Fantasy Heroine Fantasies

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"I just had to pick the dress with a lot of cleavage didn't I?" she muttered, more to herself than to me. "I wasn't even wearing pasties last night."

"Wearing what?" I asked.

"Pasties. They're these little patches that cover your nipples. Actresses use them all the time when they're filming a nude scene or on the red carpet to avoid stuff like this. They've saved me from a few awkward wardrobe malfunctions in the past," Aish explained.

"Still, don't worry about it. Not really a big deal. And you looked great."

"I looked great? Or my nipples did?" she asked wryly.

I thought about the question for a moment and before slowly replying, "Both."

Aishwarya laughed and gently placed a hand on my forearm. Aishwarya Rai was touching my arm. It's strange how something so innocent could feel so good. It only lasted for a moment though. She quickly reached for her champagne glass again and took another sip. And a few moments of silence, Aish said,

"It could've been worse I suppose. The dress hugged my body rather closely, so I had to go commando last night."

"Commando? You mean no...um...no panties," I asked slowly as my mouth suddenly went dry and my pulse suddenly quickened just a tiny bit.

"None," she said.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Aish jumped to her feet and headed to the door. Her food had arrived.

The next couple of hours were a blur. She ate her dinner, we both drank and talked while the TV was on in the background. It was hardly a romantic date. We were just two people hanging out. It wasn't at all how I expected a night with Aishwarya Rai to go. Despite all appearances pointing to the contrary, part of me still expected an arrogant actress who would complain about all the grease and the amount of calories in her burger. Instead she devoured the whole thing plus her fries and spent a couple of minutes debating whether to order another one. She was just an ordinary girl. Mind you this ordinary girl was famous worldwide and had millions to her name, but as we talked about everything from favourite restaurants to music and even our shared love of 'Shakti Man', it was hard to view her as anything more than a girl who I shared common interests with and whose company I enjoyed for reasons that went beyond her fame. In other words, if this were anyone else, I would've asked her out on a date by now. And call me crazy, but she seemed to be flirting just as much as I was.

Long after she had finished her meal and we were well into the second bottle of champagne, we found ourselves leaning on oppose ends of the couch, facing each other with our legs intertwined. Her right foot was running up and down my leg; neither of us made a big deal of it, but secretly, I think by this point, we both knew what the other wanted. I said to her,