Message-ID: <27076asstr$972702644@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: John3365a@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: Subject: {ASSM} RP Fonda and Cat [21/23] {John A and Virago Blue} MF,MFF,FF, Rom, anal Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 23:10:44 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, apuleius, newsman <1st attachment, "F-POS~12.TXT" begin> This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is unintentional and strictly coincidental. If you are below the age of 18, or 21 depending on your locality, stop reading right now. If your government prohibits erotic literature, stop reading now and delete this. If you choose to continue, that is your decision -- and your responsibility -- not mine. This is intended solely for adults, and any other rebroadcast, retransmission, and account of this game is strictly prohibited by the National Hockey League. Wait -- The NHL doesn't care -- we care. Any unauthorized redistribution of this is in violation of copyright. We authorize the reader to make one copy for reading purposes only. We expressly prohibit posting of this work on anyone's website, including but not limited to pay-sites, sites with advertising, and any type of site where a fee is charged. Any distribution without the authors' permission is strictly prohibited. DO NOT REPOST "Fonda and Cat" Copyright (C) 2000 by John3365A@aol.com (John A) and VBwrites@aol.com (Virago Blue) All rights reserved. --------------------------- If you liked it, send us a note. Thanks. Email us at John3365a@aol.com or VBwrites@aol.com Fonda and Cat by John A and Virago Blue Chapter 21 "Shit. It's already 6:30," one of the male dancers spat, looking at his watch, as the new bus entered the traffic on the turnpike. "We'll never get there for the eight o'clock curtain." "Dammit," Trina looked over at Mindy. "I need to call Margie. I'll bet she forgot the dress." "What dress?" "The other day, I asked her to get my little black silk party dress and leave it at the theater. But she's such an airhead, I know she's going to forget it." Trina called their apartment, letting the phone ring until the answering machine began spewing its recording. Tapping her feet nervously, Trina exhaled as she waited for the beep. "Hey Margie, Trina. I'm really hoping that you remembered the dress for tonight . . . and the shoes and my . . . um . . . the black garter belt and stockings. Just bring them to the stage entrance in the back. Come on, Margie. You can't let me down, ok." Trina disconnected the call and sighed. "You weren't able to talk to her?" Mindy asked, trying to apply some stage makeup as the bus bounced through traffic on the approach to the Lincoln Tunnel. "No. Probably better, anyway," Trina frowned. "Why?" "I don't know," Trina shrugged, a look of dejection plastered across her face. "For one thing, we'll never get through traffic at this hour to get on stage in time. And anyway, I mean . . . I've fallen for this guy and I wonder how he really feels." "What do you mean. I thought the two of you were, like, in love." "Well, *I* am." "You don't think he is?" "I don't know what to think. He's never told me. What if he's just, you know, using me? It's happened before." Trina stared out the window, trying not to worry. "I think you're crazy, Trina," Mindy countered. "From everything you told me, this guy is totally head over heels for you. You can't blame every guy in the world for the mistakes of some. I think you just need some good drugs," she teased, laughing. Trina smiled wanly. "That's what caused all this mess in the first place." She proceeded to relate a brief account of the events surrounding Corey and Fonda's mugging as Mindy watched on raptly. "So you think that Fonda blames you for all that?" Mindy asked incredulously. "*Yeah*, wouldn't you?" "*Noooo*," Mindy shot back. "I mean, he seems like a great guy. Why the flowers? Why the celebration after tonight's show? No offense honey, but you're imagination is on overload. If this guy didn't want anything to do with you, he wouldn't have called you on the road. He wouldn't be there tonight. He loves you." "Yeah, then why hasn't he said it?" "Some guys take time to say it. You know, there are guys out there who actually say what they mean. They're not always looking to give a girl a line for a quick fuck. You know what I mean?" "I guess so," Trina said sheepishly. "This guy, this Fonda of yours sounds like a keeper. I don't know what you've gone through in the past, but you can't blame him for everything that every guy you've ever known has done to you. If you do, then you'll never get anywhere in this relationship . . . or any other relationship, either." Trina looked at her friend, conflicted in her thoughts. She loved Fonda and was so afraid of the pain that she was setting herself up for that she was unable to see exactly how he felt for her -- whether he used the specific words or not. Mindy continued as they approached the entrance to the tunnel. "Let me ask you this. Does he seem like the type of guy who would tell you he loves you, or say nice things to you, just to get laid?" "No . . . no, he really isn't. I mean, he's the sweetest guy I've ever known. I guess I'm always expecting life to shit on me so I have a tough time believing that anyone as special as Fonda would want anything to do with someone as fucked up as me. You know what I mean?" "You're going to have to realize that he is . . . and he does care abut you a lot." "But I'm