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Good Enough	By : eavey Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 6293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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When Lynn and Brendan got back from shopping, Ann and Gerry were in the kitchen making dinner. “Oh good!” Lynn said setting her bags down. “You’ve made my favorite, chicken pot pie.”

“Well I'm glad you like it,” Ann said.

“Are you kidding? Do you know how lucky I am that you live here? If it weren’t for you I’d be eating out all the time.”

“True, you can't cook for shit.”

“What about all those dinners you made while Ann was gone?” Brendan asked.

“Well,” Lynn said with a guilty smile, “Ann actually made those. She froze them and told me exactly how to reheat them. all I had to do was thaw them out.”

“You dirty little cheater,” Brendan said as he threw his gloves at her.

When they sat down to eat Ann opened a bottle of wine that Lynn knew she was saving for a special occasion.

“So what beg news do you have for us Ann?” Lynn asked.

“How did you know?”

“You opened the ‘special-occasion-I-have-big-news’ wine.”

“Good point. Gerry you tell her.”

“Oh good God she isn’t pregnant is she?” Lynn asked.

“No, no. Andrew Lloyd Webber is doing a revival of ‘Evita’ on Broadway.”

“I heard he was thinking of doing that.”

“Well he has asked me to play the role of Che.”

“Seriously?” Lynn said in amazement.

“Yes, but that’s not all,” Ann said.

“Am I telling this or are you?” Gerry interrupted with a smile.

“Sorry, continue.”

“Well as I was saying, he wants you to audition for the role of Evita, next week.”

Lynn could hardly breathe. Just the chance to audition for one of the most legendary men of Broadway was a huge deal. But the fact that she only had a week to prepare for it scared her.

“Lynn are you alright?” Ann asked, shaking her friend by the shoulders.

“Sweetheart,” Brendan said with a worry look on his face. “Sweetheart you need to breathe.”

Lynn blinked a few times. Then all of a sudden she jumped out of her chair. “I gotta practice. I hope to God somebody didn’t drink the last of my honey lemon tea cause there will be hell to pay!” She was saying all of this while pacing back and forth looking for things as she mentioned them. They just sat there and stared at her. “I need sheet music and a piano. Ann do you still have that little keyboard cause I need it.” Ann didn’t move. “Well do you have it? Oh good lord, I’ll get it myself.”

Just as Lynn was about to run to the hall closet, Gerry hopped out of his chair and caught Lynn around the chest. “Lynn, darling, calm down. There is no need to rush around like a chicken,” he said as he spun her around to face him. “You will be just fine.”

“But I haven’t sung anything on stage for months. I don’t even know if I can sing that part. I need to practice.” Lynn was trying to get out of Gerry's grasp.

Gerry took her by the shoulders and shook, hard. “Snap out of it. Andy said you only had to sing one song, nothing from ‘Evita’, of course. I know he has seen you onstage and knows what you can do.” Lynn looked shocked by the very idea that Andrew Lloyd Webber had seen her on stage. “He wouldn’t ask to see you if he didn’t think you had a reasonable chance of performing up to his standards.”

“The man has a point,” Ann interjected.

“I guess so,” Lynn said as she relaxed causing Gerry to drop his hands. “But what am I gonna sing?”

“What about a song from Les Mis?” Ann said with a smile.

“I haven’t sung that since high school.”

“Not true. I heard you in the shower a few days ago,” Brendan said.

“You knew what I meant.”

“If I may say,” Ann started, “I still think your performance in that musical was the best yet.” Lynn gave her a wary look. “Well it was. True, your voice is far better now then it was then. But you had such passion for that show.”

“I see your point,” Lynn said as she flung herself onto the couch.

That was the only excitement for the evening. They finished dinner with stories of all the crazy thing Lynn and Ann did in high school theatre. None of them were particularly that funny, at least not the Brendan and Gerry. They only laughed because Ann couldn’t stop snorting; something she claims was all Lynn's fault.

“I didn’t start doing that till I started hanging out with you my senior year of high school. You used to snort all the time.”

“Not true,” Lynn laughing so hard it was a wonder she could even speak. And without warning, she snorted.

“See I told you,” Ann yelled as laughter tears began to run down her face.

Before either of the guys realized it, both Lynn and Ann were laughing so hard people on the street could have heard them. Lynn couldn’t stop snorting and Ann was barely breathing she was laughing so hard. Needless to say, they both went to bed that night with very, very sore stomach muscles.

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Gerry woke Ann the next morning with a nice hot cup of coffee. “Wake up dearling,” he said rubbing her back. “The decorators will be at my apartment in an hour.”

“What time is it?” Ann asked with a sleepy voice.

“Just after ten,” Gerry said kissing her forehead. I made you coffee and there is toast in the kitchen. You really need to get up and dressed.”

“But why?”

“Because I said so. And please brush your hair,” he added with a smirk. “You have ‘I had a whole lot of sex last night’ hair and I don’t want these people knowing our nocturnal habits.”

“Oh alright,” Ann said getting out of bed and putting on her silk robe. But only if you join me in the shower.”

“I really can't, I have to go over there and clean up a bit.”

“No you don’t.” Ann grabbed Gerry and kissed him. She teased his mouth with her tongue. “You need a shower you dirty boy,” she said biting is lip.

“If my diva commands.”

“Yes I do!” she said in a mock Italian accent, pulling hard in Gerry's arm.

