by A. m Madden
Scott finds a corner table facing the stage, and we sit like we own the place. Trini our favorite waitress makes her way over and straddles my lap. She is a pixie of a thing with spiky black hair, a few tattoo’s, piercings that are visible, others that aren’t (which I’ve seen firsthand), and an attractive face.
She once showed me her high school graduation picture, and I couldn’t believe it was the same person. Her natural hair color is light and fair. Her parents weren’t thrilled with her transformation, but it didn’t stop her. This is who she is and you gotta love that. We’ve had a few romps in the sack and she never expects more. She is a free spirit who goes with the flow. My kind of girl.
“Hey guys, I haven’t seen you in like forever. Where have you been?”
“We’ve been a little busy getting ready for the tour Trin.” My hands are on her ass as she continues to straddle me, and the contact with her crotch is really turning me on. I lean in to whisper in her ear, “I definitely have missed you. Are you free tonight?” Nibbling on her earlobe, she responds by rubbing herself against me in a very suggestive manner. It’s such a turn on.
Leaning in she whispers back, “Yes and if you continue doing that you are going to get me fired. I get off at ten. I did the day shift today.”
“I don’t know if I can wait that long.”
She slowly licks my top lip and gets up off my lap leaving me hard as a rock.
Hunter is watching me with amusement. “Does she ever say no to you?”
Smiling I say, “No, and I haven’t said no to her either. It’s mutual you know. We each scratch an itch that needs scratching.”
Shaking his head he simply says, “Sometimes I hate you.”
Sputtering out my beer from laughing out loud, Hunter picks up a coaster and flings it at my head.
Over the course of the night, several girls make their way to our table. Quite a few pass me their phone numbers. Once they walk away I pass their numbers over to Hunter.
After the fourth time he wads it up and throws it at me. “Fuck off. I don’t need your leftovers.”
Attempting to stand, I wobble over to Hunter and pat him on the back. “Just tryin’ to help a friend in need, and you my friend need to get laid.”
“Fuck you.”
“No thanks. You’re not my type.” I lean over to give Hunter a nice wet kiss on the cheek and he turns to take a swing at me. Laughing my ass off, I stumble backwards to avoid his fist. I am thoroughly buzzed and goad him even further without remorse. “You sure are pissy.”
Trini appears just in time. “Trin get him out of here before I kill him.”
Trini grabs my hand and says, “Ok, let’s go Romeo.”
Hunter and Scott are staying. Trey disappeared an hour ago.
I turn toward the guys and slur, “See ya’ mañana.”
“Don’t be late Jack. I mean it.”
What the hell? Who died and left him boss?
With a wide smile I blow him a kiss and watch him flip me the bird. Trini pulls me out of the bar. On our way out, we get a few looks from some of the girls who passed me their numbers. It’s funny seeing their reaction to Trini. I love that she couldn’t give a shit.
She has a studio apartment across town. The minute we jump in a cab, we are all over each other. She immediately has me worked up into a frenzy. I barely remember throwing money at the cabbie or climbing the three flights of stairs to her apartment. By the time we reach her door, she’s already torn my shirt off and is working on my belt.
We walk and make out and walk our way to her bed. She pushes me hard so that I land on her bed on my back and I laugh out loud from the way my aroused body bounces. I’m definitely drunk, but hopefully not enough that it will hamper my performance tonight.
Trini immediately strips for me and my laughter quickly fades. She has a very hot little body. She’s not well endowed, but her proportions are perfect. If at all possible, my excitement grows seeing her in a sexy red bra and stringy thing.
“Were you expecting me tonight?” My eyes devour her from head to toe.
“A girl can dream. I definitely missed you and I’ve had a crappy week.” She straddles my hips and begins sucking on my lips. Make-outs aren’t my thing, yet making out with Trini is always hot and steamy. We are completely breathless by the time she pulls away. She pulls my pants off and trails her fingertip down my length, causing my cock to twitch beneath her touch.
