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Adventures In Television #3 – Model Behavior
″One last little quiz for you since you may not be around in a couple days,″ Richie Tozier said, reminding me that the final decision on whether I was going to be hired full time when my internship ended at the end of the week was due today. ″Who would win in a fight, Lemmy or god?″
″My first instinct would be to say god, but you’re a Motorhead fan so that would make me lean towards Lemmy,″ I said, stroking my chin as I thought about it. ″But then I remember that Airheads was on tv the other day and I’ll say it’s a trick question because Lemmy IS god.″
″Can’t get one past you, can I?″ Richie chuckled. ″Anyway, no matter what Linda decides, I’m in your corner kid. In fact, if you need a job go see Matt Miller, he’s the program director over at KTLA radio. He’s one of my best friends, he’ll set you up no problem. It’ll probably be in the middle of the night, but you could easily work your way up.″
″Wow, thanks,″ I said, unsure whether I should feel good about having a backup job available just in case or worried that Richie felt the need to arrange a backup job for me in the first place.
″Now get me some coffee,″ Richie said, smiling to show that he was partially joking.
+ * + * +
″As you know, your internship is set to end in a couple days,″ Linda Kramer, the head producer and show runner, said as I sat nervously in her office awaiting my fate. ″Richie has been adamant for a while that we need more people like you but I wasn’t completely sure that we had a place for you. So I reached out to some of the people that you’ve interacted with in connection with the show to get their opinions on your professionalism and ability.″
‘Crap, she found out I’ve had sex with a couple of the women I was supposed to interview and she’s going to fire me,’ I thought, bracing myself for the bad news.
″It looks like they’re pretty much universally positive and a couple of them are absolutely glowing,″ Linda said, flipping through a file folder. ″Between those recommendations and Richie’s belief in you, I’ve decided to bring you on board full time, at least for a little while.″
″Thank you, you won’t be disappointed,″ I said, my head swimming with relief.
″I’m not sure where best to utilize you though, so I think I’ll keep trying you out in a variety of ways and see where you excel,″ Linda continued despite my suddenly reduced attention span. ″You’ve done well so far, so who knows, maybe you’ll be like my little Swiss army knife that can do a little bit of everything when needed.″
″Anything you need, I’m your man,″ I said, nodding.
″Good, because today’s task is very important,″ Linda said, rifling through a stack of papers on her desk. ″Ah, here it is. Guess is doing a photoshoot this afternoon and they want us to a piece on it. They’re thinking of coming on board as a sponsor of the show so I’m sending you out to shoot some behind-the-scenes footage for a piece to run later in the week. Here’s the info, don’t screw it up.″
″I won’t,″ I said, taking the piece of paper. When I glanced down at it my eyes went wide and my heart stopped for a moment or two.
″I see you noticed who will be modeling in the shoot,″ Linda said, the corners of her mouth barely flickering, but just enough to signal her amusement.
″I did,″ I said, still staring at the name on the paper.
″If you don’t think you can handle, I can always send someone else,″ Linda said, going back to her work.
″No, uh, that won’t be necessary,″ I said, getting up from my chair before she could change my assignment to something a bit more mundane, like putting me in the production room to help edit the show.
″Well, what’s the verdict?″ Richie asked when I emerged from Linda’s office.
″You’re going to have to put up with me a little longer,″ I said, smiling.
″I guess I’ll have to call Matt and tell him to hire someone else to fill his weekend nights time slot,″ Richie said, clapping me on the back. ″Anyway, I have to go to a press event for The Avengers if you want to tag along.″
″Normally I’d be all over a chance to meet Scarlett Johansson but I have another assignment,″ I said, showing him the paper Linda had given me.
″Kate Upton in her underwear? Now I kinda want to blow off the Avengers junket and tag along with you,″ Richie said, laughing as he handed the paper back to me.
″I just hope I can keep from looking like an idiot,″ I said.
After her first appearance in the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue I’d become quite enamored with Kate Upton. I’d spent weeks searching for pics of her on the net until all I could think of was her boobs. And now on the heels of her gracing the cover and the press blitz that had followed, the obsession had come back with a vengeance. If there was any woman on the planet at the moment that could render me a stammering mess with one look, it would probably be Kate Upton.
