anonymous
10-25-2007, 05:16 PM
Hotel California: What a Girl Really Wants"
Chapter Number: One (in a series of three to five)
Story by: The Unknown Writer
Starring celebrity: Amanda Bynes
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Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. This story contains graphic sexual content. If you are under 18, click the back button now. The stories on this site are an embarrassment to writing, no offense to any of those writers. If this story is too "wordy," get over it! It is fictional, as I stated, but it is intended to be believable fiction. This storyline MAY also become a short series (probably about three to five), but I have not decided. Again, if you are under 18, stop reading NOW!!!!
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As the sun set over the Pacific Ocean, Andrew sat in a lounge chair, overlooking this wondrous sight. He breathed a large sigh of relief. Moving from the east coast to the west coast was the most exhausting thing he had ever done in his life. Andrew came from a slightly wealthy family, although he never realized it until very recently. He grew up in New England, and really never traveled much outside of the Northeast. His father was the owner of his own software company. His mother was a physical therapist and enjoyed her own success.
Although his parents' successful professional careers led to a very comfortable lifestyle, his parents weren't around much for many of his childhood events. This "level of comfort" led to the choice of almost any college in the nation, and his absent parents led him to Los Angeles. He loved his parents, about once he graduated from high school; he decided it was time to move on. His father was upset by his son's decision, but he did help Andrew get a beautiful condo overlooking a private beach, move Andrew's thing to the west coast, and assisted in Andrew's adaptation to his new environment. Once he confirmed Andrew's acceptance to USC, Andrew's father flew back to the east coast.
As the summer breeze gently blew through his hair, Andrew laughed to himself. To think that a freshman would live in a place like this, it was almost surreal. Andrew looked at his watch; it was 6:20. A wave of hunger washed over Andrew, so he decided to explore his new "backyard."
The streets around Santa Monica were alive with activity. Although Andrew was extremely pleased with his new home thus far, he quickly concluded that Los Angeles was a little overrated. He noticed that the streets were doted with, or what looked like, formal restaurants. Andrew was in the mood for seafood, and spotted a restaurant called "The Beach House," and it looked like it would meet his high demands for fine food. Satisfied with his selection, he pulled his *** into the nearest parking space.
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Andrew sat in the restaurant, completely stuffed. The pecan-encrusted salmon he ordered was the best meal he had in ages. The overbearing waiter handed him the bill. Andrew looked it over, pulled his ****** card out, and handed it back to the waiter. The waiter spouted some stale complement and walked off, promising to return shortly. I'll wait with breathless anticipation, Andrew thought sarcastically. He never did like the food service industry, or the people who worked in that industry.
He did enjoy cooking however. After he graduated high school, Andrew went to cooking school for two years, and excelled at the craft. He was a four-star certified chef before the age of twenty-one. He liked cooking, but quickly decided that the restaurant business was not for him. Three months of working in a four-star hotel proved to be too stressful and not enjoyable enough to stick with cooking professionally. That's when he decided to go to college and become a writer, a skill that served him in high school well.
The serenity of the evening was broken when Andrew's cell phone went off. He looked at the caller ID, and his face lit up, and he answered the phone quickly. "Hello?"
"Hey, man. It's Jason."
"Jason!!!! What's up, loser?"
"Very funny," Jason said. "I heard you're finally out here in LA. I was wondering if we could hang out tomorrow. I could show you around the university."
"That would be awesome," Andrew said. "How about tomorrow morning, around 11:00?"
"Sounds great, talk to you then." The phone clicked off.
The waiter returned to Andrew's table handed him the check, and walked away. Andrew opened the leather book and began to sign the bill, but he stopped suddenly. Something, or more importantly, someone, caught his eye. A beautiful brunette was walking towards him. She looked not much younger than himself, but Andrew couldn't shake the feeling that he has seen this girl before.
Before she reached his table, she turned to walk towards the bathroom. Before Andrew rose to walk out, but before he could make an attempt to leave, the girl caught his gaze. Andrew froze, stunned by her beauty. She stopped for a moment, gave Andrew a smile, and continued on. After a few moments, Andrew composed himself and began to rise again. Still stunned by the unknown girl, Andrew staggered to his car and drove home.
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"So, do you think you'll like it here?" Jason asked, as he and Andrew climbed out of Jason's car and walked towards Andrew's house.
"Yeah, I like USC, it's an awesome school."
"I knew you would, how have you been adjusting?"
Andrew motioned Jason to follow him, and unlocked his front door. "Pretty well, I think," Andrew paused and looked away in the distance.
"Oh no, who is she?" Jason asked with an inquisitive grin, as they both walked into the living room and sat down.
"That's just it, I didn't get her name. In fact, I didn't even talk to her. She just looked at me and smiled at me. I know it sounds stupid, but I can't get her out of my mind. Are you sure there's no one living here from high school?" Andrew asked.
