But no, I could have blinked a thousand times and he would still be standing there. Staring across the street at me. I turned from the window to look back at him. He smiled at me and began to cross in the middle of traffic. My heart started beating quickly as he got closer and closer to me. My knees were a little wobbly and I told myself to get a grip. I couldn`t act like a starstruck fool. I wouldn`t! There he was, though, standing right in front of me, smiling down at me with the most arresting blue eyes I had ever seen. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and a pair of vintage low-rise jeans. On anyone else the outfit would have looked mundane, but on him, it was perfect. I could see the curves of his muscles underneath the shirt and imagined myself reaching out and touching them, running my hands over his hard body. Hi, he said to me, holding out his hand as though it were the most natural thing in the world. I`m Brad Pitt. I gave him my best smile and shook his hand. His grip was firm but gentle and his skin was electric to the touch. Lacey, I managed to reply. Lacey Nabors. It`s a pleasure to meet you, Lacey Nabors. Brad`s voice was even sexier in person than it was in the movies. Oh God, I thought. I felt myself starting to swoon again and then realized I was still shaking his hand. Giving myself a mental kick in the ass, I let go of the hand of one of the most beautiful men on the planet. I wasn`t sure what was supposed to happen next. It did occur to me that he had purposefully crossed the busy New York street to come and talk to me. So maybe I didn`t so much have to wonder what was next. It was up to him. I know this might sound a bit forward of me, since we just met (he winked at me after he said this and I almost fainted), but I was wondering if you would like to get a cup of coffee with me. I looked into his eyes as my mind struggled to remember how to speak. Yes! I wanted to tell him. Yes please!! But my mind was shutting down at just the sight of him and I thought if my heart raced any faster I really would faint. I managed enough control over my vocal chords to tell him that yes I would in fact enjoy getting a cup of coffee with him. He grinned like a schoolboy and held out his arm to me. I slid mine through it and we walked down the street to the nearest Starbuck`s. Along the way I had found my self-control again and actually managed decent conversation. He asked me a lot about myself, was I from here, what did I do for a living, did I like living in the city, etc. All the usual get to know somebody kind of questions. I answered as best I could, attempting to describe to him the love affair that I had with New York City. I told him that I had moved here five years ago just after college and that I had never looked back. Saying all of this out loud, to none other than Brad Pitt, I started to wonder if I sounded too sappy. I wondered if my adoration of my town was a bit much. It was, after all, just a place in a world with more places than I would ever see in my lifetime. But he just listened thoughtfully and always proceeded to ask me more questions when I thought I had rambled on long enough. Finally, I stopped and looked at him, REALLY looked at him. His eyes were penetrating and he seemed as though he were trying to search my soul. But for what? What was this man looking for? So, I said. Tell me about you. What brings you to New York? He laughed and went on to tell me about LA where he lived and how much he hated it there. I`m thinking about moving to New York actually. I came this week to look around and see if it would be a good fit. LA is just too much, you know? Everything is plastic, even the people. I want something real, something I can hold on to for the rest of my life. And I thought maybe I`d find it here. My skin was flushed pink as I listened to him talk about his life, the life of a movie star. He wasn`t what I expected. I had watched his movies and seen TV interviews with him a million times, but I had never guessed how lost he was. Now, hearing him talk about needing change, needing something to fulfill his life, he sounded more human. He seemed to me so stranded and alone in his glamorous life. All the money he could spend and any woman on the planet to sleep with and Brad was utterly alone. I had read in the tabloids at the grocery a little bit about his breakup with Jennifer Aniston. They had seemed so happy in all their pictures and interviews. But Hollywood, he told me, is an illusion. The acting doesn`t stop when the director yells cut. The acting never stops. His eyes were sad as he revealed all of this to me. There was a flash of longing in his eyes as I tried to search his soul for some sign that he was acting now. But then he grinned that Brad Pitt grin of his and changed the subject. We talked of art and poetry, theater and travel. We talked about everything that day, sitting in the sun outside of the nearest Starbuck`s. I think I fell in love with him a little bit. I fell in love with the boy inside the man, with the secret layer of real person that hid underneath the clever guise of a movie star. Hours later, we walked the streets of my town, my arm in his and his laughter seeming to echo off of the streets and out into the night. I made him laugh. It was all I could do not to grab him right then and there and kiss him. I had always been told I was funny and witty and cutely sarcastic and all kinds of little phrases to describe what was my quirky sense of humor. But having Brad Pitt get my jokes and actually find them funny was in a sense the ultimate validation. My confidence soared and I felt like I could take on the world. I felt light headed and drunk from our endless chatting. My senses were filled with him, his face, his skin under mine, the smell of him. I will never forget that smell. It was musky and masculine, but never overbearing. It was so subtle I might not have caught it had we not been standing so close to each other. He stopped walking and looked up at the sky. I miss the stars, he confided to me. When I was growing up, there were always stars. I followed his gaze, taking in the night. There were no stars over New York City, at least not that kind. I had never thought about it before, but now I felt cheated. I felt like I should have noticed that and was an unworthy person because I hadn`t. He looked down at me, watching me watch the sky. I kept looking up with the hopes of seeing even just a glimmer of light, a twinkle of something, anything. When I brought myself back down to earth, I was standing in his arms. He felt so strong holding me there in the street. I sensed how small I was and felt suddenly precious. As though I needed this man to hold me, to protect me. As though I would not be complete without his arms exactly as they were now, without him shielding me from the big bad world. My breath caught in my throat as I realized his head was inching closer to mine. He was going to kiss me. And I was going to kiss him back. Brad`s lips met mine and I finally found the