Cheri's Erotic Ten - Vol. 1

by Jean-Luc Cheri

“Let’s just say I enjoyed our conversation. But now it’s time for me to leave.”

  “You don’t have to go.”

  “It’s past your closing time. I don’t want to keep you.” He stood from the booth.

  “We could talk some more. I mean if you want to.”

  “No, I have to be getting back to the hotel before someone notices I’m gone.” He took a step backwards towards the door.

  She was desperate. She couldn’t let him just walk out of her life. Not without giving it a try.

  “I live in the apartment upstairs,” she said before she could stop herself. “I mean, if you want to come up for a while.”

  He stopped and stared at her for a long moment.

  “Upstairs?” he said softly.

  “Yeah, just one flight up. It’s kind of small, but it’s clean.”

  “And what would we do upstairs?” His voice was still soft.

  “I don’t know. Talk some more, maybe. And other stuff.”

  “Other stuff?”

  “You know. Whatever you want to do.”

  “Whatever I want to do?”

  “Yes.” Their eyes met.

  “What if I wanted to fuck you?”

  “W-What?”

  “That’s what you want, isn’t it, Amber? You don’t want to go upstairs to talk. You want to take me to your bed, don’t you?”

  “I… I mean…”

  “Let’s go.”

  “G-Go?”

  “Yeah, let’s not waste any more time. Let’s go up to your apartment so you can suck my cock. And then I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Do you like sucking cock, Amber?”

  “I… Yeah, I mean…”

  “You’re fatter than the girls I’m used to being with, but hey, no one’s going to see us together, right?” He gave her a smirk.

  “What?”

  “I mean, I have a reputation to uphold. What would the tabloids say if someone snapped a picture of me with someone as heavy as you? But if you live right upstairs, that means we don’t have to be seen in public.”

  She stared at him. Why was he so mean?

  “Besides,” he continued, “girls like you try harder in bed. Those skinny ones just lie there and expect you to worship them. Do you take it up the ass, Amber?”

  “I… Um…” The world was spinning and she couldn’t find her balance.

  He walked to her and slid his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

  “Come on, lead the way. I can’t wait to get my cock in your fat ass.”

  He led her towards the door and she felt like she was in a dream. Sure, he was a rude bastard, but he’d been the guy of her dreams for so long. Just knowing that she was about to find out what it was like to fuck Adam Quill sent a wet quiver through her pussy.

  But as they reached the door, she realized that there was something very wrong about this. Adam Quill, the man she’d fantasized about, was only a figment of her imagination. The reality was that this pig standing beside her bore no resemblance to the kind-hearted person she’d imagined him to be. Her self-dignity was worth a whole lot more to her than screwing a famous rock star.

  She stopped. “No.”

  His arm tightened around her shoulders. “Let’s go, chubby. My dick’s getting hard.”

  She pulled out of his grasp. “I said no.”

  “I thought you wanted this.”

  She glared at him. “I thought I did too. But now I don’t. You can leave now.”

  “Baby, don’t be like that.” He reached out and cupped her breast through her blouse.

  She forcefully smacked his hand away. “Get the fuck away from me. Go, before I call the police.”

  He held his hands up. “Whoa, this was your idea.”

  “Just get the fuck out!” she screamed, and turned away. She felt the tears coming as she heard the door open and close. Moving to the counter, she laid her head on her arms as her shoulders shook, the sobs coming hard.

  How could she be so stupid, inviting a callous man like that into her bed? She hardly knew him, other than her childish fantasies of who he was.

  Her life was shit, and incidents like this and the one with Brandon just reminded her of that fact. And when she got her degree, so what? She was still going to be fat and useless.

  “Amber?”

  The voice came from directly behind her and she startled. When she turned, she saw him still standing there. He’d removed his hood and sunglasses, and his familiar clear blue eyes locked on hers.

  “Get out!” she said, pointing at the door.

  “I’m sorry I had to do that,” he said, his voice soft.

  “You’re a fucking pig, and I want you to leave!”

  He shook his head. “No, you’re wrong. That wasn’t me.”

  “Unless you have some evil fucking twin, I’m pretty sure it was you. Go!”

  “Would you please calm down and listen to me?”

  “We don’t have anything to talk about. I want you to leave.”

  “It’s because you want me to leave, that I want to stay. Amber, you gave me the answer I was looking for.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “Do you know how many girls come onto me every day? Every day for the past five years?”

  She stared at him. “Yeah, it must be tough getting so much pussy.”

  He nodded. “You’re right, when it first started it was great. Amazing even. Beautiful girls throwing themselves at me, willing to do anything I wanted just to spend some time with me. To be able to brag to their friends that they fucked Adam Quill.”

  “I’m still not seeing the problem.”

  “Come on, Amber, I know you’re not as shallow as that. You know as well as I do that there’s more to life than fucking someone different every day. If you really thought that way, you’d be upstairs with my cock in your mouth, ignoring all those terrible things I said to you.”

  “You were cruel.”

