Benefits Ch. 4 – Change Of Plan

Benefits Ch. 4

Change of Plan

By Mr. Fantastic

None of the events in the story actually occurred. It’s all fiction folks.

“Found it yet?” I asked urgently, rustling through a box of my hardcover collections.

“Not yet Jake-O,” replied Laura, looking through my hallway closet. “You find it Mila?”

“Not up here,” she replied,
popping her head out from the attic door. “Remind us both again Boy Wonder, why Dyl isn’t here helping with this mythic quest?”

“Damned if I know,” I replied. “That ass monkey hasn’t answered his phone all day.”

“And he’s missing out on all this fun,” Laura said with a smirk. We had been at this for the better part of the day, looking for my prized possession, The Plastic Man Archives Vol.1. Needless to say, Laura was perplexed as to why something like that had me so worried, but she didn’t really want to ask, at least not until it was found, at least that’s what I surmised. After about another half huor of searching, we decided to give it a rest.

“Fuckin’ Hell!” I yelled. “Where could I have put that fuckin’ book?” And just as those words had left my lips, there came a knock at the door. “Come in,” I said gruffly, in walked Dyl, with a rather odd grin on his face.

“Guess what buddy, that internet auction idea you had actually worked out okay,” Dyl said, sitting down on the couch.

“What internet auction idea?” asked Mila.

“Well, the Boy Blunder here had this idea that we start selling some rarer books via ‘net auctions, rake in some extra cash. Started it up about five days ago , made the first sale only two days after that, got the payment today.”

“How much?” I asked, a bit curious. This was at least some good news.

“First book sold, 100 bucks. Not bad for some comic.”

I instantly turned my face to Dyl. “What comic? We didn’t put ANY comics in the rare section. At least I didn’t.”

“Uh, yes you did. You brought it to the store on Tuesday. Some Plastic Man book.”

“I left that in my desk drawer. The desk in my office. MY PRIVATE OFFICE.” I started staring daggers into him. “Are you telling me you went into my office, took something OF MINE from my desk, and put it up for auction without even fucking ASKING ME?”


“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” I screamed, as a leapt at him on the couch. Fortunately for him, Mila and Laura managed to pull me off of him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, getting up and away from me.

“You fucking idiot. NOT ONLY did you fucking go into my office without even fucking asking and go through my desk ALSO without asking, you sell something without even clearing it with me.”

“I don’t get it, what’s the big deal about the book?” he asked.

“Nothing. Nothing. Just get out of here okay. Let me fucking cool down.”

“Fine. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Whatever,” I said, sitting on the couch. He walked out the door in a bit of a hurry, and Mila stood up soon after.

“I should get going too,” she said, “Got a date tonight. You going to be okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, see you later,” I said, and with a wave, she walked out the door as well. Laura sat down next to me on the couch, and I could already tell she was giving me an inquisitive look without even seeing her face.

“Okay, why the fuck did you just go psycho all of a sudden over a comic there?” she asked.

“Well, before my Granddad died last year, he gave me that on my birthday. Last one before he died actually. He was the one who got me into comics actually. Gave me a bunch of old golden age stuff, especially a lot of Plastic Man stuff. Police Comics and such. Have those locked up for safe-keeping, but he gave me that book as kind of a connection to us. I know it probably doesn’t make much sense, but it meant a lot to me. Kind of stupid in retrospect I guess.”

“No it’s not Jake. That actually comes off as kind of sweet, though I don’t know if it’s ‘beat the fuck out of you friend’ sweet.”

“Yeah, and that loss compounded with Mila having a date…ugh, what a great fuckin’ day.”

“Well, the former is kind of your fault,” she said, “You agreed to this whole idiotic “wait-a-year” plan. You have no one to blame but yourself.”

“You are such a picker-upper Red.”

“What can I say? It’s a gift. You need any help cleaning this all up?”

“Nah, I can manage.”

“How about some help cooling down?” she asked a with a smirk.

“As much as I may regret it later on, no. Not even remotely in the mood.”

“Your loss then,” she said, walking towards the door. “By the by, when is your birthday?”

“February 5th. Why?”

“Gotta know your birthday if I’m gonna get you a present. Gives me two weeks shopping time. See ya around. Hopefully in less clothing.”


“Oh come on dude, fuckin’ forgive me already,” Dyl said following me as I stocked the shelves f the store with new arrivals. “If I had fuckin’ known about the damn book, you know I wouldn’t have sold it.”

“How about you get to work helping me stock instead of running your damn yap, so we can get this work done with?” I asked gruffly.

“Fine man. You can’t keep this up forever. Its already been almost two weeks. And you can’t not talk to your best bud on your birthday.”

“But I am talking to Mila. You on the other hand are a completely different story.”

