More Than A Fan - Chapter 6

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"If it bothers you, you can stop the supplements," Becca offered, sounding like she was sorry that he was troubled by the unusual sensitivity.

"Oh, no!" Tom replied quickly. "I wasn't complaining. I was just noting that the feelings were different." He felt a shudder of pleasure radiating out from where her tongue was teasing. "I like it. You ought to know that by now."

Becca was relieved. "I'm glad. I'd be really  frustrated if you had to stop the herbs, and we couldn't play as much." She continued her ministrations to his newly-sensitive nipples and noted with delight that he was getting very aroused again. "And I'm glad it doesn't affect other things," she grinned as she noticed the bulge in his panties.

Tom waited backstage for Becca to finish with signing memorabilia from fans with her trademarked Winter signature a stylized icicle instead of the 'I' in her name. He knew she was going to be tired from her concert; she always put on an electrifying show for her fans, and they appreciated it. Tom had enjoyed watching the concert from backstage, seeing how all her show tricks worked, like the way she suddenly appeared on stage from a trap door and hydraulic lift. With a little pyrotechnics, the effect was magical. That was just one of the many things she did to amaze and entertain her fans.

She pranced off stage, staying in character until she was completely out of view of the crowd. The roadies were starting to dismantle the gear to move it to the next venue, even as fans were filing out of the arena. As soon as she was off stage, Winter gave a huge sigh as she visibly lost the seemingly unbounded energy she'd displayed during the concert. She still had enough energy to launch herself at Tom and wrap herself around him.

"Damn," she said, amazed, "but I get so horny every time I perform." She kissed him frantically as if she couldn't wait. "Even if I'm tired," she added.

"You need to get out of your costume," Tom noted.

The wardrobe group was waiting, so they could organize and get the costumes cleaned for the next performance two days hence.

"Go ahead and peel me out of it," Becca said seductively, grabbing him and leading him by the hand into her dressing room, past the waiting wardrobe group and some startled stage assistants. Once the door was locked, Becca's hands were all over Tom, eager to relieve the sexual excitement which she always got when performing.

A while later, after she took him once on the floor and a second time in the shower, Tom and Becca walked out of her dressing room. He had a silly grin on his face, and she beamed radiantly with pleasure. She sighed as she neared a pair of doors leading outside. The doors were flanked with event security to both protect Winter's privacy and to ensure her safety. Sometimes, the media or overly-enthusiastic fans became a nuisance or a problem.

"Ready for the gauntlet?" Becca asked, taking a deep breath.

"Yup," Tom said with a smile.

"Just remember stay by my side, don't let go of my hand, and don't say a fucking thing, no matter how many questions or pictures."

She saw his nod, so she pushed the door open and pulled him in a half-trot, half-fast walk toward the open door of a waiting limo. Just as she'd described, the moment the door opened, camera flashes began to dazzle them as several dozen photographers began to snap pictures. In the background, the screaming adoration of fans could be heard, and over that noise, there were some questions being shouted by reporters, hoping to catch her attention.

They got to the door of the limo, but instead of crawling in, Becca suddenly stopped, grasped Tom's head between her hands, and kissed him passionately. Then, grinning, she ducked into the limo, pulling him behind her as the door closed with a thunk. "That ought to give them something to gossip about for a few weeks," she said with a wicked smile as she settled into her seat, with Tom beside her. As befitting a celebrity, the privacy screen was up, and the windows of the limo were darkened, so Tom and Becca had privacy.

"You're bad," Tom teased. "You know they've been all speculating about us for a few weeks now, ever since they saw us together at the club a few weeks ago."

"Sometimes, I'm so naughty," she replied. "Maybe I should be spanked?" She lifted her eyebrows suggestively.

"I'm glad I'm taking the vitamins and herbs," Tom grinned, "I'm glad. Otherwise, I couldn't keep up with you."

She practically tore his shirt off and began to lick and suck at his slightly enlarged, conical nipples. Tom felt himself getting aroused again. "That's Holy shit! That's better than before!" Tom noted. Suddenly, he stiffened, and his body convulsed a couple of times. As he calmed down, he looked down, embarrassed. "Sorry," he apologized profusely. "I couldn't help it. I can't believe you could do that to me just from my chest! That felt so good."

