The Education of Taylor (The Erotic Diary of a Beverly Hills Woman Book 1)

by Rev Mel

  She was a true inspiration in my life. My grandmother lived the life of a Bohemian which really upset my mother. She was a free spirit and mother was an ice queen right down to her bare bones. Never quite getting along, my mother resented the fact that grandmother was soft, gentle, and very sexual. It was strange growing up and never being touched by your mother. What mother could not give Kathryn and me, Grandmother was able to give. In the end, Grandmother gave everything to my sister Kathryn and me, leaving my mother nothing. Our mother never forgave us for that. In Grandmother’s eyes, justice was served.

  Touching the necklace that caressed my neck, I thought of her. I kissed it softly and whispered, “I love you, Grandmother. I miss your warm hugs.” Looking at myself, a tear formed in the corner of my eye. I look just like my grandmother. I had her swan-like neck, her dark, chocolate-brown eyes, and her high cheekbones. I knew she would have been proud of me, proud of the woman which I’d become. I held up my head and smiled.

  I could hear her say in her Russian accent, “Let the stallion out and run free my little one.” Oh, Grandmother, I thought, boy will I.

  Walking down the stairs, I headed to the waiting room to meet my date. There he was, dressed in his black tuxedo garnished with a bow tie. Being my friend and lover of so many years, Flash was the only man I could truly have an enjoyable evening with at such an affair. He looked so handsome. Without control, I wrapped my arms around him, smelling his Aramis cologne and the clean smell of his freshly showered body. I bathed in his scent as I kissed his divine, full lips. Holding him tight, I felt that I was safe in his arms. We have known each other since our college days when we both went to U.C.L.A. For a short time, we played the role of love-starved teenagers and fell in love. Knowing that it wouldn’t last forever, we became friends, and a true friendship grew that has lasted throughout all these years. Of course Flash is not his real name. I gave him that nickname at U.C.L.A. Racing to class, Flash could never catch up to me, hence the name. The gossip columnists had a field day with us, trying to unlock our secrets. Flash is and will always be my best friend with benefits.

  Holding him, his body seemed so stressed. I looked into his eyes and saw fear. Tonight was a big night for him. Perhaps one of the most important nights of his life, and I was going to be there holding his hand through it all. It was to be a dream come true for him. I remembered our days at U.C.L.A.; he’d fantasize about his speech and say, “You will sit next to me when my dream comes true?” This was his night. Having worked long, unselfish hours, this one moment in time and history was going to be his. I was so happy to be a part of Flash’s life and dreams.

  Still holding his hand, we left my house and entered his chauffeur-driven limousine. Flash was very tense as we drove quietly through Beverly Hills towards downtown. If you know Flash, he’s anything but quiet. I knew that I had to be his base, holding him up. Trying to get him to loosen up a bit, I offered him a chilled glass of champagne. Coming closer and closer to our destination, the alcohol started to take effect and he started to liven up a bit. We started to laugh and joke about the night’s activities as our limo was pulling up to the red carpet. Camera flashes filled the night air as hundreds of people scrambled to catch a glimpse of someone famous. Press crews and cameras lined the long carpet, waiting for the flow of paparazzi. Catching one last breath before facing the world, Flash leaned over to me, kissed my soft hand, and said, “Thank you for being here with me.” His eyes swelled with sincerity.

  Our limousine stopped and the valet opened our door. The crowd went crazy as we were blinded by lights and deafened by screaming fans. As we walked down the crimson carpet, I grabbed onto Flash’s hand for support. There before us was the 15-foot golden statue bearing the sign “Welcome to the Annual Academy Awards.” We were received by the press, who wanted to know how Flash felt about being nominated in two categories. While talking and joking with the press, I continued to hold his hand, giving him the confidence to laugh. As we continued walking through the crowd, other friends of ours smiled and gave their congratulations. Nothing could have broken the firm grip we had; it gave him the strength to go on. This was what Hollywood was all about.

