"Thinking about me again already? Getting kind of clingy aren't we?"
I turned and my heart skipped a startled beat when I saw her sitting in the passenger seat of my old, rundown cougar. Her hair was longer now, tied back in a ponytail and her face wasn't covered in makeup, but it was definitely Natalie Portman. There was a mischievous gleam in her dark eyes as she smiled at me. Looking nothing like the tranny whore I'd jerked off this morning, there was still a strong sense of sexuality about her. Her eyelashes were thicker than I remembered, and although she hadn't caked on the face paint, there was the hint of it in the soft red above her eyes, and the much more subdued red of her lips. Her outfit was a little more casual then the hooker getup she'd been wearing the last time I'd seen her as well. A dark blue V neck T shirt clung to her upper body, and a tight pair of blue jeans covered her legs and hugged the subtle curve of her hips.
Her window was half down and her fingers were holding the tip of her cigarette over the edge of the pane.
"You might wanna watch the road," she said in a matter of fact tone, ending the sentence with a subtle smile and gesturing toward the windshield.
"Shit!" I shouted when I looked up and realized I was veering slowly toward the shoulder. I rolled my eyes. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Since waking up, I'd been doing my best not to think about what I'd done earlier before bed. What I'd imagined I'd done, my mind corrected itself quickly.
"Don't ask me," she said, taking a long drag. I watched the cherry burn bright orange, my eyes slowly drifting down the cigarette and noticing the way her lips looked wrapped around the filter as she sucked on it. I felt a stirring in my own jeans that wasn't entirely welcome right now. "You're the one who was thinking about me. You think I don't have better things to do?" There was an erotic quality to the way she would breathe out a thin cloud of smoke, but I tried not to dwell on it.
I shook my head. "You're not real!" How many times were we going to have this discussion? "You only exist because I don't get laid enough."
Waking up I'd felt much better. I was certain that whatever had happened this morning had been related to several nights of restless sleep. Now I was starting to wonder again. "Now, just sit there and shut the fuck up!" I paused, my mind trying to form cohesive thoughts and failing miserably. "And for God's sake put your seatbelt on!" I watched in smug satisfaction as the figment of my imagination put her delicate hands up in supplication, offered a look of mock apology, and pulled her seatbelt on. "Thank you," I added lamely, returning my focus to the road and switching the headlights on. It was starting to get dark out.
"Now's not a good time," I finally said, growing tired of the awkward silence growing between us. "I have to work."
"Well, I'm sorry," she offered, and I knew something else was coming. She was giving me an appraising look as she finished her cigarette and threw the butt out the window. "I'm sorry that you don't seem to have any control over your own libido."
Once again I shook my head. That seemed to happen a lot when I imagined she was around. I shrugged. "I wasn't even thinking about sex," I told her as I rolled my window down and lit my own cigarette. The cool night breeze felt good against my cheeks. It had been hot as hell out lately and any small relief from that was nice. "I was just thinking about what happened this morning."
She cocked an eyebrow in that annoying way she had and the edge of her lip turned upward. "You mean when you choked my chicken for me? When you made my dick explode all over your hand? Is that what you were thinking about?" Natalie tilted her head quizzically. "Did I get it right?"
I nodded.
"Hate to break it to you, but that's sex my friend."
"Not like that," I said quickly. "I mean I was trying to figure out why it happened, what was going on in my head at the time." I shrugged and avoided looking at her, instead concentrating on my cancer stick. Normally smoking helped me relax a bit, but having her around seemed to make me immune.
"You wanted cock," she smirked. "You needed a nice hard dick in your hand," she laughed a little vindictively, "That's what was going through your mind." She glanced down at my jeans and both of her eyebrows rose. "You want it again right now don't you? Seriously," she feigned surprise, "your appetite for dick is getting insatiable you little cock slut." She laughed even harder.
I couldn't grace her with a look, even though it probably would have burned a hole right through her. I was furious and tried to concentrate even more on my driving. The sky was getting even darker now and it seemed like we were the only car on the road. Instead of acknowledging her comment, I took a long drag and opened the can of coke I'd grabbed before leaving home. I felt a soft hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently.
"Come on," she said, "Lighten up. I'm just shitting with you." Her hand drifted up my neck, fingertips sliding around my earlobe. "You get so damn uptight." I flinched away, trying to reconcile my anger at her with my growing arousal. Acting hurt, and putting on a good show of it, she pulled her hand away. "Fine, have it your way. You can sulk like a little pussy all you want, but if you're not interested, then why the fuck am I still here?"
She had me there.
"You know I'm right," she added bitterly.
"You're right," I relented as I shifted lanes to pass an old Mustang. I tossed my spent cigarette out the window and glanced at my fantasy lover. The actress was smiling now, and her hand found its way to my leg, slowly sliding up and down between my thigh and my knee. She removed her seatbelt and leaned in. Even as angry and frustrated as I was with her right now, there was an irresistible quality about the young actress. Even after all of this I still had to admit I wanted her, dick or no dick. I wondered what that said about me.
"You're just as horny as I am right now," she whispered, and her warm breath in my ear made me gasp as it sent a chill down my spine. If I hadn't been completely hard before, I sure as hell was now. Her hand was in my lap as she planted soft kisses on my neck. It was getting a little harder to pay attention to the road with Natalie's hand grabbing my dick, but I did my best.
