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Seeing Stars

By: poisoniv1



It had not been a good week.

I had spent five days back east in my company's Charlotte office cooped up in a windowless room with a tall, gangly summer intern named Ray. I was supposed to be rolling out the new system software, but they were having hardware problems. And what do I know about hardware? Fly me all the way out to Charlotte just so I could watch some technician swapping circuit boards? So Ray and I hung around with our feet up on our little metal desks, and Ray bored me with trivia from his sophomore physics class.

I wish there had been more to talk about. I suppose discussing Ray's cosmology class could have been entertaining, had I been in a more receptive frame of mind. But I just couldn't get interested in hydrogen and gravity and mass and energy and Doppler shifts. Ray would say something I only half heard, and then he would pause, waiting for me to comment. At one point, I got tired of nodding and urging him to continue. After an awkward silence, I blurted out what was really on my mind:

"Saturday, Dawn and I had sex for the first time."

Ray laughed nervously, and he blushed as I told him how it happened. "We were just sitting on the couch in my apartment and there was nothing on TV. And I couldn't think of anything to say. So I kissed her. And before I knew it, she was in my bed with her hand in my pants, and I was tossing her panties on the floor. And you know what the weirdest thing was? Instead of enjoying the sex, I was worrying about what I needed to take with me on this trip."

"Is she good-looking?" Ray asked.

I sighed. Some people just don't get it. "Ray, have you ever been fucking a woman when all of a sudden you realize you need to be on a plane to Charlotte in ten hours and you haven't packed yet?"

"Um, no."

"I'll tell you a secret. It was pretty lousy sex."

Ray giggled. "Even lousy sex is better than no sex."

I shook my head.

What the hell was I doing in Charlotte? Why wasn't I back home in Portland, huddled up in bed with Dawn for the second time? Or the third time? Or the fourth time?

Every night I would call Dawn from my hotel room and tell her what I had accomplished that day. Or, if I hadn't accomplished anything, I would babble about the weather. "It's sunny and hot here. Brutally hot. The engineers think they found the problem, so maybe I can get started tomorrow."

"It's hot here, too," Dawn said.

"I'll probably be home on Saturday."

"I'll pick you up at the airport."

"You don't have to do that. I'll just catch an Airporter."

"It's OK. I want to."

She was very nice. I wondered what she thought about our distracted lovemaking the night before I left town. Had she noticed my tendency to drift? If she had, it didn't seem to bother her.

Or maybe she just hadn't noticed.

I've always had a hard time reading women. A previous girlfriend, Mary, used to assure me that she had orgasms during sex, but I could never tell. "It happened while you were inside me," Mary sometimes said.

I wondered if Dawn had had an orgasm. Her reaction during sex was pretty much the same as Mary's, which meant I didn't have a clue. Dawn didn't say anything afterwards, and I didn't really have time to talk. I got out of bed to pack, and she fell asleep a few minutes later.

The engineers finally found the problem (a bad power supply and two marginally defective memory boards), and I finished the software installation late Friday evening. The office manager volunteered to take me out to celebrate afterwards, but I declined. I wasn't in a partying mood.

I went back to my hotel and took one final walk around the grounds. The Charlotte city lights lit up the sky, and a heavy haze settled over the town. The crescent moon looked out of focus in the soft gray sky. I couldn't see a single star. No way to observe a Doppler shift that night. I was sure Ray would have been disappointed. I wondered if Dawn could see stars back in Portland. I ached to be home.

I took the afternoon flight out the next day. I was glad to get out of Charlotte, but the flight was long and unpleasant. I had almost no leg room, and the kid in the row in front of me played with his seat back the entire flight. I was tired, my neck felt tight, and a dull headache throbbed behind my right ear.

I felt a lot better when I got off the plane and found Dawn waiting for me at the gate. She greeted me with a big smile, a nice hug, and a little kiss. During our hug, I thought I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Was that a present for me? Or was it just to be more comfortable in the heat? We walked hand-in- hand out of the terminal, making small talk about the heat wave. She looked good. A little disheveled, but happy and alert. I was glad I didn't have to catch the Airporter.

Dawn drove me back to my apartment. She was one of those people who like to talk and drive at the same time. She chattered aimlessly about her job and the heat, but mostly about the heat.

"Do you have air conditioning in your apartment?" she asked.

"I'm afraid not."

"Uh-oh."

She was right. Inside my room it was hot and stuffy. I invited her in and offered her a glass of ice water. She sat on the couch and sipped while I went around opening all the windows. It was hot enough outside where I doubted the windows would make much difference, but the sun was beginning to set, and I hoped it would cool off quickly.

I propped open the balcony door. Dawn was just sitting there, a glass in her hand, looking at me. My shirt felt like it was sticking to my chest.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"Fine."

"I'm going to go change my shirt, OK?"

"OK."

I left Dawn and went back to the bedroom, and I took off my shirt. It felt good to have it off, and I immediately felt a little less hot. I thought about Dawn in the next room, and whether I should change my slacks and shoes. Was she staying? I was glad she was there, but I wasn't sure I liked her being around when I hadn't had time to wash up. I did not feel especially fresh. I put my hand under my arm and, sure enough, I felt pretty sweaty under there. Ugh.

I stood and thought for a minute, my shirt in my hand. And then she knocked on the door.

"Can I come in?" she said, her voice muffled.

I cracked open the door and she peeked through the opening.

"Hi," she said, "do you mind?"

"No, I don't mind." I opened the door wide. "Come on in."

She stepped into the bedroom. "It's hot out there," she said.

"It's not much better in here."

"But it's nicer in here. I can talk to you."

"I was going to change my clothes."

She grinned. She slowly walked up close and placed her hand on my bare chest. She leaned even closer and we kissed. "Cool!" she said. "I like that."

"You want to watch me change clothes?"

She sat down on the bed, grinning widely. "Uh huh!" she nodded.

I thought she was expecting some silly little dance routine, but I wasn't up for it. It was just too hot. "I'm sorry, you don't get a show."

"I didn't ask for a show. I just want to watch."

I shrugged. Although it was a little unnerving to have her sitting there watching, I figured I could handle it. I unzipped my slacks and stepped out of them. All I had on were my boxer shorts. I hung my pants on a wooden hanger.

"You look really great," she said.

"Maybe you should, um, return the favor?" I thought of Dawn naked. Her breasts and legs and butt and pussy. And thinking about those things, I began to get erect. The bedsprings squeaked a little as she leaned forward and stared right at my growing bulge. "Miss me a little?" she said, and she giggled.

I took her hands and urged her up off the bed. I pulled her against me, hugging her. Her shirt felt scratchy on my chest, and I pressed my budding erection against her belly. "Come on," I said, "you too."

With a bright smile, she dropped down on the bed and flipped off her shoes and quickly wiggled out of her shorts. She left her T- shirt on and lay down on the bed. She propped her head up on her hand. I loved the flow of her hip, and the way it curved into the smooth line of her leg. She wore purple panties. "Tell me about your trip," she said.

"I like these," I said, nodding towards her underwear. "Purple is my favorite color."

She put her hand on her hip, and I longed to be touching her there. "They are burgundy, not purple," she said.

"Same thing, isn't it?" I took a deep breath and pushed my boxers down. My penis stood at full attention. Dawn glanced down, her eyes shimmering. I crawled up into bed, my erection wagging back and forth, and I settled next to her.

"I like burgundy better," she said. "The word makes me think of wine." She put her hand on my bare hip and squeezed. "Come on. Tell me about your trip."

"I called you every night," I said. "You've already heard everything."

Her hand slid around to the hollow at the top of my thigh. My cock jerked, and I wished she would touch it. "But I want to hear it again," she said.

I looked into her gray-green eyes and tried to decide if she were joking. She looked sincere, like a child waiting for a bedtime story. But why on Earth would she want to hear about my trip all over again?

But I was naked and erect, and whatever the woman wants at times like this, the woman gets.

So I retold the events of my trip. She watched my face the entire time. It was awkward at first. I felt the need to spice up the story this time, make it more interesting. Dawn smiled with every embellishment.

"Too bad about the haze last night," she said when I was finished. "You know, sailors used to figure out where they were by looking at the stars."

"Stellar navigation, right? Of course, I already knew I was in Charlotte."

She made a little clicking noise with her tongue. "I suppose."

We stared at each other for a long time, and bit of moisture welled up in her eyes. "I'm glad you're back," she said.

"I'm sorry I was gone. It wasn't the best timing in the world."

We kissed, and her hand rested on my chest. I ran my hand down to the small of her back.

"What do you think?" I said. "Do you want to make another go of it?"

"Uh huh," she nodded. Her smile curled and her eyebrows arched.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Yeah!"

We wiggled a little closer together and kissed again. We kissed, and I let my fingers draw across her ears to her neck. Her breathing accelerated. I nuzzled in closer, our legs twined, and I kissed and licked her neck, nibbled on her earlobe, sucked on the edges of her ears. Dawn groaned and she grabbed my sides. I worked my hand up under her shirt and over her breast. Her nipple hardened under my palm.

She helped me pull her T-shirt off. She looked me in the eye and grinned, biting her lower lip. Her breasts were pale in contrast to her tanned shoulders and belly. I smoothed the back of my hand across her upper chest.

I kissed down her neck and sucked on the juncture between neck and shoulder. And then I licked downward, down the soft skin of her upper chest, across her tan line onto white flesh, and down to the large, round nipple. I licked her nipple, put my mouth over it, and licked the thick, rubbery tip. It popped up a little. I gave it a light suck.

"Suck it harder," Dawn said, and she combed her fingers through my hair. I opened my mouth wide on her tit and gave it a hard suck. I made a big slurping noise. "Yesss, like that."

I grabbed her other breast and sucked hard on her nipple, nibbled it, ran my tongue around in circles over it. And then I swapped sides, working her other nipple in my mouth. It pulled up into an identical tight cone.

"You've been sunbathing," I said, running my finger along the tan line.

"Uh huh," she said, perspiration beading on her face. "I like the way the sun feels on me. I've liked it ever since I was a junior in high school."

"What happened when you were a junior in high school?"

"I lost my virginity."

"Oh."

"My boyfriend and I would get together at the pool, lie in the sun, and then go back to his parents' house and fuck in his bedroom."

I laughed. I'd never heard her cuss before. "You would fuck? Is that really what you called it?"

She smiled. "At the time, we called it making love. But we were young. Now I know we were just fucking."

"And what do you think we did last week? Did we fuck or did we make love?"

She pressed her lips together. "Hmm." She tapped her fingers against her chin. "I don't know yet."

I put my hand over her purple or wine burgundy or whatever color they were panties. Even through her panties, she felt very hot and damp. I pressed my hand hard into her crotch and kissed her. She spread her legs wide.

I worked my fingers under the waistband of her panties. She arched up against my hand, and her fingers finally wrapped around my penis. She stroked me while I slipped my fingers inside her panties and onto her soft, hairy pussy.

We kissed hard and fondled each other. I worked my middle finger right between her lips. She moaned and pumped my cock harder. I broke the kiss with a gasp. She let go of my cock and quickly stripped her panties off.

I could smell her.

I ran my hands across her hot skin. She was very warm all over. I fingered both nipples between thumbs and fingers. Dawn's face shone with sweat.

I looked down between her legs. Her knees flapped open and closed like butterfly wings. I ran my hand down her stomach and into the dark hair between her legs. My fingers parted her outer lips and were greeted by soft, slick flesh. She was drenched. I ran a finger up and down the length of her slit. When I ran up over the bulge of her clitoris, she jerked.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"Yes," she panted.

I used two fingers, and drew them softly up and down on either side of her clit. She whimpered and bit her lower lip.

"A little softer, a little slower," she whispered.

And with two fingertips, I went a little softer and a little slower. She held her breath and her face twisted up. And then, with a sudden rush, she yelled, her eyes and mouth open wide. For a moment she breathed in quick bursts. And then she groaned. And then she relaxed. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god," she litanied.

I was hugely erect. I'd never seen anything like it. Nothing at all like Dawn coming.

Dawn suddenly reached out for me and pulled me tight to her. We squeezed together, her bare skin against mine, and rolled around in the bed. She moved her legs apart, and I found myself held between her thighs, my penis pressing against her belly, as we hugged and kissed.

After one particularly passionate kiss, Dawn stopped. She looked into my eyes.

"Are you ready?" she said between deep breaths.

I'd never been more ready in my entire life. I sat up and got hold of my erection. Dawn lay back and rocked her hips up. Her pussy looked so soft and inviting. The hair at the center was all sticky with moisture. I ran my cock head up and down through her slit. Her pungent aroma tickled my nostrils.

I slipped the head of my cock into her buttery pocket, and I felt an immediate rush of pleasure. She spread her legs wide apart, hummed, and I pushed further in. Heat and softness surrounded my cock.

I pumped in and out a couple times, I leaned down to kiss her, and her arms came up under my arms, she grasped my shoulders and molded herself up against me. I sank all the way in, pressing deeply inside. We wiggled our hips against one another and settled into a long, deep kiss.

When we finally broke the kiss, I looked directly into her eyes. Her face was all sweaty, and I suddenly realized I was extremely hot.

I pulled my hips back slowly. I pushed back in.

We began a slow, deep rocking motion. "Oh Dawn, you feel so good," I said.

Dawn was far more vocal than she had been before I left for Charlotte. "Faster, deeper" she said. "I want to feel you inside me."

