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Authors name: Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
Story title : Journal of an Agent: Natalie Portman

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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 15 - Natalie Portman
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)

***


Rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands, I reclined 
back in my chair. Sitting at the large mahogany desk of 
my office, I stared out the window just a few feet away 
from me and watched the gentle rain trickle down the 
windowpane outside. This was an uncharacteristic shower 
for this time of year, but things were so dry all over 
California that it was certainly appreciated. Outside the 
just fallen night was broken by the orange glow of 
radiant and buzzing street lamps all the way up the road 
as far as I could see. Other than the occasional car 
horn, the night seemed still and perfect.

I was startled by a knock on my open office door. It was 
Julie, my assistant, who was working as late as I was. 
Though I have recalled some quite wild tails in these 
past chapters of this journal, the truth is that I still 
have to maintain and do paperwork like everyone else out 
there. Tonight happened to be one of those nights.

"Working late too huh?" Julie said softly. She leaned 
against the side of the doorframe with a few file folders 
in her hand, bouncing them absently on her hips.

For those who don't know, or may have forgotten, Julie is 
my personal assistant here at Shooting Star Talent 
Agency. Her mother used to work for my father before I 
took over the business when he passed away. Julie's 
mother left the agency as well, but she left her daughter 
there to help me out.

From day one, I knew that Julie was a beautiful woman. 
She seemed to be of Italian descent, with beautiful black 
hair and a rich olive complexion that often times seemed 
to reflect or radiate light. Her eyes were a deep emerald 
green and were set into her face perfectly, and her nose 
and lips were small as well. She had spent most of her 
life in California I later learned but even if she 
hadn't, she would have been one of the thousands of young 
girls who might have come here to LA to seek a movie 
career. I didn't know much about her past, other than 
that she had moved here with her mother when she was 
young due to "personal issues". I had never pressed the 
issue and didn't see a point in doing so. The California 
weather had been good to her, tonight's rainy drizzle 
aside, and she seemed to get more beautiful every day.

Tonight she was wearing a red silk blouse that clung to 
her C cup chest tightly, billowing out at the neckline to 
expose her tan, flawless neck and upper cleavage, and a 
black skirt that barely went past her thighs. On almost 
any other woman, the outfit would have looked slutty but 
Julie made it look classy.

Due to my involvement with the celebrities of the firm 
that I have written about thus far, I never had tried to 
pursue a relationship with Julie. At first I thought she 
wasn't interested in me, but it seemed like I would catch 
her staring at me dreamily in occasional moments. I knew 
that when I started dating Alyssa Milano seriously a 
while back she became upset with me, using the "Don't mix 
work with pleasure" reasoning. After I ended up blowing 
that, she seemed to cool down and recently I could sense 
a bit of flirtation in her voice and actions when we 
spoke.

"Yea, just trying to finish up some of these contracts. I 
hate paperwork bullshit like this. It's just a bunch of 
hoop jumping the studio does to prevent both sides from 
getting the lawyers involved if our stars fucking up," I 
sighed, rubbing my hand through my hair.

"I understand. The unglamorous life of an agent I guess," 
Julie said with a small smile. "And his personal 
assistant of course, who is here just as late helping 
him," Julie said, putting her hands on her hips.

I chuckled at that and tapped a pen on my desk. "Yep. But 
hey, you know I appreciate everything you do for me, 
don't you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"I guess I do," Julie said, staring out the window I was 
looking at minutes before. Walking over to the window, 
she turned her back to me and was silent for a moment.

I had leaned forward and was about to start my work again 
when Julie spoke.

"Dean, I know I've been a bitch to you sometimes around 
the office," she said.

"No, Julie you've kept me in line more than anything," I 
replied.

"I know that, but I also know that I've been preachy to 
you as well. You know, about you going out with clients 
of the agency, stuff like that," she continued, still 
facing away from me.

"Well, I've always appreciated your concern towards that 
but I think I can keep a good balance of things most of 
the time," I said, not really concentrating on what she 
was saying.

"I know you have. So far anyways. But, and I know this 
will sound hypocritical, but what are your feelings 
towards interoffice relationships?" Julie said.

I dropped my pen. "Well, that would all depend on the 
people I suppose. Why? Is Danny the mail boy fucking one 
of the receptionists?" I said, my throat suddenly getting 
a little dry.

"No. It's not that at all. In fact, it's something more 
personal...for me at least," Julie said. I could sense 
some tension in her voice and though I knew where she was 
going with this, I didn't want to make the wrong move by 
jumping to conclusions.

"I just wanted to know your feelings towards a 
relationship with say a boss and his...personal 
assistant," Julie said, trailing off the last part so 
that it was barely audible. Julie turned to face me and 
the dim light of the room caught her emerald eyes at just 
the right angle so that I could read her almost 
perfectly. Shining brightly, her eyes had this look of 
nervousness and excitement, combined with affection all 
rolled into one. My suspicions were true, she DID have 
feelings towards me. Acting cool, I made one more 
pretense to try and make sure I wouldn't look like an 
ass.

"Well, that is something I'm not quite sure on regarding 
my feelings. I'd have to know exact names perhaps," I 
said, turning to face Julie in my chair.

"Names huh? Well, let's see. The girl is obviously..." 
she said softly. "Me. And the man's name is...Dean," she 
said softly. I saw her hand on the folder was shaking a 
little. She clearly wasn't used to making the first move, 
which makes sense given her looks. Now that it was out in 
the open, I considered my words carefully.

"Wow. Well Julie, I never had thought about you in that 
way," I said and I saw her face drop a little, so I acted 
quick to keep from crushing her. "But, that doesn't mean 
I don't think it can't work. In fact, I'd be more than 
willing to give it a try," I said, gazing deep into her 
eyes as I spoke. The truth was, I had considered it 
before but had never pursued. Now that she was throwing 
herself on me, I thought it was worth a try to do it.

Julie's eyes had lit up when I spoke and I knew she was 
excited. Taking a step towards me, she leaned forward and 
kissed me, falling into my chair. The kiss was extremely 
passionate as I felt her tongue snake into my mouth. Her 
mouth was hot and soft as I moved my tongue into hers as 
well. Julie leaned into me, pressing the weight of her 
large breasts into my chest. I could feel her nipples 
stiffening through the fabric and I could tell she was 
definitely excited about finally getting what she wanted. 
Julie's hair hung in front of her face as we kissed and 
the silkiness of it brushed against my cheek. Julie swept 
it aside and broke our kiss, out of breath a little.

"I've wanted to do that for so long Dean, you have no 
idea. Ever since I saw you, I've wanted to kiss you like 
that and feel you pressed against me," Julie said.

"Yes, that was great Julie," I replied. 

"Now, why don't you let me try something else I've wanted 
to do since you got here," Julie said with a sly smile. I 
nodded in reply, giving her permission to do with me as 
she wanted.

Putting her hands inside my shirt, I felt her fingers 
slide across my chest. Her hands were warm and soft. 
Suddenly, she took hold of my shirt and ripped it open, 
the room filling with the sound of the fabric tearing. 
Buttons went flying everywhere as Julie opened my shirt. 
Dropping her head down to my chest, she ran her tongue 
around my right nipple, sucking and licking on it just to 
tease me, and then made her way to the other nipple and 
did the same. Un-tucking my shirt, she slid it off over 
my shoulders. Julie was now sitting on my lap in my over-
stuffed leather desk chair. Balancing on my legs, she 
moved her hands up to her own shirt. 

