3 comments/ 53163 views/ 6 favorites Ren Gets Even, Steven By: DekeJeffery When I first met her, she was just a tomboyish-looking kid: prepubescent, full of energy, and mischievous as you could ever imagine. I was 13 years older than she was, I later learned. She walked into the open casting call for Disney that day so nervous she trembled uncontrollably. She didn't get the part she was reading for that day, but the producers liked her look, and made note of her. They wanted to see her audition for future Disney productions. Christy Carlson Romano returned to Disney Studios in Los Angeles a few years later to read for a comedy show aimed at young teens that was going into production in a few months. She wanted to land the part of "Ren", a young, intelligent, high-strung do-gooder girl who lived with her family in suburban Sacramento. Her character excelled in school, never got in trouble, and would always be the apple of her parents' eyes. Christy knocked the producers dead that day, and she landed the part. She was so good, in fact, that the auditions were halted shortly after her read, simply because they producers knew they'd found their girl. Christy had a vague memory of meeting me a few years ago, but I remembered her vividly. I remember thinking what a pretty young girl she was, and, as many men do, envisioned her a few years older, and few years more mature, both emotionally and physically. I could easily see that she was going to blossom into a beautiful woman one day. Fortunately, for both of us, I was right. Christy was a girl of above-average height, standing about 5'9" and of a somewhat slender build. She had long, straight brown hair, big brown eyes, an incredibly tight body, even by a young woman's standards, and a smile that could enrich even the most callous of individuals. I told her once that her smile was her "secret weapon". She always used that weapon on me when I said that to her. She got invisible braces shortly after production on the show began. She was very self-conscious about it at first. I had told her numerous times that a lot of adults have braces, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. I also told her how much it enhanced her attractiveness. I think at first she believed that I was simply trying to be supportive, but she could eventually see how sincere I was. I had worked behind the scenes at Disney for about 7 years. I got hired on at their studios in California as a gopher-boy, running the most undesirable of errands. Eventually, I ended up creating a spot for myself in their ranks. I had proven my merit to the right people, and had co-written a couple of holiday specials for them, and ultimately landed a job as a director's assistant. The pay wasn't outstanding, but I was able to live comfortably, and I was happy. I felt the opportunities for me in this company would be endless, and the job perks would be second-to-none. I had no idea how right I would be. Christy and I had developed somewhat of a big brother/younger sister relationship on the set. We would talk to each other between shoots, joking about different things, running over her lines, or just giving her a chance to talk, allowing her an escape for the pressures of being a teenage celebrity. She would even ask my advice on certain things in her life. Nothing too personal, but I also felt that she was so comfortable in my presence that she had no qualms about asking me anything. She was always so happy, and always flashed her ‘secret weapon' to me whenever she arrived on set. We had spent about a year and half working together, and became fast friends. Christy walked up to me one day on the set, looking sad for the first time since I'd met her years ago. "What's wrong with you?" I asked her. "My 18th birthday is later this week.", she replied. "Yeah, and? How is that a bad thing? Most people look forward to 18. It's a time for celebration. You're finally recognized as an adult, and all sorts of new opportunities are afforded to you. Don't tell me you're having a mid-life crisis." She mustered a faint laugh. "No, not quite. My family wants to take me out. Apparently, they have this big thing planned for me; dinner, cake, presents, and some super big surprise." "I'm still waiting for the horrible part.", I replied snidely, but still playfully. She smacked me on the arm. "I'm being serious. I don't want any of it. I just want to be normal. I feel like, because of what I do for a living, and particularly who I work for, I have to be this certain person, this ‘good girl', and I hate it. I am supposed to act a certain way, talk a certain way, listen to certain music, wear certain clothes…and so on. Do you know what I mean?" I couldn't fully understand, because I'd never been a young television star for a network that catered primarily to children and their parents, but I could sympathize. I felt, in all the time I'd known Christy, I'd never once seen her display any emotion except joy. In most scenarios, that's an ideal world, but in reality, we're all human, and sometimes we have to erupt with anger, or cry out loud, or release another pent-up emotion in some way, or we'll go mad. For the first time, I saw life thru Christy's eyes: she felt she had to be a puppet, or she would be letting someone down. Her position within the public eye, as a Disney employee, almost dictated that she live a sugar-coated public