Celebs Meet CSSA #26 – Keira Knightley

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This is entry #4 into the Celebs Meet CSSA series for me. It follows the Avril Lavigne, Elisha Cuthbert, and Liz Phair chapters. The premise is that I met Avril, who then fucked me because I write for CSSA. That led to a tryst with Elisha Cuthbert, who invited me to LA for Avril’s birthday and an encounter with Liz Phair. This chapter continues that story line by bringing in the lovely Keira Knightley, from the movies ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ and ‘Bend It Like Beckham’.

This story features Keira Knightley and Elisha Cuthbert. The codes are (MF, FF, cons, oral, anal). If any of that displeases you, then fuck you and get out now.

“Send me an angel to love, I need to feel a little piece of heaven. Send me an angel to love, I’m afraid I’ll never get to heaven.” – Garbage ‘My Lover’s Box’

Celebs Meet CSSA – Keira Knightley

by voodoojoe

Friday, November 28, 2003:

“Why can’t I live somewhere warm?” I muttered to myself as I turned up the heater.

Flipping through my CDs, I pulled out my copy of ‘Fistful of Alice’ by Alice Cooper. Popping it into the CD player, I felt marginally warmer just hearing the opening to ‘School’s Out’ as it played.

“We can’t salute ya, can’t find a flag. If that don’t suit ya, well that’s a drag,” I sang to myself as I sat down in front of the computer.

Glancing out the window, I could see that it was dark and the rain showed up against the light coming off the lights in the parking lot. That’s life in the winter in this part of the country. Rain for months solid, and it rarely really gets cold enough to snow. The temperature just drops to around freezing and then keeps on raining. Cold enough to piss you off, but not cold enough to give you the snow that’s fun to play in. It’s hard to make a snow ball out of rain water, and you can’t skate on an unfrozen pond.

Just as I was opening my Canadian girls orgy story, I heard a knock on the door. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll turn the music down,” I said, getting up, figuring it was my bitchy neighbor who liked to complain if my music even approached a level where she might be able to hear it. Most of the time I just crank it up louder just to piss her off, but she’d gone to the manager and made him threaten to kick me out if I didn’t behave myself.

When the music was turned down, I figured she’d go away, but there was another knock. “I turned it down-,” I said, opening the door but cut myself off when I saw that it actually wasn’t my neighbor at the door. Instead, a young looking brunette was standing there with a jacket wrapped around her tightly and holding the hood up to shield herself from the rain.

“Joe?” She asked, a British accent discernible in her voice as she continued holding the hood closely to her head keeping me from getting a good look at her face..

“Yeah? If it’s about the music, I turned it down,” I said, pointing at the stereo inside my apartment.

“You don’t remember me?” She asked, letting the hood open enough for me to get a decent look at her face.

“You look familiar, but I can’t quite place the face,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.

“I’m Keira, we met a couple months ago at Elisha’s,” she prompted.

“Oh yeah, what are you doing here? The only movie I know of that’s shooting around here is the Keanu Reeves movie, but I don’t remember you listed as being in it,” I said, wondering shy she’d show up on my doorstep.

“Elisha sent me. Well, she didn’t really send me, but she, well, you know,” she stammered. “So can I come in, or are you going to make me stand out here in the rain?”

“Oh yeah, sorry about that. Please, come in,” I said, opening the door and moving out of the way so she could enter.

“Nice place you have here,” Keira said, looking around once she was inside.

“You don’t have to say that. It’s a shithole, but I’ve gotten used to it,” I said, a little gruffer than I had meant it to sound.

“It really is nice,” she repeated, unzipping her coat.

Taking her coat from her, I asked “Seriously, what are you doing here? I’m always glad to see a good looking woman in here, but famous celebrities don’t exactly show up here all the time.”

“The way Elisha talks about you, it seems like she’s getting serious. I just want to make sure you’re worthy,” she answered.

“Do you want something to drink? I’ve got soda and beer in the fridge, or I can make tea or coffee if you want,” I offered. I could tell she was holding something back about why she was showing up on my doorstep unannounced, but I figured she’d let me in on it sooner or later.

“Tea would be great,” she said.

I hung her coat up in the closet and then went into the kitchen to start some water boiling. While I waited for the water to heat up, I asked “Did you have a nice flight?”

“It wasn’t bad, but the guy next to me kept asking if I was Natalie Portman,” she said, standing in front of the heater to warm herself up after standing out in the rain. “I told him that Natalie Portman doesn’t have a British accent, but he must not have believed me because ten minutes later he told me that he loved me in Star Wars.”

Getting the box of tea bags out of the cupboard, I pointed out “You were in Star Wars too, or at least one of them.”

“You know what I mean,” she said, shrugging her shoulders in resignation. “He seemed like a nice guy, but he made me want to yell ‘I’m not Natalie Portman’ at him.”

“I wish I could say that people mistook me for someone famous all the time. Instead, I find myself mistaken for Hector, the town drunk. You’d think people would be able to tell that I’m not from Mexico,” I said, drawing a laugh from her.

Hearing the tea kettle whistle, I pulled it off the stove and poured some water into two cups. Dunking tea bags in each, I handed her one of the cups.

“Thank you,” she said, lifting the cup to her mouth. “Aren’t you Yanks supposed to be coffee drinkers?”

“Yeah, but I’m not big on coffee. Coffee is more of a morning thing anyway,” I answered.

“I love tea, but I haven’t had much of it since I’ve been in the States,” she said, seemingly enjoying her tea.

“I like a nice hot cup of tea on a night like this. It’s nice and relaxing,” I said, sitting down in front of the computer.

Noticing that the computer was on and that something was open, she asked “Is that one of your stories?”

“Yeah, it’s a story that I’ve been working on for a while. Every time I start to make headway on it, something else seems to jump up and take my time,” I answered.

“What’s it about?” She asked, leaning over my shoulder to read.

“It’s about a bunch of Canadian women that wind up in a lesbian orgy backstage at an awards show,” I responded. “I had more than this, but the disk that I keep unfinished stories on went to hell on me. Luckily I managed to only lose a few pages of it, and the other stories were safe.”

“It looks good, even if I don’t know who some of them are,” she said, straightening back up and sipping her tea.

“Thanks. I think it’s coming along nicely, but I just can’t seem to get into enough of a groove to get much done on it,” I said, putting my computer to sleep.

“I guess my being here doesn’t help with that,” she said.

“No, but I’d rather have the company of a gorgeous woman like you than spend time writing,” I told her.

“Is there anything to do in this town, or is this it?” She asked, the boredom evident on her face.

“There’s not much to do, but there are a few things. I’d suggest a blues bar I know, but you’re not old enough to get in,” I shrugged.

“That’s it? Just a pub? I should’ve made you come to London,” she laughed. “At least then I’d have been able to get into the places you seem to want to go.”

“I could get you in, but it’d take palm greasing if you know what I mean,” I said. When she looked at me blankly, I figured she wasn’t familiar with the term. “Palm greasing means I’d have to convince the lady who usually works the door. It generally refers to the act of slipping money into someone’s palm to get them to do what you want.”

“So you’re going to bribe her to get me in?” She asked, her eyes widening.

“I would, but I can barely afford to get myself in most times,” I grinned.

“If you get me in, I’ll buy the beer,” she offered.

“Then we better take a cab, because I’m not going to get you in and not take full advantage of that offer. Plus, I don’t want to be tempted to have a few drinks and then drive home. I already lost my license for that once. It’s not happening again,” I said, grabbing the phone book to look up the number of a cab company.

We stepped out of the cab and stood in front of a brick building with a big, white satellite dish on the roof. The satellite dish was the only real notable thing about the place, and that only because it had a big Cubs logo painted in the center that you could see long before you noticed the building was even there.

Moving my arm in a sweeping motion, I announced “This is the Cascade Tavern.”

“It doesn’t look like much,” Keira said, eyeing the stark exterior of the place.

“It isn’t, but it’s the best place to hear live music on this side of the river. Even the music isn’t all that great. It’s generally just guys in their forties who have day jobs and play gigs after work or on the weekends. It’s not about the money for them, it’s the love of the music that draws them to play places like this,” I explained as we walked toward the front door.

“I need some ID,” the lady at the door said, blocking our path.

I held out mine for her to examine, then said “The lady forgot hers at home, but I assure you that she’s 21.” With that, I pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my pocket and pressed it into her palm.

The lady looked at it, then looked Keira over. Shrugging, she did just as I said she would. She waved us through and pocketed the money.

“I can’t believe that worked,” Keira said quietly as we walked through the door.

“Corrupt societies have their advantages,” I said, grinning.

The bar looked only slightly better from the inside than it did on the outside. The place was split into two areas, with the bar running along the back wall. The left side had three pool tables in the center with tables along the walls for people playing pool. The right side was where the music was at with a small stage tucked in the back corner and a couple dozen tables radiating out from it. There was even a small dance floor against the far wall next to the stage for people to dance on if they felt so inclined.

“It’s cozy,” she said, looking around and see people already filling half of the tables.

Seeing that the ones in front of the stage were already taken, I decided to go the other route and led her to a booth in the back where we’d have an excellent view of the band. We were just sitting down when the waitress came over to take our drink orders.

“Who’s this?” She asked, seeing me with Keira. I should say that the waitress’ name was Kristin and she was one of my sister’s best friends growing up. She was also one of the women that fueled my adolescent fantasies with her big tits and smile that could lighten a room up enough to make a blind man see the door.

“Hi Kristin,” I greeted her. “This is Keira.”

“Hi Keira,” Kristin said warmly. “How do you know Joe here?”

“Through a friend,” Keira said, not wanting to go into the whole details.

“I like the accent,” Kristin commented. Remembering that she was working, she asked “What can I get you two?”

“Do you have any Guinness?” Keira asked.

“No, sorry,” Kristin said.

“Just bring us two Widmer Hefeweizens,” I said.

“Sure thing sugar,” Kristin said, giving me a thumbs up as she walked away.

“Do you come here that often?” Keira asked, looking at me like I was a raging alcoholic.

“No,” I said, laughing. “She’s a friend of one of my sisters. I’ve known her for years.”

“Oh okay. She just seemed to know you so well,” Keira said.

Kristin returned with our beers a moment later. Once more, she eyed Keira and gave me a wink about the quality of the woman with me. I knew at that moment that if Keira were so inclined, I could accomplish two of my fantasies. A long standing one of fucking Kristin and a relatively recent one of banging Keira. Toss in the fact that it’d also be the ultimate male fantasy of two women, and my mind was off to the races.

Lifting the glass to her mouth, Keira took a sip of beer and grimaced. “This stuff tastes like shit.”

“I know,” I said, choking down a swallow of my own beer. “I always order one of these first because I know that if I can get one of these down, then everything else will be like drinking soda.”

“It doesn’t seem worth it to me,” she said, taking another sip. Pushing the glass away, she said “I’m done with this.”

Taking another sip of my beer, I looked over and saw the band stepping on stage. Just as I had said, they were four guys in their late thirties or early forties. All four of them looked like they had just come straight from office job where they spent their daylight hours crunching numbers or filling out TPS reports like in ‘Office Space’.

Motioning for Kristin, Keira ordered another round of beer. “Something that didn’t taste like a rat died in the bottle” as Keira put it.

I just chuckled and turned my attention to the band on stage. They were opening their set with a rousing rendition of Chuck Berry’s ‘Johnny B. Goode’. If a band can hang together while playing a Chuck Berry song and not fuck up, then they’re worth watching.

Seeing Kristin coming back with our second round of beers, I slugged back the rest of my first. Gagging over the taste, I fought back the bile that was rising in the back of my throat.

‘Shouldn’t have done that,’ I thought to myself when I had my reeling stomach back under control.

Tasting the new beer, Keira remarked “This still sucks, but it’s much better than the last one.”

“See, I told you it would work. You start with the shit beer and then everything tastes that much better,” I said, taking a sip of my own beer.

We sat and watched the band as it roared through classics by the likes of Clapton and B.B. King. They weren’t spectacular covers, but they weren’t exactly disgraceful either. The band was good enough that I’d see them again, but I could see why they never went anywhere with their music careers. By the time the set was over, Keira was quite drunk and I was pretty buzzed in my own right.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked Keira, seeing her start to sway slightly in her chair.

“Yeah, I think I’ve had enough to drink,” she said, her eyes unfocused and wandering around the room on their own.

“I’ll go call a cab and then we can go,” I said, getting up.

“Give me your keys Joe,” Kristin said, coming up behind me.

“We took a cab here, but thanks for looking out for me,” I said.

“Your sister would kill me if I let her baby brother drive,” she said. “By the way, I like your girlfriend.”

“Thanks, but she’s not my girlfriend. I wish I had a girlfriend that looked like that, but she’s just a friend who wanted to do something tonight,” I shrugged.

“Too bad, because I think she’s drunk enough that she’d fuck you if you tried,” Kristin said, moving off to serve one of her tables.

With that thought in mind, I called a cab. Collecting Keira, I dragged her out front to wait for the cab in the rain.

“Right there is where I puked once after drinking one too many shots of vodka,” I said, pointing at a spot between the small trees that lined the front of the bar.

“Don’t talk about puking right now,” Keira said, turning slightly green.

