Chapter 1

Corey Michaels let himself into his deluxe dressing room in the Spokane Civic Arena and threw himself into the overstuffed armchair. He ran a hand through his hair and thought back on the concert he had just performed.

'Wow. My first sold out arena.' he thought. 'Eighteen thousand crazy screaming fans. I'm wiped. Am I ever glad they threw in this totally cool dressing room. If you didn't know better, you'd swear it was a suite in a hotel. I may just stay here tonight and skip the drive back to the Sheraton.'

He poured himself a screwdriver at the wet bar, threw back a healthy swig, and headed for the shower. After undressing he stopped to appraise his dark haired, handsome form in the bathroom's full-length mirror. As always, he couldn't help feeling lucky about the body that fate had given him. Though he was twenty-eight his boyish face still looked nineteen, and that helped sell albums in today's market. It was even more surprising that he still seemed so young because he was a huge man, whose six foot nine inch height and two hundred and eighty pounds gave him a powerful physical presence in any room. He was in top shape, and a touch on the slim side of average build for his height.

When he got out of the shower he tied a towel around himself, threw another around his neck, and headed for the wet bar to top up his screwdriver. After another healthy swig he stood there toweling his hair dry, when he noticed the smell of perfume. Lifting the towel from his eyes and looking around, he saw the girl standing by the door.

Petite and shapely, with long sandy blond curls, she looked about five feet tall and sixteen years old. She wore black pointy toed ankle boots with white sox, a black pleated mini-skirt and a black fashion jacket, and was staring open-mouthed at his nearly naked body with rapt fascination. She had obviously not expected to find him with nothing on but a towel, and she looked like you could knock her over with a feather. He let her look and finished drying his hair while he considered what her unexpected presence signified. Settling the towel on his shoulders, he glanced over at her and took a sip of his drink.

"How did you get in here?" he asked in a conversational tone of voice. "I'm supposed to have two security guys in the hall, and I know the door was locked."

This seemed to snap her attention back to her present situation. She was suddenly very nervous, twisting her hands and looking down before answering.

"If I tell you, will you let me stay?" she asked softly.

"If you don't tell me, I'll call the police." he calmly replied. This brought a quick and shocked look at his face before she again looked at her feet, and a rush of words in reply.

"I work in the snack-bar upstairs and I stole a janitor's master key an' we waited till one guard went to the bathroom and my sister distracted the other one so he'd throw her out and I let myself in with the key. Please, please don't call the police!" This last came out in a choked and anguished voice, and it seemed to him that she was going to cry.

"All right. Just take it easy." He took another sip of his drink while she sniffed a couple of times and visibly tried to pull herself together.

"I remember you from the record signing at the mall today." he said thoughtfully. "I signed your tee-shirt and gave you a big hug. So tell me. What makes you risk arrest, and your job, to break in here and see me again tonight?"

With that she kicked off her boots and took a deep breath. As she spoke she walked slowly toward him, slipping off her jacket, dropping it on the floor behind her.

"I came here tonight because I want you to make love to me." she told him quietly as she gracefully closed the distance between them. As she came closer he couldn't help but notice three things. One was that she was wearing a really incredible perfume, Obsession or something, that he could not ignore. The second was that she was truly beautiful, with lightly tanned skin, delicate elvin features, a subtle touch of make-up and crystal blue eyes. The third was that she was wearing what looked to be a skintight T-shirt made of black panty hose, almost completely transparent, and beneath that she had what were perhaps the most perfectly shaped breasts he had ever seen. Full and round and amazingly firm, the skin of her slim chest met their bottoms in a gentle curve without hint of fold. They were what he would call medium sized, maybe a touch on the small side of medium sized, but they looked medium-large on her slight form. And her nipples were completely erect, though the room was warm.

Now it was his turn to be captivated. He shook his head, and with conscious effort tried to achieve some focus.

