2 comments/ 5010 views/ 3 favorites A Writer in Love Ch. 01 By: Lostinmich Hey Readers I hope you enjoy this story, love to hear your comments and suggestions. I have submitted three chapters so far with a fourth one in the making. Special Thank you to Bubba and Jen for helping me with the story, being a good friends and amazing editors. Without him this would have gone to "print". * Max glanced down at his watch '4:15pm,' he thought to himself, 'she should be walking in any moment.' He felt like a stalker, but he could not get over how beautiful this woman looked. He sat in a small quiet coffee shop, on the corner, he smiled realizing that he had no idea this place even existed till he saw her sitting at a table, in the window. She sat in the same seat everyday, reading books and quietly sipping her soy latte at about the same time everyday. She was about 25 years old, with short brown hair, captivating blue eyes, and a smile that made his heart skip a beat every time he saw her. Max was a pretty regular looking guy, he had short unkempt blond hair, brown eyes, a lean face and body. He was only 5'7 and barely tipped the scale at 135 pounds. He was never into his looks and normally would toss on whatever felt comfortable. Max's laptop sat in front of him, open and untouched, a text document sat open on the screen with only a few scant words written. He had been struggling with this story for the last month. The small chime on the door rang out breaking his thoughts, leaving the story all but forgotten. Turning towards the door he saw her walk in, she was smiling brightly like always, he felt the world slow to a crawl watching her walk through the small shop, she glanced at him as she walked by, not even breaking her stride or offering him a hello. The girls behind the counter sang out a hello, greeting her like an old friend, she chatted with the employees before taking her drink and crossing the room to her favorite table by the window. She was wearing a white t-shirt, with the name of some rock band across the chest in gold block lettering, and the pair of faded blue jeans clung to her body, accentuating her movements with each stride. She sat down at the table, and then looked up, meeting his love sick gaze. Realizing he had been staring at her, he quickly looked down at his computer, chiding himself silently for being caught. He tried to focus on the laptop in font of him, but was surprised when the lid slowly started to shut on it's own. Looking up he saw her sitting in the chair across from him, she flashed him a smile as she removed her hand. "Can I tell you something? I think I have a friendly stalker." she stated with some amusement in her voice. "See I have been coming here for a couple of months now, and there is this guy, who keeps showing up when I am here." Max shifted slightly in the seat, waiting for her to tell him to fuck off. "You know what though, he is kinda cute, and I bet if he would just sack up and come talk to me that I might actually give him the time of day." "I...um..." Max quickly tried to come up with an excuse for his continued presence, or at least try to tell her how beautiful and stunning she is, but she cut him off quickly with a small shake of her head. "See this is not the best way to do this. Now, I am gonna go sit back down at my table, read my book and sip my coffee and see if today is the day he finds some balls, if not it is probably best that he leaves, and doesn't come back!" with that she slowly rose from the table, turned and walked back over to take her seat at her own table. Max was stunned into silence, she flashed him one final glance and a smile before opening the book on the table and began to read. His first instinct was to run, pack his things and quietly make his escape before he was further embarrassed. Max has always been shy around women, hell, around most people he is very shy, but he really wanted to meet her. He just wasn't sure what to say or do around people, which gave people the impression that he was mentally handicapped or a hermit. Max was not a hermit, he did have several friends, he just never went out to clubs or bars, and would prefer to sit in his apartment with a good book or a movie. Sitting in his chair watching her he knew something had to change, this was the moment of truth for him, she gave him the choice. The ball was in his court now; should he run and hide, probably lose her forever, or take a chance. Max shut his laptop grabbing the messenger bag from the floor and stuffing it inside. His mind was quickly rolling through every scenario, what to say, how to approach her. Should he start by apologizing for his rude behavior? Maybe he should just confess his love for her and see how she reacts? 'NO!' he thought, if he did that, he would look even more like some sick stalker. Grabbing his bag he slung it over his head so the strap lay across his chest, and it rested comfortably against his hip. Reaching for his coffee cup he noticed his hands were shaking, closing his eyes, he took a couple of deep breaths to calm his nerves. Walking across the small shop he stopped in front of her table, he could feel a cold chill run down his spine as he quietly cleared his throat. "Um-mm...excuse m..me, I just wanted to say I am sorry for, um kinda stalking you.." He spoke in a whisper, trying hard not to announce to the whole shop his seemingly crazy antics. She glanced up from her book, watching him intently, slowly she closed the book and leaned back in her chair. "Hmm, no sorry, that won't do at all.... try again.." She replied reaching out to take a sip from her coffee. She tried to hide the smile behind her cup watching the confused look wash over his face, she waved a had at him shooing him away, he half turned away from her trying to figure out if she was blowing him off, or wanted him to say something else. "Go on, try the approach again," she said with a warm smile. Max slowly turned and took several steps away from the table, glancing to the coffee shop counter he saw the two female employees watching the scene unfold, quietly whispering to each other and snickering. Turning around he saw her sitting at the table, watching him with interest. Swallowing hard he again breathed deeply to steady himself, then walked back over to the table. "Hi, I am sorry I was stalking you but you see I think..." but he was cut short by her