By Mr. Fantastic
None of the events in the following story occurred. It’s all fiction people.
I had woken up at around 12:25 that day. Elisha was still asleep in my bed. After a long night comprising of a Kevin Smith movie marathon, with intermissions of fooling around between movies. First thing I saw was her smiling in her sleep. This woman actually
smiled in her sleep. And I could never get tired looking at it, a combination of serene and excited if such a thing could exist. She liked cheesy horror movies, low and high brow comedy, she was a beauty beyond definition, she slept till one in the afternoon on a normal day and she downed a bottle of JD for her 21st birthday. She was every guy’s dream. And she was with me.
I arose from my spot next to her and slipped on my boxers and headed towards the kitchen. Don’t know why, but for some reason I just felt the urge to make her a big breakfast. She usually didn’t want that type of food unless she somehow woke up in the morning, or at least still awake from the night before. But in my mind, I was pretty much determined in making this an enjoyable breakfast for her in any way I could. I spent a good 40 minutes making it for her. Blueberry pancakes with syrup & butter, Belgian waffles with whipped cream & strawberries, sausage and bacon. I filled two glasses and set them on the bed tray. One glass of milk, one of orange juice. I picked up the tray and headed to my bedroom, where she still was laying fast asleep, the smile still emblazoned on her face. I set the tray down on the night stand and moved over to kiss her, my lips pressing to hers causing her eyes to flutter open, and her smile become even wider, flashing me her complete smile.
“Morning,” she said, lifting herself up slightly in bed, leaning her back on my headboard. “What’s all this?”
“Well, I thought I’d treat you with an insanely good breakfast to start your day,” I said, kissing her on the neck. “And I do believe that this is a better way to start your day than Bagel bites.”
“Hey, the commercials say pizza anytime,” she said with a giggle, grasping the glass of orange juice and taking a sip. “But I suppose this will have to do.” I lifted the tray over her midsection, and sat next to her as she dug in. “Aren’t you gonna have anything?”
“No babes, I’m fine,” I said. “Had an omelette when I first got up.”
“Come on Chef Boyardee, I can’t finish this all myself.”
“All right Heesh, I’ll help you with it. But this is going RIGHT to my hips.”
“Don’t worry ’bout that, I’ll love ya anyway.” I got up to get myself a set of silver ware and took my place next to her. I dug into the waffle first, getting a big bite covered in cream. As I put the bite in my mouth, some of the whipped cream was obviously going to hit the outside of my mouth. It’s the law of whipped cream. But before I could pick up a napkin, Elisha stopped my hand in mid grasp and shook her there finger in the “uh-uh” pattern, and bent over to my face and slowly licked the cream off, depositing a bit of it in my mouth with a deep kiss before she went back to her meal. After that, she seemed to purposely drizzle some syrup from her bite of pancake onto her right breast, which I eagerly, albeit slowly, licked off and up to her mouth, returning the kiss she had given me.
“You know, I’d hate to see your sheets get ruined because I’m such a sloppy eater,” she said, placing her silver ware on the tray again. “Maybe you should feed me. Make sure I don’t make a mess.” I picked up the tray and once again placed it on the night stand, and took a position sitting in front of Elisha on my bed. She sat her self straight up to face me as I reached over to the tray, picking up a plump strawberry, making sure to cover it in whipped cream. I brought it to her face, beckoning her to open her mouth wide, to let her tongue stick out, awaiting the food. As soon as she had placed her waiting pallette out, I swirled the cream covered strawberry around her tongue, but only gently grazing it with the swirl, before gently placing it on her tongue, my fingers now only lightly grasping the small leaves of the fruit and she bit into the berry and ate it, slowly swallowing it down, licking her lips to get any juices that may have escaped her mouth. A fork full of waffle and pancake came next, but I didn’t bring it to her mouth immediately. Instead, I dragged the sticky sweet bite across her nipples first, gently licking the syrup trail left behind. I drug the bit from her lovely breast up to her neck, and finally into her mouth, licking every last drop of syrup of her body, kissing her deeply after the food had been swallowed.
I asked her to lie down as I removed the remaining covers from her, leaving her completely nude. I picked up another cream-covered strawberry, and went down to her legs, dragging the cream for her right ankle up to the inner thigh, gently licking the trail. I gripped the strawberry by the leaves with my teeth, and drug it from her stomach to her mouth, depositing the strawberry again in her mouth, stealing another kiss before I licked my way back down to her crotch. I planted small kiss on her inner thigh before I traced my tongue to her wet slit.
I lightly licked at her entrance, slowly bringing my hand down, dragging them slowly from her stomach to her pussy. I brought my tongue to her clit and gently grazed it, eliciting a light gasp from her. Slowly, I inserted my fingers, slightly curved, and began to finger her as I grazed her clit.