Rubbing her hands over her breasts seductively, teasing 
and getting her own nipples hard, Julie unbuttoned and 
pulled off her blouse. Her breasts jiggled a little as 
she sat just a few inches from me in her lacy black bra. 
I moved my hands out and palmed her breasts with my 
hands, rubbing my fingers over and around her warm flesh, 
flicking her nipples with my thumb and forefinger. Julie 
moaned in contentment as I slid my hands down to her trim 
and firm belly, taking hold of her by her hips. Julie 
reached her arms around back and gave me a sexy smile as 
she unclasped her bra and let it slide forward on her 
shoulders onto my lap.

Her firm, perky breasts were now free of their last 
entrapment and were more glorious than I imagined. As 
dark complexioned as she was, Julie's breasts had no 
instance of a tan line and were the same skin tone as the 
rest of her body. Her nipples were a very light shade of 
pink and covered a good deal of the front of her breasts. 
I had always thought they had been enhanced somewhat, but 
now that they hung firm and without a hint of sag in 
front of me, I knew that Julie had been blessed with a 
gift from nature.

"Now that we have that taken care of," Julie said with a 
sigh. "Let's get back to what I wanted to do,"

Julie slowly slid off my lap, my fingers trailing off of 
her breasts as she did so, and got down on her knees in 
front of me. Unzipping my slacks with one hand, Julie 
masterfully worked my pants and boxer shorts down and off 
my legs. I was already almost at full mast in hardness, 
but once her hand grazed my balls and took hold of my 
shaft, it was like an electrical current ran through my 
dick, hardening it like a steel rod.

Julie moved her hand up and down my shaft slowly at 
first, rubbing her thumb across the head of my cock with 
every up and down stroke, playing with my foreskin. 

"I had heard rumors," Julie said quietly as she jacked me 
off at a slow, maddening pace, her eyes never leaving my 
tool. "About your father's size...and your size. I never 
believed it to be true. Until now of course," she said.

Guilty as charged I suppose. My semi hard cock had turned 
into a 9-inch monster almost instantly when she laid her 
hands on me, and now it was almost painfully hard.

Julie adjusted herself on the floor, her naked back 
pressed against one of the file cabinets of my desk. 
Crawling up towards me, her mouth hovered over my dick as 
she positioned herself to take it in her mouth. Her hot, 
soft breath was an incredible tease and I found myself 
panting and sweating in the moment of anticipation. 
Lowering her mouth and soft lips on top of my head, she 
slowly slid her tongue out of her mouth as she worked 
more and more of my cock into her mouth. I felt her 
cheeks bulge a little as she finally got all of my meat 
into her throat, an impressive task that few women had 
done before.
	
Julie began slowly moving her mouth up and down my shaft 
like she had done minutes before with her hand. Sucking 
hard on my cock with each downward motion, Julie's tongue 
slid around my cock erratically. Pulling her mouth off of 
my shaft to catch her breath, Julie again quickly moved 
her mouth down onto me, picking up her pace. Her tongue 
and lips would occasionally slide off of me, but only for 
a moment so that she could lick and tease the purple head 
of my hard cock, savoring the taste of my pre-cum.

The blowjob she was giving me, an incredible one by any 
standards, had been going on for over 15 minutes before I 
got that all too familiar feeling of cum bubbling up. 
Julie's pace and tempo had kept me from cumming longer 
than almost any celebrity ever had, and I knew that this 
load would be a big one. 

"Julie...I'm gonna cum!" I panted.

Julie looked up at me, her emerald eyes lost deep in 
mine. She pulled her mouth off of me, but left her 
acrobatic tongue to slide all the way up my shaft, 
tickling the head as the final tease. That was enough to 
do it for me, and I felt my cum escape from me like a 
rocket, shooting straight up out of my shaft and an inch 
or so into the air. Just as quickly as she had taken her 
mouth off, Julie put it right beneath the eruption and 
caught the first few spurts directly on her tongue and 
lips. The rest of my flood landed on her cheek and nose, 
a small trickle sliding down her beautiful neck before 
stopping right above the nipple of her right breast.

Julie licked her lips and cheek clean, smearing what cum 
had remained on her into her breasts. I was still 
amazingly hard, and I grabbed her by the shoulders to 
pull her up to me. Standing up, it was my turn to tear.

Grabbing her skirt by the waistband, I unbuttoned it in 
one place and pulled it off of her in one swift motion. 
Julie was left standing there in front of me now in just 
black panties that matched her bra. I could see a bit of 
moisture forming between her legs, signaling she was just 
as excited as I was.

"Ooohh...I like a man who is forceful," Julie cooed, 
slipping her thumbs into her panties and pulling them 
down over her hips. I was surprised to see that she was 
shaven bare, but that her aroused pussy lips were already 
damp with her own moisture and juices. We were both naked 
now, as Julie spread her legs over me and sat down almost 
on my belly, her hairless pussy just inches from my 
dribbling, hard cock. Rocking her ass back and forth on 
me, Julie slowly slid her cunt up to my shaft and rubbed 
it (and her juices) up and down my hardness. She had 
tremendous strength and balance in her arms and I 
wondered to myself if she had been a gymnast or dancer in 
her younger years. 

I took hold of my cock in my hand and pointed it up 
towards her waiting hole, knowing that we were both well 
lubricated for what was to come. Guiding her by her hips, 
I slowly lowered Julie onto my shaft as she sunk down 
onto me.

Julie moaned loudly, filling our entire 3000 square foot 
office with her cries of ecstasy. Julie's snatch was 
incredibly tight and it felt like she almost had to 
stretch to accommodate me.

"Sorry about that," Julie panted, rubbing her hands up 
and down my chest. "I've never had a cock so big inside 
me. God, I feel so full!"

I smiled devilishly and began to work myself in and out 
of her, guiding her up and down off of my lap. My balls 
occasionally would smack against the cleft of her ass, 
adding extra pleasure and excitement to her already 
aroused lower region.

Julie grinded herself up and down on top of me, closing 
her eyes and savoring the feeling every time she would 
fall downwards onto me. I was enjoying the feel of her 
soft, warm cunt, but my legs were getting sore from 
having to support her. Using my free hand, I swept aside 
the papers on my desk and lifted her up onto the heavy 
wooden surface.

Laying down on the desk, Julie was able to spread her 
legs wider and give me better access to her pussy. I 
picked up my pace in hammering into her, guiding myself 
in and out of her with one hand and using my other to rub 
her clit back and forth between my fingers. It was 
difficult keeping my fingers inside of her cunt, as she 
was writhing around like a woman possessed on top of the 
desk. I felt Julie's body tense up under me and then 
shudder as she exploded in orgasm.

"OHHHHH YESSSS!!! DEAN YEESSSSS!!! I'M CUMMINGGGG!" Julie 
cried out as her juices exploded out from inside her 
pussy like a firework. The room soon filled with the 
squishing sound as I used her cum for better lubrication 
and continued to thrust in and out of her twat. 

I moved my hand up and rubbed it over her breasts, 
teasing and massaging her nipples while I used the edge 
of my desk as support to get even deeper into her than I 
had before. I felt her inner walls stretch around me as I 
bottomed out within her completely now. Julie's large 
round nipples stiffened even harder now as she orgasmed 
again, her snatch and my inner thighs now totally covered 
in her juices.