We had a nice, sweaty, physical fuck. We tolerated the heat and humped like animals. Dawn's hands seemed to be everywhere, grabbing my ass, pinching my nipples, sliding up my sides, fingers dragging over my hips. We humped stronger, and her body moved with me. Her fingernails dug into my back. She bucked violently. I was very close. I drove hard and fast, and my cock suddenly lurched inside her. I pumped firmly and my body screamed forward, I felt myself expanding, I felt every inch of her beautiful vagina hugging me.

"Oh Dawn!" I yelled.

I exploded, and I think I yelled out again. I throbbed strongly, pumping my semen inside her.

When I was finally aware of where I was, Dawn hands were clutching my shoulders hard. Her face was flushed, and a little dark river of mascara ran down her cheek.

And I was burning up. I dropped off to the side, sweat running down my face and back.

It was hot. Man, was it ever hot! I gasped for air and put my hand on Dawn's belly. She was as hot as a pie straight out of the oven.

I inhaled, gathering up enough oxygen to say a few words. I felt light-headed. But Dawn! She was incredible!

But I needed to get out of that apartment. Sweat ran down my chest in a river. I needed to get out somewhere to cool off. But I didn't want to leave Dawn. I wanted her with me.

"Man, it's hot," she panted, and she wiped her face with her hand.

"Maybe we should go for a drive or something," I said.

"Now?"

I forced myself to breathe slower. Man, who would have guessed Dawn would be such a great fuck?

A drop of sweat stung my eyes, and I wiped my forehead. "It's too hot in here," I said. Dawn's face, too, dripped, and a sheen glistened between her breasts. I took another deep breath. "I can't sleep in this heat," I said. "Let's get out of here for a couple hours and wait for it to cool off." My lungs began to feel more normal. "Are you hungry? We could go get something to eat."

"I'm not hungry." She sighed deeply.

"I don't know. Maybe we can go find a place where we can look at the stars, or something."

Dawn's eyes lit up, and she rolled on her side. I looked at the arc of her hip, and I felt a slight leap in my chest. "You want to look at stars?" she said. Her voice had a sing-song tone that I had not heard before. Had I hit a soft spot? Stargazing? Was Dawn a stargazer?

She bounced out of bed and jogged to the bathroom. The shower hissed to life. I pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt, and gathered up a couple of colorful Indian-style blankets for us to lie on. Dawn was soon out of the bathroom, dressed and smiling. "I know a place," she said.

And we sped out of town, leaving the bright city lights behind. The further we drove, the darker it got. Fir trees soon crowded in on the road like the walls of a maze. We drove for miles through the dark forest. Dawn directed me to a side road, and I followed it, swerving around until we came out at a clearing in the trees. There was a gentle, grassy hill a few hundred yards ahead. I stopped the car at the base of the hill and shut off the engine.

It was very quiet. Frogs chirped nearby.

It was warm outside, but not nearly as hot as my apartment. We carried the blankets up to the top of the hill and spread them out. Dawn and I lay down at right angles, our shoulders touching, our hair mingling. I took hold of Dawn's hand. It was warm and felt nice. Her fingers slipped between mine. We stared up into the black sky, at the profusion of pinpoint lights.

"Look at them all." For some reason I thought I had to whisper.

Dawn sighed. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"When I was in Charlotte, I couldn't see a single star at night. Too much light, and too much haze."

"I've always loved looking at the stars. Do you know there is a story behind every constellation? Ancient Greek myths."

"Yeah?" I said. "Do you know them?"

"I read a bunch of them a long time ago, but I don't really remember them."

"I don't suppose those ancient Greek myths are all that useful in modern America."


Seeing Stars



My waitress Stella pushed a scrap of paper across the table. Her hand lingered for a second and my eyes were distracted by the glittery blue nail polish she wore. I wondered vaguely just how many different shades of polish she owned before my eyes landed on what she'd written. I stared in disbelief at what I saw: five letters, seven numbers, and a little heart drawn underneath. 

"What's this?" I looked up at her, confused, and she leaned close and smiled.

"My number, silly." 

"I can see that, but—" 

"Elliot," she said, drawing my name out slowly and leaning closer. Her voice had a teasing lilt to it, and her plump mouth curved in a knowing smile, drawing my full attention. "Do you really not know? I've been flirting with you for months, waiting for you to ask me out." Her voice was low, but I glanced around unconsciously anyway, nervous of anyone listening. "I know you're single. And I've seen you checking me out, so I'm pretty sure you're not gay. I'm pretty sure you're interested..." 

She continued leaning closer, bringing her face level with mine, and my eyes slid from hers, drawn to the view she was giving me down the front of her orange and yellow striped top.

"I've been thinking maybe you're too shy to ask, so...I decided I'd make it easier for you."

She paused and crossed her arms below her breasts. I watched her cleavage rise like mercury in a thermometer and felt my body respond as a rush of arousal sent my blood pumping fast. I had to drag my eyes back to meet hers.

"I want to get to know you better, Elliot. Somewhere where we can sit and talk for a while." She paused for a second, searching my eyes and then looked meaningfully at my coffee cup, which she'd just refilled. "How about coffee. Six-thirty. Ferris Bakery on Oaklawn Avenue." Those were statements, not questions. She cocked her head, still smiling. "You know it?"

I nodded and managed to croak out a noise of affirmation, my eyes inadvertently dropping again and zeroing in on the deep cleft between her soft breasts. When I looked back up at her, her smile had grown and her eyes shone with excitement. 

"Awesome," she said brightly. "I'll meet you there." 

And then she straightened, picked up the coffee carafe, turned, and flounced back to the kitchen, the fabric of her skirt swishing over her round backside, and I stared in complete disbelief, a little alarmed and a lot turned on.

She'd been my waitress for over a year, so she wasn't a total stranger, but it would be a stretch to say we knew each other in any meaningful way, more of an artificial but pleasant and not uncomfortable way. I knew her, but I didn't really know her, if you know what I mean.

I found it hard to believe she'd been flirting with me for months—with me. I'd noticed she was friendly, lingering at my table at times just to chat, touching my shoulder now and again when she laughed at something I said, but she was a naturally gregarious person, full of energy and always smiling, so I'd just assumed the attention she gave me was nothing special, it was simply how she treated her customers. But apparently I was wrong, as unbelievable as that sounded to me.

Her name seemed a perfect fit for her personality: Stella, Latin for star. She had a bright intensity, a friendly, open attitude about her, and the self confidence she possessed only made her seem brighter, more vibrant. She withheld nothing, voicing her opinions without hesitation, laughing easily and often, her face always busy with emotion. Many times I'd marveled at how comfortable she was in her own body, in the way she looked—her colorful clothes, her bright silver jewelry, the dyed streak of fire-engine red in her dark hair, and the way she moved through the room and the world. She had a power about her, an intangible something that people responded to. I could see it in the faces of her regular customers, the way they lit up when she greeted them. I know I never left the cafe without feeling a little better than I did when I came in. Even in the darkest days of my divorce, Stella made the world seem a little brighter.

And while she wasn't a classic beauty or a super model, she was beautiful, without question. She had big brown eyes and skin the color of caramel, possibly the result of bi-racial parentage, and a smattering of freckles across her nose, like stars. Her long, dark hair was wavy and she wore it in a thousand different configurations—up and down, braided and pinned, short then long, then short again, and more often than not, there was a streak or two of artificial color in it—bright red, copper orange, and once, even a deep purple. Before I met her I might have dismissed her as insecure, that her outrageous dress and hair were just bids for attention, but after being around her for a while, it was obvious that the way she looked, the way she dressed, the many tiny star tattoos that circled one wrist and swirled up her arm were all physical manifestations of her colorful personality.

I liked her. She was impossible not to like, and I confess to having looked at her from a less objective point of view than I normally viewed women. She didn't dress provocatively, but the striped leggings, the flared skirts and snug-fitting shirts drew and caught my eye, and once she had my attention, I found it hard to look away, impossible not to follow the curves of her body as she turned and moved. So, even though I'd never dreamed she'd be interested in me, never dreamed she'd be a woman I could approach, let alone have anything in common with, I did allow myself to check her out now and then; I'm only human, after all. 

She was around 5'4" with a full backside and breasts—curvaceous in a sensual way, the lines of her young body pulled my eyes along like a car on a roller coaster. She inhabited her body with remarkable ease, her hips swaying and her breasts bouncing as she hustled around the room filling coffee and removing empty plates. And smiling—always smiling. She was the definition of sexy, a word I had let slip from my vocabulary ten years into my marriage. 

The last time I'd been on a date I was in college. That was more than twenty-five years ago. It was an understatement to say I was out of practice with women. I definitely was, but more than that, I was out of my depths with a beautiful young woman like Stella, and utterly confused by her advance. What did she want? Was she really attracted to me? Was this a date to her, or just what she'd said—coffee, a chance to get to know each other better? Somehow, given the way she'd presented her lovely breasts to my view, the way she'd waited, making sure I looked, and the smile she'd worn once my eyes had made their way back to hers, I thought—however insane the idea was—that she wanted more than conversation.

The bakery was crowded inside, but I caught sight of Stella right away. She was at the counter talking with a good-looking guy her age. He had a huge smile on his face, a smile I recognized from other customers in the cafe when they talked with Stella, one I suspected I wore as well when she lingered at my table to chat. She was wearing a tailored, yellow denim jacket and a peacock blue skirt that ended just above her knees. I was accustomed to seeing her in tights and leggings, often patterned or bright colors, but tonight her legs were bare, and instead of the usual her usual work footwear—a seemingly endless variety of colorful sneakers with even more colorful laces—she had on a pair of heeled shoes in a shiny yellow patent leather. 

I watched her toss her head as she chatted, saw the boy smile back, obviously entranced, and thought they looked like a good couple—same age, both attractive. So how it me, meeting her? When she turned and saw me and smiled, I felt warm all over and the how seemed much less important.

"You made it," she said. "I was worried you wouldn't come." She clasped her hands in front of her face, grinning, and when she spoke her voice went momentarily shrill, her words caught in a squeal of delight. "I'm so excited!"

"I uh—I did," I said lamely, taken aback by her genuine enthusiasm. I was aware of the boy behind the counter staring at me with interest. I couldn't imagine what he was thinking. "Have you been waiting?"

"No, just got here." She continued to smile, her eyes focused on mine. "Your timing is perfect."

We got coffees, paused at the bar next to the cash register so she could add cream and sugar—three sugars, I noticed—and headed toward a table at the far side of the room. It was crowded and I followed Stella, noticing how easily she navigated the maze of chairs and elbows and heads—clearly a skill she'd picked up waiting tables.

She took off her jacket at the table and draped it on the back of her chair before she sat down, and my eyes were drawn to the pale yellow top she was wearing, or, to be more specific, the way it draped across her breasts and the unmistakable protrusion of hard nipples beneath the thin fabric. 

"Wow, it's totally packed in here," she observed, glancing around the room. "I hope you don't mind."

I shook myself and sat down.

"No, I don't mind at all."

"Good. I love this place. They make the best cupcakes and cakes." She smiled. "Sooo...Elliot." She picked up her cupcake and began to peel the paper from the bottom, her head tilted slightly in amusement as she did. "I have a zillion questions to ask you."

"You do? A zillion?"

"At least. I want to know all about you. Tell me everything."

She took a bite of her cupcake and looked at me expectantly. I was surprised by the way she leaped into the conversation—no chit chat, no warm-up—and not sure how to respond. Not to mention, her interest in me was confusing. Exciting, but confusing.

"That's a pretty broad topic...what do you want to know?"

She shrugged, her mouth still full.

"Ah, let's see. Not a lot to tell." I wasn't sure what about me would interest her, or what I had to share that she'd want to hear, but as I searched my brain for something of interest, I realized just how true it was; there wasn't much to tell. What had I done with my life so far? What had I accomplished? 

"I work downtown, at the courthouse as a clerk," I said. "It sounds more important than it is," I added, seeing her expression of interest. "It's interesting, but it's more or less a glorified secretarial position."

"Secretaries are what keep businesses running," she said matter-of-factly. "Big wigs would lose their wigs without a good secretary."

She took a sip of her coffee, still studying me.

"That's true, but it's not a very glamorous job."

"Hmm. Not like waiting tables," she said. "Now that's glamorous. Everybody wants to be a waitress."

I laughed, my embarrassment eased a little.

"Tell me more," she said, picking up her cupcake again. "Tell me where you live. What do you like to do? Hobbies, sports, all that. You were married, right? Tell me about that—about your wife. Did you guys have kids? Pets?"

"Woah," I said, laughing. "Slow down."

"Told you," she said, looking at me seriously. "I have a zillion questions. This is just the tip of the iceberg, mister."

I answered each question in turn while she finished her cupcake, a self-conscious excitement building inside me. My whole body was buzzing with a strange arousal. I hadn't talked so much about myself in my whole life, and to have this beautiful girl's attention on me as I did was a heady experience. Every question I answered made her think of two more, and her interest in everything I said seemed genuine. 

She wasn't afraid to ask direct or personal questions, which I found as refreshing as I found it frightening. I couldn't believe the things I was saying out loud, let alone out loud in a crowded bakery. I was grateful for the chaotic atmosphere and the music as I was pretty sure no one around us could hear. 

