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Taming The Hurricane


Richard was laying on the couch half asleep, with the TV on when he heard the doorbell ring. He called his sister, "Jesse! Charlotte's here! Come get the door!"

"I'm in the shower, stupid! You get it!" Jesse yelled from the bathroom in her room.

"Okay but you owe me one, dude," Richard groaned, getting up slowly to go to the front door. He pulled the door open to find that it was not Jesse's friend Charlotte, but their old friend Gregory Helms, better known as World Wrestling Entertainment's, Hurricane Helms. "Greg?"

"Hey, Rich. Smackdown's in San Diego this Friday so I thought I'd come over. Got any beer?" Greg asked walking right in to sit on the couch.

"How do you think I got like this? I downed it all this morning," Rich explained, closing the door and dropping into an easy chair.

"What the hell are you watching? Is that Rachel Ray? Give me the remote. I've got to change this shit." He found the remote wedged between the cushions of the couch and changed the channel to Comedy Central.

"Dude what happened to your hair?" Richard asked, eyeing Greg awkwardly. His hair had went from only one inch and green to brown and shoulder length.

"It grew. I was gone from the WWE for a year and decided I'd try a new look."

"It's okay I guess. You should probably shave though. You look like that guy from Lord of the Rings. Strider, I think is what they call him," Rich mumbled, closing his eyes.

"I've heard that one before. While you sleep I'll go check your Captain Morgan stash in the guest room," Greg said standing up and going to the room at the end of the hallway. Rich smiled and pretended to be asleep.

Greg opened the door to find the room full of stuff unlike the last time he visited and spent the night there. The restroom door opened and Jesse walked out in her towel, without even noticing Greg at the door. He watched her got to her bed to check her cell phone, forgot he was intruding and said, "you sure have grown up."

Jesse turned quickly and looked absolutely terrified. Greg might have cared that he scared her if she did not look so hot with her long, dark, wet hair stuck to her face, shoulders and the top of her breasts. When she recognized him, Jesse scoffed with a smile, "what are you doing here?"

"Rich didn't tell me this wasn't a guest room anymore, heh. My bad. You know, if you really couldn't stand me, you'd be screaming at me to get out, like a pansy," Greg said.

"I never was much of a pansy. I'm not the girl that stands on a chair screaming 'mouse'. I'm the one who tries to catch it. You know that."

"Well, that's just one of those things that makes you so hot. For a girl, you're pretty badass. You like to push men because you want them to push you back. You like a challenge."

"How would you know what I like?"

"I've seen men try to charm you but it just doesn't do it for you. No, you like to be a bitch to them and if they can't think of anything witty to say, there chances are pretty much screwed. I remember when I was the only one to get you to smile and talk to me," Greg bragged with a crooked smile.

"Do you remember what I said first?" asked Jesse with a happy smile, already feeling comfortable with her old friend even though she was in a towel and had not seen Greg for three years.

"You were basically telling all the guys to piss off. You were obviously not in a good mood and you were all like, 'what the hell do you want?'"

"Yeah, that's what I said alright," she laughed. "I even remember what you said."

"I figured I'd be an ass right back to you. I'm all, 'I was going to ask you the same thing since you obviously have a staring problem.' Then you smiled that pretty smile." Jesse laughed. "Yeah, that's the one."

"Still, there was no point to it. You had a girlfriend and we never went out. We were just tight with each other."

"No time like the present. I'm single now. I have a kick ass job. You know you want this, Jesse. We've both waited a long time and I think we should take it a step further. Just because I'm rich and you're not doesn't mean we can't be happy together."

"I don't know. My brother will be alone and I don't want that. You could do so much better anyway," Jesse laughed tossing her phone back onto the bed.

"I don't want to do better. I want you," Greg insisted.

Jesse's smile disappeared and she grumbled turning away, "if you wanted me why didn't you come back a long ago? I waited for you, Greg. When I saw you get that injury on Smackdown I was certain you'd come right back. Nothing. You didn't even call me. Jason asked me to marry him. I couldn't do it. My life was on hold for you."

"Look, I know what I did. I've been beating myself up over it but I just didn't feel like I could face you. I didn't know what I would say to the woman I abandoned. 'Hey, I'm rich now. Want to marry me?' Come on. You know I love you."

"Yeah, I know and I love you too but-"

"But what? There shouldn't be any. I love you and you love me. That's it."

"No, it's not. It's been so long since I've seen you in person. I feel like I don't know you anymore," Jesse explained.

"Come with me to this Friday's Smackdown. I'll show you around and we can go out after. Then you can decide if you'll give me another chance."

"Okay. It's a deal."

Jesse agreed and accompanied Greg to the show. She sat in his locker room while he headed to the arena for a match. Tired of waiting and eager to be with him again she went out and found him as he was about to enter the ring.

"Hey, can I go with you?" she asked and found her eyes trailing down to his bare chest until he spoke.

"To the ring? Maybe to ringside and you can do commentary. I'm going out now if you want to come," he replied, suddenly grabbing her hand and running out to the arena with her. Jesse had never felt so nervous as she did when Hurricane Helms let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her close then looked her in the eye with a sweet smile. At that moment everything seemed silent and she wanted him to push her back and completely ravage her.

Ten minutes into the match, Greg was in a tight spot and Jesse knew Ryder was going for his finisher. She interfered without being seen and Greg was able to finish him off.

