The Actor and the Fangirl

The Actor and The Fangirl: A Fantasy

I waited nervously by the stage door. There was a huge crowd, jostling for position. If what I had heard was true, he would stay as long as he could to sign autographs. I was feeling nervous, I hadn’t done this before. I hoped I wouldn’t be too tongue tied or go the opposite way and blurt out something ridiculous or embarrassing.

There was a cheer from the front of the crowd. He was there; I could see the top of his head. People were thrusting programmes and pens at him and he started at one side and was making his way towards where I was standing, three people back. Cameras were flashing and some lucky people had photos taken with him. As he came closer I could see his face. He was smiling and looked happy and relaxed. He was wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. My mouth was going dry and I started to feel a little closed in. I stepped back from the crowd and walked around the end of the cordon that was being manned by security. This time wouldn’t be my time, I was happy to say I had seen him and watch from a distance.

He must have seen me walking away.

‘Excuse me.’ I heard his deep voice and turned. He had his hand outstretched to take my programme and sign it. I smiled and walked a little way back to hand it to him.

‘I thought you were going to miss out ‘ He looked up and his eyes met mine. He was smiling and his eyes were warm.

‘Thank you…’ I whispered. Oh goodness, he was handsome and even better close up.
He took his time and when he handed me the programme, his hand touched mine and our eyes met.

‘Read it.’ He smiled and walked on through crowd. I looked down to see what he had written. He had signed his name in the way I had seen other autographs for fans, neat and angular, an artist, with a distinctive line underneath. My eyes scanned the page and I noticed something else at the bottom of the page.

‘Hotel around the corner. Bar. 10 minutes. I mean it!’

My mouth went dry. What did he mean? To meet him for a drink? I looked over to where the crowd had dispersed a little and he looked in my direction. He stared at me and nodded. He meant it!


I stood in the bar, my hands nervously clutching my glass of vodka and coke. I had already had one and my second was going down too quickly as I waited. Part of me just wanted to walk away, it was probably a wind-up, and he wouldn’t come. The other part of me was excited and nervous. What if he did?

I took a long gulp of my dink and heard his voice in my ear. ‘What are you drinking?’

I looked up and he was staring at me. ‘Vodka and coke, diet…thanks…’ I forced a small smile as he ordered from the bar man.

‘What’s your name?’ He asked me. He seemed very direct and actually not as friendly as he had been at the stage door.

‘Kate.’ I replied. He nodded and paid for the drinks.

He looked at me, not smiling. ‘Come with me, Kate.’

‘Come with you where?’ He was sounding authoritative and even though he was my favourite actor, he wasn’t going to start telling me what to do.

‘I have a room booked. It’s more… private.’ He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.

He had bought me a drink. It felt rude to refuse. Maybe he would talk more without an audience. I followed him and waited while he collected a key at the desk. He beckoned me and we walked to the lift.

We stood in the lift as it went to the top floor. He didn’t speak or look at me. This was very odd and I was starting to feel uneasy. I could see his face reflected in the mirrored walls. He looked gorgeous, very serious, mean, almost. He was frowning a little.

The lift doors opened and we stepped out into a small hallway. He unlocked a door and I followed him in. It was the honeymoon suite; there was no doubting it. A king-size four-poster bed stood in the middle of the room, a gold and cream sofa and two chairs sat in front of a large fireplace and the door of the bathroom was open, revealing a large Jacuzzi bath.

‘I don’t understand…’ I stuttered. What the fuck was going on?

He turned to me and smiled. It was not warm.

‘You know exactly what this is. I am so used to you groupies, waiting about with your tongues hanging out and pretending to be genuine fans when all you really want…’ he walked up to me, he was so close I could smell his musky aroma and he bent his head to my ear ‘…is a fuck from Alan Rickman.’

I gasped. He was absolutely right and the thought had been forcing its way into my head for the past hour. I kept pushing it away but when we were standing in the lift, the energy pulsing from him was permeating my brain and tipping me off balance.

‘What about your wife?’ I stared at him, incredulously. I knew he had married a woman who was younger than him 5 years ago, much to everyone’s’ shock.
Most fans thought he was still with Rima Horton. Then he went and married some unknown charity worker and they already had a child.

