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Great Expectations

by Trynia Merin

Disclaimer: KISS, Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons are real persons, and this story is not meant to harm or demean them in any manner. It is a work of fiction. Trynia Merin and other characters are property of the author. Rated R for sexual content and language, so no readers under 18 please. Image from maxxyoungblood's site, and from the last KISS.

"Terrific! What do I do now?" Trynia despaired. It was just before the concert at Montage Music Mountain in Scranton, Pa, and already she was late. Stuck in the side of the road by her car, she pushed up the hood, and was assaulted with a wave of steam in the face. Brushing hair out of her made up face, she trudged back to speak to the parking attendant directing traffic up the crest of the sizable hill.

"Maybe you can get a ride with another KISS fan..." she suggested.

"But my car..."

"Leave it here... I won't tell..."

"Thanks," Trynia nodded, brushing stray strands of hair out her face. To occupy herself in the car she had painted on Star-child makeup, while stuck in the long line wending its way onto the ski resort concert stage. It was out in the middle of the woods, and Trynia already had rushed out of her graduate school seminar to make it there nice and early. Unfortunately, time and her 8-year-old used car both were conspiring against her.

Standing by the side of the road, she shouldered her bag, securing her cigarettes, cassettes, and wallet inside the zipper. She stashed a plaid shirt in the back, clipping her long brown hair into an up do to keep it from plastering to her fresh makeup. Again, she had forgotten to set it with baby powder. Finally a large boat of a car stopped, three guys staring out at her as she said, "Could you give me a ride?"

"I dunno," the one, Chuck said to the other, named Rick. In the back the third, Mike leaned over the seat and whispered something.

"C'mon in..." he offered, opening the door on his side. She climbed in, trying hard not to cry, but feeling her hopes rise.

"Don't cry, sweetheart! You don't wanna mess up your makeup for Paul," he said.

"I feel like the girl in Detroit rocky city," Trynia moaned, dabbing the tear carefully away.

"Want a beer?" Chuck asked.

"Do you have any smokes?" Mike asked, noticing her still lit cigarette. Trynia held up her pack of Marlboros, glad she had something to barter with. it seemed like Cigarettes were as good as money for some things. They each took one, which she lit with her Star-child lighter. She offered Chuck her dubbed Psycho Circus album, which he popped in gratefully.

"It's such a pain in the butt... I was supposed to come with a friend, but they backed out... and my car overheated... and I'm missing the show..."

"You can say ass," Chuck laughed. "It's okay."

Trynia began to relax, as Mike handed her a beer. "You don't have an extra ticket, do you?" he asked.

"Well... yes... I do..." Trynia said.

"We love you! Wanna sell it?" he asked.

"Okay..." Trynia nodded, and Mike thumbed through his wallet, extracting forty dollars. She noticed the wad of cash, and asked, "Don't they take credit cards?"

"Nope..." Mike said. "Not at this place in the middle of BFE!"

"BFE?" Trynia laughed.

"Bumble fucking nowhere," Chuck added.

"Listen to that! Ace is god!" Rick sighed, cranking up Within. Past them drove a van, opening its door as someone leaned out.

"Want to upgrade?" he asked.

"No way, we got our tickets," Mike called out, waving the one he had just bought from Trynia. The four fans grinned, and Trynia felt that at last her day was turning out okay.

"After all, we're only missing Skid Row," Chuck laughed.

At the concert, the guys had tickets up front, but promised to meet her after the concert to give her a ride back. She only had a festival seating, so she crammed in the lawn area with close to ten thousand KISS fans. Already it was halfway through Ted Nugent's set, and Trynia decided to check out refreshments, and her chances of getting a T-shirt. She slipped into line, taking the forty dollars from her ticket to see what she could buy. Already the lines were long, Rhinestone baby doll shirts and Legends never die shirts moving like hot cakes.

"Hey, I remember you!" someone said.

"Wait," she gasped, recognizing a familiar face from the last KISS concert she'd been at. Of all the places to meet up with him, here?

Dave smiled, straightening the lapels of his bluejean jacket. "How are you doing? Enjoying the show?"

"you here with your buds?" she asked, remembering the other three who had accompanied him when last they met.

"Yes, they have seats, but I only did this last minute. I was there in East Rutherford, and realized KISS was in Scranton... and I couldn't sleep. So I got a ticket last minute..."

"So did I... but my friend couldn't make it..." she said. "I love that jacket with the rhinestones!"

Turning around he flashed the Rock and Roll over patch sewn to the back, rhinestones spelling out KISS in triple wide lines. "Made it myself! So do you know what you want?"

"Just a t shirt.. but I also want some refreshments... and they don't take credit cards..."

"I'll help you out..." he offered. When they reached the front of the line, she selected a lightening Farewell shirt, grateful to Dave for his help.

"Anything for another KISS fan," he smiled. Together they wended their way back to enjoy the concert. Suddenly the day was much more improved, and she enjoyed the show. Until Dave had to leave early during 2000 man to meet his friends. Sadly she watched him leave, realizing that her car awaited her after a wearying walk over gravel.

"Of all the times to wear platforms," she muttered. When Beth ended, she moved quickly to escape the long lines that would burst out of the outdoor stadium after Rock and Roll All Night. She had seen the concert before, and figured it wouldn't hurt to miss it just this once.

Already the confetti flew by the time she worked her way past the back of the stage with its canopy looming ghostly overhead. Gravel crunched under her aching feet, shoed in platform sandals. She worked her way up a long flight of wooden steps to the parking lot up the hill.

To her horror, she suddenly realized she had forgotten where Chuck had parked. Every car looked the same in the tree-ringed area, poorly lit. Thirty minutes of frantic searching made her even more disoriented. There were 15000 people at Montage, and how the hell was she going to find the guys in this?

