Chapter 9: A Time of Pleasure!

I'm sure she meant everything, but I wasn't about to mention any relationships. We released one another, held hands walking back into her room, and sat in the two sofa chairs opposite one another.

"What is going on Allen?" she asked, curiously.

"Everything mother. You won't believe what happened to me, just yesterday." I said, explaining about the offer of starring in an American production, here in the states. "What's happening to me is far more than anything I had expected," I stated, feeling butterflies just thinking about it.

"Are you sure everything isn't happening to quickly?" she asked with a concerned expression.

"I don't know mom. All I know is that the opportunities are coming my way now, and I feel the need to take advantage of them while I have the chance. If I don't take the chance now, they may never pass my way again." I was excited, and took a breath to calm myself. "Mom, right now, people believe in me, and are willing to give me every opportunity to prove what they think is possible and I'm not going to pass that up."

She sat quietly, saying nothing, but revealed a disappointing expression about her. I noticed and was perplexed, not understanding why she didn't have an array of joy within her face. Suddenly, I felt as if she disapproved of everything that I was doing; causing me to slump in my chair, and feeling isolated.

I stood up, and walked by her, brushing my hand along her arm as I passed, and said, "I'm sorry mother. I'm just doing what I think is best for us."

"I'm not upset with any of your business decisions Allen. I think you have made some very mature decisions and maybe a few beyond your years, and I am happy for you, but what concerns me is you have forgotten someone," she replied, but not mentioning her name. I knew she was speaking of Sam.

"I haven't forgotten her mom, I just think the time isn't right."

"Is there someone else son?" She asked, bluntly.

I thought for a moment then answered truthfully. "I have met a couple of women and a girl. Nothing serious, but I have been with them," I said, knowing she understood what I meant.

"I spoke to Sam the day before yesterday. She called, wanting to know if I had heard from you. I told her the truth. I hadn't."

"What else did she say?"

"That no matter how long it took she would be there whenever you decided to call her. She felt as if you were angry because she didn't go to Detroit, and it would take time for you to get over it."

"I was angry mom, or I still am. No matter what she thought, we had that trip planned and she knew how much I wanted to be with her. I don't give a damn about that bookstore. She was wrong not to meet me!"

Mom stood, walking up to me, and putt her arms around me. "I know Allen. I saw what it did to you. I saw the disappointment in you, but think about it. She has the same desires and ambitions as you, and she wants to get away from that life, which offered her nothing."

"Mom, you know I love you and respect everything you say, but this is something I need to work out on my own."

"Okay, you win, I'll not question you anymore. You're a man now, and you have every right to live your own life. But, let me say one other thing and I'll leave you alone."

"And, what's that?"

"I feel a change has come over you."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"You may be making the right decisions, but also, you may be falling prey to all of this."

"You may see it that way mom, but I see it as getting it while I can."

"I just think you might try looking in the mirror sometimes."

"Mom, I like what I see in the mirror!"

"Just something for you to think about Allen."

"Okay, okay, thanks mom," I said, hugging her.

I walked back through the door, separating our rooms and looked back, saying, "Raymond will be here soon, he'll want you to sign the contracts. I'm going to shower. Oh, by the way, my publicity agent will be here at eight, and. ah...

"And you have a young lady coming by, afterwards".

"Yes, mom," I answered, thinking, she reads my mind.

We met with Raymond and everything was signed. After he left, I got a call from Sharon, apologizing, asking if we could meet in the next day or two, that she had something of importance to take care of. She sounded as if she had been crying. I asked her if there was something I could do to help. She thanked me but said everything was in her control.

I lay on the bed, reading the script given to me by Raymond. It seemed awkward reading lines and below it explained every emotion or act that represented that moment. It was a movie about a young F-16 pilot, a year after participating in combat missions in the Gulf war, he was accused of dropping a missile on a village of innocent people. With overwhelming evidence stacked against him, he recruits help from a young female lawyer.

