The Not-So-Quickie NC-17 language, sexual content
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexual content.
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I was sure it was him. My friend Gina didn't agree, but I was so sure, that I followed him and forced her to come along, going two blocks out of our way, just to get a better look at his face. I don't usually do this sort of thing, and I'm sure you've heard that before, but honestly, I really haven't.
The person I was following was Vin Diesel. Although I've heard all those 'horror' stories about peoples' idols turning out to be less than what they thought after meeting them, I was still determined to meet Vin. Even if all I got was an autograph, it was worth it to me.
So, hope you enjoy this story, because it will be the only one I post... because any events that happened after this one, fell into the NOYB sector. (That's 'None Of Your Business' if you didn't know.)
And so I dedicate this to all you other loyal Vin Fans… never stop dreaming, 'cos you never know when it may actually come true.
" C'mon Jen, this is not only getting ridiculous, it's also completely pathetic."
" Just a little longer, Geen… I'm sure he'll stop soon." I begged, while struggling to keep an eye on the guy I was following.
" Ya know, there ARE easier ways to get a date. It's not like you're butt-ugly or anything." Nagged my best friend Gina, as she reluctantly trudged after me.
" I swear, Geen, THAT'S Vin Diesel!" I whispered urgently, grabbing her elbow to hurry her along.
" Sheesh! I know you had the hots for the guy, but I never envisioned you being the type to go nuts over some star."
" Some star!?" I gasped indignantly. " What would YOU do if say… Billy Zane walked by you?"
Gina laughed naughtily, a dreamy look on her face.
" I'd trip him up, then jump on him as he laid helpless at my feet."
" See what I mean?" I said. " Besides, I just want to get a closer look at him, and maybe an autograph if I can."
" And maybe a little quickie on the side?" Gina teased.
" Oh shut up and move your ass!"
" Oh, by all means," she gushed. " now I'm fully behind this little venture… it's about time you got laid."
" Well, what's it been? Two years?! That's just plain sad, Jen."
" Shut up and come on, we're gonna lose him." I sighed, resignedly.
We scurried to catch up. I was just in time to see him enter the Regency Hotel.
" He went in there." Pointed Gina.
" I know. I saw."
" Well, hurry up! We're gonna lose him in there for sure, that place is huge!"
" Act cool." I told her, as we entered the hotel.
My heart dropped as I noticed just how many people were in the lobby.
" Oh no, now I'll never find him!" I wailed in despair.
" Now, Jen, don't give up…" soothed Gina. " You go check over that way, and I'll check this way."
Giving me a little push toward the hallway with a bank of phones, Gina headed for the lobby bar.
Halfheartedly, I headed towards the phones, not really looking 'cause I was sure we'd lost him anyways.
Some of the phones were the normal wall mounted types but there were about four fully enclosed booths for those who wanted privacy. And if he was in one of them, I sure wasn't going to open each door and check.
I guess subconsciously, I had already given up.
As I walked by the last of the booths, the door opened and a big hand shot out to grab me by the arm and drag me in.
Before I could even work up a good scream, I almost fainted instead as I realized the guy who'd grabbed me was none other than my quarry himself.
Suddenly, it was a situation of the hunter becoming the hunted.
For the first few seconds, all I could do was stare in awe.
I was right, this was definitely Vin Diesel… and lord help me, he was even more gorgeous in person!
I was all set to bow and grovel, that is, until he opened his mouth and said what he said.
" What the fuck is wrong with you? You just followed me for two whole fuckin' blocks, and now you wanna play shy?"
I was floored. The man of my dreams was ticked off, and it was because of me.
" I… I'm sor… sorry!" I stammered nervously. " I just want… wanted… wanted to ask you… damn!"
" Ask me what? ' Do I come here often?', ' Great weather, huh?', or were you just wondering if I'd bang you to kingdom come so that you could go off and brag about it to all your other sick little groupie friends?!"
" No I just wanted to ask for your autograph!" I finally got out, my cheeks burning with not only embarrassment, but also with the beginnings of a really good tantrum.
I mean, the guy was being an utter ass!
" You know what," I said coldly. " I'm sorry for bothering you, let me out of here and you'll never see me again, I promise!"
" Oh so now you think I'M a jerk? You people call me at all hours of the day, you peek in my windows at home, you go snooping into every aspect of my life, and I'M the jerk?!" he growled.
" Look!" I snapped. " I never did any of that shit! You can't condemn all your fans for the stupid actions of a few! Also, YOU chose the life in the limelight, if YOU can't take the consequences of being popular, lusted after, and basically wanted, then go grow yourself a beer belly and fucking quit already!"
During my tirade, his angry expression slowly melted into one of amusement. Instead of assuring me, it only served to feed my anger.
" Oh, go ahead! Laugh it up! You're a complete ass, and I thank you for opening my eyes to it!"
I turned to leave in a highly aggravated manner.
He reached around me and pulled the door shut, trapping me against it. He was fully pressed against my back, and all thoughts of leaving just flew right out the window.
" Lusted after?" he asked, with a deep, sexy chuckle. " Basically wanted? Damn, you really know how to sweep a guy off his feet."
Unwillingly, I giggled at the thought of me being able to knock this guy off his feet.
My amusement abruptly changed into something entirely different, as his growing arousal pressed insistently into my back.
Overwhelming waves of want and need came over me. I pressed back against him as my head fell back in surrender.
" Don't you dare play with me." I groaned.
" Even if I was, which I'm not… my body just made other plans."
