More Than A Fan - Chapter 5

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Becca lay on Tom's arm, the pair of them partially covered by the bedding. Her finger traced idly around his chest while she nibbled on his ear and kissed his neck. "You really know how to get my motor running," she purred.

Tom sighed contentedly, enjoying the afterglow of sex and her ministrations on his chest and neck. "I think your motor is always running," he joked. "I just know how to press the gas pedal." He rolled over and pressed her to her back, then began to kiss her neck, working his way down until his lips and tongue were on one of her breasts while his hand tenderly caressed the other.

"You're going to get me horny again," Becca teased.

"That's my plan," Tom grinned. "I know how much you love it when I do this."

Becca sighed happily. "I just wish that I could do the same for you."

"You do, my dear."

"But" Becca sighed. "It doesn't seem fair. I've got three erotic spots that get my motor running, but you've only got one."

"One is enough."

Becca nodded. "But sometimes, when we're just cuddling, you get to play with my boobs and make me feel so warm and relaxed, but I don't have something like that for you. If I start touching your one spot, but we just cuddle, then I'm afraid that all I'm doing is frustrating you."

"I'm okay with it," Tom said hesitantly. He couldn't deny that Becca had a point; he really enjoyed their cuddling and his fondling her boobs, while she had nothing comparable. He could put up with a bit of frustration now and again; besides, usually, their evenings of cuddle-time turned into sex later.

Becca sighed wistfully. "It's too bad your nipples aren't as sensitive as mine. It'd be a lot more fun."

Tom chuckled. "Well, since I'm a guy, I'm not going to get sensitive tits, so we'll just have to make do."

"I suppose," Becca said reluctantly. "I wonder"

Tom frowned. Becca wondering about something usually meant she had an idea. "What?"

"I've heard that some herbs and supplements are supposed to mimic female hormones enough to get sensitivity, without any of the adverse effects." She pulled Tom's head into her breast, encouraging him to continue his erotic kissing, and slid her other hand down to his crotch. She giggled. "Is this talk about you having sensitive nipples getting you excited again?"

"No," Tom answered too quickly. After a moment or two, he continued, speaking softly. "I guess I'm a little curious ".

"And jealous of how you make me feel when you play with my boobs?" Becca speculated.

Tom was silent for a bit; his hand and mouth paused in teasing Becca's breasts. "I'm" Tom paused again. "Maybe a little bit," he finally admitted very softly.

Becca knew the admission had been difficult for Tom. She rolled him on his back and cuddled upon his arm again. "Would you like me to talk to my doctor to see if there's something that can make your chest more sensitive, without growing breasts?" She let her fingers trace delicate patterns around one of Tom's nipples. When Tom hesitated to answer, Becca continued, "I think it would be a lot of fun, for both of us."

Tom felt her fingers tenderly touching him, and he wondered what it would feel like if his nipples were more sensitive. He knew what his touch and tongue on her nipples did to her. Would it be too weird if she could do that to him as well?

"Will you think about it a bit?" Becca pleaded with him, her soft eyes batting seductively, reducing his ability to say no to her.

"Okay. I'll think about it."

Becca kissed him passionately. "It'll be fun, and a little bit kinky," she said enthusiastically as she rolled until she was straddling him.

As Becca drove her Maserati through the traffic, Tom felt a little frustrated. He loved to drive and had taken every chance possible since Becca had given him the Benz, but when they went out as a couple, it seemed that she always drove. Sometimes, it made him feel like a 'kept man.' He sighed, that's what he really was, but he still felt like he had to maintain a little bit of dignity.

As she pulled into the line for valet parking at the very exclusive nightclub, Becca noticed Tom's pout. "I suppose you wanted to drive?" she asked.

Tom took a deep breath to calm himself. Arguing with Becca wasn't worth it. She could be quite bitchy when she got angry. "I yeah," he admitted after a bit. "Sometimes, I'd like to drive when we go places together. And once in a while, it kind of feels like you're parading me around like a pet or a prized possession, not a companion." He tried to laugh. "I guess I'm feeling a little bit sensitive right now."

"That time of the month, huh?" Becca giggled.

Her comment elicited a chuckle from Tom. "I guess I'm being a bit self-centered. You've given me so much in these past few weeks, so I shouldn't complain that you want to chauffeur me around, too."

"Since you put it that way, maybe I should make you drive me around all the time," Becca laughed.

Tom smiled at the way she had turned his disappointment into fun, playful banter. He climbed out of the car and walked around to open Becca's door for her.

Becca smiled at him. "Thank you, kind sir." She could have sounded mocking at what she considered an old-fashioned display of chivalry, but her words were sincere. She took his arm and climbed from the car, dropping the key fob into the waiting hand of the valet.

Despite the best efforts of the management of the club, a few determined photographers were visible in the distance, with their long-lensed cameras taking pictures of celebrities arriving and departing, hoping for some juicy photos they could sell to gossip tabloids and entertainment shows. By now, Tom was accustomed to their presence, even though they were highly annoying. Sometimes, Becca deliberately baited the paparazzi, but not tonight. She just ignored them.

