A friend of mine invited me to a theater party. It sounded good. Big house. BIG house. Some girl who wants to impress all her theater buddies is throwing it. No parents in town. A band is going to set up in the backyard. Food, drinks, anybody who’s anybody. So, yeah, I’m going. I don’t know just a whole lot of people here. I’m still sort of an import in town. So, people are always glad to meet someone a little new, exotic.

I drove myself, so I could leave when it started to suck. I really wasn’t sure I’d be any fun anyway. My mind is a torrid swirl of Apolo, Jimmy Fangs, and bloody boyfriend. Can I really focus on being enthused about other people right now? I’m in such a state.

It was around 9:30 p.m. when I showed. They weren’t fucking kidding. It was a huge house. A mansion really. Very nice neighborhood.

Yep. Band in the back. They are fun. People are going up taking turns on the mic. I find my friend Darrin in the crowd. I know him from NYU. He’s back living with his folks (like me). He is already buzzed. I love drunk people. Anyway, he's like, “Hey, I have someone here for you.”

Velma: “Heh. Okay, who? Is he in your pants?”

Darrin: “You wish! Ha! However, he is certainly in somebody’s pants.”

A chill washes over me as a distinctive voice, husky and sweet, moves from my subconscious to my ears. Slowly turning to face the stage, up there with the band, it was Apolo. My insides die.

He’s been in the back of my mind forever. I remember the first time I saw him; he was at the practice rink where my cousin works in Colorado. I think it was just before the fall semester. I was immediately attracted to him. I remember sitting there in the bleachers, staring. At one point he caught my assuredly psychotic gaze and smiled, then bit his lip and went about his business. The last time I saw him in person was in New York last December. What a strange coincidence that was. Oh, God! What is he doing here?

Velma: “What is he doing here?”

Darrin: “He’s got some promotional thing with a sports company. He’s only in town for a few days. But he remembered me and gave me a call.”

Why the hell didn’t he say something when he told me about the party?

Velma: “Why the hell didn’t you say something when you told me about the party?”

Darrin: “Hey, sorry. I dunno.”

Velma: “That is really something to forget! I might have tried to look decent or something.”

Darrin: “You look hot. Don’t worry. It’s not like you’re not going to avoid him all night, anyway.” [laughs]

Fucker. He gets a smack on the arm.

Look at him. That thick wild hair. About 5’8”. You say 5’ 7”? Naw, I like giving him that extra one-inch credit. Oh, I know all the stats. Geez, we’re wearing the same thing. Black button down shirt, untucked, opened at the top to about the third or fourth button. Nicely worn jeans with some black boots. Only difference is  he’s wearing a gold chain around his neck and I’m wearing my silver kitty necklace. He’s trying to sing The Stroke’s “Take It Or Leave It.” Damn. I love that song. He is so into it. His voice is so gravely and sexy. Strange. I thought he liked hip-hop.

Velma: “Where’s he staying?”

Darrin: “They have him set up in an hotel. But, I was able to tear him away for the night.”

Velma: “Hmmm . . .” [pensive. alarmed. wanting to run away.]

See, Apolo doesn’t know me. I have just been admiring him from afar forever. One time I was talking with Darrin and Mia (his sister). I had mentioned this guy I was crushing on. Darrin was like, “Apolo? Awe, man! He is such a rock star. I was hangin’ out with him and his crew the other night.” Crew. Apolo has a crew. Good God. Of course he does. I should be more surprised if he didn’t. “I mean, he just goes. Everyone knows him, wants to impress him, and we were droppin’ in on people at their places, getting’ into clubs . . . So, you’re into Apolo?”

Fuck. Well, there is no reason I can’t just act normal (pretend I’m not me). Look at him. He is having such a good time up there. He glances my way. He’s singing at me. I feel like a deer caught in his headlights. All I can think is, “He knows. He knows. It’s all over your face. You look like a dolt. You look like a jackass.”

