From Two Down, Two to Go - Chapter Four
That evening, at the Whitman's Isabel came over to Alex, who was fixing a snack in the kitchen, and said with a teasing grin. "Hey, I didn't know you got the porn channel." School had gotten out over an hour ago and they were killing time waiting for Liz to show up.
"WHAT?" he practically shouted with a blush stealing up his cheeks. Quickly, he stammered, "Yeah, well, we've got it, but I don't watch it. I mean, I've got you, not that I think of you as a porn star, what I meant was…"
"Alex," Isabel kissed him to cut off his babbling. Soon he was gripping her tightly as she rubbed her hands over his shoulders and down his chest appreciatively. "I'm not mad, you know," she said as they finally broke apart.
"You're not?"
"Of course not." She leaned up to whisper in his ear, "I think it's kinda sexy."
Despite his blush, Alex smiled at her, "Oh really?"
"Really."
"Hmm, something to keep in mind, you know, after Parker leaves."
"Why wait? Liz won't be here for another hour or more," Isabel pointed out while allowing her hands to run lower until they were brushing his sudden erection through his pants.
She didn't need to say it twice. Alex had her by the hand and was pulling her up the stairs and into his room. He didn't even notice that his usually straight-as-a-pin bed was rumpled before laying Isabel down on it…
When he would have knelt over her, she suddenly stopped him with a hand on his chest. Alex, worried that she'd changed her mind, asked, "Isabel?"
Looking into his eyes, she asked huskily, "Do you think I could be a good porn star?"
His eyebrows shot up. Was this a trick question? If he said 'yes' she might think he only thought of her for sex, or that he had some sexist view of her now that they'd become intimate. On the other hand, if he said 'no' she might worry that he thought she wasn't sexy enough or something. With wasn't true. Quite the opposite in fact, Isabel was sexy enough to set ice on fire. How should he answer? Yes? No? Either way was going to get him into the doghouse, he just knew it. Talk about a no win situation. She was obviously waiting for an answer. Closing his eyes, he took a stab in the dark at being sensitive. "Umm, no?"
The teasing grin that had lit her face at his silence disappeared instantly. "No?" she questioned.
Alex flinched, afraid to look. If her tone was any indication, she was pissed. He knew it, just like he knew that day in the seventh grade when Maria had asked him what he'd thought of her new cowboy boots. He thought they'd looked a little too Annie Oakley and had said so. As soon as the words had left his mouth, he'd wanted to call them back but it was too late. Maria hadn't spoken to him for a full week. Why did girls always have to ask guys questions like that?
He felt his erection fizzle away: there would be no nookie this afternoon or any other afternoon in the near future. Unless… Trying for a quick recovery, he said, "What I meant was, you would definitely be better than good. You would be a *great* porn star, the best. No one would be better than you would. The whole world would stop and stare while you… you… you know, did your thing. There would be nothing to compare you to. Men all across the nation would swoon at your feet at just the thought of you." Had it worked? Daring to look, he peeked an eye open to gauge her reaction.
Nope. She was still pissed.
"Is that right?" she asked darkly as she climbed off the bed. "We'll just have to see about that, won't we?"
"Isabel," he half pleaded.
"Na uh, you've asked for it now," she said as she pulled him off the bed. Leading him over to his desk chair, she commanded, "Sit down, no moving."
"Yes… yes ma'am." He sat.
Turning her back to him and walking back toward the bed, she couldn't suppress a naughty grin. An EVIL, naughty grin. It was gone by the time she turned back around. "Now, if I was a porn star, the first thing is: I'd have to realize I'm dressed all wrong. I should be wearing a skirt or robe; something that's easy to get out of, or just move aside." She looked down at the comfortable jeans and shirt she was wearing and said, "This won't do at all," and in no time, she was standing in front of him in nothing but her bra and panties.
"Better?" she asked him, barely able to keep a straight face.
Alex, who had once again come to attention behind the fly of his jeans, croaked out, "Yeah." He had to clear his throat before trying again, "Yeah, that's… much better." His eyes feasted on her luscious body as she sashayed back and forth in front of him.
"The next thing is: I, as the world's best porn star, should be responsible for is setting the proper mood, and that means music, right? There's always sexy music playing in a porno. That's important. Now, I know lesser girls don't worry about such things, they let the director or editor chooses whatever they want, but not me. I'm the hottest commodity on the market and I want creative control. Is that too much to ask?"