Inside, he recoiled momentarily from the noise that assaulted his ears. The music was loud, and the crowd was as boisterous as usual. Of course, as soon as people recognized Becca, it seemed to get louder as everyone seemed to want to get her attention to say hello. It was a gauntlet of greetings and hugs as Becca led Tom by the hand toward a table that had two empty seats.

"Julie, Erica," Becca shouted over the music, "I'd like you to meet Tom." She helped herself to a chair.

"Nice to meet you," Tom shouted to the girls.

"So all those rumors about you two are true?" Julie speculated.

Tom's eyes widened in surprise at the blunt question, but Becca just smiled. "He's keeping me company."

"Yeah," Erica laughed, "the media are all over that."

Becca glanced around, annoyed. "Where the hell is the waiter?" Not seeing one, she rose abruptly. "I'm going to find someone to get us some fucking drinks. Beer?" she asked Tom.

"Yeah, that's fine," Tom answered before Becca stormed off to give the wait-staff a piece of her mind.

"How did you two meet?" Erica asked.

"What is this, an inquisition?" Tom joked. "I was hiking a few months ago, and when I stopped to rest, I bumped into her. We talked for a bit, and then she invited me to her concert, and, well," he shrugged, "here I am."

"You must be pretty good if she's keeping you around," Julie said with a grin.

Tom's flushing cheeks weren't visible in the dim light of the club, which was fortunate because the girls' blunt talk was highly embarrassing to him. "Uh, that's um private," he stammered in reply.

The girls laughed again. "Yeah, right! We'll see how 'private' it is after she's had a few," Julie said.

"Yeah. I bet she tells us all the details."

Tom's embarrassment, which had been only moderate, went to an extreme at the thought of Becca telling them about their little fetish games or the pills he was taking that were making his chest a lot more sensitive. If she started to talk about that, he knew that he'd walk out rather than die of humiliation in front of Becca's friends.

"I found someone who'll get us drinks," Becca said proudly, returning to her seat. "What were you guys talking about?"

"Whether Tom is a good fuck or not," Erica stated simply.

"We figure he must be for you to keep him around. So is he?"

Becca glanced at Tom and saw the fear in his eyes. She grinned. "He's fucking fantastic!" she purred. "He knows how to push all my buttons." She glanced at Tom again and winked to let him know his secrets were safe.

He sighed with relief, at least for the moment. He was wearing a silky thong panty; he had very few choices since Becca had switched all his boxer shorts for a variety of colors and styles of panties, all silky and sexy. Most of the time, it didn't make much difference to him, but now, they were out in public, and Tom was nervous. He was also very self-conscious of his chest, where his nipples were getting a bit sensitive and seemed a little swollen.

The conversation was interrupted for a moment when the wait staff brought drinks for Becca and Tom. Becca took an eager, big gulp of her beer. Tom, feeling nervous still, merely sipped his.

"Oh? Maybe I should see for myself," Erica said, looking seductively at Tom.

"Hands off, bitch," Becca countered quickly but not angrily. "He's all mine!" From the banter, it was clear that the girls joked around a lot. Her eyes lit up, and she had a 'eureka' expression. "Hey, I can work with that idea!"

Julie frowned. "What idea?"

"'Hands off, bitch' sounds like a good theme for a song," Becca laughed. She gulped some more beer, and then turned to Tom and took his head between her hands. She gave him a big, sloppy, passionate kiss. "See where I get my ideas?" she laughed. "And thanks to my friends getting greedy for my man." She took another swig of beer and then kissed Tom again.

Tom glanced at Julie and Erica, noticing that they seemed amused by the spectacle. He wondered how many others were paying attention to Becca's antics. He also nervously wondered how all those people and the entertainment media, would react if they discovered that he was wearing a pair of Becca's silk panties. He couldn't help worrying that Becca might get too drunk and talk too much.

As the night wore on, Becca danced quite a bit with Tom and then with Julie and Erica. She was getting more than a little drunk and having a good time. When she was at the table with Tom, she was getting quite frisky, rubbing her hand on his thigh beneath the table and whispering suggestively that she really couldn't wait to get home for some fun.

When Becca and Julie were dancing, Erica chatted happily, all the while gazing at Tom. "You must have something special to keep her interest like you do," she observed after a bit.

Tom just shrugged. "I guess so," he answered.

Before he could do anything, Erica leaned over and kissed him. He recoiled, and she giggled. "Can't you give me a taste of what she sees in you?"

"No," Tom said quickly.

"Oh, go ahead and give her a fucking kiss," Becca laughed over Tom's shoulder. He spun, startled by her reappearance. "She'll never get what I get!"

Tom turned and saw Erica leering at him. "Come on," she purred. "Make me melt."

Tom glanced at Erica, then back at Becca, who was grinning and nodding.

