Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 16:20:31 -0400 (EDT)
From: Banky Edwards <moondawgy99@excite.com>
Subject: Caught In Johnny's Storm, Part 1

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Caught In Johnny's Storm
by
Banky Edwards

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	I honestly can't tell you how I got to where I did that
night. `Where I did' meaning Johnny Storm's bedroom. I remembered going to
the after award show party and having a little too many Car Bombs to
celebrate my winning a Grammy for Best New Artist. I remembered talking to
lots of celebrities and music producers. I even remembered talking to the
attractive hunk that was Johnny Storm. But, everything after that was a
blank.

	An introduction is in order. My name is Cassidy Grosset. I just
turned twenty one and just released a CD called `Plucking A
Heartstring'. And, before you even think it, no, I'm not one of those
bubblegum pop stars. I write my own lyrics, arrange and play my own music
and, for a while, managed myself. I got discovered playing at a restaurant
I was working at and boom. In about six months, I went from living in a
crappy apartment in Bumfuck, Nowhere and being a struggling artist to
having a nice loft in New York City and being known nationwide. Hell, I
couldn't even walk onto the street without being recognized.

	Not that I necessarily enjoyed that. I mean, fame is nice,
yes. But, that's not what it's all about. I just want my music to be
heard. Just because I succeeded in being heard doesn't mean I'm better than
anyone else. I know there are people out there that have better lyrics than
me or can play guitar better than me. But, to me, it's just about being
heard. And, I suppose that's why I'm writing this.

	When I woke up, I knew that I wasn't at home. First off, my room is
red and has somewhat of an Asiatic theme to it. My bed is a dark mahogany
four post. I only say that because it was custom made and kinda one of a
kind. This room was light with tan wallpaper and a cheery feel about
it. The first thing I noticed was a framed picture of a flower vase,
something I would never have hanging up in my room.  Second thing I
noticed, it was morning. That meant that, wherever I was, I had been there
all night. And, that was no good. Third and final thing I noticed, there
was a body wrapped around me.

	I quickly flipped over and found out who I was in bed with. "Holy
fuck!" I screamed, falling out of the bed in the process. A head popped out
from the side of the bed, glancing down at me. "Good morning to you, too,"
he chirped, smiling pleasantly. I clutched my head, trying to decide if the
pounding was from my collision with the floor or my hangover. I detangled
myself from the sheets, then realized that I was naked and quickly snatched
them up. "Oh, I recognize that sheet grab," the man in the bed grinned.
"I'm assuming that you were too drunk to remember what went on here,
right?"

	"Whatever happened was a mistake," I replied, looking around the
room for my clothes. Johnny caught my glances. "They're in the main room,"
he said, obviously amused with himself. "They didn't make it to the bed,"

	"Thanks," I sneered, somewhat annoyed. The bright sunlight was
bothering my eyes and this idiot was irking me very badly. I mean... this
hunky, muscular, bright-eyed, gorgeous... what the hell am I saying? He was
pissing me off. I brushed my light brown hair out of my eyes and behind my
ear, dragging the silk sheets along with me. I heard the motorbike star hop
out of bed behind me, but I paid him no mind.  I found my after-party
outfit strewn across the entire room. The shirt was on the couch, the pants
were on the television, one shoe was on the coffee table and so on. I
couldn't, however, find my underwear.

	"Looking for these?"

	I whipped around to see Johnny standing in the doorframe, stark
naked, with my boxer briefs dangling from his finger. I flew across the
room, blushing, and reached for them. Johnny, being a good three inches
taller than me, held them out of my reach, smiling. "Now, now. Let's not be
rude," he chuckled. "How about... you kiss me like you did last night and
I'll give them to you?"

	"How about you go suck a dick?"

	"If I could, I just might," he replied. "But, that's more your
thing, isn't it?"

	Now, don't get me wrong. I'm normally a very nice, very calm and
very composed person. Not the kind of person to wake up next to someone
they had just met. It kind of made me snippy. And, the fact that Johnny was
acting like we had known each other for years was also rubbing me the wrong
way.

	"Look, you fucking asshole. I don't know what we did last night,
but I guarantee you that it was only because of the alcohol," I shot
back. "I don't know you, nor do I particularly care to. You're an
egotistical, manipulating dumb jock and if I never see you again, it will
be too soon. Keep the fucking drawers if they mean that much to you."

