Disclaimer: Paul Stanley, Gene Simmons and KISS are actual persons, and they are property of themselves. The portrayal of them in this story is fictitious, and is the work of a fan, for entertainment purposes only, not to demean or harm the people mentioned. Other characters are copyright by Trynia Merin. My thanks to Eisencookie, Ms Starchild and Ilovepaul66 for help with this story!

When the ladies rejoined the gentleman, they found Gene and Paul arguing over the bill. Paul had his wallet out, and so did Gene and their hands flew a mile a minute with the raising of their voices. At sight of Gene snatching the check from Paul, Mandi wore a look of horror. Julia giggled and moved behind Paul, slipping her arms around his neck from behind.

She rushed over to the table, standing next to gene, her hand poised for the check. He glanced up at her in amusement, and asked, "Well that was quick, is Julia having a positive effect on you, doll?"

'I don't have much money," she blurted. "I'll have to owe you."

"Forget it, it's on me," Gene said, motioning her to sit down.

"Or else, I'll just expense it out..." Mandi interrupted him.

"NO argument," Gene wagged his finger at her.

Paul chuckled and hissed playfully at Gene, "You mean to tell me you make your personal assistant buy her OWN lunch?"

"Not all," Gene smiled, sipping the rest of his soda.

"You are one cheap bastard." Paul smiled as he finished his wine. He leaned up to smile at Julia, who leaned down simultaneously to kiss him. Fingers tunneled in his hair, and she gladdened at his sensual moan.

The manager walked over and tells the guys the meal is on the house.

"You sure?" Gene asked.

"Absolutely, Mr. Simmons. It's an honor to have you at our establishment. You're quite a legend around here." the manager smiled. "And I apologize for not notifying you sooner."

"You see, some people know the respect around here," he winked at Paul.

"OH brother," Paul groaned. Julia is played with Paul's gold chain, rubbing his chest lightly as she looked at him longingly.

Gene turned to Mandy," I guess you can't pay me back after all, doll."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Thanks man," Paul smiled, holding his hand out to the manager. "You just settled a big question..."

"Glad to be of service," the manager smiled.

"It was an excellent meal" Paul grinned, glancing lovingly up at Julia.

"It was WONDERFUL lobster," she said with a smile. He smells wonderfully of cologne.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed" the manager says, as he bows lightly and leaves.

Gene gets up and offers his hand to Mandi. He puts away his wallet in his front pocket. She blushes a bit and takes his hand.

"Goodnight," Gene waved, and put his arm around Mandi's waist.

Julia moved around to Paul's side, extending her hand, "Shall we lover?"

He goes to gather his things and smiles at her, "Right after I pick up this delicious piece of cake."

"Simmons, you ARE way down the hall from us tonight, right?" he winks teasingly as they leave.

"Yep," he nodded, and picked up his cell to call the limo. "Steve, bring the limo around please..."

"The limo huh?" Julia asked Paul. "First class... sounds nice."

"Hmmm, get used to it," he purred in her ear.

"My room's way on the 10th floor," Mandi sighed. "I think they picked the worst possible spot for me."

"C'mon, I'll lead the way," Gene laughed, taking Mandi by the waist and urging her out with him. He took her coat and puts it over her shoulders, noting she only had a small wrap to cover herself with. She discreetly pulled down her dress, which is riding up slightly and wiggled it down. Paul sees this and chuckled. Gene rested a hand on her butt, and winked at Julia and Paul.

"Shall we, Stanley?" he asked, trotting downstairs. She considered whether to playfully slap it away but decided against it.

"We shall, and MR. Simmons, get a damn room," he laughed. Gene moves his hand up to Mandi's back again. Julia reached out to take Paul's hand. He grabbed her hand and rubs it.

He put it in his coat pocket as the outside wind picked up around them both. The two couples now stood before the restaurant, in the hustle and bustle of nighttime New York. Gene pulled Mandi against him, hugging her to his side when she shivered. She smiles at him warmly, and moved closely to him, putting her arm around his waist. The limousine pulled up to the curb.

"I ought to get my hair cut before we leave," Paul said as they walked. "They have the best damn barber in the world right here in Queens."

"No, please don't," she begged. "I love it long... its sexy."

"Oh, Mr. Stanley, don't cut your hair" Mandi yelped. He winked at both of them.

"The jury has spoken," Gene laughed.

"Besides I want SOMETHING to run my hands, through when we're making love," she whispered to Paul. He glanced at her for a bit, surprised.

"C'mon, let's go already," Gene nudged him, opening the limo door.

"Then, who am I to deny you that pleasure?" he smiled seductively.

"C'mon in kids, the limo's fine... assistants first..." Gene helped Mandi into the limousine, then climbed in after her. "Tonight Stanley! C'mon!"

"Come on babies, move your asses!" he yelled and winked at Gene, remembering how he used that line to open a concert early in their history.

