Message-ID: <17439eli$9811210426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.e-mail (Dimitri M) Subject: (Anonymous) Showtime Part 9 {3/5} (m/f, f/f, f+/f, oral) - Starring Jennie Garth, Heather Locklear, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Bridget Fonda, Winona Ryder, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Alyssa Milano Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <733h95$5pm$3@newsource.ihug.co.nz> Hello, this is Dimitri, author of many stories (but not this one, also I am most definately not the Dimitri character in this story). I am posting this story for an author who wishes to remain anonymous. However I am happy to pass comments on to the author, just send them to me at : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com - and I'll pass them on. Also, you can find Showtime chapters at : http://come.to/Dimitri (this is not my site! I don't have a site! I'm just an author!) Authors note: Before we pick up on the Part 9. I would like to thank all those who wrote in and commented, and also to thank Dimitri for his invaluable advice and assistance. Without which SHOWTIME would not have been posted. Part 10 will end the story. I will also write a F.A.Q. answering questions on why I choose the actresses I did, and how the story developed, from a single short story to a multi part saga. BTW some of you may have DL Showtime Part 8 (3/3) it is missing the last paragraph,I suggest you DL the Part 8 (Full version) The last line should read (Violins playing in the background) Enjoy Part 9 it's a long one, so get a new box of kleenex, you may need it at the end. It's a tear jerker. Standard Disclaimer If you're under 18, get lost. This is just and erotic story, with not the slightest element of truth, or fact. Although it is based on some real people, all actions and events are completely fictitious. This is not meant to slander any ones reputation. Pass the story on freely as you wish, but without alterations. "It's just a fantasy. It's not the real thing." - Billy Joel SHOWTIME - Catch a falling Star PART 9 3/5 When she left Steve closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Visions clashed in his mind, soviet submarines lurked beneath a surface of lust and sexuality. Alyssa's face the moment he pierced her virginity, Bridget's serenity as the drove to the party, Jennies sly smile as they fucked on the balcony, the fear of Heather's face as he came down the path. Memories of long ago and far away came back, haunting and teasing him. A voice was calling him, his eye's opened. "Doc?" Dr. Kwan smiled brightly, "Good to see you Steve." Steve nodded,"Good to see you too, how am I." Kwan laughed, "You be glad to see anyone wight now, the talk is you gonna be fine." He felt relieved, coming from Kwan that meant something. "The girls?" Kwan chuckled, "Not to worry, they are fine. I look out." He closed his eye's Dr. Kwan put on his hat and left. Heather was stunned when Nancy approached her about Steve's secret identity. At first she was guarded, Nancy made her realize that she was not the enemy. Without revealing too much the girls handed over his ID. Nancy assured the girls that the Company had no interest in them, or their relationship with Steve. She left a day later, telling Steve not to worry about his job, she'd take care of him. The next couple of days were a blur of faces, voices and smells for Steve. But gradually, he became more attuned to his surroundings. By the time he had sufficient strength to stay awake for an hour at a time he was moved to another floor. His room had a TV and phone, this was to be his home for the next three weeks. His physiotherapist turned out to be a knock out redhead California girl named Ashley from Malibu. The girls were not overly thrilled about that, thankfully most of the nurse were older, fatter or married, thought there where a few cuties that would merit keeping a close eye on. A day later the Fonda's came by just Becky, Peter, and Bridget. Steve was happy to see them, "I'm glad to see you're off the hook." Peter grinned, "Oh it wasn't even close." Becky and Bridget, kissed him hello. "I guess this mean's we're even." Steve continued. Peter laughed, "Not really, I only shot him after he was through with you." Steve raised the top of his bed, "Well you did save Miss Locklear, and Miss Garth. How does it feel to be a hero?" Peter shrugged, "Oh not bad, maybe we could start a club." Becky nudged him, "Never mind him Steve, you just rest and let us know if you need anything at all. He shook his head, "No I'll be just fine." Bridget was conspicuous by her silence, she just stood there looking at him. After a few days he could get out of bed for little walks down the hall with a walker. Sometimes the girls would support him, people smiled and politely asked for autographs, even Steve's. Through out his recovery, true to their word the girls were there for him. He talked to each of them usually an hour a day, often more. A rough schedule was worked out so that at least one of them would drop by everyday, usually in the evenings. Usually two would come by, and often the