life. She'd always remained even tempered, even when the director, my boss, yelled unmercifully at her. She tended to let it roll off of her back, or she would grin and bear it. All this time, Christy had been stifling her emotions. My heart went out to her. I reached out, and wiped away the first tear that began to run down her cheek. "What can I do? How can I help you? I'll do anything for you. I hope you know that by now." "I do," she replied, smiling wistfully at me. "I don't know that there's anything you can do, other than sabotage this damn party for me." For the first time since I'd known her, I'd heard Christy swear. I'm not even sure I'd ever heard her say ‘darn' to that point in our friendship. It was becoming more and more clear to me that Christy was perfect for the part of ‘Ren'; she had become her in real life. Either by attrition from her surroundings, or by birth, although I doubted it was the latter. I had always had an inexplicable attraction to Christy, but I stifled my thoughts simply because of her age, and the nature of our relationship. However, the fact that she would be 18 this Friday sat in the forefront of my mind, and changed my view of her. She was no longer that little girl bouncing around on the stage, hoping to land a small part in any Disney production. She was now a young woman, whose mind had matured as nicely as her figure. Both were honed splendidly. I'd met Christy's parents a few times, and they seemed to be genuinely nice people, if not over-protective of their young starlet daughter. I had no intent on destroying any plans they'd set for their youngest child. "You know I can't do that." I offered, with an uncomfortable sigh. "I know," she said. "They mean well, they really do. I just want to be me on my 18th birthday, you know? No rules, no bounds. I want to feel freedom of self-expression for the first time in my life. I want to scream, and have the whole world hear me. I want to show someone who I really am." She wiped away a final tear from her face, and stood up. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. I could smell not only her perfume, which was sweet enough in and of itself, but her natural scent was amazing. I'd never been this close to Christy before, and I didn't want to stop hugging her. I felt her hands run down my back, and lightly brush the top of my buttocks. She kissed me on the cheek, and said to me, "I love you." At that moment, I realized what I'd felt for Christy. She was more than just a ‘little sister' to me. She was someone that I wanted to learn about on every level: emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and at this very instant, physically. Her body was soft to the touch, although tight. It felt as if there was not an ounce of fat on her. I wanted to tell her that I loved her, as well, but I was afraid of where those three words could lead to. I was afraid of many things. I looked back into her brown eyes and said, "Me, too." She flashed that secret weapon at me, and walked away from me without another word. She simply waved goodbye. That Friday had been a particularly brutal day on the set. My boss was in the middle of his third divorce, an all-too-common thing in the entertainment business. So much for the sanctity of marriage. He was taking out his frustrations on everyone at work. Few people there were in a position to say anything to him, so most people just absorbed his words, processed them, and then discarded it all. I was sometimes amazed that he had never caused himself physical harm from his constant yelling on-set. For someone that was directing a light-hearted, family-oriented sitcom, he certainly didn't seem to be the type that would represent such a show. I couldn't get home fast enough that evening. I had a normal Friday night routine of going home, maybe grabbing some take-out, and sitting with all of the lights off in my apartment, with a few scented candles lit throughout, combining different scents such as cinnamon, vanilla, and berry. I also tended to have a bottle of one kind of liquor or another on hand. I rarely got drunk alone, but I would sometimes have more than a recommended serving, just to help take the edge off of a long week. I never, ever took phone calls. I only wanted to disconnect from the world for a few hours a week, and that time was usually non-negotiable. Solitude, I always thought, is one of life's most underrated commodities. The one constant when I was at home was music playing. I had always identified with music. It could soothe and heal, and also infuriate and enrage. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever experienced, until that night. It was already dark when I got home that night, and I was exhausted. If my boss had had a day like this during the week, I might have not returned to work the next morning. I needed the weekend to remove myself, mentally, from the set, and to recharge my batteries. I hadn't had the chance to put on any music, and I had barely lit the candles throughout my home when there was a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw Christy standing outside, alone. She looked around, nervously. She was wearing a thin, tight, dark red sweater, even tighter black pants, and heels. She always wore a conservative amount of makeup, and tonight was no exception. She never needed any, I thought. This is a girl...no…a woman…who looks