  “And I’m sorry for that. But I had to push you, because in the short time we talked I was sure you weren’t that shallow, and wouldn’t put up with being denigrated like that. I’m tired of being with women who’ll allow themselves to be used – who’ll put up with being humiliated just to get laid by a star. I was hoping you’d tell me to fuck off.”

  She stared at him. “It was all an act?”

  “Well, I was a little angry at you for inviting me up to your room. You reminded me of all those other girls. They even try to sneak into my hotel room at night and do things to me. I’m done with them.”

  “I didn’t want you to leave, and I panicked. I thought that would convince you to stay.”

  He nodded. “I understand. But you know, Amber, I really was hungry, but there’s a convenience store a block down the street. I could’ve gotten something to eat there.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying, I came in here for more than just food. I saw you in here and wanted to get to know you better.”

  “Me? Why?”

  “Because you’re a pretty girl. And since I’ve sworn off groupies, I get lonely on the road.”

  “You think I’m pretty?”

  He smiled. “Come on, I’m sure you’ve heard that before.”

  “Well, yeah, but not recently.”

  His smiled widened. “Trust me, you’re very beautiful.”

  This was happening too fast for her. First, she liked him, then she hated him, and now he was being so sweet. She couldn’t keep up with her changing emotions.

  “And you’re sweet,” he added. “Look how nice you were to me when you didn’t know who I was. That shows how compassionate you are.”

  She smiled. “You were sweet too. Until, you know, you started calling me fat.”

  He grinned. “You have my deepest apologies. I used to be overweight myself.”

  Her eyes opened wide. “You did?”

  “Yeah, you want to hear about it?”

  “Of course.”<
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  “Can we go somewhere more comfortable? How about your apartment?”

  She gave him a suspicious stare. “Is this another test?”

  He laughed and held up his hands. “No, I promise. And I’m not going upstairs expecting anything. Just to talk.”

  She considered him for a moment, then said, “Okay, let’s go.”

  After locking the front door again and turning off the lights, they went out the back and up the outdoor stairs to her door. She opened it and let him in, hoping she’d remembered to pick up her underwear from the bathroom floor.

  When he entered and she closed the door, a sense of disorientation overwhelmed her. Was it really possible that Adam Quill was in her apartment?

  “Anything to drink?” she asked. “I think I have a bottle of wine in the bottom of the fridge.”

  “Wine sounds good,” he replied.

  “Have a seat,” she said, motioning towards the couch.

  “This is nice,”’ he said, sitting on the sofa. “A little small, like you said, but it feels comfortable.”

  “Thanks.” She went into the kitchen and retrieved the wine and a couple of glasses. When she returned to the living room and sat beside him, he poured them both half a glass.

  “Tell me,” she said.

  “What?”

  “About you being overweight. I’ve never heard that about you.”

  He nodded. “That’s my manager, Rick. He keeps a tight wrap on my personal information and history. Nothing gets out unless he approves it, and most of the stuff is made up. For example, I’ve never been in the Boy Scouts.”

  “Really? What about that hit song you had? Scout’s Honor?”

  “It was only after I wrote it that Rick told everyone I’d been in the Scouts. He called it ‘Getting some cred.’”

  She laughed. “Kind of how rap stars make up stories about being in jail?”

  He grinned. “Exactly. Anyway, I was always a chubby little kid, up until I was around thirteen.”

  “Then what happened?”

  “I saw Justin Timberlake in concert and decided I wanted to be just like him. I knew I could sing, but I also knew there weren’t that many overweight pop stars. So I began eating right and working out. Two years later I signed my first recording contract.”

  Her eyes travelled down his lean body. “The diet’s still working, by the way.”

  He smiled. “Actually, that’s why I was out looking for food.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Sometimes I can’t take any more whole wheat bread and tofu, and I just have to splurge. That was the old Adam Quill wolfing down those doughnuts tonight.”

  “Couldn’t you just order room service?”

  “No. Rick gives the hotels explicit instructions about my diet, and threatens to not come back if they deviate from it.”

  “Wow. Sounds like you’re kind of a prisoner.”

  He smiled. “I can’t complain, really. It may be a cage, but at least it’s a gilded cage. I have everything I wanted back when I was thirteen.” After a pause, he added, “Except someone to share it with.”

  “I thought you and Mandy Michaels were dating?”

  He rolled his eyes. “Spare me from that diva. We cut a record together, and then spent one night with each other in Paris, and that’s pretty much all I could take of her. What a fucking selfish pig. So much different than her public image. Of course, Rick has to tell everyone that we’re together, because he says it’ll help my image to be fucking someone so high-profile. And she’s not going to deny it, because her record sales have been off lately.”

  “Wow. I kind of like her.”

  He nodded. “It’s all about image.”

  “So you and her…?”

  He held up his finger. “One time. And it was the worst night of my life. Like fucking a zombie. All those dance moves she uses in her videos, I thought she would bring something special to bed. But no, she just laid there like she couldn’t be bothered. I wanted to hold a mirror up to her mouth to make sure she was still breathing.”

  She giggled. “That’s funny.”

  “Enough about me,” he said. “Tell me about yourself.”

