More Than A Fan - Chapter 4

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"You were right about the diet," Tom said. "I'm finally losing my belly fat." In almost three weeks, he'd lost eighteen pounds, and it showed. His hair was styled in a daring style, almost a little punk, unlike the plain, drab haircut he'd had when he first arrived, and he was wearing far more comfortable clothes. If he'd had been in his engineering job, he would have needed a haircut a couple of weeks earlier. As it was, Becca wanted him to let his hair get longer still so he could have a really rebellious style. He was slowly starting to look like the type of companion one would associate with Winter instead of the boring engineer he had been.

"Told you so," she said with a grin. "By the way, do you think the supplements are working?"

Tom grinned. "What do you think?"

Becca lay back on her bed, her legs spread apart invitingly. "Enough small talk. Let's get kinky!"

Tom bent over her and began to kiss her passionately, starting with her seductive lips, then working his way down to her neck and dawdling on her firm, modest breasts. Slowly, his lips worked down toward her navel, but she suddenly stopped him, preventing him from going further. Tom sat up, confused. "I thought you really liked it when"

Becca smiled, but there was something in her eyes. "I do. You're really creative, and you make me feel so good."

"But?"

Becca sighed. "I guess it's true that engineer types really are more observant. I didn't think you'd be so quick to be able to read me." She sighed again. "It's just your facial hair."

"But I keep myself clean-shaven," Tom said, confused.

"Yeah," Becca said softly, trying not to sound offensive. "But it grows pretty fast, and it's pretty scratchy on my thighs," she said reluctantly. "It takes away from the fun."

"I'll go shave," Tom offered, starting to push himself off the bed.

Becca held him, keeping him from rising from atop her. "Let's just do it plain," she said. "When we want to be spontaneous, it's hard for me to get in the mood when your face is sanding the insides of my thighs or if you have to run off and shave first." She sighed. "But  I suppose I can get used to just plain sex." She seemed to be pouting a bit.

Tom sighed. They'd lost the passion of only moments ago, and he was frustrated. "I can't help it."

"I know," Becca sighed, and then she brightened like she had an idea. "Maybe" She stopped, shaking her head. "Nah, that wouldn't work."

"What?"

"Well, Olay makes a special cream for women's facial hair," Becca continued, sounding a bit uncertain and even nervous. "It's supposed to be like Nair, but for the face. It'd keep your hairy whiskers from being a problem for a few days. It's supposed to make your skin softer and smoother, too. You'd have such a smooth baby face rubbing on me!" Becca purred, letting Tom know that she would really be pleased if he had baby-soft cheeks.

Tom perked up. It sounded like a solution. "But what about when it starts growing back?"

Becca rolled her eyes and laughed. "Didn't you ever notice that women use Nair every few days?"

Tom's brow furrowed in thought. "I suppose."

Becca's face lit up. She wriggled from underneath him and grabbed his hand. "Let's go."

"What?" Tom asked, suddenly suspicious.

Becca tried to look sheepish. "I was going to ask you later, so I got the cream in case you wanted to try it." She beamed. "But we can start now. And then" She pulled him close, kissing him passionately as she rubbed her hand on his crotch.

Tom felt the fog of arousal confusing his thoughts as she rubbed him seductively. "I always hated shaving," he said, not sure if he was trying to convince himself or please her.

"I had the garage tow away that boring thing you called a car," Becca announced suddenly at lunch. "It didn't fit my our images."

"But" Tom started to protest. "I need a car to get around."

"And we'll get you something a little more suitable," Becca said with a grin.

"Please don't make me drive the Prius," Tom begged. "I look like a dweeb in that thing!"

"I promise," Becca said, holding her right hand erect and her left as if it were on a bible. "I swear." She couldn't contain her mirth any longer, and she started giggling. "In fact, I have a surprise for you out in the garage."

Tom's curiosity was piqued. "What?" he asked, struggling to contain his nervousness and excitement. So far, Becca had been more than generous with a new wardrobe, her trainer, her chef, her counselor, and her hairstylist. He felt like he was being overly pampered.

"Close your eyes," Becca said teasingly when they got to the door of the garage.

After a few weeks with Becca and her unusual tastes, Tom knew there would be a surprise, and she wasn't going to do anything harmful to him. She might be a little rough, kinky, and dominating in their bedroom play, but she was also very tender and caring toward him all the time, even when she was playing dominatrix. Without hesitation, Tom closed his eyes.

Becca took him by the hand and led him into the garage. He knew it was a four-car garage; Becca had her blue Maserati Quattroporte, a red Mercedes-Benz SL63, a Prius, and Tom's little Mazda had taken the fourth bay. Now, if it was gone, Tom strongly suspected that the 'surprise' involved a car.

He wasn't disappointed. When he opened his eyes, he beheld a black Benz SL63, matching Becca's, sitting where his Mazda had been. "You're kidding!" he exclaimed, surprised at what he saw.