″I’m sure you’ll do fine,″ Richie said. ″Now if you’ll excuse me, some of us have work to do that doesn’t involve half naked supermodels.″
″I just hope I remember to get footage of more than her breasts,″ I muttered under my breath as I went in search of equipment to use.
+ * + * +
″I’m Daniel Eastman. I’m from Hollywood Tonight to get some behind-the-scenes footage,″ I said, introducing myself to the photographer.
″Vivian Booker, photographer,″ she said, shaking my hand. ″Kate’s still getting her makeup done so you should have some time to get yourself set up.″
″Okay, great,″ I said, surveying the location.
We were in an open field with a white trailer in the middle of it. A handful of people milled around the trailer, which is where I guessed Kate to be.
When the door to the trailer opened the people outside it scurried to take their places. One guy grabbed a black screen while one woman moved to the side of the door as Kate Upton emerged wearing a white robe. She glanced around and when she saw me she leaned in and said something to the woman beside her just loud enough for me to hear ″who’s that?″
Whatever the other woman said must have satisfied her because Kate merely smiled at me. When I nervously returned her smile the look on her face turned mischievous.
As Vivian directed Kate to where she wanted her Kate dropped her robe to reveal a pair of denim cut offs that barely extended past her butt cheeks and a leopard print bra. The combination knocked the wind out of me and it was all I could do to remember to operate the camera.
I forced myself to shoot more than Kate’s boobs, though I did sneak in a couple close-ups here and there. After all, if the point is to help them sell lingerie, then it might help to get some close-ups like they do in bra commercials.
After a handful of poses I started to get the feeling that every so often Kate was turning her attention towards me. At first I scoffed at the notion but every time she turned her head in my direction she seemed to stare right at me and fix me with the kind of look that would’ve melted my shoes if I hadn’t been staring through a camera lens.
″Change,″ Vivian said, causing a couple women that had been standing off the side to rush in with large sheet.
As the sheet was moved around Kate I turned off the camera and made sure to direct it away from her just to make sure she didn’t think I was trying to catch some footage I shouldn’t be getting. I figured the sheet was blocking any view the camera might have had but it was a minor show of good faith to let her know I wasn’t being a perv or something.
When the sheet dropped Kate had changed into a pair of black boy short type panties with a matching black bra. As she went through her poses she turned around a couple times, looking over her shoulder at the camera.
Once again, as she twisted about and posed, I got the feeling that she was directing the occasional sultry look in my direction. When she turned her back and unhooked her bra so she could pose for the camera with her arms covering her breasts she turned and looked directly at me with a mocking smirk like she knew exactly what she was doing to me and that she was enjoying being able to tease me.
“Okay, break time,” Vivian called, handing her camera off to an assistant.
When I turned off the camera and looked up Kate had already put on a robe and was heading for her trailer. I watched her as she went and when she ascended the couple steps and opened the door, she looked back and again gave me that smirk. She even raised her eyebrows just enough to let me know it wasn’t my imagination, she really was teasing me.
Deciding to do something somewhat productive during the break I trudged over to the van. Opening the side door I leaned in and started digging around for the extra battery. The one in the camera still had plenty of juice left but I wasn’t sure how much longer the shoot would last and thought it better safe than sorry.
With battery in hand I straightened up. Turning my head I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Kate standing right next to me. Last I’d seen she’d gone into her trailer and I hadn’t heard her, or anyone, approach.
“You’re Danny, aren’t you?” Kate asked me as I tried to calm myself down.
“I’m Dan, yes,” I said, trying not to stare at the way her robe was opened slightly at the top to reveal a bit of cleavage. “Hope I’m not bothering you or anything.”
“Oh no, not at all. I didn’t recognize you so I asked Beverley who the cute guy was and she said she thought your name was Danny and that you worked for Access Entertainment or something,” Kate explained, in seeming constant motion.
“Hollywood Tonight,” I said, politely correcting her.
“That’s it,” Kate said. “You’re really young, aren’t you? How long have you been doing this kind of thing?”
“I’m just an intern,” I said before realizing I wasn’t actually sure exactly what I was at the moment. I guess I was still an intern for a couple days, but I’d been hired full time so I wasn’t truly an intern any more.