Last December in New York, I had seen him at another party, which was just bizarre. Of course, I didn’t talk to him there, either. I mean, hey, even before the Olympics he was surrounded by people (yes, mainly girls). I was already obsessed with him, and being in the same room was just too much. So, as soon as it was convenient, I left that party, which is what I wanted to do right now.

He’s smiling at me. Okay, yeah, he’s just smiling at me ‘cause I’m just someone out here in the crowd supporting him. Uh-huh. Yep, I smile back. Okay, great, everything is normal. Love this song. Too bad I have to run away now.

I don’t know where Darrin has gone off to. I’m thirsty, so I am make my way to the kitchen, which is just off this huge patio thing. I’m boring. I get a bottle of water from this huge tub of ice and drinks. I’m just walking around. Mingling. Some interesting people. Met the girl who is throwing the party. She’s handling the chaos pretty well. “I think there is some Olympic medallist here. I haven’t seen him, but that has to mean my party is a total success! I just hope the cops don’t come. That would suck,” she told me. Yes. That would suck.

Looking around. Looking around. Shit. It’s Apolo. He’s over there on the patio, sitting on a table edge being talked at by some girl and few other guys. He looks over at me. My face goes numb, but I manage a smile. Look at me. I’m just a normal person who has no feelings for you at all, not pre-obsessed with you, just staring. I mean smiling. I look away for a sec. Look back. Yep, he’s lookin’ back. That’s a pretty sexy fucking smile you got there, buddy. Who knows what I look like to him at this point. I just kinda get this grin on my face and turn down this path back out to the pool. Off to drown myself.

Watching assholes throw each other into the deep end, I start to head back to where the band is playing, see if I can find Darrin again.

“Hey.”

I spin around to see Apolo addressing me. I think my face just fell off.

Velma: “Hi. Hey, I liked your performance with the band. Great song.” [I’m just a normal person. Don’t harbor a crush on you. Just a friendly person here.]

Apolo: “Oh, thanks! Yahp. I love The Strokes.”

Velma: [surprised laugh] “Me, too!” [Don’t wanna mention I thought he was more an R&B guy. Don’t want to seem like I know too much, which I do. Way too much.]

Apolo: “Hey. You used to live in New York, right? You’re Darrin’s friend, right?”

Velma: [Holy hell! How does he know me or even want to?] “Oh, yeah. That’s me, Velma.”

Apolo: “I remember you. I was visiting there in December. You were at this Christmas party. The place in Brooklyn with the big pink tree.”

Velma: “You were there? Wow.” [knowing good and well he was] “Cool. That was an awesome tree! Hee. Hee.” [ . . . and I am a big retard.]

Apolo: [light laugh] “Yeah.” [Pause] “I’m Apolo, by the way.”

Velma: [Shaking his hand. Nice hand. Big. Soft skin. Don’t want to let go. Must release!] “Well, yeah, I know. You are the world’s greatest short track skater. It is wonderful to meet you.”

Apolo: [big embarrassed grin] “I don’t know about that. Heh. Okay, maybe, ya’ know ...”

Velma: “Nice outfit, by the way.”

Apolo: [at first confused] “Wow. Ha! We must have the same dresser. Ha!”

Velma: [ . . . and I would like to be your undresser] “Oh, black shirt and jeans, how can you go wrong?” [Friendly laughing]

Apolo: “Right!” [smiles] “Ya’ know, I went to talk to you at that party. But, I guess you had left.”

Velma: [Just died again. Realizing HE was going to come talk to ME. No fucking way. No fucking way!] “Awe, sorry. Well, I’m sorry I left then. This certainly is weird. Here we both are at another party, but in another state.”

Apolo: “Heh. Heh. Yeah. It must be fate.” [OR you could smell my Velma pheromones beckoning you from across the country.] “I wanted to tell you, I’d seen you in ‘Saint Joan.’ I thought you were great. You really touched me.”

HE saw ME?! OH. MY. GOD. He went to see a play? He went to see the play I was in? How is that possible? Not possible. Not possible. That’s just crazy. If he only knew how much I really wanted to touch him again right now. His personal heat is (gurg) intense.

Velma: “Wow. I’m so flattered. That’s a wonderful compliment. Thank you so much.”

