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Journal of an Agent: Chap. 21 - Ashley Judd 

By Carnage Jackson 

carnagejackson@hotmail.com
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Standard Disclaimer: 

You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your
community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know
the rest. 

This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial
use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask! 

This is Part 21 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the celebs don't act
like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all. 
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	It's been almost a year now since I took over my father's talent
agency, abandoning my life at the time to come out and try to maintain
his very profitable business - meeting and well, sleeping with, a
pretty big amount of celebrities. I had told myself that after six
months I'd call it in and go back East to the lifestyle I grew up in.
But now, I think that at least a little more time spent in Hollywood
might be in my best interest.

	I stood right now in the airport lobby, having just flown into the
Louisville, Kentucky airport. Beside me stood my current love
interest, Natalie Portman. We were in Kentucky to visit her friend
Ashley Judd for a weekend in the country, and to give me a chance to
try and lure away Ashley from her current agent, some nobody out of
New York.

	"Dean, are you SURE you got all your bags? I mean, I know I only have
one but come on, I've never seen a guy bring three suitcases for a two
day trip," Natalie said, laughing at me in good fun. I had brought so
much luggage, one of the "suitcases" actually being my briefcase and a
lot of paperwork for Ashley to hopefully look over. The rest...well, I
had to admit that I had probably over packed, not sure what the
weather would be like in Kentucky that time of year.

	"I know, I know. Better to always be prepared. That's what my mother
used to say anyways. Besides, you said Ashley wanted to go hiking in
the woods this weekend any ways right?" I asked, slugging my briefcase
over my shoulder and trying to keep up with Natalie, who happened to
only have one bag over her petite shoulder.

	Natalie was wearing a pair of burgundy corduroy ankle-length Capri
pants and a t-shirt, a baseball cap planted firmly on her head to try
and keep her from being noticed by any die-hard Star Wars fans. The
newest Star Wars film was going to be coming out real soon, which
meant intense media attention towards Natalie, especially given the
scantily clad costumes she was reportedly supposed to be wearing in
the film (she refused to tell me one way or the other, just smiling
mischievously whenever I asked). She had confided in me that she
didn't really mind being in the spotlight or the PR work that
promoting the film required, she just hated getting cornered by the
hardcore fans.

	Hailing one of the waiting cabs outside the airport, we piled in and
gave the driver Ashley's address as he pulled away.

	"You folks better get comfortable," he said in a thick Southern drawl
"This here is out in the middle of nowhere. It's a 45 minute drive,
depending on traffic,"

	Natalie sighed a little exasperatedly and settled back into the seat,
taking my hand in hers, her small fingers wrapping against mine. I was
exhausted from the flight, flying first from Los Angeles to New York
to meet Natalie and then hopping on another plane to come to Kentucky.

	Natalie removed her baseball cap and shook her long brown hair free,
resting her head against my shoulder. Now it was my turn to sigh as I
laid my head against the back of the cab and closed my eyes.


	I must have dozed off, because when I awoke the scenery had changed
drastically - trees lined the road on both sides and there didn't seem
to be any cars coming at us or behind/in front of us. I was awakened
by the feeling of Natalie's hand rubbing against my thigh, very close
to my crotch. I adjusted myself so that I was more comfortable and
looked down at Natalie. Her eyes met mine and she smiled, the fading
light of the sunset reflecting off her angelic face.

	"You remember the first time we got together, in the back of that
limo?" she whispered softly to me, her mouth close to my ear. "You
remember how we much fun that was, the thrill that we might get
caught?" Natalie said, her hand now resting squarely on my cock,
rubbing it gently through my jeans.

	"How could I forget. That night was incredible, in a lot of ways," I
whispered back to her. I realized that the whispering was unneeded, as
the driver of the cab had on a pair of head phones and seemed to
rocking out to some country or rock station, the faint sound of it's
melodies competing with the hum of the cab's engine for the only sound
that was audible.

	"Well, I was thinking about it while you were sleeping and it got me
incredibly horny," Natalie said, rubbing my crotch even faster now.
"And I was thinking, since there is no one around and the driver isn't
paying attention..." she trailed off.

