Star Struck (2 page)

I walked out into the kitchen and Gavin was standing there, making pancakes, and wearing only red plaid pajama bottoms. He turned toward me as he flipped a pancake.

“Good morning, beautiful. How’d you sleep?” he asked.

“Wonderfully,” I replied. “Last night was amazing.”

He looked and me and grinned in agreement.

I walked over and sat down at the kitchen table. I ran my fingers along the dark, solid wood as I watched him cook. His pajama pants clung to him perfectly, showing the curves of his rear handsomely, draping around his legs, yet hiding enough of him to leave my imagination wanting more. The sunlight rippled through the window and grazed his body, and I couldn’t help but admire the definition in his shoulders, arms, and back.

He got out two plates, stacked up a few pancakes on each, picked up a couple of forks out of a drawer, and then grabbed the syrup out of his pantry before joining me at the table. I giggled at his balancing act when he almost dropped the plate of pancakes as he set it in front of me.

He sat on the other side of the small table, and we began to eat. We talked cheerfully and flirted, and never took our eyes off of each other.

“So… Do you have any plans for today, Megan?” he asked.

“Nothing in particular. Filming doesn’t pick up again until the day after tomorrow, you know,” I replied.

“Yea, it’s nice having some time off.”

“What about you, Gavin? Do you have anything you’re doing today?” I asked.

“I have a meeting with my manager at 3, but nothing other than that. I should be home around 7,” he looked at me shyly. “Will you be here when I get back?”

I blushed.

“If you want me to be, I will,” I said.

“Very much so,” he said, looking straight into my eyes and smiling.

“If you don’t mind, though, while you’re gone I want to run home and get some things,” I said. “Do you have a spare key I could borrow?”

“Yea, of course.”

We stared into each other eyes, and I reached across the table and stroked his hand softly.

“Do you mind if I get myself something to drink?” I asked.

“Can get it for you? What would you like?”

“It’s okay, you made breakfast. I can get myself a drink of water at least. Just tell me where the cups are.”

“They’re up in the cabinet over the sink,” he pointed.

I got up and walked over and opened the cabinet. The only thing I could see were the plates on the bottom shelf, some cookware in the middle shelf, and some really fancy looking glasses on the top shelf.

“Are you sure? These are rather fancy.” I tried to reach up, but not being very tall made this quite a chore.

“Yea. Reach higher,” he said.

I kept reaching, a bit surprised that he hadn’t come to offer me assistance yet. When he again encouraged me to keep reaching, I realized that the shirt had lifted up over my nude butt. Embarrassed, I stopped reaching and pulled the shirt down to cover myself. He laughed at me, pleased with himself for tricking me into exposing myself, then got up and opened the cabinet next to the one I was looking in. In there, on the bottom shelf, were some more glasses.

“Here, you can use these,” he said. I smacked him playfully on his bare chest and he laughed at me again.

While he got me some water, I sat down on top of the table and moved the dirty plates aside. He walked over to me and handed me the glass. I took a sip, and then placed it on the table.

He put his hands on my hips, and I ran my fingers under the elastic of his pants, feeling the touch of his warm skin. He kissed me, and I pulled him closer. I slid my hand up and around his back, while my other hand slipped into his pants. I started rubbing his shaft and felt it grow in my hand. His hands wandered to my back and he held me tight. I pulled his penis out through his fly.

“I want you inside of me, I need you,” I whispered in his ear, and then I bit it gently.

He glided inside of me and kissed my neck passionately. I let my head fall backwards and gripped on to his arms tightly as he continued to thrust himself back and forth. Our breathing quickened and grew louder, and I basked in the warmth of the body heat between us.

I ran my fingernails lightly down his sides and felt goose bumps form along his skin, and he lightly moaned. Then he scooped me up in his arms and carried me back into the bedroom, while not letting himself slip out of me.

He lay down on the bed with me on top, and I started moving up and down and back and forth. He placed his hands on my knees and slowly let them drift up my legs, over my thighs, up my hips, up my sides under the shirt, and cupped my breasts. I leaned down toward his face and kissed him. His scent caught me, and I took in his sweet musky aroma, committing it to memory. I knew from now on I wouldn’t be able to smell his scent without becoming aroused.

We were at it for quite a while, rolling around in the bed, switching back and forth between positions, touching each other so much that sometimes I lost track of where our hands were.

When we had both finished, we laid next to each other, kissing, and stroking each other’s hair.

“I can’t believe how amazing these last two days have been,” I said.

“I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have you here, lying next to me right now,” he replied.

He smiled his glorious half-smile, and my heart melted yet again.

“I think you’re going to have to get used to it,” I said, “This is just the start.”

We lay there, just looking at each other. Gavin stroked my hair, and I traced my fingers around his neck and chest. The peaceful silence blanketed us.

He smiled at me, and gazed into my eyes.

“Tell me something,” he said.

“What would you like me to tell you?”

“Tell me something about you. Something that no one else knows.”

“Okay,” I paused, thinking. “Um, I am completely terrified of sand crabs.”

“Sand crabs? Those little tiny things?” he teased me playfully.

“Yes,” I replied. “I have no idea why they scare me, but they just do. I don’t trust them.”

He chuckled quietly, and then kissed me again.

“What about you?” I asked, as I ran my hands along his naked chest.

“What about me?” he replied lightly, his attention completely focused on finding new places on my face to put his lips.

“What is something about
you
that no one else knows?” He ran his hand down my arm, and let his fingers entwine with mine.

“Well,” he started, and paused.