the same when she first wakes up as she does after she's made up. Her beauty was angelic. I unlocked and opened the door. "Hey. What are you doing here? I thought you were going out with your family tonight?" "Can I come in?" she asked. I stepped to the side to allow her entry. I shut and locked the door behind her. My God, she smelled even more amazing than usual. Dogs may be man's best friend, but pheromones are a very close second. "What's up?" I asked. "I skipped out on my family tonight.", she muttered. "What?" "I wanted to be here, with you…at least for a little while. Is that OK?" "First off, how did you know where I live?", I asked, still pleased, if not stunned to have her here tonight. "We do have a recall roster at work, you know.", she replied, smiling cautiously. I smiled back at her. Maybe I'm too responsible for my own good, but my first thoughts turned to her parents. "What about them? What about their plans with you? Aren't they going to be concerned when you aren't wherever you're supposed to be…" I paused, looking at my watch. It was 20 past eight. "…right now?", I resumed. "I don't care. I only turn 18 once, don't I? Shouldn't this night be filled with memories I want to remember forever? I am an adult now, and I can make my own decisions, right? I mean, this isn't a night about my parents, or Disney, or anyone else. Tonight is about me. It's about my happiness. It's about getting and doing what I want, and what I want is to be here with you now. Is that OK?" I smirked, and looked at her. Here was this young, beautiful woman, now 18, who I'd watch grow from a child into a woman. She was intelligent, gorgeous, and now, apparently, devious. I liked it. A lot. "Sure," I agreed. "Why not?" I had spent my 18th birthday in college hovering face down in a toilet. My roommate had stuffed our fridge with beer, and had some friends over to our dorm room. The legal drinking age was 21 at that point, but he had gotten some older friends of his to purchase the alcohol. I vaguely remember pounding one beer after another, after a certain point I have no memory of what took place. I had drank so much, that I got sick, and blacked out. I did it because I thought I could, and because I was legally an adult (although still couldn't legally drink). I have little to no memory of my 18th birthday, mostly of my own making. I've regretted that my entire life. I don't want Christy to regret anything in her life, and if I can help eliminate any regrets for her, then so be it. She stays, and stays as long as she likes. "Make yourself at home." She took her heels off, and walked barefoot across my carpeted floor. She gave herself a tour around the neat apartment. It was spacious, with a beige theme. There were a few plants hanging outside the back entrance, and one large one in my small office, but that was it. It was a standard bachelor's place; there was a TV, some books on the bookshelf, little decoration on the walls, although Christy did find a kitchen she found surprisingly clean, and a dining area that had been transformed into a music center. I had purchased, over the years, a fantastic, top of the line sound system for my apartment. I had wired speakers in every room of my apartment, including the bathroom and the bedroom. I never wanted to be without music. Music was, and still is, as essential to me as breathing. "Nice place.", she said. "No pets or anything?" "Nope. I don't deal well with that kind of responsibility.", I remarked. "Really? I don't see that in you at all. You're the most responsible guy I know.", Christy responded. She walked into the kitchen to find a nearly full bottle of Stolichnaya Razberi on the counter, alongside a chilled 2-liter of bottle of Sprite. "Oh my God…are you expecting company tonight?" she exclaimed. "No, not at all. I usually make myself a drink or three on Friday nights." "Three, huh?" She flashed that secret weapon of hers at me again. "Will you fix me a drink?" I started to turn away, and shake my head. "Christy…." "Oh, come on. Please? I don't want to get drunk or anything. I've just….I've never tasted alcohol." If this had been anyone other than Christy, I would have called their bluff. Knowing Christy as well as I do, I believed her completely. I'd venture to guess that she'd never even sipped champagne in her life. She'd either become the character that she portrays on-camera, of being every parent's dream daughter, or she'd been forced into playing that role by her shielding parents. I thought for a moment about Christy's request, then decided that what she said earlier was correct: this night was about her, and her happiness. "Yeah, OK. I'll pour for you as if I'm pouring for myself." I offered. Her face lit up with bliss. She felt accepted as an adult, for the first time in her life. She also reveled in the thought of doing something that she shouldn't be doing. Frankly, so did I. Her head jerked back almost involuntarily upon her first sip of the cocktail that I'd made her. She made a face that expressed many things at once, not the least among them shock. "Too strong?" I asked, trying not to laugh. I didn't want Christy to think I'm mocking her. "No." was her single-word answer, but the emptiness of her voice was a more sincere answer. I let out a small laugh, and she followed my laugh with one of her own. I took her glass, and added a little more Sprite to it, to