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A Night of Firsts

Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn't want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You're not a monster are you?

This author would like to thank: TNP, Thee_Disciple, MaitreNuit and DarkLord Z for always being able to proof read my crap.




Strobe lights flashed, painting temporary targets on the wall as they throbbed with the music. Yvonne Strahovski and Sarah Lancaster, two of the hottest female leads on NBC's Chuck were working off the day's toil on their bodies relaxing at a local night club.

Yvonne, the blonde had on a pair of tight fitting jeans, some heels, a black tank top that showed off her lime green bra and a light over shirt. While Sarah had gone for a more relaxed black dress that was snug in all the right places.

They danced to the music as a young guy came over and spoke over the music.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked, Yvonne looked over to Sarah who shared a smile.

"Sorry, but it's ladies night tonight." Yvonne said, shooting him down.

He smiled and brought his hands up in a 'no-harm, no-foul' type manner. He turned and went back to his friends, as the two ladies watched him walk away.

"That's the second one tonight!" Sarah exclaimed. "We are so hot!"

The two girls shared a smile as they continued to dance. The song came to an end and there was a sound of cheers as the next tune came on.

"Do you want to get a drink?" Sarah asked, nearly having to shout in her co-star's ear.

The blonde simply nodded as she wasn't keen on ruining her voice. They walked over to the bar and ordered two drinks. The male bartender seemed very interested in Sarah as the way he bent over and leaned looked a lot like he was trying to see either down her top or at her long, silky legs.

This went unnoticed to Yvonne who was looking around at the outskirts of the bar. Spying two seats with a table, she turned to see Sarah paying the man, while rolling her eyes. The two walked away, and were about to reach the table when Sarah stopped.

"Hold my drink?" She asked politely.

Her blonde friend nodded, Sarah then bent at the hip, letting the bartender see all of her rump. She looked past her shoulder and smiled, wiggling it ever so slightly. This made the bartender's face change in an instant. Sarah stood back up again and the two hot young ladies burst out into giggles as they carried on walking.

The loud music pulsed through the club as Yvonne and Sarah found a table in the corner of the club. Sitting down their drinks, the two young ladies fell into their seats, Sarah shouted over the music to her blonde friend.

"So never with an American guy?" Sarah said matter-of-factly, resuming a conversation they had earlier in the day on set.

The blonde nodded. "That's right. Whenever I get laid it's usually with a Polish guy or an Australian."

"Haven't you ever been curious?" Sarah asked, sipping on her typically girly drink.

Again, the blonde shook her head. "Not really. Sex is sex right?"

"Well, sex is sex, but it can be fantastic with the right guy."

This made Yvonne smirk. "And you'd know would you?"

Sticking her tongue out, the brunette smiled. "Well, I have had a lot of American men. We've got to get you laid!"

Giggling, Yvonne surveyed the scene and saw nothing but preppy douchebags and no one that seemed that interesting to her. "Here?"

"Here? God no! All the men here are dicks! We're going to that NBC fundraiser tomorrow aren't we?" The blonde nodded her head. "Well, why don't we try and find you a stud there?"

This made her blonde friend giggle again as they fell into more silly conversations as the club was filled with life.

***

Harry's cars lights were the only source of light on the long stretch of I-405. The long yellow beams of light, cut through the night as he made his way back to his office. Taking a sip from his cardboard cup of coffee, the sharp intake of caffeine boosted Harry's senses back to life as he pulled away from the leafy suburb of the Californian Department of Social Services. His stomach grumbled as he did so. He'd been at work since half past eight in the morning and hadn't stopped to get anything to eat, looking at the clock it was close to midnight.

He entered the city and various shops illuminated the streets. Finding a suitable mini-mart, Harry parked up in the near empty street. Stepping out and shutting the door, he locked the car and stepped inside. There was a bell above the door that jingled every time you opened or closed it. There was a large Indian man sitting behind the counter who grunted his acknowledgment. He seemed much more interested in the TV show he was watching.

Harry took hold of a couple of chocolate bars and placed them down on the kiosk. Fishing out a ten dollar bill, he passed it to the cashier who ran it through the till and gave him the change. Harry looked over the change, made sure it was right and made his way out. Saying goodbye he just received another grunt.

Shaking his head, Harry tossed the sugary snacks in the car and was about to set off when he saw something across the street.

Five Minutes Earlier...

Yvonne was tired and wanted to go home. Looking around, she saw Sarah in a corner talking to a guy. She waved her goodbyes and Sarah smiled and nodded.

Stepping outside, she suddenly felt out numbered. There were a lot more men out here than females and security guards nowhere to be seen.

Acting confident, she walked down to where the cabs waited and waited for a cab to become available. She leaned up against the cool brick wall as she waited... And waited... And waited. It wasn't a great feeling, she felt like a slab of meat as drunks looked her up and down. Then she recognized one of them.