	I just leaned my head down and kissed her head, putting my hand over
hers that rested on my lap, giving her a sign of encouragement.
Natalie slowly unzipped my pants and reached her hand into the jeans,
grasping my cock through my boxers, glancing up every second or so at
the driver to make sure he indeed wasn't watching.

	Very slowly and quietly, she began to jerk me off, her small fingers
caressing my now very hard meat. I leaned back more into the
faux-leather seat, spreading my legs a little to allow her more
access. A casual glance by the driver would have only shown Natalie's
small body pressed against my chest, one of my arms wrapped around her
shoulder.

	Of course, what he wouldn't have seen was me slowly snaking my hand
up under Natalie's shirt and cupping her small breasts, rubbing the
nipple between my fingers as Natalie's hand slowly moved up and down
on my shaft. Natalie sighed quietly as I rubbed her, alternating
between her breasts slowly, both of us very cautious not to give this
backwoods country cab driver a free show.

	We continued like this for a while, Natalie's forehead slowly
starting to glisten with sweat and my own orgasm very near. I had
managed to work her breasts free from the constraints of her bra, her
hard nipples rubbing against my palm. Natalie's face was flushed as
she turned her lips upward to kiss me, a deep and passionate kiss that
was also quite tender. Her mouth tasted just the way I remember - like
heaven, with a slight taste of some kind of fruit and a small tongue
that was no match for my own.

	Unfortunately, just as I was about to cum right there in the back of
the cab, the driver pulled off his headphones and said "Is this the
place?"

	We were both startled and I think jumped at least six inches off the
seat, pulling away from each other hurriedly. Natalie quickly adjusted
her shirt while I zipped up my pants, my orgasm so close that it was
almost painful.

	"Uhh...let me check," Natalie said, reaching into her purse to pull
out a picture of the house. Though it was now just about dusk, the
house the driver was now idling in front of was quite obviously
Ashley's Kentucky home.

	"Yeah...yea, this is the place," Natalie replied. We both opened our
doors and got out, digging our stuff out from the trunk of the cab.
Setting it on the ground, Natalie went in towards the house while I
fished in my pocket for the money for the driver. As she walked past,
the driver startled us both by grabbing hold of Natalie's wrist.

	Natalie looked a little frightened by the sudden movement, but it
turned out to be nothing.

	"Geez, I hate to do this, but Ms. Portman, do you think I could get
an autograph? My two sons just loved watching you in that Phantom
movie and they would just die if they knew I had Queen Amidala in the
back of my cab," the driver said in a soft voice, smiling at Natalie.

	"Oh! Oh, yes, of course, sure. What are your sons names so that I can
make it out to them?" Natalie asked.

	"Ben and Taylor. And if you could make it out to me, Jim, I'd
appreciate it too," the driver said very politely.

	"Not a problem," Natalie said, smiling. The driver had given her a
little notepad to write on and Natalie quickly scrawled a message to
the three Kentuckians. Handing the pad back to the man, Natalie said
"Here you go,"

	I stood beside her now and held out the money for the fare, about to
hand him a hundred dollar bill.

	"Thanks for going out of your way like this, Jim," I said. "You can
keep the change"

	"No, you put your money away young man. No charge for this fare. It's
not every day I get to drive around royalty," he said.

	"Well, thank you very much," I said, gathering up my bags. Natalie
and I watched the man turn around on the dirt road that we were now on
and watched him drive off when he stopped the cab again.

	"Oh, and listen. I won't tell anyone about what you two lovebirds
were doing back there," Jim said, again smiling that country smile.

	Both Natalie and I must have blushed at the same time because he
laughed now. "Don't worry about it. After driving this heap of metal
for 15 years, you two are HARDLY the most outrageous thing I've ever
seen happen in my back seat. Take care,"

	Driving off, Natalie and I waved to him. "You believe him?" I asked,
still a little dumbfounded that he would give up 100 bucks for an
autograph "Sure, people out here are different than those LA snobs you
are used to," Natalie replied, giving my cheek a quick peck.

	We walked up the gate to the house, luggage in tow. "I hope Ashley
has something to eat, I'm starving!" Natalie said.

