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Authors name: Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
Story title : Journal of an Agent: Ashley Judd
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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 21 - Ashley Judd
By Carnage Jackson (carnagejackson@hotmail.com)
***
It's been almost a year now since I took over my father's
talent agency, abandoning my life at the time to come out
and try to maintain his very profitable business -
meeting and well, sleeping with, a pretty big amount of
celebrities. I had told myself that after six months I'd
call it in and go back East to the lifestyle I grew up
in. But now, I think that at least a little more time
spent in Hollywood might be in my best interest.
I stood right now in the airport lobby, having just flown
into the Louisville, Kentucky airport. Beside me stood my
current love interest, Natalie Portman. We were in
Kentucky to visit her friend Ashley Judd for a weekend in
the country, and to give me a chance to try and lure away
Ashley from her current agent, some nobody out of New
York.
"Dean, are you SURE you got all your bags? I mean, I know
I only have one but come on, I've never seen a guy bring
three suitcases for a two day trip," Natalie said,
laughing at me in good fun. I had brought so much
luggage, one of the "suitcases" actually being my
briefcase and a lot of paperwork for Ashley to hopefully
look over. The rest...well, I had to admit that I had
probably over packed, not sure what the weather would be
like in Kentucky that time of year.
"I know, I know. Better to always be prepared. That's
what my mother used to say anyways. Besides, you said
Ashley wanted to go hiking in the woods this weekend any
ways right?" I asked, slugging my briefcase over my
shoulder and trying to keep up with Natalie, who happened
to only have one bag over her petite shoulder.
Natalie was wearing a pair of burgundy corduroy ankle-
length Capri pants and a t-shirt, a baseball cap planted
firmly on her head to try and keep her from being noticed
by any die-hard Star Wars fans. The newest Star Wars film
was going to be coming out real soon, which meant intense
media attention towards Natalie, especially given the
scantily clad costumes she was reportedly supposed to be
wearing in the film (she refused to tell me one way or
the other, just smiling mischievously whenever I asked).
She had confided in me that she didn't really mind being
in the spotlight or the PR work that promoting the film
required, she just hated getting cornered by the hardcore
fans.
Hailing one of the waiting cabs outside the airport, we
piled in and gave the driver Ashley's address as he
pulled away.
"You folks better get comfortable," he said in a thick
Southern drawl "This here is out in the middle of
nowhere. It's a 45 minute drive, depending on traffic,"
Natalie sighed a little exasperatedly and settled back
into the seat, taking my hand in hers, her small fingers
wrapping against mine. I was exhausted from the flight,
flying first from Los Angeles to New York to meet Natalie
and then hopping on another plane to come to Kentucky.
Natalie removed her baseball cap and shook her long brown
hair free, resting her head against my shoulder. Now it
was my turn to sigh as I laid my head against the back of
the cab and closed my eyes.
*
I must have dozed off, because when I awoke the scenery
had changed drastically - trees lined the road on both
sides and there didn't seem to be any cars coming at us
or behind/in front of us. I was awakened by the feeling
of Natalie's hand rubbing against my thigh, very close to
my crotch. I adjusted myself so that I was more
comfortable and looked down at Natalie. Her eyes met mine
and she smiled, the fading light of the sunset reflecting
off her angelic face.
"You remember the first time we got together, in the back
of that limo?" she whispered softly to me, her mouth
close to my ear. "You remember how we much fun that was,
the thrill that we might get caught?" Natalie said, her
hand now resting squarely on my cock, rubbing it gently
through my jeans.
"How could I forget. That night was incredible, in a lot
of ways," I whispered back to her. I realized that the
whispering was unneeded, as the driver of the cab had on
a pair of head phones and seemed to rocking out to some
country or rock station, the faint sound of it's melodies
competing with the hum of the cab's engine for the only
sound that was audible.
"Well, I was thinking about it while you were sleeping
and it got me incredibly horny," Natalie said, rubbing my
crotch even faster now. "And I was thinking, since there
is no one around and the driver isn't paying
attention..." she trailed off.
I just leaned my head down and kissed her head, putting
my hand over hers that rested on my lap, giving her a
sign of encouragement. Natalie slowly unzipped my pants
and reached her hand into the jeans, grasping my cock
through my boxers, glancing up every second or so at the
driver to make sure he indeed wasn't watching.