The same guy who had asked her for a dance was turning the corner with his two very large friends. Looking around, Yvonne realized that now, she was on her own and very exposed. Keeping her eyes on the ground, she prayed he wouldn't notice her.

Fat chance.

"Yeah... You're the ladies night lady arentcha?" He asked, slurring his words a little.

Yvonne looked up, smiled sweetly and nodded.

"Well, looks like it's not ladies any more... Just a lady."

Yvonne looked around and nodded again, sweetly smiling at the man.

"Well, what's say you keep me and my boys here company?" He asked, getting closer and closer to her.

"Ah, not really thank you." She said, keeping civil.

"Come on baby. You could keep us company. We're real polite." He said, bringing a hand up to touch her bra strap. Before he could reach it, she tucked it away and shook her head again.

"No thanks. Just heading home now."

"Now baby, play fair. Me and the boys could take you home. Maybe you could show us that sexy little bra you're wearing?" He added, getting closer to her and reaching for it again.

This was it for her, time to sink or swim. She knocked his hand away from her with a lot of force. "No means no ass hole." She scolded him.

The guy smirked and turned to his friends, saying something quietly. He turned back to her and grinned. "That's real nice. We like 'em when they're feisty!" He was going to advance on her again when there was a loud whistle from behind them.

Turning around, Harry stood there walking calmly towards them.

"Whatchu looking at buddy?" He said, turning to face Harry.

"Not much. Some thugs that think they can intimidate women so they can get off."

"Thugs? Maybe we should show you how accurate that is?" He said, being flanked by two larger men.

"You could try. It's been a while since I kicked someone. Not since last year's MMA tournament at least." Harry said with a confident smirk. Walking closer to them, he had closed the gap and was feeling very confident. He had no experience in MMA but had seen a lot of Clint Eastwood movies so he knew how a tough guy should act.

"... Damn freaks always get so excited. C'Mon boys we're out of here." The thug said, making his way past Harry and leaving him and Yvonne alone. The larger one glared at him, simply making Harry take a forceful step forward to send him scampering.

Smiling, he turned to Yvonne who was shaking with terror. His face fell, and he quickly unzipped his bomber jacket and wrapped it around her.

"Are you OK miss?" He asked, as she sank to her knees, still terrified from the encounter.

"They were going to... Going to..." She started but couldn't finish the sentence.

"No they weren't. I was over there watching the whole thing. They wouldn't have been able to touch you with out me getting here first. I'm Harry, what's your name?" It had already clicked with Harry who this was. Yvonne Strahovski. Star of NBC's Chuck, starring as Sarah Walker one of the agents who looked after Chuck. He had watched Chuck on his iPod in bed and was quite a big fan.

He opted to keep quiet about it as she could be even more freaked out about it.

"Yvonne..." She said, catching her breath and looking up at him, tears welling in her eyes at the prospect of the situation.

"You've got a lovely accent Yvonne. Is that Australia or New Zealand?" Harry asked, keeping her talking so the adrenaline in her and indeed his, body could pass.

"Australia."

"I see, did you move over here recently?"

"No, when I was younger... But I still visit so I never got a local accent."

"I see, well it certainly suits you." He said with a warm smile. "Were you waiting for a cab?"

"Yeah... To take me home... My friend!" She said, startled, standing up she saw Sarah turn the corner and come rushing over.

"Yvonne! Are you OK?" She asked, hugging her friend tightly.

"I'm fine Sarah. This guy came along just in time!"

Sarah turned to face him and smiled warmly.

"I was going to make sure she got home OK. Will you be able to do that?" He asked, bending at his knee to make eye contact with the ladies.

"Yes, thank you so much!" Sarah said with a warm smile. The cab, Sarah had already called for made its turn around the corner and drove up to the curb. Winding down his window, he asked for Sarah by name. She must've called it from inside the club.

Both of the ladies climbed into the cab and as it was about to drive off, Sarah leant over.

"Thank you again for this. We both really appreciate it!"

"No problem. Take care now ladies." He said with a smile as he turned and walked back to his car. He had got in and was heading home when he realized he'd left his jacket with Yvonne. Cursing aloud, he carried on going. He could always pick up another one near Christmas.

***

The sunlight cracked through the window, Harry was getting good at being up at the crack of dawn so that he could meet the kids. Sitting up in his bed, he spun round and let his feet touch the floor. With his back to the window, he rested slightly still waking up really. Rubbing his eyes, Harry opened them and saw the tuxedo he had rented for the evening sitting on a hook on his wardrobe.