“Then I guess I shouldn’t tell you about the time I vomited out the window of a taxi. I was only able to get the window half open, so it all ended up on the outside of the car. The guy made me give him an extra ten dollars so he could get it washed before he picked up another fare,” I said, watching her face turn even greener.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” she said. Next thing I knew, she was on her hands and knees on the sidewalk puking into almost the exact spot I’d just told her about.

Dropping to my knees beside her, I grabbed her hair and held it out of the way. When she was done, I asked “Feel better?”

She looked up at me, still on her knees, and I could see clarity returning to her eyes. Nodding, she shakily stood up.

As the cab pulled up, I reached into my pocket and pulled out some breath mints. When I held them out to her, she gratefully took a couple and popped them in her mouth.

Getting out of the taxi in front of my apartment, we ran to the door. She was in much better spirits now that she’d flushed some of the alcohol out of her system. The blank stare was replaced by the more typical drunk giggle.

Slipping my key into the lock, I turned it but didn’t hear the customary click of the lock snapping back. Searching my memory to see if I could remember if I locked the door when we left, I heard DMX coming out my stereo inside. I don’t even own a DMX CD, and I don’t listen to the urban radio station, so there was no way I had left it that way.

“Someone’s been inside since we left,” I told Keira, pushing her back away from the door.

I pushed the door open quickly, ready to beat the shit out of whoever had been inside in case they were still there. What I got instead was the surprise of Elisha dancing in front of my stereo in her underwear. Looking up, she grinned and shimmied her hips seductively in her matching set of dark red bra and panties.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Elisha, hugging her. I was happy that it was her instead of some junkie ripping me off for drug money, but I still wasn’t quite sure if this was happening or if I was having an alcohol induced hallucination.

“My birthday’s on Sunday, so I thought I’d come spend it with you,” she answered. Seeing Keira outside the door, she said “Hi Keira.”

“Hi,” Keira returned, finally coming inside.

“How’d you get in?” I asked Elisha, knowing I had locked up before we left.

“When you weren’t here, I talked the manager into letting me in. He’s a sucker for a good looking girl in distress, you know,” she said, grinning.

“You should have called and let me know you were coming. First Keira here shows up on my doorstep, and now you. I’m starting to wonder if I didn’t wander into some ‘Twilight Zone’ episode somewhere along the way,” I said.

“I wanted to surprise you,” she said. Seeing that Keira and I were both drunk, she said “It looks like I’d have been the one getting the surprise if I’d shown up a half hour from now.”

“She was bored, so I took her to a bar. I had to fracture a law or two to get her in, but she really wanted to go. I was going to let her have the bed while I slept on the couch, but I’m betting she spends more time crouched over the toilet tonight,” I protested.

“I wasn’t going to sleep with him,” Keira said, swaying slightly from side to side. “Besides, he never showed much interest tonight.”

“Good boy,” Elisha cooed at hearing that I’d behaved myself.

“So, who’s sleeping where?” I asked, hoping against hope that we’d all be sleeping in my bed. Right after the big fuckfest of course.

“I could go back to my hotel room,” Keira volunteered.

“I’m too drunk to drive you back. So unless Elisha wants to drive or you want to call another cab, then you’re stuck,” I said.

“Do you want to go to your hotel?” Elisha asked her.

“Yeah. All my stuff is there, and it’d be nice to get a shower and brush my teeth,” Keira nodded.

“Okay, then I’ll drive. Come on Joe, we need you to give us directions,” Elisha said, slipping her clothes back on. Putting her coat on, she slipped her hand through my arm. With her other hand, she grabbed Keira’s arm and led us outside.

Not wanting to argue, I locked my door and then handed the keys over to Elisha. She snatched them away from me and unlocked the car.

It was an odd feeling sitting in the back seat of my own car, but there wasn’t anywhere else for me to sit. Elisha was driving so she was in the driver’s seat, and Keira was the one that would be getting out so she had the passenger’s seat. That left the back seat for me to sit in while I gave Elisha directions.

“Thanks for the ride,” Keira said, getting out of the car in front of her hotel.

“We’ll call you in the morning,” Elisha called out to her as I got out so I could sit in the front seat.

“Not too early. I’ve got jet lag and a hang over to sleep off,” Keira said, waiving.

“Okay pal, what were you going to do with her?” Elisha asked me as she pulled out into traffic.

“Nothing, I was going to crash on the couch,” I answered.

“Then why didn’t you have her dropped off at her hotel to begin with?” She asked, not letting me off the hot seat.

“She was drunk enough that I thought I should keep an eye on her. When someone has had so much alcohol that their puking in some bushes out front of a bar, I worry whether they’ve too much. Especially when I’m the one that got them into the bar in the first place,” I said. “I should know, I’ve puked in those same bushes and my friend kept an eye on me.”

“You’re telling me that you had her in your apartment and you weren’t going to touch her?” Elisha asked, her tone softening. “You didn’t even think about it?”

“I never said I didn’t think about it. Even if she had come on to me, I wasn’t going to touch her because she was drunk. I may write porn, but I have some morals. If she was stone cold sober in the morning and still wanted to go, then I yeah I probably wouldn’t have put up much resistance,” I admitted.

“No touching her unless I say you can, okay?” She said, phrasing it as a question but her tone lead me to believe it was more of a command.

“As long as I get to touch you, then it won’t be a problem,” I answered as we pulled into my apartment complex.

Pulling into my parking spot, she grinned and said “Then I guess I’ll have to let you touch me all you want.”

“Really?” I asked, staring at her intently as she opened the car door.

“Yeah, but you have to catch me first,” she said, grabbing the keys out of the ignition and jumping out of the car.

By the time I could react and get out of the car, Elisha was already slipping my key into the lock. Sprinting for the door, I got there just in time to see it slam in my face. Grabbing the door knob, I silently cursed when it was locked.

“I got you,” Elisha yelled, giggling on the other side of the door.

“I’ll show you how much you got me,” I muttered quietly, digging my extra key out of it’s hiding place.

When the lock snapped open, Elisha’s giggling suddenly stopped. When I opened the door, I grinned maniacally and Elisha took a step back.

“You didn’t tell me you had an extra key,” Elisha said, taking off for the bedroom. Her giggling had started back up as I chased her.

Catching her, I slung her over my shoulder and said “It’s a good thing I didn’t then. When I locked myself out a couple months ago and had to get the manager to lend me the spare, I decided that I might need another copy just in case I got locked out.”

“Put me down,” she screamed through her laughter.

“If that’s what you want,” I said, throwing her down on the bed.

She lifted herself up onto her elbows to look at me, standing next to the bed looking down at her. Lifting the hem of her sweater up slightly, she asked “Now that you’ve got me here, what are you going to do with me?”

Taking my coat off, I tossed it on the floor in front of my closet and answered “I was planning on pinning you to that bed and making you cry out in ecstasy.”

“You think you’re up to it?” She asked, lifting her sweater up a little more. I could see her belly button and about half of her stomach. The sight was starting to have quite the effect on me.

“There’s only one way to find out,” I said, diving onto the bed next to her. I bounced when I hit the bed, but before I had even settled Elisha was rolling over on top of me.

Straddling my waist, she grabbed my hands and pinned them to the bed above my head. Smirking at me, she looked me in the eyes as if she was telling me that she had control.

Shifting my body weight, I bucked her off of me. Before her back hit the bed, I was rolling over on top of her. Now it was her turn to have her hands pinned to the bed while I smirked over her.

She fought against me playfully, but I just lowered my head and kissed her. That seemed to take the fight out of her, because she settled down and kissed me back.

Letting go of her hands, I broke the kiss and grabbed the hem of my shirt to pull it off. With her hands free, Elisha tried to push me off but I was able to keep my balance and stay in place.

Grabbing the bottom her sweater, I slid it up her body. Elisha arched her back so I could slide it further up her body. When it was as far as it was going to go, she lowered her back and then lifted her shoulders off the bed. Pulling the sweater off over her head, I threw it over my shoulder.

Slithering down her body, I moved off the bed. unbuttoning her jeans, I pulled them down over her ass. Tugging off her shoes and socks, I slid her jeans down over her feet and tossed them on top of her sweater.

I took a moment to savor the display of Elisha in her underwear laying on my bed in front of me before hooking my thumbs in the sides of her panties. Drawing them down slowly, I took in every detail as it unfolded before me. When her panties were off, I flung them to the side.

“Eat me,” Elisha said, reaching beneath her to unhook her bra. Slipping it down over her arms, she threw it at me but it sailed to the side and landed next to the rest of her clothes.

“You want me to lick your little pussy?” I asked, running my fingers over her cunt.

“Yeah,” she shuddered, shutting her eyes as my finger grazed her clit.

“How bad do you want it?” I asked, touching everything but her clit.

“Bad,” she said, moving her hips in an effort to bring my fingers into contact with her hard nub.

“Is this what you want me to touch?” I asked, lightly brushing her clit.

“Oh yeah,” she groaned.

Dragging a finger along her slit, I could feel the moisture gathering quickly. When I slipped the finger into her, she moaned again and pressed her crotch against my hand.

Leaning my head down, I blew a soft stream of air across her slit. She trembled as the air hit her wetness. Still sliding my finger in and out of her, I stuck my tongue out and lashed it against her clit.

“Oh,” she moaned at the first contact of my tongue with her bud.

I flicked her clit a couple more times with my tongue before changing my attack. Using the tip of my tongue, I traced circles around her clit. Soon, her hips were moving so much that I just kept my tongue in place and let her drag her clit back and forth across my tongue.

Sensing that she was close to cumming, I pulled back completely and let her calm down. When she had settled down a bit, I sucked her clit into my mouth and brought her right back to the brink.

I pulled back and let her relax again just to tease her. Repeating the process a couple more times, she was quickly begging me to finish her off.

“Please. Need to cum,” she moaned, approaching the verge of her orgasm again.

I pulled back just to see the look of frustration on her face before sucking on her clit as hard as I could. With a rare scream, she came and flooded my finger with her girl cum.

“Oh god,” she panted, her eyes wide.

“Did you like it?” I asked, pulling off my pants.

“It felt like I was going to turn inside out,” she answered, still trying to catch her breath.

“I hope you still have some energy left,” I said, pulling my boxers down.

“I’ve always got energy for that,” she said, pointing at my cock. It was sticking straight out like it wanted to knock something over.

Grabbing her legs, I pulled her towards me until her ass was at the edge of the bed. She pressed her ankles against her ass as I lined my cock up with her opening. Easing it inside her, I could feel her labia parting around my cock.

“Fuck,” she hissed when I was all the way in.

“You like that?” I asked, pulling myself out.

“Yeah, fuck me,” she said, lifting her hips to meet my thrust.

“You’ve sure got a dirty mouth tonight,” I observed, setting a nice slow rhythm.

“I’m feeling, uh, naughty tonight,” she explained.

“Then tell me how much you want my cock,” I commanded, giving her a quick thrust as an exclamation point.

“I want it fucking bad. I want you to fuck me until I cum all over your cock,” she hissed, frantically thrusting her hips at me in an effort to get me to speed up the pace.

Not taking the bait, I kept my slow and steady pace. I altered it every now and then to give her a hard thrust or two, but for the most part I kept the tempo down. The pace was having the desired effect as I could see her building slowly to another orgasm.

“Come on, fuck me harder,” she pleaded, a look of craving on her face.

Thanks to the beer, I had what my friend used to call ‘whiskey dick’. That’s when you’ve reached that point where you’ve had enough to drink to make an orgasm tough to achieve, but not enough to render you impotent. Because of that, I knew that I’d be able to survive her orgasm with cumming.

Deciding to give her what she wanted, I picked up the pace and hammered into her until I knew she was about to get her cookies. With one last thrust, I drove home and was rewarded by the sight of her climaxing underneath me. My cock was flooded with her juices, but I was able to grit my teeth and weather the storm with surprising ease.

Her eyes widened when I resumed my thrusting. She must not have been expecting me to be able to hold out on her like that. but she didn’t seem to be complaining. Throwing her legs around me, she locked them around my waist and used them to pull me into her even harder.

I kept it up for maybe another ten minutes before the stimulation was starting to catch up with me. Luckily, she was already rapidly climbing towards a third climax.

“Cum for me,” I told her, feeling the cum rising in my balls.

“You want me to cum all over your cock again?” She asked, reaching down to rub her clit.

“You don’t have to, but you won’t get another chance tonight if you don’t,” I said, clenching my teeth together trying to hold out til she could get there too.

“Cum in me,” she moaned, her third orgasm overtaking her.

“You asked for it,” I hissed, letting go and pumping her full of cum.

When we’d settled down, we crawled under the covers. She snuggled up against me and murmured contentedly.

“By the way, I liked your last story,” she said, clutching my hand to her stomach. “It’s just too bad you picked Anna over me.”

“Richie picked Anna,” I corrected her. “I can’t let Richie have you because I want you.”

“Aww,” she said, pressing herself back against me.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Sure,” she answered. Her voice had a sleepy quality to it.

“You didn’t want me to touch Keira, but you didn’t seem to mind it when I fucked Avril and Liz when I visited you in LA. Why?”

“I can’t really get mad at you for fucking Avril when I was doing the same thing. The thing with Liz was Avril’s idea. I told her she could do whatever she wanted with you for the night, and that was what she chose. The way everything turned out that weekend, I wish I hadn’t given you away but I couldn’t back out on Avril,” she explained.