Ann turned on the shower while Gerry stripped as fast as he could. Ann laughed a little when he tripped trying to get his boxers off. From then on there was no more laughing.

Gerry got into the shower first, and held his hand out for Ann, helping her over the edge of the tub. As soon as she was in he pulled her into his arms. The kiss he delivered was wanton and full of hunger.

He shoved her under the stream of water, loving the sensation that the water made as it ran between them. Their hands slid all over each others bodies. Grabbing, pulling, kissing, and licking every inch of the other.

Ann spun them around, Gerry now under the water, as she licked down his neck to his stomach and finally to his penis. “This needs a little extra attention,” she said before she took him in her mouth. She moved up and down his shaft, adding her hand to the base so her mouth could concentrate on the head. Ever-so softly she began to hum as she took him.

“Oh God baby, that feels good,” he moaned out. “Keep doing that and I am gonna explode.”

Ann took her mouth off of him and kissed her way back up to his slightly disgruntled face. “I didn’t mean you should-,”

But Ann cut him off when she forced her way into his mouth like a conquering hero, claiming it for her own. “I want you to take me from behind,” she whispered into his ear.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Gerry spun Ann around, bent her forward and plunged deep inside her. Ann braced herself against the side of the tub as Gerry grabbed her hips and started to pound her.

“Oh fuck yes, right there. Right fucking there,” Ann screamed as he hit her g-spot. “Harder, fuck me harder!”

“I didn’t know you liked it that hard.”

“Oh God yes! Pound me!”

He did as he was told watching as the water splashed all over the place. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” Gerry cried out.

Ann flipped her hair up and grabbed the towel rack for support, giving him better angle to her g-spot. The sight of Ann acting like a porn goddess caused Gerry to nearly loose his shit, but he held on for her.

It didn’t take long for Ann to reach her breaking point at this angle. She had never felt like this before. It was the combination of the water feeling of Gerry fucking the sit out of her that finally sent her over the edge. “Oh shit! Uh uhhn! Oh good God right there!” Ann screamed as she came. He felt her tighten around him and let out a guttural roar that the neighbors could have heard.

It was truly one of the best orgasms she had ever had. The tingling was all over her and she was shaking so much Gerry had to grab her to make sure she didn’t fall. Not that he could stand that well either.

“Soap. Scrubbie,” was all Ann could say at that moment. They washed each others sated bodies as though they had just run a marathon.

When they finally emerged from the shower, Ann looked at the clock on the wall. “Oh fuck me!” she yelled.

“I thought I just did that,” Gerry said with a smirk as he toweled himself off.

“Not that, butthead. I have 10 minuets to look presentable. I don’t want these people thinking that I am a bum with a huge bank account.”

“You couldn’t look like a bum if you tried.” He kissed her forehead.

“You are the cutest most adorable man I know,” Ann said pinching his cheeks. “But take that look off your face.”

“What face?”

“The ‘I just had really hot shower sex’ face.”

“But I did.”

“I know that, as I was there, but I don’t want the decorators to know.”

She was toweling off her hair when Gerry grabbed her to his chest. He kissed Ann long and hard, moving his hands to her neck. He broke the kiss moving his mouth down the line of her jaw to just behind her ear, leaving kisses as he went. “I can't help making that face,” he said nipping at her earlobe. “It’s just something you do to me.”

Ann let out a frustrated moan as he kissed her. “As much as I would love for you to keep doing that to me, I have to put some clothes on.” She pulled away, reluctantly. “You have to go clean that place up. Dammit Gerry! Don’t give me those puppy dog eyes. You know I can't resist them. If you behave, I will reward you later.” She gave him a little eye wiggle.

It was almost as if a fire was lit under Gerry. He walked very quickly out of the bathroom. When Ann saw him 2.5 minuets later, he was still pulling his pants on. Ann laughed thinking about what Gerry thought was gonna happen later that night. An evil smirk crossed her face when she realized that the funniest part was he had no idea.

All thoughts of sex aside, Ann was quite nervous. She always hated meeting new people and decorators had to be her least favorite. The ones she had some in contact with during her one year in college were the worst; completely pretentious and snotty. And not just her teachers were like that. Most of her fellow students were too. There was this one kid who was the worst. The way he strutted around the room, telling people in the slickest of voices that their designs were “in need of some serious attention,” was enough to, just at the thought of it, get Ann angry as she walked up the stairs to Gerry's apartment.

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By the time Gerry opened the door to his much neglected apartment, he only had a few minuets to get things in order. The place wasn’t really mess, just a little disorganized. He was just throwing the last of the trash into the trash chute in the hall when he heard foot steps coming up the stairs.

He just managed to get back inside and put a pot of tea on before there was a knock at the door.

“Be right there,” Gerry called out.

When he opened the door, he had to stifle a laugh. The person standing in front of him had the most ridiculous hair and outfit he had ever seen. It was like seeing “gay” personified. Not that he had any problem with that, it just made him laugh.

“Hello, I'm Ger-“

“I know, Gerard Butler. I'm Christian and I am a huge fan of yours. But s you can see,” he indicated his bag, “we have other things to do than talk about your career.”

“Well, please come in. Ann should be here any moment.”

They walked inside. “My God,” Christian exclaimed. “This place is huge. I mean I knew it was big from the dimensions your assistant gave me, but they really didn’t do it justice.”

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