There was a knock at the door. If it was Anna, I had expected her to ring me from the lobby. I jumped up, quickly answering the door and stood, dumbfounded at what I was looking at. She stood for a moment, then slightly cocked her head and asked, "Are you going to allow me to stand out here all night?"

"I'm sorry, it's just that..."

"What!" she laughed and walked in as I held the door for her.

She was wearing her hair up, partially in curls, with a diamond hairpiece, elegantly styled with beautiful diamond and pearl earrings, dangling on gold about two inches. Her dress was black, skintight and very short, within four inches from her panties, if she was wearing any. Her breasts were partially exposed from it being low cut and the pearl necklace accentuated her bare chest. However, her face, it was perfection, right off the cover of a magazine.

"What!" she asked again, while I mauled her body with my thoughts.

"You! I can't believe it. You're so beautiful. Why aren't you modeling already?"

She turned smiling, facing me. "Thank you. That is so sweet," she replied. When she looked into my eyes, I was paralyzed for a moment, gazing into her blue eyes, perfectly done in makeup as if she were prepared for the cover of a magazine. "My sister insisted I use her makeup artist," she confessed.

"I ah... I thought you would call from the lobby. Where would you like to go?"

She turned, walking over to the bed and sat down. She crossed her leg, bracing herself with her arms slightly extended behind her. Looking on the bed, she saw the script I was reading, 'Desperate Measures'.

"What do we have here?" she asked, picking it up. "Desperate Measures." How did you come across this script? Alexia says Ed Goodwin hasn't found a leading actor yet, and there were about ten actors in the running for the lead roll and that has been cut to three."

I didn't answer, but walked over, kneeling before her. I took the script from her hands and placed it to her side, never moving my eyes from hers. I was still marveling in her beauty, staring at her perfect complexion. I reached my palm to her neck, leaned forward and kissed her. We moved our lips around, her bright red lipstick smearing on my lips as we forced our tongues into the others mouth. We began to breathe heavily as I caressed her bare skin over her shoulders and down her chest, gliding my fingertips over the portion of her breasts that were exposed. Touching the soft mounds exhilarated my senses, causing my face to flush and tingling sensations rushed through me.

She flinched, as it apparently was having the same affect on her. We continued kissing as I caressed down her bare arms until our hands met, we pressed them together, extending them up beside our shoulders, palms pressed together. Our fingertips softly touched each other's, sending impulses of sensuality up our arms, reaching that inner part of our bodies.

Pulling back to catch my breath, I stared into her eyes for a moment, both of us continuing to breathe heavily, and then moved my eyes slowly down her body until I stopped at her bare thighs. Her dress had slid up, exposing her black thong panties that had divided the lips of her cunt. Oh shit, I thought to myself, seeing something I had only heard of but never seen. The view and even my thoughts of this were overwhelming.

I lowered my lips to her knees, gliding my tongue over them, kissing every so often to taste the full flavor of her body. She placed her fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp as I moved up her thighs, kissing every inch to please her, and myself. Goose bumps covered her flesh, suggestive of the sensation she was experiencing as my mouth moved closer to her moist spot.

Vulnerably, her knees slowly separated almost instinctively as her upper body fell back on the bed. Her mind was now reduced to total submission; her limp body, willing to succumb to everything I was willing to share with her. I leaned forward, pressing my mouth to the bump, defining the upper part of her slit. I slightly rose, placing my palm on the mound, caressing its softness, yet feeling the firmness of its structure, gliding my thumb down into her slit. She exhaled moans of pleasure as my thumb worked its way under her thong and finding the hard pearl protruding from between her lips.

Her body squirmed under my touch, sending erotic sensations throughout my body, stimulating me to the point I was willing to give everything of myself to please her. I curled my thumb around the wet thong dividing her lips and pulled it to the side, exposing her to my tongue that darted to it. I lapped it in haste, and sucked the juices into my mouth, swallowing it with my own saliva.