I twisted and pistoned my fingers in and out of her wetness, now writing out words and numbers as best I could on her nub. Her hips were now grinding in my face, her hands tweaking and pinching her nipples as her eyes were shut tight in ecstacy. She let out moans of pleasure through biting down on her lower lip.
I was about to get ready to send her into orbit when she grabbed me by the head and yanked me up to her face, kissing me deeply, nibbling on my bottom lip as I pulled away.
“Fuck me,” she said, staring into me eyes. “NOW.” She darted down and grasped my cock, aiming me at her entrance. Needing no further instruction, I removed my boxers and I thrust myself in, generating a loud groan from both of us.
She locked her ankles around me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. “What are you waiting for babe, FUCK ME!” I placed my arms at her shoulders and began to thrust in and out of her at a medium pace. “Harder baby…yeaaaaaaah….” On her command, I began to thrust into her harder and faster. She began to moan harder, scratching her nails across my back, moaning through gritted teeth as I fucked her.
I moved myself upward a bit and grabbed her legs, placing them both at my shoulders, giving me a better position to go into her, hopefully making it feel better for both of us. The change in position definitely made a difference in feeling for me as I thrusted into her. Her moaning got louder and more erratic, which was a good sign of her improved enjoyment.
“Fuck yeah baby, feels so good…..don’t fucking stop,” she groaned, rolling her head on the pillow as I fucked her, sweat forming on her brow.
Another position change came. I leaned back and sat down, as she lowered her self on my cock, facing me. I wrapped my arms around her midsection, her hands returned to my shoulders as we continued. She now met me for every thrust I gave her, her cool blue eyes filled with passion, nibbling and kissing my neck and lips between moans.
She ground into me with every thrust I gave her, making me throw my head back, as if in some attempt to catch up with my eyes that had just rolled back. I moved my head back into place and saw a devilish little smirk cross her face, as I leaned in to kiss her. As the kiss broke, we were still licking at each other’s tongues as she rolled us over, she now on top.
Elisha placed her arms at my shoulders now as she rose and fell onto my hard cock, my pelvis rising up now to meet her. I reached down my hand to frig her clit as she road me, sending a noticeable shiver up her spine.
With her moans getting higher, her sentences becoming more mere jarbles of words, I knew her orgasm would soon hit her, as mine would soon hit me. She dug her nails deep into my chest, and bellowed a loud, pleasurable moan as her orgasm hit her. Her pussy clamped down hard on my cock, her entire body shook. Mere seconds afterwards, I let out my own loud groan, and held tightly to her hips as I shot my cum deep into her waiting pussy.
Coming down off her high as was I, she collapsed on my chest, leaving a trail of kisses till she got to my lips, depositing a deep one on them.. She rolled slowly off of me, as I reached around an grabbed her in an embrace.
“Morning sex is the best”, Elisha said with a sigh.
“Well, TECHNICALLY, that was afternoon sex.” I replied with a smile.
“1:00 P.M. is morning for me smart guy.”
“Okay, just pointing it out.”
“Uh huh,” she said with a giggle. “I’m gonna go take a shower, you wanna join me?”
“You couldn’t talk me out of it.” I replied. As we both headed to the bathroom, she turned around and looked at me, and hugged me again.
“You know, despite how great that was, you’re still not getting out of the premiere,” she said giving me a smile and a kiss, then she hopped in the bathroom, with me in tow.
“I swear Jakes, you may be a bit morbid,” Laura said, handling my Freddy Krueger figure in her hand. “You ever think its odd to have this much of a horror fixation?”
“As opposed to being focused 90% of the time on the horizontal mambo?” I asked from my seat, putting on my chucks.
“Hey, it works for me.” She put down the figure and sat on my couch’s arm. “Come on Turtle Man, how slow can you possibly tie that damn shoe?”
“That depends on whether or not you’re still sane?”
“Kid, I was never sane,” she said with a smile. “Now let’s get out of here and look for you a nice tux.”
“You know Red, I never pinned you much for a fashion plate. You dress nice and all, but you never seemed to show a huge interest in it.”
“I don’t have a huge interest in it, I just have a knack for styling others, which is why you’re gonna be lookin’ good when I’m done with you Jake-O. You’ll be stylin’ and profilin’.”
“Like Ric Flair?”
“Jake, how you ever get any chances to fuck hot women is beyond me sometimes,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“I never heard you complain.”
“Just shut up and let’s get going.”
We arrived at some tux place at around 3 or so. We walked in, both looking somewhat out of place, but myself much more so than Laura, with my concert t-shirt, jeans, and dirty Chucks. One of the clerks at the store came up to us. The jerkwad gave me a major snooty look.