Becca smiled warmly. "If you're with me, you need a car that suits your new look and style, and that goes with the image we've created, too." She dangled a key fob in front of him. "It's yours."

Tom couldn't help giving her an enthusiastic, heartfelt hug, spinning her around as his lips eagerly sought hers. "It's you didn't have to do this for me!" he protested, but weakly, surprised almost beyond words at the generosity of her gift.

"I promised you a year of fun and adventure. I figured this would help the fun part." Becca grinned and kissed him again, a deep French kiss that left the two of them breathless when she was done.

Tom wiggled his eyebrows. "I like your other idea of fun better," he said with a knowing grin, "but I won't turn down a Benz." He kissed her again, more passionately than before.

"How about if you express your thanks upstairs?" Becca whispered in his ear as he eagerly embraced her. "And then, we'll go for a drive? I was thinking of going to a club tonight, so you'll have a chance to drive me tonight."

"First things first," Tom said, smiling, as he took her hand and led her back into the house and then up the staircase toward their bedrooms.

"What are your plans for the day?" Tom asked as they ate breakfast at an intimate table setting. Any meals they had at her home, no matter how plain, were set for privacy and intimacy.

Becca swallowed a bite of whole-wheat toast and washed it down with a swig of juice. "I've got to work on my new video this morning," she said, "but I was planning on working at home this afternoon on a couple of new songs I'm writing." She licked her lips seductively. "And you know how I get when I'm writing, don't you?"

Tom grinned. "I got a couple of rose thorns in my ass when you tackled me in the garden," he said, recalling the passion with which she'd attacked him sexually.

"I thought I was so good that you wouldn't remember that," Becca said with a smile.

"I am curious about a couple of things," Tom said with a bit of a frown. "Is there something in my vitamins and supplements that's making me so aroused all the time?"

"Are you complaining?" she asked with a giggle.

Tom shook his head quickly. "No, not at all. I was just curious."

"It's just an herbal supplement called 'Horny Goat Weed'," she giggled at the name. "And after the first week, when I realized I was wearing you out, my doctor got some daily Cialis for you so you could keep up with me."

Tom thought a second about the fact that she was medicating him without his consent. On the other hand "I guess it's okay," he said, getting aroused again when he thought of her possibly seducing him in the afternoon. He had wondered why she was so easily able to arouse him, even after they'd had sex once or twice earlier in the day. He felt like he was eighteen again. He couldn't help but smile.

"Good," Becca said, relieved. "I'm sorry I forgot to tell you. I promise I'm always checking with my doctor first, so you don't get something that'd be bad for you."

"Oh. That explains why I'm getting a checkup every couple of weeks." Tom thought about the checkups. Most of the lab work was standard and innocuous, but the doctor had been insisting on a sperm sample as well, which had confused and embarrassed him. Now, it made sense; the doctor wanted to make sure he wasn't losing any virility. "Still, it would be a little more comfortable if your doctor wasn't a woman."

"You didn't seem to mind being dominated by a woman last night," Becca said playfully.

Tom laughed. "That was different. The doctor wasn't trying to seduce me."

"I don't just try," Becca replied confidently.

Unlike the last time he'd hiked to this small clearing, Tom wasn't out of breath, despite the fact that Becca had kept a very fast, almost grueling pace as she led on the trail.

"Your trainer is a miracle worker," Tom noted when they paused. "Last time I hiked here, I was at least thirty pounds heavier, and I struggled on the last part, even though I thought I was in good shape."

Becca grinned. "I told you that a vegan diet would help you feel a lot healthier."

"One thing I don't know, though," Tom commented, easing himself back onto the large rock they'd shared before, "is whether my endurance is because of the exercise from the trainer or the exercise of trying to keep up; with you in the bedroom."

Becca grabbed the water bottle and squeezed hard, squirting water all over Tom. "You're bad," she laughed.

"And here I thought you always said that I was good," Tom laughed back.

Becca sat down, leaning toward him, her lips quickly meeting his. "You're both," she said in a husky voice as she kissed him. Tom wrapped his arms around her, holding her in place as he prolonged what she had intended as a short little kiss. They kissed long, with the tenderness that was quite unlike the frenzied, uncontrolled passion when they were making love. "Wow!" she exclaimed softly as they finished the extended kiss.

"Your pace hiking didn't take my breath away," Tom said, "but that sure did."

In answer, Becca leaned forward and kissed him again, her arms wrapping around his body and hugging tightly like she was trying to pull her very soul into the same space as his. "I thought you said you didn't remember how to be passionate," she said breathlessly as they broke again.

Tom looked bewildered for a moment, and then he laughed. "I didn't think I did," he admitted.

"What the hell was that then?" she asked. "If it wasn't putting all of yourself into those kisses, where did the passion come from?"

Tom shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. "I guess I remembered how to be passionate and daring with you."

"You know what," Becca said wistfully as they sat back on the rock, side-by-side.

"No. What?"

"I think you're more passionate about kissing when it's not just part of our foreplay."

"Oh?" Tom wasn't sure if he had been insulted or complimented.