She wanted to know all about my wife and our marriage, and as I told her, she reacted with such honest emotion I found myself describing the way our sex life had dwindled, how my wife's modesty had grown and I, through what I thought was love and respect for her doubts about her body and her sexual desire, had given her more space, leaving her feeling even more conflicted and insecure. 

"Her childhood was more strict than mine," I said. "I had my share of Catholic guilt about sex, but it was nothing compared to hers. I guess it's harder for women.

"Looking back, I'm not sure she ever enjoyed sex. Maybe when we were in college, when we first met it was exciting and new, but after we got married..." I trailed off, remembering. "I think she tried, but her beliefs were at odds with her desires, and by the time our son left for college the space between us was just too big, and she had filled that space with religion," I said. The painful memory stung for a second. "So in a way, she didn't need me anymore; she had God."

"Ironic," Stella commented. "Sounds like religion is what made sex a problem to begin with."

I nodded, impressed by her astute observation. "Exactly."

"I feel bad for your wife," she continued. "I mean, I can tell it was no picnic for you, but she's really missing out, not enjoying sex. I know it's not the most important thing in life, but it's a really nice thing in life, you know? We spend so much of our lives feeling miserable and worrying about things. It's a shame sex can't just be fun and relaxing. Instead, it makes people feel guilty and sinful."

I watched her chase a pink sprinkle across her saucer until she trapped it under her finger. "I love sex," she said dreamily, almost to herself. Then she lifted her finger to her mouth and her eyes to mine and watched me watch her wrap her lips around her fingertip and suck. She withdrew the finger with a soft kissing sound and smiled. "Don't you?"

"I—ah..." My words left me for a moment and I noticed with alarm that I was getting hard.

"Drive me home, Eliot," she said, shifting her weight and standing. "We can talk more in the car."

The abrupt change of focus confused me for a second, but I followed her lead, watching her shrug her yellow jacket on. She flipped her brown hair over her shoulder and smiled at me. No, she beamed. "Where did you park?"

She followed me out onto the street into the chilly spring evening. Immediately she looped her arm through mine and pressed herself against my side. I tried not to show my shock, but I was pretty sure she saw it in my face when she looked up at me. 

"Oooh it's cold," she squealed. "What is this? I thought it was Spring."

I caught sight of our reflection in the window of the dark store next to the bakery and stared, almost surprised to see it was real. There was bright Stella, in yellow and blue, clinging to my arm, while I nearly disappeared into the dim evening in my grey suit. But it was real—I felt the heat of her body and the pressure of her elbow linked with mine. 

"Which way?" She tugged at my arm lightly and I shook myself and looked around, not sure at first which way I'd come.

We walked for a few blocks, Stella hanging on my arm, still asking questions. I was aware of people glancing at us and wondered if they thought I was her father, if they even noticed me at all. I knew why they were looking at her; she was nearly impossible to ignore.

We were a block from the car when I managed to turn the conversation around. I'd been longing to ask my own questions all evening, but she'd dominated the conversation so skillfully I hadn't had a chance.

"Enough about me. It's your turn," I said. "Tell me about you."

I listened with interest as she spoke, stealing glances as we walked, enjoying the curves of her profile, my eyes lingering on her plump lips. Each new fact she relayed was more surprising than the last.

"I grew up in total chaos. I had a very loving family, but they were a mess—big on vices and with no self control. They're not mean or violent or anything like that, but they can't resist pleasure and they can't help but go to the extreme." She paused, thoughtful for a second. "I guess I should include myself in that, but I'm not nearly as out of control as my mom and her siblings. I think I have at least a little self-control."

She looked at me then and when I met her eye she smiled slyly, a hint of a wink in the way her eyes narrowed.

"Anyway," she said, holding my gaze for a few heartbeats, and making my heart race. "They're all big drinkers, and gamblers and womanizers, well the men anyway. My mom wasn't into gambling, but she was a real pleasure-seeker. She was really young when she started having sex. I don't know how young, but she had me when she was 16.

"There was always drama in the house—my uncles were always getting into trouble, getting arrested and stuff. They were wild, and my grandmother couldn't do anything to tame them. Believe me, she tried. She was tireless. Kind of scary to think of how much more trouble they would have gotten into if she hadn't been there."

Stella sighed and I felt her snuggle against me a little more, as if seeking my warmth or comfort. "My poor grandmother. She was the most devoted and patient mother, but she had her hands full with my mom and her brothers. I honestly think they just wore her out. And my grandfather was great, but not any help in that respect—he just left it all to her to sort out because she was the woman and the kids were her job. She always said she felt more like a lion tamer than a mother."

Stella was quiet for a second and I glanced at her, wondering what she was thinking.

"You were close to your grandmother?" I guessed.

"Oh yeah, we all were. I mean, her kids were a mess, but they loved her. Even my uncles and my mom—when they left, they still called her all the time."

"Your mom left?"

We'd reached my car and I held the door as she slid into the passenger seat. My mind was busy with her story, but my eyes didn't miss the sight of her legs as she lifted them and swung them into the car, giving me the briefest glimpse of her smooth inner thigh beneath her skirt.

I closed the car door and came around the back, aware again of how turned on I felt. A thought raced through my brain with equal parts alarm and excitement: I'm driving her home. Would she want me to come in? Would I, if she asked?

"She just couldn't do it," Stella continued once I was seated in the car. "She was just a kid when I was born. I mean she was young, but she was also really immature emotionally. She wasn't ready to be a mom, she wanted to keep partying and having fun, so she took off."

"She just left?" I asked, amazed. 

"Just didn't come home one night. She'd done it before, but she'd always shown up early in the morning, so it didn't scare my grandparents too much at the time, but then she called the next day and said she wasn't coming back for a while. She'd hitched a ride with some guy and was going to Florida."

"She didn't come back?" I was incredulous.

"Oh, she did. But not for three years, and then she didn't stay for long before she met some other guy and went off with him. She called all the time, though, and after a while I think I just didn't think it was weird she wasn't here.

"I don't remember missing her, really. That probably sounds awful, but I had my grandparents, and the house was always busy with neighbors and family friends around...and I had school friends, and cousins." She shrugged. "I don't know, it sounds worse than it was. I mean, it was hard on my grandmother, it's probably what killed her—the stress—but I had a very happy childhood."

She shifted her legs, uncrossing and crossing them again, and I couldn't help my sideways glance. She saw me looking and smiled.

"What else do you want to know?"

I was still recovering from all the information she'd given me, unable to imagine a family in so much trouble. Stella was impulsive, that was obvious, but she didn't seem reckless, not self-destructive like that, but I couldn't help wondering if she was less in control than she seemed. 




Seeing Stars



It took me a minute to compose my thoughts. Once I did, I asked a few simple questions—whether she was a student, how long she'd lived in the city, if she lived alone and she answered each just as simply, interrupting herself a few times to give me directions toward her neighborhood.

"What do you really want to ask me, Eliot?" She turned her body slightly so her torso was facing me and I felt her looking at me carefully. "I mean really ask me."

An understatement. I had so many questions, I wasn't sure where to start.

"Surely you have a boyfriend?" I blurted out.

She laughed and shook her head.

"No, not really," she said. "I have a lover, though."

"A lover?" I couldn't help my curious interest.

"Yeah, he's someone I've known forever. We're not a couple or anything, just, you know, lovers."

She said it casually, but I could see her watching my reaction.

"Ira's older—maybe a little younger than you are—and he lives in California, so he's not around much, but when he is, he stays for a week or two. He has family around here."

A hundred new questions popped into my head, but I was quiet for a second, letting the words soak into my brain. She had a lover. An older lover. Younger than me, but that made him at least in his 40's.

"We see other people, though. Neither of us wants a relationship. And it just wouldn't work out anyway, with the distance, so we're not really a couple. Actually, he encouraged me to approach you."

"He did?" I looked at her with surprise.

She nodded. "I told him about you."

"About me?" My body reacted immediately. I felt myself go hot and the ache in my lap intensified. 

She nodded again. "Mmhmm."

I wasn't sure what she could have told him, but decided I didn't want to ask. I turned my attention back to the road.

"I told him you hadn't asked me out, even though I'd been super obvious about being interested in you. Jesus, I practically draped myself all over you, Eliot. How'd you miss that?" She laughed to herself, and her teasing only made me grow harder. "Anyway, Ira told me I should just ask you out. So I did." 

I shifted in my seat, wishing I could adjust myself to make room for my aching erection.

"Anything else you want to know?"

Only a hundred things. Only everything. Who was this guy—her mysterious older lover who wanted her to ask me out? What kind of relationship did they have that he'd actually encourage her to date? Who did that?

"He's really OK with you dating other men?"

"Sure. We don't have a normal relationship. I mean, it's...well, it's complex, you know? The age thing, and the fact that it's long distance, and...well, it just wouldn't make sense for us to be a couple. We're really close, though. It's not just about the sex."

The word seemed to hang in the air for a few seconds, lingering between us, tainting the air the way the sweet strawberry scent of Stella did when she was nearby. 

"But there are too many things about it that would make it weird as a relationship. So..."

It seemed like she was holding something back, but I wasn't sure what. I didn't want to press her, but my curiosity about this man had been stirred up.

"What does he do?"

"Ira? Oh, he's a personal trainer in LA. He helps people work out." She laughed. "And they pay him ridiculous amounts of money. I think some of his clients are celebrities or something, I don't know." She waved her hand in the air dismissively, her silver bracelets jingling musically. "I don't care about celebrities, all I know is he works out for a living, so it's pretty much his dream come true."

An image popped into my head, unbidden, of a good looking, muscular middle-aged man with a California tan and a gleaming smile. Why, if she had that guy, was she interested in me? And where did this sudden feeling of insecurity come from?

"Is it too weird?" She looked at me carefully. "Are you freaked out?"

"No," I said quickly. "It's just..."

She reached out and her hand touched mine for just a second, her fingers light and hot on my skin. "Because I like you, Eliot. I know I'm really forward and probably making you uncomfortable, but I've been wanting to get to know you for so long. I think you're really sweet..."

I stared ahead blankly, my pulse growing faster, my thickening penis so constricted by the layers of fabric it was beginning to hurt.

"And now that I've gotten to talk to you a little, I want to know you even better. I want you to come back to my apartment, Eliot. Tonight."

I didn't look at her, but there could be no mistaking her intentions at that moment; the car was full of an electric desire.

"I don't know, Stella," I said, half alarmed, half dazed. I wanted to say yes, but I wasn't sure I could handle her, and that was the truth. "I think...I think you're out of my league."

I spared a quick glance and saw her face transform into exaggerated excitement. "You're in a league? Cool! What one? The League of Sexy Civil Servants?"

I laughed nervously. Had she just called me sexy? 

"What are you worried about? Is it the age difference?"

"No," I said. "Well, yes, a little, but not really. What I mean to say is, I think I'm not...I don't have..."

I could feel her still looking at me, even as she directed me up residential streets toward her apartment. I had no idea what I was worried about, but I knew I felt in over my head. This girl was wild, impulsive, and highly sexual. She was the kind of girl my mother would have warned me about if we'd ever had such conversations. 

And while her advance was exciting beyond belief, and I felt better at this moment than I'd felt in decades, I wasn't sure I could hold my own, so to speak. She had far more experience than I did, and the idea was thrilling, but terrifying at the same time. I was twice her age. Could I keep up with her? Could I compare with Ira?

"It's been a long time..." I said finally, recognizing that the statement didn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I was feeling at that moment. 

"How long?"

I tried to remember the last time my wife and I had had sex. I couldn't.

"Too long to remember," I admitted.

She put her hand on my arm and leaned closer.

"Then you definitely need to come in," she said, not looking out the windshield. "I'm all the way at the end of this street. 236. On the right. You can pull up in front of the house and park on the street."

My heart surged and for a half a minute neither of us spoke as I pulled up in front of a dark, two-story brick building.

"What are you worried about?" She asked again.

I turned off the motor and looked at her. She seemed so much closer than before. Her expressive brown eyes showed curiosity and concern; she was taking me very seriously. I could smell her perfume or shampoo, something soft and girly with an edge of sweetness to it.

"I'm not that scary am I?"

I didn't answer. In part because I was scared and it seemed ludicrous, but also because she was leaning toward me, coming closer. Her hand touched my knee and I jumped, the contact reverberating through my whole body, cranking up my arousal.

I have heard that in times of intense stress or emotion a person can dissociate from the actual events and view them as if from afar, disconnected and protected to a degree from the sensory experiences. Maybe that's what happened to me as Stella leaned close. I calmly observed the fullness of her pink lips, noticed the brief glimpse of her tongue as she wet them, and felt the slow movement of her hand as it crept higher and higher up my thigh. I'd never thought a kiss could be traumatic, but the closer Stella's mouth got to mine, the more I knew without a doubt she was about to turn my whole world upside down; nothing would be the same again.

She didn't close her eyes at first. She pressed her lips to mine and kissed me softly. She watched me for a second and I could feel her testing me, waiting to see if I'd object. When I didn't, she closed her eyes and kissed me again, her lips unbelievably soft against mine. Meanwhile, her hand crept higher still and I caught myself gripping my seat in tense anticipation. My head felt heavy and thick as I began to feel the pleasure, my rational brain no longer holding me back, and when I finally kissed her back she reacted with a tiny hum of excitement.

I was hard and aching and her hand still moved upward, stroking my thigh, intensifying the discomfort I was feeling. It was almost impossible to not shift in my seat and adjust myself to give my erection room to grow, but at the same time I felt frozen in place, afraid to do anything that might break the spell.