“Hello there!,” he exclaimed, shaking mine and Laura’s hands. “My name is Robert, is there anything I can help you with?”
“Well, my friend Jake here is in desperate need of a tux, so he can look a lot less like the world’s biggest slob, at least for a night,” Laura said, a smirk on her face. “I came along to help this poor soul out. Kinda like charity. So if you could steer us towards some nice lookin’ tuxes, I can take it from there.”
“Right this way then please,” the clerk said, leading us towards the tux section. Laura looked around some of the displays eyeing certain things, picking up others, before she selected a few things and threw them at me, causing a sloppy catch from myself.
“Try that on. Come out. Pretty sure that’s the right combo. Might be wrong though. But go do it.”
“Whatever,” I said in a defeated tone, slowly shuffling to a changing room. As I put on the tux, I swear I heard Laura talking to someone. Most likely the clerk to get his number, so I shrugged it off. When I had finished putting the Penguin suit on, I looked in the mirror, to see my nightmare. It was frightening. I looked more “Michael Bolton” than “Nikki Sixx”. I hate tuxes. I walked out to see another site. Mila and Dyl were standing there with Laura, look of shock on the face of Dyl.
“You owe me $20 Dyl,” Mila said, holding her palm out, receiving a bill from Dyl.
“20 bucks for what?” I asked, walking over to the trio.
“Simple bet really,” Mila said. “He simply thought you wouldn’t go all out for a tux. Thought you’d go for something more relaxed. I knew different, and VOILA! I get 20 bucks.”
“You look like a tool dude,” Dyl said. “Total Bolton fan.”
“I think he looks fuckin’ hot,” Laura interjected, smacking Dyl on the back of the head. “Probably my best work yet.”
“Yeah, you look good Jake,” Mila replied. “Not green short pants good, but good.” She giggled as the sentence was finished.
“Green short pants?” Laura asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It was Halloween! I was 9. And that’s all you’re gonna hear.”
“Well, I still think you look like a total douche,” Dyl said. “And I lost 20 bucks because of it.”
“You know, I just think you’re jealous of Jake here looking cleaned up while you still look like a reject from Day Of The Dead,” Laura said. “Bet you I could make you look damn smooth. You bring a car?”
“Yeah, why?” Dyl asked.
“‘Cause you’re staying behind with me so I can suit you up.”
“Me. And the fact you can’t say no to any woman who’s hot and you have a slight shot at banging.”
“God dammit,” Dyl said under his breath.
“Okay then,” I said. “Have fun there. I’m gonna pay for this and then drop Mila off where ever she needs to go. See you guys later.” Mila and I began to walk off, when I remembered I needed to ask Dyl if the new books had come in. But when I turned around, I couldn’t see either of them. I heard some moaning coming from the changing room though. I just continued walking towards the counter, grinning to myself.
“So what are you going to do with the 20 bucks?” I asked Mila, driving to her place to drop her off.
“I could go on a spree at the dollar store,” she said. From anyone else, it’d be a joke, but I knew she was serious about that bit.
“Come on, I’d save it, just to rub Dyl’s nose in it.”
“That’s half the fun of winning a damn bet.”
“I still have much to learn about the rules of guys.”
“Next lesson is why monkeys are so damn funny no matter what.” We sat in the car quiet for a bit before she asked a question.
“So why are you doing this premiere thing?”
“I don’t know really. She asked me in the middle of something, a situation where I’d easily say yes to anything. I was caught at a weak point. Now I’m stuck looking like the James Bond of the small bus.”
“You don’t look as bad as you think you do. You look rather dashing.”
“Well, I’d do you.”
“Who are you, Laura?” We both laughed at that, but I was honestly kind of shocked. Mila wasn’t the type to speak that out loud.
“I’m serious Jake, you’re looking totally Bond. Connery level.”
“Oh come on, Short Stuff, NO ONE is Connery level. Except Connery himself.”
“Oh I don’t know Jake, in the right light……”
“Whatever Kunis,” I said, cracking up. “This from the girl who loves the Roger Moore flicks.”
“Jake, I’m a Russian woman. I would think I would know something about a Connery-level handsomeness.”
“Duh, Bond always seduced the Russian women in his movies Mr. Mind. I thought you were a movie buff.”
“Well yeah, but I’ve always been more Freddy Krueger and Ash than James Bond and Remington Steele.”
“Okay. Just saying you look handsome.”
“Thanks then……but I’d prefer being the ruggedly handsome Han Solo or Indiana Jones type.”
“I just can’t win can I?” she asked, playfully punching me in the arm.
“Nope,” I replied with a grin. “But that’s what best friends are for.”
“Yeah,” she said, resting her head on my shoulder. She had done such an action many time before, but this was the first time it had ever made me feel uncomfortable though.
