Hola, Bandareñas!

Yup, we're breaking the fundamental rule of the Kiss Page! This started out to be a "two little old ladies with their all-time favorite Banderas characters" story (and we'll get to that one, yet), but as we were talking about what we wanted to write, Banderas himself kept sneaking into the script…so, we decided to let him stay. After a discussion with Nata we decided, because of the incredible creativity of the contributors to this site, and the all-out fun we were having writing this story, to take the First Kisses site in a new direction. And, because we can't think of ourselves as spouse-stealers, well, you get the idea -- we hope you enjoy our ultimate fantasy, and are inspired to write one of your own!

Chris and KC

First Kiss…and More…With Antonio
Or, "Goodnight and Thank You, Pedro"

[KC]

It was a beautiful August day - the sun sparkling on the water – a great time for two old friends and colleagues to take a walk along the tideline. We've been so lucky, Chris and I; who would have dreamed that getting together to talk about Antonio Banderas all those Saturday nights ago would lead to such a terrific professional collaboration. Twelve best-selling books, lectures, our own television show! All that gave me a beautiful house here by the Pacific Ocean, and Chris an equally beautiful home on Cape Hatteras at the Atlantic.

We were having a great time watching everyone walking and jogging along the sand. I kept teasing Chris that she might even see a celebrity; we were in Malibu after all. And she answered that there was only one celebrity she wanted to see! It was odd - since moving here, I had never encountered the one person I most wanted to meet. I knew Antonio lived nearby; he moved here about 3 years ago, but I guess all the events in his life have kept him away from the water. He still looks fabulous, though. And what a career! Up until about 18 months ago, he hadn't acted for years, devoting his energies to directing a string of award-winning films – it was so nice to go to a theatre and see that beautiful face on the screen again. And even nicer to hear that the new film, and his performance, were once again favored to win Academy Awards.
As the two of us were wandering, we began watching a black Portuguese Water Dog romping through the surf, chasing a piece of driftwood and returning it to a man a short distance down the beach. As they drew closer, the dog suddenly abandoned her stick and came trotting over to meet us. Her owner was not pleased; even though she was well behaved, letting us pet her and trying only a couple of doggy kisses, she certainly wasn't listening to him! He kept calling her and moving closer, and it suddenly dawned on me – I KNEW that voice! It was Antonio!

Chris and I stared at him and then at each other in amazement –

"Be cool" she whispered. "This is the opportunity of a lifetime – let's not blow it."

Before I had time to think, he was standing in front of us.

"Ladies, I am so sorry that Pedro is bothering you. She's usually much better behaved."

I honestly didn't think I'd be able to speak for a moment, my heart was pounding – but fortunately, Chris answered first.

"No, please, she's a delightful dog, she's not bothering us, Mr. Banderas. Wait, did you say Pedro?" Chris and I both looked at each other and then at him, and we all began to laugh.

"I'm glad to hear that," he replied. "Many people do not like animals these days, especially large ones…excuse me, have I met the two of you before?"

"No, I don't think so," I said (and I know I would have remembered).

"Oh, but now I recall. I have made your acquaintance, through some books, am I correct?"

"Yes! You mean you have actually read them?" Chris and I laughed again, answering in unison.

"Yes, my wife owned all of your books! She enjoyed them very much." He smiled at the two of us, a little sadly. Uh-oh, I thought, what do we say about Melanie?

"Mr. Banderas, we both have also lost partners, and we understand how difficult it is," Chris murmured. "We were truly sorry…"

"Please, I'm Antonio – and I appreciate the kind words," he interrupted gently. "I've been keeping busy, and it helps."

"Oh, yes, we both loved your new film, as we have every one of them!" I smiled at him and thought, this is a lot easier than I ever imagined it would be. "We've been fans for a long time. As a matter of fact, that's how Chris and I became friends and business partners." It was so easy to fall into a conversation about his films, our culinary adventures, so many different subjects, and we ended up wandering down the beach, Pedro running through the surf and back to us. I happened to glance at my watch, and was shocked to see that several hours had passed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we've taken up so much of your time."

"Not at all, I cannot remember the last time I had so much fun. But why end it? Will you allow me to take the two of you to dinner?"

Chris and I exchanged glances. A plan was forming in both our heads…

"We have a better idea," she smiled. Why don't we show off and cook dinner for you?"