Forty-five minutes passed, and she was no closer to finding help. Already the line of cars had formed, working its way out of the crowded lot. She moved up to one SUV, red in color with three guys in it, young college students.

"Do you know where security is?" she asked them.

"Hey, can you give us a smoke, honey?" one asked from the passenger side. "You can sit in here and at least get out of the cold..."

Desperate to get out of the chilly night, she moved over, and entered the warm SUV. She sat next to a nice looking gentleman, dressed in a polo shirt and jeans. Leaning over the seat, she noticed a cooler, and a sleeping fourth guy curled up, snoring.

"Who's he?"

"This is his car... he passed out," the guy next to her explained. She passed cigarettes to all three, and leaned back as she was offered a beer.

"Glad you have smokes, babe," the guy behind the wheel in the red sweatshirt said, taking a puff as she lit his cigarette. "We've been going through them like shit through a goose..."

"Oh boy," she sighed. "I lost my ride..."

"That son of a bitch just left you?" he asked. They soon started to talk about school, asking her many questions. With each passing moment the driver became more agitated, his voice rising.

"So Gene, how'd you like the concert?" he asked.

"I'm made up like Paul..." she started.

Leaning over the seat the guy next to her shook the guy in back, saying, "Hey, Kurt! It's Gene Simmons! Wake up!!"

Inwardly Trynia groaned, realizing these four had no clue who was who in KISS. Any idiot could tell Star-child from Demon! A sinking feeling came over her suddenly, shivering her spine.

"Wake him up dammit!" the driver shouted.

"Man I'm sick of this shit, I'm fucking bored!" the guy in the right passenger's side muttered.

"I have to piss!"

"Where's the piss jug?" the driver asked. "Man, wake up Kurt! Kick him the fuck out!"

"He's passed out!" the guy next to Trynia shouted. He reached into the cooler, dipping out ice and dumping it on the sleeping guy's head. He muttered and stirred, not moving. Trynia froze, wondering where this was leading.

"How about a smooch, Gene?" the guy in the driver's seat asked. He was somewhat attractive, Trynia inwardly thought. Without thinking, she leaned forward and gave him a quick peck.

"So, you wanna show us your horns to pass the time?" he laughed.

Shock flooded Trynia, and she suddenly felt trapped. What was she doing here with these four strangers, a half mile away from her car? What could she do to escape?

"Get Kurt up!" the guy in the passenger's side shouted. He opened the door, and moved out. Trynia grabbed her purse, and unlocked the door quickly. Tripping she almost stumbled out of the SUV while the first fumbled with the latch on the back of the vehicle.

"Where are you going?" the driver asked.

"I'm not that sort of girl!" she shouted.

"Aren't you gonna flash your tits?" he asked.

"No!" she shouted back, stumbling over gravel as she rushed away. Her ankle nearly turned as she stumbled away.

"Bitch!" he shouted.

"I'd rather be a bitch then a dead woman!" she shouted back. Through the lines of cars, she stumbled, sobbing her eyes out. What was she doing?

Slowly she made her way down the hillside, trying hard not to trip. Finally she pulled off her sandals and carried them in one hand, her large purse slung across her shoulder. Soon she reached the mouth of the lot, rushing to the traffic directors.

"I almost got jumped," she cried. "Three guys..."

"Hang on... hold on..." the cop said. "Are you ok?"

"I... my car's stuck a quarter mile down... and I lost my ride... can you give me one?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't leave. But if you walk by the side of the road I'm sure you'll be okay... to get back..."

"But..." she stammered, her hopes dashed again. Did nobody care?

"I'm sorry. Don't worry. Everyone's so busy trying to get out of here they won't blink twice...."

"Whatever," she sobbed, crossing the street and walking along the lonely stretch of road. Anger and sadness competed for her attention. How could she be so stupid? Every unspoken rule about safety she had broken, for what? With disgust, she threw her platform sandals to the side, because it was such a pain carrying them. A stupid KISS concert? A long line of cars crawled by, each playing a different radio station. Actually, she managed to stay ahead of one, who would move a few lengths ahead, only to fall behind as the traffic started and stopped.

"You'll be a hard luck woman..." Peter Criss' voice rasped over the acoustic sound. Slowly she sang along, her voice growing in strength.

"You'll be a hard luck woman, baby till you find your man," she joined in. She was glad she was in makeup, because if anyone saw her real face she would feel even more stupid for her actions. Under her tired feet the blacktop bit, not so bad, but slightly uncomfortable. As a child, she had walked many a place barefoot, so she could take it. Even so, it had been years since she had walked so far on asphalt, her tired legs feeling like they wanted to buckle, her throat parched.

Finally, the car managed to outpace her and drive on ahead. Deprived of her soundtrack, she struggled to think of another KISS song she could sing. She started by humming the guitar line first.

"I feel uptight on Saturday Night.... It's nine o'clock and the radio's the only light..." she sang, trying to remember the lyrics to Detroit Rock city. "I hear my song and it pulls me through... comes on strong and tells me what I gotta do..."

"You gotta loose your mind in Detroit rock city..." she continued to sing. "It's ten o'clock and I gotta hit the road... First I drink, then I smoke..."

How odd this song should prove so appropriate, she reflected inwardly. Past he the line of cars moved faster now, joined by a huge tractor-trailer which diesled past her now. It must be one of the trucks of equipment from the stage. Whether it was Skid row or Ted Nugent she couldn't tell. A limo trundled by, and she remembered a joke Mike had told her. About what separated a limo rider from a normal person.

"What?" she'd asked.

"About seventy bucks," he'd answered with a laugh. She reached in her bag for a cigarette, only to discover it was gone. It was then she realized she must have given her last smokes to the guys back in the SUV. Again she felt tears coming to her eyes, and she sang even louder.

"It's so sad, living at home... far from the city... and midnight world..." she began another song, trying to lift her sagging spirits. Her feet ached something terrible, and her calves were tight, ankles throbbing with red pain. Just how much further was it she could not remember.

