Hi out there, the next dare:
- One of them is really famous (actress, singer...doesn't matter)
- The other one doesn't know her, hasn't even heard of her
- They meet and spent a hot smutty night together
- The next morning the not famous one gets kicked out by the manager, because groupies
don't stay for breakfast
- Both felt a deeper connection so they try to get a hold of one another which proves do be
difficult.
- But of course there will be a happy ending ;-)
Dared by KatrynHaydn
Sorry for the delay, was sick…
Italic's are memories...
Beer was dripping down my face, soaking my blouse and thighs.
"I hope you had fun lying to me. Did you laugh about me after you crept out of my apartment?"
...
"I'm sorry." I felt some strong hands grabbing at me, one of them landed on my hips the other graces my right breast, closing around my biceps. "Oh… I'm sorry again."
The voice sounded like old whiskey tastes, smoky, a little soft at the edges, like whiskey and honey and I asked my self for a second if the lips speaking would taste like the voice sounds. I looked up and what the voice arouses those eyes lit into something I hadn't felt in a very long time.
Oh and this smile… a row of perfect white teeth, two of those cute dimples and that cleft in a strong chin begged to be bitten.
"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" I stared at her and she frowns, something hushing over her face I can not put an emotion on. She turned around, taking two steps and something made me following her like on autopilot. She groaned. "Fuck," I heard her huff under her breath and before I could think she turned around again and tackled me into the wall full force.
She looked like she didn't expect me to be this close. I still hadn't said one word, too surprised by both our collisions and her stunning beauty and before I could get my mouth open she leaned down and kissed me. Gentle and tender, taking her time…
"There you go, now you can chat excitedly with all your girly friends that you kissed me."
What was she talking about? Why would I tell anybody that a stranger kissed me in the back of a small boutique, trapped between wall and her body after she had rushed into the aisle looking like someone was about to shoot her? Why did she kiss me in the first place?
I realised I was still muted. She must have thought I was insane or something…
"Well…at least I usually know the name of people kissing me." Her facial expression was… funny? A lot of emotions rushed over it. I leaned closer to her, reconnecting our lips for a brief moment. "Though I have to say I like it this way too."
"May I at least leave a message for her?"
"Do what you want but don't hope for much, you're the same quick fuck like the other groupies. I am her manager. I should know what she is like."
I stopped the pen mid-word and tried to swallow. I felt tears threatening to fall, my chest felt like a heavy weight was on it, my throat like swallowing barbwire. I finished my phone number on the notepad along with my name and hurried to leave. The rest was like on autopilot until I was in my own bed in my dorm, I don't remember how I came here. The only thing I know is that it hurts. So much… I had woken in her bed this morning with, Jane softly snoring face down on the mattress and if it wasn't for my bladder I would have kissed her back to live.
I had walked out of the bedroom naked and hurried over to the bathroom only to find this unkind man in the kitchen on my way back. He had my clothes in a pile on the counter, motioning with his head towards them. Telling me as I had already taken a shower it was now time for me to hit the road.
All attempts to say something were stopped after the first word, repeating again and again 'get dressed and piss off'.
Just a small distance between our lips. "So I don't have to apologise a third time today?"
"The only thing I want you to apologise for is if you aren't going to kiss me again," I whispered shyly, biting my lower lip, never have been so bold in my life.
"You really don't know my name?"
"No. I've have seen you for the first time in my life five minutes ago."
"Well… if you help me to get out of here I promise you another kiss."
I didn't know why she needed to hide, but something made me just doing it and we snuck out of the staff entrance on the back. Suddenly she grabbed my hand. "Run," and dragged me through the small alley. Turning over my shoulder I saw obviously some Paparazzi following us.
Running like haunted deer she suddenly pulled me into another alley. Softly pressing me against the wall, kissing me like no one ever kissed me before. My knees weak, my heart pounding against my rip cage. "Thank you," she whispered against my lips, minutes later, breaking the kiss. "And sorry for kidnapping you."
I grabbed her lapels, pulling her in for another kiss before she could put any distance between us. Funny things happen in life. Always being shy and modest, finding my self kissing a completely stranger in a backstreet.
"How about I take you home, so I at least can offer you a cup of coffee?"
"Are you always this forward, kissing woman in stores and take them home immediately," I smiled, biting my lip.