“Wow, you must be good if they’re letting an intern handle this,” Kate said, making me wonder if she was flirting with me. With a normal girl I would’ve bet money on it, but with Kate I had no idea. Everything I’d seen of her made her seem like one of those naturally bubbly types that always seemed to be flirting as their default setting. Plus, I found it hard to believe that she’d flirt with me when she could have pretty much any guy she wanted.
“Nah, I’m sure they just needed the real cameramen elsewhere today,” I said, trying to deflect her compliment.
“So you’re saying I’m not important?” Kate asked, hands on her hips though there was a twinkle in her eyes that told me she was joking.
“No, my boss just needs to figure out what I do best so I drew this assignment,” I said.
“I have to go change, but we’ll talk more later, kay?” Kate asked, smiling at me as she turned to head back to her trailer.
“Anything you want,” I said, hoping I wasn’t sounding too eager or corny.
“Wait, I have a meeting right after this,” Kate said, stopping in her tracks and turning around. “But I’ll be at a party later if you want to drop by.”
“I’ll see if I can make it,” I said, knowing that unless I wound up in the hospital before then that I’d be there. Even then there was a solid chance I’d break out and find my way to the party.
“Got a pen?” Kate asked. When I pulled out of my pocket she grabbed my hand and wrote the address on my palm. “If I don’t see you there I’m going to be really disappointed.”
“I’ll be there,” I promised. As she turned to leave again I called after her. “Can I bring a friend?”
“Sure, but I hope you’re not asking to bring a date,” Kate said, smirking again as if she knew how it would make me turn the phrase over in my head a few dozen times to analyze exactly what she meant by it. Did she want me alone? Was she asking if I had a girlfriend? Was she just fucking with my head? I didn’t have a clue but honestly I was kinda enjoying the teasing. Well, enjoying as much one can while they’re being twisted inside out by it.
+ * + * +
The rest of the shoot went pretty much the same. Every so often Kate would look right at me and give me a look, or lick her lips, or do something that let me know she was doing it on purpose. Not only that, but that she was having fun teasing the hell out of me.
And true to her word when Vivian called the end of the shoot Kate made a beeline for her trailer. After a couple minutes to change Kate emerged wearing a t-shirt with the neck cut out so it hung off one shoulder and a pair of well-worn denim shorts that had been cut off short enough that the pockets stuck out of the bottom.
On her way to her car Kate still managed to look over her shoulder and give me a smile and a small wave while I packed up my equipment. It wasn’t much, but it was just enough to make my brain turn to mush once more before she disappeared from sight.
+ * + * +
“Come on, we’re going out,” I told my roommate, Tom, as I walked into the apartment.
“I have plans,” Tom said, ignoring me as he watched an episode of Castle off the DVR. “I’m taking Ginger to a movie tonight. You remember her from this morning, don’t you?”
“Trust me, this has the potential to be way better than seeing a movie with a girl you’re just going to dump in a couple days,” I assured him. “We’re going to a party, and I know there will be at least one super hot woman there, probably many more.”
“How hot?” Tom asked, his ears perking up. “Hotter than Castle’s daughter?”
“Could be,” I said, trying not to giggle at the irony of him using Molly Quinn as the barometer for hotness considering how my meeting with Molly had ended up, that he still had no idea about. “At work today I had to get some behind-the-scenes footage of a photo shoot with Kate Upton, and she invited me to a party tonight. So if you want to-.” I stopped talking when Tom shot up off the couch at the mention of Kate’s name. By the time I’d finished the sentence he was already in his room presumably getting ready. “Well that was fast.”
“If you get me even into the same room as Kate Upton’s tits, I’ll name my firstborn after you, even if it’s a girl,” Tom said when he came out of his room. “My god those things are a masterpiece.”
“Really? I would’ve thought you’d save naming rights to your firstborn for whoever got you in to meet Selena Gomez,” I said, grinning as I opened the door.
“You do that and you get named godfather,” Tom said, getting as close to admitting his crush on Selena as I’d ever heard him get.
“I’ll have to work on that,” I said, wondering what it would take to make it happen.
+ * + * +
“Whoa, there she is,” Tom said, nearly as mesmerized by the sight of Kate Upton in a little black dress that clung to every one of her ample curves as I was.
“It’s not polite to stare,” a sultry, slightly gravelly voice said from behind us. “You should teach your friends some manners, Dan.”