raised hand with the palm open, turning her hand she wiggled her index finger in a "come her" motion. Leaning in he felt his mouth go dry his hands were shaking and he could feel a cold sweat streak down his back "Hey, look that approach isn't gonna work, your thinking too much, just kiss it." She whispered. Max stomach twisted so hard he thought he was going to vomit right there on the spot, at the thought of just walking up to her and planting a kiss on her sexy red lips. Seeing the look on his face, and realizing what she said, she rolled her eyes, and hissed "Keep. It. Simple Stupid." Max didn't even realize he was holding his breath till he felt the familiar burning sensation in his chest, nodding his head he stepped back from the table and turned, taking a deep breath before turning back to the table, before he could even think about what he was going to say, with as much confidence as he could muster he walked right up to the table, and held out his hand, "Hi, I...I'm Max." She sat back for a second again drawing her gaze over him, judging this new approach, she could see the little bit of confidence he had mustered for this attempt, and indeed attempted to keep things simple. Reaching out she grasped his hand firmly giving it a shake as she spoke "Hey Max, I am Tina! How are you today?" she replied with a small laugh. "Good...I..I am sorry if I...I mean, I wasn't trying..." his mind was running a mile a minute, trying to come up with a nice explanation for his actions the last couple of months. He glanced down at his shaking hands, and then quickly shoved them into his pockets of his jeans trying to hide his nervousness. "Shit! I'm sorry.." he exclaimed nervously, half turning towards the door and his chance for freedom from his botched approach. He knew if he moved now he could be out the door and around the corner before she would have a chance to pack her things and get out of her chair. "Max! Sit!" She commanded pushing the chair, opposite of her out with her foot. Max slowly sank into the chair, feeling defeated, he chided himself again for acting like a teenager trying to ask his high school crush to the fall dance. "Dude, you ok?" she asked with a note of real concern in her voice. Looking up from his lap he saw the worried look on her face, as she leaned across the small round wooden table to see his face, her head was tilted slightly to the right, in an effort to see his shame hidden face. "Yeah...I am just not good with people; I don't really know how to talk to them." he whispered back. "Hey, it's cool Max, I understand, you just need to relax a bit, you're so tense you look like your going to implode." She said with a giggle, leaning back in her chair. "So, Max, I gotta know something..." "Um-mm ok..." he replied shifting in his seat watching her lean forward slightly narrowing her eyes. "What are you doing on your laptop? Your always typing on it, are you secretly hacking the pentagon or something?" She said crossing her arms in front of her chest leaning them on the table in front of her. "Well, I am a writer, I am kinda working on the story for my next book, dealing with some writers block at the moment..." He replied blushing at the thought of nature of stories he writes. "That's cool! What's your last name, maybe I have read some of your stuff? What kinda of stories do you write?" "Well, I use a pen name, but I am sure you have never read my stuff...it is...obscure." "Come on, its not like you write porn or anything..." she remarked sarcastically, but fell silent watching his gaze fall into his lap, and a deep red blush flash across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "Oh my god! Your fucking kidding me?!" she stammered trying to stifle a laugh. 'And this is the part where I get shot to hell' Max thought to himself slowly standing up from his chair. He could feel the burning warmth of the blush in his cheeks and could barely lift his gaze to look at her. Mumbling a good bye he turned to leave but was stopped by a firm hand on his elbow. Looking down he saw her half standing, half leaning across the table, she gently pulled his elbow, urging him to turn to face her. "Max, sit please." she whispered giving him a sweet reassuring smile. "I promise you, I won't judge you, if you don't judge me. OK?" "OK." Max whispered, sitting back into his chair, he took off his messenger bag, leaning it against the chair leg before looking up to meet her reassuring smile. He blushed again despite himself and replied "So...what do you want to know?" "Well, what kind of stories do you write?" She replied leaning forward and placing her folded arms on the table. "Um-mm. Just romantic, type stories..." he mumbled "With sex? I mean like, he stuck his manhood in her flower, or more like, he jammed his throbbing cock in her dripping pussy?" "Well kinda both." he chuckled nervously at her examples "It depends on what works better with the story." "Have you ever been published?" She asked leaning back and giving him a quizzical look. "Yes, several of them have been published..." He replied sheepishly, feeling a flush of warmth in his cheeks again. "You know, you blush a lot. Are you embarrassed to talk about this? I can stop asking questions if you want." she asked letting the last few words trail off. "No! I mean, I just don't really talk about this kinda thing much, most people get... uncomfortable, when the subject of my stories come up." he shifted slightly in his seat, and began to fidget with his fingers in his lap. "I am fine with it, I read erotic stories quiet a bit actually. So tell me a title of one of your stories, maybe I have read it." "Well... how about Love with a Bullet?" he whispered, a voice inside his head was praying she had never read story, considering it is one of his best selling books, he was sure she might have probably seen the title somewhere. "Wait...Love with a Bullet....Oh My God! You're telling me that you're Max Steele??? Man I really liked that book!" Tina sat back in her chair, the look of shock on her face was priceless and almost comical to Max, he tried to hide his smile, but was failing miserably at it. "Yes... I am.." he said with a bit of pride in his voice. "But...But I have seen him, he was doing a book signing about two months ago at the Book Nook, and he looked nothing like you?" she stammered "Well that is an actor, the publishing house thought