Stella's tongue split my lips and she turned her head slightly, angling the kiss, dragging her tongue along my bottom lip. I groaned and then groaned again as she sucked my lip between her teeth briefly. The heat and the pressure made my distressed erection throb painfully, and then her hand slid across it and I groaned a third time, louder and with more than a little desperation.

She drew back and I could see the excitement in her expression. She looked down, her hand just teasingly running along the length of my penis. When she looked back up at me she smiled, pleased.

"Stella..." I thought I should assert myself, slow things down, or stop them somehow. I had no idea how.

"Come inside, Eliot," she said softly. "We can do anything. Anything you want...and we can go slow...and if all you want to do is talk, we can do that..."

I was turned on and thrilled by the situation, but I was afraid too. I was afraid of my own inexperience, and a little afraid of her. I knew it was ridiculous, but nothing I'd ever done in my life had prepared me for this—for a headstrong woman's sexual appetite.

"Stella, I don't think—"

"Just come inside," she said. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. OK? I won't hurt you, silly."

I managed a nervous laugh. 

"But I warn you: I have a few tricks, and I'm not afraid to use them."

There was a note of seriousness in her teasing, and I had no doubt she had at her disposal many tricks. I also had no doubt I'd fold, that it wouldn't take much to convince me to stay. She certainly didn't have to convince me to follow her, and soon she was turning a key in a dark doorway at the back of the house. She led me through into complete darkness and as the door clicked shut behind me I felt my heart jump.

She flicked on the light and I found myself standing at the bottom of a narrow, wooden staircase. The floor was littered with discarded shoes and behind me I found Stella shrugging her way out of her coat at the same time she was adding her shoes to the pile. I paused, staring for a second at her bare feet and the glitter of her toenails, noticing it matched her fingers.

"No shoes upstairs," she said, and I almost took a step back when she knelt in front of me and began to untie them. "If you don't mind."

With her face level with my crotch and the strange, intimate sensation as she untied each of my shoes and held them as I stepped out, I felt my whole body go hot. My erection had waned a little since we'd left the car, but the close proximity to Stella's mouth perked it right back up. She put my shoes to the side and paused for a half a second, looking up at me with eyes full of suggestive desires. 

The whole scene was surreal to me. Nothing, I mean nothing in my life had been half this exciting. I tried to reach back into my memory to find something to compare it to, but nothing came close. My first kiss? The first time I'd had sex? I wondered if I'd even been alive all those years.

When she stood she trailed her hand up my body letting it stop on my growing erection at the same time she stood up on her tip toes, offering her mouth for a kiss. I didn't hesitate to meet her and she let her hand continue up my body, traveling up my chest to curl around my neck and pull me closer, more deeply into the kiss. At the same time she pressed herself against me, trapping my erection between us and making my mind go temporarily blank from the pleasure. Oh, she knew some tricks, alright.

She drew back, letting go of me and turned, making her way up the stairs. I followed without needing an invitation and enjoyed the view I had of her backside twitching beneath the silky fabric of her skirt as she climbed the stairs. She unlocked the door at the top of the stairs and stepped through into darkness. I trailed behind and waited until she turned on the light.

The room we entered was a riot of color and for a moment I was struck by how familiar it seemed until I realized it looked like Stella—exactly the way I would have imagined her apartment to be decorated. It was tiny, a kitchen and dining area on the far wall, two doors to our right I assumed were a bathroom and a bedroom, and the living room in which we stood.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the apartment, closing the door behind me, and twirled around excitedly, her skirt flaring as she did, the hem rising on her thighs.

"Oh my God, this is so exciting," she squealed. "You have no idea."

I would have been incredulous, but she didn't give me time. She backed away from me, her expression pure delight. "Just give me one minute, OK?"

I was stunned and for a second just stared as she retreated and entered one of the rooms to our right, closing the door softly behind her. Then I took in my surroundings, still in a daze. There were bookcases crammed with books and CD's, a long couch covered with bright, patterned pillows. On the walls were hung large pieces of printed fabric in rich, earthy reds and golds, giving the room a warm, cozy feeling.

My eye was drawn to a bulletin board near the kitchen—or more specifically, to the photos pinned there. I scanned them, smiling each time I recognized Stella in one of her many incarnations. One showed her with a group of older men and women and I guessed they were her family—they had the exact same mischievous smile. Another showed her with some people who looked to be her age, friends I assumed, and then my eyes were drawn to one of her and a man with dark hair. I judged him to be a few years younger than me, in his 40's, with wavy hair to his shoulders and a wide smile. He had his arm around Stella's shoulder and she was laughing, open-mouthed, looking beautiful. They looked totally at ease, and completely happy. He was very good looking, and I was surprised to find my spirits sinking as I compared myself to him, certain this was her lover, Ira.

He seemed virile and strong, although it was hard to tell his physique by what little showed in the photo, but the arm around her shoulder had muscles mine never had. I remembered her saying he worked out for a living and felt my heart sink; I'd never lifted a weight in my life. 

I knew I wasn't an ugly man, but I was no prize catch either. My blonde hair was thinning, my face was lined, and my body was undeniably the body of a man who had done nothing more strenuous in his life than run to catch the bus. I hadn't gained weight in middle age the way some of my friends had, if anything I felt thinner and bonier than ever, but I felt each and every one of my 47 years weighing me down. 

I stared at the photo, imagining Stella must feel very safe in those strong arms. Ira's expression was so confident, so relaxed, like he had no cares in the world and all the energy to shower Stella with the love and affection she deserved. I sighed, feeling a little defeated.

Stella appeared at my elbow and ran her hand up my arm. 

"Ohh," she said as she leaned against me, looking at the photo and then up at my face. I felt her studying me, but couldn't tear my eyes away from the photo. "That's not a happy expression," she observed.

She tugged at my arm I tore my eyes from those grinning faces, giving her my full attention.

"It's freaking you out, isn't it?" she said, looking uncertain. "That I have this other lover."

I shook my head. "No, it's not that." I realized it was true; I didn't mind that she had other lovers. "That doesn't bother me. I'm not jealous either. It's more that I can't understand..." I glanced over at the photo again without thinking. "What you could possibly see in me compared to him?"

"Well, what's so wrong with you?" she asked. She took both my hands and put them on her waist.

I laughed uncomfortably. "I'm not a young man anymore, Stella. I'm not fit or muscular...I'm losing my hair...I'm—"

"Just how shallow do you think I am, Eliot?" She gave me an exaggerated expression of offense. "You think I'm only attracted to one kind of man? Besides, sexy just is, you can't explain it, and I think you're sexy, what else is there to say?"

"You think I'm sexy." I repeated, my voice complete disbelief. "Stella, I'm not sexy."

She laughed, her bright face stretching in a grin and she ran her hands up my chest slowly, following the edges of my jacket lapels. 

"That's not what I think," she said smiling a hungry smile.

"But—"

"Oh whatever. Your opinion doesn't matter." She stepped a little closer and continued moving her hands up my chest. "You don't get to tell me what turns me on."

I knew she had a point—that explaining attraction wasn't always straight forward, but still...

"I don't know what it is, Eliot. I know I like talking with you, and you're nice. Nice can be sexy, you know," she added, seeing my expression of disappointment. "I like your smile, and your blue eyes, and the creases around your mouth when you laugh." My hands twitched involuntarily against her waist. I could tell she was being honest, she wasn't just stringing me along or stroking my ego. 

"I like that you're so smart, and generous...and sweet. To be honest, I've never been with a guy who was sweet like you are. I don't know...I just wondered what you were like, what it would be like to be with you. I was curious."

I stared at her, not sure what to think. Was I just a sexual lark? And if so, was that a bad thing?

"And the more I thought about you, the more I wondered what you were really like, the more I wanted to know. You're always so polite. You're like...a total gentleman."

"Ira's not a gentleman?" I asked before I could stop myself; it sounded so jealous.

"Oh my God," she laughed. "No! Ira is...oh man, Ira's just Ira." She shook her head. "He's...I don't even know." She laughed again and I wanted to press her for more details but she spoke before I could, and the more serious tone of her voice made me listen instead.

"Eliot," she said softly. "I want you. I mean, I really want you—right now. Just you." She slid her hands higher and began to remove my jacket. There was something persuasive in the gentle tone of her voice and I realized she was trying to reassure me. "You worry too much. I'm turned on by you, isn't that enough? Let's just let it happen. Nothing else matters but right now, right here. You and me."

Reluctantly I let my hands slip from her waist and allowed her to push my jacket from my arms. I watched her drape it carefully over the arm of the couch, understanding what she was saying. I knew I was being a fool to even worry about Ira when she obviously had every intention of seducing me.

"Just let it happen," she said. "Let it feel good."

She stepped backward, leading me toward the room she'd disappeared into a minute earlier, and excitement dulled my insecurity. I let her pull me silently toward the open door.

My heart quickened as we entered and immediately I could feel myself getting hard again when I spotted the bed against one wall and knew that was our destination. I took in the room in one quick scan, barely looking, but my eye pausing on a few things—an overflowing closet displaying an impressive array of color, an untidy bookshelf full of novels, and above the bed a print of what looked like a stained glass window in deep cobalt blue with images of birds and stars rising up. 




Seeing Stars



I let her lead me and then turn me around until the bed was just behind me. She slid my hands to her waist and her own up and over my chest, reaching for my neck to pull me close for a kiss. I thought about resisting, but it was a fleeting thought, engulfed by a rising feeling of lust. Her lips touched mine, her fingers curled against my neck, and we kissed with a passion that surprised me, it was so intense.

She felt it too. Her mouth opened against mine and sighed, pulling at my neck as if she could pull me any closer. Then her hands were working at my buttons, making swift progress downward, and in what seemed like an impossibly short amount of time, she had my chest bared and was pushing the sleeves down my arms. Through it all, her mouth didn't leave mine, and her kisses grew more and more forceful. I'd only ever kissed my wife, and never with this much passion, so the way she varied her kisses from slow and deep and passionate, building to an almost fevered, desperate pace punctuated with little gasps of delight was intoxicating. I felt completely at her mercy.

When my arms were free of my shirt sleeves she let the fabric drop and turned her attention to the front of my trousers. She drew back then and her motions slowed as she drew my belt from the buckle.

"I'm going to guess your wife didn't like giving blow jobs," she said, slipping the leather from my belt loops. I should have been used to her candid language by now, but the direct comment startled me. "I've heard it's the first thing to go."

Two deft movements and she had my button undone and my zipper lowered. She was obviously experienced, and I knew I should be grateful for that—I was sure I was in for a hell of a ride, so I tried not to think of how many times before or with how many men she'd done this very thing, maybe in this very position by this very bed. 

"Well, I like giving blow jobs," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "In fact, I've been dying to suck your cock, Eliot. For months."

I gasped involuntarily. My wife and I had never used language like that, nothing so provocative. If we'd had reason to talk at all during sex, I'm sure we would have used more clinical terminology. It had been a long time since I'd thought of my penis as a cock.

Stella smiled, reading my expression and liking what she saw. I felt her tugging at the waistband of my trousers and shorts, beginning to ease the fabric down my hips.

"I'm going to suck your cock until you come," she continued, her voice even softer. "I want you to come. I want you to fill my mouth."

I groaned, not sure I'd last a minute.

She continued easing my pants lower, still looking deep into my eyes. I felt the fabric slide over my erection and felt it bob forward, finally freed from the confines of my trousers. I had a moment of self doubt. Would I satisfy her? Would I measure up to her other lovers -- to Ira?

"I want you to empty yourself in my mouth and I'll drink every drop of your cum."

"Oh Jesus," I swore. "Stella."

The girl was outrageous. Thrilling. She let the fabric go slack in her hands and it slid down my legs, pooling at my feet. I was ready to step out of it when she spoke again.

"Just one thing you have to do for me."

She wrapped her hand around my cock and I froze.

"What's that?" I croaked.

"Tell me to do it."

I stared at her blankly. "What?"

She nodded and began moving her hand slowly up and down the length of my erection, with the lightest touch, her skin silky against mine.

"Tell me to suck your cock. I want to hear you say it."

"Oh God." 

I'd never thought talk like this would turn me on, but the words coming out of Stella's full lips were awakening a long suppressed lust.

"Say it," she whispered.

She kissed me once and then dropped to her knees in front of me and I let out a groan as I stared at the fantastic scene before me—Stella on her knees, looking up at me, my cock in her hand. She stroked me slowly and waited.

"Tell me, Eliot. Tell me what you want me to do."

I opened my mouth, but couldn't form the words. Too many years of suppressing my desire had left me with an unreasonable fear. They were only words, but I couldn't free them.

She tilted her head and dropped it slightly, bringing her open mouth to the base of my cock. I felt the heat of her breath, but no contact, as she blew across my skin.

"I'm very good at this," she promised. I had no trouble believing her.

She dropped her head lower and blew again, sending a chill through me as her breath spread out over my scrotum. Just above her head, her hand still stroked me slowly and lightly. 

"I know you want to feel my mouth on your cock." 

She lifted her head again and touched me with her open mouth. For just a second her tongue flicked out, grazing the skin at the base of my cock. I groaned as a shock of pleasure zipped through me. I saw her smile and repeat the motion, this time letting her tongue make contact a little longer.