“Now you want me all to yourself, so that’s why you got mad when you thought I was going to fuck Keira,” I said, understanding.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice sounding a million miles away.

Lifting my head, I looked at her and saw that she’d already closed her eyes. Shrugging, I buried my head in her hair and closed my eyes as well.

Saturday, November 29, 2003:

When my eyes snapped open, I turned my head to look at the clock. Seeing big red numbers flash 7:06 at me, I groaned and rolled back over. On weekends, 7 AM doesn’t exist in my world. When I’ve been drinking, generally nothing before noon exists.

Not being able to go back to sleep, I opened my eyes and watched Elisha sleep peacefully next to me. There’s just something about the way a woman sleeps that fascinates me. Maybe it’s the fact that it usually means I had sex the night before that gets me, I don’t know.

Realizing that I didn’t have anything to eat for breakfast, I got up to get dressed. I didn’t have a headache luckily, but I could still feel some of the effects from the alcohol as I pulled my pants up. Pulling on an old t-shirt, I sidestepped Elisha’s suitcase on my way out of the bedroom.

Grabbing my keys, I jotted down a quick note to Elisha to tell her that I was just at the grocery store. I opened the hall closet looking for my coat before remembering that I had left it in the bedroom last night.

Fetching my coat from the bedroom floor, I took one last look at Elisha sleeping. She was on her stomach with her feet poking out of the sheets. Her hair was splayed on the pillow and she had one hand tucked under her head. The other hand was draped over the side of the bed and dangling.

I knew I had to get out of there and get something for breakfast before I decided to plop down on the floor and not be able to leave. Tearing my eyes away from her, I left in search of something to eat. I stepped outside and was struck by how the rain had stopped and the sun was actually shining. That usually stops some time in September and then doesn’t happen again until some time in May.

At the grocery store, I didn’t know what Elisha might want so I just wandered around throwing random stuff in the cart. I grabbed a few boxes of cereal because I knew that I’d eat it eventually. I grabbed a box of Frosted Flakes because they were always my favorite.

“They’re greeeaaat,” I said to myself, doing my Tony the tiger imitation complete with pointing my index finger at the sky as I tossed the box in the cart.

Seeing some Cocoa Puffs, I tossed a box in the cart. In case Elisha actually wanted something healthy to eat, I grabbed a box of Total as well.

Walking by the milk, I almost passed it up because I don’t drink milk. I was allergic to it as a kid, so I never developed the taste for the vile liquid. I grabbed some anyway because I knew Elisha would see cereal and want to pour milk on it like every normal person in the world seems to want to do. It’s a waste of good cereal as far as I’m concerned, but that’s her problem not mine.

As I walked past the beer, the headache that hadn’t been there when I’d woken up suddenly hit me. With a groan, I hurried past hoping that it was just the sight of beer that was bringing it on.

By the time I got to the cash register, I had some fruit and chips to go with the cereal and milk. Swiping my debit card, I punched in my PIN and waited for the cashier to bag up my food and give me my receipt.

Picking up the bag, I left the store and picked my way through the parking lot to my car. Sliding in, I set the bag down on the passenger seat and started the car up.

Unlocking my front door, I opened it and saw Elisha sitting at the table wearing boxers and the Misfits t-shirt that she’d managed to swipe from me when I was in LA. She had her phone pressed to her ear talking to someone.

Seeing me, she waved and mouthed the word “Keira” at me as she pointed at the phone. Going back to her conversation, she said “Yeah, Joe just walked in. I know he’s great, why do you think I keep him around? You will not, he’s mine. I said so, that’s who. Okay, we’ll see you in a while.”

When she had hung up the phone, I set the bag of groceries on the table and asked “You two weren’t fighting over little ole me were you?”

“She tried to say that she was going to steal you away from me. I had to tell her that’s not going to happen,” she said.

I sat down in her lap and said “That’s right. I’m all yours.”

“Get off me you cow,” she giggled, pushing me off of her.

“You’re just lucky I’m still high from the sex last night or I might take offense to that,” I said, unloading the groceries. “Want some cereal?”

“Yeah, did you buy milk?” She asked, getting two bowls out of the cupboard.

“I almost didn’t, but I pictured you smacking on the back of the head if I didn’t,” I said, pulling the carton of milk out of the bag.

“I would’ve done it too,” she said, opening the box of Frosted Flakes.

“I would’ve enjoyed it, but then you would’ve made me go back and buy it. It’s too early to be making trip after trip to the store so I just went ahead and bought it,” I said, watching her pour some milk over her cereal.

“Get me a spoon will you? Why don’t you drink milk again?” She asked, taking the spoon out of my hand.

“You asked me that when you were up here in July. Then you asked me again in September when I was down in LA,” I said, rolling my eyes at the very familiar question. I’d only been hearing it for years. Every one of my friends’ moms had tried to give me milk, and I’d had to explain that I didn’t drink it. Then the next time I was over there, they’d make me explain it all over again.

“Oh yeah, the whole allergy thing. You aren’t allergic to it any more are you?” She asked, pointing her spoon at me.

“No, but I never got the taste for it as a kid. I’ve tried it, but it just doesn’t sit right in my mouth. It’s too thick and makes me gag,” I explained, eating my cereal dry.

“I can make you drink it,” she said, a dribble on milk dripping down her chin.

“I’m sure you could, but I might take the threat more seriously if you didn’t have milk all over your chin when you said it,” I said, grabbing a paper towel off the counter.

Taking the towel from me, she wiped her chin and said “Hurry up and finish. I told Keira we’d pick her up.”

“We can pick her up, but there’s nothing to do around here, especially this early,” I said between bites.

“There must be something to do on a Saturday,” she said, picking up her bowl.

While she drank the milk from her bowl, I said “I think Saturday Market might still be open, but it’s all hippies selling home made pipes and stuff like that. If you want drugs or crappy arts and crafts, then that’s where you go.”

“I don’t want the drugs, but the arts and crafts sounds like it might be fun,” she said, setting her bowl in the sink. “Anything else?”

“There’s a cheap movie theater downtown that shows three dollar double features on the weekends. The movies are generally about a week from hitting the video store, but it’s a cheap way to see them on the big screen. Plus they have cheap popcorn,” I suggested.

“What’s playing?” She asked.

“I’m not a psychic. Check the Living section of the newspaper for the movie listings if you want to know,” I told her.

“Where’s the newspaper?” She asked, looking around the apartment.

“I must have forgotten to bring it in when I got back. It should be sitting outside the door unless my neighbor stole it again,” I answered.

“Why can’t you get the paper, I’m not exactly dressed for going outside,” she said, motioning to the t-shirt and boxers that she was still wearing.

“Because I want my neighbors to be jealous of the hot chick wearing my shirt,” I answered. Putting my empty bowl in the sink, I said “I’ll get the paper. You just stand at the door looking adorable. It’s a tough job, but you’re better equipped for it than I am.”

“You know, I would but I have to take a shower,” she said, rolling her eyes at me as she headed for the bathroom.

“Call me if you need someone to wash your back,” I said, heading in the opposite direction to get the paper.

Grabbing the paper from outside, I came back and set it on the table. Leafing through it, I heard the shower start up. I pulled the Living section out and flipped to the movie listings.

I was in the middle of reading the comics when I heard the shower stop. Looking up, I saw Elisha walk out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest. It was short enough to show a lot of leg, but long enough to cover her upper thighs and crotch.

“You didn’t call me to wash your back,” I said, exaggerating my disappointment.

“That’s because I wanted to be quick. If I had called you, you wouldn’t have washed my back and you know it,” she said, turning and walking into the bedroom.

“I would too have washed your back. I would’ve washed a few other things first, but I would’ve gotten to your back sooner or later,” I said, getting up to follow her.

“Later is the key word there,” she said, grinning at me as I stood in the doorway. She was kneeling in front of her suitcase fishing through it. The towel had ridden up just enough to give me a shadowy view of her pussy as she moved around. When she found what she was looking for, she stood up pulling a pair of jeans and a tank top out of the bag.

“I don’t think you packed right,” I said, pointing at the tank top.

“I was supposed to go to the Caribbean for my birthday but I came here at the last minute instead. I thought spending time with my favorite porn writer was the better way to spend my time,” she said, throwing the tank top back on top of her suitcase. “Can I wear one of your shirts?”

“Be my guest. As long as you promise to let me take it off you later, than you can wear anything of mine you want,” I said, stepping behind her. I was kissing her neck when she stopped me.

“We don’t have time for this,” she said, not exactly trying to pull away from me.

“Sure we do,” I protested, nibbling on her ear lobe.

“No, we have to pick up Keira,” she said, giggling when I blew into her ear.

“So we’ll be a few minutes late. She’ll understand,” I said, sliding a hand up her thigh.

“I’ll make it up to you later, but we don’t have time right now,” she said, finally pulling away.

“Fine, I’ll take my shower and then we can go,” I said, reluctantly leaving the room. “Feel free to come in and wash my back if you want.”

“I’m just using the mirror,” Elisha said, opening the door while I was in the middle of my shower.

“I was just about to launch into a rendition of Godsmack’s ‘Whatever’ if you want some entertainment,” I offered, pulling the shower back so I could poke my head out.

“That’s quite alright, I’m still trying to forget the last song I heard you sing in the shower,” she said, starting to apply her make-up.

“I’ll have you know that was a classic one hit wonder I was singing in your shower. ‘Barbie Girl’ was brilliant social commentary. Okay so it was just funny, but it’s still a classic like Sir Mix-a-lot’s ‘Baby Got Back’,” I protested, pulling the curtain closed again.

“I’m with you on ‘Baby Got Back’, but that other one just doesn’t work for me,” she said.

“I have the CD out there if you want to listen to it. It’s much better than when you hear tone deaf people sing it,” I told her.

“I’ll think about it,” she said, but the tone of her voice told me that she wasn’t going to.

“Can you hand me a towel,” I asked, turning off the shower.

“Here,” she said, handing a towel in to me.

“Thank you much,” I said, taking the towel from her.

Stepping out of the shower, I shivered as the cool air hit my wet skin. Elisha was putting on lipstick in front of the mirror as I wrapped the towel around my waist.

By the time I was dressed, Elisha had her make-up on and ready to go. Grabbing my coat and keys, I opened the door and locked it behind us.

Pulling out of the parking lot, I turned on the radio. The classic rock station, 92.3 KGON, was having it weekly block party weekend and the car was filled with the sounds of Queen’s ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’. Their block party weekends just means that they play four songs from every artist instead of the traditional single song.

“Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin’ world go round,” I sang along until Elisha fixed me a deadly stare. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that I was singing out loud or that I was singing a song about chicks with big asses that got her, but I’ve learned to stop when a woman gives me that kind of look.

The song ended and ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ came on. Elisha brightened up and said “This song always reminds me of-.”

“Let me guess, ‘Wayne’s World’?” I asked, cutting her off.

“You’re no fun,” she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I know. I’ve been told that I suck the fun right out of everything,” I said, grinning.

“Are we almost there?” She asked.

“You drove there last night. You don’t remember the way?” I asked her.

“It was dark and I had to deal with two drunks,” she shot back.

“If you thought that I was drunk last night, you should see me really tie one on. I once set my forehead on fire for the fun of it,” I said, ashamed of my own stupidity.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” She asked, her face a mixture of amusement and alarm.

“It’s a long story, but it involved a paper receipt stuck to my forehead and a lighter. It ended with my friend and his girlfriend smacking me in the face trying to put it out,” I explained.

“You beat me in the drunken stupidity department. The best I can do is losing my virginity,” she said.

“I have to hear this story,” I said, pulling up to Keira’s hotel.

“I got drunk and had sex, what more do you want to hear?” She asked, getting out of the car.

“Lets start with the basics. Like who, when, where, how many times. Then we can go to the blow by blow replay of little Elisha getting her first taste of love,” I said, walking to the front entrance of the hotel with her.

She was quiet as we picked our way through the lobby. When we waiting for the elevator, she reluctantly told the story “It was just before I moved to LA. I went to a party with my boyfriend at the time and got drunk. We started making out on the couch before moving to one of the bedrooms. Before I really knew what was happening, he had my skirt up and my panties off. I would’ve stopped him, but his hands felt so good. Like the typical teenage girl, I thought that we were going to be together forever. Then he dumped me because he had gotten what he wanted. I was crushed and hated him for it.”

“I bet he’s kicking himself for the way he treated you now. Sure he got to be the first, but he’ll always be the one who stole your innocence instead of being looked on favorably,” I said, trying to put it in perspective for her.

“I know he regrets it because he called me about a year or so ago. He saw me in Maxim and was hoping that I’d let him fuck me again. I told to shove it up his ass,” she said as the elevator doors opened. Changing the subject, she said “I told you my story, now you tell me yours.”

“My friend and I had gone to the store on a beer run. When we got back to his apartment, his girlfriend was there. The three of us started playing high or low.” When she gave me a blank look, I explained “It’s a drinking game. You take a deck of cards and flip the top card over. The first person guesses if the next card is going to be higher or lower than the card that’s up. If you’re right, the next person goes. If you’re wrong, you take a drink and then keep going until you get it right. It fucks you up quick. Anyway, back to the story. I was already quite drunk and I was holding the receipt from the beer in my hand. I licked the back of it and stuck it to my forehead and played with it there for a while. My friend’s girlfriend saw me playing with my lighter and dared me to light the receipt on fire. Like an idiot, I did it and wound up burning off some hair and had a blister on my forehead afterward.”

