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Email us at John3365a@aol.com or VBwrites@aol.com Fonda and Cat by John A and Virago Blue Chapter 22 After making love in the costume room, Trina led Fonda through the back corridors and service walkways to her dressing room, unable to keep her hands off of him on the entire way there. She rushed into the room ahead of him and quickly shed the rest of her clothes, tossing them into a heap in the corner of the small room. "Care to join me?" she winked overtly, as she slid into the shower. Fonda laughed. "I'd like nothing better, but I still can't get my cast wet." She feigned a pout and then took on a concerned look when she remembered his injuries. Other than the cast and cane there was no real evidence of his brutal beating and when they had been making love in the costume room, she lost herself in him and forgot all about his wounds. "We . . . I mean, I didn't, you know, hurt you back there, did I?" "Not at all. If anything it was therapeutic." Fonda smiled broadly, warming Trina and allaying her fears. He pulled a tall high-backed chair out from under the dressing table and sat down, taking the pressure off of his leg and waiting for Trina to get out of the shower. She dried herself quickly before beginning to don the clothes that Margie had brought over for her to wear this evening. Frequently she had to stop and take his hands in hers, kissing his fingers, kissing his lips; she couldn't get enough. She actually trembled as his hands helped slide the stockings up her legs, securing the wispy nylons to her black lace garter. His fingers casually brushed her panties and Trina moaned involuntarily. His eyes promised there would be more to come for them. Those eyes. She could get lost in their soft brown depths. Fonda slipped the black dress over Trina's head. She turned to the mirror and watched his reflection as he devoured every inch of her. The black silk dress slinked its way down her curves, clinging to her hips and small breasts, their nipples stiffening against the feel of the dress's material. Fonda met her eyes in the mirror and reached around to cup her breasts and Trina leaned back against him as his hands aroused her once again. "We'll be late," he mumbled huskily in her ear, biting and tugging at her lobe. "I don't care," Trina moaned, rubbing her backside into his erection. Their eyes locked in the mirror and Fonda quickly ignored the time and unzipped his pants. Trina lifted one knee to the dressing table, spreading her legs wide. She arched her back, feeling her pussy moisten, breathing heavily as she anticipated his entry. Fonda pushed the thin black bikini panties to the side and buried himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Trina grunted her pleasure as Fonda closed his eyes at the sensation of his girlfriend's tight cunt. Her wet folds enclosed his thick cock completely as he fucked rapidly into her. "Oh God, I missed you." Trina's mouth opened with a gasp as he continued his quick thrusts. He rocked into her, his uninjured hand diving between her legs, roughly fingering her pussy. Trina's hips bucked against him and when he made contact with her engorged clit she felt the tremors start deep within her body. "Oh, oh, oh . . ." she cried, ignoring toppling jars of cosmetics and the fluttering of cards from well-wishers that their movements sent falling to the floor. She watched his face in the mirror as he climaxed, breathing heavily with him. He was so wonderful. "Are you okay?" Trina asked, trying to catch her breath. Fonda's flaccid penis slipped out of her as he pulled back. She grabbed her towel and wiped their cojoined fluids from her pussy before straightening her panties and lowering her leg, facing Fonda as he tucked himself back together. "More than okay," he replied, catching her lips with his. "Do you know how much I love you?" He asked, looking down into her eyes. "I think I do -- at least I hope I do." Trina bit her lip nervously, exerting more pressure until she threatened to break the skin and bleed all over his shirt. "Never doubt my feelings, Cat. Never." He reached behind her and zipped up her dress, his wrapped hand holding the fabric taught at her lower back. His hands skimmed lower, cupping her ass, pulling her close. She answered him with a deep kiss. Trina pulled back and smiled, picking something off of her dressing table. "Babe," she said, handing Fonda a heavy piece of jewelry. "Do you think you can help me with this?" Fonda admired the piece in his hands, feeling its substantial weight as he turned it over carefully. "Which admirer gave you this?" he teased, lifting the platinum choker over her head. He loved the way the piece held close to her, accentuating