Swallowing hard, Alex shook his head 'no'.
"I didn't think so." Isabel turned and pointed a finger at Alex's stereo, causing it to turn on and a CD began playing. The song was sexy: guitars and horns set to a sultry Latin beat. It wasn't one from his collection, he noted, not really paying attention to it as she walked toward him. She stopped so close to him that he could feel the heat of her body. He had to force himself to look at her eyes only. His hands were fisted in his lap and he didn't dare to move them. She seemed to be on some kind of mission and he wasn't about to interrupt.
"Lastly, and this is the part that is overlooked by the general population, the best movies aren't about lust. You know, the basic bump and grind, sweaty thrusting of animalistic sex. (They aren't?) No. They're about sensuality, seduction, passion, in that order. I would understand that if I were a truly great porn star. I would use it to my advantage to, what did you say: 'Cause the world to stop and stare at me'." She leaned in close so that her full, pink lips just barely grazed the outside rim of his ear as she whispered, "Let's see if I can make you swoon."
She walked back to the head of his bed and when she turned around, she had a rose in her hand. She held it to her nose and breathed in its light scent. As her body began to sway in time to the music, she ran the rose down the side of her face to her lips, holding his eyes all the while.
Alex half stood as comprehension hit him. She'd planned all this, the minx. When she'd come downstairs to get him, this was exactly what she'd had on her mind the whole time. The music, the rose, her question… it had all been designed to get him where he was right now. Turned on and at her mercy.
He sat back down. He wasn't going to complain. If his girlfriend, the sexiest girl on TWO planets, wanted to play, then who was he to spoil the fun? It might kill him, but he was gonna stay here enjoy the 'show'.
His eyes followed the rose as it traveled down her body, across her breasts, still clad in their supportive fabric. Around each nipple it went causing them to respond and tighten. "Ooo," she said, probably more for his benefit than hers. Her voice was like silk as she said, "That almost tickled. Almost." She smiled at him and asked, "Do you think it would feel better without the bra?"
"Yes," he squeaked out.
"Hmm, me too. Let's find out," she said as she reached for the front closure. When her breasts were bare, he took the time to marvel at her. She was exquisite. Her soft, creamy flesh was topped by nipples so pale in color they almost blended in. When she brought the rose up to her bounteous curves again, Alex suddenly wished he had the ability to stop time. He wanted to freeze the moment. To live in it forever.
Her supple body, still keeping up the rhythm of a song he could barely hear, moved a little closer so he could see every tiny detail about her as the beautiful fragrant rose again drew circles around her erect skin. "Mmm, yeah, that does feel better," she informed him huskily, as if there were any doubt.
She smiled at him, her eyes lit with humor and pleasure over his obvious enjoyment of her game. It gave her the confidence to keep going. She wasn't sure if he'd be into this kind of thing, and she was very pleased that he was. Excellent. It was time to move on to phase two, she thought with an inward grin.
The rose left her breasts and headed slowly, slowly down her abdomen. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she slid them down her legs all the way down to the floor, where she stepped out of them lightly. Watching his face, she backed up a few paces until she felt the bed behind her. Holding the rose in her teeth, she made herself comfortable against the headboard. After setting the flower down next to her, she took the opportunity to rub her hands across the soft skin of her chest, cupping the ample globes to squeeze and stroke them for a few minutes. She pinched and twisted her own nipples and knew by the look on his face, Alex was wishing it were his hands against her, making her moan in pleasure.
And she *was* moaning, she realized. Here she was, getting herself all worked up while her handsome boyfriend sat less than three feet away and watched. It was heady stuff.
Retrieving the neglected bloom, Isabel ran it all the way down the outside of one leg and up the inside of the other, parting her legs accordingly. She heard a strangled sound from the foot of the bed, and decided to repeat the action, only more slowly this time. Down went the rose past her knee, past her calf to her painted toenails, then it inched it way back up. It tickled against the inside of her thigh, before it finally, finally grazed the neatly trimmed patch of dark curls.
Daring to peek at him to gauge his reaction, Isabel nearly swooned herself. Need was stamped on Alex's face. A dark flush had climbed up his cheeks and his eyes were focused *there* with such a burning intensity she was surprised her skin wasn't smoking. She was tempted to stop playing and attack him, but this whole plan seemed so deliciously decadent when she'd come up with it that she wanted to see it through to the end. It'll give him something to think about the next time he's flipping channels and comes to the porn channel.