others would phone. Once he woke up in the middle of the night to find Bridget curled up in bed beside him, sleeping quietly. She was so adorable, he wanted to scoop her up in his arms and make love to her with a fierce unbridled passion. He turned slightly, pain flamed through his chest like a hot welding torch he lay back, maybe tomorrow. But there were times when their visits only made things worst for him. Steve asked the doctors for stronger medication, the pain was keeping him awake at night. The doctors where a bit puzzled by this, at this stage the physical pain shouldn't have been that severe. Reluctantly they increased his prescription bit by bit. It wasn't the physical trauma, which was preventing his sleep, but the reoccurring nightmares he was experiencing. Especially the one about the party, how he watched helplessly from the deck as Jennie and Heather where shot to death. He dreamed of all the girls. Opening the door of the hotel room, only to find Alyssa lying on the bed brutally raped and strangled to death, her cold hazel eyes staring up at him. Trying to open the door of Winona's car as she drowned before his eye's, her fist's banging on the window, watching Sarah and Jennifer being forced screaming into a big black car. Carrying Bridget's lifeless body out of the water. In each instance he was just too late. He would also dream about other things he had done in the past. Old memories came back to haunt him, it was these he actually feared the most. Remarkably neither the nurses nor the girls found out about this. Although they thought it was strange how he was always tired in the morning. Whenever anyone asked him how he slept, he would just smile and say fine. Bridget came in early one morning it was no where near visiting hours, she asked the nurse if she could just sit with him. Closing the door behind her, she slowly walked around the bed heading for the chair in the corner. She saw Steve sleeping in a sitting position the room was still dark. The sun would be up for another hour, moonlight flitted through the space in the drapes. "Bridget?" She startled as he whispered her name. "Sorry did I wake you?" She asked. "No." She moved to the left side of the bed. Steve patted the mattress, she sat down next to him. "You allright?" Bridget nodded. In the near darkness all he could see was her bright blue eyes, the faint outline of her facial features, and the modest low neck line of her sweater. Her scent was music to his nose. Seeing him in hale she leaned in closer. He sniffed the light fragrance at her neck it was heady stuff. "What are you wearing?" He asked. Bridget tilted her head up exposing her throat, "Its called Dark Obsession." He pressed his lips to the side of her neck working downwards. Alternating between kisses and licks he made his way across her throat, over her collarbone, and down her white sternum. She leaned back a bit as he kissed between her quivering heaving breasts. "Mmmmmhh." A soft moan crossed her lips as he nosed his way into cleavage. She brought her hands up and unbuttoned her top, revealing a simple white bra, with its single clasp in the front. Steve gingerly tackled it with his teeth, and after a few wiggling tries which drove Bridget crazy. He managed to unhook it, she pulled the straps from her shoulders freeing her small white round breasts for him. By this time her nipples were well swollen and hardened. Leaning froward again, she got on her knees and brought his face to her bosom. His lips slid along her tit, coming to rest on a nipple, she pushed the protrusion, into his mouth. Steve's tongue flicked and licked at it, his mouth sucking more of her tender flesh inside it's warm wet opening. His good hand work Bridget's other breast through its fingertips, pinching her excited nipple. She responded by wrapping her arms tightly around his head almost crushing him to her chest. Her panties became moist with emotion. Bridget slipped a hand under her dress and worked her fingers past her panties. "Oooohhh" She gasped as her finger, massaged her clitoris, then pressed forward into her opening sex. Releasing his head she removed his hand from her breast and pulled it down between her legs. Letting her guide his finger Steve held it straight as Bridget pushed it up into her wiggling cunt. Then held it there as she bounced on his hand. He moved his mouth to her other nipple, leaving the first one engorged and wet. Her own hand came up caressing her open breast. Each time her slick heated pussy lunged down on Steve's hand brought her a little closer to an orgasm. Her last few thrusts built up a small climax deep inside which quietly released itself, as Bridget pushed her vagina against his hand and held it there as she trembled with her cumming tides. Wetness seeped from within her soaking his fingers, and pooling into the palm of Steve's hand. She pulled his face up and kissed her lover deeply with a throaty desire, then collapsed against his chest. Even her lithe form weighed heavy on his damaged torso, but Steve suppressed the pain, it was worth it. The sound of their breathing seemed to fill the room. They