"I'm positive; it's just me and you. Could it have been someone famous?"
"I don't think so, she looked a little young. If she was, I've never really heard of her. I don't know young actresses very well." Andrew admitted.
"Well, maybe you should get to know some names. You never know who you'll bump into," Jason said, smiling. "Listen," Jason said with resolve. "We are going out tomorrow night. Why don't you go to the mall and get something decent to wear, ok?"
"Whatever," Andrew said. Jason walked out and drove away. Andrew freshened up in the bathroom, grabbed some extra money, and headed out again.
On the exterior, the Century City Shopping Center was not unlike any other mall Andrew has seen in his short life. When he walked in, however, he was quite surprised by what he saw. He was greeted by the expected hoard of teenage girls, barely old enough to talk, let alone date. Instead of sneaker and sporting-goods stores, however, he saw in this open-air shopping mall was upscale clothing boutiques and coffee shops. They don't have this in Boston, he though to himself.
Andrew walked into one of the clothing stores and was greeted by one of the clerks. He told the young lady what he wanted, and she diligently went to work. As he waited, Andrew looked around. His eyes stopped at the cash register, where he saw the unknown beautiful brunette from the night before. She saw him and smiled again. Before he could do anything, however, the clerk returned, and whisked Andrew away into a dressing room.
"Just let me know if I can get you anything more, ok?" the clerk said.
"Actually, could you tell-"
"Ah, hold on, sir. I'll be right back." The clerk walked away quickly.
Some help, Andrew thought. He had to find out who that girl was. He couldn't help shake the feeling that he has seen her before. Andrew tried to shake the thought of her from his mind and procceeded to try on the clothes. Happy eith the selection, Andrew exited the dressing room and moved to the check-out counter.
"Did you find everything you wanted, sir?" the clerk asked.
"Um…" Andrew paused and almost asked her about the girl he saw, but decided that the woman clerk could not help him. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."
Once he purchased those "decent" clothes, Andrew wanted to get something to drink before he left. He stopped at a smoothie shop near the exit of the mall. He ordered a strawberry smoothie, and as he waited, his gaze ventured off into the distance. His trance was broken by the attendant, who placed a large cup in front of him, and a soothing feminine voice from behind him.
"If I didn't know any better, I would think I have a stalker," the voice said.
Andrew turned into the face that was haunting his every thought. The girl was so beautiful, sporting a white spaghetti-strap top that showed off her cleavage. Her hands draped beside her long, gorgeous legs, which were covered by extremely tight blue jeans. Andrew's jaw dropped slightly, as he stuttered unintelligible words to the girl.
"Weren't you at the Beach House last night?" the girl asked with a smile.
"Yyy--yes. My name is Andrew Smith."
"Hi, Andrew Smith. I'm Amanda," the girl said, still smiling.
"Hello, Amanda," he stammered. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"You might. I kinda did some movies and I in a television show. I'm Amanda By-"
"Amanda Bynes," Andrew interrupted, blushing slightly. "Nice to meet you."
"You're pretty cute, Andrew Smith. May I join you?" Amanda asked.
"Sure, of course."
"Great, let me get something to drink." Amanda ordered another strawberry smoothie, and the two sat down.
"So, Andrew," Amanda asked. "Are you new to LA?"
"Is it that obvious?"
Amanda smiled again, sipping her smoothie. "Sort of. Where are you from and what brings you to my town?"
"I'm from Boston area. I'm enrolling into USC in the fall. I'm majoring in creative writing," Andrew stated firmly.
"Really? I like writing, but I don't get to do it much, since I'm acting and all," Amanda said. "I don't know if I'll go to college. I just don't have the time. How old are you?"
"I'm twenty. How old are you, if I may ask?"
"I just turned eighteen a few months ago," Amanda said with a big smile. The two sat there in the café, talking like old friends. Amanda described what it was like to work with Jennie Garth, and on a popular WB sitcom.
"Well, that's awesome," said Andrew.
"Thanks. Well, I have to go," Amanda stated with a hint of sadness. She handed Andrew a small piece of paper. "Here is my phone number, give me a call sometime soon, ok?"
"You can count on it," Andrew said. Amanda smiled and walked out of the shop, leaving Andrew alone with the piece of paper, and a new sense of confidence.
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"I can't believe that, how could be so lucky?" Jason asked, with jealousy injected in his voice.
"I know!" Andrew said excitedly. "I can't believe she even spoke to me after the way I reacted to her. She probably though I was retarded or something."
"If she only knew… I hate you, dude."
"Shut up, you're just jealous."
"So what if I am? You always get the girl. Next time, float some of the action my way, ok?" Jason's voice changed from slightly upset to interested and inquisitive. "Are you going to call her tonight?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Great, have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do," joked Jason, and the phone went dead.