She was fighting laughter when the elevator opened. Keira was standing on the other side, looking surprised when she saw us.

“I was just going to down to meet you guys in the lobby,” Keira said, stepping in next to us. Looking at Elisha, she asked “What’s so funny?”

“Joe just told me about setting himself on fire,” Elisha answered between fits of laughter. “It sounds horrible, but it’s actually quite funny.”

“When did that happen?” Keira asked, looking at me.

“It was a couple years ago, and she dragged it out of me,” I answered, not really wanting to repeat the story yet again.

+ * + * +

“That’s how you got that scar on your butt?” Elisha asked, laughing even harder as we stepped into the lobby.

Keira had wanted to hear a story, so I told them about falling off a barbed wire fence and catching one of the posts on the way down. It resulted in a chunk of flesh being taken out of one of my ass cheeks and several stitches. Now I have a nice scar on my ass and a story to tell at parties.

“Yeah, it hurt like hell,” I said, taking their laughter in stride.

“I want to see it,” Keira said, making Elisha laugh even more.

“I’m not going to pull down my pants in the middle of the hotel,” I said, shaking my head.

“Come on, I want to see it,” Keira insisted as we exited the hotel.

“Maybe later,” I said, looking at Elisha for her approval.

Elisha just shrugged, leaving me unsure if she really approved of me showing my scar to Keira or not. Keira didn’t seem too happy with the noncommittal answer that I gave either.

“Where are you taking us?” Keira asked when we were in the car. She leaned in between the front seats because drew the short straw and got to be the one in the back.

“I’m taking you two to Portland to take in Saturday Market. It’s an open air market where hippies congregate and sell all sorts of crafts They also sell drugs there if you know where to look, but Elisha didn’t seem too into that part,” I answered.

“Sounds fun, but isn’t it a little cold to be walking around outside all day?” Keira asked.

“It’s cold, but you have to take advantage of the sun when you can get it,” I answered.

“If I get sick, I’m holding you responsible,” Keira said, leaning back in the seat.

We wandered around the market for a few hours until we were all sufficiently tired. Keira seemed to enjoy it despite her initial reaction. She bought some earrings that she fell in love with the moment she saw them, as well as a few other things that she said were for her parents.

Elisha didn’t buy anything, but she did remark on a necklace that she thought was pretty. Knowing that it was almost her birthday, I had excused myself to find a bathroom but went back and bought the necklace instead.

“Now where to?” Keira asked, back in the car.

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m taking a nap. I up woke way too early this morning, and knowing you two I’m sure I’ll be up late partying,” I said.

“A nap sounds nice, can I take one with you?” Keira asked, pressing herself against the back of my seat. “You can show me your scar while you’re at it.”

“The couch is all yours,” I said, evading the real meaning of her question.

“I don’t want the couch, or to even sleep for that matter,” Keira whispered into my ear.

I didn’t respond because I didn’t know quite what to say. It’s not every day that a woman like Keira so blatantly comes on to me. Even Avril hadn’t come right out like that until after I’d already fucked her.

I offered to drop Keira off at her hotel, but she insisted on coming back to the apartment with Elisha and I. Elisha didn’t seem too happy about it, but she wasn’t going to tell her friend that she couldn’t come.

“Wake me up in a couple hours,” I said, seeing that it was a little after two. That would make it four, and just in time to start thinking about what to do for dinner.

“I’m going to borrow your car and have a look around this town,” Elisha said, taking my keys from me. “You coming Keira?”

“No, I think I’ll take Joe up on his offer for a nap on his couch,” she answered.

Elisha raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Finally, she kissed me on the cheek and whispered into my ear “She’s not going to take no for an answer, so go ahead and do it if she tries.”

“You sure?” I asked matching her hushed tone, not daring to believe that she’d just given me the green light to fuck Keira.

“Yeah, but don’t enjoy it,” Elisha said, smiling. “I’ll be back in an hour or so, so be quick about it. I don’t want to walk in while you’re in the middle of it.”

“What if I don’t want to fuck her?” I asked her.

“Then you’re an idiot,” she quipped, winking at me. Returning her voice to a normal volume, she said “Bye Joe. Bye Keira.”

“Bye babe,” I said, turning and heading for my room.

I was closing my bedroom door as Keira was rummaging through my fridge. Taking my pants and shirt off, I slid under the covers. The sound of a beer can being cracked open could be heard in the kitchen as I closed my eyes, signaling that Keira was making herself comfortable.

‘She puked last night and is already drinking today? She’s got balls, I’ll give her that,’ I thought to myself, closing my eyes.

I was just about asleep when I heard the bedroom door open. Rolling over, I opened my eyes to see Keira standing in the doorway watching me sleep with a beer in her hand. She had taken her coat off and was leaning against the doorjamb wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

“Something you need?” I asked.

“Maybe. It depends,” Keira said, drinking her beer.

“On what?” I asked her.

“On whether you’re going to show me your scar,” she said, setting her beer down on my dresser.

“Fine. You’re obviously not going to give up until I show you,” I muttered, rolling onto my stomach.

I tossed the covers off me as she sat on the edge of the bed. She leaned over while I grabbed the leg of my boxers and pulled it up until my scar came into view.

“That’s not too bad,” Keira said, running her fingers over the slightly raised flesh. Her fingers were still cold from holding the beer and they sent a shiver through my body at the contact.

“There. Now you’ve seen it,” I said, pulling my boxers back down.

“Got any other scars I can see?” She asked, lifting her legs up on to the bed.

“Just one on the palm of my hand,” I said, holding my hand out.

“Right here?” She asked, holding my hand up to look at it. Kissing the scar, she said “There, all better.”

“Thanks, but I don’t think a kiss is going to make a ten year old scar all better,” I said, pulling my hand away from her. I was trying desperately not to let her know just how much having her kiss my hand had turned me on.

“Are you a complete idiot, or do you just not like me?” Keira asked me.

“I like you, so I guess that would make me an idiot,” I answered, rolling over onto my back.

“I’ve been throwing myself at you all day but you don’t seem interested,” she said, suddenly rolling over on top of me. Lifting herself so she was straddling my waist, she said “Wait, that feels like you’re very interested.”

“I’m very interested, and that’s the problem,” I said, unsure whether I should push her off me or not.

“I’m not following you. You’re interested, I’m interested. Where’s the problem?” She asked, grinding her crotch against mine.

Any defenses I might have had were quickly breaking down. “I just don’t think I should.”

“Why not?” She asked quietly, bending down so her face was inches away from mine.

Before I could answer, she pressed her lips to mine. That was all it took to crush any resistance I had in me. Thoughts of Elisha were pushed out of my head and replaced by the feel and taste of Keira’s kiss.

When she broke the kiss, she sat up and smiled at the dazed look on my face. Grabbing the base of her shirt, she lifted it up and over her head. Standing up, she unbuttoned her pants and started to shimmy them down to her ass.

“Just a minute,” she said before she took her pants completely off.

I was left laying on the bed with my boxers tented while she left the bedroom to do who knows what. It wasn’t until I heard the sound of thunder and rain at the start of ‘Light My Fire’ that I realized that she’d put on The Doors for mood music.

“There, that’s the best I could do with your CD collection,” she announced as she walked back in the room.

She proceeded to give me an impromptu strip tease accompanied by Jim Morrison’s lyrics. The whole scene could be classified as incredible, but it was actually closer to fucking mind blowing.

“Come on baby, light my fire. Come on baby, light my fire. Try to set the night on fire,” came Morrison’s vocals as Keira danced around in front of me in just a purple bra and matching panties.

Turning away from me, she reached behind her to unhook her bra and draw it down her arms. Spinning around to face me, she tossed the bra at me as I got my first look at her breasts. They were on the small side, but so perfectly formed that they could make a blind man cry. Her nipples were already mostly erect and stuck out proudly.

“Oh god,” I said, trying not to let the whole thing overwhelm me.

Winking at me, she hooked her fingers in her panties and bent over as she pulled them down. Stepping out of them, she flung them to the side and stood up. I could see a thin strip of pubic hair as she strutted over to the bed.

“The time to hesitate is through, no time to wallow in the mire. Try now we can only lose, and our love become a funeral pyre,” I heard on the stereo as she reached the edge of the bed.

“Lets get these off of you,” she said, grabbing my boxers. When she had my boxers off, she gave a low whistle of appreciation at the sight of my cock.

Sliding onto the bed, she positioned herself between my legs. Grabbing my cock, she took a moment to fondle it and inspect it.

“Come on baby, light my fire. Come on baby, light my fire. Try to set the night on fire, yeah.”

With those words, she lowered her head and licked the underside of my cock. When I groaned, she smiled and wrapped her tongue around the head. Parting her lips, she let the head slip into her mouth.

My head was about to explode from the combination of Keira’s mouth and a song about lust that’s built into a firestorm of passion and desire. As her mouth worked it’s way down my cock, I gripped the sheets desperately trying to hold onto my sanity.

“The time to hesitate is through, no time to wallow in the mire. Try now we can only lose, and our love become a funeral pyre.”

Sensing my pleasure, she increased the speed of her head bobbing. She pushed her head as far down my cock as she could get, and then suck as hard as she could on the way back up. All the while, she had one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, moving in a slight jacking motion, and the other massaging my balls one at a time.

“Come on baby, light my fire. Come on baby, light my fire. Try to set the night on fire, yeah.”

I was quickly building towards my orgasm. Grunting, I grabbed the back of her head and held it still as I thrust up at her waiting mouth.

“You know that it would be untrue, you know that I would be a liar. If I was to say to you, girl, we couldn’t get much higher.”

My cock started throbbing in her mouth, and she just sucked harder. Sucking on just the head, she used her hand to stroke the shaft.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warned her.

“Come on baby, light my fire. Come on baby, light my fire. Try to set the night on fire. Try to set the night on fire. Try to set the night on fire. Try to set the night on fire,” Jim Morrison screamed over and over again as my orgasm hit. My whole body jerked underneath her as the cum shot out of my dick.

Licking her lips to catch the little drips that were leaking out of the corner of her mouth, she grinned as she slid up my body. Straddling me, her cunt was pressed against the underside of my cock.

When ’20th Century Fox’ came on the stereo, I wondered for a moment whether she had just hit random on the CD player or if she had actually programmed the songs to come up that way. I wasn’t complaining because they fit the action so well no matter how they came to show up in that order.

“Well, she’s fashionably lean and she’s fashionably late. She’ll never wreck a scene, she’ll never break a date. But she’s no drag, just watch the way she walks,” Morrison sang as Keira lifted herself up.

Gripping my cock, she ran it along the length of her slit. Lining my dick up with her hole, she rotated her hips as she lowered herself onto me. When she hit bottom, she grunted with satisfaction.

“I’m going to show you how the British fuck,” she hissed, putting her hands on my chest as she lifted herself back up.

“She’s a twentieth century fox. She’s a twentieth century fox. No tears, no fears. No ruined years, no clocks. She’s a twentieth century fox, oh yeah.”

Her cunt was so tight that I barely heard her over the pulsing of my heart sounding in my head. It wrapped itself around me like nothing I’d ever felt before. I was glad that I had just cum or I would’ve lost it right there.

I reached up to cup her breasts in my hands. Her swollen nipples poked between my fingers as I caressed her tits.

“She’s the queen of cool and she’s the lady who waits. Sent to manless school, it never hesitates. She won’t waste time on elementary talk.”

Riding me faster, she grabbed my hands and pressed them harder to her chest. Her moans were starting to turn to screams of pleasure as she pounded herself down on to my cock.

With one final thrust, she bellowed out her orgasm. Her body went rigid above me, and I could feel her pussy rhythmically squeezing my cock.

” ‘Cause she’s a twentieth century fox. She’s a twentieth century fox. Got the world locked up inside a plastic box. She’s a twentieth century fox, oh yeah. Twentieth century fox, oh yeah. Twentieth century fox. She’s a twentieth century fox,” came the end of the song as I thrust up into her to prolong her pleasure.

“Fuck that was good,” she groaned, finally crumbling onto my chest. Feeling my cock still hard inside her, she looked at me and asked “You didn’t cum?”

“Not yet,” I answered, rolling her over onto her back.

“Now I know why Elisha keeps you around,” Keira said, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as I started burying my cock into her.

Her snatch was a little looser after her orgasm, but not by much. It was still tighter than almost anything I’d ever felt as I savagely fucked her in a missionary position.

“Pull my hair,” she screamed at me.

Without a word, I grabbed a lock of her hair and pulled it towards me. She just moaned and screamed at me to pull it harder. Taking her at her word, I yanked it so hard I was afraid that I’d yank the whole fistful of hair out of her head.

“I said pull it harder you fucking pussy,” Keira screamed, hunching her hips up to meet my thrusts.

“You want harder? I’ll fucking give you harder,” I hissed at her, pulling her hair so hard her head snapped to the side.

“That’s how you fucking do it asshole,” she said, digging her heels into my ass.

“I’m going to cum soon,” I warned her.

“Cum in my fucking pussy. I want to feel your cum leak out of my cunt,” she screamed, loud enough that I prayed my bitch neighbor wasn’t home or she’d complain about the noise.

