She wasn't sure how she ended up in a limo with him. Well- she wasn't sure why she was there.
What had she been *thinking*? Agreeing to go at all.
She was just happy he was quiet. Asleep.
She crossed her leg and looked at her… 'travel companion'.
He looked good in white- she had to admit that. She'd always thought that- from the first time she could remember seeing him.
He looked comfortable and it was the first time she'd really ever seen his peaceful. And quiet.
She was sure if he *knew* she was there… he'd have *lots* to say.
Still, with his eyes closed and his chest evenly rising and falling- she could almost believe that he was always that calm.
He *was* good-looking. She'd give him that. Perhaps not in every photograph- but on average- he was a nice looking man- not the greatest. But- the chiseled features, the dimples and gorgeous icy eyes did give him a certain appeal. And she knew that underneath the baggy shirt, he was well built self-made. The weight he'd lost for the movie had stayed off as he continued working out and the more she thought about it- the more she wanted to watch one of his workout sessions.
She had to admit- sweating guys were always fun to watch. She thought back to watching him on the VMA's and she'd been pleasantly surprised to see him again- with his broad muscular chest and taut abs… and the more she sat watching him sleep and thinking about him shirtless- the more she wondered what he might be hiding under the baggy pants.
And it was the wondering and the boredom that had her sliding down her side of the limo toward him. His hand was resting in his lap while one leg was propped up on the seat and the other foot was on the floor. She couldn't really *tell* what he might be hiding.
But curiosity, and boredom, was quickly getting the better of her.
She sat on the seat, at the end where his foot was and bounced a bit on the seat. Was he a heavy sleeper? She had no idea. She tried clearing her throat a few times before bouncing again. The thought that he had perhaps passed out crossed her mind.
She fell to the floor in front of him and sat on her heels while she tapped his shoulder. "Marshall," she said out loud, before shaking him a bit. He was still breathing, so he was okay. He was just a *very* *deep* sleeper.
And she was still bored.
So… she did the only thing she could. She placed her hand on his knee and slowly slid it upward, feeling the hard muscle underneath. She was right- he *did* work out… and not just his upper body. He probably lifted weights with his legs too.
She got up on her knees and placed her other hand on his other knee and felt the muscles underneath her hands, through his sweat pants. She looked at his face- he still was completely unresponsive. Asleep.
Then, she slipped her index fingers inside the elastic of his pants and began to pull, just a little on them. Now honestly, she hadn't really thought about what she'd do if he woke up and found his pants pulled down. And she had no *plan*, persay, on how to get them back up without waking him up, but- she was curious, she was bored and he was completely unresponsive to anything she was doing.
She wondered how far she could take it before he'd wake up. And she realized she was playing with fire. She knew it. But again- remember the boredom and curiosity *and* the unresponsiveness *and* the fact that he was mildly hot and she's always been fascinated by him…
She looked at his face and he was still out. She leaned over, out of sure curiosity, and placed a soft kiss on his closed lips. And she wanted more. She wanted to feel him react to her. Out of sure curiosity of course, not because she was *attracted* to him in any way shape or form. She was just… curious. Well… 6 parts curious and 4 parts horny.
And the kissing and the touching and wondering weren't doing anything to help that ratio.
She started pulling his pants down because she'd clearly not thought the whole… 'curious thing' through. However, to her amazement, she'd succeeded in pulling them down, only to remember she'd not taken his boxers with them. His pants were around his knees and his boxers had come down a *little* with the tugging of the pants.
She could see the bulge in his boxers, but not well, not enough to satisfy her need- errr… her 'curiosity'.
She shrugged and glanced up at him- he was still perfectly still, even rising and falling of his chest and… she needed to know. Not like she'd never seen a dick before.
She pulled on his boxers until she got them down and unveiled her prize. He was already quasi-hard and she wondered if that was normal.
<Okay,> she thought, <I should pull them back up.>
But- she was curious. And bored. And he was asleep. Blah blah blah.
She ran a finger up his length and watched in fascination as he started to harden.
She did it again, only this time, she brushed her thumb against the tip and watched.
The next time, she reached out to grip him with her fist and nearly jumped out of her dress when his hand snatched her wrist in mid reach.
She immediately looked up at him and blinked. "What the *fuck* do you think you're doin'?" He snapped.
"Um…" was her stunning response. She couldn't move- his grip on her wrist was tight and demanding- as it should have been.