held each other for a while, in comforting silence. "I thought I'd lost you forever." Bridget whispered sadly. "Sorry if I scared you, it's alright now." Steve replied reassuringly. She heard the beating of his heart, as he cradled her head on his chest. They hadn't even heard the other person who had slipped in unnoticed. "Morning." At first they were startled, Bridget refastened her bra, and began buttoning up her sweater. They breathed a sigh of relief as they recognized the voice. "Trying to give us both heart attacks?" Bridget asked as she turned to face the new visitor. "Sorry, I didn't want to spoil the moment." She said apologetically. "I was on my way to an early shoot I thought I'd drop by and see if he was, up?" she nodded to the big circus tent now formed in the middle of the bed sheet. Bridget turned around and chuckled. Steve looked down at his hard cock poking up through the sheet. "Thanks Jennifer, very thoughtful of you." Bridget tried to read her watch, in the dim light, "What time is it?" Jennifer looked at her luminous dial sports watch, the one Steve had given her,"5:30AM." Bridget hopped off the bed, "Can't believe I've been here an hour. " She grabbed Steve by the back of his head and gave him an amorous kiss. "I have to go, you have a good day and I'll call you later." Steve pouted a bit, "What about the rest of me?" He whined gesturing to his lower extremities. Bridget smirked, "Love would you mind?" The young dark actress huffed, "Weeell okay, just this once." Bridget kissed her affectionately,"Thanks I'll owe you one, and be careful with him, he's still pretty weak." Jennifer hugged her friend, "Trust me, I'll be very gentle." Bridget smiled, "I do trust you, him no. Don't let him talk you in to anything he can't handle." She looked sternly at Steve, "If you end up back in ICU, swear to God I'll come down there and finish you off myself, hear me." Steve nodded silently, mentally calculating just how much of Jennifer he could love without serious physical repercussions. Leaving the two alone she rushed out closing door behind. The hospital staff had standing instructions not to come in when the door was closed, so they knew they were safe from intrusion. Jennifer stepped forward and peeled off her tight black t-shirt and tossed it at his face. Steve sniffed the material, she smelled great. Underneath she wore a black plain under wire support bra. Unfortunately having boobs her size meant always having to wear heavy duty bras, which she detested. "Well think you're ready for Iittl'o me?" She asked innocently. Her breasts jiggled slightly in their cups as she jumped up onto the bed next to him. Steve realized in his current condition, Jennifer could very well be responsible for his demise. But she looked so damn seductive in the growing moonlight. Her skintight spandex leggings displayed her fine thighs and pelvis so deliciously he could feel his mouth watering. "Why don't you just hop up on here and we'll see." He made a useless grab for her waist she scooted away. "Hey I'm in charge here." She picked up the bed's control unit and lowered him flat on his back. Then the young tramp stood up and turned her back to him. Propping him self up on his elbows, he watched as she made a show of removing her bra and swinging it over her head before tossing it in his lap. As she turned around her other arm came up to cover her naked breasts. Steve stared like a pervert in a strip joint. As she turned her back to him again, Jennifer shimmed out of her painted on spandex pants, she wiggled her ass to get them over her hips, showing off a pair of white cotton bikini panties. Jennifer kicked off her runners to get the leggings off her feet. Twirling around once more she covered her tits with both arms, and smiled at him with her big brown Bambi eyes. Turning her back once more she bent over at the waist and slowly pushed her panties, all the way down her trim sexy legs. Steve's dick was screaming for relief by now. Once off she twirled them around her finger and flicked them over her head. Steve reached out and caught them bringing the soft cloth to his face rubbing his cheek with them. Jennifer whirled around on last time, on arm over her breasts, and the other covering her pussy. "Do you mind I have to wear those today." She said jokingly. Letting her hands fall to her sides she skillfully she mounted the bed. Straddling his face Jennifer Love pushed back the sheets, and lifted his gown. She sighed, "I am so glad you didn't get hit down here." Steve tried not to laugh, "Me too." He could feel Jennifer warm breath slowing as she bent over, and took his strained erection into her willing mouth. Steve let out a small cry as he felt her soft tongue, slid along his hardened prick. Lifting his head Steve began nosing around her black hole, sniffing her feminine odor. She moaned on his cock as his lips pressed against hers and his tongue poked between them. In the lickfest that followed as Jennifer's mouth reacquainted itself with Steve's cock, it took only a couple of minutes before his cum gushed into her throat. Taking the first spurt into her stomach