it might sell more books, if women thought some handsome guy was the author. Actually Steele is not even my last name, it's Summers." he replied giving a shrug of his shoulders. "How did you get into writing this kind of thing?" she asked genuinely intrigued. "Well..." before he could finish his thought a shrill ring came from his pocket, giving a frustrated grunt he pulled out his cell phone and saw that it was his manager calling. "I am sorry, I have to take this." he sighed giving her a weak apologetic smile. "Hey What's up?" he questioned holding the phone to his ear. "DUDE! Where are you?!" his manger Kevin yelled, he sounded angry and frustrated. "What? I am at the coffee shop, why, what's the problem?" "The meeting with the editor got pushed up to today! Didn't you get the e-mail I sent?" "Um-mm No? What time today?" "It's like, in 10 minutes!! You need to get your ass here like now!" he replied in desperation. "Ok..OK I will be there soon I am only a couple of blocks away." "Your killin' me Smalls!" A favorite movie quote, his manager Kevin used a lot, this usually meant he was under the gun and needed results immediately. "Ok ok, I am on my way.." Max replied giving a defeated sigh, angrily he pushed the end call button and stuffed it back into his pocket. "I am sorry I really have to go.." he apologized standing up, and grabbing his small black messenger bag. "Well, ok, but can we talk again? Soon? Maybe I can help you with the story?" "Yes! How about tonight? My place? I will cook dinner and we can, chat?" he inquired with some hesitation in his voice. "Perfect! What time? I get off work at 7pm." she excitedly replied "Um mm how about 7:30?" "Sure, I should be able to do that, what is your address?" "Oh, yeah." Digging into his bag he pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper, jotting down his address as well as his cell phone number. "When you get there just tell the door man your here to see me, he will let you in. I will tell him to expect you." Passing her the paper he watched her eyes grow wide, with the realization that the address was a very expensive apartment complex downtown. "I hope your not fucking with me Max." she commented giving him a side long glance. Max just smiled back at her and replied, "I promise I am not. I hope you come by tonight." "For sure!" she said giving him a warm smile in return, again his heart skipped a beat when she smiled at him, turning he quickly walked out the door of the shop, humming softly to himself. ****** 7:30 would not come soon enough for Max; he paced back and forth, in his large apartment, straightening up the pillows on the couch for the third time that day. The meeting with the editor had gone horribly, since Max still did not have a rough draft for his first ten chapters for his next book. He tried sitting down several times since the meeting to work on it, but thoughts of Tina and her amazing smile kept flashing into his mind and distracting him. Max had kinda lied about cooking dinner, he placed an order with the in house chef which was a perk of living in such a fine apartment complex when he got home. Normally it would take a year or more to get into this complex, but with the help of his manager, he moved in after a week of being on the waiting list. The apartment had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a full kitchen, living room and dining area, he knew it was more space then he ever needed, but he enjoyed the perks of being a somewhat famous author. Glancing down at his watch he checked the time for the millionth time and realized it was 7:45pm. He glanced in the large mirror in his bedroom pushing away the desire to change his clothes again, for the fifth time since he came home. Walking back into the living room he nervously rubbed his palms together glancing at the door of the apartment willing her to knock on the door. Combing his fingers through his blond hair he nervously walked to a brown recliner and sat down trying to slow his breathing and steady his twisting stomach. His mind wove through every conceivable conversation and topic he could think of. Questions he wanted to ask and things about him, he knew she would ask about. His thoughts slowly drifted to sex, this caused his manhood to instantly respond, playing through several bedroom scenarios, each ending with the two of them wrapped around each other, confessing their love for one another. A soft knock snapped him out of his day dreaming, jumping up from his chair, a sudden terrifying realization hit him, glancing down he could see the front of his jeans were tented with his arousal. Glancing around the room frantically he looked for something to cover his erection with. Groaning quietly he ran into his bedroom and grabbed his laptop off the desk, snapping it closed he placed it in front of his pants, hoping that his erection would subside before a reason caused him to set the laptop down. Rushing back to the door he peered out the peep hole to see Tina standing there nibbling on her lower lip looking around the hallway. Smiling to himself he took a deep breath and opened the door. "Hey! How are you?" he asked nervously shifting the laptop in front of himself. Tina glanced down at the computer in his hands arching her left eyebrow, "Good...How are you?" she said with some hesitation. "Umm good, thanks." He shifted in place trying to imagine anything and everything that would cause his arousal to weaken, but seeing her before him in a plain white dress shirt and black dress slacks, carrying a black book bag over her left shoulder, was not helping in the least. Clearing her throat quietly, she glanced into the apartment, then back to him with a questioning look. "Can...I come in?" she asked tentatively, motioning with her hand into the doorway. "Oh right! Yeah come on in!" he stammered stepping to one side to allow her to enter, trying to adjust the laptop to block her view of him. Tina stepped through the door and past him walking down the short hallway that led into the living room. A small kitchen was on her right; a small dining table was in front of it, and the living room on the other side. There was also a second hallway next to the kitchen that led down to a bed room, with a bathroom door on the right hand side, left of the living room was a second door, which was shut. She stopped in the living room giving a low whistle as