Stifling a yawn, he looked at his bedside clock and saw the red lights to illuminate that it was close to seven o clock in the morning. In close to twelve hours time he would be at the NBC press event 'A Night For Heroes'. It was a standard affair in which modern day heroes, like Harry apparently, would be honored by the system and celebrities. It was suggested that their may be a cash donation to the charity/hero being honored. That would be nice, he thought to himself as he started to dress. We could use new staff... And more centers... More foster homes would be great too...

'Great.' He thought to himself. 'Now I'm anxious.'

***

Yvonne woke up in a large comfy bed. It wasn't her own. She looked over her shoulder and saw Sarah sleeping next to her. About to wake her brunette friend, she decided against it. Remembering the past evenings events. She also remembered the young guy who saved her from the three thugs after the club. The way he had moved so selflessly made Yvonne's heart warm. Yvonne climbed out of bed and walked down to the kitchen. There was a ticking clock in the hall way, the young blond noted as she walked past it. Just catching the time on its face, Yvonne noted that it was close to eight o'clock and she needed to go shopping in time for the NBC event this evening.

As she started to pour herself a cup of coffee she heard Sarah shout down to her.

"Milk, two sugars."

"Got it!" Yvonne shouted back up, smiling, she grabbed another cup and measured out the coffee granules for her co-star. Leaning back against the kitchen table, she thought back to the unpleasant turn of events that had occurred and just how lucky she was that the younger guy had turned up to help her out. She had slipped into an almost dream like state when the kettle boiling shook her out of it.

***

Harry was finally done with everything so he was on his way out. His tuxedo was laid out on the back of his car's seat and Harry was anxious to put it on. He looked at the time on his wrist watch and saw that it was close to one in the afternoon. Six hours until the deadline, he smiled happily and drummed away on the steering wheel with the current tune being blasted out on the radio.

Pulling into his driveway, he slipped out of his car, grabbed his coat and made his way inside. Twisting the key in the lock, Harry stepped inside to be greeted by Spot, his cat. Bending down, he stroked the kitty who reciprocated by rubbing up against his leg.

Harry jogged up the stairs and went into his bathroom. Unbuttoning his lilac shirt, he dumped it on the floor and kicked off his pants leaving his work clothes in a neatly arranged pool of his working life. Peeling off his boxers, Harry kicked them to one side as well and jumped in the shower. Letting the warm water wash over him, Harry dreamt of the night to come.

He foresaw not really famous people, hangers on, like what'shisname from The Hills or that fat blogger no one liked. Maybe a real celebrity like Jennifer Love Hewitt or Kristen Bell may turn up. Now, that would look good on his facebook photo album. He smiled to himself as he washed himself.

Wasn't it a NBC event though? Maybe some stars of NBC would be contractually obliged to turn up. Maybe Yvonne would be there? Maybe Sarah too. It would be nice to see them again, it would certainly be under better circumstances than it was last night.

Satisfied, Harry stepped out of the shower and selected his razor. Rubbing shaving cream over his hands, Harry lathered his face up with the cream and carefully cut away the stubble on his chin. While he didn't have chance to admire her last night, he conceded the point that she looked gorgeous. The creators of Chuck weren't idiots, there were several episodes where Yvonne had to cut down to her underwear. There was one instance where Yvonne had to jump in a shower, whilst clad in lingerie.

Those particular scenes were Harry's favorites as it always meant a lot of her lovely, silky skin would be shown. Careful not to drift off into a day dream, Harry had shaved off all of his facial hair. Still with plenty of time left, Harry changed into sweat pants and sat down to watch the TV.

***

Yvonne and Sarah were now sitting in a new dress shop in down town Los Angeles sorting through various gowns and dresses, ready for the big event.

"What do you think about this one?" Sarah asked, holding out a light blue dress. Pressing it up against herself, letting Yvonne look at it.

"No, I don't like that one. What about that plum one you had earlier? I really liked that one." Yvonne replied, leafing through the display sizes.

"Ugh, couldn't fit my fat ass in it." The brunette replied, making Yvonne scoff.

"What about this?" Yvonne looked up and saw Sarah was holding a creamy colored dress with a golden trim.

"We have a winner!" The blonde said with a smile, putting down the magazine and grabbing her own gown. Having already paid for her dress, she escorted her friend to the cash register.

As Sarah passed the cashier her credit card, her blonde friend glanced at the clock on the wall and saw there was the better part of three hours to go until the event.

***

Harry was now dressed in his tuxedo and waiting for the knock on the door. NBC had supplied him with a limo to take him to the event. Standing up from the chair, Harry tugged at the shirt that had become ruffled and straightened it out. Sighing heavily, he was nervous and knew it would start to show soon.

Walking around his front room, he made sure not to scuff his shoes or dig a trench in his front room with his feet. There was a steady knock-knock-knock on the front door, letting Harry know that there was some one at the door.

