Untitled by Renee

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Untitled by Renee

What follows is a dream a friend of mine had. It's pretty much exactly what she told me up to the break. After that, I take over and make it up as I go along.

Kate and I had gone on a trip to Canada. (Don't ask me why, it was her dream.) We were traveling around in a bus, or something. When we got off the bus, somehow we were in the middle of an X-Files shoot. Like I said, don't ask me why. Anyway, we stood there, stunned when Gillian Anderson walked over and began to tell us we were interrupting the shoot. My jaw hit the ground and my eyes bugged out of my head. Kinda like a frog waiting for a fly.

She was wearing one of her professional suits, a gray, fitted pin stripe. She had on loafers, a pearl necklace and really cool gold earrings.

Kate became our spokesperson because I was rendered incapable of coherent human thought beyond, "Oh my God."

Kate began to apologize profusely for the interruption. "Oh my God, we are so sorry. We didn't mean to interrupt. We are your number one fans." I still stood there, mouth agape, while Kate carried on a conversation with the woman of my dreams. After a moment, David Duchovny walked over and introduced himself. "So, I you are the ones who interrupted our shoot." We carried on another conversation; rather, Kate carried on the conversation.

Somehow, we all went out to dinner together. All I can think of is it was through Kate's magnetic personality. Plus, she is the High Priestess of Pluto. And all fall down and worship at her feet. So we all went to dinner and once again, Kate carried on most of the conversation.

This time, Gillian was wearing really tight jeans, a silk shirt and a cardigan. The strange thing is that her fingernails were bright red. And she wore sandals on her feet.

Then the really good news came out. Gillian's husband was in Guatemala with her daughter. Kate said, "Why is your husband in Guatemala with your child?"

"Getting bananas." came the reply.

Whatever.

I guess I had started to warm up, kind of eat my dinner and speak a little. Kate and I had rented this really cool suite and she suggested that we all go up to the room and have coffee and talk. So we did. Like I said, Kate is the H.P. of Pluto.

We go up to the room talk, blah blah. Kate looks over and says to David, "So I hear you're the most eligible bachelor in two countries."

He looks over and said, "I am."

The next thing we know, Kate and David have disappeared into the bedroom. Due to my wish to keep my sanity, I'll let you guess what happened. Hours later, when Kate came out for some ice, she noticed me and Gillian were gone. She looked at my bedroom door and somehow figured out we were behind it. She walked back to her room and looked at David.

"Does Gillian have any interest in women," she asked.

"Yeah. She had a lover before she got married."

'Oh, that would explain why she and Renee are locked in her room."

David sat there for a minute, then shouted, "Go Renee!"

My reply was nothing but an evil laugh. Kate looked at him and gestured quietly toward the door. They got up and tiptoed through the sitting area and approached the door. They put their ears against it but couldn't hear anything. So they went and grabbed those cheap plastic cups, unwrapped them and put them against the door. They could then hear what was going on in there.

The first thing they heard was a slightly more breathy, "Go Renee." Then there were what Kate calls "interesting noises." For those of you who are guessing, that means moaning and groaning. For some reason unknown to me, Kate then knocks on the door. The only response from me was a snort and the word, "What?" Those of you who know the joke will understand.

Kate and David went back into her room. They, you know, several more times, then fell asleep, and woke up the next day. We're talking many hours later here. David suddenly asked what time it was and said that they were due to film that day. Kate said, "Well, we better go wake them up."

They walked over to the door after dressing and knocked. Once again there came the snort and "What?" Kate stood there going, "Oh my, God. No way. No way! It can't be."

After a moment the door opened and Gillian stood there. She looked utterly exhausted when she said, slowly, "Somebody's gonna have to carry me." They looked past her and saw me sitting on the bed wrapped up in blankets with a big grin on my face. Then, Kate noticed the sheets knotted around the headboard.

After dressing, David and I carried her out to the limo in a fireman's carry. He had her feet and I had her by the...well anyway. We made arrangements to have dinner that night as well.

It was a this point that Kate woke up and I'm considering calling her the High Bitch of Pluto instead. Unless she manages to dream it in black and white.

As soon as Kate and David left the room, I was dumbstruck. I had NO clue what was going to happen next. Gillian looked over at me. "Didn't take her long did it?" she asked.

"No, but that's Kate. She lets no opportunity to get by her." I wasn't looking at her, even though she was sitting on the couch to my right. I stubbornly looked at the door the other two had gone through. I felt movement beside me. She was leaning closer, what in the hell was she gonna do? What was I gonna do?

"So. How long will you take," she whispered in my ear. Her warm breath tickled my ear. The hair on the back of my neck rose in response. My heartbeat accelerated and I grew very warm. She was waiting for a response and I could think of nothing.

"W.. What?" was the only thing I could think of. Yeah, seductive was my middle name.

She leaned forward to gently nibble my earlobe.