Her mind-blowing blow job had given me extra stamina and 
I kept slamming into her for what felt like hours, 
rocking the desk back and forth on it's wooden legs as we 
both kept pace with each other during our fucking. Julie 
had stopped thrashing finally and was now thrusting her 
hips up at me every chance she got, urging me on towards 
orgasm. 

I felt my cockhead expand some and then felt a torrent of 
cum shoot out of my cock deep into her pussy. Julie 
crisscrossed her legs around my waist, thrusting me 
deeper into her as I came, lining the insides of her cunt 
with stream after stream of hot sticky cum. 

I kept on fucking her until my now well-worn dick went 
soft and slid out of her with a soft squishing sound. We 
had made quite a puddle beneath us, our cum pooling 
around the inside of Julie's thighs and covering her 
shaved pussy and tight ass with sticky juices. 

That night, we went back to my house and fucked for even 
longer than before, until Julie passed out on top of me 
in exhaustion. Both of us called in sick the next day and 
we slept on and off and made love like two horny rabbits.

*

Over the next few weeks, our relationship grew, although 
this was mostly Julie's doing. Every day I would have 
some sort of gift waiting for me on my desk. As the weeks 
ran on, the gifts became more and more erotic. The first 
day had been flowers, the fifth nude pictures of her and 
by our two-week anniversary Julie had slipped pairs of 
moist, cum coated panties into my desk when I wasn't 
looking. Each gift was accompanied by a note that, like 
the gifts, was more and more erotic every day.

The truth of the matter was, while the sex was great and 
the gifts were almost always a constant turn on, the 
relationship didn't seem to be moving past that. We had 
very little in common in regards to music or even movies, 
ironic given the sort of business we were in. And the 
phone calls. My God the phone calls. They had seemed 
innocent at first, calling to say things like "I'm so 
horny sitting here thinking about you," and "I can't wait 
till tonight when I can fuck your brains out," to things 
a little more disturbing.

One night during our 3rd week together she called and 
left 15 messages on my machine while I was out at friends 
and forgot to turn my cell phone on. The messages were 
especially disturbing, as they bordered on desperate. "I 
miss you, call me," and "Where are you? Are you mad at 
me?" and "If you are out with another woman I swear I'll 
kill myself,"

This last message was enough to convince me that this 
needed to stop. But I was in an awkward position now, as 
she did work for me and if I didn't handle it properly 
she could sue me for sexual harassment, let alone ruin my 
reputation around the office. I called her into my office 
the next day.

Julie wasted no time trying to turn me on, dropping to 
her knees to start giving me one of her patented killer 
blowjobs before I stopped her. She looked hurt but 
obliged and climbed up on my desk.

"Julie, listen. About you and me..." I said, watching her 
reaction. I had thought about doing this for a few days 
but had been hesitant after I remembered the "personal 
issues" she had mentioned to me before. "I don't think 
this is going to work out. We are just too different of 
people. Don't get me wrong, the sex is great and I do 
love a lot of things about you but quite frankly, this 
relationship feels really unhealthy,"

Julie's face changed like a mask every second it seemed 
as the words left my mouth. First she looked shocked, 
then on the verge of tears, followed by an angry hateful 
look and confusion. Finally she settled on a half angry, 
half shocked persona.

"I...I don't understand. I did everything for you. You 
said it would work out!" Julie said, a little bit of 
sadness in her voice.

"No," I corrected her. "YOU said it would work out. I 
said we should try. I just don't see our relationship 
being real long term and that's what I'm looking for 
these days,"

"Oh really," Julie said spitefully. "Is that why you fuck 
any little cunt that walks in this office or has a b-
movie credit to her name!" Her voice was rising and I 
moved to quiet her.

"Shhh! Don't say that about the clients! And you know 
that it's not true," I replied, speaking in a lowered 
tone.

"Whatever. You know you can't keep your dick in your 
pants any more than any guy can. You think you are hot 
shit because you are the head of a talent agency. But you 
aren't anything without me. I quit," Julie said 
indignantly, crossing her arms across her chest and 
getting off the desk to leave.

"Julie wait! You can't quit! I need you more than 
anything here! I'm lost without you," I said, getting up 
to stop her from leaving.

"I should have known better than to trust you. And to 
think, I thought we were meant to be together," Julie 
said. This last phrase sent a chill down my spine for 
some reason as I realized how truly obsessed with me she 
had become. 

"Julie look. Why don't you take the company credit card 
and go on a vacation. Your choice, stay as long as you 
want," I said, reaching into my wallet and pulling out a 
credit card.

Julie shot me another spiteful look but took the card.

"Fine. I'll go. But don't hold your breath on me coming 
back," Julie said, storming out of the room and slamming 
the door behind her.

I walked over to my chair and sat down, sighing as I 
tried to focus on work again.

*	

Things went pretty well for the next week or so. Business 
was picking up with more clients signing up to the firm 
and our already banked stars raking in bucks at the box 
office. I had to stay at my desk pretty much all week but 
I had anticipated the weekend when I would get to meet up 
with one of my favorite clients, Natalie Portman.

Natalie was in LA to go visit Industrial Light & Magic 
and record some dialog for the upcoming Star Wars: 
Episode II. Natalie had always been one of my favorite 
stars, even when I was younger and watched her film debut 
in The Professional. We had never talked in person before 
but I was looking forward to doing so and give her a tour 
of Los Angeles if we had time. 

That Saturday, I had Leonard (the company limo driver) 
pick me up at my house and head out to the airport to 
pick Natalie up. I waited for her at the gate and almost 
missed her as she walked past. Though strikingly 
beautiful, Natalie had the uncanny ability to blend in 
with a crowd as just another cute, brown haired young 
girl. It took her standing directly in front of me for me 
to blink and see that she was right there. Natalie was 
dressed as a normal girl her age would dress, wearing a 
pair of jeans and a shirt from The Gap. She only had one 
small carry on bag in her small hand and a purse slung 
over her shoulder.

"Dean? Are you Dean Simonds?" Natalie said, catching my 
attention.

"Who? Oh, yes! Yes I am! Gosh Natalie, I didn't see you 
there! For someone so beautiful, you were impossible to 
spot coming up the gate!" I said, dumbfounded that I 
didn't recognize my own client.

Natalie blushed a little at my compliment. "Thanks. It 
was tougher for me, because I've never seen you in 
person. Well, nice to meet you," Natalie said, extending 
her hand. I shook it and then took her bag from her, 
making our way out to the loading area of the airport.

"So Natalie, how are things going for you? You haven't 
had a movie out for a while, are you still thinking about 
leaving the business?" I said, making chitchat while we 
waited for Leonard to pull up with the car.

"Well, it's a lot of fun making movies but the hours are 
so long. I still don't know yet, I just want to get the 
Star Wars films done before I even THINK of doing another 
movie," Natalie said, pushing aside a loose strand of 
hair that had fallen across her face.

After pulling up, Leonard smiled broadly as he opened the 
door for Natalie and myself. Throwing her suitcase in the 
trunk, we headed off down the freeway.

"Things still going good for you at school? Making 
straight A's?" I asked Natalie, opening the mini fridge 
and getting her and myself a bottle of water.

