The Convention (Open)

This thread is currently closed. What was intended to be a multiple character thread has turned into fangirl heaven. My apologies to anyone who may have been interested in joining.

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Grey was so excited - she had never been to a gaming/comic convention before. She was twenty-six and had always wanted to attend; it wasn't until this year that she found herself with the extra money and time.

She lived in the midwest, equally between the coasts of the United States. For years, attending college while working left her completely unable to consider taking the most-wanted trip. Then, she graduated and found herself perpetually busy. She was a webmaster by day and a wanna-be internet artist by night. She tried not to think of how much her webisode funds were being diminished by this trip. It would be worth it, she reassured herself. The costumes of fellow fans, celebrity appearances, panels, previews, booths...

Her trip out was uneventful. She arrived the night before the con and checked in to her room, which was contained within the establishment that would be hosting the events. Her eyes scanned those in the public areas, wondering how many of them would be dressed as a hero or villain tomorrow. She couldn't wipe the soft nerdish smile from her face as she walked to her room.

Grey woke up early the following morning. The excitement hadn't worn off; she leapt from the bed and made coffee before jumping in the shower.

She had wanted an armored costume, such as Ailyn Vel or Samus. She didn't have nearly enough time to prepare that, though, so she settled for another favorite. Tifa Lockheart.

The woman stood in front of the mirror and studied her form. She had quickly learned that she couldn't let her gaming habits effect her ability to take care of herself - the last couple years of getting back in to shape had paid off. Though she could never be quite as perfect as any character, she fit her present part well enough.

Her hair was dark brown and reached down past her hips, being cut in the front to frame her face. Her eyes were blue (though she would be wearing brown contacts for the day) and her skin fair. She let her eyes wander over her chest, which she had always been grateful for. Her natural D cup breasts were just big enough that she was never teased in school for being a nerd and people in general seemed to be more friendly than not. The trimness of her waist led to full hips and legs toned by a regular running regimen.

She took a fair amount of preparing. We will not bore the reader with details of Grey blow drying her hair and doing her make-up. It would suffice to say that once prepared, the woman looked herself over and hesitated only slightly before making her way out of her room.

She was wearing Tifa's outfit from FFVII. The woman blushed slightly as she made her way towards the convention events as she felt the eyes of others upon her. She tried to distract herself by observing their costumes in turn. Grey would give her compliments to other fans and even pause to take pictures with a few.

Her destination, though, was an autograph booth. She wanted to be there early, when the guests were still fresh and unworn from hours of non-stop fanspew and hand cramps. She stood in the line with half an hour until the event would open. She closed her eyes and smiled, picturing the only person she was really interested in meeting. She tried to talk herself down from acting like the total fangirl that she was, if that was possible. She would only have one chance at a first impression. Well. Unless she was so unmemorable that it would be like he had never met her at all.

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This is going to be a good con, Alex thought as he leaned against the table where he'd been set up. There wasn't really anything special about it as it was, just a general feeling he couldn't place yet at the moment.

There had been a time in his life when he hated conventions; hated the fact that people seemed to conflate who he played and who he was. For a time he just lost himself in his other endeavors. But somewhere along the line he'd discovered that what he'd done had mattered to some people, and they were the ones he should've been paying attention to instead of the naysayers. Lately Alex found himself enjoying the sense of connection --the sense of community-- these people shared.

This convention in particular seemed to hold a certain promise to it that was even more than that, though, and Alex found himself uncharacteristically eager to finally discover that intangible thing that kept nudging at him.

Hands in the pockets of his jeans, Alex scanned the early birds who milled about, waving back at the few who managed to recognize him and wave "Hi." Every so often, a more dedicated fan would walk up with a book or a magazine or a photo to sign, or actually buy one of his books and have that signed, or ask to have a picture taken with him.

"Something to boost yer wits before the real crowd comes in. +10 Coffee of Invigoration." Dan from the next table walked over and offered a steaming cup of coffee. "Someone's looking cheery today," he said as he pushed his thick-framed glasses up over his face.

"Well," Alex said after a sip of his coffee. "Earlier today I just got the news that this baby..." He patted a stack of his latest book. "...Is finally starting to move enough numbers on the market for my publisher to ask for a follow up. Bestseller two years in the making!" He and Dan shared a laugh at that, before Alex continued. "And there's just something about today, you know... Something... Brighter."

"Well, that's good to hear, specially after..." Dan made a little cough of discomfort, realizing he'd said too much.

"Mmm... Yeah." Alex smile dropped a few watts lower as he stood up, brushed imaginary lint off the front of his Scary Go Round ESSEN VERBOTEN shirt and pretended to fix the black blazer he'd draped on a chair behind the table. After that brief burst of motion, he found himself unconsciously rubbing a spot on his finger where, two years ago, an engagement ring sat.

For a while their conversation was hijacked by a fan who actually cosplayed as Alex's character from the old show who sheepishly asked to have a photo taken with him and get a few items signed.

"I guess this gives you a pretty good idea what you'd look like in the next fifteen years!" Alex joked as he signed an 8x10 for the guy.

In all fairness, Alex hadn't completely gone to seed in the intervening years. He still found enough time to work out and keep fit, but while he was lean and limber he thought he wouldn't be able to hold a candle to most younger men.

Not realizing that someone else had walked over, Alex started talking to Dan again. "Hey, are you and Liz still up for the annual dinner tonight? I mean, safety in numbers, right?"