I laughed in relief as his big arms wrapped around me.
My heart rate tripled as his lips began to gently nibble my ear, slowly descending down the side of my neck until he was nipping at my shoulders.
I turned my head in search of and finding his sensual lips, our mouths meeting in a frenzy of surging passion. His hips ground against me from behind, and I could feel that he was now rock hard.
His hands drifted up my ribcage to cup my breasts. Even through my shirt and my bra, I felt as if my skin had been branded. My breasts practically leapt into his palms, begging for more.
Later, I wondered how I'd gotten the nerve to become that brazen little hussy, but at that moment all I could think of was how good it felt. I guess that's the usual excuse for most people, but I never said I was a saint.
" You know my name," he murmured, between kisses. " but you still haven't told me yours."
" Jennifer…" I gasped, as his hands worked under my shirt and over my bra, to cup my breasts with his bare hands. " Jennifer Kimball."
" Very nice to meet you Jennifer."
" Just call me Jen… all my friends do." I said, breathlessly.
" Despite the lousy beginning, I'm beginning to really like this friendship of ours."
" Yeah, definitely liking it." He added.
With that, he reared back to grab the waist of my skirt. I gasped as he stripped both my panties and my skirt down my legs, worked them off my feet and then tossed them aside.
While crouching, he eyed my center, running his hands appreciatively over my rear.
" Beautiful…" he murmured.
I shivered in anticipation at the sound of that all too familiar 'line'.
He ran the palm of one hand over my mound, checking my readiness. Discovering that I was more than ready for him seemed to stoke him up even more.
He turned me and pulled me with him to the little built-in bench along one side of the booth.
" You're not the only one that can hardly wait, Mr. Diesel." I said, with mischief, pulling back and turning him to face me.
I then quickly undid his belt and pants, working my hand in, searching.
I grinned in triumph even as he groaned in approval, as my small hand found his straining tumescence. I eased it out of confinement and began to soothe it with both hands, dropping to my knees in front of him.
" Poor baby…" I murmured against the tip, making him groan again. " here, let mama take care of you."
He chuckled in amusement at my little game.
" I don't know whether to get really excited or jealous." He said. " It's gotta be excited, cos' I've never heard of a man getting jealous of his penis."
I laughed in response, still not moving my mouth from him.
My lips then began to explore what my hands had already discovered. With my lavish attention, I soon had his knees shaking, as he bit back moan after moan of pleasure.
In what felt like a few, short seconds, I felt I had learned all his sensitive points. Including what he liked to be done to him, and what he didn't. I was enjoying him immensely, and I didn't hold back one bit.
All too soon, he was pulling me up to straddle him, as he sat down on the bench. He whipped out his wallet from what seemed out of thin air, extracted a condom, donning it with a frantic sort of urgency. My disappointment over having my lip service halted, evaporated in a gasp of delight, as he took less than a second to position me, and sheathing himself completely deep inside me.
My arms wrapped instinctively around his wide, firm shoulders as I braced myself for what I knew was to be the ride of my life.
I barely had to move as he lifted and lowered me with apparent ease. Every time he sensed I was getting near to my release, he would slow way down, sometimes just teasing me with the tip. He soon had me begging in monosyllabic pleas for release.
By then, he had worked my shirt off and was showing my breasts the same kind of relentless pleasure. At times his mouth would mimic what his lower half was doing, and it drove me wild.
He soon had to continuously kiss me, in order to muffle my cries.
And then I was there…
I remember ripping away from him, grounding myself against him as I leaned way back. My first scream of release pealed out before he could bring me back to muffle me with more voracious kisses.
And then I muffled his groans as he twitched and then exploded within me.
Our cries mingled, as a second and third wave rolled over me.
I hung there, limp, my head resting on his shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around me.
A few minutes later, I tried to get off him, but his arms tightened about me.
" Where do you think you're going?" he demanded.
" I think we'd better get out of here." I stated, tenderly caressing his face. " I'm sure someone heard us, and I don't wanna be caught like this by security."
" Okay." He agreed, albeit reluctantly.
He then helped me to put myself back together, and I am still amazed that I didn't feel one bit of shame over what I'd just done. I mean, I always thought that I was a good lil' catholic girl, but all I'd felt at the time was complete satiation and wonder at it all.
I mean, I was still expecting to wake up any time soon.
As we playfully snuck out of the booth, I noticed a sour-mouthed old lady standing not too far off, eyeing me with disdain.
I lifted my head and stared right back.
Noticing my sudden silence, Vin turned and saw the lady.
" Hello ma'am," he said. " as soon as I finish here, I'm sure I can fit you into my schedule next."
She turned a marvelous shade of red and stomped off muttering something about the youth of today.
Before she'd gotten too far, I finally burst out laughing.
I didn't think it possible, but her back stiffened even more, as she hurried away almost at a run.
" That was great." I said to Vin, as he came over to put one arm around me. " Are you sure she won't make any trouble for you with the hotel, though?"
" I'm sure they'll probably thank me, actually." He answered, matter-of-factly. " Y'know for the sake of the milk."
" The milk?" I asked, nonplussed.
" Yeah… I'm sure it can't be good for the revenue, having to always replace all the milk she sours."
I burst out laughing again.
He then led me to the elevators, and as I was walking with him, I spotted Gina. She gave me a very energetic thumbs-up, as I just smiled happily at her, and waved goodbye. On the penthouse floor, he opened his door and held it open for me. He then took me by the hand and led me in… taking me not only into his room… but also into his life.
And I haven't looked back since.