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Gilbert Grape Garage Game Fantasy	By : LSMarz Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 2908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Johnny Depp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I posted this here because there was no Whats Eating Gilbert Grape catagory under movies. Admin, please feel free to move this if one is created.

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Disclaimer:The character Gilbert Grape is owned by Peter Hedges. The rest is mine.
I make no money by writing this stuff.
Rating: nc-17
pairing: Gilbert Grape/OCfemale

Gilbert Grape Garage Game Fantasy

A short explanation

This fantasy grew from a game that is played on one of Johnny Depp’s fan sites (you know who you are!) Each month a site member can submit an essay explaining to the game monitors why they should have one of Johnny’s characters come live with them in an imaginary garage apartment. The monitors include the characters, Lt Victor, Barbosa and MonkeyJack as well as real people. The game player writes why they and the character would be the best match. Then, if their essay wins the character, the new landlady has the right to include him in posts and often writes little updates about the goings on in the apartment throughout the month. Very innocent, PG-13 at the most… Silly but fun. This is kind of where I started writing. I had never really thought of writing about a character that someone else had created. Since then I have written up a couple of fictions. Although, for me, the sexier the better. I seem to have found my niche in smut.

Just so you know. Gilbert was my first garage tenant and I had kept him for several months. Then everyone had to switch and he was gone from me. I won him back with a much tamer and shorter version of the fiction that follows. Gilbert is my favorite Johnny character and I hope you will see why with this little fantasy.

Does this all seem a little psychotic to you??? Oh well…..

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“Hey ….”

I thought I saw a glint of auburn hair out the corner of my eye.

“No”, I thought. “Can’t be him”

My longing was so tangible sometimes it fooled me.

I continued to hang up the laundry.

I glanced up at the empty apartment above my garage and sighed. . An unnatural quiet had descended on my little island home. The garage apartment has stood empty for months now. Axel and his enthusiastic crowing (and lovemaking!) were gone. And before him, Sam and his unbound joy had left for parts unknown. And Gilbert. My deepest grief was for my Gilbert. I know it was for the best, and he needed to be set free. He had to explore. He had to find out what it was like to be responsible only for himself. And it wasn’t fair to hoard him. Other landladies wanted him too. I knew all that, but I can’t begin to explain my sense of loss when Gilbert Grape had to leave me.

I thought the other tenants could fill the void. They were all fine tenants, each so special in his own way. I thought maybe I should try to apply for someone else this month, someone completely different. I could go for a wild man like Raoul Duke. I could think of several uses for his baldhead and that lizard tail. Or maybe take a ride with the out and out lunacy of Agent Sands. His touch must be extra sensitive now that his eyes are gone. The possibilities of outrageous parties in the apartment created a great diversion. But only for a short time. In the end I didn’t have the heart to try and find someone new. This was never just a simple landlady/tenant relationship here in Garagegameland. It was too easy to get caught up in each tenant’s personality. Too easy to succumb to his charms. What if I got attached again? Could I stand another loss? I just didn’t know.

I pushed these thoughts out of my mind.

I concentrated on my task at hand but it was no use. The sun was getting bright and amazingly warm, on my windswept island. The sandy pines swayed and blew their fresh scent, like a new year, across my body. I laid my laundry down for now and rested against a tree. Gathering my skirt up between my tan legs, I dug my feet into the soft sand and watched it run through my toes. I remembered the last time I saw Gilbert. It was after Lt Victor’s sudden announcement about a change in the garage game rules.

Lt. Victor and his companion, MonkeyJack, had issued a new garage game rule and everyone had to switch tenants. A clean slate, he said. He could be so cruel. It was an arbitrary decision on his part. I could just picture him sitting there in his crisp Cuban military uniform. His legs spread. That huge hard on bulging uncomfortably on his thigh, talking to the monkey… “How can I make these women squirm? Hmmm? How can I make them beg for mercy? …. Eh? What’s that you say MonkeyJack? What do you mean I can’t … what do you know…just watch me…I will make them scramble for new tenants. Those silly women have become far too complacent.” Then he probably laughed as he stroked that magnificent member some more. The creep.

