned our hands with napkins, tossing them into the pizza box. 

I lay back onto the mattress, putting my hands behind my head. I turned to my right and looked at Chris resting against the headboard, one leg pulled up to his chest, the other laying flat. He was staring at his fingers, nervously moving his thumb around. "How much do you want this?" I asked. He looked at me, our eyes locking.

"A lot." He replied.

"I don't know what to do Chris. I like you so much, but I...I'm scared."

"Of what?" he asked, moving to lie beside me. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, warmth that was so inviting.

"I'm scared of getting hurt. I'm scared of letting my feeling get out of control. I'm scared that eventually you will leave me, when I've fallen so deep I can't crawl back out." He didn't say anything. I looked at the ceiling, waiting for his reply but none came. I felt warmth on my hand and I looked down, seeing Chris's hand in mine. I looked to him but he kept his eyes on the ceiling.

"I can't promise you anything Justin. A part of me really wants to just let this go. I know my job doesn't always help with difficult relationships and if I could, I would not want you to get hurt at all. But the thing is, I can't let it go for some reason. Every time I think about you, my heart races. Just the thought about losing you in my life breaks my heart." He said, making me sigh. It was apparent that he had been thinking about this as long as I had and he too was unsure about the whole thing.

"How about this. We'll try this out, until the end of the week. If we feel that it's worth it, we'll carry on. If not, we'll part on mutual grounds and stay friends."

He propped himself up with his arms, looking down at me. "Just promise me that we'll try to make this work." I nodded my response. I did want this to work out. He smiled and I felt my heart flutter. He raised his hand, running the back of it slowly across my cheek. "Thank you." I stared into his eyes, getting lost in them. 

He cupped his hand on my cheek, slowly moving his face closer to mine. I closed my eyes as his lips touched mine, causing the same electricity to pulse across my skin. I deepened the kiss, lifting my head to meet his. My hand travelled to the back of his head, pulling him down onto me. I flipped him over till I was on top of him, all the whole sucking on his lips. I pushed my tongue against his lips, to which he opened up, letting me in and I could still taste the lingering hints of the pizza we had just eaten. I snaked my hand underneath his shirt, craving for more of his warmth. 

I pulled at the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it off his body. We broke the kiss long enough for him to completely remove his t-shirt. I quickly tore mine off as well, laying my body against his, the skin-to-skin contact making me grow extremely hard. I ground my hip into his, rubbing our bulges together, making him moan into my mouth as we continued to kiss.

He flipped me over, straddling my hips. His mouth abandoned my lips and slowly moved down my jawline and down my neck. He found that same spot on my neck from the afternoon, making me moan as he sucked the skin there. I could feel his smile against my neck, sending a jolt to my groin. I folded my arms around his neck, savouring what he was doing to my neck. All this while, Chris was grinding his crotch into mine, excruciatingly slow I might add. It was sweet torture for a lack of a better phrase. 

With his face in the crook of my neck, my mouth was in the position next to his ear. I nibbled on his earlobe, making him moan against my skin, sending another jolt straight to my crotch. I ran my hands down his back, feeling the smooth muscle underneath my fingers. His grinding quickened, increasing the amount of friction against my dick.

He pulled away from my neck, moving back to my lips. "You smell good." He said in between kisses. I moaned my response, finding myself unable to speak coherently. He travelled down my body, leaving kisses down my neck and to my chest. His lips found my left nipple, which he flicked with his tongue, making me buck my hips. I felt his hand move to my crotch, massaging me through the denim of my jeans. 

He continued his ravage of my body, sending pleasure through me like I had never experienced. With his hand constantly rubbing my erogenous zones, it was only a matter of time till I came. "Chris, I can't hold on much longer." I said, finally managing to say something coherent. I pushed my thigh into his pelvis, rubbing it back and forth against his hard on. 

"Cum for me babe." He said, lightly biting on my nipple. That sent me over the edge. I began cumming in my underwear, the orgasm racking every fibre of my body. Chris moaned and his body tensed as he reached climax as well. We rode out orgasms, revelling in the euphoria. He collapsed on top of me, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. I placed a hand on his cheek, rubbing it lightly with my thumb. 

"Best orgasm ever." I said.

"Ditto. You make me so hot." He said, kissing me on the lips.

"You have the same effect on me." Chris lay his head down on my chest, running his fingers over my chest. My arms circled behind him, stroking his back. We fell asleep like that, in each other's arms. I remember it feeling so right. Like we were two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.



Star Struck Ch. 04



I woke up, feeling Chris's hair and stubble tickling my chest. I turned my head in the direction of the clock, seeing that it was just past midnight. I looked down at Chris's sleeping form, smiling at the look of peace on his face. I stroked his back with my hand, thinking about the previous day. It was such a roller coaster ride of emotions. I thought about everything that happened, from the unexpected afternoon kiss to the make out session just a few hours ago. 

I felt happy. Looking at Chris lying on my chest made me wonder if this could last. If I could still see us in ten years, together like this. I guess no one could tell, but I was going to put as much into this relationship the next couple of days as I could. I hoped if things didn't work out, I would be able to keep myself together, but I shuddered at the thought that I couldn't.

"You awake?" Chris asked sleepily. I hadn't even known he had woken up. I immediately stopped stroking his skin, thinking that I had been the one to wake him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." I apologized.

"Nah it's fine." He said looking up at me. I smiled and he returned a sleepy one. He moved and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. "Shall we take a shower? I can feel the dried spunk on my underwear." I nodded and we both got up and walked to the bathroom out in the hall. The whole time, Chris had his arm around my waist, pulling my body to his.

We entered the bathroom and removed out jeans and soiled underwear, throwing them into the laundry bin. It was the first time I had seen him completely naked. His dick was about 4" flaccid and uncut, very much like mine. We both stepped into the shower, letting the hot water pour over our bodies. He wrapped his arms around me, while I placed mine around his neck. 

"You're beautiful." He whispered into my ear.

"You're not too bad either hot stuff." I said, making him chuckle. I took the soap and lathered it up in my hands, before rubbing it into his body. He did the same for me, the contact between us making us grow hard. I stood under the shower, letting the water wash the soap off my body, before switching places for him to do the same. I stared at him as the water poured off the contours of his body. He looked amazing, and totally out of my league. In all of my past relationships, I was always the bigger person. Seeing Chris and his god like body was something I wasn't used to and something I thought I wasn't worthy of. He turned away from me, letting the shower hit his face, giving me the perfect view of his ass, which was just as perfect as the rest of him.

I closed the gap between us, wrapping my arms around his torso, feeling the hard abs there. I placed my chin on his shoulder, his hand coming up to hold my cheek. I ran my hands up and down his abs, before running my fingers through the tuft of hair above his groin, weaving my fingers through the course fibres. He turned his head and kissed me, slow and sensual. 

My hand found his dick, now hard and erect. I wrapped my fingers around it, pumping it as slow as he was kissing me. "That feels so good Justin." He moaned. My dick had found its way into his ass crack and I was slowly pushing in and out between his legs. 

I stopped, taking my hands off his dick. My hands turned him around, our erection coming into contact with each other. I kissed him once, travelling down his body, scraping my teeth along his skin. His body trembled as I did so. I knelt low enough that I was eye level with his dick. Now fully erect I could see that he was slightly longer that my 6" with his 7", although I was broader than him. 

I stuck my nose in his pubes, inhaling his scent that was mixed with the smell of soap. It was almost like a drug. I licked the underside of his cock, making it jump slightly. My eyes looked up at him, seeing his head thrown back in ecstasy. I smiled, taking his head into my mouth, eliciting a gasp from him. His hands went up to the walls, supporting himself as his knees buckled. I smiled at the effect I had on him, taking him deeper into my mouth.

I sucked on his dick, taking more of him with each pass until I felt his cock touch the back of my throat. I resisted the urge to gag, supressing the reflex, continuing to suck him off. His body was trembling, trying to hold back his oncoming orgasm, which only made me more determined to make him cum. I increased my efforts, bringing him to the edge multiple times before pulling back, keeping him on the brink of orgasm.

"Justin I can't hold out much longer." He said, the strain apparent in his voice. I sucked him off with fervour, this time not stopping when his body tensed. He unloaded into my mouth. He tasted sweet, with a little bitterness, so unlike mine, which I didn't really care for. I swallowed it all, not wanting to lose a single drop. I cleaned off his dick with my tongue, running it around the shaft. "Oh my god." Chris exclaimed.

I got off my knees, standing up and kissing him. His tongue entered my mouth, tasting himself. His right hand found my throbbing member, slowly pumping it in time to our kisses. His kisses grew more passionate as he pushed me up against the wall. He broke the kiss, kneeling down like I did, wasting no time in taking me into his mouth. My breathing hitched as he moved his lips up and down my shaft. His tongue circled my head, sending sparks dancing across my skin. It didn't take long for me to lose control and blow my load into the confines of his mouth. He took it all, only a small amount escaping the side of his lips.

I looked down at the hunk of a man kneeling in front of me as he licked his lips, capturing the drop of semen that escaped. He got up and placed his forehead to mine. "You taste good too." He said. I chuckled and pulled him out of the shower. Drying ourselves off, we exited the bathroom and headed for our respective room. Standing in front of our bedroom doors, we exchanged looks. 

"My room?" I asked. He smiled and nodded his head, going into his room to get some clothes while I entered mine. I had just put on a pair of boxers when Chris entered the room, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. The skin-tight fabric hugged his figure, outlining the contours of his body. I climbed into bed, motioning for Chris to lie next to me. He took my suggestion, climbing into bed behind me. I lay on my side, looking out the window as Chris spooned me, draping his arm over my body.

I felt my eyes grow heavy, the heat of Chris's body making my bed seem cosier than it had ever been. The kiss I felt on the back of my neck made me smile. "Justin?" He called.

"Yeah?" I said, sleepiness slowly enveloping me.

"You wanna come down to the set with me tomorrow?"

"I would like that." I said, closing my eyes. Chris kissed my neck once more before I succumbed to sleep.

I was awoken the next morning by the ringing of my phone. I cracked my eyes open, the light streaming in from the window temporarily blinding. I felt for my phone on my bedside table, managing to locate it after several blind attempts. I grabbed the vibrating device and answered the call, not bothering to see who it was on caller ID.

"Hello?" I mumbled sleepily.

"Hey Justin. Sorry to wake you honey but could you check up on Chris. He isn't picking up my call." My mom said. The light snoring coming from behind me told me that Chris was still asleep.

"Yeah mom, sure thing." I said. 

"Thanks hun, bye." She said, hanging up the phone. I hung up and put my phone back down on the table. I turned to my left, looking at Chris's sleeping form. The light snoring was really cute and I found myself smiling at him. Eventually, I shook his shoulder lightly, making him open his eyes. 

"Hey, my mom's been trying to call you." I said. He yawned and stretched, his joints cracking as he did.

"Morning to you too." He said, giving me a light kiss on the cheek. "What time is it?" I looked to the clock and told him it was 8. "I should get ready. I need to be on set by 9. You're coming along right?" He asked, pushing his feet out of bed. 

"You sure it would be okay?" I asked, unsure if it was right to bring someone to the set of a shooting.

"Yeah it's fine. Not only are you with me, but you're also Jo's son. Besides, everyone on the crew is really nice. The director's a super nice guy." He said. "I would ask if you want to shower together but I think if I do that, we would be late."

"Yeah no duh." He smiled and exited my room, heading to get ready. I pulled myself out of bed, heading to my bathroom for a shower. After I was done, I put on a white polo t-shirt and a pair of khakis. I walked out of my room and heard Chris in his room. Continuing down the stairs, I proceeded to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. I waited for the coffee to finish brewing before pouring myself a hot cup, without any cream or sugar. I sipped the coffee as I took a seat at the kitchen island.

Chris came down soon after, walking past me but not before placing a kiss on my cheek. He got himself a mug and poured himself a cup of coffee, placing a few cubes of sugar into his, sitting across from me.

"Had a good sleep?" He asked, drinking half his cup of coffee in one go.

"How could I not?" I smirked, downing the rest of the black liquid in my cup. 

"Good to hear." he said, finishing up his coffee. "Shall we?" he asked, grabbing my cup and putting them both in the dishwasher. I got up and walked to the front door going out to my car. I got in the driver's seat as Chris got into the passenger side.