water the drink down for her. She took the glass back to her lips, cautiously this time; she liked this mix much better. She walked into my music area, and was in awe of my CD collection, while I secretly admired her body from behind her. In my 31 years, I'd purchased over a thousand titles, every artist from AC/DC to ZZ Top. She traced her fingers along the spines of the CDs, starting on the top row, looking for something to put in. "What should I play?" she asked. "Anything you like. Tonight's your night." She looked back at me and smiled. She was experiencing feelings that she'd long kept hidden away, but there was no excuse to now. She felt passion. She felt contentment. She was unafraid of her feelings for the first time in her life. She felt the ability to be free and careless, and there would be no consequences, ever. Not inside these walls. She also felt something else that she'd felt a few times before, but didn't know how to describe it to anyone. She'd never even tried, for fear of being ridiculed. It was a burning in certain parts of her body, and a hunger in her mind. She hungered for knowledge. She hungered for human touch. "Do you have any music that's sexy?" she inquired? Hearing her just say the word sexy was enough to ignite my arousal for her. "Genesis.", I said. "Isn't that that Phil Collins guy? Are you serious?" "I couldn't be more serious. Don't think of Phil Collins and Genesis as the same artists. Even though he's part of Genesis, their music is completely different. Trust me on this; there's nothing sexier than early Genesis music. Their sound is everything; it's love, it's sadness, it's joy, it's loss." was my response. "OK. I trust you.", she answered, seeming intrigued. She removed several Genesis CDs from the rack, and loaded them into my CD player. She pressed the play button, and moved toward the couch. Christy laid down on the couch, drink in hand. She took another sip, and placed the glass on to the table in front of her. She relaxed, closed her eyes, and began to listen to the music. I sat at the far end of the couch, lifting her legs up, then resting them on my lap. I took a drink from my glass and then placed it on the table as well. I began to massage her bare feet. She allowed herself to get lost in the moment. There were no pressures of being a celebrity here. There were no pressures to be perfect. There was only she and I, and she could finally…finally…be who she felt Christy was. It was as if a trip wire was set off inside her mind. She looked at me with a look that confirmed how I felt about Genesis' music. It was incredibly erotic to her. "I've never heard their music before." she told me. "You're right. This music is….is…." She then began to move her hands up and down her upper body, her eyes remaining closed, her ears drinking in the sounds coming from the speakers. I watched with great interest as this beautiful young woman began to perform a dance routine with herself, with me as the lone audience member. She acted, for a moment, as if I wasn't there. She had never felt this comfortable, she thought to herself, even alone in her own home, in her own bed. She opened her eyes, and without ever removing her eyes from mine, she dropped one leg to floor, at my feet, and the other behind my head, onto the top of the couch. Studying me still, she slowly, almost hesitantly, began to slide her left hand inside of her pants. I was awestruck. I shifted my eyes from hers down to her crotch area, and watched her fingers move in a measured, counter-clockwise motion between her legs. She nervously continued to watch me, awaiting a sign of my approval. I could feel her watching me, but I couldn't take my eyes from between her legs. I wanted this. I wanted more. This was right, and this would happen, tonight. Ren Gets Even, Steven Not a word was said by either of us for several minutes. I lifted her leg that was on the floor, and put her bare foot into my mouth, and began to entertain her toes with my tongue. I even briefly sucked each toe of her right foot, before moving my way towards her face. Christy's hands stayed in her pants, massaging her clitoris furiously now. My hands explored her body on my way to meet her lips. She greeted my mouth with more passion than I've ever felt in any one kiss. She wanted me more than even she could dream of. Her right arm wrapped around my back, and her hand began to play with my hair, her other hand still pleasuring herself. I took her head in my hands and kissed her, and without saying a word, expressed the way I felt for her. She felt it, too. She felt love. Love took on a new definition for both of us that night, but particularly Christy. Her left hand sped up. I began to kiss the nape of her neck, while my hands moved toward her chest. Even through her sweater and bra, I could feel her hardened nipples. She'd never felt anything that rivaled this feeling. Her left hand increased speed to a nearly breakneck pace. The symphonic music of Genesis continued to fill the air, and the only thing louder in the room that night was the sound of Christy's breathing. I lifted her sweater above her breasts and pulled her bra up so that I can get my mouth on her left breast. That's when I heard it… "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She then immediately made the same sound again, only longer, and louder. She made it a third and final time