she turned in a complete circle taking in the whole lay out of the apartment. The walls were decorated with several movie posters in frames, pictures hung on the cream colored white walls. She gave him one of those sweet sexy smiles when their eyes met. "So, were you working on your next story?" she said with a sultry wink, glancing to the laptop in his hands, guessing that it was there to conceal rather than record. "Uh..yeah..kinda.." he said with feeling the familiar of warmth spread across his face. She gave a giggle walking over to him and wrapping her arm through his. "It's ok you know, I am not gonna leave cause your story gave you a, chubby." she whispered in his ear with a giggle, pulling him further into the living room by his arm. Hanging his head in shame he felt his stomach twist, knowing that it was not the story that aroused him but some very naughty thoughts he was having prior to her arrival. "I am sorry I am late but work made me stay to finish up a table I had served." she stated matter of factually. A Writer in Love Ch. 01 "It's ok, I understand, I am glad you came by." Max remarked. "Hey can I ask you a favor?" she inquired, stepping in front of him and taking her book bag off her shoulder. "Sure" "Can I borrow your shower? I know its weird but I just got off work and I feel really dirty and I don't want to sit on your nice things in my work clothes." "Yeah no problem, I can get you some sweats or something to wear..." "Nope I brought a change of clothes, just a hot shower." she said with a beaming smile. "Yeah the shower is over there, and there should be some towels in the closet in the bathroom." "Thanks, I will only be about 10 minutes, then we can talk and see if we can drum up some story ideas for you!" she exclaimed, leaning forward she gave his right cheek a quick kiss, before turning and heading to the bathroom. Max stood in the middle of the living room in a state of shock, he could feel his manhood straining against his jeans threatening to break the zipper. The feel of her lips on his cheek burned like a thousands suns, and his heart was thundering like a summer storm. Smiling he shook his head slightly walking in a daze over to the phone, trying to focus on calling the chef and asking him to send up his order. ****** Max stood up when he heard the bathroom door open, shoving his nervous hands into his pockets he waited for her to appear. His laptop sat on the small end table, close at hand just in case, his body started to betray some dirty thoughts. Tina came into view moments later wearing a simple navy blue t-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. She gave him a quick smile running her fingers through her still damp brown hair. Max felt his pulse raced letting his gaze wander over her form, while watching her cross the room stand in front of him. He noticed she wasn't wearing any shoes and that the nails of her toes were colored a deep red colored nail polish. "What?" she asked coming to a halt in front of him, seeing the surprised look on his face. "Is my fly undone?" she asked looking down and pulling on the zipper of her pants. "You..you look amazing.." Max mumbled. "Aw, thanks! So what's for dinner?" she asked glancing into the untouched kitchen. "It should be here in a moment or two, I wasn't sure what you wanted so I ordered a couple of different things." "Ordered? I thought you were gonna cook for me?" she replied sadly, sticking out her bottom lip in a mocking frown. "Well I figured killing you on the first date with my cooking would not bode well for me." Max chuckled nervously. "Oh? So this is a "date?" Tina snidely remarked, turning away from him slightly to glance around the room. "Well...I mean, not a date, but you know..I am a horrible cook, and, I..." Max stammered trying to quickly explain his foul choice of words. Tina chuckled softly waving a hand at him to stop worrying, slowly she crossed into the living room to a small table set against the wall with several photographs displayed on it. "Is this your family?" Tina questioned picking up a small silver frame, the picture was old, and featured two boys sitting next to a Christmas tree unwrapping presents. "Uh yeah." Max replied walking over to stand next to her, glancing at the picture he gave a sad smile. "That is me and my older brother at Christmas." Pointing to the larger of the two kids. "I was nine years old in that picture, my brother is twelve." "You guys are cute!" she replied setting down the picture and grabbing a second one off the desk, this was in a gold colored frame and was much larger. The picture was a family photo, which featured the two boys, who appeared to be older, an older female, Tina assumed was his mother, and a larger built male who looked like a much older version of the two boys. "My Mother and father, Jim and Kimberly Summers." he replied pointing them out in the picture. "Your mother is very pretty in this photo." "Yeah, thanks." Max said looking longingly at the image. Tina glanced at him and could see a note of sorrow on his face. She was about to say something when a loud knock sounded from the front door. "Dinners here." Max said excitedly turning away from her and walking towards the front door. Tina set down the photo and made a mental note to ask him why he looked so sad. Glancing around the corner she watched two men pushing two large rolling carts, full of silver covered dishes, the smell of savory delights filled the room as they entered. Her stomach growled quietly, and her mouth watered, watching them take several of the covers off, exposing fish, hamburgers, fries, some steamed vegetables and other wondrous plates of food. "Dinner is served." Max stated holding his hands out presenting the two carts to her. They each choose a dish and sat at the dinner table quietly munching and commenting about the food. Tina opted for the hamburger and steamed vegetables, she was awe struck at how juicy the burger was and giggled as a bit of juice ran down her palm. Max felt his pants tighten watching he small pink tongue glide through her palm licking up the sticky mess. Tina glanced at Max after she was done flashing him a sexy smile before uttering "This is so good!" They talked quietly between bites, sharing a bit about themselves, Max discovered that Tina was the oldest of four siblings, having twin younger sisters and a younger brother, which