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She relaxed back into her chair, as the waiter quietly entered the room to fill their wine glasses with the rich, dark Merlot. He departed just as quietly, after informing them that dinner would be arriving shortly. They sipped their wine, and drank in the sight of each other. He appeared to shake his head slightly, and said, "So tell me, love, how did you fancy your first experience with the paparazzi. You do know that tomorrow you will likely be reading all about yourself on some fancy rag that isnt worth wiping your ass with, dont you? Well, that is other folks'll be reading it. I know you said you dont care much for gossip and that stuff, you know, but I want to know how you feel about being the target of the gossip."

He was deadly serious, and she sensed this was some sort of test, a mind game perhaps - although that would be a bit strong of a term. It was his way of seeing what she was made of.

She looked down into her wine cup, swirling the delicious Merlot around for a second or two before answering. "Well, to tell you the truth, I dont think it has had time to sink into me just yet. But I'm sure it will. My mom is one of those ladies that seems to love to read those magazines. She loves the Enquirer and all of those rags. I'm sure when, or if, she sees her daughters face on one of them she will be calling me up pretty quickly, with a million questions that I'm not inclined to answer. I'm a little disconcerted, I guess I didnt realize you were that...well....sought after. I'd never even heard your name until the other night at the bar, to tell you the truth!"

He laughed, and she nodded absently. "It's true! I was so busy last year, I didnt have time to breathe, let alone take in a flick. But, seriously, it never fails to amaze me how people think they have a right to know everything about your life, including whomever you might be dating. I dont know why they feel the need to splatter it all over the pages of a magazine on a shelf somewhere in bumfuck Iowa where everyone that reads it just blindly believes it. And then the folks who sell the stories to them....Russ, I just want you to know that whatever happens between you and I stays right here. Only you and I will ever know what really happened, and I'd just assume to keep it that way, you know? I'm sure you feel the same way." He nodded in total agreement. With her next words, he suddenly found the table very interesting, because he began to stare at it.

"How does your family handle it?" She asked and then sighed, answering her question herself. "I guess the simple answer would be 'you just do'. You do what you have to do. That's the price of the job, right. To be honest with you, I secretly dreaded the big record deal Josh's band had in the works, because I knew it would take him away from me. Selfish, I know. But I learned how to live with things like that. If I can handle this past year, I can handle anything anyone throws at me. There were so many times when I felt like my emptiness was a mountain, and I was standing at the bottom of it thinking I would never make it to the top. That I would never be happy again, or feel anything for another man. If nothing else happens between us, I will thank you always for giving me back my hope and giving me a break in the clouds that have surrounded me for over a year now."

She finished quietly, surprised that her answer had been so long and comprehensive, since she wasnt the kind of person to talk excessively. She wondered what he was thinking. His brows were furrowed togather, and he was looking at that table so intently that if he'd had laser vision it would have been a charred piles of ashes on the floor. She was afraid she had been too honest, had given him more than he could handle.

But it had needed to be said, for she would be eternally grateful to him for restoring her faith in love. That had really been what was at stake: the hope and dream that she would be able to move on with her life, for so many times she had been afraid she would grieve for the rest of her life and never let herself love again.

She broke the silence that had descended upon them by saying lightly, "Pretty heavy dinner conversation, darling. Perhaps I should have just said that you have this one hair on top of your head that's been sticking straight up all evening long, and I havent had the heart to tell you until now." He jerked his head up at her with something unreadable in his eyes. They were a soft, misty green, and dazzling to behold.

Every aspect of his stance was accentuated, and he leaned toward her and said softly, "I'm glad I was here to help, even if that wasnt what I had in mind originally. I cant help but wonder if you'll still feel this way when I'm on the other side of the world, love. It's best we face that straight away. I wont be here much. It would be hard for you to handle it. I know it would." She smiled wanly at him. "Well, I'll just have to wait and see, wont I? I understand how busy you are. I'm sure you have a lot of different things going on all the time. How were able to steal a weekend away?"

He grinned at her. "Well, I called the guys to let them know I had a date Friday night. If they need to get me they know where they can find me." He tapped his cell phone. "I have voice mail on this baby, so they can just leave a fucking message."

They laughed togather. The dark mood that had been hounding them both all evening long seemed to ease, and she raised her hand, wiggling her index finger at him to get him to lean toward her. She grinned as his face moved close hers, then sensuously moved her lips toward his ear, murmuring "I just thought I would let you know, I'm not wearing any panties tonight."

She giggled softly as she heard him gasp. Then he laughed and said, "Now how am I suppose to sit through dinner when all I want to do is jerk those pants of yours off, and put my face into that lovely pussy of yours?" She giggled, whispering that he would just have to wait for any of it. In response, one hand went around her neck pulling her into a passionate kiss, and before she knew it his other hand was inside her pants, rubbing over her moist mound of silky hair.

She moaned into his mouth as he rubbed his thick hands into her. After a moment, he pulled his hand out of her pants, leaving her disappointed. He laughed as he licked his fingers free of her juice, and murmured into her ear, "You'll have to wait, too, love." She giggled breathlessly, and bit his earlobe, eliciting a small yelp from him, and a giggle. She completely adored the sound of his laughter, so carefree and full. Suddenly she knew her life would never be the same, no matter what happened with him. She pulled his mouth to hers again, taking his bottom lip in hers and sucking gently on it.

He gasped, but she wasnt done yet. She moved her hand down to his crotch and found his cock rock hard and as she slid her hand down his pants, he grabbed for her hand. She paid him no mind, however, and smiled at him as she slid under the table. His eyes widened in shock, and then he had no more time for conscious thought, as she unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock, and taking it in her hot mouth. She slid her tongue along his shaft, ending the lick at the head and she raised her head so he could see a thin stream of liquid trailing from her tongue.

She was smiling with this intense look in her eyes, and he almost came right then and there, but she wasnt finished by any means. She waited a moment until she felt him relax a little, then she took the head of his gorgeous cock into her mouth, taking all of him into her mouth. She took his ball in her hands, and slid up and down his shaft, each time taking all of him. Every time she would feel him contract as though he would cum, she stopped, pressing her hands to the bottom of his shaft. He was gasping her name, begging her to let him cum, and his hips were jerking. She would let him relax, and then she would begin again.

She knew when she did let him cum, it would be earth shattering, so she prepared herself to receive a huge load of his seed. Taking her tongue, she again swiped him from balls to tip, and began to suck hard on his throbbing cock. Her entire head bobbed up and down as she drained him dry. His orgasm was almost violent, it was so hard. She took a full load of cum into her mouth, swallowing it down greedily, and licking it all off of him. He nearly collapsed, but she put her hand on his chest, holding him up as best as she could. She giggled to herself as she thought of what their waiter would say were he to pop into the room at this moment.

Still giggling, she carefully placed his drained member back into his jeans, and gently zipped him up. He roused himself, and satisfied that he could hold himself upright now, she climbed back up to her seat. He was looking at her with wonder and awe, and he leaned forward, putting his arms around her waist, and drawing her close to him, and he murmured, "That as to be the best blowjob I've ever had. When we get back to your place, you are going to get one just as good." He promised. She laughed softly, and said "I will hold you to that promise too, baby!"