Walking over, Harry tugged the door handle and the large wooden door swung open to reveal a man dressed in typical limo driver garb.

"Mister Taylor?" The man said with a warm smile. He looked a bit like an older Jon Faverau with grey hair and a chin beard that formed a goatee in the middle of his face.

"Yes, hello." Harry said with a smile.

"Hi there, my name's Greg. I'll be your driver for the night. You ready to go now?" He had the slightest tinge of an New York accent which was weird for the are Harry lived in. Looking around Harry couldn't see anything he needed to fix up or finish off so he nodded.

"Yes, should we go now?"

Harry stepped out of the door and locked it behind him. Greg walked down the driveway to the front and opened the back door. Smiling, Harry stepped into the back of the car and sat down. He was instantly blown away by the surroundings, the seats were leather and there was a chilling bottle of champagne in between the backseat of the limo. Chuckling to himself, Harry poured himself a glass of champagne and sat back, sipping on the crystal clear liquid.

"So what's your story pal?" Greg asked, the partition between the back of the car and the front was down so they could see each other. "You saved someone's life?"

"Not quite, I work with child protective services. I was orphaned when I was quite young and been with them since I could join. As far as I know I'm getting some kind of life time achievement award or something. Not that I deserve it..." Harry trailed off to the end. He knew he didn't deserve it, but the economy is still in tatters and America needed some good news. And that meant there had to be champions, which unfortunately Harry was, apparently.

"You don't think you deserve it?" Greg repeated Harry's last words for clarification.

"Not really. I'm just doing my job. Doesn't the average garbage man or cashier deserve one as well? I'm just a office worker with a fancy diploma and instead of customers I have to help children."

"Well, you must be under much more stress. People are losing their jobs and offices are closing. Are you not taking up all their work too?"

"Yeah."

"Cashiers aren't doing the work of other stores are they?"

"Well, no."

"Cashiers aren't helping kids get over parent's dying are they?"

"No..."

"Cashiers get paid for over time as well don't they?"

"Yeah."

"Do you?"

"No, I'm on a salary."

"So why shouldn't you get acknowledgment? You certainly deserve it!" Greg said with a warm smile.

Harry looked for a debate but couldn't find one. "I suppose you're right. Have you seen much of these types of events before?" Harry added, unsure of what to expect.

"Not really. I can imagine they'll probably ask you a bunch of questions on the red carpet, if there is one, and then the event will probably be full of presentations. Again, this is speculation, I've never been on that side of events."
Harry nodded and looked outside again. "So, what do you do while we're at the show?"

"Me and the other drivers typically meet up and play cards or something. Then I'll take you home after the event."

The rest of the drive was a fairly uneventful one with Greg and Harry sharing casual banter. Soon, the city's skyline came into view and they arrived at the venue. It was a large building with a press pit for the paparazzi and NBC press agents.

"Alright Harry, here we go." Greg said with a smile, looking up to his mirror to look at his client.

"Thanks Greg." The younger man said with a smile, stepping out to the red carpet. Greg had opened the door for him. Looking out, he observed the carpet for the first time. It was a long sideways affair that ran to the building. A young male stage hand darted over to greet both he and Greg.

"Which one of you is Harry Taylor?"

"That's me" Harry offered, sticking his hand up.

"Great, my name's Paul, I'll be escorting you inside. If you'd like to come with me?"

Harry nodded as Greg clasped him on the back in a 'good luck' manner. Walking inside, he felt conscious of the camera's flashing at him as he walked inside. However, he knew that he wasn't a celebrity and shouldn't be treated as such.

Inside the hall there were lots of people there already and some famous faces he recognized. There was that guy who hosts Fear Factor and the UFC. Joe something? Joe Logan? He wasn't sure. Sure enough, fame whores were there in the tramps from The Hills and that fat blogger guy. Finding his table, Paul went down on a crooked knee to speak to Harry.

"Right, if all goes to plan you'll be called up at ten minutes to the hour. You just need to keep your speech to about two minutes all right?"

Those last words hit Harry like a ton of bricks. A speech. Oh shit. He hadn't prepared one.

"Sure." Harry said, keeping a calm ton in his voice.

"All right, you'll be seated with some celebrities. I think it's the cast from Chuck."

Another tonne of bricks hit him. Chuck? Maybe Yvonne would be here tonight? Keeping himself calm, Harry nodded as Paul shook his hand and disappeared into the dark.

***

Striking poses together on the red carpet, Yvonne and Sarah had two big smiles on their faces as the camera's illuminated them. Paul approached the two, careful not to obstruct the camera's eye. He gave a tap of his imaginary watch and the two women acknowledged him. Giving one last pose, the two hooked their arms in each others and they made their way inside it. Being directed to Harry's table, they didn't see it was him.

Sitting down to the left of him, they made the connection.