her parents nicknamed "Opps!" He found out that she moved to the city a year ago after quitting her job, in search of fresh start, in the mean time she picked up a part-time job at a local five star restaurant waiting tables. "Not my dream job, but it pays the bills for now." she remarked plucking one of the steamed carrots from the bowl with her finger tips and munching on it. With a satisfied sigh, Tina leaned back in her seat, "So!, lets see what you have been working on." Max got up from his chair and walked over to pick up his laptop. Opening it up he tapped a couple of keys while walking slowly back to the table. "This is a very rough draft, just so you know..." He replied timidly handing her the laptop. "No worries, now let me see..." she replied setting the laptop in front of her. Max quietly cleaned up the table while Tina read, offering her some more wine which she declined, asking if he had a Diet Soda instead. When he came back from the kitchen he found her curled up in the corner of his large brown couch, he offered her the Soda in a glass with ice and then sat down in the chair opposite her. He watched her face intently trying to figure out the many faces she made as she read his story. Max fidgeted in his seat, he was apprehensive about showing her his unfinished work, but desperately needed some inspiration or he would lose his publishing contract and be forced to pay back the small advance the publisher gave him. Standing up he quietly walked around behind her to see where she was at in the story. Glancing over her shoulder he knew she was coming up to one of the sex scenes, he could see that her cheeks were slightly flushed. "You know..standing behind me will not get me to read any faster." she sang out not taking her eyes from the screen. Max blushed mumbling an apology before slipping off to his room to find a book to read while he waited. Picking out one of his favorite science fiction authors, he walked back into the living room just as Tina was setting the laptop down on the couch next to her; Her face was flushed, and she was drinking heavily from the glass of soda he had brought her. "Are you ok?" Max asked sitting down in the chair across from her. "Oh yeah!" Tina giggled, setting the half empty cup down. "Ok so! I have a couple of things I want to say before I get into this story. First, I really like your plots and ideas, your characters show true emotion and a normal amount of response to most situations but sometimes they are lacking in depth. Secondly your writing is very strong, but the sex scenes are kinda a mixed bag." she reached down and took another sip from her glass. "What do you mean "mixed bag?" Max replied sitting back and giving her a questioning look. "Well, it is hard to explain. Sometimes your sex scenes kinda jump around a bit too much. Like for example, this first scene with Jeff and Krissy, I mean he is taking her from behind and then she just swings around and drops on her back? Really you could add a couple of steps in between to make the transition much more believable." Ok.." Max got up and grabbed the laptop opening a new document he started quickly typing a note to himself with her suggestions. "What else?" he asked looking back at her. "Well." She stated rising from the couch and slowly walked towards the opposite end. "The scene where Krissy is giving him a hummer. "Most men have no idea all the little tricks you can pull on a guy while doing that, like humming, rolling your tongue, massaging the base, you know, more then just sucking. You need to spice that scene up a bit." Max tapped again on his laptop, adding her suggestions to his list of ideas that were already starting to form in his mind. Glancing back he noticed that she was nibbling on her bottom lip, and appeared to be deep in thought and staring at him. "What?" he asked giving her a confused smile. "Well, there is one more problem, and I am not sure how to explain it." she remarked, placing her hands on her hips. "It's ok you know your not gonna hurt my feelings." he stated leaning back in his chair. "I know, its just i am not sure how to explain it, so that it will make sense." "Can you..show me?" he tentatively asked. He watched he gnaw on her lip, glancing from him to the couch, appearing to be mulling over what she wanted to do. "Ok. Here put down your laptop down and sit down in the center of the couch." Max closed the laptop and shifted across the room to the couch, taking a seat he watched her pace back and forth still deep in thought. Tina stopped pacing and stood right in front of him. "hm-mm, ok you know how you have Krissy's doing a strip tease for Jeff, well its ok, but it is lacking a couple of things." "Ok, but what?" Max asked looking confused. "Well for one thing she needs to keep eye contact with him, as much as she can. Eye contact is key." Tina replied bending at the waist to make eye contact with him. Her eyes were like two pools of crystal clear blue tropical waters, sparkling brightly under a full moon. He felt a sudden calm rush over him, his body slowly relaxed, the tension washing away, under her unwavering gaze. Held by her gaze he didn't realize that she was slowly swaying her hips her hands slipped up her hips, as she hummed softly to herself dancing to some unheard music. She slowly turned in a circle in the center of the room, crossing her arms she grabbed the bottom of her blue shirt, pulling it up slightly exposing her lower back to him. Max tried to swallow past the lump in his throat, watching her motion intently and feeling his manhood straining against the leg of his boxers. Tina gave him a sultry smile, and then mimicked the final removal of her shirt, tossing it away. Crossing her arms in front of her breasts she completed her turn, then took a step toward him, leaning in close, her lips inches from his she sighed softly before standing up, reaching behind her to mimic the removal of her bra. Max watched in awe as she flicked off each imaginary strap, dropping her arms, she tossed the fictitious bra aside, bring her hands to her stomach and slowly sliding them up to cup her breasts, with a quiet giggle. She slowly rolled her hips lowering her self to the floor, sighing and moaning till she was on her knees. Max leaned forward on the couch, watching her lean back onto one hand while the the other, slipped back down her body and came to rest against