in a manner that was almost ear-piercing. Her lower body was trembling uncontrollably, reminding me of the first time I'd ever seen her years ago. Christy had just given herself her first orgasm. She later that night told me that she was very close to reaching climax just be being with me, but the combination of my mouth on her nipple, and her masturbating was enough to send her over the edge. She gasped for air. Her face glistened with sweat. She looked at me with a huge grin on her face, happy. "That was incredible! I've never felt anything like that!" She paused for a moment, and said, "Thank you." It was still early, and I hadn't even begun to delve into the things I wanted to do with this gorgeous young woman yet. I took her left hand, and placed it into my mouth. I tasted her juices from her hand. I told Christy to sit up. I raised her arms for her, and removed her sweater. She reached behind her back with both arms, and unhooked her bra, sheepishly revealing her naked breasts to me. They were beautiful. Her breasts fit her figure perfectly; not too large, not too small. They were perfectly rounded, her nipples still erect. She lay back on the couch, and my mouth moved all over her upper torso. I teased her navel with my tongue. I kissed her flat, toned stomach, her arms, her shoulders. I moved to her breasts, and began to suck on her right nipple this time. My hand teased her left nipple, twisting and pinching gently. Christy didn't emit an actual word from her mouth for quite some time. Her moans, however, told the story. I began to work my way towards the lower half of her body to remove the rest of her clothing. I placed my hand between her legs to feel the moisture for myself. She instantly reacted to the placement of my hand on her, and I could see through the dim candlelight that the crotch area of her pants were soaked. I pulled her pants down to her knees, revealing her powder blue silk panties. I removed her pants completely, kissing my way up her legs towards her panties. When I reached them, I began to remove them….with my teeth. The thought of what was about to happen was really beginning to take hold of Christy, as she began to writhe her body on the couch in anticipation. My breath against her skin was incredible to both of us. Her legs twitched restlessly. At that moment, I could see how much Christy wanted this, although I couldn't make myself believe that it was as much as I did. With one swift motion, I grabbed her panties and tore them off. Christy vocalized her appreciation loudly, and I'm almost convinced that lone act might have given her another orgasm. I placed her right leg above my left shoulder. Her left leg stayed rested on the top of the couch. My mouth was millimeters away from her vagina. She was lubricated beyond belief. I paused for a moment, to study her vagina. It was fantastic. To know that no one other than Christy herself had ever touched this treasure was incredibly exciting. I began to blow lightly on her vulva, much to her delight. I followed that by taking my fingers, and slowly tracing the outside of it. Finally, I slowly slid my tongue between her vaginal lips, and began to probe around inside her with it. The only thing more incredible to me, at that point, than the smell of Christy's sex was the taste of it. Her juices began to flow all over my face. Christy felt, for the first time, anything or anyone inside of her, including her own hands. It was mind-boggling to both of us. Rapture was a whole new feeling for Christy, and a feeling she couldn't in her wildest dreams have imagined experiencing. She adjusted her body continuously on my couch, completely antsy. She didn't know what to do with her hands. She finally allowed her hands to find my head, and she alternated between running her fingers through my short, thick hair to grabbing it. My hands had found their way to Christy's perked nipples, teasing them with my fingers, massaging her breasts occasionally. Christy felt almost guilty, because of the greedy feeling she was experiencing right now. She wanted nothing more than more of me. She had always been the one to do, not to have done for. Tonight would be different, although I would certainly give her the chance to return the pleasure. Christy was in heaven with my tongue tickling her clitoris, now hardened, while I occasionally sucked on it, and even nibbled on it a little. Her brain couldn't process any thought, other than "more". She certainly didn't seem prepared when I took my hand from her left breast, and slid one finger inside her. She groaned out her approval. I was watching her from below, my tongue and finger delivering the satisfaction she came here looking for tonight, and more. I added a second finger in, thrusting them in an out slowly, then increasing in pace. I also wiggled my fingers around inside of her, much to her liking. She even giggled a little. "It kind of tickles.", she said to me, catching enough breath to voice a brief sentence. The third finger inside her, combined with my tongue's presence on her clitoris, was enough to produce Christy's next orgasm. I could feel her inner thighs twitching involuntarily against my face. She sat up on her elbows, astounded at this new emotion she felt. "I want to make you feel the same way you're making me feel right now.", she said, still gasping for breath. Before I could respond in any way, she