Fiction – Seven Minutes in the Closet

“Tongue kisses?” I pulled up my nose. “I hate them.” 

The others looked at me amusedly. 
“Why? Don’t you think it’s hot?” my idol rock star Park asked me.
I shook my head. “No, it’s far from hot. It feels like a slimy snail that twirls in your mouth. That’s not hot.”
“A twirling slimy snail, I’ll drink to that,” Park said with a wink to me.

I took a swig of my own drink. The night was unreal enough as it was. Me, sitting here, having a drink with the band I loved most in the world. I had visited their show, and afterward, they had come out to give signatures and take pictures with people. And somehow one thing had led to another, and I was sitting here having a drink with them.

“Let’s play a game! Never have I ever given a wet slimy snaily tongue kiss,” Barry said before taking a swig. 
I grinned and took a sip of my drink too. Everyone around me did. 
“Never have I ever had sex in the back of a car with someone sitting in the front seat,” Jordan said. He took a sip, while the rest cheered.
I did not drink. 
The game continued for a while before they’d had enough. I thought they would soon want to wrap up, but Barry took up a bottle.

“Let’s play ‘spin the bottle,'” he suggested. 
“What are we? Twelve?” Jordan replied with disdain. 
“It’ll be fun. We’ll do a special for her.” He pointed at me. 
“Eloise,” I said. 
“Especially for Eloise. You in?”
“Sure, I’ll play,” I answered with slight hesitation.
“Seven minutes with Eloise. Who will be the lucky guy?” 
What was this? Seven minutes of what? My heart raced as I watched the bottle spin. 
“I don’t know, guys. What is…”
Before I could finish my sentence, the bottle stopped pointing right at Park. This one raised his eyebrows. “Looks like I’m lucky tonight.”
Everyone rose, so I rose as well. “What’s going on? What does this mean?”
Barry chuckled at me. “You, my dear Eloise, have won seven minutes of Park’s undivided attention because you will be spending seven minutes with him inside a closet.” 
My heart froze. This couldn’t be real. 
Park smiled and offered his hand. “Come, I’ll make it worth your time,” his low voice rumbled. 
I put my now trembling hand in his. He was hot to the touch.

He dragged me along to the other side of the room where Jordan already stood next to an open door. The door led to a small cupboard with just enough space for a person to stand, two would be really cramped. 
“Have fun, you guys, keep it safe.” 
“Park, really?” I asked in a panic.
“Yes, really. After you, young lady.” After a quick glance around me, I stepped inside the closet. My heart was nearly bouncing out of my chest. I took a deep breath in when Park joined me, and the door was closed.

“Are you okay?” He whispered.
I huffed. “I…no, I’m not fine.”
“Are you claustrophobic? You can leave if you need to.” 
I shook my head, which of course he couldn’t see. “I’ll be fine.”
He carefully touched my body, trying to determine what was where. When he found my shoulders, he turned me towards him. “It’s gonna be all right. I won’t do anything against your will.” 
“Okay.” 
“Calm down. Slow down your breathing.”
My breathing had indeed quickened since entering the closet. 
Park put a hand on my chest. “Calm down. Listen to me, follow my breathing.” 
It wasn’t hard to discern his breathing since we were so close to one another. Focusing on him did calm me down.
“Good girl.” 
My stomach tingled at his words.

“So, now what?” I asked nervously. 
“That’s up to us. That’s up to you.”
For some reason, his hand was still on my chest. Being this close to my idol was nerve-wracking. 
“So what did you think of our last album?” he asked.
“I loved it,” I replied immediately.
“Be honest,” he rumbled with a chuckle, “I can feel your heartbeat so I can tell when you’re lying.” 
“No, really. I’ve listened to it so many times. I love the lyrics, the themes, the music.” 
“Good. But…” He bent closer to me. “Why is your heart pounding all of a sudden?”
“Oh, I, I don’t know.” I could feel the heat radiating from the skin of his face. I smelled his cologne. 
I licked my lips nervously.

“Are you nervous?” I asked him suddenly.
He did a sharp intake of breath. “Me? Why, I…”
Now he was the one searching for words. 
“Be honest,” I used his own words against him now.
“Yes, I’m nervous.” He was silent, trying to find his next words. “Here I am, locked up with a beautiful young lady who I don’t know, who I can barely see, I don’t know what she wants and who hates kissing. So you tell me, what is the gentleman thing to do?” 
I giggled. “Gentleman? We’re playing a freaking teenagers game. This is hardly the situation to be a gentleman.” 
“I’m always a gentleman, Eloise.” 
“You remembered my name.” Another tingle in my stomach. 
“Naturally. So tell me: what can I do?”
Now I was the silent one while my mind raced through all the possibilities. ‘Fuck me hard and never stop’ was what came to mind, but that might be too much.

