It's the present time and date, HOWEVER way back in high school - instead of being an ass and not following my dreams and aspirations I went to Columbia College here in Chicago and became a radio broadcaster and then moved to L.A. maybe 10 years later because I was offered a job. Now I have my own morning radio show AND I've written a few books, bestsellers so I have that career too. I'm at a party and I meet Josh. Well he's absolutely smitten with me as I am him but I don't let on to him that I am -- I'm a fabulous actress, not professionally of course but just holding back on how I feel and he asks me for my phone number and I pretend I didn't hear but he takes my hand and writes his on my hand in black sharpie. Well of course I run home and write it down but don't call him -- hopefully he's taking the bait, right? And a week later I'm on my radio morning show and I start talking about him and my co-hort is saying yeah, I heard of that guy, he's like some opera dude or something and I say no! He's a good singer and I'm going to play one of his songs and that dude is like, woah, this is a hard rock station you can't do that and I say WATCH ME and so I play My December. Well the next day Josh comes to the studio and of course they let him in, I'm surprised, needless to say and we have this cute little on-air chat and then when it's done he asks me out to lunch and so I do that but then when it's over I say I have to go because I had stuff to do and he asks me out to dinner and I say sure, and just say when and he says how about Friday and I said I can't, I have a prior engagement (which was a lie) and he says well how about Saturday? And I say I can't do it that day either but how about this, how about he comes to MY house next week and I'll make dinner for him and he says YEAH. So I told him to call me but he doesn't have my number!!!!
So I call him like Monday and he's all excited that I called and he says he'll come over Friday eve for dinner. So he comes over and I ask him if he'd like the 10 cent tour of the house and he says yeah, of course so I show him around -- my upstairs first where my BEDROOM is and then my writing room and the guest rooms and then we go back downstairs to the living room where I have a beautiful baby grand and his eyes light up and he says, Oh do you play? I say YEAH and I sit down and play Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. He laughs and says get out, play something for real and I feign injury and say I just did and he laughs again. He asks me why I have a piano if I don't play and I said cuz I was hoping that someday some handsome young singer/pianist will come to my house for dinner and feel sorry for me and play for me. He smiles and then sits down at the keyboard and plays for me until dinner is ready then we eat. Afterwards he insists on helping me put the dishes in the dishwasher and we chat back and forth how we got where we are and he wants to know about how easy or difficult it is to write novels and what are my inspirations and I ask him the same about his music and stuff then we decide to watch a movie ...
Instead of watching a movie Josh and I decided to play video games. We played Halo2 and he kept killing me so I threatened to shut off the game and he said "Noooooo!" and I went for the game and he tried to wrestle me but I flipped him onto his back on the floor and plopped down on top of him. I laughed at him because he thought he was going to get the upper hand and dominate me and I ended up on top. He laughed and I laughed too.
"How the hell did you manage that?" He asked me.
"I had a few friends who were wrestlers and I learned a thing or two from them. Not to mention I work out!" I held my arms up and flexed my muscles for him. "OooOOOo" He said, his eyes opening wide. I stuck my finger out at him.
"So don't try to pull that shit on me, you won't get away with it." I said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down and kissed me. We lay there kissing, making out until I slid my hands up his sweater and felt his sexy chest. I pulled it off of him and tossed it away, it landed near the couch. He slid his hands up my shirt and pulled mine up and over my head and gave it a toss. It landed near his. He unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms and off. His hands went up and down my back before he ran his fingers around to the front, under my arms and onto my breasts. He squeezed them and kneaded them as we kissed. I had unsnapped and unzipped his jeans when the phone rang. He pulled away.
"Do you need to get that?" He asked me, I shook my head.
"Unh uh." I said and went back to his delicious mouth. My answering machine went on and I heard myself say, "You know what to do." And then the caller left a message; "Ter, it's Dan. Call me when you get this message. Love you babe." And then hung up. Josh pulled away and looked at me.
"Terri, I can't do this." He said pushing to get up from the floor. He stood up and grabbed his sweater and put it on. I just looked at him, frowning, not sure what was going on.
