Title: The Stars
Characters: Summer, Nessa, Adele, and Bob Dylan, Jamie Page, Robert Plant
Word Count: 2412
Rating: NC-17 [drugs, sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Summer nearly forgot Robert's birthday, but he'll never forget it himself...




August 1985
Malibu, California

Lounging by the pool while her sister and son played in the water, Summer glanced up as her mother returned with a tray laden with iced tea and Kool-Aid.  Sitting up, she set aside her magazine and happily thanked Adele.  They chatted for a bit, getting re-settled on their lounge chairs.  The two children noticed the brightly colored punch and climbed out of the water to gulp down two glasses of the sugary drink.

“Hey!” Summer shouted after the two as they hurried back to the pool.

Jamie stopped, his eyes going to his mother, “Yeah, Mom?”

She tapped her cheek.  The young boy quickly grinned and hurried back over to the two women.  He kissed Summer’s cheek before turning to Adele and doing the same.  After a quick thank you to his grandmother for the Kool Aid, he ran towards the pool and cannon-balled back into the water.

“He is such an amazing boy, Summer,” Adele commented, pulling her large-brimmed hat back into place.

“One of the best things to ever happen to me,” she smiled, leaning back on the lounger.

“Definitely,” she paused. “I presume he’s staying the week with us?”

Summer glanced over her sunglasses at her mother, “Um, why’s that?”

“It’s Robert’s birthday?”

Her blue eyes widened, “Oh fuck.  It is.  Tomorrow.”

“I take it that you don’t have anything planned then?”

She swung her legs over the edge of the lounge chair, “Um, no, not exactly.  I’m going to go make some calls.”

She chuckled and reached for her book, “Good luck.”

Heading into the house, Summer passed by her father grumbling over a book.  As he did not even glance up, she opted to not greet him and continued into the kitchen.  Snatching up the telephone book, she randomly flipped through pages as she dialed a memorized number.

When the phone stopped ringing, Summer smiled before greeting, “Audrey!  So good to hear you again.”

“Hey, Summer, how’s it going?”

“Fairly well, but…”

“What?”

“I kinda forgot to plan anything for Robert’s birthday.”

“No party?”

“Nope.  Nothing.  He just arrives tonight.”

Audrey was silent for a moment, “Will Jamie be with you?”

“No… my mom offered for him to stay here all week.”

“Then pick up Robert wearing nothing but a coat or something.  You’ll know what to do from there.”

Summer rolled her eyes, “You’re hardly any help.”

She chuckled, “Well I don’t know what else to tell you.  Take him somewhere special to the two of you.  Buy him some random Elvis thing.  You know him.  You can figure this out.”

“I guess.”

“And if all else fails mind-blowing sex…”

“Yeahhhh…”

“You’ll figure it out.  If you need anything specific, let me know.”

“Thanks, Audrey,” she smiled, her eyes falling to the open page. “I’m sure I will.”

Hanging up the phone, her finger traced down the page’s listings. Though she did not really know what to do with a page of escort services, ideas began to tumble about in her mind.  A devilish smile crept across her face.  This could be really good or horribly funny.  Either way, she was certain Robert would never forget his birthday — and likely she never would either.

 

Wearing a tight red dress, Summer hurried around her bedroom, searching out her accessories.  She layered on a couple of handmade necklaces — one made by her son at his early summer art camp — and looped earrings in her ears.  After a brief double check of her appearance, she slipped her stilettos on, which boosted her up much closer to Robert’s height, and hurried out of the bedroom.

Hearing her heels click down the tiled hallway, Robert sat up where he lounged on the sofa.  He glanced over the back of the couch as she appeared.  His breath caught as she paused to find her purse.  Her red tube dress clung to her curves, its sweetheart neckline accentuating her breasts.  Though they had been on dates since reconnecting a few months before, never before had Summer seemed like such a… woman to him — not that she seemed like the young girl he met ten years before.  There was just something he could not quite explain in the moment.

And it was causing him to stare.

“You look gorgeous,” he muttered as he got up. “I don’t… I don’t… I believe I’m speechless.”

She flashed him an easy smile, “I don’t think that has ever happened before.”

Robert approached her, his hands going to her hips, “Not in awhile… but I haven’t been in the presence of such beauty in awhile either.”

