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Finally your dreams have started to come true. Not to the full compacity you wanted but you’ve at least you’ve got your show on Youtube. Working with former colleagues you’ve met while working as a Production Assistant and putting out the first season of your show in just a few months. The craziest part was some of your cast who you’d never imagined you’d get to work with. It’s literally all about who you know because camera guy Eric had a contact that got us Lewis Pullman to play the ex-boyfriend for a few episodes. Here you are on a Saturday night at the wrap party and tomorrow is the last day of filming. Eric, our director Jas, some PA’s, Patricia our casting director and Dylan O’ Brien our love interest in the first season and Hannah Murray our main heroine of the script. Lewis and his girlfriend Kaia stopped by the party later and a lot of food was consumed plus wine and then the dancing started. You found yourself in a dance circle with Kaia, Jas and a couple of the PA’s. This was what you wanted for so long. After years of school, grunt work, tears, frustration, being incredibly broke and just overall grinding, you’re here enjoying yourself and watching your show slowly but surely come to life.
You don’t drink but that didn’t stop everyone else from indulging in libations. You, Lewis, and Dylan didn’t partake but all agreed you’d have stories to tell for the rest of your lives. You really didn’t care for alcohol, never had a taste for it. Dylan had to drive back to Silverlake and Lewis was the DD for him and Kaia. As the night went on, you said your goodbyes to those who came and went. Tomorrow was the last day of filming and everyone was slowly starting to file out. By the end of the evening Lewis and Kaia were the last to go and Kaia had a quite bit of wine and Lewis was helping her out as they said goodbye and then it was just you, Patricia and Jas. You girls haven’t really talked about anything else except the show for over two months. Now was the time to just talk about anything and everything.
The charcuterie board that once sat on the kitchen table, had now made its way to the living room coffee table along with Patricia having another whiskey, Jas having another glass of wine and me with my Coke Zero.
“A toast ladies.” To our girl (Y/N) for making her dreams a reality and bringing us along for the ride.” Jas clinked glasses with us and then Patricia swallowed her food and added,
“And what a ride it’s been.”
“Cheers to that. A hell of a ride.” I added clinking my can against their glasses.
“So (Y/N) and Dylan? Looked pretty good dancing together.”
“We’re just friends” I said while taking some grapes off of the charcuterie. “I think he’s amazing but I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship. I don’t think there’s anyone that gets me.”
“(Y/N) you’re amazing. There’s someone out there for you.”
Patricia nodded yes to Jas’s comment. “Wait, I got it” Patricia said sitting upright on the couch. “Who would (Y/N) look cute with from the show? What about Eric?”
“Eric has a girlfriend but even then he can be a pill when he’s stressed.” I say through a mouth full of grapes.
“I still say (Y/N) and Dylan would make beautiful babies.” Jas said laughing and nudging me.
I choked back laughter because my Coke almost went up my nose. “His butt is too slim though, so the things I want to do…oh my gosh never mind.”
“No, what?”
“Yeah, what”.
“It’s wrong. I’m not saying it.”
“It’s just you, me and Jas. Just the girls. Everyone is gone, you can be honest.”
“Oh my gosh, okay. Dylan doesn’t have the butt that I’d want to….um….peg.”
“(Y/N) Oh my gosh shut up, you are so dirty.” Jas said through her fit of laughter.
“Okay then who has the butt, you would do that too?”
“That’s easy, Lewis. Have you seen it? I would destroy it and make him scream my name and forget he had a girlfriend.” I stopped because I realized I was chomping down grapes talking about a less than normal act with a guy who was in a serious relationship. Patricia and Jas just looked at me like they couldn’t believe these words were coming out of my mouth.
“I knew you were freak.” Jas and Patricia started laughing uncontrollably almost spilling her wine and knocking over the charcuterie.
“Shut up, Jas. You guys suck.” I also began laughing but if I’m being honest, I was also a little heated from the thought. Taking Lewis doggie style as I use his hips for leverage to slam into him and hear every whimper or him laying down watching me as I watch him moan and stroke himself.