"So where is the set anyway?" Chris told me the address and I nodded, driving over to the location. I knew where that was, only a few blocks down from my restaurant. Along the way, Chris and I talk, joked and sang loudly along to the music on the radio. I knew I was walking into dangerous territory, getting myself so attached the Chris, but we did agree to really try this out and I wasn't going to back out of it.

We reached the location, which was a condo. I parked the car and followed Chris into the building. We rode the elevator all the way to the top floor, entering the first apartment we crossed. The apartment was full of people and equipment, ranging from big cameras to all sorts of lighting. If not for all the clutter in the house, it would have been an extremely nice home. I followed behind Chris, walking through the jungle of wires and headed for one of the bedrooms at the back of the flat. Sitting on a sofa in the left corner of the room was my mom, busy on her cell phone. She raised her hand in acknowledgement when she saw Chris but her face showed confusion when her eyes fell on me.

She finished up her call and hung up, walking over to us. "Hey guys. I didn't expect to see you here." She said to me.

"Chris invited me. It's fine right?" I asked.

"Yeah no problem. I just thought you wouldn't have liked to come. No matter." She said, turning to Chris. "Chris, go get your make up done and change into your outfit. Jessica is waiting." 

"Sure thing. C'mon." He said, motioning for me to follow him. I followed him, seeing my mom giving me a suspicious look as I walked away. I ignored it though; she probably just found it weird that I was there. He took me to the adjacent room. A dresser with a huge mirror took up the area where the bed would have been. A few chairs sat in front of it, racks of clothes to the left. A woman was sitting in one of the chairs, texting on her phone.

"Hey Jess." Chris said to the woman. She looked up and smiled, putting her phone away. 

"Hey Chris. Okay hold on." She said, walking over to the rack of clothes and handing him an outfit. "Go change into this, then come out here for make up after you're done." Chris took it and headed for what I assumed was the connected bathroom. I decided to wait where I was, sitting in one of the chairs.

"Hi, I'm Jessica, but you can call me Jess. Chris brought you along?" Jessica asked, standing behind my chair. I looked at her through the mirror and nodded, introducing myself to her. "Friend?" 

"Kinda." She leaned down till her head was next to mine.

"Boyfriend?" She whispered. One look at the shock expression on my face and she burst out laughing. "I take that as a yes."

"How did you know?' I asked.

"I know Chris is gay, one of the few people on set who does in fact. I guess you just share certain stuff with your make up artiste." She said. 

"Well we aren't actually what you would call boyfriends anyway. It's kinda in a trial phase now." I said.

"Trial phase?" She asked, raising her eyebrow. 

"We're seeing how it goes." I clarified. 

"That's a shame. It's nice to see him liking someone. Doesn't happen too often from what he tells me."

"He seems really open about it." I said. Seeing that he was seemingly so open about his sexual orientation, it baffled me that it wasn't widely reported in the tabloids.

"I know what you're thinking but he's actually pretty closed about it. He opens up to a certain people if he trusts them. I guess those people just don't go around spreading the news. So yeah, probably why it's not everywhere." She said. Just then Chris walked back in, changed into his new clothes. 

"You guys talking about me?" Chris asked, taking a seat in the chair next to me.

"What if we are, lover boy." Jess said, getting her make up ready for Chris. She touched him up a little, putting a small amount of make up on. I could see the way he acted was different there. Back at the house, he just seemed like any ordinary 21 year old, but on set I could tell that there was an air of professionalism surrounding him. He was truly proud of what he did.

Someone came into the room just after Jess was done with his make up. "Chris, five minutes." The stagehand said, disappearing almost immediately. Chris got out of the chair, and walked past me, smiling as he went. 

"Showtime." He said, making me chuckle. I followed him out, walking down the hallway to the living room where most of the equipment was set up. Chris walked up to a man who I assumed was the director. I stayed back, watching everything from the hallway. I couldn't hear what Chris was saying to the director but he nodded at intervals and smiled occasionally. 

"Why the change of heart?" came the familiar voice from behind me.

"He invited me. I thought it was the polite thing to accept." I said, turning to face my mother.

"That's the only reason?" She asked, shooting me a suspicious look. I nodded, unsure whether to tell her about Chris and me or not. The look she gave me made me nervous. It was her 'you're hiding something and I'll find out soon enough' face. I turned back to the set, seeing Chris sitting on the couch, in position for the scene. Opposite him sat a blonde girl, whom I assumed was the leading lady.

I observed the works of the entire operation. It was my first time actually visiting a set and a lot of the people were extremely nice, something that prior to meeting Chris would have blown my expectations right out of the water. After they were done filming the scene, Chris introduced the blonde girl to me. Her name was Victoria Oakley and the movie was her debut film. She was a very sweet girl, awfully polite but had a sense of humour too.

The rest of the day was spent filming various scenes for the movie. We left the apartment around noon to head to the beach, finishing up a few scenes there. Overall the whole thing was a pleasant experience. It was fun finding out about everything and I kind of made a new friend in Jess, who was there next to me a lot of the time, chatting to me about nothing in particular. 

It was almost 5 when they called it quits, opting to resume the rest of the filming the next day. I waited by my car while Chris went and changed out of his outfit back at the apartment. I sat on the hood on my car, leaning back onto the windshield. My legs were crossed at the ankle, my arms folded across my chest. It was fifteen minute later before Chris appeared, walking out of the building accompanied by my mother.

I slid off the hood, planting my feet onto the asphalt. I got into the driver's seat, turning the ignition on the engine. Chris waved goodbye to my mom, who proceeded to her car. She eyed me as she walked away, making me feel a little uncomfortable. 

"So tired." Chris exclaimed as he got in. "So how was it? Did you like it?" he asked, referring to my visit to the set.

"It was cool." I said, backing out of the parking lot. 

"Glad you liked it. I was happy you were there too." The smile he shot me made the butterflies return.

"As was I." I looked into the rear view mirror and saw my mom's blue Prius following me down the road. "Did my mom say anything about coming over to my place?" 

"No why?"

"That's strange. She shouldn't be taking this route home." I said. Chris turned in his seat, looking out the back window.

"Maybe she forgot something?" He suggested.

"Maybe." I said. I knew it had something to do with my appearance at the shoot seeing that she had been giving me looks all day. I tried ignoring the vehicle following behind me, focussing on the drive home. Halfway home, Chris put his hand on mine that was on the gear stick, the warmth an immediate comfort. 

I parked in my driveway, getting out the car. My mother's car stopped behind mine as her engine cut off. She got out. "Hey mom. What are you doing here?" I asked, hoping to hear an innocent reason.

"Inside, both of you." She said, pointing to Chris and me. We followed her orders, proceeding into the house. She came in after us, closing the door behind her. With her hands on her hips, she turned to us, looking like a total mother. There was something about either her posture or the way she was looking at us, that made me feel like a little kid that was about to be punished. "So, is there something you boys want to tell me?" 

"What do you mean?" I asked, feigning ignorance although I had a pretty good idea what she was getting at.

"Don't start Justin. I could see the way you two were looking at each other all day. Are you two dating or something?" She said, flat out. I turned to Chris, waiting for him to say something.

"Okay yes. We are." Chris said. "Is that wrong?"

"Yes! No. Maybe. Argh you two are complicating things." She said, walking over to the couch and sitting down.

"Complicate how? What's wrong with dating each other?" He asked.

"You know why it complicates stuff Chris. I have told you before." She sighed. "Look, both of you. As a mother and a friend, I'm really happy for you two. Anyone could see how much you guys like each other. On the other hand as a mother and manager, I really implore you to ask yourself if this is really what you want." 

Chris and I kept quiet. "Chris, you know I don't care that you're gay, but you know that not everyone does. If you come out with this to the public, your gonna receive some heat about it. You may not get parts just because some people are homophobic. Is that something you want to go through?

"As for you Justin, maintaining a relationship that's in the spotlight is very hard. Things may not last under such an environment. And in such a case, can you deal with it should it come to an end?" She stopped. What she said simply reiterated my fears of a relationship with Chris.

"What if we kept it on the down low?" I asked.

"That may work for awhile. But you should know that Chris is somewhat of a big name. Eventually, some sneaky paparazzi is gonna get some evidence of your relationship. Eventually news of it will get out and nothing is going to be private anymore." Chris's head fell and I knew exactly how he felt. It had only been a day in our relationship, and already circumstances were trying to tear us apart. It made me wonder if it was really possible to have a relationship with him. "I know I'm being a little bit depressing here but I just needed you guys to know what you are walking into. If you think it's worth it, I'm not gonna stop you. You're both adults and are free to choose what you want. I will be happy for you in fact. I just needed to say this to make sure you expect anything that may come your way." My mom said, getting off the couch. "I'll take my leave then and let you guys talk it out." 




Star Struck Ch. 04



Louis sat at a corner, out of the way table where he could watch anyone coming and going. It was early. He'd been back home a day, but hadn't had the courage to visit his grandmother to tell her his decision, not to mention that flying for half the night had worn him out; particularly since he hadn't been able to sleep on the plane. He had intended to talk to Lonnie after Chrissy fell asleep, but when he went to look for her, he'd found her in a hot and heavy fivesome with two other girls and two guys. He knew he had no right to, but he felt very angry and jealous. So, he decided to depart. 

Once back in his hometown, he'd slept at home in his own bed for most of the day and half the night. Knowing he had to tough it up, he arose, showered—finally washing off the remnants of his time with Chrissy, which might have turned out to be the best part of the entire trip—and came to the old diner for a late breakfast before going to see his grandmother. 

However, sitting alone in this empty diner at ten a.m. in the morning, where he'd first met Vermeil Chaleur, a.k.a. Lonnie Carter, brought with it a myriad of confusing thoughts. His life had always been fairly simple: go to school, be harassed by the so-called "cool" kids, have hardly any friends, take care of his grandmother, and manage to get in some porn as much as he could. He'd done more in the last four days with Lonnie than he had done in his entire life before; not just the sex, but everything. Now, he had doubts about whether he had acted too harshly. Did he really want to give all of that up to return to this mundane life? 

On the other hand, wasn't being paid to have sex a form of prostitution? How demeaning was that? Regardless of the lifestyle it offered, could it be argued that in any job you sold yourself for money? Because it was sex, did that make it any different? Or was that merely a societal belief? 

Louis was giving himself a headache. What would life back in home town bring? More harassment by his former classmates? He'd have to find a job. Where? In a— 

"Can I get you something?" 

Looking up, Louis was rendered speechless by the waitress who stood before him. She was beautiful! She looked hot in a clean, white, somewhat see-through, tight-fitting old-time waitress dress: short, button-up-the-front, some of the top buttons undone to show cleavage . . . and if that wasn't enough, she was . . . Angela! He remembered the last time he saw her several days ago, the last day of school when she wrote something unkind in his yearbook. It was also here in the diner. What was she doing working here? That was turning out to be a memorable day—not necessarily for the best of reasons. And she obviously didn't recognize him with his new haircut, clothes and no glasses. 

"Oh, my!" she said, bringing her hand up to her mouth. "You're . . . I just saw you—" then she strangely clammed up, almost embarrassed. 

Or maybe she did recognize him. "Saw me where?" 

"Uh, uh—" 

"Please. Where do you remember me from?" Did she really recognize him? Surely the haircut, clothes and no glasses couldn't be that great a disguise. 

Angela took a deep breath. "In a movie." 

"A movie?" Louis questioned, to make certain she wasn't thinking he was someone else. Also, it wouldn't surprise him that Lonnie had released all or part of it on the internet. 

"Y-yes," she answered hesitantly. 

"Where?" 

"On the internet. It was . . . this is embarrassing." 

"Why?" 

"It was a . . . a . . . p-porno movie." 

"Why are you embarrassed to say that?" 

"You're not from here, are you? Small town like this, folks don't think too much of people who watch that stuff. Particularly females." 

He nodded. "Did you like it?" 

Again, hesitant, Angela finally stammered, "Yes." 

"Are you ashamed to admit you like porno?" 

"Was that really you?" 

"Which scene was it?" 

"Uh, with Carly Saunders." 

"Yeah, that was me." 

"Well then, I guess I shouldn't be embarrassed to admit I like porn to someone like you, who is in X-rated movies." 

"Would you like to sit?" Louis was enjoying this. She really thought he was somebody. What would she do if she knew who he really was? 

"Can't. I'm working." 

He made a show of glancing around the small diner. "There's no one else here." 

"Well, maybe for just a minute," she relented, now seemingly eager to talk to him. "I'm Angela." 