  Once in our seats, Flash looked a little more relaxed. He started to joke and laugh with me as other stars worked their way around us, scrambling for their seats. The theater was filled with laughs and cheers as the lights slowly lowered. The fashion and glitter, the hallmark of Hollywood, surrounded us as time paused, standing still. Excitement spread like wildfire throughout the auditorium. The night was about to begin as the tension rose and the audience gradually grew quieter and quieter. Flash’s hands were sweating as he grabbed onto my hand tighter. Moving a little closer, so our shoulders touched, I felt him let go a long sigh. Looking into my eyes, he kissed my lips softly, almost as if not at all. We were at one with each other, as my eyes told him it would be all right.

  Suddenly the music started and the lights came down completely. The stage lights flicked on and the show began. While everyone wiggled in their seats, The Academy host attempted to pull off, unsuccessfully I might add, one joke after another. Flash and I sat still as each winner carefully walked up and accepted their award. We knew it would soon be our turn. After a few commercial breaks and an hour and a half, it was finally our turn. One of the categories that he was nominated for was announced. Flash held my hand, almost breaking my finger, as the cameras focused on us. Opening the envelope, the sound of “And the winner is,” rang through the place. Flash’s heart was beating twice as fast while he held me close. Then, as the crowd cheered, Flash won! In shock, he kissed me wildly and raced up to the stage. I could not breathe as he smiled and started his speech. He spoke eloquently, saying thank you to his cast and crew. He looked so handsome up there on the shining stage and was as happy as a child. His dream was coming full circle and I was there to share it with him. My heart melted as he said, “Thank you, Taylor.” The camera was on me as I was filled with joy.

  He was burning up from the excitement when he came back to his seat. “One more to go,” I said as I smiled. His touch warmed my very soul, I felt his spirit. Being more secure, the next nomination was a little easier. He was more relaxed, even though the tension within the auditorium rose. Flash put his arm around my shoulder and closely watched the actor open the envelope. The actor seemed to be moving in slow motion as he hesitated his announcement. Looking up at us, the actor smiled and said, “The winner is. . . .” The crowd went wild. In fact, they were so out of control that you couldn’t even hear Flash’s name being called. Everyone knew that he was the winner.

  Everyone was staring at us as Flash whispered in my ear, “I told you, Taylor, that you would be with me on this day.” My lover’s lips touched mine, wanting me to share in his glory. Standing to his full height, the audience clapped and he took my hands and pulled me up and gave me a long kiss. The audience’s roar vibrated our very being as he held me tight.

  Releasing him, I whispered in his ear, “Congratulations sweetheart.” Grinning from ear to ear, he walked away from me and floated to the stage. Once again, he thanked his cast and crew. In a moment of silence, he looked directly at me, tilting his head slightly and said, “To Taylor, who has always believed in me.” Blowing me a kiss, he waved his second statue through the air in victory. This was a wonderful night for my dear friend and I was so proud to share this with him.

  After the awards show, we made our way to the press tent. I watched as my friend beamed with delight. I saw him standing there, smiling with exultation, and I wanted to reach out and touch his beautiful face. He looked as if he were on top of the world. His happiness reflected off his shining new statues. I was very happy for him. He stood there securely in his tuxedo, looking handsome from every angle. I could feel myself getting wet with anticipation of being alone with him. I could not wait to feel his heated body. I knew that tonight was going to be a night we’d both never forget.

  Getting into our limousine, I gently brushed my body aga
inst his torso. Sitting on one of the low seats in the back of the limo, he started to move his hand up my dress. I saw a glimmer of lust in his eyes and I felt my body responding to his fingers. He moved higher and higher until he discovered ebony G-string underwear. The limo driver slowly closed our privacy window, but not before he caught a glimpse of my dulcet opening. Flash pushed my dress up as far as he could. My award winner then slowly kissed my knees and thighs, pausing at my upper thighs so that he could take in my candied aroma. He kissed my thighs lightly all over, worshipping my flesh. I was filled with passion as he moved my thighs apart.