Very slowly and quietly, she began to jerk me off, her
small fingers caressing my now very hard meat. I leaned
back more into the faux-leather seat, spreading my legs a
little to allow her more access. A casual glance by the
driver would have only shown Natalie's small body pressed
against my chest, one of my arms wrapped around her
shoulder.
Of course, what he wouldn't have seen was me slowly
snaking my hand up under Natalie's shirt and cupping her
small breasts, rubbing the nipple between my fingers as
Natalie's hand slowly moved up and down on my shaft.
Natalie sighed quietly as I rubbed her, alternating
between her breasts slowly, both of us very cautious not
to give this backwoods country cab driver a free show.
We continued like this for a while, Natalie's forehead
slowly starting to glisten with sweat and my own orgasm
very near. I had managed to work her breasts free from
the constraints of her bra, her hard nipples rubbing
against my palm. Natalie's face was flushed as she turned
her lips upward to kiss me, a deep and passionate kiss
that was also quite tender. Her mouth tasted just the way
I remember - like heaven, with a slight taste of some
kind of fruit and a small tongue that was no match for my
own.
Unfortunately, just as I was about to cum right there in
the back of the cab, the driver pulled off his headphones
and said "Is this the place?"
We were both startled and I think jumped at least six
inches off the seat, pulling away from each other
hurriedly. Natalie quickly adjusted her shirt while I
zipped up my pants, my orgasm so close that it was almost
painful.
"Uhh...let me check," Natalie said, reaching into her
purse to pull out a picture of the house. Though it was
now just about dusk, the house the driver was now idling
in front of was quite obviously Ashley's Kentucky home.
"Yeah...yea, this is the place," Natalie replied. We both
opened our doors and got out, digging our stuff out from
the trunk of the cab. Setting it on the ground, Natalie
went in towards the house while I fished in my pocket for
the money for the driver. As she walked past, the driver
startled us both by grabbing hold of Natalie's wrist.
Natalie looked a little frightened by the sudden
movement, but it turned out to be nothing.
"Geez, I hate to do this, but Ms. Portman, do you think I
could get an autograph? My two sons just loved watching
you in that Phantom movie and they would just die if they
knew I had Queen Amidala in the back of my cab," the
driver said in a soft voice, smiling at Natalie.
"Oh! Oh, yes, of course, sure. What are your sons names
so that I can make it out to them?" Natalie asked.
"Ben and Taylor. And if you could make it out to me, Jim,
I'd appreciate it too," the driver said very politely.
"Not a problem," Natalie said, smiling. The driver had
given her a little notepad to write on and Natalie
quickly scrawled a message to the three Kentuckians.
Handing the pad back to the man, Natalie said "Here you
go,"
I stood beside her now and held out the money for the
fare, about to hand him a hundred dollar bill.
"Thanks for going out of your way like this, Jim," I
said. "You can keep the change"
"No, you put your money away young man. No charge for
this fare. It's not every day I get to drive around
royalty," he said.
"Well, thank you very much," I said, gathering up my
bags. Natalie and I watched the man turn around on the
dirt road that we were now on and watched him drive off
when he stopped the cab again.
"Oh, and listen. I won't tell anyone about what you two
lovebirds were doing back there," Jim said, again smiling
that country smile.
Both Natalie and I must have blushed at the same time
because he laughed now. "Don't worry about it. After
driving this heap of metal for 15 years, you two are
HARDLY the most outrageous thing I've ever seen happen in
my back seat. Take care,"
Driving off, Natalie and I waved to him. "You believe
him?" I asked, still a little dumbfounded that he would
give up 100 bucks for an autograph "Sure, people out here
are different than those LA snobs you are used to,"
Natalie replied, giving my cheek a quick peck.
We walked up the gate to the house, luggage in tow. "I
hope Ashley has something to eat, I'm starving!" Natalie
said.
