Debra hung up the phone, still laughing.  When it immediately rang in her hands again, she hit the “Receive” button without looking at the caller ID, convinced it was Fern again to taunt her some more.

“I’m not talking to you over the phone, you wanker!” she yelled.

“Sweetheart, I don’t need to wank anymore, I got you.”

“Oh, fuck –”

“Yeah, if ya wanna, but I don’t have time right now, how about later?”  Russell was giggling fit to be tied at her discomfort.

“You bastard.” Debra rejoined, unable to get anything clever out of her brain, he had her so rattled.

“We already established that this morning, or did you forget?”

Debra couldn’t talk she was laughing so hard.  Finally she drew in a deep breath and said, “Russell, I swear, you could embarrass the most stoic of men.”

“And you could seduce the most chaste.”

“How would you know?”

“That’s right, just keep piling them up, I’m keeping track, y’know.  You think I won’t spank you raw when I get you alone again?”

“Mmm, such pretty visuals you make for me, baby.  What else are you going to do to me?”

“Before or after I throw you up against the wall again?”

Debra giggled seductively.  Russell groaned.

“No, don’t, Deb, not the alto giggle, I’ll have to retreat into the bathroom for some phone sex, and that will not go over well with how this meeting’s going.”

“’Kay, a, you just told me you don’t wank anymore and two –”

“Usually ‘b’ comes next, luv,” Russell interjected.

“And two, ‘the alto giggle’?”

“Baby, your voice does such things to me, I’m gettin’ aroused just having this conversation.”

“Really?” Debra said, low and soft, on purpose.

Russell’s answering moan was just the result she was hoping for.

“Right, I’ll do you for that.”

“Monty Python’s Holy Grail and you just come here and say that, why don’t you?”

Russell laughed.  “Ah, luv, I knew you’d cheer me up.”

“Not having a good time with the gents, are we?”

“No, speaking of wankers, this lot should be up for an award.  I’m gettin’ nowhere.  We’ve been talking for an hour and have accomplished nothing.”

“Why don’t you give ‘em your Aussie tough guy routine with both barrels and book outta there?”

“Believe me, I’d like nothing better, but they are the studio heads and I gotta play nice.  Well, for now, anyway,” he chuckled wickedly.  “But I really called because I wanted to hear your voice and tell you how much I missed you.”

It had only been a few hours and he missed her. Debra’s heart skipped a beat.  “I miss you too, baby,” she said tenderly.

“What time do you have to be at the station tonight?”

“Between eight-thirty and nine, I have to lay out my music and record a couple of PA’s as well as meet with the manager before he goes home.”

“I need to see you again.”

Debra’s heart sped up.  This was moving so fast and yet it felt so compellingly real that she could barely stop to think about it.  All those years spent with Dave, all these months spent without him and here was this man, this beautiful, talented man, pulling her into his life relentlessly, inexorably twining the two of them together.  Was that just her heart talking?  Was this real?  Or would she wake up in a week, alone again, save for an exquisite memory of his passing through her reality on his way to his next adventure and she onto hers.  Whatever it was, she had only one current thought:  Long live Rock and Roll.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

“And you, Deb?  What do you want?”

“I take whatever I’m given, sweet.  I can’t do anything else.”

“I can live with that.  Can I pick you up tonight?  Have some dinner before you go on the air?”

“Sounds like fun.  Think we’ll actually get something to eat?”

“Well –”

“Stop, you wicked boy.  You should go back to your meeting.  They’re probably wondering where you’re at.”

“See you soon, Deb.”

“’Kay.”

She turned off her phone and went into the kitchen to get a glass of wine.

Debra’s mind was whirling.  This was unfamiliar territory.  With Dave, they had grown up together.  Knew each other as children, as teenagers, as friends, as lovers.  But truth be told, their friendship had always been the strongest.  It wasn’t love as much as it was inevitable.  When you spent that much time with someone, you just fell into a relationship that worked for how you reacted to one another. Debra and Dave had been so close, but yet it had been too comfortable to be passionate.  She hadn’t felt passionate about anyone or anything except music.