******The Next Day******
Today was going to be hard. We were only a few hours from being finished and music was blaring over the set. We were a little more relaxed today but still had to finish on schedule no matter what. “If” by Janet Jackson was blaring over the stage and I was singing along standing by crafty, grabbing some seaweed chips and a Red Bull. I stayed up talking to Patricia and Jas until 3:30 and our call time was 9:00 am. So I am functioning at half-mast today. I started to make my way to set and saw Eric getting the camera ready for Hannah’s closeups. I pop open my Red Bull, take a swig and kept singing along to the song. All at once this weird feeling came over me. Like I had eyes on me or something. I turn around and saw makeup working on Hannah and I gaze slightly off to the right of that and Lewis was standing over by the door just staring at me. I smile a good morning smile and his face doesn’t smile back but instead looks away and begins pacing in a small circle . I chalk it up to it being an early morning and Lewis getting ready for the scene and going over his lines. I continued to lip-sync to the song and saw Jas walk over and look at Eric who was almost finished with the camera.
“Fcking In Love” by FeFe Dobson came on overhead and Patricia comes dancing up to me with a cup of coffee in hand. I begin to sing along and behind me comes Dylan grabbing my hips and swaying me to the beat. I begin to laugh with Patricia as Dylan dances with me from behind.
“We’re such good dancers.” I say to Patricia gesturing to Dylan and I.
“You’re the best.”
Dylan spins me around and begins grinding his butt against the front of me.
“Yeah we are.” Dylan says spinning around and putting his hand on my hip, while grabbing the other as he pulls me in to slow dance to the song. He brings both his hands to my hips and I put my head on his shoulder and we continue to slow dance.
“You two look so cute.” Hannah tells Dylan and I. I glance over in Lewis’s direction as our makeup guy Marcus is touching up Lewis. Lewis stares right at me with a scowl on his face and then disappears backstage leaving Marcus confused. The song ends and they are ready to begin filming Hannah’s closeups. I check in with Marcus who doesn’t understand why Lewis was so upset. I told Marcus I’d check in on Lewis and make sure everything is okay.
I head outside in the direction of the trailers looking for Lewis to make sure he’s okay. I hear music playing outside from someone’s trailer. “Your Touch” by Blake Lewis can be faintly heard down one of the rows. I’m almost to Lewis’s trailer, when Melanie, a Day Player P.A. stops me and asks for directions to the production office. The music I heard just a moment ago stops and I direct Melanie where to go and then I walk to the trailer at the end that has Lewis’s name on the door. I knock and wait for him to answer.
“Come in” comes from the other side of the door. I step in to the trailer and Lewis is sitting on the little sofa with his legs up looking over his script not even acknowledging my entrance.
“Hey, just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m just fine, why?”
“Oh, Marcus said you seemed a little upset and I know you were rehearsing and I just wanted to make sure we didn’t annoy you with our goofing off.”
“No, not at all. Looked like you were enjoying yourself.” Lewis replied still not looking up from the script.
“Okay, well I’ll leave you to it” and with that I turned around and reached for the handle.
“I don’t appreciate being talked about, you know.”
I immediately turn around to see the script in Lewis’s lap and Lewis himself now staring at me with an annoyed look on his face.
“I’m sorry?” I responded unsure of what he was referring too.
“I don’t appreciate being talked about.”
“I’m sorry? Who talked about you? Was it one of the other actors?”
“We had almost gotten on the freeway and Kaia forgot her purse. We turned back and I ran inside to grab it real quick. I overheard you, Jas and Patricia talking in the living room.”
“Okay?”
“I don’t appreciate being talked about.”
That’s when I died. I died from humiliation. Lewis overheard me talk about his ass and what I wanted to do it. Yup, I’m pretty sure I just died.
“Listen Lewis, um, you weren’t supposed to hear that. It was just girl talk and Patricia did a what if concept. It was just us being silly.”
“Uh huh, I see.”
“I promise you it didn’t mean anything. I am beyond mortified that you overheard us with our silly fantasies.”
“So you fantasize about making me scream your name?”
I was wrong before. Now I am officially dead. Time of Death: right this very minute. I could feel the red bull I had previously swallowed creeping back up my throat.
“Poor choice of words but still I am so sorry. I really hope you’re not too upset by it.”
A knock came at Lewis’s door. Lewis doesn’t break eye contact with me as he tells them to enter and the door opens slightly with a PA standing below the steps.
“Two minute warning Mr. Pullman.”
“Thanks, we’ll be done in a second” and with that, the door was closed.
“I’m gonna go and again I am sor…”
“Could you do it?”
“Could I do what?”
“Destroy me or better still my ass? Make me forget I have a girlfriend?” Make me scream your name?