pulled me to her, and kissed me. She wanted to know what she tasted like, and I had more than enough of a sampling on my face for her to try. She liked the taste, but wanted to taste a man for the first time in her life. She pushed me onto my back, on the carpeted floor. I could feel her damp panties beneath my shoulder blade. I was still fully clothed at this point, although Christy would take care of that little detail shortly. I was still wearing work clothes, which today consisted of a dark blue golf shirt, and khaki pants. Christy could smell my cologne, although most of it had worn off over the course of the day. She was now resting on top of me, naked. She moved down to kiss me. Her lips were addicting. I could have kissed her continuously, but I also admittedly wanted more. Much more, and she was about to give it to me. She began to kiss my neck, as I had done to her. She ran her hands along my chest. She could feel the excited bulge in my pants pressed against her body, but she wanted to make me wait for a short while. She had learned a little bit in the last several moments, and one thing she learned is that, through teasing, the eventual payoff is that much sweeter. She unbuckled my pants, still kissing my neck, rubbing her wet vagina against me. She pulled my tucked shirt out of my pants, and lifted it to my neck. She began kissing my chest. Her kisses were soft, sensual, and sincere. She felt more comfortable with each passing minute with me. I could almost feel the barriers of her hesitation coming down. She alternated between kissing my chest, and licking it, tasting my skin. Her eyes looked up at me, watching her. She relished the fact that she knew I was enjoying this immensely. She moved down to my pants, and pulled them down to my knees. I was wearing black briefs that night. Christy placed her hand on my fully erect penis. I twitched in eagerness of what she might have planned. As much as I enjoyed pleasuring her, and felt like I wasn't done yet, I wanted to experience some pleasure of my own. Christy pulled my underwear down to reveal my erect shaft. She took it in her hands, and seemed to study it for a moment. I thought, at that point, that this truly might be the first time she had ever actually seen a man's penis. She slowly began to kiss it. Her mouth on me was indescribable. I could feel my heart beating beneath my chest. She continued to kiss me, moving to my now taut scrotum. "What do I do now?", she inquired of me. She seemed somewhat embarrassed in asking, so I did my best to put her at ease. She wanted to perform oral sex on me, but was unsure how to do so. "Think of it as a thick, giant straw," I responded, doing some heavy breathing of my own at this point. "You're trying to drink from the bottom of the glass, but you can't get that last little bit out." Christy absorbed these words for a moment, examining my erection again, then looked at me, and uttered, "I guess we're even now." "What do you mean, baby?" She smiled a little, loving that she was now my baby. Holding my stiff erection in her hand, she said, "Looks like you have a secret weapon of your own.", punctuating her sentence with a cunning grin. My ears barely had time to process those words before I felt myself inside her warm mouth, and in ecstasy. Christy was a natural. She took it into her mouth, and began to slide it in and out. Her fingernails gently caressed my scrotum, teasing my anus with a single finger. She sucked on me in a slow, steady pattern that felt nothing short of amazing. Combined with the emotion I was feeling at that moment, it was simply the best oral sex I'd ever received. She was insatiable. She sucked on me that night as if it were the first and only time she would ever do this. I felt like I wanted to explode in her mouth, but I wanted to do one more thing with Christy before that happened. I motioned Christy to stop what she was doing. She looked at me, somewhat unsure of what I was doing. I stood up, and kicked my pants and underwear off, and onto the floor. I removed my shirt, and tossed into the growing pile of clothes on my living room floor. Both of us were completely naked at this point. I lifted Christy up in my arms, holding her in front of me. She wrapped her legs around me, and I held her up by her ass. We stared into each others eyes as I carried her toward my bedroom, the hauntingly erotic music of Genesis providing the soundtrack for our evening together. I placed her gingerly onto my bed. Before I could open the drawer on my nightstand, Christy had taken me into her mouth again. She couldn't stop herself if she'd tried…but thankfully, she didn't try. I held the back of her head for leverage, and began to thrust in and out of her mouth. She looked up at me, searching my face for approval, and she found much more than that. I opened my nightstand drawer, removing a small packet. Christy stopped sucking on me, and rolled into the center of the king-sized bed, legs opened. I moved above her, and tore the condom packet open. No sooner than I had torn it open, did Christy slap it out of my hand, and to the floor. "What are you doing?" I asked, stunned. "I told you that you were responsible.", she replied, calmly "It's time for you to be a little less so. Besides, I also said that tonight is about what I want, and what I want is to feel you, not a strip of latex. Just be careful, OK?" Before