she pulled back, and held his cock head between her lips as he ejaculated into her mouth. Finding it difficult to swallow three weeks worth of sperm. Jennifer continued to jerk Steve off with her hand as he sprayed globs of cream all over her face. It splattered on her nose forehead, eye lids and cheeks. Slowly the mess dripped down her face, she lashed out with her tongue. Catching it as the salty sticky mess smeared her lips. Steve was still licking deep inside her, sucking her vulva and clit trying to kiss her cervix. As Jennifer love gyrated on his face she finally got an orgasm when he lightly bit her clitoris. Steve was impressed as she bucked and shook gently. "If your mother could see you now." Jennifer jumped in surprise. Steve looked up sharply at the voice. All Steve could see was her ass. Jennifer smiled at her lover, "Just dropping by for a quick visit." Winona came forward, "I can see what you came for, morning Steve." She waved. "Anything left for me?" Jennifer smirked, "Sorry, only what I'm wearing." Jennifer dismounted and sat on the edge of the bed in front of her friend. Winona laughed quietly, "Well I guess it will have to do." Taking the young girls face in her hands she stuck out her long pink tongue. Moving her whole head Winona licked Jennifer's features with deliberately slow strokes. Flicking her tongue upwards each time and looking a Steve when she brought his sperm inside her mouth. Jennifer would then French kiss Winona in an attempt to recover some of his precious seed for her own diet. When Jennifer's face was clean, Winona pushed the naked starlet back on to the bed, Jennifer lay across Steve's lower legs, with her vagina poised on the edge. Winona worked her way down Jennifer's torso. Briefly stopping to enjoy her already enlarged nipples, before letting her tongue trace a wet line over her flat post teen tummy. Jennifer spread her legs, putting her feet up on the edge of the bed. With a small moan she arched her back and fondled her breasts as Winona's mouth met her heated sex. "Mmmmmmhhhhhh." Jennifer murmured quitely. Steve tried to lean forward to partake in the festivities but Jennifer pushed him back down. She put a hand behind Winona's head applying slight pressure as the star's mouth massaged her sexuality. Winona quickly felt Jennifer's clit expanding between her lips as she mouthed her way around the young girl's vulva. Jennifer started a gentle swaying motion swinging on Winona's face. Quietly she rocked her way to her second orgasm of the morning, as Winona sucked on her sensitive erect clitoris. A series of sharp shivers accompanied by a low throaty moan told he that Jennifer had climaxed, as her legs dropped over the side of the bed. Winona licked the excess nectar seeping out of Jennifer's cunt. Steve listened intently to the sounds of their eroticism in the dark room. Winona's slurping and Jennifer's stifled moan's produced another erection in him. Spying his new erection Winona stripped out of her jeans and shucked off her shoes. Her cunt was already in a state of excitement from her previous encounter. The crotch of her baby blue panties where soaked with her fluids. Facing away from Steve so she wasn't putting pressure on his thigh's Winona mounted her stud. Jennifer helped position his cock for the long slide inside her friend's private parts. Carefully she lowered her lips onto his slick dome gasping for breath as his passed her entrance and pressed beyond. It took a full thirty seconds for her settle down, her labia encompassing the base of his cock. Jennifer got down between their legs lapped at their united organs. Winona began to slowly ride Steve's cock as it expanded with in her, moving faster with each gentle thrust they created a combined orgasm for Winona's pleasure. Her muscles work his prick with the eagerness of a collage girl, as Jennifer kept licking her clitoris. Suddenly she stopped thrusting downwards as her orgasm peaked. Tension drained from her as Steve's sperm flowed inside her narrow passage warming her pelvic region. Jennifer sat up shaking her long dark hair, pulling Winona up they kissed like only girls could. "Thanks that felt wonderful." Winona glanced slyly at Steve, "Better than him." Jennifer smiled flashing her gleaming white teeth, "Of course!" Steve pretend to look hurt, "Well I am handicapped." Jennifer smiled warmly, "Sorry, but when it comes to pleasing a girl orally women have better intuition." Jennifer helped Winona dismount from Steve's softened organ. She let the young girl eat some of his cum from her now gaping hole, Jennifer stuck a couple of fingers in scooping some of the messy goop feeding Winona. "Hmmm gooood" Winona remarked as she slid off the bed and went to the wash room to clean up. Jennifer looked at her watch, "Shit, I'm late." Jumping off the bed she scrambled to find her clothes. "Steve where's my underwear." Looking hopeful, "Can't I keep them." She frowned at him, "My pants are too tight, give." Reluctantly he handed over her dreamy under things. "You can have another pair later, I promise." She whispered, as she struggled to get dressed quickly. Checking