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From: "Gyarados Pokemon" <gyarados@scottss.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Claire Danes - The Interviewer (MF, celeb, cons, oral)
Date: Mon,  6 Aug 2001 04:10:03 -0400
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Sorry for the new email address people, but I learned google is
closing down all the my-deja addresses.  oh well nothing lasts
forever.

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction, any similarity between
this and any real events are cooencidental.  This story contains
explicit sexual material. If you are easilly offended or are
underage or such material is illegal in your area stop reading
now, Otherwise enjoy.

Claire Danes - The Interviewer (MF, celeb, cons, oral)

By Gyarados

     I had just gotten in from an assignment in LA and decided to
sleep in late. Work trips always drain me terrible.  When I woke
up at 2pm, I awoke to the phone ringing.  Grudgingly I answered
it. I tried to say 'hello'  but it came out more like
'Hrrrurrooooo' as I mumbled the words still more asleep than
awake. 
     "Brian? Is that you?"  The voice on the other end of the
line was my boss's secretary.
     "Yeah, It's me."
     "Good, I just wanted to tell you that I've got the
information for your next assignment right here.  Mr. Anderson
would like you to start on it soon."
     I sighed to myself, wishing I wasn't a staff reporter.  "All
right, who am I to interview this time? The Mormon Tabernacle
Choir?"  I snapped at her.
     "Actually, you might enjoy this one.  Your going out to Yale
to interview Claire Danes."  Now this could indeed be good,
Claire Danes was one of my favorite actresses.  She had such
genuine air about her.  Unlike most of Hollywood she seemed to be
true to herself and her ideas.  It was said she idolized Jodie
Foster and it showed.   In fact many people thought Claire chose
Yale over other schools because that was Jodie Foster's Al Ma
Mater.
     "OK, I'll come in tomorrow to pick up the info.  I assume
I'll at least have a couple of days to do research before I head
out?"
     "Of course, Brian."
     In fact with the weekend I had four days to recoup before I
headed towards Yale.  When I drove onto the campus I was floored,
Being a New Yorker and an NYU graduate, I was unaccustomed to how
sprawling something could farther away from the cities.  The
Magazine had thought of everything, In with my usual information
was a visitor's parking pass and a map of the campus.  I found a
place I could park in without fear of being towed and walked to
the dormitory where Claire was spending her years of academia.
     I managed to get past the dorm monitors at the desk easily
evidently they had received word I was coming to interview
Claire.  they escorted me all the way to her room.  I knocked on
the door. A few seconds later Claire opened the door just a peek.
 "Brian Davidson, Star Review Magazine, " I said to her unasked
question.
     "Oh yeah. I was expecting you. Come in." She said opening
the door and motioning me inside her room.  I entered her room
and took a second to take in her and her room as the door closed
behind me.
     She had a private room, It was not the neatest room in the
world nor was it the messiest.  In fact it was far neater than my
room had been at NYU.  Claire herself was a goddess, even if
today she was dressed down.  She wore an oversized Yale
sweatshirt and a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts that were
barely visible beneath the tail of her sweatshirt.  Her blonde
hair was pulled back into a ponytail.  She wore no makeup, not
that she needed any.  Claire was a true natural beauty.  Her skin
was nearly flawless and though I couldn't see the curves of them,
I knew her small breasts were under that heather-greysweatshirt.
     "Sit." Claire ordered me in a sweet way with a
shy smile.  I sat on her bed where she motioned, right next to a
large stuffed bear.  Claire herself took a seat in a small chair
near me. I pulled out my pen and paper and started to interview
her.  I must say that Claire lived up to every one of my
expectations and then some.  We talked about her acting career
and her taking time off from it to study at Yale mostly.  We were
almost done when I thought to bring up the subject of her love
life.
     "So, last anyone heard, you were dating Australian Singer
Ben Lee.  Are you and he together?"
     "Well," she paused, "Ben and I broke up a couple of months
ago. I guess it hadn't made the news yet because well, I've been
out of the Hollywood scene for a while."
     "So is there anyone special in your life?"
     "Not really, I haven't had more than a date or two since Ben
and I broke up."
     "I'd figure you'd have men all over you."