I could offer a response, Christy had wrapped her legs around me, and grabbed my body, forcing my cock inside her. She was still vastly lubricated, and I slid inside of her easily. Her long, toned legs wrapped tightly around me as our bodies became one. We both emoted loudly at that instant, and our night reached a yet another new pinnacle. Her pussy felt like a warm, soft, wet fist grabbing me tightly. I began to thrust furiously inside her, and without mercy. Christy could feel my balls pounding against her ass, and it only heightened her pleasure. Moans and grunts informed me of her approval. She could feel the blood pumping through my steel-hard shaft, punishing her pussy with delight. She looked up at me from beneath me, those gorgeous brown eyes telling the story, mouth agape for oxygen. Her hips were bucking against mine in perfect time. We stayed in the missionary position for a while, and then I flipped Christy onto her right side. I lifted her left leg against my body, resting her ankle on my shoulder. I grabbed onto her thigh for leverage, and began to pound her again. From the time I'd inserted myself inside her, she couldn't gather her thoughts enough to say a word. Shouts of pleasure and ecstasy were her only sounds, other than the sound of my body smacking against hers. What happened next took our night to yet another level. I was ramming myself inside her, dominating her beautiful body, when I heard what I couldn't believe her say. "Fuck me." It was quiet, at first, and even kind of humble, as if she wasn't sure about saying it. Then she said it again, only louder now, and more forceful, and even confident. "Fuck me! Oh, God, FUCK ME!!!" It was the sound of eighteen years of repression, frustration, and pretending being released all at once. If I had been doing anything else at that moment, I would have been too shocked to continue. However, hearing her say that to me, and knowing that she was craving this moment to continue was enough to give me a second wind. At that moment, I stopped making love to her. With all the emotion I felt still intact, I began to give her what she wanted; I began to fuck her. I grabbed her hair. I smacked her ass, hard enough to leave red handprints. I talked dirty to her, telling her she was my new fucktoy, which she seemed to love. I only know this because every time I said something she likes, she would buck against me in a certain manner, seeming to take me inside her deeper than I'd been at that point. I massaged her clit when I could manage it, and when I wasn't doing it, she was. I turned her over, and entered her from behind, slapping her ass on occasion. "Oh…my…God…..fuck…me….harder!" If turning 18 that day did not make her a woman, this night would. She turned her head and looked back at me. Tonight, she'd been taken to another land. Another planet. Maybe another universe. Tonight was the perfect birthday gift. She wanted every day to be her birthday, and so did I. I placed her on her back again, completely in control of her. She was truly my living sex toy at that moment. I put my cock inside her again, easily sliding inside her wet slit. After a few short moments of thrusting, I felt that familiar tingling inside that men feel just before they come. I pushed myself up, on my knees, still inside her, thrusting up to the last second. Somehow, Christy sensed the very millisecond in which I was going to pull myself out, and ejaculate all over her stomach, and had another surprise for me. She wrapped her legs around me again, grabbing and pulling my body back on top of hers at the instant I came. My orgasm was nothing short of volcanic. "OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD", I cried out, followed by groans of satisfaction and panting for oxygen. I could not have created a word to describe how that felt. I had come inside a woman before, but the intensity of this moment, and these circumstances far surpassed anything I'd experienced before then. Christy wrapped her arms around me, and she could feel my warm semen swimming inside of her. That sensation alone gave her one more tiny orgasm. As I began to collapse on top of her, I could feel myself becoming flaccid inside of her. She cinched up her vaginal muscles on my now-sensitive cock, both teasing and pleasing me. We were both drenched in each other's bodily fluids; sweat, sperm, and female lubrication. There was no lone wet spot on my bed; the entire bed was saturated with our passion. I loved it, but that didn't negate the fact that I had just ejaculated inside this young lady. "What are you doing? Are you crazy?" I probably didn't sound as serious as I was, because I was completely out of breath. Her arms were around me, holding me close to her. I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest, our nipples both erect. Her skin was velvet-like, even with us covered in sweat. "I'm not stupid, baby." she began. Now, I was her baby, and everything seemed even more right for us that night. "When I said to you to not be responsible, I meant for you to let me be responsible for this. I've been planning this night for two months now. I've taken all of the necessary precautions. You asked me to trust you earlier tonight. Now I'm telling you to trust me." She was devious, indeed. I positioned myself upright enough to look into those eyes that had nearly held me captive all night. Christy