We keep talking about, well, everything – the Olympics (of course), our friends, his career, theater (He likes theater. Who knew?), NYC, and other things. We have moved to this bench tucked under this ivy covered arch thing. It’s really comfortable, comfortable in that it is secluded and I have forgotten there is any other place but right here, right now. We’ve been talking for who knows how long. He’s smart. He’s sweet. He’s funny. Mostly he’s as sexy as hell.

We’re sitting close. His eyes are a beautiful hazel that glow even in the night like it was. He has the prettiest lips. Pink. Full. A contagious smile. A confident charm that is all his own. His arm is around the back of the bench, almost around me.

Velma: “Hey. So, what else has Darrin told you about me?” 

Gee, that didn’t sound egotistical at all. I wondered if Darrin had told him about my crush. I mean I didn’t think Darrin would have mentioned me to him at all, but who knows. Albeit, Apolo probably assumes every girl has a crush on him at this point.

Apolo: “Well, not too much. He’s glad you’re here. I think he wants to start up his own theater company, wants you in it.”

Velma: “Wow. He hasn’t said anything to me yet.”

He has talked to Darrin. Darrin has mentioned me, and Apolo has retained my name and information about me. Impossible. I am analyzing to see if he is holding anything else back. I think he is being sincere. I don’t think Darrin said anything about my crush. Yea! Way to go, Darrin!

Velma: “Hey, I haven’t been completely honest. I did see you at that party.”

Apolo: [Smiles broadly. Have I revealed too much?] “Wow. We have had some serious path crossings. Yeah, I thought you had returned my stare at that party.”

Velma: [confessing] “Well, there's more. Actually, I’d seen you even before then, back in August in Colorado. My cousin helps manage the practice rink building. I was there watching practices for a bit. You amazed me. I was in awe of your  . . . well, you just glide out there. You’re like an ice-bound cheetah. [Was that dumb?] Then there was New York. Then, well, the Olympics, of course. And, well . . . [really taking a chance now] you’ve been haunting the back of my mind ever since.”

Apolo: [Is he blushing? I can’t tell. He’s just looking at me. I’m just looking at him.] “God. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since Christmas. You got away, but here you are. I never forgot your eyes."

Yeah, I am pretty sure this is not happening.

Apolo: "Hey . . .”

[Now we’re getting to the part you’ve been reading for.]

He leans in and it IS happening, he is kissing me. He is gentle, but powerful. Momentary pull back to make sure we are both on this wave. Yep. My turn. I gently kiss his lips in bits and parts, and slowly we’re full-on. My hands on his chest — which even though I could tell was well developed just by looking at him, feeling it was a grand new experience. Kissing. Kissing. He’s kissing my neck. Tingling. Running my fingers through those soft brown waves of hair. His hand is running up the back of my shirt, caressing my skin. I want him so bad!

And, yeah, I’m feelin’ a little guilty about cheating on Jimmy, and bloody boyfriend, but . . .

“Hey you guys! Velma! Darrin said you were here! Apolo, oh my God, I have to introduce you to . . .”

 Oh, God. It’s Mia. Can she not see? Is she completely blind? Of course not. It’s Apolo. She wants a piece of him, too. How could she not? I was so happy for like 5 minutes there. She is so harshing my total happy. What the fuck?!  

 “Hey, Mia!” Apolo said.

 She is chattering away. What is she saying? I don’t know. Go away, Mia. Go the fuck away. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

 Apolo starts to stand up. He is listening to her. God, I’m an asshole. I stand up, too, pretending to be as understanding as he is. He clutches me around the waist. Now, that’s a good sign, ladies and gentlemen.

 “ . . .So, I thought she was going to bring 20 people, but Tad was the only one that came along — ”

 Apolo cuts her off. “You are kidding? Wow. Hey, are you going to be around? I was about to take Velma to show her something inside. Will you wait here?”

 Mia: [a bit put off] “Oh, sure. Sorry. I’ll be around here somewhere.”