Andrew retrieved the paper with Amanda's phone number, took a deep breath, and dialed her number.
"Hello?" asked Amanda.
"Hey Amanda, its Andrew Smith."
"Oh, hi Andrew! I was hoping you would call. What's up?"
"Nothing much. I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight."
"I would love to! What do you want to do?" Amanda asked eagerly.
"I'm not sure. Do you know any good places to eat?"
"I think I know just the place, what time do you want to meet?"
"How does seven sound?"
"That sounds perfect, see you then."
"Great, see you tonight." Andrew hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair, wearing the biggest smile of his life.
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As the weeks passed, Andrew and Amanda continued to see each other. They were perfect for each other, both liking the same things. One night, Andrew invited Amanda over to his place. He was going to cook her dinner, promising to appeal to her picky tastes.
"I love a guy who can cook," Amanda said over the phone. "I'll be over in a few minutes."
While waiting for her, Andrew walked into his bedroom, sat in a chair, and pulled out his guitar. He began to play "Hotel California," a song on his mind as of late. Although Andrew loved LA so far, he still was unsure if this place was right for him, even though he knew he was happier than he was back in Boston. Once Andrew hit the chorus of the song, however, he was suddenly startled by a voice behind him, causing him to drop the pick inside the guitar's belly.
"You can write. You can cook. You can play the guitar. Is there anything you can't do?" Amanda asked, giggling.
"I can't ski," Andrew joked, shaking the guitar, trying to free the pick from the belly. "I also can't get this stupid pick out."
"I'm sorry about scaring you. The door was open and I heard you playing and singing."
"It's okay, sweetie," Andrew said as the pick dropped to the ground. Andrew placed the pick on his end-table, the turned to face Amanda. She was beautiful, wearing a tight, light pink blouse, contrasted sharply by a black mini-skirt and black sandals.
Amanda sniffed the air around her. "I smell something good, is dinner ready?"
"Yes, of course. Follow me," Andrew said, leading her to the dining room. The small table was set with two dinner plates, separated by two white candles. Andrew pulled out a chair for Amada to sit in, and she obliged. "Now, I'll be right back," Andrew said, disappearing for a moment, returning with the two plates of Italian food and a bottle of wine.
"Are you trying to get me drunk? Amanda asked playfully.
"No," Andrew protested. "I just thought that this was a special occasion. Do you mind?"
Amanda shook her head. "Of course not."
The couple sat and ate in the quiet, seldom talking, but enjoying the food, and the company of each other. They eventually finished, and Andrew removed Amanda's plate. Amanda then rose and walked out to the balcony, overlooking the Pacific sunset. Andrew appeared from the kitchen and joined her.
"Oh wow. What a beautiful view," Amanda said with wonder in her eyes.
"I know, I come out here sometimes and relax."
Amanda turned and faced Andrew. "I need to relax right now." Amanda leaned in and kissed Andrew softly on his lips. She broke the kiss after a few seconds, blushing slightly. "I'm sorry. It's just-"
"It's alright," Andrew interrupted, stroking Amanda's face gently. "I don't mind. In fact, I've enjoyed the past few weeks with you."
"I have, too." Amanda looked back out to the ocean for a moment, and stared giggling. "And you know, it's about to get a whole lot more enjoyable. Come with me."
She grabbed Andrew's hand and led him into his bedroom. She wrapped her arms around him and passionately kissed him. Andrew ran his and slowly down her back. Andrew broke the kiss and walked over towards the bed.
"This isn't the wine talking, is it?"
"Maybe," Amanda said, smiling. "Then again, maybe it's me, saying I've been wanting to do this since the day I first saw you." With that she sat Andrew down on his bed and stood in front of him. She began unbuttoning her pink blouse, revealing her black bra as the blouse fell to the floor. She then reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and let it fall to the ground as well.
Amanda's breasts were the perfect size; they weren't large, but they weren't small, either. They were perky and round, perfectly accenting her nipples, which poked out a good quarter inch. She continued to completely strip, unzipping her mini-skirt and letting it drop to the ground. She wore a black thong that matched her bra. She hooked her thumbs around the straps of her thong, turned around, and gently pulled them to the ground. Her ass was almost perfect, Andrew noted to himself happily. It was firm and round, a product of her athletic lifestyle. She walked over to the bed and kissed Andrew on the lips, darting her tongue to the back of his mouth. Andrew grabbed her face and kissed her harder, gently running his hands down her body. Holding the kiss, Andrew ran his hand across one of Amanda's breasts and gently kneaded it like a ball of dough. Amanda moaned into Andrew's mouth as he rubbed her nipple and continued to play with her breast.
