Author’s Note: This is part one of my Raya Adventures series. For an introduction to my writing and how we arrived here, please see The Raya Adventures: Chapter 0

Celebs: Lucy Hale

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Raya is an interesting place. It is such a small community, that it’s almost niche. All the women seem to run in the same circles, so maintaining positive relationships is essential. It’s likely that your matches are talking, and giving their recommendations on who is worth the time, and who isn’t.

Another interesting thing about Raya is that star power seems to be a relevant attribute, and themore star power a woman has, theless she cares about yours. Instagram girls are notoriously bad – if you can not help advance their star power, they don’t waste their time with you. Celebrities, on the other hand, don’t seem to care how famous I am, because they aren’t looking for someone to make themmore trendy; they have plenty of star power on their own.

I began talking to this cute blonde girl from Michigan named Emily shortly after I downloaded the app; she was one of my first matches. It has been nearly a month, and our relationship hasn’t seen much progress.

I told Emily early on that I had sold a condo to Katherine McNamara, and over the weeks I came to realize that Emily saw me as a direct vein to the Hollywood blood stream. Every conversation we have all the time ends with her asking me if I have had any new celebrity clients recently, if I have been invited to any celebrity parties, and if I ever need a plus one to an event, she’s my girl.

The man in me doesn’t want to let the connection die; Emily isgorgeous, with arockin’ bod. What I wouldn’t give for one night…

Sorry, enough of that, I’m getting carried away.

While my relationship with Emily isn’t gaining any meaningful traction, Ihave been having some luck with a few celebrities: Kiernan Shipka, Hailee Steinfeld, and Emma Roberts, to name a few. Today’s story, however, is about Lucy Hale.

By far the strangest part about dating on Raya is that I am matching with girls that I have crushed on in the media forYEARS. Lucy is one of those girls that I have fantasized about for nigh on a decade – all the way back to when I used to be forced to watchPretty Little Liars with an old high college girlfriend.

Who would have wondered that 10 years later I would be scheduling a date with her?

Simply put, I amnervous.

I tuck my white t-shirt into my khaki’s and pull on a black mid-length jacket as I take a look at myself in the mirror.

Lucy fucking Hale.

I take a deep breath, run my fingers through my thick, slicked back hair, and turn on my heels to head out the door.

Lucy and I agreed to meet on location due to a scheduling conflict on her end. Who am I to complain? I hop in an uber outside of my apartment and make my way across town to the venue.

We’re meeting at a small, discreet comedy bar off the beaten path. Apparently there is some former bachelorette conducting a comedy tour in the area, and Lucy wanted to go. I guess celebrities can fan-girl too.

I arrive first, and wait patiently outside the venue. Heart racing, beating so intensely that my throat vibrates with each thrum, I watch couple after couple enter the venue.

a few minutes before the first act, I see a non-descript black SUV pull up out front and I push off the wall, standing on wobbly knees as I peer at the vehicle with willing anticipation. As I expected, Lucy climbs out of the vehicle.

She’sgorgeous; even more gorgeous in person than I could have imagined, as cliché as that may sound.

She’s wearing a sleek, black satin dress. It’s fairly low cut, with thin straps, and it hugs her curves quite favorably. She has a simple gold necklace to accent it, along with black flats on her feet that are slightly elevated in the heel. Her hair is pinned back, with loose strands blowing in the wind at her temples.

“You must be James!” she says with a warm smile as she struts across the sidewalk to greet me.

I smile back and meet her halfway. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Lucy.”

I’m not sure if I should shake her hand or give her a hug, but this is a date after all. Before I have a chance to make my decision, however, she throws her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a hug.

Lucy is short; 5’2″ to my 6’0,” and I have to bend over slightly to hug her. I have all the time had a thing for short girls, and the way she goes up on her toes and lifts ever so briefly off the ground for our embrace is oddly sexy.

As we break our hug and complete our introductions, I offer my arm. She slides her arm in mine, gripping my bicep and sending a wave of excitement through my body and a shiver down my spine that makes the hairs on my neck stand on end.

I lead the way into the venue and to our seats. Ten minutes later, I am sipping on a glass of scotch while Lucy nurses a glass of red wine.

I am rather impressed by the comedy performance, but Lucy steals the show, at least in my eyes. She has the mostbeautiful smile, and her laughter isintoxicating. The best part of every joke is when Lucy keels over in laughter, or slaps my thigh, or – my favorite one – when she leans her head against my shoulder, laugh-crying into my shirt.

I am typically pretty good at reading the room, and by the time the show is over, I am fairly confident that asking Lucy to come back to my place isn’t over-stepping my bounds.