"I'm the king of the midnight world... and you're my headline queen," she continued. Strangely, the limo had not stopped, and she wondered who the hell it was.

"It's so sad, you're not content, far from the music and the neon glow... aren't you glad we had the time..." she said, before the window rolled down, and the limo coasted to match her walking pace.

"Hey, you okay?" a voice asked.

"Uh... Yes... I mean no..." she stammered, flustered when she realized they had heard her singing.

"What's wrong?" another voice asked, deep and sexy. "Why are you walking out here all alone? And where the hell are your shoes?"

"My car overheated, and it's down the way, and I got a ride... but I lost my ride... and... and... oh shit.." she babbled, before she felt the swoon of hot anger building in her throat again, choking off the rest of her words.

"You lost your ride?" someone else asked, a voice that seemed damned familiar. Out of the side a cloud of hair appeared, with a silhouetted face in dim light.

"Yes... I feel so stupid!"

"Wanna ride, baby?" the deep voice asked.

"I'm not sure..."

"What do you mean you're not sure? And you still haven't told me where your shoes are... and why you're walking barefoot in the dark," he asked, and she realized he was wearing shades over his eyes. A look of concern came over the shadowed face as he leaned out to get a better look at her.

"What's wrong man?" came the other voice. "Is the girl okay?"

"I dunno... she seems spooked..."

"Does she want a ride?"

"You wanna ride? It's not a problem..."

"Well it's just that these four guys offered me a ride... and they almost... almost..."

"Almost what?" he asked, and then lifted his sunglasses. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"They tried to... and I tripped over my goddamned shoes... I never should have worn platforms... I just threw them away because they were a pain to carry..."

"C'mon in sweetheart. We won't bite..." he said, opening the door. She gasped when a strong hand reached out to her, and she saw the silhouette of another slender figure leaning out in the dim interior lights behind the first.

"It's okay..."

"But I don't want to be a pain..."

"You won't be. Jesus, where the hell are your shoes..." the first scolded, and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the limo. She nearly fainted as she recognized his face. He towered nearly six foot four to her five foot five, in bare feet.

"Oh my god," she gasped, eyes traveling up the long legs sheathed in tight leather pants and boots.

"Hey, easy," he said, steadying her against himself. "Why don't you just climb in here with us and we'll be happy to give you a ride..."

"I don't want you to think I'm some damned groupie..."

"Well you are, but does it look like we mind? Hey, get in here you," came a laugh, as the other leaned forwards.

She let Gene bustle her into the limo, where she sat tentatively down, almost bumping her head as she leaned to get in.

"Watch that first step doll, it's a lulu," Gene laughed, pulling the door shut and scooting over next to her.

"Hi there Paul," Paul Stanley smiled, and she realized he was sitting opposite, his long hair falling over his shoulders. The angular face shone softly in the dim lights of the limo, absent of its makeup. He lifted his sunglasses and took a better look at her.

"So tell us again what the hell a pretty gal like you was doing all by herself on the side of the road?" Gene scolded, taking her hand and putting it on his thigh as he stroked it. She realized she was trembling with fear and anticipation, clutching her purse close to herself.

"Easy now, you're okay," Paul soothed, leaning forward to pat her knee reassuringly. Moving across he sat on her other side, his thigh brushing against her. Gene moved on her other side, draping an arm around her shaking shoulders.

"What did those guys do?" Gene demanded, a low growl present in his concerned voice. Her own voice shaking she told them both her whole mishaps.

"don't you know that you shouldn't take rides from strangers?" Paul scolded her. "Jeez, you could have been hurt or worse..."

"I know I feel so stupid!" she cried, pulling off her glasses as she tried not to smudge the makeup. "I'm not so dumb usually... but tonight I really wanted to see your concert, and everything went wrong... and... and... now my car is somewhere by the side of the road... and it overheated... and I'm late..."

"Hey... easy..." Gene said, stroking her back.

"It's okay... we're here now," Paul continued, slipping his own arm around her. For a while they let her cry, hot tears dripping down her painted cheeks. Gene pushed a tissue into her fingers, while Paul took her purse and set it carefully on the seat to one side.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Gene asked.

"Trynia..." she stammered, glancing up at them both with tear filled dark eyes. Paul gave her a small smile which made her melt inside, and Gene and he felt so warm on either side of her shivering body.

"Where's your car?" Paul asked her.

"Up the road..."

"You say it overheated?" Gene asked again.

"Yes... and I don't even know if it will start.. and my parents and my roommates are gonna be worried sick..."

Paul glanced at Gene, who raised his eyebrows. After a moment's silence, Paul asked, "Where do you live, Trynia?"

"Villanova, that's near Philly," she said, dabbing away another tear.

"That's over four hours from here..." Gene muttered.

"I don't want to be trouble..."

"Hey, you're not," Paul interrupted her, stroking her back. "Look, would you like us to take you back there?"

"Yes... if it wouldn't be a problem..."

"No way," Gene smiled, with a small wink. "Want something to drink, Trynia?"

"If you have diet coke..." she sighed.

"Sure..." Paul said, and leaned over to pull a cold can, wet with condensation out of the small bar. Gene grabbed a plastic cup and jerked the soda out of Paul's hand before he could pass it to Trynia. Cracking it open, he poured it for her and handed it to her.

"There you go, doll," he said.

"Thanks..." she sighed, taking a big sip with relief. Gene fished out a Fresca for himself, while Paul took another Diet Coke. For a few minutes they both watched her gulping down half the glass in silence, eyes shut with sheer bliss.

"Jeez you think you'd never tasted it before," Paul teased.

"Beer is the worst thing to drink during a concert," she said, wiping the back of her mouth with her hand, and noticing the red lipstick. Chuckling, Paul handed her a napkin.