When Gilbert and I got the news we were heart broken. We decided to have our last evening together in the apartment. Gilbert laid the plates out for our last meal. He had turned into quite a romantic. When he first came to me he was sullen and depressed. He had always taken care of his mom and sisters and his brother Arnie. But after the death of their mother, they had all scattered to the four winds. Gilbert found himself wandering around Garagegameland in search of an anchor. He found me. I was able to take his mind off his worries. I helped him loosen up and play games and enjoy the moment. We were both going to enjoy this moment. Our last moment together.

He lit the candles and the shadow play on his beautiful face was breathtaking. I know he was not aware of his beauty. He was not a bit aware that the mere sight of him made me ache inside. He reached over and took my hand and pulled me closer to him. Gilbert began to burrow his face into my neck lighting me up with tiny kisses. His tongue darted out and he ran it along the corner of my jaw and up to my earlobe, which he sucked into his pretty mouth. “I won’t be able to stand not touching you,” he whispered into my ear. His voice was full of emotion. He reached up to cup the sides of my face as his mouth met mine. I wanted to devour his tongue and I sucked it deliciously into my mouth. Gilbert responded by leaning into me with his body. I laid down on the threadbare Oriental rug, fitted snuggly in his arms. He hovered over me and then gently pressed his hips against mine as we kissed. . I could feel his hardness between us. I could smell the heat rising from his neck. I wound my hips in circles against him. He moaned in my mouth. I pulled his tee shirt up and ran my fingers over his fine hairless chest. His skin was smooth and I found his small brown nipple under my hand was hot to the touch. He squirmed as my fingers twirled the hard little nipple. My hands roamed down his abdomen to his belly button where I found the sweet trail of hair leading to the top of his jeans. Gilbert took my hand again. This time he placed it on his swollen erection. I loved the feel of him under the rough denim. I managed to unbutton the top button but had no patience with his zipper. I followed the trail inside his pants and reached for him. I touched the amazing smoothness of the head of his penis and ran my hand along the veined shaft. He responded with a shiver to my touch. His tongue traced a path down my neck to the hollow between my breasts and he buried his face there for a moment as our hands roamed. I tugged at his jeans some more and finally Gilbert had had enough. He unzipped his zipper on his own, freeing himself from his pants. I ran my hand around to the small of his back and felt two small child like dimples there before continuing down the curve of his wonderful behind. I loved the crease where his cheeks met the top of his muscular thighs. I grabbed his behind and pulled him toward me. Our passion was moving quickly and I broke our kisses to slow us down …. Just a little bit. The muscles in his arms strained as he pushed his torso up to look at me, his hair falling into his deep brown eyes. Sweetness. Gotta love a farm boy. Oh, what the hell. I slid his jeans off over his ass.

Our meal was totally forgotten as our lovemaking intensified.

I pushed him off me gently and kneeled at his side as I slipped my dress off over my head.
“You make me feel….”
“What, baby?” I cooed.
“Well, you just make me … feel.” Gilbert said. I could see the slow sweet smile spread across his face. The only meal I wanted at that moment was Gilbert Grape. I laid him down now on his back and straddled his hips as I leaned over him on all fours. I grabbed his wrists and squeezed them and held them over his head. I had to stretch to keep him prone and his tongue played with whatever body parts came into proximity with his mouth. I stretched a little more and brought my breast down to his mouth and he sucked it eagerly. The feel of his teeth lightly biting my nipple sent a shock wave through my body and I stretched even more, parting my knees further, laying my full body on top of his. Trapping his member between our bodies, I moved my pussy up and down his shaft teasingly, while still holding his hands above his head. Gilbert tried to bring his hands down to touch me but I held him fast. I know he always wants to please me. And he always does. But this time I wanted to take care of him. I wanted to make him moan. I looked around the sparely furnished living room and spotted a piece of gold silk cording holding back the curtains. And I had an idea.

Gilbert watched amused as I grabbed the cord and brought it over to where he was leaning back, resting on his elbows. He looked just the way I liked to see him. Long auburn hair tousled, a smile playing in his eyes. Tee shirt hiked up under his armpits. Slim hips supporting a raging hard on. His pants bunched down around his ankles. He was a vision.