“Oh that’s low man. Real fucking low. And after the kick ass present I gave you last year.”

“Kick ass present? You gave me a porno with a note attached that read ‘Better luck next year!’.”

“Oh come on, that was fuckin’ hilarious!”

“You gave it to me in front of my parents dipshit.”

“Oh come on man, it was just a joke,” he said. “Listen, I’ll completely make this stuff up to you dude, just stop being so butt hurt about it.”

“Fine. You figure it out though. And wait till after the stocking is done. We open in 30 minutes.” He simply nodded and finished helping me with the stocking, and we soon opened the store. Slow Wednsday as usual, so I went back in my office and basically stewed a bit more. I was still very pissed about my now gone Plastic Man book. I know to a lot of people it seemed odd to be so pissed, but some people have a treasured blanket, others have some stuffed toy. I had a book. Not that strange when you think about it. I don’t know how long I had been in there just brooding and mumbling various expletives, but it must have been at least a couple of hours, because Dyl popped his head in and announced he was going for lunch. I gave him the okay and went out to the front. Soon after he walked out to get his food, Mila walked in, a spring in her step.

“Feeling better, or you still a grim little Dark Knight?” she asked cheerfully, leaning over the glass counter.

“A bit, but obviously not as happy as you,” I replied. “What’s with the mega-smiles? You get lucky or something?” Dear God let the answer be no.

“No,” she replied sarcastically. Hallelujah. “I got a little birthday surprise for ya. Right in my purse. Care to take a little guess?”

“Hmm, using the deductive skills I’ve gained over a youth wasted on Batman comics, I can say that it’s most likely NOT women’s underwear.”

“Who do I look like, Dyl? Of course it’s not that. But what is it?”

“I honestly haven’t the faintest. What is it?”

“Well, since you do seem perplexed, I think I’ll just tell you, but just this once…” she said as she started to reach into her purse. She pulled out two strips of thin cardboard. Tickets of some kind obviously, and she handed them to me. I dropped my jaw when I saw the print on them.

“Tickets. To see KISS. Front and center……….holy shit.”

“I thought you’d like it. It’s a week after your birthday, but you and me, front and center, make-up plastered on our faces. You a happy Jake now?” I simply nodded in reply. “Good. Well, I need to get going. Hope this brightens your day up a little bit. I hate to see my big, strong hero all sad and mopey. And happy Birthday by the way. Tomorrow isn’t it?” Once again simply a nod, to which she giggled. “Okay then, See you then. Same party place as always?”

“Most likely. See you then.” She waved good bye as she walked out the door. I simply sat back on my stool near the register and marveled at the tickets I held before me. Yippie Ky Yay.


It was a big round table event as it had been since my 18th birthday at my favorite Mexican place, the same one the I had gotten to know Laura so intimately well, and most of my friends were there. My parents were unfortunately absent, being in New York for business, but my recent crew of friends were around, Mila, Dyl, Laura, and Ashley Scott(we had a few more liasons since our first encounter) were there. Had a fairly decent present count too. I do believe Dyl overcompensated a bit with his gift to me, giving me about $150 worth of comics, but I wasn’t complaining. I planned to ride this guilt train till it came to crashing halt. Oddly enough, hadn’t gotten anything from Laura or Ashley, but since they were paying for the food and drinks, I didn’t say a word. Sooner than later though, Mila had to go. Early morning for her, she had some big audition to head off for. SHe gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, which Laura quickly snapped a pic of. Dyl left after that.Leaving the only ones at the table being me, Laura and Ashley.

“Hey Jake,” Laura whispered, “You ready for your real present now?” She raised her eyebrow as I looked at Ashley, giving me a wicked grin as well.

“Y-yes. Definitely.”

“Waiter,” Laura said, reaching her hand to give my cock a quick squeeze. “Check please.”


“First part of the gift Jake, is a show,” Ashley said as we walked into my bedroom. “You strip naked though. You can do whatever you want at first, BUT don’t touch us until we say so, okay?”

I nodded in reply, as I removed by shirt and started to unbuckle my pants.

“Good,” Ashley replied, turning her gaze to Laura. “Ready?”

Laura answered by grabbing her face, kissing her deeply, her tongue entering Ashley’s mouth and wrestling with it. Ashley took her hand and removed the straps of the top that Laura was wearing and slid them down her shoulder. The kiss was broken and Ashley slowed kissed and licked her way down Laura’s neck, removing her face only to remove the top completely. Ashley went to her slow approach, moving Laura to lay herself down on my bed, which she readily did. Ashley climbed on top of Laura, moving down to her breasts, sucking and nibbling on Laura pink nipples, now hard enough to cut diamonds. She glided her tongue to the valley between Laura’s breast, leaving a wet trail of saliva in her path. I watched as she kissed and licked Laura’s breasts, making swirls across her nipples, while Laura sucked eagerly on Ashley’s fingers, sending moaning vibrations through her digits.

