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Veronica brushed her hair out of her face as she nervously approached the
backstage area at the concert in Houston. KISS was on the second
leg of
their Farewell tour when they came to Houston and hadn't originally planned
on stopping in Houston again. However the fans petitioned them to
return
for another performance and KISS, impressed at the fans and their devotion,
canceled a show and returned to Houston. Veronica jumped up and down
and
screamed when she heard the news. KISS was her favorite band and
though she
was only a fan of about half a decade, she was just as devoted if not more
than fans of twenty plus years. Veronica was especially devoted to
Paul and
his charisma, physical beauty, and internal beauty. He was one of
the few
people whom the more she read about him, the more she liked him.
Paul never
ceased to amaze her and when she won tickets and backstage passes to the
concert, she was elated and wanted to shout to the world her excitement.
She never dreamed in her life she'd get front row seats at a KISS concert
much less get to meet the band and the man she'd idolized all this time.
Veronica knew this night would be a special, memorable night for her that
she would cherish always.
Veronica showed her pass to the guards at the gate and walked quickly and
vibrantly to the backstage area. She was nervous, but excited and
ready to
meet KISS. With her camera and pictures for autographs in hand, she walked
confidently to the place where KISS would greet the fans. However
when she
walked to the backstage area her excited face fell when she glanced at
all
of the female fans waiting for the band to emerge offstage to greet them.
She noticed the crowd was made up of predominantly tall, platinum blonde,
willowy women in short, tight skirts reaching no longer than the top of
the
thigh with dangerously low cut halter tops and spike heels to complete
their
outfits. Veronica felt her self-esteem descend to a low depth when
she
realized she looked nothing like these women whom men, including Paul,
seem
to fall all over themselves trying to impress. She was 5'1" with
straight
hair red hair falling just above her shoulders. Her eyes were emerald
green
and though her body was a petite size 8, her 34D breasts and shapely hips
kept her body type from adhering to the currently popular waif look for
women. Veronica settled on a form-fitting purple blouse accentuating
her
ample breasts along with a pair of tight blue jeans that clung to her hips
and showed off her tiny waist. A pair of black, six-inch platform
shoes
completed the outfit. She wanted to look beautiful for the concert,
but did
not want to give the wrong impression about herself. Though her clothes
flattered her body, she knew that with her body type, small stature, and
red
hair she would get overlooked by the band and passed over for the more
scantily clad women awaiting their arrival.
Veronica sighed and started to leave, but thought against it and knew that
if she didn't at least try and get Paul's attention, she'd never forgive
herself. At this moment, KISS emerged and the crowd of fans clamored
over
to the band. Veronica nervously with her heart in her throat took
a deep
breath and started walking hastily to the band. A crowd of women
was ahead
of her though, and she knew she must wait her turn. The band took
pictures
with fans, autographed pictures and various body parts, hugged and kissed
those who requested hugs and kisses, and generally interacted with the
fans.
Each member posed in his persona for the pictures: Gene sticking out his
tongue, Paul pouting and forming his lips in a kiss, Ace giving a thumbs
up
symbol, and Peter smiling and pointing at the cameras. Each time
a fan
finished his or her turn, Veronica thought the crowd seemed to multiply
instead of dissipate. She thought to herself that she'd never get
to talk
to Paul, take pictures with him or get his autograph. "I might as
well
leave. What good is it for me to stand here waiting if I'm never
going to
meet him," she thought sadly. Eyes beginning to tear up, Veronica
thought
it was no use to wait for KISS any longer and gathered her purse, fished
out
her keys, and started walking away to go home....
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"You're welcome" Paul smiled and said as the bleached blonde giggled and
walked away after thanking Paul for autographing the area above her breasts.
Paul continued interacting with the fans on a personal level by listening
attentively to the ways he has inspired them, questions about his musical
abilities, and even the various propositions made and the phone numbers
sneakily slipped into his hands by women. He truly enjoyed talking
with the
fans and could never fully express his gratitude and devotion to them and
all of the fans knew his feelings were sincere. However while he
was
meeting with the fans, he noticed a lone red-haired woman standing in the
back waiting patiently to meet them. He found himself staring at
her each
opportunity he could, and kept hoping the crowd would disperse soon and
she
would emerge before him so he could talk to her. "Damn. That
redhead
standing in the back is gorgeous and I can't help but feel drawn to her.