the button of her blue jeans. She slowly pumped her hips toward him, dropping her head back sighing quietly. Max was beyond aroused, his heart was thundering in his chest, while his hands were shaking with anticipation. Licking his lips he followed her roving, hand watching it stop at the button then glanced back to her eyes, only to be caught once again in their hypnotic gaze. He tried to glance back and forth from her hand resting on her jeans to those amazing blue eyes. Slowly she looked down at her hand and his gaze followed, as she fingered the small brass colored button pulling on it gently. Max held his breath, trying to will the button to give in the hopes that she would continue to remove the faded blue garment. She was watching him intently, she could see the effects her dancing was having on him, his face was flushed, his chest was heaving, she knew she had his undivided attention, and she reveled in it. She also noticed that the dance was having an effect on her as well, her nipples were hard under her sheer bra, and she could feel a familiar satisfying tingle of arousal between her legs. Smiling to herself she pushed just enough to feel the button on her pants release, glancing up to see him watching her with unbridled lust in his eyes. Sitting up she slowly crawled towards him on hands and knees, she could see the bulge in his pants and felt a rush of excitement jump through her body like a bolt of lightening. She placed her hands on his knees feeling him jump from her touch, she brought her face with in inches of his keeping eye contact, while she slowly climbed into his lap, making him sit back by just force of her will alone. She quietly straddled his lap, placing her forearms on his shoulders, letting her fingers comb through the hair on the back of his head. She could feel his arousal poking against the inside of her thigh, while she slowly dropped her head brushing her lips along the side of his neck, smiling when she felt him shiver. Sitting up in his lap, she felt his hands resting on her hips, she wiggled her hips slightly feeling his stiff manhood grind against her inner thigh, edging closer to her now throbbing sex. They both were breathing heavily with arousal, they sat motionless, lost in the moment. Every thought and feeling urging him on to kiss her, touch her, to do something, but his head got in the way, visions of kissing her and sending her into a rage flashed through his mind, thoughts of her slapping him or worse for taking advantage of her honest help. Tina sensed his hesitation, finding it almost noble and endearing, but her body wanted more, the mock strip tease, the gentle touches, the intensity she saw in his eyes, spurred her sexual desire, pushing her past the realm of rational thought, letting her own sexual hunger take the lead. Slipping her fingers through the hair on the back of his head, she threw caution to the wind, and leaned in close softly pressing her lips against his. She felt his body tighten for a split second before relaxing, she smiled feeling his hands wrap around her hips, pulling her closer to him. Max was in a state of pure bliss, her warm lips were locked with his, her body was wrapped around his, feeling her lips part slightly pushing her tongue past his lips to intertwine with his, making the embrace complete. He left out a muffled moan feeling her hands comb through his hair, the kiss grew in hunger and passion, their tongues danced and fought for control. She felt his hips push up instinctively grinding against her, stimulating her already buzzing sex. Breaking the kiss Tina sat back in his arms, grinding her hips down urging him to make a move, but she could see the apprehension on his face. Not wanting to wait for him to decide what to do next, Tina slowly climbed out of his lap and stood before him. Max felt confusion watching her stand up in front of him, she had large grin on her face, from looking down at his lap. Realizing that his arousal was very visible through his pants, he felt himself blush, laying his hands in his lap in a vain attempt to cover his erection. Narrowing her eyes she flashed a mischievous grin, Tina reached down grabbing her shirt and pulled it over her head, and down into his lap. Glancing up he saw her small perky breasts concealed by a pink lace bra, he could see her nipples hard with arousal pushing against the sheer material. Smiling she slipped her hands down to her pants, like she had done before during the strip tease and unzipped her zipper wiggling her hips, so that the jeans fell off on their own, crumpling to the ground around her ankles. She was wearing a pair of boy cut pink lace panties, reaching out she grabbed his hand urging him to stand up. Being a couple of inches shorter then him she gently kissed him on the lips, and lacing her fingers through his, she slowly took a step away from him, pulling him along behind her, leading him back to what she assumed was his bedroom. Stopping at the door at the end of the hallway she turned slightly and fixed him a very serious look. "Max, I need you to promise me something.." she whispered "Ok.." he said hoarsely. "Promise, that tonight, you act with your heart and not your head." She whispered reaching up to touch his cheek. Max reached up taking her hand in his, leaning down her kissed her lightly on the lips. "I promise." he whispered back. Grabbing the front of his shirt she pulled him into the bedroom before she could even stop to think about her own actions, he was kissing her again hard, grabbing her around the waist he carried her over to the bed. Their tongues danced, their hands roamed, she was surprised at the abrupt change in him, and it was turning her on even more. Wiggling out of his grasp, she placed one hand on his chest forcing him to stop for a second so she could catch her breath. He opened his mouth to speak but she placed a finger to his lips, while the other hand grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. She arched her eyebrow and was stunned to see that he was in a lot better shape then she had guessed. He was not sporting six-pack abs, but he had some decent muscle definition in his chest and stomach that tapered nicely into the waist band of his jeans. Reaching down she grabbed the front of his pants pulling him closely, pushing her breasts into his chest. She kissed him deeply, humming softly, all the while