	

	The two girls had met when Natalie filmed her last non-Star Wars
film, "Where the Heart Is" with Ashley, and had apparently become
close friends, exchanging email and keeping in touch with each other
through instant messages and other Internet mumbo jumbo that I just
didn't quite understand. We had planned this trip to coincide with
some of Ashley's down time between films and right after Natalie's
mid-term exams. Of course, my schedule was flexible enough to be able
to leave whenever I wanted to, but I still had hoped to get a little
bit of work done this time and to be able to still write the trip off
as a business expense.

	"Well well well, look at these two city slickers, walking up onto
Judd property," Ashley called to us from her porch. She leaned against
a column on the house, her arms crossed against her chest. She was
dressed pretty casually like the both of us, wearing a torn University
of Kentucky t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Despite being a pretty big
star in Hollywood, it seemed that the country accent and upbringing
from her family of singers hadn't worn off of her completely yet.

	"Hey Ashley!" Natalie said as we walked up the steps to the house.
Natalie dropped her suitcase and hugged Ashley, Ashley's height being
significantly taller than Natalie's petite frame. Though her hairstyle
and color had changed a lot, Ashley currently was set on a short,
cropped and curly brown hair color, the curls sticking out in all
kinds of directions.

	I stood there awkwardly as the two girls chatted to each other,
almost oblivious to my presence. Ashley finally stopped in
mid-sentence and looked up at me.

	"Oh! You must be the famous Dean Simonds that Natalie just keeps
raving about," Ashley said, walking over to me and giving me an
enthusiastic hug.

	"That would be me. I like your house here, it's rustic but still has
some of that LA charm," I said.

	"Spoken like a true West Coaster," Ashley replied dryly.

	"Hey now, I grew up on the East Coast, up in New York, so don't give
me any of that West Coast bullshit. I'm just in LA...visiting," I
replied to her, laughing.

	"Sure, sure, whatever," Ashley said, guiding us inside "Here, come on
in. You two are just in time for dinner. Hey Dar, come here and say hi
to Natalie and Dean," Ashley called down a hallway.

	"Dar" was actually Dario Franchitti, Ashley's race car driving fianc 
of almost two years. A Scot, he was a little taller than Ashley and
looked just like a race car driver, his black hair slicked back on top
of his head.


	We all sat down in the living room for a few minutes while dinner was
finishing being cooked (A veggie salad for Ashley and Natalie, who
were both vegetarians, and fried chicken, biscuits and other home
grown vegetables for "Dar" and myself).

	"So, are you two up for some hiking tomorrow?" Ashley asked, sipping
on a glass of wine while sitting in a leather chair across the way
from me and Natalie on the couch.

	"I am. I love being outside, especially this part of the country.
It's so relaxing to go out and just explore the wilderness a little,"
Natalie replied. "Although, I'm not sure how much hiking Dean will be
able to do. His knees always hurt even when we walk around New York
City a little. What a wuss," she said, playfully slapping my chest.

	She was right however. I had hurt my knee a long time ago back in
high school when I played soccer. A slide tackle had pretty much ended
my career then, and even to this day whenever I walk a great distance,
especially up hills, I end up with a week's worth of pain.

	"Well, that's ok. I wasn't going anyways - I know these hills like
the back of my hand and there really isn't any reason for me to go
again. This will be good then - you and Natalie can hike it up and be
back here in time for a late afternoon dinner," Ashley said to Dario.

	"Oh is that so?" Dario replied. "And what are you and Mr. Simonds
over there going to do all day?"

	"Oh, I'm sure we will think of something," Ashley said, winking at
me. The whole room burst into laughter but something told me that
Ashley wasn't completely joking around.

	We ate dinner a few minutes later and the food was delicious. I had
had a grandmother who was from the South and I always remember loving
when she came to town because of the delicious food she would always
cook. Though a little on the dry side, Ashley's fried chicken was
almost like those home cooked meals I had enjoyed so many ages ago.


	The four of us socialized for a while, but both Natalie and I were
exhausted from traveling and decided to go to bed a little early. We
made love for a little while but finally just collapsed after a couple
of go-arounds, both of us too tired to go on.

	"Dean, I hope you know that you can trust me tomorrow with Dario when
we go hiking," Natalie said, her head resting on my chest. I could
feel her small, soft frame breathing in and out against me, her small
breasts crushed against my chest. Her sex lay on top of my right leg,
the warmth of our intercourse still giving it a comforting and
radiating warmth.