“You flatter me, Mr. Plant,” she quickly kissed him. “And we’re late.”

“For what?” he asked, attempting to steal another kiss.

“It’s a surprise.  For your birthday.”

His blue eyes went to hers, “My birthday? Is that why you’re looking more gorgeous this evening?”

“Don’t pretend you forgot, old man,” she winked and pulled out of his arms.

Watching her walk away, Robert groaned slightly.  He did not have a clue what she had planned for the evening, but if wearing that dress was required… he was hoping to rush through the night and bring her back home…

 

Straddling Robert in the backseat of her car, parked in the hills high above the valley, Summer leaned down and kissed him leisurely.  He smiled, his hands tracing down from her waist to cup her ass.  As the kiss deepened, he slowly guided her to grind against him.  His fingers gently pushed up the hem of her dress, giving him leeway to touch her more — and discover she wore no panties, not even a thong.  He groaned as he pants tightened more.

With a breathy giggle, Summer sat up, tossing her hair back.  Biting her bottom lip, her hands went to his chest and she slowly grinded against him.  Robert moaned softly, his hands tracing up the outline of her body to reach the top of her tube dress.  With little pause, he pulled it down and cupped her breasts.

“So,” she whispered, closing her eyes as his hands squeezed and caressed her breasts, “did you have a good birthday night?”

“Uh huh,” he muttered, his eyes focusing on her nipples as they hardened.

“Did you like the…” she gasped as he pinched, “the show?”

“I can’t… believe you took me to…oh god, Summer.  Stop teasing me and—”

One hand left his chest to cover his mouth, “Not yet.”

“You torture me,” he sucked on her finger. “Take me to a… gentleman’s club for dinner and then up here and won’t let me…”

Summer stopped grinding against him, “Are you already ready to cum, Robert?”

“Uh huh,” he nodded, looking up at her.

Smiling, she shifted down his body, no longer straddling his sex.  Glancing up at him, she quickly and carefully unfastened his pants.  Licking her lips, Summer slipped his cock out of his pants and quickly sucked it into her mouth.  He instantly gasped, one hand gripping the back of the car seat, the other gripping the seat he reclined on.  His hooded eyes glanced down as she expertly swirled her tongue around him before swallowing his erection completely.

“Oh fuuuuuuuuuck, Summer,” he moaned while her fingers cupped his balls during her mouth’s work.

Not pausing to smile or respond to him, Summer continued to suck and massage Robert.  She could tell from his moans alone he was near orgasm.  Feeling his body tense, she braced for his orgasm, swallowing as he shot deep in her throat.  Ever so slowly she pulled off his cock, licking his shaft to make certain it was clean before tucking it back into his pants.

“Damn, baby,” he pulled her to lie upon him. “I haven’t had… no one is…”

“I know,” she smiled and kissed him quickly. “Should we go back to the house?”

“What do you think the chances are we’ll get caught out here?” he asked with a smirk.

Summer pushed up from him and looked out the slightly fogged windows, “At the moment, very little.”

“I want to fuck you up here, where we can see the entire city.”

Her eyes dropped back down to him, “You want our first time to be in the back of my car?”

His smile instantly disappeared, “No, I don’t.”

“Back to the house then?”

He glanced at her naked breasts, groaning slightly, “Yes, please.”

Struggling at times to remain focused on her driving, as Robert once again pushed up the skirt of her dress.  His fingers caressed her thigh, slipping up towards her sex.  As she pulled into her neighborhood, two fingers slipped into her dewy sex, causing her to gasp and slam on the brakes.  Smiling, he removed his hand and licked her honey from his fingers, winking at her.  She rolled her eyes and continued to the house, though she drove a bit faster than normal.

Once they reached the house, Robert bolted out of the car before she even turned the ignition off.  He pulled open her door once the car was off and barely allowed her to swing her feet out before he swept her up into his arms.  His lips touched hers once as he headed towards the door, pausing to allow her to press the garage door button.

Robert fought his instincts to press her up against the wall and fuck her the moment he stepped into the house.  Remembering that they had not physically been together since the 70s was the only thing keeping him from doing just that.   Instead, he hurried down the hallway, groaning when Summer nibbled on his ear.