When I turned around I saw a face that was familiar, but the hair was anything but. “You really need to stick with the red hair. It just works so well for you.”
“You know her?” Tom asked, amazed as he looked back and forth between me and a blonde Emma Stone.
“Oh yeah, me and Danny go way back,” Emma said, leaning over and giving me a hug.
“Yeah, like two whole months,” I said, taking a sip out of the bottle of water in my hand. “Hey Tom, why don’t you go say hi to Kate so you stop staring at her across the room and creeping her out.”
“Um, okay,” Tom said, sounding more nervous than I’d ever heard him. Normally he was fearless when talking to women but Kate seemed to have him on the verge of pissing his pants. Frankly it was nice to know that I wasn’t the only one she had that effect on.
“You think you could arrange to have Tom meet Selena Gomez?” I asked Emma when Tom was out of earshot. “He’s got a massive crush on her but he doesn’t want to admit it because she’s a Disney girl.”
“She’s more of a friend of a friend than a close friend in her own right, but I know her,” Emma said, thinking about it. “I guess I could call her and see if I could set something up. It’d cost you a pretty big favor though.”
“We can work out the details later,” I said, turning to look to where Tom had gotten over his nerves and was doing his schtick on Kate. “I really hope she forgives me for unleashing Tom on her. You know what, she deserves it for teasing me all day.”
“Well, the way she keeps looking over here at you, I’m not so sure it was all teasing,” Emma said, looking in Kate’s direction. Just as I was starting to feel good about that though, she dropped a bombshell on me. “Oh, by the way, Taylor thinks we had sex.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, nearly choking on my drink.
“I’ll tell her truth, I was just trying to make her jealous so the other day I kinda let her believe we hooked up,” Emma explained. “On the bright side, I think it worked. She wasn’t happy about it at all, even after I tried to convince her that she couldn’t get mad about your sex life if she’s refusing to take part in it.”
“For my sake I hope your boyfriend doesn’t know, or at least knows it’s not true,” I said. “I’d hate to have to beat up Spider-Man because he thought I was sleeping with his girlfriend.”
“You sound pretty confident there,” Emma observed.
“You want me to admit that I’d get my ass beaten? In front of an attractive woman no less? Have you ever met a man before?” I asked her.
“Don’t worry, he knows I’m trying to help Taylor get together with this guy she’s totally in love with but doesn’t want to admit it” Emma said. “And thanks for the compliment.”
“Don’t mention it,” I said, looking around. “Whose party is this anyway?”
“To be honest, I don’t really know,” Emma said shrugging her shoulders. “I think it’s director or producer or someone, but I can’t remember. My agent made me come to mingle and charm the power brokers in the room. You know, typical Hollywood stuff.”
“Actually, I don’t know,” I said, reminding her that I was still very new to all this and this was my first real Hollywood party. Though, outside of most of the women being better looking, it wasn’t much different than most parties I’d been to, except maybe more boring.
“Trust me, if you’ve seen one of these things, you’ve seen them all,” Emma said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a director over there that’s been trying to get me to audition for him.”
“I’m very mad at you,” Kate Upton said from behind me, making me spin around.
“Why are you made at me?” I asked, more than a little confused at what I’d done.
“I invite you to the party and then you spend all your time over here avoiding me?” Kate asked, fixing me with a pouty look that was just so sexy that it was a miracle I even retained the ability to speak.
“I’m playing hard to get,” I said, surprising myself that I’d managed to come up with something slightly more intelligent than just standing there slack jawed staring at her.
“So you think I’ll chase you?” Kate asked, still pouting.
“Actually, I was too nervous to talk to you right away and then I had to talk to Emma about something else so I sent Tom over because he was dying to meet you,” I said, honestly.
“Good, that’s better,” Kate said, slipping her arm in mine and causing everything to go black for a moment as she pressed the side of one of her breasts against my arm. “Now lets go mingle.”
“Okay,” I said, unable to do anything but nod as she led me by the arm into the main part of the party.
+ * + * +
“Can I ask why you chose to latch onto me?” I asked Kate after she’d dragged me around the room for a couple hours to make small talk with all sorts of people that seemed to be as curious as I was as to how I had gotten to be her arm candy. “Not that I mind, of course.”