"I'm moving it, and I'm watching yours," Julia teased, and she swatted Paul's ass as she says this.

He turns to her and grinned evilly.

"This place brings back a lot," he smiled, looking around at the city in the cold air. "You, my dear, are up to something, and it's definitely very intriguing to this old man."

"I love the way you fill out those leather pants," she whispered, and leaned to climb into the limousine.

"Ladies first," he said as he let her in. He watched her butt as she climbs in the limo, resisting the urge to swat it.

She smiled to him and said, "I'm surprised you're not spanking me for making you late."

"Oh, GOOD one!" Mandi blurted, "I forgot about that one."

"Forgot about WHAT?" he winked.

"Never mind," Mandi giggled.

"C'mon let's GO!" Gene grumbled.

"You're very sexy when you're forceful," Mandi said, laughing, becoming bolder.

"Shit, he's sexy ALL the damn time then." Paul laughed, enjoying teasing Gene. Julia sat and patted the seat next to her for Paul to sit down. He did, then pulled her on his lap again.

She smiled and sighed, "Best seat in the house."

"Anything else I can show you from home?" he whispered.

"Your loft," she whispered back.

"Oh here we go, the KISS tour," Gene laughed.

"I have to warn you, it's not much to see any more,' Paul chuckled, tickling her.

"Steve, take us to the LOFT!" Gene ordered, tapping on the glass divider. He settled down and grabbed a Fresca from the wet bar.

"Want anything, doll?" he asked Mandi. "A drink baby?"

"Wine, sir?" she asked. "Yes... is there any Merlot?"

"What's the wine list there, Gene?" Paul joked.

"WE got it," Gene says. "Here's a bottle all ready..."

He handed a bottle to Paul, and shows him where the glasses are. Paul reached over to grab 3 glasses, and asked, "Merlot OK, Mandi?"

"Yes, Mr. Stan..."

"Oh brother, 'Gene sighed. She stopped as he gave her a warning look.

"Paul" she corrected.

"Here comes the mister Stanley crap again." Gene grinned.

"Besides," Paul smiled. "If we're going to the loft, the more APPRORPRIATE title would be Mr. Eisen."

"Sheesh," Gene sighed. He knocked back a mouthful of fresca and stretched. He yawned and his one arm fell over Mandi's shoulders. He casually rubbed her shoulder and let her lean on his chest.

"Can it, Klein!" Paul chuckled as he rubbed Julia's back. "You two are going to get a lot of work done tonight, I can tell."

"A lot of work," Julia nudged Paul. She sipped her wine and sighed with contentment. "Hey Paul?"

"Hmmm?"

"Thank you for inviting me here..."

"You have no idea how glad I am you came along," he kissed her ear.

"I'm glad you're glad," she smiled warmly.

"Besides...I wanted to show you where I was from. And here it is" he said, opening his arms.

"I want to know all about you," she whispered, rubbing his chest.

"ALLL about me?" he whispered back, eyebrow arched.

"There's the loft, 23d and 5th," Gene pointed it out to Mandi. "Want to get a better look?"

"Yes," she whispered, kissing his cheek.

"Gene what are you doing?" Paul asked, as Gene reached up to touch the button that activated the moon roof. It slid open, and Gene stood up to lean out of it.

Mandi stood up next to Gene to get a better view. He smiled to himself as she shivered against his chest. She exclaimed, "Man, it's a dump!"

"Well, we weren't exactly loaded at the time." Paul smiled, from still down in the limo. "KISSstory, folk... watch out..."

"Sure isn't much, is it, doll?" Gene commented reaching around to embrace her and rub her shoulders. "But that's where it all started..."

"Now, but look where you are now." she gasped.

"And there's the cab stand where I used to park and practice," Paul pointed out from below, preferring to stare at their former abode through the tinted glass of the limousine. Steve pulled up front, and kept the engine running. A taxi honked at them, insistently.

"Move it pal!" the driver leans out and shouted at Gene. "I need to park here! This is a stop you know!"

"Long haired punk cabby," Paul chuckled, remembering what Karen's parents used to call him. He felt just a hint of sadness, seeing the area and thinking of her.

"Paul look!" Julia giggled, and leaned to show him the cab pulled up behind the limo

"That was ME!" he chuckled. He had several glasses of wine and her boldness and the thoughts of Karen were making him feel warm.

"Do you have any IDEA who the hell I am?" Gene asks the driver.

"I don't care if you're Rudy Guiliani, man!" the driver shouts back. "Move your fucking boat! I got a FARE!"

"Steve, would you move the limo for the poor taxi driver?" Julia asked the limo chauffeur.

"God, I miss this town." Paul laughed loudly, pulling Julia close. With a quick swerve, Steve pulled out, and the limo lurched away, Gene losing his balance. He fell to the floor of the limo as it lurched ahead, and Mandi landed on top of Gene.