Ashley removed her fingers from Laura’s mouth, moving them down to join her mouth in the assault on Laura’s breasts. She massaged and kneaded Laura’s breasts, pinching the nipples in between grazes with her tongue. While this was going on, all I could do was watch and stroke my rock hard dick, waiting for the moment when I could join in. I continued watching as Ashley continued her trip across Laura’s fantastic body, licking her way down her stomach reaching the belt of her jeans. She rose up, sitting on her legs and unbuckled her belt, removing it from the loops of Laura’s jeans. She put her face back down to Laura’s crotch and unbuttoned, then unzipped her jeans, opening them up and planting a kiss on Laura’s panty covered crotch. She then stood frm the bed as Laura lifted her legs straight in the air. She took off the boots and socks Laura was wearing, followed by slowly peeling off her jeans, leaving Laura clad only in her black lace panties. Ashley parted Laura’s legs and once again climbed on the bed, now kneeling between those long legs.

“Can I stand over you to get a better view?” I asked Ashley.

“OF course Birthday Boy, just no touching till you get the okay.” I walked over to Ashley, standing just behind her, getting a very nice view of the job she was to do on Laura. I watched and stroked, as Ashley began her joyous work. She began by lapping at Laura’s crotch, mxing her saliva in with the juices already soaked into the panties. She darted her tongue in best she could, knowing that all it would really be to Laura was a simple tease. Ashley then moved her head to the left slightly, nibbling and licking Laura’s inner thigh, and lightly, ever so lightly, running her fingers over the moist area. Ashley took her hands up to Laura’s waist and hooked her thumbs around Laura’s panties, slowly removing them as she had recently the jeans. Then without any further hesitation, Ashley latched her mouth onto Laura’s wet slit. Not having X-Ray vision, I can’t say with precision what Ashley was doing besides the general term of eating Laura out, but what I could tell is that Laura was heavily enjoying herself, grabbing onto Ashley’s head and grinding her moist pussy into her face.

“Oh that’s fucking it…fucking eat me you fucking slut….oh fuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk….”, Laura managed to get out, her back arching, pinching and twisting her own nipples, her eyes shut, lost in pleasure. Ashley then started to finger fuck Laura as she licked and sucked on her. She slid another hand under Laura’s ass, and from what I could she, she slowly inserted her index finger into Laura’s asshole. Laura let out a gasp, and looked at Ashley with a devilish grin, which Ashley returned.

Ashley then concentrated on the job at hand: getting Laura off. And from the look on Laura’s face, she was almost there. Her moans were getting lower and lower, and coming faster and faster, and I knew from experience this meant she was very close. Soon her back was arched again, a pleasureful, loud moan escaping her lips as her head thrashed from side to side, her beautiful red locks a blur over her face. She was at it now, and Ashley was now working her overtime, getting every last bit of pleasure she could out of Laura. Finally, Laura collapsed on the bed, her body glistening in sweat.

Ashley turned to look at me. “Okay Birthday Boy. Join in. You direct the action,” she said with a smirk.

“All righty,” I replied. “Laura, get on your hands and knees in front of me. Ashley take off your clothes, and lie in front of Laura, legs open. When I stick my dick inside of you Laura, start eating Ashley out.”

“You got it Jake,” Laura said with a smirk as should moved down the bed, getting into position as Ashley removed her clothes and did the same. “Stick it in Jake. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” I grabbed Laura by the hips and rammed my hard cock into her wet cunt, getting a pleasureful moan from her.

“What did I say Laura?”, asking her as I playfully spanked her ass. “Eat her pussy.” She gave me one more of her patented looks, then dove her mouth straight for Ashley’s wet pussy, causing Ashley to respond with a sigh from her smiling face. She stared me right the face as I began to fuck Laura, as Laura herself ate Ashley out, and I held her gaze as best I could.

“Ooooh, fuck yeah Laura….you’re so fucking good….mmmmmmm,” Ashley moaned, about to grab onto Laura’s head until I intervened.

“Uh-uh Ashley. No touching till I say so,” I told her with a smile.

“You fucker,” she said with a giggle as she held on to the head board of my bed, moaning in ecstacy as Laura went to town on her, repaying Ashley with everything she had as I fucked her tight cunt as hard as I could. I leaned over to her ear and whispered to her urging her on.

“You look so fucking hot right now Red….so fucking hot. Eat her damn pussy. Make her cum even harder than you did…fucking do it, you know you can baby,” I whispered to her, nibbling on her hear and kissing the nape of her neck. I started to feel like a change of position. I told Laura to lie on her back, and Ashley to sit on her face, facing me as I continued to fuck Laura. As soon as they were repositioned, I reinserted my cock and continued with my pace, but now reaching my head over to kiss and caress Ashley as I pounded away at Laura’s pussy.