Oh, but she knew what passion was now.  With music it was just a compulsion, something she couldn’t help, but in the end, it was a thing.  Russell was a warm, living, breathing, animal of a man and her passion was growing by leaps and bounds each moment she knew him.  With a sigh, she knew she had to keep it to herself, though.  This was a brief moment in time for him.  The only given fact would be the eventual end.  He traveled, he lived in Australia for Chrissakes!  She was a port in the storm of his tempestuous life, an interlude, something to enjoy and then onto the next escapade.

She shook her head.  She knew how to do this.  It was simple.  Have fun, be jolly.  That’s what Rock and Roll was.  It’s what she would be.  And that way, no one could get hurt.

And she could have some really mind-blowing sex while she was at it…Debra giggled to herself, surprised to find that she had poured herself a glass of wine as originally intended and then had completely zoned out in front of the counter.  She shook her head and went into her room to veg until Fern came home to pummel her with questions.  She had to decide how much she was willing to part with.  And that took thought, which of course meant spending some time in her journal.

She wrote for the better part of an hour, capturing on paper everything that had happened for the last few days.  If this adventure was to be short-lived, she’d record it all and visit it as often as she could.  She finally finished with the last line:  “Strange Days, Indeed.  Most peculiar, Mama.”  John Lennon.  The world had been blessed with two Rock Gods.  Jim and John.

Key in the door and suddenly Fern was home.  The attack began.  They managed to polish off the bottle of wine while she deftly parried Fern’s questive thrusts.  But Fern won the battle as Debra finally relinquished the last of the facts, that, oh yeah, Russell was a golden Adonis in bed.

“You fucking lucky little shit.”

“I know.”

“I mean, really.”

“I know!”

“So, you’re seeing him again, right?”

“Yeah, having dinner tonight before I’m on air.”

“No way!”

“Now don’t start that again.”

“When, where and how?”

“Dunno, dunno and dunno.”

“Movie stars, huh?  Never a concern for schedules.”

“That’s cuz he’s driven by an unbelievable one.”

“Well, I’m definitely gonna meet him this time, at least, right?”

“I should think.”

“I gotta go to class, but I’m stayin’ until he gets here.  I don’t care how late I am.  Microsoft Certification be damned, I got a chance to meet Russell Crowe!”

“Doofus.”

“’Tard.”

Debra’s cell phone rang.

“Timing!” they both yelled together.  Fern dove for Deb ’s phone and snagged it just as Debra tried to grab it out of her hand.

“No!  Don’t you dare!!!” she screamed.

Fern smiled at her evilly and turned on the phone.  “Debra Gale’s House of Porn, how may I service you?”

Debra enjoyed a brief moment of payback as she watched her bud turn white and then three shades of red.  She quietly handed Debra the phone.

“He wants to talk to you,” she said in a ghost of a whisper.

Debra took the phone, laughing hard.  “What did you say to her?” she asked into the phone.

“I just told her, ‘Fern, luv, be a good little whore and put my fuck mistress on.’  Think I offended her?”

“Not at all, she’s heard and said a lot worse.  And she deserved it.  She’s been a naughty little whore this afternoon.”

Fern stuck her tongue out, but Debra knew she was chuffed in the extreme to have received a barb from the man.

Russell’s chuckle resounded through her and she felt herself get wet just listening to him.  As she shifted, Fern’s eyes got wide. Debra mouthed at her “Stop it!” then went back to her conversation with Russell.

“I’ve left the driver at the studio, luv, and I’m headed your way.  Ben told me how to find ya.  I can’t wait to see where you live.”

“Fern can’t wait to meet you.  Do you mind a little bit of the adoring fan shit, or should I muzzle her?”

“Oh, I think I can handle one.  Just don’t have all your mates suddenly drop by.”  Russell laughed to let her know he didn’t mind at all.

“All the rest of my mates are on the internet, lover, so no worries there.”