“Tonight was fun,” Lucy says, holding my arm once again on the way out, but this time leaning her head on my arm as we walk. “I’m glad we did this.”

“Whew, I’m glad you had fun. I was beginning to think you might go home with the bachelorette.”

“I was thinking about it…” She teases, lifting her head from my shoulder and looking up at me. “Are you asking me to ditch her and go home with you instead?”

“The thought did cross my mind…” I tease back.

“As it turns out,” Lucy says, turning the corner on to the adjacent street. “I actually have a room booked in the Hilton,” she says, nodding at the tall building two blocks in front of us.

“Ohhh dooo youuu?” I growl with excitement. “Can I invite myself up for a drink?”

“Drinks are certainly on the table,” Lucy says, her words heavy with implication. I can already feel my cock swelling in my trousers at the idea of Lucy going as far as to set up a hotel just a few blocks from the venue. The night must be going exactly as anticipated if she is inviting me up to her room.

Lucy checks us in under the name of ‘Karen Reynolds,’ a play on both of our names, and I can not help but to chuckle. Assuming the date went well, she clearly had big intentions for tonight.

As we enter the room, I kick my shoes off next to Lucy’s, drape my jacket over a chair, and follow her as she pads across the floor on bare feet towards the living space. It’s not the fanciest hotel in town; the room is actually quite modest for a girl of her stature, and I discover comfort in that.

I pour us both a glass of champagne from the bottle already open and chilling on the table, and pass her a glass as I take a seat next to her. Lucy immediately leans into me, resting her head on my shoulder as she takes a swig of her champagne and rests her left hand on my left thigh.

I reach over with my right hand, taking a swig of my own drink, and grab hold of her left knee, pulling it up and over my left leg.

In response, Lucy tosses back her glass, finishing it’s contents. I take it from her as I finish mine, placing both glasses on the side table.

Lucy tosses her left leg over my body, pushing herself up until she is straddling me. Everything moves rather quickly from here.

I grab her face as she sits on my lap, gently grinding on my stiffening cock. I pull her face towards mine and plant my lips on hers.

Herlips.

Her thick, luscious lips press against mine and I groan into her as our mouths part and our tongues greet.

As I hold her face and focus on pressing my lips against hers, Lucy reaches down towards her waist and pulls her dress up until it is bunched around her hips. I let go of her face and run my hands down her body; shoulders, arms, fingers drumming over ribs until my hands are on her hips.

I slide my hands under the hem of her dress and grab her waist. I slide my thumbs into the crease of her thighs as they fold against her body, her dress draped over my wrists.

Lucy slides her hips back so that her ass is resting on my thighs as she reaches for my belt. My heart skips and my cock throbs, my blood pressure rising and perspiration beading on my forehead.

Lucy Hale is taking my pants off.

I narrate the entire encounter in my brain, still in disbelief that this is actually happening. I am waiting to wake up from aVERY vivid dream at any moment.

But I don’t wake up. Instead, Lucy sits up on her knees and tugs on the waist of my pants. I lift my hips and slide my hands over hers, taking the reigns as I push my pants down to my knees. They fall from my knees to my ankles and I kick at them until my legs come free.

Lucy gasps as my cock swings upward, standing at attention between our bodies. I can see a look of envy in her eyes as she stares at my throbbing, leaking cock, and my confidence leaves earth on a rocket into space. With my pants off, she slides forward once more, her bare legs sliding over my hairy thighs.

I feel a soft, dainty hand grip my cock and I let out a sharp breath and a groan as my body reacts with a shudder.

With one hand stroking my cock, Lucy wraps her left hand around the back of my head and pulls me towards her. Our lips lock once more, and we kiss with a hungry passion as Lucy grinds her warm, damp pussy on my left leg and jerks hard on my cock with her right hand, causing precum to spew down into her palm.

I run my hands up Lucy’s body and grip her breasts under her dress, causing the dress to pull up and expose her belly. In response, she lets go of my cock and grabs my face with both hands, wetting my cheek with my own precum.

She stares into my eyes with her gorgeous hazel gaze and lets out a deep breath. Words are spoken in that silent gaze, and we are both on the same page.

Lucy sits up on her knees and looks down at her crotch, slipping a hand between her legs and pulling her tiny black thong apart. She then grabs my cock and pulls it towards her as she shimmy’s forward. She presses the head of my cock between her lower lips and my tip kisses the opening of her pussy.

She slowly lowers herself down until my tip enters her, and then she releases her hold on my cock, letting gravity take over as she grips my shoulders with both hands.

She presses her forearms against my chest while her elbows dig in to my pecs as she slowly lowers herself on to me. I slide my hands back down to her hips, holding her waist and helping to guide her down. We go all the way in, taking it nice and slow until her ass cheeks are touching my thighs.