And then, before she knew it, he'd jumped off the seat and toppled her to the floor of the limo, pinning her underneath him. "*This* what you wanted?" He snarled, with a thrust of his hips against hers.
Now… her outfit for the night consisted of a mini-skirt and mildly modest tube top. However her skirt had ridden up due to her position on the floor and she could feel him, now completely hard, rubbing against her, between her thighs and the thong did nothing to prohibit the feeling of his skin against her tender flesh.
"No," she whimpered.
"No?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow. "You un*dress* me *and* start touching my dick for what? Amusement?"
"Yes?" She said, unsure of what she wanted. She knew her chest was heaving a bit and that he could feel her quivering underneath him- but not out of fear.
No- definitely not out of fear.
She whimpered when she felt his finger petting her sex through the little fabric supplied by the thong. *Was* this what she'd wanted? Was it what she *wanted*?
Then- he swooped down and his lips were on hers and she readily accepted his tongue, his warm lips pressed against hers- his penis nestled between her thighs like it was meant to be there… the glory of the male and female bodies- meant for this.
"Sure it's not what you wanted?" He asked, breathless, desperately hoping she'd say 'take me' and then he'd take her there, on the limo floor, consequences be damned, because now- seeing her boldness… he wanted her- needed to have her.
"No," she whispered.
"No, you're not sure? Or no it's not what you wanted?" He asked, squeezing her thighs together a bit with his knees, which were straddling her.
"No," she repeated. "Don't stop."
And he didn't. He pulled the slip of fabric off her body and tossed the thong aside. Her lips were glistening, wet and ready to accept him and accept him, she did.
She wasn't nervous or even scared when he thrust inside her to the hilt, making her scream in a way she'd never known before- animalistic. All the other guys had insisted on *her* legs being spread, but Em was straddling *her* thighs, which made it just a bit harder for him to enter her and the brunt force of his hips slamming down into hers just turned her on more.
And he wasted no time in taking his pleasure of the young body before him. She was hot and wet and tight beyond all reason- beyond all sanity and he lost himself in the feeling of being buried inside her as she arched up to meet his thrusts.
And their lips mingled- more than mingled- punished. The way he kissed- the desperation in his tongue- in his unrelenting cock- the pounding of his hips and force of fury drove her to madness. Made her kiss him back with equal passion, drove her to grasping the backs of his thigh to help push him further inside her quicker.
He then lifted one of her thighs and she felt the change in angle and depth as he guided it over his shoulder and she screamed his name. No other guy had ever done *that* before- and she felt him stroking her, petting her, petting where their bodies joined, even as his hips bruised her.
"Fuck," she whimpered.
"Exactly… what we're… doing…" was his response before caressing her clit in time with his strokes so she'd fall when he did. And he sensed her impending orgasm long before she did and he pulled out almost completely before throwing all of his weight into her and driving practically through her core as she shrieked his name and came around him.
He too crashed hard and jerked inside her as his hips continued their motion, albeit slowly, even after he'd spilled himself inside her warm, convulsing passage.
And it was *then* that he heard the nearly deafening screams of the crowd outside their limo and he got up quickly and pulled his pants back up as she pulled her thong back on and straightened her skirt.
She wasn't sure what to say. Or do.
It had all seemed a good idea at the time, but-
"So… um- are you… goin' in the front door?" She asked.
"Nah- I go around to the back. Don't like the red carpet shit."
"Oh- okay. Well…" She wanted to escape from the limo quickly and forget she'd ever been so damn curious. She made a b-line for the door.
"Yo," he said, catching her arm before she opened the door.
"What?" She asked.
"Any time you wanna share a limo- it's fine wit' me."
"You're disgusting," she snapped.
"Wouldn't *you* like to know?" He shot back with a sexy glare.
And the truth was- *now*, she did, but she wasn't about to tell *him* that. "Go to Hell," she said.
"Only if you're my… *ride* down."
"Fuck you, Em," she said, before opening the door and slamming it behind her.
"I think you *just* did, Ms. Spears," he said, kicking back against the seat of the limo. "Think you just did."
What she didn't know, was that he'd been awake the whole time. He'd been curious- about what she'd do- how far she'd go.
And if it's true that curiosity killed the cat- in *this* case- curiosity just got him pussy.
Author: dru@shadyfiction.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.