Mia, if you can hear my internal monologue, you’d know I feel like shit for walking away from you right now, but . . .

 “I’ll find you,” I said as Apolo takes me by the hand, leading me across the patio, into the house, through the kitchen, into the living room, down a hallway . . .

 Velma: [giggling] “Do you know where you are going?”

 Apolo: “Definitely not.” [laughing]

 Random guy from the living room: “Apolo! Dude! You rock!”

 Apolo: [charming smile] “Thanks!”

 Apolo: [whispering over his shoulder to me] “Let’s try the stairs.”

 He leads me up stairs. We are looking in different rooms.

 Apolo: “This is interesting.”

 It was a bedroom decorated with movie memorabilia. It was really cool.

 Apolo: “Wow! Check this out. It’s an autographed photo of Clark Gable!”

 Velma: “No way! Do you think it’s real?”

 Apolo: “Sure. Well, I’m sure whoever bought it thinks it’s real.” [laughing]

 I find the remote for this nice TV that’s in there and notice all the VHS and DVDs on the shelf.

 Velma: “Hey, we can watch a movie in the movie room.”

 I turn on the TV. I start flipping around the channels. I find MTV2. And there’s bloody boyfriend. Awe, bloody boyfriend. Party hard, Andrew.

 Apolo comes up behind me. He smells so good. He feels good. His hands around my waist. He’s nuzzling my neck. I’m feeling down the sides of his meaty thighs. Damn, this is moving fast.

 Apolo: [whispering into my ear] “You’ll never guess what is up against the wall.”

 Velma: “Wall paper?”

 Apolo: [Squeezes me tight with a little jostle. Laughs.] “There is a bed in here.”

 Velma: “In the bedroom? There is a bed? You’re kidding.”

 I could feel him up against my back. He was getting hard. I was getting wet.

 Velma: “I wonder if it’s soft.”

 Apolo: “Huh?”

 Velma: “The bed.”

 I turn around in his arms to face him. He’s going to eat me alive. Shuffling and giggling over to the bed we go. He takes my arms and throws me down on it. Yep, it’s soft. He climbs on top of me, straddling. He’s just leaning over me, staring, filling me with anticipation.

 Apolo: “You are so beautiful.”

Flutter. Flutter. He knows what to say and how to say it. Deep down, I wanted to reject that compliment in the wake of me feeling his beauty outshines mine. But, I was raised to accept compliments graciously. So, I do.

 Velma: “Before I start to think about how little we really know about each other, would you just go ahead and kiss me?”

He smiles, leans in, and kisses me. Kissing. Kissing. Kissing his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, his ears . . . oooo, his neck. He has a great natural musk about him. He is feeling my breast through my shirt. I’m prying into his open collar, licking, kissing. He is unbuttoning me. My shirt is open and he is fondling my chest. Pinching at my nipples. Kissing my tummy, slowly, all over. I’m massaging that thick head of soft wavy hair. Moaning.

Every once in a while a flash of, “Holy shit, what are you doing you incredible slut?!” passes through my brain. But, I know I want him. I am of age. I probably won’t see him again. I want this one night, and I’m gonna have it.

He comes back up to me kissing. We turn. We sit up. We are sitting up facing each other. I’m straddling his lap now. I am unbuttoning his shirt as we keep kissing. I run my hands up over his chest, hands under the shirt pushing it back over his shoulders. He is smooth, firm. I start to kiss and lick on his shoulder, making my way to his neck. He is rubbing my back, moaning. His hands finally pulling my shirt off and I return the action. We both fling the shirts we’ve captured off into some other part of the room. One of us was a bad aim and knocked over a figurine that was on a table.

Apolo: “Oh fuck.” [laughing]

Velma: “Okay!” [giggling]

He falls back with me on top. I trail down his chest, licking. Finding his nipples, licking lightly to see if he’s the kind of guy that digs this. Yes! Gently biting. Slurping. He’s caressing me, enjoying my spoiling. I explore all of him, kissing licking his skin. Discovering a pleasure patch just above his jeans, lightly scratching his skin.