Then, Andrew started to kiss down her neck and chest, stopping at her breasts, and sucked on her nipples gently. Amanda put her hands on the back of Andrew's head and pushed her breasts into his face. He continued to suck hard, going back and forth between her nipples. Andrew them got on his knees and started to kiss Amanda's belly, causing her to moan softly and shoot her head back in ecstasy. After a while, Amanda stepped back, grabbed Andrew's hands, and stood him up. She dropped to her knees, unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the hard wood floor.
Amanda looked at Andrew, passion ablaze in her eyes. "Are you ready for me?" she asked quietly.
Andrew nodded, running his hand through Amanda's long, brown hair. Amanda pulled Andrew's boxers down and threw them across the room. She took his cock into her hands and started stroking it, sending waves of pleasure through Andrew's body. Amanda stuck her tongue out, sliding it all around the head of his cock. She then moved her mouth onto Andrew's hard cock, took it in her mouth, and began bobbing her head up and down slowly, looking up at Andrew while she did it. Amanda adjusted to the rest of his cock as she continued to move in, until her nose brushed up against Andrew's body. Amanda held that position there for a few seconds, then stuck her tongue out underneath his cock and started licking his balls.
"Oh, God. Amanda, don't stop," Andrew moaned loudly.
Amanda obliged. She continued to move up and down slowly on Andrew's cock, until she felt it begin to throb. Amanda quickly removed her mouth from Andrew's cock and stood up. She kissed him passionately, pushing him back towards the bed. Andrew spun Amanda around and lifted her up onto the bed. He then started to kiss down her stomach, running his tongue to her wet, almost bald pussy. Amanda moaned, her juices already flowing, as Andrew inserted his tongue into her pussy. He started at the bottom of her pussy, slowly moving up and down before he got to her clit. Once there, Andrew started flicking his tongue over her clit, watching Amanda squirm as she continued to moan loudly. Andrew took Amanda's clit into his mouth and sucked on it hard, grabbing it with his teeth and pulling on it as Amanda started closing her legs around him. Amanda, unable to last a moment longer, released Andrew and pulled him on top of her.
"Go easy on me," she said with a smile. "I haven't had that many sexual partners."
"I haven't either," Andrew admitted. "I'll be gentle." He slowly slid his rigid cock into her pussy. Amanda winced in pleasure, wrapping her legs around Andrew's back. She was beginning to lose control, her moans permeating the air around them. Andrew began pumping slowly into Amanda's tight pussy, causing her to get louder with every push.
Andrew slid his hands under Amanda back as he continued pumping. They rolled around the bed almost falling off. They rolled again, until Amanda was on top. Pulling the covers over them, she squirmed above Andrew, trying desperately to move more of his cock into her. Her face was an expression of pure pleasure, her mouth gaping open and her eyes half-closed. As Andrew continued to pump into her, Amanda began to sit up. She placed her hands on Andrew's chest for support, and began to slowly rise and fall, matching Andrew's slow rhythm. Andrew ran his hands up Amanda's thighs, until he rested his grasp around her waist.
Amanda started going faster, as beads of perspiration cascaded down her beautiful breasts. As her speed increased, her moans became grunts and she became more verbal. "Yeah, that's it. Oh fuck yeah, baby," she breathed. Her breasts started giggling as she bounced with youthful exuberance, impaling herself over and over again with Andrew's long, hard cock. Andrew moved his hands over Amanda's firm ass. With his hands gripping her ass cheeks, Andrew began taking control again, thrusting his hips into her.
"Yes! Oh, fuck me! Faster! Harder!" Amanda cried. She then tilted her head back and arched her spine, almost ready to come. "AH! OH GOD! YES! YES!" she exclaimed, convulsing as her pussy constricted against Andrew's cock.
"Amanda, I'm coming!" Andrew said sharply.
"Do it!" she demanded, "I'm safe, you can cum in me!"
As Amanda was finishing her sentence, Andrew emptied his load into her, splashing his semen up her vaginal canal and into her young, limber, athletic body. Amanda shot her head straight back and screamed in pure orgasmic pleasure.
Amanda collapsed onto the bed and slid over to Andrew, resting her head on his chest. Andrew pulled the covers over the sweaty heap, and the two laid there in the silence.
"Oh my God, that was absolutely amazing." Amanda said in a husky voice.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Andrew said with a smile, kissing Amanda on the forehead. "Are you going to stay the night?"
"Yes, if that's okay. I came prepared," Amanda said, pointing to a small backpack propped up against the wall. "I brought a change of clothes, just in case."
Andrew looked stunned. "You planned this?"
"Well… yeah. I think I'm falling in love with you, but I wasn't sure what tonight would bring." Amanda smiled and kissed Andrew on the cheek. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
Amanda yawned and began drifting off to sleep, so the two embraced again and fell unconscious. Before completely falling asleep, Andrew looked at the beautiful girl laying in his arms, and couldn't believe what happened that night, wishing it would never end. Wearing a smile, he then fell into his private dreamworld, reliving his experience for the rest of the night.