With a couple quick thrusts, I felt my cum boiling up in my balls. Driving myself into her one last time, I grunted and shot my load into her.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. I feel your fucking cum,” she screamed, another orgasm hitting her.

When we’d both come down, I rolled off to the side of her. I tried to sleep, but I wasn’t tired any more. Getting up, I left Keira in my bed as I slipped on a t-shirt and boxers.

I was walking out of my bedroom when I heard a key being inserted in the lock on the front door. Silently praying that it wasn’t the apartment manager coming to throw me out for Keira’s little noise display, I was quite glad when it was Elisha that opened the door.

“Where’s Keira?” Elisha asked, looking around the room.

“She’s in there sleeping,” I said, pointing towards the bedroom.

“I guess that answers my question of whether you fucked her or not,” Elisha said, disappointment written on her face.

“I tried to say no, but I’m weak,” I admitted, feeling bad that I’d let her down.

“It’s okay, I told you to do it,” she said, hugging me.

“Yeah, it’s your fault,” I said, returning the hug.

Smiling, she asked “The Doors huh?”

“That’s Keira’s doing. She said something about it being the best she could do with my CD collection. I don’t know why, I’ve got just anything a person could want,” I answered.

“Anything you could want maybe,” Elisha teased.

“Yeah it leans heavily towards rock, but there’s more there than just Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden. I’ve got quite a bit of pop, a smattering of country and even the occasional hip hop mixed in as well,” I said, feeling the need to defend my musical tastes.

“Yes, you do have quite the range,” she sarcastically said.

“I do. Where else are you going to find Soundgarden sitting next to Britney or Metallica anywhere near Martina McBride? I don’t have Nelly or any number of rappers that MTV pushes on the masses, but I have the ones that matter like Marshall and Outkast,” I pointed out.

“New topic, or you’ll spend all night telling me about your CD collection,” Elisha said, grinning as she sat down on the couch. “Where are we going tonight?”

“I was thinking either the movies, or dancing,” I answered, sitting next to her.

“Keira’s not twenty one, and neither am I for a few more hours,” Elisha said. “So that rules out clubbing.”

“I know an eighteen and over club that Keira can get into,” I said.

“You’re not going to get me drunk?” Elisha asked.

“What, and take advantage of you?” I returned.

“You can’t take advantage of the willing,” she pointed out.

“Hi Elisha,” Keira said, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she opened the bedroom door. I could see that she hadn’t bothered to put any clothes on before exiting the room.

“I see he really wore you out,” Elisha said, poking me in the chest.

“Sorry about that,” Keira apologized. “You were just bragging about him so much that I had to see for myself.”

“I hope he didn’t disappoint you,” Elisha said.

“I’m in the room here,” I said before Keira could respond. “If I did disappoint, at least lie until you two can be alone to compare notes.”

“Don’t worry Joe, you were even better than Elisha said,” Keira said, grinning as she went into the bathroom.

“If she tells you that I sucked later on, let me keep believing that I’m the best she’s ever had,” I told Elisha, not wanting my ego to deflate.

“We better take Keira back to her hotel so she can change. We can’t go dancing dressed like this,” Elisha said.

“I didn’t get my nap, so why don’t you take her back,” I suggested as Keira walked out of the bathroom and went back into the bedroom.

“Want me to wake you up when I get back?” Elisha asked, taking my keys out of her pocket.

“Yeah, but I’ll let you decide how you want to wake me up,” I answered, a sly smile crossing my face.

“If I woke you up that way, you’d need another nap,” Elisha said, returning my grin. “Change the sheets first though.”

“I will,” I promised her, yawning at the thought that I might actually get a little sleep this time.

“Come on Keira, Joe’s taking us out tonight so I told him I’d take you back to your hotel to change,” Elisha said, seeing Keira walk out of the bedroom fully clothed.

“Where’s he taking us? Do I get a repeat performance later?” Keira asked as Elisha grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the front door.

“We’ll talk about that on the way to the hotel,” Elisha answered, closing the door behind them.

I would’ve grinned at Keira’s enthusiasm, but I was ready for my nap. Grabbing another set of sheets, I quickly made the bed. That done, I slipped under the covers and fell right to sleep.

+ * + * +

Feeling someone jump on me, I opened my eyes and involuntarily reeled back slightly when I saw Elisha staring at me. Her face was mere inches from mine as she watched me intently from on top of me.

“See anything you like?” I asked her, still drowsy.

“Yeah, but you need to get dressed,” she smirked down at me.

“What time is it?” I asked, turning my head to look at the clock.

“Almost seven,” she replied before I saw the red numbers that confirmed her answer.

“Why’d you let me sleep so long?” I asked, pushing her off of me.

“You told me to wake you when I got back. I just got back, so I woke you up,” she responded.

“I thought you were just going to drop Keira off and then come back,” I said, scratching my ass when I was out of bed.

“We had to compare notes about you, had sex, then I waited for her to get ready,” Elisha casually said.

“Wait, wait, wait. What was that?” I asked, doing a double take.

“We compared notes,” Elisha repeated.

“No, after that,” I said.

“I waited for her to get ready,” Elisha said, smirking at her ability to avoid my question.

“Before that, and after the note comparing,” I said, frustrated.

“Oh, the having sex part. I should’ve known that would be the part you focused on,” Elisha grinned. “You got to, so I didn’t think you’d mind if I did.”

“I’m going to take a shower, and you’re going to stand in the bathroom giving me a detailed account,” I said, my boxers tenting at the thought of Elisha and Keira together.

“There’s not much to tell. We were talking about you, and she thought it was rather clever of her to have ‘Light My Fire’ playing while she sucked you off by the way,” Elisha said, following me into the bathroom. As I stripped off my shirt and boxers, she continued “I could tell she was getting horny telling me about it by the way she fidgeted and squeezed her thighs together, so I just leaned in and kissed her.”

“You leaned in and kissed her?” I asked, skepticism creeping into my mind as I stepped into the shower.

.”Yeah. At first she was hesitant, but she was so horny that she just went with the flow,” Elisha replied.

“You’re fucking with me, I know it,” I said, squeezing shampoo into the palm of my hand.

“Why do you say that?” Elisha asked, pulling the curtain back to look at me.

“Because everything I’ve seen about you makes me think that you’re a little on the shy side. Yeah, you’ve fucked Avril, but I don’t believe you’d take the initiative with a woman you haven’t fucked before,” I answered, lathering the shampoo up in my hair.

“Maybe I have fucked her before,” Elisha challenged me.

“Then why was she so hesitant? If you two had already tasted each other, then why would she be so shy? If there was one of you who was going to be hesitant, it’d be you my dear,” I pointed out.

“You’re right, I didn’t fuck her,” Elisha admitted. “I’d love to, but I don’t want her to offend her in case she’s not into that kind of thing.”

“The way you’re looking at me right now, I’m guessing you want me to bring up the subject with her,” I said, grabbing the bar of soap. Soaping myself up, I asked her “What if I piss her off with it?”

“You’re a guy, you’re supposed to want to have sex with two women,” Elisha stated matter of factly.

“That’s true,” I said, thinking. Last night I’d had thoughts of getting Keira and another woman into bed, and now I almost had it. I just didn’t think Elisha would be the third party. “Where is Keira anyway? You said you waited for her to change, didn’t you?”

“She was taking a shower when I left. I told her we’d pick her up. Can I change now, or do you still want me to stand here watching you shower?” Elisha asked me.

“I’m still looking for someone to help me wash my back,” I offered.

“I’m going to get dressed,” Elisha said, laughing as she turned to leave.

“One of these times you’re going to say yes and shock the hell out of me,” I hollered after her, pulling the shower curtain shut.

She yelled something, but I couldn’t quite make it out through the walls and over the running water. Shrugging, I rinsed myself off and turned off the shower. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and dried myself off.

“Good, you’re out,” Elisha said, seeing me walk into the bedroom with the towel around my waist. She had changed into a purple and black dress that hung down to her knees and looked absolutely perfect on her. “Can you zip me up?”

“Sure,” I said, grabbing the zipper and pulling it up.

“Thanks, now I can do my hair and make-up,” she said, leaving the room.

Tossing the towel in the clothes hamper, I pulled a pair of boxers out of the drawer and put them on. Browsing through the clothes in my closet, I grabbed a pair of black pants and a black shirt with a pattern of gold diamonds on it.

When I was dressed, I went out and watched a little TV while I waited for Elisha. There wasn’t anything on, so I hit play on the VCR and watched the previous night’s episode of ‘Joan Of Arcadia’ that I’d missed because I’d taken Keira out drinking instead of staying home.

I was about halfway through it when Elisha emerged from the bathroom. She had pulled her hair up and she looked so beautiful that my breath caught in my throat.

“Wow,” was all I could get out. Getting my thoughts back in order, I said “If Keira looks a tenth as good as you, then I’m going to be the envy of every guy there.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, blushing slightly at the compliment.

“I’m hungry,” I said, feeling my stomach starting to rumble. “The club won’t really get kicking for a couple hours, so why don’t we pick up Keira and get something to eat?”

“Sounds good. I’m getting hungry too,” she said, picking up her purse.

“Chinese or Mexican?” I asked her.

“I’ll let my date decide,” she answered, slipping her arm in mine.

“Great, you’re going to let Keira decide what to eat? Don’t you know that Brits don’t know what good food is?” I asked her as we left the apartment.

“You’re my date dumbass, and they have good food in England,” Elisha said.

“It’s nice to know you think of me so highly to call me a dumbass, and kidney pie and blood pudding doesn’t exactly sound appetizing to me,” I said, sticking my tongue out in the universal sign of disgust.

“I spent some time there this summer, so I think I know what’s good that they eat better than you do,” Elisha said, jabbing me in the ribs with her elbow.

“I’ll give them fish and chips, but not much else,” I said, feeling drops of rain hitting me in the face.

“Their fish and chips are soooo good,” Elisha said, positively glowing as we got in the car. “Get it nice and hot, put a little vinegar and some salt and pepper on and it’s hard to find anything better to eat.”

Elisha spent the car ride to Keira’s hotel trying to convince me that English food isn’t as bad as I thought. By the time we got there, I was willing to concede that it just might. She’d also made me promise to taste it before I decided it sucked. I was in the middle of trying to convince her to take me to England so I could taste it first hand when she knocked on Keira’s door.

“Hi,” Keira greeted us, opening the door. She had her hair down and was wearing a tight black dress that matched her naturally dark tresses. She looked almost as stunning as Elisha, which was quite the feat.

“Joe’s taking us out to dinner,” Elisha said, giving Keira a hug.

“Let me grab my purse,” Keira said, leaving us standing at the door for a moment. Coming back, she closed the door behind her and said “Where are you taking us Joe?”

“Elisha said she’d let her date decide. She insists she was talking about me, but I think she was really talking about you,” I answered. “Do you want Chinese or Mexican. I know Elisha prefers Mexican, but it’s your choice.”

“I’ve actually developed a taste for Mexican spending so much time in LA lately, so lets try that,” Keira answered.

“Mexican it is then,” I said, taken aback slightly when both women took an arm and led me toward the elevator.

+ * + * +

“Three?” The cute hostess asked as we walked into the restaurant.

When I nodded, she grabbed three menus and led us to a booth. I slid into one side, and Elisha slid in next to me with Keira on the other side.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” The waitress asked us.

“I’ll take a Corona,” I answered.

“Iced tea,” Elisha said, opening her menu.

“I’ll take a margarita,” Keira said.

“Can I see some ID?” The hostess asked Keira.

“She’ll have a virgin strawberry margarita,” I interjected.

“I’ll be back with your drinks in a minute,” the hostess said, hurrying off to put our drink order in.

“I don’t want a virgin margarita. I want the alcohol,” Keira pouted.

“You can have my beer,” I told her. “She wasn’t going to let you have anything with alcohol in it anyway.”

“Thank you,” Keira said, cheering up at my offer.

“Here you go,” the hostess said, bring back a tray with our drinks on it as well as a bowl of tortilla chips and a bowl of salsa.

When the hostess left, I swapped my beer for Keira’s virgin margarita. The three of us pored over our menus trying to decide what to have.

“What’s good here?” Elisha asked.

“I’m having the nachos. It’s chips, cheese, seasoned beef or chicken, and then topped with guacamole, sour cream, jalapenos, and olives all heaped onto a huge platter. There’s more than enough for all three of us if you two want to share with me,” I offered.

“Guacamole,” Elisha said, sticking out her tongue.

“You can get it put on the side if you want,” I said.

“Sounds good then,” Elisha said, closing her menu.

“Me too,” Keira agreed, closing her menu as well.

“Just how big is this platter you were talking about?” Elisha asked.

Just as she asked, a waitress came out of the kitchen carrying a platter of nachos. Pointing at it, I said “About that big.”

Both Keira and Elisha looked and their eyes bulged at the sight. The platters have enough nachos on them to feed a family of 5, with some left over if they’re not big eaters, and Elisha and Keira obviously weren’t expecting that much.

“Have you decided yet?” A young waiter asked, holding onto an order pad.

“We’ll have the nachos, but with the guacamole and jalapenos on the side. We’d also like three extra plates as well,” I answered, handing him the menus.

“Why the extra plates?” Keira asked me when the waiter was gone.

“That way we can take some off the platter and put them on our plate. Then we can put as much guacamole or jalapenos on it as we want,” I said.

“See, I told you he was smart,” Elisha told Keira, but I could tell that the real goal was to tease me.