"Nice makeup, by the way," Paul smiled. She shivered with delight.

"Well I put it on in the car when I was stuck in traffic..."

"Not bad for putting it on yourself, sweetheart," Paul smiled, stroking her hand. She groaned as she shifted, wincing in pain with her aching feet.

"My feet are killing me," she moaned. "That's the last time I wear platforms..."

"Hell, we wear them all the time, I'm touched," Gene laughed. Before she could think, he swung her legs onto his lap, grabbing her feet.

"What are you..."

"Relax," Paul smiled, stroking her shoulder, shifting her so her back was against his chest. Gene moved back, slowly wiping off her feet with a towel from the bar, and some ice water. She gasped at the feel of cold water on her throbbing feet. Slowly he began to rub his fingers over them in kneading strokes.

"Can't let such a devoted fan get away with not being able to walk tomorrow, can we, Paul?" Gene asked.

"What do you do, Trynia?"

"I'm a student... a graduate student in chemistry.... ohhh my god..." she began, before Gene applied pressure to a spot right on the ball of her foot.

"Chemistry, huh?" Paul asked, with a smile. "A scientist huh? You must be pretty smart then..."

"Not the way I was acting tonight..." she groaned, loving what Gene was doing now, rubbing the back of each toe between his finger and thumb.

"We've had fans do stupider shit for us," Gene shrugged, continuing his foot massage. Pushing up the legs of her jeans, he worked his fingers up the back tendon of her calf, and she shrieked. Her foot almost kicked Gene in the face as it jerked out of his hand.

"Yikes... sorry... I'm just a little sensitive there..." she apologized.

"Oh, she's ticklish..." Paul gave a wicked grin to Gene. He steadied Trynia against himself, laying her head and shoulders on his lap.

"What are you..." she gasped.

"Relax... it sounds like you've had a rough day..."

"But you were the ones who sweated and gave one hell of a show..." she protested as Paul pulled her down to pillow her head on his chest while Gene kept her legs and feet in his lap. She felt her hair against his sleeveless vest, linen and soft.

"You have really soft hair," he smiled down at her, pulling out the clip and letting it fall over his chest. His fingers passed through it gently, kneading her scalp.

"Thank you... so do you..." Trynia whispered, fingering the curls that fell over her face and tickled her nose.

"You were singing Detroit Rock city," Gene said. "Interesting choice..."

"It's my favorite album," she explained.

"So you're a chemist huh?" Paul asked. "How did a scientist get to be a KISS fan?"

"I only recently got into you guys..." she admitted, glad that the makeup concealed her blush. "My best friend's fault... but don't take it that I don't like it.. I love you guys..."

"So, any favorites?" Gene asked, stopping what he was doing.

"Actually, you two," she laughed, feeling like a silly schoolgirl. "Strangely enough..."

"Strangely enough?" Paul lifted a dark eyebrow.

"Look out Paul, another one," Gene laughed.

"Oh god I must sound like the biggest idiot..." she groaned, straightening up off Paul's chest.

"Hey, easy now," Paul smiled. "It's okay... and I gotta admit, I'm flattered you chose to be a Star child tonight. So relax..."

"Destroyer's your favorite album," Gene repeated. "Any reason why?"

"I don't know... maybe it's the costumes and the song Great Expectations. I know it sounds cheesy, but every time I hear it I wish I could get to know you guys a little better..."

"Well, we do like our fans to know us, don't we Gene?" Paul grinned, winking at Gene.

"Any other songs you love from little ol us?" Gene asked her, voice low and rumblingly seductive.

"Flaming Youth," she said automatically. "Because it speaks of the importance of being an individual... in a world that seeks to misunderstand us... and somehow that really hits home with me, because I struggle every day to be who I am in that Chemistry lab, and not have to apologize for who I am to anyone... because I'm a scientist who happens to love rock and roll, and writing."

"That's interesting," Gene nodded. "We've got ourselves a philosopher here, Paul..."

"What do you write?" Paul asked her.

"Fanfiction... stories... they often get published on the internet on my webpage...oh god... that feels good..."

At that moment Gene began to rub her feet again, his fingers working their magic on her tired muscles while Paul massaged her scalp. He leaned her up out of her seat, and started to work on her shoulders.

"Hey I should be rubbing your back!" she protested.

"Me first," Gene said, putting her feet back down as he turned with his back to her.

"Hey, no fair!" Paul laughed, tossing a piece of ice at Gene.

"Well wait your turn," Trynia told him. "First come first serve..."

"My kind of woman," Gene laughed as she reached up under that mass of curly soft hair and began to knead his shoulders through the fabric. Paul continued to rub her back, sitting with her butt pressed against his bent leg as his other was resting over the seat.

"So what sort of stories?" Paul asked. "Science fiction?"

"Yes... with a touch of romance... but my latest site is a place for other KISS fans to post their fantasies and dreams... oh god I sound cheesy..."

"We'll let you know if it's getting too cheesy," Paul laughed, thumping her on the shoulder.

"Hey, you're dammed good," Gene moaned with delight at the feel of her small hands on his tired muscles.

"What about me?" Paul pretended to whine, and tugged her backward to look at him. Those lips puckered in that blasted pout that made her shiver with delight.

"Sorry..." she apologized.

"Don't be..." Paul said. "And stop apologizing okay!"

"I'm so... I mean okay," she nodded.

"Good girl," Paul smiled, and before she knew what happened, he leaned over and pressed a gentle peck to her lips.

"Oh god..." she gasped, her heart skipping beats. She felt backwards into Paul's arms, and Gene sat up with a grin on his face.

"Don't make her pass out so soon Paul! Give me a chance too!" Gene teased. "After all, we want her awake to enjoy herself..."

"Enjoy myself?' she panted, as Paul cradled her head on his chest, fingers working into her dark hair.