"Harry?" Yvonne exclaimed. He had turned to face them and was met by the two Greek Goddesses come to life.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, trying to keep his voice from squeaking at sheer glee.

"Fancy that!" Sarah mused, shaking his hand after Yvonne gave him a hug.

"Yeah, fancy that."

"Are you here from last night? That can't be it!" The blonde babbled, her Australian tone was lovely to hear as Harry smiled.

"No, I work with troubled kids in Social Services."

"Oh wow. How's that going for you?" Sarah asked, tugging her chair in. Tucking herself in, her legs resting under the table.

As Harry and Sarah spoke, Yvonne got to look at her rescuer in a more civilized manner than their previous encounter on the streets. He was a very handsome individual. He looked like he had a good body, it was difficult to tell under his suit. His hair was a smooth brown, that looked a little long but had been gelled back in a 'wind swept' look. He had no trace of a stubble, a personal pet peeve of hers and his green eyes looked so deep, like she could get lost in them. She must've been staring when she felt Sarah elbow him in her ribs.

Jumping back to the conversation, she nodded and took a stab at what was being said.

"Yeah, that's great."

"What is?" Sarah asked, crooking an eyebrow.

"What we were just talking about." She jumped up and grabbed a Martini from one of the waiters. Shocked, but regaining his composure, he offered the drinks to the rest of the table.

Politely declining, both Harry and Sarah shared a glance.

"You think it's great that he could be losing his job?"

"His... Oh my, Harry I'm sorry!"

"That's all right! You looked like you were in a different galaxy let alone a different room!" He smiled, as Yvonne patted him on the forearm. They were about to speak again when the lights dimmed, the show was about to start.

***

There was a short montage of video footage focusing on Harry's work. When they called his name, his table were particularly vocal in their support. Sarah and Yvonne both taking time to hug him, Yvonne kissed him on the cheek as he made his way up.

Ready to collapse, Harry ignored it and pressed on. Standing up on stage, he realized just how isolated he was. Standing at the podium, he thought for a brief moment before the words began to flow.

"When I was very little, my parents were killed in a car accident. I was left alone and in the hands of the CPS." He paused, looking to the side of the stage to collect his thoughts, before continuing. "They looked after me and made me into the person I am today. But, with all the recent cuts, we're taking away the chance I had. Now, it would be easy for me to feel fine with this award but it shouldn't be for me. It should be for all the kids who survive a tragedy and evolve into a fully functional member of society. So, this is for them. Thanks a lot."

Harry made his way back to the table to various hoots and hollers and general applause. Sitting at the table, Yvonne had pounded back her sixth or seventh Martini, he looked concerned when she hugged him tightly.

Sarah shook her head lightly and laughed as she sat back down again.

"That was a great speech Harry." She said with a smile, the blonde nodded enthusiastically.

"Yep! Great speech!"

"Not to be rude... But how many have you had?" Harry saw something in her that frightened him. She looked just like one of the drunks he'd confront. They were so certain that they could change but never managed to see their kids on their birthdays. It made him sick.

Her brunette friend caught Harry's look and intervened.

"Too much. Yvonne. Conference." Sarah commanded, tugging her by the arm she dragged her off to the toilets. Stepping inside, the brunette looked around quickly before confronting her friend.

"Are you trying to scare the guy?"

"What?! No! Why?"

"Well, you're pounding back the drinks like it's going out of style. If you keep it up you'll be wasted and he won't want to know."

Yvonne was about to argue, but shut her mouth. Sarah was right. She knew it too. Hugging her friend, Yvonne got emotional.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just make that one the last one kay?"

"Sure. Should we get back?"

The night had come to an end and the table had made their ways out to the car park. Yvonne took Sarah to one side. "I'm going to sleep with him."

That was a new one. "You're what!?" Sarah said in a hushed voice.

"You heard me. I'm going to sleep with him. I decided when I was inside. He's everything I need. American, looks after himself and most of all has a good heart. Look at him, he deserves it.

Sarah was about to speak when she realized Yvonne was serious. "All right. What do you want me to do?"

"Can you call me in fifteen?"

"Sure." The two shared a hug and Sarah waved her goodbyes to Harry.

"Are you not going with Sarah?"

"I thought I could ride with you. If that's OK?"

"That is more than fine!" Harry said with a smile, Greg opened the door for the two before winking at Harry. Taking no notice, they sat in the limo and spoke for a bit until Yvonne's phone went off.

"It's Sarah, excuse me. Hi Sarah..."

"Hi Yvonne, I've called you. Now what?"

"Wait, he did what?"

"Yvonne? What are you talking about?"

"Where are you now? All right, stay at my house."

"Ah. Rock his world girl!"

"I will. I'll see you soon."