  “Not much to tell. Had a great childhood and adolescence, but my dad died when I was eighteen, and my mom became an alcoholic, so my life’s been pretty crappy since.”

  “Damn, I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “It’s okay. I’ve grown as a person because of it.” She smiled and added, “In more ways than one.”

  “I bet you have.”

  “But I still have pictures. Let me show you.” She got up and went to the bookcase, bringing back her high school yearbook to sit back beside him. She opened it in her lap and turned to her senior picture. “That’s me,” she said, pointing to the thin and pretty girl staring out from the page.

  He looked at it without responding.

  “And this is me and my friends,” she said, turning to the cheerleader section. “That’s me,” she said, pointing to the lovely athletic girl with the bright white smile.

  Again, he didn’t reply.

  “And one more,” she said, flipping through the pages. She stopped on the one that had ‘Homecoming Queen and King’ at the top, and a picture of her and Brandon below.

  Adam reached out and covered the picture with his hand. “Amber, why are you showing me these?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought you might like to see what I looked like when I was pretty.”

  He shook his head. “You’re pretty now.”

  “No, not like I was.”

  He removed his hand from the photo and stared down at it for a long moment. Finally, he said, “I’m guessing that the girl in that photo wasn’t as nice as the one I’m sitting next to.”

  She felt the tears welling in her eyes. “I used to be mean to people.”

  “And I used to treat girls like they were worthless. Sounds like we’ve both grown up.”

  “I just thought…” A single tear rolled down her cheek.

  “I know. You thought that showing me how you used to look would make me like you more. But that’s not true. Do you want to know the truth, Amber?”

  “Yes.”

  He pointed at the photo in her lap. “The truth is, if I’d seen that girl through the diner window tonight, I would’ve passed you by and gotten something to eat at the convenience store.”

  She lifted her head to stare into his amazing eyes, and a matching tear spilled down her other cheek.

  “Hey, don’t cry,” he said, moving closer and brushing the tear away with his thumb. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  “I had a crush on you when I was a teenager.”

  He smiled softly. “Really? That’s weird. You must’ve been the only one.”

  She giggled. “I know, it’s kind of silly. But you’ll be happy to know I’ve grown out of it.”

  “Damn. And here I was thinking I stood a chance with you.”

  “Well, let’s not go that far. You still have a chance.”

  “I like the sound of that.” He lifted the yearbook off her lap and laid it on the coffee table, then shifted closer, his hand moving around her waist.

  “What about your vow of swearing off women?”

  “I said I swore off groupies. And you’re about as far from a groupie there is. You just admitted you no longer have a crush on me.”

  “That’s true. But to be honest, I’m still really attracted to you. Especially sitting this close.”

  “I see. But if we’re being honest with each other, you should know that I’m sitting here wondering if your lips are as soft as they appear to be.”

  She took a breath, wondering if this was really happening.

  “I was wondering the same thing about yours.”

  “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

  She was about to say something else, but he leaned down and kissed her, his lips pressing gently against hers. And yes, they were as soft as
she’d imagined.

  He pulled her tighter to him as their kiss intensified. When she felt his tongue probing, she parted her lips and met it with hers,

  He groaned and caressed her back, and she felt his strength as her soft body pressed against his. The wetness in her loins simmered through her, making her hot and sticky inside, and in desperate need of his touch.

  When his hand cupped her breast she groaned softly into his mouth, giving him approval to continue. Her nipple pebbled to hardness, and he grazed his thumb over it through her blouse and bra, which suddenly seemed constricting around her.

  “Yes,” she quietly moaned, and he pinched the straining bud, causing her back to arch and press it against him, yearning for more of his caresses.

  His hands moved to the buttons of her blouse and quickly undid them, working his way down. The center of her bra came into view, and when he was finished with the buttons, he pushed the shirt off her shoulders, revealing the full tops of her breast, so soft and white.

  “God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered as his eyes feasted upon her lushness. She hadn’t had a man look at her like this in a long time, and she swelled with pride and desire.

  Wanting him to see all of her, she reached behind and undid the clasp. The bra slackened, but was now held up by her full breasts, and she slowly pulled it off, revealing her rosy areolas to his lustful gaze, including her swollen upturned nipples.

  “Incredible,” he gasped, then reached out to hold their weight in his strong hands, caressing them softly. When he rolled the pink nipples between his fingers, she groaned aloud and felt another soft bubble of wetness pop in her swollen pussy.

  He leaned down to take one into his mouth, making it slick with his saliva as he sucked at the straining nub.

  “Ohhh,” she groaned, and arched her head back, reveling in the pleasure he was giving her.

  After a few moments, he pulled his lips off her wet nipple, then blew softly on it. The chill from the air made it stiffen even further, and she felt her pussy clasping futilely around nothing, her body aching in need.

  He repeated the process with the other nipple, and she reached down between his legs, placing her hand on the hard ridge of his cock through his pants. She was startled by his size, and her pussy clenched again in anticipation.

  He stood, keeping hold of her hand as he pulled her to her feet. Then he kissed her again, and she had to rise to her tiptoes to make up for their difference in height.