Name: Jaime
Co-Star: Taylor
Rating: NC-17
Age: 15
Hanson: Famous
Plot: Taylor Hanson
is my boyfriend. He takes me with him on some performances, I get to ride
in limos.....he's just a little rough sometimes, but only when he's mad.....and
when things don't go his way.
Additional Characters: Isaac,
Zac, Ashley Greyson, Walker Hanson
Location: Various
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one isn't in the same format
as the other stories for the simple fact that I felt I needed to write
more of a story to let you all know that there will be plots to these stories
despite their rating. In my opinion, the difference between a triple X
rating and an NC17 rating is the plot. I refuse to write a story about
any member of Hanson hoping in bed in one scene after the other, or a sexual
situation one after the other. No only is that tasteless, but it gets old
after awhile. So anyway, this is just an excerpt to give you an example
of what type of story an NC17 rating would apply to. Again, this is not
a complete story. This also may seem extreme to you. I just wanted to show
you that what ever you want me to write, I'll write.
Jaime stood in the middle of
her hotel room, beaming at Taylor. She couldn't believe it.
"Oh my God." she was speechless.
"How did you know?"
"I saw you looking at it when
we went shopping." Taylor held out a light blue formal gown. "Besides,
if you're going to be my date for the Grammy's, you'll need something to
wear."
"Oh my God." Jaime repeated.
She'd dreamed of going to the Grammy's but she didn't dare ask. She knew
Hanson management (and parents) didn't really want the guys to bring girls
to public events. How Taylor had persuaded them to let him bring her was
beyond her, she was just excited to be going.
"Try it on." Taylor instructed
her.
"Okay." Jaime excitedly grabbed
the dress and started to go into the bathroom.
"Where are you going? Try
it on here." Taylor said.
"Ah ah ah." Jaime shook her
finger at him. "You don't get to see until Grammy night."
"Oh God." Taylor rolled his
eyes, but he didn't disagree.
Jaime locked the bathroom
door behind her and slipped out of her jeans and T-shirt. She pulled the
dress on. It fit beautifully.
"Wow." she said to herself.
"Taylor, thank you so much!"
"It fits?" Taylor asked through
the door.
"Yep. I love it!" Jaime gushed.
Reluctantly, she shed the dress and put her street clothes back on. She
walked out of the bathroom and over to the closet where she hung up the
dress.
"So, do I get a kiss or ......anything?"
Taylor smirked and raised one eyebrow.
Jaime walked over to him and
wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Passionate kisses were
exchanged between the two until Taylor broke away and led her over to the
bed. He sat down and pulled her down next to him. He began to kiss her.
His kisses trailed to her neck. Slowly, Taylor raised his hand to unbutton
Jaime's shirt. He carressed her breast on the outside of her bra. When
Jaime failed to do so, Taylor unbuckled his belt and unzipped and unsnapped
his pants. His hands went to Jaime's shoulders where he began to guide
her downwards.
"Taylor." Jaime removed his
hands from her shoulders."Don't."
"What do you mean don't? I'm
just kissing you." Taylor objected.
"You're pulling me. You know
what you're doing." Jaime said.
"Why can't you just do it?"
Taylor was becoming exasperated.
"Because I don't want to."
Jaime said matter-of-factly. That was as good a reason as any in her opinion.
"Why is it such a big deal
Jaime?" Taylor's voice was no longer soothing and calm.
"It's not a big deal. I just
don't want to."
"Thanks a lot."
"Taylor." Jaime noticed that
he was getting irritated."I didn't mean it like that. I mean I wouldn't
do it with anyone else either."
"Well I should hope not."
Taylor said sarcastically. "Let's say that I refused to kiss you. Would
it make you feel any less loved if I told you that I wouldn't kiss anyone
else either?"
"That's different."
"No it isn't."
"How can you say that?"
"Because it's the same thing.
Couples all over the world kiss don't they? Don't they?"
"There are couples all over
the world that swing too, but I'm not doing that."
"You're just unappreciative."
"I am not!"
"Don't yell at me." Taylor's
tone was warning.
Jaime lowered her voice. "I'm not yelling at
you.....I'm not unappreciative. I appreciate everything you do for me."
"Yeah but when I ask you to
do one thing...one thing, Jaime, you won't do it." Taylor held up one finger
to emphasize the number.
Jaime remained quiet. All she could keep saying
was that she didn't want to do it. Taylor had a point, he didn't ask for
much, but still. He was asking her to do something that she did not want
to do.
"Jaime?" Taylor was making
it known that the conversation was not over.
"What?" she avoided eye contact.
"You want me to get someone
else to do it?" Taylor's voice was low and reassuring.
"What?" Jaime looked up at
him quickly. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, is that what you want?"