*
The two girls had met when Natalie filmed her last non-
Star Wars film, "Where the Heart Is" with Ashley, and had
apparently become close friends, exchanging email and
keeping in touch with each other through instant messages
and other Internet mumbo jumbo that I just didn't quite
understand. We had planned this trip to coincide with
some of Ashley's down time between films and right after
Natalie's mid-term exams. Of course, my schedule was
flexible enough to be able to leave whenever I wanted to,
but I still had hoped to get a little bit of work done
this time and to be able to still write the trip off as a
business expense.
"Well, well, well, look at these two city slickers,
walking up onto Judd property," Ashley called to us from
her porch. She leaned against a column on the house, her
arms crossed against her chest. She was dressed pretty
casually like the both of us, wearing a torn University
of Kentucky t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Despite being a
pretty big star in Hollywood, it seemed that the country
accent and upbringing from her family of singers hadn't
worn off of her completely yet.
"Hey Ashley!" Natalie said as we walked up the steps to
the house. Natalie dropped her suitcase and hugged
Ashley, Ashley's height being significantly taller than
Natalie's petite frame. Though her hairstyle and color
had changed a lot, Ashley currently was set on a short,
cropped and curly brown hair color, the curls sticking
out in all kinds of directions.
I stood there awkwardly as the two girls chatted to each
other, almost oblivious to my presence. Ashley finally
stopped in mid-sentence and looked up at me.
"Oh! You must be the famous Dean Simonds that Natalie
just keeps raving about," Ashley said, walking over to me
and giving me an enthusiastic hug.
"That would be me. I like your house here, it's rustic
but still has some of that LA charm," I said.
"Spoken like a true West Coaster," Ashley replied dryly.
"Hey now, I grew up on the East Coast, up in New York, so
don't give me any of that West Coast bullshit. I'm just
in LA...visiting," I replied to her, laughing.
"Sure, sure, whatever," Ashley said, guiding us inside
"Here, come on in. You two are just in time for dinner.
Hey Dar, come here and say hi to Natalie and Dean,"
Ashley called down a hallway.
"Dar" was actually Dario Franchitti, Ashley's race car
driving fianc‚ of almost two years. A Scot, he was a
little taller than Ashley and looked just like a race car
driver, his black hair slicked back on top of his head.
We all sat down in the living room for a few minutes
while dinner was finishing being cooked (A veggie salad
for Ashley and Natalie, who were both vegetarians, and
fried chicken, biscuits and other home grown vegetables
for "Dar" and myself).
"So, are you two up for some hiking tomorrow?" Ashley
asked, sipping on a glass of wine while sitting in a
leather chair across the way from me and Natalie on the
couch.
"I am. I love being outside, especially this part of the
country. It's so relaxing to go out and just explore the
wilderness a little," Natalie replied. "Although, I'm not
sure how much hiking Dean will be able to do. His knees
always hurt even when we walk around New York City a
little. What a wuss," she said, playfully slapping my
chest.
She was right however. I had hurt my knee a long time ago
back in high school when I played soccer. A slide tackle
had pretty much ended my career then, and even to this
day whenever I walk a great distance, especially up
hills, I end up with a week's worth of pain.
"Well, that's ok. I wasn't going anyways - I know these
hills like the back of my hand and there really isn't any
reason for me to go again. This will be good then - you
and Natalie can hike it up and be back here in time for a
late afternoon dinner," Ashley said to Dario.
"Oh is that so?" Dario replied. "And what are you and Mr.
Simonds over there going to do all day?"
"Oh, I'm sure we will think of something," Ashley said,
winking at me. The whole room burst into laughter but
something told me that Ashley wasn't completely joking
around.
We ate dinner a few minutes later and the food was
delicious. I had had a grandmother who was from the South
and I always remember loving when she came to town
because of the delicious food she would always cook.
Though a little on the dry side, Ashley's fried chicken
was almost like those home cooked meals I had enjoyed so
many ages ago.
The four of us socialized for a while, but both Natalie
and I were exhausted from traveling and decided to go to
bed a little early. We made love for a little while but
finally just collapsed after a couple of go-arounds, both
of us too tired to go on.
"Dean, I hope you know that you can trust me tomorrow
with Dario when we go hiking," Natalie said, her head
resting on my chest. I could feel her small, soft frame
breathing in and out against me, her small breasts
crushed against my chest. Her sex lay on top of my right
leg, the warmth of our intercourse still giving it a
comforting and radiating warmth.
