“I’m not trying to be harsh…It’s just that…Well, my ex-boyfriend works here and I don’t want him to see us. He gets crazy jealous and acts stupid.”
Crazy, jealous ex-boyfriend? I wasn’t really buying it. She’d never mentioned this guy before. If it were true, why would she put up with it at work? They have all kinds of laws about that stuff these days.
I finally asked, “Is this ex-boyfriend one of the producers? Is he using it to threaten your job?”
“No, you don’t need to know who he is. The point is that you just need to know that I can’t be seen with you while I’m at work…Or anywhere,” she said.
“Okay, that’s cool,” I told her. “This closet is kind of nice.” It really was, nice and roomy. It was also really clean, cleaner than the bathroom…or even my apartment. I reached behind me and locked the door and then I took a step towards her. I’d much prefer a bed or a couch, but if standing up is all I can get…I’ll take it.
“Seriously?” she asked.
“Why not? I’m up for it…if you are. It’s not like we haven’t done it in worse places.” Instead of answering me she said,
“Do you have a condom?”
“Always,” I told her with a grin. I dug it out of my wallet and set it up on the shelf next to me. She rolled her eyes but she wasn’t trying to get away, so I went in for the kiss.
Our lips melted together, and we sucked and licked at each other like we couldn’t get enough. We were going at each other like maniacs making out with reckless abandon. This chick drove me fucking crazy. My body felt like it was on fire. I could feel my dick throbbing against the inside of my jeans, begging to be let out. I slid up her shirt and she raised her arms so quickly to help me, it barely broke our kiss as I pulled it all the way off. I reached back and unhooked her bra, letting her sweet tits fall out. They were gorgeous and just looking at them made my cock throb even harder. I took my shirt off next and pulled her up against me. I loved the feel of her hard nipples against my chest. I started kissing her neck and kissed a trail down to her tits. I started sucking on the right one first. She arched her back, giving me better access to them, it was so sexy. I loved fucking this girl. She actually felt what I was doing to her as opposed to the coked out or high bitches I usually ended up with at the end of the night. They laid there like corpses while I went after them. Sometimes I was tempted to take a pulse. Not with Elly though, I could almost breathe in her energy.
I slid my mouth to the other side and clamped down on the other breast kind of hard, I was over-excited. She moaned and I felt her shiver. I swear my cock was doing somersaults in my pants. I hadn’t felt nothing yet though. She started talking, just whispering in this deep sexy voice…saying my name and telling me how good it felt. Then she put her hands on the back of my head and I could feel her tugging at my hair, moving my mouth to first one side and then the other.
My dick was not known for its patience and I could feel the precum dripping in my shorts. I unbuttoned her pants while I licked her nipple and then slid them down over her thighs and knees. She wiggled her legs and feet and kicked them the rest of the way off. I pulled my head back to look at her again and realized I was going to have to stop doing that or I may come in my jeans. She was so fucking gorgeous.
I slid off the tiny little red panties she was wearing next and decided I had to have a taste of that sweet pussy first. I got down on my knees and licked a trail from her smooth thigh to her delicious pink center. She always smelled so fucking good.
She was talking again. “Oh yeah, Tristan. Oh God! It feels so good.” Then she let out a long moan and once again grabbed my head and pushed it further into her pussy. She was getting really excited and her legs were quivering as I shoved my tongue as deep inside of her as it would go. I started swirling it around as I reached up and found her swollen clit and pressed against it with my thumb. She was getting loud and someone was likely to hear, but I didn’t give a fuck, she was turning me on like crazy.
“Oh God, Tristan! I’m coming! Oh fuck!” She was shaking all over as I felt and tasted her come. I lapped up all her juices and stoop up.
She didn’t wait for me to ask; she dropped down to her knees and pulled my cock out of my pants. She licked it all over like a fucking lollipop. I thought my head was going to explode. I reached down and grabbed nipple. I rolled it between my fingers and watched her squirm and nod, the whole time running her wet lips up and down along my hard cock.
“Oh fuck!” I ran my hands through her silky hair and then I took two handfuls of it and began moving my hips in and out as she sucked me. I tugged on her hair a little and that seemed to make her hotter. She took my cock all the way in to the back of her throat and I could feel her tongue running up and down along the underside of it as she did.
I held her head with that hand while she slid my cock back into her mouth. Then I reached back down for a tit. I pinched her nipple hard between my thumb and forefinger and she let out a little yelp against my cock. It seemed to spur her on. She put her hands up and began groping my ass as she sucked harder and moved her head up and down faster. She seemed to be getting off on it as much as I was. Watching her face was almost as erotic as the feel of her lips on my cock. She closed her eyes and whimpered with each thrust. I slid it in deep, feeling it stop at the back of her throat before I slid it back out.
She opened her eyes and I felt her smile against my cock. That was too much. I groaned and started fucking her mouth faster. I pulled her face into me and she pushed against my ass, pulling me into her. We got into a sexy rhythm with my cock pumping in and out of her mouth. She reached up and touched my balls, tentatively at first. I moaned loudly and once she knew I liked it she became bolder, sliding the other hand up to massage my balls with both hands. I could feel myself swelling in her mouth, I had to stop. I was gonna come and I needed to be inside of her.