	I slid into my pants and shoes, not bothering to put a shirt on. If
we were in a hotel, which I knew we were, I'd have plenty of time to dress
before anyone saw me. "Cass!" Johnny called. I ignored him as I barged out
into the hallway. "Cassidy!" I was halfway down the hall when he caught up
to me, wearing my underwear. I gawked down at his muscular thighs clad in
briefs that were probably two sizes two small.  "What the fuck are you
doing wearing my underwear?" I screeched.

	"You said I could have them!" he replied, chuckling. "Besides, I
only put them on so I could come out here and get you to come back,"

	"Why? So you could fuck me again?"

	His mouth cracked into a grin. "You do remember!"

	I groaned and shoved him away, continuing on my rampage down the
hall. I pulled out my cell phone and began to dial for someone to pick me
up. "Cassidy! Don't be snippy! I was just as drunk as you were!" Johnny
called. I swung around, gritting my teeth. "Do you realize what this could
do to my career?!?" I yelled. "What do you think will happen when people
find out that I got shit faced and slept with Johnny Storm, Dirtbike
Manwhore?"

	"Is that really what the call me?" he laughed, strutting up to
me. I rolled my eyes and began to turn away, but he grabbed me by my
wrist. He turned me around and quickly pressed his lips to mine. I
struggled, not wanting to be in public doing this, but eventually gave
in. Johnny was simply too strong and too sexy to resist. When he finally
backed off, my fury was gone. "Come back inside?" he asked quietly. I
looked at his chiseled features for a second before I pulled my fist back
and socked him right in the jaw.

	"Fuck. You."

	Johnny held his jaw, still smiling. "Is this about you not being
out?"

	"No, this is about you being a fucking prick and taking advantage
of me," I shot back, pressing the button for the elevator. "And, I swear to
god, Johnny Storm, if you tell a soul, I will make sure you never hop in
another space shuttle again,"

	The doors dinged open and I hopped inside, pulling my shirt over my
head. Johnny stood and watched until the doors cut him off. I placed my
head in my hands, not believing what I had done. I mean, sleeping with
Astro Boy, the biggest whore around? Honestly, Cassidy, what were you
thinking? Once in the lobby, I pulled out my cell and dialed, hoping to
reach my manager. No luck. I tried her assistant. No luck. I called my
usual chauffeur, but then remembered he was on vacation. Fuck. I refused to
call a taxi in the city as the drive to Upper Manhattan would take forever
and a day. Subway was out. And, I sure as hell wasn't walking. I began to
realize that maybe I had no alternative...

	I found myself back upstairs, knocking on Johnny's door. He opened
it, smiling from ear to ear.  "You couldn't resist coming back, could you?"

	"I didn't have a choice," I replied. "I can't get home,"

	"Well, then come on in," he said. "Make yourself comfortable. Kick
off your shoes. Order some room service. Maybe take a hot shower with yours
truly."

	"Don't push it,"

	"I'm not pushing it..." he replied. "Yet."

	"Johnny Storm!"

	"I'm just saying that you and I had relations last night and we're
both a little rank and a shower would solve that problem!" he yelled,
halfway laughing. "And, since there is a worldwide water crisis, we might
as well take a shower together,"

	I paused. "That is the lamest thing I've ever heard."

	Johnny nodded. "Yeah, it's one of my less successful lines. But,
that shouldn't stop you from joining me,"

	There was a long silence before I replied. "As long as you don't
try anything funny,"

	He gasped melodramatically. "Me? I would never,"

	Not necessarily knowing why I had chosen to, I followed Johnny into
the grand bathroom, stripping as he turned on the water. "I hope you don't
mind, but I like my showers hot," he said over his shoulder. I saw his eyes
drop to my ass in the mirror. "Not at all,"

	Johnny shucked off my baby blue boxer briefs and stepped into the
steaming shower. I couldn't help but marvel at his body. I mean, everyone
knows that Johnny is a playboy and effectively so. He was walking muscle,
something that a lot of people seemed to like. Such as myself. Well, let me
take that back.  I wasn't sure if I was attracted to Johnny. Sure, I had
slept with him, but I didn't know if that meant anything other than he was
good at seducing drunk people.