"Oh...jeez!" Mandi yelled.

"SHIT!" Gene muttered as they pulled away.

"Steve!" Paul yelled. The taxi pulled into the spot, and picks up a fare.

"Sorry Mr. Stanley... I was hoping to avoid a fight," Steve called back.

"Have some fucking balls! You just about killed us!" Paul growled.

"Sorry, ladies" he apologized.

"You are really pissing me off," Gene muttered under his breath, then he felt Mandi sprawled on top of him.

He began to think it isn't such a bad thing after all. She struggled a bit to get up, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. Gene smiled and sat up, holding her down.

"Where are you going sweetie?" he teased.

"I need to pull my dress down." she said, embarrassed.

"Let me help," Gene winked. Paul laughed loudly.

"You have to learn NEVER to say that to Gene unless you mean it," he howled.

"Well, then, maybe I mean it" she said, winking at Julia. Gene pulled himself up with one arm, and nudged Mandi to climb up onto the seat again. He sat next to her, then pulled one of her legs to rest on his lap.

"Why not sit in my driver's seat?" Gene challenged her, and picked her up, tugging her to sit in his lap. She squirmed slightly on him, knowing that he definitely was enjoying this.

***

They cruised downtown now, and the music clicks between stations while they drove through Times Square. Mandi rested with her back against Gene, and he had his legs stretched out on either side of her, leaning against the window.

"Any music I can get for you?" Steve asked nervously from up front.

"Any good local bands? We can hit some clubs, unless...of course...there's something else you ladies would rather do?" Paul asked, nibbling Julia's ear lightly.

"Uh, three doors down is playing in the Village," said Steve. "And there's a new local group called the Electric magic sideshow..."

"You mean that guy Billy May's group?" Gene asked incredulously.

"You know he's going to put on a show. Sounds just like me." Paul smiled.

"He's a Paul sound a like," Gene laughs, nudging Mandi on his lap. "So you want to go?"

"Or...we could just go to bed." Mandi said, winking at Julia.

"My favorite words," Gene winked.

"To... uhhhhhh... take dictation, right, Mr. Simmons?" she teased. Steve slid in a CD, and they hear Imagine by John Lennon. Mandi, emboldened by the wine, leans down to kiss Gene lightly on the cheek.

He smiled, and looked at her with smoldering light brown eyes.

"Let's stop by mom's," Paul teasingly slurred. "I think she wants to meet Julia."

"Huh?" she asked with a silly look.

"It's a bit late," Gene called back. "We don't' want to wake your mommy and daddy, do we?"

"KIDDING!" he chuckled as he held her tight. She smiles and kisses him gently.

"Besides, I think I have a hard-on," he joked. "Can't meet mom in this circumstance."

Mandi gasped, then laughed. She whispered to Gene, "Is he always this nutty when he's tipsy?"

"Hmm yes, now you know why I don't drink," he nudges her.

"He's so CUTE!" she laughed.

"What bout me?" Gene whined.

"Even cuter." she teased.

Gene smiled, lip curling with desire as he whispered, "For that you will be rewarded miss..."

She licked her lips, then blushed. Gene flicked out his tongue, licking her neck. Mandi giggled and squealed, "I used to think that was SO disgusting."

"You really know how to hurt a guy," he teased.

"Most women think it's a turn-on," Julia called from over Paul's shoulder.

"My mom used to say, you had the tongue of a devil serpent," said Julia.

"Guilty as charged," Gene laughed.

"Hey, now WAIT a minute!" Paul pouts, "Now what about ME?"

"You are another story,' Julia smiled at him. "And I have seen YOUR tongue flick a guitar pick..."

"You have those big puppy dog eyes," Mandi laughed to Paul.

"Oh, crap." he groaned.

"Hey, attention HERE!" Gene growls playfully at her.

"No one wants to screw a dog," Paul shrugged.

"Hey, stop putting yourself down!" Julia scolded him. "I love your eyes actually... they are so dark and mysterious."

"Or you'll do whaaaaaat?" he slurred seductively.

Mandi pressed soft kisses to Gene's neck. He sighed and rubs her back. She squealed in the limo. Paul flinches when he hears her squeal. Julia traced Paul's eyebrow with her finger.

"Thank God we got a room wayyy down the hall. She's going to be a screamer," he said as he sipped more wine.

"Remember, I whimper," she whispers, blowing into his ear. She seized his earring in her mouth and sucked on it.

"Yeah, but only for me. You know, little girl, if you keep this up, this limo is going to get even hotter than it already is."

"Mmm sounds wonderful," she purred.

"Because, TRUST me" he slurred, NY accent coming out stronger, "I've done girls in limos before."

Gently she kissed his cheek, and licked his earlobe. Gene inhaled Mandy's perfume, and pulls her onto his lap. Moving her hair aside, he breathed in her ear. She moaned, "Would it be... appropriate for an assistant to engage in a PDA with her boss?"