stars. His kiss was gentle and soft, but soon became urgent. My eyes were closed as I savored every sensation he had to offer me. I had imagined what those full lips of his felt like so many times. And now I knew. And I knew nothing would ever be the same for me again. He deepened the kiss and pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave into him with reckless abandon. My body responded to his naturally. I felt my knees weaken and the butterflies in my stomach felt like bats. I also felt the hot tingling sensation between my legs and knew I had to have him. He pulled away and looked at me with now stormy blue eyes. There was passion in his face and I knew it was all for me. Brad wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I had never felt so powerful, so beautiful. I was a woman and my body, my whole being, was alive with the knowledge that I was sexy. As he held me in his arms, he brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, tucking it behind my ear. He kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear: Lacey, take me home with you. It came out almost as a plea. He knew I was more than a movie star groupie and could say no to him. His eyes begged me to consider it, pled with me to give him this night together. It never even crossed my mind to say no. I took him by the hand, hailed a cab, and took him home to my apartment. I unlocked the door and pushed it open to allow him inside. Luckily the place was spic and span from the cleaning lady having been there earlier that day. I was proud of my home and how much of me was reflected in it. I did not, however, usually bring men home with me. Maybe I thought that TOO much of me was in that apartment that I felt vulnerable. Either way, Brad did not make me feel vulnerable. He looked around and proceeded to compliment me unabashedly on my humble abode. He was so unpretentious I was caught off guard. He had mansions yet genuinely seemed impressed with what I had done with the small space that I had. Would you like some wine? I asked him as I walked into the kitchen. Um, yeah. That would be great, he replied. I opened the best bottle I had, a fairly expensive Cabernet. I poured the wine and handed him a glass. He thanked me and took a sip, still studying his surroundings. I was unsure of what to do next as we both enjoyed the heavy red wine. I sat down on the couch and invited him to sit next to me, trying very hard to be a good hostess. I poured him another glass when his was empty and then refilled my own. I breathed in the heady aroma before taking my next sip, closing my eyes and letting the flavor roll over my tongue. I opened my eyes to find Brad openly staring at me, an unmistakable look on his face. I had barely set my glass down before he put his hands on my face and pulled me to him in a passionate kiss. We embraced on the soft cushions of the sofa, he leaned over me held up by his arms and I lay underneath him. I returned his ardor with my own intensity, every inch of my body was on fire, clinging to him and wanting him. His lips on mine felt so soft, yet unyielding. It was like a violent storm raging between the two of us, all we had to do was survive it. Brad`s lips moved from my mouth to my throat, his tongue trailing down my sensitive skin. I moaned with pleasure as his hands found their way into my shirt. He fondled my breasts as he ravaged me with his mouth. He squeezed my nipple through the bra and I gasped. Shivers ran through my body while he toyed with me. I was feeling bold and started to pull of his shirt. He moved so that I could tug it over his head. And there he was in front of me, shirtless and exquisite. His body was tan, his muscles hard. I ran my fingernails over his skin and took in as much of him as I could. My nails traced his pecks as lightly as I could, knowingly teasing him, tantalizing him. He groaned out loud before plunging his tongue back in my mouth and kissing me into oblivion. My lips were already splendidly swollen but it only made me want more. He took off my shirt and threw it aside. In a heartbeat my bra was also on the floor and Brad was licking at my breasts, teasing my nipples until they were firm and erect. My back arched and my fingers tangled in his hair as I rode the waves of pleasure he was bringing me. My nails ran up and down his back, caressing and toying with him. His sex was hard and I could feel it as he writhed on top of me. I ran my hand down his front to the buttons on his jeans. I slid my hand into his pants and wrapped my eager fingers around his throbbing shaft. I gingerly stroked him as his mouth continued its lengthy tour of my body. He began to unzip my pants, his tongue trailing down to my abdomen. My breathing was rapid and shallow as my pants came off and he stuck his tongue inside my hot sex. I was more than ready for him. I could feel without touching myself how wet and eager I was. I bucked on the sofa while his face was buried between my legs, his tongue flicking at my clitoris. I was blinded with desire for him, could think of nothing but having him inside of me. I thought I would die if I didn`t have him immediately. I screamed as I came, my hands clawing at him to bring his mouth back to mine. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips. He removed his jeans quickly and without the slightest hesitation, shoved himself full length into my desperate pussy. I cried out as he entered me. My body was racked with the most incredible feelings. I could feel him in my fingers, in my toes, I could feel him everywhere as he thrust in and out. His dick was big and perfect and I wanted more of it. I raised my hips to meet his thrusts, willing him deeper inside of me. The tip of him was bumping against my cervix and as my legs wrapped around his back, I knew I was lost. We were the only people in the world now, both of us locked in time`s oldest dance. My eyes were closed but I could still see him somehow. I could feel him inside of me. I opened my eyes to find him staring at my face, his expression unfathomable. Our eyes locked and we looked fixedly at each other as he moved within me. I was drifting in the blue sea of his eyes, floating along a river of ecstasy. I felt the heat in my belly, I was going to come again. I held Brad tightly to me as I quickened the rhythm of our bodies; I wanted it faster now. I was so close to the edge. He whispered into my ear in a breathy voice, God you are so beautiful. I felt myself explode inside as the orgasm shook my body and I vanished into oblivion. He gave a few more deep thrusts and spilled himself into me. We lay together on the sofa for what seemed like hours, neither of us able to move much. He lightly stroked my hair as he lay beside me. I was afraid to speak, afraid to shatter the illusions we had created together. For the moment, I was alive in a world where there was just this sofa and just the two of us. I knew soon he would have to leave and go back to his Hollywood life and I would go back to my New York state of mind, but not yet. Not yet.