I walked back in my door and headed towards my bedroom to lay out my tux on the bed. As I walked to the kitchen afterwards, I noticed I had a message on my answering machine. I pressed play.
“Hey Jake, it’s Elisha,” the machine played. “Just calling to tell you I have to stay late on the set, and won’t be by your place til about eight. Don’t be pissed, I promise to make this inconvenience up to you baby. Love you. Bye.”
Well, I was pretty much on my own for at least 4 hours. So I did what any red-blooded American male would do. I popped in my Bride Of Chucky DVD and nuked myself some frozen pizza. Unfortunately, that only ate up about 90 minutes, so I popped in another DVD, Strangeland. An underrated flick that I can never get enough of. After that, I decided to hop in the shower. Actually renting the tux made me feel dirty. Michael Jackson sleep over dirty.
I hopped in and just let the hot water run over me. I was fucking tense. I know it sounds idiotic, but tuxes make me insanely uncomfortable. Like a total wine drinker. Still, Elisha wanted me to go, and for being how great she was, I couldn’t decline, no matter how much I dreaded going to the film premiere. It was important to her, her first real starring role, and she wanted me there. I understood that. I just didn’t get why I had to dress like a total douche. I would have taken a partial douche or full dumbass.
Then again, Elisha would of course be dressed to the nines. A nice classy dress, or something along those lines. Like really extravagant present wrapping. All the more fun to remove to get to the gift. Just the thought of what she COULD be wearing was enough to start to get me hard. Since I was going to be alone for a while, I just decided to take of myself right then and there.
I was at it for a bit, into it, Elisha in my thoughts. Soon enough, I was at my breaking pint, when the shower door opened, Elisha standing before me, completely nude.
“You just couldn’t fucking wait could you?” she asked playfully, stepping in with me. “Hope you don’t mind Crackerjack, got kind of dirty on the set, need to wash up. You don’t mind do you?” A wicked smile crossed her face as she leaned in to kiss me.
“Wanna help me wash up?” she asked. I simply nodded in response. She turned her back to me and leaned against the shower wall. “Wash my back.” I grabbed the soapy wash cloth and ran it slowly down her back. I rung it out in the middle, watching the sudsy water rolldown the small of her back and down into her crack. I leaned into her and nibbled on the nape of her neck, licking my way to her ear lobe, getting an excited sigh from her. I reached my hands around to her front, one to massage and play with her breasts, the other to tease her clit.
My left hand began to tweak and pinch at her nipples, alternating between right and left, getting a small moan to escape her beautiful lips. As I was at that, I reached my right down to her clit, lightly brushing over her aroused nub, getting louder, more excitable moan from her.
“Baby…oh fuck…Jake…” she muttered, her eyes shut.
“What is it Lish?” I asked, smiling as I worked on her clit.
“I need you inside me baby,” she gasped. “Fuck me…fuck me baby.”
“You want my cock Lish? Tell me how much you want my hard cock.”
“Baby, please,” she said, wiggling her ass in front of me, becoming me. “I need you inside me. Fill me….fuck me…pleeeaaasssseeee……” I lowered myself down as she opened herself up for me. I lined my hard dick with her slit and thrust myself into her, getting a loud moan to escape us both.
I kept massaging and teasing her clit with my right hand, as my left one reached out to cover and hold hers planted on the shower wall. She turned her head and snaked her tongue out, meeting mine as we enclosed in a kiss. I could feel her pleasureful moan echo in my mouth, its sound waves meeting with my own.
I began to thrust in her harder, to the point where she was pressed tightly between the shower wall and myself.
“Are you okay?” I asked, gasping as I thrust into her.
“Yes babes…keeep goinggg…so fucking close…make me cum…make Elisha cum…..” she replied in a breathless voice. I obliged to her demand, and continued my thrusting and the frigging of her clit.
With every thrust I made into her, Elisha thrusted back, her velocity matching or at least coming close to mine each time. Her moans were becoming erratic, more like growls. Every time I swivelled my hips to better drive into, she met me in a return, grinding into my while I was inside her completely. The views I got of her face were of shut eyes, focused on the sex at hand, and gritted teeth. Soon enough, the thrusting, the stroking of her clit, everything came crashing down on her, as her orgasm hit her.
“FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” she moaned loudly, a smile crossing her face as her pussy clamped down on my cock, ending my struggle to hold back for almost instantaneously, as I shot my hot cum into her waiting pussy.
I was catching my breath as I withdrew from her. She quickly spun around, graabbed me by my face, and kissed me deeply.
“I’ve come to a decision baby,” she said in between breaths.
“You’re definitely a keeper.”
“Now that’s a pressure of my back, and a load off your wallet, what with the rental fees and all.”