Yvonne hung up before looking at Harry.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Sarah, she's got a total creep of an ex-boyfriend who seems insistent on following her around. Can you come back to my place? We can meet her there."

"Sure. Greg, can we make a detour?"

"Of course pal. Where are we going?"

"Seventeen Oakland drive." Yvonne said, looking at the mirror. Greg nodded and voiced his acknowledgment.

"I'm really glad you're here Harry."

"Yeah, no problem. Do you think I should stay the night?"

Perfect! Yvonne thought to herself. He was doing most of the work for her. "If that's OK?"

"Sure. I have the weekend off."

They sat almost silently, as they drove to Yvonne's house.

***

When they arrived, Harry let Greg go. Walking down the long drive, there was a light on in the kitchen.

"That must be Sarah." Yvonne wondered aloud as they went through the front door. The pair walked in and headed into the kitchen. There was a note on the table. Yvonne picked it up and read it out loud.

"Yvonne, I've been picked up by my parents. I'll call you in the morning. Sarah. XOXOXO. Sorry Harry it looks like it was a wasted trip."

"It's fine. I've got to spend some more time with you." He almost couldn't believe how cheesy that sounded. He felt blood rush to his cheeks as Yvonne smiled.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Please. Do you have any soda?"

"Sure. Diet coke OK?" She asked, pulling open the fridge door to peer inside.

"Perfect."

"Cool. Do you want to grab a seat? I'll be in shortly." She motioned to the main room where her TV and the majority of her furniture was. Nodding, he made his way inside and took a seat on her sofa.

A few moments passed and Yvonne walked in with two glasses of diet coke. Thanking her, he took the glass from her and sipped on the cool beverage. They were quiet for a moment when Yvonne broke the silence.

"Earlier you said you got to spend more time with me. Do you like that?"

"Well, what's not to like? I'm just a dweeb and you're really hot!"

It was Yvonne's turn to blush now. "Thank you... But you're not a dweeb. I think you're hot too."

There was a silence that seemed to last an eternity before Yvonne spoke again. Lifting her glass, she smiled.

"Here's to being hot." Leaning in, she planted a kiss on his lips. It only lasted a few moments. Breaking, they looked at each other and put their glasses down. This time, with more passion and urgency, they kissed again. Yvonne climbed on his lap and took his face in her hands. Holding him, she moaned into his mouth as he put his hands on her buttocks. He didn't seem sure as to what to do with his tongue.

Yvonne was more than happy to guide him. Nudging his tongue with hers, she wrapped it around and sucked on his tongue. Soon, she broke the kiss and playfully nipped at his bottom lip. Looking down his body, she put her hands on his chest and tugged his shirt apart. Buttons sailed across the room as she dived in, kissing his chest and working her way down. She was very happy with the state of his chest, toned with a thin fuzz of body hair.

She reached his bottoms and pulled his pants open too. Reaching in, Yvonne pulled out his seven inch member that had now hardened. Licking her lips, she brushed her hair back behind her ears and opened her mouth. Licking his tip, she smiled with pride when he groaned at her simplest touch. Wrapping her dainty hand around his shaft, she looked up and spoke softly.

"Are you a virgin Harry?"

"What? No... Sorry."

"Don't be. I like a pro." With that, she winked and started to suck on his cock. Her lips formed a vacuum around his shaft and she slowly bobbed up and down.

Placing her hands on his waist, she bobbed up and down as she loosened her lips. Flicking and running her tongue along his shaft, before expertly flicking her tongue against his ball sack. Amazed at what was happening, he wasn't ready to pinch himself. Instead, he opted to run his hands through her blond hair while she sucked him. As she reached his head, she noticed that cum had started to bubble already. Thinking nothing of it, she scooped up the cum and carried on sucking. Cupping his balls with her right hand, she moaned as Harry started to entangle his fingers in her luscious locks.

Grunting, Harry's hips lifted up off of the couch and before he could warn her he had shot his load inside her mouth. Slowly, his hips fell back down to the couch and he realized how pitifully he had done.

"I'm... I'm... I'm sorry I had too much to drink earlier..." Embarrassed, Harry started to form excuses. Thinking nothing of it, she shook her head and stood up. She had since swallowed his load and smiled.

"It's fine babe. Let's go upstairs."

He kicked off his pants as Yvonne took him by the hand and led her upstairs. Reaching her bedroom with several stops for kisses on the way, Yvonne unzipped her dress and kicked off her shoes. She wasn't wearing a bra but her lacy black underwear truly was a sight to behold. Harry's dick had hardened again as she walked to her bedside table and fished out a box of condoms. She quickly checked the expiration date before tossing them over to him.

"All right big boy. Time for my fun."

He nodded and took out a condom, she didn't really think of it at the time but he seemed to be spending a lot of time working on the foil.

Eventually, he managed to get the plastic sheath out and had rolled it down on his member.