  My legs opened like the parting sea, feeling the light brush of his breath. I welcomed him to the private liberty of my passion. Our panting lips grasped for air as his hands escalated, holding my wanting in place. As if time stood still, he elegantly slid his hands over my jet-black garter belt, with little pink bows at each fastener, and pulled down my silk nylons. Moving in slow motion, his hands stroked my silk panties as he pulled off my stiletto heels, one by one in a heated fever, taking my nylons completely off. Flash knew what buttons to push, unleashing my burning inhibitions.

  My desire was rising as he swallowed the sweet nectar that lay deep inside the folds and crevasses of my heated vagina. I gave him ownership; I was obedient. Opening my legs to give him more access, his skillful and knowledgeable mouth plunged into my swelling jewel. The art of lovemaking began as he tormented and teased my clitoris. Licking the full length of my swollen opening, my man of the hour licked and licked, never tiring. He continued by speeding up the tempo, stroking the sensitive tissue, making me wild with madness. Sending me into a trance, my desire deepened. His tongue, undulating like a belly dancer, made my body betray its master. I was almost at my climax when his tongue lashed inside my open core. I rode on the crests of one orgasm after another. Beads of moisture formed on my forehead and breasts. I was entangled in ecstasy, as I could not move from his wanting lips. I was a slave to his mouth and lusting tongue. Jerking uncontrollably, I released my delicate vaginal muscles.

  Seeing mountains and valleys move in my mind, I released all sense of reality. I was only a soul, transmuting my sexual wants. Moving with him to and fro, I pulled his head closer, almost sucking him inside me. Feeling his hair in my hands, I rode the highway almost to heaven and back. Unable to quench my thirst, I begged for more. Like a madwoman, I did not allow him to catch his breath as I held his head unyielding on my exposed entrance. The limo was steaming, as our body heat filled its interior. The scent of lust penetrated our senses. We were on fire.

  Suddenly, the limousine stopped. My sweetheart pulled himself up and sat beside me, taking his white handkerchief from his jacket. Looking at me, he smiled and said, “You’ve always had such an incredible appetite for raw sex, my love.” Leaving my panties off, I straightened myself up and prepared to exit. With seconds to spare, the valet opened our door and we stepped out into the crowd and scintillating lights.

  Walking through the swath, we entered the side of the building. Miramax was hosting this celebration party. I had always loved this restaurant. Years ago, Mother and Father used to dine here with ex-Presidents. I had heard that since the place decided to close its doors, a new set of patrons had found refuge in their award-winning chili. In the 50's and 60's, all the big celebrities dined here; even Liz Taylor loved their chili. Her love for it was so, that whenever she was shooting out of Hollywood, she’d have it delivered to the sets. Growing up on it, I’d have to agree, it is the best in the city.

  Walking throughout the restaurant, everyone sitting in the red booths that lined the walls congratulated my lover. Grinning, I thought, ‘If only they had seen his performance a few minutes ago.’ Just then he looked at me, he knew what I was thinking. We smiled at each other and continued shaking hands with other winners. Our reserved booth was in the Green Room, across from three of this decade’s most famous actresses. They looked great, huddled together smoking cigars. The three of them looked so beautiful together as they pressed their bodies close as a halo of smoke cast a veil around their very being. This was turning out to be a wonderful evening.

  The night continued to be an adventure of its own, as different people throughout the industry came over to our table. The place was jam-packed all evening. Flash sat close to me, never letting his attention wander. With his arm around me, every now and then he would stroke my breast and once in a while would move his hand under my dress to touch my quivering pearl. He was playing a little game of torment and tease as my body started losing control again. The brat in me wanted to push me past my limits. I sat in the luxurious booth awaiting the right moment to attack my prey.

  As people continued coming up to our booth to congratulate him, I took a chance and slowly started to stroke his male organ with my hand. Looking at me, surprised, he continued to mingle with other winners. I stroked him over his tuxedo trousers. I could feel his family jewel harden. Moving my hand up and down, I applied even more pressure. He moaned low, as there were people all around us. My mouth was envious of my hand, as his hard penis matured. I knew he was ready for my aching mouth. Watching his glassy eyes, I could see my heated lover was being pushed over the edge. He tilted his head back, stormy eyes half shut. Exhaustion ran throughout his being as he tried to hold back the tension. His blood rushed madly, capturing his body. He was lost in heaven. The veins on his neck were sticking out as he looked at me, with dangerously dilated pupils. Flash had to bite his lips to keep from whimpering. His sweaty palm grabbed me and in an abrupt motion, stopping my hand from moving.