"Of course. I have no reason not to trust you. And
besides, I don't think that race car drivers are your
type. Too reckless. I think you'd rather date someone who
travels a lot. Someone who gets to meet all the stars and
get into all the big parties in Hollywood. You know,
someone like me," I replied, smiling at her. Natalie
lifted her head, her brown locks falling in front of her
face.
"Is that so? Gee mister, you have me all figured out!"
Natalie said playfully in a mock serious voice. She
leaned down to kiss me goodnight, a long and soft kiss (I
always will remember the feel of her tongue inside my
mouth. It always felt like heaven on earth).
"Goodnight," she murmured, rolling off of me. I could
tell she was about to fall asleep. I reached my arm over
and stroked her back as she lay breathing next to me,
feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips.
"Goodnight," I whispered and then began to feel myself
drifting off to sleep.
*
The next morning, I awoke to find Natalie already out of
bed and, come to find out, gone. Walking out into the
kitchen, I found Ashley sipping a cup of coffee and
reading the local newspaper.
"Morning," I yawned, scratching my messed up hair with my
hand lazily.
"Good morning," Ashley said, not looking up from the
paper. "They left around 6:00. It's an all day hike and
they wanted to get back before dark tonight, in case you
were wondering," Ashley said, finishing her sip.
"Oh. Ok. Well, where is that coffee pot? I think I need
to connect that caffeine directly into my veins. It was
so hard getting up this morning, that bed was incredibly
comfortable. I think you are trying to trap us here,
giving us all these creature comforts," I said, finding
the coffee pot and pouring myself a cup.
"Na, I can't trap Natalie. That girl is too strong willed
- she would never go for something like that. You on the
other hand...I'm still trying to figure you out, but you
seem to be the highly trappable type," Ashley said,
lifting her head up from the page for the first time.
She was wearing only a purple bathrobe and a pair of long
plaid pajama pants, her brown hair tied behind her head
in a ponytail.
"Figuring me out is easy - give me a big plate of food, a
big bed to sleep in and a girl to lie next to me and I'm
yours," I replied jokingly. "Of course, you could
probably say that for any man,"
"Touch‚," Ashley said, punching my arm lightly from
across the table affectionately. "So, you want some
breakfast or what? I don't have much meat in the house
but I bet I could scramble up some eggs for you,"
"That would be wonderful. Don't go to too much trouble
though," I said.
"No trouble at all. You're a guest in my house AND the
boyfriend of one of my best friends. I could go so far as
to suck your dick and it wouldn't be any trouble," Ashley
said. I couldn't tell from her tone of voice if she was
serious or not. I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable
sitting there in just an undershirt and boxer shorts.
Ashley picked up on my discomfort.
"That was a joke. Chill out. I'm engaged, remember?"
Ashley said.
"Right, of course. How silly of me. People in Hollywood
NEVER cheat on each other," I retorted smart-alecky.
"Hey mister, you better watch that mouth you got on ya.
We don't take too kindly to jokers here in the South,"
Ashley said in her deepest Southern accent. Ashley
returned to cooking the eggs and soon the room was filled
with the scent of cooking done by a chef who really knows
what they are doing.
After breakfast, I got in the shower and tried to think
of anything but Ashley. But no matter what I did, my mind
kept running over and over again the little flirting
gestures she had shown since we got here. I had been
unfaithful to Natalie before in our relationship, but
that was when we were across the country from each other.
I stood very little chance of getting caught.
But here I was, Natalie out for the afternoon but
possibly able to come back at almost any time, and one of
her best friends was hitting on me (an engaged one, no
less)! Was I out of my mind to think that even if Ashley
really was serious in her flirting that we could get away
with it without our significant others finding out?
The thrill of risking it all like that in such a
knowingly dangerous situation began to turn me on
incredibly, but I pushed my thoughts aside for the time
being. Shutting off the water and drying myself off, I
decided to see if Ashley continued her maneuvering and
take it from there...adultery requires two people, after
all.
I found Ashley relaxing on the swing of her porch,
quietly enjoying a glass of lemonade and reading a book.