"Rob," Louis answered, half of his surname quickly occurring to him as an alias. 

"I've never met a real porn star before." 

Louis wanted to burst out laughing. Here she was acting like this little small town country bumpkin when all through high school she fancied herself this all-American girl, big cheerleader, popular with all the guys. "I put my pants on one leg at a time." 

"When you put them on," she quipped nervously. 

"Making those movies is not as much fun as you might think it is. A lot of stopping and starting. When the director calls cut, you have to stop in place." 

"But you get to have sex with hot women. The girls get to have sex with hot guys. I wouldn't mind trying it." 

"So you like having sex?" Louis deduced. 

Angela hung her head. "It's why I'm so popular with all the guys." There was sadness in her tone, perhaps even regret. 

"Any of them any good?" 

"Not like you. Or at least what I saw in the video." 

"So, you'd like to have sex with me?" Louis was so enjoying this. 

"Of course!" she said with a big smile." 

The girl of his high school dreams could be his with a wave of his hand. Could he really do that to her? Be deceptive? Still, he was enjoying this too much. "You and I are not all that different, you know." 

"I find that hard to believe." 

"I'm from a small town also," Louis stated, similar to what Lonnie had told him. 

"That's really hard to believe." 

"Everybody's got to be from somewhere." Those were also Lonnie's words. 

Angela merely shrugged, then leaned closer. "I get—" 

But before she could finish, in walked two jocks and two girls that were all part of the clique that used to (probably still would if he stayed here) hassle him. It was about to get interesting. Mike, Angela's sometimes boyfriend, approached. 

"Hey, Angie baby, what's up?" 

"Mike, guys, come see who's here." 

The group clamored around Louis' table. 

"Anybody recognize him?" Angela asked. She stood beside Louis and put her arm around his shoulder as though she had first claim to him. 

"That's the dude from the movie last night," one of the girls said excitedly. "Hey, is your cock really that big?" she stupidly asked. 

Louis merely shook his head in stupefaction. 

The others all mumbled something. 

"Dude, what are you doing in a place like this?" Mike asked. 

"I'm not sure," Louis replied, intentionally vague. He could see in Mike's eyes that he did not care for Angela's attention to him. To add insult, Louis reached up and put his arm around Angela's waist making certain his hand was touching her ass. 

"We're all headed to the beach," Mike said. "We'll wait for you." 

"You guys go ahead," Angela told them. "Still a while before I get off. I'll catch up with you later." 

Giving Louis the evil eye, Mike was not quick to move. 

"Go on, guys," Angela urged. "Unless you're going to eat, I'll get in trouble if you just hang around." 

"Okay," Mike reluctantly agreed. "But don't be long." 

"I'm not your girlfriend. I'll be there when I get there." After they were gone, Angela explained, "The beach is really just a short stretch of sand on a secluded lake on private property. The owner is a friend of Mike's dad and lets us go there. It's really just a place for us to go and get naked and fool around." 

Louis nodded. Of course, he knew about the "lake." "So, does everybody pair off? Are you and Mike—" 

"He's not my boyfriend, although he thinks he is. But he screws the other girls and I screw the other guys. It's almost like an orgy." 

"Almost?" 

"Well, I've never done a real orgy. Not sure what one really is. Have you ever done one?" 

"Oh, sure," Louis said as if it happened all the time, milking this for all it was worth. "Was at one just a couple of nights ago in L.A." 

"Really? Tell me about it." 

"We finished shooting the movie you saw and had a party," Louis said. "Everybody was fucking everybody." 

Angela's eyes lit up. "Before the others came in, I started to say that I get off in a few minutes. Would you like to go somewhere?" 

"You told the others you didn't get off for a while." 

With a wicked smirk, she said, "Well, I was kinda hoping you and I could get together." 

Louis had an instant debate with himself about the urgency of seeing his grandmother versus fucking the girl he had a crush on and the dishonesty of doing it under false pretenses. Would fucking Angela without her knowing who he was be as sweet? But he also realized that that was the only way it was likely to happen, so he'd deal with any conscience issues later. "What did you have in mind?" 

"Maybe we could go somewhere." 

"Like?" He wondered if she was really that naive to not know he was toying with her. 

"I don't know. Maybe I could audition for you." 

"Audition?" 

"Maybe if you thought I was good enough, you could put me in one of your movies." 

"You want to do porn?" 

"I want to get out of here. I like having sex. One could be my ticket to the other." 

"Then, why are you working here?" Louis asked, wanting to know anyway. 

"I don't really have the means to go to college right now, particularly since my grades weren't all that good." He could hear the regret. "Just saving up to get out of here." 

Louis nodded his understanding. 

"Are you staying at the hotel?" 

There was only one in town. To call it a hotel was kind. Louis thought quickly. He couldn't take her to his grandmother's house. That would identify him. Other possibilities ran through his mind. He remembered where Lonnie hid a key to her mother's house. Maybe she wouldn't mind. Maybe she wouldn't know. "I'm actually staying at someone's house." 

"Oh." Angela's mood instantly deflated. 

"Alone." 

Her smile lit up again. "Then let's go there." 

"Yes. Let's." He hoped Angela didn't know whose house it was. 

It was a short walk. But she did. "This is Mrs. Carter's house." 

Somewhat prepared, Louis asked, "Who?" 

"Mrs. Carter. She used to work at the diner. She's in an assisted living facility here in town. Her daughter, Lonnie, owns the diner and was nice enough to give me a job here. Do you know her?" 

Containing his surprise, Louis said, "Uh, friend of a friend. Do you know her?" 

"No. I just talked to her on the phone." 

Louis secretly breathed his relief, but also wondered why Lonnie never mentioned she owned the place. 

He quickly found the key and let them in. Once inside, Angela's demeanor seemed to change instantly. She became sultry, her gait turning into a teasing sway. She pivoted tauntingly toward him and asked, "So, now that you've got me here, what are you going to do with me?" 

"Does your mother know where you are, what you've come here for?" Louis asked in kind. "What will she think of you?" 

"She'd think I was a bad girl." 

"You like being a bad girl, don't you?" 

"I am a bad girl. What are you going to do about it?" she challenged. 

"Bad girls must be punished. Maybe you need to be spanked." 

Angela's eyes lit up. "Ooh, yeah," she purred, "I like to be spanked." 

"Well, then maybe we need to take care of that," Louis suggested, leading her into the nearest bedroom directly to the bed. Bending her over it, he ordered, "Assume the position." 

She did. 

"Ready?" 

"Wait." With a wicked grin, Angela lifted the bottom of her dress and pulled her panties down and kicked them off. With her dress still raised, she hiked one leg up resting her knee on the bed, her ass exposed. "Ready." She grimaced in anticipation of a sting. 

But as they were being playful, Louis just tapped her a couple of times. Angela pretended as though it hurt, so he gently rubbed her soft cheeks. 

Now, she stood. "That wasn't much of a punishment. I'm still feeling like a bad girl." 

"Oh, you are, are you?" Louis stepped closer to her and ran his hand up her leg to her pussy. He rubbed it a bit, feeling moisture. Pulling her to him, he put his arms around her waist, lifted her dress and grabbed her bare buttocks. He gave each another love tap. 

"Ooh!" she giggled. "Spank me again!" 

Louis was playing along, but he wondered if she really liked it rough or was just toying with him. Still, he pushed her down onto the bed and gave her another swat on her butt. Again, she giggled. Soothingly, he rubbed her ass once more. She twisted her trunk onto its side. He slid his hand up to cup her nicely rounded breast, marveling over the fact that he was actually engaged in this activity with the girl of his dreams. He leaned in to kiss her. 

"Oh, yeah," Angela cooed. "Make me a bad girl." 

Louis eased down to kiss her ass—which she had told him to do many times during school. Little did either know . . . 

Angela spread her legs a little farther apart allowing Louis' tongue to reach her ever dampening pussy. "Oh, yeah!" she cried. 

So, he turned her completely onto her back spreading her thighs and attacked her vagina with his mouth. It wasn't as tasty as Lonnie's or Chrissy's or even Carly's, but it was Angela. 

She moaned her pleasure. "You really are good at this." 

"Mmmmhmmm." 

While he was driving her crazy with his tongue, Angela undid the top of her dress. She stopped him long enough to sit up, pull the garment off her shoulders and remove her bra. Cupping her own tits and pulling her nipples, she asked, "What do you think of these?" 

"Verrrrry nice," he complimented, although again, they weren't as nice as Chrissy's and certainly not the caliber of Lonnie's or Carly's. But once more, they were Angela's, so he fondled them, squeezed her nipples, kissed her tits and sucked on the nipples. 

She moaned her pleasure and Louis wondered if it was because he was that much better than her jerky boyfriends or the mental stigma that she thought a porn star was doing this to her. He gave her a passionate kiss on her mouth again, and then returned to her pussy. She held her head up in her hand so she could see, and with the other hand, she cupped his head and held it firmly against her pussy. 

"I can't believe I'm actually with a porn star!" 

"Well, here's something very porn-like," Louis said, having seen it in a movie himself. He brought her legs together and turned them to one side so that only her pussy and asshole were exposed. He thought about really giving her the treatment by licking her anus, but shied away from that not knowing about her hygiene. Instead, he slid a finger in her pussy and finger fucked her. Adding another finger caused her to throw her head back in pleasure. After a minute of this, he decided it was time to get down to business. 

Louis undid and removed his pants and underwear, and then climbed onto the bed laying on his back with his head propped up on pillows. He had a good hard on so he held his cock straight up to make it appear even larger. 

"Oh, wow! Look at that thing!" Angela quickly stood and removed her dress entirely, and then jumped on the bed between Louis' legs. She couldn't grab his cock and shove it in her mouth fast enough. She dribbled some saliva on it and then bobbed up and down. To his surprise, she was actually pretty good. And she really got into it as though she was desperately trying to impress him. If nothing else, she could be a good fluffer. 

Louis rotated her around so they could do a sixty-nine. It worked for a minute, but it was an awkward position, so she rotated again. 

"I want you to really fuck me." And with that, she positioned her pussy directly over his cock, grabbed hold of it and guided it inside her. A moan/cry type of sound seeped through her lips as she sank to the hilt. "I've never had anything this big in me before. I may split apart!" 

He chuckled. 

She just sat there as though adjusting to his size. Then she started bouncing and he raised his hips to meet her thrusts. She leaned forward slapping his face with her tits. He grabbed her ass cheeks and held on as she rode him harder and faster. She continually changed up, sliding around in a circle instead of going up and down, gliding forward and back, and then, strangely, without extracting herself, she turned completely around, his cock never leaving the warm embrace of her steaming pussy. Now she went up and down again, riding a bucking bronco, emitting pleasurable sounds in accompaniment. When Louis started thrusting, she held herself still, allowing him to really pound her. He reached around and rubbed her clit and alternated playing with her breasts. 

The sounds she was making suggested she was delirious. From what he could see her eyes were shut tight. Then her whimpering accelerated becoming more high-pitched, and seconds later, she came in a shuddering orgasm. 

Louis allowed her a minute or so to come down before moving her off of him and getting off of the bed. He pulled her onto the floor also and bent her over the bed to take her from the rear. But before he could begin, they were jolted when the there was a loud rap on the door. Louis jumped into some pants and headed for the door, fretting who it could be. The house was old and there was no peep hole, nor could he see who it was through the window. He opened the door only enough to see and it was not whom he anticipated. 

"Where's Angela?" Mike asked with a hint of aggravation. He was backed up by the other guy and two girls. 

"Who is it, Rob?" Angela asked, stepping up behind him, having slipped on only her waitress dress and then only buttoning enough buttons to be somewhat decent, but sexy as all hell. 

"Angela?" Mike bellowed, pushing the door open and barging in. When he saw her, he nearly came unglued. "What the fuck are you doing?" 

"That's exactly what we were doing," she retorted defiantly. "What are you guys doing here?" 

"You fucking whore! When I saw you hanging all over this guy, I didn't think you'd be working." 

"Who the hell do you think you are? I'm not your girlfriend," Angela promptly told him. 

"And you don't have near what he has between your legs." 

The others giggled at the put-down. But it infuriated Mike, who looked ready to tear Louis' head off. 

At that moment, another group of people entered. The former high schoolers turned to watch five beautiful women walk in. All were dressed in business dresses that showed off all of their curves, cleavages and legs in a very tasteful way. 

"There you are, Louis," Lonnie said, approaching the group. "Is there a problem here?" 