She grabbed the spread, pulling it to her mouth and was biting on it to spare herself from clinching her teeth. I continued ravaging her with my tongue and sucking the pearl that had extended almost three quarters of an inch.

She reached down, grabbing her dress and raised her hips to remove it, finally removing it completely. She caressed her breasts and nipples as I continued probing her cunt with my tongue. I grabbed the top of her thong, quickly removing it, and then awkwardly began unzipping my pants as I pressed my tongue back inside of her.

She placed her hands under her knees, pulling them apart, as much as she could stretch them, suggesting me to probe deeper. I stood for three to five seconds, all the time I need to remove my jeans and underwear at the same time and return my mouth to her cunt. I placed my hands under the cheeks of her ass allowing me to pull my face to her.

Just as suddenly, her body began to quake as if spasms had overtaken her body. She screamed loud, almost putting fear into my mind.

"Oh my god. Ooh, yes. Oh yes Allen. Do it! Suck my clit! Suck it hard!" she shouted, holding her knees wide, with her body bucking under my mouth. Just as it happened, she began slowing down, until finally, she released her legs, allowing them to fall into my grasp. I lowered them until her feet were touching the floor. Her body was now damp as I slid my hands over it.

I stood, looking down over her body while removing my shirt. Her eyes opened and she displayed a quick smile, stretching her arms to me. I slowly unbuttoned it while her eyes gazed over every part of me and brought a shift in her expression when I removed it.

I leaned forward, taking her hands and pulled her up to me. She threw her arms around me, burying her face in the patch of hair on my chest. Her hands groped my body, feeling as if she were testing to see if I was real.

I pulled away slightly, leaning over and pulling the covers back for us. Taking her by the shoulders, I turned her back toward the bed, and laid her down. She positioned her body lengthwise on the bed. I put a knee down, and she grabbed my arm.

"Allen?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry, but would you mind wearing protection. I'm not on the pill and this is not a good time for me to do it. I'm sorry," she said, almost begging.

"Anna, I don't have any condoms," I replied, sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling frustrated.

"Would you hand me my pocketbook."

I turned quickly looking at her, wondering why she had them, if indeed she did. I picked it up off the floor and handed it to her.

"I stopped on the way over here. I had every intention in seducing you. Do you mind?" She asked, with a little frown.

I quickly smiled. "I suppose under those circumstances I could forgive you."

She smiled while handing me one. I had put one on before, just before Sam came by one afternoon. Just to see what it felt like. I chickened out at the last minute, not liking the feel of it, but this was different. I knew I wasn't going to get any without one so I tore the wrapper open and rolled it over my prick. Now, somehow, foreplay seemed distant to me, and all I wanted to do was fuck and get this thing off of me.

I looked at her as if asking, are you satisfied. She returned that look with one of, I'm sorry, and then reached her hand out for me.

I rolled over as she spread her legs for me. I knew she sensed my anguish and began stroking me, and then pulling me until I entered her. Her lubricated vagina accepted the entry easily, bringing a slight moan of pleasure from her. Surprisingly, as I began moving in and out, the sensation wasn't much different from the normal, even so, the more I stroked. She put her hands to my chest and massaged while I thrust myself into her.

"Allen, fuck me hard," she whispered.

"As she asked, I thrust deep."

"Oh! Stop, stop!" she shouted as I felt myself bumping the back of her cunt.

I stopped immediately.

"No, don't stop, just do it easy at first."

I started again, slowly at first, and then after a couple of minutes I began to thrust more eagerly. I held that pace for a moment and then I began ramming hard, feeling that sensation approaching. She was now grunting to each thrust and at the same time murmuring, come on, come on, yes. It was then that I exploded into that damn rubber but my body was still overcome with ecstasy. She pulled me tightly into her, holding until she felt my body relax. I fell limp beside her.

I looked down and that disgusting thing looked like some sort of fungus attached to my prick. I quickly stood up, holding my prick with my shirt and walked to the bathroom, flushing it down the toilet.