Just like I’d noticed earlier, Kate seemed to always be moving. Even when she was standing still she seemed to be bobbing around or wiggling in some form. It was distracting enough when viewed from a distance, it was downright impossible to think of anything else when she’s doing it while her boobs are pressed against your upper arm.
“Well, you were cute and to be honest, you had that deer-in-the-headlights look the first time I looked in your direction so I thought I’d have some fun with you and kept doing it,” Kate said.
“I knew it,” I said, suddenly feeling a little less crazy.
“Then on the break I was just going to flirt with you some more, but you seemed so nice and cool that at the last minute I decided to invite you tonight. But when you got here you sent your friend to talk to me and made me wonder what your game was,” Kate explained.
“Where is Tom, anyway?” I asked, looking around. I hadn’t even thought about him since Kate had grabbed my arm, for obvious reasons, but seeing as how I was his ride I figured I should probably find him at some point. “Knowing him he’s probably convinced some gullible up-and-coming actress that he’s a director or casting agent or something.”
“I take it you’re planning on leaving me?” Kate asked, batting her eyelashes at me.
“Unless you’re planning on dragging me home with you, then I should probably start thinking about it,” I answered.
“I just might do that,” Kate said with enough seriousness to make me wonder if she meant it or if just was just toying me yet again. Either way it was enough to twist me into a pretzel inside my head trying to decipher her meaning.
“Man, you don’t give a guy a chance to breathe, do you?” I sighed, trying to shake off my brain.
“Whatever do you mean?” Kate asked with that trademark smirk that told me she knew exactly was I meant.
“I should probably call Tom and see if he needs a ride home or if he found other plans,” I said pulling out my phone.
“Let me do it,” Kate said with a mischievous look on her face.
When I handed her the phone I tried to picture Tom’s reaction when he found out who he was talking to. He’d already met Kate so it wouldn’t be so much about the shock of actually talking to her as it was the fact that she was using my phone and that I was standing right next to her.
“He says he’ll find his own way home,” Kate said, handing my phone back to me. “He also says I should take you into the bathroom show you if I can suck a golf ball through a garden hose. How does a guy as nice as you wind up friends with a guy like that?”
“We go way back to grade school. He was the loud, fun kid that always seemed to get me to do things I wouldn’t normally do,” I said. “Without him I don’t apply for an internship on an entertainment news show, and don’t wind up filming a certain photo shoot this morning.”
“Oh, in that case then thank him for me,” Kate said, leaning in and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
“What was that for?” I asked her, my brain going fuzzy from the feel her lips on my cheek.
“I had a good time tonight,” Kate said. “Normally these things are pretty boring but somehow you made it fun. Besides, it’ll make your friend jealous when you tell him I kissed you.”
“There’s something else we could do if you really want to make Tom jealous,” I said, pausing as Kate raised an eyebrow at me. “We could take a picture of you kissing me on the cheek and e-mail it to him.”
“That is so not where I thought you were going with that,” Kate said, laughing.
“You’re not the only one that can tease, you know,” I said, winking at her.
“Okay, let’s do this,” Kate said, pressing up against me as I lined up our faces in the camera on my phone. Just as I was about to press the button though Kate grabbed my face with both hands and turned my head to kiss me on the lips, leaving me feeling lightheaded. “I hope Tom likes his picture.”
“Yeah, picture,” I muttered, my lips tingling from her kiss.
I’m not sure exactly what came over me next, except that maybe I was a little lightheaded from the kiss and the endless teasing I’d been put through for most of the day. If I’d been in a more stable frame of mind I probably never would’ve had the cajones to try it.
Whatever it was, I couldn’t help but reach out and grab hold of Kate. It wasn’t until I’d pulled her into me and pressed my lips against hers that I realized what I was doing. Images of her kneeing me in the balls for misreading the situation and ruining the night flitted through my mind for a moment before I felt her lean into me and return the kiss.
With her unspoken permission I pushed her back until she was pressed against the wall. When I put my hands on her hips she arched her back and pushed her chest to mine, crushing her breasts between us.
Catching sight of a door out of the corner of my eye, I reached out and blindly groped for the handle. Grabbing hold of it I twisted until it opened up to reveal a walk-in coat closet. Without breaking contact with her lips I grabbed Kate’s hips and pulled her into the closet.