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OOC: I hope the lady does not mind if I be so bold as to attempt a post. ^_^

Grey made some small talk with the other fans while she waited for the signing area to open. She was nervous. The conversations did little to distract her; she found herself unable to stop thinking about Alex and tried to prepare herself for whatever form of rejection she would receive from their meeting. She couldn't honestly expect him to have any personal interest in a fangirl, could she?

She tried to convince herself that her love of Alex's writing and podcasts would somehow make her a little more attractive than those that swarmed him about his career as a child actor. Grey could honestly say that she hadn't seen the famous series until the last year and only watched it because of Alex's involvement. She enjoyed it more than expected - not enough, though, that she could be considered at the same level as those that loved the series since its release. Grey couldn't help but realize that she would've been two during the airing of the first season.

As the event opened, Grey patiently made her way in and took several moments to soak in the sight of all the tables and booths. It wasn't long before her eyes settled on Alex. The sight of him gave her a sense of levity and despair.

She forced her feet to move. She was supremely self-aware and tried to make her approach look casual.

Grey watched as Alex interacted with a fan dressed as his former character. She couldn't help but smile - she was genuinely happy that Alex wasn't receiving the sort of character-hate that he had endured for so long.

She took her turn at the front of the table. As she overheard Alex talking to one of the other guests, she came upon several realizations. First, she had forgotten to bring her book. That was okay; it seemed Alex had more to sell. Second, she noticed the lack of a ring on the man's finger. Well. That wasn't something he mentioned on his blog or podcast. She suddenly felt even more pressured not to make a drooling idiot of herself.

The woman reached for the stack of books, taking one in to her hand. Alex glanced in her direction and she watched his eyes while his friend responded to his question. She didn't quite catch whatever the other man said.

She waited just long enough to ensure that she wasn't interrupting their conversation. When it seemed that Alex didn't have further comment for his friend, she smiled - well, she had likely been smiling the whole time, but she actively smiled - and spoke.

"Hello, Alex. I'm Grey," she offered her free hand to him. "I love your work. Particularly your podcast, blog, and fiction."

She certainly enjoyed his autobiography-type books, too. But as a writer herself, she assumed it would be more validating to hear that people liked his works of pure imagination. She wasn't just trying to flatter the man - she was being sincere. She could stand here and spew compliments all day but tried to restrain herself.

"I would be honored to receive an autograph and take a picture with you," she added.

For a short while, Alex stared at the girl in front of him. God, she's beautiful, kept running through his mind. Which was an achievement for her, given they were at a con. (He'd certainly had a good look or two at some of the Slave Leias that came in early.)

Dan snickered and coughed, and the noise brought back Alex's wits. He'd been shaking her hand the whole time.

"Um. Yes. Blog... Uh..." Alex mumbled good naturedly as he let go of her hand and fished for a Sharpie to sign Gray's book with. That was embarrassing. He was about to write off a generic message, caught himself, and with a shrug, penned instead: To Gray, the stunner who caught my eye at the con. ~Alex Richards He closed the book and handed it to Grey so she couldn't read it at once and be surprised at the penned flirtation later on, entirely forgetting to have her pay for it.

Alex's heart skipped a beat as his hand brushed over the silky flesh of her bared midriff while he guided her for their on-cam pose --she standing slightly in front of him holding the book up, him with his hand on her shoulder. Inadvertently (or, perhaps, subconsciously) his hand was too high on the mark, and fell instead on the crook of her neck. His thumb hid in the warm patch of skin on her nape, underneath her hair.

While Dan fumbled with Grey's camera, Alex felt a tremor run through the girl. He realized where his hand was, and afraid that he'd become too familiar, Alex moved the (possibly) offending hand to her shoulder. Making small talk, Alex said, "So... You read my silly ramblings? What did you think of 'Stalker?' "

It was one of his more recent attempts at fiction, a short story he'd released for free that he intended to develop into a full-blown novel (and novel series, hopefully), had he not been caught up in more... personal problems at the time.

The sensation of Alex's touch caused the girl to shiver slightly. She hoped he would somehow fail to notice but felt his hand reposition itself in response. Grey blushed and was prepared to start explaining how to use her camera to Dan - though she didn't know his name - when Alex asked her what she thought of Stalker.

"I enjoyed it," she spoke earnestly. "Though I admit I'm almost always disappointed with short stories in general. You had a lot of details that could only leave the reader wanting for a deeper understanding of what was going on. It was a great glimpse in to this world...and in to the suffering of the people of that world. I thought the death scenes were well crafted and the characters justified in their positions, but..."

She thought for a couple of moments.

"I guess, for me, the peak of interest was met with an abrupt end. The stalker's story was finished, sure, but...well. The world must have more to offer." She nearly started with her theories as to the themes of the short story but managed to stop herself. She had looked over at Alex while speaking and it was as if she had just noticed that he was looking back at her. She forced a small smile in an attempt to mask her embarrassment and glanced over at the man with her camera. He appeared to understand how to work the device and was obviously in waiting-mode.

"Oh! Sorry..."

She leaned in closely against Alex's chest, giving a big smile for the camera. She heard the shutter noise (which was totally fake and gay, it was a digital) and held for just a moment before taking steps forward to retrieve her camera. She looked at the line that had formed at Alex's table as she turned back towards him.