Wanting to get my mind as far off sex as possible, I
walked back inside and grabbed my briefcase, bringing it
out in an attempt to persuade her towards joining my
firm.
"Oh no, I KNEW there was an alternate method to your trip
up here!" Ashley groaned upon seeing the briefcase.
"I know, I know. But this damn thing just follows me
around wherever I go. I figure I gotta make the most of
it when I can. So tell me Ashley," I said in my most
serious business voice. "How satisfied are you right now
with your current representation?"
"I'm completely satisfied. Well wait, no, I'm not
satisfied. I mean, I don't know! You big city boys come
down here and just confuse a little Southern belle like
me on purpose don't you?" Ashley said, reverting to her
Southern accent again. "Please, sit down and tell me
about all the services that you offer,"
She scooted over on the swing and I sat down. We talked
about her future films for a while and I found out that
she wasn't interested in making tremendous amounts of
money, she just wanted to star in a lot of movies and get
top billing. She wasn't even concerned with doing really
GOOD movies, she just wanted to move out from the shadow
of the rest of her family and prove that the Judds
weren't completely about just singing.
As we sat there, slowly rocking back on the swing, the
lazy fall breeze blowing in every now and then to jostle
my papers around, I noticed that Ashley had moved closer
and closer to me and that her legs were just about
touching my own.
I tried to play it off as a coincidence, but when she
started rubbing her leg against me (the rest of her body
acting on it's own accord), I knew she was serious. I
stopped her in mid-sentence.
"Ashley, do you really want to go down that path?" I
asked, looking deep into her brown eyes.
"I can keep a secret if you can," she replied, moving her
hand to my thigh. "But let's go inside so no one driving
by sees us,"
Ashley took my hand and led me into the house, drawing
the blinds as she did. Stopping me in front of the front
door, she reached down and pulled off my shirt, tossing
it onto a sofa. Taking my hand again, she led me to the
kitchen.
"Hmmm...I'm not sure if this is what I had in mind," I
said. Ashley didn't speak for a second, but instead
lifted up the back of her dress, revealing a quite firm,
tight ass with a green thong riding up the cleft of her
cheeks. Digging her fingers beneath the fabric, she
pulled it aside and gave me a first glimpse of her
beautiful cunt.
A light shade of brown, her pussy lips were a deep shade
of pink, and I saw a small tuft of blond hair above her
snatch. Her rosebud asshole was pert and cute and the
magnificent shape of her ass was a sight to behold for
sure.
"Oh come on Dean, I could use a good lay. And I KNOW you
haven't been faithful to Natalie while you are out there
in Los Angeles. But that's alright. I figure, if other
Hollywood whores are getting to have some fun, not to
mention a really good friend of mine, I might as well
enjoy it too," Ashley said. She had spread her legs wide
and her pussy was just an open invitation now, the
stiffness in my pants getting tighter by the second.
I didn't like being known as basically a Hollywood
gigolo, but if the shoe fits, wear it.
Unzipping my pants and letting them fall to the floor
before stepping out of them, I moved behind Ashley. I
rubbed the tip of my cock on her warm cheeks and between
her legs, but not quite entering her. I used my right
hand to rub and squeeze her ass, fondling it in my palm
and enjoying it's very slight jiggle. I slipped my finger
inside of her cunt and slowly began to move it in and out
of her, her pussy responding dramatically by wetting down
my hand as I finger fucked her.
Dropping to my knees, I slowly began to lick her ass,
moving from one cheek to the other with a few little
gentle bites every now and then to keep Ashley jumping a
little. Running my tongue between her legs, from her
pussy to her ass, I relished the sweet taste of this
actress. Her womanhood gave off an odor that was quite
pleasant and the taste of her cunt juice was like that of
a bitter kind of honey, sweet but with a little bit of a
kick.
Ashley had been biting on her lip, trying not to moan too
loudly as I ate her out. The thrill of knowing that
Natalie and Dario could walk in any second sent a slight
shiver of excitement down my spine, serving to only make
my dick that much harder. Ashley's moans became a soft
grunt now as I moved my fingers (I had three inside her
now) back and forth, the kitchen table rocking gently
back and forth as I thrust my hand in and out of her
faster and faster.