With the door shut it left us in complete darkness, which I didn’t like at all since it meant I couldn’t see Kate. But I decided that getting to make out with her was more important than getting to look at her.
Break the kiss for a moment to catch my breath I felt Kate’s hands on my chest. Her fingers found the buttons of my shirt and started to pop them open one by one. When the last one came free she opened my shirt and let her fingers run over the muscles in my stomach as they traveled down towards my belt.
Before I even had the chance to think about it she’d opened my belt and undid the button on the front of my pants. When it started to sink in what was happening I felt her hand unzip my pants before slipping inside to softly caress my cock through my boxers.
“Shit,” I groaned, the lack of light seeming to make my other senses more acute, making me even more aware of her hand seeking to fish my dick out of the opening my underwear.
After she’d released my cock from my underwear she pushed me back against the opposite wall of the closet. I heard movement and then groaned when I felt something warm and wet brush against the tip of my cock.
“Uhhh,” I grunted as her tongue ran along the underside of my cock.
When her lips wrapped around the head of my cock I tried to put my hands on the top of her head but she used her free hand to bat them away. Instead I put one hand against the wall behind me and reached out to touch the wall next to the door.
As she worked more of my cock into her mouth I suddenly wanted nothing more than to have some light so I could look at that pretty face as she played my skin flute. But, like with the whole day, I was resigned to the fact that things were completely out of my control and I was just along for the ride.
“You’re really good at this,” I grunted as Kate bobbed her head up and down on my dick.
In response Kate mumbled something that I couldn’t understand because my shaft was in the way. The little nod of her head that accompanied the mumbling though seemed to indicate she agreed with my assessment.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can last,” I said, my eyes rolling up in my head as I fought to survive the expert blow job being lavished on me.
Saying nothing Kate just increased the amount of suction she was applying as she pulled back until just the head was still in her mouth. With one hand wrapped around the base of my cock she took my balls into her hand and fondled them with the other.
“Getting really close,” I warned her, feeling myself approaching the point of no return.
“Come in my mouth,” Kate panted before taking my cock back into her mouth.
As she sucked on the head of my cock she stroked the shaft with her hand. Unable to hold back any longer I gritted my teeth and a strangled grunt came out of my throat as I felt the jizz starting to rise from my balls.
My eyes clamped shut as the first shot burst from the end of my cock into her mouth. As the second and third spurts erupted from my cock I felt my knees start to go weak. It was like she was sucking the strength out of my legs through my dick with her mouth.
“Shit,” I grunted, trying to keep from falling to the ground when she let my cock slip out of her mouth.
“I love your cock,” Kate whispered into my ear when she’d straightened up. “I’ve been wanting it since this afternoon and I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever get around to letting me play with it.”
“Want me to return the favor?” I asked her, reaching down to slide a hand up her thigh.
“Maybe another time,” Kate said, pulling away from me.
When she opened the door I was afraid that it was all over. Sure I’d gotten an absolutely amazing blow job out of it, but that had only primed the pump, so to speak, and I wanted more. I wanted to to fuck her and I wanted to play with her tits, and then I wanted to fuck her tits. And then I wanted to lather, rinse, and repeat until I was I could barely walk.
But instead of leaving the room she just peaked out the door and then stuck her hand outside to flick the switch, bathing the room in glorious light. After spending just enough time in the dark for my eyes to adjust to it the light made me squint, but it was totally worth it to see Kate reach behind her and unzip her dress as she shut the door once more.
“Wow,” I said as her dress dropped to the floor, leaving her standing in front of my in a black thong and matching strapless bra that was barely containing her massive globes.
“I get that a lot,” Kate said, smirking as she soaked in my attention. She even put a hand on her hip and struck a pose to get a reaction out of me.
Seeing the hook in the front of her bra I lunged forward and grabbed hold of her bra. As she squealed at my unexpected maneuver I undid the clasp and let the bra fall to the ground, letting her breasts spill out in front of me in all their glory.
After taking a moment to stare slack jawed at her chest I remembered there was still work to do. Dropping to my knees I reached out and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her thong. As I peeled it down I was greeted by the sight of her perfectly waxed pussy without even a hint of hair anywhere.