"No! I would offer you to go anywhere else but we would not have more than two minutes break from those damn reporters. Sorry, it wasn't my intention to insult you."
"I would love some coffee."
So we ended up in her home.
"I am really sorry you have to go through all of this but I have to say it is truly nice that for once someone is not talking to me because I am famous."
Standing at the breakfast counter, watching her making some coffee. "Are you going to apologise for every single thing you do or say?"
"I am so…," before she could say it again I just kissed her. "I am not."
She smiled, saying nothing for a long while, just looking at me, her hand still pressed against my jaw.
"This probably is going to sound stupid, cause I was the one starting it and… I like kissing you, but maybe we are going at it in the wrong order. The coffee should have come first."
"I tried it the other way around and ended up disappointed a lot."
She motioned for the sofa. "Don't worry! I know how it is to being judged like a book by its cover. Just because I make music in a specific genre everyone expect me to be like most of my peers. You know, wracking hotel rooms, getting drunk and smoking pot, having a different groupie every night."
"Why would you wreck your hotel room?"
She looked at me shocked for a moment. "You would tell me if you were a cyborg, right?" she chuckled.
"No, probably not," I put my cup on the table. "I should go."
Before I could stand properly she jumped in front of me. "Sorry, I… listen I am not good with people and I am really sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable and I would like for you to stay but if you want to leave I would understand it."
"Actually I would like to stay. I am not good with people either but I like you."
We stayed on the sofa, talked the whole day, sharing stories about our lives, laughed. She ordered pizza and showed me a well stocked wine rack where I found a lot of bottles I actually liked. We shared one of them.
I felt comfortable like never before with another human being next to me. I caught myself staring at her while she told me how she became this famous, though I still didn't remember seeing her before, well… no wonder with my lack of interest in pop culture.
When she described to me how much she loved to play instruments and how important it was for her to be able to reach other peoples core, with such a fierce, her eyes gleaming with so much joy I noticed the first time that I already fell for her.
Explaining how much she had also become to hate the other side of 'making her dream come true'. The fact, that she never was really alone, but still feeling terrible lonely all of the time. Without further thinking I leaned over and kissed her again, again but still differently.
The other kisses had been some kind of excitement, the thrill of doing something out of character. Kissing and getting kissed by a stranger was nothing normally, ordinary, but kissing now was on a different level, it had a lot more meaning and it could not get explained away with thrill or the rush of adrenalin.
I was on my knees, hovering over her and what started as a soft touch between lips deepened rather quickly. Not becoming rushed or frenzied, going on soft and gentle, a kiss you expected from a pair of lovers and not two strangers, meeting just hours ago. The moment she cupped my face I slowly straddled her, coming to sit on her lap, moving more into the kiss.
"Maura… this is not just fun anymore," she whispered against my lips. "I like you and I don't want to start something that is going to end in the morning."
...
You believed it then. She was sexy and dangerous and so different from anything you had dated before. She seemed so warm and caring…
...
My hands had moved on its own, starting to slowly unbuttoning her shirt. Sex on the first date wasn't anything I never had done before, mostly for getting repaid, for putting up with their arrogant blabbing about themselves over dinner, before I ditched them in the morning.
Though this was differently in every possible way… this wasn't a date to start with. I met some strange woman hours ago and kissed more than I did on most of my dates. Then she was a woman at all. Though I had thought about it I never was with a woman before. It's easier to attract men, all you have to do is putting your body on display and most of them were reduced to their basic instincts.
Halfway down her button border she covered my hands. "I mean it Maura. I would rather be your friend than ruin it with some fun."
"Do you undress all of your friends with your eyes?" I asked her whispering.
"I didn't say…," I just kissed her again, finishing the buttons.
"Like I didn't say it has to end in the morning…,"were the last words spoken for a long time.
Her shirt and my blouse landing on the floor, we resumed to more kissing and shyly touching. Knowing then very well that we certainly would end in her bed, or somewhere else having sex, it was differently right from the beginning. There was no rush to get each other naked, light, sensual touches over clothes and the few bare skin, deep but tender kisses and a lot of eye contact.
Though it wasn't my intention to only have one night with her I wasn't even close to be prepared for this impact. I liked her and I had thought there could be definitively more between us and there was more, I felt it instantly as she pulled me close to her. Like a deep connection, drawn to her like a magnet, it was like an explosion of emotions.