“That sounded nice.”

“What?”

“Calling me ‘lover’.  I liked that.”

Debra felt the soft pressure of her heart speeding up.  She got up and went back into her bedroom, ducking the cushion Fern threw at her.

“I did too,” she finally answered.

“Deb?”

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

Debra took a deep breath.  Damn, what he did to her.  All her emotions, so close to the surface, she could have wept right there for no other reason than that his voice was so tender.

“Yeah, really, I am.”

“You sounded so…intense there for a second.  I thought maybe there was something wrong, y’know, with me noticing.  Like maybe you got scared.”

“No, no, it’s cool.  I just got a little, well, paused, I guess.  No worries, mate!” she declared brightly.

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t do that one-eighty flip you do when I hit too close to home.  I want you to tell me what you’re feeling.  Look, I know you asked for space.  I know that you think this is too much, and I admit, it’s way too fast.  But, luv, you wear your emotions so out there, I can’t help but see them and I wanted you to know I’d noticed.  That’s all.”

The tears had begun rolling down her cheeks unbidden, she swiped at them angrily and knew if she spoke, he’d know.  So she kept quiet as long as she could.

“Deb?  Luv, don’t do this to me.”

She sighed angrily, knowing he could hear the catch in her voice.  “I’m not crying because anything is wrong.  I’m not crying because I’m upset or sad.”

“But ya are crying.  Why, baby?”

“Oh, fuck, I don’t know.  Cuz maybe it’s all too real.  And…”

“Say it.”

“I’m scared.  I’m so fucking scared, Russell.”

“Don’t be scared, luv.  I’ll never hurt ya.”

Debra sat up straight.  That sounded so familiar.

“What…What did you say?”

“I said I’d never hurt ya.”

“You said it to me before, didn’t you?”

Debra could hear the smile in his voice.  “Yeah, luv, but you were asleep, or so I thought.”

“Wow, that was weird.” Debra shook her head.  “I mean, I've never remembered anything anyone’s said to me when I’ve been sleep-talking before.  It felt bizarre to remember it like that.”

“You know what this means, don’t you?”

“No.”

“It means we’re connected.  On a much more significant level than I think either of us realize.”

“Oh, so, no pressure, right?”

Russell laughed.  “There’s my sweet little smart-ass.  I knew you were in there.  Feelin’ a bit better, are we?”

“Yeah.  Sorry to be such a wiener.”

“A wiener?”

“Y’know, wiener, whiner.”

“I get it.  But don’t ever apologize, luv.  It’s what I love about you.  You never back off from your feelings.”

“Gets me into trouble, though.”

“Never with me.  Hey, I’m a couple of miles away.  I’ll see you real soon, okay?”

“’Kay.”  As she ended the call, she felt like she had let something go by that was very important.  But she had to change before he got there, and the moment passed.

~*~

As Russell pulled up in front of the small, white house that matched the description and directions Ben had given him, he enjoyed the unfettered feeling of being without his “people”.  No driver, no security, no assistant.  Just him, pulling up to visit a sheila at her home.  It was like…Well, it was like Rock and Roll. Deb had given him an interesting perspective on life and he found himself agreeing with it more and more, like he had been living this way all along, but now understood what he had been doing.  After parking the car, he hopped out and walked up the short walkway to the porch and front door.

Before he could knock, though, the door was yanked open and a tall, blond girl was grinning at him from ear to ear.

“Oh my God, you’re actually here!  Come in, come in.  Sit down, make yourself at home.  Stay a few years.”

Russell laughed at her enthusiasm.  Deb hadn’t been kidding.  “Adoring fan” was putting it mildly.  He saw Deb sitting in an overstuffed chair and walked over and kissed her gently on the lips.  The kiss he really wanted to give her would have to wait.  From the look on her face and the fact that she was in the chair and not on the sofa, he knew it would please her no end if he paid as much attention to Fern as he could.

“You’ve got a lovely place here, girls.  How ‘bout a tour?  Fern?”