her graceful neck adding to the already subtle charms of her decolletage. Trina smiled. "Margie sent it over. It's hers. It's a piece from her grandmother. It's just so beautiful. I always admired it; always asked to borrow it and she'd never let me. They were very close -- Margie and her grandmother -- and she was like, no way, about letting anybody even touch it. I'm totally blown away that she sent this piece of jewelry with my dress. It means a lot to me that she did." Trina daintily touched the glittering choker. Tiny diamonds were embedded in the intricate platinum design, making for a truly unique piece of jewelry. Trina looked up at Fonda and smiled. "Things are much better between Margie and me. We talked a few things out and came to an agreement. She told me what happened; how she lied about what went on between the two of you. I'm sorry I ever doubted you. Do you forgive me?" "I love you. There's no need for forgiveness." Trina beamed. "We're never going to share you again. I hope you're not too disappointed," Trina grinned. "To tell you the truth, I find that to be a relief. You're all I want." Trina could barely contain her excitement when the taxi stopped at the entrance to Fonda's restaurant. "I can't wait to see everybody. I've missed all of you so much," Trina gushed. Trina waited as Fonda paid the cab driver, all but hopping in delight. They entered the restaurant, Trina searching the room for Fonda's family. "Oh, there they are," she pointed out, waving as they approached the table. On the way to the large corner table near the picture window, Trina stopped at a couple of tables to talk to a couple of the members of the ballet troupe and one of the assistant directors who were together after the show. The restaurant was always popular with the post-theater crowd; not just the theater goers, but also with the performers and backstage people. In fact, if Fonda hadn't owned the restaurant, they would have had a difficult time getting a table at this hour without a reservation. "Trina, my darling, such a beautiful performance," Mrs. Daskalakis said, hugging her close. "I'm looking forward to many more ballets starring our Trina, isn't that right dear?" Mrs. Daskalakis turned to her husband, guiding him closer and Trina beamed. "Whatever you say dear," Anthony said, grasping Trina's hand and kissing her warmly on the cheek. "We are very proud of you, my dear. Very proud. I didn't even fall asleep once." "Oh . . . " Alcina groaned, playfully slapping her husband on the arm. "He was too enthralled with all the long legs to fall asleep!" They laughed together. Trina felt close to these people, despite the fact that she hadn't known them for very long and the time they were together had been spent dealing with a traumatic situation. Perhaps it was true that crises bridged more gulfs between people in a shorter time than anything else. Shared experiences and trauma had united Trina with this family and her bond with them was almost as strong as her bond with Fonda. She hugged Mrs. Daskalakis one more time before moving over to Stavros. "Stavros, it's so good to see you again," Trina said seriously. "I can't thank you enough for keeping me informed about Fonda's condition." Stavros pulled her into a warm embrace before stepping back to look at her, "You mean a lot to Fonda, to all of us. And, I must add my congratulations to the rest of this group. You were stunning." Fonda chuckled and Stavros blushed slightly. "What?" Trina asked, knotting her brow in confusion. Stavros smiled as he shook his head looking at his brother. "Stavros slept through almost the entire ballet. I'm afraid classical dance doesn't hold his attention like watching football does." Trina laughed and blushed, turning to look at Fonda's parents. "Thank you all. But really, I couldn't wait to get off that stage and see all of you again." Trina reached back and found Fonda's hand, entwining her fingers with his. Stavros clapped once, arching a brow in Trina's direction. "And now, Ms. Murphy, we have planned a wonderful celebration in your honor and in honor of my brother who is well on his way to a complete recovery." Stavros pulled out a chair and eyed Trina. "Please have a seat and we'll begin with the first course. And, no, not a plain salad for you tonight. Tonight you will eat." Trina laughed, sliding gracefully into the offered chair. Stavros stepped to the chair next to Trina's and pulled it out with a flourish, signaling his brother to have a seat. Laughs were shared all around while the waiter brought Greek salads to everyone at the table. Fonda gave his brother a sloppy kiss on the cheek before lowering himself to the offered seat. Stavros frowned as he looked down at his