"Mm, we're off the clock," Gene whispered. She pressed her lips to his, and he chuckled, teasing her lips with his tongue.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven... or is this hell?" she teased him.

"Mm welcome to my world," Gene growled.

"Yikes!" she squealed again while Paul winced.

"Turn around and face me," he ordered, in a low growl. He pulled her to straddle him, and takes her hips in his hands for a moment.

"Make her shut up" Paul whispered teasingly in Julia's ear. Gene grabbed Mandi's face and kissed her passionately. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he silenced her cries. Still unable to believe she is with Gene, she moaned through their kiss, and sucked on his tongue. Her moans were adding fuel to Paul's fire and with the wine, he is definitely aroused.

Julia kissed Paul's ear, then moved to his other, the one, which was once deformed a bit. She breathed into it lightly, and kisses his cheek. He moved in closer to her, playfully rubbing her back and stopping to tease her bra strap. She giggled. Gene's hands glided over Mandi's front, teasingly probing.

"Is it a pretty one?" Paul asked Julia, wine on his breath. "I love pretty little bras."

"It's blue silk," she whispered. "And what underwear do you have on?"

"Perfect. My usual." he grinned. "None."

"OH god," she swallowed. "In LEATHER pants?"

"I'm joking... I think..." he chuckled. "That's for you to find out, though."

"You inviting me to check?" she winked.

"Doll, you do whatever you want. You're in charge," he murmured. She rubbed his chest, teasingly fingering the top button. He tipped her glass to get her to drink more wine, reminding her of the scene from Phantom. She sipped it slowly, and leaned her head against his. Then reached over for a kiss, tongue definitely making its presence known. She sighed and teased her tongue with his, grabbing him by the hair. Growing bold, her hands unbuttoned his shirt, and rubbed his bare chest. He is moaned softly and ran hands up and down her arms. He was letting her be the aggressor. She pushed against him to get him to lie down. He did so, pulling her quickly on top of him, very excited. She straddled him, and smiled seductively.

"And you are exquisitely beautiful, baby," he said, in his strong accent.

"Thank you,' she whispered. "Paul..."

"Hmmm?" he moaned, eyes shut.

Gene suddenly rubs Mandy's breast, taking it in h is hand. She yelled loudly. He rubbed her legs, her back, gently feeling her under the dress. He put his hand over her mouth, whispering, "Shh."

"Gene, I'm not on birth control." she whispered in nervousness. "The pill makes me fat..."

"I have protection," he whispered, patting his pocket. "Besides I'm teasing you a bit more..."

"Mr. Simmons, the hotel?" said Steve, sliding down the glass.

"Am I still going to get that lecture about tonight?" she asked, eyes serious.

"Mmm we'll see..."

Totally ignoring them, Paul played with Julia's chest. She whined, "Are we stopping here?"

"Sirs, sorry to disturb you, but the hotel waits," says Steve.

"Well Paul, here or the hotel?" Gene asked.

"Pick your poison, buddy," Paul laughed. "Ladies?"

"I want to be alone with you," Julia whispered to Paul. She played with his chain again.

"I figured you would," he said quietly. "Because, believe me honey, I want to be alone with you too."

"All right, shall we?" Gene asked, looking to Paul.

"Are we sharing a room?" she asks Paul as Steve opens the door for them all. They put themselves together, and Gene wrapped Mandi in his coat again before getting up to exit. Steve climbed out and opened the door for them all. First out was Gene, Mandi in tow by one hand. Julia followed, tugging Paul after her.

"Of COURSE" he grinned. "A BED even..."

"Shall we?" Gene asks, taking Mandi's hand and nodding toward the doors of the hotels lobby.

"Mandi, don't forget to make that call for me, love," said Paul.

"Oh, sure, Mr. Stanley. I will," she said. Gene nudged Mandi before him, and gestured to Steve to get their luggage. He motioned to the valet who puts the luggage on one of those carts with the hanging thing on it.

"My room's way out of the way," Mandi said softly, glancing up at Gene. "And they put me in a smoking room."

"Hmm," Gene said, leading her into the lobby. "Perhaps we should do something about it..."

She hurried to keep up with his long legged stride. He enters the lobby with her, going to the front desk. Dan, another security guard stood by the front desk making the arrangements. Julia walked with Paul, staring at the opulence of the 5 star hotel.

"Top floor, I'm assuming?" Paul smiled.

"Yes, Mr. Stanley," Dan nodded. "Mr. Simmons, Mr. Stanley, this way... we have your bags being sent to your rooms..."

"Wonderful," Paul slurred as he grabbed the card key, "Tell the front desk to leave us the hell alone."

"C'mon Paul," Julia urged, helping to steady him while they walked toward the elevator.

"I have protection too," he whispered in her ear.