I
wish I could just run up to her right now and meet her." Paul then
realized
that she and he for that matter, would just have to be patient and wait
a
little longer to meet since it was only fair to the ones who reached the
backstage area before her. He continued interacting with the fans
and
stealing glances at her each chance he could. Gene noticed this about
Paul
and leaned over to him and in more quiet voice said, "Why don't you just
go
talk to her already?"
"Gene, I can't disappoint the other fans and it's only fair that I speak
with these people who arrived before she did." Paul responded emphatically,
"I can't select fans I want to talk to over others. It's just not
fair to
them."
Gene sighed and said with slight sarcasm and bluntness, "Look, I agree
with
you wholeheartedly that the fans are number one and we owe everything to
them, but you obviously want to talk to this woman and you'll kick yourself
in the ass and regret it if you don't." Then with a mischievous grin
Gene
said, "Besides, she may want to do more than just talk for the night."
Paul rolled his eyes and replied, "I can't just go up and talk to her.
Not
now, at least."
Gene knowing that he'll never change Paul's mind shrugged and said, "All
right. Suit yourself, but the lady looks like she's about to jet."
Upon hearing the last statement, Paul glanced over at the redhead and
noticed she was walking away from the crowd. "I've got to catch her
and
talk to her before she gets away!"
Paul then leaped and began weaving through the finally dissipating crowd
to
reach this mysterious woman. He ran through and past the crowd his
curly
black mane flying behind him, arms pumping, and thigh and calf muscles
flexing as he quickened his pace and shortened the distance between them.
When he finally reached her at the gate exiting the backstage area he cried,
"Wait!"
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A tearful Veronica walked quickly to the backstage gate never looking back
to get a final glance at the band. "I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna
cry"
She repeated to herself over and over as she made her way closer to the
exit. She was extremely upset, distraught, and let down over not
getting to
meet Paul like she thought, but didn't want it to show on her face.
Veronica would simply go home, cry, and when her friends asked how her
night
went, she'd try to be as convincing as possible in her story of how great
and memorable the night was for her.
However the instant she was to exit the area, she heard a voice behind
her
wanting her to wait. "What now?", she thought, "Did I leave my purse,
keys
or brain behind?"
When she turned to see who was calling her and what they wanted, her look
of
aggravation and disappointment transformed into one of shock and happiness
at the sight of Paul standing before her. As her gaze ventured upward,
she
noticed the cling of his spandex to his muscular thighs and calves and
the
shiny belt adorning his waist extending to his quite ample crotch, from
the
waist up she took in his washboard stomach adorned with black hair leading
to his gorgeous, hairy, muscular chest, broad shoulders over which his
onyx
curls rested, then up to his face where his dark eyes looked down into
her
green ones as he gave her a smile that made her putty in his hands.
"Hold on, pretty lady." Paul said catching his breath from his sprint to
meet Veronica. "I'm so glad I caught you before you left. I
noticed you
standing in the back of the crowd waiting to meet all of us and when Gene
told me you were leaving, I ran as fast as I could to bring you back in
to
meet all of us. That's why I'm panting a little."
Veronica couldn't believe her eyes or ears. Paul Stanley was
standing in
front of her talking to her and not only that, but he ran all the way to
the
gate just to make sure she wouldn't leave without getting to meet him and
the rest of the guys. "Damn. Paul is so gorgeous. That
body and those
eyes. I could lose myself in those mahogany depths forever."
Veronica had no clue what to say to break the ice since she was so shocked
and stupefied by everything that was happening to her. Just minutes
before,
she was depressed giving up all hope of meeting Paul and now, he stands
before her wanting to meet her!
"H-hi, Paul." Veronica stammered offering her hand, "I'm Veronica."
A beaming Paul answered, "Lovely to meet you, Veronica," after which he
lifted her hand to his lips placing a soft, delicate kiss on it, his eyes
never leaving her gaze. His lips felt gentle, yet strong on her hand
and
led her thoughts to wander how those lips would feel on her lips and body.