Becca laughed. "Not like that. I mean, I really, really like it when we fuck. It's always so daring and adventurous."

"That's because you have a good imagination for bedroom games," Tom chuckled.

"But it was different just now. I don't know." Becca shook her head. "Sex is like a rush, you know? Like a quick high. It's like scratching an itch. But that it's like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cool night while your favorite chocolate melts in your mouth. It's comforting in a way that goes on and on, even after the kiss is over. It's a whole different feeling."

"So, are you saying that you'd rather we just made out cuddled on the couch?" Tom teased.

"Hell no!" Becca answered with a grin. "I enjoy sex too much, but maybe it'd be nice to spend some more time just talking and kissing like we are now. It seems like you're always finding a new way to make it fun to be with you."

Tom didn't answer but instead leaned forward and kissed Becca again.

The sound of people stumbling into the clearing interrupted the passionate exchange. Tom and Becca abruptly broke their kiss and turned, startled, to see a group of seven kids, who appeared to be in their late teens, staring at them.

"Well?" Tom asked gruffly, "Haven't you ever seen two people kissing before?"

"Um," one of the kids stammered, feeling embarrassed. "Well, yeah, but"

"Hey, aren't you?" one of the girls started to ask, staring at Becca with her eyes wide open, showing a sense of awe or disbelief.

"Aren't I who?" Becca interrupted, sounding a touch miffed that her privacy had been invaded.

"You're Winter, aren't you?" the startled teen girl finished her sentence.

Tom grinned. "Go on. I know you want to revel in your fame," he whispered in Becca's ear.

Becca looked at him, startled, and then turned back to the teens. "And if I am?" she asked.

"You're, like, my favorite singer!" the other girl exclaimed. "No one is going to believe that I met Winter while I was out hiking! This is so cool!"

In moments, a frenzy of noise burst forth as the teens swarmed around Winter, so she could autograph items for them. She'd learned, from long experience, to always carry a Sharpie marker with her, and she put it to use, signing shirts, caps, and even the cup of one girl's bra as she held her shirt up over her head. Clearly, getting an autograph from Winter was far more important to the girl than her modesty. After the autographs, Tom obliged the kids by using their cell phones to take their pictures with Becca, individually and as a group. He'd noticed that a couple of the guys had been taking photographs when Becca had signed the one girl's bra.

After all the autographing and photos were done, Becca smiled at the kids. "I hope you understand, but we have to go. We've got dinner plans and then a party at Ellen's tonight."

"You mean, like, Ellen Degeneres?" one girl practically screamed. "That's so awesome."

Becca shrugged. "She throws good parties, but you always have to be on your toes. She likes to play practical jokes on her guests." She strode to Tom's side.

He offered her the crook of his arm. "Shall we, milady?" he asked with a pleasant smile.

She clutched his arm with both hands, and the two set off on the trail, continuing their hike. After a while, the noise of excited teenagers faded.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Tom asked rhetorically.

"And you enjoyed seeing how envious the guys were of you, didn't you?"

Tom blushed. "Yeah. It was fun."

Becca leaned her head on his shoulder. "I think the fun part was before they interrupted us."

"Tom?" Becca's voice echoed through the house. "Tom?" She had just come in from the garage, and she looked quite frustrated.

"I'm in the study, on the computer," he answered.

She met him in the doorway, where he'd risen to meet him. Before he could say a word, she grabbed his head and kissed him passionately. "God, I'm horny," she said as she broke the kiss. She started to peel off Tom's clothing, but she stopped suddenly when she slid his pants down, and she frowned. "You're not wearing them," she said, her voice a mixture of anger and disappointment.

"I didn't think" Tom sputtered. "I thought it was only the other night!"

"I suppose," Becca admitted reluctantly. "But it was so exciting," she said, reminiscing. "The feel of you in silk panties got me so hot!" She let her hand roam down to his boxer shorts. "And I could tell that you really loved the feel of silk, didn't you?"

Tom swallowed uncomfortably. She wanted him to wear panties again? The part of him that was enjoying her touch was practically screaming 'so what!' in his brain. "I'll go put them on."

"Thank you," she purred, kissing him again. "I really, really like it when you wear them. Maybe," she started before shaking her head. "No, I suppose that would be too much to ask."

"What?" She'd piqued his curiosity.

Becca shrugged. "Since its underwear, I was just thinking that it'd be interesting if you wore them all the time, to help our spontaneity. And I was thinking of how excited you get from the feel of silk," she added. "But that's probably too much to ask of you."

"Since no one could see what I'm wearing," Tom found himself saying, to his astonishment, "I don't think it would hurt." He was surprised that he actually wanted to comply with her request. The silky, soft underwear made him feel very aroused.

Becca gave him another French kiss. "Thank you for being so understanding and willing," she said as she disengaged from the kiss.

Tom smiled. "I better hurry and put them on before you get out of the mood then." He dashed up the stairs to his bedroom to quickly put on a pair of her silk panties.