"Um..." she started, unsure of her ability to be forward with someone she so dearly admired. She might not have another chance, she reminded herself. "It looks like you're busy now," she said, motioning to the line. "But...if you'd like to discuss your writing...or...whatever..." she reached in to her top, pulling out a business card. She allowed it to lead her hand towards him. "I'm here all week, and I'd love to get to know you better."

She could feel her face burning. It wasn't like she asked if she could give birth his first-born child, but she felt about that level of vulnerability.

Alex was pleasantly surprised at Grey's summary dissection of his short story and found himself staring at her in a different light. This, it seemed, was no ordinary fan.

He found himself staring involuntarily again, as the young lady reached into her top for something. For a short while, he'd actually craned his neck to get an even better view, but managed to reassert his manners. Alex made a little cough of embarrassment. He hoped she hadn't noticed, else she'd think less of him.

"I'm here all week, and I'd love to get to know you better," she said as she handed over her business card. Alex's fingers brushed against hers as he took it, and he could swear he felt a jolt at the momentary touch.

Not wanting to seem too eager, he pocketed it without looking at the card. "Of course," Alex said, feigning nonchalance. "I'd love it, too."

Noticing something, Alex laughed softly and said, "Hey, relax. You're blushing." He lifted a hand to brush a stray lock of hair away from Grey's cheek. "Well," he said, shooting a quick glance at the line that was building up. "I... guess I have to get back to work. See you around."


During a lull in the proceedings, Alex found himself having a snack of burgers at Dan's booth.

"Well, someone's distracted today," Dan said with a snicker. "That girl got to ya, didn't she?"

"Which girl?" Alex said, pretending not to know.

Dan tore off a hunk of cheeseburger before answering. "The girl whose card you kept in your back pocket. Away from the other cards you've gotten today."

"Oh. Mmm, yeah. Her." Alex stared at his shoes for a moment, thinking. "You know I'm probably ten years older than her..."

"And that is a problem, why?"

Alex stared up at the ceiling, imagining Grey. He popped a fry into his mouth and chewed deliberately. "She's young. Pretty." He gestured at Dan with a french fry he picked up. "And smart." Sighed . "By the end of the con, she'd probably have a hundred other better-looking guys trailing her. She could have her pick."

"True," Dan said, nodding. "But are you really going to let that stop you?"


Alex sat at his table, waiting for the after-lunch crowd to come in. Not having a lot to do, he pulled Grey's card out of his pocket for the first time in the day...

And grinned.

He dialled her number, listened as she answered with a tentative "Hello?"

"Grey? It's Alex," Alex said. His heart was racing. "Alex Richards? Listen, I just realized I spelled your name wrong on the book. Can't have that now, can we? Maybe... I mean... I was wondering if you wanted to meet up later tonight... So I could give you a new one?"

Grey had to remind herself to breathe. Not only had Alex accepted her business card - he even pretended he might enjoy meeting with her again. The sensation of the man brushing a lock of hair from her face did anything but ease the girl's blushing. She smiled and nodded understandingly when he said he needed to get back to work.

"Yeah...see you," she responded. Unlikely, she guarded herself.

She couldn't help but watch the man as he turned to return his booth. Grey used several moments to let his image sink in to her mind, greedily studying his form. After awhile she glanced over towards Dan, who was watching her with an amused expression. Yeah, he totally saw what she did there. She gave him a sheepish smile accompanied by a small wave before spinning on her heel to leave the area. It would appear she wasn't interested in visiting any of the other autograph booths at the moment.

*****

By early afternoon, Grey found herself in need of a break. The convention was awesome...but it was also exhausting. She had toured most of what the day had to offer and spent an immeasurable amount of time chatting with other fans. It was all well and good until some creep dressed as Cloud Strife thought he had the right to grope her. Thankfully, security had taken her side on the issue and she wasn't escorted out (even though she was the only one to throw a punch).

She went to her room and laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. As her eyes closed she pictured Alex and daydreamed about their potential meeting.

Suddenly, the theme from Legend of Zelda burst in to the air. Grey immediately opened her eyes and reached for her cell, reading the unidentified number carefully. She would usually just let it go to voicemail, but what if...?

She answered. The voice that responded caused the young woman's mouth to hang open in disbelief. He talked just long enough for her to regain herself.

"Oh...uh...yeah. Of course. But only if you let me pay for it. I unintentionally stole this last one." She got up from the bed and walked over to the desk as she talked, looking at the book. She couldn't believe she hadn't opened it yet. She flipped open the cover and read what he had written; her heart stopped and she smiled.

"What's a good time for you?"

***** *** *****

Red sunset streaks painted the horizon as Alex leaned against a low stone wall outside the convention center, entertaining a group of fans. "Definitely, definitely. I loved every minute of it. The only thing I wish they had done was cast me in it, and have me cameo as a freaky fanboy who keeps screaming at the actor who played 'the kid' about how awful it was that there was a kid on the spaceship," he said with a grin. "I would have done that for free." The fans laughed.

As he continued the conversation, he kept watching at the people who passed by, scanning the crowd for Grey. They had agreed to meet here after he'd finished the day's duties, and he wasn't quite sure if she'd spent the day in the con or had gone somewhere else for a while.

After he'd closed up his booth earlier, Alex had popped up at Dan's booth to beg off of the dinner. Dan, surprisingly, was accommodating. "I'll handle Liz and the other guys. You just have fun tonight."

While another fan talked excitedly about his most recent TV appearance, Alex noticed Grey approaching, and he suddenly felt his knees weaken with an attack of the nerves. This is crazy, he thought. I feel like a schoolboy about to go on his first date.