Chapter Number: One (in a series of three to five)
Story by: The Unknown Writer
Starring celebrity: Amanda Bynes
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Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. This story contains graphic sexual content. If you are under 18, click the back button now. The stories on this site are an embarrassment to writing, no offense to any of those writers. If this story is too "wordy," get over it! It is fictional, as I stated, but it is intended to be believable fiction. This storyline MAY also become a short series (probably about three to five), but I have not decided. Again, if you are under 18, stop reading NOW!!!!
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As the sun set over the Pacific Ocean, Andrew sat in a lounge chair, overlooking this wondrous sight. He breathed a large sigh of relief. Moving from the east coast to the west coast was the most exhausting thing he had ever done in his life. Andrew came from a slightly wealthy family, although he never realized it until very recently. He grew up in New England, and really never traveled much outside of the Northeast. His father was the owner of his own software company. His mother was a physical therapist and enjoyed her own success.
Although his parents' successful professional careers led to a very comfortable lifestyle, his parents weren't around much for many of his childhood events. This "level of comfort" led to the choice of almost any college in the nation, and his absent parents led him to Los Angeles. He loved his parents, about once he graduated from high school; he decided it was time to move on. His father was upset by his son's decision, but he did help Andrew get a beautiful condo overlooking a private beach, move Andrew's thing to the west coast, and assisted in Andrew's adaptation to his new environment. Once he confirmed Andrew's acceptance to USC, Andrew's father flew back to the east coast.
As the summer breeze gently blew through his hair, Andrew laughed to himself. To think that a freshman would live in a place like this, it was almost surreal. Andrew looked at his watch; it was 6:20. A wave of hunger washed over Andrew, so he decided to explore his new "backyard."
The streets around Santa Monica were alive with activity. Although Andrew was extremely pleased with his new home thus far, he quickly concluded that Los Angeles was a little overrated. He noticed that the streets were doted with, or what looked like, formal restaurants. Andrew was in the mood for seafood, and spotted a restaurant called "The Beach House," and it looked like it would meet his high demands for fine food. Satisfied with his selection, he pulled his *** into the nearest parking space.
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Andrew sat in the restaurant, completely stuffed. The pecan-encrusted salmon he ordered was the best meal he had in ages. The overbearing waiter handed him the bill. Andrew looked it over, pulled his ****** card out, and handed it back to the waiter. The waiter spouted some stale complement and walked off, promising to return shortly. I'll wait with breathless anticipation, Andrew thought sarcastically. He never did like the food service industry, or the people who worked in that industry.
He did enjoy cooking however. After he graduated high school, Andrew went to cooking school for two years, and excelled at the craft. He was a four-star certified chef before the age of twenty-one. He liked cooking, but quickly decided that the restaurant business was not for him. Three months of working in a four-star hotel proved to be too stressful and not enjoyable enough to stick with cooking professionally. That's when he decided to go to college and become a writer, a skill that served him in high school well.
The serenity of the evening was broken when Andrew's cell phone went off. He looked at the caller ID, and his face lit up, and he answered the phone quickly. "Hello?"
"Hey, man. It's Jason."
"Jason!!!! What's up, loser?"
"Very funny," Jason said. "I heard you're finally out here in LA. I was wondering if we could hang out tomorrow. I could show you around the university."
"That would be awesome," Andrew said. "How about tomorrow morning, around 11:00?"
"Sounds great, talk to you then." The phone clicked off.
The waiter returned to Andrew's table handed him the check, and walked away. Andrew opened the leather book and began to sign the bill, but he stopped suddenly. Something, or more importantly, someone, caught his eye. A beautiful brunette was walking towards him. She looked not much younger than himself, but Andrew couldn't shake the feeling that he has seen this girl before.
Before she reached his table, she turned to walk towards the bathroom. Before Andrew rose to walk out, but before he could make an attempt to leave, the girl caught his gaze. Andrew froze, stunned by her beauty. She stopped for a moment, gave Andrew a smile, and continued on. After a few moments, Andrew composed himself and began to rise again. Still stunned by the unknown girl, Andrew staggered to his car and drove home.
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"So, do you think you'll like it here?" Jason asked, as he and Andrew climbed out of Jason's car and walked towards Andrew's house.
"Yeah, I like USC, it's an awesome school."
"I knew you would, how have you been adjusting?"
Andrew motioned Jason to follow him, and unlocked his front door. "Pretty well, I think," Andrew paused and looked away in the distance.
"Oh no, who is she?" Jason asked with an inquisitive grin, as they both walked into the living room and sat down.
"That's just it, I didn't get her name. In fact, I didn't even talk to her. She just looked at me and smiled at me. I know it sounds stupid, but I can't get her out of my mind. Are you sure there's no one living here from high school?" Andrew asked.
