A New Fantasy

Chapter 3:


"Not possible," twenty-two year old Fiona Peters breathed almost a week later when she went back to the site to put up another one of her David-inspired stories, seeing David's.

She read it and it made her hotter than most of the others she found and at the end she saw her name in his author's note and as she looked to his screen name, she couldn't believe it. It was his character's name and it was then she knew the coincidences were just too much.

"What isn't?" her best friend since first grade and now roommate Tara Eurbe asked.

"Nothing," the petite brunette said quickly as she clicked out of the site. Tara knew about her friend's stories as well as who inspired them, but Fiona didn't want anyone else to know that someone who could be David or just know him could know.

"Anyway, you heard about his show's ten year reunion show coming up, right?" Tara asked.

"You mean the one I got shafted on getting tickets to?" she asked bitterly.

"You're not being shafted anymore," Tara said. "Yours," she added as she handed her a ticket.

"You've got to be kidding me," Fiona said as she took it. "How - ?"

"Radio," the petite, very slender, fair haired brunette answered. "And we're also in the meet and greet," she added. "So after sixteen years you finally get to meet David Greene himself."

Fiona couldn't even form words then. Not now that there was a possibility that David knew. She was paranoid, in disbelief, but still all she could think was how much she still wanted him. After all, she had wanted him since before she knew what to do with him. Since even before she knew what to do with herself.

It had been because of Tara in the first place that she even saw David, having brought a teeny bopper magazine into their first grade class with a pin-up of him in it. And now it was because of her that she would meet him. Assuming she could muster the courage to stand in his presence without fainting.

David's mind was hardly on the reunion show though it was only a week away. By now all he could think of was Fiona and how she saw him. Always so strong, she never called him anything less than gorgeous or some variation thereof, but each time he had to remind himself that she never truly said that it was him. But his initials were at the end of each of her stories.

He couldn't help but find it ironic. So-called normal people found themselves obsessed with celebrities every day and now here he was, a celebrity himself, obsessing over one of those so-called normal people who may in fact be obsessed with him. It made his head hurt to think about, but still he wanted her.

And now he was so close to contacting her. He knew they site could contact her for him, but he had yet to gain the courage. And he knew that even if did there was no way he could think of to prove he was him that she would believe.

The week seemed to fly by for Fiona, but each hour dragged for David. She had finally gained the courage to meet him, but he still couldn't stop thinking about her.

Part of him wanted to get out of the reunion show just because he wasn't in the best of conditions to meet with fans and reminisce with old cast mates. But he knew he owed it to his fans and did what he could to forget for the day, knowing it would be best, even if a little impossible.

'I knew I shouldn't have come here,' David thought at the meet and greet as his hazel blue eyes scanned the large room and crowd. His eyes fell on each petite brunette, wondering if one of them was 'his Fiona' as he had come to think of her.

"Well, are you ready?" Tara asked as her blue eyes found David not far from where she and Fiona were.

"I don't know," she said. "I've liked him for so long. What would I say? And after what I've written about him, how can I even look him in the eyes?"

"He's just a guy, like any other," Tara said. "Just forget that you've liked him since you were seven and get over there," she added with a slight shove in David's direction.

But by then David had moved much closer and Fiona landed in his strong arms.

"Sorry, guess my friend's a little clumsy today," Fiona said quickly as she regained her balance and stood.

Looking her mostly blue clad form over, he said, "I'm glad. It's sure different from most of the reactions I get. Most of the girls seem to be too nervous to talk to me."

Fiona had to laugh slightly at that, knowing if it hadn't been for Tara just then she would have been just like all the others. "I guess I'm not like most girls then," she said as she looked up into hazel blue eyes, almost instantly finding herself mesmerized.

"I'm David," he said as he held out his right hand for her, forgetting for a moment that she would already know that.

"Fiona," she stated as she shook his hand. She couldn't help but look him over slightly in the same moment, his well fitting khakis revealing just enough and his even more well fitting long sleeved shirt seemingly clinging to his pectorals and abs while the sleeves clung to his well muscled arms.

His heart stopped for a moment as he took in the sight of her again along with having heard her say her name. She looked the right age, had each feature she had ever mentioned in her stories, her form fitting blue top easily revealing the outline of her naturally large breasts and flat stomach. And her dark waves of hair did fall to the center of her back and her pale skin did make her brown eyes stand out more. Before he could stop himself, he just short of breathlessly asked, "You wouldn't happen to be a sort of author, would you?"