"Veronica, there is no need to feel nervous around me or the rest of the
guys. Just relax. If you'll come with me, we can meet up with
Gene, Ace,
and Peter. Are you game?"
Am I game? Veronica thought, Of course I'm game!
"Yes, Paul. I'm game." Veronica said with a smile.
Joining hands, Paul and Veronica walked into the backstage area side by
side
weaving through the crowd waiting to meet the band. Fan reactions
varied in
the crowd as everyone wondered who the woman accompanying Paul was.
Some
fans beamed at Veronica, some looked her up and down with jealous, hateful
gleams in their eyes while others merely patiently awaited Paul's return
to
the rest of the band. When they reached Gene, Ace, and Peter, they all
eyed
Veronica and Paul introduced her to each member.
"Guys, this is Veronica."
"Hi, Veronica. This space Ace welcomes you." Ace cackled giving her
a
thumbs up signal.
Laughing Veronica said, "Great meeting you too, Ace."
"Hey there little girl! What's shaking'?" Peter asked her as he shook
her
hand.
Then Paul escorted her to meet Gene. Veronica was a little nervous
about
meeting Gene from all the rumors she'd heard about his insatiable sexual
appetite and domineering personality. She was a Gene fan and wanted
to meet
him, but was a little shy and hesitant.
"Don't worry Veronica." Paul said nudging her forward, "Gene doesn't bite."
"Not unless you want me to." Gene replied, "Well, what have we here?"
Gene looked Veronica up and down and walked around her eyeing her closely.
"So you're the one Paul sprinted out of here like a bat out of hell to
meet.
I must say, Paul, you picked a hot little number. I bet there's a
fire
under there that knows no bounds." Gene gave Veronica an evil smile
then
kissed her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Veronica, and I hope to
see a
lot more of you in the near future."
"Down, Gene. You don't need to scare her." Paul said.
Laughing, Veronica said, "It's okay, Paul. I'm not scared anymore.
Gene's
just being Gene."
After this comment, they all laughed and the band autographed the pictures
she brought and posed for photographs with her. Ace and Veronica
standing
next to each other giving thumbs up signals, Veronica with Peter crouching
down beside her with her hand on his head as if to pet him, and Veronica
and
Gene standing beside each other with their tongues extended, and in a second
picture touching tongues. In the second picture, Veronica half jokingly,
half seriously made sure Gene knew that was the farthest they'd go while
he
promised to behave and restrain himself from going any further than touching
tongues for the picture.
When it was time for a picture with Paul, they decided to wrap their arms
around each other, cheeks touching, smiling as they faced the camera.
They
basked in each other's warmth in the embrace and held onto each other a
little longer even after the picture was taken. Veronica thought
it was
just her wanting to hold on to Paul a little longer, but Paul didn't want
to
let go of her, either. He liked her delicate strength and softness
and how
her body seemed to fit his own. Paul wanted to become acquainted
with
Veronica and know her on a higher level. He was spellbound by her
loveliness and knew there was more to her than her external beauty.
She
seemed different than any woman he ever met. Veronica was not the
emaciated
type who fit gender stereotypes. Her curvy body and small stature
even
platform heels couldn't hide made her different and unique to him and
someone he wanted to explore in every way possible.
Paul separated himself a little from Veronica without taking his arms away
from her and gazed into her eyes.
"Veronica?"
"Yes, Paul."
"I need to ask you something. Would you like to have dinner with
me?"
"I'd love to, Paul." Veronica said with a smile that made Paul's knees
grow
weak.
"All right, milady, your chariot awaits you..."
"After you, Veronica." Paul said helping her into the limo and sliding
inside right next to her. Once the limo pulled away Paul asked, "Veronica,
would you like a drink?"
"A Dr. Pepper would be great!" Veronica replied. She was glad he
offered
her a drink. The screaming at the concert left her parched so she
more than
welcomed the drink.
"One Dr. Pepper coming right up!" Paul said and reached over to the bar.
After grabbing a Diet Coke for himself, he handed Veronica her Dr. Pepper.
Veronica opened the can and couldn't help but notice Paul choosing a Diet
Coke to drink. After taking a sip of her Dr. Pepper, she looked over
at
Paul and started shaking her head at him.