"Good," she whispered, holding him tightly. Gene urged Mandi with him, and the elevator door opened with a ding. Gene bundled her into it, and waved as he dodged past Paul.

"Fuck you Gene. Sleep well!" Paul grinned at his best friend.

"I will," Gene laughed as the elevator closed.

"What a jerk he can be," Julia pouted, turning her head to glance up at Paul. The next elevator opened, and she urged him toward it.

"Ahhh, Gene's OK. He's an acquired taste, not immediately loveable like me."

"I like him though," she smiled as they stepped into the elevator. "I just realized my luggage... I forgot all about it..."

"Quiet, love. They're taking care of it. Your job is just to relax and enjoy the ride. I told you I was bringing you here to spoil you," he said, as he touches her lips with his fingers.

"I'm glad," she whispered. The hotel elevator goes up 10 floors

"And spoil you I shall," he murmured. With a ding, the doors slid open.

"This way?' she asked. He looked at his card for a minute.

"Uhhhh, not sure."

"I think I heard him say the Rossman suite," she said helpfully.

"Perhaps it's THIS way then" he grinned charmingly at her. She let him lead her down the hall, gasping at the gilded fixtures and antique mirrors.

"This is INCREDIBLE..."

"I'm glad you like it. This is one of my favorite places to stay. Other than between your legs, of course...." he chuckled, then grinned cutely at her, "Sorry"

"It's okay," she whispered. "I wouldn't mind being close to something of yours too..."

"But you know...here comes the disclaimer" he slurred. "It's your night as always. Whatever you want to do is how it's going to be. There. I said it."

Julia takes the card key from him and tries it in the door. Paul leaned over and begins to nibble on her. She kissed him back, and the door clicks open. She almost falls backwards into the room. He laughed as he almost fell as well. She caught him and almost tripped.

"Damn, that was a surprise."

"Sorry, I think it's the right door," she smiles cutely, and leans around to close the door behind them.

"I need... more champagne," he breathed.

"No, you don't," she whispered.

"I don't?" he pouted.

"C'mon, let's see this place... OH MY GOD..." she gasped at the huge room when she turned the light on.

It is lavishly decorated with thick carpets, and Victorian features.

"I only see one thing I'm interested in here."

"Me too," she whispers, turning to him and leaning up to kiss him. She reached around him to slam shut the door and locked it. She rubbed her hands down his back and kissed him on the lips.

"Hmmm, I love you" he murmured, feeling the effects of the wine. He had not even realized he said it.

"I know," she whispered, kissing him back. "And I do too..."

She leads him toward the main room where the large king sized bed is, with the luggage beside it. Pouting like a child he asked, "No more to drink?"

"I want you to be aware of what's going on, right? Paul, I don't' think you should drink anymore," she says firmly. "Not tonight."

"I do want to remember," he whispered. "I want to remember everything about you. Is my wallet somewhere?"

She threw her jacket over the bottle of champagne, while guiding him toward the bed, and helping him to sit down on it. Loosing her balance, she fell on top of him. He grinned and reached up for her, thankfully distracted from the thought of any wine. Under her she felt the bulge, realized it was to one side, and found what he was after. Reaching into his front pocket, she pulled out his wallet. "It's right here..."

"Good," he whispered. "Can you put this with it?"

He tugged off his expensive watch, and handed it to her. She wrapped it around his wallet, and set them both on the bedside table. She began to take off her own jewelry and put it next to Paul's by the lamp.

"Here, can you take this?" he asked, handing her some folded bills from his pocket. Large bills.

"Sure, what for?" she asked. She gasped at the folded tens and twenties, a stack thick as her finger's width.

"It's poking me," he smiled.

"Wow," she muttered. She opened the money he handed her. It's three hundred at least. Distracted, she saw he had gotten up from the bed.

"They have a full bar here, love." he called. She sighed and got off the bed, and moves between him and the wine.

"Paul, please no more alcohol," she pleaded.

He throws his hands up, "I wasn't GOING to. I meant for you."

"I don't want anymore," she says. "I want you..."

"I want you too," he said, eyes blazing. "But you don't really want me. I wish you did."

"You don't know that," she said. "Please... I do..."

He leaned down to kiss her hungrily. She stood up on tiptoes and kissed him hard, seizing him by the hair.

Boldly, he thrusts his hand down her dress and massaged her chest. Pushing his jacket down his arms she got him to take it off, and then swung him around and backed him toward the bed again.

"That feels so good Paul..." she whispered when they parted, her hands unbuttoning his shirt.

"I can make you feel even better," he cooed, voice slurred a bit.

"I know," she says, leading him towards the bed with one hand. She sits down on it, tugging him to sit next to her.

"Damn, I want this." he sighed deeply, then shut his eyes for a minute. "Please don't see no." "Paul, come here," she whispers, and kisses him, pulling him down. She is unbuttoning more buttons, kissing his chest and rubbing it.