     "I do, until they figure out where they've seen me before. 
Then they seem too, I don't know, shy to ask me out."
     "I'm sure there are some people not put off by Hollywood.  I
mean I wouldn't be."
     "Yes but you see, You see famous people all the time, you
talk to us, you probably even hang out with some."
     "All right you got me there."
     "I thought so, I've heard about you and Mandy Moore."
     "What have you heard."
     "That you two are together. Oh don't worry, few people know.
 I just happened to hear it from Natalie Portman."
     "Oh, I didn't know you and Natalie were friends."
     "I'm just full of surprises aren't I?"
     "Well, maybe. What else did Natalie tell you?"
     "Um, let me think," now her smile had went from shy to sly,
"I know about how 'open' your relationship with Mandy is.  And I
know what you and Natalie did by her pool."
     "Oh? Do you now?"
     "Yeah, and remember how I told you I haven't had a boyfriend
in a while.  Well, that also means I haven't made love in a
while. Actually a lot longer than I've been single, what with Ben
living in Oz and all.  I guess it's been about half a year and,
well, I've gotten very horny."
     I inched closer to her. "Yeah?" I asked.
     Claire pushed me back onto her bed and stood before me.  I
reach for her but she shook her head.  "Watch first, play later."
 With that she turned on her stereo and a sultry slow song came
on.  Claire started to dance slowly and seductively.  Her hands
traveled up her body and over her breasts.  She knelt down and
bit on her finger in a suggestive manner.  As she stood back up
her hands fell down to her waist and she lifted her shirt up over
her tanned stomach letting it drop before it rose high enough for
me to see any of her breasts.  The second time she lifted up her
shirt she took it higher. Her shirt rose up slowly revealing inch
after glorious inch of her petite body. She let the shirt rest
around her neck for a while as she massaged her lovely teen
breasts.  Then she took off her shirt and threw it to me.  It
smelled of her, perfume, and sweet sweat.  I buried my face into
it as my eyes stayed transfixed on her glorious body.  I hadn't
dared to dream it yet, under ! that shirt Claire had nothing on.
My member throbbed as I imagined her waiting for me. The excited
feeling she must have gotten as the cotton shirt rubbed against
her nubile young breasts.  Claire turned around so her back was
to me. She bent over until her hands were on the floor while her
knees stayed unbent.  I drooled into her shirt as I ogled her
lovely trim ass.  Claire fiddled with the buttons of her shorts
and then with a sigh eased herself out of them.  Claire turned
around completely nude.  My jaw dropped as my eyes were drawn to
her lovely snatch.  She had trimmed it neatly, Shaved completely
around the lips yet leaving just a small patch of blonde pubic
hair just above her clit.  I grabbed her hips and pulled her to
me.
     Claire squealed with delight as I pulled her down onto the
bed.  I ran my tongue quickly down her body searching for the
seat of her pleasure.  My tongue quickly was playing with her
engorged clit.  Claire started raking her nails up and down my
back lifting my shirt up as she went.  I broke the rhythm of my
cunilingus on her only long enough for her to lift my shirt off
over my head.  Then my head went back between her thighs.  I felt
her thighs close around my head as her body was ripped with the
tale-tell muscle movements of an orgasm.  I moved up her body
wanting to get my cock inside her.  We both worked on my pants
until I kicked them off onto her bed.  We lined ourselves up so
our interlocking parts would interlock and Claire pulled on my
hips bringing me down into her.  She was warm, wet, and tight as
her vaginal muscles started to milk my cock.  I stabbed at her
with my dick again and again.  Our mouths met in a passionate
kiss. The heat of that kiss was like a t! housand supernovas.  It
was almost more than I could handle.  In no time I was ready to
cum.  I pulled my cock out of Claire's tight hole and held it
over her.  Her hands went for my cock and she started to jerk me
off towards her face.  I exploded and sent a load of cum over her
body.  My cum flew over her lips and face and down onto her neck.
And then lower onto her breasts and stomach.  Claire licked her
lips tasting my cum.
     After the glow of our sexual encounter I fetched Claire a
towel and wiped her down.  We laid in eachothers arms until it
was almost time for all guest to leave her dorm.  Claire walked
me down to my car to say our good-byes.  We kissed one more time
before I drove back towards New York.




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