her clothing wasn't inside out Jennifer tied her hair up into a bun. "Take care." She moaned pecking his cheek. Giving Winona a quick hug she dashed out the door, for her morning shoot. Winona got dressed, "No, you're not having mine either. I'm not going to spend the rest of the day pulling my pants out of my crotch, just so you can jerk off in my underwear." She walked around the bed and opened the drapes then sat on his left side. They sat cuddled together watching the sunrise. Falling asleep shortly after they Steve woke up an hour later at 7AM. He watched Winona sleeping, she looked so beautiful, so at peace. Seeing her wake up was even more enjoyable, she was like a kitten blinking and stretching,"Mmmmmmmhh." She smiled at him, "I've always wanted to wake up in your arms." He bent down give her a soft light kiss. A small tear trickled from the corner of his eye. "Are you crying?" He wiped his eye,"No just cold air." Turning slightly she enclosed his lips with hers. "Love you." She murmured. "Thanks, I love you too." He smiled. She rolled out of bed, "I have to go." Steve frowned, "What about breakfast?" She looked at him like he had just said something stupid. "In this place? Sorry, you may have to eat their food I don't. I'll get something on the way." She gave him a fast parting kiss, and cautiously opened the door. He waved as she turned around and blew a kiss as the door closed behind her. By the end of the week his sisters, were ready to go home. Steve had learned all his childhood secrets had been betrayed, for a couple of outfits from Fredricks of Hollywood, full hair and body treatments by Vidal of We Be Styles, and lunch with the cast members of 90210, MP, and Ally McBeal. All this while Steve was enjoying the entree's of the Hospital Cafeteria, and being sponge bathed by a big hairy guy named Melvin, he was sure the girls had something to do with that. They told him to keep in touch and left looking like completely different women. When the police interviewed him, a couple of days after the shooting, Steve could add no more information than Heather and Jennifer had already given. Which was fair since all he did was get shot, and pass out. The police found all the answers they needed during the raid on the dead mans home there was a mountain of evidence. Dimitri Youraknocov was an ex-postal carrier, currently working in a chocolate factory. By his neighbor's accounts he was a pleasant, well mannered, quite fellow, who liked to help out in the community. They were shocked when he was discovered to be the kidnapper/gunman, his house was the picture of a responsible homeowner, from the well maintained lawn to the freshly painted white picked fence, and the little flower boxes in the windows. But inside police found another world. A back bedroom had been soundproofed, the window bricked up, the only pieces of furniture were a double bed, desk, chair, dresser and a small TV set. The bed was old and had nylon straps nailed to each corner, above it on the wall were hundreds of photos of Heather taken throughout her career. One of the junior detectives counted them out of curiosity, he came up with three-hundred-sixty-nine. From one wall hung a set of chains with manacles attached to the ends. From the ceiling above the bed hung a similar set of chains, on the wall opposite side of the room a video camera was mounted on a pivoted bracket. The dresser was filled with all types of lingerie, in a variety of colors and materials. From silk and satin to leather and lace, the lower drawers contained various, vibrators, and dildos the longest being two feet in length. In the other bedroom the they found a TV and VCR which where connected to the camera, in the chamber, the closet in that room was stuffed with whips, rope, handcuffs, and bondage outfits. On the bed was a blow up doll with a picture of Heather's face taped to it, in the corner was a stack of hardcore pornographic video tapes. The search team came to the kitchen, several officers were arguing over who had to open the refrigerator. After five minutes a junior female rookie stepped forward and yanked open the door. She jumped back with a scream, half the men almost shit themselves. The group leaned forward peering cautiously inside the fridge. On the shelf all alone sat a container of milk. "Shit! Kate, Frank just about pissed himself." One of the men exclaimed. Frank looked over, "Did not!" The young girl laughed, "Serves you right, you bunch of big baby's." He looked back at her somewhat ashamed, one of the guy's suggested she open the freezer. She grabbed the handle and pulled it open, stepping shielding her face with the door as she did so. It too was empty, in the garage that the police made their most shocking discovery. Lined up along the far wall, stacked like sacks of flour, were large gray canvas bags. They contained years and years of undelivered mail. Sorting through the bundles of yellowed envelopes the postal inspectors later found all of the mail to be personal only. It seems Dimitri had indeed delivered all of the bills, checks, and business letters, this explained how he had