"Do I make you wild, Julia, because if I do, I can make you feel so incredible!" he moaned.

"You make me crazy," she whispered. "And you make me forget..."

She pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him, glancing down at him as she pushed his hair aside tenderly. "I want to make you forget." he whispered. "I would like that more than anything in the world."

"I know," she smiled. "You're the most incredible man I've known..."

"I am, aren't I?" he kidded, rubbing himself against her.

"Yes," she whispered. "I love that about you."

She rocked her hips on him and he groaned, "This would be...ummmmmmm."

Slipping her skirt up, she let only her underwear remain between her and his pants. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and tugged it off him. He began to rub her from the back. She lifted her hair and moved off him, turning around to indicate her zipper on her dress.

"Help me?"

He teasingly began to move it down. Yet he could not resist and shifted her dress upward to peel it off of her more quickly. She smiled and tugged it off over her head, throwing it aside to remain in her slip and bra now, and garter stockings.

"Tell me what you're going to do to me," he growled, making eye contact with her.

"I'm going to lick you slowly, and I'm going to tease you till you can't stand it," she whispered.

"Lick me where?" he asked, mesmerized by her. "Tell me."

"Wherever you want me to," she whispered.

"And what if I can't contain myself?"

"I'll take care of you, Paul." She said, and moves off him to slowly rubs him through his pants.

"I would like that." He sighed. She pulled his boots off and throws them down. He groaned as she removes his clothes, feeling somewhat numb. She starts to unzip his pants and tug them down, then pulled the sheets aside. He moves his hips so that she can do so.

"Oho underwear," she laughed.

"I lied," he teased, eyes shut. She rubbed him through his underwear and smiled.

"Under the sheets lover?" she asked, nudging him to lie as she pulls the sheets beneath and over him. He slid under the sheets, and with a growl, pulled her close.

"I love it when you call me that." he panted. She smiled and kissed him.

"I know..." Julia kissed his ear. Rubbing up against him she lay down on top of him and pulled the sheets around them both.

"Comfortable?" he smiled, looking up at her.

"Oh yes..." she sighed. Julia rocked her hips against him and kissed his neck softly.

"There's only one thing more delicious than champagne..." he hints as he licks his lips.

She smiled, "I think I know what you mean...'

"I was hoping you would"

Moving off him, she pulled her slip off. Shyly she kneeled by him, in her garter stockings, panties, and bra.

"It ain't a crime to be good to yourself," he teased.

"You want to lick it up?" she guessed, and pulled the sheets down. She repositioned herself to lie alongside him, so her head was down by his hips. Paul in turn repositioned himself so his head was beside her hips.

"I wrote that" he slurred as he reached for her. "I was thinking of you when I wrote it..."

"How?" she asked. "I wasn't even in your life then..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he chuckled. "But it SOUNDED smooth, didn't it?"

"Oh yes love," she whispered. He reached to pull her underwear down. Julia kissed his belly and nuzzled him through his underpants, hooking her fingers under the waistband. His fingers fumbled at her garter belt, struggling to unfasten them. Having some difficulty, he yanked the one a bit in frustration. Together they unhooked her garter belt.

"Mmm..." he murmured. "I want this... please God, Jul....."

"Does this hair continue ALL the way down?" she joke, and pulled down his underwear slightly.

"If you want it to."

"Something wrong?" he murmured, kissing her thighs.

"I caused THAT?" she teased.

"It's allllll yours," he teased.

At first he kissed and bit her thighs, then slipped off her panties while she tugged his underwear off his ankles and threw it down. With her hands she rubbed him lightly, moving into position so he could have access to her. Confidently, he pulled her toward him so that he can taste.

She smiled and leaned down to kiss him lightly. He moaned with his face between her thighs. She sighed deeply, and then she slid her tongue down him, gathering her courage as her hair tickles his thighs. Paul moaned, voice muffled as he sucked at her.

Feeling, his hot breath on her she whimpered, "OH Paul... You feel so good!"

He raised his hips a bit to encourage her. She kissed his thighs and slips her mouth over the tip, kneading from the base with her hands. He pulled back a bit, not wanting her to go too fast. Licking along his length, she marveled at his size for a moment. He rubbed his hands encouragingly along her thighs.

Massaging his balls a bit, she moved her other hand to rub him. He began to moan louder. She lifted one leg to give him better access to her, and lay it on his shoulder.

They lay side by side, Paul continuing to explore her gently, then applying more pressure. She rubbed him vigorously, then lightly takes him in her mouth.

"Oho, God..." he moaned. She smiled and continued to pleasure him, going slow at first. Shortly she thought of Chad, then puts him out of her mind. Paul is letting her control this. He rocked his hips slightly, but making a conscious effort to let her control the pace. She smiled and continued to lick, and pleasure him, raking his thighs with her nails.

"Please me Paul... please!" she begged, looking up for a moment.