“Commando?” she asks with a smirk.
“A guy can dream.”
Trini straddles my waist and slowly rubs against me causing me to lose all conscious thoughts.
“Oh god…”
Pulling her pierced nipple in between my lips elicits her own moans. The more I suck, the more she rubs.
“Trin, you’re torturing me.”
Smiling deviously, she quickly kisses my lips and turns her body so she is now straddling my chest, but facing the other way. Trini loves having oral sex almost more than regular sex. It’s her thing.
This is gonna be fun.
Trini bends her body until her ass is in my face. Tracing her tattoo on her lower back with my tongue, she responds by wrapping her lips around my cock.
“Oh fuck…” I am wound so tight, and I am so ready, it’s going to take every conscious thought and effort not to explode too quickly.
Trying to focus on Trini, I move the red strap of her thingy over to slip a finger inside simultaneously pulling her between my lips. She moans so deeply that I can feel the vibrations through her mouth around my erection. She enthusiastically does her part as I try to do mine.
Until a quick flash of Leila’s face halts my efforts.
Fuck…not again.
Because of the lack of oxygen to my brain and the visual in my head, it’s almost impossible for me to concentrate on pleasuring Trini. Her mouth, all the beer I consumed, the fact she worked me up to frenzy before we even hit her bed, Leila’s face in my thoughts, all of it culminates and I release with a very violent orgasm all too soon.
Throwing my head back, I grunt, “Oh, fuck.”
She doesn’t stop until the last shudder leaves my body. I can feel her smile against me, as I lay lifeless and try to regain my senses.
Trini attempts to turn around, but I grip her hips immobilizing her so I can finish what I started. This prompts her to continue her oral skills on me in a leisurely manner, bringing the blood flow right back to my flaccid dick.
Wanting to return the favor, I keep my eyes open, not wanting to picture anyone but Trini at the moment. She deserves an orgasm. More importantly she deserves my focus.
I tug her other piercing between my lips as she gasps around my cock. Soon after my lips, mouth, tongue and fingers bring her to the brink, her legs start to shake from her own orgasm that rolls on and on.
Collapsing on me, Trini pants trying to catch her breath. Neither of us moves for the longest time. Guiltily, I welcome the interruption so I can process what the hell is going on inside my demented head. I suddenly feel exhausted.
Trini slowly turns and stretches leisurely on top of my body, pulling me from my thoughts. “MMMMmmm…that felt so good.”
Having a hard time keeping my eyes open, I think I nod, but I can’t be too sure. Trini kisses me erotically to capture my attention. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She moves to her nightstand to retrieve a condom and rolls it on while I’m still fighting sleep. Since my cock has a mind of his own, her hands on me stirs him up even though I’m still extremely dazed and confused.
“I hope I can do this.” I mumble and she giggles.
With her panties still on, she straddles me and says, “I have faith in you, Jack.”
She’s good. It’s a short while later when she has me wide-awake and on the brink again. I grab her hips and flip her onto her back. She arches and I thrust hard and fast and Trini keeps pace. It’s quick and effective. She climaxes first I follow soon after.
As we are lying on our backs and pa
nting side-by-side, she purrs, “So good, Jack.”
I nod and focus on a spot on her ceiling. Suddenly I want to leave. It’s not Trini. It’s me. I’m coming off my buzz and I’m really, really tired and really confused.
“Do you want a beer?”
“Do you have a coke? I’d rather that.” I remove my condom and drop it gently to the floor.
“You got it.” She hops off the bed, picks up the condom and disappears into her kitchen.
“Trin, I would have thrown that out.”
“No worries.” She calls out.
My mind starts to wander to Leila again as I’m lying here waiting for my coke. I wonder what she is doing right now. Is she kinky? Is she strictly missionary? Why am I thinking of Leila again, anyway?
Trini returns and hands me my coke as I continue to stare into space. “Hey, where did you go off to?”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer. “Just a lot on mind, sorry.” She turns on her side and examines my face.