--Accept no imitations.--
Alex was hers and she didn't want him even thinking about lusting over another woman, even a fantasy one - ever. He'd given himself to them, gone through the initiation, and now she felt very possessive of him. It was more than just the sex, it was primal in a way she couldn't describe or define. She felt, however incorrectly, that by accepting and being accepted by them, he'd burned his bridges to having a normal life. If she could, she'd stamp 'Property of Isabel Evans' on his ass just to make sure they were clear on the subject. She didn't think he'd go for that, so she'd come up with this as an alternative. She'd stamp it on his psyche.
Spreading her legs wider, she rubbed the rose against the petals of her womanhood. It was a light caress, barely there at all, but it was enough to send a jolt through her. Her hips circled in response, and she made a small sound in the back of her throat. Bringing her other hand into play, she spread apart the protective folds of her skin and repeated the motion. Alex's groan of desire was louder than hers in the still room. Enough was enough. She set aside her toy and brought her hand down her body to rub her clit.
Pleasure exploded across her senses and her hips jumped in response. She hadn't realized how worked up she'd gotten just from teasing him. She was practically dripping wet with her juices. Her fingers were already slicked up as she experimentally pressed two inside her waiting softness. "Oh, god," she breathed. It felt so good that she did it again. And again until she lost count.
She has lost on a sea of sensation, but still heard the jingling of Alex's chain and pried her eyes open just in time to see him returning to his chair with the deserted rose in his hands. Catching her look, he smiled at her. "Souvenir," he said by way of explanation. She grinned back, but the smile didn't last long as she brought her fingers to her clit and began torturing herself with a long, drawn out massage. She'd done this before many times before and knew exactly what she liked, when and where she liked it. What was different this time was that she had an avid audience of one and she wanted to put on a show for him.
She didn't hold back any of her reactions, and time after time, her voice sounded out in the room as she either stroked her G spot or rubbed her clit. Her back arched and her thighs quivered. Perspiration broke out on her body forehead but still she kept it up.
Watching, Alex had to lick his dry lips. He could practically feel her against his own overheated skin, the memory of the last time they'd made love still fresh in his mind, made real again by his overactive imagination. He wanted to move over her and claim her as his own, but he knew it wasn't what she wanted. It was the hardest thing he'd ever done, but he forced himself to stay in his damn chair and watch this scene to its finish.
And when she came, she called out his name. "Alex! Oh, god, Alex. Oh, yeah, that feels so good," and he knew she'd been thinking of him, pretending it was his hands driving her crazy, driving her to orgasm. His own heart was racing as he watched the final tremors shake her body, her hand still stroking her most sensitive place, until she languidly came to a stop.
Pulling her legs together, she sat up.
"That was… I can't even describe how amazing that was," he told her. "You're incredible, Isabel."
"You think so?" she asked as she slid closer to him.
"Of course," he promptly answered.
"Good." She sent a smile full of promise at him as she announced, "Because I'm not done. Come here."
Alex's eyes got huge in his face as he surmised what she was planning. "Isabel…" he protested.
"Come here," she repeated, half in invitation, half in command.
Who was he to say 'no' to a naked woman who wanted him? Standing, he took the two steps needed to bring himself between her legs where she was sitting on the edge of his bed. His erection, throbbing painfully now against his restrictive jeans was just about eye level. Almost. She unbuckled his belt and undid the fastenings on his pants, sliding them down his legs. He sighed blissfully at the new freedom.
She reached up to cup him through the fabric of his boxers. "A good porn star might decide to leave you like this, but not me. I know that as good as anticipation is, it's nothing compared to fulfillment. Others might think being like this is a state of fullness. But it's not." Squeezing his cock, which could have driven nails it was so hard, she told him, "Anticipation is emptiness. You seem to have everything you could want but in reality you have nothing. We know that, don't we? Fulfillment, on the other hand, once you've spilled every drop of your passion, when you seem to be the emptiest you've ever been, that's when you're the most full. Passion, desire, it's a conundrum. The best porn star in the world would know that and use it to her advantage. And I am the best, aren't I?" she asked, looking up at him with dark eyes.
"Better than the best," he told her as he reached down and caressed a nipple.