"Excuse me, guys," Alex said, smiling apologetically. "My date's arrived." He picked up his book (still unsigned; he intended to do anything to extend the event out as much as possible) and turned to Grey as she stepped up to him...

Grey had spent the rest of her day preparing herself for the meeting. He's just a normal guy, she reminded herself. Still, the young woman couldn't push back the feelings she had developed for Alex from her exposure to his work. It wasn't his acting (though she wouldn't deny she got a thrill from seeing him on screen) - it was his autobiographical writings and his podcast that caused her attraction. She felt like she already had a good idea of who Alex was and she found him to be a much better person than people gave him credit. Not only was he not a total douche (as many internet people claimed - his most recent roles had been asshole characters, and somehow people decided "If he plays a douche so well, he must be a douche for real". The fallacies in their reasoning - or, rather, their inability to reason - was the only thing that kept Grey from starting forum flame wars. She refused to feed the trolls.), he was intelligent and funny. She had to admit that she didn't really know Alex and reminded herself not to act as if she did.

She found the man surrounded by fans and smiled broadly when his attention fell on her. Grey had since changed out of her Tifa costume, wearing a dark gray pleaded skirt, thigh-high white stockings, tall black boots, and a white button-up blouse. Her hair flowed unrestrained behind her and her brown contacts had been replaced by rectangular black frames, beneath which the blue of her eyes could be seen.

She was near enough to hear Alex excuse himself from the group of fans. She couldn't help but soar when he referred to her as his date. She tried not to let the statement cause her to be too overjoyed; still, when he turned back towards her with book in hand, she couldn't resist throwing her arms around him. She hugged him gently and breathed in his scent. As she pulled away, she took his free hand in hers. "Hey there, handsome." She glanced at the other fans only briefly before leading Alex away. She gave him a friendly smile as they walked away from the convention center. "Would you like to have dinner before we exchange books?" she asked with a hopeful tone.

Alex, surprised by the gesture, was acutely aware of the press of Grey's breasts as she hugged him. He felt the first stirrings of arousal twitch against the crotch of his jeans. Down boy, he scolded himself, even as he hoped she didn't notice.

"Dinner, definitely," Alex replied with mock seriousness as she took his hand and led him a few steps away. "The very least you could do for stealing a book is to spring for the starving writer's meal!" He winked at her after a pause.

While she giggled at the joke, Alex (heart hammering in his chest) leaned in and quickly sneaked a quick kiss to her lips --as it was, it had been nothing more than his lips brushing against hers with the slightest of pressures. As if nothing had happened he immediately said, "Come on, I've got an idea where to go."

***** *** *****

Agloe Argleton's sat hidden in an alleyway between Spring and Main, taking up two floors of one of the city's oldest loft buildings. Dimmed orange lights accented the rich colors of the varnished wood floor and cream fabric-lined walls. Painting and sculptures, also for sale, decorated the place all over without being overbearing or tacky. Semi-circular cushioned booths lined the edges of each floor for diners, the second floor cut away so that the customers staying there were afforded a view of the stage below.

Alex led Grey in as a violinist, accompanied by an electric guitar, was halfway through an extended rendition of the Gerudo Valley theme from Ocarina of Time. "Every con, this place features a band that covers geek culture themes: anime, video games, genre shows and films," he said. "Last year their highlight was a Mega Man medley. Anyway, I figured you might appreciate it.”

Up on the second floor, the pair made their way into a corner booth away from the stairs. The circular design kept their dining space private, but also made it so that instead of sitting across each other, they were just sitting at angles from one another. All one needed to touch the other was a quick scoot.

Alex placed his order with the waitress that approached, then watched as Grey did the same. He found himself studying the curves of her face, the soft lips he’d kissed just earlier, her shining blue eyes. As the waitress left, Alex said, a bit shyly, “I know it’s cliché, but you really do look amazing tonight.”

Grey smiled. "Thanks. You're pretty amazing yourself." She paused just long enough to appreciate Alex's brown eyes and familiar features. She had seen high resolution images and video of the man before, of course, but it was nothing like looking at him from an arm's length away. "I can honestly say I've never felt this sort of attraction to someone before..." She stopped herself and considered how fangirl-ish she sounded. She really didn't want to get written off as one of those obsessive chicks that put their celebrity crush on a pedestal that was too high to reach. "I mean, you're gorgeous. And your talents and humor... You seem like someone worth knowing." That certainly helped her case of I'm-not-unreasonably-in-love-with-someone-I-pretend-to-know.

Grey's drink arrived and she welcomed the short distraction. She leaned back in the booth and crossed her legs towards Alex, her raised foot nearly touching him under the table. She closed her eyes as she took a sip and quickly re-lived the moment when Alex had kissed her. It had taken every ounce of self-restraint available for her to not immediately offer herself to the man. She wasn't the type, to begin with, and hated to have Alex think she was easy. For him though? Yeah...she knew she had every intention of jumping him before the end of the night. At least spending some time with him beforehand would make her feel a little less shameless.

She placed her glass on the table and looked over at Alex, allowing the beauty of the music being played to fill her consciousness. It helped her to stop over-analyzing the situation and kept her from blushing.

Alex smiled in embarrassment as he listened to Grey talk about him, and quipped "Are you sure it's me you're talking about?" They laughed.