Practically tossing her onto the bed, Robert struggled to get out of his clothing.  With a giggle, Summer wiggled out of her dress, tossing it at his head.  He chuckled and shrugged out of his shirt.  Slipping off the bed, she kicked off her heels and peeled back the covers.  Before she could even think of turning around, Robert pressed her towards the bed.  He swept her hair to the side and kissed the pulse in her neck.

“I want you, Summer,” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes, Robert.  Yes,” she responded.

Nudging her legs apart with his knee, he pushed forward slightly, bumping the tip of his cock against her entrance.  Deciding she was not quite wet enough, Robert’s hand ran over her ass and gently began to probe her sex from behind.  His thumb found her clit and rubbed it until she moaned while two fingers sank into her wetness.  His mouth kissed, nibbled, and sucked on her throat and shoulders.

“Robert,” she sighed.

With a smile, he knew she was ready.  Ever so slowly he pushed forward.  His wet fingers guided his cock into her flower.  She moaned as he parted her petals, pressing deep within.  Remaining still, Robert felt her body flex and throb around him.  No one ever felt as perfect around him as she did; no one ever encompassed his entire cock like she did.  She was his perfect fit, his perfect match.  He knew that.  He hoped she did too.

“Summer,” he breathed into her ear, “I love you.”

“Oh Robert, I do too.  Now fuck me.  Please,” she responded huskily.

Groaning, his hands moved to her hips.  Guiding her up from the bed, his fingers dug into the flesh of her butt and hips.  Robert moaned as he withdrew, feeling her body ripple with his motion.  She groaned, her fingers clutching the bed sheets below them as he pushed fully back into her.  Keeping his motions slow and steady, he thrust into her body, feeling her get wetter with each movement.  He squeezed her ass as his pace quickened.  Soft gasps left her cherry red lips, driving his rhythm to increase.

“Oh god… already…” she uttered.

She moaned and pressed backwards, meeting his forward thrust.  Feeling her sex clench about his cock, Robert remained fully buried in her.  One hand left her hips to reach around and grope her breast, pinching her nipple.  Her body shook in waves on his cock, her voice barely a moaned whisper.

Still completely erect, in part because of the earlier orgasm in her throat, Robert withdrew from Summer’s body.  As his cock slipped out of her, a warm rivulet of honey oozed out of her sex.  With a smirk, he wiped it up with his finger and sucked on her flavor quickly before guiding her to lie on her back.

Her bright blue eyes looked up into his and she smiled.  Saying nothing, he leaned down and kissed her deeply.  His hands and mouth quickly began to wander, kissing and touching every inch of her flesh he could.  Though she still oozed her own orgasm, Robert buried his face in her sex, licking at her honey for a few moments.  His long fingers stroked another orgasm from her body before quickly withdrawing and allowing his cock to thrust hard and deep back into her body.

Guiding her legs up onto his shoulders, Robert stared into her eyes as he fucked her slowly and deeply.  Her voice passed her lips in moans and sighs, her eyes seemingly rolling into the back of her head once more.  Her own hands covered and kneaded her breasts, urging his pace to increase.  Feeling her body begin to shudder for a third or perhaps fourth time, Robert quickened his thrusts.  Her moans became unintelligible, breathy screams.  Soon his voice joined hers in melody and his body began to tense with hers clutching his rhythmically.

“Ohhhhhh fuckkkkk, Summer,” he groaned.

“Oh yes.  Oh yes.  Cum for me, Robert,” she breathed.

With a final deep thrust, his body seized up.  All of his sexual energy shot down his spine and deep into her body.  He released her legs, allowing her to press up from the bed to better pull him into her body.  Together they pulsed amongst the stars, the world no longer existing around them.

As their waves of passion began to ebb, Summer lowered her hips back down to the bed.  Lovingly, Robert showered her glowing face with kisses before pulling his still half-erect cock from her body and slipping to her side.  His fingers leisurely caressed her chest and abdomen, a smile lighting his face.

“God, I love you, Summer.  No one… no one is like you at all.”

“Mmmm,” she smiled, her eyes closed. “My golden god.”

He leaned down and kissed her, “Always and forever.”

“Happy birthday, Robert…”