by M Andrews
I’m a little confused by what he just said. Did he give me a fake name too? “Is your name not Christopher?”
“Christopher is my real name. Do you really not know who I am?” That look of confusion is on his face again. I feel like I am missing something.
“Should I?”
“I saw you talking to someone in the VIP section. I thought you were here to see me,” he says.
The pieces start to come together in my mind. He’s here for a signing, he saw me in the VIP section, and he thought I was here to see him. Holy shit, Christopher is Derek Fox. I had sex with Derek Fox. Gran is going to lose her mind when I tell her this.
“You’re Derek Fox, from Starcrossed.”
“You really had no idea who I was?”
I think he is more shocked by that than he was when I told him Sarah wasn’t my real name. “No, I don’t watch the show. My grandmother and her friends love it, so I brought her here for the signing. I had sex with Derek Fox.” I walk over to the bench and plop down. I lost my virginity to one of the hottest guys on television. Go me.
“And I had sex with a beautiful woman named Heather.” He smiles and sits next to me on the bench.
“Do you want to hear some more shocking news?” If we are all out with the truth, might as well tell him I was a virgin the night we met.
“If you tell me you are married, I might drop dead.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, soap opera boy. I’m not married. That night, you had sex with a virgin.”
“Oh, I know,” he says very casually.
“How did you know?”
“I could smell the innocence on you.” He runs his nose up the length of my neck. “I could taste it on my tongue as I ate your virgin pussy.” He licks the shell of my ear. “And I could feel the precise moment when I popped your cherry. I’m getting hard again just thinking that I was the only man to be inside you.” He takes my hand and lays it over his lap. He is hard as steel against the palm of my hand. He moans in my ear as I glide my hand over his length. “God willing it will stay that way.”
“Oh, so you think that just because you took my virginity that I am yours now.” I raise an eyebrow up at him.
“I called dibs on you the moment I saw you. That is one of the reasons I’ve been trying to find you.” He flashes a cocky grin my way. “I don’t want any other man claiming what is mine.”
“Christopher, this isn’t one of the episodes of your show. Where the couple has one night together, and they fall madly in love. How do you know for sure that my pussy is the only one that you will want for the rest of your life? We barely know each other. All we have going for us is that we have great sex together.”
“We are stuck in here for God knows how long. Might as well use this time to get to know each other.” He leans back and opens the buttons on his suit jacket. “I’ll go first. My full name is Christopher Reynolds. I was born and raised in Boston, where my family still lives. I am one of four boys. My parents are John and Deborah. They have been happily married for over thirty years and own and operate a deli. My brothers, Andy, Michael, and Sam all work at the family deli. I take the train back home every Sunday for our family dinner.”
He has a good relationship with his family, I like that. I wish I had that with my family.
“Since the time I was five years old I knew I wanted to be an actor. My parents put me in acting classes and were very understanding about me moving to Manhattan to follow my dream. My favorite color is blue, and my favorite pizza is pepperoni. The last thing you should know about me is that I am crazy for a beautiful woman with curly brown hair, hypnotic green eyes, who calls herself Sarah, but her real name is Heather.” We both laugh. “Tell me everything I need to know about you.”
Where do I even begin?
5
Christopher
Heather thinks over what she wants to say. I am still not over the shock of finding her here in Pine Grove. It is taking every ounce of me not to pull her into my lap and never let her out of my arms again. I kind of hope no one finds us in here, so I can hold onto her for a little while longer. My fear is, that once we are out of this tiny room, she will disappear on me again and this time I won’t find her. Would it be wrong to smuggle her back to New York with me?
“This won’t take too long,” she says, breaking the silence.
I can’t take my eyes off her. Heather is even more beautiful than I remember. The club was dark, and I didn’t get a full view of her. Her creamy skin has a glow under the lights. Those deep green eyes look like pools of sparkling emeralds. I want to kiss the freckles that dot the bridge of her nose. Seeing those gorgeous tits of hers was nearly my undoing. The only part of her I got to see before was her pussy. My mouth is already watering for another taste.
“I grew up an only child in Arizona. I moved to Pine Grove last winter to help my grandmother after her hip surgery, and I kinda decided to stay here. I work here at the Galleria. I lost my virginity to a hot guy named Christopher.”
This brings out a prideful smile to my face. I am the only man who’s been inside her, how could I not be proud of that. If this works out in my favor, I will be the only man who ever is.
“I like designing clothes. That is why I was in New York in the first place. I had an interview at Parsons School of Design.”
“You like designing clothes?” I ask.
“Yeah.” She reaches for a crumpled dress from the floor. “I made this.” She holds up the dress. There appears to be a sauce stain and something orange on the front. “It would look better without the food stains. Some idiot was running through the food court and knocked a tray of food down the front of me.”
No fucking way that woman I accidently bumped into was Heather. That idiot was me. Wow the universe literally knocked us into each other. “Um, so that was me. I saw you in the VIP section, and I was coming to find you when a group of fans saw me and started chasing me through the mall. I feel like such a cad. I’m sorry for ruining your dress.”