"To feel my lips around it." She licked again. "To feel it sliding over my tongue..." She licked again, moving upward now, and I watched in rapt surprise as she slowly made her way up, her hand cradling my cock as she did. "Don't you want to know how deep I can suck you?" She reached the head of my cock dragged her tongue up and down over the underside, applying pressure to the sensitive ridge just below the head. 

"Tell me," she prompted. "Tell me you want me to suck your cock."

I groaned her name and watched her angle my cock away from my body toward her mouth. I wanted it, I wanted everything she was promising me, but the words still stuck in my throat. 

She opened her mouth and brought the tip of my cock to her wet lips. She extended her tongue and laid the blunt head in the trough of her tongue and looked up at me expectantly.

"Holy shit," I swore as the heat of her tongue seared the skin of my cock. I could feel her soft breath moving up the length of my shaft and thought I would come right there and then, whether she sucked me or not.

She flexed her tongue and I felt her hand curl around my balls, cupping them in her palm.

"Oh God, Stella," I gasped, my words exploding from my mouth. "Suck me."

Her lips closed and the shock of her touch and my own request sent a powerful surge through me, making my head swim with pleasure. She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock for a moment and then pushed her head forward, taking me into her soft, velvet mouth, drawing a long and desperate, "Jesus Christ" from me.

She drew back and the sight of my thick cock wet with her saliva thrilled me. She smiled as she let the head pop from between her lips.

"Say it again," she said, and waited, looking up at me while she stroked me with one hand, her other hand gently kneading my balls. "I love it. It's so fucking sexy, Eliot."

I stared in disbelief at her genuine enthusiasm. My wife had never enjoyed oral sex, but here was this girl—this beautiful girl half my age who appeared to want nothing more than for me to tell her to suck my cock. She was unbelievably sexy.

She closed her lips around the head again and held it there, her hand moving up and down the shaft, her silver bracelets making music as they touched. She did something with her tongue on the underside of my cock at the same time her hand shifted between my legs and I felt an intense pressure build, thick with pleasure, but so overwhelming I thought I would faint.

"Fuuck," I groaned. "Oh Stella." I didn't usually swear, but Stella was pulling every foul word out of me with her clever tongue. She turned her head, her lips still tight around the head of my cock, and looked up at me. She was waiting for me to say it again, and I was pretty sure she'd wait a long time, holding me here in this agonizing state of painful pleasure. Her brow twitched slightly, a subtle pleading; she wanted it as much as I did.

"Suck me," I said in a strained voice. "Suck my cock, Stella."

She made a noise of excitement and moved her head forward, letting me slide between her lips. She bobbed her head then, the suction tight but gradually lessening as her pace increased. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

"Oh God, oh God," I moaned. "God, Stella..." I tried to hold my orgasm off, to turn my mind to something else, anything but the exquisite sensation of this young girl's talented mouth sliding up and down my cock, but it was impossible. I closed my eyes, but the sound of her wet mouth and the little hungry noises she was making filled my ears. It was obvious there was no way, apart from pushing her off of me, I would be able to delay coming.

She seemed to sense it, I don't know how, but she drew her lips off long enough to gasp a breath. "Do it, Eliot," she said quickly. "Come in my mouth."

A second later she took me deep into her mouth and I almost screamed with pleasure as her tongue wriggled beneath my cock, the back of her throat offering a soft resistance. She bobbed back and forth, taking me deep each time, her hand applying the lightest pressure to my tight balls. Her eagerness was obvious and I had no doubt she meant what she'd said; she really wanted me to come in her mouth. I started to warn her, but she pulled back as I did, somehow aware of how close I was, and began pumping her hand up and down my shaft, her lips held tight just at the end of my cock. Ready, waiting, wanting my cum.

"Fuck, Stella," I cried out. "I'm gonna come..." She answered with an excited noise and lifted her eyes to mine. Her lips slid a fraction of an inch lower and as the widest part of my cock head slid between them I felt the heat and pressure build in my balls, so intense I saw stars when I closed my eyes. A second later the pressure spiked and my cock jumped, pushing further into Stella's mouth. I moaned and babbled, panting, as two thick streams of semen erupted from my cock, one right after the other.

Stella whimpered with delight and I saw her swallow.

"Jesus fucking..." I swore before I shot another stream of cum into her closed mouth. She swallowed again and then opened her mouth, holding my cock against her extended tongue and I stared in blissful disbelief as my cock emptied again, flooding her tongue with a thick white fluid. It was lewd and it thrilled me. I swore again and she held still, waiting as the last spurts of cum dribbled onto her tongue, then she closed her mouth and swallowed a third time. She took my cock back into her mouth and pulled me all the way toward her until the tip touched the back of her soft throat where my cock pulsed weakly a few more times.

My cock left her mouth with a wet sound and she stood immediately and pushed me down onto the bed, climbing on top of me and kissing me hard.

"Oh my God, that was so hot," she panted. She kissed me again, her mouth wet and tasting like my own semen. "You turn me on so fucking much."

I lay breathing fast for a few seconds and she squirmed above me, kissing my face and throat, a warm, sleepy contentment spreading through me. She sat up, looked down at me, smiling with obvious arousal. If I had an imagination I might have thought I was dreaming the whole thing up, but I wasn't creative enough to come up with this, not with the scenario, not with the intensity and certainly never could I have invented Stella.

"I'm sorry," I panted. "I came so fast..."

She groaned and kissed me, her tongue snaking between my lips. "It was so fucking hot."

"You really did enjoy that," I said with wonder. She was beautiful with her messy hair and flushed face. 

"Are you kidding me? Fuck. It was hot as hell." She wriggled around on top of me excitedly. "You make me so wet, Eliot."

I couldn't hide my surprise. I should have believed her by now, but this whole experience was too bizarre for me to wrap my brain around. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this woman—for her sexual appetite and enthusiasm. My orgasm had been like a supernova—a powerful blast of pleasure exploding inside me—and nothing had come even remotely close to that intensity my whole life.

"You think I'm lying?"

She dropped her head and kissed me one more time before pushing herself up to a sitting position. She stripped off her top and I feasted my eyes on the cream colored satin bra that held her full breasts high and tight against her body. She reached behind her and undid the fastener and the next second I heard myself groan with pleasure as her breasts fell softly from the fabric, round and full and tipped with large nipples a slightly darker shade of brown than her skin.

"God, you're beautiful," I said in awe. Even her tattoos, which I'd never found attractive on a woman, added to, or were a part of her beauty. They dotted her skin like freckles, swirling up her arm and across her shoulders in a loose formation. I wondered if they reflected any real constellations, or if the stars themselves had meaning beyond the obvious—an echo of her name.

She smiled, tossed the bra behind her with a flourish, and shifted her weight, pushing herself up to stand above me. From my perspective, her body elongated, her legs stretching up, her breasts far away and as beautiful viewed from below as when she was right in front of me. She reached for the zipper at the back of her skirt and smiled down at me. The zipper stuck for a moment, and while she struggled with it she arched her back and I stared, enjoying the view.

Her hips tilted forward slightly, giving me more of a peek up her skirt. She wore a pair of cream colored panties beneath it that matched her discarded bra, and in the darkness against her brown skin, it clearly defined the curve of her pubis and the cleft that ran through the center, deepening as it met her full ass cheeks.

She fussed for a half a minute until the zipper came unstuck and the silky fabric went slack. She let it fall and balanced herself on one foot and then the other, giving me a lovely show, her thigh muscles flexing as she balanced, the fabric of her panties shifting as they stretched over her labia.

I looked up at her. I'd never seen a more beautiful sight. She had a little belly, just the slightest curve below her waist, and I watched as she ran her hands over it, looking down at me. She wasn't fat, not by any means, but I knew that little swell of flesh on many women would make them feel flawed. Stella obviously didn't share that opinion. She ran her hands up and over her breasts then down again, enjoying her own curves, clearly accepting and loving the way she was shaped. I lay watching, sharing her appreciation from below.

But it wasn't just her body, which to my eyes was flawless, that made her sexy. It was her attitude, her confidence, and the irrepressible spirit that shone through every movement. This woman loved life, and she lived it fully every second of the day, seeking pleasure and sharing it. It was one of the things about her that made her so appealing, so real.

She slid her hand the front of her panties, her fingers curling around her sex, and dragged her middle finger up the center, pressing the fabric close so that it accentuated the indentation between her labia. She sighed and her knees bent slightly as she swayed with pleasure.

"Mmm," she said, and for a moment she closed her eyes and I watched her finger stroke up and down, pressing against the fabric of her panties as she did. When she finally moved her hand away it was to slip it under the waistband and I watched with interest as the fabric stretched over her fingers. She sighed again, her head rolling slightly on her neck and I watched her fingers move in slow, undulating motions.

"Oh my God, I'm so turned on." Her voice was soft, as if she was enjoying a private moment, not masturbating in front of me, and her brow creased, giving her face a slightly tortured expression.

I wasn't sure I'd manage another erection—it had been too long since I'd had the opportunity to try a second time—but my body reacted to the scene before me, my blood pumping fast, rushing through me. I lay passive, just watching as she pleasured herself.

I watched her hand moving under the damp fabric of her panties and could smell her wetness, a little flowery, a little earthy. She lifted her other hand to her breast and rolled her hard nipple under her palm. "Mmm...Eliot," she moaned. I watched, waiting, not sure if she wanted me to do something, until she finally opened her eyes and looked down at me.

"My pussy's so wet," she said, her voice breathy and excited.

She lifted her hand from her panties and brought it to her mouth. I could see the wetness on her fingers. She put the finger to her mouth and sucked it between her lips, tasting her own arousal. My mouth watered and I realized I wanted to taste her too. I had little experience in this area, though not for lack of interest; my wife had found oral sex too dirty, and along with blow jobs, that little pleasure had become a taboo.

"Do you want to see how turned on you've gotten me, Eliot?" 

Her hands moved down to the elastic strip at her hips. She hooked her thumbs underneath and began to lower her panties. My eyes were glued on the slow progress of the lowering fabric.

"Do you want to see how wet my pussy is?"

"Oh God," I said, thrilled by the her use of the word pussy, one I'd long since let slip from my vocabulary.

I looked up at her, only reluctantly dragging my eyes from the the slow progress of her lowering panties.

"Show me," I said. My voice didn't sound like my own. "Show me your pussy."

Now it was her turn to be shocked, but the expression of surprise only lasted a second before it was replaced by that hungry look she'd had since she'd brought me into the room.

"Mmmm," she purred, clearly pleased.

She wriggled her hips in delight and continued pulling the flimsy garment down her hips. I watched as her pubis was revealed and inhaled sharply as the slit of her labia came into view. She was shaved—completely bare, and glistening with her sexual juices.

"Stella," I breathed, in awe.

She continued dragging her panties lower and I watched with mounting anticipation as the curves of her sex came into view—the valley of her pussy just visible between her swollen labia. She shifted her weight and balanced, like before, on one foot then the other, tugging the thin garment from her ankle, and for a moment, as one leg lifted, her labia parted slightly, giving me a glimpse of the flesh within—pink and wet and glistening like a treasure waiting to be discovered.

Her panties were tossed, landing on the floor with her bra, and for just a second her sexy expression turned girlish and giddy, as if she was about to burst into excited laughter, and I was reminded of how young she was. Then she narrowed her eyes and her smile turned seductive again.

"I can't tell you how many times I had to spend an entire shift with wet panties," she said, grinning. "Sometimes all you have to do is say hi to me and I get turned on."

I knew how she felt.

She stepped toward me and I stared up her body, thrilled by the new angle she was giving me, enjoying her curves all over again from a new perspective. She stepped to either side of my head, straddling me, and I held my breath in anticipation as she began to lower herself, her knees bending and moving outward.

As she drew nearer her sex opened, the outer lips of her pussy parting, releasing a fragrant aroma I'd nearly forgotten—the scent of a woman's sexual arousal. I watched, transfixed, as the smooth lips were pulled apart by her spreading legs and her whole glistening center came nearer.

She paused when her pussy was 6 inches from my face and balanced carefully, bringing her hand down between her legs. She covered her sex for a moment, pressing her palm against the wet flesh, and then drew the swollen lips apart, revealing the pink folds within. She wasn't kidding when she said she was wet; she was practically dripping. 




Seeing Stars Pt. 01



It started like any adventure starts. I was in LA on business, business that I had finished with after one day of my week-long trip. I found myself with nothing to do except spend time on the beach and explore the city. It was my first visit to Los Angeles and I had expected to see celebrities everywhere, but that is just another Hollywood myth since I didn't see anyone I recognized until day three. 

I had found a beach bar near my hotel and was spending time there every day. It was a nice place, right off Venice beach where some of the most beautiful girls spent their days. There were all kinds of people at the bar and they all were there just to have a good time. That's where I met her.

I had taken a seat at the bar when a woman sat down next to me to get a drink. I recognized her voice and couldn't stop myself from looking. I had no plan, no ideas, nothing but a confused smile on my face. She caught me staring at her and looked straight back. "Can I help you?" she asked with an annoyed look.

"No, I-" I fumbled, "You're India Summer."

"Yes, I am," She smiled, "Sorry, I thought you were one of creeps who say 'peoplewatching' is an excuse to stare at women."

"No, I'm not like that. I'm not even from around here. I'm Ryan, by the way," I replied.

"Nice to meet you Ryan. So you're out on business, I know the feeling."

"I've got a week here, so I might as well enjoy myself."

She smiled and took a sip of her drink, which appeared to be Scotch. "So you know who I am. What have you seen?" She asked.