then said something to me that she had said earlier in the week, except this time, I was more prepared for it. "I love you." I paused for a moment, allowing the sound of her voice saying those words to me to echo in my head. "I love you, too, Christy. I do." Christy began to tear up at that moment, while a smile emerged on her face. Our lips met again in quite possibly the most special kiss that we would ever share. Christy and I made love the entire night, sleeping on occasion, but resting only enough to gather strength for our next lovemaking session. Her head was hanging over the side of my bed, hair flowing towards the floor, with my cock crashing inside of her again, and the sounds and smells of our passion smothering the air when the sunlight began to burst through my bedroom window shades. We looked at each other when the first beam of light came through, and we smiled at one another, and began to laugh. We had spent an amazing night together, and Christy felt not only like a woman for the first time in her life, but felt like a human. Here was this man who cared for her not because of her celebrity, not for any amount of money she might make, and not for the sake of using her position within the Disney organization to further his own career. He cared for her because of the woman that she was, and still had yet to become. We had taught each other quite a bit that incredible night, and the only time I left her was to activate the repeat feature on the CD player. Christy left the next morning at about 10. She timed her departure as such so that she could stop at a music retailer on her way home. She purchased nearly $200 in CDs that day, the vast majority of them being Genesis releases. Fortunately, she drove a car with leather seats, for each time she heard their music now, she became instantly wet with memories of our time together. Christy had it out with her parents the next day over her mysterious disappearance on her birthday. They had left 11 messages on her cell phone, which she had turned off before she entered my apartment that night. However, something about the night before had given Christy the courage to confront her family for the first time about her feelings. She longed to express herself. Because she was now legally an adult, they didn't do much to her. They were just glad she was safe. Ren Gets Even, Steven Christy and I saw each other secretly for almost a year after that special night. We decided to remain a secret because despite the fact that she was of legal consensual age, a company like Disney would frown on one of their young stars dating a man significantly older than she was. Each time we were intimate, it was nothing short of amazing. We experienced things with one another, privately, that we had only both imagined to that point. She felt completely at ease with me, and I with her. She felt the freedom to be who she was with me, behind closed doors, and that was her way of getting even with a world that wouldn't let her be herself. Not right now, anyway. Her career began to take off with movies, as well as a singing career she'd wanted to pursue. While Christy had "found herself" as a woman with me, she was still a Disney employee with a thriving career. She'd reached a point where maintaining an increasingly high-profile life, pursuing a successful career, and keeping "us" hidden away all at the same time weren't possible anymore. The thought of being any source of conflict for Christy was unbearable to me, so I made the heartbreaking decision to remove myself from the picture for a while. Stepping aside for the sake of her pursuits wasn't an easy choice, but I'd told her once that I would do anything for her, and I wanted to prove it. We both knew it was the correct decision in our minds, although our hearts and bodies wanted otherwise. The night we made the decision to part ways, we did not sleep together. We laid together on my floor, holding each other in silence. Many tears were shed by both of us that night. I still remember looking into her crying eyes, unable to dry her tears. She even said that she was considering walking away from the entertainment business. I begged her not to do so, because she wouldn't have considered that had I not entered her life. She begrudgingly agreed with me, although that didn't numb the pain that either of us were feeling. When she left that night, we refused to say the word "goodbye" to one another. I gave Christy the gift of a journal that night. I asked her to write in it when she thought of things that she wanted to say to me, or just write down her thoughts and feelings. I'd hoped that maybe someday, she could deliver the journal back to me. She made me promise to do the same, and that lone first journal I began for her has since become three. I always cared for Christy, even before her 18th birthday. Letting her go was the toughest thing I have ever done. Not just because of the incredible sex, but because of whom she is. However, one of the things she taught me was that there were different levels and kinds of love. The love I'd felt for her up until her 18th birthday was an innocent, sibling kind of love. From that spring night on, my love for Christy took on a new form, and we expressed our love for one another every chance we got. Not only was Christy's sexuality awakened the night of her birthday, but her entire womanhood as well.