"Not straight A's, but if I keep it up I'm sure I'll 
graduate with honors. College is so much different than 
Hollywood. I mean, you meet all kinds of people in both 
places, but in college no one seems to care if you are a 
star or not. You are just another number on the 
admissions list, another person paying that hefty 
tuition," Natalie said, sipping from her water and 
leaning forward to look at me from across the seat. I 
could smell a faint waft of her perfume from where I sat, 
and the scent was quite fragrant and enjoyable. 

"That's good. Now I know you are at an Ivy League school. 
Which one again?" I asked.

"Well, it's kind of a poorly guarded secret. All those 
obsessive Internet fans finally found it out. But yea, 
I'm at..." Natalie said, but she was cut off by Leonard 
on the intercom.

"We're here Mr. Simonds, Ms. Portman," Leonard said over 
the crackly intercom. The car came to a halt and then was 
flooded with the bright LA sunshine as Leonard opened the 
door to escort us out.
	
I stayed with Natalie for most of the day, watching her 
record dialog in a soundstage while she watched very 
rough footage of the special effects for Episode II on 
the screen in front of her. I felt privileged, not only 
to be able to see some of the upcoming film before anyone 
else, but that I got to spend the day with Natalie.

We walked a few blocks from ILM to a vegetarian cafe and 
had a quiet lunch. I found Natalie to be incredibly funny 
and a great person to just hang out with as we sat and 
ate and talked. She was a little tired from the time 
difference, but she still seemed to be in good spirits 
and enjoying herself. I know I was certainly enjoying her 
company.

Natalie went back to record some more dialog and I spent 
the rest of the afternoon getting a tour of the studio 
and finally met Natalie outside the building around 5:00 
where Leonard was waiting.

"Are you up for a night on the town Natalie? I know great 
restaurants that won't be too busy but still have great 
food and service," I said, holding the door open for her. 
Climbing in, Natalie smiled at me.

"I'd love to Dean. But let me go back to my hotel and 
change first. I need a shower," Natalie said.

Leonard drove us back to her hotel and Natalie promised 
she would be ready in about two hours. I headed back to 
the office to change into something a little nicer and 
barely made it back to Natalie's hotel in just under 2 
hours.

Leonard and myself waited for Natalie in the lobby and 
were quite amazed when she came out of the elevator down 
the hall of the large lobby of the hotel. Wearing a light 
blue blouse and a khaki knee length dress, Natalie 
portrayed her normal person look even further. Natalie 
had only applied a little bit of makeup and lipstick but 
it certainly enhanced her natural beauty to a greater 
extent. Her long brown hair had been curled at the ends 
since we last saw her and as she got closer the 
enchanting perfume she had been wearing earlier had been 
retouched. She looked amazing - beautiful, sexy - and 
without even trying to be. 

"Hi guys. Thanks for waiting on me, I had to put these 
little curls in my hair," Natalie said as she approached 
us, running her hand lightly through the curls. 

"Not a problem, we have all night. Hope you are ready to 
eat at one of the better spots of LA," I said, taking 
Natalie's arm in my mine as we walked out of the hotel. 
Leonard walked right behind us, and even though he was at 
least 30 years her senior, he still was checking out her 
ass like a teenage boy. 

Leonard led us back to the limo and we drove through 
downtown LA towards our destination, a Greek restaurant 
on the north side of the city. It was very upscale, not 
so trendy that you needed reservations months in advance, 
but I had made them anyways a few weeks earlier for Julie 
and I, just to be on the safe side. Now with Julie gone, 
I was happy to use them with Natalie.

Pulling in, I took Natalie by the hand and led her out of 
the car. Leonard told me he was going to go park in a 
nearby garage and watch the Lakers game in the back of 
the car, and to page him when we were ready to be picked 
up. I agreed, and Natalie and I went in to have a quiet 
dinner.

I knew there had been chemistry between us from earlier 
in the afternoon, but that was further accentuated over 
dinner. We ate and chatted till the food came, sharing 
personal stories about our different lifestyles. Natalie 
told me about the faithful night when she had been 
spotted by a Revlon agent a pizza parlor and how her life 
had changed ever since. I recalled growing up not having 
a father, or at least one I knew other than the 
extravagant gifts sent to me and my mother during the 
holidays.

Natalie and I bonded, not only on a physical level (it 
was clear early on that she was flirting with me, which 
was surprising given her known reputation of not dating 
anyone) but on an emotional and mental level. We both had 
been studious in high school and I found that she liked 
many of the same books and authors I did. I cringed at 
the thought of her having to leave in a few days, but I 
tried to sweep that out of my mind and focus on the here 
and now.

After we finished dinner and were waiting on dessert, I 
paged Leonard to have him ready to pick us up in 20 
minutes or so. Being a Saturday night, I knew it would 
take him that long to get here, despite being only a few 
blocks away. Both Natalie and I had wanted to order the 
same dessert, so we decided to just get one and split it. 

A Strawberry sorbet with vanilla ice cream and strawberry 
topping, the dessert was very sweet and delicious. I had 
a hard time enjoying it however, as I suddenly became 
very alert when I felt Natalie's hand rested on top of 
mine while we each took bites of the dessert. Maybe this 
night would turn out even better than I had thought.

We both made little flirtatious moves with each other, 
feeding each other the dessert and what not. By the time 
we were done, I realized we had been there for 40 minutes 
and that we had kept Leonard waiting. 

"Uh-oh. Leonard's been outside for 20 minutes now," I 
said to Natalie as she finished off the last of the 
sorbet. "We had better pay and get out there. He's a nice 
guy but he hates to be kept waiting," 

Natalie laughed, a very soft a delicate laugh that I had 
fallen in love with the first time I heard it. "You are 
right. I'd hate to get left and have to walk back to the 
hotel!" Natalie said jokingly.

"Oh don't worry, I'd be right here to protect you. I 
can't fight real well but I can...ummm...scream real 
loud," I said. Natalie laughed again at my lame joke and 
leaned against me as we made our way out of the 
restaurant. The feeling of her small, delicate body 
against mine was enough to create a stirring in my pants.

Walking back, cars buzzed past us and horns honked 
occasionally as we walked away from the main road. By the 
time we got down to the side street near the parking 
garage, the roads were almost deserted except for an 
occasional car.

I was getting a little nervous about our location in the 
alleyway, but my fears were eased when I spotted the limo 
sitting in the abandoned garage. 

"That's strange. Maybe Leonard couldn't hear the page 
because he had the game turned up too loud," I said as we 
got closer to the car. Even more odd was the fact that I 
couldn't hear any noise from inside the car. When we 
finally made it to the car, I looked in all the windows. 
Leonard was nowhere to be seen. 

"Hmmm...he's not here. I wonder where he went?" I 
muttered out loud. Natalie had been standing back a few 
feet while I was peering inside the car and was 
alternating her weight on each foot.

"I'm sure he will be back soon. Let's just wait in the 
car for him. It's creepy out here," Natalie said a little 
impatiently.

I had a spare key to open the door so Natalie and I 
climbed into the back and sat waiting. The car was dark 
and it was tough moving around without being able to see.

"Ooof!" Natalie said as I accidentally bumped and fell 
into her, knocking her backwards onto the seat of the 
limo.

"Sorry! Sorry! I couldn't see where I was going," I said. 
I realized that I was on top of Natalie Portman, in an 
empty limousine, in the dark.

"That's ok. My fault for not moving fast enough," Natalie 
said.

Adjusting my weight so that I wasn't laying totally on 
top of her, I propped myself up by my arms by her chest. 
Our faces were just inches apart and suddenly the car was 
filled with an awkward silence. 