“Hold me,” is what I whispered. 
“All right,” he answered, and I couldn’t tell if there was a hint of disappointment in his voice. 
His hands slid around my chest, and he pulled me towards him until our bodies connected. 
“Is this okay?” he asked in my ear.
“This is more than okay.” He held my body tight in a firm grip. 
“You sure you’re okay with this? Cause you’re still breathing very fast,” he said, now with an unmistaken hint of amusement.
“Yes, yes, I…”

Words escaped me as Park’s hands started to roam my body. My breathing intensified as he stroked my back, my shoulders, before sliding down to massage my ass. My mouth opened as I almost instinctively turned towards his face. A soft moan escaped me as his lips brushed over mine. 
“Hmm, too bad I’m not allowed to kiss you,” 
“Please kiss me.” 
His lips again brushed over mine, his mouth parted slightly. 
“Just kiss me, damn it.” 
With a wicked grin, he put his lips on mine, and he kissed me. I gave him all the entrance he wanted. I finally succumbed to what we both needed. His hands stroked my back while our tongues danced to their own rhythm. He eventually took charge, and I melted in his arms, ready to give him whatever he desired. And right now, he wanted me. The way he kissed me, the way his body claimed mine, the way his hard-on pressed against my hips. I gave in to him, to his delicious manly taste of beer and of arousal. I could never get enough of him.

“You don’t seem to mind my slimy snail,” he remarked with his head tilted. 
“Yours is doable.” 
He chuckled. “It’s the first time in my life that I’ve been called ‘doable.'”
“Does it hurt your feelings? Want me to beg? ‘Please Mr. Rock Star, will you please fuck me?”
He laughed out loud. “Be careful what you wish for, girl. Your wish just may be granted.” He bent closer to me. “But I don’t want to be caught here with my pants around my ankles when the seven minutes are over. And you deserve more than a quick shag in the closet.”
“I do?” I asked breathily, wanting to hear more. His raspy voice turned me on like nothing else.

“Oh, yes. I’d lay you down on the bed, part your lips.”
Meanwhile, he undid the button of my jeans, and his hand slipped inside. 
“I’d explore your soft flesh, fondle it, tickle it, enter it.” Just at that moment, his finger slid deep inside me. I gasped in pleasure. It wasn’t only his hand that was pounding inside of me, his entire body joined along. He breathed heavily in my ear. 
“I’d maybe even lick it,” he murmured, before letting his tongue slide over my cheek. My knees nearly gave out, but his strong arm caught me before I could fall. “You’d like that, huh? Me, sucking your clit, giving you pleasure like never before.”
I’d lost the world. I lost my sense of time, my sense of place. I could only focus on his voice, his murmured words, and the hand in between my legs. 
Then I exploded. I went over the edge while in his arms, and I had to lean against him to not collapse to the floor. This was so freaking intense. My body shuddered as he stroked me.

“Well done. You’re a good girl.” He put his lips on mine and gave me a deep kiss.

The next thing I knew, the door opened, and the light from the room ahead streamed into the closet. I blinked against the brightness.
“Woo,” Barry jeered, “Someone has been making out. You had fun, guys?” 
“None of your business, Bar,” Park said. He took my hand and dragged me out of the closet. 
I was too embarrassed to face anyone. My face was flushed red, so it was undeniable what we had been doing. My hand shot to my jeans, but luckily Park had somehow retightened the button. 
Park put me against a wall and put his hands on the wall on either side of my face. “Are you all right?”
I gave him a faint smile and nodded. 
“Tell me, I need to hear your voice.” 
“I’m okay.” Here out in the open, the world was different. The magic we had had in the closet was broken, and here there were all these curious people around us.
“You fucked her, didn’t you?” Barry stated.
Park only shrugged while a devilish grin circled his lips.
He turned to me and kissed me on the lips.

Even now, months later, I still sometimes doubt whether this affair happened for real, or whether it had been some fantastic dream. But then I go to the kitchen and see the beer mat on my pinboard, and I know it really happened.

His autograph, signed with ‘Your favorite snail – Park.’