With Laura’s right leg on my shoulder I leaned over as best I could and began to lick and nibble on Ashley’s neck, massaging her breasts in my hands as I slowed my pace to keep my balance as well as stave off my orgasm. Ashley grabbed me by the face and kissed me hard, moaning hard into my mouth, Laura’s performance wearing on her. From what I could se, Laura was now using some tricks Ashley had used earlier, sticking her index finger into Ashley’s ass, as I now moved my hand down to her pussy, my hand assisting Laura’s mouth in getting Ashley off, and soon enough Ashley approached her orgasm, her juices flooding over my hands and Laura’s face. She let out a loud scream, and gripped my neck hard, pulling me in for another kiss as she started to come down. But now, it was time for a new switch in positions.

“Laura, go sit on that chair and watch as I fuck Ashley. Finger yourself. Ashley, get on all fours in front of me now.” Laura got off the bed and sat down, watching intently as she fingered herself as Ashley got in position behind me. I bent myself down a little and licked her asshole, moistening for what Ashley now knew was coming. I kneeled behind her, watching her wiggle her ass at me, beckoning me. I pressed the head of my cock against her tight hole and eased myself into her ass. As soon as I was all the way in, I grabbed her by the hips and started to fuck her tight ass hard. She leaned her head all the way down to the mattress, giving me a better angle to drive myself into her, and giving her a better position to frig her clit. All the time, Laura simply sat and watched enjoying her show as I had enjoyed mine, pinching her nipples and massaging her breasts with one hand as the other fingered her slit.

“You like being fucked in the ass, don’t you Ashley?” I asked, thrusting into her with everything I had. “Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you in the ass. Fucking tell me or I’ll stop.”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Ashley growled. “Keep fucking me…I’m your fuck toy…I’m your fucking slut….don’t stop fucking my ass…don’t fucking stop….” And I was all to happy to oblige, I lifted her against me, her head resting against my shoulders, and kissed her deeply, thrusting into her ass as hard as I could. I was getting close to letting loose, but I wanted something special for that. I pulled out of Ashley’s ass, and was ready to direct some new action.

“Laura, get back over here,” I said, as Laura stood up and walked towards Ashley and I. “Both of you. On your knees in front of me.” They complied, both giving me a one-two punch of their patented grins. “Suck me.” Hey, it was my birthday present, and I was going to have some fun with it. I watched as Laura went for my cock first, deep throating it almost immediately as Ashley took to my sack, tugging and sucking on my balls, completely coating them in her saliva. I leaned my head back as I slowly sat myself on the bed, and once again redirected my view to what these to ladies were doing to me. Laura bobbed her head up and down my cock with speed, but with insane detail, knowing me like the back of her hand, going over the spots she knew would send shivers down my spine, furiously licking the underside of my cock head, occasionally grazing me with her teeth, kissing it, licking, and making me sweat bullets.

Ashley had stopped her work on my balls and joined Laura in her work on my prick. They took positions and faced each other, and went in for kiss with my cock in the middle. Their lips and tongues meeting and rubbing each other as best they could with my dick smack in the center, quite the pleasurable experience. They moved their kiss up and down my cock, jerking me off in a way. A very slow, wet, way that was insanely pleasurable.

The double kiss stopped and now Ashley took me into her mouth, and unlike Laura, slowly eased me all the way into her mouth as Laura did some work on my sack and the surrounding area, teasing me in the way Ashley had teased her earlier, delicately licking and tickling my inner thigh, licking and nibbling her way to my balls, which she also gave a wet coating. Ashley was also doing her tricks to my cock, being a bit more gentle with it, but still giving me the treatment of a lifetime. She slowly, achingly slowly suckled only on the head, twisting and turning her head, making a tornado of sorts with her mouth. She removed me completely and met me at the base, slowly licking and kissing her way back to the tip, before deep throating me again, urging me on to my climax, her head now bobbing up and down and my pole with speed, nearly pulling my cum out.

“FUCK, I’m cumming, AHHHHH!!” I exclaimed, and Ashley removed me from her mouth as both of them used there hands, jerking me to my end. In mere seconds, I let it fly, my cum hitting Ashley first, the first three jets hitting the bridge of her nose and her open mouth, streaking her lips and tongue. None of it touched Laura’s face however, because soon after, she covered my cock completely, take the rest of my hot cum into her mouth, so much going in it began to leak from the corner of her mouth. When I was finally done, I saw Ashley flashing a smile at me, and Laura with her mouth wide open, playing with my jizz in her mouth, then closing it and knocking it back like a shot of whiskey.