"That's the idea," Paul answered with a warm laugh. "After all, it's not many fans that put up with the crap you have today... this is our chance to thank you for your devotion..."

"Even if it was pretty damned stupid to get into a car with four guys you don't know..." Gene scolded her. "You could have been hurt or worse..."

Hot tears formed in her eyes as she forced them shut in embarrassment. "Hey, don't do a guilt trip okay?" Paul shushed her. "You're safe here with us..."

"For now," Gene grinned, licking his lips. Gene's dark eyes fixed into hers, and she felt a hot flash work up from her nether regions to the outer edges of her body. It was true what they said about these two, for the briefest touch or look was staggering.

Slowly Gene took her hand and raised it to his lips. He pressed a light kiss to the back. She took his hand, and kissed it in return, slipping his little finger into her mouth and running her tongue along it. A low rumbling moan sounded in his throat at her hot breath on his fingers.

"Damn, she's a pro," Gene grinned, winking at Paul. Lightly he ran his thumb over her lips, still red with lipstick from her makeup. Paul traced the line of her star with his own finger, down the bridge of her nose. White makeup came off in his hands.

"Forget something when you put the makeup on, sweetheart?" he laughed.

"Baby powder," Gene grinned. "It helps to set the makeup..."

"I keep forgetting..." she groaned. Again, Gene pulled her legs onto his lap, sitting up again as Paul cradled her over his arms, head and shoulders in his lap. Strong fingers worked up her calves, pushing up her jeans as Gene kneaded her tired tight muscles.

"Oh god... that feels so good," she moaned, feeling herself tense up.

"Relax," Gene said. "You're not helping yourself..."

"I'm ticklish there!!!" she suppressed a gasp when his hands traveled further up her legs to the backs of her knees.

"Interesting," Gene gave a wicked grin. "We gotta do something about that, don't' we, Paul?"

"Uh oh," she gasped, in shallow breaths.

"Relax," Paul breathed hot into her face, leaning over her. His lips were inches from her, his dark fuzzy ringlets falling around her face like a black curtain. He lay a hand under her chin, tipping it up. Was he really going to kiss her again, she hoped. Sure enough, she felt soft lips brushing lightly against hers. Not to be outdone she returned the kiss, running her finger along his cheek with a light soft feather touch. A moist tongue worked its way over her lips, and she suddenly thrust her own tongue into his mouth. Grabbing the back of his neck, she moved her lips over his gently yet firmly.

Her sob of delight was echoed with a low moan from Paul's throat. Their kiss did not break as it deepened into something more, as Gene's hands worked up and down her tight legs, loosening every knot. Finally, they parted for breath, Trynia panting up into Paul's face.

"Nice," he smiled, stroking her lips lightly with his finger. "That was sweet..."

"Not half as much as you..." she panted, groaning at how silly this sounded. Just then, the limousine halted.

"My car..." she gasped, getting up out of Paul's lap and trying to pull her feet free from Gene.

"Hey, where are you going?" Paul asked.

"Not so fast..." Gene grabbed her and sat her down. "You're not driving home this late at night alone. What will your parents think?"

"But..."

"Call them and tell them you're staying with friends," said Gene, handing her his cell phone.

"Where are we?"

"The hotel," Paul explained. "What kind of guys would we be if we let you get into more trouble..."

"Depends on what you mean by trouble," Trynia laughed nervously.

"Good one, doll," Gene grinned.

"We'll send someone for your car tonight. What does it look like..." Paul asked. "Just hand us the keys and we'll have it driven here... for you to take home tomorrow... "

"When you're rested," Gene added. He pulled her hand, opening the door.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to hit the sack..." Paul yawned.

"Oh boy," she breathed, as Paul bustled her out before him into the night air. It was chilly, and the two KISS t-shirts she wore were not enough to keep her warm. Paul slipped off the jacket he wore and draped it over her shoulders.

Before a large lobby they had stopped, and Paul rested an arm on her shoulder as he guided her beside him, Gene taking her purse in his hand as he slipped an arm around her waist. Into a pool of light, they bracketed her while they escorted her into the rich luxurious hotel lobby. Bare feet closed on carpet, soft under her tired feet.

"Don't be nervous..." Paul whispered. "It's not far now..."

"Oh I can't believe this is happening..." she gasped.

"Don't faint on us now, doll," Gene laughed.

She laughed at Paul latest dirty joke when they unlocked the door to the suite, and invited her in. She gasped at the size of the sitting area, furnished with rich country taste and a very large television. A fireplace graced another wall, marble inlaid with gilt and a huge mirror hanging overhead. Gene closed the door behind them and locked it with both latch and chain.

"Are you worried about thieves?" she asked.

"Not so much someone getting in as someone getting out," he teased.

"You think I want to run away now?" Trynia smiled up at them both.

"Well, you almost did kick me in the face," Gene teased.

"That was an accident!" she hit him on the arm.

"How about a drink?" Paul asked, leading her over to the sofa and pulling out a bottle from a silver bucket. He fished for glasses, and fiddled with the cork. With a resounding pop that made Trynia jump it shot right into the far room. Gene shoved a glass under the cascade quickly, getting two glasses worth before the foam subsided. Paul took one, and handed the other to Trynia.

"Sit down... take the load off," he laughed, sitting down and patting the sofa next to him.

"To tell you the truth I'm exhausted..." she sighed, leaning against him. Gene settled down on her other side, arm over her other shoulder. For a few minutes, she sipped the champagne, letting the burn sooth down her tired hot throat. She leaned her head on Gene's shoulder, and his arm slipped around her. Paul slipped his hand around hers, lightly massaging her fingers. She felt a shiver of excitement when he lifted her hand to his lips and deposited soft feather kisses down its back to her arm.

"Want to slip into something more comfortable?" Gene asked.

"I don't have anything.."

"You don't need to wear anything..." Gene laughed, tugging playfully at her shirt. She drew in her breath sharply.