"I would be delighted," he replied, smiling back. "Let me head back to the house and change and I'll meet you shortly – what is the address?"

As Chris and I walked back to my house, I started to laugh. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Of course!" Chris grinned. "It's perfect – the one thing we've been longing for."

"But however will we pull it off?" I was a little dubious about this. Could we do it? Would he be agreeable?

"You bet we can. The only problem is who will be first…I've got it, we'll draw straws as soon as we get home".

Well, I got the losing straw, so to speak. I took a quick shower, found something suitable to wear (what does one wear to a, what would you call this? multiple seduction?) and headed out on a slow drive to the market…

[Chris]

After KC showered, I did the same. I felt like a young girl again. I usually worried about what I would cook when having guests, but this time I barely thought about it. How could I possibly seduce the sexiest man who has ever lived? What should I wear? I slipped on a simple dress and looked at my face in the mirror. Too many lines, I thought and shook my head. My long hair was a mess after the wind on the beach. I struggled with it a few moments, then coiled it and pinned it up. Why couldn't this have happened twenty years ago? Back then, though, there were too many complications. Now we were all free to enjoy anything that came our way. I put on a little make-up, shrugged my shoulders at my reflection and thought, this is it.

KC was just leaving as Antonio arrived. She waved, honked the horn, and shook a finger at me. I knew she was telling me not to wear him out! Not that there was any danger of that. He looked a little older, some gray in his hair, but he still had the same beautiful thick long hair he always had. He had it pulled back, and I couldn't help thinking how much he still looked like El M. He was still trim, well built, and I thought it was unfortunate he didn't have on a pair of form fitting pants instead of the baggy shorts he was wearing. Pedro was with him.

I said, "Hi, please come in. KC had to run to the store for some wine. We didn't have anything appropriate for the meal we've planned. It shouldn't take her too long. She's left me in charge of getting things started, so would you mind keeping me company in the kitchen?"

I was hoping KC got lost on the way to the store. It wasn't that I wanted him all to myself (well, maybe it was that, too), but I just had no idea how I was going to get him to kiss me, much less anything else.

His beautiful eyes lit up. He said, "I would love to join you in the kitchen. And I will be insulted if you don't allow me to help. I hope you don't mind that I brought Pedro. She's young, and she tends to destroy things if she's left alone for long."

Pedro trotted into the house and flopped on the floor. I said, "That's fine. She looks too tired to tear anything up right now."

We both laughed as he followed me into KC's beautiful kitchen. "We thought we would prepare our version of paella. Would that be OK with you?"

He smiled and said, "Wonderful! I haven't had good paella in a long time! Now, what do you want me to do? Oh, I see what I can do. We need to have a glass of wine to drink while we work. Do you mind if I open this?"

"Oh, please do," I replied, thinking KC and I looked a little obvious, her leaving to buy wine, and not hiding a perfectly good bottle sitting on the counter. Oh well, maybe he wasn't paying attention when I had given my excuses for KC's absence.

He poured each of us a glass, and brought mine over to me where I was cutting up some vegetables. I was having a hard time concentrating on not cutting myself as it was, but when his body brushed against mine as he set the glass of wine on the counter, I felt my knees go weak.

"Thanks," I murmured. I could smell the Diavolo he wore. So he did actually wear it! I would recognize that scent anywhere!

He said, "You know, you have beautiful hair. You shouldn't pin it up like that."

He gently slid the clip out of my hair and caressed it as he let it down. His hand brushed against my neck and shoulder as he stroked my hair. And I was worried about seducing him? Now I just had to concentrate on not fainting. I felt him lift my hair to his face, as he pressed a little closer to my body. His other hand remained on my shoulder, and then he reached over and put his hand over mine.

"Drop the knife. I want to look at your face." He turned me around, and took my glasses off. He took my face in his hands, then gently pulled me to him. His lips were as warm and soft as I expected, and as his arms wrapped around my body, I was thinking of all those years I yearned for this, but I could never begin to imagine how it would actually feel. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and gently explored my teeth, and tongue. Then his tongue pushed harder, wrestling with mine. He hands were slipping down my back, then stopped as he grasped my hips and pulled me towards him. Suddenly, his lips pulled away from mine. I opened my eyes, and looked into the brown eyes I had wanted to see for so long.