“Come on Jake, do it for me,” Elisha pleaded, laying in my bed, clothed only in my Duff Beer Delivery man shirt.
“No, I look like a friggin’ wine drinker,” I replied.
“Please….Laura and Mila got a peak, and when was the last time either of them wore a shirt that said “Lick It Up”?”
“Fine,” I said, a defeated tone in my voice. “But please, leave the sarcastic comments to a minimum.”
“I promise nothing,” she replied with a giggle. “Now come on Zoolander, put on that tux and show me ‘Magnum’.” With a grunt I got up and headed to the bathroom with the tux. About ten minutes later I resurfaced, but doing the Zoolander model act. Hey, she asked for it. I waited for a laugh from her, but all I saw was a stunned look on her face.
“What is it Heesh? I look like a total tool don’t I?”
“Oh God no,”she replied, getting up from her position and walking towards me. “Damn Crackerjack….just damn.”
“Oh come on Heesh….”
” I mean it. I have never seen ANYONE look as handsome as you do right now. If we weren’t already dating I would be speechless. Teenage girl dumbfounded speechless.”
“Really?” I asked, a smile creeping out and she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Yes. I know you don’t like tuxes, but….have I already said damn? I think you just got me all wet again.”
“Oh, now you’re just laying it on really thick Lish.”
“Wanna check?” she said, with a smile and a cocked eyebrow. I slid my hand under the shirt and slid my fingers into her snatch, which was like she said, very wet.
“I’ll be damned,” I said. “You want another round?”
“I’m going to regret this later, but I have a really fucking early day tomorrow, so I can’t. But I guarantee you, GUARANTEE, you’ll be getting a very special treat on premiere night. I promise.”
“Better than a Scooby Snack?”
“Jake, if Shaggy could get what I am going to give you, he would have ditched that dog and those other dipshit kids years ago.”
“So, what did Laura end up giving you?” I asked Dyl as we lounged behind the counter of the shop.
“What, you mean like a blazer or that damn Bolton suit you got?” he replied.
“No, I mean a handjob, head, or the whole nine yards?”
“A gentleman never tells you simple-minded gimboid.”
“Yeah, but you’re no gentleman Dyl.”
“Good point, but I still ain’t tellin’. I piss her off, I may never get any action from her again.”
“Fine, I’ll just ask Laura what went down when she comes by today.”
“WHAT?” And with that, almost as if on cue, Laura walked through the door.
“Hey there Jake-Off, Dyl,” she said with her usual smirk.
“Yo Red,” I replied. “You got my CDs?”
“Yeah yeah,” she replied, reaching into her purse and handing me the four.
“What did you think?” I asked.
“Well, Ace’s was the best, like you said. The others I just couldn’t get into that much.”
“What’re you talking about?” Dyl asked.
“Jake Frehley here forced the KISS solo albums on me, trying to get me to “see the light” and get wet at the mere mention of “Shout It Out Loud”.”
“Um, that song’s not even on any of those CDs Red,” I said to her.
“Oh, stop being so damn anal,” she replied.
“Never thought I’d hear you say that,” I said with a laugh as she slugged me in the arm.
“So, how’s business today? Usual stragglers and perverts viewing the Kama Sutra?”
“Why, looking for a date?” I joked. “But seriously, nothing but me trying to find out what you and Dyl here did in that dressing room.”
“Oh, that all?” she asked matter-of-factly. “All we did was fuck. He pinned me against the wall and went to town. Not too shabby actually. We had to stop halfway through to turn me around because he couldn’t hold me up anymore. You really need to work on your upper-body strength there Dyl old chap.”
Dyl just stood there, his mouth agape with shock. “I gotta go sit down for a second,” he said as he headed for my office and fell face first one the couch. Laura burst out laughing.
“What’s his prob Jake?” she asked, catching her breath from the laughter fit.
“Oh, I just don’t think he was quite prepared for such, openness I suppose,” I replied. “He should be mobile in about ten minutes.”
“Well, tell him I said “bye”, I just came by to drop the CDs off. Later on Jake.”
“See ya ’round Red.” With Laura out the door, I went over to Dyl still face down on my couch.
“You can get up now assclown,” I said, poking him in the back.
“You’re such a dick,” he said, his voice muffled by the couch cushion.
“Come on, I gave you fair warning about asking her.”
“I thought you were bluffing,” he said, slowly rising to a sitting position.
“I never bluff. How little ye know me.”
“Let’s get off of my dealings with the opposite sex, shall we?”
“Dealings Dyl? Being a bit generous to one’s self aren’t we?”
“Oh fuck you dipshit.”
“Moi? A dipshit? You wound me pigfucker.”
“I should kill you for that shit you pulled in front of Laura.”
“Stop being such a fucking baby.”