He pulled off her, panting, "Sweetie...."

"What?" she asked. "Am I doing something wrong?"

"Noooo, you are doing everything right." he groaned, then went down on her again voraciously.

She groaned and resumed licking and sucking. He continued to become more excited. With him in her mouth, her whimpers and moans were muffled. He grabbed her as if to pull her off him as he guessed he would go soon.

"Julia..." he moaned.

"Paul," she gasped, pulling off of him. She felt him start to tense as he yells her name again. She grabbed his hips tightly, and slipped over him again. Unable to take all of him, she held the rest in his hand.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he yelled, stage voice becoming a bit evident. He felt himself beginning to reach orgasm and flicks his tongue on her to pull her in too. She groaned through having him in her mouth, shivering violently with pleasure. Paul grabbed her hips and pulled her close as he reached the peak.

She wrapped her arms around his backside, her jaw aching as she feels him stiffen. He cried again as he felt his release. Julia almost choked as she tried to swallow him. He tasted bitter at first, then salty as he came in her mouth.

"It's OK, Jul... It's OK," he said, still stunned from his intense orgasm. She pulled back, coughing a bit.

"Oh, God, Julia, come here" he begged. She slowly struggled to lean up again and lay alongside him, head near his. He cuddled her close as he hugged her tight.

"I wanted to give you something back for being so loving to me..." she whispered. "To let you in..."

"You owe me nothing... but you were still incredible. That was so intense." She buried her head in his shoulder, hugging him.

"I don't want to lose you Paul..." her voice broke.

"I'm not going ANYWHERE," he said firmly. "Nowhere."

"I only owe you my... love in return for yours," she whispered. "The chance to let... you love me.... Like I do you..."

"You have that. You've always had that." He says, kissing her lightly.

"I do love you," she cried.

"I love you too, baby," he said as he rolls over on top of her to kiss her again. She smiled and wiped her tears.

"You're so incredibly wonderful..."

He smiled, "I'm an idiot. Don't be fooled." She felt him press against her belly. He played with her face a bit, running his finger along the contours of her face.

"I had the best time tonight with you." he whispered. "Even if it WAS with Gene and Mandi."

"So did I," she whispered back. "I feel like a woman again..."

He squeals a bit, imitating Mandi. She groaned, "OH god, that was embarrassing."

Paul leaned down to kiss her face, "You are the worlds most SEXY woman, let me add to that."

"Mmm, and you are the worlds sexiest man..." she cooed. "Mr. Million dollar ass..."

"Lucky we ended up together then, huh?" he winked.

"Yes," she whispered. She wrapped herself around him for a moment, hugging him tightly.

"Can I have more champagne?" he teased, his eyes twinkling.

"If you behave," she scolded. He looked at her, pouting.

"What... do... I need... to do?" he panted, kissing her again.

"I don't know," she laughed, shifting to try to regain her balance on the bed. It was very soft and they sink into it.

"I think the champagne is over there by the bed..." he said, while she strained to rise to a sitting position. She was still on top of him.

"I think I can reach it..."

"Some day," he started. "You'll want to be with me, fully."

"Yes," she nodded, scrambling to get up. "I'll get your champagne..."

"But if that's awhile yet, I can deal with it...I think..." he teased. As she struggled to get up she moves past him and then her eyes widened. He settled down deep into the bed, eyes closing quietly in comfort. She suddenly realized she moved RIGHT over him, and he's already coming to arousal again. She shifted to regain her balance and he slid right into her. Her eyes widened because he filled her so much, far more then Chad or any lover she had before.

He hissed as he entered her, and sighed deeply, "Let me guess. That was not on purpose. Because if it was..."

Her eyes widen as she feels the pressure of him against her, and gasped. "Oh god... I... oh my god..."

"It's too much, isn't it?' he said to her, sadly.

"No it isn't," she whispered.

"Jul, you know I'm ready when you're ready," he whispered, grabbing her hips. He watched her with dark eyes. He could tell that she is struggling a bit with his size, for she was tightly sheathing him. Paul was surprised because she felt like she hasn't had sex for a while.

"Oh god," she moaned. He rolled her over gently so that she can get comfortable, never pulling out of her. She gasped and moved a bit, her eyes shut with what appears to be pain he's so large. He continued to move slowly in her, watching her face carefully.

"I can help..." he offered. He pulled her up slightly so that the angle is not as harsh and begins to move her hips toward him, not entering her as deeply.

"You're so... so... ohhh it stupid it is..." she flushed.

"Honey, relax" he murmured. "I would never hurt you...."

"I know..." she whispered.

"Just relax, shhh..." he soothed. Chad was never so patient with her. She took deep breaths, and shivered with delight and anticipation. He rubbed her hips gently to soothe her, increases the pace very slowly.

She has her eyes shut and she's moaning.

"Is it... what you expected?" she whispered.

"Oh, dear God, yes," he panted.