	"Are you coming in or are you going to stand there all day?"

	I snapped out of my trance and slid into the shower, standing
dangerously close to the Adonis in front of me. I felt him shift, so I put
my hand on his chest. "No funny business," I repeated. Johnny rolled his
eyes. "I'm reaching for the soap. Not you,"

	I blushed as he maneuvered around me, brushing against me ever so
slightly. Johnny held out the shower gel, pouring some into my hand and
then doing the same himself. As we lathered individually, I began to pay
attention to our surroundings. The shower was large enough for four or five
people, but Johnny and I were basically on top of each other. He had his
back to me, giving me plenty of time to stare at his perfectly shaped ass.

	"Would you like to assist?"

	I looked up. "Sorry?"

	"I can't exactly reach my entire back," he elaborated. "Would you
mind?"

	I began to warn him again, but stopped myself, hearing the sincere
tone in Johnny's voice. "Of course not,"

	I added more soap before placing my hands on Johnny's smooth
back. He sighed at my touch, letting his head fall to one side. My fingers
brushed over his lat muscles, then moved down between his shoulder blades
and into the crevice of his spine. I washed him in silence, not sure if
speaking was necessary. Of course, one can only wash for so long before it
turns into more of a massage. I ran my hands over Johnny's back for about
ten minutes before he turned around, smiling. "Your turn,"

	I didn't object, but turned and allowed him to soap me up just as I
had done him. My head lolled forward as I lost myself in the feelings of
euphoria. The combination of hot water and Johnny's caressing hands made me
relax. I was so relaxed, in fact, that I didn't even notice Johnny getting
closer and closer to me. However, when his manhood came in contact with my
ass, I opened my eyes. "Johnny..."

	He shushed me, but not abrasively. I obeyed, saying
nothing. Johnny's hands moved from my back down to my waist and around to
my stomach, almost slithering. At the same time, he leaned into me until
his entire torso was touching mine. I could feel his breath on my shoulder
as he hovered over me.  Unconsciously, I leaned my head the other way,
allowing him to proceed. Johnny took the opportunity and moved in, kissing
my skin tenderly. I inhaled sharply, clasping his hands in mine.

	Johnny's kisses moved from my shoulder to my neck and up to my
jaw. Unable to fight the temptation, I turned my head so the next kiss met
my lips. I could feel Johnny smile, despite our lip lock.  When I felt his
tongue prying for access, I gladly allowed. Now, I know what you're
thinking. Yes, fifteen minutes prior I had punched him in his face and told
him to fuck off. But, you try resisting him.

	Needless to say, the situation was causing a little excitement in
our respective nether regions.  Johnny's erection was trapped between our
bodies, but mine was free and raging. Without even looking, Johnny's hand
slid down my stomach and wrapped delicately around my cock. I moaned in our
kiss, jumping at the sensation.

	"Johnny Storm!"

	My head snapped up, causing me to bang noses with the equally
surprised Johnny. I just barely stifled a grunt of pain, seeing as I wasn't
sure who this person was. "Sue?"

	I could see the blurry figure outside of the shower glass. She had
her hands on her hips, obviously annoyed. "Why didn't you meet me for lunch
today, like we planned?"

	Johnny glanced at me. "Um, something came up,"

	"You could have called, you know," the mystery woman replied. "Cole
wasn't very happy,"

	Johnny's cool disposition flew out the window. "Cole? What do you
mean?"

	Sue sighed. "I flew him in as a surprise and brought him to lunch,"

	"Is he here?" Johnny asked quickly. "In the hotel?"

	"No, he's with Richard and Ben,"

	Johnny let out a sigh of relief, but it didn't last long. "Is there
someone in there with you?"

	"No!" he basically yelled. "Look, Sue. I'll meet you downstairs in
about half an hour, okay?"

	"I guess." She sounded suspicious and rightfully so, but left us
alone. I turned to Johnny, scanning his face for clues. "Who's Cole?"

	"Cass-,"

	"Johnny, who is Cole?"

	He pursed his lips. "My boyfriend,"

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Well, that's part one! I'm still working on Part 2, so if you have any
suggestions, get them to me! MoonDawgy99@excite.com