“Don’t be starting any rumors now,” I warned Elisha.

“What? You’re smart and you should show it more often,” Elisha said, taking my hand in hers.

I sat around listening to the two of them gossip about who Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom were dating at the moment while waiting for the food. They were worse than school girls the way they giggled and swapped rumors. By the time they got to a discussion over Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez, I was about ready to go into the kitchen and hurry the cook along with our nachos.

“Here you go,” the waiter said, setting our platter of nachos down in the middle of the table. In front of Keira, he set down bowls of guacamole and jalapenos and the three extra plates.

“Can I get a strawberry margarita?” I asked him before he could get away.

“It looks good,” Elisha said, already pulling off a chunk to put on her plate. “Pass the jalapenos.”

Keira passed her the jalapenos as I pulled off some nachos for myself. I slathered them with guacamole to Elisha’s evident disgust even though she was loading hers with enough peppers to give me heartburn just watching.

“Anything else I can get for you?” The waiter asked, setting down my margarita in front of me.

“Another beer,” Keira said, holding up her empty bottle. The waiter just nodded and set off to get her a beer.

“This is good,” Elisha said, deliriously chomping away at the chips.

Keira went through a couple more beers and I had a couple more margaritas, which Elisha actually drank most of, by the time we were done. There was still some left on the platter, but none of us could even think of eating another bite.

“Anything for dessert?” The waiter asked, setting the check down on the table.

“No, but it’s her birthday,” I said, pointing at Elisha. Feeling Elisha stomp on my foot under the table, I howled “Ow.”

“It’s not really my birthday until tomorrow,” Elisha said, scowling at me.

“Are you sure? You get a free dessert on your birthday,” the waiter said, trying to tempt Elisha.

“What kind of dessert?” Elisha asked, making me wonder how she could find room for anything more.

“Fried ice cream. Chocolate or vanilla ice cream dipped in graham cracker crumbs and then fried just long enough to bring out to bring out the flavor,” he answered.

“That sounds great,” Elisha said.

“Just bring her the dessert and put it on the tab. That way you won’t have to come out and sing to her,” I told him. “Better make it chocolate.”

“Thank you. I didn’t want to have a whole restaurant singing happy birthday to me, but that fried ice cream sounded really good,” Elisha said, leaning her head on my shoulder while she waited for her dessert.

When the dessert came, Elisha and Keira made short work of it. Even though they had completely stuffed themselves, they somehow found room for ice cream.

When the waiter set the check back down on the table, all three of us reached for it at the same time.

“I took you guys out, so I should pay,” I said, reaching for my wallet.

“No, it’s my turn,” Elisha said, pulling my hand off the check.

“You’re driving us around this weekend and it’s Elisha’s birthday tomorrow, so I should pay,” Keira insisted, snatching it away from both of us.

“She’s got us there,” I said, holding Elisha back before she could take the check away from Keira.

+ * + * +

“That’s enough of this,” Keira said. The three of us were standing out front of the club freezing waiting to be let. “I’m going to go see if I can get us in.”

“Does she really think she’s going to get the bouncer to let us in ahead of the people in front of us?” I asked Elisha, watching Keira make her way up the line.

“Keira could convince an Eskimo that he needs more ice if she wanted to. She turns on the charm and no one says no to her,” Elisha answered, motioning to Keira giggling and touching the bouncer’s arm.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” I said. About that time, I looked over and saw Keira motioning us toward her with her hand while the bouncer opened the door.

“I told you,” Elisha said, grabbing my hand and pulling toward the door

“Okay, I believe it now,” I said as we followed Keira inside. Looking around, I said “I wonder if we’ll bump into my ex.”

“Why, does she hang out here or something?” Elisha asked.

“Yeah, I don’t know why she doesn’t hang out in a real club or bar though. She says it’s because they play better music, but I think it’s more because she likes to pretend that she’s eighteen instead of twenty four,” I explained. “She can pull it off too, but it’s all about keeping the illusion of being young for her.”

“What’s her name again?” Elisha asked. “I remember that it was a bit off an odd name.”

“Her name’s Hannah,” I answered.

“If you see her, I’ll come over and make her jealous,” Elisha said, dragging me out onto the dance floor as some hip hop song I’d never heard started.

“I don’t dance,” I said, trying to get away.

“Come on, it’s fun,” she insisted, not letting go.

“Fine, but you owe me big,” I yelled over the music.

“I can think of a few ways to repay you,” Elisha yelled back, dancing along to the music.

“Where’d Keira go?” I asked Elisha, looking around.

“She probably found a cute guy. Too bad she’s not going to find a cuter one than mine,” Elisha answered.

“You’re going to make me blush,” I grinned.

“Mind if I cut in?” Keira asked from behind Elisha when the song was over.

“Yeah, but don’t let him use his ‘I don’t dance’ excuse on you,” Elisha said, moving out of the way. “I’m going to get something drink. Either of you want anything?”

“I’ll take a Pepsi,” I said.

“Get me a beer,” Keira answered.

“There’s no alcohol in here,” Elisha told her.

“Fine, then give me whatever you’re having,” Keira said, pouting.

“I’ll be at a table when you’re done with him,” Elisha told Keira before moving off to get our drinks.

“When am I going to get another go round with you?” Keira asked, pressing herself against me.

“You’ll have to ask Elisha about that one,” I answered, grinning smugly.

“Don’t think I won’t,” Keira said, winking at me.

When the song was over, I tried to get away but Keira pulled me back. She said something about not being done with me yet and made me dance with her for a couple more songs. It was a tough job having Keira hanging all over me, but someone had to do it.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Keira said, excusing herself. “Stay right here because I’m coming right back.”

I moved off to the side of the dance floor and glanced around. I watched as Keira made her way over to Elisha. They talked for a few seconds, Elisha glanced over at me and smiled at me.

‘Uh oh,’ I thought to myself, seeing Hannah hanging around a table near Elisha. She spotted me and started pressing her way through the throng of people toward me.

“Hey,” she said when she was next to me.

“Hi,” I said, suddenly wanting to be anywhere but right there.

“Who was that you were dancing with? Your new girlfriend?” Hannah asked me, the sarcasm dripping off her wards.

“No,” I answered, hoping that Elisha would swoop in and get me the hell out of there. Seeing Elisha coming over, I pointed and said “That’s my girlfriend coming now.”

Looking over to where I was pointing, she said “That’s not your girlfriend and you know it. You couldn’t get someone like that if your life depended on it.”

“Fuck you,” I yelled at her. “I got you, but then that’s not exactly difficult now is it? Still sleeping with anything with a pulse? Or have you actually cut down to less than ten guys a night?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she said. “We both know I’m out of your league. You were just a mistake that I corrected.”

“Hey baby,” Elisha said, slipping her arm around my waist. “Who’s this?”

“This is the bitch,” I said, virtually spitting the name out. “Her name’s Hannah, but Queen Bitch is a more apt name for her.”

“Hi, I’m Elisha,” Elisha said, holding out her hand.

“Did he pay you to pretend to be his girlfriend just so he can prove he’s over me?” Hannah asked Elisha. “Because he likes to do that. He always comes crawling back though. It’s really quite pathetic too.”

“No, I’m really his girlfriend. I actually like guys who are cute and sweet like Joe is,” Elisha said, pulling her hand back when it became obvious that Hannah wasn’t going to shake it.

“How much you costing him? You look like a high priced hooker, so I’m guessing he didn’t skimp tonight,” Hannah said, eyeing Elisha up and down.

“If you’ll excuse us, we’re going to go find a table on whatever side of the room you’re not on,” I said, grabbing Elisha before she could throw the punch that I knew she wanted to throw.

“God she really is a bitch,” Elisha snarled when we were away from Hannah. “How dare she call me a fucking hooker.”

“You missed the good part where she said I was a mistake that she corrected and that I couldn’t get a woman like you to save my life,” I told her. “Did I mention that she lies? I’ve never paid a woman to pretend to be my girlfriend, and she’s the one who keeps crawling back. The first time she did it, I was buying into all her mind games and took her back. After that I just kept telling her to go fuck herself. She still hasn’t quite bought a clue and left me alone.”

“Poor baby, she really got to you didn’t she?” Elisha asked when we reached the table she had been at before she saw me with Hannah.

“Who was that you guys were talking to?” Keira asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“That was Joe’s ex-girlfriend,” Elisha answered. “She’s a real asshole.”

“I was going to go back and finish my dance with Joe, but I saw you looking like you were about to knock her out,” Keira told Elisha, smiling at the thought.

“If Joe hadn’t gotten me out of there, I probably would have,” Elisha said, still fuming.

“I’m going to borrow Joe for a few minutes. I’ll bring him right back,” Keira said, grabbing my hand.

“More dancing?” I grunted, not really in the mood for any more dancing.

“No, I found a closet near the restroom that I want to try out,” she answered, pulling me out of my chair.

I looked at Elisha for some kind of sign for whether I should let Keira drag me off or not. Elisha just nodded and mouthed the words “Ask her” at me before Keira could haul me too far.

“Come on, it’s right here,” Keira said, opening a door marked ‘Employees Only’ on it.

Stepping inside, I could see a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Pulling the cord, it flicked on and I could see that we were standing in a narrow janitors closet with steel shelves along the back and one of the side walls with cleaning supplies and the like on them. The third wall had pegs attached, from which mops and assorted tools hung.

“I told Elisha I’d have you back in a few minutes so we don’t have much time,” Keira said, hiking her skirt up. When it was around her waist, she grabbed the edges of the shelves and pushing her ass out toward me.

“Step up onto the bottom shelf,” I told her, pushing my pants down to my knees.

“That better?” She asked, doing as I said. She turned her head to look back at me expectantly.

“Much,” I said, pulling her panties to the side so I could run a finger along her slit to test her wetness. When my finger came back soaked, I held it up to her mouth. When she licked it clean, I asked “You like the way you taste?”

“Yeah, it’s so dirty, ahh,” she responded, her answer punctuated by a scream brought on by me shoving my cock all the way inside her with no warning.

“Bite on this to quiet yourself down,” I told her, holding a stack of paper napkins up to her mouth. I remembered the way she screamed in my apartment, and didn’t want to run the risk that she’d forget that we were in public and scream loud enough for someone to come check it out. Even if I could still hear the music through the door, I wasn’t going to take the chance that someone might walk by just as she was shrieking her enjoyment.

“Mmmmph,” Keira moaned loudly through the napkins as I assaulted her pussy. She threw her head and started shaking it hard enough that her hair was whipping me.

“You want your hair pulled again?” I asked her. When she nodded vigorously, I grabbed her hair and yanked it back.

“Ahh phmmph,” Keira grunted, shoving her ass back at me.

Deciding to take it a step further, I used the hand that wasn’t wrapped in her hair and delivered a sharp crack to her ass. I could see my hand print already starting to show up on one cheek, but her just went limp and shoved back at me even harder.

Pulling out of her, I whispered into her ear “You want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Keira groaned in frustration, spitting the napkins out of her mouth.

“I want you and Elisha together. Imagine me fucking you while you had your tongue buried in Elisha’s pussy, or maybe the other way around. Elisha eating your cunt while I fucked her. Would you like that?” I asked, slipping my cock back inside and then pulling right back out.

“Fuck me,” Keira commanded.

“Answer the question,” I said, yanking on her hair.

“Yes, I’d like that,” Keira screamed.

“Would you really, or are you just trying to placate me so I’ll go back to fucking you?” I asked her, knowing that I had her right where I wanted her.

“Both,” Keira admitted, pushing her ass back at me when she felt my cock brush against her pussy.

“I don’t think I’ll let you cum just yet. I’m going to take Elisha out for a drink for her birthday at midnight, but we’ll drop you off at your hotel. If you really want to cum, you’ll help me convince Elisha to join the two of us. Otherwise, Elisha and I go back to my place and you get stuck with your hand or whatever toys you remembered to pack,” I hissed at her, surprising myself with how much of Avril had rubbed off on me. Driving my cock into her once more, I asked “Now, what do you want?”

“Ohhh, I’ll do it,” Keira moaned.

“Good, now lets rejoin the party,” I said, pulling back out of her. As I was pulling up my pants, I saw Keira’s hand between her legs working herself over. Smacking her on the ass, I said “None of that now.”

With a sheepish grunt, she pulled her skirt back down. She muttered something that I couldn’t quite catch as I cracked the door open to see if anyone was coming. Not seeing anyone, I opened the door the rest of the way and led Keira out of the closet.

Rounding the corner, I saw bouncers rushing past. What shocked me was when they came back past with one carrying Elisha and another dragging Hannah.

“What the fuck happened now?” I muttered to myself, taking off after the bouncers.

I stepped outside just in time to see the bouncers putting the two of them down. Just as they were grabbing hold of each other to fight, I stepped between and broke them up.

“Leave me alone. Let me at the whore,” Hannah yelled as someone else grabbed hold of her.

“Come on, lets get out of here,” I told Elisha, still holding onto her so she couldn’t go back and brawl with Hannah.

“Get my purse,” Elisha hollered over my shoulder at Keira.

“What happened in there?” I asked her when we were at the car.

“That bitch came over and started calling me names. Then she started in on you, so I punched her. Knocked her flat on her ass too,” Elisha said, obviously pleased with herself.