"I'm positive; it's just me and you. Could it have been someone famous?"
"I don't think so, she looked a little young. If she was, I've never really heard of her. I don't know young actresses very well." Andrew admitted.
"Well, maybe you should get to know some names. You never know who you'll bump into," Jason said, smiling. "Listen," Jason said with resolve. "We are going out tomorrow night. Why don't you go to the mall and get something decent to wear, ok?"
"Whatever," Andrew said. Jason walked out and drove away. Andrew freshened up in the bathroom, grabbed some extra money, and headed out again.
On the exterior, the Century City Shopping Center was not unlike any other mall Andrew has seen in his short life. When he walked in, however, he was quite surprised by what he saw. He was greeted by the expected hoard of teenage girls, barely old enough to talk, let alone date. Instead of sneaker and sporting-goods stores, however, he saw in this open-air shopping mall was upscale clothing boutiques and coffee shops. They don't have this in Boston, he though to himself.
Andrew walked into one of the clothing stores and was greeted by one of the clerks. He told the young lady what he wanted, and she diligently went to work. As he waited, Andrew looked around. His eyes stopped at the cash register, where he saw the unknown beautiful brunette from the night before. She saw him and smiled again. Before he could do anything, however, the clerk returned, and whisked Andrew away into a dressing room.
"Just let me know if I can get you anything more, ok?" the clerk said.
"Actually, could you tell-"
"Ah, hold on, sir. I'll be right back." The clerk walked away quickly.
Some help, Andrew thought. He had to find out who that girl was. He couldn't help shake the feeling that he has seen her before. Andrew tried to shake the thought of her from his mind and procceeded to try on the clothes. Happy eith the selection, Andrew exited the dressing room and moved to the check-out counter.
"Did you find everything you wanted, sir?" the clerk asked.
"Um…" Andrew paused and almost asked her about the girl he saw, but decided that the woman clerk could not help him. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."
Once he purchased those "decent" clothes, Andrew wanted to get something to drink before he left. He stopped at a smoothie shop near the exit of the mall. He ordered a strawberry smoothie, and as he waited, his gaze ventured off into the distance. His trance was broken by the attendant, who placed a large cup in front of him, and a soothing feminine voice from behind him.
"If I didn't know any better, I would think I have a stalker," the voice said.
Andrew turned into the face that was haunting his every thought. The girl was so beautiful, sporting a white spaghetti-strap top that showed off her cleavage. Her hands draped beside her long, gorgeous legs, which were covered by extremely tight blue jeans. Andrew's jaw dropped slightly, as he stuttered unintelligible words to the girl.
"Weren't you at the Beach House last night?" the girl asked with a smile.
"Yyy--yes. My name is Andrew Smith."
"Hi, Andrew Smith. I'm Amanda," the girl said, still smiling.
"Hello, Amanda," he stammered. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"You might. I kinda did some movies and I in a television show. I'm Amanda By-"
"Amanda Bynes," Andrew interrupted, blushing slightly. "Nice to meet you."
"You're pretty cute, Andrew Smith. May I join you?" Amanda asked.
"Sure, of course."
"Great, let me get something to drink." Amanda ordered another strawberry smoothie, and the two sat down.
"So, Andrew," Amanda asked. "Are you new to LA?"
"Is it that obvious?"
Amanda smiled again, sipping her smoothie. "Sort of. Where are you from and what brings you to my town?"
"I'm from Boston area. I'm enrolling into USC in the fall. I'm majoring in creative writing," Andrew stated firmly.
"Really? I like writing, but I don't get to do it much, since I'm acting and all," Amanda said. "I don't know if I'll go to college. I just don't have the time. How old are you?"
"I'm twenty. How old are you, if I may ask?"
"I just turned eighteen a few months ago," Amanda said with a big smile. The two sat there in the café, talking like old friends. Amanda described what it was like to work with Jennie Garth, and on a popular WB sitcom.
"Well, that's awesome," said Andrew.
"Thanks. Well, I have to go," Amanda stated with a hint of sadness. She handed Andrew a small piece of paper. "Here is my phone number, give me a call sometime soon, ok?"
"You can count on it," Andrew said. Amanda smiled and walked out of the shop, leaving Andrew alone with the piece of paper, and a new sense of confidence.
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"I can't believe that, how could be so lucky?" Jason asked, with jealousy injected in his voice.
"I know!" Andrew said excitedly. "I can't believe she even spoke to me after the way I reacted to her. She probably though I was retarded or something."
"If she only knew… I hate you, dude."
"Shut up, you're just jealous."
"So what if I am? You always get the girl. Next time, float some of the action my way, ok?" Jason's voice changed from slightly upset to interested and inquisitive. "Are you going to call her tonight?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Great, have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do," joked Jason, and the phone went dead.
