"When It Started"  by Amanda G.

   One of my best friend Sam's many boyfriends is the friend of the best friend of the dogwalker of the girl who is fucking the manager of The Strokes. Or something crazy like that. Being Sam's roommate and best friend, I'm entitled to reap the benefits too, so we're not only been treated with free tickets to a sold-out Strokes show, but find out we're invited to the after-party at the drummer's apartment as well. Connections are the only things that get you great stuff in New York City, I guess. 
     Sam gets smashed after the show, as usual. Completely out of it. And she's fucking hilarious. Her blonde hair is swaying with some music playing in the background and I'm cracking up. I figure I might as well get drunk too, until I see him. I whisper to Sam that hey, wasn't that the guitarist I had been obsessing over during the concert? And she stops dancing to gigg! le and push my petite frame into his tall one yelling 'This is my beautiful brunette friend Amanda and she wants to fuck you!' before collapsing into a fit of laughter, along with the lead singer. God damn that Jack Daniels. I smile meekly and feel more than a little ridiculous until he holds out his hand and introduces himself. 
     "Nick Valensi; nice to meet a beautiful brunette like yourself." He has a genuine smile. And beautiful eyes. I can't help but notice his perfect lips, either. 
     "Madison. Madison Del Rossi." He holds on to my hand. 
     "Italian?" He's polite, but I can see this fire inside his eyes that threatens to extinguish the gentleman-like facade. I mentally decide that he should give in to that sexual fire, as soon as possible. I wonder what his gorgeous hair would look like all messed up. Even more gorgeous, I'm thinking. 
     "My dad is; my mom's heritag! e is all Spanish, so I'm only half..." I ramble on about nothing, but the Guitar God doesn't seem to mind. He's just watching my lips move now. And I like it. I also like the idea of him coming back to my apartment and staying the night. Shit, five million nights. 
     "Um, Madison, this might seem kind of... I don't know... but do you... do you wanna go back to my place?" I realize we're only inches apart. When did that happen? And he still has my hand. Oh God, he has my body, too. A warm tingle has begun between my legs and is starting to spread to every place he looks at on me. I smile and pull his mouth to mine. 
     Bad idea. His soft lips are devouring mine and all I want is more, more, more. Oh, those lips. Right then and there I want all of him, to hell with who sees. He pins me against the wall while his mouth moves down to my neck and I can't help myself from letting out soft sighs as my hands escape his grasp and I begin to run them up his firm and still damp chest underneath his ! shirt. My nimble fingers are about to make their way down to undo his tight jeans, before he catches up with them. 
     "Can't... Not here." He's panting. God, so am I. But I can't remember ever feeling this turned on in my life.
     "Please?" I plead. I say it like I'm an eight-year-old at the toy store to get a laugh, but I have to admit that I'm only half-kidding. He gives me a sexy grin. Better than a laugh. 
     "Not far to my apartment. I promise."
     "But I want you inside me, now, Nick." I drop my voice as I say this and put my hand in between his legs, which, to my satisfaction, is growing harder. 
     "Shit. Cab. Now." He grabs my hand and I barely have time to wave goodnight to Sam, who has left her boy toy of the week to make out on top of the pool table with the lead singer, before he hails a cab and we're off. He still hadn't gotten o! ff I knew, however, and taking advantage of the loud radio the cab dri ver was listening to, I start kissing his beautiful neck. Everything about him is beautiful. I run my hand through his hair and lean in for another one of his intoxicating kisses. His tongue explores my mouth and mine explores his while his hand is rubbing and gently squeezing my breasts outside of my shirt. My hand creeps lower and lower still. A hand catches mine on the wrist as Nick breaks away from the kiss with a smile. 
     "Not now, just a few more blocks."
     "But I wanna go down on you. Now."
     I nimbly unzip his jeans and find his package rock-hard. I only glance at the driver for a second, notice he is singing along to some Beatles' song quite loudly and out of tune, and slip down to the floor of the cab. 
     "Oh shit Madison, this is fucking crazy. He's gonna notice or some-" 
     Low groans interrupt his speech as I take him in my mouth slo! wly and seductively, teasing him with long and tantilizing licks. He clutches the seat and then, gently, my long hair as he gets closer to coming. 
     "This... oh God, this is my apartment. Stop. Please, you have to...stop."
     I let him collect himself while I pay the blissfully ignorant driver, and follow him into the lobby of the apartment building. A quick elevator trip later and we are completely entangled, stumbling into his bedroom. I don't want to disentangle my lips from his, but I want his clothes off more than anything I've ever wanted. And then I want, no, need him to undress me and put those sexy lips of his all over me and never ever stop. Apparently on the same wavelength, he guides me down on the bed, and never breaking contact, removes the red top Sam had said was perfect for tonight, the black lacy bra I had bought only last week, and unzips my jeans, and I wiggle impatiently out of them and my panti! es as best I can while unzipping his jeans for the second time tonight . 
     Finally breaking the heated kiss, he gets up and quickly shuts the blinds, then pulls off his shirt to reveal an amazing torso. I really think I am going crazy; I can't have his naked body away from mine for one second more, and I jump out of bed just to pull him agressively right back in with me. His hands start exploring my body instantly, and his mouth, those gorgeous lips and that sweet tongue, his mouth is busy exploring me, too. My mouth, my neck, my breasts, my stomach, and then he runs his tongue along my thighs languidly, only to hear me whimper with need. He looks up at me and smiles wickedly. 
     "This is payback for the cab. You know that, right?" He's panting again, and just his voice is making me wet. So fucking wet, all because of his voice. 
     "Point taken. But God, I want you so bad... payback later?" I am pleading again, but for real this time. I need this. 
  &nb! sp;  No sooner had I finished the question then I gasp in pleasure. His mesmerizing tongue is in me, moving slowly, sensually, and I can't remember feeling anything so good. He is making love to me with his tongue and his delightful fingers, caressing and rubbing, licking and kissing, and all I can do is arch my back in pleasure and moan his name. Just when I'm about to come, he stops however, and moves his mouth back towards mine while keeping his one hand in between my thighs. I thrust myself against his arm as he takes my lips again, sucking on my tongue, tasting more of me. 
     "How much do you want of me?" he asks in a hot whisper near my ear.
     I simply reply with a hungry kiss and a sultry "Everything. All of you."
     "Are you sure?"
     I can't do anything but nod fiercely as he slides himself into me, little by little, and begins to thrust; slowly at first, but ! then faster and faster. He leans in to kiss me as the tension builds, and I have never felt such a release in my entire life. No sooner had I arched my body against his lean one when he then says my name, and I come right after he does. We might have woken up the whole block at this point and I honestly don't give a shit. He could make me do anything with that voice, and those lips. That tongue. Oh lord. 
     We lay down together, sweaty and hot and smelling of sex and I don't care. I decide I like smelling like him, and I won't take a shower unless he's in it, too. He kisses me gently again, turns on a small tableside fan, and we lay on top of the sheets, naked. I watch his every movement. He's too beautiful, and I can't stop myself from touching him again. But just his chest, when I kiss him softly. I gently lay my head on his chest; I can hear his heart beating that way, and I like to run my hands through his hair and touch his wonderful lips. He murmurs that I should stay for awhile. He kisses my fingertips, covers ! our entertwined bodies with a light blanket from the edge of the bed, and starts to fall asleep, his breath sounding like a lullaby. I think that when I wake up in the morning I'll take a picture of him sleeping just to capture a fraction of his perfection. But for now, I'm perfectly content with his fingers sliding up and down my arm and the sun beginning to stream through the blinds.