"Where the fuck are you?" The voice on the other end of the phone was screaming at me. "You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, I have important clients with me, and they're waiting to have dinner, and you aren't here. Get your arse into gear and get over here, NOW!"
I tried to be calm but it wasn't easy in the face of this barrage of abuse. "I have told you that I am not meeting you, I am not meeting you now or in the future. I will not put up with your abuse any longer, and if you call me again, or try to see me I will take out an intervention order," I paused for a second, "And if you ignore this I will go to the media and they will crucify you." I didn't give him a chance to respond, mainly because I didn't want to hear his voice again and I didn't want to give him the right of reply. For once I regretted that we no longer had those old phones that you could slam down for dramatic effect, pushing a touch pad just doesn't give you the same satisfaction.
There's this old song I remember from my Grandpa's record collection that goes; 'what a difference a day makes'. What a difference six months makes in a relationship like the one that I'm trying to extricate myself from.
Chance Martin owned the room as soon as he walked through the door. It was a combination of his handsome face and trim athletic body, and the way that he walked, he didn't strut like some peacock, he just held himself erect and exuded confidence. His first action was to 'scope the room', his words for taking it all in and looking for someone interesting. Six months ago that someone was me. As he approached, his focus was on me, if someone approached him he held up his hand to forestall intervention and said, softly, 'later'. Indicating that he wouldn't forget to speak to that person, but for now he had someone else, dare I say it more important, to speak to.
He walked up to me holding out his hand. "You know me, but who are you?" Now I realised the arrogance of that opening line, but at the time I was sort of over-awed by the whole thing. The fact that he interrupted a conversation that I was having with Jennifer (do not call me 'Jen', it's Jennifer and if it's good enough for Aniston, it's good enough for me) and Nadia from work, didn't seem to bother him at all.
"Renee, Renee Thorne." I managed to stammer out.
He kissed me on the cheek. "Introductions over, come with me." My first instinct was to resist, but Jennifer and Nadia both signalled that I should go, and just being seen with the famous Chance Martin was a major social coup that just can't be ignored, so I went with him.
We worked the room as they say, stopping to speak to people that he deemed important enough, he accepted drinks from friends and bought drinks for people he wanted to impress. Even in this he had style, he would catch the eye of the bartender, always the pretty one, indicate that she should replenish the drinks of those he indicated, and he'd point to the bar and wiggle his finger to indicate that it was to go on his tab. No words were exchanged between them but she would smile and do his bidding.
He introduced me to those close enough, "This is my very good friend Renee Thorne, you will be seeing much more of her." He didn't actually say that I was his girlfriend, but the implication was there and the media took it as a given that I was his new squeeze.
We were seen at several other hot-spots that evening, and it was always the same thing, he'd introduce me as his very good friend that they'd be seeing more of in future. It wasn't until around two-thirty in the morning that he held his door open for me. His apartment was a reflection of the man, there were framed movie posters on the walls of the films he had starred in and on a purpose built shelf there were a couple of awards that he received for his roles. He pointed to a space on the shelf. "That's for my Oscar, next year should be the year." His place, like him, exuded confidence.
He poured me a drink and as I sipped it, it occurred to me that he hadn't asked me whether I wanted a drink or what I'd like, he assumed, correctly as it turned out, that I wanted what he had poured for me. We sat on this huge sofa and listened to music while he began to use his charm on me. The back of his fingers brushed my cheek as he spoke in hushed tones. "You really are an amazingly beautiful girl, you know that don't you?"
"No, I don't consider myself beautiful." I didn't, each time I looked at myself I found something else that wasn't perfect.
"Wrong answer, you are beautiful and you should act beautiful. Look at me, there was a time when I didn't think that I was handsome, but I just kept telling myself that I was, and acting like I was, and before I knew it I was being told how handsome I was. Do you see how it works? I would never have gotten the parts that I have on my acting ability alone."
"I don't know, I don't have your confidence to pull it off."
He bent to me and kissed me, his soft lips merely brushing mine but sending electric shocks right through my body. I felt the tip of his tongue on my lips and I opened mine to allow him to enter. It brushed against my teeth until I opened even further and then it was caressing my tongue. My experience of this in the past has been of the guy shoving his tongue into my mouth thinking that I would enjoy it enough to let him fuck me, but this was different, I was in danger of letting him make love to me. He must have sensed that I was ready to capitulate, his hand was on my breast and his fingers were brushing my hardening nipples through the soft fabric of my dress. I lied to him. "Don't." I wasn't wearing a bra because I didn't need one to hold them up and a bra would have spoiled the line of the dress so there was no stopping them reacting to the sensation of his attentions, just as there was no stopping my reactions, I was moist and sure that he could smell me.