Becca smiled. "That's okay," she answered. She grasped his head and guided it down toward her crotch. "Since you've got such a baby-smooth face, you can make me just as happy."

When Becca was satisfied sometime later, the two sat up in the limo. "Wine?" Becca offered as she opened a compartment with an ice bucket with chilled wine.

"Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me again?" Tom chuckled.

"Not a bad idea," Becca teased him. She handed him the bottle to open while she retrieved a pair of glasses from another compartment. He poured the wine into the glasses and took one while Becca put the wine bottle back in the ice bucket.

"It was a great concert," Tom said, raising his glass to her. "Here's to the next sellout, dynamite show."

Becca clinked her glass against Tom's and then took a long sip. "I take it you really liked it when I was playing with your  chest?" His sheepish grin was all she needed to know. "You know, there are some supplements we could add to make them even more sensitive." She read his expression. "I'll get my doctor to start them."

"You don't mind  that I know, too early?" Tom asked, embarrassed at how quick he'd been on the trigger.

Becca grinned. "As long as you keep that magic tongue of yours in shape and keep that nasty stubble off your face, I don't mind at all. I guess I'll have to learn to not play so much on your chest before." She winked. "That could be a challenge, though, because knowing your chest is sensitive makes me want to play more. And thank you for getting rid of that nasty chest-hair, so I can kiss and play with your nipples."

Tom smiled. Getting rid of his chest hair and keeping his armpits shaved wasn't a big deal; the hair would grow back quickly when he quit shaving or treating it.

"And I can tell that you're keeping up the exercise so you can keep your stamina."

"I don't think I had this much endurance when I was seventeen," Tom said in amazement.

"See what a good exercise routine will do? Diedre says that you're working pretty hard."

"I have to, to keep up with you, my insatiable little minx." A worry wrinkle flitted across his face. "But "

"What?"

Tom shook his head. "It's just that, well, all my exercise is aerobic, endurance exercise. I've lost almost thirty-five pounds in the two months I've been working with her."

"And you look fantastic." Becca pouted. "And please don't talk about time. I don't want to think about that."

"Diedre won't let me do any strength training, and I feel like I'm losing muscle mass." "Okay," Tom agreed, feeling the same way she did. Their time together would end sooner than either of them thought, and there was no point dwelling on it.

Becca leaned over and kissed him again. "Good. She knows that I hate muscle-bound jerk jocks."

"I had a great idea while I was working with the producer," Becca said, digging into her eggplant parmesan.

"Besides getting horny, so you'd jump me as soon as you got home for lunch?" Tom teased.

"Yeah, well, besides that." She saw that she had Tom's attention. "I've got an idea for a music video later this year to go with my new song, and I'd like you to be in it with me."

Tom's eyes almost bugged out. "You want me in a video?"

Becca smiled. "Yeah. I think it'd be a lot of fun. Of course, you'll need to take some acting lessons."

"For a video?"

"The producer is pretty picky, so yeah, I think it'd be best. Oh, and have you ever sung on stage or in a video?"

Tom shook his head. "No."

"How about if you work with a voice coach for a bit, too, to see if you can sing. If you can, I really, really would like to have you on stage with me."

"Why me?" Tom said with a frown.

"The media is all over the story of us," Becca said simply. "My fans are talking about nothing else. So we might as well give them something to talk about." She smiled at him. "Besides, I love sharing everything with you, and that ought to include the fun I get to have to perform."

Tom thought a moment. "Well, I'm not doing a lot else during the day, so sure. Why not?"

"Are you complaining?" Becca sounded a bit concerned that Tom might be getting bored.

"No," Tom laughed. "I need to get all the rest I can to keep up with you."

"I'll have a voice coach start with you tomorrow, then. With acting lessons and a voice coach, that'll help keep you from getting bored." She reached under the table and rubbed his leg, moving her hand toward his thigh. "And is it so bad having all that nasty hair is gone, so your legs are nice and soft and smooth?" she purred, deliberately rubbing her hand up and down the inside of his thigh to distract him.

"Uh," Tom stammered, "I guess not." He felt a tingle of pleasure from her intimate caress. "No. It's nice."

"And I love playing games when you wear those silky stockings. I bet you love the feel of them on your silky-smooth legs, don't you? They're so erotic and sexy, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Tom said, a bit reluctantly. "I guess they're okay."