"How have you done it before?"

"Only missionary I'm afraid." Harry said, climbing on the bed with her.

Yvonne shook her head.

"You poor thing. Missing out on one of the best feelings in the world! Lie down." She ordered as he complied.

Lying down, Yvonne parted her legs and climbed on top of him. Prying her pussy's lips apart, she slowly impaled herself on his shaft. They both shared a groan, with an overly dramatic hair whip by Yvonne. His hands fell on her breasts, he played with her nipples until they hardened by his touch.

Taking the left one in his mouth he sucked on it, bringing the small nub to life. His hand was playing with her other breast as they indulged in each other's bodies. Tweaking the nipple, like he would a radio dial, it seemed to do the trick as she rocked her body on him.

Her pussy was soaking wet. He could feel it through the rubber sheath and how she moaned.

Yvonne's hands were on his shoulders as she raised and dropped on his member. Harry dragged his mouth across to her other fleshy mound, not letting his lips leave her skin. Bringing his hands up to her left breast, he played with her tit again as he sucked on her right nipple.

"Oh Harry..." Yvonne sighed, she felt how tightly her pussy was hugging his shaft. Harry brought his lips off of her tit and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in tighter as they kissed. She started to grind her cunt against his shaft, increasing her pleasure ten fold. Breaking the kiss, Yvonne groaned out loud again.

Finding his hands, Yvonne pushed him to the bed and held his hands high above his head. With a more primal lust, she brought her hips up and slammed them down, almost like a piston on an old steam train. Involuntarily, her nails dug into his skin as she lost herself in carnal desire. A thin film of sweat formed on their bodies as Yvonne's eyes started to dim.

"Oh... Oh... Oh yeah!" Yvonne screamed aloud as her hips went crazy. They weren't following a pattern any more, simply up and down, or front to back, coating his shaft and lap with her womanly juices. Her hands let go of his and she started to paw at her breasts. Taking the initiative, Harry rolled her over so he was on top. Her legs hooked around him and he pounded her.

"Oh fuck..." He sighed as Yvonne's legs squeezed him tightly. Putting one hand above her head, he grunted as he continued to fuck her. Her pussy clamped down on him and her back arched off of the bed. Time seemed to still as Yvonne practically recreated the scene from the Exorcist. There wasn't a single part of her body on the bed as she shook with an orgasm to awake the Almighty.

Feeling how snug her pussy was and with the sudden clamp down, Harry shot his load. Spurt after spurt smacked against the rubber as he continued to fuck the lovely lady beneath him. His strength soon sapped from him and as his pulsing strokes came to a stop, she hugged him tightly. His head rested on her shoulder as they caught their breath.

Rolling onto his back, he smiled softly as Yvonne curled up against him, letting her panting mouth rest on his shoulder.

"That... Was... Amazing!" She panted wiping some sweat soaked hair from her face. "Thank you Harry."

"My pleasure." He panted, holding her softly.

"So... Where do I land on your list?" She smiled, her index finger traced his hairy chest. Playing between his two nipples. She looked up when he didn't answer.

His cheeks had flushed with red again. He looked down, smiling inanely. "You're the best."

"Bullshit. I bet you've had better. Where do I land?"

Trying not to look directly at her, Harry bit his bottom lip. "Umm... Yvonne..." He said, his eyes desperate to avoid her gaze.

"It's alright. I'm just glad we did this. I'm sorry for prying."

"Can I tell you a secret?" He asked softly. When she looked at him and nodded, he said, "Promise never to let this leave this room? Not even Sarah can know."

Sitting up, looking at him. She nodded again. "Sure. What is it?"

Smiling shyly, he leaned forward, kissing her softly. When they broke apart,

he smiled, still looking shy and nervous despite his best efforts. "Thank you

for being my first."

Seeing his shyness, Yvonne tried to piece together what he was talking about. She looked at him, red still in his cheeks. This was bothering him something fierce. His confidence hadn't really taken a knock except for the blowjob earlier... Then it clicked.

The condom. She thought, trying to think what about the condom had made her focus on it. He struggled with it! He didn't exactly say anything but other guys have got them on quicker. Especially with me. Perhaps it was a different brand? But all of the rubbers work the same. She brought her gaze up to Harry's eyes as her head put the clues together.

"Harry... Are you a virgin?" She asked very softly. Almost as if she was afraid of his answer.

Shaking his head, he had a big smile. "Nope!"

Sighing, Yvonne smiled. "Thank god..."

"Well, I'm not anymore!" .

Looking up at him again, Yvonne got very serious. "What do you mean?"

Looking at her, he said, "Well, since we did it, not now."

Shaking her head, Yvonne sighed, it was hard to remain mad at him. "Oh Harry... I shouldn't have been the person to take your virginity. You're supposed to give it to someone you love. Someone you really care about."