"You're the greatest, Jesse. I didn't think you'd even want to help," Greg laughed as they sat in the back of his limousine, headed for Red Robin. Jesse wanted to keep it simple to see how her old friend was in casual situations.

"Please, Greg. I hate Ryder. I'd do anything to make him lose," she said.

"It'd be nice to have your help every time."

"Well, I don't know. You seem pretty much the same but I can't say for sure just yet."

"If you're the prize, I could pass any test."

"Wow. That's you alright. Kill a perfectly fun night with a corny comment like that."

Jesse fully enjoyed her dinner because she felt so comfortable with Greg. It did not feel overbearing like a dinner at some fancy restaurant downtown would have. They discussed the new games they played, the popular things they hated and the movies they could watch five days in a row without getting tired of them. She felt like he never left because nothing seemed different, except his new and hot, long hair. Other than that, he was just as stupid as he had always been. After he quoted Dodgeball, with Vince Vaughn and Ben Stiller, they decided they would watch it in Greg's trailer.

When they got to the trailer Jesse had completely forgotten why she was with him in the first place. Being around him felt as natural as her head being on her neck. She threw herself on the couch, laughing, "man, I am so full. Sometimes I wish I was fatter so I could eat more. Too bad you can't have your favorite desserts anymore, huh? I would die without cheesecake or banana splits or cream puffs, like this one." She pulled a cream puff out of no where.

"Where did you get that?"

"The fridge. You're not going to eat it because you can't," Jesse teased him as she sat up.

"Don't eat it."

She brought the cream puff to her mouth and licked the cream out of it with a smile.

Greg raised his eyebrows and asked, "are you making an offer?"

Jesse laughed and pushed him playfully. "Don't be stupid. I didn't even mean it like that. You're retarded."

"You're the one who did it."

"You're so dumb. Hurry up and put the movie on. I'm already late. Rich is going to be so pissed."

"So what? He can wait."

To make a long story semi short, Jesse learned that Greg was just as fun and caring as he was three years ago. Richard let her travel with Greg for a month and if she decided she did not want to be with him, she could come back.

The two of them went excitedly back to Greg's locker room after his victory on the third week. "Dude, that knee face buster was so kick ass! I loved it! You were awesome!" Jesse went on praising him.

"Really? I was that good, huh? How about rewarding me with an answer then?" Greg suggested.

She smiled sweetly and replied, "yeah, I guess you do deserve an answer by now."

"So what is it?" He opened the door to the locker room for her then closed it behind himself.

"Yes. I do want to be with you."

Greg could not hold back his big smile. He approached Jesse and kissed her, hungrily shoving his tongue deep into her throat. When she put her arms over his shoulders, the feeling of her soft breasts against his hardening body forced him to want her even more, though he did not want to make her nervous. He put his hand slowly up her shirt and gently caressed her waist. There was no bad reaction from her so Greg decided it was okay to go further.

He moved her into a corner while lowering his free hand to lift her leg. She wrapped it around his lower back and Greg groped the underside of her thigh until he was squeezing her ass. He slowly pulled away from her warm, wet mouth to admire his hand that was on her waist move up to cup her breasts. "They're so big," he sighed, taking his other hand off her ass so that he could push them together. He pulled her purple pushup down so that her tits bounced freely. Greg got on his knees and she lowered her leg back to the floor. After opening his mouth as big as he could, he sucked on her breast as hard as he could, while his other hand teased her nipple.

Jesse could feel it aching as his tongue teased and sucked it into his mouth. She sighed and closed her eyes because of the throbbing in her pussy. She put her hands into Greg's hair to tug on it gently. A smile spread across her face when she heard the jingling of his belt buckle. "Are you hard?" Jesse whispered.

Greg stood back up and spoke into her ear, "you tell me." He pressed his cock against her opening with her underwear still in place. She gasped as he nuzzled into her neck and rubbed her already throbbing pussy, soaking her panties. Jesse also buried her face in his thick brown hair to completely take in the scent of this fully aroused male's sweat. His hot and bothered smell only made her crave his dick more. She pulled her underwear to the side. Greg pulled both her legs up and, using the wall as leverage, stuffed her dripping pussy with his aching cock. "Ohhh... I needed this tight pussy so bad. Does it hurt?"

"So much," she groaned as he pulled back slowly the stuffed her again.

"That's your fault. You shouldn't be so tight then. Damn, you're so wet. I can slide in with no problem."

"Go deeper. It feels so good." Jesse almost could not believe what she was doing. She was actually having sex with a man who was rich, famous, strong and definitely sexy. Three years ago she might have not thought much of it but she had not seen him on TV then.

He squeezed both of her legs with his big hands as he fucked her faster and she groaned each time he forced her against the wall. Greg started to laugh then he froze when he was deep and exploded in her. The feeling of a man's orgasm was completely new to Jesse because she always made her men wear condoms and her whole body tingled as she tightened on his cock. He came again, even harder then sighed softly. "That was great, Jesse," he said softly, resting his forehead on her shoulder. Jesse took her legs dawn after letting him slide out slowly. "I have an idea. Why don't reward me every time I win my matches?" he suggested.

"What's in it for me?"

"I don't know. Maybe something made of gold with lots of diamonds on it? Come on. What do you say?"

"I say, why not? I guess even superheroes could use a woman's touch, right, Hurricane?"

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