"Louis, I wish you wouldn't go off without telling us," Carly mockingly scolded. 

"Louis?" Angela repeated in disbelief. "You said your name was Rob." Her mind went to work. "Louis Rob . . . oh, my, now I recognize you. You're Louis Robbins." The distaste in her tone was clear. 

"That's right," he said proudly. 

"Oh, no! I just fucked Louis Robbins." The shock on her face was instant and complete. Angela studied his face for a moment. "The Louis Robbins I know would never have been capable of doing what I saw you do on screen." 

"And yet," Louis said, "we just did it. You think a different haircut and clothes and no glasses make me a different person?" 




Star Struck Ch. 04



"How did you . . . when did you . . . how could you—" 

"Doesn't matter. Just goes to show, you can't tell a book by its cover. All those times you were putting me down, you could have been enjoying me instead of these other losers who apparently didn't really satisfy you." He knew that was harsh, but with what she and all her friends had put him through, it was deserved. 

Angela's friends started laughing at her. 

"And you thought you were fucking a porn star!" Mike teased. "You dumb slut." 

"He is," Carly challenged. 

"Who are you?" Mike wanted to know. "His mommy." 

"His entourage," Lonnie corrected. 

"Entourage? What's that?" Mike stupidly asked. 

"Wait a minute. You were in the diner last week," Angela recalled. 

"Guys, that's Vermeil Chaleur," the other guy pointed out. "We watched one of her videos the other day. And the other is Carly Saunders. That's who this guy fucked in the movie." 

"Thank you, sweetie," Carly said sultrily. "It's nice to be noticed." 

Now, Chrissy stepped over to Angela and gently eased her out of the way. 

"Who are you?" Angela asked in annoyance. 

Louis stood and put his arm around Chrissy. "My girlfriend." 

Of course, Chrissy beamed. 

"No way Louis can have a hot girlfriend like her," Mike said in disbelief. "Hey, baby, don't you want a real guy?" 

Chrissy turned to Mike and dead panned, "From what I've heard, you have very little to offer." She held up her hand, thumb and forefinger extended but close together. 

Mike's friends all laughed. 

"Fuck all of you!" he said. 

"I think it's time you all left," Lonnie suggested forcefully. 

"Yeah," Louis agreed. "And since you found me so distasteful, Angela, you can take it that you failed your audition." 

After Angela stormed off, Lonnie and Louis regarded each other for a moment. 

Carly, in her usual unrestrained manner, said, "Well, that was exciting." 

"We weren't sure where to look first for you," Lonnie finally said. "I'm glad it was this easy." 

"Sorry, I used your house without asking," Louis offered for lack of anything better to say. 

"No problem," Lonnie said. "Glad you remembered where the key was. So, you finally got to fuck Angela." It was a statement, not a question. 

He shrugged. "She recognized me from the video you obviously released, but didn't know who I really was. I had a crush on her all through high school, but she and the others always treated me like shit. It was just too hard to pass up." 

"Don't blame you at all," Lonnie said, ushering Carly, Chrissy, Gwen and Diane in and closing the door. They all went into the living room and sat, Chrissy making certain to sit very close next to Louis. "Nothing like good revenge sex." 

"You didn't mention that you owned the diner," Louis charged. "Or that you gave Angela a job." 

"Guess I didn't think it was important. My mother loved working there, but as she got older, she couldn't work as much as they wanted her to. So, I bought it anonymously and hired a new manager so she could work whenever she wanted. After we returned to California, the manager called and said Angela had asked for a job. I knew who she was from the day you and I were there and I thought the humility would be good for her, particularly after the way she treated you." 

"Are you going to let her continue to work there?" Louis wanted to know. 

"Do you want me to? She's actually a good waitress and a lot of guys come in to watch her." 

With a shrug, Louis said, "I don't care. It's your business. I'm obviously now a stranger in my own home town. Don't know why I thought it would be any different." 

"Then, come back, Louis," Lonnie said. "We want you back." 

"Really?" he asked facetiously. "What was my first clue?" He chuckled at his own stupid joke to show that he was trying to be cordial. 

"I mean, we want you back to do whatever you want to do," Lonnie clarified. "You have a lot to offer. You can be in movies, help produce, do the computer work, whatever. We want you back to do it. You're part of the family now." 

Louis nodded. "What family? You never did give me an answer. Are you really my mother?" 

"No," Chrissy answered for her. "But she is mine." 

He wasn't entirely surprised. "Who's her father?" 

"Don't know," Lonnie said. "I was with a lot of guys back then starting out in this business and we weren't always that careful about birth control." 

"Could my father be her's also?" 

"Very slight chance," Lonnie said. 

"Doesn't matter to me, Louis," Chrissy told him. "Yeah, we could be half-siblings, but I don't care. If it's that important to you we can do a DNA test." 

Louis shrugged. "I guess you're right, Chrissy. It really doesn't matter." 

"The reason I'm calling you family, Louis, is because we're all from here," Lonnie explained. "Carly, Gwen, Diane, and even though she wasn't actually born here, I still consider Chrissy from here." 

"All of you?" Louis was completely surprised. 

"Yes," Lonnie confirmed. "That's why these are the only people I trust. I want you to be part of this group. That's why you can do whatever job you want and still go to college." 

"There's still my grandmother," Louis reminded. 

"She'll still be taken care of." 

After a few moments of predictably reflective silence, Chrissy placed her hand on Louis' thigh and rubbed gently, lovingly. "So, what are you going to do?" 

He shrugged. "It's obvious moving back here wouldn't benefit me any. I just don't know if I'd be comfortable working in the porn business." 

"Is it because of the generally negative reputation that the industry has?" Carly asked. "Or what people who don't understand it, think of it?" 

"Partially," Louis admitted. "Angela was ashamed to admit that she liked porn because people in a town like this frown on it." 

"But it didn't stop her from continuing to watch it, did it?" Lonnie pointed out. "And it didn't stop her from wanting to fuck a porn star. Or be in films herself. How long have you been watching porn, Louis?" 

"A while," he answered with a smirk. 

"And you watched it because it put something in your life that you couldn't put there yourself. Is that fair to say?" 

He nodded. 

"And so, regardless what you would do in the business, you would be part of giving something to people that they couldn't have themselves." 

"Chrissy already pointed that out," Louis conceded. "That is something to consider." 

"Smart girl," Lonnie quipped. "Must take after her mother." 

Chrissy moved her hand up Louis' thigh to his crotch and asked, "Did you mean what you said about me being your girlfriend, or was that just to get back at Angela?" 

"It wasn't just to get back at her. But I've never really had a girlfriend." 

"Come back and I'll show you how to have one." 

"Nothing would make me happier than for the two of you to be together," Lonnie said. 

"And if I were to decide to do more movies?" 

"We talked about that night before last, Louis," Chrissy reminded. "If you're going to be in a relationship in this business, you have to be very open-minded and tolerant of the things your partner has to do." 

"Yes, you did tell me that. And you'd be willing to be in a relationship with me regardless what I did?" 

"I would," Chrissy eagerly answered. "And here's your first lesson in how to have a relationship. Like most other things in life, it's something you have to work at. We can't take each other for granted." 

Louis was impressed. "That's pretty insightful. Your mom is right. You're a smart girl." 

"I hate to be the one to tell you this, Louis," Lonnie said, "but Chrissy's IQ is as high as yours." 

He didn't see that one coming. "Really?" 

"I made certain she's getting a good education." 

"I'm much more than just tits and ass," Chrissy cracked. 

And she had a sense of humor, Louis thought with a chuckle. Could he really be that lucky to find a girl who was both beautiful and smart and who wanted to have a relationship with him? Could he really pass that up? "Lonnie, would Chrissy and I be able to make a movie together?" 

"On one condition. The scene we released with you and Carly has been very well received. If you agree to finish that movie, you and Chrissy can make as many movies as you want. And we'll all be happy to be part of them." 

"Good. I've already got some ideas," Louis eagerly reported. "Are you game, Chrissy?" 

"Depends. Can I see some of the script?" She turned her head and puckered her lips. 

Louis got the message and leaned in to kiss her. With lips locked and tongues sparring, their passion was halted before it could even begin by Carly undoing Louis' pants. "What are you doing?" he asked a bit harshly, annoyed at the interruption.  

Carly had a washcloth, some soap and an emesis basin filled with warm water. "I'm cleaning the remnants of that little slut off of you," the older porn star explained. "We take cleanliness and disease very seriously in our business." 

Louis understood and did not try to stop her. She removed his pants, rendering him completely nude since that was all he had put on following his coupling with Angela. She performed her task quickly, and when she finished he had a hard on, so she took him into her mouth and started sucking. "Sorry, I couldn't resist." They all chuckled, but she didn't stop, and so, he and Chrissy went back to kissing. Years of experience were obviously the best teacher because Carly sucked cock like she meant it. 

In fact, she was so good; Lonnie, Gwen and Diane were becoming aroused. The three gathered around and pulled Louis to his feet, dislodging him from Chrissy. He tried to turn to her, but she was grinning. 

"There'll be time for us," Chrissy whispered. 

Carly pushed back to allow Gwen and Diane some dick time. They passed him back and forth, each going down on him a couple of strokes. Lonnie eased into the fray taking her turn. It was quite incredible for Louis having his cock engulfed by four different mouths, each offering a different sensation. He smirked because looking down on them; they looked like calves sucking on a cow's teat. 

Once again, Carly eased back, this time to remove her top. She then reached in to fondle his balls while the others still mouthed his dick. 

Seeing the older woman topless, Diane removed her top also, and when it was her turn again, instead of slipping the cock into her mouth, she wrapped her tits around it. That elicited a nice moan from Louis. Carly reached around to press Diane's breasts against Louis so he could pump away. His rod was so well coated with saliva, it slid easily between her boobs. 

Not to be outdone, Gwen shed her top as well. She still sucked some more, and then let him fuck her tits with Carly again squeezing them together. Gwen turned her head toward the older woman and their lips met. 

Lastly, Lonnie joined the others topless and moved into position. Carly was now the designated tit holder and made certain Lonnie's were firmly pressed against Louis' dick. As an added aid, Diane pushed his cock against her boss' skin. Slide jobs between breasts was definitely something Louis could get used to. 

Lonnie eased back and wrapped her fingers around Louis' rod, slowly jerking him. Carly moved to the sofa to finish undressing while Diane stood and pressed her lips against his. Stretched out on the couch, Carly summoned Louis over. 

"Where do you want it?" she asked him. 

Gwen was behind Carly's head leaning over the arm of the sofa holding one of the older woman's breasts in each of her hands. When she squeezed the larger tits together, Louis decided he wanted more tit-fucking. He straddled her ribs, resting one knee on the inside of the couch and the other leg on the floor. This put him in perfect position to slide his cock right in between. But as he took aim, Gwen reached out, grabbed his penis and sucked on it, lathering it with a heavy coating of saliva. She then positioned it in the valley between Carly's boobs, took hold of them and pressed them against Louis. Effortlessly, he slid back and forth. Occasionally, Gwen would dribble more spit down to keep them both lubricated while her thumb and forefinger pinched Carly's nipples much to the older woman's delight. 

Louis could feel activity going on behind him and quickly glanced to see Lonnie's tongue doing a number on Carly's pussy. Further back, Diane was munching on her boss' snatch. Chrissy finally stood and walked behind the sofa where she kissed her boyfriend passionately before breaking the chain and directing Louis' mouth between Carly's legs. Her pussy was already quite wet from the bath Lonnie had given. Peripherally, he could see the other three women playing with each other. 

It wasn't much longer before Carly commanded, "Give me that hard cock, Louis." And no sooner did he place the tip at the entrance to her pussy did it suck him in. There was just something about her pussy that felt good. He wanted to fuck her slowly, but she urged him to move faster. 

Gwen eased into position to suck Carly's tit, kiss her and finger her clit. But Carly pulled her down so she was squatting over the older woman's head. Carly then tongued the younger woman's pussy. It was an awkward position for the two women, so Carly pushed Louis back and turned over to better attack Gwen's vagina. But before Louis could re-enter, Lonnie stole him away, kneeling on the couch beside Carly and reaching around to grab his cock and guide it into her. 