"Look," he said, "First, if you know anything about me, you know I never sleep with my fans. Second, we don't know each other, and have no way of knowing whether it would work out between us. And third, I'm twenty eight years old, and I think I'm a little too old for a girl your age."

She reached the bar and looked up into his face with a little smile before steadying herself with one hand on the bar to remove her sox.

"First," she said, in her sweet little voice, "I know you haven't dated anyone since that model left you for what's-his-name from the tennis tour about three months ago. Second, I don't dream of being in love with you, I dream of making love with you." She straightened, and smiling for him again, began unbelting her skirt. "Third, I'm eighteen years old and have I.D. in my jacket to prove it, and in this state that makes me a woman." Her skirt slid to the ground and she turned almost halfway around while watching him over her shoulder. What he thought was a sheer T-shirt was actually a body stocking. Like a one-piece swimsuit with short sleeves, it had nothing covering her behind, only a spaghetti string that disappeared down the line between her cheeks.

'That, ' he thought, 'is either the most perfect little ass I've ever seen, or the littlest perfect ass I've ever seen.'

"Fourth," she said, "I've saved myself for you. I've never been with a man before. I'm a virgin. And fifth," she said as she turned to face him once again, "I can see that you want me." And with that she nodded to where his towel was rapidly becoming a tent as his desire stirred his erection.

"Wow." he said, then paused, "You're really something." He took her hands in his and looked into her eyes. "What's your name?"

"Amanda. Amanda Thomas."

"Amanda. Well look Amanda, you really are very special, and you're making it very difficult for me to be a gentleman about this, but you really don't want me to be your first. I'm very big, and you're very small, and I don't think you realize how much I would hurt you, even if I tried very hard to be gentle. Let me give you a signed copy of my C.D. and call you a cab, all right?"

For a moment neither one spoke or moved. Then she said, "Feel my heart." She took his big right hand in both of her little ones and pressed his palm against her chest, his thumb and index finger cupping the underside of her left breast. He could feel her whole body was shaking, and her heart beat like a trip-hammer. Still holding his hand in both of hers she began rubbing his palm against her perfect left tittie, her nipple so hard it almost felt like it was scratching his palm through the nylon.

"For almost seven months I've had wet dreams about you every night, Corey. Every night. For almost seven months it seems like I can't think of anything when I'm awake except you making love to me. I've spent every waking hour for the last two weeks trying to plan for tonight, what to wear, what to say, how to get you to see me, how to get in here. I know every girl hurts some the first time, it shouldn't make that much difference that you're bigger than average."

Suddenly her nerve broke, and she threw her arms around his waist and pressed herself against him. "Please Corey, I'll do anything you want, anything!" she begged, "Just don't send me away! Oh God, please Corey, please don't send me away!"

And if all of that combined with the feel of her deliciously perky tits rubbing against his belly weren't enough to get him hard as a rock, after a moment she lifted her mouth and began to suck his right nipple.

As her warm wet mouth closed around it she licked it with the tip of her tongue. A wave of pleasure passed through his body, and a dozen thoughts and feelings passed through his mind. One was how much he'd tried to avoid this situation, as he knew it was seldom a good idea to get involved with someone when they had a hero worship thing for you. Another was a strong feeling of power, as he realized that this pretty young thing was probably quite serious about doing anything he asked, and it bothered him that this feeling of power was a really intense rush. For a moment he was afraid of what he might ask her to do. He knew she was at her peak of sexual desirability, yet her small size combined with the way she suckled at his nipple gave her a child-like aspect that fired his passion and excited him like nothing he'd ever experienced, and this troubled his conscience in a way he could not identify.

Yet another part of his mind resented what she had done, and felt that she had used his own feelings against him, to manipulate him into a situation he would have otherwise avoided. This part of him wanted to throw her down on the bed and hurt her little pussy with his cock, to roughly penetrate her and revel in her pain, as punishment for her disregard for his choices. And this bothered him most of all.