"Aw," she said with a pout. "Where's my enthusiastic partner for our little bedroom games?"

Tom frowned. "I'm trying," he said softly. "Sometimes, though, it feels a little  uncomfortable."

Becca rose from her chair and circled behind Tom, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his shoulders and chest while she nibbled on his earlobe. "You know you love it, don't you? You told me you and Linda talked about it a lot, and you don't have any real inhibitions to a little playful cross-dressing. Especially when I get a little dominant?"

Any reluctance Tom might have had was pushed away by the distraction of her ministrations and the truth of what she was saying. He did like how she was firmly in charge and how kinky her bedroom games were. She let one hand slide down his chest and tease one of his nipples. A soft moan of pleasure came involuntarily from his lips as she teased him. "Yeah," he panted as she teased him.

"I thought so," she whispered before she resumed nibbling. "And so do I. You really turn me on."

Becca smiled at a nervous Tom. "Don't worry. Just imagine that you're at a party or a club."

"But  this is television!" Tom protested.

"It's no fucking big deal," Becca said soothingly. "Ellen is a good friend, and she won't do anything to embarrass you."

"But you're used to this. I'm not."

"Ellen will come and spend some time with us ahead of the recording, and we'll talk. Between us, we'll get most of the topics identified and have some casual chat. Then we'll go into the studio, and we'll record the show. No big deal. This is the time to mention subjects that you or I don't want to talk about."

"I'm still nervous. I don't think I'd be comfortable talking about you now before. And I don't want to get into intimate details." He was blushing as he said the latter.

"It's an afternoon show," Becca chided him. "I doubt there will be much talk about our sex life."

"Yeah, but" Tom was nervous about several things coming out that he was wearing panties all the time, that he shaved his body, and that he had sensitive little nubs on his chest. He was glad he was wearing a loose shirt, so the small bumps wouldn't be visible.

As Becca predicted, the producer met with them for some discussion of topics, and then Ellen spent some time chatting and joking. She knew Winter well and remembered Tom's name. He wondered if it was from her party or from the entertainment news about the two of them. In any event, the casual discussion backstage put Tom at ease.

Despite being nervous, Tom did okay contributing to the discussion in front of the audience and cameras. He flinched when Ellen asked how serious they were, but Becca said they were good friends, laughing that after her last disaster, she wasn't ready to try committing to a relationship again. Tom found himself disappointed at her words, even though he knew it was temporary. Ellen noticed and asked him about his thoughts. He managed to stumble through an answer that confirmed what Becca had said, but he didn't sound totally convincing. Ellen teased the two of them about it, causing Tom's cheeks to redden. He flinched when Becca put her hand on his knee as she talked about how they'd met, and when Ellen noticed, he blushed again. Tom relaxed when the conversation turned to the album Becca was working on, leaving him out of the conversation mostly, which was fine with him. Becca held his hand possessively as she eagerly talked about the album and about her upcoming concerts. Then Ellen drew Tom back in the conversation, asking if he'd be accompanying her like he had to most of her recent shows. Again, he was embarrassed because the question emphasized that the two were an item.

After the show, backstage, Becca kissed Tom passionately. "You did fucking awesome!" she exclaimed with bubbly enthusiasm.

Tom noticed that they weren't in his or her dressing room. "We're putting on a show here," he said as she hugged him and nibbled on his ear.

"So what?" she asked, only momentarily distracting herself from her task. "Does appearing on stage make you as hot as it makes me?" She let her hand roam down his chest until she was brushing against his nipple.

Tom flinched. "Not here!" he protested. "People can see!"

"My dressing room?"

Tom grinned. "That'll start a lot of rumors."

"Dearie," Becca said, in a teasing voice, "they're already gossiping about us. So who gives a fuck if they talk more?"

Tom couldn't argue with her reasoning. With her arm snugly around his waist and her head on his shoulder, the pair walked to her dressing room.

Tom lay back on his bed, propped up against the headboard, watching television and feeling a little bored. Becca was performing at a local venue. She’d warned him that she'd be late and would also probably be extremely horny. It was almost one in the morning when he heard the alarm chime indicating that she'd come home. He sat a little more upright, a little more alert. Still, he was tired after a very long day of acting lessons and voice lessons, plus a bit of gardening. Becca hadn't even come home at noon for some 'stress relief', which left Tom feeling a little rejected.