Andrew retrieved the paper with Amanda's phone number, took a deep breath, and dialed her number.
"Hello?" asked Amanda.
"Hey Amanda, its Andrew Smith."
"Oh, hi Andrew! I was hoping you would call. What's up?"
"Nothing much. I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight."
"I would love to! What do you want to do?" Amanda asked eagerly.
"I'm not sure. Do you know any good places to eat?"
"I think I know just the place, what time do you want to meet?"
"How does seven sound?"
"That sounds perfect, see you then."
"Great, see you tonight." Andrew hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair, wearing the biggest smile of his life.
****
As the weeks passed, Andrew and Amanda continued to see each other. They were perfect for each other, both liking the same things. One night, Andrew invited Amanda over to his place. He was going to cook her dinner, promising to appeal to her picky tastes.
"I love a guy who can cook," Amanda said over the phone. "I'll be over in a few minutes."
While waiting for her, Andrew walked into his bedroom, sat in a chair, and pulled out his guitar. He began to play "Hotel California," a song on his mind as of late. Although Andrew loved LA so far, he still was unsure if this place was right for him, even though he knew he was happier than he was back in Boston. Once Andrew hit the chorus of the song, however, he was suddenly startled by a voice behind him, causing him to drop the pick inside the guitar's belly.
"You can write. You can cook. You can play the guitar. Is there anything you can't do?" Amanda asked, giggling.
"I can't ski," Andrew joked, shaking the guitar, trying to free the pick from the belly. "I also can't get this stupid pick out."
"I'm sorry about scaring you. The door was open and I heard you playing and singing."
"It's okay, sweetie," Andrew said as the pick dropped to the ground. Andrew placed the pick on his end-table, the turned to face Amanda. She was beautiful, wearing a tight, light pink blouse, contrasted sharply by a black mini-skirt and black sandals.
Amanda sniffed the air around her. "I smell something good, is dinner ready?"
"Yes, of course. Follow me," Andrew said, leading her to the dining room. The small table was set with two dinner plates, separated by two white candles. Andrew pulled out a chair for Amada to sit in, and she obliged. "Now, I'll be right back," Andrew said, disappearing for a moment, returning with the two plates of Italian food and a bottle of wine.
"Are you trying to get me drunk? Amanda asked playfully.
"No," Andrew protested. "I just thought that this was a special occasion. Do you mind?"
Amanda shook her head. "Of course not."
The couple sat and ate in the quiet, seldom talking, but enjoying the food, and the company of each other. They eventually finished, and Andrew removed Amanda's plate. Amanda then rose and walked out to the balcony, overlooking the Pacific sunset. Andrew appeared from the kitchen and joined her.
"Oh wow. What a beautiful view," Amanda said with wonder in her eyes.
"I know, I come out here sometimes and relax."
Amanda turned and faced Andrew. "I need to relax right now." Amanda leaned in and kissed Andrew softly on his lips. She broke the kiss after a few seconds, blushing slightly. "I'm sorry. It's just-"
"It's alright," Andrew interrupted, stroking Amanda's face gently. "I don't mind. In fact, I've enjoyed the past few weeks with you."
"I have, too." Amanda looked back out to the ocean for a moment, and stared giggling. "And you know, it's about to get a whole lot more enjoyable. Come with me."
She grabbed Andrew's hand and led him into his bedroom. She wrapped her arms around him and passionately kissed him. Andrew ran his and slowly down her back. Andrew broke the kiss and walked over towards the bed.
"This isn't the wine talking, is it?"
"Maybe," Amanda said, smiling. "Then again, maybe it's me, saying I've been wanting to do this since the day I first saw you." With that she sat Andrew down on his bed and stood in front of him. She began unbuttoning her pink blouse, revealing her black bra as the blouse fell to the floor. She then reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and let it fall to the ground as well.
Amanda's breasts were the perfect size; they weren't large, but they weren't small, either. They were perky and round, perfectly accenting her nipples, which poked out a good quarter inch. She continued to completely strip, unzipping her mini-skirt and letting it drop to the ground. She wore a black thong that matched her bra. She hooked her thumbs around the straps of her thong, turned around, and gently pulled them to the ground. Her ass was almost perfect, Andrew noted to himself happily. It was firm and round, a product of her athletic lifestyle. She walked over to the bed and kissed Andrew on the lips, darting her tongue to the back of his mouth. Andrew grabbed her face and kissed her harder, gently running his hands down her body. Holding the kiss, Andrew ran his hand across one of Amanda's breasts and gently kneaded it like a ball of dough. Amanda moaned into Andrew's mouth as he rubbed her nipple and continued to play with her breast.