	"Of course. I have no reason not to trust you. And besides, I don't
think that race car drivers are your type. Too reckless. I think you'd
rather date someone who travels a lot. Someone who gets to meet all
the stars and get into all the big parties in Hollywood. You know,
someone like me," I replied, smiling at her. Natalie lifted her head,
her brown locks falling in front of her face.

	"Is that so? Gee mister, you have me all figured out!" Natalie said
playfully in a mock serious voice. She leaned down to kiss me
goodnight, a long and soft kiss (I always will remember the feel of
her tongue inside my mouth. It always felt like heaven on earth).

	"Goodnight," she murmured, rolling off of me. I could tell she was
about to fall asleep. I reached my arm over and stroked her back as
she lay breathing next to me, feeling the softness of her skin beneath
my fingertips.

	"Goodnight," I whispered and then began to feel myself drifting off
to sleep.


	The next morning, I awoke to find Natalie already out of bed and,
come to find out, gone. Walking out into the kitchen, I found Ashley
sipping a cup of coffee and reading the local newspaper.

	"Morning," I yawned, scratching my messed up hair with my hand
lazily.

	"Good morning," Ashley said, not looking up from the paper. "They
left around 6:00. It's an all day hike and they wanted to get back
before dark tonight, in case you were wondering," Ashley said,
finishing her sip.

	"Oh. Ok. Well, where is that coffee pot? I think I need to connect
that caffeine directly into my veins. It was so hard getting up this
morning, that bed was incredibly comfortable. I think you are trying
to trap us here, giving us all these creature comforts," I said,
finding the coffee pot and pouring myself a cup.

	"Na, I can't trap Natalie. That girl is too strong willed - she would
never go for something like that. You on the other hand...I'm still
trying to figure you out, but you seem to be the highly trappable
type," Ashley said, lifting her head up from the page for the first
time.

	She was wearing only a purple bathrobe and a pair of long plaid
pajama pants, her brown hair tied behind her head in a ponytail.

	"Figuring me out is easy - give me a big plate of food, a big bed to
sleep in and a girl to lie next to me and I'm yours," I replied
jokingly. "Of course, you could probably say that for any man,"

	"Touch ," Ashley said, punching my arm lightly from across the table
affectionately. "So, you want some breakfast or what? I don't have
much meat in the house but I bet I could scramble up some eggs for
you,"

	"That would be wonderful. Don't go to too much trouble though," I
said.

	"No trouble at all. You're a guest in my house AND the boyfriend of
one of my best friends. I could go so far as to suck your dick and it
wouldn't be any trouble," Ashley said. I couldn't tell from her tone
of voice if she was serious or not. I suddenly felt a little
uncomfortable sitting there in just an undershirt and boxer shorts.

	Ashley picked up on my discomfort.

	"That was a joke. Chill out. I'm engaged, remember?" Ashley said.

	"Right, of course. How silly of me. People in Hollywood NEVER cheat
on each other," I retorted smart-alecky.

	"Hey mister, you better watch that mouth you got on ya. We don't take
too kindly to jokers here in the South," Ashley said in her deepest
Southern accent. Ashley returned to cooking the eggs and soon the room
was filled with the scent of cooking done by a chef who really knows
what they are doing.

	After breakfast, I got in the shower and tried to think of anything
but Ashley. But no matter what I did, my mind kept running over and
over again the little flirting gestures she had shown since we got
here. I had been unfaithful to Natalie before in our relationship, but
that was when we were across the country from each other. I stood very
little chance of getting caught.

	But here I was, Natalie out for the afternoon but possibly able to
come back at almost any time, and one of her best friends was hitting
on me (an engaged one, no less)! Was I out of my mind to think that
even if Ashley really was serious in her flirting that we could get
away with it without our significant others finding out?

	The thrill of risking it all like that in such a knowingly dangerous
situation began to turn me on incredibly, but I pushed my thoughts
aside for the time being. Shutting off the water and drying myself
off, I decided to see if Ashley continued her maneuvering and take it
from there...adultery requires two people, after all.