"Ummm...Dean...I was wondering if maybe you would...this 
sounds dumb, I can't believe I'm saying it...consider 
having a...umm...long distance relationship with 
someone," Natalie said awkwardly, stumbling over her 
words a bit. It was strange hearing a girl so normally 
composed and sophisticated struggling to get her words 
out. 

"Natalie, are you asking me out?" I said, smiling down at 
her.

"Yes, I guess I am. So would you think about it?" Natalie 
asked, biting on her bottom lip out of nervousness.

"To be honest Natalie," I said with a sigh. I studied her 
eyes as I spoke and thought I saw her flinch with where 
she thought I was going with the conversation. "All I've 
been able to think about all night is how much I want to 
kiss you," I said.

Natalie's eyes went bright, the deep brown in them 
shimmering almost in the pitch black.

"Really? Because I've wanted to kiss you too," Natalie 
said in a breathy voice.

Leaning down, I didn't let her say anything and just 
kissed her. Natalie's lips were warm and soft, not dry 
but just moist enough to make the kiss feel wonderful. 
Natalie returned the kiss, lifting her head off of the 
seat cushion to meet my mouth. 

I felt Natalie's tongue slip from between her lips and 
enter my mouth. It was small and delicate as it moved 
past my own and explored inside my mouth. I slowly slid 
my own into hers and we allowed them to dance with each 
other passionately.

The kiss was brief, but very intense. I hated to break 
it.

"Wow...was that what you wanted?" Natalie asked, almost 
out of breath.

"That was exactly what I wanted," I said with a smile. 
Natalie initiated the next kiss now, pulling me closer to 
her by putting her hands on my cheeks. I allowed myself 
to be pulled and we were quickly back to our passions. I 
hadn't felt such raw energy and feeling in making out in 
a long time. At least since Alyssa Milano.

Sex with all the other celebrities had been wonderful but 
something felt so wonderful being so close to Natalie and 
embracing her like I was now. It didn't matter at all who 
she was or who I was, I just wanted to stay like this for 
as long as I could.

Natalie tried to pull me over to her, but we both 
accidentally tumbled off of the seat of the limo and onto 
the floor. Now it was Natalie who lay atop me, her head 
resting on my chest as we both laughed at our clumsiness.

Our eyes met in the darkness and again I saw such 
strength and emotion in her gaze, one of intelligence but 
also a flicker of lust. We lay like that for a few 
minutes, Natalie just listening to me breath.

Without saying a word however, Natalie slid down my chest 
towards my belt and pants. 

"Natalie...what are you doing?" I asked. She just smiled 
at me and continued her way down, moving her small nimble 
fingers up and down my crotch and towards my zipper. 
Pulling it down, I gasped a little as she slid her hand 
into my pants and into my boxers. 

Fondling my cock with her hands, it quickly grew rock 
hard at her touch. I felt her reach further into my 
boxers and pull my hard shaft out and into the air of the 
car.

Parting her hair to one side so it didn't get in the way, 
Natalie lowered her mouth to the side of it and gave the 
side of my shaft a lick. Like an ice cream cone or 
lollipop, Natalie would slowly lick from base to head of 
my dick, not saying a word but never breaking eye contact 
with me.

The feeling was incredible and knowing that we had made a 
special bond between us just further elevated my 
feelings. This wasn't just meaningless sex, this was a 
true sign of love from someone who I was beginning to 
grow very attached to.

Natalie now was putting inch by inch of my shaft into her 
mouth, slowly lowering her head as her throat worked down 
and around my 9-inch member. Natalie seemed to be 
enjoying herself as well, as I saw her nipples begin to 
harden in her shirt.

When all of my cock was in her mouth, Natalie sucked on 
it gently like a Popsicle, creating a tremendous feeling 
with the suction of her young hot mouth.

Natalie's head bobbed up and down on me slowly, her 
tongue occasionally snaking around my shaft and rubbing 
it up and down to give an added feeling of pleasure. Her 
hand was now underneath my balls. She was teasing and 
fondling me with her fingers, rubbing them through the 
hair around my nuts. 

The tickling of her hands made my balls tighten and she 
seemed to know that I was close to cumming. I had no idea 
how experienced she was at this but she seemed to know 
how to please a man, no doubt.

"Natalie, I'm about to...cum!" was all I could muster 
before I felt the hot seed boiling up inside my cock. 
Natalie didn't seem to be phased and in fact seemed to 
work her throat and mouth harder, ready to milk me for 
all that it was worth.

And cum did I. Like a torrential flood, I felt virtually 
every ounce of cum I had shoot forth from the head of my 
cock down Natalie's waiting throat. She continued to suck 
and lick up every bit of the sweet seed she could taste, 
not even allowing a trickle to run out of her mouth. My 
orgasm lasted for at least 30 seconds before I felt the 
last little bit finish up and my dick go almost 
completely soft.

Natalie finished swallowing it all down and wiped her 
mouth with one delicate little finger, even taking the 
consideration to zip me back up and put my softening 
prick back into my pants.

I was sweating now and sat up in the car, lifting Natalie 
onto the seat. I was more than prepared to return the 
favor by licking and sucking her pussy to orgasm. As I 
positioned myself in front of her crotch, Natalie waiting 
excitedly for what I was about to do, the car was 
suddenly rocked from behind her by what felt like a kick.

I paused momentarily to make sure that that I wasn't 
imagining things, but Natalie was looking at me with a 
puzzled look on her face too. There it was again! The car 
rocked by a kick coming from the end of the car, without 
a doubt. We both listened attentively and I could have 
sworn I heard a muffled cry.

"What the hell is that?" I said, getting up on my knees 
and listening to the back of the car. The kicking had 
stopped, so I put my face to one of the dark tinted 
windows. It was dark but I didn't make out any movement 
outside the car.

"Let's go see what that was," I said, making my way to 
the door. "Stay behind me and don't get out of the car 
till I say,"

Natalie nodded in agreement as I slowly opened the door. 
I was nervous as hell and knew that my fast beating heart 
wasn't from the orgasm I had had moments before.

Stepping out of the car, the parking garage was deserted 
like it was when we got there. Glancing down at my watch, 
I saw that it was 12:13 AM, almost an hour after I called 
Leonard to come pick us up. I was really worried now and 
very nervous as I made my way to the back of the car.

Much to my surprise, there was nothing there, nor 
anywhere near the car. Natalie had poked her head out to 
watch me. I was going to get back in the car and chalk it 
up to imagination when I heard the same thumping again in 
the trunk.

Natalie was very much scared now and despite my warnings, 
got out of the car to join me. Standing very close to me, 
we stood in front of the trunk, watching it. My hand 
shaking, I reached into my pant pocket and got out my 
keys to the car.

A million thoughts ran through my mind as I put the key 
in the trunk and unlocked it. Stepping back a little, I 
tentatively lifted the lid and prepared myself for just 
about anything.

Inside the trunk lay Leonard, hands and feet tied behind 
his back and his head bleeding from a nasty blow to the 
head. He looked scared out of his mind and like a total 
wreck. When he realized it was me, he began screaming 
into the duct tape over his mouth to help him.

I stood there dumbfounded for a moment, trying to 
understand what was going on. Natalie looked to be in 
shock too, her eyes wide and her face a very pale shade 
of white. I reached into the trunk and slowly lifted 
Leonard (all 245 pounds of him) out of the trunk and set 
him on his knees beside the limo.