“It feels so good, baby. I need you to stop and come here,”
I told her in a breathless voice. She did what I asked, reaching out to put her hands against the door to steady herself as she did. I decided I liked that position. I got behind her and slid down my jeans. When I slid off my boxers I think my throbbing cock actually did a happy dance. It sulked a little when I took the package off the shelf and covered it up but once I get inside of her, I knew he’d perk back up.
I put my left hand on her sweet little ass as I took my cock in my other hand and led it between her legs. I let it sit there for a few seconds, just loving that contact and teasing us both. She used the leverage she had from her hold on the door to push back into me. The head of my cock slipped just in between her lips. That was all I could take. I grabbed her hips in both hands and plunged into her. Her pussy was the best thing I’d felt in I can’t remember when and that was with my dick covered. I couldn’t even imagine how fucking sweet it would be bareback. Being inside of her was probably the closest to heaven that a sinner like me was ever going to get. I slid in and out of her slowly, wanting to slam it in, but also wanting to make it last. I slid it in again, going long and deep until I felt my balls against her ass. She was moaning and making little grunting noises that spurred me on. Grasping her hips even tighter I started pumping back and forth inside of her. She was pushing back in unison with me and we fell into a rhythm. Every movement was bliss and every time she breathed out my name made my balls tighten and swell.
I don’t know how long I lasted, it felt like hours this time but it was probably only minutes. I felt the orgasm building like a fucking tsunami and I started grunting and I heard her say, “Yeah, come for me!”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I erupted like a volcano, reaching up to grab and squeeze a tit as I pumped her until I was dry. I realized then that she was coming again too and rocked against her until I felt her body relax. She finally leaned harder into the door and I leaned up against her.
Giving her a little bite on the shoulder I said, “Fuck that was good.”
“Mm Hmm,” she s
aid with a nod. I held onto her like that until I got soft enough to slip out of her and then I flipped her around to face me and we kissed again, hard. I leaned back and pulled up my pants. She bent down to pick up her clothes and my horny cock actually twitched again, just a little.
“I’m open for a good fuck anytime, baby,” I told her. “You’ve got my number. Call me anytime you want a booty call.”
I didn’t really know her well enough to read the look on her face. If I had to guess I’d think it was a cross between satisfaction and embarrassment. She only nodded but it was encouraging enough for now. I watched her get dressed and as I was sliding my t-shirt back over my head she opened the door a crack and slipped out. She closed the door behind her, leaving me standing there. By the time I opened the door to go out, she’d disappeared.
CHAPTER FOUR
ELLY
I sat in the library and tried hard to concentrate on what was going on in my study group. I had a big exam coming up and Susie had rightfully insisted I go with her to this group. I wasn’t getting anywhere trying to study at home. All I could think about was Tristan.
We were sitting in a circle and the group leader was asking questions that we had given him. We didn’t all have the same instructors, but our textbooks, quizzes and tests were basically the same. Sam, the group leader takes the notes we give him, and designs a test which we then take orally during the group and we each take a written copy home with us to practice.
“Okay Elly,” Sam asked me, “What’s a two shot?” He was going around the circle and he’d landed on me. This was an easy one, first semester stuff.
“Um...It’s a shot that’s used a lot when there are two subjects who need to be in a frame.”
“Good, are they both facing the shot?”
“No, one is face on and the back of the other’s head in in the shot.”
“Great!” Sam said. He moved on to the next person in the circle and asked their question as my mind wandered to my troubles with Tristan.
I had never in my life just been someone’s booty call. At first, I was disturbed about that being all he wanted from me. The truth was though, I didn’t really want more than that from him either. I didn’t know him all that well since we really didn’t talk, but I knew enough to know that what he had to offer was not what I was looking for. To be exact, I wasn’t really even looking for anything, but now that I’d had the sex with Tristan, I loved it. God help me I think I’ve even started to crave it. I had come to the conclusion that I only had two problems with our current arrangement. First of course is that we had to sneak around. I needed to make sure he understood how important it was that there were no PDA’s between us. Second, I had to be sure that I was the only one he was having sex with. It was the only way that I’d be okay with…whatever you wanted to call this.
I had gone through all of the labels in my head. We weren’t friends, and I didn’t imagine that we’d have much in common if we even tried to be. We definitely weren’t lovers…lovers talked to each other and laid lazily in each other’s arms before and after they “made love.” What Tristan and I did was not even close to “making love.” It was sex, damned good sex and I loved it. I guess I didn’t have to give it a name or put a label on it. I did need him to promise me that I wasn’t only one girl in a string of ten. I wasn’t bothered by the thought of him being with someone else in general, it was the creepiness of him being with some chick and then me coming along right afterwards and him being with me.
“Okay Elly, what is an Ambassador?”
“That is the name for the liaison who communicates between the film crew and the area or culture that they want to film.”