He whispered her name softly, and she paused. Alex took the chance to move closer to her and give her another kiss on the lips. It was a real one, this time --slow and deep. Partway into it he flicked the tip of his tongue across her bottom lip before biting it softly, teasingly, while one of his hands ran little circles along her inner thigh. Pulling away, Alex grinned as he watched Grey's cheeks flush red. "You are going to drive me crazy with all that blushing, lady," he said.

Over dinner Alex and Grey talked about a million little things as they cozied up to each other --he explored a little about her work, her art, her gaming, even. Once in a while, as they talked, he'd managed to inch out of his hesitation with fleeting touches to her hand or letting his hand rest a moment or two on her lap. He had to draw on all the self-control he had to keep from doing more.

As they enjoyed some after-dinner wine, Alex said, "It's getting pretty late, isn't it. Would you... like me to... take you home?"

Grey considered the question for several moments before responding. "Mm. My home is actually pretty far from here, but I'd settle for an escort back to my hotel room." She smiled. She would've settled for his place, but she lacked the boldness to say as much.

The contact the two had made during their dinner together had left Grey to realize how badly she wanted Alex. She could feel a dampness between her legs and an ache to have his more of his touch. Grey would make no delay in paying their tab and leaving with the man, holding on to his arm as they walked out together.

She had watched her consumption. Though she had no objections to having a drunken-induced good time, she limited herself so as to maintain her bearings throughout the evening. She happily walked back to the convention center with Alex by her side, talking about whatever subject struck them at the moment.

*****

When the two arrived outside of Grey's room, the young woman swiped her card through the lock and pushed the handle to the door down when she received the green light. She cracked the door just slightly before turning back towards Alex. She leaned back against the door to keep it open and took the man's hands in her own. She gently pulled him forward, her lips meeting his. She passionately kissed him open mouthed while backing in to the room. She didn't feel the need to verbalize her invitation.

When he didn't resist, she allowed the door to swing shut behind them. Hearing it relock itself, Grey released Alex from her kiss but continued to hold one of his hands. She led him to the bedroom of the suite and motioned for him to sit on the bed. He complied and Grey watched his expression carefully as she began to unbutton her blouse.

It was the first time in Grey's life that she had given in to lust without demanding certain promises from her partner. She knew that this was likely to be a one night stand; but for some reason that didn't bother her.

The opening of her shirt revealed a light blue bra that was intricately designed with lace. She took a few steps towards the bed before straddling Alex's lap. She pushed on his chest lightly, causing him to lay back on the mattress. She leaned down over him and kissed him again, running a hand over his cheek. Her hips moved in such a way that it was obvious that she craved his attention.

Alex found himself laughing a little at finding himself at Grey's room. He'd intended to have it mean he was bringing her with him, but he'd fumbled it with his obtuseness. He'd fumbled it deliciously, though, allowing Grey to seduce him completely as she led him inside.

He was completely mesmerized as the young woman locked her lips on his, felt himself stir at the feel of her mouth opening, and he hungrily returned the kiss. His eyes gazed at her intently as Grey led him onto the bed and took off her blouse in front of him.

Alex's erection tented the front of his jeans as Grey pushed him down onto the mattress, her lips on his, her hips grinding against him. One of his hands he ran through her hair, drawing her beautiful beautiful face to his to return kiss for kiss. His other hand, eager, wanting, roughly brushed over her hips, her thighs, her ass, pushing up and under her skirt. His hips involuntarily kept rising up from the bed desperate to return her pressure.

Breaking away momentarily from her lips, Alex let his tongue trace a wet line down along her neck, littering the trail with hungry little half-bites before fixing his lips on the blue lace of her bra. He kissed and sucked at the firm flesh under the fabric before finding the little bud of her nipple. He took it in his mouth, sucked hard and playfully nipped at it, enjoy the half-surprised moan it drew from her.

Alex's hands had met, going around her slim waist and pushing under the waistline of her skirt, grabbing handfuls of her soft, warm bottom and demandingly using the leverage to grind her harder against him.

The only thing that was stopping them from already actually having sex were the layers of clothes that were still between them...

Grey could feel his hardness rubbing against her clit through the fabric of his jeans and her panties. She continued to motion her hips over his as he worked his mouth on her breast and moaned with pleasure.

It was what she had always wanted. And she also wanted to ensure that Alex enjoyed himself thoroughly. Even if she - especially if she - was to only be a memory to him, she needed him to remember how much she loved him. How much she wanted to please him. She desperately wanted to be his, whether it be for a night or an eternity.

She kissed his neck, taking her time to work her way down his throat and to his collar. When she met the fabric of his shirt, her hands quickly worked their way up his body, underneath his clothing. She removed the garment while lifting him upwards and tossed it carelessly off of the bed. She took a moment to make eye contact with him before lowering herself to his chest.

She trailed her mouth down his body, enjoying every inch. She licked playfully and savored the taste of his flesh - she was no doubt as eager as he was when she met the border of his pants. She kissed along the hemline as she used her hands to free him from the burden of clothing. Once the button and zipper were undone, she allowed her knees to sink to the floor and eased her weight off of his body. She looked up at him with lustful eyes as she pulled his jeans down to his knees. She continued to move the fabric to his ankles and managed to remove his shoes and pants in a single swift motion. She ran her hands up his inner thighs and grasped his boxers firmly.

She paused before pulling them down. She lifted herself and allowed for her face to hover near his excited member, teasing it with her closeness. She backed off momentarily to reach back and remove the hooks of her bra.