“It could have been a little bit of karma for standing you up.” All of the sudden, Heather’s eyes go wide and she covers her mouth with her hand. “Oh shit.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I just remembered that I was supposed to be meeting a date.” She glances down at the watch on her wrist. “Fifteen minutes ago.” My heart sinks in my chest. She was here to meet someone else. “Looks like I will be getting banned from video dating.” She snorts.
“You were doing video dating?” My brother Michael has been doing video dating. He mainly uses it for having sex. Now I’m really glad we are stuck in this dressing room, so that creep she was going to meet can’t get his hands on her.
“I heard a few of the girls I work with talking about how they tried it out and they had good luck with it. I didn’t think I was going to see you again. And I’m not going to design school, so if I’m going to be stuck here, I might as well have someone to share my miserable life with.” She sighs. If she wants someone to spend her life with, she is sitting next to the perfect guy.
“Let’s put the video dating thing to the side. Maybe lock it away and never speak of it again. Did you not get into design school?” Minus the stains that I caused, the dress Heather made is incredible. Any design school would be lucky to have her. “Well.” Her voice goes up about three octaves. “I got in.”
“Then why did you tell me that you didn’t get in?”
Heather gets up from the bench and walks the short distance to the other side of the dressing room. She leans her back up against the wall. “Because I’m scared,” she admits. “This is the first time I have admitted that out loud before.”
“What are you scared of?” I ask.
Her hands move down to the hem of the dress she is wearing, and her fingers nervously twist at the fabric. “I think I am most scared that I have been fooling myself into thinking I am good at making clothes. That once I get started in the program, everyone will see what an imposter
I am.”
“Welcome to being a normal human being. I’d be more worried if you were not a little scared.” I get up from the bench and stride over to her. My hand slips under her chin and brings her eyes back up to mine. “I have only seen one of your designs, and I can already tell you are talented.”
“Technically you have seen two. The dress I was wearing the night we met was one that I made.”
Damn, that dress was hot. Red and low cut, with a slit that went all the way to her upper thigh…easy access. I love that dress.
“You are incredibly talented. I hope you still have that dress.” I grin and take her hands in mine. “It’s okay to be scared. That is how you know you’re alive. Besides, you won’t be alone in New York.” I bring one of her hands up to my lips and place a kiss on her knuckles. “You will have me there. I’ll be your tour guide. Help you navigate the subway lines. Show you the diners around the school that have the best coffee for those early morning classes. At night, I will make you come until you pass out.”
“That last one has me just about convinced to move.” The corner of her mouth gives way to a smirk.
“Only just about, huh?” I dip my head and lay a kiss on the hollow of her neck.
“I might need a reminder.” She moves her hands between us and works open my belt and slides down the zipper.
I will gladly show what she could have every single night when she moves to New York. I let out a hiss of air when she wraps her hand around my cock and begins to stroke me. My own hands work her dress down to her waist, exposing her full, beautiful tits to me. I take one in my hand and lean down, taking her nipple into my mouth. I bite down on the pink bud. She lets out a half-moaned yip when I do it again to the other one.
I take her by the back of her thighs and lift her up. Her legs wrap around my waist. “Slide your panties over. Let me see that pretty pussy.” She slides the pink cotton over. My cock bobs with excitement at the sight of her wet lips. I line the tip of my cock at her opening and slowly bring her down my length. I can’t tear my eyes away as her pussy takes in all of me. She is even tighter than I remember. Knowing I’m the only man she has been with makes me even harder.
“Christopher.” My name falls from Heather’s lips as I start to move inside her. She is gripping around my dick with every thrust. She’s greedy for it. She feels so damn good and it has been too long since I last had her, and I don’t know how long I can hold on. I take her nipple back in my mouth, slide a hand between us, and strum her clit with my hand. I want her to come with me.
She is pinned against the wall as I push deeper and harder into her. She is gripping me like a vice, and I keep thrusting and rocking her body against the wall. Just as we are both about to come, the door to the dressing room bursts open. Heather shouts out her surprise then buries her face against my chest. Standing in the doorway is the security guard from before. “I found that guy you were looking for ma’am,” he says with a chuckle. He tilts his head in an attempt to get a better look at Heather, but I keep her covered up with my jacket. If I wasn’t in such a precarious position, I’d knock this guy’s head off for looking at her.
“Oh, thank God.” I hear Cindy announce as she pushes the guy aside and steps into view. She takes one look at me and Heather and rolls her eyes. “Derek, I have been looking for you everywhere. The signing starts in ten minutes. Finish up and get your ass out here.” She lets out a frustrated sigh then storms off.
“Heather, darling, are you in here,” an older woman’s voice calls out from the hallway by the dressing rooms.
“Kill me now, that’s my grandmother,” Heather groans.
“You forgot your bag. When I went to find you, I ran into Josie and she said you might still be here.” She comes into view of the dressing room and stops in her tracks. “Oh my,” she says, dropping the bag in her hand to the floor. “Way to go Heather!” A proud smile erupts across her face.