Now, Louis plowed away at Lonnie, and he suddenly realized that there was something about her pussy as well that felt right. Could it have anything to do with age? Both seasoned vaginas. She also knew how to use her vaginal muscles to massage his cock. She was the consummate pro. Chrissy came over and stood beside him as he pumped her mom. She put one arm around him and the other on her mother's hip. With all of the sexual situations he had been involved in the last few days, this was by far the weirdest. Still, he knew this was the kind of situation he would need to get used to if he decided to return to California. 

While his mind drifted, Lonnie had a pretty big orgasm. Chrissy kissed him at the same time as some sort of peculiar reward. As soon as he pulled out, Diane was there to suck him clean. Without letting him slip from her mouth, she pivoted around and pushed Louis onto the sofa in a slouch. She then quickly sat in his lap facing him as Lonnie assisted by guiding his dick into Diane's pussy. 

As Louis fucked one woman, the others were playing with each other, kissing, licking, fingering and whatever else, so that each was already well aroused by the time he stuck his dick in. Therefore, it didn't take much pumping for Diane to come. And no sooner did she climb off before Gwen impaled herself. To be different, she squatted and bounced rather than sitting in his lap. He could imagine that from another angle, she probably looked like a jockey riding a thoroughbred. And likewise, her orgasm happened quickly. 

Before Louis could even catch his breath, Carly was on hands and knees wiggling her ass at him. Since she was the only one who hadn't come yet, he drove his cock into her. "I want you to come in me," she ordered. 

"No!" Chrissy countermanded. "Please save it for me, Louis." 

"Then, I humbly yield," Carly said. 

Still, Louis thrust away at the older woman until she came in a blistering climax. 

Louis sat back on the sofa, winded. He tried to catch his breath as someone handed him a bottle of water. He drank most of it down. The women were sitting on the floor; the older two with their backs against the sofa and the other two lying on the carpet. He quickly noticed that Chrissy was not among them. "Where's—" 

He didn't need to finish because the women were all pointing toward the bedroom. Not as rested as he would have liked to be, he arose and headed in that direction. He found Chrissy on the bed on her back clad only in bikini panties, arms resting above her head, eyes closed. This caused her breast to form two well-rounded mounds on her chest. He took a moment to gaze upon her beautiful body and felt a sudden tingle at the luck he finally had in finding such an incredible girl. The question was, was she worth moving to Los Angeles for? 

He reached out and gently touched her tits, essentially massaging them. They were soft and billowy. Her nipples stood up straight and pointed, and he took that as a sign of her arousal. He allowed his hands to drift down her abdomen and under the waistband of her panties. But he did not touch her pussy. He returned to her breasts to enjoy just touching them. 

Chrissy's breathing quickened a bit. 

Louis' hands were just the right size to cover her boobs and there was just something erotic about massaging them. It was obvious she enjoyed it also. 

Again, he let his hands migrate down to her panties, this time he tenderly rubbed the length of a finger between her legs. The heavy breathing he thought was hers actually belonged to the other women who had become voyeurs at the door to the bedroom. They thought they were hidden, but he could see parts of them out of the corner of his eye. But he was less concerned about that and more interested in returning to Chrissy. 

She pumped her hips slightly to indicate that that was where she wanted his hands, and he was only too happy to oblige. She spread her legs a bit offering him better access and he teased her by massaging her thighs and bunching the crotch of her panties in her crack. Rubbing her clit through the gathered material was like an electric jolt causing her hips to jerk once. She must have anticipated this moment—or hoped for it—because her vaginal area was shaved smooth and clean. 

Moans were seeping from her lips, prompting him to remove her panties. That done he played with her pussy more now that it was unencumbered. Each flick of her clit had her suddenly sucking in her breath. Those lips were so dainty and inviting, Louis eased into position to use his tongue on her. He began by just licking it as though licking an ice cream, but he made sure the tip of his tongue always hit her clit. 

In response, Chrissy lifted her hips, rocking them back and forth so she could basically rub her pussy against his tongue. Occasionally, he would force it into her vagina. That had her thrusting faster. 

Not wanting her to come just yet, he arose to his knees. She reached out for his cock and he knee-walked up against her legs. She palmed his cock up and down with one hand while kneading his balls with the other. 

This was so much better than the machine sex he's had with the others. 

She could take no more and guided his hard cock into her wet, waiting pussy. Louis fucked her slowly, lovingly, bending over to handle her breasts again. As an added tease, he pulled his cock out and rubbed it up and down her crack a few times before re-inserting it. Still, he kept his pace slow wanting his cock to feel every part of her vaginal walls. It felt incredible, and it occurred to him that he might actually be falling in love with her and that he was really making love to her. 

She'd had her legs splayed pretty wide, so he eased them back, spreading her even more. It made for greater penetration. She had such a lithe body. 

Chrissy gyrated her hips urging him to pump faster. He did for a minute or so, and then returned to his more moderate pace. He then bent down and kissed her as they fucked. That was how to make love to someone. 

When he eased back up, she pushed him back and turned onto her stomach lifting her ass in the air. He took the hint and entered her again. He draped one leg over hers so that one of her legs was between both of his. Her moaning and crying became more intense as he fucked her harder. She met his thrusts to confirm what he was doing was what she wanted. Then she just as quickly slowed back down. 




Star Struck Ch. 04



Louis could feel a slow build of an impending orgasm. This was not how he wanted it, so he turned her back over to their original position. Sensing that, she said, "You saved yourself for me, now come in me." 

"But—" 

"I'm protected." 

And that was really all he needed to hear to explode. He showered the inside of her pussy with the built up cum from fucking five women. The feel of his powerful ejaculation had Chrissy squirming as his climax erupted. Their voices echoed their passion, their perspiration signaled their intensity and the kiss they shared as they finished was their expression of love. 

A moment later, they could hear the muted moaning of the others and they saw the women all furiously rubbing their own clits to bring themselves to their own orgasms from watching the arousing display Louis and Chrissy had provided. 

Afterward, they all stared at each other with embarrassed expressions, but just as quickly, they all burst into laughter. 

When that died down, Chrissy asked, "So, will you come?" 

"I just did," Louis retorted. 

"I mean back to California." 

He glanced at the four other women. All had a hope-filled expression on their faces. He knew what his answer would be. "It seems that's where my new family is. And that's where I should to be." 

The four women pounced on the bed and engaged in a gigantic naked group hug. 

THE END



Star Struck Ch. 04



I watched my mother leave, closing the door behind her. Her departure left the house in complete silence. Chris stood rooted to his spot so I walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. He looked at me and I could see the sadness in his eyes. 

"She's right though." I said.

"I know she is. But I wish she wasn't." 

"Listen, we did say that we would try this out and see what happens. Maybe this is a sign that it isn't meant to be." 

"None of this would even be happening if not for my job. Sometimes I wonder if I chose the right career." He said, walking over to the couch and sitting down. I followed him and sat down next to him, weaving my fingers between his. "This would have all been so easy if was like everybody else."

"We all have difficulties in life and I guess this is one of yours." 

"The thing is, a part of me really doesn't care. I mean there are plenty of gay actors and they all do fine right?" I looked down at our joined hands and ran my thumb against the back oh his hand. 

"I think so but...Chris, you don't have to do this for me. You know that right? If you think that it's better that we break things off, I will be okay, just promise me that we'll keep in touch. If anything I would like to have you as a friend." I said.

"I don't want us to be just friends." He said. "What about you? Are you willing to go through with this relationship even with all the baggage it comes with?"

"I really do want to try but...I don't know." I said. "Listen, we don't have to decide now okay. We still have a few days. Stop beating yourself up over this, I hate to see you so sad." He gave a half-hearted smile and let go of my hand.

"I'm going to my room." He walked towards the stairs.

"What do you want for dinner, I can whip something up." I said, trying to change the conversation.

"Thanks but I'm not really hungry." He deadpanned, climbing the stairs. I sighed. I was feeling horrible too, but maybe my skepticism of the whole relationship was probably why I was able to keep my feelings at bay. I headed for my room, in no mood to have dinner either. I stood outside my door, taking a look at the guest bedroom down the hall. I sighed, turning the doorknob.

Closing the door behind me, I leaned against the wooden panel, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. I know I kept saying it but I really didn't know what to do. Either way, we lose somehow. Stay together and his career and my privacy take a blow. Break up and we both become miserable. 

I opened my eyes, seeing the unmade bed in front of me. It was less than twenty-four hours ago that Chris and I were lying together on it. I crossed over to my window, looking out to by backyard. The moon was shining brightly in the night sky, casting it's light onto the pool. I opened my window and climbed out onto the porch overhang. I hadn't done that since my teenage years and I was cautious, unsure if the overhang would give way under my weight. 

It seemed stable enough so I sat down, pulling my knees up to my body and wrapping my arms around them. I looked up at the bright moon, the silence helping me clear my mind. Memories of me sitting out there flooded me. I had done this a lot when my dad died so many years ago. So many nights I had sat out there alone, just trying to get over my loss. So many nights I cried till I got tired and went to bed. 

Sitting on that overhang, I realized that instead of my father, my sadness was now directed to Chris. I don't know how long I sat there, losing all sense of time, but it had to be a couple of hours. I heard a knock on my door. I turned around looking into my room, seeing Chris's head pop in, searching for me. He saw me sitting outside the window and walked over to the windowsill.

"Hey." He said climbing out and sitting next to me. I immediately lay my head on his shoulder. "What are you doing out here?"

"Just trying to get away from it all." I said. "Let's not talk about it. I just want to enjoy your company." Chris didn't say anything, leaning his head against mine. I savoured his smell, imprinting it into my memory, not wanting to forget it. 

"Sometimes, I forget how much I love doing this sort of stuff. Just spending time with someone you care about and doing absolutely nothing." He said, staring up at the moon. 

"Somehow put's you at peace doesn't it?" 

"Yeah." He said, leaning down and kissing me on the lips. I sighed, knowing that in a few days, I may not be able to feel his lips on mine anymore. Chris yawned, breaking me from my thoughts. He must have been tired after the long day of filming. I got up and went back inside, pulling him into my room as well. I closed the window, stripping to my boxers. 

I pulled the duvet up to my shoulders as I climbed into bed. Without needing to ask him to, Chris removed his clothes and climbed in next to me. We both faced each other and I placed a hand on his cheek. "Whatever happens, I want you to know that you've made me the happiest I've ever been." I said.

"Me too." He said, placing a kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes as I felt them start to water, threatening to spill. He pulled me closed and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, keeping the tears at bay. We held each other as we fell asleep that night, hoping we could stay like that forever.



Star Struck Ch. 05



A movement beside me woke me up. I cracked open my eyes, seeing Chris sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up." He apologized. I yawned, shaking my head at the same time.

"It's no big deal." I said, sitting up.

"Are you following me to set today?" I wanted to say yes so badly, knowing that it could have been my last few days to spend with him. On the other hand, I figured that I should start distancing myself from Chris, in an attempt to dampen the blow when he left. I decided and shook my head. The look of disappointment on his face made me wish I hadn't declined but I stood by my decision. 

"Okay. I should go get ready then." He said, getting up and grabbing his clothes on the floor, before leaving my room. I lay back down on the bed. It was torture, knowing that I only had a few days left with him. We hadn't decided on where we were going to go with our relationship but I had a strong feeling that, come the next day, Chris was going to be leaving and we would be nothing more than friends. There was nothing more I wished than to be able to freeze time at that moment, prolonging the time we could have together. I put a pillow over my face, screaming into it. I didn't want to deal with this.

I pulled myself out of bed, knowing that moping around wasn't going to make me feel any better. I brushed my teeth and pulled on a pairs of sweat pants and a t-shirt. I made my way down to the kitchen, brewing a new pot of coffee. As I waited for the coffee to be ready, I walked out the back door, sitting on the back porch and staring out to the pool.

I looked across the pool to the lounge chair that I was in just a few days back. It seemed so long ago, before all this. Before I knew that Chris was gay. Before I knew that he returned the feelings I had for him. I heard footsteps behind me and I didn't need to turn to know who it was. Chris sat down beside me, holding out a cup of coffee in front of my face. I took it, sipping the hot beverage.

"I'm leaving tomorrow Justin." Chris said. 

"Yeah I know." I said, turning the mug in my hands.

"I wished I could stay here."

"I do too but life has to go on I guess, no matter how much we don't want it to." He lay his head on my shoulder, sighing. 

"I can't help but feel like we've already given up, resigning to the fact that we could never be." 

"Maybe we know that prolonging it would only make it harder in the end." 

"Maybe." The tone of his voice broke my heart.

