A Personal Q and A

Comic conventions were never my thing, but I knew that my only purpose to go to this one was to fuck him. Him, being the sexy actor I've been watching lately on Netflix. I had heard about the drama series that he was the star of, but it never caught my attention before. In its original run on television, it was the show that everybody was talking about. Now that it has made a comeback on Netflix, I decided to give it a shot, to see what all the hype was about. Three seasons out of five later, I have professed my love to this man. I found myself completely invested in the show, and in the development of his character. I was also seduced by his brown hair, green eyes, dimpled cheeks, and husky voice.

My devotion wasn't limited to just his show. I've traveled back in time to my adolescence, by going on the Internet to look up any tidbit of information about him. I saw every picture taken of him, memorized every movie he was ever in, etc. I always got fixated on some celebrity, but then it would fizzle out after a couple of months. I figured that would be the case with this guy, until I found out about the convention.

During one of my late night creeper sessions, I came across an article saying that the whole cast would appear at a comic convention. It was in celebration of a 10-year anniversary of the show. As I read further, my jaw dropped to the floor. The convention was coming to my town! I couldn't believe my good fortune… at that moment, I decided to attend. Then somehow, I had to bump into my crush and tempt him to have sex with me, or at the very least get a kiss. I already knew that he was single; his last relationship ended amicably a year ago. He had plenty of time to get over that and start something new, with me!

Of course, as I purchased my ticket online, I knew that this wouldn't be an easy task. There will be a shit-ton of people at this thing, all of them probably coming to see this particular cast. And there will be women. Plenty of gorgeous women will flock to see him, but I devised a plan that would get me near him. I thought that, as he was signing autographs and what not, I'd wait in line. When it was my turn, I would walk up to him and ask for a hug. Then, I would strategically “fall" so that he'd have to catch me. He would look deep into my big brown eyes, and he would have to kiss me. Then we would find a secluded area to do the deed. I'm not a groupie, but I will find him!

I spent the couple of weeks leading up to the convention plotting my seduction of the actor. I printed out a floor plan of the venue (a hotel), found out where the cast would be at all times, and even bought a VIP parking pass so I wouldn't waste time looking for a spot.

The day finally arrived. I hopped into the shower at 7:00 AM. The convention starts at 9:00 AM, and I wanted to have enough time to get ready. I shaved and exfoliated, and made sure I was clean from head to toe. I got out and lotioned up. I slid into a cute black romper with cherries all over. I don't do cosplay… besides, I was on a mission more important than dressing up like some comic book character. I put on make-up, curled my shoulder-length hair, stepped into my black wedge heels, and took a last look in the mirror. 'Yes,' I said to myself, 'he’s mine.' With a smile, I went out to my car.

I parked in my VIP section and got out of the car. I followed a large group of costumed people to the entrance. As I went through the doors, I saw that the lobby of the hotel was decorated with pictures of the guests that will be there. On one wall, I saw his theatrical poster. A feeling of arousal washed over me. It's crazy that I could feel so strongly about someone I have never met. That's about to change, I told myself, as I gave my ticket to one of the attendants. Now, I needed to figure out where he was. I took out my copy of the itinerary. The first meeting with the cast was at 10:00 AM. Seeing that I had 15 minutes to get to the room, I power-walked as fast as I could across the floor.

When I reached the room, I saw that it was packed… damn. I walked in, and saw the front of the room had a stage with a table set up for the cast. I walked around people with elaborate costumes, trying to see if there was an empty seat. Score! I saw one in the middle of the last row. I excused myself at least a hundred times, trying to shuffle my way to it. I plopped down in between Darth Vader and a unicorn. This was going to be a long Q and A session.

I looked at my watch, 9:55 AM. The buzz of conversation was so loud, as I looked for the cast to come out. I've never been to one of these things, but I've watched enough of them online. Promptly at 10:00 AM, the lights dimmed, and people started to quiet down. I squinted as I looked up towards the stage; no one there yet. I was excited to sit in on this, but all I could think about were his hands on my ass while he kissed me. Later for that, hopefully. Loud cheers from the audience pulled me out of my daydream. A man that I didn't recognize walked out onto the stage. He introduced himself as the host.