"It's okay... if you don't want to do anything, we'll understand," Paul assured her.

"Just tell us and we'll split," Gene nodded.

"Thank you," she said, leaning over to press a kiss to Paul's cheek. Having done so she leaned over and reached to kiss Gene's cheek, but slipped. He caught her, and she trapped his lips in a deep kiss that astounded him. Her own tongue parted his lips, working its way into his mouth where his own tongue wrapped around hers.

"Oh yeah," he laughed, when she pulled away for a breath. Turning to Paul, she pressed another kiss to his lips, relishing the soft sweetness of his lip touch in contrast to Gene's heady and invigorating kiss.

"Thank you so much for rescuing me..." she said to them both, taking their hands in hers. Gently she pressed a soft kiss to the backs of both men's hands, her breath hot and moist against their skin.

"Our pleasure," Gene smiled, stroking his hand up her thigh lightly. If it had been anyone else she would have shivered in fear, but she knew that these two would not hurt her.

"Anything for a fan. Say, why don't' you let us help you take that makeup off. I wanna see what you really look like..." Paul offered.

A number of cotton balls and squirts of Oil of Olay later, they both ran fingers over her smooth cheeks and dark eyebrows. Her skin was dark olive, a shade between Paul and Gene's, and they both leaned on either side of the chair in the bedroom.

"Nice," Gene grinned, rubbing her shoulders while Paul pulled her to her feet. His hands worked down the KISS logo to gently trace hands around and cup hands under her breasts. Leaning forwards, she wrapped her arms around Paul, drawing him close in a hug as Gene pressed against her from behind. She felt something grow firm against the middle of her back, sandwiched between the two. Again she reached up on tiptoes to kiss Paul, only to find Gene reaching under and lifting her bodily to reach level with Paul's lips. He held her from behind, as Paul pressed a warm kiss to her, working down her neck. Reaching around, Gene set her down, and rubbed his hands over her chest, massaging and kneading her though the fabric of her Farewell tour shirt. Slowly she began to unbutton Paul's shirt, working down to his waist of his jeans. Her hands shook as she turned to Gene, tugging lightly at his clothes.

"Relax," Paul breathed into her ear. "If you want us to stop..."

"I don't know... I mean both of you at once... it's just so much..."

"Hey, it's cool," Gene said, turning her to face him. "You don't have to be with both of us... even if you are an attractive sexy woman... with a great chest.. and a cute ass..."

"A fat ass," she corrected him.

"No worse then mine," Gene laughed, shaking his booty at her. She laughed, tension leaving her throat.

Lightly Paul kissed her ear, and she leaned against him. "So, what would you like to do?"

"Good question. Actually I'd love to kiss both of you again..."

"Good choice," Gene grinned

Her hands traced up and down Paul's shirt, fingering the soft hair abundant on his firm chest. Turning for a moment, she leaned up to kiss Gene, who lifted her in his arms. They shared another deep kiss, tongues dancing in their merged mouths, her thigh working up the outer edge of his hip before breaking away and turning to Paul again. Paul pulled off his shirt and tossed it down. Gene shed his own shirt and tossed it aside. They helped her out of hers, lightly running a finger along the edge of her bra. Together they lifted her, carrying her to the bed between them and gently setting her down on it. Lying on either side of her, they leaned over, pressing kiss up her belly to just below her bra. Gene's fingers danced up the fabric of her thigh, stopping teasingly at the waistband of her pants. She gasped and tensed up.

"What's wrong baby?" Gene asked, seeing the fear and tension in her eyes.

"I'm no model or bombshell..." she groaned, feeling her face flush with embarrassment. "And..."

"Oh knock it off, sweetheart. It's okay, " Gene whispered, nuzzling her ear. "Jumping to conclusions

before we get a chance to discover what you look like for yourselves..."

"But I always assumed you preferred the beautiful women..." she got out, her face flushing again with awkwardness.

"All women are beautiful in their own way," Gene said to her.

"Stop putting yourself down," Paul urged, stroking her cheek gently. "Jeez, give yourself a break okay? I think you're very attractive..."

"I'm hardly thin," she said, fingering the gentle curves of fat on her less them firm stomach. "And you're gorgeous..."

"Sweet of you to say so," Paul kissed her lightly on the lips. "But so what?"

"Hell, I'm no fucking skeleton," Gene laughed, leaning over to brush his tongue along her lips teasingly. Goose pimples rose on her flesh as he reached down to slowly undo the top button of her jeans. Slowly he tugged the zipper down, and peeled them off her with soft tugging motions. He fingered the soft downy hair on her upper legs, and traced his tongue down her cleanly shaven knees and calves. Leaning her head back, she relaxed into the delicious sensations whispering over her bared skin.

Meanwhile, Paul began to nuzzle her belly with his hair. She laughed, drawing him into her arms and hugging him close.

"Maybe you should fly solo on this one, Gene," Paul whispered.

"Please don't go..." she begged, holding him down.

"I don't wanna cramp your style man," Paul winked.

"You wouldn't mind would you..." she said. "Two guys and a girl... would it be too much?"

"I don't mind if you don't mind, right Paul?" Gene grinned.

"Oh my, you mean you actually would..." she stammered out.

"Well, since you asked nicely," Paul whispered, hot breath wafting over her chest. He lay a trail of kisses up to her braline, laying his head on her shivering breasts to press his ear to listen to her pounding heart.

"I love both of you guys... and I do have to get back home tomorrow..."

"A woman of taste," Paul smiled, kissing her lightly on the forehead as he moved up to rest his weight on her deliciously. "Hey, it's cool... believe me..."

"We do have all night," Gene smiled, as he placed her hands on his belt. Her hands shook as she felt his hands close over them.