This time Fiona's heart stopped. She didn't know what to say. With those words she knew that he knew. That his author's note had been for her and that despite the crowd she was about to confess what had been one of her deepest secrets. "I am," she answered truthfully, her shock still getting the better of her.

"I like your work," he admitted, still too shocked himself to stop.

"Uh huh," she said, her shock beginning to melt as she thought of a way to turn it around on him. "And what were you doing in that site?"

David laughed, her plan having worked. "I couldn't sleep. And you?"

"Found it by accident," she answered truthfully through her own embarrassed laugh.

"How about we get out of here?" he asked. He wasn't trying to rush her into giving him his fantasy, he just didn't want to be having this conversation with so many people around. Especially not when there were literally hundreds and he had never seen all but five of them before. The five he had seen being his former cast mates he really had no desire to talk to again side from the one he considered like a brother and saw all the time anyway.

"I'd like that," she said, feeling the same way. "Just let me tell my ride I'm leaving."

"Well, we'd just be going up to my room here," he said, referencing the hotel where the meet and greet was being held.

"Okay," she said. "Then I'll tell Tara and be right back."

As David waited he couldn't believe his luck. That inside of a month he had gone from being simply infatuated with a woman he knew virtually nothing about to being borderline obsessed with her and now being on her way back to him.

"Ready?" she asked when she came back, shaking him from his thoughts.

David nodded and before either of them knew it they were making their way into his room.

Fiona couldn't believe all she was feeling. It was almost like being a virgin again! She was nervous, anxious and for some reason, a little fearful. But not of pain, but that so many others would know what she had worked so hard to hide. But as she now gazed up into her soon-to-be lover's hazel blue eyes, already she was feeling a little calmer.

"I really never saw myself doing this again," he told her. "I swore to myself in the '90's no more fans, but you seem different."

"Well, I'm not a teeny bopper screaming your name or chasing you down the street, so I guess it makes sense," she said.

David nodded slowly and smiled softly as he leaned down to kiss her. It was a soft, slow kiss, just enough to make them both comfortable with each other, wanting to know the other was just as sure before doing anything more.

It was Fiona who began to intensify their kiss, her tongue slipping slowly past his slightly parted lips and perfect teeth before twining with his.

David was a little surprised by this maneuver, but couldn't help but be thankful. While he knew he hadn't been waiting for this nearly as long as she had been, he had been wanting this almost as much. And it was beginning to show as he coiled his strong arms around her and held her close as his tongue had now begun to duel with hers.

She almost couldn't believe it was really happening, but her slim frame was against his now, her arms locked around his lean, muscular body and as she stayed close she could feel his arousal building at her lower abdomen.

It was becoming increasingly more real to her what was happening and she was growing more comfortable with this as the minutes passed, not wanting it to have to end.

David too his lips back for a moment, but only long enough to lower them to her neck, soon feeling Fiona take her arms down and nimble fingers unbuttoning his white shirt as quickly as she could, wanting to feel as much of his fevered, lightly tanned skin against hers as she could.

Once it was opened completely, David shrugged his shirt off and took his lips from her neck to lift hers from her, his hands soon grasping her sides as his lips returned to hers, their tongues twining once again.

But while Fiona really couldn't be enjoying this more, her body was growing more needful for his touch. And in an unknowing display, she lowered her right hand between them to his increasingly more noticeable bulge and grasped his cock gently.

David moaned softly into her mouth as his lower half canted into her fondling. It was another minute before he got her hint and lowered his lips again, his hands following as he soon unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

Fiona kicked them off and unhooked and unzipped his khakis, David soon kicking them off in return.

"Maybe we should head over to the bed," he suggested as the intensity began to overwhelm him slightly.

"Yeah," she breathed, feeling the same.

Almost as soon as they made it to the bed, David said, "Just tell me one thing."

"Anything."

"Are your stories really about me?"

She lowered her voice slightly and ran a hand down a well muscled arm as she looked into his eyes and answered truthfully, "Each and every one that has a six foot tall, short dark haired, hazel blue eyed, early thirty-something man as the male lead."

At that David's lips came down onto hers while his arms coiled tightly around her. He knew then she had just described not only each story of hers that he had read, but each one of hers that was on that site. And there had to be at least ten of them.