He moves up and starts pulling down the straps of my black bra. I straighten up and help, unhooking myself, my back arched, hands behind me, then slowly peeling the cloth away from me, as his hands go up to hold my tits, massage them. He pulls me down beside him, then topples me. Cupping one breast has he kisses, licks, nibbles, and sucks on the other. Its always an increased turn on when a guy enjoys your breasts for the first time. So attentive. So appreciative.  I caress his head for a moment, then reach above me to grab on to the headboard. He’s still licking, sucking. I’m moaning, “Oh Apolo.”

He’s been so good. Keeping me turned on and anxious. Then he does this stupid-ass thing I hate. He presses my tits together and does this blubbering thing, like, I don’t know how to describe it. Shaking his face into my chest, like a hog going after slop. It is sooo unromantic. There is a pause. He looks up and sees that — yes he, Apolo, my heart attack, my mecca of desire, the dark, chewy, sexual center of the known Tootsie Pop universe — he is on the brink of turning me off. Then he makes this funny little face and says, “Sorry. Your boobs made me do it.” I can’t help it, I bust out laughing. Such a charmer. We are laughing as he comes back up to my face. We are just holding each other, kissing a little. God, he feels so good, just lying here. Look at him. He is a rock star.

Apolo: “Can I make love to you?”

Velma: [looking at him incredulously]

Apolo: “Can I make you a sandwich?” 

I give him a swat. Then we kinda tussle around a bit. It’s weird, I guess. I realize I still have my boots on and want them off. He unlaces them. Helps me pull them off as I pray they don’t smell. We work together the same way getting his off. We settle back down and just cuddle and rest. Our legs entwined. We kinda cat nap a while. I wake to him caressing my hair and my face.

Apolo: “So, really, can I make you a sandwich?”

Velma: “Out of what?”

Apolo: “Let’s go downstairs and see what we find.”

Velma: “I wonder if we are the only ones here.”

Apolo: “I guess we’ll find that out, too.”

This must be a guest bedroom. No one has come up here to kick us out. Good gravy! It’s 3 in the morning! He drags me out of bed.

Velma: “Where’s my shirt?”

Apolo: “You don’t need it.”

He pulls me out the bedroom door with him. He’s behind me holding my breasts as we walk along. I’m slapping him as I move around him so I am in the back. Now, I have my chest buried in his back, my arms wrapped around his waist. We are trying to walk in unison. Thank God no one knows me.

Velma: “You know, this is riskier for you than for me.”

Apolo: “Nahp. I’m not worried.”

The house is quiet except for our giggling. We walk down the stairs, down the hallway, through the living room, and into the kitchen. Oh, we’ve passed people along the way, passed out on a couch, on the floor. He leaves me standing to cover myself with my arms crossed as he starts to scavenge.

Apolo: “Hmm. Chips. Some crusty dip. Beer. Wine cooler. Pretzels.” [He opens up the pantry.] “Cool. PopTarts!”

Velma: “What flavor?”

Apolo: “Strawberry.”

Velma: “Yum!”

He goes to open up the refrigerator.

Apolo: “Smoked cheese. I want this smoked cheese. Uh oh.”

Velma: [I am getting worried. It’s a little too quiet at 3 in the morning for a party that was this big. I am so afraid someone is going to find us.] “What?”

Apolo: [coming out from behind the refrigerator door] “Whipped cream.” [big sassy smile]

Velma: “Uh ho.” [big sassy smile]

I walk over to him at the refrigerator. He is so cute. I am forgetting myself again. I take the tub of whipped cream from his hand. With my other hand I reach up around his neck and start to kiss him. I toss the whipped cream on the counter. He drops the cheese on the ground as we hold each other kissing in the light of the refrigerator, spoiling all the food inside with our heat. Both of us in our jeans and sock feet, naked from the waist up. He picks me up by my thighs. My legs wrapping around his waist as he moves me to the counter top. He’s kissing me all over. Caressing my crotch over my jeans.

I’m close to the tub of whipped cream. I open it up and dip my finger in, licking it off. Going for more and smearing some on his face as he looks up at me.