Though I was more aroused than ever had been before I would have totally been okay with some quality time, sex wasn't my first aim with her. I would have loved hours of kissing and snuggling and maybe a bit more, but sweet Jesus…the sex was divinely.
The moment she picked me up, tumbling over to her bedroom it was sealed. Like an animal instinct my brain shut off and everything happened on autopilot. Fumbling fingers, pulling and pushing, the sound of fabric being stretched too much.
Squealing I landed on a heavenly soft bed with her on top of me, getting rid of remaining clothes in a haste all came to a halt with the first touch of our stark naked bodies for the first time. She looked down at me with such an adoration, that I felt like crying for a moment. Slowly we met for another kiss, soft and gentle.
"You are so beautiful," she whispered between small kisses. "I don't want you to feel rushed into this. Are you sure this is what you want?" her voice so vulnerable.
I let my palms slide over her muscular back, the feeling alone did mysterious things to me. "I want to make love with you, Jane. I want to touch and being touched. This feels so much more right than anything did ever before."
I slipped my palms up to her face, cupping her cheeks, pulling her into a searing kiss.
Our first time was defined by caresses and kisses, fingertips exploring, tongues tasting, lips nipping. It felt like pouring over our souls to each other and it took hours for us both to peak in a powerful but somehow relaxed climax together, provided by hips pressed together and thighs offering friction.
I must have fallen asleep in the comfort of her arms because I woke alone, cuddled in the cushion, lying on my stomach. Slowly I slid from the bed, wrapping on of the silk-sheets around me I walk back into the great room where kitchen and living room come together. She sat there, in all her naked glory, on the piano bench, playing softly.
Maybe she heard me coming but in that moment I wanted to believe that she felt my presents in the room. Turning her head towards me, never stopped playing, I let the sheet pool around my feet and her fingers landed harsh on the keys.
I approached her slowly, like a lioness sneaking up on its prey. Wrapping my arms around her from behind, leaning down to kiss her shoulder, neck. Circling around her, coming to sit on her lap.
Without any warning she sat me down on top of the piano, coming to stand between my legs, kissing me, caressing my thighs with the flat of her palms. My center touching her glorious abs, leaving a wet trail onto her skin while she leaned down, kissing my stomach, tongue playing with my belly button, her fingers softly fondling my breasts.
I never asked for anything in bed, preferring the men on top of me so I at least have a chance for an orgasm through the pressure on my clit. I had absolutely no experience with another woman and the last thing I had thought about was her going down on me.
The first touch of her tongue had me moaning loudly. I couldn't have possible imagined how good it felt and I was somewhat thankful that she was my first to do so. I had no idea what to do with my hands, I needed so desperately to hold onto anything.
My fingers slipped from the smooth surface of the piano. I wanted so desperately to grab into her hair but I was so worried to hurt her. My back arched, my hips pressed further towards her face, my palms slapping down hard onto the black wood.
Her movements were slow and gentle but it did nothing to slow down my reaction. I couldn't concentrate on anything but the divine feeling in my lower parts. She fooled me though with the thought that it couldn't get more pleasurable.
Feeling my climax building her left hand slowly stroked down and two of her fingers entered me, nearly painfully, slowly. Slow was also the pace of her fingers, moving inside me. Without a moment of searching she hit a spot, having me bucking like a wild horse. If I though pleasure at three erogenous zones at the same time was too much I don't know what to call the elemental force that hit me as she pressed her pinky flat to my anus as I reached climax.
Whatever I had felt before it all was just a drop in a bucket from what I felt then. Overwhelmed. It was so overwhelming that I couldn't hold back the tears, silently slipping down my cheeks. Whenever my orgasm seemed to ebb down she just moved her fingers inside me a tiny bit and it started all over again. My body shook like live wired and I was totally exhausted, calming down quite likely half an hour later.
I never had screamed like that, certainly never during an orgasm. I had bitten her hard. Scratched. Clasped. Clutched. Frantically held on for dear life.
Impossibility and blatancy! That is what I would have answered you if you had told me having sex fourteen times during one night and at least as many orgasms if you counted multiples as one. Some of them were quick, one of them just needed five second at max. We cuddled, made love and fucked properly.