“Yes!  Okay.  Well, this is the living room.”  Fern took him through the entire house, showing off items of interest.  When they reached Deb ’s bedroom, Fern giggled and said, “Well, no need to show you this room, I’m sure you’ll be seeing plenty of it after I leave, but over here, is my room.”  As she led them into her bedroom, Russell gave Deb a meaningful look and waggled his eyebrows at her.  She just laughed, still with the Cheshire Cat look on her face that told him how grateful she was for his attention to Fern.

When he saw the Gladiator poster on her wall, he walked over and, making sure it was not behind glass, took out a Sharpie and signed it, “To the greatest hostess of DG’s HoP ever, Love, Russell”.  Fern’s mouth dropped open.

“Dude, your jaw’s on the floor, pick it up,” Deb said quietly, staring at Russell.

Russell laughed hard and Fern’s look of consternation made him laugh even harder.  She was not able to pull herself together until they made their way back out to the living room and Deb went into the kitchen to fetch a glass for Russell and a new bottle of wine.

They chatted for about a half hour, then Fern groaned, looking at her watch.

“I gotta book.  Russell, it was awesome meeting you.”

Russell got up and gave Fern a bear hug that left her red and shaking.  “Good meeting you, too, mate,” he said.

Fern grabbed her book bag and purse, giving Russell a long look and then waved as she headed for the door.

“Don’t fuck up, dude,” Deb smiled at her friend.

“Thanks, ‘tard.”

“No worries, doofus.”

And then they were alone.  Russell walked over to where Deb was standing and pulled her to him for the kiss he had been longing to give her.  When she responded urgently, he gentled her down with his hands and his mouth, softly kissing her lips, then tenderly opening them with his tongue.  Her tongue met his, again urgently, but he slowed her down, declining to meet her tempo, wanting, needing rather, for her to meet his.  His hands around her face pulling her into the kiss, refusing to speed up even one iota, denying both of them his touch on her except for her face.  She got the idea and responded finally to the pace he was setting.  She left off trying to pull him into her and just rested her hands on his shoulders, concentrating on kissing him.  His tongue roamed her mouth and played with hers as she explored his mouth with equal passion.  It was a soft, gentle, unhurried kiss.  She melted into him and he felt himself get harder, enough to cause him serious discomfort, but determined to go slow.  All of their lovemaking up to now had been rushed in their urgency to come together, to ease their bodies’ needs at having met each other.  This time, he wanted to get to know her body, slowly, to learn her secrets.

“Russell, please –” Deb moaned.

“No, baby,” he whispered, “not yet.”  He took her by the hand and led the way to her bedroom.  When he opened the door, he took a moment to drink it in.

It was decorated in different shades of blue.  There were three movie posters on the walls and different movie paraphernalia scattered around them, a clap board, a clock from “Ocean’s 11”, a few framed photos of her and Fern at Universal.  The movie posters were from “Schindler’s List”, the George Clooney “Ocean’s 11” and “Gladiator”.  Russell chuckled.

“Now how am I supposed to concentrate with Clooney staring over my shoulder?”

“I think I can keep your mind off it,” she retorted.

“I know you can, luv.”

He pulled her to him again for another kiss.  But this time he let his hands roam all over her, loving the shiver-shake he felt go through her body as he did.  When she made to mimic his movements, he stopped her.

“No, luv, this is all about you right now.  Just feel me touch you.”

He slowly undid the buttons of her white shirt, kissing the exposed skin as it was revealed to him.  Her breasts heaved with her shuddering sighs.  When her shirt had fallen to the floor, he reached in back of her and unhooked her bra slowly, allowing the garment to fall as he pulled first one breast, then the other, into his mouth, teasing the nipples into hard excitement.  He felt her hips gently undulating into him.

“Do you want to come, luv?”

“Yes.  Oh, yes, please, Russell.  Please.”

Russell massaged her breast with one hand and pulled her hips into his with the other.  With his mouth right next to her ear, he whispered softly, knowing she would react strongly to his voice.