He stroked my face, and said, "Do you know what I am thinking?"

"I think so," I mumbled, hoping he was thinking, don't stop.

"Do you think KC will be gone for a little longer?" he whispered.

"She better be," I said.

He tossed his head back and laughed. "That answers my other question," he said.

He pulled me to him again, and kissed me hard, while his hands were exploring my body. He turned us around and pushed me toward the table in the middle of the kitchen. He slipped my dress over my head, and lifted me up onto the table. His hands played over me. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and as he slipped it off, I struggled with his shorts. He laughed and said, "don't worry, I'll take care of that."

"Oh, have you done this before?" I replied, breathlessly.

"And you haven't?" he said.

We both giggled. Then he suddenly pulled my body to him and… As he entered me, I shuddered with the pleasure of every erotic daydream I had ever had with him. Every nerve was on fire. As I rose to meet him again and again, I could feel the heat exploding through my body. His skin against mine, his hot breath in my ear…

We collapsed against each other; for me the release of twenty years of desire wrapped up in one exquisite experience. Neither of us spoke for a few minutes. I didn't want him to move. I loved feeling the weight of his body against me. As our breathing calmed, he began kissing me again, gently, around the neck and face. I didn't want this ever to end.

But, he finally whispered, "we better get dressed. KC will be home any minute."

We both laughed, as we tried to straighten up our appearance, and make it look as if nothing had happened. Of course, KC knew what was supposed to happen, but Antonio didn't know it!

Only a few moments later, we heard KC's car drive up. She came in, and asked, "is dinner ready yet?"

"Almost," I replied.

"KC," Antonio said, "can I open the wine and pour you a glass?"

[KC]

Antonio really seemed to enjoy the great dinner, and my "red herring" wine was wonderful. Our easy conversation and teasing continued with some remarks about my spacious kitchen (the kitchen? In my kitchen! Just wait until I got that woman alone)…I could tell that Chris' fondest wish had come true – she was glowing – and I was envious. Would I get my wish?

Chris stood up and said "You two stay here, since KC did the market run, I'll clean up."

My heart was beginning to pound again. I could feel myself blushing - so much for sophistication.

He grinned at me, that glorious, lazy smile. "I'm on to you, you know."

"You are?" I gulped. Well, looked like I wasn't ever going to know what it was like to know Antonio…

"Of course, and I am very flattered."

Breathe, chica, breathe – how many times did we say that in the good old days. "But how, um, what exactly did Chris say to you?"

"Why not much at all – she didn't need to…and neither do you. By the way, that was an excellent bottle of wine out that was on the counter in the kitchen earlier."

Oops! I stared, wide-eyed, as he rose and wandered towards the patio. "Come watch the sunset with me." I slowly got up and followed him, feeling more and more foolish. As we reached the edge of the patio, he turned and raised a hand, touching my face. "You are very lovely."

"No, I'm not," I retorted. "I'm an aging woman, and this was the silliest idea woman my age could possibly have."

"You are wrong – you are lovely, inside and out. And not silly, never. This has been a special day for me, the two of you are special women, and you didn't actually really plan all of this, did you?" Suddenly, all my fears faded away. "Well, yeeeess, actually, we did sort of plan it," I murmured smiling back at him, and turned my head so that my lips grazed the palm of his hand. "Would you believe spontaneous planning?"

Vaguely, I heard Chris call something about taking Pedro for a walk – thank you chica! I could see his eyes sparkling in the fading light.

"Well then, shall we be spontaneous?" Antonio's hand moved to the back of my head, and he bent his to offer a gentle kiss…then a second one, not so gentle. His mouth and tongue were warm, teasing, his hands were wandering over my body – and mine were doing the same to him.

He finally pulled back to look down at me again. I laughed a little. "Unlike some of your leading ladies, I can't do this standing up, but I know a perfect spot." We wandered towards the end of the patio, where an oversized lounge chair was tucked into a sheltered corner. I sank down, and he followed, pushing me back into the cushions. His hands played over me, slowly unbuttoning my sundress, and his lips followed his hands, caressing and nipping at my breasts. Then he slowly moved lower, stroking gently and lifting his head to watch my face.

"You have too many clothes on," I whispered.

"Why, so I do. May I have your assistance in removing them?"