Suddenly we hear a crash of noise outside. We’re both startled.

Apolo: [helping me down] “Run upstairs! I’ll meet you there!”

Like a frightened antelope, I start running back to the room ahead of him. Once I get there, I locate our shirts in case we have to make another dash. It is taking him a while. Hmm, should I sit here? How seductive is this pose? I hope we aren’t in trouble. Feeling vulnerable, I put my shirt back on. Shit. Where’s my bra?

Here he is, sneaking in. He used a cup towel to gather all the food and bring it up here. Smart boy. Ooo, and he brought some water and wine coolers. Good boy!

Velma: “Ooo, a feast. Can I have some of your cheese?”

We eat some cheese. Drink some wine, followed by water. He said some people were still outside, probably the band packing up or something. We talked about this sports gear endorsement he’s working on, what his next plans are, what my plans are, and everything that is wrong and right with the world.

He takes what is left of these poor people’s cheese that we have decimated and puts it on the side table. 

Apolo: [going for the buttons on my shirt] “How did this get back on?”

 Velma: “Well . . . you did take a while. I got worried.”

 Apolo: “I made another stop.” [pulls out a strip of three condoms]

 Velma: “You are so smart! And ambitious. Three.”

 Apolo: “I train for endurance as well as speed, ya’ know.”

 Velma: “Endurance is good. Send Speed home, okay?”

We giggle while scooting back on the bed, kissing. My shirt comes off again. He gets an inspiration. Grabbing the whipped cream. He scoops some out with his finger and begins to paint my nipples with the white fluff. I’m giggling. It’s so silly. He’s licking and slurping me clean.

Moving toward him, my hand glides down his lower tummy, across his pleasure patch, to feel his hard mound through his jeans. He’s moaning as I massage and caress him. His hand is scooping under my jeans, caressing my ass cheek. I start to unbutton his pants. Damned button-flies. But I am able to set him free. Now I’m caressing him through his briefs. I move down to pull off his jeans, then pulling down his underwear. Goodness. He is at full attention. He may not be a full-on 8” but definitely 7”. It’s nice, thick, flawless. I go for the whipped cream and begin to fan out the stuff all over his cock. I start to gently lick it off his head. He starts to moan. Lightly licking. Taking my time. Gentle. Lick. Lick. Lick. Licking around in little circles all up and down his entire shaft, while caressing his balls. Then I take the head into my mouth. Slurping. Sliding up and down. He’s going wild. I back off. I want the rest of this for me. He sits up; comes at me.

 Velma: “I want you inside me.”

He grabs his condoms. I rip my jeans off. He tears at my panties. I help him slide his condom on. He lays me down, spreads my legs wide, and starts to manipulate my pussy, rubbing his fingers around the folds, finding my clit, caressing it. He’s driving me insane!

Apolo: “You are so wet. Oh God, so tight.” [as he begins to finger fuck me]

I’m in a hellish heaven of pleasure and anticipation.

Apolo: “You are about to get fucked. You want me to fuck you?”

Velma: “Yes, Apolo!” [pleading] “Please, oh, please, oh, please, fuck me!”

Oh God! He grabs my ankles, pushing my legs into the air, spreading me further. He teases his head around my folds and my clit. Then with a motion of pressure, he dives his big hard cock into me. He is an amazing fit. Slow. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. A little faster. Faster. Oh God! And harder. Thrusting. He’s gotta lotta technique.

Velma: “Oh God! Apolo! Yes! Apolo!”

Apolo: “I’m not even close to being done with you!”

Velma: “Oh Apolo! Fuck me! Please! Please!”

He suddenly manhandles me, tossing me around, ordering me on all fours. He takes me from behind. Thrusting. Harder and harder. Again and again and again and again. I can feel my ass jiggling. He’s over me, fondling my tit. I’m going to collapse. Now, he’s guiding my hips, controlling me. I’m in his rhythm, pushing down as far as I can on his shaft with each thrust. Pounding me again and again. The slapping of his pelvis on my ass.

He turns me back over.

