Strange Affair

by: Darrin Lee Hutton

© 12/2002

Chapter 3

“Dude, you’re starting to sound like a bad Keanu Reeves impersonation.”

“There’s just no other response, I’m sorry.”

“Well, repeating ‘No way’, to everything I tell you isn’t going to make it less true.”

“I know, but, dude, no fucking WAY!” Fern repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Deb laughed at her friend.  In relaying the tale of her afternoon with Russell to Fern, she had succeeded in reducing her to a blubbering mass of denial.

“How are you ever going to last two days until Sunday?”

“With a huge amount of alcohol, I should think.”

~*~

Deb sang in the shower.  It was the only place she sang these days.  Fern had teased her a lot about it, but it didn’t stop her.  She enjoyed singing and if Dave’s death had stopped her from performing, it could not stop her from singing.  When she had decided to leave Florida for the west coast, her band mates had made half-hearted attempts to talk her out of it, but they were all still suffering from the grief of losing such a great friend that Deb was gone before they really had a chance to comprehend that she was gone for good.  So she did not have anyone from her former life to chide her for not getting up in front of an audience and singing anymore.  Her bud, Fern, could not know how regretful this could be for Deb.  Fern had spent three of the four years she and Deb had gone to college together running in a completely different circle.  But when they had both joined the theatre group in their last year, they had become fast friends.  Fern knew Deb’s love of music, but had never seen her perform, so didn’t know this was something she should be doing.

So Sunday afternoon Deb was singing in the shower, getting ready for her outing with Russell.  She did not want to think of it as a date, because, seriously, how could it be?  Life had handed her an adventure, and as much as she was going to enjoy it, she was not going to be disillusioned that it was anything more than a momentary diversion.  How ever long it lasted, Russell had a much bigger life than she did and she was not going to be one of those twit females who thought that if she just met him, he would love her forever.  Some fun, some talk, some rock and roll, that was all she ever expected from life now.

But she was going to enjoy this.

“I wandered Wonder’s wasteland alone / I looked hard and I couldn’t find / The one thing most on my mind / Same thing time after time was you…”

She hadn’t been shining him on, she really did like TOFOG’s latest album, and with him so on her mind of late, she naturally had come to singing their tunes in the shower, the refreshing, raining water her only audience as usual.

But she was distracted, too, by what kept creeping into her mind about the fact that this evening could bring her into a situation she hadn’t really thought about since Dave had died.  She knew of Russell’s reputation, both exaggerated and confirmed.  She knew how she reacted to him, now both on and off the screen.  Knew that she would be putty in his hands.  That locked-away part of her heart aching with the decision she might have to make tonight.  She thought about Dave, thought about how she had not had another man besides him and thought about how it was possible that that could change tonight.

She shook her head.  Her belief that rock and roll was a lifestyle as well as a music form took the decision from her.  If she had the opportunity to experience this man she had so enjoyed to watch, well, rock and roll dictated she relish the experience.  Even the ache in her heart knew what she needed to do.  She hoped that Dave, wherever he was, which she secretly hoped was having an espresso with Jim Morrison, would understand.  On the heels of that thought came another.  Of course he would.

When she slipped on the bangle she had bought in a horrid little head shop in Miami , the one the owner had told her signified a belief in rock and roll as a way of life and had worn everyday since, she smiled.  Yeah, it’d be okay if she got seduced tonight.  Or not.  Rock and roll was cool with it, either way.

An hour later she and Fern were sitting on the couch in the living room, channel surfing through the cable line up, waiting for a knock on the door.

“Five o’clock .”  Fern remarked.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Nervous?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Think he’ll show?”

“Stop it.”

“I’m just sayin’,” Fern giggled.

At a quarter past five, there was a knock on the door.  When Deb got up to answer it, she found Ben.

“Dude,” Deb greeted him.

“Hey, Deb.  Uh, is that what you’re wearing?”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”  Deb was clad in black leather pants and a simple white button-up shirt with extended cuffs.  Short black heels and a string of miniature pearls completed her outfit.

“Well, I think you’ll be a little under dressed where you’re going tonight.”

“Where am I going tonight?” Deb asked suspiciously.