Maybe she was obsessed, maybe he was, too, but right now none of that mattered.

He wanted her more now than he could remember having wanted her before and it was obvious despite what she had seen in her mind time and again, the same was true for her with him. With that in mind, he broke their kiss and lowered his lips down to her nearly soaked through mint green panties and lowered them quickly.

Meanwhile, Fiona was getting a few of her senses back and took off her bra as David lowered his boxers and let them fall to the floor beside her panties, her bra soon joining the pile.

But instead of bringing his lips to her heated, wet core, David moved to kiss Fiona once more. In his distraction, she managed to roll them both over and shimmied down his lean, muscular body to his own fevered loins and ran his straining tool through a loose fist.

A soft groan and twist of his hips was her reward and she only smiled as he was quickly growing harder in her grasp.

"Ready for your fantasy?" she asked as she looked up at him.

"What?" he asked a little breathlessly, unable to really utter more.

"You've read my work, we wouldn't be here now unless you'd fantasized about me being in this position at least once."

"I'm definitely ready," he answered, thankful she wasn't disgusted by him having fantasized about her.

Fiona closed her fist around his hot, hard dick and lowered her mouth to his needful sac, her tongue swirling over its every inch, David only groaning more in pleasure. And again as she took his balls past her lips, one at a time, working her tongue over them just as sensuously before suckling at them.

David still couldn't believe all he was feeling. Never had he imagined her being this good or knowing just what he wanted. He was soon discovering her stories about him had only been a preview of what he was in for tonight as he couldn't remember reading about this in any of her stories.

Truthfully for Fiona, she had never imagined herself doing this. Blowjobs were one thing, but she had never done this for anyone else in her real life nor had she ever written about doing this for anyone.

But with her favorite, longest lasting crush wanting this from her, there was little she was willing to turn down an opportunity for. And just knowing it was his impressive cock in her mouth, his hips thrusting towards her, him groaning because of her and wanting her to continue was working wonders on her senses and she was convinced he wouldn't even need to touch her in order for her to come in a matter of minutes.

And no, she wasn't disgusted by him having fantasized about her. To her, it was a huge compliment. Not only because it came from him, but because she loved hearing how hard she made the guys who read her work, how wet she made the women. It was partly why she wrote so many and why she strived to make them so good. Even if she never knew she was as good as several claimed.

Now, Fiona's tongue was working its way over David's solid stalk, licking him over completely before bringing her soft lips over his oozing crown, lapping at his precome eagerly.

When he groaned again and his hips gave another thrust, she opened wide and took his entirety into her soft, wet mouth, her right hand now meeting his tightening sac, her left running over his well defined middle. And though it was a bit of a reach for her, she was also managing to gently tweak his erect right nubbin.

David could only watch as her head began to bob rhythmically up and down on his long, thick cock. Just as he had seen that night, she wasn't pulling away and as the jolts of his searing pleasure returned, he knew there was a chance she never would. He could only hope he would last as he wanted to taste her and feel her in return.

As if hearing that thought, Fiona did pull away, but very slowly as she really didn't want to. "Wouldn't want you to come too soon," she breathed as she shimmied back up to his side, her lips soon meeting his again.

At tasting himself on her whole mouth, he was getting even more turned on, knowing his fantasies were about to come true. And now he only wanted to return the favor. "Now it's your turn to lay back and enjoy," he stated huskily as he moved his frame down to between her parted legs and lightly cream coated thighs.

He couldn't believe she had gotten so aroused from having worked him up, but he was thankful nonetheless. First he let his long, strong and slender hands grasp her hips gently, his long, lean fingers curling around to her smooth buns.

Fiona let out a little moan as his tongue circled her whole cunt. Just as he had watched her, she couldn't help but watch him, unable to believe it was truly him, finally, giving her what she had longed from him for so long.

Next, David licked her moistened folds, stroking them intently, but with care as her hips writhed sensuously beneath him. He was taking his time in his tasting and exploration and couldn't help but smile to himself as much as he could at each moan she made.

So far she was everything he had dreamed. She tasted better than any he'd had before and also seemed to be appreciating it more. But then it occurred to him why. She had been better than the others so naturally his own performance would improve as he wanted to give what he had been given.

Her burning clit was next to feel his incredible tongue. But he was teasing her, making her almost desperate, frantic, as he circled her hard swell time and again. But finally, wonderfully, his tongue gently started stroking her needful bud and a loud moan escaped her throat.