He stood there, locked in indecision, as she slowly squirmed her body against his. He finally reached for her shoulders, to push her away from him, but found that he could not. His hands began firmly rubbing her shoulders and back, her head and the back of her neck, pressing her body against his. Her full mane of sandy blond curls reached the small of her back, and felt so luxurious. No mousse, gel, or hair spray, just lots of soft, clean, beautiful hair. Soon he realized that the towel was holding his dick down at a very uncomfortable angle, which was rapidly becoming painful.

He grasped her shoulders and pushed her away from him, but she only wrapped her arms around his waist even tighter.

"Please, I've gotta move it." he said as he tried to peel her off. She looked up into his eyes, and he looked down toward his crotch. "It hurts, I've gotta move it."

She followed his glance down. "Oh." she said quietly, as understanding dawned. She let him push her off to arms length, then she very quickly reached out and unfolded the towel from where it was tucked in at his waist. It dropped to the floor, freeing his cock, which sprang up to full erection.

"Ahhhh..." the groan of relief forced itself from his throat. His cock was as hard as it had ever been before, the head pulsing only an inch and a half from his belly, the shaft almost parallel to his flat and muscled torso, his circumcised skin stretched to it's limit by the power of his swelling. She stood transfixed by it, his hands still on her shoulders, as she realized just how big it really was. A real nine inches long, she knew it must be thicker than her wrist. She reached out and gently touched it, then softly wrapped her hand around it, saw how far her fingertips were from touching her thumb. His dick was so sensitive a shudder rippled through his body at the contact. Her touch felt cool on his pulsing member for a moment, then hot. She pulled it gently to the side a couple of inches and let go, to see it immediately snap back to vertical, with hardly a vibration as it centered itself.

"Wow." she breathed, awestruck.

"Think about it." He whispered quietly. "Think about how it'll feel inside you. Because if we keep going now, you can't turn back. I don't think I'll be able to make myself stop. I've never been with a girl who was a virgin, and I've never had anyone small like you before. So I need you to make a conscious decision. And I need to hear you say the words to me."

She stared at his dick for a moment more, and licked her lips, before she straightened her shoulders beneath his hands like she was coming to attention. She looked him straight in the eye, and spoke;

"Corey, I know you've never gone out with a girl who was shorter than five feet ten, and I hope you don't hold it against me that I'm small. I know that I want you to do this for me more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. If it hurts me, then I want you to hurt me. I need you Corey, and I won't turn back on you. I won't ask you to stop. You can do it to me any way you want."

He kept his hands on her shoulders and his gaze on her face; seeing there the rebellious determination, the open desire, and complete adoration.

"All right, Amanda. We can do this. I still feel like I'm making a mistake, but you've got me more excited than anything that's ever happened to me. Feel my heart." With that he pulled her close, held her head against his chest, her ear to his heart so that the beat thundered in her ear.

"Oh thank you Corey, thank you..."

"Shhhh." he said, embarrassed by her gratitude. "Shhh."

He bent down to kiss her, and she lifted her face to his, a gentle brushing of lips before she wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes and parted her lips. Her breath came fast into his mouth, she was almost panting, and he was surprised that her breath had no smell, like pure warm air. It made him curious how she would taste. He gently pressed his open lips to hers and tentatively licked her teeth, the tip of her tongue, under her tongue, seeking the moisture there. Sure enough, at first she seemed totally tasteless, like pure water was the only liquid her mouth had ever held. After a moment he realized that she did have a subtle taste, like pure organic love, and he hungered for it. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, as far as it would go, and for a second she drew back from this, his first penetration of her. His tongue seemed to fill her little mouth completely, and she was momentarily afraid he would shove it right into her throat and choke her. When it didn't, she began to suck on it, gently and slowly caressing it with her lips and tongue like she imagined she would do when giving head.