“Not allowed to say.  Said he wanted to surprise you.  Just said to ask you to dress formal.”

“Formal?” Deb’s eyebrows went up.  Her expectation of the evening just became two notches more nerve-wracking.

“Formal,” Ben responded.

“Evening gown?”

“You have one of those?”

“No, of course not.  What am I supposed to do?”

“No, no, I was just surprised that you might.  Come on, you’ve gone to parties.  I know you got something pretty in there.”  Ben indicated vaguely where he thought Deb’s bedroom was.

Fern decided it was time she got involved.  “Come on, Deb.  I know exactly what you can wear.”

Twenty minutes later, Fern and Deb emerged. Debra’s black hair was now up in a becoming twist and she was wearing Fern’s slinky black dress and a much higher set of black heels Fern had bought for her firm’s Christmas party the previous year.

“I feel ridiculous.”

“You look fantastic.”

“Thanks,” Deb grinned at her friend.  Then turned to Ben.  “Fine, let’s get this show on the road.  I assume you at least know where you’re taking me?”

Ben laughed.  “Yeah, come on, I brought the Mercedes this time so at least you won’t be twice removed from me!”

“I gotta sit in the back?”

“Well, yeah.  I’m on the job and you are the client.”

“’Kay.”  Debra turned to Fern as she handed Deb her purse.  “This is too weird, dude.”

“I want details.  Don’t fuck up, okay?”

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, doofus."

"No wuckin' furries, 'tard," Fern responded.

Deb rolled her eyes at her roommate and left with Ben

~*~

When Russell saw Deb get out of the Mercedes he grinned broadly.  He hadn’t realized when he told Ben to make sure she was dressed nicely that he would go overboard.  But Russell wasn’t complaining.  Debra looked beautiful.  The black thin-strapped satin dress she had on enhanced her brunette twist and he loved how the heels accentuated her calves, seen fleetingly through the uneven hem as she walked towards him.  He had on a black Armani suit, a silk charcoal shirt with matching tie.  Except for his chestnut mass of hair, they were an advert for the colour black.

“This is a surprise,” she greeted him.

“I thought you’d dig it.  What d’you think?”

Deb gazed around.  She hadn’t been to any of the movie studios before, except for Universal of course, and the Warner Brother’s Commissary  as seen from inside the studio instead of their web site was impressive.  Russell could tell, though, that she was desperately trying to hold back the question he was waiting for ever since he had seen what she was wearing.

“All right, spit it out, luv.”

“What?”

“You’re dyin’ to say, so just say it.”

“Oh, you mean, why am I dressed for the Oscars when you’ve brought me to the land of Elmer Fudd?”

“Well, I wouldn’t’ve put it that way, but yeah, that’s what I meant.”

Deb looked up at him and grinned.  “I would never question your need for formal attire.”

“Really,” he said, suppressing his laughter.

“I would however, question where you’d like to wear it.”

Russell couldn’t help it, he laughed outright.  “Look, luv, I just told Ben to make sure you were dressed nice.  I didn’t want you to arrive wearing jeans and a rugby shirt, y’know?”

“Well, before we had to make a mad dash to the local mall and spend a king’s ransom on my outfit for what I can see is for no good reason, I was dressed nice.  And, I’ll have you know, I was wearing leather.”

Russell groaned.  He turned to Ben and mouthed, “What are ya doin’ to me?”  Ben shrugged.

“Did you –?”

“Oh, stop looking so worried.  It’s my roommate’s dress and from the look of things we don’t stand out too much.  Do you Hollywood types dress like this all the time?”

“Yeah, just this morning I wore a tuxedo to the lav for my morning restitution.”

“You took a shit wearing a tux?”

Russell let out a laugh so loud, a few patrons turned to see who was causing such a ruckus.  They had made their way into the Commissary and were approaching the host’s podium to be seated.  Russell pulled himself together when the maitre‘d greeted them.

“Good evening, Mr Crowe, right this way.”

As he led them to a private room in the back, Russell placed his hand on the small of her back, politely guiding her.  He was secretly pleased at the stares she was getting.  Later, when he took her to where they were really headed, he hoped she’d forgive him.  For now, he would just be his gentlemanly self and hope for the best.  That the feel of the satin of her dress against his hand was perking the interest of other parts of his body, was something he chose to ignore for the time being.