afraid, I guess," Trina confessed. "I know. Who isn't afraid? Love isn't supposed to be easy. If it were easy, then nobody would have any insecurities about things. It takes work, and you lay yourself on the line whenever you love someone. And that's all part of it. You've got to let yourself go so he'll catch you . . . and prove to you how much he cares about you." "But . . . " Mindy cut her off. "No buts. You have about three hours to decided what's going to happen with this relationship. You can trust in him and your own feelings of love or you can stay bitter and afraid and never find someone and be miserable for the rest of your life. It's your choice and the clock is ticking." Trina took Mindy's hand in hers and squeezed it tightly. She smiled at her friend as she took a deep breath. "I suppose it's time to grow up and enter the adult world of relationships, isn't it?" *** The theater could have crumbled around him and he wouldn't have flinched. She was so beautiful; a woman lost in her art, passionately seducing her audience with each step and caress of air. Fonda was lost. Trina was a talented dancer, of that he had no doubt. He was convinced the first night he saw her dance at the video shoot, but this was different. This Trina was beautiful, poised and gifted with an ability to mesmerize the audience with her grace and strength. She was exquisite. "It's almost over," Stavros whispered, elbowing Fonda in the ribs. "What? The ballet or your nap?" Fonda teased his brother, who had just spent the previous two hours snoring quietly. "I don't care how much I care for you, Fonda. I'm never sitting through one of these again," he chuckled, casually trying to stretch his legs without anyone else noticing. "If I want to sleep, I'll sleep at home and save the $64." Fonda laughed. "You go on to the restaurant with mother and dad and I'll meet you there later. Trina and I will grab a cab." "Right." It was Stavros' turn to nod. "Good luck." Fonda slipped from his aisle seat, a single pink rose in one hand, his cane in the other, and made his way out of the theater. Once in the lobby, he entered a side hallway and found one of the doors which would lead him to the backstage area. His heart raced in anticipation. Trina and the others took their final bow. The bright footlights had prevented her from distinguishing any of the faces in the audience although it was apparent they had indeed performed to a full house. She wondered if Fonda had been in tonight's audience. If only she could have arrived earlier she could have looked for him. As it was, the troupe was lucky to arrive in time for curtain, some still pulling on their costumes in the wings. No sooner had the final curtain closed on the dancers did Trina run backstage. To shorten the time it took to change out of her costume, she began to pull her arms from the sleeves as soon as she ran off stage. If she was fast enough, she could search the lobby from the balcony walkway, calling his name loudly over the din of after-performance conversations. She would do it now if she felt comfortable running out in her scant costume, but knew that she'd be stopped, though, by eager or appreciative fans. At any other time she might have considered it, wanting to bask in the glow of the show's success, but not now. Now, Fonda came first. The headpiece disengaged easily from her pulled-back hair. She jogged past a few of the stage hands, a hand clasping the front of her costume over her breasts. She wasn't even sure how decent she was at this point, but apparently not very, as evidenced by the look on one young man's face that was staring at her chest. She looked down briefly as she ran and nearly stumbled, noticing that her pale bouncing breast had burst free from cover of white cotton spandex and sequins. She didn't bother to cover herself as she was now busy hopping-jogging to her dressing room, pulling on her ballet slippers. If she missed Fonda, if he had even come, she could always call the restaurant and speak with his brother. Stavros would know -- he could tell her where to find Fonda. And hopefully Fonda still wanted to see her. She couldn't wait until she was able to see him again, but she was terrified of it at the same time. It didn't make sense, she chastised herself. What if he had lost interest in her after all this time? He was handsome, sweet, and virile; he had women throwing themselves at him, she was convinced. And then there was Margie. Would Margie have taken advantage of Trina's absence and made a move on Fonda when he was vulnerable? That bitch, Trina thought. If she even tried she would -- no, that's not right, Trina thought more rationally. A change had come over Margie after their showdown. She called several times while Trina was on the road, filling her in on all the goings-on at their apartment, her love life, and Corey's arraignment. And Margie did remember to bring her dress to the theater -- getting it there even before the troupe arrived. Sure, she was the same shallow woman Trina had known for years, but she was truly trying to make amends for what she had put her through. No, Trina was convinced, Margie would leave Fonda alone now. Trina turned the corner, not seeing the dark-suited man standing in the shadows. She crashed into him, embarrassed and uttering her apologies at the same time she looked up into the eyes of the man she was deeply in love with. Fonda. He didn't know what to say. He stared down at her, into the light eyes and alabaster skin of this woman he now saw as