"Try me first," Paul whispered, turning her over to face him. She placed shaking fingers on his chest as he stroked her hand up and down his marvelous firm abdomen, to just above his own belt. Together they unfastened the confining articles of clothing. Leaning up he stripped his off with a teasing shake of his hips.

"I didn't mean to seem like a chicken," she said, looking up at Gene who leaned over her, tracing a finger over her breasts to tease her to a firmness of her own.

"You aren't," he grinned. "Asking us both to stay, that's pretty interesting..."

Taking in a deep breath, she helped him unfasten his jeans as well, and shimmy out of the tight denim, which soon joined Paul's, and hers on the thick plush carpet. Her soft body molded first to Gene's, realizing that he was no better or worse then she in the figure department, her hands stroking down his chest over his own belly. Those marvelous legs of his pinned her down as he shifted his weight on her and she lifted her lips to his for another kiss. Fingers traced through her hair, their tongues caressing each other. Paul's fingers worked their magic down her back along her spine with kneading strokes. Gasping for breath Gene parted from her and lay on his side. He began to kiss his way down her outer thigh teasingly. Paul slipped a muscled arm under her neck, kissing a path to her breast, breath hot against it.

"Not a problem," Paul smiled. They soon peeled back the covers on the bed, cuddling under it together. Trynia suddenly yawned.

"Sor..." she apologized before he cut her off with a soft gentle kiss. Cuddling her close, he rested her head on his chest. "I'm just so wiped... I don't know if I'd be able to..."

"Hmm, we'd better work fast then," Gene grinned wickedly. His teeth pulled lightly at the elastic of her underwear, tugging it down.

"Omigod," she got out, her breath shallow.

"Relax," Paul whispered. "Just do what comes naturally. It's okay... really... just let us know if you want us to stop..."

"You mean that?"

"Hey, I wouldn't have said it if I didn't,' Paul smiled.

Gene glanced up at her, waiting as he poised himself near her aching need. Soft fingers explored the soft patch of hair, which was unknown territory to be charted. Instantly her whole body stiffened in response.

"Don't tense up, just relax and go with it..." Paul urged her, kissing her cheek. "Unless you want us to stop..."

"Please don't now!" she groaned. Trynia seized his face, rubbing her thumbs along his cheekbones as she pulled him towards her for another soft gentle kiss. His breath merged with hers in a sweet sea of sensation. From below, she felt something warm and soft sponge its way up her inner thigh as strong hands parted her legs. She thrust her hips up automatically, groaning behind Paul's kiss. Moving one hand down she felt the curliness of Gene's mass of hair move between her shaking thighs, and she cupped her hand around the back of his neck, tugging him closer.

"Oh yeah, that sounds like a definitive yes to me!" Gene grinned. He turned back to what he was doing, and her muffled shriek sounded in Paul's throat. That first shuddering hill of the roller coaster was reached as Gene's attribute did its effective warm-up. Gene moved up when he had finished, as Paul cradled her shaking body in his arms. She reached up a hand to Gene's cheek, caressing it as her lips parted. Her other hand stroked along his own increasing desire. A low growl escaped his throat when he felt her fingers invading his own need.

She rubbed her hip against Paul invitingly, and he moaned as he moved closer to her. Trynia turned to him again, hugging him close as she pressed every inch of her skin that she could to his. Just to have this chance was all she dared hope.

"Umm, that's delicious," he purred.

"Remember she said she liked great expectations," Gene laughed, turning Trynia to face him. With a smug smile she reached down and started to stroke her hands along his stiffness that was prodding her hip urgently.

"And what exactly to you propose to do about that, Mr. Simmons?" she asked, with a wink and a lift of those dark eyebrows.

"Plunge in, feet first," he grinned.

"With a raincoat I would hope," she said, pushing him away for a moment.

"Of course..." he nodded.

"Nothing but..." Paul added. She slipped the barrier over his waiting need, as he bracketed her hips with his marvelous thighs. Head resting on the pillow she rose her hips to meet him, tensing in anticipation. Paul cradled her head on his chest, making her comfortable as he continued to cuddle her close. Lightly she nosed her tongue down his ear.

"Stay with me baby," Gene laughed, turning her head to face him. Eyes darkened with desire, and she wrapped her legs around his hips as he teased and prodded her. At the first thrust, home she gasped, gripping Paul's hand tightly.

"Whoa," she gasped, stifling a cry. For a moment Gene stopped, waiting to see what she would do next. He pulled out teasingly, only to have her legs tighten around his waist and attempt to guide him back within her warm depths.

A grin spread over Gene's face when their eyes locked, and he began to thrust. Her tense inside bore witness to the fact that this wasn't a woman who acquiesced to such company very often. Slowly he pulled out, wiping the tears from her cheeks she struggled to hide. Hands flailed, one reaching for Paul and brushing anxiously against his tense aroused body. The feel of her fingers against him made him groan softly.

"Maybe I should take it from here?" Paul suggested.

"What have I done wrong?" she asked, looking up at Gene.

"I don't wanna hurt you, sweetheart. I kinda like it rough, and you seem the sort of gal who needs it slow at gentle at first....." Gene said slowly, stroking her cheek. "It's been a long time for you, hasn't it?"

Confusion clouded her dark eyes, but Paul kissed it away, moving up between her legs as he rested them on his hips. Already he had prepared himself as he traced his own waiting firmness down the inside of her soft thigh. Her hands closed around him, stroking deliciously. Gene pulled her hands away, moving up behind her head to hold her wrists captive.

"Uh uh, time to let the star child work his magic," Gene said slowly, whispering into her ear.

"I don't want to disappoint..."

"Don't even go there. Not when I'm about to take you there....." Paul smiled, slowly easing his way inside. She drew in another long gasp, realizing the size of his desire.

"You don't hear me complaining, do you?" Gene grinned, tracing her lips with his tongue. She tasted her own sweetness on it, shaking as his hands unfastened her bra, and pillowed her shoulders on his knees. Still he held her hands captive in his own while Paul thrust fully inside her hot slick interior.