“I know who you're here to see,” he said into the microphone as the screams doubled. “Let's get everyone out here!”

There was thunderous applause as he called each of the cast members, including my man. There he was, looking so good in a pair of jeans and a navy blue pullover. Even though I was way in the back, he had such a hold on me. The host explained that he would interview them first, then for the last 15 minutes, the audience would get their turn. I fidgeted in my seat. I wanted to get through the Q and A quickly, so that the autograph portion could throw phase one of my plan into effect.

The 45 minutes of the interview was good, but it seemed to take forever. Still, I couldn't help but be hypnotized by every word he said, every laugh that escaped his lips, every move that he made. I had it bad for him. When the audience Q and A began, I tried to figure out how I could beat everyone out of the room so that I was first in line for the autographs. I saw a route for my escape and took it. I squeezed my way out of the row and made it to the door. I walked into the hall and looked for where the cast would be signing autographs, but I didn't see anything set up. Confused, I stopped an event employee to ask about that.

“Oh, they won't be signing autographs until the end of the convention,” she said, looking annoyed that I stopped her. I pulled out my schedule and showed her where it said that the cast would do autographs after each Q and A. All she did was shrug as she walked away. Great, now I had to stick around until 5:00 PM. I thought that my plan would have started during the autographing and ended an hour or two later with a make-out session. I had no clue what I would do for the next six hours. Somehow, I wasn’t expecting failure. I saw the people leisurely walking out from the Q and A. I guess they all knew about the change of plans.

After using the restroom, I walked around the convention. Costumed characters milled about happily; this was their playground. Feeling lost, I went to the one place I could get myself together—the hotel bar. It was only 11:30 AM, but the recent disappointment allowed me to have a drink or two. I sat down at the bar, where a couple of normally-dressed patrons were sitting opposite of me. I'm glad that I wasn't alone. I ordered a cranberry vodka and took a sip out of the straw… delicious! 'I should be good to go after this,' I said. But go where? I had no interest in this thing aside from him. There was no way that I could sit through the second Q and A session, which wasn't until 3:00 PM. This change in the schedule was throwing me off task; I planned on having my tongue down his throat by now.

Somebody sat down next to me, but I didn't care. I wanted to drown in my misery, but get a new plan going. The bartender came over to get the person's order:

“A glass of Merlot, please.”

The voice sounded so familiar, but… no. I tried to give a side glance without looking directly at the guy. I saw that his long-sleeved shirt was navy blue, same as my love’s…

“You seem sad, sipping on that drink. Wanna talk about it?” he asked.

There was no mistake; it was the actor! I turned slowly to face him. He was so gorgeous in person, and his voice was enough to harden my nipples right there.

“Wow, I didn't think you’d come sit in the bar!”

That was all I knew to say. It was shocking to see him in there in the afternoon during a comic-con. He took a sip of his wine.

“I think we all need some down-time."

He was so suave, without trying to be, and it wasn't fake. There was a true niceness about him. My face felt hot.

“Speaking of down-time, why do you look so sad?” he asked, staring at me with those beautiful green eyes.

This wasn't how I expected to meet him, but I was okay with it.

“No, I'm fine,” I said.

I didn't want to admit that I created an elaborate plan to make out with him, but it fell through.

“I'm just here enjoying the convention.” I motioned to the bartender for a refill.

I wasn’t prepared for this personal Q and A… I needed more vodka.

“Enjoying it, but you're at the bar,” he said thoughtfully. “What event were you here to see?”

He was sparking conversation and I was loving the attention. A woman across from me kept looking over at us between her sips of beer. I played with the straw in my glass.

“Well, I stopped by your cast Q and A earlier. I guess you can say I'm a fan," I replied casually.

He finished his wine and asked for another.

“I figured you couldn’t be here for anything else; you don't seem like a cosplayer.” I felt his eyes go up and down my body. It was all I could do to not jump him here and now. I laughed.

“Ok, you got me,” I said. “I came primarily for y—I mean, the cast of the show. I really wanted an autograph, but they moved the session to the end of the convention.”