Heather shakes with laughter in my arms. This is definitely not how I imagined meeting Heather’s grandmother. By the way she is staring at my exposed ass right now, I don’t think she minds. “Hello Derek, I’m Heather’s grandmother, Linda. I was going to ask you for your autograph, but I will wait until you are out of my granddaughter first.”
“Oh my God, Gran,” Heather shrieks. I try my best to hold it together and a laugh rumbles in my chest.
“I’ll just wait outside for you, Heather.” As she closes the door behind her, I hear Heather’s grandmother say, “damn, that man has a great ass” under her breath. I think Heather’s grandmother and I are going to get along very well.
“My grandmother just caught me having sex in public. I think I am going to die now,” Heather says.
“I think she is pretty proud of you at the moment.” I chuckle. “Your grandmother seems pretty awesome.” I reluctantly slip out of Heather and return her to her feet. I tuck myself back into my pants and run my hands through my hair.
“She is and I am sure this is going to be the talk of the quilting club for the next month.” She grabs her dress from the floor and slides it back on. “This is weird, and I don’t know what we do now.”
“You and I are going to have two very awkward conversations about what just happened. I’m going to go do the signing and afterward, I am going to take you and your grandmother to dinner, where I will continue to convince you to move to New York.” There is no way in hell I am leaving Pine Grove until I know for sure Heather will be coming with me.
“You don’t give up do you?”
“Not when it comes to something I want. And I want you.”
Heather chews on her bottom lip. She has that nervous look on her face.
“I’m not going to change my mind about wanting you, so take that thought right out of that pretty head of yours. You belong in New York, at design school, and with me.” My hand reaches up and frees her lip. “I will see you after the event. Don’t disappear on me again.” I kiss her softly.
“I will see you soon.” She smiles.
Cindy is waiting for me with the security guard when I come out of the store. “How did you find me?” I ask.
“It is kinda hard to miss a herd of screaming women running through a mall. Michael here,” she points her thumb over at the security guard, “was chasing after them, so it wasn’t hard to put the pieces together that they were chasing you. I figured you would be hiding out, so we have been checking the department stores. Dressing rooms are my first stop when an actor goes missing during a signing. Is this going to be a regular habit? You and strange women fucking in dressing rooms?” She looks at me with a bored look on her face. “I’m not judging how you spend your down time, I just need to know so I can make sure you get a private dressing room. The paperwork that comes with having to bail one of our actors out of jail is a nightmare.” She says that like she’s had to do this before. What the hell goes on, on these tours?
“Has this happened before?” I ask. The things I have witnessed during these tours would kill a nun. Let’s just say, Bill Carrington has a weird thing with feet and it ended with him getting banned from a Macy’s in Arizona.
That event finally explained why all the women on set have to wear closed toed, no heel shoes around him.
“No, I will not be sleeping with random girls, because I only want her. If I have anything to do with it, I’m gonna marry this girl.”
“That’s great, lover boy, but you got a signing to do.” She rolls her eyes and pushes herself off the wall. “Come on, your adoring fans are waiting for you.”
6
Heather
After Christopher leaves, I finish collecting my things and pay for the dress. Gran is waiting for me outside the store with a big shit eating grin on her face. This only makes my entire face burn hot with embarrassment. “Please don’t tell Mom what happened,” is the first thing out of my mouth as we walk back over to the stage. The last thing I need is Mom chastising me for having sex in public—twice. I can hear her now: Good girls don’t
have sex with strangers in dressing rooms, Heather. I’m so disappointed in you.
“You are a grown woman, Heather. Which means you are allowed to have relations with whomever you want and wherever you want. To help ease your mind about what happened, on the day your grandfather and I got married, my father walked in on me and your grandfather in a very precarious position in the church.” This stops me dead in my tracks.
I turn to face Gran. “You got caught having sex in a church?” I think my brain just shorted out for a second.
“That was the least shocking place your grandfather and I had sex. Let’s just say I can never go to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris ever again.” This brings a prideful smile to her face. Dang, Gran really is a real-life Blanch.
“How on earth did Mom turn out the way she did?” My mom acts like she was raised by nuns.
“I have no clue where that prude came from. There was a small part of me that thought she was switched at birth. She looks way too much like your grandfather for her to not be ours, though. Don’t be ashamed or embarrassed by what just happened. But I do want the details on how you wound up in that dressing room with Derek Fox.”
“We kind of met when I was in New York a few weeks ago. That guy I told you about. The one I met in the disco, that was Christopher. Oh yeah, Derek’s real name is Christopher.”
“I have never been more proud of you then I am right now. My future grandson-in-law is going to be Derek, I mean, Christopher. Suck on that, Helen,” she says triumphantly.
“Gran, take a chill pill. No one is getting married. Christopher and I are still getting to know each other.”
“Considering the position I found you in earlier, I think you two know each other pretty well.” She jabs me in the side with her elbow.
“Yes, we are very well acquainted in that department.” Damn, that man knows how to make me come. “There has to be more than just sex for a couple to work, right?”