She let the article slip from her shoulders and exposed her chest. Her D cup breasts were perfectly rounded and hosted large light pink nipples. Her surrounding skin was pale, as could have been easily guessed from seeing any other part of her. She returned her hands to Alex's boxers and slowly removed them from his person.

She returned to kissing his stomach, allowing her breasts to settle on either side of his dick. She moved her body up and down his length and used her hands to press the soft flesh against him. She continued this for almost a minute before greedily taking him in to her mouth.

She ran her tongue along the head of his cock, her breasts still pushed against his shaft. She had to release him from her chest to take him deeper. She eagerly took his length, pressing him to touch the back of her throat. She placed one hand around the base of his cock, working it in conjunction with the motion of her lips. Her other hand trailed lightly down his inner thigh and found itself gently cupping his balls.

Grey couldn't resist the urge to look up at Alex when she was at the apex of her motion. She wanted to know that he was enjoying himself as much as she was. After several minutes, the girl removed her hand from his balls and pushed her fingers past her own panties - she pleasured herself as she devoured his length. She couldn't help but moan and the use of her vocal chords caused a vibration effect on his cock.

She removed her mouth from him but continued to hold him with the hand that was not devoted to herself. She licked from his base to the tip slowly, watching for his reaction. She then lowered her face and gently took one of his balls into her mouth.

She suckled softly and used her tongue to massage it. Grey used her hand to continue to stroke his length, her other hand roughly rubbing against her clit. She moaned lustfully.

Eventually, she would pay similar attention to the other ball. She took her time and used her hand slowly in it's pathing. She didn't want him to get off just yet.

She returned to her former position, taking his shaft in to her mouth and placing one hand to gently massage his balls. She didn't have a hand on the base of his cock and therefore took him deeper than before - it took her several motions before she could feel the flesh of his stomach against her lips at his deepest. He was honestly bigger than anything Grey had attempted before but she managed to repress her gag reflex.

She would try to get him close before backing off. She enjoyed herself in such a manner for an extended period of time before removing herself from him completely. She would sit back on her heels and wipe her mouth before smiling up at him.

She stood, already topless. She reached back to unfasten her skirt and let it fall to the floor. It seemed that her panties matched her bra, though the top component was already missing. She kicked off her boots and placed her thumbs under the side fabric of her panties.

She waited for a moment, watching Alex with a small smile on her lips. All he had to do was say that he wanted her and all would be his.

The girl was hungry, practically ripping his clothes off, and Alex was thankful to whatever god there was that he'd done something to endear him this much to Grey.

He bit his lip to stifle a moan, and failed, as he felt her press her breasts around his cock. She stroked him in their warm, pillowy grip and his hips lurched up, eager for more.

Alex got it, as Grey released him just long enough to take him into her mouth. His hand grabbed a handful of her hair as his head fell back and he let out a growled "Fuck!" as she sucked him hard, her tongue flicking along his hard, throbbing length, her moans adding a level of pleasure as they vibrated through him. He was already breathing shallowly when he felt Grey take him all the way into her throat. If he had not been so wound up in pleasure he'd probably have lost control, grabbed her head, and fucked her mouth hard.

When she stopped he managed to unclench his eyes, and saw her smiling naughtily at him, bathed in sweat as he was. As he watched her remove her final bits of cloth Alex couldn't help but notice how wet her panties were.

"Grey..." he managed to gasp... "You can not imagine how much I want to fuck you right now." He had wanted to say something more urbane, but it seemed that all the blood was leaving his brain and going somewhere else...

Grey smiled at Alex's words and allowed her hands to pull the fabric of her panties off, leading them down to her knees before letting them fall to the floor. She stepped out of material and approached Alex. Her mound was well trimmed and what little hair she had there resembled a landing strip.

She motioned for the man to reposition himself on the bed, laying in the center of the mattress with his head resting on the pillows. Once situated in such a manner, the young woman climbed on to bed and crawled over to him. She didn't waste any time before she straddled his lap.

She could feel the hard underside of Alex's dick pushing against her slit - and without any clothing barriers, she knew that her juices were soaking his length. She leaned down and kissed Alex passionately as she rubbed herself against him, her body already trembling with pleasure.

She released his mouth and sat up, allowing him a great view of her body as she ran her fingernails lightly down his chest. She brought her hips forward and felt the tip of his member brush against her lips; with a reverse of her motion, and a slight adjustment of her angle, she felt him begin to enter her.

Grey let out a moan as she slowly took his length. She felt Alex's hands rest on her hips - just when she thought he was deep inside of her, the man thrust upwards while his hands pulled her down firmly. She gave a surprised and supremely pleasureful moan.

She could feel her chest bouncing with the rhythm the two developed. It would appear the young woman was what some may call a vocal lover - as she rode her mount, she lustfully called out Alex's name and professed how amazing he felt inside of her. Between that and the moaning (and the headboard of the bed crashing in to the wall), the room was never silent.

She leaned down over his body, taking in the scent of his sweat. She nuzzled at his earlobe before kissing his neck, allowing her body to continue to work over his. The taste of him was just a little more than she could handle and her body quivered, "A-Alex! I'm so close!"

Alex reveled in Grey's wanton cries as she rode him hard. Gripping her hips tight he matched her thrusts with his own, lifting his hips and driving himself deep into her.