"Let's go dance, and you can kiss me while we're dancing," Erica giggled. She stood and grabbed Tom's hand.

"You could use a little practice dancing," Becca suggested teasingly. "You are a little stiff and not the good kind," she added with a giggle, to which the other girls guffawed.

Tom felt his cheeks flush at her blunt comment. "Oh, what the fuck," Tom muttered. He rose and walked with Erica to the dance floor.

She laughed as they danced, telling him to lighten up as she ground her body seductively against him. After a minute or so of the sexual grinding by her, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to kiss him, all the while continuing to rub her body against his. He wasn't feeling as passionate as he was when he was kissing Becca, but Erica was. She was giving it her all, and he realized that Erica's attention was arousing him greatly.

They walked back to the table when the dance ended, Erica eagerly holding Tom's hand.

"Well?" Becca asked with a grin.

"Damn," Erica said softly as she eased into her chair. "I can see why you keep him around. I damn near came just from kissing him."

"I told you he was fucking good!" Becca grinned. "Now hands-off. He's mine." She grabbed Tom and kissed him deeply again.

Much later, to Tom's relief, Becca had enough and wanted to go home, but not before Julie had taken her turn trying to seduce him on the dance floor while locking her lips to his. He assumed that Becca was showing off and trying to make them jealous. As they walked out of the club, Becca staggering slightly and leaning heavily on Tom's arm, Tom was grateful that he'd been nursing drinks. He had two beers, while Becca had probably had eight or more.

"You drive," Becca said with a grin. "I think I'm a little too drunk. I'd hate to get another fucking ticket." She frowned. "Going to court really sucks."

"I bet the media would have a field day with that."

"I don't really give a shit about them. It's all the court crap and the fine and community service stuff that really sucks."

Tom escorted her to the valet station, where they waited while the valet retrieved her car. While they waited, she was hanging all over him, whispering suggestively in his ear while she rubbed herself on him and rubbing her hand on his nipples. As soon as the car pulled up, Tom walked her to the passenger side and helped her in. As he circled the car to get behind the wheel, he saw the valet give him a knowing grin and wink.

"How are things in the office?" Tom asked. He was lounging by the pool, relaxing and taking in a little sun while he talked with his friend.

"It's busy, as usual," Ken replied. "What about you? Are you getting worn out with the celebrity lifestyle? I suppose you're at some ritzy store or show or something right now." He sounded more than a little envious.

Tom laughed. "Actually, I'm resting by Becca's pool."

"The office is full of rumors about you," Ken reported.

"What have you added to those?" Tom sounded suspicious of his friend.

"I haven't told anyone about you and your arrangement," Ken quickly said. "But it's been tempting, especially when some of the rumors and gossip get going."

"So where are people getting rumor-fodder?"

Ken roared with laughter. "Haven't you been watching any of the entertainment shows? Man, your picture with Becca has been all over that news. There's a lot of speculation about you. Do you know they've even identified you and have reported on your troubles with Katie?"

"Becca taught me not to give a fuck what those stupid shits in the media say."

Ken gasped at Tom's language; until very recently, he'd been pretty straight-laced, including the jokes he told and his use of profanity. He decided to change the subject. "You look pretty good in the pictures," Ken noted. "You've lost a lot of weight."

Tom chuckled. "Almost thirty-five pounds so far. But it's not easy; I'm working out with Becca's trainer four or five times a week, and the food her cook prepares is pretty healthy. Do you know, the last time she was at a concert, I had a nice juicy burger, and I hated it? It was too greasy, and yuck!"

"Don't tell me she's got you eating the same vegetarian diet?" Ken asked, his voice echoing disbelief.

"Vegan diet," Tom corrected him. "If I didn't know better, I'd never guess it's vegan," Tom said. "Her cook is fantastic, and it's a lot healthier for me."

"I overheard a couple of girls at work wishing that you weren't with her. They think you look pretty good, and I gather they'd like to take Winter's place."

Tom chuckled. "They can get in line."

"So what's it like being part of the celebrity scene? Lots of parties and such, I suspect?"

"Jealous?"

"Well, duh! I'm an engineer, remember? Our kind of crowd is nowhere near the celebrity crowd you're running around with now."

"We've been to a few parties, and I've been to a few of her concerts with her. I'm amazed at how much work Becca puts into her performances. She's exhausted by the time she gets off the stage."

"How long are you going to be with her?" Ken was obviously curious and envious of Tom's arrangement. "The word is that you and Katie separated for a year."

"Yup."

"Then what? You go back to your boring, hum-drum, engineer life with Katie?"

Tom shrugged, a gesture unseen over the phone. "I don't know. I doubt I can go back to Katie after this, though."

"It sounds like this is really screwing up your life."

"I'll just have to deal with that when the time comes. For now, Becca and I avoid the subject as much as we can. It's not fun to think of what will happen when the year is over." Tom was surprised at how much he loathed thinking of the end of their agreement. Becca was too much fun to be with.