“You’re on fire, Elly.” That was truer than he knew. Every stinkin’ time I thought about Tristan, that fire in my belly started flaring up. When he touched me it turned white hot. That was why I had such a hard time just walking away from him. But I shouldn’t have to, right? As long as we both acted like adults and kept things to ourselves that weren’t anyone else’s business….
“Elly.”
“Me again?” I asked. Susie gave me a look that said she knew where my head was at. I smiled at Sam and said, “Shoot.”
“Okay, let me find a hard one for you Miss Smarty. Here we go, define Double system audio.”
“Damn! Wait a sec, I know this one.” I had to dig down deep for it….”Okay, I got it. Double system audio is an audio that’s recorded with a separate audio recorder apart from the camera. “
“And…”
“Gimme a sec! And…When shooting double system, the audio is synched up with the picture by using a clapper slate, so the sound of the clap can be aligned with physical clap seen on camera. Also it’s used when shooting video to record a "dirty" reference track with a camera mic to help with synching.”
“You’re amazing!” Sam told me. I suddenly let myself imagine Tristan saying that to me and I got a little shiver down my spine.
Susie leaned over and said, “Stop it; get your mind back on your studies.” she was grinning.
I smiled and said, “What makes you think I’m not concentrating on my studies?”
“That shiver,” she whispered with a grin. “You’re thinking about him, perv.”
I laughed out loud and got a stern look from Sam who by the way is probably still a virgin. All Sam ever thinks about is production, production and more production.
I made up my mind during the study group that I was going to have to talk to Tristan about the exclusivity thing. That was probably going to be easier said than done. He was not much of a talker. I almost laughed out loud as I thought about the fact that if we had that conversation it would be the longest one we’d ever had. Yet, I’d had a crush on him since I was a little girl and he was a rock star. Now I’m grown up and he’s my sex God. It was all so surreal that I felt like I needed to pinch myself to see if it was even real life. I did and it was. Susie was watching me again. This time she only shook her head.
CHAPTER FIVE
TRISTAN
I was practicing for my song for Fresh Voices that night and still kind of reveling in the afterglow of the amazing sex Elly and I had in a fucking closet when somebody started banging on my door. I would have just pretended like I wasn’t home, but I’d just been strumming the damned guitar. Shit! I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone right now…unless it was Elly and she was here for more.
I walked over to the door and said, “Who is it?”
“It’s your mom and dad,” I heard my mother’s tremulous voice say. If that wasn’t a buzz kill, I don’t know what was. I’d grown to hate the sound of that voice and I’d honestly be happy if I never had to hear it again.
“I’m kind of busy right now,” I said. Then I held my breath and hoped I’d get lucky and they would leave. I knew it was a pipe dream.
“We just want to see you for a minute Tristan. We haven’t seen you in over a month.” That time it was my mother’s whiney voice that floated through the door. “Just for a minute.”
Shit! What the hell do they want? They always want something but I’ve turned them down so often I rarely had to tolerate them asking any longer. I don’t know who they bothered when they weren’t on my doorstep and I didn’t care. I appreciated the reprieve.
I pulled the door open and said, “See, it’s me, still alive. Thanks for stopping by.”
The old man looked like holy hell. He was shaking and sweating and his eyes were sunken about six inches back into his head. I was trying to remember how old he was…not quite fifty yet. He looked about sixty five. Mom was pretty torn up herself, but she didn’t look like she was about to drop dead at least.
Realizing my sarcasm was falling on deaf ears anyways I asked him, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Tristan, baby…can we come in for a minute?” Great, Mom’s broken out the pleading voice. She missed her calling; she should have been an actress.
“I’m really busy…” I tried again.
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nbsp; “Please baby, just a minute.” Baby, yeah right.
Deciding it would be easier just to listen to what they wanted and get turning them down over with, I stepped back and let them in. The old man still hadn’t said a word and it looked like my mom was actually holding him up. She led him over to the couch and helped him sit down. I wondered if he was really that bad off or if they were playing it up, hoping I’d feel sorry for him. Fat chance.
“Okay, Mom. What the hell is going on?”
She looked at my dad sadly and then took a deep breath. My guess was she was giving herself some time to work up the tears in her eyes. She obviously had no clue that either way whatever it was wasn’t going to affect me.
“Your daddy’s real sick, honey. He needs to go into a program, and he wants to…but they told him he couldn’t test dirty. Medical doesn’t pay for detox anymore and we can’t afford it….He’s been trying to do it on his own. I’m scared for him and to top it off, we’re between places right now…”
“I don’t have any money,” I told her, hoping that’s what they’d come for and they’d leave.
“We know that, honey. We’re not looking for money…”
“Then what, Mom? The only time you come around is when you want something, so what is it?”
“He’s sick, Tristan. He’s really sick and I was hoping you’d let us stay here for a while…”
I laughed. I know that sounds terrible, but unless you were there while they were “raising” me, you wouldn’t understand.
“No Mom, you can’t stay here. This is a studio apartment. I hung up a fucking curtain over there to make a bedroom. Where do you think I’d put you?”
“Baby, we don’t need much space. I’m looking for a job. Your daddy can’t work because he’s just so sick…”
“He’s not sick, Mom! He’s withdrawing from that shit he puts in his veins!”
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