"I'm okay..." she gritted, breathing deeply. "No... better then okay... in fact... that feels wonderful..."

Those muscled hips tensed as he began to thrust with a slow gentle rocking. His hands played with her breasts, then kneaded down her sides to lift her legs. She wrapped them tightly around his waist, feet hugging his firm butt that moved with expert ease. He worked her into a slow steady climax that unfolded as gently and gloriously as a flower opening to the rays of the sun. Further and further, it spread to every inch of her shuddering body. Paul's sweat dripped over her own glistening form, her cries mingling with his. Tense muscles caressed down his pistoning form, driving him wild. After what seemed a long sweet ride, his back arched like a bow, his last shot shoving deepest within.

Together they shuddered as his face tensed in sweet pain. His passion exploded long after hers had peaked, her cries equaling his. For a time, he rested his weight on her sturdy body, as Gene gently rubbed her shoulders. Under her neck she felt Gene's own desire mounting.

"Oh yes, baby, I'm far from disappointed..." Paul whispered, leaning over to kiss her quivering body. Still her hips were aching for more, dark eyes glancing up questioningly at Gene.

"How do you feel?" Paul asked, pushing dark hair from her sweating forehead.

"Wonderful..." she sighed.

"Ready for the encore?" Gene asked her, fingers running along her lips and teeth.

"Oh yeah..." she laughed deeply, and he smiled. Paul rested, taking Gene's place while Gene again

positioned himself over her. She guided him down, and rose to meet him anxiously. Still her body tingled with the delights that Paul had bestowed on her, but her hips were ravenous for more.

"I guess he does have a body built for sin and an appetite for passion," she joked, glancing up at Paul.

"Uh huh, little girl, and I'm saving the best for last," Gene answered.

"That's a corny line if I ever heard one!" she stammered out with a nervous laugh. Paul joined in, cradling her head on his lap.

"Just for that, I'm going to have to keep you up a little longer then," Gene grinned wickedly. He circled her periphery teasingly, waiting to see what she would say.

A slow smile crept over her mouth, and she bit her tongue with the mounting desire. Her laugh she stifled in her throat, but her expression made Paul burst into laughter again.

"What?" Gene asked.

"Nothing man, you just look so silly there that minute!" Paul grinned. "This gal has taste, for certain..."

"Are you gonna let him get away with a crack like that?" Gene asked Trynia, putting on his best-wounded dog look.

"No way," Trynia laughed, and pulled away from Paul, twining her arms around Gene. Their bodies came together as if a trap had sprung, and the force of it rolled her over on top of him.

"Mm hmm, this lady wants to sit in my drivers seat... this looks promising," Gene laughed.

"Gimme a break!" she groaned. "Another cheesy line like that..."

"And you'll do what?" Gene asked, thrusting upward. Her gasp stopped the rejoinder in her throat.

"Go baby driver!" Paul laughed at her.

Deliciously she bucked her hips, rocking as Gene's upward motion slammed home. Her wetness slid over him effortlessly, her gasps of pleasure music to his ears. Grasping her face, he guided her eyes to stare into his. She climbed hard and fast in a shower of sparks, that exploded one after the other. Tension melted away into a burn that seized her and wouldn't let go. When he had reached his own zenith, he stabbed his last deep, tensing under her. Lifting her legs, she felt his stiff erection deep within, relishing its feel. Her eyes shut for a moment, feeling the surge stemmed only by the thin barrier between them. In her chest her heart pounded a million miles an hour when she felt her own body reach peak intensity. From the base of her spine the hot flash shot through her like wildfire, sending shivers all over her tensed back and body. In minutes, every nerve ending erupted.

"Definitely worth the wait, wasn't it?" Gene glanced up at her sweat-drenched body with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Definitely," she smiled, leaning down to kiss him soundly. "But you Paul... I thank you so much as well..."

"My pleasure," he smiled. "C'mere you..." Gene disengaged from her tenderly, lifting her off as Paul took her in his arms. He cuddled and caressed her close to his firm chest, sweat mingling with hers. Her hot kiss burned through him like fire, evoking a delicious rumbling moan. In his muscled arms, she shivered, and he kissed her goospimpled breasts lightly.

"Feel better now?" Gene asked, stroking her back down towards her butt with light touches.

"Do you even need to ask," she sighed deeply, stretching luxuriously in Paul's embrace. Her stifled yawn made them both yawn in turn, and her laughter shook through both of them.

"Sleep well baby," Gene smiled, kissing her forehead as he got up and gathered his clothes.

"Where are you going?' she moaned, lifting a hand to his.

"Well, you did say you were tired," Gene smiled to her, kissing her hand. "And I'd be an awfully bad boy to keep you awake all night long..."

"See you in your dreams then," she murmured to him when he pulled back the covers, and helped Paul to shift her under them.

"And we'll see you in ours," Paul answered, cuddling up to her under the sheets. He smiled to himself, liking the feel of her skin against his. Making himself comfortable Paul lay close to her, cradling her in his arms.

"Have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Gene laughed as he finished dressing. He kissed Trynia on the lips before he left.

"Get outta here Gene!" Paul laughed. Then he looked down at Trynia, who could hardly keep awake another minute.

"Sleep well, baby," Paul whispered to her, hugging her tightly.

"Paul... I wanted to thank you so much for helping me back there..."

"If I were Gene I'd say you just did. But since I'm not, I'll just say that I can't let one of my fans down. Especially after what she went through to see us today... You were something else all right..."

"I was?" she asked.

"Hope your great expectations were fulfilled," Paul asked.

"Indeed... and more..." she sighed, snuggling into his arms. He kissed her forehead lightly before dropping to sleep.... It was more then enough for him too. And he liked it this way for a change.