She was sopping wet now, and I could see her nipples
straining against the fabric of her dress from the
excitement. Ashley's head was rested on her arms but she
seemed to be on another level of consciousness as I
worked on her pussy, her eyes squinted closed tightly and
her mouth gasping for air. Satisfied that she was ready
to go, I positioned myself behind her and slowly slid the
head of my shaft inside of her, watching her pussy lips
expand and wrap tightly around me to "greet" me.
Ashley's pussy wasn't tight, but it wasn't loose either.
This made it easy for me to slip totally inside of her
within a thrust or two, my balls slapping against the
crack in her ass. I grabbed onto Ashley's hips and rocked
her body back against me, her legs holding firm onto the
ground as we moved in unison. Moving a hand up, I slid
the straps of Ashley's dress down and scrunched the whole
thing up at her waist, the fabric held in place on her
body by her sweat.
Cupping her breasts in my hand, I held them in my palms,
rubbing them around in circles as we moved. This little
extra attention paid to her breasts caused Ashley to
orgasm, spilling her juice down the inside of her leg.
Gasping for air after coming down from her orgasm, Ashley
seemed to have a renewed vigor and stood up from the
table slightly, reaching her arms back and pulling me
onto her own back. This forced her back down onto the
table, but Ashley was two steps ahead of me and, with my
own body now suspended on the table as well, she wrapped
her legs at the knee around my thighs.
This allowed me to get up into a better position by
thrusting into her on my knees. Ashley's back arched up
in the air as she thrust her ass higher for me to reach.
I began to pull in and out of her with each jab inside of
her, letting the head of my cock come out before shoving
it back into her hard. Each time I did this, Ashley
screamed even louder. I was really worried now about
someone hearing us, especially Natalie, but Ashley's
primal screams just encouraged me to go faster and longer
into her.
My balls tightened up and I felt my orgasm coming.
Bucking into Ashley harder now, the table shaking
violently on it's wooden legs, I unleashed my load deep
in Ashley's cunt. She felt my eruption and gave off one
final moan, so loud that it filled and echoed throughout
the entire house.
Spent, I collapsed on top of her and we laid there for a
few minutes, my softening prick still held in the deep
recesses of her cunt.
Suddenly, I heard voices outside - VERY CLOSE voices!
"Oh shit, I think they are back!" I whispered into
Ashley's ear. I promptly slid off of her, my dick coming
out her pussy with a plop and spilling a few drops of cum
down Ashley's leg.
Hurriedly, we both fixed our clothing, but it was then
that I realized that I had left my shirt in the living
room! I had put my pants and shoes back on, but without
the shirt, I knew I was toast. Natalie and Dario were
just coming up the front walk now. Frantic, I looked
around for a place to go.
Without saying a word, Ashley (who had quite easily slid
her panties back on and fixed her dress) pointed to the
tiny kitchen window above the sink. I looked at her
questioningly but I didn't have much choice right now.
Hopping onto the counter quickly, I threw the window open
and managed to get most of the way through before I felt
Ashley shoving hard on my feet.
This caused me to lose my balance and I landed with a
thud on the dusty ground below the window. Getting up and
brushing myself off, I crouched down by the window to
hear what was going on.
The front door opened first and I heard Natalie and Dario
come in talking to one another. Ashley had walked to the
living room to greet them now and I heard her voice
louder than the others.
"Hey you two. So, did Dar show you the very top of the
mountain?" I heard Ashley say.
"Yep. And you were write, that is an amazing view up
there. You can see for miles and miles. So peaceful,"
Natalie replied.
"Well, I'm glad that it was a worthwhile trip. I would
have gone with you, but I had things to do around here,
you know," Ashley said.
"It's ok baby, we didn't mind. Natalie is a natural
climber," Dario said. He must have walked over to Ashley
now because his voice sounded much closer.
"Hey, where's Dean? I wanted to tell him about the hike!"
Natalie said inquisitively. My heart froze in my chest -
I some how hadn't thought of that fact that Ashley might
be put on the spot. How stupid of me to leave my
relationship in the hands of someone who was just as
guilty as me!
"And why is his shirt laying here on the couch?" Natalie
said, now sounding a little angry and confused.
