Chapter 2

I phoned Sheena the next day, the call dropped and I got a text a short time later; “I’m going to see my aunt in Pennsylvania, can you please walk Henry sometimes? X, Sheena”

That meant I had to face Brad; and I was the offending party. Anyway, I did it, because Henry is a good dog and Greg liked him too.

The worst of it was how Brad talked to me; completely normal. As if I hadn’t fucked his beautiful girl. As if I wouldn’t kill him to have her back, and he wouldn’t kill me to keep her. Yeah, we were civil, modern, liberal men.

Sheena called me a couple of weeks later as I was walking the dogs, and my heart made that ridiculous funny little jump.

“I just needed some space you know, from both of you guys.” She said, and I knew her babble was going to last a while, and I was glad. Her voice was like a drug that soothed and calmed me. “I told Bradley how I was attracted to you, and he even encouraged me, and wow, it was just so good you know, better than, well, just the best ever. And I was feeling weird afterwards, because if I love Bradley how could I love you that way? And while you were out with the dogs he came home and I told him, and he went a little crazy, and, oh shit. Well, you know once I start talking I can’t stop, right? Ok, so Bradley threw me on the bed and he went down on me! And right when I couldn’t take it anymore, you rung the bell and I heard you and him talk for a minute as you dropped off Henry, and then Bradley came back into the bedroom and took his cock out and he put it in me and, well, he didn’t last long but it was intense for sure. Afterwards though, he was weird and I felt weird too, I mean, oh my god, two men in two hours three times! Well four really since you did it double, anyway after that I just needed some space you know, so I came out to Philadelphia to visit my aunt Penni for a while...”

She went on to tell me about her aunt, her aunt’s ex, his new wife, their baby (who Sheena was helping with), their dog, and a lot of other things of no importance.

“Shit Joe, I’m sorry.” She said after almost an hour, “I’ve been talking your ear off again.”

“Don’t be sorry.” I told her, “You know I love to listen to you. You can call me every day and tell me everything on your mind.”

“Oh Joe.” She sighed, “No one ever said anything so sweet to me. Is it really true, you don’t mind my endless talking?”

“Sheena darling, your voice is my drug.” I told her. “Whatever else we do or don’t do, I hope you’ll keep talking to me.”

“I will!” she laughed, “Everyone else either tells me to shut up or just avoids me.”

Luckily, I had an unlimited data plan, because we were on the phone for an hour or two every day. We didn’t have any sex talk; Sheena’s aunt had warned her that we should be really careful about any of that until she was 18. Even plain talking could be interpreted as ‘grooming’. I guess it was; I had fucked the girl, and I hoped to fuck her again. Maybe it was wrong, maybe I don’t care. I was happy with whatever I got from her; I longed to see her face, her smile, look into her eyes, hold her hand.

Of course I wanted to fuck her; If her voice was all I could have, then that was good enough.

“Joe, I had a call from my agent, it looks like the series has been greenlit! It’s a sort of sequel, so I’m tipped to be recast as Julieann, as a 16 year old, but this time it would be a high school dramady, and centered on me! If it happens. Probably won’t, I know it’s a long shot. anyway, the producers want to meet, I need a new portfolio, can you meet me at the airport? Will you bring Henry? Oh God, I miss him SO much!”

“Of course.” I said, “I’ll get your car keys from Brad.”

I waited nervously at the pickup spot in front of the terminal building until I saw her. Man, I felt like a teenager myself. We only hugged briefly; she might be recognized. She got into the back seat and cuddled ecstatically with her dog, laughing and muttering endearments as I drove us back towards our neighborhood.

“I’m starving.” She said, “Let’s go over to Bradley’s restaurant.”

The food was great, and Sheena went home with him. I knew he’d put his dick in her. What could I say? If Sheena wanted to go with him, that was her choice to make.

I suppose I could have made an ultimatum, him or me. The fact was, neither of us were good enough for her. Not rich enough, not young enough, not good enough lovers. I had already accepted the reality. I was not her lover, he was.

I had to drive her car back, I held onto the key though. The next day I took her to get her hair done, then to the photographer who took a lot of pictures, many of them quite explicit. Not nude of course, just crazy sexy promotion pictures. Poses, flirting with the camera, you know. Well, flirting with me, because I was standing behind the photographer and she was eating my heart out as he took the pics. That face, I could live and die to just look at her, and when she smiled at me like that, my old cock would stir.

We were back; friends again. We walked, she prattled, I listened and laughed at her jokes, I looked into her eyes, we smiled at each other, and it gave me an erection. I picked her up at Brad’s place and took her to her meetings, went walking with our dogs, and dropped her off at the end of each day. I was rewarded with a kiss; and I didn’t want more. Well, let’s be honest; of course I wanted more. I was willing to accept that kiss, that sweet intense little cuddle, and then I’d go home to my empty apartment with my dog Greg, content. Mostly.

I was an old man with nothing better to do. I loved her without sex, yet it was not a platonic love. I lusted for her, adored her even though I wasn’t and would never be her lover. Or, so I thought.

Sheena met the producers and a couple of network executives. I just stood around like a goon. No one seemed to even notice me, I was like a ghost, a shadow. The bodyguard. Nobody. I liked it.

She did a screen test, said her lines, reacted to a director. She seemed great to me. They were just waiting for her to turn 18 before they did the love scene testing. Underage actors couldn’t perform nude or sexual scenes, not even for tests now days. Even kissing is tricky. The series was heavy on sex, so her ability to make those scenes work was essential.

We were back to our usual routine, driving somewhere remote to avoid her stalker or anyone else who might recognize her, and walking the dogs as Sheena babbled incessantly and I listened blissfully. Even if we didn’t have sex, I was happy to be her goon companion goffer bodyguard driver. To have the privilege of looking at her face all day long.

That was the reward for listening. A man is not allowed to stare at the face of a beautiful girl for more than a few seconds; unless she’s talking to him. Man, that face; I could look at her face for 100 years and never get tired of it. I know I’m a bit repetitive about that, it’s important though. Yes, Sheena has a playboy girl body, and people tend to focus on that. Her face is her true beauty though, it’s her face that makes her a star, it’s her smile that everyone imagines is focused on them.

On her 18th birthday, I went with her to the final screen test. I watched her do a nude scene with a young actor named Tim, and then another guy, and then a girl. kissing and cuddling for almost two hours in front of a camera. I swear, every man there had a hardon, and probably the women too.

“Was it ok?” I asked as we walked back to her car.

“That Timothy had a hardon the whole time.” She said.

“What about the other boy, Ben?”

“Gay I guess.” She said with a shrug. “I’m a bit wound up, can we go to your place?”

“We sure can.” I agreed, just before Brad called to tell us he’d prepared a special birthday dinner.

“Can it wait a couple of hours?” Sheena asked him, “I really want to spend a little time with Joe. You know? Just, like, me and Joe.”

She made a funny face at me; “Bradley took the night off to make a s0pecial dinner for us.” She told me, the phone still at her ear.

I drove her home; I wanted to be with her so much, be alone, naked, in bed, touching, kissing her sweet perfection and looking into her jewel eyes. She seemed to want me too, sexually I mean. It wasn’t illegal anymore, yet it was still wrong.