When she lifted one leg to step out of the thong I draped the leg over my shoulder and went to lean in to get a taste of her. Rather than let me though Kate grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked.
“Ow ow ow ow,” I hissed as she pulled me up by my hair.
“I said ‘maybe another time.’ Right now I need you to fuck me,” Kate said, reaching down to grab my cock.
As Kate lined my cock up with the entrance to her pussy I was momentarily torn between feeling down about not getting to eat her pussy and feeling excited about getting to fuck her. When I pushed forward, easing into the tight furnace of her snatch, that stopped though. Instead I pushed everything out of my mind except for the way her cunt gripped and held me with every inch I fed into it.
“Oooh,” Kate moaned when I finally had every inch inside her.
As I started to pull out Kate lifted one leg and hooked it on my hip, the heel of her foot against my ass so she could use it to pull me back it into her. She put one arm on my shoulder and her other hand reached up and grabbed a shelf above her to help steady her as I set a slow pace.
With her back arched like that it thrust her tits out and made them look even bigger, if that was even possible. Unable to resist I leaned my head down as I reached out and lifted one of her breasts to my mouth. She moaned and leaned her head back against the wall as I sucked on the nipple.
“Fuck me,” Kate moaned as I made short thrusts into her so I could try to inhale as much of her tit as I could manage.
Remembering that we were in a closet in the middle of a party I decided it might be a good idea to quiet her moans a bit. To that end I let her nipple fall from my mouth as I moved to kiss her instead.
While still palming her breast with my hand I began to drive into her with more force now that I didn’t need to hunch over as much. The increase in power raised the volume of her moans but with my tongue in her mouth they were muffled enough that I wasn’t too worried about someone else hearing.
“Harder,” Kate demanded, reaching her hands down to my sides to use them in tandem with the leg still around my waist to try to pull me into her harder.
“You want it harder?” I asked her, picking up speed as I recognized the need in her voice.
“Yeah,” Kate mewed, her body showing signs of getting close to climax.
After having come from the blow job I was still a little ways off from my orgasm. I still wanted to try out a thing or two before we finished up on the likely chance that I never got another shot with her though.
So without warning I pulled out of her completely. She groaned in protest but before she could verbalize her complaint I spun her around so she was leaning forward against the wall. When she realized what I had in mind she spread her legs a bit and stuck her ass out so I could aim my cock at her waiting snatch.
“Oh god,” Kate squealed as I slammed my cock back into her in one quick thrust.
Grabbing her hips I immediately started to pull out of her. When I’d slid about three quarters of my cock out of her I drilled it back home as deeply as I could, causing her to gasp and shudder at the force.
“So good,” Kate moaned, pushing back to meet my thrusts.
With each thrust her tits bounced in front of her and I couldn’t help myself. Letting go of her hips I reached forward and grabbed one of her tits in each hand. I shortened my strokes and used less force, but Kate didn’t seem to mind since the stimulation of playing with her nipples seemed to make up the difference.
“Fuck me,” Kate grunted, her head hanging down as the pleasure started to overwhelm her. “Make me come. I need to come so bad.”
“What do I get if I make you come?” I asked her. I was determined to make her come no matter what, but I figured a little dirty talk never hurt no one.
“If you make me come I’ll let you fuck my tits,” Kate promised, her voice starting to take on the edge of one right on the verge of climax.
“I like the sound of that,” I said, using my hands on her tits to pull her upright until her back was against my chest.
Nibbling on her shoulder I continued to knead her tits with my hands. Using every last bit of strength in my legs I began to drive up into her pussy. After a half dozen strokes it seemed to do the trick as I felt Kate’s body start to clench of quiver against me.
Letting go of one of her tits I used my newly free hand to grab her head and turn it. I could tell she was about to explode in a big way and I pressed my lips against hers to muffle her screams just in time. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, pushing me dangerously close to my own orgasm.
When the threat of her of screams alerting everyone around to our activities had past, I let broke the kiss. Gritting my teeth I tried to focus on anything but the vise-like grip her pussy had on my manhood in an effort to ride it out and cash in her promise to let me fuck those magnificent pillows attached to her chest.
“Oh shit,” Kate moaned as her body finally went limp.