  Looking at him straight in the eyes, I slowly lowered myself down, moving under the table without stopping, for I knew that he wanted my sultry lips around his large male member. He knew he could not stop me nor did he want to. It was very dark and secluded under the table. I liberated his hardness, as the smell of his manly scent awakened my desire to devour his erect member. I nestled against his penis, feeling the beating bulge with my hungry hand. Emanating from his tip, a little bead of liquid emerged, glistening like a fragile tear. With one hand on his stalk, I slowly licked the liquid with my tongue. Under the table, deep in the black stillness, I continually tasted his musky flesh. I could feel his body heat as I took his swollen life force into my receptive mouth. People still coming to the table to congratulate him were oblivious to my presence under the table. I felt him squirm to my touch, as he tried to control his animal desire. With my hands and mouth on his genitals, his body was becoming a turbulent storm inside. Electricity was in the air as I sucked his long circumcised stem faster and faster. My hands and lips were doing something forbidden under the table.

  In my mind, I wondered what other Hollywood celebrities were once under this table. His rigid penis, steaming madly against my palm, shook to the shock waves that my tongue released. I licked the little hole, deliberately exposing his vulnerability. He began to jerk involuntarily, putting his hands around my head, pulling me a little closer. Wanting his full erection inside my mouth, he begged for me to open my mouth wider. He was a wild stallion pumping his swelling, full length into my throat. Thrusting over and over again, the heat under the table was sizzling. As people moved throughout the packed restaurant, the noises of the crowd echoed in my ears. Stroking his sensitive tissue with my full tongue, he was breathless.

  The sheer sensuality of his movement drove me barbaric with excitement. While oblivious to his surroundings, he exploded into a rich spasm, releasing the tempest in his cock. He surrendered his passion to me. An earthquake rumbled throughout his soul. The power of the pleasure erupted, sending hot jets of cum storming out of his jutting organ. Sounds of the room drowned the pounding noise of his orgasm. He clutched my hair in his hands while I tasted his honeyed cum. Holding the base of his penis, I licked and licked until his sweet juices subsided, drinking it all as it quenched my thirst. The once-hard organ became soft in the air-conditioned room.

  Laughter floated through my ears; the sounds of the party lingered as
his body reclaimed his awareness of the room. Crawling out from under the table, I was greeted with a big smile. He took me into his arms and kissed my ethereal lips, merging our bodies in an embrace. This was his night, a night that he would never forget.

  Getting up from the table to leave, I turned to look at the table across from us with the three actresses. They were watching us walk away, with smiles. Yes, the three women with cigars were acutely aware of what had gone on under the table. I’ll never really know if they enjoyed watching us. I walked into the restaurant, a woman on the arm of a handsome man, and walked out a legend. Each and every day is a new beginning with a new set of rules to break.

  Chapter 7- Bel Air

  The night dragged on and on as I listened to the boring conversation and looked at blank faces. Old gentlemen with horrid pasts and adoring wives, with hidden agendas, saturated the room. If the room could talk, what could we learn from it? Parties in Bel Air were always so wearisome and unending; as always there were a few stars mingling around the room. Society busybodies were walking about trying to outdo one another as they talked behind each other’s backs. The room was ocean-filled with face peels and stretched faces from their last face-lift. All trying to look younger, these beauties compared to that of the Phantom of the Opera on a good day. Alan’s wife was just like the other women. She was entrenched in the political scene here in Beverly Hills and would stab you in the back just to get her name in the newspaper. Being a snake that’s ready to strike, without batting an eyelash she would insult and intimidate. She was a very powerful woman and I had yet to see someone who could step on her toes. Like all the other men in the room, I think Alan was afraid of his wife. In his mind, he truly believed that he couldn’t have a successful business without her.