“Spill it Lair. I’ve known you for a long time. The Jack I know would be taking me from behind right now and not lying here thinking.”
I turn on my side to face her.
How do I explain something, when I don’t even know what’s happening myself? How do I explain I keep thinking about a girl who I barely know, and I have no idea why I keep thinking about her? How do I explain to Trini that I’ve pictured Leila’s face now during sex with two different women, including with her?
I know I can tell Trini because this is just the kind of relationship we have. There have been many times after we screwed each other’s brains out, that she would unleash her latest guy problems on me. She has been pining over this asshole at the bar for months and the idiot isn’t biting. I told her he was probably gay.
But what the hell am I admitting to? Damn it…I have no idea what this is.
“Well?”
Maybe voicing my bewildered thoughts will help me understand them better?
Taking a deep breath, I lie on my back and stare up at the spot on the ceiling again. “We wanted to hire a new back-up singer. The girl we decided on is fantastic. She is so fucking talented. She is reviewing the contract as we speak, and we hope to God she accepts our offer. Her name is Leila and she is beautiful.” I turn on my side again and look into my friend’s eyes. There is no judgment there, just concern.
“Trin, I can’t stop thinking about her. I barely know her, but there is something about her. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me.”
She continues to look at me. “Does she know how you feel?”
I scoff, “Feel? We hardly know each other. There’s no feel? I just keep thinking about her.”
“You’re attracted to her…so?”
I push my hand through my hair. I’ve been attracted to women before, and have never spent even thirty seconds thinking about them. It’s not just an attraction with Leila. I really don’t know what it is.
“So? So we have to work together.”
“If she gets you all hot and bothered, come see me. I’ll help you.” She deadpans and I smile weakly.
“Nothing? Huh, now I’m worried.” Settling in the nook of my arm she adds, “Stop stressing. Once you get to know her you may hate her.”
Sighing I nod, not feeling all that confident in Trini’s words of wisdom to me. Truth is, the more I get to know her, the more I want her.
Chapter 5- Leila
The same contract that gave me complete joy yesterday is now causing me to sweat under my boobs. There is a section that details the possibility of having companions in our bunks. They can travel with the band as long as the rest of the members are okay with it. So I get to say yay or nay to Trey’s indiscretions? Yeah, I don’t think so. I’d rather walk on hot coals.
On the flip side, they would have the same rights over me. I’m sure that will not be a problem, as I don’t sleep around or plan to. But what if I meet “the one”? What if he is head over heels in love with me and can’t be apart from me for even one minute? Those guys get to toss him off the bus if they want to? That might suck.
My phone rings as I’m sitting here staring at the stack of papers as if they would explain themselves to me and jolts me back to my apartment. My heart starts pounding like a drum from the ringtone that is playing loud and clear. When I saved Jack’s phone number into my phone, I assigned a song called Tie Me Down. It’s a very sexually explicit song. I thought it was apropos and the perfect choice. I can NEVER have him hear it or know about it!
Carefully monitoring my breathing, I answer, “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Jack. How are you?” His tone is too cheerful.
“Hi Jack. I’m great. A bit overwhelmed, but great. What’s up?”
“Just checking in to make sure you don’t have any questions.” He did tell me to call him if I had questions or concerns. The fact that he is calling me first tells me that he’s thinking about me. This pathetically puts a firm smile on my face.
“Well I have tons of questions, but none that you can really answer.” I laugh to show him I am kidding, sort of. How can I tell him that I’m concerned with where I’ll be storing my tampons?
“Are you sure? I am more than happy to help.”
Oh boy…he has no idea how much I would like him to help.
“Well I am putting together a list for my lawyer. Once I review with him, I’ll call you with any other questions he can’t answer. Is that ok?”
