I had just completed a long day of class up at school and was greatly looking forward to the party tonight. It was going to be a massive rave, with some great DJ's including Moby & Fatboy Slim playing all night. My girlfriend dumped me less than a week ago and I was back on the prowl, looking for a new hottie to occupy my thoughts for a while (or a night at the least). Raves are a great place to meet women, not only because the music is incredible, but the babes on ectasy are even more incredible. I never touch the stuff, but I always carry some on me just in case a hot chick asks for some.

The cover charge to get in was a major bitch and the bouncers were assholes, but once I was inside, the party was incredible. I immediately went to the bar to get a drink, checking out on the way any girl-in-need I could find.

I must have gotten there too late or too early, because there were very few girls dancing by themselves. Sure, there was the usual lesbian chicks getting it on (as much as legally possible in a club anyways), and the drunk off their ass, past their prime late 20's girls, but there were very few girls around my age who were alone. Finding one who was attractive was even harder. I had just settled in to what I thought would be a good rave, music wise, but low on the chick factor when I noticed a brunette, petite little hottie dancing close to where Moby was blasting "Go".

As I got closer, I noticed just how stunning this girl was. She was wearing a white tank top, no bra and a pair of purple vinyl shorts. Big enough for a handful tits, just the way I like them, and one of the most tight asses I had ever seen. A hottie by anyone's standards. Her hair was drawn back in small ponytails to create a very sexy innocent look. Despite the flashing lights, I could tell her skin had a slight tint of middle eastern descent, something that turned me on even more. (I go for exotic, what can I say). She was dancing with her eyes closed so it was hard to make out her face fully, but something about her made her seem very familiar.

When I got about 20 feet from her or so, this huge blond jock guy, obviously drunk, came up to her and began trying to carry on a conversation and dance with her at the same time. I couldn't make out what either were saying, but she seemed to at least not be blowing him off.

Damn, I thought to myself, I guess she's taken too. I was about to turn around and head back to the bar to get another drink when I looked over my shoulder and saw that the hottie had stopped dancing and was getting quite angry with the jock. Being as she was very close to the speakers, it was damn near impossible to hear what she was saying to him, but I could tell from her expressions and body language it wasn't nice. The jock put his hands up in a defensive "hey, back off" stance, and slowly backed away from her. She watched him go then tried to get back into the groove of the music. I started to make my way back to her, but just as I was about to talk to her, Moby's session ended & Crystal Method came on. Moby walked off the platform where he was and came up to the girl, gave her a hug and then they started walking towards a back room area. Curious to see what they were up to, I casually made my way to the edge of the club, as close to the back hall where they stopped to talk as possible.

Moby talked to the girl for a few minutes, then from his body language I could tell things got real uncomfortable for him, and he gave her a hug and walked off towards the dressing room area. She stood there for a few minutes looking dejected, wiping a few tears from her eyes. She regained her composure and started walking back my way. I quickly leaned back from out of her site, and tried to act as cool as possible. When she finally walked past me, I spoke to her.

"Hey. You ok?"

I must have scared her half to death because she jumped about a foot in the air, pivoting to turn and face me. Her eyes were looking right at mine, a deep and enchanting brown. She had some of the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. I smiled at her when our eyes met.

"Yea, I'm ok I guess. Why do all of you men have to be such assholes?" she said very defensively, but in an almost rhetoric way.

"Hey, we aren't all that bad. I'd say 95 percent...no, 75...no, 30...ah hell maybe 2 percent of us aren't. If my last girlfriend is any authority, I probably make up 99% of the guys on a whole."

That made her smile a little. "So you're the king of assholes then?"

"Coming from my ex, I'm the King of Assholia."

She laughed a little, a very fluttery kind of laugh that seemed to help calm her down a little. I took this as my cue to move on to the next step.

"Listen, you still look a little down. Can I buy you a drink or..."

"Actually, do you have an X?" she said, cutting me off

My heart kind of raced a little. Here was this beautiful girl, not only talking to me, but asking for the one drug that basically IMPLIES that sex will be happening that night.

I reached in my pocket, opened up an Altoids box (hey, they work as great cover) and pulled out a little white pill.

She opened her mouth receptively, and I placed the pill on her tongue. She closed her mouth and smiled a mischievous little smile.

"Thanks. Now, care to dance?"

"If it will cheer you up, I'd love to"

We went out on the dance floor and danced for 45 minutes or so, or basically until the drug went into effect. When I started noticing the effects of it, I leaned into her and said "Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?"

Her face flustered and a little red from the dancing as well as the effects of the ecstasy, she nodded and I took her by the hand and led her off the floor. We got into my car and started driving back to my place.

"I don't even know your name. My name is Dean. How about you?"

"Wait a minute, you mean you don't even recognize me? Wow...that is so incredible"

Feeling at a lose for words, I tried to recover. "Well, you look very familiar. But I'm no good with names and..."

She threw her head back and laughed.

"Ok, ok, I'll give you some hints. My name is Natalie...I've appeared in a few movies...probably the most recent one you might have seen I played a queen..."

I slammed on the brakes of the car in the middle of traffic, causing the car behind me to swerve out of the way, it's horn blaring loudly.

"Natalie Portman! YOUR NATALIE PORTMAN!"

She kind of laughed sheepishly and said "Well, Portman's not my last name but yea, I guess I'm guilty as charged."

"Oh wow. I mean, I knew you looked familiar but I must be a total idiot for not realizing THAT was who you are. I mean, you were in one of the biggest..."

"Shhh," she said "I'm glad you didn't recognize me. It makes it even better for me."

With that, she reached over and rubbed her hand up my leg, resting it finally on my crotch. I got hard instantly.

I tried not to when she touched me, but just the combination of her hand and the realitization that I was about to bang one of the hottest stars in Hollywood caused me to literally jump out of the seat.

I gassed the car and raced for my apartment. We made small talk on the way, discussing how she had dated Moby when she was 15 until just a month ago. That, she said, was why she was so upset tonight. When she saw him she tried to reconcile things with him but he wasn't interested, which made her hurt even more. He had been her first and only lover since she was 16, but the relationship fell apart when his last album became so successful and he was on the road too much. I told her I was sorry and that I'd try to make her feel better once we got to my place.

I pulled into the parking garage and we walked hand in hand up to my apartment. Now, I don't live in a palace by any stretch, but I'd like to think that my apartment is at least a level or so better than most college kids dorms. I try to keep it clean, especially on nights like this when I hope to have a visitor (or two). I unlocked the door, being a gentleman and allowing her to walk in first. I turned on the lights and she quickly spun around and pulled me down to kiss me. She couldn't have been more than 5'4 but damn if she didn't pull me down to her height quick. Not wanting to hurt myself by bending down (I'm 6'1), I picked her up in my arms and brought her up to MY level. We embraced for what felt like hours, our tongues intertwining with each other, before she whispered into my ear "Take me. Now!"

Not wanting to disapoint the little lady, I set her down and led her to my bedroom. I lifted her up and laid her down gently onto the bed on her back. I quickly kicked off my shoes and took off my shirt and pants, standing there in only my boxer shorts. She kicked her legs high, one at a time, flinging her cute little converse tennis shoes across the room.

Scooting up to the edge of the bed, Natalie reached out her slender arms and took grasp of the elastic lining, pulling down slowly on it. She pulled the boxers down past my cock until it sprung free in all it's 8 inch glory, almost smacking her right in the face. Natalie took hold of it in her right hand, smiled up at me in that same mischievous smile, and slowly lowered her mouth onto the head.