“So obviously you heard everything. Again I am sorry. It was just girl talk. Too much wine and…”
“You don’t drink (Y/N), so you were as sober as a priest and you didn’t answer my question.” Lewis starts to get up and put his jacket on that was hanging by him and starts walking towards me.
“Which was what?” By the time I finished that question, he was only a few inches from me. Towering over me since he was a bit taller than me.
“Could you destroy my ass, make me forget I have a girlfriend, make me scream your name?”
Our eyes were glued to one another. I’ve talked to him and Kaia a bit these past few months. They’re both so sweet and years ago I had a crush on Lewis but like all fans, when I found out he was dating Kaia, it took me a minute but I was happy for him. After meeting them, they’re adorable together but I still do have a teeny tiny crush. He’s gorgeous, ridiculously talented, a musician and has those eyes that melt you. I mean give me a break, he’s not married and I’m not a nun, so I can look. Anyways, it was just a fantasy. A fantasy talked about with friends. Why couldn’t my marrying Milo Manheim fantasy become a reality, huh? The girl talk fantasy was never meant to go beyond last night and now I’m being asked if I can perform said fantasy.
“I could try.” I replied while feeling bewildered by the conversation I currently found myself having.
“That’s all I wanted to hear. Thank you (Y/N).” A knock at the door startled me and the PA on the other side said they’re ready for Lewis.
I opened the door and walked outside with Lewis right behind me. The PA lead Lewis to set and I just watched as they disappeared in between the trailers towards stage. I immediately had to track down Patricia because I was about to hurl red bull everywhere.
*****Moments Later******
I’m in the office that I share with Patricia that’s attached to our soundstage. Patricia’s probably drinking her millionth cup of coffee and staring at me in complete disbelief.
“That did not happen.”
“Oh it did. I felt so embarrassed and all he did was ask me if I could perform the task.”
“Are you going to?” Patricia asked setting her coffee down on the desk.
“What? No! He’s got Kaia. You met her, she’s so sweet.”
“She is sweet but why is he asking if you can do those things?”
“Maybe he’ll ask Kaia to do them and if she says no then he can say that there’s women out there that will.”
“Yeah I don’t think so, (Y/N).”
“Then I have no idea.”
“I do. He wants you.”
“Shut up, Patricia. Again he has a girlfriend. A long term one at that and it was probably just a joke. He probably thought it was funny and just asked if that was something I could do.”
“He’s definitely a joker but this doesn’t sound like a joke.”
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. We end in a few hours and we won’t have to see each other after this.”
“What about the launch party? Jas thinks we should have one.”
“Okay but that won’t be for months. By that time it’ll be water under the bridge.”
“Uh, huh.” Patricia says taking a sip of her coffee and her making eyes at me from behind her coffee cup.
**** Hours Later *****
Jas yelled cut and that’s a wrap and just like that we were done. Two months of hard work were done and all that was left was post production which still takes a while but doesn’t require all of us. Champagne in plastic flutes was passed around to those who wanted to drink and sparkling cider to the rest of us. Jas gave a little speech thanking everyone for their help and dedication. Patricia followed suit, thanking everyone on her team and the overall production team, crew and cast. My name was then chanted into a speech.
“Words cannot express how much you all mean to me and how this is literally a dream come true. Wanting to work with you and not only that, but being able to see one of my dreams come to fruition and it’s my biased opinion but we have an absolute bitchin’ show that Youtube is not ready for. My love affair started two years ago when I first started thinking of this idea and I hope people fall in love with it like you all have in these last two months. Thank you all so much and I hope to work with you all again. Congrats everyone” and with that I raise my glass of sparkling cider.
Lots of hugs, tears being shed and we were done. Lewis was there during the toast but after that I didn’t see him and I was content with that because that means this whole thing was behind us. He probably went home to Kaia and celebrate a job well done. A lot of people stayed behind and blasted music while downing champagne. Some partnered off and I just felt like going home. I’m incredibly happy that this dream is happening but I’m also emotionally drained. Then there’s the other part of me, the part that wishes I had someone special to share this with.
**** Two Months Later *****
It’s weird not having anything to do for almost two months. Being so incredibly busy nonstop and now it’s a really weird lull until the show launches. A month ago our editor Kelly informed us that she was not going to be able to finish out the last few episodes because she was flying to a family reunion back east. Through Lewis we were able to snag James as our editor just to finish up the show. James worked with Kelly and saw the flow of how we worked on the show and just needed to trim up and polish the final episodes. Today was the day that James was going to be dropping off the drives and I was finally going to be able to see the rough cut of the first two episodes. I sat at my house all day long in anticipation. I was going to order in that great Thai place, sit and watch my show. I still feel like I’m dreaming. My show has two episodes ‘in the can’ as they say. I still can’t wrap my head around it.