Carefully, she removed his straining flesh from the soft cloth of his shorts. He helped her to pull them down out of her way. Holding his sex in one hand, she caressed the pendulous sacs that hung beneath, causing him to gasp. Wordlessly, she moved forward and brought her lips to him.
"Oh my god, Isabel!" Alex was about ready to explode, and she hadn't done anything yet. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on calming down. …Until she ran the tip of her tongue over him from top to bottom.
Then she took him into her mouth, his world narrowed down to this: Isabel's lips and hands on him, the scent of her arousal mingling with her perfume and the rose, late afternoon sunlight filtering through the curtains and Latin music playing softly in the background. Nothing else existed.
Her head bobbed gently back and forth, but there was nothing subtle about the suction she had him in. It was indescribable. He was starting to see spots as helplessly, his hips thrust slightly with her rhythm. "Isabel," he gasped out.
She picked up her pace a little and eased off the pressure. With one hand she continued to caress his balls, with the other, she stroked his butt, thighs, belly and anywhere else she could reach. She was merciless in her assault and kept it up until a sheen of sweat covered his body.
Stopping briefly, she moved her hand to the slick surface of his staff as her lips wrapped only around the head. While either twirling her tongue over and around him, or lapping up the escaping drops that trickled from the tip, her hand was pumping back and forth bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
"Isabel," he warned her, shifting his hands through her hair, "I'm going to cum. I'm going to…"
She pulled her mouth away from him and used her spare hand to cup his tight sacs lightly fingering that especially sensitive place behind them. It was enough to send him flying into the clouds. Tilting his head back, he let go and his seed shot from his body, splashing against her bare breasts over and over again.
The worst of the storm over, Alex tried to remain standing on his shaky legs as he attempted to catch his breath. Isabel continued to lightly stroke him as aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through him. It was a losing battle, and pivoting, he collapsed onto the bed next to her. "Isabel Evans, you are the most remarkable woman."
"Yeah?" she asked with a smile. She liked seeing him like this when he was relaxed and sated.
"Yeah."
She leaned over and kissed him lingeringly on the mouth. "Just you remember that." Pulling away with a grimace, she said, "Ugh, I'm going to take a quick shower."
"Fine by me." He looked over at the clock. "Take your time. Liz should be here in a few minutes, but there's no reason to hurry."
"I'll be quick," she promised and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Quick by her definition could mean anywhere from one to two hours.
He watched her gather up her clothes and go into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and grinned like the devil. He was certain that there was no man in the world who had a girlfriend that went to such lengths as Isabel did for him. He wasn't sure what this afternoon had been about, but he knew she would tell him in her own sweet time. In the meantime, he could wait.
Eventually finding the energy to move, he stood and pulled his boxers and pants back up. He was wondering about the ending there a little as he dressed. It was the first time she'd pulled back from him, and while he wasn't complaining, it seemed kind of strange. When he saw his TV remote laying next to the rose on his dresser, he remembered. The men in the porn movies always pulled out when they came. Shaking his head, he just chuckled ruefully.
Listening to the shower run, he wished they had time for him to join her, but Liz was due any minute. Idly, he picked up the poor abused rose. If it could only talk, he thought with a grin. Already, he was making plans to dry it and keep it in his box of treasures in the closet.
He brought the soft flower to his nose to inhale the sweet scent and froze. It had Isabel's musky scent on it. The rose's natural odor nearly drowned it out, but the smell was unmistakable. His mouth went dry as he remembered how the smell came to be there. Isabel was incredible, perfection, not unlike the rose itself. Her pick skin had a similar texture, her scent distinctive, and she was the most alluring bloom in the garden. He smiled softly. He would never be able to think of roses again without remembering this afternoon.
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By the time Liz knocked on the door, Alex was back downstairs, and Isabel was getting dressed after a quick shower.
Alex pulled open the door with a big welcoming smile, "Hey, Liz."
She stepped inside, saying, "Hey, Alex." She looked around and asked, "Where's Isabel?"
"She's in the bathroom."
Liz couldn't stop the blush that rose up in her cheeks. The phrase, 'in the bathroom' had taken on a whole new meaning this afternoon. She and Maria had teased each other unmercifully about it until school ended.
Alex watched her reddening cheeks in amazement. "Uh, Liz? Care to share?"
Blushing even more, Liz just shook her head.