He slowly slid his right hand down her nylon covered back and onto her bare bum. As her attention shifted to his hand on her ass she held still, only maintaining a light suck to keep his tongue all the way in her mouth. He cupped and caressed her right cheek, squeezing the delightful little orb, while lightly grinding the heel of his hand between her cheeks until he was pressing the string against her tiny opening there. Then he lightly stroked across until he was cupping her left cheek, his fingertips lightly pressing into her crack. The tip of his ring finger was now pressing the string against her anus. He pushed a little harder with that fingertip, pushing a little of the string inside her. She flinched a bit, then began pushing her bum back against his hand.

"Wow." he thought. "She's so responsive." He stroked his palm around her hip, up and down once on her belly, then up and all the way down to cup her nylon covered pussy. She shivered, her breath coming fast through her nose. His three middle fingers by themselves more than covered all of her delicate mound, from the top of her pubic hair to where his middle fingertip pressed on her string covered bumhole. He could feel the little snap that held the string to the front of the crotch of her suit.

He realized that he was uncomfortable bending over this far to kiss her, looking straight down, and that she was reaching up as high as she could, standing on tiptoe, tilting her face back all the way. Slowly, he dropped his right shoulder, slid his right arm behind her knees, and picked her up, cradling her gently in his arms. She was so light it was effortless to lift her. He straightened his back and turned from side to side a bit to work the kinks out, while she squirmed against him like she could fit herself even more closely against his chest, or like she was rubbing her pussy against something that wasn't there. Then she slowly ran her hands up the back of his neck, rubbed his head, and began actively sucking his tongue again. This time she added something new to her previous motions; a little tiny chewing action like a baby at the nipple. This excited the hell out of him, and he held still and let her do it, because he suddenly had to put all his will-power into fighting down the overwhelming urge to slam his achingly hard maleness into her now NOW NOW! He knew he had an incredible night ahead of him, and he wanted to make it last as long as he could, and to savor every moment.

He opened his eyes and watched her face as he slowly withdrew his tongue from her mouth. She sucked a little harder, like she wanted to prevent it's escape, and at the end she made a pleading little 'Mmm' sound and pursed her lips around the tip, to prolong the contact.

She lay back in his arms and settled her cheek against his shoulder as he straightened up. Eyes still closed, her face a smile of contentment, she had a shiver of pure joyful delight. She looked positively angelic.

'Wow.' he thought to himself in amazement, 'I'm really going to do this. I can't believe this beautiful girl would just walk in here and ask me to take her virginity. Ask me, hell, she begged me!'

He carried her over to the big comfy armchair and sat down in it. He settled her in his lap and was content for the moment to just look at her, so pretty, so trusting, snuggled into his lap like it belonged to her. She murmured something into his chest, so softly he could barely hear she had spoken.

"What? " he whispered.

"I said I can't believe I'm in the arms of Corey Michaels." She lifted her head and gazed into his eyes. "That I'm here with you. That we're going to... become mated. I've dreamed of this a thousand times, but you're so much better than a dream."

"C'mon," he said, "Don't go giving me a swelled head." he changed the subject; "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

She blushed a little. "I've never done that with anyone else, but it was in my fantasies of you. Like the way I walked across the room taking my jacket off. Like... like sucking your nipple." She seemed to get a bit of a naughty thrill from saying the words, and she leaned down a bit to take his nipple between her lips and give it a little lick before she continued speaking. "I pictured you picking me up like you did, but I didn't think you'd carry me to an armchair and hold me on your lap. I thought you'd carry me to the bed. And of course I didn't think you'd be naked already." she giggled.

"I just met you." he said. "I feel like I should get to know you at least a little before I just up an' have sex with you."

"Just up an' have sex with me?" she giggled.

"What, you think my terminology is funny?" he asked with a smile. "And you with 'We're going to become mated'?"

They shared a laugh.

"I guess that does sound a little silly." she said bashfully. "As for getting to know me, I'm just a silly little college girl who lives here in Spokane, who dreams of making love with you every night."

"Are you serious?" he asked, "I mean really? Every night?"

She sat up, and knelt between his legs on the seat of the chair. She held his face in her hands and looked him in the eyes. She spoke the words one at a time.

"Every. Single. Night."