“Hmmm… New game?” Gilbert was amused
“No, baby boy, a game as old as man…” I said as I wound the cording around his wrists. I laid him flat on his back and secured the other end of the silk rope to the leg of the couch with a knot I learned in girl scouts. Who knew how handy that knowledge would be later in life?
“Now what?” he said
“Shhhhh. Don’t speak.” And I found something for his mouth to do as I straddled his head and lowered my pussy to his face. His tongue worked it’s magic on me and the heat in my groin flamed up my body. I needed to inhale him. Mirroring what he was doing to me, I leaned forward and sucked as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. It was huge, smooth and hot. The head pushed down my throat but my eagerness triggered my gag reflex. Too much too soon. A muffled moan came from Gilbert buried deep in the crux of my legs. He was straining against the rope trying to reach for me. I licked the underside of his penis and ran my tongue around the ridge where the shaft meets the head. His hips bucked in response. I tasted his pre-cum at the top of his penis. I loved the smoothness on my lips and I licked my way back down to his balls, licking the rough skin there with the flat of my tongue. I tasted a faint trace of my scent mixed with his light musk. Delicious. I could not get enough of him and from the sounds Gilbert was making he was getting his fill of me. His tongue flicked my clit as he sucked and I could feel myself getting ready to come. I sucked his cock in and out of my mouth in rhythm with his long tongue thrusting in and out of my slit. For a brief moment, I worried he might suffocate and then I didn’t care as my orgasm began to grip me. Gilbert groaned as he heard me gasp in ecstasy. I devoured him with mindless abandon as I came.

As my orgasm began to recede, I could feel the excitement rising in Gilbert. I could feel the cum filling his cock. I heard strange animal noises coming from my lower body and I raised myself off Gilberts face. He moaned again as I filled my mouth with him again and stroked his hardness with my slick hands. Now that I was relaxed he was able to slide down my throat much deeper than before. My fingers stroked the sweet skin behind his testicles and I could feel his movements becoming more urgent as I pressed him there. His arms strained against their tether and his head moved between my legs as he groaned. “I’m gonna come!” Always the gentleman, he warned me moments before I felt the first wave of hot creamy liquid hit the back of my throat. Another thrust and another smaller wave splashed against my lips as I took his twitching prick out of my mouth. I smeared his member with his own cum as his orgasm wound down. He shuddered each time I touched the slick head. I smiled up at him lying there on the floor, hands tied above his head. I loved pleasing him.

I reversed my position and snuggled into his armpit. I have a thing for his armpit.
“Will you untie me now?” Gilbert said, laughing at the absurdity of his situation.
“No.... I don’t want to. If I untie you then the night will be over and you’ll have to leave and go live with some other crazy woman and I’ll have to go to Cuba and hunt Lt Victor and MonkeyJack down and then I'll have to kill them…. And… And I don’t want that.”
Gilbert eyed me earnestly. “I know, I hate it too, but we have to play the game. It’s only fair.”
He was right … of course.
I reluctantly reached for the golden cording and untied him. Gilbert held me wrapped protectively in his arms all night as we slept.
My sweet Gilbert.

My eyes were closed and I slid my hand along my thighs in memory of that last night. I sighed and my eyes fluttered open. The wind kicked up and blew my sheets up like a lady’s skirt. The sun was very bright but I was sheltered in the billowy tent formed by my laundry. I got up reluctantly, dusted the sand off my feet and returned to finish my task. Memories of Gilbert ran rampantly around my head and body. They felt so real. He felt so near. A light shadow played across the crisp white sheet I was pining up. Impossible, I thought. I looked down and saw a pair of dusty worn old boots behind the linen. I heard a soft laugh. My heart quickened. I could hear an ocean roaring in my ears……. the sound of my own blood rushing in. A wonderful laugh. A rare sound. I had not heard that sweet sound for months. My knees felt electric. I felt a tingle shoot up my thigh and hit my core.

He stepped out from behind the linen.

Oh, his eyes.

My beloved Gilbert.

“I’ve come back,” he said softly.
“And where have you been, my brown eyed son?”
“Lets go upstairs and I’ll tell you.”
“What about the game? That monkey spy is everywhere and if Lt Victor finds out…”
“Shhhhh…. We can worry about that later. Right now… I need to touch you.”

He put his arms around me and I leaned in close to him. I felt the course roughness of the denim covering his chest. I heard the pounding of his heart. I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent of the road he had been traveling.
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