"So intense,' she moaned. "You fill me so much... ohhh god..."

"I have been waiting for this... ohhhh, Jul... You feel so damn good."

"So do you," she whispered.

"Shit..." he moaned. "Protection."

It was still a bit painful, and she winced. He pulled out of her slowly, looking at her face in disappointment. She whispered, "I'm sorry..."

"I can get something if you want" he whispered back.

"Please do," she whispered.

"I want you..."

He slid over to grab his wallet and quickly clicked off the light before he put on his condom. She saw his shadow for a minute, back to her, while he dug in his suitcase for some lubricant. He rolled back over to her, leaning her gently on the bed, and entering her again. She tried to relax and spread her legs to be more open to him this time. Moving gently into her, he sighed loudly as he snuggled against her.

"You ever... have you ever come during sex?" he panted.

"Not often," she sighed. "I..."

"Well, you're going to," he whispered excitedly. "I will make sure of it."

She gasped as she feels him moving, "You will? What do I have to do..."

"Relax, my love, and just think about me making love to you. Think about what I'm doing to you."

"Is there... something I should do physically?" she whispered. "It seems like forever since someone...anyone did this so well..."

'Do what you want," he whispered. 'Whatever feels good."

"I don't know..." she looks at him momentarily helplessly. "Teach me..."

"Shhhhhhhh," he comforted her, and seized her hips. "Move with me, Jul."

She nods and starts to try to rock with him, remembering how Chad would pound into her while she remained statue still. She gasped, "I never moved... I always let... my partner decide..."

He began to show her the rhythm She wrapped her legs around his waist and crosses her ankles at the base of his spine. Paul sighed, "Perfect..."

She rubbed his chest, massaging as she begins to moan. He had picked up the pace quite a bit, knowing the perfect amount of pressure and depth. He moaned, "You're taking me in now. I can feel you all the way down."

"I am?" she gasped.

"Hmmm," he hummed. She's glistened with sweat and glancing up at Paul with passion in her eyes.

He kissed her hungrily for a moment, continuing to guide her hips at a quicker pace. She whimpered against his lips, leaning up on her arms to brace herself. He panted heavily, and she was quite excited hearing him.

She suddenly started to cry out loud, hearing herself almost wanting to scream. As he felt himself becoming excited, he tilted her hips up higher so that he can move against her excitement. He urged, "Yell for me, Jul. Only me..."

She screamed a bit as she feels him rub a sensitive spot, following it with another whimper. Biting her lips, she tried to stifle her cries, afraid of who might hear. He reached down to kiss her again and she feels him tense up. Groaning and screaming she felt the explosion of light start in her hips and rise up her spine to the base of her skull. He screamed along with her, finally reaching the pinnacle he's been wanting. Wrapping herself around him tightly she instinctively pulled him as close as she could inside, and they reached their climax together. Her whole body shuddered as she came harder then she ever has before.

He panted heavily. He pulls himself to her tightly, hugging her as he watched her cum. There were tears in her eyes and she falls against him, weeping. "Oh, sweetheart...." he whispered, continuing to hug her tightly, rubbing her hair.

"Oh, God, thank you," he sighed. "You have no idea..."

"Ohhh Paul," she sobbed, holding him close. "I have never... felt like that before..."

"That's because you've never been with anyone who cared," he smiled.

She smiled and sniffled, "Then why am I crying?"

"Because you regret not letting me have more champagne." he teased.

"I could use some," she sighed deeply, stretching under him.

"Absolutely" he cooed, kissing her nose.

"I am just sorry I was so tight... I must have been..."

"Shhhh, Julia, for God's sake, don't you see how incredibly wonderful you were tonight?" he shushed her, putting his finger over her lips.

"I was... wasn't I?" she laughed, curling up.

"DAMN good, my love," he kissed her. "But then again, you'll learn from the best."

"And how much I've been looking forward to having you?" he says, as he leans over to get champagne.

"I have so much to learn," she laughed coyly. "You'd think I'd know, being thirty something and having a kid for god's sake... but I feel like a teenager who's just had her first love..."

"You want to hear something funny?" he chuckled, returning and clicking on the light, "That was one of those damn Paul Kondoms. All I had was that stupid sample Gene gave me."

Julia could see him standing there, with a pair of black boxer shorts on, holding two glasses of champagne. She laughed hysterically and hugged herself. "Fucking Gene!" he laughed.

"Who's gene fucking!" she howls with laughter, shaking spasmodically. She's giddy from their lovemaking.

"Most likely, your little girlfriend." he winked, handing her a glass, then sitting down next to her. Julia started to imitate what she thinks Mandi would sound like having sex. Paul did his woodpecker laugh.

"PERISH the damn THOUGHT!" he howled, eyes shut tight for effect.

"God, size does matter!" she chuckled.

"OH BROTHER does it... when the man can USE it..."