I turned the shower on and stepped in, washing everywhere. I heard the toilet seat plop down on the commode and I knew she was using the toilet. I took a shorter than normal shower and as I slid the door open I noticed her still sitting on the commode, with her face buried in her hands. I stepped out while drying and walked over to her, kneeling down beside her.

"What is it? Did I do or say something to hurt you?" I asked, pulling her hands from her face. She was crying and wouldn't answer me.

"Please Anna, tell me what it is."

She opened her eyes to look at me and then looked down while spreading her legs. I didn't understand what she was suggesting to me.

"Your semen came out of me. That damn thing didn't work."

Suddenly, I felt guilty for not being more careful.

"I'm sorry, is there anything we can do now?" I asked, having no idea what to do.

"Wait, and keep our fingers crossed," she replied, burying her face into her hands again.

I had no answers but to comfort her at this time. I picked her up and carried her nude body back to my bed and lay next to her, pulling the covers over us as we held each other, soon falling asleep.

I awoke at four; we were still clinging to one another. All sorts of thoughts began running through my head, what if she were to get pregnant, would I then marry her. Would she want me too? Would she want an abortion? Would she do that? I turned slightly to look at her while she slept. She was so beautiful that if she were to get pregnant, I think I could fall in love with her. However, could she fall in love with me? She must have gotten up sometime during the night and showered. Her hair looked as if it had been washed and her makeup removed. Still, she was the prettiest girl I had ever seen.

Without awakening her, I eased out of the bed and went to the bathroom, showered again and shaved. Afterwards, I put my robe on and ordered breakfast, whole-wheat cereal with milk, enough for Anna too if she awoke. Within ten minutes, the bellhop knocked on the door bringing it up. I tipped him and carried it to the table near the window. I prepared mine and as I was about to eat, Anna got up, putting one of my shirts on and went to the bathroom. Given all my thoughts of what happened last night, didn't prevent me from becoming aroused, seeing her in my shirt.

She came out of the bathroom and walked over, setting in the chair next to me.

"Good morning beautiful," I said, meaning it, but trying to cheer her up at the same time.

"Good morning," she replied, cracking a little smile. "I must look a mess," she continued, fluffing her hair.

"To the contrary, I admired you while you slept.

"You must have been asleep too, having a dream."

I took her hand in mine, looking into her, beautiful eyes, and said, "I think you are very beautiful."

"That may change soon enough," she commented, her expression changing to one of desperation.

I sorted through all sorts of feeling I was having now, trying to come up with the right answers to get us through this time, arriving at one conclusion. "Anna, I want you to stay with me until we know for sure. If, it turns out that you are pregnant, I promise I will fall in love with you and ask you to marry me."

She laughed under her breath. "And if I'm not, do you still promise that you will still fall in love with me?" she asked, snickering.

I sensed she was serious, under the guise of that laugh. Looking at her with a serious expression I replied, "I feel in my heart that you are a very special person. Whatever you are willing to accept, I will do. It wouldn't be hard for me to fall in love with you, but I don't know if you would want to fall in love with me. All I can say is that I would never leave you alone to raise my child. I promise you that."

She laid her head over on my wrist, seeming to take comfort in what I had said. I placed my other hand on her head and caressed it. Her hair covered her face, flowing over my hand. It felt fine and silky to my touch. I leaned over, placing my face in it, smelling the fresh fragrance of clean hair.

Winding up the film!

Weeks passed and we were in the last days of shooting the film. All of my stunts were completed and I hung around only to pick up tips on acting, listening to the director and acting out in my mind as he directed. I had accepted the leading roll in, 'Desperate Measures' and banked over one and a quarter million dollars as a signing bonus, after taxes.

Mom had stayed true as a mother, showing up every morning with me on the set. She, for the past week, had remained in the hotel because my takes were finished and she wasn't required to be here with me.