He felt her inner muscles tensing on the verge of orgasm. When Grey leaned in, moaning the inevitable, Alex gripped her body tight against his. One hand drew her head close against his neck, and Grey bit into the muscle of his collar as she began to shudder. His other hand, resting on the small of her back, slid down between the fleshy mounds of her buttocks, teasing her asshole.

Alex hissed into her ear, "Grey... Cum for me... Cum with me inside you..."

Grey lost control. She enjoyed the sensation of Alex playing with her ass, but what really pushed her over the edge was his voice. That voice, which she had pleasured herself to before, said what she could only previously imagine. She came hard.

She dug her nails possessively into his shoulders as she felt herself milking Alex for his seed. She cried out his name in an almost growl.

Her face and upper chest flushed - her entire body felt as if it was on fire. She took some of his flesh in to her mouth and sucked hard. It was just below his collar bone and would no doubt leave quite the crimson mark in its wake.

"Oh...My...God..." she would rasp with satisfaction. She took to kissing his neck for several moments while her overwhelming pleasure subsided. Her legs, still covered by silken hose, trembled against Alex's body. She trailed her lips up his neck and found their way to his mouth, giving him another deep kiss. Her levity couldn't be described.

Breaking away from the kiss, the woman pulled herself back and stared into his magnificent eyes. She was no less mesmerized than before.

Alex lay there for a while, smiling, as Grey cooled on top of him, trembling. He found he needed to recover his breath as well. Reaching up, he caressed her cheek softly. "You're going to drive me, crazy, you..."

Pulling himself up, Alex grabbed a hold of the girl, drawing her tight against him. He drew a line of kisses along her neck, before meeting her open mouth. His tongue flicked against Grey's lips for a second before pushing in to meet hers. Breaking off the kiss, he grinned evilly. "It's my turn, I guess?" he smirked. "I think it's time we stopped playing nice."

Alex moved and shift so that Grey was now underneath him. Not having cum yet, he was still rock hard inside her, and with leverage now on his side he could move better. Hungry and worked up, Alex held Grey hard against the mattress. "Naughty. Little. Girl," he hissed into her ear as he emphasized each word with a hard thrust.

Grey gasped in surprise as Alex pulled out of her tight hole, letting the bulbous tip brush along her belly, her chest, and finally to her mouth as he moved up over her. "Take it in your mouth, Grey," he said.

Grey obediently licked the glistening head of his cock as she took it in her hands, before starting to suck and lick at it again like she'd done before. Alex thrust slowly into her following the tempo of her sucking.

"Mmm... Yeah, you like my cock so much, huh?" Alex said, loving the feel of her mouth working on him. He took her hands off him, gripping a wrist in each hand. "If you want it that bad, here it is again!" Alex growled, jamming his cock all the way into Grey's mouth, pinning her to the bed by her hands. He didn't bother to start slow and gentle anymore. He just started pumping up and down. Grey let out a muffled cry as Alex's cock violated her mouth, unable to stop him. He was thrusting all the way into her throat now, his balls bouncing against her chin.

Starting to relax, Grey seemed to have found her stride, waiting until Alex's cock was completely inside her mouth before sucking on it as hard as she could. Alex enjoyed it and slowed down, "That's it... Suck me..."

As she continued to take him in her mouth, Alex decided to give her a treat of
her own. He shifted again until he was facing her pussy. Smiling, he pushed a finger into her pussy and started moving it in and out while playing with her clit as well.

Grey's moaning vibrated against his cock, and encouraged Alex even more. He pushed a second finger in, and after a few more thrusts, decided to add another finger.

When her inner thighs began to twitch again as she built up to cumming, he pulled his now glistening fingers out of her. Lowered his face against the hot, wet warmth of her pussy, Alex brushed his tongue against her lips before thrusting its hardened tip inside. Grey's hips began to buck against him as he ate her out and began to attack her clit.

Alex's cock slipped out of Grey's mouth as gave as strained moan and her body pulled taut, when two of his cum-slick fingers worked their way into her asshole, and he began to fuck her ass hard and deep with his fingers. "Tell me what you want, Grey, tell me where you want my cock to be..."

Grey was startled by Alex's ferocity and came close to panic as he pinned her wrists to the bed. She tried to protest as he took her mouth with his cock, slamming in to her at a pace that cut off her breathing frequently. It wasn't long after that she realized she enjoyed this rougher style of play; she could feel her body responding with a level of lust she had never felt before.

She wanted to be his.

She adjusted to the way she was being used and tried to deliver the most pleasurable performance of which she was capable. His words, demanding as they were, only caused her a greater want to be his personal toy.

She felt Alex readjust himself before one his fingers pushed it's way inside her cunt. She couldn't repress a whorish moan, which was rewarded by additional digits. Just when she felt herself approaching a second climax, he stopped. His attention was then delivered by mouth, which caused the girl to go wild with desire. She thought it couldn't get any more intense when he pulled his cock out of her mouth and thrust two fingers into her asshole.

She let out a gasp with his initial advance but seemed to be enjoying his exploration after a few moments. She couldn't stop herself from panting, her face flushed brightly.

"Tell me what you want, Grey, tell me where you want my cock to be..."

"I-I..." she started, obviously embarrassed. She wanted him to fuck her in the ass, to take everything he could from her. She felt like she was admitting that she was a dirty slut to ask for such a thing. Her trembling body refused to let her weigh the situation of her pride versus lust, though, and after only a slight hesitation she continued.

"I want...to feel your cock fill my asshole," she admitted, interrupting herself with intermittent moans. "...You will be the first to have my entire body," she added. The fact thrilled her.