“Fine, fine,” he said, defeated in our battle of the small bus wits. “But I got a serious question for you man. One that I really want your answer on.”
“Fine, fine, shoot Dyl, what’s the question?”
“Would you mind if I asked Mila out?”
“Huh?” I asked, very confused. “Snce when do you have a thing for Mila?”
“Since always really, I just never wanted to say a thing because of how you felt about her. But now that you and Elisha are wub birds, I figured you wouldn’t mind if I gave it a shot.”
“Mind?” I asked. I shouldn’t care about it. Why would I give a rat’s ass? Mila and I had finally settled thigs betwen us. Friends, and that’s it. But this got to me on some level. “Naw, of course I don’t mind Dyl. Why should I?”
“That’s great!” he said with jump. “I’ll ask her next time I see her. Thanks dude.”
“No need to thank me. Not like you needed my permission to begin with.”
It was around six at night. I was putting the finishing touches on my tux. Nothing too big really, just straightening the bow tie, making sure everything looked kosher. But what happened earlier was still on my mind. Dyl and Mila? Since when? In what universe? Why? What the Hell? And why did I even care? I had Elisha in my life, and things were perfect. But why the Hell did this bother me so damn much? I had to push it out my mind. Elisha was going to be here soon.
It was around that time I realized I still had no clue what she was going to be wearing. Never occurred to me to ask after the shower rendevous. Guess I’d find out tonight though. I just hoping my thoughts didn’t have the same effect as last time. I wouldn’t have time, or the luck to have someone help, relieve the tension this time around.
I decided to sit down and watch the tube as I waited. I sat in an Al Bundy-esque pose and flipped it on. I settled on watching a Reno 911 episode until Elisha arrived.
I wasn’t waiting long. I didn’t even get through 10 minutes of the episode when I heard the door bell ring. I turned the tube of and got up to open the door. I was instantly floored by what I saw. There she was, the epitome of beauty. Her hair done up, a few strands falling to her face. A nice gold necklace was around her neck. She wore an ankle length black dress with a slit running up her right leg, her shoes were black strap heels. And my jaw was on the floor in reaction.
“Might wanna close your mouth there hon, that drool could leave a stain on your carpet,” she said, placing her hand under my chin, playfully closing my mouth.
“God Heesh, you look beautiful,” I managed to get out. “I mean cripes babe, I’ve never seen anyone look so beautiful.”
“Thanks babe,” she replied, a bit of a blush coming over her face. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” I replied, holding my arm out for her. “Let’s go.”
I was lounging in the back of the limo with Elisha, a bit taken aback by how extravagant this particular one was. I saw the TV.
“This thing get Comedy Central baby?” I asked, turning it on.
“Don’t know, knock yourself out in that brave search,” she said with a snicker, as I flipped through the channels. I actually did come across Comedy Central, and watched the rest of Reno 911 with her on the way to the premiere.
“Now Jake, I want you to be prepared for this movie,” she said to me in a serious tone. “I’m doing some pretty fairly intense stuff.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “You told me you don’t get naked, not that I would have cared if you did.”
“Well, I kiss a chick in the film, simulate a blowjob, simulated sex scenes, appear in skimpy clothes, things like that.”
“And why would I care about that?”
“Well, some guys would feel uncomfortable if they saw their girlfriend on the big screen moaning like she was having the grand daddy of all orgasms.”
“Well, not me. I could care less really. To me, it’s a movie that’s just a great opportunity for the girl I love. Why would I care? The guys watching only get to wish to be with you. I don’t have to wish, except for those times when you’re not there of course, or I make some crack about Canada. And even if I had a problem with it, I would have no right to say anything about it. Not like it’s something you can change with a finger snap.”
“You mean it Jake?”
“YES. Now if you were in a Barbra Streisand movie, I’d be a bit tiffed.”
“Ah, I see,” she replied with a giggle. “I guess even the level headed man of today has his limits.”
“Oh yeah, definitely,” I said with a smile as she kissed me on the cheek.
After the red carpet stuff, which I have found odd when just watching it on TV, we headed into the theatre and sat down. Soon, the room darkened and the film started.
As I watched the movie, I could feel Elisha looking at me on occasion, for some sign of how I felt about the movie. In the corner of my eye, I saw her smile whenever I laughed. Some of the scenes got a certain rise out of me, or at least a part of my body, which I am not sure she noticed.
Before long, the film was over. Everyone got up and began exiting. Many began walking to the after party, but Elisha guided me towards our limo.
“Where are we going babes?” I asked.
“To get your present for tonight,” she said with a smirk. “And you can only get it at your place.”
Upon that, I hurriedly rushed to the limo door and opened it for her, hopping in right behind her, quickly shutting the door. As soon as I hopped in, she grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me into her, kissing me deeply. She lay her self down on the seat of the limo, me on top, the both of us madly kissing and licking each other.