Despite the fact that I had been fucking Keira when it happened, I almost wished I had been there to see it. I just grinned and gave her a big hug.

“I got your purse,” Keira called out, coming toward us. “What happened?”

“Elisha here just knocked my ex on her ass,” I told Keira. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was about 11:30. “I say this calls for a drink. By the time we drop Keira off, it’ll be your birthday. How about I find a bar and buy you the first drink of your birthday?”

“Sounds good,” Elisha said, sliding into the car after I opened the door for her.

“Remember our deal,” I whispered into Keira’s ear as I walked around the car to my side.

+ * + * +

“To ‘Sugar Ray’ Cuthbert,” I said, hoisting my beer.

“Who?” Elisha asked me, holding her own beer up.

“Sugar Ray Leonard was a boxer. I’m not much of a boxing fan, so it was either that or ‘Smoking’ Joe Frasier,” I explained.

“Sugar sounds more fitting for me than Smoking,” Elisha said, clinking her beer glass against mine.

“Just so you know, we’re going to have a couple drinks and then drop by Keira’s hotel room for some more fun,” I said, taking a drink from my beer.

“You got her to agree?” Elisha asked, amazement written all over her face.

“I had to reach down into Avril’s bag of trickery, but yeah I got her to agree. She thinks you’re going to need some convincing, so be hesitant at the start,” I told her.

“And here I thought Keira was the one that could get anything she wanted,” Elisha said, drinking her beer.

“I should order the George Thoroughgood for you,” I told her.

“What’s that?” Elisha asked, blank faced.

“Since you just punched the bitches lights out, I’ll let that slide,” I said, grinning. “A George Thoroughgood is a bourbon, a scotch, and a beer.”

“Any reason why you call it that?” Elisha asked.

“Probably because George did a song called ‘One Bourbon, One Scotch, And One Beer,” I shrugged. “You may not know Thoroughgood by name, but I know you’ve at least heard ‘Bad To The Bone’. You know the scene in Terminator 2 when Arnold walks out of the biker bar wearing all that leather after beating the guy up and taking his clothes?”

“Yeah,” Elisha answered.

“Well, ‘Bad To The Bone’ is The song that’s playing,” I said, air guitaring the opening bars of the song for her. Seeing her roll her eyes at me, I decided to give her the first few lines as well “On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered ’round. And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found. The head nurse spoke up, and she said leave this one alone. She could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone.”

“You make it real tough to be your girlfriend, you know that?” Elisha asked.

“I know, but you wouldn’t have me any other way,” I said, beaming at the fact that she’d called herself my girlfriend for no one else’s benefit but my own for the first time.

“Get me another drink and I’ll forget about the singing,” Elisha grinned, handing me her empty glass.

“What do you want?”

“Surprise me, but make it something a little girlier than beer,” she answered.

“Here you go,” I said, setting a light blue drink down in front of her.

“What is it?” She asked, taking a sip through the straw.

“The bar affectionately refers to it as an ‘Adios Mother Fucker’, but it’s quite a bit girlier than the name would lead you to believe,” I answered, taking a sip of my beer.

“It’s good, but it’s really strong,” Elisha said.

“That’s why they call it an ‘Adios Mother Fucker’,” I deadpanned.

+ * + * +

“I think I’m a little drunk,” Elisha giggled, slurring her words as she swerved her way down the hallway to Keira’s room.

“You were a little drunk after that ‘Adios Mother Fucker’. Then you went and had me buy you a long island iced tea to qualify you as officially shitfaced,” I said, trying to quiet her down so she wouldn’t wake anyone in the other rooms.

“How much did you give her?” Keira asked, opening the door before I could knock. She was wearing a white bathrobe that must have come with the room.

“Only three drinks, but two of those were big drinks that knock out the most hardened of alcoholics,” I answered, helping Elisha into the room.

“Where’s my drink?” Keira asked as I helped the still giggling Elisha into a chair.

“I stopped at the grocery store and bought some beer for you. The liquor store was closed, so this was the best I could do,” I said, holding up a six pack of Guinness.

“You even got the good stuff,” Keira exclaimed, snatching the beer out of my hand. Cracking one open, she poured it into a glass and said “This is so much better than that shit you Yanks call beer.”

“I know, that’s why I tend to lean towards the import beers,” I said, opening a beer for myself.

“I don’t think she’s going to be able to stay awake much longer,” Keira said quietly, nodding her head to where Elisha was looking like she was about to pass out.

“As long as I get to see you eat her pussy first, then let her pass out,” I said, setting my beer down.

“What if she doesn’t want to?” Keira asked me. Grabbing my hand, she slid it up under her robe so I could feel that she was still soaking wet. “You wouldn’t leave me like this would you?”

“I guess we’ll just have to find out,” I answered, trying to keep the upper hand in this battle of wills. To give her some extra motivation, I slipped a finger into her pussy.

“Keep doing that and I’ll do anything,” Keira gasped, pressing her cunt onto my digit.

“Just eat her pussy, and you’ll get some more,” I told her, pulling my finger out of her.

With a look of frustration, she walked over to Elisha. Without even bothering to say anything to her, Keira knelt between Elisha’s legs and lifted up her dress. When there wasn’t any sounds of protest, Keira pulled Elisha’s panties to the side.

“Do it,” I urged Keira, seeing her hesitate.

“You better fuck me good,” Keira said, before bending her head down to swipe Elisha’s cunt with her tongue.

“Oh yeah,” Elisha moaned, grabbing the back of Keira’s head.

I stood there and watched Keira eat Elisha’s pussy for a few minutes. She started off with slow strokes of the full length of Elisha’s pussy with her tongue that ended with a quick flick on the pleasure bud at the top.

As Elisha pressed Keira’s mouth against her cunt, Keira started concentrating on Elisha’s clit. Elisha started grinding her ass into the chair when Keira slipped two fingers into her cunt.

“That’s it baby,” Elisha moaned, letting her head loll back against the cushion of the chair as Keira thrust her two fingers in and out of Elisha like a woman possessed.

“Are you ready?” I asked Keira, dropping to my knees behind her. She nodded without missing a lick or thrust on Elisha.

Grabbing Keira’s hips, I lifted her up so she had her elbows on Elisha’s thighs and her ass stuck out nice and invitingly. Reaching under her, I gave her clit a quick rub to further heighten her arousal. Flipping her robe up to uncover her ass, I used my other hand to guide my cock to her opening.

“Fuck yeah,” Keira screamed around Elisha’s cunt when I drove my cock into her in one push.

I was pretty certain that Elisha was too drunk to be able to recall any of this in the morning, but I was hoping that Keira would enjoy it enough to give it another go when Elisha was sober and more likely to remember it.

“You like eating pussy?” I asked Keira, pulling her back onto my cock.

“I love it,” Keira said, taking her mouth off of Elisha long enough to look back at me. Her face was covered in Elisha’s juices and she was starting to take on that glazed doughnut look.

“You’re a sloppy eater,” I told her, giving her a smack on the ass for being messy.

“Spank me again,” Keira said, pushing herself back onto me.

“If you insist,” I said, pulling my hand back and delivering an even harder slap to Keira’s backside.

Dropping her head back into Elisha’s lap, Keira said “Fuck that hurt.”

“Oh god,” Elisha moaned, sinking down in the chair to give Keira better access.

“I think Elisha’s about to cum,” I told Keira. “Lick that pussy and make her cum all over your face.”

As I fucked Keira, she stepped up her ministrations on Elisha. Before long, Elisha was moaning loudly and Keira was uttering muffled grunts into Elisha’s crotch. I could see Elisha’s approaching orgasm all over her face, and I could feel Keira’s imminent climax in the way her cunt milked me.

“Fucking eat me,” Elisha whispered, her body going so taut that she was shaking with her orgasm.

I wish I could’ve seen Keira’s face as she was rewarded with her first gush of girl cum, but I was more intent on making sure Keira followed Elisha into bliss as well. With a couple more quick thrusts, Keira’s body froze up as well as she reached her own peak of ecstasy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Keira groaned over and over, resting her forehead on Elisha’s stomach as her orgasm tore through her.

“I’m cumming,” I told Keira through clenched teeth, unable to hold out any longer.

“Fucking cum in me,” Keira demanded as the first spurt erupted into her cunt.

“I think we better put Elisha to bed,” I said, withdrawing from Keira. Elisha was slumped down in the chair, passed out with her legs spread lewdly.

“You said we could carry on without her,” Keira said, dropping to the floor.

“You can’t even stay up because you’re so tired, yet you still want more? I don’t know whether to envy or feel sorry for the guy that winds with you. You’ll fuck him to death, but what a way to go,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief at Keira’s voracity.

“Does that mean I’m not getting any more?” Keira pouted.

“Maybe in the morning, but not tonight. I’m too tired and Elisha might get jealous,” I said, picking Elisha up out of the chair.

“Then stay here because I have to go to the airport in the morning,” Keira offered, picking herself up off the floor.

“I didn’t really want to have to drive home half asleep anyway. I wouldn’t want to get pulled over and have to explain the woman passed out in the passenger seat,” I told her, slipping Elisha into the bed.

“You sure I can’t talk you into just a little more fun tonight?” Keira asked me as I slid in beside Elisha. When I shook my head no, she slithered into bed on the other side of me and pressed herself against me.

It’s not easy to fall asleep when you’ve got beautiful, naked women on all sides, but I was so tired that I barely thought about it. If I had taken the time to think about it, I know I would’ve taken Keira up on her offer of one last quickie before sleep. Instead, I almost immediately drifted off into a sleep filled with dreams of Elisha bent over the bed, head buried in Keira’s pussy and my cock sheathed in her puckered asshole.

Sunday, November 30, 2003:

The first thing I heard when I came to was moaning. Opening my eyes, I turned my head to the side and saw Elisha naked next to me with Keira’s head buried between her thighs. Trying to roll over to get in on the action, I suddenly became aware that my hands were tied to the headboard.

“What the fuck?” I asked to no one in particular, fighting against the restraints.

“I’m teaching you not to fuck with me,” Keira said, lifting her head from Elisha’s pussy just long enough to say that.

“Come on, let me go,” I begged, reverting to my natural self.

“Oww, my head,” Elisha moaned, grabbing her head half in agony from her hangover and half in pleasure from Keira’s tongue.

“You’re going to stay there until I’m ready to let you go,” Keira said, letting her fingers work Elisha over while she was talking to me. “You left me frustrated last night, so I’m going to make you lay there and watch me eat your girlfriend out..”

Tilting my head back in an effort to see what she had used to tie me up, I saw that she had used nylon stockings. I fought against them hoping I could stretch them out enough to get loose, but she had tied them nice and tight.

“Let me go now and I’ll go easy on you,” I told Keira.

“What do you think Elisha, should I let him go?” Keira asked Elisha, working two fingers into her pussy.

“Ohh,” Elisha moaned, not paying attention to anything but Keira’s fingers.

“That sounds like a no to me,” Keira said, returning to her mouth to Elisha’s clit.

“Ahhh,” I groaned out of frustration. “That wasn’t a no, that was a moan. There’s a difference.”

“Be quiet and I’ll untie you sooner,” Keira said sharply.

Continuing to fight the bindings, I watched Elisha thrash about on the bed. Occasionally Elisha would squirm enough to aggravate her headache, but Keira would quickly drive the pain away with a thrust of her fingers or a quick flick of her tongue.

By the time Elisha was writhing out her orgasm, I was on the verge of blue balls. Watching Keira suck Elisha’s cum out of her pussy was almost too much to bear, but somehow I made it through without ripping my arms out of their sockets.

“Should I let him up now?” Keira asked Elisha.

“Yeah,” Elisha said, laying almost motionless on the bed next to me.

“Sorry, I’m not ready yet,” Keira said, grinning as she dashed my hopes. Sliding up the bed, she threw her leg over my head and said “Eat my pussy and I’ll think about it.”

“You are so going to get it when I get out of these things,” I said, still struggling against the stockings tied around my wrists.

“I sure hope so,” Keira said, giggling evilly.

“Just for this, I’m going to fuck you in-,” I started before I was cut off by Keira dropping her pussy directly on my mouth. I tried to speak but found that she was covering my nose as well and I could barely breathe.

The only way I was going to get some air in my lungs was if Keira lifted pussy off my face long enough for me to gasp for breath. To that end, the only way to accomplish that was to do what she wanted and eat her pussy.

Sliding my tongue along her slit, I could hear her moan and she lifted enough for me to get a quick gulp of air before she pressed herself back down. That little bit of air was enough to stave off the feelings of impending suffocation and allowed me to give her labia another couple licks.

“Oh yeah, eat that pussy,” Keira urged me, grinding her cunt on my tongue.

I reached my tongue out and flicked her clit, drawing a sharp gasp from her. Taking my cue, flicked it a few more times in rapid fire succession. Her juices were running down my chin as I worked her over.

“Come on Elisha, you have to get in on this,” Keira said, lifting up enough for me to see Elisha crawling between my legs.

Just as I was folding my tongue to spear into Keira’s wet hole, I felt a hand grasp my cock. I moaned into Keira’s pussy as the hand started jerking my cock. Keira had dropped her crotch back across my face so I couldn’t see who exactly was doing what, but it was actually hotter trying to guess who’s hand was stroking me.

“Suck that cock,” Keira urged Elisha as I felt a tongue slide along the length of my tool, letting me know the Elisha was the culprit.