"No."
"Then do it."
Jaime looked down at Taylor's crotch and then
back up at him. He saw her weakening. As if a lion on the prowl, he went
in for the kill. "Come on, babe." he pulled her in close and began to kiss
her. Taking her hand, he rested it upon his penis and coaxed her to massage
him. Again he put his hands upon her shoulders, instructing her to go lower.
Slowly Jaime began to descend down to Taylor's waist, then between his
legs. He could feel her hot breath over him as he was about to slip into
her mouth..........
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!!
"Tay! Dad wants you!" Zac's
voice came through the door.
"Shit." Taylor mumbled as
he scrambled to tuck himself into his boxers. He resituated himself and
headed out the door. Jaime laid back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling.
"Thank you." she mouthed.
Jaime was so excited as she
sat opposite Taylor in the limousine on the way to the Grammy's. She looked
him over. She'd wanted him to wear a black jacket and slacks but he'd refused.
Instead he wore a burgundy leather jacket and matching pants. He said the
outfit was "more memorable". Oh well. It was his night. It was Hanson's
night. Jaime said a million prayers that they'd win. She was afraid of
what would happen if they didn't.
"Do you guys have an acceptance
speech all ready to go?" Ashley Greyson asked the guys.
"Don't jinx us, Ash." Zac
spoke quickly.
"Yeah, don't do that." Isaac
chimed in. "I'm already nervous enough."
"You guys are gonna do great."
Jaime said. She was sure of it.
"I don't even care if we win
or lose. I'm still shocked that we're nominated." Taylor said.
"Three times!" Zac reminded
his brother.
"Totally." Taylor nodded his
head in amazement.
It was a dream come true for
Jaime to walk down that red carpet....even if she did do it after all the
brouhaha was over. Hanson, their father, and their management had gone
through all the fan fare. Ashley and Jaime strolled in after all the photographers
had decided no one important was left outside. Jaime went in and took her
seat on the other side of Walker, next to Ashley. Taylor sat on the other
side of his father with Zac next to him and Isaac on Zac's left.
Finally, after two and a half
hours, it was time for Hanson to perform. Jaime held her breath all the
way through, she was so nervous. She thought she was going to die when
Zac dropped his drumstick, but the boys made it through unscathed. The
place erupted into thunderous applause. Jaime felt she clapped louder than
any of them. She was so proud of the boys.
Best New Artist...........
Jaime cast her eyes downward,
into her lap. The boys had not won one single Grammy. She looked over at
them quickly. They were happily cheering for Paula Cole, who had beat them
out. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all........
"Getting there was the victory."
Walker said to the boys when they were in the limo.
"Oh, totally." Isaac agreed.
"We know." Zac said.
Taylor remained silent. His father looked at
him.
"Tay?" he asked. "What's the
matter?"
"Nothing. I'm just really
tired." Taylor said.
"You guys did an excellent
job." His father saw past his words.
Taylor once again said nothing.
Jaime turned and looked out
the window. Taylor always took things the hardest. He was such a perfectionist.
He often forgot that it wasn't a prefect world he lived in.
Back at the hotel, Jaime sat
in the limo while the guys got out. She sat back as the limo circled the
block and then pulled up again in front of the hotel. The fans didn't look
twice at her, but then again, that was the plan.
Jaime took the elevator up
to the twenty-third floor, to her room. She decided to give Taylor some
time to himself so she undressed, took a shower and put on a nightshirt.
She crawled into bed and settled back with her book to read. Just when
she was getting to the good part, the phone rang.
"Thanks a lot." Taylor's voice
came through loud and clear.
"Huh? For what?" Jaime was
confused.
"Zac told me what you said."
"What? What'd I say?"
"You said that you knew we
weren't gonna win. What kind of bullshit is that?"
"I didn't say it like that,
Tay. I said that you guys shouldn't feel bad if you didn't win because
the committe takes into account your age. If they feel that you're going
to have another opportunity at a Grammy, they'll give it to someone who
may not be around. Face it Tay, it's not like you were nominated for one
Grammy. You were nominated for three. It's obvious that they recognized
your talent. Now, there is way more competition for female singers.
Just think, a year and a half ago nobody even knew who Paula Cole was.
In a year and a half from now no one will remember her. You guys have more
potential staying power."
Taylor was silent for a moment
as he listened to Jaime's words. Jaime thought she'd gotten through to
him. She started to relax.
"That's bullshit." Taylor
said.
No such luck.
"No it isn't, Taylor. It's
the way--"
"Whatever. Are you coming
over here or are you just gonna go to bed?"
"Well I was gonna go to bed.
You'd said that you were tired and--"
"Fine."