“Happy birthday sport,” Laura said, tickling my balls and causing my cock to twitch. “Hope you liked your present.”


After the ladies had cleaned up, Ashley headed out first. She gave me a kiss goodnight and wished me a happy birthday. I went back to my bedroom just as Laura stepped out of the bathroom, fresh out of the shower, and into my room.

“I don’t know where to even begin to thank you for the present Red,” I said to her.

“Your present’s not done yet,” she replied. “There’s something in my bag over there. Go open it up and take a peek.” I went over to her bag and opened it up to see something amazing. The book Dyl had sold. “I know how shitty you felt about it being gone, so I contacted the guy who bought it and bought it back.”

“How much did this cost you?” I asked with amazement.

“Fifty bucks more than Dyl sold it for.”

“Laura, you didn’t have to do this, but thank you so much.”

“No problem,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. “But I can think of a few ways that you can thank me in the comfort of your own bedroom.” I smiled as I laid her down on my bed.

“You better believe it,” I said, then kissed her deeply.


I decided to take half the day off after my birthday. I basically lazed around the house, played GameCube, nothing big, just relaxation. I was going to come in at around noon, so I still had about 45 minutes to kill. It was around this time the phone rang.

“Hello,” I said into the reciever.

“Jake?” the voice asked. “This is Mila.”

“Hey, how ya doin’ short stack?”

“Fine,” she replied, a tone of dread in her voice.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I have some bad news Jake.”

“What is it?” I was a bit concerned now. I was worried something had happened to her.

“I won’t be able to make it to the concert next week.”

“That’s it?” I asked, breathing a sigh of relief. “You had me going for a second, I thought you were in trouble.”

“No, I’m fine. I just thought you’d be a little mad.”

“Well, I am disappointed you can’t go and I have to go alone now, but I’ll get over it. Why can’t you make it by the way?”

“My agent booked me a big time audition n New York without my knowledge, and it’s really important to my career that I go. I hope you understand. I’m really sorry, this totally messes up your present.”

“Mila, don’t stress, I understand,” I said, hoping that the disappointment wasn’t to evident in my voice. “We can do this next year.”

“You’re really not mad?”

“Of course not. Bummed, yes, but definitely not mad.”

“Good. Though you do know you don’t have to go alone.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I didn’t want you going alone, so I asked one of my friends to tag along with you, make sure you had fun.”



“WHAT?” I asked. I had met Elisha a few times before, and though she was a looker, no doubt abut that, she and I had never really gotten along. “What made you ask her? She doesn’t even like rock.”

“Well, I figured it give her something to do, and you someone to go with. That and she literally begged me to let her have the ticket. Why don’t you have lunch with us today, at least try to stand each other?”

“Fine. Come by the store at 1:00 and we’ll eat in my office.”

“Great, see you then. Bye Jake.”



I found myself at 12:45, once again stewing in my office. I could handle the fact that Mila wouldn’t be going to the show with me, but the fact that I had to go with Elisha was just rubbing me the wrong way. She wasn’t a particularly bad person from what I knew, but for some reason, we never got along, and were always trading dirty looks and sarcastic remarks. Not the friendly type either, just honestly bitter things. Don’t know why Mila thought this was a good idea, but I wasn’t about to make her feel bad. She did get the tickets after all. Soon enough, Mila and Elisha rolled in, fast food bags in hand and headed to my office as Dyl ran the register.

“Hey there Jake,” Mila said, Elisha at least acknowledging me with a nod.

“Hey Mila, Elisha.”

“Hi,” Elisha said, a disinterested tone in her voice. “Your store’s still running?”

“Yes, quite well actually. Why don’t you take a seat?” They did, and we began eating and chatting, but with little to none of the talking actually occurring between Elisha and I. Eventually, Mila got a phone call on her cell and had to take it outside, leaving Elisha and I alone.

“You know, for a guy who begged for to see some stupid concert with a no talent band with him, you sure are being cold,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“First of all, that’ll be the only time you refer to KISS as no-talent, and secondly, I didn’t beg for squat. Mila told me you begged.”

“Bullshit. Why would I beg to see a band I don’t even like?” I wondered that for myself a moment, then it hit me like a sack of bricks.

“Elisha, you single?”

“Ch-yeah right, like you have a shot.”

“Just answer me.”

“Yeah, why?”

” I think Mila is trying to set us up.”

“Why? She knows we don’t get along.” I then told Elisha about mine and Mila’s one year plan.

“That doesn’t make sense though. Why try and hook us up if she wants to get with you?”

“Insecurity? Chickening out perhaps? Does make me wonder though. Though now I definitely think you SHOULD go.”

“Why? If you want her and she wants you, why this horseshit?”

“You ask me like I know. Though I am kind of pissed, I honestly think we should go, if nothing more than to inspire a bit of fear into her. Besides, you never know, it might actually be enjoyable.”