she was unbuttoning of his jeans, and pulling at the zipper. She smiled around the kiss, feeling him shiver slightly, when her hand brushed against his hard manhood, while pushing the jeans down to collect at his feet. Grabbing him by the hips she spun him towards the bed, forcing him to walk backward till his knees bumped against the cushion. Pushing him into a seated position, she pushed open his knees with hers, and stood between his open legs, stealing glances at his boxers, which had several dark spots on them around the head, presumably where his arousal had leaked out. Leaning back on his palms he watched her reach back and undo the clasp on her pink bra, smiling he looked up to her face, seeing a bit of apprehension, in her smile, he had not seen before. Holding his breath he watched the straps of the bra become loose, slipping off her shoulders, letting the bra fall away from her to the floor, exposing her breasts to him. Her nipples were small and hard, sticking out from the light brown of her aureola, pointing towards him urging him to suckle them. Tina cupped her breasts gently rubbing and pulling on the nipples, with her index finger and thumb, sighing softly, she truly loved being watched while she pleasured herself, it was something she discovered with her last boyfriend, who enjoyed mutually masturbating for her. For now she desired more then to be watched, she wanted to be touched, and pleasured by another human being. Max sat forward on the bed, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her closer to him, leaning close he took her right nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Tina sighed loudly running her hands through his hair, while he sucked and pulled on the small tip, each lick making her pussy throb even more. Pulling away he kissed his way across her chest, till his mouth climbed her cream colored peak, to take in the other brown nipple. A Writer in Love Ch. 01 Tina climbed into his lap, forcing him to shift back on the bed, to allow her to straddle him, he wrapped his hands around her back, holding her close, feeling the warmth of her stomach on his chest. Giggling softly she pushed his head away, watching him fall back on the bed, with his arms stretched wide chuckling as his head hit the bed sheet. Tina stood up above him swaying slightly to maintain her balance on the uneven bed. She gingerly took two steps placing her feet on either side of his head. Slowly her hands drifted to the only garment left to be removed, fingering the waistband she pushed it off watching it slide down her thighs and land on his face. Max let out a small chuckle, which rolled in a moan when the scent of her sweet aroused sex, assaulted his nose. He could feel the dampness on the crotch of the panties, making his mouth water for more. He held onto the panties that had collected at her ankles so that she could step out of them, then with a shriek of joy she flopped down into her knees onto the bed, catching the end of the bed with he outstretched hands, keeping herself from tumbling off completely. Max sat up, tossing the garment aside and climbed off the bed, watching her roll around and come to rest on her side, facing him. She propped her head in her hand, leaving the other to linger on her hip, her fingers casually stroking the side of her hip. He felt his hands shaking with anticipation, he had not felt this aroused in years, even after writing a steamy love scene in a novel, which usually left him feeling aroused, had never gotten him this on edge. His gaze drifted over her naked form, taking in every detail, from the small freckles on her hip, to the small thin trail of light brown hair leading to her pussy. She smiled up at him arching her right eyebrow, questioning him silently, she was about to speak up when she saw his shaking hands drift to the waist band of his navy blue boxers. She nibbled on her lower lip, watching him blush a deep red and bend at the waist blocking her view, while he pushed down his boxers. Her heart was thundering in her chest, a rush of long forgotten emotions welled up inside her watching her soon to be lover expose himself to her. She watched him slowly straighten up, she sucked in a deep breath when she saw his thick seven inch member bounce into view. The mushroom shaped head had a deep red, purplish hue, which glistened with his excitement, It bobbed slightly with each breath he took, and she could see thick veins spread along it's length. Trying to compose herself she raised her hand and made a "come hither" motion with her finger. Max slowly climbed onto the bed, laying on his side next to her, but still left some distance between them. Tina gave a small sigh, sliding herself over to him with a giggle, pressing her body into his. She wrapped her top leg over his hip, kissing him deeply, feeling his manhood slip between her open legs and come to rest against her dripping flower, a shiver ran through her body, feeling his hot member pressing against her Max slid his hand around her hips pulling her close, his body was trembling and he could not calm himself enough to make it stop. His mind was a rush of emotions, and thoughts, he wanted to shout out in joy, but another side of him was so worried he would not perform well and would end this night sooner then intended. A single thought drifted through the chaos in his mind, reminding him to go with his heart and not his head, feeling her hips start to grind against him, he closed off the doors to his mind, and let his senses, his heart, take over. In a move that shocked them both, Max shifted his weight rolling her onto her back, kneeling between her open legs, Max stood on all fours, kissing her deeply as he tried to probe with his aching cock. He felt her hand reach between them, grasping his member, causing him to moan out, feeling her gently move him around, till his head parted her lips, and sat at the cusp of her womanhood. Pulling away so he could see her, he gave her a questioning look, ask if this is what she truly wanted, pushing slightly so the head of his penis pushed a bit deeper inside her. Feeling her legs, part wide then wrap around his hips, pushing him deeper inside her, answering his silly question. Max felt a rush of excitement, feeling her warm body wrap around his manhood, Tina let out a groan of satisfaction, grabbing his hips and pushing more of him inside her. She