“Do you always get your own room?”

“Only when I’m craving privacy with an interesting sheila.”

“And how often is that?” Debra asked, one eyebrow arching.

“Not often enough,” Russell replied, cryptically.

Russell saw the charming lopsided grin on her face before she composed herself, obviously not wanting to share with him her pleasure at his subtle compliment.

Over dinner, he found they still had plenty to talk about.  They had only scratched the surface of their mutual love of music and debated the differences of rock and roll to a length and breadth Russell hadn’t enjoyed with many people. Debra’s knowledge impressed him greatly and he found himself enjoying her love of what she called “salacious bits of trivia to dazzle your friends with at parties.”

Dinner over, Russell and Deb left the Commissary and walked over to the in-studio movie theatre.  As they approached it, he heard her gasp.

“Oh my God, are we –?”

“Yes.”

“Oh shyte!  This is great!  Fern will die!”

Russell chuckled at her enthusiasm for getting to screen an unreleased film.  As they made their way to seats in the middle of the theatre, Russell again noticed as audience members pointed them out.  It gave him quite a charge to know that they had no idea who he was with.  The movie was a new horror film with Gabriel Byrne.  Russell enjoyed his work and loved a good suspense yarn, but had more fun watching Deb’s reactions.  She became completely engrossed in the film, at one point diving behind his shoulder, presumably to hide from a particularly scary bit.  He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing as she sheepishly emerged from behind him and he used the opportunity to put his arm around her.

In his most sincere voice he said, “Don’t worry, luv, I’ll protect you.”

She punched him playfully, but snuggled into his embrace.

As the credits started, he reached over and, tipping her chin up, kissed her softly.  When they broke apart, he noticed her breathing had quickened.

“Still scared?” he whispered.

She stared into his eyes and he felt himself melting into her deep brown orbs.  She grinned at him.  “Not now,” she whispered back.

“Wanna get outta here?”

“In just about the worst way.”

Russell chuckled and they made their way to the car.  As Ben opened the door for them, Russell said, “Back to my hotel, mate.”

Russell noted that Ben was a little too enthusiastic in his response and that made him laugh.

They walked through the lobby to the elevator, Russell putting his arm protectively around her.  They hadn’t spoken too much during the ride, but had said volumes with their eyes.  And one kiss that had left both of them breathless.

The elevator ride and the walk down the hall were a build up for both of them.  Russell felt his need for Deb rising and when they entered his room, he could barely get the door closed before pushing her up against it and kissing her passionately, like he had wanted to since she had dived behind him in the theatre, even before that in the Commissary, when she had been smiling at him so sweetly from across the table.  And now hearing her whimper softly in her throat pushed him over the edge.

He pulled the clip from her hair and thrust his hands into her raven-coloured tresses reveling in the soft blackness that fell about her face and shoulders.  Pulled her to him again for another melting kiss.  Then impatiently picking her up and walking into the bedroom with her wrapped tightly in his arms.  He was enchanted with how she was responding to him.

When he put her down, they were both panting hard, but he paused and smiled at her, waiting for her response to the question in his eyes.  She nodded, stepped back and with one hand unhooked a strap of the dress and let it fall away from her.  Russell groaned as she was revealed to him, wearing only cherry red satin panties and the heels.  She threw the purse behind her and stepped back into his embrace, pushing his jacket from him, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.  He leaned back against the wall simply enjoying watching her perform these tasks with a lovely thrilling look on her face.  When she undid his belt and pushed his trousers and underwear down he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and gathered her up into his arms once again.

They fell across the bed, Russell kissing her again.  He was enthralled with her passion as she writhed with his touch on her body and caressed him everywhere she could reach.  He helped remove the last of her clothing and was about to take charge when she pushed him onto his back and kissed his nipples into hard excitement.  He sighed heavily, feeling her smile against his chest.  Her kisses traveled south and when she finally reached his cock, he hissed with intensity as he felt her soft mouth take him gently inside her.  He moaned roughly as she increased her movements.  He could feel his tip hitting the back of her throat, as she massaged what she couldn’t devour with one hand, the other gently tickling his balls in a dichotomous sensation he couldn’t get enough of.