Paul met her gaze with a puzzled one saying, "What? Is there something
wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just that I'm surprised to see you drinking a diet
soda with
you being so health conscious and all." Veronica said taking another
sip of
her drink.
"What do you mean? Diet sodas are healthy." Paul said this, leaned
to take
a sip of his soda, then decided against it, raised an eyebrow, and looked
at
Veronica anxiously awaiting her response.
Veronica grabbed her heart and exclaimed in a playful, flirtatious way,
"Oh
my God! I'm shocked. You don't know that diet sodas have nutri-sweet
which
is aspertaine, an element that causes brain tumors??!! It's basically
fake
sugar and you'd be much better off drinking regular sodas with real sugar
in
it. It's similar to how butter is better for you than margarine since
butter is real and margarine is synthetic except not as deadly or unhealthy.
I can't believe you, Mr. Health and Physical Fitness doesn't know that!
Shame on you."
Paul smiled and gave her a look of admiration. He was impressed with
her
knowledge and concern for his health. She seemed like an interesting
person
to him and he felt even more drawn to her. He also appreciated her
compliments about his physique since he was so self-conscious about his
appearance. Despite all the women flashing their breasts at him and
otherwise throwing themselves at him, he was not conceited or completely
self-confident about his physical appearance.
"No, I didn't know that. You learn something new every day.
In fact," Paul
then set aside his diet coke and grabbed a coca cola from the bar, "I'm
gonna change my mind on that drink." Paul opened the can and took
a sip of
the soda. Veronica and Paul looked at each other and smiled and laughed.
"So are you into exercise and healthy living?" Paul asked Veronica.
Veronica responded with a chuckle and blushed saying, "Actually, I'm not.
I
eat horribly and I don't exercise enough."
Surprised, Paul raised an eyebrow, "Really? You mean you are naturally
thin
and beautiful?"
Blushing again Veronica responded, "Well, uh, yeah, I guess so."
"Well, you're very lucky. Most people would kill to have natural
beauty
like you, including me. And Veronica, believe me, you do have it.
I have
to work to stay thin and in good shape," Paul said.
"Thank you, Paul. That's a nice compliment." Veronica said smiling
and
placing her hand on his. She felt a wave of heat pounding through
her body
just from touching his hand. ~Imagine what would happen if we actually
made
love!~ she thought to herself.
Veronica stroked her fingers on the back of his hand then moved her hand
up
his arm to his shoulder and fingered the hair resting on top of it.
As they
looked into each other's eyes, they wrapped their arms around each other
leaning towards each other to kiss. At this moment, the limo came
to an
abrupt stop causing Paul and Veronica to lurch forward. Veronica
let out a
combination laugh and scream while Paul helped her up laughing with her.
"It's looks like we're here." Paul said to Veronica and walked to her side
of the limo offering his hand to help her out. Veronica placed her
hand
small hand in his considerably larger one and stepped out of the limousine.
She looked around and noticed they were at a beautiful mansion with lots
of
space and trees and stood amazed. ~It can't be...We're not at Paul's
house,
there's no way.~, she thought.
"Paul are we?--"
"Yes, we're at my house." Paul said smiling at her appreciation of his
home.
"Let's go inside. Dinner awaits us."
Veronica smiled back and walked with him inside the house. The interior
was
even more beautiful than the exterior, she thought. She noticed a
room
decorated nicely, but not extravagantly--- a couch, big screen tv, and
two
recliners on either side of the couch. When she looked to her left,
she saw
a table adorned with candles and a beautiful meal at the two place settings.
She took in all the beauty of the decor and reflected on the trouble Paul
went through just for her. Veronica wondered how he could get a meal
thrown
together so quickly having just met. She assumed when he asked her
to
dinner that they would go to a restaurant for a romantic, candlelight dinner
and not his home. Granted, she loved the idea of being invited to
his home
to share dinner with him, but she was still cautious and a little skeptical
about it. ~Oh, God. I hope this isn't some cheap, seduction
he uses for
all the women...~ she thought, ~How the hell else would this dinner get
done
so quickly? If he's playing me for a fool and using me for sex without
letting me know this is a casual affair, he's gonna find out the hard way
that I'm a redhead with a mouth and short temper!~
"Paul, how did you get this dinner put together for us here so quickly
when
we just met less than an hour ago? It's not that I'm not flattered
or that
I'm ungrateful, I'm just a little confused." Veronica told him.