“Well, she did spend a lot on the tickets, and it’d suck if one went to waste…why not?”

“Great, but please, for your own health, no KISS bashing at the show. The KISS Army tends to be….rather devoted shall I say.”

“Gotcha,” she said with a laugh, the first one I believe I ever got from her. And it wasn’t a witch’s cackle as I’d always assumed. “You know, we should probably hang out some before the show, to at least see if we can be in the same room for more than thirty minutes without getting into a shouting match.”

“Okay, how about lunch or something tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that’d be great, nothing fancy though.”

“I was just thinking In-N-Out or something myself,” I told her.



Over the six days before the show, Elisha and I hung out quite a bit, and I discovered, to my surprise, that we didn’t despise each other anywhere near as much as I believed we did. In fact, were weren’t total opposites in much besides music. We had similar TV tastes. Her favorite show was King Of The Hill, mine was The Simpsons. We both shared a love of Mexican food. Her favorite movie was Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, the ONLY 80’s teen movie I like. She was a lot of fun too. The first girl I have EVER gone paintballing with. Maybe seeing the show with her wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

Eventually, they day of the show arrived. I had gotten myself prepared, as I had for every KISS show I had been to. KISS army t-shirt, blue and grey custom Chucks, and of course, my face painted in the likeness of the living guitar legend, Ace Frehley. Elisha just told me to pick her up at her place, so I headed off. I parked outside her place and went up and knocked at the door. To my surprise Laura answered the door.

“Hey there…Ace is it?” she said with a grin. “Elisha will be out in a sec.”

“What are you doin’ here?” I asked.

“Well, Elisha asked me to come and do her up as best I could, apparently Mila told her I was good with make-up. Don’t know what else she told her I was good at,” she said, giving me squeeze on the arm. As soon as Laura finished that action, Elisha walked out of her room, and I was floored. She wore a nice pair of black boots, tight, hip hugger jeans, a belly shirt that said “Lick It Up” across the chest, a denim jacket, and to top it all off, she was adorned in Paul Stanley’s make-up. Needless to say, I was a bit speechless.

“Hey,” she said, “If I go to see them, might as well go all the way, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, still a bit amazed at all the trouble she went to. I was willing to bet she either had the shirt custom made or got it off the ‘net.

“That, and I didn’t want you to feel like the only dip with make-up on,” she said with a grin.


We arrived at the concert hall, and Elisha was a bit taken aback at exactly how many people were in make-up, some even in full replica KISS costumes.

“You weren’t kidding when you were talking about the devotion,” she said.

“No shit,” I replied. “You want anything to eat or drink, or you just want to head to the seats?”

“Hell, I wanna get a t-shirt. Might as well commemorate this day. Probably won’t happen again. Not that I’m not enjoying the company.”

“All right ‘Lish, but be warned, this band is addictive.”

“Sure, sure,” she said, rolling her eyes as we got in line for our shirts. After about a 15 minute wait, we got them. I got the standard black tour t-shirt, Elisha got herself a one as well, in addition to a baby doll T. For someone who doesn’t like the band, she bought enough stuff to prove otherwise in my eyes. We went to our seats in the stadium and waited…..and soon enough, all too familiar to me words of “YOU WANTED THE BEST…YOU GOT THE BEST…” came on, and I immediately stood from my seat and started cheering at the top of my lungs as the opening of Deuce began playing. Elisha rose up to, and was a bit startled when the pyro started going off. Soon enough though, she completely got into the groove, within the first song actually, singing the words as best she could, rocking her body. The songs rolled on, and I was amazed as I kept looking over at her, having the time of her life, despite her previous thoughts. I even thought Paul made eyes with her a few times on stage, especially when they performed the song “Lick It Up”. All too soon though, the show was over, and even Elisha seemed down from it. As we headed from my seat to the car, I looked at her and gave a smile. “What’s with the grin?”

“You had a good time tonight didn’t you?”

“Hell yeah. Didn’t think I would though. They’re not half bad.”

“Hell, you should here them when Ace is actually in the band. That’s magic.”

“Maybe I will,” she said hooking her arm around mine. “Wanna grab a bite?”

“Sure,” I replied as we exited the building and headed towards my car. We hopped in and headed towards a nice low key burger joint I knew in the area, and rolled in, still wearing the make-up, ordered our food and sat in a booth and began or little meal.

“You know, I really had a lot of fun tonight Jake,” she said, giving me another smile. “Which I didn’t think was going to happen, especially when Mila first brought it up. But I am glad I accepted.”

“Me too. I didn’t think it’d be this much fun.”

“Yeah, the unexpected really happened tonight,” she said, taking a sip from her soda. “No reason for it to stop either.” With that, she moved her foot, not lacking a boot, up to my cock, playing with it, hardening it. “What do you say to that?”