“Sure Leila, that’s fine. Whatever you need. But I just wanted to let you know I meant it when I said I’m here for you if you have any concerns and or questions. This can be a bit daunting, but I want to remind you how talented you are. This is going to be great, for all of us.” He pauses and I’m too moved to respond.
He chuckles at my silence, and says, “Well, have a great day. I hope to hear from you soon.”
I finally respond lamely, “Ok, thanks. Bye, Jack.” He promptly hangs up and it takes me a few minutes to wake up from my daydream.
As a distraction, I decide to call my dad to discuss what time we were meeting for dinner tomorrow. I was going to bring the contract with me, but decided against it. I don’t want to freak him out unnecessarily, and I know he will be tormented from just hearing the details. By the time we meet, I would have seen the lawyer and maybe I would have some intelligible information I could relay to dad. Not sure it matters, short of telling him I’ve changed my mind, there really is nothing I could say to alleviate his stress.
I already made an appointment with an attorney that Evan’s mom, Barb, recommended. I immediately called her when I realized I needed one. We are set to sit down tomorrow morning at his offices in Fort Lee. His name is Mr. Morrow, and Barb said he is a good lawyer and would help me with anything I needed. He asked if could have the contract picked up today, so he would be able to review it before our meeting.
Barb is a very sweet, kind person. I have never met Evan’s dad, Doug. He took off when Evan was a baby, and never speaks to him. Barb raised Evan alone and still lives in the house where he grew up, one block away from my dad.
There was a time a few years ago I thought of my dad and Barb together. She is attractive enough, in a motherly kind of way. She is neither skinny nor overweight. Her strawberry blond hair is cut into a stylish bob, and she has very nice blue eyes. They crinkle in the corners when she smiles and light up her whole face.
Dad and Barb have been friends for a long time, both having grown up in Cliffside. He doesn’t elaborate on details of their friendship. I don’t have any memories of Barb or Doug being friends with my parents. Dad did say Barb and mom were friends, but they were not BFF’s. I thought that was strange. With Barb being such a warm friendly person, I would’ve assumed that she and my mom got along perfectly. Apparently Dad didn’t care for Doug at all, and had no desires to socialize with him.
I asked my dad why I didn’t know Evan earlier than when I met him in school. It seems that the lives of our parents w
ere somewhat intermingled. Dad explained that he and mom avoided them at all costs when Doug was in the picture.
He was not a nice man. He was not abusive towards Barb or Evan in any way. He was simply indifferent.
Evan became very ill when he was a baby. Mom being a nurse helped Barb through the entire ordeal. Barb and Doug only married because of her pregnancy with Evan. Their marriage had been strained prior to his illness. During it, Doug was very unsupportive. Thankfully Evan’s infection was treatable. His recovery put an even bigger burden on the marriage. It wasn’t long after that when Doug took off.
Barb kept her distance once he left. Mom and Dad would check in with her to make sure she and Evan were ok. Evan and I rarely talk about his dad. He doesn’t want to waste brain cells on him.
We became friends after mom died and my dad started socializing with Barb on occasion. They never did anything even remotely romantic. It was only a lunch at the diner, a trip to the mall, a Yankee game every so often.
It seems too perfect, though. Here are two old friends, who are both single, living a block away from each other, and their kids are best friends. Maybe Dad just doesn’t find Barb sexually attractive? I understand you can’t force an attraction, and I don’t feel that way towards Evan either, but neither of them has made any efforts to meet someone else.
I’ve since stopped obsessing over it. Evan would laugh at my matchmaking schemes. Some of them were doozies! I would confess to him how perfect it would be for all of us to live together, as one big happy family. He, being a typical guy, had no desire to “set his mom up” with my dad or any guy. I felt differently and I’ve told him so, over and over. I also mentioned he was selfish and he said I was a hopeless romantic…men!
Once I finally get my act together, I start a list of questions and concerns to bring to the lawyer. It wasn’t a very long list, since I have no clue what I am doing. I am depending on Mr. Morrow to help in this area.