"What's wrong?" I asked him. He sat down on the padded footstool next to the couch, put his elbows on his knees and rested his head in his hands, his fingers running through his hair.
He said, "I think I made a mistake coming here." I sighed.
"Why?" I asked sitting back on my haunches.
"Because," He said. "You didn't even want to go out with me, I don't know what I'm doing." I crawled over and grabbed my shirt and slipped it on over my head, face a little pink from embarrassment.
"I did want to go out with you, what made you think I didn't?" I knelt down in front of him and pulled his hands away from his face careful not to catch his curls in my fingers.
"You never called me even after I gave you my phone number." He continued to look down.
"I did call you or you wouldn't be here right now." He sighed.
"Then who's Dan?" He asked softly. I smiled.
"Oh my God! Dan!" I laughed. He glared at me and I burst out into more giggles. "Dan is a friend."
"A friend." He said.
"Yeah, and Josh, he would much rather sleep with you then me!" I said and burst out in giggles again. He smiled slowly, his cheeks tinged red. "Oh no." He said shaking his head.
"He's gay." I laughed out loud.
"Yeah, he's very gay." He began to laugh then too. When our giggles subsided to just a laugh here and there I moved closer to Josh and took his hands and slipped them around my waist then I pushed a few wayward curls from his eyes. "Now what was that bullshit. you were saying about me not even wanting to go out with you?" He blushed furiously and smiled out of one side of his mouth.
"Well ... I ...." I stopped him from talking with my mouth on his, kissing him feverishly. His hands moved down my back to the hem of my shirt where he pulled on it and then slipped it off of me, I was half naked again. I did the same to him, ripping his sweater off and tossing it away. He slid off the ottoman onto his knees in front of me holding me in his arms, kissing my mouth, my neck, my shoulder then my breasts. I moaned as he made circles around my nipples with his tongue and then sucked my breast into his mouth. I reached to the front of his pants which were still unzipped and tugged them down. His erection which was stifled by the tightness of his jeans now sprang free. I slid his boxers down over his hips and wrapped my hand around his stiff cock. He groaned and leaned towards me as I stroked it I pulled away from him, leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around the large, throbbing head of it. He gasped loudly as I ran my tongue around the rim then dipped into the little hole at the top. He sucked air into his mouth through his teeth. He grabbed my arms and pulled me up. He kissed me roughly plunging his tongue into my mouth seeking my own tongue, I presented it for him and he licked at it and sucked it all the while with one arm behind my back and the other out for balance he lowered me backwards onto the floor and kicked his jeans off of one leg then lifted the other and kicked them all the way off, his mouth never leaving mine, kissing and sucking hungrily leaving wet marks all over my cheeks and chin. Once I was safely on the floor and he was naked he reached down and unsnapped and unzipped my jeans then slid them downwards. He moaned as his hands, pulling my pants down over my ass noted that it was bare save for a string that ran along my crack. He pulled off my jeans and then ran his hands down my ass again, his fingers delving into my crack feeling the elastic in the middle. I raised my hips to him and he slid his fingers down to my wet pussy. "
Oh Terri ..." He breathed as he slid the tips of his fingers inside my lips feeling the wetness. He hooked a finger in the string and pulled, it came off easily and it was then he noticed I had no pubic hair. "Oh dear God." He said and ran his fingers down the front of my belly to my wet pussy and then slid them inside me. I gasped loudly. He had two fingers inside me working them in and out as his other hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it. I moaned and writhed on the carpet.
"Oh Josh," I moaned, "take me baby, take me." He removed his fingers and wiped them on his boxers which were near my head and then bent down over me. I raised my legs for him and, lifting me off the carpet slightly he entered me quickly and easily. I gasped at the feeling of his huge, hard, hot cock sliding inside me filling me up. He pumped me a few times and then took my hands and pulled me up. I draped my legs around his waist and he placed his hands under my ass and held me as he raised himself up onto his knees. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him, sucking his tongue, sucking his lip, biting his neck, leaving red marks while he fucked me furiously and right before he came his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, his lips parted, he let out a soft moan...