Almost unknowingly, Fiona lowered a slender hand of her own to the back of David's head, her nimble fingers working their way through his short-cropped light brown strands. She wanted to draw him in deeper and he soon knew it.

David lowered his tongue from her throbbing swell and thrust it into her opening as deeply as he could, feeling her muscles tighten and relax again and again, welcoming the minor invasion, but she needed more.

Soon realizing this and knowing his own achingly throbbing sex was now demanding more, he gave a few more strokes of his tongue to her clit before moving back up beside her and kissing her again as he slipped two of his fingers into her and fanned them out stroke her velvety walls.

Fiona's hips raised to meet his hand as he began to thrust his fingers into her while they both fought to keep their impassioned kiss. His thumb was now rubbing against her clit and both of their bodies were growing more demanding. "Now," she breathed as she broke their kiss, still grinding herself into his teasing.

"Yeah?" he asked as he slid his sticky fingers from her clinging depths, hopeful that their wait could end and they could truly feel each other.

"Oh, yeah," she answered, her voice strained slightly with her need as she watched him lick his fingers clean.

With that David smiled again, his hazel blue eyes glittering into her dark orbs as he moved his lower half between her parted thighs and easily slid his glistening shaft into her eager pussy.

Both moaned loudly at the filling and being filled of their bodies meeting. They took a moment to enjoy the sensations before their bodies involuntarily began to move together.

Fiona's body was accepting him and pulling him in deeper as her muscles tightened around him, his cock only throbbing more as he hugely enjoyed being gripped so tightly by her.

While this had been a fantasy of theirs, neither had expected it to ever come true or feel so incredible. Fiona was meeting David at each thrust and David's lips had now descended onto her neck.

Fiona's slender hands were at his sides, clutching him gently as he was filling her senses with what no other had before. He was stroking each of her inner walls and hitting her most pleasurable points with hardly any effort each time he pushed almost all the way into her willing core.

And as for David, his own most pleasurable spots were being hit as she was still managing to grasp him tighter with each stroke.

With each meeting of their hips, they were pushing each other closer to the impending bliss they knew wouldn't be far now.

And as both continued to near, David lowered his lips from her neck to her chest, slipping her straining left nipple passed his soft lips and let his tongue circle it again and again even as their pace increased.

Their senses were more than heightened and were sure to be shattered once their edges emerged.

They were almost there now, David was pushing into his lover harder and faster with each thrust and both were only moaning louder in blissful reply. It was all camouflaging the sounds of their slapping wet flesh.

Wanting to push Fiona even closer as he felt her muscles coiling had David switch sides, now suckling at her right nipple and reaching his right hand down between their almost impossible closely pressed bodies and rub her clit again even as he still thrust into her.

The sensations were too much for Fiona and within seconds her slim body was tensing and she was moaning his name before she nearly screamed it in her rapture just before her body convulsed repeatedly beneath his.

David released his hold on her breast, but kept his concentration at her clit and continued to ride out her orgasm. Only when her tremors had finally faded did he take his hand back and increased their pace again.

It was only a few seconds more before his muscles tensed themselves and he gave a loud shout before his own fiery release produced itself as he shuddered repeatedly above her and his tight balls emptied themselves into her.

As they looked to each other again, there was nothing but complete content reflected in their slightly flushed features. Their pace slowed significantly and they could only kiss again.

A minute passed before their kiss ended and only then did David move off of his lover and seemingly collapse beside her. Though their sated smiles had yet to completely fade.

Once David had gotten enough of his breath back, he could only ask, "Do you think you could answer something for me?"

"Sure," she answered, her own breath yet to completely return.

"What made me so special?"

"What do you mean?"

"All those stories, your fantasies, why me?"

"I was always the most attracted to you. I wanted you before I knew what to do with you and it's never really gone away."

"You really liked me best?"

"Still do," she answered with a smile.

He laughed slightly and kissed her again, a long and tender kiss neither wanted to have to break as he threaded his strong arms around her and held her close to him. Fiona returned the embrace as best she could by putting her left arm over him and moving as close to him as she could.

Both knew this wasn't the end, thought they couldn't quite be sure what it was the beginning of.

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A/N: Apologies for this taking so long to update, I just wasn't sure anyone was interested. Yes, there will be a Chapter 4, I've just yet to finish writing it. And feel free to let me know what you thought of this.