He turned onto his back and pulled me up so I was laying on his chest, looking into his eyes. He stroked my back and I brushed his face. “I still have several of my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles action figures from when I was a kid.”

“You do?”

“Yea, I keep them in a box in the back of my closet.”

“Wow, that’s cool. Do you ever take them out and play with them?” I asked, and pulled his fingers up to my lips, sucking on the tips.

“No,” he laughed a little. “I mean, I’ll take them out once in a while and see what kind of condition they’re in, but I don’t play with them like I did when I was a kid.”

“Will you show them to me someday?” I asked.

“Anything you want,” he said. “I could get them out now if you want me to.”

He turned over to get up, and noticed the clock.

“Oh, damn!” he jumped.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“I didn’t realize what time it was. I’ve got to meet my manager in an hour. I’ve gotta get going.”

“Oh, wow, I can’t believe it’s already two o’clock!” I sat up.

He got out of bed and started putting on his clothes. I pulled the covers over my legs. Without his body heat next to me, I got a little bit chilly.

He threw on some pants, buttoned his shirt, put on his shoes, and came over to me.

“You promise you’ll be here when I get back?” he said.

I kissed him.

“I promise.”

He took out his keys and handed the key to the front door to me. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. Then he walked out of the bedroom, and a few seconds later I heard the front door open and close.

I laid back down in the bed and felt giddy. I couldn’t believe this was all happening! The more I thought about it, the more amazing it seemed. He and I had gotten to know each other so well, and the chemistry between us felt so natural. It felt so right to finally have let down my guard and let myself be with him.

A moment passed, and then I heard the front door open and close again. No sooner had I sat up and he was standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

“Did you forget something?” I asked.

“No,” he replied, grinning at me.

“I just realized it only takes me 20 minutes to get there."

Grocery shopping was fast, and I had picked out a quick and easy dinner that would still be yummy- pasta and sauce, and a box of chocolate covered cherries for dessert. I had stopped by my place to pick up a few things- something to sleep in, my toothbrush, and a couple other things, including a piece of lingerie. Before I left, I took a quick shower, brushed my hair, and put it up in a clip.

I got back to Gavin’s house a little before seven, and he wasn't back yet, as I hoped. I threw the overnight bag I had picked up when I stopped by my place on the couch as I took the groceries into the kitchen and started preparing dinner. Searching through the cupboards, I finally found a pot and some olive oil. I put the pot filled with water on the stove for the pasta, sprinkled a little bit of the olive oil in it, and then went into the living room. I picked up the bag I had left on the couch and took it into his bedroom. The lingerie I brought was my favorite piece- a short, black teddy that hung just below my bottom, with a tiny red ribbon on a little slit above the right leg. It was see-through, except for the breasts, and came with matching black panties. I slipped off my clothes, put them in the duffel bag, and put on the teddy. My hair was still a little wet when I let down the clip, but I kind of liked it like that. The natural wave came out, and the curls at the bottom of my black hair circled my nipples.

I went back into the kitchen, where the water was now boiling, and put the pasta in. The steam from the pot brushed my hands and the rest of me got the chills. Beneath the teddy and under the curled ends of my hair, my nipples hardened. Just then, a key turned in the front door. I heard Gavin come in, shut the door, and put his keys on a little table that was next to the couch. Then he walked into the kitchen, and I kept my back toward him, smiling as I felt his stare engulf me. His footsteps drew close and stopped just behind me. He put his hands on my waist, then slid them to my stomach and pulled me against him. He reached up and pulled my hair to the side and kissed my neck. We rocked gently from side to side, and his hands wandered up to my boobs as his lips kept kissing my neck and my shoulders. I could feel my vagina pulsating, and I put my hands on his.

I turned around and peered into his eyes. Those beautiful, green eyes took my breath away, and my knees felt weak for a moment. He put his hand on the back of my head and kissed me passionately. Then he took a step back and gave me and up and down look, taking in the details of the black teddy. His eyebrows rose with excitement and he grinned. I could tell he liked it.

It was difficult to adequately finish making dinner with his hands and lips exploring my body. Every so often he'd find a spot that tickled me and would give it extra attention as I let out a flirty little laugh and playfully tried to push him away. I had completely forgot about the garlic bread, but I wouldn't remember it until the next day. I turned off the stove, Gavin behind me again and hands still all over me, and I put some pasta and sauce on a couple of plates. I faced him again, kissed him fervently, and took off his shirt.

In a feeble attempt to gain some self-control, I picked up the plates with dinner on them and we sat down at the table. Instead of sitting across from me, Gavin sat right next to me. We kissed and touched each other in between bites. There was barely a dent in either of our dinners when he stood up, grabbed my hands, and we headed toward the bedroom. The pasta would sit lonely on the plate until morning, and neither of us cared.

In the bedroom, we embraced each other and made out. Then, I pushed him down onto the bed. His pants looked tight, and I could see his penis trying to force its way out. I leaned down over him and held his wrists, placing them over his head. I kissed his lips, and then moved slowly down his naked torso, kissing every exposed inch of flesh I could find.

When my head reached the top of his jeans, I unbuckled his belt, undid his pants, and removed them. Then I pulled down his boxers with my teeth and kissed the flesh on his inner thighs. He jerked slightly from excitement, and as I kissed the top of his legs and his hips, I rubbed my hands up his stomach and chest.

Then I stood up, and he looked at me.

"Is something wrong, Megan?" he asked.

"No," I replied, and flashed a naughty smile at him, "I just got an idea. Wait here a second."