I slid my hands to her shoulders and swiftly took down the straps of her dress, pulling it down further to expose her breasts to me. I moved my head down to kiss them. I sucked her right nipple into her mouth, nibbling on it gently. I felt her hands rifle through my hair, excited breaths coming from her mouth.
Soon, she pushed me from on top of her, leaving me sitting in my seat as she got up as well. She soon moved from her seat, and soon Elisha was on her knees in front of me in the limo.
“I thought I had to wait till we got to my place for the present,” I said, a bit out of breath.
“Oh, this isn’t the real present, this is just a bit of fun before we get there,” she replied with a smile. She went to my pants and undid them, freeing my dick, now at full mast. She hovered her mouth over the head, darting her tongue out to give it a quick lick. She moved her head down to the base of the shaft and slowly licked back up to the crown, planting a kiss on the head, sucking up the precum that had already began to develop. She wrapped her lips around the head slowly took me all the way in, eventually getting all of me inside her mouth. She held me inside for a good 40 second before slowly releasing me, her back teeth grazing against the sensitive skin, making my eyes roll back a bit as I gasped.
A wicked smile came across her lips as she slowly started jacking me, sucking and kissing my balls. She sucked the right one into her mouth, rolling it as best she could, as her hand jacked me off, taking the occasional break for her fingers to tickle and tease my cockhead. Soon, my left ball got a similar treatment, and almost immediately after she licked and kissed her way back up my slick cock, taking it into her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down it at a medium pace, taking the time out randomly to focus her tongue on my head, twirling it around the head in a pleasure tornado.
I moved my hand around her head, guiding her up and down as she drove me closer and closer to the point of no return.
“Cum for me baby,” Elisha said, jacking me swiftly. “Cum for Elisha. Shoot your hot cum down my throat.” She resumed her treatment once again, bobbing her head up and down much faster, sending me over the edge. I began to thrust into her mouth without control, and with a loud growl, a shot my cum down into her throat. A rather large one as well, I felt I must have shot at least 6 healthy doses into her awaiting mouth. When I was done, she removed her mouth from my cock, showing me the amount of cum in her mouth, and swallowed it all, making an “Ahhhh” sound when she was done, as if she had just had a sip of water after wandering through a desert.
Right when I was about to return the favor, we had gotten to my place. She thanked the driver as we rushed into my place. As soon as my door was shut, we met in a savage embrace, my hands immediately reaching for her straps once again, pull her dress halfway down her abdomen. We stumbled our way to my bedroom.
Her back to the wall, I knelt down and lifted her right leg over my shoulder. I reached under the skirt and tore off her panties with a quick rip, getting a yelp and a smile from her.
I latched my mouth around her opening, darting my tongue in and twisting it around. I nibbled on her clit gently, teasing it with my teeth as I began to thrust two of my fingers in, twisting them similarly.
I eagerly lapped at her clit, taking breaks to suck on it roughly as I fingered her.
“Fuck yeah Jake,” she said in a broken voice. “Eat my pussy…make me cum baby….give me….oh fuck…” I continued at my frenzied pace, now movie my left hand to her firm ass, giving it a playful slap as I ate her out. Then slowly, very slowly, I slid my hand toward her asshole, and slowly slid my index finger in, eliciting a gasp from her.
Soon, the attention began to show it’s wear on her. She began to grind hard into my face, and her breaths became shorter, and her sentences became nonsensical.
“FUCK YES!!!!!” cried Elisha, as her juices flooded over mouth face and hand. I stood up to face her, but she quickly turned around and bent over. “Time for your present for being such a good boyfriend Jake.” She lifted her dress till her ass was exposed to me completely. “Fuck my ass Jake. Fuck it hard.”
I knelt down behind her and licked her asshole, hoping the saliva I’d leave would be enough to lubricate it. I stood up again and lined my cock up with her puckered hole, and slowly pressed the head in. A low growl came from Elisha, her teeth gritted and her eyes shut.
Slowly, I worked my way into her tight ass, inch by inch, until I was completely in.
“You okay?” I asked. “We can stop if you want.”
“Fuck Jake, just keep going,” she replied in a breathless tone. Since I had been given the okay, I grabbed on to her hips and began to thrust in and out of her ass. She was amazingly tight. Made me think this was her first time having anal sex, which actually made me feel good about myself, that she was offering this up to me. I smiled to myself as I fucked her.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” she moaned, moving her left hand down to her clit, frigging herself as I fucked her. I began to thrust into her bit harder now, slapping her ass playfully on occasion, which in itself got yelps and wicked smiles from her. I moved on of my hands down to hers to join her in the attack on her clit.