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

I froze. I could do nothing, I couldn't even move my head away. All I could do was close my eyes and feel my heart stutter. Her left arm came up and slowly circled my shoulders as she stroked the left side of my face. My whole body shuddered at her touch. Her tongue slowly circled my earlobe, moving down to my neck as I tilted my head to the left. I sighed in pleasure and she chuckled in response.

But still I couldn't move. I have never been even remotely brave in my life and it didn't look like I was going to do it now. I was petrified. Talk about an inferiority complex! She seemed to sense my...well, let's just face it, it was fear. She pulled back slowly. "Do you want me to stop?" she breathed into my ear.

Oh no, I had to say something. "No." I whispered so quietly it was more like a sigh. Did I really say that? Oh my god. So I have some backbone after all. I guess I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass me by, either. I still hadn't looked at her though. I couldn't bring my self to look her in the face. I guess I though if I did, she would realize she was making a terrible mistake and leave.

She said, "Good. Because I don't want to." and she went back to sucking on my neck. Her mouth and tongue were so warm and wet. I started to breath heavier. My whole life before this vanished and my every fiber was focused on this experience.

Her left hand curled in my hair, her right traced my neck. Then lower. Oh wow, she tracing a line straight for my breasts. My breath caught in my throat as she first traced her finger over my nipple then gently cupped my breast in her hand. Her thumb rubbed lightly against my nipple until it rose hard against my sweater. (Yeah, that's right, I wasn't wearing a bra. So what?) She then treated the other one the same way.

She began to move, tilting my head back until she nibbled the front of my throat. Then she slowly swung her right leg over me, until she was straddling me. She hadn't stopped, but continued to suck even harder. Man, was I going to have such the hickey.

My arms came up and circled her waist, my hands slowly caressing her. Suddenly, she stopped and sat up, looking me in the eyes. I couldn't look away. I was caught by the glint I saw in them. I sat there for a minute, and slowly she leaned forward to kiss me.

I thought I would explode when our lips touched. It was shear heaven. I began to suck hungrily at her mouth, pulling her lip through my teeth, sucking on her tongue like it was the greatest delicacy in the world. I was afraid of disappointing her, as I hadn't kissed many people in my life, but some inner instinct seemed to take over and I seemed to know almost exactly what I was doing.

She kissed me back just as fiercely, her hands coming up to frame my face. Her body pressed against mine and I felt her breasts against me. My hands came up and tangled in her hair as I pulled her head back and licked her throat. I nibbled at her neck , causing her to make little moans of pleasure. My hands came up and lifted the sweater from her body. The they moved forward and began to undo the buttons of her blouse. I sat back as I slowly slipped the blouse from her shoulders. I couldn't keep my eyes from roving over every inch of skin that was exposed. I could hardly breath when I saw the black bra encasing her creamy skin.

The blouse fell to the floor by the sweater as my hands swept down from her shoulders to brush lightly across her breasts. This time it was her eyes that closed, her head that tilted back. I brushed the backs of my fingers back over her breasts, my hands slipping around her to undo the clasp. She stopped me. I looked at her questioningly. She kissed my lips one more time and then stood up.

She took my hand then pulled me gently to my feet and towards my bedroom. I followed her eagerly, and closed the door behind us. The only light came from the opened curtains, the moon shining through on us both. She pushed me towards the bed gently and motioned me to sit. After I was seated, she resumed the position we had had in the sitting room. I leaned forward and licked between her breasts and I felt her shudder. Her hands came up around me to clasp the back of my head, holding me to her.

I reached back and undid the clasp of her bra. My hands trembled as I laid them on her shoulders. I looked her in the eye as I slowly slid the straps from her and let the bra fall to the floor. I slowly lowered my gaze to her breasts and I drank in the beauty of her. She put gentle pressure on my head and I leaned forward and kissed the valley between her breasts. I slowly let my mouth nibble it's way around to her nipple and pulled it into my mouth. I was in paradise. I swirled my tongue around it, sucking it and scraping my teeth across it. She gasped and quivered a little.

I moved to the other breast, my hands caressing her bare back. Suddenly she pushed my back slightly and reached for the hem of my sweater. She slowly lifted it over my head. She dropped it as she pushed me down on the bed. She reached down and undid the buttons on my jeans and stood up to remove them. I lifted my hips as she pulled them down. They landed on the chair to the side. She reached out slowly and slid her hand into the waistband of my underwear and pulled them off too.

I sat up and pulled her pants off her, slowly sliding them down her legs. Then her underwear followed. I hand my hands on her hips and I slowly pulled her forward until my lips met her stomach. I traced my tongue around her bellybutton, slowly tracing a little lower with each pass. I gently slipped my tongue into her folds, tasting her. I was surprised at how wet she was. I had never felt someone so hot in my life. I gently moved her legs apart and began to lick her with long smooth strokes. Her hands held my head gently, as if not to break my rhythm.

I looked up for one second and was once again struck by her incredible beauty. In the moonlight she was a goddess. My goddess. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open as she gasped quietly. I was stunned by the thought that she was making those noises because of me. She looked down and saw the look in my eyes. I pressed the side of my face against her flat stomach and felt her hands slowly begin to stroke my hair. I felt wetness and knew that I was crying. There was no explanation for it, but it was happening. I guess I was just so damn happy.