“I say alright,” I replied, a smile crossing my face. “Just, let’s take the make-up off first.”

“All right,” she said, taking another sip from her soda.


After finishing our meal and removing our make-up in the bathrooms, Elisha and I rushed out of the restaurant and into my car, and headed off to my place. As soon as the door had been closed, we latched onto each other, kissing each other as I started the car. We continued this on the road, our tongues intertwining as best they could as I kept my eyes one the road. Her hands moved down to my crotch, and started rubbing my hardening bulge. She clasped her index and middle finger on my zipper and started pulling down. She then removed my fully erect dick from the opening and lowered her head over it, engulfing me completely almost immediately, and holding my cock down her throat for a good minute before she removed herself, leaving my cock in a shiny coat of her saliva. She gave me a wicked smile as she jacked me, making it very hard to concentrate on the road.

She licked my cock head voraciously, creating the all too familiar sensation of pleasurable heat, and once again took me all the way into her throat, but much more slowly this time, making me savor every single second of what the beauty was doing to me. I moved one of my hands form the wheel to the back of her head, guiding her up and down my cock, giving her skilled mouth encouragement as she sucked me. I felt the building in my balls , and announced that it would be soon, and Elisha simply sped up her bobbing, p and down, twisting and turning as best she could from her position, and all too soon, I exploded in her mouth, coating her tongue with my hot jizz. I felt as her mouth worked to swallow every drop, drinking it down like the finest drink she had ever had. She put my now soft cock back into my jeans, zipped me, up, and gave me lick into a kiss on my cheek.

“How’s that for an opening act?” she asked, cocking her eyebrow at me.

“I can’t wait to see the main act,” I replied. The amazing blowjob must have lasted longer than I had thought, because we had arrived at my place. I drove into the drive way and dashed out of my car and met Elisha in an embrace. She jumped on me, wrapping her legs around me, making my dash to the door a bit more difficult as we kissed each other. Luckily I managed to open the door and shut it, as I made it to my room where I laid her on the bed. I pulled her up slightly to take off her jacket and shirt, and found myself simply staring at her breasts. Not content at simply being looked at, Elisha grabbed me by the neck and pulled me towards her, kissing me fiercely. I once again took control after that.

I licked my way down from her mouth to neck, then licked my way down to her breasts. I held them in my hands as I kiss the valley between slowly moving to her right breast, licking and kissing it, sucking and nibbling on her aroused nipples, then the same treatment to the other. I continued my mouth’s journey down her toned stomach, taking a few more seconds to suck and lick at her navel, before reaching her jeans. I undid them and slowly peeled them off, her boots being caught in the legs and removed with them. I then slowly removed her panties, simple white cotton, but sexy as Hell on her. I then started at her left ankle, slowly licking my way down to her crotch, but only teasing her with a light grazing of her aroused, glistening lips, moving instead to her right inner thigh, and licking my way up to her right ankle, getting a light moan from her. From there, I took my face to her slit, breathing in her wonderful musk, and licked her opening up and down, before finding her clit and catching it with my lips, lightly sucking it and grazing it occasionally with my tongue.

I inserted my index and middle fingers into her wet cunt, moving them around in twists as I thrusted them, trying to his as much of her inside as my fingers could. She was moaning heavily now, both hands on my head, working in unison with her gyrating crotch to drive my face further into her. Sure, it was hard to breathe, but she was enjoying herself. I started to suck harder on her clit now, teasing it with my teeth and nibbling o it a bit, makking her shiver and moan.

“Fuck yes…fucking eat me…eat my fucking pussy Jake…feels so good baby,” she said through gasps. Then without warning, she lifted my head from her pussy with a jerk and pulled me up for a kiss. “I need you inside me. NOW.”

She took my shirt off and laid me on my back, then in a mad dash took my , shoes, pants, and underwear off, leaving me completely naked, my cock at full mast. She took it in her hand as she lowered herself onto it, slowly covering my cock with her pussy, and it was a perfect fit, both of us letting out a sigh of pleasure when I was all the way in. She slowly began to ride me, placing her arm at my shoulders to balance herself. I moved my hand to her hips, as she began riding me harder, grinding her crotch into mine, creating insane sensations in my cock. I moved my hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit as she rode, me, hoping to make her feel as good as she was making me feel. She began moaning heavily, now leaning back, her arms moving behind her. I lifted my hand up to her mouth.

“Taste yourself,” I said through gasps, and she eagerly sucked on my fingers, nibbling on them as I removed them. I moved my hand to her breasts, cupping and massaging them as she leaned in my face for a kiss, which she deeply planted on my lips, but then something caught her eye behind my head. She gave me a wicked smile as I looked at what she saw: a pair of handcuffs. Laura must have left them here.