When I slid my cock from her pussy I was so close to coming that I had to think about baseball to hold it off. But it was completely worth it when Kate positioned herself on her knees on her knees in front of me.
Looking up at me Kate made a show of spitting on her hands and then rubbing the saliva into the valley between her breasts. After a couple minutes of that and giving me just enough of a break to make me feel like I wasn’t going to shoot off with the slightest breeze Kate grabbed hold of my cock.
Bending my knees I let her guide the shaft into her cleavage. As she pressed her tits together around my cock I started to slowly thrust my way between them. Between the saliva, sweat from our fucking, and the residual pussy juice on my cock there was plenty of lubrication.
Kate locked eyes with me and each time the head emerged out of the top of the fleshy tunnel she flicked the tip with her tongue. It was an amazing feeling, and an even more amazing sight and quickly I found myself back on the brink of coming.
“Gonna come,” I hissed in warning.
“Don’t want to make a mess,” Kate said, smirking as she let go of her tits and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.
Grabbing the shaft with her hand she started to jerk me off while she sucked on the head. When she tilted her head up so she could look at me while she sucked me off it was more than I could take.
Clenching my teeth together my toes curled up inside my shoes as it felt like every muscle in my body tensed up. Gasping for air I felt the semen rising up the shaft before erupting out of the end. With a grunt I bucked my hips as I shot my wad into the expert mouth of Kate Upton.
“You are really good at that,” I said, putting a hand against the wall to steady myself as my knees threatened to turn to jelly.
“You weren’t so bad yourself,” Kate said, giving the tip of my cock one last lick to get the last little bit leaking out. “We definitely have to do that again.”
“It might have to wait a day or two because I don’t know if I could take it right now,” I said. As proof, she was on her knees in front of me running her hands over her tits to make sure she hadn’t somehow let some of my spunk leak out and drip onto her body where someone might notice and my cock barely twitched at the sight.
“I have to go back to New York in a couple days, but we should definitely get together again before I leave,” Kate said, picking up her clothes.
“Well, you do owe me one,” I said. When she raised an eyebrow in question, I turned her smirk back on her. “You wouldn’t let me eat your pussy and you’re not leaving town until you let me return the favor.”
“Come by my hotel tomorrow night and you can spend as much time as you want doing anything you want to me,” Kate said, winking as she turned her back so I could zip her dress for her.
After I’d zipped her up Kate opened the door and peeked out. When she was satisfied that the coast was clear she slipped out, leaving me alone for a moment. I checked to make sure my clothes were straight enough to allow me to get out to my car without raising too much suspicion I followed Kate out.
+ * + * +
When I opened the door I found Tom sitting on a stool watching the door. He took one look at me and sighed. “I hate you.”
“What did I do?” I asked him, closing the door behind me.
“Because you got to fuck Kate fucking Upton,” Tom said, cracking a smile. When I just sheepishly returned his smile his eyes went wide. “I knew it, I fucking knew it. When I was talking to her earlier all she could talk about was you. Did you have a girlfriend? Were you really as nice as you seem? I knew she was into you, and then when she called on your phone to see if I needed a ride I decided to jump on the grenade and let you stick around to close the deal with the swimsuit model. Man, I don’t know whether to be really jealous or really proud.”
“Be jealous,” I said, giving him one of Kate’s trademark smirks.
“Tell me she gives good head,” Tom said. “On second thought, don’t tell me. If she does, it’ll just make me want to strangle you. And if she doesn’t then it’ll just kill my fantasy.”
“Lets just say she doesn’t suck at sucking,” I said, grinning.
“I hate you,” Tom sighed, shaking his head as he slid off his stool.
“By the way, thanks for jumping on the grenade and coming home alone,” I said as he headed for his room.
“Who said I came home alone?” Tom said, smiling. “In the cab on the way home I called Ginger and had her meet me here. She’s asleep in bed. I just came out here a few minutes ago to see if you closed the deal. And now I need to go to bed because I have class in the morning and then some job interviews in the afternoon.”
“Good luck on both,” I said, heading for the bathroom as Tom headed for his room.
With graduation rapidly approaching for both of us, we were facing the inevitability of entering the real world. I’d already landed a full time job but Tom was still starting the process but he could be a smooth talker when he wanted and I was sure it wouldn’t take him long to find something.