Fighting hard, I finally got the stockings stretched enough to slip my hands free. Keira jumped a little in surprise when my hands grabbed her ass and pulled her down even harder on my tongue.

“Bad boy,” Keira groaned, grinding her cunt across my face.

Pulling apart her ass cheeks, I said “I told you I’d get free.”

Pressing the dry tip of one of my fingers against her asshole, I could feel some of her slick juices already collecting around it. I moved my finger down to her pussy for some added lubrication before slipping it back to her cute little asshole.

“He’s going to finger my ass,” Keira told Elisha as my finger slipped into her ass to the first knuckle.

“He likes doing that,” Elisha said dryly before returning her attention back to my cock.

“Oh god, fuck my ass,” Keira virtually screamed, pushing her butt back onto my finger.

“You want something bigger in your ass?” I asked, pushing the thumb of my free hand into her snatch.

“No, just the finger,” Keira moaned, her body shaking as I alternated my thrusts into her pussy and ass with my fingers. First her ass, then when I pulling the finger out I’d drive the thumb into her pussy.

“I was hoping to get to fuck one of you in the ass this morning,” I said, making sure they caught my disappointment.

“Ask… Elisha,” Keira suggested, panting out the words.

“Shut up Keira,” Elisha hissed, pulling her mouth off my cock.

“What? You said you were thinking about trying it,” Keira said before I gave her one final double thrust with my finger and thumb, pushing her over the edge.

“So, you’ve been thinking about letting me fuck you in the ass?” I asked Elisha when Keira had slid off of my.

“A little,” Elisha admitted, blushing.

“I’m more than willing-,” I started before Elisha sucked my cock as far into her mouth as she could, cutting off any coherent thoughts I may have had. Suddenly the only thing on my mind was the fact that I could feel the head of my dick banging against the back of Elisha’s throat as she worked to get even more in.

“Suck that cock harder,” Keira said, lifting her head to watch Elisha.

“Why don’t you give her a hand?” I suggested to Keira.

“How ’bout it Elisha?” Keira asked, looking eager to get in on the blow job.

I groaned in slight frustration as Elisha pulled her mouth off my cock, but it was quickly replaced by a moan of satisfaction as felt two sets of hands stroking my stomach and crotch. I was ready to call it a life and die a happy man when I felt both of them lick my shaft with their tongues.

“Why’d you guys stop?” I asked, feeling both their mouths and hands leave me.

I lifted my head and instantly saw the reason. They were in the middle of a rather fervent tongue kiss and their hands were busy roaming over each others bodies on top of me.

Very carefully, I slid out from underneath them and watched as they crashed to the bed without even slowing down to look where I was going. I stood up and admired the way they were going at it, too turned on to even feel a pang of jealousy at the way Elisha had so completely forgotten about me.

“I’ll teach her to forget about me,” I muttered to myself.

I bent down and grabbed Elisha by the hips. Tugging on her, I pulled her until her head was level with Keira’s dripping cunt.

“Eat her,” I whispered into Elisha’s ear, bending over her.

At that, Elisha dove into Keira’s muff like a ravenous wolf looking for it’s first meal in months. The voracity that she went to work with shocked me because I’d never seen her so anxious to do anything.

I was determined to make last night’s dream of fucking Elisha in the ass while she dined on Keira’s pussy come true. First order of business was to get Elisha up onto her knees. That was quickly taken care of by simply lifting her up until she got the hint to put her knees underneath her.

I took a moment or two to admire the sight of Elisha’s ass up in the air with her pussy glistening with wetness. Dragging my fingertips along her slit, I collected some of that moisture and moved it to her asshole. As I spread Elisha’s natural lubrication around her rosebud, I slipped two fingers on my other hand into her pussy.

“Eat that pussy,” Keira screamed at Elisha, shoving her head down into her pussy.

Deciding that Elisha’s anus was lubricated enough, I straightened up and grabbed my cock. I drove it into her pussy to make sure it was wet as well. I could hear Elisha’s muffled moans mingling with Keira’s howls of enjoyment as I gave her a couple quick strokes with my cock.

She made a grunt of disappointment when I withdrew from her pussy. That grunt turned into a whimper of protest when she felt me press the head of my dick against her virgin butthole.

I grabbed her hips to keep her getting away and Keira held her upper body to make sure she stayed put. When the head pushed past her sphincter muscle and popped into her, Elisha’s head popped up and let out a squeal of surprise. I held still and let her get accustomed to the feeling of my cock implanted an inch or so into her backside.

“Oh god,” Elisha groaned, and I couldn’t tell whether it was a good groan or a bad groan by the tone of her voice. I couldn’t see her face, so that made it even harder to tell whether she liked it enough for me to continue or not.

“Should I continue?” I asked Elisha, hoping with everything I had that she’d say yes.

“I guess,” Elisha conceded, not entirely sure of her choice.

“Let me get under you,” Keira said, pulling away from Elisha. She rotated her body and slithered underneath Elisha until her head was right underneath Elisha’s pussy with a full view of my cock disappearing into Elisha’s asshole. “That’s so fucking hot.”

“It doesn’t feel hot,” Elisha grunted as I slipped a little more into her.

The tightness was driving me insane and I wanted to just ram it the rest of the way in without stopping. I knew that Elisha wouldn’t like it much however, and I really didn’t want to do anything that would risk my chances at fucking any of her holes again let alone the one I was currently occupying.

I was so intent on fighting the urge to thrust my way in that I jumped when I felt a tongue on my nut sack and inadvertently pushed another inch into Elisha. Looking down, I saw Keira running her tongue along Elisha’s slit and then licking my nuts before working her way back.

“Ooh,” Elisha moaned, Keira’s attention helping her relax around my dick.

By the time I bottomed out and my pelvis pressed against Elisha’s ass, Elisha had lowered her head to Keira’s pussy to further help her take her mind off the fact that her anus was being stretched further than it was ever meant to be stretched.

“Oh shit,” Elisha gasped as Keira slipped a finger into her pussy. She seemed to have adjusted to the invasion and was even getting off on the double penetration she was receiving.

Pulling out a little, I gave her a small stroke to see how she’d take it. When she didn’t protest, I pulled out a little further to give her a longer stroke. It wasn’t long before I was pulling out as far as I could without completely falling out.

“Fuck me,” Elisha said so quietly that it was almost lost among the other sounds in the room.

“You want me to fuck your ass harder?” I asked, thrusting in quickly for added emphasis.

“Yea uh,” Elisha moaned, lost in the naughtiness of the act.

“Yeah, fuck her ass like the slut she is,” Keira cheered from underneath, two fingers deep in Elisha’s snatch.

“I’m not, uh, a slut,” Elisha protested, pushing her ass back to meet my jabs.

“You’ve got a dick in your ass and a girl’s fingers in your pussy. Face it, you’re a slut,” Keira pointed out, running her fingers along the membrane separating them from my cock to further prove her point.

“You’re a, uh, slut too,” Elisha groaned as I wrapped my hands around her waist to really step up the assault on her no longer virgin ass.

“I never said I wasn’t,” Keira said, arching her back to push her cunt into Elisha’s face.

All the talk of slutdom along with Keira and Elisha’s mutual pussy eating combined with the tightness of Elisha’s ass to bring my orgasm much closer than I really wanted it. I wanted to at least be able to hold off until Elisha and Keira managed to get off, but I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it or not.

“Oh God,” Elisha moaned, letting me know that her climax wasn’t far off. I’d been with her enough to know that when she starts moaning for omniscient beings, then she’s not far from a massive come.

I slowed down a little hoping to hold off until Keira could work Elisha up enough to finish her off. I wasn’t sure if Keira would be able to make it in time, but truthfully I was more concerned with Elisha getting her rocks off than Keira.

“Oh God I’m cumming,” Elisha moaned, her whole body going stiff.

Her asshole clamped down on my cock so hard that it felt like she was going to cut it off. If anything, the added tightness around the base, helped delay my own orgasm long enough for most of her own to course through her. When her anus loosened up a little, my orgasm hit and I could feel my cock swelling inside of Elisha’s ass as spurt after spurt of come erupted and greased her bowels.

Underneath Elisha, I could hear Keira’s shrieks of pleasure as a smaller orgasm erupted within her through the fog of delight in my brain. As I withdrew from Elisha, I smiled to myself at how the weekend had turned out and it wasn’t even over just yet.

+ * + * +

When we were in the car, I asked Elisha “Do you want me to drop you off at my place while I take Keira to the airport? That way you can sleep off a bit more of your hangover.”

When she nodded, I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. We drove back to my apartment mostly in silence. I could tell that Keira was quiet because she was still getting used to the idea that she’d fucked Elisha and Elisha was quiet because of her headache.

“Bye Elisha,” Keira said when Elisha got out of the car.

“Bye Keira,” Elisha said, smiling at her.

“You know where the extra key is?” I asked Elisha, hoping I didn’t have to get out of the warm car to unlock the door for her.

“Yeah,” Elisha answered, leaning back in the car to give me a quick peck on the cheek. Before pulling back, she whispered “Drop her off and come right back. No stopping for a quickie in the parking garage.”

“Okay,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment yet I so tired that I was almost relieved that I wouldn’t have to fuck Keira again. Talk about something that I never thought would happen.

When Keira and I got the airport, I pulled up to the unloading zone and stopped. Keira hesitated for a moment before opening her door.

“Don’t you want to come in? I’m sure we can find a quiet place to have some fun while I wait for my flight to leave,” Keira suggested.

“I’d really, really love to, but I can’t,” I declined. “I’m under orders to go right back home.”

“Elisha’s a lucky girl,” Keira smiled. To take a bit off my rapidly inflating ego, she added “Not as lucky as she would be if she were fucking Orlando Bloom, but she’s still lucky.”

“I’ll make sure to tell her that,” I yelled, waving at Keira as she made her way to the front door.

Pulling away from the airport, I wondered how long I’d have before I had to make the same trip to drop Elisha off. I could call her a cab, but I would rather do it at the airport rather than watch her get in a cab and leave me for a few more months.

Opening the front door of my apartment, I yawned and decided I’d join Elisha for a little nap. Undressing, I slid into bed next to the sleeping beauty. I took a few seconds to admire her before closing my eyes and letting sleep claim me.

+ * + * +

When I woke up, I noticed that Elisha wasn’t in bed. Slipping out of bed, I tossed on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and wandered into the living room.

Elisha was sitting at my computer in pretty much the same clothing as I was, except she had on my black shirt that read ‘Springer guest #200’ on the front while I had on my Iron Maiden shirt.

I noticed that she was reading one of my stories, so I asked her “What are you reading?”

Glancing up, she answered “Your Amber Tamblyn story. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, just don’t steal my ideas and go into the porn writing business for yourself,” I grinned.

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Elisha said, returning her attention to my story.

While her attention was diverted, I reached into the pocket of my coat that was on the chair she was sitting in. I pulled out the plastic bag that held the necklace I bought her.

“I didn’t have time to wrap it, and I don’t have wrapping paper even if I did have time,” I said, handing Elisha the bag.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Elisha said, snatching the bag away from me anyway.

“All women say that, and then you spend the next month sleeping on the couch when you take her advice,” I said, grinning as she opened it.

“Wait, isn’t this the necklace from yesterday? When did you get it?” She asked, holding the necklace up.

“You said you thought it was pretty, so I went back and bought it when I said I was going to the bathroom,” I replied, taking the necklace away from her so I could put it around her neck. “It’s not expensive jewelry or anything, but I’m sure you already know you’re hanging around the wrong guy if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“I love it, and it’s beautiful even if it isn’t expensive,” she said, throwing her arms around my neck.

“When do we have to leave for the airport?” I asked, not really wanting to know.

“My plane leaves in a couple hours,” Elisha answered.

Still holding onto her, I pulled her backwards with me until we fell down onto the couch. I sprawled out with her on top of me. She didn’t seem to mind the position and I certainly wasn’t going to complain about having her on top of me.

“Kiss me,” she said, looking down into my eyes.

“You’re the one on top. You have the control,” I pointed out.

“Fine, then I’m going to kiss you and you can’t stop me,” she grinned.

“Why would I even want to stop-?” I started to ask before she cut me off with a kiss.

We spent the next hour or so laying on the couch just kissing. Maybe a little groping on my part, but that’s all included in the make out session and who wouldn’t grab Elisha Cuthbert’s ass if they had the chance?

Finally she pulled away from me so she could get dressed. I showered while she got ready because I hadn’t showered yet. When I walked out of the bathroom Elisha still had on my t-shirt but she had one of my black hooded sweatshirt over the top of it.

While I slipped some clothes on, Elisha sat down on the bed and watched me. It made me a little self-conscious to have her watching me like a hawk but it wasn’t like she was seeing anything that she hadn’t seen before. Shrugging, I finished getting dressed and grabbed my coat off the back of the chair on my way to the front door.

+ * + * +

“I hope you had a good birthday,” I told Elisha as we waited for her plane to board.

“Best birthday ever,” Elisha said sincerely.

“I’m just glad I could make it one to remember,” I said, kissing her lightly. Just as I was about to suggest finding a quiet spot to fool around in, her flight was announced.

“Come see me soon?” She asked.

“I will,” I answered.

“Promise?”

“I promise,” I said.

With that, she turned around and headed for the gate. She turned around to wave at me before she got on the plane.

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