A text from James about an hour ago said my drives are on their way. My phone dinged to let me know my Thai food was dropped off and I am ready to eat. I scurry to the door in anticipation of my night starting with good food and then a good time. I open the door looking down on my doorstep to find my bag of Thai food but instead I am greeted by Nikes and black jeans. I look up to see Lewis standing there with my food in his left hand and his phone in the right.
“Um, hey.” I said kind of puzzled.
“Hey (Y/N), how are you?”
“So the show ends and you’re doing food delivery now?” I chuckled to myself and a wide toothy smile appears on Lewis’s face.
“Very funny. I was just about to text James to let you know I’m here.”
“I didn’t know you were coming. Why didn’t you text me yourself?”
“New phone. I literally got it yesterday and haven’t put everyone in yet. Also I think I lost some contacts.”
“Oh dang. Well thanks for bringing by the drives.”
“It was no problem.” Lewis pushes right past me, getting a bit caught on the door with the backpack he’s wearing and heads to the kitchen.
“Sure come on in.” I say to no one in particular as I was now standing by myself in the hallway.
I head in the direction Lewis went and see that he’s taking my food out of the bag. His backpack is sitting on one of my kitchen chairs.
“Is this from the place on Sunset?” Lewis said going through cupboards until he finds plates.
“Yeah, I think they have four locations.” I answer Lewis as he pulls out two plates.
“One of them is by me. I only tried it once when Danny was in town some months back. It was awesome.”
“Yeah, it’s one of my favorites.”
“So?”
“So?” Lewis responds looking back at me as he opens the containers. “Do you have serving spoons?”
“Drawer to your right. So Lewis, thanks for bringing the drives and setting up my dinner for me. I don’t think I need two plates though.”
“Oh, I just thought maybe you’d want some company or a second pair of eyes. James said you were just going to go over the first two episodes and I told him I was going to be in the area and would drop off the drives for him. I didn’t mean to impose.”
“No, no it’s fine. It’s just I didn’t realize we were this close. You being super comfortable and coming in and making yourself a plate.”
“Well” Lewis says as he licks some sauce from his thumb. “To be fair, you did say you fantasize about me and I figured that automatically gives us a pass on the whole awkward phase.”
It was at that moment I wanted to kill him. Earlier when he was standing at my doorway I was picturing the end of every 2000’s rom-com. I mean Lewis was standing at my front door like Jake from “Sixteen Candles” and I begin thinking about Lewis just taking me right there in the hallway like some trashy romance novel and now all I wanted was his head on a platter.
“Okay, you can leave now. You’ve ruined it.”
“I’m sorry. It was a joke. I came by to let you know there’s no hard feelings. Except for the one you probably get when you’re thinking about me.”
“Goodbye Lewis.” I say as I began to head towards the doorway but I am pulled back by my hoodie that I’m currently wearing.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry. Really I was just joking and thought you could use some company and a second opinion on the show.”
“Right, okay.” Lewis hands me a plate with a fork and grabs the other plate for himself and throws one strap of the backpack on his shoulder.
We step into the living room and Lewis mad dashes to the oversized recliner.
“Mine.” Lewis says laughing while trying not to spill his food.
“By all means. Just don’t stain my carpet.”
Lewis sets his plate down on the coffee table and grabs two small drives out of his backpack and begins to hook up one drive to my laptop that was sitting by the TV.
“You have such a big backpack for two small drives?”
“Oh yeah, well James said and I quote ‘guard them with my life’ unquote. I just figured they’d be safer in my backpack with all my other stuff.
“What other stuff?” I asked taking a bite of my food.
“Um, my stuff. Okay there, Princess Nosey Rosey? Can we watch this now?”
“A thousand pardons my liege. Please work your futuristic device.”
Lewis clicks on first cut episode 1 and the opening title sequence starts with some pieces missing but fillers with words written on them are in place until we have the final cut of the episode. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) pops up on screen behind created by.
“Hey I know her.” Lewis says pointing at the TV.
“So do I. I heard she can be a real bitch.”
“I’ve heard that too.” Lewis said looking at me and laughing before looking back at the screen.