But he didn’t want to come this way.  He wanted to be inside her and watching her face as he climaxed.  Wanted to be rutting her huskily with her legs around his waist.  He reached for her as he sat up to retrieve a condom from the bedside table.  With fluid movements he pulled her up into a kneeling position in front of him, kissing her as he protected them, giggling softly as she helped.  Then he was pushing her back onto the bed, holding her knees far from her body as he made to enter her.

He dipped his fingers into her first, relishing the heat emanating from her wet center, exhilarated at her responsiveness.  He moved his hand up slightly, finding her hard little nub, smiling as she groaned loudly when he found her and rubbed her gently.

“Russell…” she murmured.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked quietly.

“You,” she replied.

“Tell me.”

She hesitated only a second, he could see she wasn’t used to talking during sex, and was pleased when she spoke anyway.

“I want your cock.  I want you to rip me apart.”

“I can do that, luv” he replied and thrust himself into her completely with one lunge.

“Oh, my GOD!” she cried out.

As he pushed into her, finding their rhythm, he watched her face, her brow furrowed in concentration.  He moved down on top of her, kissing her, then shifted so his mouth was next to her ear.

“I love how you feel.  I want you to come for me, Deb.  Come for me, luv.”

He felt her walls contract around his shaft, heard her breath ragged in his ear, heard her moaning in anticipation.  He pushed himself back up to his knees, watching her writhing before him.  He touched her little nub gently and was rewarded.  She slapped both hands onto the bed, grabbing the sheets as she cried out with her climax.

“Oh, God, Russell!  Fuck, don’t, I can’t…oh, fuck!”

Russell watched her bucking beneath him as he kept up the steady rhythm that had wrought her climax from her.  Then he pulled her up, still impaled on his cock and holding her against him, shoved relentlessly into her until he felt his own climax building to a fevered pitch.  He distantly heard her screaming his name as the blood rushed through him loudly and he cursed out his own climax, then fell with her still in his arms across the bed.  They were both slick with sweat and completely out of breath.

He sought her mouth and kissed her tenderly as he removed the condom, then excused himself to dispose of it. Debra didn’t move even when he rejoined her.  He lay next to her propped up on one elbow, gently caressing her breasts, realizing he hadn’t paid them as much attention as he would have liked in his need for her.

She finally opened her eyes, a languid smile playing across her lips.

“You’re good,” she sighed.

“Ta, luv.”

She pushed herself up and looked at him frankly.  “Seriously.  What, do they have a school in Australia?  Fucking Well 101?”

He laughed.  He loved how she came up with these left-field comments.  “Yeah, I got my certificate framed at home.”

“I bet the graduation ceremony is a riot.”

“Not nearly as fun as the final exam, though.”

It was her turn to laugh and he found himself getting aroused again listening to her alto-laced chuckle.

“Oh, my, Mr Crowe.  Will you have me again so soon?” she said, looking down at his reawakening cock, thrumming against her thigh.

“Only if there’s another condom in the drawer,” he said, half-serious, half joking.  He really would rather have enjoyed feeling her unencumbered by the unromantic latex.

“I’m on the pill.”

That did it.  He pulled her on top of him and was inside her before she could say another word.  She sighed happily as she rode his cock, the sweet friction driving them both wild.  He caressed her breasts and then dropped one hand to her sex causing her to moan loudly as he rubbed that hard little part of her otherwise satiny wetness.  The charmingly engrossed look on her face causing him serious consternation as he tried to make himself last through her orgasm.  He almost made it too, but she opened her eyes and said his name soft and low, with that alto-lilt that went right through him and he was spurting into her before he realized it was happening.

“Oh, God, Deb, sorry,” he groaned.

“Didn’t want that to happen so soon, mate?”

“No.  What you do to me, luv.”

Deb chuckled softly against his chest where she had ended up after he had come into her.  Then spasmed as he pulled out of her, a second, leftover climax neither of them knew she still had in her.

“Timing,” she whispered huskily.

He laughed and pulled her to him, spooning around her protectively.

~*~