manage to keep his job for so long. Until he sexually harassed a senior female employee, and was let go. Just how sick and warped was this guy? In the living room was a computer, a specialist was called in to go through the files. He found 20,000 pornographic faked pictures of female celebrities, many of Heather of course, also a large number of Alyssa, Sarah-Michelle, Jennifer Love and Rosanne Barr. There were also erotic fantasy stories, many involved hypnotizing women into becoming sex slaves. In particular there was one perverse story called Corruption in Hollywood, what the psychiatrist called the twisted delusion of an unhealthily imagination, not seen since Charles Manson. Another piece of fiction found was called Showtime, which the psychiatrist considered to be a work of erotic literary art. Other files were about the techniques of hypnosis and making pipe bombs. When Heather and Jennie found out about this they broke down and cried, it would have been a fate worse than death. During his recuperation the girls visited him on alternate days. With them came their friend's, families and co-workers. Jen's family couldn't do enough to express their thanks, Ian Zeigler and Jason Priestly were very appreciative of him taking care of their "little Jennie." To Jennie they were her second family. So were Tiffany Amber, Tori and Shannon, he got the impression that they wished to express their gratitude in a more personal manner. Jennie stood behind them, as Tiffany and Tori kissed him full on the mouth, their tongues really surprised him. Not wanting to be rude, he responded in kind. He thought Jennie would strangle both of them on the spot, she just smiled tightly. Shannon's kiss was a little more polite, she and Jennie seemed very close. It was a thrill for Steve when he met, Coutney-Thorne Smith and Daphne Zuniga. Calista Flockhart also tagged along in one of her trademark micro-mini skirts. She had a nice, lickable pair of legs, and Courtney was as cute as her name. As she leaned over to give him a polite peck on the cheek. Her expensive azure silk blouse billowed out giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her snow white lace wonder bra encased breasts. He felt his temperature rise considerably and hoped it didn't show on his face. There was no way in hell Heather was going to leave him alone with these three. She tried to act casual around Steve but the fact that she touched him eight times in thirty seconds told the others she was very protective of him. Just as they where all leaving. Calista noticed her shoelace of her sneakers was untied. Putting her foot on the arm of a chair she bent over to tie it up. Luckily for him, Calista was facing his way when she did it. The view was perfect, giving him a leisurely look up her short skirt at her panty free neatly trimmed tight pussy. He managed to break his stare away from this wonderful site at the last second. But when their eye's made contact again, her sly smile told him that she had done it on purpose. She gave a small wave goodbye and turned to her friends waiting in the hallway. A minute later Alyssa came bouncing into his room. "Hi Steve!" She said bubbly, as she kicked the door closed with her foot. I thought we'd have lunch together today. He smiled at her, "Sorry Lyssa, Carmen Electra is dropping by taking me out to La French's." She put the hospital tray down on his table, "Ha Ha! Very funny." He shrugged and accepted her hello kiss. "I thought so. You just missed Heather and the girls." She put a brown bag next to the tray. "I know, saw them in the hall, also got your lunch from the server." He could smell something wonderfully tasty, (I mean other than Alyssa Milano) "What's in the bag?" She smiled, "Small salad, and taco's." Steve looked like a hopeful dog. "For me." She continued. If his ears could have drooped over they would have. "Let's see what you're having." She lifted the lid excitedly, "Ohh! Milk, chicken soup, ham & cheese sandwiches and ice cream." Steve made a face like a five-year old presented with a bowl of Brussels sprouts. He looked longing at Alyssa's taco's which, coincidentally she was holding about chest high. Today she was wearing a lovely embroidered purple blouse, and jeans. Just before coming in she had undone an extra button, leaving a nice V-shaped gap between her breasts. She saw his gaze, and wasn't quite sure what he was slobbering over. "See something you like?" He swallowed," Very much, and you look nice too." She frowned,"Doctor said no spicy food for you." Reaching into the bag she retrieved a bundle and passed it to him. "So I got you a burger." He brightened up like a porch light, "Oh God love you Lyssa, thanks." She chuckled, "But eat your soup first." He put the hamburger down and obeyed. They talked over lunch, she told him Mr. Spelling had approached her with a part in for a new series, something about three sisters finding out they where witches. Course it meant leaving Melrose Place, but that show was doomed since Heather was leaving anyway. Nothing was certain yet but he wanted her to stay in touch. Steve was happy for her, hoping it