	I found Ashley relaxing on the swing of her porch, quietly enjoying a
glass of lemonade and reading a book. Wanting to get my mind as far
off sex as possible, I walked back inside and grabbed my briefcase,
bringing it out in an attempt to persuade her towards joining my firm.

	"Oh no, I KNEW there was an alternate method to your trip up here!"
Ashley groaned upon seeing the briefcase.

	"I know, I know. But this damn thing just follows me around wherever
I go. I figure I gotta make the most of it when I can. So tell me
Ashley," I said in my most serious business voice. "How satisfied are
you right now with your current representation?"


	"I'm completely satisfied. Well wait, no, I'm not satisfied. I mean,
I don't know! You big city boys come down here and just confuse a
little Southern belle like me on purpose don't you?" Ashley said,
reverting to her Southern accent again. "Please, sit down and tell me
about all the services that you offer,"

	She scooted over on the swing and I sat down. We talked about her
future films for a while and I found out that she wasn't interested in
making tremendous amounts of money, she just wanted to star in a lot
of movies and get top billing. She wasn't even concerned with doing
really GOOD movies, she just wanted to move out from the shadow of the
rest of her family and prove that the Judds weren't completely about
just singing.

	As we sat there, slowly rocking back on the swing, the lazy fall
breeze blowing in every now and then to jostle my papers around, I
noticed that Ashley had moved closer and closer to me and that her
legs were just about touching my own.

	I tried to play it off as a coincidence, but when she started rubbing
her leg against me (the rest of her body acting on it's own accord), I
knew she was serious. I stopped her in mid-sentence.

	"Ashley, do you really want to go down that path?" I asked, looking
deep into her brown eyes.

	"I can keep a secret if you can," she replied, moving her hand to my
thigh. "But let's go inside so no one driving by sees us,"

	Ashley took my hand and led me into the house, drawing the blinds as
she did. Stopping me in front of the front door, she reached down and
pulled off my shirt, tossing it onto a sofa. Taking my hand again, she
led me to the kitchen.

	"Hmmm...I'm not sure if this is what I had in mind," I said. Ashley
didn't speak for a second, but instead lifted up the back of her
dress, revealing a quite firm, tight ass with a green thong riding up
the cleft of her cheeks. Digging her fingers beneath the fabric, she
pulled it aside and gave me a first glimpse of her beautiful cunt.

	A light shade of brown, her pussy lips were a deep shade of pink, and
I saw a small tuft of blond hair above her snatch. Her rosebud asshole
was pert and cute and the magnificent shape of her ass was a sight to
behold for sure.

	"Oh come on Dean, I could use a good lay. And I KNOW you haven't been
faithful to Natalie while you are out there in Los Angeles. But that's
alright. I figure, if other Hollywood whores are getting to have some
fun, not to mention a really good friend of mine, I might as well
enjoy it too," Ashley said. She had spread her legs wide and her pussy
was just an open invitation now, the stiffness in my pants getting
tighter by the second.

	I didn't like being known as basically a Hollywood gigolo, but if the
shoe fits, wear it.

	Unzipping my pants and letting them fall to the floor before stepping
out of them, I moved behind Ashley. I rubbed the tip of my cock on her
warm cheeks and between her legs, but not quite entering her. I used
my right hand to rub and squeeze her ass, fondling it in my palm and
enjoying it's very slight jiggle. I slipped my finger inside of her
cunt and slowly began to move it in and out of her, her pussy
responding dramatically by wetting down my hand as I finger fucked
her.

	Dropping to my knees, I slowly began to lick her ass, moving from one
cheek to the other with a few little gentle bites every now and then
to keep Ashley jumping a little. Running my tongue between her legs,
from her pussy to her ass, I relished the sweet taste of this actress.
Her womanhood gave off an odor that was quite pleasant and the taste
of her cunt juice was like that of a bitter kind of honey, sweet but
with a little bit of a kick.

	Ashley had been biting on her lip, trying not to moan too loudly as I
ate her out. The thrill of knowing that Natalie and Dario could walk
in any second sent a slight shiver of excitement down my spine,
serving to only make my dick that much harder. Ashley's moans became a
soft grunt now as I moved my fingers (I had three inside her now) back
and forth, the kitchen table rocking gently back and forth as I thrust
my hand in and out of her faster and faster.