On the floor, against walls, on the couch and in bed. Sitting, kneeling, standing, lying down. Face to face, wrapped around each other, from behind. Before we fell asleep early in the morning we loved each other a last time equally tender like the first time.
I never had a more attentive lover, worshipping me, bestowing me with the most beautiful, pleasurable and satisfying orgasms in my life and I lost my heart that night.
I was stunned into stupor. Only watching her rushing out of the door of the pub I stir into action. Getting to my feet I run after her.
"Stop right there." I scream after here. "Who do you think you are? You go all sappy on me, talking me into your bed, using me like a cheap whore and let your manager kick me out the next morning. You hadn't even had the balls to do it yourself." I yell at here all over the street, because she doesn't stop running away from me.
"What the hell are you talking about?" She turns around, glaring at me angrily.
"I am talking about you, you and my stupid decision to let you use me. 'You're the same quick fuck like the other groupies.'"
"I never said anything like that! Fuck you…"
"You did that already…"
"You know what? Fuck off to your other snob-friends. You caused me already enough pain."
My palm connected with her left cheek. Immediately she grabbed her face, her eyes watering, face in disgust.
"Thank you," she whispers and before I can react she is gone.
"You are really lucky that you are a girl. If you were a dude I would have beaten the crap out of you already. I don't get it actually. Is there some sort of club you bitches join? You are the second doing that to her. Turning the great Jane Rizzoli's head and just creep out the next morning. You were right though. That's something a cheap whore would do, stay away from my sister or I am going to let you pay for that. She was a mess for month."
"Maybe you should ask her to tell you the truth. She was the one sending her mean manager to kick me out the next morning," I yell at the back of the man, easily a head taller than Jane.
I can hear him laugh. "Yeah right! That's why Dean told her there was no one when he came to wake her," he laughs dismissive, not even turning around.
"That's not true," I back off quickly as the lanky Italian suddenly turns around, staring me down.
"What's your problem? You got what you wanted. So go and be happy or whatever."
"What my problem is? I will tell you. My problem is that I trusted her and she used me. I thought she was different but she fooled me. Well it's my own fault. I shouldn't have slept with her right away. That was the greatest humiliation in my whole life. Standing there naked in her kitchen, a strange man throwing my clothes at me, telling me to piss off."
I am in full blast of all the pent up anger but I suddenly see a strange look appear on his face.
"How did he look like?"
"What?"
"How did he look like?"
"Tall. Dark short hairs, brown eyes, high forehead, cleft in his chin. He told me to piss off and that I was the same quick fuck like any other groupie."
He grabs my hand. "Come with me." Pulling me after him. Getting me to his car just a few feet away he holds the door for me. "You are going to tell me exactly what happened that morning." And I do.
"Son of a bitch."
I am at a loss for words. I don't even know where he is driving to.
"I am going to kick his sorry ass. You know Dean, her manager. He used to ask Jane out for a while but she dismissed him every time. He may be a good manager but he's an asshole."
"I learned that already."
"Jane doesn't take home groupies, not to any of her apartments nor her hotel rooms. She may be a great deal on stage but she is very shy, very vulnerable, very private. She doesn't let anyone near her easily. She just says that it is useless to deny all the headlines, all the people who claim to have spent the night with her. She did that once and got her heart ripped out."
He drove all the way out to Revere. I had still no idea where we were going. He parked in front of an average family home. Basketball hoop in the driveway, white fence, lantern burning outside on the porch. Only while getting out of the car I noticed the van across the street. 'Rizzoli & son's' written on the side.
"We need to fix this Maura. She was head over heels for you and she thought you had messed with her, leaving without a note."
"I can't lie. I am physically unable to do so. I faint. I fell in love with her that night and I was devastated the next morning. He wouldn't even let me wake her. I should have woken her before I left the bed. She is still there every night and most of the days." I sob.
The whole deal just coming down on me again and even more this time. Never could I have forgotten that night, not even if I had wanted so. It had felt like a spell had being lifted from me, like coming home, finally. I had cried myself to sleep at night for month. Feeling like dirt and garbage. Giving all of me, letting her do things and doing them myself, things I never would have done with anyone, just to be handled like trash the next morning.
Frankie, Jane's brother, presses his finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet. We move through a small hallway, the walls filled with framed pictures, mostly children in different stages of age. The girl has to be Jane, those beautiful eyes I would recognise everywhere. We silently move down stairs into the basement.