Not even twenty minutes in to the show, I had finished my dinner and was on my phone tapping out notes for James to have a look at. Stuff I wanted to know if it was possible and what him and Jas thought. I also realized we cut a bit out of Lewis in this episode. He originally had a lot more screen time but now it looks better with a brief snippet of him because his part is bigger later in the season when the storyline opens up more. He looks great on camera. Lewis’s character and Hannah’s are arguing in the car before Dylan comes over and pulls Lewis out of the car.
“You know Dylan was a little rough with me here. He apologized later but he sure went for it.”
I just realized that voice was now coming from beside me. Lewis had somehow moved on to the couch like a stealthy ninja. Then again, I’m taking notes on my phone and not really watching reality Lewis so much as I am watching TV Lewis.
“We cut a lot of your scenes but I think it’s better this way. We really can’t cut you from anything else going forward but this episode so far flows really well. Thank you again for recommending James. We would’ve been lost once Kelly left.”
The episode was just about over with Dylan and Hannah deciding what they’re going to do about her dad and the cliffhanger for the start of episode 2 set to follow. I was still tapping away notes on my phone when the show ended and I lay back on the couch. I feel a little crowded all of the sudden and that’s when I realized Lewis was literally right next to me by the end of the show. I swear he’s a ninja.
“Geeze, could you get a little closer?” At the moment Lewis puts his right leg over my left leg so his right thigh is on top of my left thigh.
“Very funny. Hey, what did you think about the last scene? Do you think it lagged? I think I’m going to ask Jas and James if we can trim a bit of that and then add back the scene where you and Hannah dance. I don’t want everyone thinking you’re one giant asshole. There’s more to your character and I want people to see that up front versus later on.”
All at once I just realized Lewis’s leg is now off of mine but there’s a hand on me knee. I pick up his hand and put it on his knee while using my other hand to finish typing out my thought. Lewis proceeds to put his hand back on my knee.
“Thai food is like an aphrodisiac to me.” Lewis says squeezing my knee.
“Lewis, do you like my idea and why is your hand on my knee?”
“Yes, I like your idea and it’s my knee.”
“You think my knee is your knee?”
“Yes. Like this is my thigh.” Lewis moves his hand up to your thigh and that’s when I misspelled dance and put trance.
“Lewis you made me misspell dance and please move your hand.” I finish typing my notes for Jas and James, as Lewis’s hand moves from my thigh but his arm is now around me and I can feel his breath on my left ear. I look over towards him and he’s just staring at me with an expression I don’t recognize and that’s when I turn away from him.
“Well thanks for joining me for the first epis….” My words were cut off by a kiss to my neck.
“Lewis.”
“(Y/N).”
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you a job well done kiss. The show looks amazing.”
“Well again, thanks for joining me for the first episode.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“What?”
“I said you’re beautiful.”
“Well, you don’t drink so intoxication is out of the question. So I’m assuming drugs then.”
“You don’t think you’re beautiful?”
“Lewis, what are you doing?”
“I’m asking if you think you’re beautiful.” I stared at Lewis for a minute just to see if a smile or a laugh was going to follow this out of place question. Neither of those followed and I found myself unsure of what exactly was happening.
“Lewis, maybe you should go.” I placed only my right hand on the side of me because my left was seamlessly attached to Lewis’s leg.
“Why, because I asked if you thought you were beautiful? I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not that. I just really need to get my notes to Jas and James and then go over the next episode.”
“Well sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your evening.” Lewis quickly gets up and goes towards his backpack by the TV.
“Lewis, that’s not what I meant. You’re not ruining my evening.”
“Whatever. Sorry to have intruded then.”
“You didn’t intrude. Why are you getting so upset?”
“Just forget it. It’s whatever.”
“Lewis please stop. I was just getting a little weirded out.”
“Why, because I said you’re beautiful?” Lewis said that so volatile.
“Yes. No one’s ever said that to me. It’s just weird.”
“Really (Y/N), you expect me to believe that none of your boyfriends ever said you were beautiful?”
Lewis now had such an attitude that it felt like he was shouting at me so of course what do I do but shout back.
“Yes, considering the fact that one doesn’t exist.”
“Seriously (Y/N)?”
“Why would I lie Lewis? You know what, maybe you should leave.” I now grabbed my plate and headed for the kitchen but I’m stopped by an arm around my waist and a body right behind me.”
“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I just figured.”
“Well, you figured wrong.”
I pull out of Lewis’s grasp and I head into the kitchen. I place my plate in the sink and turn around to head back into the living room but instead I am face to face with Lewis. There’s something in his eyes I don’t recognize. They seem…. I don’t know.
