None of the events in this story occurred.
Its all fiction.
Ch.1: Life Thus Far
By Mr. Fantastic
California is one trippy fucking place. The laws alone will make your
fucking head spin, not mention its whackadoo inhabitants. There some nice
things about it though. And some of the people are actually nice as well.
But SOME being the key word. I learned this bit early in life, at around
seven years old. This new kid had come to my first grade classroom. She was
from Russia, and had some trouble speaking English. A lot of kids, mainly
ones bigger than her, picked on her a lot. Of course, right away, one of the
nice people came to her defense. Me. I’ve always had a problem with bullies,
so I clocked one of them in the face. I may have gotten in trouble, but it
was worth it. The kids stayed off her case for the most part, and I got a
lifelong friend out of the deal. Her name is Mila Kunis. My name? That’s
Jake Parker. And if things were proper in this universe, she and I would be
together. But we’re not. I’m mainly to blame for that. For some reason, I
have this fear that if she knew how I felt about her, she’d never want to
see me again, and I couldn’t bare that thought. That’s not to say I don’t
have some fun. Just because I’m mad about a woman doesn’t mean I’m not going
to look elsewhere if I’m not involved with her.
Like I said before, California is an odd place, and the oddities all seem
to stem from the southern half of it, and the southern half’s chief export.
Don’t believe what you may have heard the export is. It’s not a fruit or any
kind of food. The export is entertainment, and that export, while good in
its right, has driven the inhabitants of California, mainly the Southern
part, insane. They all have the dream, that will of COURSE come true, of
making it. Even I fell for this bug, but not in the way most do. I wanted to
be a writer, so I got the saner half of insanity. Of, course, as many know,
Mila went with acting, and got a lot of success from it. I have had some
stuff published, and am currently working on what I hope will be my first
major novel. For money though, I have a somewhat normal job. I run my own
You know, I realize I have gone on a bit without even describing myself, at
least on the physical side of things. I’m five foot eight, and around 175. I
work out a bit, but I’m no monster. The best way to describe my build I
guess would be Shawn Michaels-esque, but I guess you’d have to know who the
Heartbreak Kid is for that to do much. Black hair, and blue eyes round up
the package, well, the clothed package at least, though you’ll learn enough
about me as time goes on.
Anyhow, production on the new season of Mila’s show, That 70’s Show, had
begun, and she invited me onset to hang out with her. We hadn’t seen each
other for the entire summer. I had gone to London to visit some friends, and
had barely even spoken with her. I had been on the set before, so it was no
huge thing. I made sure to have Dyl(employee and best friend on the guy
side) watch the store. Any chance to just be around her was enough of a
reason for me to show up, and Dyl gets that. Anyhow, I arrived on the set
and was greeted with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Oh Jake, I have missed you SO much,” she said. “How has my hero been?”
“Good, good,” I said with a smile. “Had some fun. London was a lot more fun
than I thought it’d be. Still, I missed having you around. You know, someone
to rescue, and watch as I uphold truth, justice, and freedom!.” We both had
a laugh at that, while the rest of the cast just looked at us with an odd
“It’s an inside thing”, we both told them at the same time.
“Listen, we’re going to rehearse a bit, then me and Laura are going to
catch some lunch. You wanna join us, Gotham Knight?”, she asked.
“Well, I was going to organize my precious lint collection, but I guess I
could waste my time.” She gave me a punch on the arm with that comment.
“Then it’s a date smart mouth.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked
back to the set. I just stood back and watched them rehearse, and eventually
got bored with that and whipped out my GBA and played some Mario Advance.
Time passed, and it was time for lunch.. Mila, Laura and I all hopped into
my car and drove off.
“Now, where we heading for lunch ladies?” I asked.
“This little Mexican place I found a while back,” said Laura. Just keep
heading straight, then make a right at the sixth light.”
“Gotcha.,” I replied.
“You got any music to listen to?” Laura asked me.
“Oh of course. Only from the hottest band in the world,”
“And who would that be, in your opinion? In all the years that you’ve come
to visit Mila on the set, the rest of us know only a little about you,
except that obvious fact you two are very close. That includes musical
preferences mystery man.”
“You kidding me? Who else could be the hottest band in the world?”
“Oh, I don’t know, Radiohead maybe?”
I was a bit taken aback. “Excuse me?”
“Oh boy, here we go again,” Mila said with a giggle.
“Ms. Prepon, I am shocked. Being on a show taking place in the 70’s, you do
not know who the hottest band in the world is.” I said as I slipped a CD
into the stereo, and the now famous intro came on. From my speakers it
emanated: “You wanted the best, YOU GOT THE BEST…The hottest band in the
world, KISS!!!!”and it then went into the song Detroit Rock City.
“Ah, I see. You like your rock dumbed down.” said Laura.
“Give me a song about cold gin or casual sex over a song trying to explain
the mysteries of the universe any day Red. Not to mention Ace Frehley is a
God amongst guitarists. Plain and simple, its rock and roll, pure, unaltered
rock and roll. Can the ever so revered Radiohead say that?”