would be a good career move for her. She also told him of her publicity problems of her nude pictures all over the Internet. He smiled slyly, "Actually I think they're not bad at all." She frowned, "Steeve, you didn't." He shrugged, "Sorry, curiosity, but you're much prettier in person." He added trying to cover his ass. "You should be ashamed of yourself looking at pictures of a naked twenty-year old girl." He just smiled, "You've matured beautifully. Anyway try to ignore them, the more attention you give them the more pictures they'll put up." She shrugged, "I know, what really bothers me is those sickos that write sex stories about us. Did Heather tell you about the ones the police found on that guy's PC. It was disgusting, what kind of a mentally deranged person writes stuff like that." He stroked her hair, "There's all kinds out there Alyssa." She picked up the ice cream container and peeled back the top, offering it to him. He shook his head. "Not very appetizing is it." She commented on flat white substance already beginning to melt. "Maybe I can help make it more appealing." She got up pulled the curtain around the bed, then unbuttoned her top completely. "Alyssa, are you nuts!" She just smiled ever so slightly, unhooking the front of her purple satin bra, bringing her fabulous breasts in to view. Then she picked up the ice cream cup and hesitatingly applied the semi-frozen treat to her large sensitive nipples, pressing her tits deep into the cup. The cold concoction hardened her nipples like ice. Alyssa bit her lip as the cold numbed her areola. "Oh God is that ever cold." Steve watched wide eyed as she pressed the cup against her breasts, rotating it about her nipples. Putting the container down, he could see the huge indentations her nipples had made in the ice cream. Both of which where now coated in a film of white liquid. She looked at him devilishly, "Well is this more appetizing?" Pushing the tray away he pulled her closer to him and licking one of her creamy nipples. She tilted her head back as his tongue wiped across the end of her breast. Her fingers grabbed his hair, as he sucked on the growing nipple, his tongue circling her areola, licking up from the underside of her breast. "Ohhh fuck yess." She groaned. He quickly repeated the move on her other breast before the creamy liquid dripped down her stomach and made a mess. Then he just licked and sucked Alyssa's breasts with abandonment. She cried for release, as his cock hardened in her hand while she jacked him up and down. Tearing at her jeans she pushed them off kicking her feet to get out of her shoes. She was all fired up and there was no stopping her now. Pulling the sheets back Alyssa bent down and stuffed his cock into her mouth. Steve groaned almost too loudly in response. He took the opportunity to slip a hand between her legs, a few gentle caresses and she was flowing like a river. Alyssa quickly got Steve up to full mast, and well lubricated with her new hidden talents. As his penis easily past her gag-reflex and entered her tight throat. Before he could lose it she pushed him back down on the bed and mounted his cock. Determinedly she lowered herself onto his erection, it was still difficult but after a number of thrusts she managed to impale herself all the way down to his groin. Which was pretty good, considering she was a virgin only a few weeks ago. Steve just lay there as Alyssa slid his pole inside her post-virgin cunt at her own leisure. She made little kitten like mews as his penis wobbled inside her. All he could do was fondle her breast with his good hand, which she a held to her chest. Fifteen minutes later he couldn't hold back an anymore. "Alyyssaa, I'mm gooinng too .." She groaned quietly as her pelvis tightened up when her orgasm burst through her like a broken water balloon. Steve's cum sprayed the walls of her vagina, blasting at the opening of her cervix, with its potent sperm. A comforting warmth spread throughout her womb. "Finally." She thought, "I have his seed truly inside me." Lyssa smiled as she leaned over and kissed her companion. She tasted so sweet for some reason. "Er, Lyssa are you?" Steve stuttered. "It's okay I'm not fertile." She whispered. "I'm so glad it was you first again." He gave her a one armed hug. "Thanks." Suddenly realizing that anyone could walk in at any second the two quickly separated, and got dressed, well she did anyway. Alyssa finished buttoning her blouse an gave him a parting kiss, light yet full of feeling, "I'm going to enjoy spending the rest of the day, with your sperm inside me." She whispered hauntingly. Steve just stared at her, "Thanks for the ice cream." They both laughed and she went back to work. A host of other celebrities also came by including many that where at the fateful party, he was grateful to Sigournney and Meg for helping to save his life. They were quite modest. Eventually Heather's husband showed up, thankfully neither he nor the band remembered Steve from their previous encounter. He was actually a pretty decent guy when he was sober. End 3/5 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----