Leonard pleaded and begged at me to take off the tape on 
his mouth and free his hands. I bent down to do so when, 
my senses on full alert from the adrenaline, I heard a 
very loud *click* behind me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a female voice said.

I spun around sharply on my heel to face the voice. Out 
of the shadows of a nearby pillar came Julie. And she was 
holding a very large gun.

"Juu..Julie! What the hell are you doing?" I said loudly. 
Julie began to walk towards us, the gun never wavering 
off of its aim right into my chest. Looking past Julie, I 
realized how much of an isolated area we were in. Even if 
we screamed, the chances of someone hearing us from so 
deep in the garage were very slim.

"I'm holding you at gun point. What the fuck does it LOOK 
like I'm doing," Julie said sarcastically. "Oh, who is 
the little slut? You just don't waste any time do you 
Dean?"

I looked over my shoulder and saw Natalie leaning against 
the wall of the parking garage, petrified with fear. Her 
mouth moved like she was going to speak but no words came 
out.

"That's...that's Natalie Portman. I'm showing her LA," I 
said. I was amazed at how calm my voice was, given the 
situation.

"Oh, that's great. Just fucking wonderful. I watched you 
get in the limo an hour ago. Were you in there fucking 
her? Did you stick it to her real hard and tell her you 
loved her like you did ME?" Julie said, stepping even 
closer now.

Julie's face was contorting as she spoke and she looked 
extremely frazzled, like she hadn't slept in days. Her 
eyes were black with bags of stress and despite her 
normally pretty looks, she looked down right deranged. 

"Hey, listen, I don't know who you think you are but," 
Natalie finally said softly, trying to stick up for 
herself.

Suddenly the air was filled with the ear-piercing scream 
of a bullet whizzing past my ear no less than a foot 
away. I heard it hit behind me as it sunk deep into the 
wall of the parking garage, missing Natalie by a few feet 
as well. She screamed and fell to the ground in fright, 
clutching herself tightly against the wall.

"How about you just shut up now?" Julie said, speaking to 
Natalie. She turned the gun back to me.

"So Dean, you've moved on. Well I haven't. I loved you! 
We were meant to be together! Why can't you see that?" 
Julie said, putting a hand to her forehead in distress.

"Julie, if you could just put the gun down and let us 
talk about this, I'm sure..." I said before being cut off 
again.

"WHAT???? TALK!!! YOU DIDN'T WANT TO TALK WHEN YOU DUMPED 
ME! WHY SHOULD I LET YOU TALK NOW?" Julie screamed at me, 
her voice echoing off the walls of the parking garage.

"Julie, I" I tried to speak but it was simply impossible.

"YOU! YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Julie screamed again, 
pointing the gun at me again, just a few inches from my 
forehead. "I'M THE ONE TALKING HERE!"

I put my hands up in apology and didn't speak.

"Good. That's better. Now I don't have to yell," Julie 
said calmly. This was like a bad action movie. I hoped it 
would have a happy ending. She lowered the gun from my 
head and took a step back but still held the gun out at 
arms length. A part of me wanted to be the hero and jump 
in and grab the gun from her but with her willingness to 
fire off shots, I rejected the idea quickly.

"You know Dean, our relationship is like poor Leonard 
here," Julie said, walking over to him. Leonard cringed 
like a hurt dog as she approached, closing his eyes in 
fear of what might happen next.

"It started off young and hot, passion and energy fueling 
everything we did. You said it yourself, the sex was 
great. But all good things must come to an end right?" 
Julie said, walking around Leonard slowly in a circle.

"After a while, YOU seemed to think that it was getting 
old. Out of shape. Not so much balding like Leonard here, 
but just...falling apart," Julie said, running her hand 
through Leonard's sweat and blood covered hair.

"And then you tell me, 'Julie, it's not working out. It's 
over." Julie said, doing a rough male voice in imitation 
of me. "Well Dean, I'm here tonight to show you that no 
matter what tramp you pick up after me," Julie said, 
nodding her head towards the cowering Natalie. "I can 
finish things and make sure they are over too,"

Her last words were chilling to the bone and I felt 
myself shudder as she spoke. But what she did next was 
something that I couldn't have prepared for.

Sticking the barrel of the gun to the side of Leonard's 
head, Julie pulled the trigger.

The garage echoed again with both the sound of the blast 
and the screams of Natalie and I in total shock. 
Leonard's body fell limply to the ground, his head making 
a sickening sound as it hit the pavement.

"See, like Leonard here, I think you and I are finished," 
Julie said calmly, holding the gun by her side. "Now, if 
you and Princess Leia over there will kindly get into the 
car, I'd like to go finish this relationship in a place a 
little more private," 

Frozen in place mentally, I felt my legs moving of there 
own accord as I walked towards the passenger side of the 
car. I couldn't think straight, all I saw before me, 
playing over and over again in my head was Leonard's 
death. I got into the car and sat calmly, afraid to move 
or think or barely even breath.

Julie had to grab Natalie by the hair to get her to move 
towards the car. She was still shaking and began to sob a 
little as she climbed in. Julie walked quickly around to 
the driver's side and got in, the keys already in the 
ignition.

Like a bullet we were off and out of the parking garage, 
the tires of the car squealing as we pulled out. I 
managed to glance in the rearview mirror, seeing for the 
last time the body of Leonard lying there on the ground.

Driving like a bat out of hell, Julie easily maneuvered 
around the light traffic of LA at this time of night. She 
got on the freeway and headed towards the mountains. 
Neither Natalie nor I spoke the entire way, but Julie 
managed to blather on and on about anything and 
everything relating to herself. 

After about 20 minutes on the road, I realized where 
Julie was headed: My home. She had been there numerous 
times and even knew the password to the gate to let 
herself in. I wondered silently to myself if she had ever 
entered the house when I wasn't at home.

We arrived a few minutes later and I helped Natalie get 
out of the car, as her (and my) legs seemed to be made of 
jelly. Walking around in front of us, Julie led the way 
up the long driveway towards my front door. Her back to 
me, I knew that if I wanted to keep Natalie and myself 
alive, I would have to do something.

Thinking quickly, I remembered the motion sensing lights 
on the edge of the driveway. As I continued walking, I 
bent down quietly and picked out one of the large stones 
from my cobble driveway. With Julie just a few yards from 
the house, I made my move.

Throwing a little bit behind me, I made sure that the 
rock I hurled landed just far enough off for Julie to 
realize that it was caused by something other than us. 
The throw worked like a charm, setting off a bright light 
that caught Julie's attention out of the corner of her 
eye. 

Spinning around sharply, Julie looked to see what had set 
off the sensor. This was my chance. Running up to her 
quickly, I dove into her at the waist and sent Julie 
flying to the ground, her arms flailing and the gun 
flying to the ground. I fell on top of Julie like a 
sheet, pinning her arms down to the ground. Fighting me 
every way she could, I felt her mouth on my arm as she 
bit into me hard enough to make me bleed. 

I made the mistake of pulling my arm away and that was 
all it took for her to get away from me. She scrambled on 
the ground, trying to get the gun.

Natalie, who had been virtually comatose through this 
whole situation, had beaten both of us to it and now held 
it out in front of her.

Julie and I stopped wrestling on the ground and got up.

"Hand me the gun Natalie," I said, walking towards her. 
Natalie was shaking uncontrollably, the gun bouncing up 
and down in her grip.