She seemed to know what was going through my mind. She held my head to her until I quieted then lifted my head up. She leaned down and kissed the tears from my face, whispering to me that it was OK, she understood. She felt it too. A shy smile came to my face. She pushed me back on the bed and lay over me. We kissed slowly, our tongues caressing each other. Then the urgency was back and she quickly captured my nipple in her mouth. The suddenness of the move caught me by surprise, and I gasped and clutched the blanket.

She moved lower, pushing my legs apart as she licked between them. I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to the sensations caused by her tongue. She worked me over quite well, bringing me to the edge and over. I moaned and cried out as I shook in the throws of orgasm. She kissed her way back up my body, stopping at each breast. I sucked in great lungfuls of air, not quite able to catch my breath. She waited until I was breathing somewhat normally, then smiled at me when I opened my eyes. I smiled back, then captured her mouth with mine, kissing her like I was afraid she'd leave.

I urged her upward, moving her up until she straddled my head, then I finished what I'd begun earlier. I found her hands with mine and felt her clutch at me. Her fingers tightened each time she convulsed around my tongue. I slowly brought her to the brink of orgasm then pushed her over with several nibbles. She shuddered and gasped for several minutes, while I continued to lick her folds.

Finally she moved back to lay full length on me, her head resting on my shoulder. I held her gently in my arms. We lay there for a while like that, her weight on me was comforting. She turned her head and began to nuzzle my neck. I stroked her hair and down her back. After a while, she rolled over beside me, and I cradled her in my arms, loving every minute of it.

We talked for a while, then made love again. It went that way most of the night. An hour or so after the second time, we heard David yell from the other room, "Go Renee!"

I threw back my head and let out the most evil chuckle I had ever done in my life. Gillian buried her face in my neck and laughed hysterically. After she calmed down, she looked at me and said, "Go Renee," I pushed her back on the bed and began to lick my way down her body. It was a this point I heard some suspicious noises at the door. Then came a knock. I lifted my head from her and-God, help me- I snorted when I said "What?" I heard Kate choke with laughter and the noises at the door went away. I abandoned myself to her body.

Later, during one of our resting periods, we somehow talked about bondage. I don't know who brought it up, but we were talking about being tied to the bed and how neither of us had ever done it. By this time, I was lying next to her with my head on her chest, and the sheets lay rumpled around us. We kinda looked at the sheets, then at each other and she cocked her eyebrow, questioningly.

I thought a minute, then thought, "Why the hell not?" I shrugged and nodded. Then we had to figure out who was going to be tied up. We finally decided to decide it by chance. Rock, Paper, Scissors. I won. I tied her to the bed and began to lick her body all over. The fact that she couldn't touch me drove us both nuts. I covered her mouth with my own and felt her strain against the restraints. I moved lower, teasing her as she pressed her head back into the pillow, pulling at her bonds. When she came, she actually managed to pull so hard, she almost tightened the knot to the point where I couldn't have undone it without scissors.

We lay there for a while after that, talking, and then it was my turn. Basically, since I was more petrified that her, she didn't do anything different from me. But not being able to touch her drove me mad. As soon as I came and she untied me, I ran my hands all over her body.

The night progressed and the sun rose and still we weren't done. We had rested periodically, but no real sleep. I was touching her again, when the knock came again. And once again, I snorted when answering. I heard Kate exclaim behind the door. "No way" was repeated several times and I could her David saying something about a shoot schedule. Gillian replied breathlessly that she'd be out in a few minutes.

I quickly made her come, almost resenting the fact that I to hurry. She tried not to cry out, at least, not too loudly. We kissed for a couple more minutes, just holding each other. Then she slowly began to get dressed, while I sat at the end of the bed wrapped in a blanket. She finished getting dressed and walked over to me. We kissed one last time and I didn't want her to leave, but she had to.

I whispered, "Dinner, tonight?" She smiled and nodded.

"I'll talk it over with David, but if I know him, he'll agree instantly." And she opened the door. She looked at Kate and David standing there and said, "Somebody's gonna have to carry me." David and Kate just looked stunned. They couldn't believe what they'd just heard, or at least Kate couldn't.

I told her to close the door and wait for me to get dressed. So it was her turn to lay on the bed while I got dressed. It didn't take me too long and soon David and I were carrying her down into the limo and Kate and I extracted the promise of dinner that night.

We had dinner that night, and several more. One night in my room Gillian confessed that she was in love with me and her husband knew about it. He had called from Guatemala and she told him. He gave her an ultimatum of him or me. I told her that I couldn't ask her to leave her husband for me.

She looked at me for a minute and said that her choice was easier after that comment. I looked at her in askance.

"If he's going to force me to make a choice, and you're going to let me go to save me the pain... Well, you obviously care more for me than he does." I just stared at her and I realized that she was telling me that she was going to leave her husband for me. ME! I couldn't believe it, my dreams were coming true. She loved me.

~The End~