Sweat was heavily forming on my brow, drops of it beading up and falling on Elisha’s ass. My thrusts were becoming harder and harder, I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out, but I wanted to wait until she came. I mean Hell, if she was going to offer up her ass, the least I could do is make sure she came. I started to take more control of the treatment her clit was giving. The double stimulation she was receiving on it was enough to get her more into this than she would initially, but with the new, more frenzied effort I was giving, it sent her to her bliss.
“YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssssssssss……” she groaned, her head hanging down, exhausted for the experience, but still propping herself up, waiting for me to reach my release. She wouldn’t be waiting long though. A few more thrusts and a loud growl later, I let loose up her ass, shooting my seed deep into her bowels. After taking a few deep breaths , we both moved a bit and fell forward onto my bed. I leaned over and kissed her, my dick now softening enough for me to pull out with a barely audible pop. To tired to even form words anymore, we fell asleep.
I woke up at around five in the morning, and Elisha wasn’t there to my surprise. I got up and went to the kitchen to see her getting some ice cream and watching a movie, wearing a white t-shirt now.
“Hey,” I said with a smile, hugging her from behind.
“Mmmm, hi,” she said, turning around and kissing me.
“That was great Heesh. Amazing.”
“I was there Jake, I think I have a grasp on how good it was.”
“So, what’re you watching babe?”
“Eh, just popped in a Family Guy DVD, nothing major.”
“What you eating?”
“Chocolate ice cream.”
“Mind if I have a bite?” I asked, walked towards her.
“Well, you did buy the ice cream, and you are my boyfriend, so……I guess.” I reached into a drawer and grabbed a spoon and got a spoonful. I then lifted her shrt up a bit and drizzled a bit on her stomach. “What are you doing?”
“Thanking you,” I said with a smirk. I slowly licked the trail of ice cream down to her pussy. I moved my head and licked along her thigh at first, slowly dragging my tongue to her opening, where I very lightly licked across it, causing her eyes to flutter a bit. I stuck my tongue into her opening, and gently licked around inside it, getting a very low moan from her. I also caught in my eyes, the view of Elisha biting her lower lip and massaging her breasts etching itself into my mind.
Once again, I called in my fingers to aid my mouth in bringing Elisha off. As my mouth located and nibbled on her clit, my fingers crooked themselves as if on instinct and began their work inside of her, thrusting and twisting, trying to hit every single last velvet nook of her box.
Meanwhile, my tongue decided to brush up on it knowledge of calligraphy on the surface of her sensitive nub. I felt her roughly running her fingers through my hair, forcing my face deeper into her wet pussy, which really isn’t such a bad place to be pushed when you think about it.
Elisha began to buck her hips into my face, her orgasm now hitting her. I felt her pussy clamp around my fingers as she flooded my face with her cum, and loud moan escaping her mouth before she draged me up by face to plant a kiss on my face.
“Babe…oh…not that I didn’t appreciate that, but what brought it on?” she asked.
“Just my way of thanking you for being…well….you,” I said sheepishly.
“You’re such a dork,” she replied with a giggle. “Lucky for you I think dorks are hot.”
We both sat down on the couch and watched the DVD. After a few episodes, she put her head on my shoulder.
“Hey Jake, mind if I ask you a question?” she asked.
“Was something on your mind at the premiere tonight? On the walk down the carpet, you seemed a million miles away”
“Nothin’ babes,” I replied. It was a lie though. The thought of Mila and Dyl still nagged in the back of my mind. It had been that entire day, but I couldn’t let her know that. “Just the whole dress code thing I guess.” That’s believable……..
“Why was it such a problem?”
“Because I fuckin’ hate tuxes. No one but James Bond looks good in them. They’re frickin’ penguin suits.”
“You didn’t have to wear one you know.”
“Yeah, but I figured since it was a big thing for you, you’d want me to wear one, so I sucked it up and did it. You deserve someone who doesn’t look like a total gimp.”
“Well, thanks I guess. But just for the record, you looked damn good in the tux. It was all I could do not to drag you to the bathroom during the movie and take you right there.”
“Bullshit,” I replied, looking her right in the eyes.
“I’m serious. I already think you’re something special, otherwise I wouldn’t be allowing you to ravage me like the savage you are,” she said with a giggle. “But that tux made you look really regal. I’m not saying I’d want you in it everyday, you wouldn’t be you then. But it was a nice look on you.”
“Well thank you Heesh.”
“You’re welcome Crackerjack.” She put her head on my lap to lay down, and soon enough fell asleep. I followed suit too. I don’t know how I got such a lady, but I really hoped nothing would screw it up. But then I remembered, when it comes to women, I usually have the good ol’ Parker luck. And with Mila once again on my mind, it looked like the luck was back, and man oh man, was it PISSED.