"Oh my god, oh my god, it's HIM!" Samantha yelled to Beth. "It's Ryan Reynolds, god he is so hot " Beth nodded at Samantha and rolled her eyes. She hated large crowds like the one they were stuck in the middle of to see some actor, but Samantha didn't care. Her lust of the moment was Ryan Reynolds.
"Why are you so excited, who is Ryan Reynolds?" Beth asked. "Wasn't he on some soap opera?" Sam shot her a glance that nearly seared through her flesh.
"He starred in Van Wilder you stupid bitch," Sam said. "Don't you remember when I licked the television screen when we watched the movie?" What a dumb bitch, Sam thought to herself.
"Oh yeah, I thought you were buzzed out of your mind that night. Did you really do that sober?" Beth asked, sounding annoyed. Sam was lost in a daydream, watching as Ryan drove away in a black limousine.
"Huh, did you say something?" Sam asked as she strained to see the limo until it was out of sight.
"You're hopeless. Ryan Reynolds has that one singer, what's her name? Anyway, what do you have to offer him that he hasn't had time and time again?" Sam stuck her tongue out at Beth and flipped her the bird. She was right though, to make Ryan notice her she either had to be famous, or find away to run into him.
"I have a lot to offer a man. Besides, I heard Alanis and him were breaking up. He'll be lonely sitting in his hotel room all alone tonight." Sam felt a twinge between her legs, imagining Ryan Reynolds freshly showered and sitting on his bed in the hotel room. Having to resort to watching pay per view porn and masturbating. She touched her clit almost hypnotically, relishing in the surge of wetness it brought to her.
"You have big dreams, Samantha. How are you planning to get up to his hotel room, dress as part of the staff? Haha, that's fucking ridiculous " Beth said, roaring with laughter. Sam got pissed at first, but the idea sounded pretty decent to her.
The crowd finally started to thin out and the traffic was flowing again down 117th street. Police blew their whistles and signaled for the backed up traffic to proceed.
"Let's go home, Beth. I don't feel like getting hit by a goddamn truck." Sam said, pulling on Beth's arm as they followed the crowd's exodus out of traffic's way.
"I thought you wanted to kiss your movie star boyfriend goodbye before we went home?" Beth chided. Sam didn't play into it though. Her mind was already scheming about how to see Ryan later on.
"Not right now you fool. I have to go home and shower and shave before I talk to him." Sam said honestly, Beth laughed loudly at her. "What is so goddamn funny to you? You don't think I'll do it, do you?" She could see by looking into Beth's eyes that was exactly what she thought.
"I've known you my whole life, Sam, you don't have the guts to follow through on something like this." Beth smiled, finally satisfied. Sam knew that look, it was Beth's, 'I got your number look.'
"He's such a gorgeous man though, I wish I could talk to him at least, but I'd rather have sex with him." Sam sighed, sounding defeated. She wanted to throw Beth off so she wouldn't have to deal with her trying to foil her plans.
"We'll get you a man, Samantha. You are gorgeous, but you are too picky. What about Robert, why don't you want him to bang you?" Ugh, Sam thought. Beth knew that first off, Robert lived at least a thousand miles away. Secondly, he appeared to have downs syndrome from the pictures he had posted for her to see.
"Yeah, he's adorable, but he lives too far away." Sam said, hoping it would shut her up. She was imagining Ryan, hovering over her body, his sculpted shoulders holding his lithe form rock steady. Could feel his hard cock nudging at her dripping pussy, his sculpted face looking down at her. Sam felt another surge of wetness and it weakened her knees. No matter what else I do in my life, I have to fuck Ryan Reynold's brains out, she thought.
"See, too picky." Beth said. "There are planes and cars and buses to eliminate such problems you know. Every hear of traveling, Sam?" Sam felt like cussing her out, but she did have the keys to the car. She didn't feel like getting left downtown without being showered and shaved for Ryan yet. "Well, I'm sorry if I don't jump at the first chance to get ravaged by the barbarian type you lust after." Sam said. She knew Beth was instantly enraged. Her boyfriends always looked so...well, savage. The last guy she nailed had a brow ridge like a neanderthal man. They were at the car finally, after walking five city blocks. Sam was still fixated on seeing Ryan, she didn't want to think beyond that. Beth opened her door but didn't open Sam's for awhile. Yep, she's pissed off at me, Sam thought. Such a baby, can't handle a little kidding around. Sam didn't play into her game, she just turned and started to walk away from the car instead of pulling up on the handle again. Beth started the car and pulled up next to her.
"Get in the goddamn car, Samantha. You know how that pisses me off though. My boyfriends love me and I love them. Sure, they aren't models but they are good guys." Sam stopped walking and opened the passenger door.
"I know they are good to you, Beth. I'm just frustrated. Sorry I took it out on you." They hugged and drove the ten miles home joking about old times.
"Are you done in there yet, Sam?" Beth yelled through the bathroom door. "You've been in the shower for thirty-five minutes already " Jesus christ, I'm going to shoot her one day, Sam thought.