"A few movies, but that was a long time ago," I said.

"Just taking a break or did you have a real reason?" 

"I had a reason," I said, "I had a girlfriend."

"Then why are you talking to me?" She asked.

"We were together for a long time and it was great," I replied, "Then things got stale and she left."

"Sorry, it sounded nice,"

"It was, but if we hadn't broken up, I wouldn't have agreed to come out here and I wouldn't have met you. I guess sometimes you just take what you're dealt and try to beat the house."

"I can drink to that," She said. She shot back her Scotch as I downed my beer. I bought us another round and we continued talking. I still couldn't believe how lucky I was to meet her.

"So," India said, "We met at a bar, you're single, I'm single, you bought me a drink, so do you want to go home with me?"

"My hotel's not the best, but it's not far," I said.

"Or," She said, leaning in closer, "We could go to one of the houses we use to film. I have a key to one of the best houses."

"Then let's get a cab," I replied.

Once we were in the cab, India wasted no time and started kissing my neck. I ran my hand up her leg and I heard her moan against my neck. She had on a tight blue dress with no back and, as I discovered, no underwear. When we reached the house, night had fallen and the city was lit up. Even though India was practically begging for me, I had to stop and look at the view before I went inside.

The house wasn't one I had seen before, but it was still very nice. India brought me to one of the bedrooms and pulled me down on top of her on the bed. I kissed her neck and slowly moved down to her chest. India unbuttoned my shirt and stood up to pull off her dress. She slid the dress off slowly and unhooked her bra. "Don't act so surprised," She said as she knelt down in front of me and reached for my belt.

India pulled out my cock and started sucking it. She used her tongue to tease me until I was hard, then she took as much as she could. I put one hand on her head and pushed her down farther. She smiled as she went farther down my shaft and went so far she gagged and pulled my cock out. "God, you're huge," India said as she continued sucking. 

I pulled her up and kissed her stomach. She moaned and fell onto the bed. I pulled off the rest of my clothes and moved on top of her. I took one of her breasts in my hand and sucked on her nipple. India moaned louder and grabbed at her other breast. I bit her nipple softly and moved to the other breast. Once both her nipples were hard, I put two fingers in her mouth, than used them to rub her clit. She was already wet from sucking on her nipples, but rubbing her clit made her drip.

I rubbed her clit until I could see her orgasm start. She was moaning and grinding against my fingers. I stopped rubbing and let her wait a minute before I slid my cock into her. She was ready for me and pulled me deep inside her pussy. "Ohhh Ryan," India moaned. I started fucking her and had her screaming in minutes.

"Fuck! Yes, yes, yes! Oh god! Fuck YES! Don't stop, Ohhhh fuck yes!" India moaned as she started to cum. She rubbed her pussy fast until she came. "Ohhhh," She moaned as she shook from her orgasm. She shook as I thrusted slowly into her before I pulled out my cock. She gasped for a few seconds before she got onto her hands and knees on the bed.

"Make me cum again, Ryan. I know I can," She instructed. She spread her ass as I slid my cock back into her pussy. She was still wet, but much tighter this time. I pushed as deep as I could into India's pussy as she arched her back and moaned. I grabbed her hips and began fucking her. 

"Yes, deeper, yes! Fuck! Ohhhh Shit yes! God! I'm cumming! Ohhh Fuck!" India moaned as I fucked her. She came harder and had to steady herself against the headboard. She said nothing for a minute until she kissed me and got back on her knees. 

"I think it's time you came," She said as she started sucking my cock again. She put her mouth around my head and waited for my load. I filled her mouth with my load and watched her swallow it before we fell back onto the bed.

"Still sensitive, "She said as she touched her clit, "How was I compared to your old girlfriend?"

"Well, she never swallowed, so I guess she couldn't have been as good as you," I said. India smiled and put her head on my chest and fell asleep. 

In the morning, we took a shower together before we went back down to the beach for breakfast. We sat on the beach all morning; India had worn a black two-piece to show me how lucky I was. While we sat on the beach, we started talking like we had the night before. "You know," She said, "I just finished a scene with August Ames."

"I'm listening," I replied.

"I think she'd like you and the three of us could find something to do," She said with a smile. She called August and they agreed to meet at the house later.

"There's a pool behind the house with some furniture we could use. August loves the sun so we should fuck out there," India said while we waited for August. Not long after, August arrived at the house. She and India were clearly friends by the way they greeted each other. India introduced me to August who was exited to meet me after how India had described me over the phone. August had on a white tank top that was extremely tight on her and a short, black skirt.

"Nice to meet you, Ryan," August said, "India described you perfectly over the phone." 

"Thank you," I replied, "India said you two just finished a scene together."

"Yea, it was us and a few other girls using this house to have sex."

"I got to seduce her," India said as we walked out to the pool, "then she had sex in the pool with a redhead."

"She was new, but she still made me cum," August said.

"I guess its Ryan's turn to make you cum," India said as she sat down in a chair next to the couch, "I'll just watch for now."

"That's fine," August said as we sat down on the couch. I leaned in and kissed her and she immediately kissed back harder. We kissed for a few minutes until August kissed my neck and started on my shirt. She kissed my chest once my shirt was off and I pulled off her top. Even with her bra on I could see the size of her tits. August she pulled off her skirt and removed her underwear. She could see how I was looking at her and knelt down in front of me slowly, showing off her ass. She pulled out my cock and began sucking it. She didn't go as far down as India but she was still enjoying it.

August sucked me until I was hard, then stood up and got over me. She slid down onto my cock and wrapped her arms around me. "Don't start yet," August said, "You need to stretch me out first." When she was ready, August started riding me. As she sped up, her tits bounced and she grabbed them. She twisted her nipples and moaned as she felt her orgasm build. I started fucking up into her and she moaned louder.

"Ohhhh god. Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me! Make me cum! Ohhh!" August moaned as she bounced on my cock. She was cumming within seconds and screamed as her orgasm peaked. She slid as far down as she could go and slowly pulled my cock out. She laid back on the couch and caught her breath.

"Ryan made you cum hard didn't he," India said as she got. August couldn't say anything so she just nodded. India kissed me and pulled me up. "Let's see if he can make me cum while I eat your pussy."

India had already pulled her clothes off and began kissing August. She sucked her nipples and moved down to August's pussy. India teased August's clit with her tongue and motioned me to fuck her. She had already started eating August's pussy when I slid my cock in. India moaned and started making August cum. I ran my hands down India's back and grabbed her hips as I started fucking her.

"God yes," August moaned, "Fuck yes! Ohhh god India, you're making me cum! Ohhh Fuck!" 

She was looking at me while she came. India came moments later as I slammed into her. India moved up and kissed August while she pulled out my cock. "Can you keep going?" India asked us. 

"I'm good," I replied.

"I might need a minute," August said, "I still want to enjoy this."

"Why don't I get a strapon and you and Ryan can both fuck me?" India said.

"That's fine," August replied.

India went to get a strapon from the house while August and me waited outside.

"I'll put that strapon in her ass. You can have her pussy,"

"Do you want to be underneath her?" I asked.

"No, let her go down on you while I fuck her ass," August replied.

India came back with a long, red strapon and helped august put it on. I pulled India on top of me and August got behind her. India slid down onto my cock and waited for August's strapon. Once August was in, I started fucking up into India. She was screaming form the pleasure in minutes. August was going easy on India, but I was making sure she took every inch of my cock.

"Ohhh god! Fuck! Yes! Ohhh shit! Fuck I'm gonna cum!" India screamed. I felt her cum and her juices ran down my cock. August pulled out the strapon and India slid off my cock.

"I am done," India said, gasping, "August, make Ryan cum. I have to sit tis one out."

I pushed August onto her back once she had removed the strapon. She was ready, but I decided to tease her until she couldn't take it anymore. I sucked her nipples and bit them until they were hard, then rubbed her pussy. When I heard her moan, I stopped and waited a few seconds before I started rubbing again. After the third time, August grabbed my hand. "Fuck me," She said, "Take me and just go wild."

I Put every inch of my cock into August's tight pussy and watched as she tried to hold back her orgasm. I slammed into her pussy and didn't let up until August was cumming. She was too exhausted to say anything, so she let out a silent scream as she came. I pulled out my cock and shot my load on August's tits. She smiled and put some on her finger and licked it off.

"You're a machine, Ryan," India said as she walked over to kiss me, "Fucking the shit out of two girls who do this for a living."

"I just wish I could stay longer and have sex with as many of you as I could," I replied.

"If you could fuck me like that all the time, I'd go with you wherever," August said once she got her breath back.

"You've got a career out here. I wouldn't have you come back to Atlanta just to be with me," I replied.

"Why don't you ask to transfer out here, I mean you said you were out here on business," India said. I hadn't thought of that, but it sounded perfect. Leave nothing in Atlanta and come out here and get with August or any other pornstar that I could get introduced to. 

"If I can transfer out here," I said, "I will."

"Well, when you get back here," August said, sitting up, "find one of us and we'll share you with our friends."

"Just give me a few weeks," I said. 

August got up and jumped into the pool to clean off my load while I got dressed. I had to get my things from the hotel before I went to home. I called the office in Atlanta to see if I could get a transfer. I told my boss that they could use my help in Los Angeles since the office just opened. He told me that if I was okay with moving then I could be back in two weeks, with a promotion that made me in charge of the LA office. This gave me whatever hours I wanted, which meant I could spend as much time as I wanted with pornstars. I called August to tell her the good news.

"Ryan, when you get back, come see me and I'll set you up with someone good," August said.

"Who were you thinking of?" I asked. 

"Have you ever heard of Lexi Belle?"



Seeing Stars Pt. 02



The move out to LA took several weeks, but I was finally set up in and able to call up August about her offer. She was happy to hear from me and very excited about her idea. "Lexi will love you if you do to her what you did to me, plus she has more connections then I do," She said.

"Connections?" I asked, "With who?"

"Well," She replied, "I think if you fuck someone, you should be able to get along with them."

"That's good logic, August. Call me with the details if you convince her, and I should tell you something," I said.

"What?"

"My name isn't Ryan, I just said that to India in case she ever came looking for me," I explained.

"Then what is your name?"

"My real name is Jason, everyone calls me Jase."

"Have you told India" August asked.

"Yes, I told her. She understood why."

"Well, that explains why you seemed so distant while we were screaming your name while we came," She replied.

"I'll be sure to make it up to you."

"I can't wait," August said, "See you soon, Jase."

"Bye August," I replied.

A few days later, August called and said she had made plans for me and Lexi to get together later and that she would come get me. August took me to another beach bar like the one I'd met India at. She wouldn't say much about Lexi other than "She loves foreplay," which was helpful. The one thing I couldn't explain was why we were leaving at 4 if we weren't supposed to meet up until 5 and the bar was walking distance from my house. August pulled over in a quiet park to explain. 

"Jase, I wanted to tell you something before you left for the evening, that's why we left so early," She said.

"Tell me what?" I asked, still confused.

"I have been thinking about you non-stop since I met you and I want you," August said, "but I don't want you to be used up for Lexi, so I want you to watch me play with myself, right here."

I just smiled and kissed August. I kept kissing her until she pushed me back and reached into her bag and pulled out a vibrator. She didn't take much of her clothes off; she just pulled down her pants, stretched out her legs and started teasing herself. August kept me back with one of her feet and started sliding her vibrator into her pussy. She was moaning quietly as she began to cum, using one hand to rub her clit while she fucked herself. "Ohhh god yes!" She said, "I'm cumming!"

August put her head back against the window and let out a long moan as she came. She teased herself some more after she finished before she pulled the vibrator out and licked her cum off of it. "Now you can go fuck Lexi tonight and we all can go home happy," She said once she'd caught her breath.

I had seen some videos with Lexi, but knew to expect anything. She was waiting in a booth when I walked in and met me at the bar. "You must be Jase," She said, leaning against the counter. 

"I'm not late, am I?" I asked, checking the clock.

"No, August told me that you two had some things to 'discuss' before we met," Lexi replied. 

"All right," I said, "Want to sit down?"

We clearly had no idea what to expect of each other because I had on normal street clothes while Lexi had put in some effort into what she wore to meet me. She had on denim shorts and a white, oversized V-neck that showed the black bra underneath. "August and India told me about you," Lexi said when we'd sat down, "so what do you want to know about me?"

"I don't know," I said honestly, "I guess I should ask what you do outside of work."

Lexi smiled at how I'd put "shooting porn". "I'm not shy about what I do, Jase, I enjoy it all. As for what I do when I'm not working, I exercise," She said.

"What kind?"

"Mostly cardio, I run every day and do yoga at least three times a week."

"Do people recognize you when you go out?"

"Sometimes," She said, "And if they do, nothing really happens. They just ask if I am, I say yes, and they go back to what they were doing. No one ever asks me out because of what they've seen me do in a scene."

"That would mean they'd have to admit something most people won't," I said.

"Yea," Lexi laughed, "but you do."

"I shook the awkwardness after I met India. Now it's like meeting any other celebrity."

"I wish it was like that with everyone. This is the reason a lot of actresses are single. I mean, how someone can love you for you if you know all they want is to have sex."

We talked for a while about everything. Lexi told me all about how movies and how they shape the city. She'd lived in LA long enough to see how people will see a movie and completely change themselves. "Every big movie affects some people too much," she explained, "and everyone acknowledges the vampire love story craze as the dark days."