grunted loudly when she felt the head of his penis bump deep inside her, holding his hips tightly she reveled in the feeling of being so fully filled, slowly worked her hips in a slow circle around him, trying to adjust to his girth. Releasing her legs, from his hips, she smiled at him, biting her lower lip and pumping her hips, encouraging him to fuck her. Max got the subtle cue, and slowly pumped his hips toward her, trying to time it so their hips met when she pushed up. "Oh God Max!" she whined tossing her head back, arching her back the feeling was intense, each time their hips meet a surge of energy crackled up her spine, sending her mind reeling. Max gave a satisfied grunt, unable to formulate anything beyond a simple noise. Resting his elbows next to her head, he leaned down and kissed her, he felt her nails dig into his back, her legs wrapped back around his waist, thrusting up harder trying to engulf all of him with each thrust. She listened to his breathing, it was ragged and quick, she saw the strain on his face and knew he was holding back. Stopping suddenly she kissed him deeply, pushing on him gently encouraging him to roll off of her onto his back. Max slowly rolled onto his back, but was surprised and amused to feel her roll with him, not allowing his cock to slip from her wet slit. Sitting up in his lap, her hands rested on his chest, rolling her hips she felt him slip deeper inside her. "Fuck Max, you feel so good!" she moaned dropping her head, and slowly rocking her hips back and forth delighted to feel his manhood filling her so completely. It felt perfect. Thrust his hips up, his mind in a sex induced haze, only conscious of the fact that he was buried deep in a woman, who aroused him so completely that he never wanted to move from this spot ever again; Sadly a familiar tingle was beginning to form in his manhood again, announcing his impending orgasm. He tried to think of something other then her, but could scantly remember his own name. Before they shifted he felt urge building, but the change of position staved it off for only a minute. Tina's face hovered over him, pumping her hips slowly watching his face, she saw the look and smiling to herself she knew the struggle he was having. Giggling she kissed his neck gently then quickly nipped the soft flesh, causing him to jump in surprise. "OW! What the.."he yelped, but quickly realized his urge to release had subsided. Looking up at her he saw her laughing quietly, then chomping her teeth at him in a mock bite. Smiling back he thrust his hips up hard, forcing her up off the bed, and cause her to squeal in pleasure. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down tight to him, pumping his manhood inside her, causing her to yelp in glee with each thrust, her fingers dug into his chest as she tried in vain to hold on. Tina felt her emotions bubbling to ahead, her mind swirled with lust, her breathing quickened and she knew she was getting close to the edge, her breath came in gasps, she leaned forward hovering over his face looking into his eyes, she could saw passion and lust in those deep brown eyes, but something more was there, something hidden that she had not seen before. "Max..." she moaned softly feeling the pressure building, her sensitive sex was screaming for release, his eyes fluttered open locking with hers, she tried to speak, but nothing came out, as her body began to tremble, and shake with her orgasm, which ripped through her body, in a wave of emotion and bliss, she rested her head on his chest, groaning loudly grinding her hips down, forcing him to stop thrusting. She felt him rocking slightly beneath her, glancing up she saw the strained look on his face, 'he was still trying to hold on' she thought, sitting forward she kissed him on the lips and slowly gently began to flex her muscles around his manhood. Grinning she wanted more, she needed to feel him release, sitting up in his lap she rocked her hips, grinding him down and wearing away his resolve, she felt another orgasm quickly building inside her, and she desperately wanted him to release with her. His eyes were open, he was smiling broadly watching her body sway and glisten with sweat from their activity, her hands were wandering her own body, touching and teasing till they came to rest between them. He felt her probing fingers, dance between them, feeling her knuckles brushing the soft hair above his manhood. A shiver of excitement ran through him, realizing that she was stroking her swollen clit while he slowly pumped inside her. Leaning forward on her free hand she looked deeply into his eyes giving him a weak smile, sighing softly and licking her lips. It was too much, his tentative hold on his orgasm was slipping and with the realization that she was openly masturbating while they were having sex, was just to much to handle. Whimpering softly he thrust up once then twice, feeling her lips smash against his muffling his loud cry, as he felt his manhood release his seed inside her, wrapping one hand around her waist and another holding her head to his, he felt her rest her forehead against his as she grunted and moaned through her second, and just as powerful orgasm of the evening. "Oh god you're amazing..." he whispered into her ear feeling her grab him around the head and hug him tightly. ************* Max lay in bed, Tina's head was resting on his naked chest, both still drifting along with the afterglow of their union. He was gently stroking her hair, trying to find something to say to break the silence that had filled the room. He felt her shift and lay her hand on his stomach, propping her head up to look up at him. "Max?" she whispered. He looked down at her, a soft smile crossed his face, "Yeah?" he whispered back brushing a lock of hair from her face with his finger. She saw it again in his eyes, that emotion that had been hidden since the coffee shop that morning, the look of passion, caring, love. Worry twisted her stomach, when she realized that this was more then just a fling for him, this meant so much more, but she worried she could not return the feeling, a feeling she had lost many years ago. Max opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by the smile that lit her features. "Nothing...never mind" She replied turning her head away from him, nibbling on her lip, she closed her eyes tight letting sleep take her.