"How are you getting to the set?" I asked, remembering that he didn't have a car here.

"Jo's coming over to get me." He said and I nodded. I tried to be bright, I really did, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find it in me to smile, let alone be happy. I heard the rumble of the engine a few minutes later, knowing that my mom was here. I heard the front door open.

"Chris?" She shouted.

"Back here." He replied, before looking to me. "See you tonight. Bye." He said, kissing me on the cheek and getting to his feet. I turned and watched as he retreated into the house. My mom stood by the glass sliding door, a sad look on her face as she looked at me. I broke eye contact with her, not wanting any sympathy. No more words were exchange as I heard their footsteps fade till the front door closed. The hum of the engine slowly drifted away until it disappeared. 

I don't know when I decided to head down to work but I got ready nonetheless, hoping a day in the kitchen would keep my mind off things. After washing up, I left home, driving down the familiar road to my restaurant. As I walked into the restaurant, I noticed it was empty, not surprising seeing that it was still pretty early. The waiter saw me and smiled, welcoming me, to which I returned a half-hearted wave.

I proceeded to the kitchen where the chefs were all prepping for lunch. Sam looked up and saw me. Not feeling like chatting much, I walked past her and headed straight for me office. As I entered, I noticed that Ryan was at his desk. 

"Hey man, so how did things go with Chris?" He asked.

"I don't really want to talk about it." I said, throwing my keys onto the table, putting my face in my hands.

"Didn't go so well?" He asked, walking over and sitting on the edge of my desk.

"Didn't I say I didn't want to talk about it?" I quipped, getting a little irritated. I was really in no mood to talk about Chris.

"C'mon man. Tell me what happened. He turned you down in the end?" he asked.

I sighed, knowing that Ryan wasn't going to stop his questions until I answered them. "No. We talked and stuff happened." I said, sparing Ryan the details of what we did. "Goddamn it I shouldn't have gotten involved. Now I am just digging a hole for myself."

"What happened? I thought you said he was looking for a relationship too."

"He was. The thing is, my mother has other thoughts about our relationship. She is right of course. I knew what I was getting myself into if I got involved with him, and yet I still went through with it. How stupid can I be?"

"Hey dude, relax. It's not the end of the world." He said. When I didn't reply, he sighed and walked back to his desk. But that was the thing; it was the end of the world, my world. In just two short days Chris had become everything to me, and I was going to lose it all. 

I managed to pull myself together enough to start working in the kitchen. Everyone could probably tell I wasn't in the mood for talking, all staying clear of me. Sam shot me occasional concerned looks but I ignored them. Lunchtime came and the rush of customers helped occupy my mind enough to take it off of Chris. Because of my silent bout, I worked a lot faster than usual, not spending any time talking to others and focussing on what I had to do. 

In the end the lunch crowd dissipated, meaning there was less work to do, which also meant that my mind could wander again. I sighed and walked back into my office, taking off my apron and jacket. Ryan looked up when he heard me. "I'm heading off." I said, grabbing my stuff and leaving without another word. I walked to my car, stopping just outside of my door. I didn't want to go home. I knew the silence of it all would make me go crazy. Ryan was still working so his place was out of the question. I sure as hell wasn't heading to the set, just a few blocks down from where I was. I thought of the only other place I could think of.

I got into my car and drove off. It was fifteen minutes before I stopped outside the suburban home. I shut off the engine and walked up the front lawn toward the door. I rang the doorbell, hoping that he was home. The door opened and a tall man stood at the doorway. His brown hair was short and combed back in a very neat hairstyle. His skinny frame towered over me. At 6'3", Ben was a lot taller than me and even taller next to my mom. 

"Justin? Um your mom isn't here. She's on set." He said.

"I know. Can I come in anyway?" I asked. He nodded, moving aside for me to enter. I walked in and went straight for the couch, dropping myself onto it, lying on my back. 

"Is something bothering you?" Ben asked, taking a seat in the armchair next to me. After my dad died, Ben became kind of a father figure for me. He was kind, nice and a strong pillar for my mom and I. I always said that Ben was the one who managed to pull my mom back on her feet after my dad died, but in a way, he helped me too, just by being there, and right then, I needed him more than ever.

"Ben I am so lost. I don't know what to do." I said.

"Talk to me. What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's Chris." I said.

"McCray?" He asked, confirming if I was talking about whom he was thinking of. I nodded my response. "What about him?" 

"What do you do when you like someone, but you know you can never be with that person?" 

"I'm guessing that you like Chris?" he said.

"Yeah, and he likes me too, but mom was talking about how our dating is going to complicate things and all that and I just don't know what to do." He paused for a while, thinking about what to say. I just waited for his reply.

"I guess you need to know what is Chris to you? A boyfriend? Just another casual relationship?" I cringed at those words. This wasn't some casual thing. I had never felt a connection to anyone as I did with Chris.

"No. Boyfriend I guess...I don't know." I didn't like that word either. It sounded so temporary to me, which wasn't what I wanted with Chris. I wanted to spend my life with him. "I think...I think I love him." 

"Have you told him that?" Ben asked, not even batting an eyelid.

"What's the point? He's leaving tomorrow. Even if I tell him, it's not going to change the fact that our relationship is going to affect us in ways that we don't want."

"But that's love Justin. It's about compromise. It's about giving up something, for another thing more important. You know I was your mom's best friend growing up. I had liked her for a very long time, but I had always thought about what would happen if we dated or if it didn't work out. I hesitated and your mom met your father and things went from there. Sure I wished I could have dated your mom, but she was happy, which made me happy. I loved your mom and knowing that she had found someone she loved was not something I could be jealous of. 

"When your father died, I saw how sad your mom became, you too. It broke my heart to see you both so broken. I still loved your mom, but I put my feelings aside because I knew that you guys needed me more than I needed you at the time." I admired Ben for so many reason but learning this just made me respect him more. It can't be easy watching someone you love broken up over someone else, but he not only watched on the sidelines but helped her through it too. He did it for my mom's good. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that, if you love someone, you have to think of not only yourself but the other person as well."

I lay there, staring at the ceiling. I wanted to be with Chris a lot, but what Ben said made a lot of sense. Dating him would put his career at risk, something I did not want to do. Seeing him on set the previous day, I could tell how much he loved his job, and I couldn't let him mar that just because of me. "Thanks Ben. I think I know what I need to do." I said, getting up.

"Just remember, if things were really meant to be, it would always work out in the end." He said. I nodded and proceeded to the door. I got in my car, and put my hands put my hands onto the steering wheel. I didn't want to do it, but I knew that it was for the best. I sighed and drove home. 

Later that evening Chris came back, my mom dropping him off. Chris found me sitting out by the pool, lying in the same lounge chair I sat in a few days ago.

"Hey what are you doing?" He asked, pushing the other lounge chair next to mine, sitting in it. I sighed, taking his hand in mine.

"We need to talk about this." I said.

"I know and I think I've come to a decision."

"So have I." I said, rubbing my thumb on his hand.

"By the way you sound I'm guessing that we won't be dating after tomorrow." I nodded at his statement. Admitting that to him was really painful, like I was being torn apart from the inside. "I guess it's for the best. You deserve better than what I can offer." I brought his hand up to my face and kissed it.

"Don't say that. I don't deserve anything more than what you can give and vice versa. I will miss you though." I said.

"I'll miss you too. But can we just spend this night together, for me to remember you by." He said. I knew he didn't mean sex. He meant just savouring the last few hours of us having a relationship. "I don't want to think about me leaving, and I just want to feel happy with you." I cracked a bittersweet smile.

"Are you saying that you don't feel happy now with me here?" I lightly joked, although I actually felt like throwing up. He half smiled.

"As happy as I can be." He said, resting his head on mine. We spent that evening looking up at sky. It was a cloudy night, the moon partially blocked by the thick clouds. I felt like it was a representation of us in a way. The moon represented our happiness with each other, and now, knowing that we would be parting ways, that happiness was disappearing. 

A tear finally escaped my eye that night, flowing down my cheek and dripping onto the tiled floor of the poolside. Chris saw this, bringing his hand up to my face and cradling it in his palm. He kissed my forehead and held me to his chest, which opened the floodgates. I had tried to stay strong, but I loved him and knowing that he was leaving totally unhinged me. I cried into his shirt, leaving wet marks on the cotton fabric. He held me tight, not patronizing me by asking me not to cry.

I finally managed to control myself, willing myself to stop crying. This wasn't helping anything. I pulled my face out of his shirt and wiped any residual tears from my face. "Sorry about that. I'm not usually this emotional." I said, chuckling a little.

"Thank you." He said.

"For what?"

"For letting me be a part of your life, even if it was only for a few days." He said. 

"You really are something Chris McCray." I said, using the same line that he used on me a few days ago. 

We left our spot by the pool, heading back into the house. I made us some hot cocoa, before we sat on the floor in the living room, leaning against the couch. We hardly talked during that time, knowing that saying anything would have just made the approaching separation all the more harder. It was almost 11 when we went up to bed and fell asleep in each other's arms, for what seemed like the last time.

When I woke up the next morning, Chris was already awake lying next to me. "Morning." I said.

"Morning. Do you know you snore in your sleep?" He asked me. I looked at him and cocked an eyebrow.

"You're one to talk. You do too okay." I said.

"I do not." He rebutted.

"Oh yes you do." I smiled, kissing him on the lips. "But I like it. Makes me feel you're human, because quite frankly, you seem so perfect sometimes I wonder if you were made in a lab." I said. It was nice that we could talk like we were both okay. It made me feel like I could live through this whole ordeal.

"Oh shut up, you know you like it." He said, a cheeky smile on his face. He climbed on top on me and began tickling my mid section without warning. I wriggled under him, trying to get away from his onslaught. I laughed so hard as I tried pushing his hands away, but his weight on me prevented me from moving anywhere. My stomach was hurting by the time he stopped, leaning down and placing his ear against my chest. I could still feel my heart beating hard from his attack on me. "Seems like you're human too."

"Well of course I am." I said, still smiling from the tussle we just had together. "Why would you think otherwise?" He looked up at my face, resting his chin against on sternum. 

"Because you seem perfect too. You're perfect to me." He said. The smile on my face dropped almost immediately. It wasn't that I didn't like what he said, I did. It made me fuzzy just hearing it. But it was that he was leaving that day and I had thought that our light-hearted banter earlier meant that we would make his departure as least painful as possible. That couldn't happen if he said things like that. 

"Chris." I said, pushing him off of me. "Don't do that. I'm sad enough as it is. Don't make me regret what we're going to do before we even do it." 

"What? I'm just saying what's on my mind." He defended himself.

"And what you say is making this harder for me to cope." I said, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Please, I'm barely holding on as it is."

He moved over and hugged me from the back, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I'm sorry. I thought that it would make you feel better." He said. I placed a hand on his cheek.

"Let's go shower." I said, getting up off the bed. Chris followed me into my bathroom. We both got into the shower as the hot water pour over our bodies. We were both silent, unsure of what to say. I wished that we could go back to the playful banter from earlier but I had no idea how to do it. I asked the only question on my mind, as I rubbed soap into his back. "What's the time of your flight?" 

"3.30pm." He replied.

"Is my mom going back with you?"

"I think so." I thought about it and I realized that everyone was going. The only other person I had for support once Chris left was Ryan, maybe Sam.

"So what are you going to do when you get back to L.A.?" I asked, edging him into the path of the water to wash the soap away. 

"I don't know. Relax a little?" He said.

"Pig. Didn't you relax enough here?" I joked.

"You gotta be kidding right? Work is never relaxing. But I would say that the food I had here was world class." He said, shooting me a smirk.

"Oh why thank you. I'm so honoured." I said, jokingly bowing to him. 

"Yes you should be."

"Oh shut up." I said, chuckling a little. 

We finally got out of the shower and got dressed before heading down to the kitchen. As I made us breakfast, he told me about a funny moment that happened on set the previous day. I was glad that I managed to steer the conversation back to this. We were just talking like two good friends.

We spent most part of the morning talking. Nearing noon, we both went up to his room for him to finish packing up. I helped him the best I could, although I didn't really do much besides comment on how horrible his packing was. He would simply glare at me in reply.

Finally the doorbell rang, signalling my mom's arrival. I went downstairs to open the door for her, while Chris finished up his packing.

"Hey hun." She said as she walked in.

"Hi mom." I looked out the door and saw Ben leaning against the side of the their car. I waved at him and he returned one.