His hand went to the zipper and slid it down, at the same time his other hand was slipping the shoulder straps over my shoulders, and I was now naked from the waist up. "You are incredibly beautiful." I didn't know whether he was talking to me or my boobs, and I didn't care. His mouth captured one of them and his tongue encircled my nipple sending my head into a spin, I couldn't believe that, here I was in the apartment of, and in the arms of, the handsomest movie star in the cosmos. I held his head to me for I don't know how long before he pulled back. "Would you like to get a little more comfortable?"
"Mmm, yes please." I whispered.
"Come," He stood up and taking my hand he lifted me to my feet. My dress dropped to the floor before I realised it. "Leave it." So I stepped out of it and followed, I had no alternative because he had his arm around me, him to his bedroom. He pulled the sheets down and I was just about to lower myself onto the bed. "You should take your panties off, you won't be needing them." So I took them off and climbed into his bed. He stripped off and I admired his physique as he folded his trousers over a chair before climbing in beside me. His lips were on mine and his hands were on either side of my face as he ever so gently kissed me. "Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't beautiful." He kissed me again. "Because you are." Another kiss. "And I wouldn't be at all surprised if I wasn't falling in love with you." This kiss lasted longer, much longer. I felt a hand leave my face and cup a breast as his lips moved to my neck. He kissed my neck and I could feel his teeth in my skin, not enough to leave a love bite, and the sensation was more intense. I was squirming beside him and the juices were flowing from my pussy.
He began to kiss his way down my body, firstly to my throat, then on to each breast in turn, taking a long time to thoroughly explore them before moving down to my navel where his tongue explored inside it (I hoped that I'd got all of the lint out when I showered earlier) before moving slowly down the plain of my stomach to my pussy. When his tongue parted my pussy lips I lost all control, my hips were quivering under his onslaught on my pussy. His tongue was inside me and I swear that I'd had smaller cocks in there. "Oh my god," I sobbed as I pushed my hips up to his face, and I didn't even believe in God.
He let me come down a little from my orgasm before he moved between my legs and I felt his cock slide into me. It was huge, it was longer than any I'd seen, even those I'd seen in my brother's porn DVD's, and it was thicker than I thought I could handle, but my pussy managed somehow to open up enough to take all of it. This guy knew how to fuck! He was slow, he was gentle, he had stamina and before he was anywhere near finishing I was in the throes of either a series of orgasms, or one long, non-stop, glorious orgasm. I have never in my entire life experienced anything as wonderful as this, and I wanted more of it, much more.
He began to pick up the pace until his wonderful cock was sliding in and out of my sopping wet pussy. He kissed me at the same instant as I felt him come inside me. For some reason it was then that I thanked the god that I didn't believe in that I was on the pill. He stayed inside me, taking the weight of his upper body on his elbows, he looked at me, "That was the most amazing sexual experience of my life. You are not only the most beautiful woman, but the most sexy," he kissed me, "and sensual one. I love you Renee Thorne, I really love you."
"And I love you Chance Martin, very much." I kissed him, my tongue seeking his and my arms around his neck. We stayed lip-locked until I could feel his cock growing inside me. "I want you, all of you." I pushed down on his cock, forcing it deep inside me. "Give it to me, don't stop, ever." I don't know how many times I came that night, or how many times he came in me before exhaustion took over and we collapsed into a deep sleep.
I felt him stirring beside me and reached over to caress his cock. It was still sticky from our love making and, when I felt my pussy it was tender and there was some of his come still in there and a large sticky patch on the sheet under me. We had made one hell of a mess of his bed. "Hi." His voice was still half asleep. "What time is it?" He looked at the window and the sun pouring through the curtains. "It must be late." He moved over and kissed me. "And you are to blame for that, you seduced me and wouldn't let me go, you trapped me."
"Good morning to you too." I kissed him. "I didn't see you trying to get away from me, and as for seducing you, I think you were the one doing all the seducing, not that I'm complaining."
He kissed me again and his hand found my pussy again and his finger was deep inside me. "I think that we should add to this mess before we get out of bed, don't you?" He moved over me and his cock was soon deep inside me."
"Be gentle, it's still sore from last night." It wasn't long before I forgot all about him being gentle and urged him to greater things. "Please harder, harder, give it to me, there, there, harder, harder, oh god (him again) come in me, please come in me, oh god, yes." I came like I'd never come before, my juices streaming from me, flooding the bed, and then he came. "I've never squirted like that before. You really know how to please a girl don't you?"
"I wouldn't do this to just anyone, you know that don't you?"
"I should hope not. I'm never going to leave you because no one will ever be able to live up to your standards and I will never want anything less."
"You promise?"
"Yes, I promise. I love you."