Turning his body to face her, he smiled, taking her back into his arms.

"Yvonne, I do care about you. I'd like to think that you're my friend." He said, before thinking of something. "It can't have been a coincidence that we met each other two nights in a row."

"Why did you lie to me?"

Sighing, he spoke softly, "Because I didn't want you... I didn't want you laughing at me because I'm so inexperienced." Looking away from her, he added softly. "It was hard enough to fake not being scared..."

Rolling over onto her back, Yvonne groaned and put her hands on her face.

"Jesus Harry, is that what you think of me?"

"Well... Not any more."

"Well, since we're being honest... I was going to seduce you... So, I'm just as much to blame." He opened his arms and she dived in, wrapping hers around his waist. She spoke softly into his chest.

"You know... If I took your cherry... Maybe you should take mine?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I've not had anal before."
"I see." Harry's balls practically exploded. "You're suggesting I fuck you in the ass?"

"Why not? It's only fair." With that, she hopped off of the bed and found a small tub of Vaseline. Twisting the top off, she scooped up the cool liquid and liberally stroked it on his shaft. Passing him the tub, she crawled to the top of the bed and wiggled her ass invitingly.

"Can you lube me up first?"

He nodded and coated her ass hole with some of the liquid. Spending a couple of minutes on it, she lifted her head and spoke softly.

"All right. Let's go."

Nodding, he tossed the pot to one side and parted her ass cheeks. His cool, coated shaft pushed up against her butt hole. He hovered, unsure of what to do. Yvonne grunted a noise of approval and pushed her hips backwards. Slipping three inches inside her, Yvonne asked him to stop when he tried to fit more in.

"Just... Give me a minute." She asked, her head fell down as she waited for her ass to accept his size. It probably could have done with more lube, but it was too late for that. "All right. Go."

Pushing in, Harry managed to fit another two inches inside her and met more resistance.

"I think that's it. Can you fuck me like this?"

"Certainly."

He held onto her hips and pulled out some of his shaft. Pushing it back in, he delivered slow, steady strokes that made her groan again. Sliding one of his hands under her body, he rubbed her pussy as he carried on fucking her.

Reaching beneath her, Yvonne guided his hand on her pussy rubbing her more sensitive area as her ass was invaded.

He couldn't believe just how tight she was as her butt hole squeezed him tightly. Suddenly, her ass accepted all of him and he fell in deeper. His balls slapped against her pussy and their hands as he fell in deeper.

Yvonne let out a passionate scream as her ass was invaded completely. Her entire upper body collapsed as she and Harry frigged herself to an orgasm while her fucked her. Taking his hand off of her cunt, he quickly sucked his fingers clean before putting both of his hands on her hips and fucking her harder.

Another film of sweat was forming on them, wiping his forehead clean, Harry leant forward and kissed her on her shoulder as she screamed into her mattress. She was still fingering herself and was clawing at the bed sheets with her free hand. Her back arched as she came to another orgasm. Panting, she spoke softly. "Spank me."

"Spank you?"

"Fucking spank me!" She ordered, looking over her shoulder. Nodding, he brought his right hand up and smacked it against her skin. With each thrust inside her, he made another spank. Making sure to punctuate each thrust with a swift spank, she cried out as his nuts started to tighten.

Sure he was going to blow his load, he pulled out and shot it all over her back in an arcing shot.

Yvonne's head rested against the sheets as she sighed and let him finish. When he didn't say anything, she brought her head up and saw he was fast asleep. Smiling, she tugged at the covers and curled up with him under them.

***

It was close to eight o'clock in the morning when Yvonne heard her phone whir to life. Reaching over, she scooped it up and looked at the text message.

'Fun? Xoxo' Sarah had sent it to her earlier in the day, she just hadn't heard it.

'Very! Xoxo.' She replied, smiling. Looking at Harry still asleep looking absolutely blissful.

A few moments passed before she received a reply.

'Call U?'

'Later! He's asleep.'

'ASLEEP?! Wake his ass up!' Yvonne giggled at Sarah's reply, she was about to reply when Harry woke up.

"Morning." He said with a smile, wiping the sleep away from his eyes. "Good. This wasn't a dream."

"I'm sure it was close to a dream, but no. We actually did the nasty last night. How did you sleep?"

"Excellent thank you. Yourself?"

"Well, I had a pain in my ass. Any ideas?" She teased, as Harry hugged her.

"Want me to kiss it better? Who's on the phone?"

"Oh, it's just Sarah. She wanted to know what I got up to."

"Well, deflowering must be a big one right?"

"Certainly is. But, I promised not to say."

"What about three orgasms to me?"

"Only three? I'd better see to that." She said with a smile, putting her phone down the two shared another kiss.
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