"So is Chris ready?" My mom asked.

"I think so. He should be down any moment." I said, and at just that moment, Chris came walking down the stairs, carrying his luggage in his hand. "See?"

"Okay then, I'll go wait by the car then." She said. The look she gave me told me she was giving us some privacy to say our goodbyes. I was going with them to the airport, but there was only so much we could do there, under the eyes of the pubic. She left the house, closing the door just enough so to give us privacy.

"I guess this is it then." I said, looking into Chris's eyes.

"I guess so." He said, putting his suitcase down onto the floor. I walked over and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. "I'll miss you."

"Me too." I looked up. His eyes locked with mine as he lowered his head to mine, locking our lips. Sparks shot through my skin, as it always did when he kissed me, only this time, there were hints of sadness surrounding it. We broke apart and I sigh, leaning my forehead against him. "Yeah I will definitely miss you." 

"C'mon let's go. Wouldn't want Jo to wonder what we were doing." He said, shooting me a smile before I followed him out the door. I drove to the airport in my mom's prius, Chris riding shotgun while mom and Ben were seated in the back. The ride to the airport was a quiet one, everyone simply keeping quiet. 

By the time we arrived at the airport, it was 1.30pm. They hurriedly checked in their luggage as I waited behind. After everything was done they came up to me. 

"Okay hun. We'll see you soon okay? I promise I won't wait 8 months before visiting again." My mom said.

"Sure mom." I said and hugged her. We broke apart and she turned to Chris.

"Bye Justin. I hope you're okay." Ben said to me. I nodded. I would survive, if not anything.

"Thanks again Ben, for everything yesterday." He nodded and walked over to my mom who was rummaging through her purse. 

"Well then I guess this is goodbye for real now." Chris said, holding out his hand for a handshake.




Star Struck Ch. 05



"Oh come on, don't you think I deserve a hug?" I said, opening my arms. He didn't hesitate to return it, wrapping his arms around me shoulders in an innocent hug. We broke apart and I felt the warmth of his body leave my skin. "It better not be complete goodbye though. You promised to keep in touch." I said, cracking a half smile.

"One that I intend to keep." He said. 



Star Struck Ch. 06



Okay guys this is the last chap of this series. Hope you enjoyed the story. 

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It had been over 2 months since Chris's departure. I managed to go on with life, not letting it affect me as much as it could have. I still loved Chris, and I spent many nights wishing he were there with me in my bed. He did stay true to his word and kept in touch. He made it a point to call me at least once a week, times that I treasured dearly. 

Hearing his voice was what helped me through it all I guess. Even though we weren't together, we still care about each other and somehow that made it all okay.

"Dude you're never going to believe this." Ryan said, walking through my front door without so much as a knock.

"Once again, just waltz right in." I said, turning my head to look at him from the couch. He walked over and sat down next to me.

"Dude you're not going to believe who I just asked out?"

"Sam." I deadpanned. The excitement on his face disappeared.

"How did you know?"

"Dude I was the one who told you she likes you." I said. I know I said I wasn't going to meddle in Sam's affairs but she didn't hear what Ryan said. He had actually told me that he likes her so I couldn't help it and spilt the news. I didn't really think Sam would mind.

"Oh right." He replied. I shook my head. Ryan could be a little dense at times.

"You seem really happy about it? I guess you're over Amy Reaver?" I asked.

"No I'm not over her. She has a special place in my heart. It's just that I found another place for Sam too. Anyway you yourself said that Amy was no man's land. It's not like I'm actually going to meet her, let alone go on a date."

"Aw that's too bad, because I convinced Chris to let you meet her." 

"What!!! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He said, jumping off the couch.

"Dude I'm just messin' with you."

"Not cool man. Not cool at all." He sat back down on the couch. I was about to say something when my phone started to ring. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID. It was Chris and I answered it.

"Hey man, how's it going?" I said.

"Good. You'll never guess where I am right now."

"Somewhere in L.A." I said, not really wanting to guess.

"Well yeah but...you are such a killjoy." He said.

"Okay sorry. Where are you?" 

"I'm backstage at 'Tony Live'." He said. I could hear the excitement in his voice. 'Tony live' was the highest rated talk show in the country and he had mentioned once or twice that he wanted to appear on it.

"No way. What are you doing there?" I asked.

"What do you think I'm doing here? I'm going to be on the show." 

"That's great." I said.

"Will you tune in to watch?" He asked. The show was a live one, hence the word live in the title.

"You really need to ask?" I asked. He laughed over the phone and I could have melted at his laugh right there. 

"Oh hey I need to go. I just wanted to tell you the good news." He said. 

"Sure thing. Bye, I love you." I said. As those words slipped past my tongue, I wanted to pull them back. I was horrified that I uttered that last part. I hadn't told Chris that I loved him and I wasn't going to anytime soon. I waited for him reply, hoping that he didn't hear that.

"Bye. Talk to you soon." He said and I hung up. It seemed like he either didn't hear it, or thought it was some casual remark. Either way I was glad and relieved at the same time. 

"That was close." I said, dropping the phone onto the couch. I turned to look at Ryan and he was staring at me. "What?"

"I thought you said you weren't going to tell Chris." He said. Of course I told Ryan about my feelings for Chris. He was my best friend after all. 

"I hadn't meant to. It slipped out. Besides it seems he didn't realize it."

"I don't know if that is lucky or unlucky." He said. Ryan had made no effort to hide his disdain for my lack of action since finding out that I loved Chris. He felt that if I loved him, I should have been with him, whatever difficulties that came with it. I didn't reply to his comment.

Later in the day, I sat in front of the T.V. watching 'Tony Live'. Ryan had left a some time back, receiving a call from Sam. He took off in a flash, leaving me sitting in my living room alone. Probably fifteen minutes into the show, Chris came on. Seeing him, even on the T.V. made me smile. Of course he looked amazing as usual. 

I watched at Chris sat down in the chair opposite Tony Brall. "Well hello Chris, it's good to finally be able to have you on the show." He said.

"Thanks Tony, I seriously can't believe I'm sitting here right now next to you. I may not look it but I'm freaking out on the inside right now." Chris said, rubbing his hands on his thighs. I smiled at his enthusiasm. He reminded me of an excited little kid on Christmas morning.

"Great but just don't pee in your pants from the excitement." Tony said, making the audience laugh. "You guys laugh but it's happened before." He said to the audience. 

"I'll try to maintain my bladder control." Chris replied. I watched at Tony asked Chris a series of question, each one being answered by Chris. In between question, a joke or two would be thrown in, making the audience laugh in response. It was obvious Chris was comfortable doing interviews; probably from the number of them he has done in the past. You could really tell Tony and him were feeding off each other's responses, making sure it was entertaining at least.

"So Chris, everyone has been anxiously waiting for your upcoming movie. Care to tell everyone what it's about?" Tony asked. 

"Okay well the movie is called 'Broken'. Basically it's a love story revolving around a girl called Anne, who had felt a lot of loss in her life. She was orphaned at a very young age and grew up in a foster family that wasn't very caring. The only person she could confide in was her best friend Harvey, who is the character I play. I don't want to give too much away but I guess things don't really go very smoothly for Anne." Chris finished.

"And you shot this in Miami right? It's my hometown you know" Tony asked.

"Really? I didn't know that. But yeah we shot in Miami. The filming was actually done around eight months ago, but we went back a couple of months back to film some changes." Chris said.

"I see. So you like Miami?"

"Yeah definitely. Met some really nice people there." He said. I smiled, having a strong feeling he was referring to me.

"You brought a clip didn't you. Let's play it shall we?" Tony asked. Chris nodded before the screen cut away, changing to a scene from the movie. 

I saw Victoria Oakley on screen, sitting in the couch from the set apartment. My memory of the day I was there flooded my mind. I noticed the outfit she was wearing wasn't the same as the one the day I was there. I knew then that the scene was shot on the second day. I watched as the camera shot over to Chris, sitting down next to Victoria. 

"Hey, is everything okay?" He asked. Victoria's expression was downcast, looking solemnly at her hands.

"It's nothing." She replied. My eyes widened when I finally realized what this scene was. It was the same scene that I practiced with Chris, the one where he kissed me.

"C'mon Anne. You know I can read you like a book." Victoria's expression changed, her face now showing frustration and anger. I remembered my sad attempt at trying to look angry and I would have chuckled to myself if not for the memory now running through my brain. 

"Oh really. You must be illiterate then because you obviously aren't reading correct." Victoria shouted.

"I think I do know though. But Anne, you and I. You know we can never be. I just don't see you that way." The way he said it differed from the Chris in my memory. He seemed genuinely sad in the video, something that he didn't portray during the practice at my house.

"You think I don't know that? I know you won't ever like me like that but hell I didn't ask for this Harvey. You think I want to be miserable?" Victoria sounded like she was on the verge of tears, credited to her great acting skills.

"I'm sorry Anne." He said. There was an aura of distress surrounding him.

"I'm sorry too Harvey. I know a lost cause when I see one." Victoria said, getting up off the couch. The shot changed to show Chris reaching out and grabbing Victoria's wrist, stopping her in her tracks. 

"Look I can try. For our friendship, I can try." 

"You can't try to love me Harvey. It just won't work like that. I can't have you force yourself to love me just because of our friendship. I'm going to be fine." Victoria said, tugging her wrist out of his grasp. This was it; the next part was the kiss. Chris got off the couch too, grabbing Victoria and spinning her around, pulling her to him. The video ended, just before their lips touched. In my mind, I remembered the kissed we shared; I remembered how electrifying his touch was. How my lips were still tingling even after we broke the kiss. 

"Wow." Tony exclaimed, the camera now cutting back to their interview. "So the girl that play Anne, her name is Victoria?" He asked.

"Yeah Victoria Oakley." Chris confirmed.

"Great actress yes? How was it like working with her?" 

"It was awesome. She's an amazingly talented actress and to be able to deliver like that for a debut film is just phenomenal to me." Chris said.

"Now she was amazing but we can't give her all the credit. You were really good too. I could totally feel your despair." Tony said, something that I agreed with. 

"Thanks. It was a scene that I really connected with and it all just came out. John Driver, who is the director really liked it too." 

"Now emotions like that must have come from somewhere? Someone important maybe?" Tony prodded.

"Yeah, someone really important." 

"Might I be able to get the name of the lucky girl in question?" Tony asked. It was his job to get as much information as possible, and he was surely going to try to learn the name of the person in question. But the thing was, I had a feeling it was me. Chris shook his head.

"I can't tell you that because he isn't a girl." Chris said. My mouth dropped. Had he just come out on television?

"So you mean a best friend?" Tony tried to clarify.

"No. I'm talking about the man who loves me, and I can definitely say that I love him too." Chris looked into the camera and I felt like he was looking right at me. I was completely stunned. He had heard me say I loved him, and I now knew that he loves me too. 

"Chris I'm really trying to pieces this together. Are you talking about your father or some male role model or something?" Tony asked. I understood the plight Tony was in. With news this big, he needed to make sure that there were no misunderstandings. It was part of his job to make sure that the audience understood what the interviewee was saying, analysing it from any possible way.

"No. I'm talking about my boyfriend." Chris said. That was it. He had confessed. He had come out to the world on live television. There was murmuring in the crowd. 

"Wow okay, this is some big news. C'mon people let's give it up for Chris McCray." Tony said, turning to the audience. The audience started applauding but Chris stayed in his seat, unmoving. "Congratulations Chris. And it looks like that's all the time we have for you tonight. What a show this has been. Goodnight everyone and don't forget to tune in tomorrow." Tony said as the credits started rolling. 

I didn't know what to do. Chris just came out on T.V. and said he loved me. I didn't know if I should have been happy or that I should call Chris and ask him what he was thinking. My phone ringing knocked me out of my stupor. I answered, too stunned to take note of who it was. "Hello." I muttered.

"Did I just watch what I thought I watched?" Ryan asked. 

"I need someone to pinch me right now. I think I'm dreaming." I said.

"This is no dream man. Chris just came out of the closet. You know what that means don't you?" 

"No."

"Dude, it means he wants you back. He called you his freaking boyfriend. If that isn't asking you to take him back, I don't know what is." Ryan said. 

"I think I need to lay down or something. All this is happening too fast." I said, dropping down onto my couch, leaning my head in the cushion.