As the door opens we walk into a fully equipped sound studio, a comfortable looking leather couch in the corner across the entry. The moment we pass through I meet Jane's eyes in the mirror, sitting on a stool, her back to us. She tears off her headphones.
"What the hell Frankie?" She flings the professional looking equipment against the wall. "Are you stabbing me in the back now too?"
"No and you should knock it down, Ma and Pop are sleeping."
"This room is sound proofed you idiot. Fuck off and take that bitch along with you."
"No listen…," she cuts him off. "No you listen. Take her home, but make sure she doesn't talk. She is pretty good at whatever you want her to do, so prepare for the ride of your life."
He lifts his hands in surrender. "You should listen to her, it isn't at all like it seems to be."
He just leaves us alone in the room, locking the door from the outside. I search for her eyes in the mirror.
"Jane, just listen and if you want me to leave afterwards I will."
"I don't have a choice, have I? My brother locked the door. Phones don't work in here. This room is like a Faraday cage. Fire away!"
"I left my number before your manager kicked me out."
"Well… that's curious, he said you were already gone as he woke me and there wasn't a note."
"I had to pee as I woke and I showered and wanted to come back to you afterwards. He was in the kitchen, my clothes piled on the counter. He said I had to leave. I left my phone number."
"Why would he do something like that?"
"I don't know," I yell, desperate about her cold tone. "I was confused. I woke up and wanted so badly to wake you too, to snuggle in your arms and suddenly everything was so different. I stood there, feeling like a hooker. Like a quick fuck, swept out like some trash after the party. Jane I love you, I fell in love with you that night."
I saw her glace shift. "What is that fuck? Do you need to destroy me? You think its some fun? You damaged me enough. Don't hurt me further, please."
"I don't want to hurt you," I whisper, taking a step with each of my words. "I know how it hurts. I cried myself to sleep every night. I still do it. At first I thought it was just a misunderstanding but after you never contacted me I knew you manager was right. That I wasn't more than every other groupie. I told you that I didn't know you and that's the truth. I didn't know who you were, as you ran into me. I didn't know until you told me and for sure I didn't sleep with you for money or fame."
I put my palms down on each of her shoulders, leaning down to kiss her neck. "I slept with you because I wanted to, because of the connection I felt between us. The moment you kissed me for the first time I felt something special and as you kissed me in the alley I lost myself to you. For the first time I felt the magic everybody talks about, the magic I never believed in.
I don't know what happened or why he never gave you my number but I know I want you. I want to wake up next to you and fall asleep in your arms at night. I want to run with you from reporters and spend hours talking over coffee and wine and pizza. I want you to kiss me again and feel like I took some kind of substance, making me high and spineless. I want you to touch me and love me. I want you, Jane."
I had moved my lips to her ear, whispering into it, ending with a lingering, soft kiss.
"I wanted that too," I can hear the tears in her voice. "I woke up so happy that morning and I wanted to kiss you awake and look in your sleepy eyes, being the first thing you look at but you were gone. If it wasn't for my arching heart it was like it never happened. Nothing looked like you were ever there with me. I didn't even know your last name."
"Isles."
I can feel her breathing stop for a moment. "At least I know now that you really didn't do it for my money," she answers defeated.
"No. I know it may be stupid, but I was honest as I told you that I love you."
"I have to talk to Dean," she rushes up from her stool but I stop her.
"No phones, remember?"
"What…," I don't know what she was going to say but I just kiss her. Putting everything I have into this kiss. Pressing my body along her lean statue. Despite the fact that I try to make the best of the bad job we had done so far I feel myself stir, coming to live like being charged up. All the moments I felt her underneath my touch are coming back in a rush.
I can't let go of her, no matter how badly my lungs are burning. I can't get enough air into me through my nose but I am afraid if I let go I will loose her. That is until I feel her hands on my bottom, lifting me up like I weigh nothing. Instantly I wrap my legs around her. My left in her hair, my right cupping the base of her skull.
We don't move anywhere, just stay standing there and though I would sleep with her again, right now, right here, we just need this moment. The perfect mix, between sharing love and desire.
"Well that seems to me like you both are doing pretty fine," Frankie's voice comes from the entrance. "So you know, you will need a new manager. I fired Dean… that is after I broke his nose."