"Who the hell is this woman Dean? Why is she kidnapping 
you? Why did she kill that poor limo driver?" Natalie 
screamed, her eyes wide as they darted back and forth 
between Julie and me. I walked closer.

"Natalie, just hand me the gun and I will explain," I 
said as I got closer to her. Reaching my arm out, Natalie 
let it into my hand as she dropped her arm to her side. 
Now it was Julie's turn to take control, and I felt her 
lunge suddenly at the arm that I was now holding the gun 
in.

What exactly happened next I'm not sure. I spun around on 
my foot to try and get away from her but her arms were 
batting at me from what seemed like every direction. I 
held onto the gun, but somehow Julie got right in it's 
way and the trigger went off.

Falling backwards to the ground, Julie clutched her 
shoulder in pain, her screaming filling the quiet woods 
around my house.

Walking over to her, I stood above Julie with the gun 
aimed directly at her to let her know not to move.

"Natalie, go call 911," I said to her, my eyes never 
leaving Julie lying there beneath me writhing in pain.


The police arrived a few minutes later as well as the 
paramedics who strapped Julie onto a gurney and loaded 
her into an ambulance and drove away.

By the time the police were done with their initial 
questions, it was 9:00 AM the next morning. I told them 
where we had been eating and where they would find 
Leonard's body. Anything I had said was backed up by 
Natalie as we revealed to them what Julie had planned on 
doing to us.

The front page of Variety as well as the LA Times ran the 
story about what happened: "NATALIE PORTMAN AND AGENT 
KIDNAPPED, ALMOST KILLED". The press storm was enormous. 
CNN and all the major news networks converged on my house 
and the Greek restaurant area where we had eaten, 
broadcasting our "daring tale" around the world. 
Thankfully for both of our sakes, what Natalie and I had 
been doing in the limo never got out.

For the next week or so, life was hectic. Natalie wasn't 
allowed to go back home because of the police 
investigation, so she stayed at my house, never leaving 
unless with me. I closed down the office for the week I 
was gone, after the fax machine was jammed and broken 
from the questions and requests for interviews came 
pouring in.

Julie had suffered a shattered shoulder and collarbone as 
a result of the bullet and was now being treated in the 
psychiatric ward of LA County General Hospital. She 
wasn't going to be released until after her arraignment 
and trial hearing for the murder of Leonard Walker and 
the attempted murder of Natalie and myself.


After things finally did die down, with the press moving 
on to the next big story, Natalie informed me that she 
would be leaving the next morning.

"So tonight may be the last time I see you, huh?" Natalie 
said as she packed her one suitcase she had brought. 

"Well, I guess there is always the trial. But that's not 
what I'm going to expect to be a fun experience," I 
remarked to her as I stood in the doorway and watched her 
pack.

Natalie walked over to me, looking up and deep into my 
eyes like she had before.

"Dean, I wanted to thank you for saving my life. I will 
never in my life forget you or the risk you took to save 
us both from Julie and whatever she had in store for us," 
Natalie said.

"Natalie, for you, I'd have taken that bullet that 
Leonard..." I said, trailing off.

"I know you would have," Natalie said softly. "That's why 
I wanted to give you something I have not given anyone 
else,"

"What's that?" I asked.

Natalie blushed a little. "I think...you know," 

A light went off in my head and I knew exactly what she 
meant.

"Oh...well, are you sure you are ready for that?" I said, 
putting my hands on her shoulders and giving her the "big 
brother" look of concern.

"Yes. I wanted to give it to a man who is special and 
means a lot to me and who I love. You fit all those 
categories," Natalie said. She stood on her tiptoes and 
kissed me lightly on the lips. I realized that this was 
the first kiss since the limo and it felt strangely 
weird.

I returned the kiss and realized that Natalie wanted to 
do it NOW. Her hands and arms were wrapped around my 
back, moving their way up my broad shoulders.

I moved my arms to the small of her back and held them 
there, letting my hands move slowly down to cup Natalie's 
tight little ass. She broke the kiss and led me back into 
my spare bedroom and onto the bed.

Natalie was wearing a dark green t-shirt and a pair of 
tight fitting faux-leather pants that seemed to 
accentuate her tiny, curvy body. 

Lifting her shirt off over her head, Natalie revealed to 
me that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her small, firm breasts 
hung proudly on her flawless chest, her brownish-pink 
nipples were growing erect already, even though our 
foreplay had barely begun!

I was sitting beside her and couldn't resist taking a 
nipple in my hand and feeling it rub against my palm. 
Natalie arched her back in response as she slowly moved 
her hand up my chest and began to rub and play with my 
chest with her hand. She began to unbutton the shirt I 
was wearing and slide it off me, anxious to get me as 
naked as she was.

I lowered my mouth to Natalie's right breast and licked 
around her nipple, teasing her like she teased me back in 
the car what seemed like ages ago. Natalie sighed and 
held my mouth to her chest as I sucked on her breast and 
pulled her nipple out some with my teeth to get it nice 
and hard. I moved my mouth to the other breast and did 
the same thing, and quite soon Natalie's moans began to 
echo throughout the house.

Moving my head further down her stomach, I tickled 
Natalie's belly button with my tongue, causing her to 
giggle a little. Then I proceeded to unbutton her tight 
fitting pants and slowly pull them down off of her legs. 
Natalie was wearing a pair of green panties that almost 
matched her shirt. I could see a bit of her pubic hair 
through the fabric and noticed that she was incredibly 
weight at my tongue teasing.

Sliding my hand up her thigh, I proceeded to take her 
snug panties by the waistband and pull them down her soft 
young hips. As they slid off of her leg and landed on the 
floor, I got a view of Natalie's sex for the first time.

Covered in soft, delicate brown hair that matched the 
color of the hair on her head, Natalie's pussy was small 
and beautiful, neatly trimmed and very aroused. I scooted 
closer to her on the floor and stuck my face right by it, 
Natalie parting her legs a little to allow me to do so. 
She smelled excited and ready, and I could see some 
moisture forming on her barely protruding cunt lips. 

With a soft and loving lick, I tasted the inside of her 
thigh and then moved my tongue towards the outside area 
of her hole. Licking her labia and outer folds, Natalie 
gasped as I made first contact. I moved a finger up 
towards her hole and using the moisture already found on 
her lips, slowly worked a finger inside of her.

Natalie threw her head back and moaned as my finger 
entered into her virgin channel. I probed around inside 
of her softly, seeking to open her up a little wider for 
what was to come later. With my finger still inside of 
her, I focused on getting my tongue deep within her. At 
first it was slow going because Natalie would squirm and 
giggle a little as I got closer and closer to her 
sensitive button, but she quickly relaxed and let me do 
the work, the pleasurable feeling of an orgasm building 
inside her already.

When I found her clit, a brownish-pink little nub, I 
worked like a madman to tease and pleasure it as much as 
I could. When my tongue grazed over it the first time, 
Natalie closed her legs sharply around my head, barely 
allowing me any air to breath. I kept on licking her and 
soon her legs eased off of my head as she sat there and 
let me work my magic. I could feel Natalie's hands 
brushing across the top of my hair, or running down the 
side of my cheek, as I licked away at her sweet tasting 
snatch. 

I must have hit the right spot when I took her clit 
between my tongue and one finger and flicked it rapidly 
over it, for Natalie cried out thunderously in instant 
orgasm, flooding my face with her sweet teenage juices.