"Oh, so it is. He must have taken it off when he went
outside. The uhh...faucet out back was leaking and he
thought he could fix it. I guess he took off his shirt so
it didn't get dirty," Ashley stammered. I crossed my
fingers and hoped they bought it.
"I didn't know that the faucet was leaking. When did this
happen?" Dario said, his voice now ALSO taking on the
same concerned tone of Natalie's.
"No, it just started up while I was cleaning up the
kitchen. Dean is right out back, let me holler to him,"
Ashley said. I heard her walk towards the window and
stick her head out. She glanced down at me, crouching
like a little kid and did a sort of head jerking motion
that said "Get inside NOW!"
"Dean? You back there? Natalie and Dar are back!" Ashley
hollered and then her head disappeared. I counted to five
and stood up slowly, hoping to make it appear like I
wasn't crouching after all but had just walked into the
frame of view of the window.
"Oh, hey guys. I think I fixed the faucet Ashley," I
said, feigning a brow wipe.
"That's great. Thanks a lot Dean," Ashley said. Both
Dario and Natalie stood there watching us, and I could
almost hear the wheels in their head spinning as they
tried to dissect the scenario. "Well, come on in and get
changed, and Natalie and I will get dinner going,"
I walked around the house and came inside. Natalie gave
me a long hug and quick, soft kiss on the lips.
"I missed you today. I really wished you had come,"
Natalie said, her head looking up at me trustingly. I
almost wanted to blurt out what I had done, but I knew
that Dario (who was much larger than I) would be on me in
a heartbeat. That is, after Natalie got finished with me.
"I missed you too. But I think that Ashley and I worked
out an arrangement. She should be coming over to the firm
pretty soon, right Ashley?" I called out to her from the
front door.
"Oh yea, for sure. You watch out for Dean there Natalie,
he can swindle you into doing just about anything,"
Ashley replied sarcastically and we all laughed.
"Hey Dean," Dario said, walking towards me. "How did you
fix the faucet without any tools?" My heart again leaped
into my throat and now Natalie was looking straight at
me, that questioning gaze back in her eyes.
"Well, I uhh, you see, it was a little loose and," I
tried to stammer but knew that the ax was just about to
fall on me and Ashley both, indicting us. I was just
about to admit defeat when Ashley chimed in and saved us
both from the fire AGAIN.
"He used his hands. It was just on a little tight, and I
think that caused the pressure to drop. Now stop playing
twenty questions with him and let's all just enjoy
dinner," Ashley said coolly.
I felt the tension in the room dissipate. We all sat down
and ate a nice dinner and stayed up late into the night
talking - most of it discussion about the trip that
Natalie and Dario had had. By 1 AM or so, Natalie had
laid her head down on my lap and was about to fall
asleep, so I bid Ashley and Dario goodnight for the both
of us and carried Natalie into our bedroom.
Laying her down on the bed and then climbing in beside
her, Natalie rolled over on her side and murmured: "I
know what you and Ashley were doing today while we were
gone," she said.
"You do?" I gulped.
"Uh-huh. She told me about it," Natalie yawned. "But
don't worry, I'm not too mad about it. At least it was
someone who I know and trust and respect as a friend. I
mean, you are around beautiful people all the time, it
must be tough to not give into the pressure every now and
then," she said sleepily.
"Yeah, I suppose," I said, knowing full well that "every
now and then" meant a lot more in my book than in hers.
"Well, don't fret about it. This was a fun weekend, no
need to spoil it with this. Next time though, you should
invite me in on the fun," Natalie said.
"Oh, you'd like to be involved in something like that
huh?" I said to Natalie.
"Yep. I'm in college after all, got to do all that crazy
'experimenting' they talk about," Natalie said. "And wait
till I tell you about what Dario and I did on the
mountain today," she trailed off.
"What did you two do?" I asked, now wondering myself just
how faithful she herself had been.
But I got no response - she had fallen asleep. I started
to wake her to ask her, but thought better of it. A grin
came over my face as I tried to decide if she was playing
me in this relationship, if I was playing her, or if we
were both just having fun messing with each other's head.
I can't remember which I decided before I fell asleep,
but since I slept so well I think it was more of the
latter.
CHAPTER 22: Jennifer Lopez
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