Paul smiled knowingly, "Well while I was waiting for you to finish getting
your pictures and autographs from Gene, Ace, and Peter, I made arrangements
for dinner over here."
Veronica thought back to that time and recalled not seeing Paul around
for
those few minutes, but was so caught up in all of the excitement of meeting
them all that she barely noticed his absence. Knowing this made her
feel
better, but guilty at the same time for even harboring that line of
thinking. However, she dismissed her guilt understanding that her
feelings
were not unusual or outlandish knowing the reputations of many rock stars
and their experiences with groupies. She merely didn't want to be
another
roll in the hay for him without discussing it first. Veronica wanted
to
just see where the evening would take them and figure things out later.
Veronica blushing said, "Oh, I see. I... I was just wondering."
Paul chuckled a bit, walked over to her and brushed her hair out of her
face. He knew what she was thinking and couldn't blame her for questioning
his intentions. Paul knew his reputation and wanted to make sure
she had no
doubts in her mind where she stood with him and wanted always to know where
he stood with her.
"It's okay, Veronica. You don't have to say a word. I understand
your
questions and hesitations." Paul said.
"You do?" Veronica cried in surprise.
"Yes, I do."
"And you're not mad?"
"Not at all. It's good to be cautious. That way, people don't
take
advantage of you."
"Wow. I'm glad you understand." Veronica was relieved to hear
he
understood and was not angry with her for her skepticism that she didn't
voice directly, but exhibited in her demeanor and facial expression. She
thought it was amazing he knew what she was thinking and respected her
for
it. She didn't know too many men who would take her hesitation with
the
sensitivity Paul exhibited.
Paul broke the pause with, "With that said, how about we eat dinner?
I
don't know about you, but I'm starving."
Veronica smiled and said, "Yeah, I am too. It's been a while since I ate."
Paul then pulled a chair out for Veronica and then seated himself.
As he
sat down, he opened a bottle of wine, poured them each a glass, and lifted
his glass to propose a toast.
"I'd like to propose a toast", he said as Veronica raised her glass, "To
new, beautiful friends."
"To new, beautiful friends." Veronica repeated as they brought their glasses
together then sipped their wine.
As they drank their wine and ate their dinner, they talked and got to know
each other better.
"Veronica, what do you do in Houston?" Paul asked her.
"I'm a student graduating this semester with an MA in English. I
want to be
a professor. In fact, I'm considering applying anywhere and everywhere
for
a teaching job at a community college." Veronica replied to Paul
whose
eyebrows raised.
"Wow. That's impressive. You must be pretty damn smart." Paul said.
Veronica grinned and said, "Thanks." Paul winked at her and grinned back.
"And what else does Ms. Veronica do with her time?" Paul flirtatiously
inquired as he took a sip of his wine. He liked the way the wine
felt and
tasted over his tongue and wanted to explore the taste of Veronica's tongue
over his own. However, he pushed these thoughts aside for the time
being so
he could learn more about her and hear her answer to his question.
"Well, I also write short stories, novels, poetry, and plays. I wish
I
could devote my time to writing, but can't because it's too much of a career
risk." Veronica replied fingering her wine glass then taking another
sip.
"Wow. Again, very impressive. You're a fascinating woman."
Paul replied.
He understood the risks of choosing an artistic career and couldn't blame
her for being cautious. Though he took the plunge and pursued his
singing
career, he knew not everyone could or would take that same plunge with
their
own artistic endeavors. He wanted to know what all was stopping her
from
pursuing her dreams and wanted to read some of her works, but didn't want
to
press those issues just yet. Paul wanted to be sure she was completely
at
ease with him before he asked her even more personal questions.
"Thank you, Paul. You're a fascinating person yourself." Veronica
flirtatiously replied with a smile.
"Oh really?" Paul said raising his eyebrows and standing starting to clear
the table of the dishes from the dinner they had finished. "And what,
my
dear, what you say fascinates you?"