She kissed him hard, thrusting her little tongue into his mouth, only to withdraw it and nibble his lower lip, suddenly biting it just hard enough to hurt and just as quickly releasing it. She kissed and licked a line from his chin to his ear, then softly whispered, her breath tickling his ear;

"And when I'm dreaming of you, and I show you my naked body, I do it like this."

She pushed herself back and stood on the floor in front of him, facing him with her feet together. Watching his face the whole time, she slowly reached between her legs with her thumb and forefinger and released the little snap. Her bodysuit had been stretched to cover her, and he heard the string in the back snap free from between her buns. She very slowly gathered the front in both hands and raised it to just below her breasts. She crossed her hands, and grasping the bottom edge again, she pulled it just over her head and shook her hair free of the neck-hole. She paused there, her hands behind her head, the bodysuit still around her arms, and the rest of her body at attention; feet together, buns tight, breasts held proudly high.

Her nudity hit him harder than he'd thought it would, considering that the bodysuit basically didn't cover anything. Partially because the pose she had paused in looked more than a little submissive; it almost looked like her arms were tied behind her head, and partially because her little pussy was completely bare. He'd known from the view through the sheer nylon that she couldn't have had much pubic hair, but somehow he hadn't expected her to have none. He reached out and gently brushed his fingertips over her naked mound. It was completely smooth, and looked like the pussy of a little girl. He frowned, and she saw the look cross his face.

"Does it bother you that I have no pubic hair?" she asked.

"It bothers me that you have no stubble." he replied. "Are you sure you're eighteen?"

"Is that all!" she laughed, relieved. "Yes, I'm very sure I'm eighteen. I don't like my pubic hair, and stubble is itchy after about ten hours, so I pluck it."

"You pluck it? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Sure, but not as much as a bikini wax." she said with a smile.

"Oh." He had no other reply to that, and continued to caress her mound with his fingertips, fascinated in spite of himself. After a minute she slowly drew her hands over her head in front of her and let the bodysuit fall down her arms to her wrists. She twisted one hand around so that it was tight around her wrists, bowed her head, relaxed her arms and bent her knees a little. Suddenly she looked very submissive, and her hands definitely looked tied in front of her. It was a look that hit him so hard he could barely breathe. Then she said The Sentence. She said it just loud enough for him to hear:

"Hurt me, Master."

It seemed to take a moment for him to comprehend what she had said, a moment for The Sentence to percolate down into the center of his brain, and when it did, it exploded into anger.

In one motion he burst out of the chair, ripped the body stocking from her wrists, and gathered her tightly into his arms, holding her with her feet dangling far off the floor. He stood there, shaking with rage and trembling with passion, and growled through clenched teeth into her ear:

"Don't DO that! Don't SAY that! Don't even THINK like that! DON'T YOU REALIZE THAT I COULD REALLY HURT YOU?!!"

He'd never felt anything like this. He was shocked, afraid, and confused by the strength of his reaction. She began to whisper soothingly in his ear.

"It's okay. It's all right. I'm sorry. I won't say it again. Relax. It's gonna be all right."

It didn't help. He had to fight off another wave of the overpowering urge to throw her on the bed and fuck his cock into her tender little pussy with all his force. When that passed, he almost gave in to another powerful urge to squeeze the life out of her, and actually squeezed her hard for a second, before he controlled himself. So there he stood, every muscle flexed and jumping with unspent energy. She braced her forearms against his chest, wrapped her legs around his waist, and whispered;

"You can squeeze me. I'm in good shape, I won't break."

Desperate for an outlet, he hesitated, then laid his forearms along each side of her back, his palms flat on her shoulder blades, and squeezed her naked body to his with all his strength. Her breasts were crushed against him, her hard nipples digging into his chest, and he growled deep in his throat. She needed all the strength of her arms pushing back against his chest to be able to breathe, but his force was distributed over her whole back. He had no leverage, and as he hoped, he couldn't hurt her with his arms in that position.