“(Y/N)”.
“Lewis”.
That’s when Lewis’s face came towards mine and his lips came right with it. The kiss was everything I had dreamed it would be. Big kissable lips linked to mine and his hands slid down my arms and hold my hands. The kiss lasted for a brief second until Lewis pulled away only to move his hands to either side of my face and go in for a deeper kiss. My entire body was on fire and I was waiting at any second to wake up from this dream. It had to be a dream right? Lewis was standing in my kitchen giving me my first kiss and boy was it a doozy. This is just like my dreams except we’d have a lot less clothes on by now and he’s Kaia’s, not mine. Oh shit, Kaia! I pull away from Lewis, pulling his hands from my face.
“Lewis, we can’t.”
“Why, you don’t want this?”
“No, you have Kaia and I don’t want to be the other woman. If you were mine, I wouldn’t want someone taking you from me. I don’t want to hurt her.”
Lewis immediately pulls away from me and crosses his arms while looking down and then looks back up at me.
“Kaia and I had several long conversations after the show wrapped and we both realized that we love each other so much, but we’re not in love with each other and neither one of us want to stop the other from finding the one that they’re meant to be with.” Lewis finished talking and then looked down at the ground.
“Oh wow. I’m so sorry.” I walk over to Lewis and put my arms around him, laying my head on his chest. I’m sure those had to be a heavy duty conversations to have which is why we shouldn’t do this. Not so soon after his breakup.
“It’s okay. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to breakup. It was mutual and it gives me the chance to be with the one I love.”
Lewis finished that sentence and his grip tightened on the ‘one I love’. He doesn’t love me. Does he? Why would he love me? We’ve spoken but it’s never been anything super deep and our interactions were few and far between but why did he squeeze me on those words?
“(Y/N)”?
“Yeah, Lewis?”
“You feel really good in my arms. I can’t explain it but it’s like you fit here. Does that sound weird?”
I think the Thai food aphrodisiac was now hitting me because my insides were warm and gooey from that comment and that’s when I pulled my head away from his chest and moved it up towards his neck. I started to kiss his neck with lite pecks and when I stopped I heard a whimper escape his mouth. That’s when I just went for it and began making out with his neck. Full on kisses and adding some tongue while my hands traveled south and rested on his thick ass. Fighting the urge to squeeze but losing that battle and squeezing that ass like it was Play-Doh.
“(Y/N) baby you’ve got to stop. I’ll cum in my pants if you don’t.”
That’s when the realization hit me, or should I say I felt it. Our bodies so close together and I could feel his cock bulging out of his jeans and pressing against my clothed core. All of this is foreign territory to me. Feeling a guy pressed against me with his ‘friend’ pressed even more against me. The kissing, the making out with his neck, the actuality that I got Lewis that hard. I don’t do these things. I’ve never done these things and here I am about two seconds away from fucking Lewis’s brains out on my kitchen floor. I should stop, I’m gonna stop.
“I’m sorry. The Thai food is getting to me too.”
“I’m gonna go grab my backpack.”
“Yeah, okay.”
This is for the best. It’s too much too soon. We can pick this up at another time. I have work to do and he just got out of a very long relationship and I don’t want to be rebound girl. I rinse the plate off in the sink and wait for Lewis to come back to say goodbye. I turn the water off and peak into the living room. Lewis isn’t in there and the backpack is gone. Did he just leave without saying goodbye? What the fuck? I walk to the front door and immediately grab my phone from my pocket and begin texting him ‘thanks for saying goodbye’. A ding goes off down the hallway to my right. That ding came from my bedroom. No……just no…..there’s no way. I walk down the hall to my bedroom that has a faint light coming from it. I round the corner to my room and my lavender candles are now lit and flickering on the dresser. I look at my bed and there’s Lewis sitting on the edge of the bed leaning back on his hands. The expression on his face looked like he wanted to throw me on the bed and I hope my face was expressing the same thing but probably not since I thought he abandoned me thirty seconds ago.
“I thought you left.”
“No, I didn’t leave. Did you want me to leave?”
“No. You mentioned backpack and I thought you meant…”
“That I was going to grab my things and go? Can’t get rid of me that easy.”
Lewis moves up to a sitting position on the bed and pats the seat next to him. I hesitantly move forward towards my bed and sit next to him. What feels like an eternity is probably mere seconds of us just awkwardly sitting on the bed in silence.