“Laura, don’t try to argue with him,” Mila said, “He’s a card carrying
member of the KISS Army. And it’s actually kind of good once you get into
it. Hey, could you skip ahead to Love Gun? I frickin’ LOVE that song.”
“Of course milady.”
Soon enough, we arrived at the restaurant. We were seated, and ordered our
drinks. We were sipping our drinks and eating some complimentary chips,
sitting in our booth making idle chit chat. Laura and I, despite our musical
disagreement, were we really getting along. I have to admit, I was REALLY
attracted to her, and I think she felt the same.
“So, what’s with all the ‘rescuing’ and ‘hero’ stuff? You save Mila’s life
or something once?” Laura asked.
“No, it goes back to when I first came to this country. I didn’t speak
English, well, at all, and a lot of kids teased the Hell out of me in the
first grade, at least until Jake here, beat the snot out of the big bully
who was heading the pack. The kid was in third grade, and lil’ seven year
old Jake knocks him on his butt with one punch, breaks his nose with another
to get him to stop teasing me. He basically has always watched out for me.
And since he was big into comics, and I think still is, I called him my own
private super-hero. He never let anyone mess with me. He’s probably my
closest friend,” Mila said.
“Yeah, that’s the story. Now cue the sappy music.” I joked.
“What, you mean like ‘Beth’?” asked Laura with a laugh.
“Well, hardy-har-har. It is to laugh.” I replied sarcastically, with a
tinge of a British accent
“Well, I guess heroes don’t have to have good taste in everything.”
“Hey, maybe if most of Radiohead’s songs didn’t sounds mopey and whiney,
I’d give them more of a shot. Rock and roll should be about fun. Pure and
simple. With the occasional ballad thrown in for good measure, of course.”
“Oh of course. Got to have a ballad,.” replied Laura with a smirk.
Eventually, the waiter arrived, and we ordered our food. Once the waiter
finished with our order, we resumed our idle chit chat. As before, Laura and
I seemed to be hitting it off a little. I also found myself looking at her
body. I couldn’t help it, but eventually, I started having sexual images of
her my head. My cock was getting hard. So hard I had to excuse myself.
Nature was calling, but not the way it usually does in a Mexican restaurant.
I excused myself from the table and walked, albeit speedily, to the men’s
room.. I went to one of the stalls and unzipped the fly on my jeans, and
started to jerk my cock like mad, to a quick release.
“Need some help with that ‘hero’?” I heard a voice ask. I turned around to
see Laura leaning against the stall door with her right arm, her left in her
jean pocket. “Because, you know, I wouldn’t mind helping you out.” She
leaned towards me and kissed me deeply, her left hand replacing my right in
jerking me off. “Lean against the rest room door baby. And lock it. We don’t
want anyone coming in.” I did as she asked, and looked at her as she got on
her knees. She took my cock and licked it lengthwise, slightly tugging at
the base of it. I moved my head back and let out a slight moan. She smiled
at me and slowly took my seven inches into her mouth, snaking her tongue
around as much of it as she could. She soon had me down her throat, and
slowly took me out, leaving my cock glistening with her saliva. She jerked
me off and took her mouth to my balls, sucking on them individually, licking
my sack, driving me wild. She then took her mouth back to my throbbing cock
and starting bobbing her head up and down my shaft, rapidly, sucking me hard
as she could. This woman knew how to give head, and I was reaping the
benefits of however much experience she had. She kept sucking me like this
for five minutes when I felt my orgasm coming.
“Oh fuck Laura, I’m going to fucking cum!,” I moaned.
She took my cock out of her mouth.”Shoot on my face. Shoot your load all
over my fucking face!”, she demanded, and she aimed my cock towards my face,
jerking me hard.
“Here it cooomessss…” I moaned as I shot on her face, hitting her on her
forehead. Another jet caught her on the bridge of her nose. For the rest,
she stuck he tongue out and pointed my cock to that, and lapped it up. She
swallowed all I had shot into her mouth and licked my cock clean. She then
looked up at me and gave me a wink with her cum covered face. She leaned
over the sink and started to wash her face. I was still taken aback by all
this, shocked, pleasantly so however. I zipped myself and looked at her with
lust. “You are definitely getting a payback for that.”
“Oh, I know,” she said as she turned around to look at me, “You can pay me
back when we go out tonight.” She leaned over and kissed me. “I think you
should exit first, you know, you came here first.” I nodded and walked out.
I sat back down with Mila and we started talking, and a few minutes later
Laura came back, and we acted as if nothing had happened. Soon our food came
and we ate, and I drove them back the set. Before saying my goodbye before I
had to return to the store, Laura palmed me a piece of paper with her phone
number and instructions to call her at 7:00. I drove back to the bookstore
and spent the day talking to Dyl and thinking about what I wanted to do to
Laura. Images of bending her over my car and taking her from behind, eating
her pussy, everything sexual I wanted to do with her floated through my
head. Soon enough 7:00 rolled around, and I called her from the office in
the back. We came to the conclusion I was taking her to a restaurant of my
choosing, and then any form of entertainment of her choosing. I’d be picking
her up at 8:30. I asked Dyl if he could close up for me. He agreed, in
exchange for the gory details of whatever I did that night. I rushed to my
house to get spruced up. I ended up wearing some black pants with a blue
shirt. I went by her place to pick her up, and she was wearing an amazing
looking black dress with matching heels. I took her to this Italian place I
know of. We went in, and ordered some water and some red wine.