“Feel how hard I am for ya, luv.  Feel how much I want you.”  He pressed her into his hips harder.  “You can practically feel me inside you, can’t you?  You can almost feel my cock sliding in and out of you, slowly bringing you to coming.  Coming hard.  Just for me.  I know how wet ya are, I don’t even have to reach my hand into you, I can tell.  You’re dripping.  You have to come.  That’s all you can do right now.  Come.  Just for me, Deb .”

As he spoke he placed both hands on her ass, loving the soft roundness he could feel through her jeans.  He pulled her into him and kissed her again, listening to her panting moans as he gently rubbed her against his jeans-clad cock.

And then was rewarded with her resounding cry as she came against him, hips thrusting hard into him.

“That’s it, that’s my sweet little alto.”

Deb panted hard as she slowly came back to him.  “God, Russell, that was intense.”

He smiled down at her.  “That was just the first one, luv.  You got a lot more coming to do.”

She sighed sweetly.  When he removed his hands from her, she took her cue and stripped his shirt from him.  As she kissed his nipples into hard little nubs of excitement, he shivered and let his head fall back as he groaned.  She slowly kissed south, leaving a wet trail down to his belly button and he hissed as she licked it softly.  Then she got onto her knees and undid his belt, gently taking the rest of his clothing from him.  She did not touch his cock, even though it was standing hard against his belly.

She roamed all over his body, kissing him.  He felt his legs trembling and his hands wanting desperately to grab her and throw her against the wall, onto the floor, anything, as long as he could thrust his shaft into her, thrust and thrust and thrust…He groaned loudly as she finally came around to the front of him again and softly touched the head of his cock with one fingertip.  He watched as she dipped into the clear precum that had gathered there and brought it to her mouth, licking it off her fingertip delicately.  Then she knelt down and kissed the head of his cock gently.  He drew in a sharp breath as he felt her mouth engulf his cock slowly, devouring as much of it as she could until he felt the tip hit the back of her throat.  He gasped as she put one hand around the root of his shaft while the other exquisitely tickled his balls.

He pushed himself into her, mindful to not hurt her.  Her touch was thrilling him and he knew he’d come into her if he didn’t stop her, but when he made to draw her up against him she pulled away and kept up her administrations on his hard shaft, increasing the tempo until he could no longer think clearly and all he could do was take it and finally feeling the familiar rush go through him, he let out a long moan and shot into her mouth sharply, cursing as he came.

“Oh, fuck, Deb , oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He could feel the back of her throat convulse around him as she tried to swallow as much as she could, but he just kept coming, unable to stop himself until she had milked him dry.  He saw her surreptitiously wipe her mouth before standing up.  He kissed her soundly, tasting himself on her lips, part of his mind thinking how odd it was, but the rest of him thinking how wonderful.  He was softening against her, but was unconcerned, because he knew he would only have to hear her voice and feel her against him to become rampantly raging again.

“That was beautiful, luv.”

“I thought you’d enjoy that.”

“Come here.  I need to tell you something.”  He led her over to the bed and removed her jeans, finding her wearing black silk panties this time.  He pushed her onto the bed and pulled her panties from her body with his teeth and hands.  When he had wrested them from her, he knelt between her thighs and kissed the inside of them, pushing her open to him, a hand on each knee.

“What do you want, luv?”

“Oh, baby, I want you.  I want your hands and mouth and tongue.  I want you to do anything you want to me and let me come against your sweet mouth.”

Russell groaned.  She had never articulated her needs so well before and it was such a turn on for him.  He pushed her knees farther open and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.  He kissed her outer lips softly, then thrust his mouth into her inner lips and found her wet entrance in the satiny softness.  He licked her as her hips surged against his face, loving the sweet smell of her honey dripping out of her.  He raised his mouth slowly against her, finding her turgid little nub and reveling in the sharp gasp he wrought from her as he pulled at it, sucking her into his mouth.  He languidly rubbed her button with his tongue feeling her heated juice drip down his chin.  He placed one finger against her weeping opening then slowly pushed it into her as he continued suckling her clit.  Then he put two fingers into her.  All the while she was rolling her hips into his face, moaning deliciously above him as he knelt there, stimulating her center with his mouth, his tongue and his hand, just as she had asked.