“Lewis, why are you in here?”
“You mean here? Like this room? The bedroom? The boudoir?”
“Yeah, all of those.”
“I felt it was a nicer place to show you what was in my backpack. Don’t turn around.”
Lewis walks past me to the right side of my bed and I can hear rustling like he grabbed his backpack and I feel things being put on the bed. Did he plan this? What kind of girl does he think I am? Bed every suitor that comes to my door? Granted, no suitors come to my door but still, it’s the principle.
“Okay, turn around.”
Lewis walks back over to me and pulls me up from the bed and turns me around to show me a plethora of items on my bed. More specifically adult items on my bed and by adult items I mean adult toys. I’ve seen some videos and I know what a few of them are. There’s a harness which I assume is for me. A couple of dildos ranging in size and color and one that looks like a unicorn’s horn. Three, no wait, four bottles of lube and what I believe is a vibrator and oh my gosh, is that a cock ring? Does he want to make a porn movie?
“So, you spent some money?”
“You, did say you would try.”
“I would try? Oh wait, you mean?”
Lewis has a sheepish smile.
“Oh Lewis. Wow, you really want to do this?”
“If that’s okay? You said you could try and I figured the opportunity presented itself, so I took a chance.”
“Well I don’t think we can do any of these right off the bat. We have to prep you first.”
“Well, I’ve done a little prepping recently but not with the toys. Just my finger inside me while I masturbate.”
That’s a visual that is now forever burned in to my brain and I for one am so happy that it is.
“You masturbate? To what may I ask?”
“Mostly cat videos.” Lewis says with a stupid grin on his face coming closer to me.
“So you’re telling me that you like pus…” my words are immediately cut off by continuing the kiss from earlier in the kitchen. Lewis deepens the kiss by gently rubbing his tongue against mine. He’s not intruding but it’s more of a gentle French kiss. My hands travel down south and rest on that thick ass of his. I pull away from Lewis’s lips and then give his ass a squeeze.
“Okay. Well let’s make sure you’re prepped before we hit the big leagues okay?”
“Should we do the whole ‘yes mistress’ thing?”
“Honestly? If it slips out but if you’re gonna scream, I want it to be my name.”
Lewis shot me a look like he had just came in his pants. I’m not so sure that he did but that look tells me otherwise.
“First thing you should do is strip down and then I’ll get some lube and we’re going to make sure your ass in prepared first, okay?”
“Okay.”
“But first”.
As Lewis is unbuttoning his shirt, I grab his right hand and move it towards the outside of my mound and leave it there. He just cups me. No movement, no nothing. Just holds me. I finish unbuttoning his shirt and immediately toss it to the side. I immediately put my hands on his chest and plant a few kisses before taking one nipple in my mouth and sucking until I get a response.
“Careful, they’re sensitive.”
“I’ll fix that.”
The hand holding me was stroking me through my pants but now it was time for the main event. I grabbed Lewis’s hand and moved it away which was met with a unhappy response.
“There’ll be more of that later. First we prep.”
Lewis smiled and then undid the buckle on his jeans. I unbuttoned his jeans and they fell to the floor pooling by his feet. Lewis steps out of them and all that was left were the boxers.
“(Y/N), touch me.”
Lewis takes my right hand and places it on the outline of the front of his boxer briefs. There is something definitely in there and it’s raring to come out. I began to rub up and down and then move my hand away and Lewis pulls his boxer briefs down and I am introduced to my first penis, cock, phallus whatever you want to call it, It’s live and in person. It looks just like the photos in health class and on those pop up sites. Yes, I said pop sites. Don’t judge me. Looking at Lewis’s lower half, I can see he keeps it well groomed and inviting. What am I even saying?
“Now what?” Lewis asks me as if I’m Dr. Ruth. How the hell should I know? I’m literally bullshitting this. Pretending I know what I’m doing because I’m good at that. Also, why am I still fully clothed and he’s naked? My hoodie and comfy pants don’t exactly scream sexy. I’m not ready for the Full Monty but I want to look sexy. What do I have that’s sexy? Studio Ghibli pajamas? Those are awesome but not sexy. Wait, I have a silk tank top and shorts. It’s a beautiful blue and they’re sexy-ish. Either way, beggars can’t be choosers.
“Turn around and don’t turn back until I tell you too.”