"I'll let you think." Ryan said, hanging up without another word. I put down my phone, resting my arm over my eyes. I looked at my phone, wondering if I should call Chris. I thought about it for five minutes, unsure if I wanted to call him or not. Eventually I dialled his number, waiting for an answer but it went to voicemail. I tried again with no change. 

I was confused. Why would he turn his phone off? Was he scared of my reaction to it? I decided to call my mom. The phone rang which was a good sign in itself. Finally she answered. "Hello."

"Mom! What just happened on 'Tony Live'?" I asked.

"Don't look at me. I'm as shocked as you are. Chris took off on his own after the show and I can't even contact him now."

"Yeah I tried too. His turned his phone off."

"I don't know what that boy is up to. What did me mean when he said 'the man who loves me' anyway?" She asked.

"Well I may have accidentally let that one slip while I was on the phone with him earlier on." 

"And why didn't you tell me you were in love with my client?" She asked, going all motherly on me.

"Didn't think it mattered." 

"Of course it matters Justin. But I guess with everything that has happened, you two are going to get back together?" She asked.

"I don't know. That's why I wanted to call him." 

"Well regardless, I would like to formally congratulate you. I did say I would be happy for you two if you decided to stay together didn't I." She said.

"Thanks mom but we're not officially back together yet." 

"Keyword 'yet' Justin. Bye. Call me if you hear anything from Chris." She said.

"Sure thing. Bye mom." I hung up. So Chris had gone AWOL, after pulling a stunt like that. If I could I would have slapped some sense into him. I tried not to think about it much, failing miserably. It was the only thing I could think about for the next two hours. I eventually decided that sleeping was the only thing I could do to take my mind off everything. I was extremely tired and I was out like a light upon hitting the bed. 

I slept in the next morning, waking up close to noon. I briefly wondered if the previous day had been a dream; a horribly happy but confusing dream. It wasn't. What's worse was that I had woken up with a horrible headache. I got up and took a quick shower, hoping the cool water would ease my throbbing head. I worked a little, my head no longer throbbing but still painful. I changed before heading down to the kitchen to whip something up for lunch. I was really hungry, having gone to bed without dinner the previous night. A simple pasta dish was what I settled on. 

I sat at the kitchen island while I ate the food on the plate in front on me. While eating, I tried calling Chris again but his phone was still turned off. Sighing, I put my phone down onto the counter, continuing with my food. I stared into space, wanting so badly to talk to Chris, to find out what was going through his mind. It took me thirty minutes to completely finish my small plate of pasta, my continuous thoughts making eating really slow

I placed my empty plate in the sink, grabbing myself a soda from the fridge. The cold carbonated beverage running down my throat was refreshing, making me down the entire can at one go. I crushed the can and tossed it into the trash before I heard the doorbell. I walked over to the door, expecting that it was Ryan at the door. To my surprise, the person standing on my porch wasn't Ryan, but Chris.

I had barely gotten over the shock of it before Chris ran up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, hoisting me up and spinning me around. After spinning me a few times, I got slightly dizzy. That coupled with the headache I was sporting, made me feel like throwing up my lunch.

"Chris stop." I begged, to which he put me down and smiled at me. I tried to control myself from puking, holding back the urge. Unfortunately, it was futile, the urge to throw up overcoming me. I ran up the stairs to my connected bathroom, emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I heard Chris's footsteps follow me up the stairs, standing at the entrance to the bathroom.

I finally stopped hurling when there was nothing left in my stomach. "I didn't realize I had become so repulsive." Chris said. I cocked my head in his direction and rolled my eyes.

"Just help me up." I croaked. He walked over to me and lifted me to my feet. I walked to the sink, taking my toothbrush and applying a generous amount of toothpaste on it before sticking it in my mouth. Chris wrapped his arms around my torso as I brushed my teeth, removing the taste of vomit from my mouth. The situation finally set in and it dawned on me that Chris was back in Miami. I spit out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth. "What are you doing here? Why did you turn off you phone? I tried calling you so many times." I said.

"I wanted to surprise you." He said, kissing me on the lips. I melted. It had been over two months since I'd felt his lips on mine and it was heavenly, never failing to make my hairs stand on end. We broke the kiss.

"Very surprised, but not more surprised than what you did on 'Tony'." 

"What about you telling me you loved me? That totally caught me off guard. Why didn't you tell me before?" He asked.

"I figured it didn't matter." I said. He placed his forehead on mine. 

"It makes all the difference babe." I smiled at the use of the term of endearment. "I love you too."

"You already said that on live T.V."

"I'll be saying it a lot from now on, because I love saying it." I blushed.

"I love you too you big lug." He smiled, carrying me out of the bathroom and throwing me onto the bed. He lay on top of me, kissing me again. "So what does this mean?" I asked.

"It's up to you. Are you willing to put up with the reduced privacy to be with me?" 

"I was willing to do that the day you left." I said.

"Wait, so why did we...you know."

"I was thinking about you. I didn't want to jeopardize your career. Not that you've taken care of that by yourself. I'm all yours babe." He smiled and kissed me again, this time more passionately than before.

"I've missed you so much." He muttered between kisses. 

"I've missed you too." I said before going in for another kiss. He sucked on my bottom lip, making me moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him further down onto me. I had missed everything about him, his smile, his touch and his smell. His tongue pushed at my lips and I parted them without hesitation. Our tongues battled for domination, each wanting to take control, our hunger for each other fuelling our efforts.

Warmth spread across my naval area as his hand found his way underneath my shirt. His fingertips sent tiny sparks through my skin as he ran them up my abs. The contact made me grow hard in an instant, my hard on straining against my jeans. Travelling up, his hands found my nipple, which he pinched, making me hiss in response. His kisses trailed down my neck and to the spot that he had memorized.

"I love it when you squirm every time I kiss you here." He said, biting the skin lightly, making me buck my hips in response. I could feel his smile against my skin. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of keeping control, flipping him onto his back. My hands pulled at the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up, revealing the tan skin on his torso. He put his hand up, allowing me to completely remove the piece of clothing before I tossed it onto the floor.

I licked up his abs to his chest, making him writhe under me. I captured one of his nipples with my mouth, lightly flicking with my tongue. His intake of breath told me that he enjoyed it. I lightly bit on the nub, eliciting a moan from Chris. While my mouth worked on his chest, my hands were roaming his body. Chris pulled at my shirt, trying to take it off. I obliged, raising my arms and allowing the fabric to slip off before returning to his chest.




Star Struck Ch. 06



My fingers found their way to the top of his jean, unbuckling his belt. I slid my hand into his pants, grasping his dick through his underwear. I could feel the wet spot on the cotton from his precum. Finally I abandoned his nipple, kissing my way down his abs, stopping at his naval. I dipped my tongue in, hearing Chris's breathing increase. I pulled off his pants, sliding them down his thighs. He kicked them off, adding another piece of clothing to the clothes rack that was known as my floor.

I placed my lips inches from his cock, breathing onto it through the black boxers. "Justin, you fucking tease." Chris cried out, making me smirk evilly. I continued what I was doing, not touching his dick but torturing him with my breath. He pushed his hips up, trying to find any contact but I forced his hips to the bed. His cock bobbed in his underwear, restrained by the thin layer of fabric. Slowly, I peeled away the material, letting his cock bounce free.

I touched the tip of his penis with my tongue, just barely. Chris's breathing was erratic now. Deciding that I had put him through enough torture, I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the engorged head. "Oh god." Chris cried out. I took him further into my mouth, applying a gentle sucking action. My tongue flicked at his slit, tasting his sweet precum. I slowly took him to the hilt, burying my nose in his pubes. 

I felt his dick in my throat, resisting the urge to gag. I saw Chris's hands grip the bed sheets, his knuckles turning white. I moaned with him in my throat, the vibrations making Chris swear. I could feel him tensing, holding back his orgasm. I continued what I was doing, determined to have him cum in my mouth. I was surprised when his hands pulled me off of him and up to his face. "Oh no you don't" Chris said, flipping me onto my back.

He descended down my body, licking every inch of skin he could along the way. He managed to pull my pants and underwear down in one swift motion, leaving me lying naked in front of him. He nuzzled my dick, breathing heavily onto it. His other hand travelled to my balls, massaging them between his fingers. He kept that up for sometime, clearly trying to get back at me for the torture I inflicted upon him. I felt his finger travel down my balls to my perineum, applying a gentle pressure on the area. "Oh fuck." I shouted as a wave of pleasure rocked my body.

"Not so nice on the receiving end isn't it?" He smirked, licking the base on my shaft.

"Okay okay. I submit." I admitted defeat. He smiled taking me into his mouth. I gasped, my toes curling in pleasure. He expertly sucked me off, taking me all the way into his mouth. I felt his throat constrict around my dick and I almost lost it, just barely able to hold on. All this while his finger was still pressing on my perineum. He pulled off before I came, moving up and kissing me on my lips.

"I want you in me." We both said simultaneously. We stared at each for a second before we both laughed. In my past relationships, I was always the top but I enjoyed both equally, it was just my partners were never really into topping. 

"How about you top this time and I take the next time. I'm flexible." He suggested. 

"Sounds good to me." I said, kissing him.

"Do you have lube and condoms?" he asked. I opened the side drawer and took out the bottle of lube and a condom. I always kept them handy in case the situation ever presented itself. I popped the lid on the lube, squeezing a generous amount into my finger, rubbing them together to warm it up.

He lifted his legs to his chest, presenting his rosebud to me. I took my finger and circled the hole, coating it with lube. I stuck the finger in slowly, all the way up to my knuckle, twisting it around. "Open me up. It's been some time." He said. I stuck another finger in, scissoring my finger to open up his passage. I tried locating his prostate, feeling around. A gasp from Chris told me I found it. I messaged it, making Chris moan with pleasure.

"Justin. I need you in me now." Chris begged. I removed my fingers, opening the condom and sliding it onto my hard on. I squirted some lube onto it, using my hands to even coat the entire shaft. 

I positioned the head at his entrance, looking up at him. "Ready?" I asked.

"Just push already." He said, his lust taking over. I pushed in slowly. His body resisted the entry, trying to keep out the invading appendage. I felt him relax and my head popped in. "God damn." At Chris's exclamation, I stopped, letting him adjust to it. I waited as I felt his ring loosen, becoming less tight around my dick. "Move Justin." 

I took his order, pushing in slowly. Inch by inch I slid into him until I was completely imbedded. I looked at Chris and his eyes were dark with lust. Without words I could see him tell me to move. I did, sliding out until only my head was inside before plunging back in. Chris threw his head back in ecstasy as I pumped into him repeatedly. My right hand circled his member, pumping him in time to my thrusts.

I tried angling myself to strike his prostate. "There." Chris muttered. I held the position, pumping in and out, repeatedly rubbing my dick against his prostate. Our wet bodies collided with each other, the sound of it filling the room. "Babe, I can't hold out much longer."

"Cum for me babe." I said, increasing the rhythm of my thrusts. His ass tightened around my dick, holding off his orgasm. I pumped him with renewed fervour, bringing him closer to the edge.

"Oh god." He cried as he came, shooting streams of white semen out of his dick, pulsing in my hand. His ass muscles clenched shut, the sudden tightness bringing me over the edge as well. I let go, releasing my load into the condom. I collapsed on top of him, the intense orgasm seeping every ounce of energy from my body. His arms snaked their way around my body, pulling me close to him, his spunk gluing us together.

"Seems like you just set a new record for the 'best orgasm ever'." He said, his chest still rising and falling with his deep breaths. I caught my breath, my deflating dick popping out of his hole. 

"No kidding." I panted. He put his hand under my chin, pulling my face up to his, placing a kiss on my lips. "I love you." 

"I love you too." He said, running the back of his hand across my cheek. We took a quick shower after that, before going back to sleep, for the first time knowing that we both had each other's hearts. 

The following years were not devoid of problem. His career made sure of that, but our love was strong enough that we pulled through together. Eventually we bought a house in L.A., staying there whenever we weren't in Miami. I still owned the restaurant but I left the kitchen matters to Sam, promoting her to head chef. She had Ryan there too so it wasn't too difficult. Working with your husband couldn't have been too bad.

Ryan on the other hand, did manage to meet Amy Reaver when he came to Chris's wedding. Yep Chris and I got married. Of course, Ryan already had another woman on his arm who had completely swept him off his feet and no one, not even Amy Reaver could tear him away from that. He was happy. I was happy, having the man that I loved next to me at the altar. Mom and Ben were there of course, even his parents. It was then that I really knew that I had a perfect life. 

THE END