"Of course, señor." What followed was a tender, erotic romp, both of us twisting and turning, touching, kissing, almost falling to the ground. When he finally drove into me, I gasped with delight and thought - finally – after all these years, my favorite fantasy is real. We rocked slowly, then faster, stopping to kiss and play, with those eyes always smiling into mine and that smoky voice whispering n my ear…and then finally climaxing and collapsing in a tangle of arms and legs.

That smile again, those dancing eyes. A slow kiss, a second one. "Chris can only stay out on that beach for so long, and it's getting chilly," I reluctantly agreed, and we gathered our clothes and dressed. As we moved back towards the lights spilling from the house, I could hear Chris and Pedro climbing the stairs from the beach.

Antonio paused just before the top of the stairs. "A memorable day, love. I would like to repeat it."

[Chris]

I invited Pedro into the kitchen with me to keep me company while I cleaned up. I knew I should give KC and Antonio the same privacy she had given me, so I hurried through the work with Pedro's patient brown eyes watching every move I made.

I finally finished and said to her, "OK, all done, do you want to take a walk, sister?" She leaped at the suggestion, and I said, "Let me grab a jacket."

We hadn't finished the bottle of wine Antonio opened with me earlier. I took it out to the patio table, along with two glasses, for KC and Antonio. Pedro bounded through the door ahead of me, and I called out, "I am taking Pedro for a walk."

I got no answer. I smiled, assuming things were going as we had planned.

Pedro and I stepped out on the beach just as the sun was setting. It was a beautiful ending to the most wonderful day of my entire life. Not many people ever get to actually fulfill a lifelong fantasy. Yes, I was only with his dog now, but she was good company. She didn't say much, and she seemed content to walk along with me and listen to me talk.

I grew tired and sat down. Pedro sat down with me. I leaned against her, then stretched out on the sand using her as a pillow. I dozed off, and when I woke up, the moon was up.

I jumped up, and said, "Pedro! We better get back!" I didn't know what time it was, but I knew we had been gone a long time.

We walked back. As we got back to the house, I saw KC and Antonio silhouetted in the lights of house. His arms were around her, and he kissed her as I began to walk up the steps.

Pedro bounded past me and gleefully ran up to Antonio. She ended KC's kiss abruptly. They both laughed and petted her.

Uh-oh, I thought to myself, this was a strange situation. I walked toward them, slowly. Antonio called to me, "Chris, we were starting to worry about you."

I could see in KC's eyes that she hadn't thought that once. She was radiant. Yessss!!!!! I thought. I mumbled something about dozing off, and Antonio smiled as he reached out and grasped our hands. What should have been the ultimate awkward moment became something sweet and funny as the three of us looked at one another, laughing.

"Ladies, the temptation to stay is too great," Antonio murmured, linking arms with us and moving towards the stairs. "Unfortunately, I must leave for Spain first thing in the morning to start preparing for a new project. This has been a most incredible day…"

He kissed us each, gently, and said, "You get together often? Hmmmm. May I keep in touch with you both at this address?"

KC and I nodded. For once, we both were speechless. He said, "Then I will find out when you are together again. Perhaps we can arrange something Good night, again, ladies." He extracted his hands from ours, whistled softly to Pedro, and melted away into the darkness.

KC and I watched as he slowly disappeared from view. I turned away when I could no longer see him. I spotted the wine bottle and two unused glasses on the table. "KC, a glass of wine?" I asked. She turned, and said, "yes." I poured two glasses, raised mine to hers, and said, "here's to wishes coming true."

We toasted, then sank into the chairs by the table. We were silent for a moment. Then we both looked at each other at the same time, and starting laughing hysterically! "Can you believe it!" I said, wiping the tears of laughter from my eyes. She gasped and said, "I don't think I'll ever believe it Wait a minute!!! Do tell me you did NOT do it on my kitchen table?"

"Ummmmmm…" I replied.

She said, "MY TABLE??!! My antique Mission Oak table??!! What were you – never mind, I know what you were thinking. Well, I guess it will just have to be your birthday and Christmas present, because I'll never be able to look at it again without falling apart!"

I shrugged my shoulders, and we laughed again. Then I said, "Do you think we will ever see him again?" KC was thoughtful for a moment. Then she said, "Who knows? Of all the crazy things we've done, I never thought we'd both get our ultimate wishes – together! This could only happen with you…"