“Naughty boy has kinky toys,” she said, giving me lick to my cheek. “Wanna have some fun?” I gave her a nod as she took my hand from her breast and moved them to the bed post. “Where are the keys?”

“The drawer,” I said, pointing towards my night stand. She opened it and reached in, grasping the key. She then unlocked the cuffs, then just as quickly cuffed me to a pole on my headboard, placing the key on the night stand. She began riding me again, a wicked smile coming across her face, as she put her arms on my chest for balance. I started thrusting my self upwards, the sound of moist flesh slapping together becoming almost as audible as the loud moans and screams coming from Elisha’s mouth. Her nails began digging into my chest, leaving scratches as she drug the around.

“Oh fuck yeah, you fucking naughty boy…” she said in between moans. “You like my pussy don’t you?” she asked, stopping he ride to grind into me again.

“Fuck yes” I said in grunt. “Your pussy is so fucking perfect you little slut. You love having my cock inside you, filling you up, don’t you? You fucking love it.”

“Ahhh yesssssssss,” she hissed, moving her arms behind her again. She steadied herself and began to lift herself off and slam onto me harder and fast, building towards her orgasm. I stared at her face, contorted in the throws of pleasure as her orgasm hit her, her pussy clamping down hard on my cock and covering it in her juices. Of course, all this visual intake, added to the treatment I was getting, her orgasm triggered mine, and I shot my hot sperm into her waiting pussy as she collapsed on top of my, kissing me deeply, reaching for the key to unlock my cuff. She unlocked me, and I held her close, kissing her again, shooting my last few shots into her pussy as she milked me with it, draining my cock of everything it had. Finally, she moved from on top of me, my softening cock coming out with a slight slurping noise. She simply laid to my side. I held her in my arms as we fell asleep.


The next morning came, and I awoke to find Elisha still asleep in my arms. I had never EVER fallen asleep with a girl like that. And was intensely glad to see her. She awoke soon after me.

“Morning,” she said with a smile, lifting herself up to kiss me.

“Good morning to you too,” I replied, kissing her back.

“I need to head to the bathroom,” she said, getting out of bed.

“Wanna go get some breakfast?” I asked as she went through the door.

“Sure,” she said through the door. “Where?”

“There’s this nice diner about 5 blocks from here,” I replied, putting some underwear on.

“Sounds great. Give me 20 minutes.”


WE sat at a booth in the diner. She ordered a Denver omelette, I ordered pancakes and sausage. There was a bit of an awkward silence between us as we ate, but then she finally started the conversation.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said. “Not sex. I mean, just done it with some guy I barely know. But I fell like over this past week, we’ve kind of gotten to know each other. Really well”

“I know what you mean,” I said to her. “I’ve had ‘just sex’ before though, but his feels a bit different.”

“Like there may be something more to it than ‘just sex’?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I don’t want to sound weird or clingy or anything, but I really want to see you again. As more than just friends.”

“That’s not weird or clingy Jake. It’s how I feel too. I just don’t want to rush into anything.”

“Elisha, I’ve spent a good part of my life scared of rushing into things. And it hasn’t gotten me far. What I’ve learned is sometimes, if you don’t take the opportunity while it presents itself, you lose it. We have an opportunity here Elisha. An opportunity to have something great. And I do not want to lose it for fear of ‘rushing in’.”

“Yeah, but….” that was all she got out before I leaned over and kissed her deeply.

“Elisha, do you want a relationship with me?”

“Yes Jake, but its just that we only now started to even like each other, what if we’re making a bad choice?”

“Life is a gamble Lish. Sometimes you’ll get the greatest thing you’ll ever have from a risk. And this is one I’m willing to take.”

She thought over it for a while. “But what about Mila?”

“What about her?” I asked, not really believing the words coming from my mouth. “I know what I told you, but right now, the last thing on my mind is another woman, especially when I want to be with you right now.”

“Okay Jake,” she finally replied, a smile coming across her face. “Let’s place our bets and see where this takes us.”

“All right then,” I replied, cutting into my pancakes.

“Let’s seal it with a kiss,” she said, leaning over the table to meet my face, and kissing me deeply. As we broke the kiss, she look down at my plate and pierced a piece of sauasage with her fork and ate it. I gave her a raised eyebrow. “IF we’re dating, that entitles me to be able to pick some food off your plate and snack if I so desire.”

“Really,” I replied. “What do I get in return?”

“Well, I can’t tell you, but I’ll show you when we get back to your place,” she said with a smile.

All in all, I’d have to say it was a great birthday month. Only thing really on my mind now was Mila. Not wondering why I made this decision, but rather wondering how she’d react to the news. But right now, with Elisha smiling at me from across the booth, that concern was simply fading.

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