‘She will be at home, in the kitchen, cooking my dinner…I will see to her later. Right now, we are here… I have paid money for this, lets not beat around the bush and waste it, shall we?’ He took my glass from my hand and put it on a table.

I was trembling. He couldn’t mean what I thought, could he? He turned to me.

‘Come here, Kate.’ I walked towards him, as if my legs were unable to disobey him.

He bent his head to mine and kissed me. There was no soft gentle pre-amble. He was straight in there, his tongue pushing its way through my closed lips, his hand finding my large breast and cupping it firmly. I gasped and kissed him back. He had done this before and I was shaking beneath his touch.

He pulled away and turned me around. Putting his hand against my back he pushed me towards the bed. I staggered forward and almost fell. He grabbed my arm.

‘Don’t hurt yourself, we have only just started.’ He stated it flatly.

‘Are you always like this?’ I spat at him.

‘I don’t know what you girls expect of me. It’s not love. I love my wife. This is sex, this is just…fucking…’ The way he said it sent shivers down my spine and I could feel my pussy start to drip.

‘You are very sexy Kate, and I want to have sex with you, but don’t mistake it for anything else and don’t expect it to happen again. I never see my girls again.’

I looked at him. At least he was honest. I looked at the bed and looked back at him. In my wildest fantasy I had imagined this. And I was about to live it.

I turned and grinned at him and he flashed me back a genuine smile. ‘Now she gets it…’ He said in a deep drawl. His mouth covered mine and we ripped each other’s clothes off in a frenzy of lust.

Alan pushed me back onto the bed and stood over me as I stared at him. He was completely naked, his chest rippled a little, he was very fit at the moment. His nipples were erect, as were mine and I trembled as his eyes took in my breasts, and the triangle of hair between my legs. He penis twitched and I stared. I was looking at his dick and I couldn’t quite believe my luck. He was larger than I had expected (yes, like most fan girls I had wondered what he looked like) and thick, and I could see small drops of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

He lay on top of me and kissed me, pushing his tongue deep inside my mouth. His fingers found my pussy and he inserted one inside my wet vagina, thrusting in and out and rubbing my clit. I was close to coming and couldn’t stop a moan escaping my lips.

‘Oh fuck…’ I gasped.

‘My pleasure…’ He responded by ramming his thick penis inside me. I cried out at the size of him, he filled me to my limit; I had never had anyone as big before. He groaned as he entered.

‘Nice and tight, my favourite…’ He gasped and pushed himself up onto his arms. He stared down at me and looked deep into my eyes.

‘I want to feel you come Kate. Don’t hold back, this is the only chance you get…’His voice was deep and commanding and I got the feeling he was enjoying it and the effect he was having on me.

He started to thrust his length into me then paused to push my knees up. I could feel my clit push against him and he was able to stroke me as he thrust. I knew I was coming, my legs started to shake and my pussy was gripping him tighter than ever.

‘Oh fuck…I’m coming.’ I screamed out as I felt my orgasm hit me, wave after wave, spreading down my legs, electricity rushing though my veins, it was incredible, my vagina was on fire.

Alan stopped and looked down at me.’ Good girl’ he grinned and started to thrust for himself this time. I felt him stiffen and he grunted, his eyes closed as he spurted hot come inside me, I felt it as it hit me and he collapsed on top of me.

He rolled off and left me lying there, naked. ‘I am going for a shower. Get dressed.’

I watched him as he left the room and slowly, still shaking, gathered my clothes and got dressed. I sat on the edge of the bed and finished my drink.

He came back into the room and looked at me before dressing himself.

‘Are you ok?’ He grinned at me.

‘That was brilliant!’ I laughed at him. ‘Your wife is in the kitchen cooking your dinner is she?’

‘I thought you would like that… actually I am starving. Did you cook?’ He laughed and pulled me too him, kissing me gently and lovingly.

‘I did. We’d better get back, the babysitter will need to leave soon.’

We locked the door as we left the room, holding hands and smiling to ourselves.