Apolo: “I want to see your face. I want to see your face while I pound your little pussy.”

Velma: “Please Apolo. Please make me cum! No! Make it last forever.”

Apolo: “Oh baby, your going to cum. You will definitely cum!”

He’s a machine. I can feel it. Oh right now. He is grunting and screaming. I am pleading and crying. In and out. In and out. THRUST! THRUST! THRUST!

Velma: “Oh God! Please Apolo! Please!”

Apolo: “Oh God, Velma! I’M GONNA FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU SO F-F-F-F-FUCKING HARD!” [feeling his impassioned speech spit spraying down on me]

Apolo: “ARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!”

He comes. Then me. Crashing. Sweet relief.

We fall away from each other, sweaty, exhausted. He takes my hand, rolls back over to me. I hold his face in my other hand. We kiss. We collapse.

It was like 6 a.m. when I jostled him awake.

Velma: “Hey, come take a shower with me.”

He agrees and we get up. I can’t believe how bold we are. Like we live here or something. Naked, holding hands we walk into the bathroom. Nice big shower. Ooo. It feels good to wash. I soap up his chest. I tour him, finding my way to his back. Kissing down his spine, I make my way to that ass I have wanted to taste since day one. Kissing, licking, worshiping this famous, fabulous booty. Pressing my tongue into the flesh as I trail his skin like a landscape of ice cream. My flan dream. He pulls me up; we start kissing again, my arms around his shoulders, his arms around my waist. I can feel him rising to the occasion. He decides to take me right there. Lifts me up on this little ledge on the shower wall. I am pretty sure my ass is bigger than this ledge, but he has me pinned.

Velma: “Wait! Seriously. We need a condom.”

He looks at me like, “awe fuck.” Then he runs back to the bedroom all naked and wet. Purr. Look at him all wet and shiny, slippery. That round, firm, glistening ass . . . He comes back, and we fumble with our wet fingers to get the thing open. Ta-dah! Details. Details. He’s got me back on the ledge. He enters me and bangs away like he’s saving the world. My wet tits jiggling up and down to his thrusts don’t escape his attention. A quick orgasm comes. He slides out of me; and we are both standing there holding each other under the downpour of the warm shower.

Velma: “We may be over staying our welcome.”

Apolo: “Yeah, I was thinking that, too.”

So, we dry off. Trying to clean up after ourselves. Trying not to be truly horrible guests. We get dressed. He helps me find my bra. Lacing up our boots. We are walking into the hall.

Apolo: “Wait a sec. I want those Pop Tarts!”

He runs back to me waiting at the top of the stairs; he has the box of Pop Tarts in one hand and with his other takes my hand as we quietly walk down the stairs. Yes, there has been a party here. Some guy we don’t know is walking around in the living room. We just exchange a glance of recognition and keep walking out.

Apolo realizes he came with Darrin.

“Come on. I’ll take you home,” I said.

He has his arm around my shoulder as we walk a good way away to get to my car parked down the street. I can’t believe my keys are still in my pocket. Yea!

He’s giving me directions to his hotel. We’re eating Pop Tarts. Mmmm, strawberry. As I drive he keeps his hand on my thigh. I haven’t connected this quickly with anyone in my whole life.

I pull up. Let him out. He walks over to my door. I roll down the window.  Look at him, all messy and disheveled, just the way I like ‘em.

Apolo: “Come up. Stay with me today. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Velma: “I know. I want to, but I can’t.”

Apolo: “Yeah, you can.” [Coercing. So charming.]

Velma: [whimpering] “I can’t. I can’t. Stop tempting me.”

He leans in to kiss me. Mmmm. I wish I could make myself get out of this car. Then we could fuck like bunnies all day in his room. But, I can’t. I guess I don’t want to spoil it. It’s been great so far. I guess I want to leave it at that.

Apolo: “You’ll be hearing from me, miss.”

Velma: “Is that a threat?”

Apolo: “It’s a guarantee.” [He leans in again for another kiss]

I watch him walk away into the hotel. He has such a sweet ass.

I’m the biggest idiot in the world.

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