At this moment, Veronica rose from her seat and walked toward Paul, took
the
dishes from his hands, and set the dishes on the table. She then
put his
hands at his sides while she slid hers slowly from his waist up to his
rock
hard stomach, firm chest, and strong shoulders all the while moving her
body
closer to his. She found the platform heels she wore made her almost
reach
eye level with him. Veronica felt a little nervous and self-conscious
about
her body since she knew she wasn't the typical love interest or dating
choice for Paul. She hoped when Paul learned she was not as tall
as the
platforms made her appear that he wouldn't be disappointed. It was
just a
chance she would have to take and if he rejected her she'd be hurt, but
she'd survive.
Her hands then trailed to his firm ass, squeezing it gently and slowly.
After that she moved her hands around and felt his member rise in response
to the sensation of her fingers and hand rubbing against it through the
leather barrier of his pants it. Paul moaned at the magic her hands
were
doing over his body and didn't want her to stop. Veronica then paused
and
seductively whispered, "Does that answer your question?"
"Y-yes." an excited Paul stammered. Once he regained his composure, he
continued with "You know what else fascinates me about you?"
"What is that?" Veronica asked.
Paul then looked into her eyes then moved his hands slowly over her lips
parting them slightly then moving down her body over her ample breasts
fingering her nipples, then down to her waist. He placed his hands
around
here waist and pulled her body against his and she could feel his desire
hardening against her thigh. He placed his lips over hers kissing
her
lightly at first then deepening the kiss their tongues sliding over and
entwining with one another causing them to moan against each other's mouths.
When they broke the kiss, Paul looked at Veronica his eyes dark with
desire and took her hand. They both knew they wanted each other from
the
look in each others' eyes and the sexual energy and tension permeating
the
room.
Paul led Veronica down a long hallway to his bedroom where she stood in
front of him with her back to the bed adorned in satin sheets. Paul
lit
some candles in the room while Veronica sat at the edge of the bed to take
off her platform heels. She hoped Paul wouldn't be disappointed once
he
realized her 5'8" frame was actually 5'2". While she was unbuckling
the
strap of the platforms, she watched Paul light the candles. She took
in his
graceful, seductive movements as he traversed the room, the way he carefully
moved his hair out of his eyes, and the expression of intense concentration
in his eyes as he lit the candles. Veronica was spellbound by his
beauty
and her desire for him increased. Seeing Paul lighting the final
candle,
she rose from her seated position.
Paul appeared in front of her and noticed she was no longer eye level with
him when she stood. Surprised, he looked down and noticed her platforms
were removed and she was the petite woman he originally pictured her when
he
sprinted at the arena to find her. He liked her the way her delicate,
soft
features contrasted with her sexual assertiveness and flirtatious responses
to his conversation as much as he liked her voluptuous figure that
contrasted with her slim figure. He wondered what other complementing
contrasts existed within this woman.
Veronica anxiously said, "Paul, I'm not the woman you think I am.
I know
I'm not the type you usually go for."
Paul raised his eyebrows and stroked her cheek. "And what type is that?"
"Oh, you know. The tall, blonde bombshell type. I'm not that
type and I
know you were expecting me to at least fulfill the height part of your
expectations. If you don't want me anymore and have changed your
mind, I'll
understand." Veronica said sadly looking away from Paul.
Paul lifted her chin with his hand forcing her eyes to meet his, "Veronica,
you are wrong. I knew all along you were actually a petite, yet curvy
woman. Those platforms couldn't hide that. You are very sexy
and beautiful
and the last thing I want to do is reject you." At this moment, Paul
took
her in his arms and they kissed, their hands roaming over each other's
bodies as they moaned against each others' mouths from the pleasure of
their
kiss. Veronica removed Paul's shirt moving her hands up and down
his chest
and stomach while Paul carefully pulled Veronica's blouse over her head
exposing a black lace bra which he unhooked from the front revealing firm,
supple, large breasts that seemed to fit perfectly into his hands.
They
resumed kissing while Paul carefully placed Veronica on the bed.
The satin
sheets felt cool against her bare skin while the hair from Paul's chest
tickled her breasts causing a combination of a laugh and a moan escape
from
her mouth. Paul chuckled at her laughter as he broke the kiss while
Veronica removed his pants exposing a G-string.