I started to feel the vodka, and I noticed that I was sitting closer to him.

“Well, if that's what will make you smile…”

He grabbed a clean napkin from the bar, then he reached inside his pullover to the breast pocket of his t-shirt and produced a pen. He signed his name, and wrote an order: "Always Smile."

“There you go,” he said and handed it to me.

It was the sweetest thing, but I also felt sad. This didn't go down like I wanted it to. I was happy to be sitting there talking to him, but I knew that he would leave, and I would never get a chance to make out with him again.

"Thank you,” I said shyly, leaning in even closer.

I could have been in his lap as close as I was. I smelled the Merlot on his breath… so sweet. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, seduction mode turned up high.

“Well, I wouldn't want you to hang out here longer than necessary.”

What did that mean? Did he want me to leave? Was that a hint? I started to get doubtful… why did I think he would make out with me? I'm one of the millions of women that want him. He has so many choices… ugh, what was I thinking? I took the straw out and threw the rest of the drink down my throat. I stood up and wobbled a little, putting a tip on the bar. I picked up the autographed napkin.

“Thank you so much,” I said and walked away.

Then I went back to the bar to ask where the restroom was. The bartender pointed down a hallway. I smiled and walked in that direction which led to an empty dining room. To the right, I saw signs for the restroom.

As I washed my hands, I felt the effect of the vodka fading. I've got to get out of here. I left the restroom, my eyes adjusting to the dim light of the bar. As I walked, trying to remember my way out, arms suddenly grabbed me around my midsection and pulled me into a smaller room, just as dark.

“Hey, what the…”

I tried pushing the hands off of me when I recognized the voice.

“You want me, right?” It was him.

I instantly smelled the Merlot, mixed with whatever fragrance he was wearing. The combination was intoxicating me even further. He pushed me against the wall.

“I know you want me,” he said softly. He sucked on my earlobe. “Tell me you do.”

His hand cupped my breast and squeezed it. Oh my God! My breathing got faster and heavier as I tried to remember how to speak.

“I want you,” I said, a catch in my voice. His hand took my hand and moved it down to the front of his pants, where I felt his hard cock. Apparently, he wanted me too.

“Don't you have to get back to the other Q and A?” I asked as he kissed down my neck to my chest.

He lightly bit into my neck like a vampire. I thought my legs would collapse. He put his index finger in my mouth.

“I have time for this,” he whispered.

I was slightly concerned about where we were; a small dining room, in a bar, at a convention. There were tons of people around… what if we were caught? He spun me around and unzipped my romper. Then he pulled my sleeves down, and the garment fell to my feet. I stepped out of it and faced him in my bra and panties. He appraised my body and made a noise of approval. He turned me around again and slid my panties off. I couldn't believe this was happening! The small detour from my plan actually turned out better than I expected. He bent me over a chair, spread my legs apart and ran his hand between my lips to see if I was wet. I was.

I heard him unzip his jeans and pull them down. He ran the tip of his cock up and down my pussy. I moaned out loud and he shushed me... oops. Then he pushed all the way inside, slowly. God, he felt so good! I gripped the chair as he started fucking me from behind, at a medium pace. Part of me hoped no one would come in, but the other part didn't care because this was too good to care. I was finally getting fucked deep by him. He grabbed my hips and started going faster. I bit my lower lip trying not to scream. I was really close to orgasm. He kept at it, dragging me to the edge.

“Cum for me, baby,” he said in that deep voice that drove me crazy.

That was it. I was about to cry out, but he put his finger in my mouth. I came as quietly as possible, my body being rocked by aftershocks.

I stayed in my bent-over state, trying to regain my composure. I heard him zip his pants up as I straightened myself and turned to look at him. He had a smile on his face as he handed me my romper, which I put back on.

“Well, thank you,” I said looking down.

I was instantly shy. He kissed my cheek, handed me something, and walked away. I stood there baffled. What's this?

It was a piece of paper, which I unfolded. The writing inside was a hotel room number, then it said, “If you want more… after the convention.”