	She was sopping wet now, and I could see her nipples straining
against the fabric of her dress from the excitement. Ashley's head was
rested on her arms but she seemed to be on another level of
consciousness as I worked on her pussy, her eyes squinted closed
tightly and her mouth gasping for air. Satisfied that she was ready to
go, I positioned myself behind her and slowly slid the head of my
shaft inside of her, watching her pussy lips expand and wrap tightly
around me to "greet" me.

	Ashley's pussy wasn't tight, but it wasn't loose either. This made it
easy for me to slip totally inside of her within a thrust or two, my
balls slapping against the crack in her ass. I grabbed onto Ashley's
hips and rocked her body back against me, her legs holding firm onto
the ground as we moved in unison. Moving a hand up, I slid the straps
of Ashley's dress down and scrunched the whole thing up at her waist,
the fabric held in place on her body by her sweat.

	Cupping her breasts in my hand, I held them in my palms, rubbing them
around in circles as we moved. This little extra attention paid to her
breasts caused Ashley to orgasm, spilling her juice down the inside of
her leg. Gasping for air after coming down from her orgasm, Ashley
seemed to have a renewed vigor and stood up from the table slightly,
reaching her arms back and pulling me onto her own back. This forced
her back down onto the table, but Ashley was two steps ahead of me
and, with my own body now suspended on the table as well, she wrapped
her legs at the knee around my thighs.

	This allowed me to get up into a better position by thrusting into
her on my knees. Ashley's back arched up in the air as she thrust her
ass higher for me to reach. I began to pull in and out of her with
each jab inside of her, letting the head of my cock come out before
shoving it back into her hard. Each time I did this, Ashley screamed
even louder. I was really worried now about someone hearing us,
especially Natalie, but Ashley's primal screams just encouraged me to
go faster and longer into her.

	My balls tightened up and I felt my orgasm coming. Bucking into
Ashley harder now, the table shaking violently on it's wooden legs, I
unleashed my load deep in Ashley's cunt. She felt my eruption and gave
off one final moan, so loud that it filled and echoed throughout the
entire house.

	Spent, I collapsed on top of her and we laid there for a few minutes,
my softening prick still held in the deep recesses of her cunt.

	Suddenly, I heard voices outside - VERY CLOSE voices!

	"Oh shit, I think they are back!" I whispered into Ashley's ear. I
promptly slid off of her, my dick coming out her pussy with a plop and
spilling a few drops of cum down Ashley's leg.

	Hurriedly, we both fixed our clothing, but it was then that I
realized that I had left my shirt in the living room! I had put my
pants and shoes back on, but without the shirt, I knew I was toast.
Natalie and Dario were just coming up the front walk now. Frantic, I
looked around for a place to go.

	Without saying a word, Ashley (who had quite easily slid her panties
back on and fixed her dress) pointed to the tiny kitchen window above
the sink. I looked at her questioningly but I didn't have much choice
right now. Hopping onto the counter quickly, I threw the window open
and managed to get most of the way through before I felt Ashley
shoving hard on my feet.

	This caused me to lose my balance and I landed with a thud on the
dusty ground below the window. Getting up and brushing myself off, I
crouched down by the window to hear what was going on.

	The front door opened first and I heard Natalie and Dario come in
talking to one another. Ashley had walked to the living room to greet
them now and I heard her voice louder than the others.

	"Hey you two. So, did Dar show you the very top of the mountain?" I
heard Ashley say.

	"Yep. And you were write, that is an amazing view up there. You can
see for miles and miles. So peaceful," Natalie replied.

	"Well, I'm glad that it was a worthwhile trip. I would have gone with
you, but I had things to do around here, you know," Ashley said.

	"It's ok baby, we didn't mind. Natalie is a natural climber," Dario
said. He must have walked over to Ashley now because his voice sounded
much closer.

	"Hey, where's Dean? I wanted to tell him about the hike!" Natalie
said inquisitively. My heart froze in my chest - I some how hadn't
thought of that fact that Ashley might be put on the spot. How stupid
of me to leave my relationship in the hands of someone who was just as
guilty as me!
	
	"And why is his shirt laying here on the couch?" Natalie said, now
sounding a little angry and confused.