Then, Andrew started to kiss down her neck and chest, stopping at her breasts, and sucked on her nipples gently. Amanda put her hands on the back of Andrew's head and pushed her breasts into his face. He continued to suck hard, going back and forth between her nipples. Andrew them got on his knees and started to kiss Amanda's belly, causing her to moan softly and shoot her head back in ecstasy. After a while, Amanda stepped back, grabbed Andrew's hands, and stood him up. She dropped to her knees, unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the hard wood floor.
Amanda looked at Andrew, passion ablaze in her eyes. "Are you ready for me?" she asked quietly.
Andrew nodded, running his hand through Amanda's long, brown hair. Amanda pulled Andrew's boxers down and threw them across the room. She took his cock into her hands and started stroking it, sending waves of pleasure through Andrew's body. Amanda stuck her tongue out, sliding it all around the head of his cock. She then moved her mouth onto Andrew's hard cock, took it in her mouth, and began bobbing her head up and down slowly, looking up at Andrew while she did it. Amanda adjusted to the rest of his cock as she continued to move in, until her nose brushed up against Andrew's body. Amanda held that position there for a few seconds, then stuck her tongue out underneath his cock and started licking his balls.
"Oh, God. Amanda, don't stop," Andrew moaned loudly.
Amanda obliged. She continued to move up and down slowly on Andrew's cock, until she felt it begin to throb. Amanda quickly removed her mouth from Andrew's cock and stood up. She kissed him passionately, pushing him back towards the bed. Andrew spun Amanda around and lifted her up onto the bed. He then started to kiss down her stomach, running his tongue to her wet, almost bald pussy. Amanda moaned, her juices already flowing, as Andrew inserted his tongue into her pussy. He started at the bottom of her pussy, slowly moving up and down before he got to her clit. Once there, Andrew started flicking his tongue over her clit, watching Amanda squirm as she continued to moan loudly. Andrew took Amanda's clit into his mouth and sucked on it hard, grabbing it with his teeth and pulling on it as Amanda started closing her legs around him. Amanda, unable to last a moment longer, released Andrew and pulled him on top of her.
"Go easy on me," she said with a smile. "I haven't had that many sexual partners."
"I haven't either," Andrew admitted. "I'll be gentle." He slowly slid his rigid cock into her pussy. Amanda winced in pleasure, wrapping her legs around Andrew's back. She was beginning to lose control, her moans permeating the air around them. Andrew began pumping slowly into Amanda's tight pussy, causing her to get louder with every push.
Andrew slid his hands under Amanda back as he continued pumping. They rolled around the bed almost falling off. They rolled again, until Amanda was on top. Pulling the covers over them, she squirmed above Andrew, trying desperately to move more of his cock into her. Her face was an expression of pure pleasure, her mouth gaping open and her eyes half-closed. As Andrew continued to pump into her, Amanda began to sit up. She placed her hands on Andrew's chest for support, and began to slowly rise and fall, matching Andrew's slow rhythm. Andrew ran his hands up Amanda's thighs, until he rested his grasp around her waist.
Amanda started going faster, as beads of perspiration cascaded down her beautiful breasts. As her speed increased, her moans became grunts and she became more verbal. "Yeah, that's it. Oh fuck yeah, baby," she breathed. Her breasts started giggling as she bounced with youthful exuberance, impaling herself over and over again with Andrew's long, hard cock. Andrew moved his hands over Amanda's firm ass. With his hands gripping her ass cheeks, Andrew began taking control again, thrusting his hips into her.
"Yes! Oh, fuck me! Faster! Harder!" Amanda cried. She then tilted her head back and arched her spine, almost ready to come. "AH! OH GOD! YES! YES!" she exclaimed, convulsing as her pussy constricted against Andrew's cock.
"Amanda, I'm coming!" Andrew said sharply.
"Do it!" she demanded, "I'm safe, you can cum in me!"
As Amanda was finishing her sentence, Andrew emptied his load into her, splashing his semen up her vaginal canal and into her young, limber, athletic body. Amanda shot her head straight back and screamed in pure orgasmic pleasure.
Amanda collapsed onto the bed and slid over to Andrew, resting her head on his chest. Andrew pulled the covers over the sweaty heap, and the two laid there in the silence.
"Oh my God, that was absolutely amazing." Amanda said in a husky voice.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Andrew said with a smile, kissing Amanda on the forehead. "Are you going to stay the night?"
"Yes, if that's okay. I came prepared," Amanda said, pointing to a small backpack propped up against the wall. "I brought a change of clothes, just in case."
Andrew looked stunned. "You planned this?"
"Well… yeah. I think I'm falling in love with you, but I wasn't sure what tonight would bring." Amanda smiled and kissed Andrew on the cheek. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
Amanda yawned and began drifting off to sleep, so the two embraced again and fell unconscious. Before completely falling asleep, Andrew looked at the beautiful girl laying in his arms, and couldn't believe what happened that night, wishing it would never end. Wearing a smile, he then fell into his private dreamworld, reliving his experience for the rest of the night.