Taylor hung up the phone. Jaime knew she had
no choice. She threw the covers back and stepped out of bed. Slipping on
a pair of sandals and a robe, she left her room and crossed the hall to
Taylor's.
Quietly she knocked on the
door. She saw the light disappear from the peephole. Taylor was at the
door, yet he left her standing there for a few moments before he opened
the door. Jaime sighed. She didnt' bother knocking again. She knew he'd
seen her. He opened the door and blocked her from entering.
"I thought you were going
to bed." he said.
"If you would have let me
finish what I was saying before you hung up on me, I was going to tell
you that I would come hang out with you if you were going to stay up."
To this Taylor said nothing. He merely stepped
aside and let Jaime enter his room.
Jaime tried with all of her
strength to keep the conversation off the topic of the Grammy's, but Taylor
wanted to talk about it.
"I can't believe we lost to
Paula Cole." Taylor said.
"Why not? She's pretty good.
You should be glad you didn't lose to someone like the Hackberry Ramblers."
Jaime tried to make light of the conversation.
"So you think Paula Cole is
better than us?" Taylor's question was accusing.
This hadn't been what Jaime meant at all. She
could tell where this conversation was going. She felt her body tense.
"No, that 's not what I'm
saying."
"Well that's what is sounded
like to me."
"No, Taylor. I do not think
that Paula Cole is better than you."
"But you think she's good."
"Taylor, just drop it, okay?
You are obviously not in the mood to discuss this rationally--"
"Oh so now I'm irrational?"
"No, okay forget it. Just
drop it."
"No, I want to talk about
this. I want to know what you really think."
"I think that I need to go
to bed."
Jaime got up but Taylor grabbed her arm and pulled
her back down.
"Ow, Taylor! That hurt!" Jaime
protested.
"We're not done. We're having
a discussion." Taylor said. "A rational discussion."
"Taylor, I just want to go
to bed, okay?"
"Not until you admit to me
that you think Paula Cole is better than Hanson. Go on. Say it."
"I do not think she's better
than Hanson."
"You're lying. You already
said that you did."
"I did not. I said she was
good and that you shouldn't feel insulted to lose to her, but I didn't
say she was better."
"Wait until Isaac and Zac
find out what you really think." Taylor ignored Jaime's last comment.
"Whatever, Taylor." Jaime
got up to leave.
"Don't fucken 'whatever' me!"
Taylor grabbed Jaime and yanked her back over to him, causing her to stub
her toe on the bed frame. Jaime doubled over in pain, grabbing at her foot.
After a moment of silence, a sob escaped from her. Taylor stood over her,
still slightly irritated but also concerned. He tried to pull her off the
floor but she pulled away from her.
"Let me see." he insisted.
Reluctanly Jaime resituated herself and sat on
the bed.
"I think it's broken." she
said.
"Can you wiggle your toes?"
Jaime tried wiggling her toes.
"Yeah." she sniffed.
"Then it's not broken."
Taylor sat down next to Jaime.
She refused to look over at him. Instead she nursed her sore toe and bruised
ego. Taylor placed his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.
"Why do you always have to
piss me off, huh?" He asked lightly as he kissed the top of her head.
Jaime bit her lip to keep
from saying something sarcasitc or mean. She knew this was Taylor's attempt
at an apology, but still....this was not her fault and she wasn't going
to let him act like it was. Instead she kept quiet. She wiggled out of
his grasp and reached down to inspect her toe. Wiggle or no wiggle, it
hurt like hell.
Taylor got up and left the
room. If it weren't for the fact that it was his room, Jaime would have
sworn that he wasn't coming back But he did return, with ice in hand.
"Here." he said, although
he made no indication that he expected Jaime to take the ice from him.
Instead he bent down and placed the ice on her toe himself. She winced
at his touch. He noticed and lightened the pressure. Jaime wiped the stray
tears that had drizzled down her face. Taylor looked up at her as she did
so. Again she made no eye contact.
Taylor didn't say anything.
Instead he kissed her on her shin.....then on her knee......then on her
thigh. The higher on her leg he got, the more lingering his kisses were.
Jaime kept telling herself
that she was going to make him stop....she was going to push him away.
When he untied the belt of her bathrobe, she silently vowed that she wouldn't
let him take it off of her. When he slipped the robe off of her shoulders,
she silently vowed that she would go no further. But still she sat there.
Taylor had resumed kissing her on her thigh. Higher and higher his lips
went. He inched her night shirt up to reveal her underwear. He spread her
legs, making room for his kisses.
Jaime gasped in pleasure and
pain as Taylor pulled her underwear to the side and began to devour her.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hear that this is about as far
as I'll be able to go without Geocities yanking the page down. So hopefully
you guys get the point. Any questions? Email me: [email protected]
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