	"Oh, so it is. He must have taken it off when he went outside. The
uhh...faucet out back was leaking and he thought he could fix it. I
guess he took off his shirt so it didn't get dirty," Ashley stammered.
I crossed my fingers and hoped they bought it.

	"I didn't know that the faucet was leaking. When did this happen?"
Dario said, his voice now ALSO taking on the same concerned tone of
Natalie's.

	"No, it just started up while I was cleaning up the kitchen. Dean is
right out back, let me holler to him," Ashley said. I heard her walk
towards the window and stick her head out. She glanced down at me,
crouching like a little kid and did a sort of head jerking motion that
said "Get inside NOW!"

	"Dean? You back there? Natalie and Dar are back!" Ashley hollered and
then her head disappeared. I counted to five and stood up slowly,
hoping to make it appear like I wasn't crouching after all but had
just walked into the frame of view of the window.

	"Oh, hey guys. I think I fixed the faucet Ashley," I said, feigning a
brow wipe.

	"That's great. Thanks a lot Dean," Ashley said. Both Dario and
Natalie stood there watching us, and I could almost hear the wheels in
their head spinning as they tried to dissect the scenario. "Well, come
on in and get changed, and Natalie and I will get dinner going,"

	I walked around the house and came inside. Natalie gave me a long hug
and quick, soft kiss on the lips.

	"I missed you today. I really wished you had come," Natalie said, her
head looking up at me trustingly. I almost wanted to blurt out what I
had done, but I knew that Dario (who was much larger than I) would be
on me in a heartbeat. That is, after Natalie got finished with me.

	"I missed you too. But I think that Ashley and I worked out an
arrangement. She should be coming over to the firm pretty soon, right
Ashley?" I called out to her from the front door.

	"Oh yea, for sure. You watch out for Dean there Natalie, he can
swindle you into doing just about anything," Ashley replied
sarcastically and we all laughed.

	"Hey Dean," Dario said, walking towards me. "How did you fix the
faucet without any tools?" My heart again leaped into my throat and
now Natalie was looking straight at me, that questioning gaze back in
her eyes.

	"Well, I uhh, you see, it was a little loose and," I tried to stammer
but knew that the ax was just about to fall on me and Ashley both,
indicting us. I was just about to admit defeat when Ashley chimed in
and saved us both from the fire AGAIN.

	"He used his hands. It was just on a little tight, and I think that
caused the pressure to drop. Now stop playing twenty questions with
him and let's all just enjoy dinner," Ashley said coolly.

	I felt the tension in the room dissipate. We all sat down and ate a
nice dinner and stayed up late into the night talking - most of it
discussion about the trip that Natalie and Dario had had. By 1 AM or
so, Natalie had laid her head down on my lap and was about to fall
asleep, so I bid Ashley and Dario goodnight for the both of us and
carried Natalie into our bedroom.

	Laying her down on the bed and then climbing in beside her, Natalie
rolled over on her side and murmured: "I know what you and Ashley were
doing today while we were gone," she said.

	"You do?" I gulped.

	"Uh-huh. She told me about it," Natalie yawned. "But don't worry, I'm
not too mad about it. At least it was someone who I know and trust and
respect as a friend. I mean, you are around beautiful people all the
time, it must be tough to not give into the pressure every now and
then," she said sleepily.

	"Yeah,  I suppose," I said, knowing full well that "every now and
then" meant a lot more in my book than in hers.

	"Well, don't fret about it. This was a fun weekend, no need to spoil
it with this. Next time though, you should invite me in on the fun,"
Natalie said.

	"Oh, you'd like to be involved in something like that huh?" I said to
Natalie.

	"Yep. I'm in college after all, got to do all that crazy
'experimenting' they talk about," Natalie said. "And wait till I tell
you about what Dario and I did on the mountain today," she trailed
off.

	"What did you two do?" I asked, now wondering myself just how
faithful she herself had been.

	But I got no response - she had fallen asleep. I started to wake her
to ask her, but thought better of it. A grin came over my face as I
tried to decide if she was playing me in this relationship, if I was
playing her, or if we were both just having fun messing with each
other's head. I can't remember which I decided before I fell asleep,
but since I slept so well I think it was more of the latter.



	CHAPTER 22: Jennifer Lopez




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