delicate but strong, her appearance fragile and vulnerable. He couldn't tear his gaze from her startled blue eyes, even when the rest of the costume fell from her hands exposing the rest of her creamy breasts. "Fonda," Trina exhaled as she stared up at him. A broad smile cracked his masculine visage. Trina launched herself at him, wanting to feel his body against hers. At first she kissed him gently, unsure if she was doing the right thing, unsure if she was going to hurt him. Fonda responded with his hands massaging and caressing her naked back, his head bent into her. She felt his tongue and the way his lips devoured her mouth. She answered back with her own mouth, gripping tightly to the lapels of his suit. Their mouths continued to explore each other before Fonda pulled back. "Cat," he whispered hoarsely, staring into her eyes. "I've missed you so much." He brought the rose up to her face, dragging the silky pink petals across her swollen lips. Trina knew what she wanted and by the hardness she felt when she pressed her body against Fonda's, she felt sure he wanted the same. "Come with me," she said, taking him by the hand. Fonda hesitated, reaching for the wall. Trina stopped and turned back to see Fonda leaning on a cane. She stepped back to his side and walked with him. "I'm sorry, Fonda. Are you ok . . .?" she let her words fade, unable to utter the rest of the question: to have sex. He smiled. "I'm fine. I still have a little limp and my wrist needs to heal, but other than that, I feel fine . . . and I want nothing more than to be with you now." Trina grinned lasciviously. "Come on this way. . . . I like the cane. It's a nice touch, Fonda. It goes with the suit. Make a right at the fire extinguisher. There's a costume room to the left. We can be alone, if you want." His right hand, still in a soft cast, reached down and squeezed her ass gently. The costume room was barely illuminated by a stark lightbulb, hanging from the ceiling, and swaying when they opened the door. Shimmering fabrics, sequins of all colors and cotton-candy puffs of every pigment decorated every nook and cranny of the tiny room. Trina quickly stripped the rest of the costume from her lean body and set to work undressing Fonda. He watched her in delight and arousal as she hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. She gently pulled his jacket from his arms, careful of the cast and pushed back his shirt over his broad shoulders. Fonda breathed deeply, more excited by her presence than he would have imagined. Trina's mouth was on his chest, kissing and licking his skin even as she sank to her knees. She dipped her tongue into his navel as she unbuckled his belt. She worked his pants loose and let them drop to the floor along with his boxers. "Black silk boxers?" Trina questioned with a sly grin, looking up into his soft brown eyes before sucking the head of his cock into her mouth. Fonda groaned, digging one hand into her hair, intertwining his fingers through her thick black tresses. She moaned, playing with his balls with one hand and taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, looking up into his smiling face. "Wait," Fonda grunted as he eased himself painfully to the floor. Trina looked on in sympathy and concern, but she was unsure of what she could do to help. He lay on his back, relief spreading across his face, and pulled Trina on top of him. She leaned over, kissing his lips, her breasts brushing against his naked chest. She rose up on her knees and leaned back, wrapping her hand around his swollen penis. She spread her legs, guiding Fonda to her sex. He watched as she slowly ground down on his penis, enveloping it completely, taking all of him deep into her. She threw her head back and gasped, arching back as he plunged deeper. She rose up higher on her knees, nearly letting him fall from her, before sliding back down hard his wet shaft. "Oh, fuck," Trina whispered, riding him slowly, "I've missed you so much." "I've missed you too, babe," Fonda said as he tried to steady Trina's hips while she rode him. He attempted to thrust up into her, but the movement put too much pressure on his lower back so he contented himself to let Trina control the action fully. She leaned over, presenting her small breasts to his mouth and teased his lips with her taut nipples as she rocked slowly on his cock. Trina groaned as he locked his mouth over the right breast and her movements sped up. He grabbed her hips and guided them back and forth on his prick, looking for his release. She felt him tense as he started spurting his fluids powerfully into Trina's pussy. She was so close too, just a few more seconds and she would have been there too. She lowered a hand to her clit, frigging herself rapidly, and bucked on Fonda's semi-erection until she felt the familiar tingling deep within her. Trina's toes crinkled as she collapsed on him in a heap, squirming in orgasm. After a couple of minutes, Trina opened her eyes only to see Fonda staring intently at her face; his look, one of the most amazing things she'd ever witnessed. He raised his head and kissed her on the tip of the nose. "I love you, Cat." She beamed, a feeling of complete and thorough warmth spreading throughout her body. She had never been this happy in her entire life. In an epiphany Trina realized, perhaps for the first time in her life, just exactly what the nature of love was. "Meow," she giggled, before taking on a more serious countenance. 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