My fingernails tapped the steering wheel of my 1967 Mustang Fastback nervously as I gazed up at the white shalestone house that stood ominously before me. Behind the blanketed window I watched his shadow move around his upstairs bedroom. I trembled, knowing the finality that came with the decision I was about to make. Should I go in, and in doing so, close the door on my relationship of two years with what I had thought was the man of my dreams? Or should I wait? Wait and see what changes the months to come could bring?

I sighed, trapped as much by my own indecisiveness as I was by the locks of the two ton token of affection I had received the Christmas before. My hand moved across the restored leather seats, remembering the way his eyes had sparkled as he placed me behind the wheel for the very first time. The love that shown on his face as we took our first drive together.

I shook my head to chase away the memories. That day seemed so long ago now. It had been months since I'd received any sign of the love we once shared. It seemed the more I gave, the more he expected, and the less I was given in return. A woman could only take so much. How many times could I be pushed away before I no longer returned? How many nights would I have to sleep alone, before finding solace in the arms of another man?

My presence here was as much a test for myself, as punishment for him. What was it about me that made him think that he could neglect me the way that he did? My eyes filled with tears as I remembered the phone call we had just shared....The conversation that had resulted in my driving at 2 am in the pouring rain to sit outside this familiar dwelling. He was so distant. So unfeeling. He was no longer the man I had fallen in love with. Maybe he was right. Maybe his fans did have a better grasp on who he was and what he wanted. I no longer had a clue. I no longer knew who Chris Kirkpatrick was and as each day passed, I was becoming less and sure than I cared anymore.

I deserved better that what he gave me. I deserved someone who would burn with desire for me each time I crossed his mind. Someone who couldn't allow me to pass him in a room without succombing to his need to touch me in some way. I deserved a man who would take me in his arms, and overcome with passion, would rip the clothes from my body and make love to me all night long.

The man who waited above had all that to offer and more.

But did I have the nerve?

The phone in my lap rang, shattering my daydream. I picked it up slowly and brought it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Well? You coming up or are you going to sit in my driveway all night thinking it over?"

I raised my head to gaze up at the lighted window once again. This time insead of a drawn curtain, I saw JC, leaning against the windowsill. As I watched, he folded his arms over his bare chest and smiled down at me. I nodded slowly, releasing the latch on my seatbelt.

"I'm coming."

"Alright. You have the key. Let yourself in. I'll be waiting."

I hung up the phone as JC stepped away from the window and pulled the curtain closed behind him. I climbed out of the car and crossed the darkened lawn to the side door. Taking a deep breath, I slid the key in the lock and turned it, allowing myself to enter. Still battling the war that waged inside of me, I walked up the marble staircase. I stepped into his bedroom and looked around slowly, finding him no where in sight.

"JC? Where are you?"

"Right here."

JC's breath was hot against my ear as he enveloped me from behind. A low moan escaped my lips as his hands slid across my belly. His lips moved over my neck, sending chills down my spine. JC grabbed my blouse and pulled it swiftly apart, dropping the shredded garment to the floor. I began to tremble as he pushed me toward the bed, his muscular body pressed firmly against mine.

My heart raced as I felt myself falling back onto the bed, the laws of nature and gravity both working against me. JC's body quickly covered mine, forcing me to sink deeper into the inviting mattress below me. His hands fondled me roughly as I struggled to find the rhythm of his movements. For an instant, I began to question my decision. Pressing my hands against his chest, I pushed him away.

"JC...wait...stop...Please....."

JC raised himself onto his palms and gazed down at me. His lips grazed my cheek softly before pulling away once more, his eyes filled with question.

"What's wrong, baby? Don't you want me anymore, Missa?"

I nodded slowly, still unsure of myself. My fingertips involuntarily traced the lines of his chiseled chest as I struggled to find the words to explain my reservations. His body trembled beneath my touch as I slid my thumbs over his hardened nipples and downward toward his navel.

"I do JC...But what about Leslie?...She's my friend...How can I do this to her? How can I...."

JC pressed his finger against my lips to silence me. "If I wanted to be with Leslie, she would be here. I made my decision....Now I think it's time you made yours. You can walk out that door right now and only dream about how my kiss would feel...Or you can live it."

I reached up and touched his beautiful lips, remembering all the nights I'd closed my eyes and fantasized what it would be like to feel that beautiful mouth moving over the contours of my neck. Those exquisite hands moving over my body. His long perfect fingers dancing across my flesh, invoking the same magic he commanded from the keys of the piano that stood in the corner.

My eyes traveled down to his rising manhood, imagining what it would feel like to have him inside me. To hear him cry out my name as the waves of ecstacy moved through his body...To feel his warmth release inside me...

Any doubt that I had quickly disappeared. Without thinking, I reached forward and gripped the back of his head, and pulled him down roughly. Crushing my lips against his, I moaned, relishing the sweet taste of what lay inside. My hands moved over him quickly, desperate to uncover every secret his body held.

JC pushed my thighs apart and settled between them, giving me no time for second thoughts. With an determined thrust, he entered me, shoving his cock deep inside me. I cried out in surprise as he filled me, my body struggling to accommodate his massive presence. I whimpered as his shaft hammered into me again and again, yet he drove on, oblivious to anything but the feelings of pleasure I provided him.

"JC...wait...Just..."

"Shhh...unh...baby just...relax...It'll come..."

JC's pace slowed as his hands slid over me, caressing my breasts, touching me in places Chris' lovemaking had left undiscovered. I melted against the pillow, allowing myself to float in the waves of euphoria his fingers induced. My body relaxed, as he continued to thrust against me steadily, each stroke deeper and more pleasing than the last. Uncontrollable moans escaped my lips as I felt an unfamiliar warmth rising in my stomach, threatening to consume me.

"Harder JC....Faster....."

JC smiled, as he obeyed, eager to please. He raised my legs around his waist and pushed foward, driving deep inside me. His eyes rolled back into his head as he settled into a furious pattern of excruciatingly gratifying thrusts. He grunted with each movement, his body glistening with sweat as he pushed on forcing me to the brink of insanity.

I cried out loudly as the first orgasm washed over me, followed by a second as his hot seed poured deep inside of me. JC collapsed on my chest, his body shaking uncontrollably as he struggled to catch his breath. My arms slid around him, pulling him close as he kissed away the beads of perspiration on my chest. Lifting his head, I planted a gentle kiss on his lips, running my tongue across them as I pulled away. Almost immediately I felt him rise against me once again, ready to accept any offer I extended.

Rolling him onto his back, I climbed on top of him, placing myself directly over his waiting manhood. My body throbbed with desire as I lowered myself slowly, allowing him inside once more.

I passed the first test.

This was extra credit.

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