He increased the cadence of his movements at imperceptible degrees until she was writhing in need.  He placed his other hand on her belly, to feel when she was coming.  Her belly constricted under his hand suddenly and he knew it was time.  He pulled at her little button roughly, thrusting his fingers into her and felt/heard her come as she spasmed and moaned loudly, bucking beneath his ministrations.

“Russell, oh my God, I'm coming, I’m coming, Oh GOD!  Oh my God, it’s so good!  Oh, please, help me, sweet, Russell, fuck!”

Finally he felt her slowly coming back to him, and looked up at her as she opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling, sighing heavily.

He crawled on to the bed with her, maneuvering them both so that they were laying on the pillows.  She kissed him thoroughly.

“Do you like how you taste?” he teased.

“Mmm, yes.  Do you?”

“Fuck, yeah, luv.”

He pulled her on top of him and she straddled his cock, imprisoning it between the two of them, slowly sliding across it slickly.  With a deft move, she took him inside her and rode him slowly as they both groaned.

He grabbed her hips and pushed her down as he thrust upwards, relishing the feel of her satin walls engulfing his cock.  After a few moments, he couldn’t stand it anymore and rolled them over to drive into her in earnest.  He felt his cock become harder than it had ever been, the head of it crushed against her womb’s entrance repeatedly.  He watched her face, straining labouriously through several climaxes, crying out his name as each took over her body, spasming beneath him heatedly.

He rooted into her forcefully, suddenly unmindful if he hurt her, needing only to pound into her.  He was all cock and she was all cunt and he could only shove into her ruthlessly.  And then finally, irrevocably, as he heard her screaming that she couldn’t take anymore, he spurted into her hard and filled her, cursing and calling out her name as he did.

He fell gently on top of her, panting hard in her ear, hearing her soft whimpering through his haze.  And then the whimpering changed tones, became softer, her body shuddering against him.  He could feel her breath hitching against his chest and when he turned slightly, his cheek grazing hers, he felt wet tears coursing down her face.

“Hey, hey, what’s all this then?”

No reply except her gentle sobs.  She turned her face away from him and covered it with her hand.

“Deb, sweet?”

Still no reply.  And now the sobs became weeping and she turned from him, curling into herself.

“Deb, please, you’re scarin’ me, luv.  Are you okay?  Did I hurt you?  Talk to me!  Tell me you’re okay.”

Between hitching breaths, she finally spoke.  “It’s…I’m…It’s…all…right…I’m…o…kay…”

He smiled tenderly.  “It’s never been like that for you before, has it?”  He pulled her to him, holding her protectively in his arms.  She shook her head.  “Ah, luv, shh, it’s okay.  Shh…”  He kissed the top of her head gently.  They lay there like that, him quietly soothing her as her weeping once again became soft sobs and then finally subsiding into silence.

“Deb?”

“Yeah?”

“Hungry?”

“Oh, yeah,” she affirmed enthusiastically.

They got up together and gently padded down the hallway to the bathroom where they showered.  Russell found the silence between them wasn’t awkward, but reflective.  He quite enjoyed it.  They didn’t need to talk.  A look, a touch said so much more than words ever could have.

Once dressed, they headed out and then the logistics of their situation forced them to break the silence.

“’Kay, we got two cars and two people that need to get to two different places after we eat.”

“Yeah, about that.  What time does your shift end?”

“Three.”

“Want some company?”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that –”

“You’re not.  I told you I wanted to spend every minute I could with you.  We can do your shift and then go back to my hotel and be able to spend the day together tomorrow.  Whaddaya say, luv?  Wanna have some fun?”

The slow, lopsided grin that spread across her face was all the answer he needed.

Chapter Six or Index for Strange Affair

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