"I can imagine."

"Every single person walked around in white face paint and glitter. Goth took over and anyone who stayed the same was seen as a vampire."

"Don't worry, I never bought into that stuff," I said. I looked around and saw the sun going down over the ocean. We must have been talking for hours and not even noticed. Lexi caught me looking and asked the question.

"It's late, isn't it? You want to get out of here?"

"Where do you want to go?" I asked, smiling.

"Your house isn't far, right?"

"I'm still unpacking. All I have out is lots of boxes, a TV, couch, and the table that was there when I moved in."

"Well," Lexi said, leaning closer, "if you take me, I'll give you a housewarming present."

That was all she needed to say. We talked more as we walked back to my apartment. My apartment wasn't much compared to some other houses in the city, but it was good enough, and came with a half-decent view of the beach. Just as I'd said, my whole front room was full of boxes I had yet to open, but Lexi was still happy I let her come home with me. 

"I like your view, Jase," Lexi said after exploring the house. 

"Yea, it's not bad," I replied, moving closer. Lexi was looking out the window when I put my hands on her hips. She didn't resist, so I started kissing her neck. Lexi turned around and kissed me and pulled me to the counter.

"Since you don't have a bed, this will do," She said, pushing me against the counter. Lexi pulled off her shirt and mine before she knelt down in front of me. She pulled out my cock and started sucking slowly. After minutes, Lexi was taking almost all of my cock in her mouth.

I pulled her up and she slid out of her shorts. Her legs were toned from all the running. Lexi removed her underwear and got onto the counter. As I kissed he breasts, Lexi moaned softly. "Take me," She whispered in my ear. She laid back on the counter and rubbed her clit, waiting for my cock. 

"Ohhh," She moaned as I slid in my cock, "god, it feels so good." I grabbed Lexi's thighs and pulled her closer before I started fucking her. "Harder," She begged, "Harder! Ohhh fuck!"

Lexi rubbed her clit faster and I could tell she had started cumming. She didn't say much, but moaned loudly as I fucked her. "Fuck! Make me cum, Jase! Make me cum!" She screamed. I sped up and watched as Lexi came. She bent her head back and raised her hips as her orgasm peaked. I pulled out my cock and teased her clit with my thumb. 

Lexi sat up and wrapped her legs around me. "Again," She commanded. I slid my cock back into her wet pussy. Lexi moaned again and pulled me deeper into her with her legs. I started fucking her hard and had Lexi screaming in minutes. "Ohhh fuck! FUCK! YES!" She cried as she came again. She kissed me deeply as the pleasure faded, then pulled out my cock and moved to my couch.

We didn't say much while we fucked, everything was physical with Lexi. She pushed me onto the couch and moved on top of me. She gave my cock a few sucks before she slid down onto it. She bounced on my cock with one hand holding one of her breasts. "God I love your cock, Jase," She moaned, "Ohhh god! I'm cumming again! Yes!" She threw her head back as she came and took all of my cock. Lexi pulled out my cock and slid back on the couch and started sucking again.

"Fuck, Lexi," I said, "your gonna make me cum." She smiled and sucked faster until she made me cum. She slid back up the couch and laid down on top of me. 

"I can see why India recommended you," Lexi said once she'd recovered.

"You're not bad yourself," I replied.

"Yea," Lexi smiled, "God, you make it hard to act professional. I am spent."

"Well, were already in my bed."

"Yea, I need to sleep," Lexi said, then fell asleep right there. I joined her in minutes.

Lexi was still in the same position when I woke up, and still beautiful. I woke her and she got dressed. "I have to get my morning run in, so I guess I have to go," Lexi said.

"You can run home from here?" I asked.

"Yea," She replied, "I'll walk down to the beach and then run home. Barefoot, of course."

"I'll walk down with you. I can get breakfast while I'm there."

"Then let's go."

When we got to the beach, Lexi tied her shirt back and started stretching out.

"How far is your house?" I asked.

"A few miles, nothing too extreme for me," Lexi replied.

"Well, I'll see you around, Lexi," I said.

"Mabey sooner than you think," She replied.

"Oh, really?"

"Yea," She explained, "There's a party at one of the houses this weekend. I don't usually go, but I can get you in, if you want to go." She pulled out a business with her name on it, kissed the back, and handed it to me. "That should do," She said.

"Thank you, Lexi," I said, putting the card in my pocket.

"You earned it, Jase," She replied. Lexi kissed me and set off down the beach. I watched her ass bounce as she ran and thought, "God, how can I get this lucky?" 

It turned out August was going to the party so she and Lexi decided to educate me on what pornstar parties are like. Lexi had been to more parties, so this was a lesson for both me and August. "The first thing you need to know," Lexi said, "is that anything sexual can happen, so watch your drinks."

"So, how many people show up?" I asked.

"Hundreds. The house is huge and has rooms set aside just for people to go into and have sex. Not that they always do," Lexi replied, "Drunk, half-naked women will be having sex wherever they can."

"Also," August said, "If you see an actress you know, assume she's with someone."

"Anyone in particular?" I asked.

"Big names, especially Brett Rossi. She is the biggest tease out of us all," Lexi said.

"Jase, just go and have fun," August said, "I guarantee you won't go home without at least getting a blowjob from a drunken girl." August still had a look in her eyes like the one I'd seen when we were in the car before, but she left without making any moves. This probably wouldn't last long though since she was between scenes and had nothing to do but go and have a fling.

The house was as large as Lexi described and in a very nice gated community, the kind of place the where ultra-rich live. Lexi's card got me in just like she'd said and I made the decision to hold off on drinks until at least 10 o'clock. Music was blasting from the yard where a dance floor was set up and all the girls dancing, and everywhere else for that matter, were gorgeous. 

As the sun set, the party got wilder. The pool was filled with topless girls and empty kegs. I had a few beers down when things started happening. A sexy brunette with long, flowing hair had been watching me from a distance and came up to me while I went for another round of tequila. She took a shot of something, than started flirting with me. I let her talk because she had a beautiful body that was no very well hidden by a bikini top and torn skinny jeans. At some point she called a blonde friend of hers over and said we should find a room. I took another shot and went with them. We found a room with one bed and the girls stripped for me. This was the last thing I remember before the tequila hit and everything went black.

The sun woke me up, followed by a splitting headache. "God" I groaned, "What the hell." A hand came from the other side of the bed and pressed a finger to my mouth, followed by a girl's voice saying "Shhh!" This is when I realized this isn't the same room the two girls brought me to last night and that I had spent the night at the house. The girl rolled over onto me and I saw her very familiar face for the first time. 

"Mmm, good morning," She said softly. I still couldn't remember who she was, due to the pain in my head. Then it hit me, this was Faye Reagan. "How bad are you hungover?" She asked.

"Really bad," I replied, "and I can't remember anything about last night."

"Well, I'm not that bad so you're coming home with me. I'll get you something for your head."

"Fine," I said, clutching my head as I got up, "Let's get going."

The first few steps were tough, but I made it out of the house without falling. I wasn't the worst one left at the house, those were the passed out drunks we stepped over on the way out. Faye was good to drive and took it easy because of me. She drove to her house and immediately got me something for my head, I didn't know what it was, but it helped a lot. Faye was talking, but I wasn't listening. I was just sitting there waiting for my head to stop hurting. When it finally did stop, I realized Faye hadn't been talking to me; she had been talking to the other girl in the room I hadn't seen.

"Jase, meet Georgia," Faye said. 

"Georgia Jones," I said, extending a hand, "thanks for the hospitality."

"Rough night?" Georgia asked.

"Probably, if I could remember it," I replied, "and how do you know my name, Faye?"

"You told me, remember," Faye said, "or do you not remember?"

"If you know what happened to me last night, please tell me. The last thing I can remember is having a few shots, the rest is blank," I replied.

"Let's talk in the living room, this could take a while," Faye said, pulling me up from the table. I sat down on the couch and held my head immediately. My head didn't hurt as bad now, but it could be better. Faye waited until I was ready to start explaining. 

"I didn't see you until later," She said, "I was upstairs enjoying myself when I saw you come upstairs with some girls."

"That's about where I blacked out," I said, trying to remember.

"Yea, well you and these girls went into a room and I didn't see you, but I heard plenty. Those girls must have been something because they were screaming and cumming for at least half an hour. That's half of why I know your name."

"From them screaming?" I asked.

"Yea, they were loud. People noticed, but we're used to stuff like that."

"You really had some night, Jase," Georgia said.

"It gets better," Faye said, "You came out of the room and walked into where I was. You just sat there for a while, so I went and looked in the room to see these girls. They were passed out next to each other on the bed. Anyway, I came back in and there was another girl on top of you with no top on. I sat next to you two and watched. All you did was rub her clit until she came a few times, then she got off of you and walked away. This was like two in the morning, so you asked me where you could sleep, like it was my house, or something. I showed you to one of the actual bedrooms, which is where you introduced yourself, than you fell asleep. I was tired too, so I decided that was as good a place as any to spend the night. Then you woke up and here we are."

"Well," I said, "I wish I could remember all that for myself."

"I think congratulations are in order," Georgia said, "You slept in the same bed as a pornstar."

I smiled, "Actually, that's how I got an invite for the party in the first place."

"Really, who'd you sleep with to get in?" Faye asked.

"Lexi Belle," I replied.

"You fucked Lexi?" Faye asked.

"So have I," Georgia said.

"Interesting," I said, "this doesn't make us rivals, does it?"

Georgia smiled, "No, we're different so I don't think she could get caught between the two of us. Plus I fucked her months ago."

"What do you mean by 'different'," I asked. Georgia had been quiet until now, but I had now realized I was in the same room as one of the most famous pornstar couples ever, and I intended to make the most of it. 

"Oh, don't get her started or we'll be here all day," Faye said.

"I'll keep it short, all right," Georgia said.

"I don't have anywhere to be," I said.

"Okay then. By 'different' I mean you're a guy, I'm a girl. There are two totally different styles there. I like girls, so I try to satisfy them the way I think they would want. Meanwhile, guys just want her to cum before they do, no real foreplay, just sex," Georgia said.

"That all depends on who you're talking about," I said. I didn't want to have an argument; I just wanted to hear Georgia talk about having sex.

"I guess so, but in most cases I'd be right. When I have sex with a girl, I want her to feel amazing. I want her to enjoy her orgasm. With guys, they just want to see a girl naked, fuck them, and move on. There's nothing sensual about the way guys fuck girls."

"Guys can be sensual," I said.

"Yea, but girls know girls, so we can do it better," Georgia said.

"But when it comes to just sex, who is better?" I asked; just to make conversation. 

"Depends on how you define good and bad. Is good how hard you cum, how hard she cums, how long you go, how many times she cums, or any other way people define it," Georgia said.

"I define it as how the girl cums."

"If good is defined that way, then girls are better," Georgia replied.

"And since I'm a man, I have to disagree with you," I said. 

I thought that would be the end of the conversation, and it was until Georgia made a suggestion. "Why don't we test it," She said.

"Test what?" I asked.

"Who can make a girl cum harder, me or you."

"Are you challenging me, Georgia?"

"There are three of us, whoever makes Faye cum harder wins."

"I'm totally in," Faye said.

"What would we be competing for?" I asked.

That caused a long silence as Georgia and Faye talked about what to do. "What do you want?" Georgia asked.

"I'll already be fucking Faye, so if I win, I want to fuck you, Georgia," I said.

Georgia's eye widened with the thought. She clearly was questioning the bet. "Okay," She said, finally, "but if I win, I fuck you with a strapon."

"As long as we keep this between the three of us, I consider that fair," I said. That was probably the only thing Georgia could have said that would compete with me fucking her. It was still motivation for me, I didn't want to lose. "What are the rules?" I asked.

"No foreplay, no toys, and no faking orgasms," Georgia said, more to Faye then to me.

"Ugh, fine," Faye said, playfully, "it's been a while anyway so I'm sure I can have one."

"You can only cum once for each of us, though," I said.

"Okay, who's going first?" Georgia asked.

"I'm apparently spent from last night, so you can go first. 20 minutes from now, then I'll go tonight after Faye cools down from you," I said.

"I take it you'll want to watch, which I understand," Georgia said, "Faye, get upstairs."

Faye left us and we sat there for the 20 minutes without saying anything. I watched Georgia, who was deep in thought about the bet. She must have been nervous about losing. It must have been a long time since she'd had sex with a man. After the 20 minutes was up, I followed Georgia upstairs to the bedroom, the sat down in the chair facing the bed.

Faye was already naked and lying on the bed, legs open. Georgia pulled off her clothes and positioned herself between Faye's legs. Faye let out a soft moan as Georgia slid her tongue into her pussy. Georgia didn't tease Faye with her tongue; she kept it consistent like the rules said. Faye kept reaching for her clit, but Georgia kept swatting her hand back. After minutes of tonguing, Faye started cumming.




Seeing Stars Pt. 02



"Oh god, yes baby yes, right there, ohhhh fuck!" Faye moaned. Georgia didn't change pace; she let Faye do the work. "Fuck, I'm so close. Don't stop! Ohhhh god yes!" Faye cried as she Georgia finally sped up. Seconds later, Faye was cumming. She pressed her body against the bed and tried to make her orgasm last. Georgia sat up on the bed and watched Faye enjoy what she'd done.

"How was that, baby?" Georgia asked, reaching for her clothes.