Natalie pushed me aside following her orgasm to catch her 
breath, but I wasn't done. I wanted to totally repay her 
for the unreal blowjob I had received. I lay Natalie down 
on the bed and moved my face up to hers. Still wearing my 
pants, my cock was straining very hard to get out. 
Natalie reached her hand down and cupped it through my 
pants, but I pushed it away.

"That will come later. For now, I need to help you," I 
said softly to her.

Slipping my hand back down to her waist, I put two 
fingers at the entrance to her cunt and slowly began to 
work them in. Natalie was well lubricated and getting 
them in was no problem, although I think that this was 
the biggest thing to be in her so far in her young life. 

I felt my fingers go deeper and deeper into her snatch, 
all the while I kept my thumb at her entrance to rub her 
clit around slowly. When I felt my fingers touch some 
resistance that could only be her hymen, I slowly started 
to pull them out. As I neared the entrance of her pussy 
however, I began to thrust my two fingers back and forth 
into her slowly, making a fucking motion with them. 

Soon, Natalie's hips were rocking back and forth on the 
bed, setting their own pace at fucking back on my hand. I 
leaned down and kissed Natalie's lips and found she was 
totally engulfed in the flames of lust as we kissed. 
Natalie slid her tongue out of her mouth and broke the 
kiss, wanting to lick her own juices off of my face.

My tempo with my hand was getting faster and faster and 
soon Natalie's firm young ass was bouncing up and down on 
the bed as she tried to get more of my two "magic 
fingers" inside of her cunt.

Suddenly I felt her body tense some and her legs 
crisscrossed around my arms as she had another orgasm. 
Her juices flooded my hand and trickled down my arm and 
onto the bed as she slowed down her feverish thrusting 
and caught her breath.

"So, how was that?" I said with a grin. 

Natalie, her hair matted on her head with sweat, grinned 
mischievously at me.

"That was incredible. But I think I need it. NOW!" 
Natalie said, spreading her legs wider for me on the bed.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to 
the floor and leaving us both naked now. I climbed onto 
the bed next to her and rolled Natalie onto her side as 
my cock brushed against the outside of her pussy lips.

"Now just let me guide you. This will hurt for a moment, 
as you probably know, but just trust me on this," I said 
to Natalie as I held her in my arms, her narrow waist and 
firm ass pressed against my stomach.

Very slowly with one hand, I rubbed the head of my rock 
hard 9-inch cock against her slit, lubing it up with 
juices. This seemed kind of unneeded because I already 
had a dollop of pre-cum forming on the head of my prick.

I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her cunt 
and Natalie whimpered in anticipation. I saw her bite 
down on her lip as she braced for the brief pain. The 
head slipped into her easily, as did the first few 
inches. Quickly however, I encountered the resistance of 
her cherry. 

I held Natalie tightly against me and leaned down to kiss 
her on the cheek.
	
"Hold on...here we go," I whispered to her. 
	
Moving my hips up hard but gently, I pushed through her 
cherry. I felt some tearing as the weak muscle gave way, 
the final bit of her skin tearing free as I broke through 
into her silken channel.

Natalie grunted a little bit at the sharp sting.
	
"You ok?" I said, as I rubbed my hand over her breast 
trying to take her mind off the pain.

"Yea...hurts a little but keep going," Natalie said in 
reply.
	
I forced more of my dick into her and felt her inner 
walls stretch and open up to accommodate my girth. Soon I 
had all of my cock inside of her as I felt it bottom out 
and hit the back of her pussy wall.

Slowly, I pulled my cock out of her and glanced down at 
it. It was covered in a little bit of blood but that soon 
mingled with our other juices as I thrust back into her 
and got a slow and steady tempo going inside of her.

Natalie was starting to enjoy it, and I felt her body 
rocking back on my shaft as I moved in and out of her. It 
wasn't long before I was going at a much greater speed, 
and Natalie began to moan softly as we moved in unison.

I reached a hand down towards her hole and spread her 
pussy lips wide with two fingers while I worked another 
in there to tease and play with her clit. Natalie 
responded to this with fervor and began to shake 
violently as she neared orgasm.

I thrust harder and harder into her tight, wet snatch 
with every thrust, causing the bed beneath us to rock 
harder every time. My balls slapping against the crack in 
her ass, I felt Natalie shudder her pussy muscles as she 
came on top of my cock.

Her juices flooding out of her pussy, Natalie came down 
from her orgasm quickly and worked harder to bring 
herself towards another.

I figured that she must be tiring of this position so I 
guided her up onto her hands and knees as I pulled my 
cock out of her. Getting her into the doggy style 
position, it was easier for both of us. I slowly slid my 
cock back into her waiting and expectant hole and began 
fucking her harder like I had been. Natalie's small, 
beautiful breasts swayed back and forth as I moved in and 
out of her.

Her hips bucking back against me, the feeling of her cunt 
was incredible. She had to have been the tightest woman I 
had ever fucked, including all the sluts I banged in high 
school. Her channel felt like warm silk on my hard prick, 
the lining of her pussy squeezing and stretching around 
me as I rocked back and forth into her.

Natalie shuddered again, curling up her toes and brining 
on her fourth orgasm of the evening. I was nearing the 
breaking point too, but wanted to savor the feeling of 
her pussy for as long as I could. 

Lost in lust, Natalie was now simply moaning as our 
bodies moved like a well-oiled machine. She had gotten 
the hang of fucking very quickly and, knowing that I had 
yet to come, was doing her best to try and get me off.

The final tease that almost made me pass out in pleasure 
came when Natalie slid a hand underneath my sack and 
began to fondle and hold onto my balls as I pistoned in 
and out of her. Her hands were something magical and 
almost the second they made contact with me, I felt the 
urge to cum right there.

I held out and pulled out of her Natalie, alerting her 
that I was going to cum. I didn't want to risk cumming 
inside of her unprotected pussy for the first time, so I 
began to jack off my cock right above her ass.

My cum came spewing out like a fire hose, shooting all 
over the small of her back and onto her ass cheeks, a 
large bit of it trickling down her crack and pert asshole 
and landing on the sheets of the bed.

Having spent a huge load all over her and myself, I 
collapsed onto the bed beside her. Natalie too fell over 
from exhaustion and curled up in my arms, instantly 
asleep.

We spent the remainder of the night playing all kinds of 
sexual games. Natalie showed me the vibrator she had 
brought with her (she had got it as a gag gift from some 
of her friends) and we shared an experience of mutual 
masturbation, as well as a very hot and kinky shower 
where we got dirtier than when we had first gotten in!

The night had to end however, and both of us were sad to 
see it come. I took Natalie to the airport myself the 
next morning and we embraced in a long and passionate 
kiss before she got on the plane.

"Promise me something Dean," Natalie said, her eyes 
locked with mine. "Promise me we will try and make this 
work as a long distance relationship,"

"I promise," I said, gently kissing her forehead.
	
Natalie got on the plane and I stayed to watch her go. 
Though I had said that I would try and make a long 
distance relationship work, I really meant it with 
Natalie. Sure, I might fool around with other women or 
celebrities, and I'm sure she might date some guys, but I 
knew I would do the best I could to make sure that 
Natalie and I stayed together.

Whether or not we would stay together, time would only 
tell.
	

CHAPTER 16: Penelope Cruz
 
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