Lewis does as he’s told and turns around. I immediately go to my dresser behind me and pull them out from the bottom of my drawer. I mad dash out of my clothes and into my silk tank top and shorts. These shorts are a lot shorter and tighter than I remember but given the current situation, it works. I then pull my hair out of the ponytail and give it a once over in the mirror.
“Okay, turn back around.”
Lewis turns back around and his eyes literally explore my body. He looked like he wanted to devour me but in a good way….I think. It’s weird having someone return feelings. Be just as excited as you are and want you just like you want them. I’ve never had that and yet here I have a man that I have liked for so long and I’m about to try and make him mine. Dreams really do come true.
“(Y/N) you look, holy shit.”
“I look holy shit?” I said laughing.
“Well no, not holy shit. You look gorgeous.”
“You do too. Do a spin for me.”
Lewis does a sexy slow twirl and I get to see the other half. Women like a man with a big back porch and lord almighty does he have it. You just want to sink your teeth in.
Lewis turns back to face me and I start to get on my knees.
“Not going to lie but you look good down there.”
“Shut up.” Lewis and I both laughed.
“Come towards me and stand sideways.” I grab one bottle of lube off the bed as Lewis gets into position in front of me. His left hip is in front of my face.
“Okay, so I’m going to work my finger in the back with the lube and then pleasure the front as well to ease the pain. Okay?”
Lewis shakes his head yes and I immediately place a kiss on his hip which causes his front monster to twitch ever so slightly. I put a good some of lube on the rim of Lewis’s ass, coating it as much as possible and then some on my hand and finger.
“Lewis, I’m going to start with the pleasure. Am I okay to grab your cock?”
“(Y/N) you don’t have to ask, it belongs to you now.”
I give Lewis a sly smile and then grab his erection and gently begin stroking it. After a few strokes, my right hand begins playing with his asshole dipping my finger inside little by little and all the while I place deep kisses on his hip bone. The amount of breathing and pleasure that is coming out of Lewis is just beyond what I could have imagined. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was about to break him. His left hand would drop every now and then to caress my face. At one point he stuck two of his fingers into my mouth and I sucked on them with the same rhythm of my stroking and he made a moaning sound and immediately turned away from me.
“Okay Lewis, I’m going to put the finger in more, Okay?”
“Mmhmm.” Was the only words that Lewis could make out. I put my finger in up to the first knuckle gently pushing.
“Oh fuck, (Y/N)”.
“I’m sorry, is that too much?”
“No it feels great. Go further in.”
I did as Lewis requested and pushed all the way in.
“You doing Okay?”
“Try a second finger.”
“Are you sure?”
“I told you I did a bit of pregaming on my own. It feels way better when the person you imagine doing it, is actually doing it.”
“So you fantasize about me Lewis?” As soon as I finish my question I put two fingers all way in.
“God damn, (Y/N). I think I’m close.”
“Okay. Lewis grab the lube and lube up your right hand.”
“What? Why?” Lewis responded perplexed.
“Just trust me.”
Lewis grabbed the lube and coated his hand.
“Lewis, I want you to finish stroking yourself.”
“(Y/N), seriously?”
“You either trust me or you’re gonna have the worst case of blue balls in recorded history.”
I stopped my actions on his cock and Lewis took over. Now’s the time to double my efforts. I focus more on pumping my fingers in and out of his ass, and use the other hand to grab his balls and play with them. An incredibly loud moan escapes Lewis’s lips.
“Lewis, whose making you feel this good?”
“You are. Oh fuck this feels so good.” That was not the response I wanted. So I improvised and bit his ass.
“Ow, holy shit (Y/N)”.
“Lewis, once again who is making you feel this good?”
I then proceed to take one of Lewis’s balls in my mouth and that was the ticket to make Lewis double over.
“Oh god, you are (Y/N), you are.”
My fingers went deep in to his ass and I bit his ass once more.
“(Y/N), I’m cumming.”
Lewis’s cock spurted cum on his hand and some on the floor. It almost seemed like it wouldn’t stop. Lewis continued his efforts until his cock went flaccid and he collapsed on the floor next to me.
“So you hated it?” I asked Lewis as he was trying to catch his breath for a second and then presses his lips to mine pushing me back so I lay down. Lewis is on top of me, kissing me so deeply and then immediately kisses my neck and grabs my breast through my tank and begins massaging it. Lewis ceases his actions and lays back towards the bed catching his breath again.
“(Y/N), you wore me out.”
“Well, we can pick this up tomorrow morning.”
“Oh hell no. Round two is coming now.”