"Fucking amazing," Faye replied, "I loved it."

"Think you can do better, Jase?" Georgia asked.

"We'll find out," I replied, "But we have to let Faye cool down up here until tonight."

"Then you two can get out and let me take a shower," Faye instructed.

I stayed at Faye's house all day waiting. Georgia and I talked some, but for the most part we just watched TV and waited. When night fell, Faye called us from the bedroom. She was spread out on the bed like earlier when we entered the room. Georgia sat down and waited. She was probably wishing I'd get this over with so she didn't have to watch me fuck her girlfriend. I pulled off my clothes and got on the bed with Faye.

I pushed Faye's legs up and moved my cock closer to her pussy. "Hold on a minute," Georgia said, "Put her legs down and do it like I did."

I smiled, "We never said anything about positions, and I thought you were fine the way you did it." Georgia's expression said it all. She knew she was doomed because she didn't remember all the rules and could have fucked Faye in a different position and had a better chance.

I slid my cock into Faye's pussy and went as deep as she would let me. She gripped her legs and moaned loud as I started fucking her. I gave her pussy long, deep strokes and Faye couldn't hide how much she loved it. "Oh my god! Yes! Yes, fuck me! Harder! Oh god yes!" She moaned. I sped up and the bed started shaking as I slammed Faye against the headboard. She started moaning louder and I knew she had started cumming. 

"Fuck! Yes! YES! Ohhh god yes! You're gonna make me cum! Ohhhh Fuck!" Faye cried. I thrust all of my cock as deep as it would go into Faye's pussy to make her cum. When I bottomed out in her pussy, Faye let out a silent scream as her orgasm peaked. I pulled out my cock to follow the 'no teasing' rule. Faye had her eyes shut as she enjoyed her orgasm. When the pleasure subsided, Faye turned to us.

"So, who won," I asked.

"I'm sorry, Georgia, but Jase made me cum harder than you did, he wins," Faye said. Georgia nodded, but said nothing for a while. 

"I lost," She said after a while, "but I made a bet and I'll keep it." She stood up and moved onto the bed. Faye rolled over to give us more room. Georgia started unbuttoning her shirt and I moved to help her. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"The rules aren't in effect no that I won the bet. Now I can show you guys can be good at foreplay," I replied. Georgia let me pull her shirt off, but resisted when I started on her bra.

"It's okay, baby," Faye said, "He won't hurt you."

I pulled the rest of Georgia's clothes off and started kissing her body. Her nipples got hard when I sucked them, which showed me she didn't totally hate what we were doing. I pushed Georgia down gently and slid a finger into her pussy. 

"Oh god!" She said. Her had grabbed mine and tried to make me stop. I brushed it aside and used my thumb on her clit. She couldn't fight forever, and after I rubbed her clit for a few seconds. Georgia started moaning as the pleasure built. I stopped fingering her and slowly slid my cock into Georgia's pussy.

"Slowly, slowly," She begged as I slid more and more of my cock into her. Eventually, I was deep in Georgia's pussy and began fucking her. She was very tight and took some time to loosen. 

"God, your making me cum!" Georgia said as I fucked her. She grabbed her tits as her orgasm started. I thrust deep into her to make her cum. Georgia put her hand to my chest when she came and I stopped to let her enjoy her orgasm. I pulled my cock out when it looked like she'd finished cumming.

"Roll over," I instructed. Georgia obeyed, but only because she knew she had to. She got on her hands and knees and waited for me to slide my cock back into her pussy. I slid my cock into Georgia's pussy and grabbed her hips. I started fucking her harder, using as much of my cock as Georgia could take. She was still so tight and it was making me start to cum. I began slamming my cock deep into Georgia, determined to make her cum again before I did. 

"Fuck! Fuck yes! I'm cumming! YES! Oh god! Fuck me!" Georgia cried as I fucked her. I felt her cum and thrust harder into her pussy. 

I leaned over her and whispered into her ear, "Get ready." Georgia gave me a look of fear as I continued to thrust into her. She was afraid I would cum inside her, but I wasn't going to. I grabbed her tits and thrust harder, just to scare her further.

"No!" She cried, "Please, no! Don't cum inside me!"

I pulled out my cock and pulled Georgia's to her knees. She opened her mouth obediently and waited for my load. She didn't gag when I filled her mouth, but didn't like swallowing my load. She fell back on the bed next to Faye, who immediately embraced her.

"Did you like that?" I asked Georgia. She took a few minutes before answering. 

"It felt wrong, but I still cam, so I guess it was good," She replied.

"Will you ever want cock again?" Faye asked.

"I don't know. I still love women, but now I can't deny what a man can do," Georgia said. Faye kissed Georgia and started kissing her body. 

"Do you want me to go?" I asked.

"No," Faye said. She got up and pulled me back into the bed. We were all spent and couldn't stay awake any longer. My last thought was "I'm glad I remember this night."

In the morning, I checked my phone for the first time since before the party. I had an unread text from India saying "I'm home alone, come by." I had Faye drive me to India's house once we had cleaned up. I kissed her goodbye and walked up to India's door. India had said it was okay if I let myself in when she'd texted me, so I opened the unlocked door and walked in. Once I was inside, I could hear moans form upstairs. I had to see what they were, so I followed the noise to India's bedroom. 

When I looked into the room, I saw India and another girl together on the bed. They weren't completely naked, still in their underwear, but I still hadn't expected to see India like this. They hadn't noticed me yet, so I forced the issue and knocked on the open door. The both looked up and India smiled when she saw me. 

"I decided to drop by," I said.

"I texted you days ago," India said, "I thought you blew me off, so I called her." That's when I realized I knew who the other girl was. Curly blonde hair and a thin body meant it had to be Prinzzess.

"Well, I'm here now," I replied, "If your offer is still open."

"I have a better idea," India said, "If you can watch us fuck and not try anything, I'll introduce you to the greatest pornstar fuck you might ever get."

"Who'd you have in mind?" I asked, smiling.

"Dani Daniels," India replied.



Seeing Stars



"Oh, I'm not so sure about that," Dawn whispered.

I had never thought much about stargazing before. Lying there looking up into the darkness and the myriad points of light, the word seemed so appropriate. Gazing at stars. The breath-taking swath of the Milky Way spilling across the sky. How could you not just lie and gaze? How many millions of them? Stars. Everywhere. Stars.

"We should pick one," I whispered. I don't even know why I said it, the words just found themselves on my lips.

"What?" Dawn said.

"We should pick one," I repeated, a little louder. "A star."

"What do you mean?"

Hell, I wasn't sure what I meant. But with the two of us together, lying on our backs in the warm night air, staring up at all those shimmering lights, it seemed like we should pick one. One of many. "We should pick a star to call our own," I said.

"Aww," Dawn sighed, "how romantic." She squeezed my hand tighter.

Romantic? I nearly laughed. I'll show her romantic! "You pick one out," I said. "I have a little work to do here."

"Oh God," Dawn said, "where to begin?"

Where to begin indeed? I went down and pulled off her shoes. Dawn lay on her back and stared up into the dark sky. I loved the way she looked, just lying there in the dark. "Lift your hips," I said. She absently lifted up her butt and I pulled her shorts off.

"How about a planet?" she said. "Maybe Venus?"

I tossed her shorts a few feet away. Venus? I pondered for a moment. "No. Venus is only visible at sunrise or sunset. Our star should be visible all through the night."

"But Venus is the Greek god of love."

I looked at her, and her eyes sparkled with girlish glee. I couldn't keep from smiling back. I lay down beside her and let my fingers brush across her bare thighs. "Is that what you really want?"

She giggled. "No, I'm just having fun. So you want a star that's visible all night." She screwed up her mouth for a minute. "I guess that restricts the possibilities."

I leaned harder against her. My face was close to hers. Dawn's eyes danced in the starry light as she stared past me into the sky. I got my hand under her T-shirt and pushed it up over her breasts. Even in the dim light, I could see her puckery dark nipples. She breathed in sharply.

I pushed her shirt up and over her head, and pulled it off her arms. Dawn was naked. Beautifully, gloriously naked.

"Cygnus is the goose," Dawn said. "It looks like a cross."

I touched her breasts lightly with my fingertips. Goosebumps rose all over. I smiled to myself.

"Or maybe a star in Cassiopeia?"

"The `W'," I said. I held her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and nibbled it. It strained beautifully, and I wrapped my mouth over it and gave it a nice suck. And then I went to her other nipple, and repeated the nibble and suck there. I leaned back to admire my handiwork. Two tight nipple tips. Very W-like.

"Cepheus?" Dawn said.

"I don't know Cepheus. Show me."

I lay down beside her and she pointed straight up. I aligned my eye with her arm. "The house shaped one. See it? It has little ears on it."

"Looks like a pussy. Sort of."

Dawn laughed. "It does not!"

"If it had a line of stars running through the middle, it would look exactly like a pussy."

"You're nuts."

"Cepheus the Pussy. I'd like to be born under that sign."

"Cepheus is not one of the constellations of the zodiac. You can't be born under it."

"Too bad."

"How about Orion there?"

"Have you ever noticed Orion looks like he has a penis?"

"That's his sword."

"Uh huh." I pulled off my shorts and my hard penis popped up free. Much more comfortable. Good thing the night was warm.

Dawn tipped up on her elbows and looked at my erection. She giggled. "Maybe we should be looking at the Big Dipper."

"Flatterer," I said. I got down at her feet and pushed her knees apart. I looked up at the beautiful tangle of dark hair between her legs. Such a polite, proper pussy, all tight-lipped and closed.

"As I recall, the Big Dipper is also known as Ursa Major," I said. I crawled up between her legs and nuzzled her, kissing her outer labia, both soft pads, one side, then the other. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have a nice Ursa Majora?"

Dawn's legs fell apart, and I went to work on her lovely vulva. She started out so tidy, just those puffy outer lips. I kissed and licked her, all over her upper thighs and up onto those lips. Her breath deepened. I licked and kissed all around.

And then I gave a gentle pull with my fingers, and Dawn opened right up. Oh, so beautiful! All the intricacies in the inside of Dawn!

"The Little Dipper?" Dawn breathed. "Ursa Minor?" I slipped my tongue between her inner lips, licking her lubrication, my tongue tip slipping over her hole. I softly fingered the tops of her thighs. I pushed my tongue right into her vagina.

"Oh!" Dawn gasped. "The North Star?"

I lifted up for a second. "Polaris. I know that one." I put a soft kiss right on top of her clitoris.

"Oh yes!" Dawn arched and pressed her pussy up against my face.

I slurped her clit through puckered lips.

"Right next to Cygnus is Lyra," Dawn said.

I lifted my head. Dawn stared up into the sky, sweat glistening on her brow. "You can tell Lyra because of Vega, that bright star."

I twisted around and looked in the direction of her finger. Yes, I could see Vega. But Lyra? "What's Lyra supposed to be?"

"It's a harp. It's small." She made a motion with her fingers, tracing out the constellation.

"Ah," I said, and I thought maybe I could see it. "Aren't you supposed to strum harps?" I rolled back between Dawn's legs and flipped my tongue back and forth over her stiff little clitoris.

"Mmmmmmmm!"

And I kissed and sucked her clitoris, holding it between my lips as I flipped my tongue. And I worked a finger up into her sticky wet vagina.

She groaned so loudly that it shocked me. I was suddenly aware of the frogs peeping again.

I felt around inside her and slurped her clit, and she suddenly tensed up, her breath held, she hung still for several quiet beats. And then she gave a short, strangled yelp, followed by a boisterous yell. And then she slumped back to the ground.

Dawn breathed raggedly as I crawled back up and lay at her side. She grabbed me, wrapped her arms around my neck, drew me down. She kissed me, softly, over and over. We stopped for just a second, staring into each other's eyes. And then I caught a glimpse of something moving in the corner of my eye.

"Did you see that?" I said.

"A shooting star," Dawn said.

I twisted around and looked back into the sky above us, and I was again overwhelmed. All those stars.

I was drawn to a bright cluster in the middle of the Milky Way. "What is that one?" I pointed.

"Sagittarius," Dawn said. "The Archer."

"An archer. How fitting. An arrow through my heart."

"You're thinking of Cupid."

"Am I?" I rolled up on top of her and positioned myself between her outstretched thighs. "You keep looking at the stars while I put an arrow through ..."

"Oh God," she groaned. She was so wet! My penis slid smoothly in. I let my weight down on her, felt her warm skin against me. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I love being inside you," I whispered.

Dawn's hands went down my back. I moved slowly in and out. Dawn held my hips as my penis moved inside her pussy. I dropped my head down until my cheek pressed against hers; her hair brushed against my face.

"The middle of Sag ..." and Dawn grunted, "God." She took several deep breaths while I stroked in her slick vagina. "The middle of ... Sagittarius ... is also known as ... the Milk Dipper."

And I took off, my body screamed out, every sensational feeling converged in my cock. And I exploded, a big bang of my milky seed showering Dawn's luscious inner warmth. Pulse after pulse, I filled Dawn with my essence.

And I was spent. I looked down at her, at Dawn's face. Her beautiful eyes, her beautiful mouth. I kissed her as my penis softened.

We separated. I lay on my side and looked at my dear, dear Dawn. She looked back, and we reached out and touched hands. And we gazed into each other's eyes, lying together naked and alone, on a grassy hilltop, in the dead of the moonless night, as the stars swept slowly and silently across the mid-summer sky.