Alex's cock would've become even harder if it could when he heard Grey admit that he'd be the first one to take her anally. There was a part of him that wanted to ease her first experience of it, but it was lost in the haze of passion. He always had a hidden mean streak. He'll make it up to her later...

Alex shifted again, flipping Grey onto her belly and straddling her thighs. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her back. He ran the palm of his other hand over the smooth skin of her asscheeks, groping her roughly, taking handfuls of the soft mounds, pinching and squeezing them.

Without warning, Alex laid a heavy slap on Grey's ass, the sharp THWACK! a quick prologue to the girl's shriek of pain. Her body bucked, but couldn't do much with Alex's weight holding her down both above and below her waist. He landed a rain of blows on her buttocks as he spoke.

"Dirty." THWACK!

"Little." THWACK!

"Slut." THWACK!

Grey's ass was tinged with red by this time, and the last slap had gotten an involuntary "FUCK!" from her lips. It turned Alex on even more to hear her cuss and talk dirty in that soft voice of hers.

"You want me to fuck your slutty little ass?" Alex hissed at her, dishing out another barrage of heavy slaps against her ass. "You want me to make you my bitch?" He moved up to press the head of his cock between her asscheeks, pressing it against her unlubed hole.

"TAKE IT!" he screamed at her, thrusting hard into her tight, dry asshole. Grey screamed loudly as the head popped into her ass, and Alex forced himself deep into her, stretching her out. Grey was tense and quivering, face buried into the mattress to stifle the sobs that started to rock her slim frame. Alex thought her ass so tight it would rip his cock off if she clenched even more, the little ring of muscle spasming after being forced open too fast.

Breathing deep to clear his head, Alex allowed Grey a moment to get used his girth inside her. After that moment's pause he began to fuck her brutally, not wasting any time and going directly to a fast rhythm. As Grey moaned and squealed in pain and discomfort, Alex pounded in and out of her ass.

"Shit... Grey... Your ass feels so good," Alex gasped, feeling the warmth building up inside his balls. He eased his weight off her thighs, pulling her hips up with his free arm so that his cock pressured inside her at a different angle. He leaned onto her so that his cock buried to the hilt into her ass, and he fucked her with short, quick, rabbit thrusts.

Now that he could, Alex led his hand to Grey's pussy. She was soaked. He began to finger her in time with his thrusts, pushing two fingers inside her clenching sex. With each push of his fingers, he let his palm drag over her throbbing clit.

"I'm gonna cum in your ass, Grey," Alex grunted "I'm gonna cum in your dirty little slut ass..."

Grey had never allowed her partners to spank her and had responded badly to even the most playful of smacks. She was surprised, then, that Alex's heavy-handed blows to her ass caused a pain that excited her. When he coupled the slaps with verbal abuse, she could feel her cheeks glowing and couldn't help but let a vulgarity slip.

She didn't respond to his first question and received another series of hard smacks. His second question inspired the girl to practically beg for it. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her virgin hole and feared that he didn't intend to be gentle - still, she requested: "Please...take me. I want to be yours..."

She screamed out in pain when he pushed himself inside of her. Grey soon found herself burying her face in the mattress to stifle her sobbing as Alex satisfied himself. It hurt so much. She felt like she was being ripped apart.

It seemed to go on forever.

Alex lifted her slightly and the new position of his cock in her ass caused a fresh wave of intense pain. She moaned, the noise tinged with agony. When he used his hand on her cunt she realized how wet she was - she really was a slut. Her body loved the abuse and Grey was nearing the best orgasm of her life.

"Cum inside of me," she begged in response to his words. "Cum inside of my ass and make me your slut!"

She clenched her teeth and braced herself. His deep, unlubed penetration was so tight and painful that she had no doubt she would feel it well in to the next day. She growled as she felt her pussy gripping his fingers. Her body began to tremble more violently than before - she was approaching climax.

"Oh god, Alex! I want your cum!"

Alex released Grey's hands. While he continued to pump both cock and fingers into the girl, he grabbed a handful of her hair and cruelly pulled her up by it. Biting into the flesh of Grey's shoulders and neck, relishing the salt taste of her sweat as he flicked his tongue against the skin between his teeth. Alex then nipped Grey's earlobe as he gasped. "Fuck... I'm cumming... Grey... I'm gonna cum in your ass..."

Alex thrust up and hard with his with his hips, burying his cock deep into Grey's grasping hole, and feeling the insane pressure burst from his balls as his cum spurted inside her. His other hand eagerly worked against her now sopping sex. "I want you to cum again, Grey... Cum for me... I want your slutty little pussy to cum for me..."

Grey couldn't deny him. As she felt his hot seed pour in to her ass, she reached up to pinch her erect nipples and gave a moan that turned in to a pitifully whore-ish cry. Though her attention was elsewhere, the sharp feeling of Alex yanking on her hair reverberated throughout her being and truly made her feel like his possession.

She loved it.

Her body spasmed and her pussy gripped tightly around the man's fingers, as if it was trying to pull him deeper.

"I'm cumming," she said from behind clenched teeth. Her entire body shook as she let the pleasure wash over her - she easily climaxed for twenty seconds and absolutely drenched Alex's hand in her juices.

Her body continued to lightly tremble afterwards. "Oooh, Alex..." she whispered, her tone still loving as ever. She would drop her hands to the mattress and wait for him to release her from his grasp.