brother. "What is it?" Mrs. Daskalakis asked. Stavros leaned closer to Fonda's head and frowned. Squinting, he brought his fingers to Fonda's thick black hair and plucked a bright blue sequin, lifting it in the air for all to see. "I don't know what it is mother, but there are many more of them stuck to the back of Fonda's head. And his jacket . . . " Stavros plucked a few more brightly colored sequins from Fonda's hair, brushing at his jacket. Mr. Daskalakis looked from Fonda to Trina and smiled. Trina blushed a deep crimson and looked over at Fonda. Fonda grinned. "Those taxicabs are so filthy," Fonda's mother interrupted, obliviously. "It's amazing that anyone in this city can keep anything clean and looking decent. They're always filled with garbage. I wonder of they ever clean them at all. You know you'll need to get that suit into the dry cleaners tomorrow. . . . And send the bill to the cab company, too. They shouldn't get away with that." The others at the table snickered and smiled at Mrs. Daskalakis. Anthony spoke up, trying his best to contain a fit of laughter. "You're right my dear . . . those cabs are terrible." Stavros leaned in between Fonda and Trina, whispering teasingly, "I bet we'd find a few more of these on my brother's bare ass." Trina covered her mouth and giggled. Fonda slapped his brother away. Dinner continued with more laughter and jokes. Trina looked over at Fonda frequently, always catching him watching her. Her hand slid up and down his thigh many times and Fonda reciprocated with a touch to her lower back, her hips and thighs. Every little touch, coupled with his smoldering gaze, excited her to the point of combustion. She loved this time with his family but she wanted to be alone with Fonda again. "So, Stavros, where are you taking Kimberly tomorrow night?" Fonda asked. "Oh? You are taking Kimberly somewhere?" Mrs. Daskalakis asked. Stavros smiled. "I'm taking her to my apartment. I'm going to cook for her there." Stavros' smile broadened. "Women love that, I hear." "Oh . . . Kimberly, your physical therapist?" Trina asked Fonda. "Yes. Very nice young woman. She's done wonders for my Fonda," Mrs. Daskalakis nodded. Trina felt something let go inside of her. The twinge of jealousy -- well, one of the twinges of jealousy, she was the type of person who was never going to be completely secure about anything -- that had been bothering her for some time began to unravel. Kimberly and Stavros, she thought happily. Not Kimberly and Fonda. She smiled. "Perhaps you can meet her soon. I'd like that," Fonda said. "She made my Fonda work very hard, she did," Mrs. Daskalakis commented. "Even when he was hurting, she wouldn't take no for an answer." Fonda nodded. "There were times I was ready to give up . . . to quit. But she wouldn't let me. I owe her a lot." "You haven't seen her bill yet, have you?" Stavros quipped, laughing. Trina sighed. She shouldn't have judged Kimberly so harshly. Maybe it would be nice to meet this woman. "Well, I think Trina needs her rest. If you don't mind, I'll see to it that Trina makes it home. Goodnight mother, dad, Stavros. Tomorrow I'll be back to work. It'll feel good." "Not too much, son," Anthony said, concerned. "I've enjoyed working these past couple of weeks, so don't worry about me. And you need to work yourself back gradually. You can't do too much too quickly. You still don't have use of your right hand, you know." He smiled and gave his father a hug saying his goodnights, as did Trina, and they left the restaurant together. Trina stood next to Fonda as they waited for a taxi. "I hope we don't get one of those filthy cabs now." They both laughed loudly. As they entered the taxi -- no sequins anywhere in sight, they smirked at each other -- Fonda pulled Trina into his lap, kissing her deeply. "Will you come home with me?" Fonda asked, brushing his fingertips through her dark hair. "What will your parents say?" "I live with my parents, but I lead my own life and I come and go as I will." Trina snuggled into his chest, nibbling his chin and neck. "Yes," she breathed, between bites. continued in chapter 23 -------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright (C) 2000 John3365A@aol.com (John A) and VBwrites@aol.com (Virago Blue) All rights reserved. --------------- Visit our story sites and with twelve visits get a free hummel figurine* http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/JohnA/www/ http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ViragoBlue/www/ *while supplies last. Offer not valid in Vermont, Latvia, the Northwest Territories, Jutland, and where prohibited by law. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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