She then slid the G-string off from his body and stifled a gasp at the
size
of his desire. Veronica laid there amazed at his perfect, god-like
form
while he removed her jeans and then soaked panties causing Paul to gasp
at
her own perfect form. He loved her moistness and began kissing her
again as
she felt his desire harden against her thigh. His lips and tongue
soon made
a trail down her neck while his hand lightly caressed her breasts and
thighs. As he made his way down her chest to her breasts, he took
in the
smell of her Chanel No. 5 while she took in the smells of his hair and
after shave.
As he reached her breasts, he gave each breast equal attention caressing
and
tweaking the nipple of one while suckling and kissing the other.
Veronica
began moaning slightly at the sensation of his wet tongue and hands on
her
breasts and had to restrain herself from jumping him and ending things
prematurely. Paul made a trail down to her stomach until Veronica
felt his
hot breath against her inner thigh. She knew his next destination
and
didn't want to stop him. He slowly kissed her inner thighs gradually
reaching her most sensitive area. As he approached her moist softness,
he
began probing it with his tongue first licking the outer area then gradually
moving deeper his tongue darting in and out with not spot untouched.
Her
taste was sweet and delicious to him and he enjoyed looking up at her and
seeing the pleasure she was feeling in her eyes and moans.
"Oh God, Paul! Please. Don't stop!" Veronica shouted
orgasmically.
Paul then shifted his body and began to enter, but noticed her virginity
and
wanted to be sure this was what she wanted.
"Veronica, is this your first time?" Paul asked her with a breathless
whisper.
"Yes, Paul. Does this bother you?" Veronica asked him.
"It's up to you. I don't want to pressure you into anything when
you're not
ready." Paul replied.
"Paul, I'm ready. I want you to be my first." Veronica decided.
Paul beamed and began kissing and caressing her again stopping only briefly
to allow her to place the protection over his erection. He told her
he
would make the first time as comfortable as he could with as little pain
as
possible.
"Veronica, I'll be gentle but you may experience some pain, but it will
be
okay." Paul told her. Veronica nodded understandingly.
Paul then slowly and gently entered her slightly. Veronica winced
as she
felt a small tinge of pain, but urged him to proceed with the lovemaking.
He continued penetrating her slowly until the pain was sweet and he was
inside her completely. She then felt her climax and began thrashing
her
head from side to side and screaming with pleasure. Paul felt his
climax as
well, as he felt the moistness from their passion emerge from his body.
They both called each others names as their passion came to an end and
they
panted from their incredible lovemaking.
Paul then slid beside her into bed and looked into her eyes and began
placing his hand and fingers against hers. They both noticed the
considerable size difference in their hands and smiled at their seeming
differences. Exhausted from their intense passion, they slept peacefully
holding each other throughout the night......
"Good morning, sleepyhead." a voice interrupted her thoughts. Veronica
realizing the voice sounded familiar to her thought, "Why, that sounds
like
Paul Stanley. It can't be, that was just a dream. Or was it...."
Veronica turned over to find out for herself and saw Paul lying next to
her
on his side, elbow bent, with his head resting on his hand. She couldn't
believe everything had really happened!
She smiled at Paul and said, "Good morning, Paul." and he lifted her chin
and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'm sorry I was slow responding,
but I
was a little disoriented."
"No problem, sweetie." Paul replied stroking her hair and cheek then kissing
her. "What do you say we go downstairs and eat some breakfast?
I know you
must be famished."
"Okay, Paul. Sounds great. I know I need a healthy breakfast
after last
night." Veronica said teasingly as she rubbed and stroked Paul's chest
and
chest hair. Paul smiled seductively and pulled her to him kissing
her
passionately, his tongue dancing with hers while they moved their hands
up
and down each other's backs. When the kiss broke, Paul moved his
lips to
ear kissing and licking her earlobe and her neck as she closed her eyes
in
delight. When she opened her eyes, however, she noticed the alarm
clock in
Paul's bedroom that read 9 am.
"Holy shit, Paul!" Veronica screamed in a panic.
Paul lifted his head and raised himself off of her with a start, "What's
the
matter?? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"Oh, no Paul. I just realized I have to be at work at 10 am and I'm
gonna
be late if I don't get home to change soon." Veronica said rushing out
of
bed to get ready and tripping on the way out of bed. She would have
fallen
except that Paul, having gotten out of the bed and donned his robe, caught
her.