“So, what exactly brought on, well, you know, earlier?” I asked.
“To tell you the truth, I don’t know,” she replied. “I usually would never
do anything but dream of doing something like that. But when we started
talking something clicked. Nothing to heavy or emotional, but something that
basically said I wanted to fuck you. I know it sounds odd, but I just really
needed to.” She took a sip of her wine while I was trying to soak this in.
“This isn’t going to become a relationship thing is it?”
“Outside of us just fucking? No. I mean we can be friends, but with
benefits. I’m not looking for anything resembling a relationship right now.
Why, are you?”
“No, not at all. I’m in the same frame of mind actually.” I took a sip of
my wine as the waiter came by to take our orders. We continued talking
throughout our meal. Talking of exes and past sexual situations. We both had
some very good experiences in our past. Some of hers I kept a mental note of
for lonely nights. We finished our meals and I paid the check. We went
walking back to my car when she pulled me into the alleyway and kissed me
passionately. Our tongues intertwined and massaged each other. I moved down
her face and started to nibble and suck her neck, moving down to her
cleavage. I moved the straps of her dress down and suckled at her pert
nipples. They were quarter sized, pink and perfect, I nibbled and sucked
and slowly moved down to her crotch. I was on my knees, and I lifted up her
skirt. I was very much filled with passion for this woman by now, so I
ripped off her panties, and lifted her right leg onto my shoulder. I licked
and kissed all the way to her glistening slit. I slid two fingers in first,
probing and massaging her pussy. She rolled her head back and moaned.
“Oh fuck yes….fuck, don’t fucking tease me…..” I took my fingers out
and rose them to her mouth, and sucked on her own juices greedily. I knelt
back down and licked her glistening lips. I slowly worked my tongue in and
licked her like mad. I latched onto her clit and teasingly nibbled and
sucked on it, tracing the alphabet as best I could on it with my tongue. I
sucked on her clit gently and slid my fingers back into her pussy, curving
them and moving around enough to hit as much of her wet cunt as I could. Her
hair was thrashing above me and her moaning was getting insane. “Don’t
fucking stop…I’m almost there baby…don’t fucking stop….” One of my
fingers had joined my tongue in massaging her clit. She was driven over
board, and my face got covered in her juices. She leaned against the wall,
obviously pleased. She gave me a come hither look, and I walked towards her
and kissed her deeply. I moved my mouth to her ear.
“Turn around,” I ordered her. She gave me that smile of hers and turned
around. I lifted up her dress again, and undid my pants. I slid my hard cock
into her wet pussy with one thrust, and we both let out pleasurable moan.
Wasting no time, I started thrusting into her hard, the slapping of our skin
together very audible.
“FUCK! Oh fuck yes, drive that fucking cock into me. FUCK!! Don’t stop
fucking me!” I of course obliged, and tried to drive my self even harder
into her. I reached my hand around and started to rub and massage her
breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples.
“You fucking like that Laura? Tell me how much you fucking love my cock!” I
said, thrusting into her with passion. “Fucking tell me.”
“Ooooh God….you’re cock is so great…I never want to stop feeling
it….just don’t stop….fuckkkkk…..”
“You want my cum? Huh? You want my hot cum baby?”
“Oh fuck yes…shoot your fucking load inside me…fuck…I want to feel
It was getting close to the point where I would oblige to her, but not
before doing my all to make her cum on my cock. I began swiveling my hips
with every thrust into her. My thrusts got more aggressive. I was growling
with every thrust into her. Her moans were getting more erratic as well. She
was nearing her own point of bliss. I took one of my hands from her breasts
and reached down to her pussy and started frigging her clit, and this sent
her over the line.
‘OH FUCK!!” she moaned. I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, her juices
flowing onto me, and that was also it for me, with a loud moan, I shot my
cum into her pussy. I leaned against her, she turned her head around, and I
kissed her deeply. I pulled my softening cock out of her and did my pants
up. “And that takes care of the entertainment for tonight,” she said with a
“You were great, fucking great,” I told her.
“You weren’t too bad yourself,” she said, catching her breath and composing
herself. “If you want, we can put on an encore performance at my place.”
“An encore sounds great to me,” I said, taking her by the hand to my car.
The rest of the night was basically us fooling around. I left her place at
around three in the morning, keeping in mind this may need to be a regular
thing. Sure, I love Mila, I know that in my heart. But I’m not going to wait
around for something that may never happen. I am not going to keep myself
from having some fun in my life. If it happens with me and her, it happens.
If it doesn’t I can always reap the benefits of being her friend.