Lucy leans forward and rests her forehead on my chest just below the neck as she begins to slowly lift and drop her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy – ever so slowly.

I continue to hold her hips without guidance, following her lead as her pussy slowly stretches and adjusts to my size.

“Holy shit,” I pant into her hair.

“Ohhhh gawwwd,” She moans against my chest in unison.

She is extremely wet and my cock is well lubricated and it doesn’t take more than a few up-and-downs before my cock is sliding in and out of her with ease. She notices it too, because she starts to pick up the pace.

Lucy bounces up and down on my cock, fingers digging into my shoulders and elbows pressing firmly into my chest. I can feel her ass cheeks bouncing off my thighs and I can not withstand giving them a squeeze.

I grab a cheek in each hand and follow the bouncing, clapping motion of her body as we both pant and groan. Lucy picks up speed with each bounce, riding me so hard and fast that my hands can not keep up with her rhythm. I let go and immediately hear the sound of cheeks clapping on thighs as she bounces on me.

I grab her dress and pull it up, lifting it up and over her head. I toss it apart as Lucy repositions herself on top of me, biting her lip and grinning mischievously as she presses her palms against my shoulders as she rides me.

Her perky little breasts bounce on her chest, practically in my face, and my eyes fixate on her stiff nipples until I am nearly salivating at the wondered of slipping one into my mouth and fondling it with my tongue.

It’s as if she could read my mind – Lucy grabs my face and pulls it towards her chest, shoving her breasts in my face. I take full benefit and immediately suction my lips to her left breast, wetting her bosom with my saliva as I twirl my tongue around her hard nipple.

Lucy moans as she sucks in a long, hard breath, tossing her head back and closing her eyes as she continues to ride me, but she is now grinding on my lap with my cock buried inside of her.

As much as I love this position and this experience, I want control. I spit out her nipple and wrap my arms around her back, hugging her to me. I push my cock as deep into her as I can, and lean forward, pushing myself up on to my feet. Still inside of her, I carry her across the room and into the bedroom.

As I drop her on to the bed, my cock pulls out of her for the first time since she mounted me, and I quickly pull my shirt over my head and toss it onto the floor. I grab Lucy’s ankles and plant her heels on my chest and then grab her thong and pull it up her legs and past her feet, throwing it near my shirt.

Now both fully nude, I take a good look at her sopping wet pussy before sliding my hands to her thighs. I flip her over, positioning her on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. She giggle and purrs, consenting wordlessly to my request as I shimmy up behind her and flop my cock down on her the small of her back.

“Fuck me, James,” Lucy begs.

I oblige.

I place my right hand on the right side of her lower back and grab my cock with my left. I bring my hips back and run the head of my cock through her ass cheeks, over her puckered ass hole, and between her lips. I discover her opening quite easily, and it’s already gaped for my size; I slide into her with ease.

We both groan and shudder and Lucy arches her back as I enter her. I grab both of her hips, sliding my ring fingers into the ninety degree angle of her legs and abdomen as my thumbs dig into her ass cheeks.

I pull her backward slightly as I push my hips forward, and my thighs clap off her cheeks.

Overeager and unrelenting, I fuck her as hard and fast as I can, slamming my cock into her cervix as she begins to scream with guttural pleasure. I pound her from behind, sweat dripping down my temples.

It only takes 15 or 20 pumps before my balls clench and my cock throbs and the first rope of cum spews from my tip and fills her pussy.

After pumping one load into her, I pull out and grab my cock with my left hand, gripping her ass cheek with my right to hold her in place. I jerk my cock in a calculated motion, shooting a second load that erupts from my cock with vigor, painting a thick eight inch rope down her spine from her shoulders to the middle of her back.

My cock spews four more loads, and I dump these on her left ass cheek. They are thick, decent sized loads, but nothing like the one on her back.

When I am finished, I squeeze one more bead of cum from my tip and wipe it across the back of her left thigh and then slap her right cheek with my right hand – hard enough to leave an imprint.

As she slumps forward on the bed with a squeal, I see the first load of cum leaking from her pussy and clinging to her clit as it seeps out of her and onto the bed.

I crawl up on to the bed and flop down on my back next to her. Spent and satisfied, my cock is already going limp and flops over my left thigh, still leaking the gooey, watery remnants of my ejaculant.

Lucy crawls over and lays her head on my chest, and we both pass out right there, naked, with her back and ass still covered with my cum.

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Closing Note: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this edition of my Raya Adventures series! The next edition in this series,The Raya Adventures: Chapter 2, features a threesome with Kiernan Shipka.