"Calm down, Veronica." Paul said with a slight chuckle, "You won't be late.
I'll make sure of it. Why don't you come downstairs with me and eat
some
breakfast? I woke up sometime before you and took the liberty of
cooking
for us and keeping the food warm for us. It's all ready. All
we have to do
is go downstairs and eat. I promise, I'll get you home in time to
get ready
and get to work on time."
Veronica looked up at Paul, him still steadying her from her near fall,
and
beamed at him. She knew he was right and trusted he would make sure
she
wouldn't appear late for work. At this moment she allowed Paul to
help her
up and she donned a robe he had gotten out of his closet for her and they
both laughed at how large the robe was on her small form.
"Okay, Paul. You're right. Let's go eat." Paul took Veronica's
hand and
led her downstairs to the kitchen.....
Veronica wiped her lips with her napkin. "I'm stuffed! This
was a great
meal. You make an "A"." Veronica said laughing.
"Why thank you, Ms. Smith. It's all for you, my dear." Paul replied
at
which Veronica responded with a smile and a slight blush not of
embarrassment, but of appreciation of his desire to make her happy.
She
already knew that she liked Paul quite a bit and hoped he felt the same
way,
but would understand if their lovemaking was only a one time affair.
However, she thought from the beginning that he went through way too much
trouble just to meet her if this was only a one time affair. He sought
her
out, not the other way around. However, she decided never to assume
anything and wanted to wait for him to decide where/if their relationship
would progress or if they even had one in the first place.
At this point, Veronica got up from the table and stretched while Paul
cleared the dishes from the table.
"Paul, I'm going upstairs to change into my clothes from last night before
you take me home, okay. I'll make sure not to leave anything behind
so you
won't have to try and get in touch with me to return anything." Veronica
said in order to find out for sure if Paul wanted to pursue something beyond
the previous night's passion with her.
As Veronica turned to walk upstairs to retrieve her things, Paul stood
in
awe at her assertiveness, yet indirect implication questioning the extent
of
their tete a tete. Paul felt a strong connection with Veronica from
the
moment he saw her that extended beyond sex. The more he talked with
her,
the more he wanted to be around her and know her in as many ways as
possible. He realized he needed to convey this to her in as clear
a manner
as possible and as soon as possible. Paul followed her up the stairs and
found her in his bedroom dressed and gathering her purse and keys.
Veronica looked up at him, smiled, and said, "I'm almost ready to leave,
Paul. Just checking to make sure I have everything before we leave."
Paul walked over to her and locked eyes with her, holding both of her hands.
"Veronica, I need to tell you something. I like you very much, in
fact I
think I love you. The more I talk to you, look at you, and know you,
the
more I want to be with you. I want to pursue a relationship with
you, but
only if you want that. It's up to you. I won't pressure you
into anything
and will understand and respect your decision."
Veronica was stupefied by Paul's statement. She wanted him badly
in every
way and loved him, too. She was ecstatic that he returned her feelings
and
wanted to cry in happiness about it. Instead, she squeezed Paul's
hands,
reached up and kissed him softly on the lips. When their kiss ended,
Veronica hugged Paul, rested her hands on his chest, and said, "Paul, I
think I love you, too. Let's see where this relationship goes, love."
Paul beamed at her and said, "All right, doll, let's get you home so you
won't be late for work not that I really want you to go." He stroked
her
cheek and brushed a tendril of hair out of her face. Paul's eyes
lingered
on her face awaiting her response.
"Tell me about it. I'd much rather stay here and play hooky with
you."
Veronica responded with a wink and smile that made Paul's knees grow weak
as
she let her hands slide up and down his chest.
With a sly smile and flirtatious tone in his voice Paul said, "We'll have
plenty of time for that later, though. I'd like to take you out tonight.
Are you free?"
"I sure am and I can't wait." Veronica said.
"Okay, then it's a date. I'll be there 7 pm." Paul replied.
"Sounds great to me." Veronica added.
At this moment, they walked downstairs, slid into the limo, and rode to
Veronica's apartment where Veronica got ready and went to work.....
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