by Etan, Cher
"I can see the wheels turning from here. What's going on in there?" Ava tapped her forefinger on Tristan's forehead. When Tristan grabbed her hand and kissed it he felt Ava relax a little.
"I'm just thinking about what happens Monday. I know I'm not the only one that feels this thing, whatever it is between us. I’m not a free man Ava. I have commitments that I have to honor and I’m not in a place to get into a new relationship right now. I really like you, a lot and I think you deserve someone who…" He was cut of by two delicate hands on either side of his face pulling him in for a kiss that made his body shiver.
When Ava's soft lips left his he tried to follow but those hands held him still. "All I'm asking for is what you promised me. This weekend. Let's enjoy this and take what we can have. I’m an itinerant traveler right now going from gig to gig. It's not like I’m looking for a relationship either. I'll take what you'll give me now. I'll be yours until Monday morning remember? Give me the best weekend I've ever had." Tristan could see Ava studying his face in the moonlight that snuck through the trees. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, licking his way in and absorbing every moan and whimper. When he finally pulled away they were both breathing heavily.
"C'mon it's getting cold; let’s get inside." Ava raised her eyebrows and Tristan laughed as he began to lead the way again.
They walked between the trees for a while before finally reaching the clearing that had been turned into makeshift parking. They passed new shiny cars and lifted trucks, walking in silence as they swung their hands between them. Ava felt a smile blooming on her face and tried to make it go away, but it just kept coming back. They arrived at the trailer and Tristan swiped his key card to let them in. He hit a few buttons inside the door that locked the door behind them, and opened the skylight above. He dimmed the lighting and switched on some mood music.
"Whoa." Ava said impressed in spite of herself.
"You like?"
"Love. Shall we sit or..." Ava was getting nervous now. She’d never done this before and she wondered if she should let Tristan know that it was her first time or just let him find out.
“A drink I think. I promised you rum and coke,” he said and Ava was relieved. Alcohol would definitely smooth out her rough edges. She took the glass Tristan handed her gratefully and drank it down almost in one go. She put her glass down to behold him watching her with raised eyebrows. She shrugged.
“I was thirsty?” she said with a sheepish grin.
“More?” he asked his own hand shaking slightly. Seeing that steadied her. Tristan was nervous too.
“Sure,” she replied.
*****
Ava approached him and pressed herself along Tristan’s front. "So now what big boy?" she asked, extremely loosened up by all the drinking.
"You are so fucking hot baby girl." Ava shivered at the gravel in Tristan's voice when he used the new nickname. "You like it when I call you that huh?"
Ava shrugged, "I don’t hate it."
"Good, let's keep it that way." He dipped his head and ran his lips along Ava's neck slipping his tongue out occasionally to taste Ava's intoxicating skin. When Ava slid her hands under Tristan's shirt he yelped at the coldness on the small of his back.
"You cold baby girl?" It really hit Tristan that while he was wearing two layers and could feel the cold that was typical in the woods at night, even at the end of summer, Ava was only wearing a thin button up. "Let’s get you under the covers, maybe make out a little bit; should warm you right up.”
Ava smiled. “You take such good care o’ me,” she said as she followed him to the bedroom. Tristan smirked as he ushered her into bed. She hesitated a moment, wondering if she should take her clothes off but then just fell onto the Denver mattress and burrowed under the duvet. Tristan collected their drinks and put them on the night stand and then followed her into the bed.
“Wanna watch some TV for a bit?” he asked. Ava gave him a sidelong glance.
“Nope,” she said.
Ava took a gulp of her drink, grimacing at the way it burned down her throat. Tristan laughed at her grimace."Hey slow down princess or you’ll pass out and where’s the fun in that?"
Ava flipped him off. He took the glass from Ava's hand and tilted it to his own lips letting the amber liquid slide past his lips. He lowered the glass and wrapped his hand around the back of Ava's neck pulling her in for a kiss. On Tristan’s tongue the liquor had a slight taste of honey. Ava sucked on it enjoying the taste and the sensation.
Tristan pulled back and lifted the glass to Ava's lips allowing only a little rum in and returned the favor. "You taste so fucking sweet." He said when they came up for air.
"Mm so do you," Ava buried her face in Tristan’s neck. She parted her lips and began licking and sucking, relishing the sounds escaping from Tristan’s mouth. She was suddenly lifted onto Tristan’s lap and only had a second to arrange herself comfortably before her head was tugged down and her mouth was occupied again. When Tristan’s hands slid up under her shirt she felt the warmth being chased by a slight chill since his hands were cold from being outside. Ava pulled back and took the glass of rum and swallowed some but kept a little in her mouth. She tipped her head and Tristan got the point because he opened his mouth and let Ava feed him the rum. The little that slid down his chin was quickly licked up.
Ava could feel the bulge in Tristan’s pants incredibly swelling and she began to move her hips slowly, grinding down, balancing herself by placing her hands on Tristan’s broad shoulders.
Tristan slipped his hands inside the waistband of Ava's jeans but stopped at the dip just before her ass. He watched Ava's face with his lip caught between his teeth as if asking for permission. When Ava nodded and dipped her head to kiss him again Tristan slid his hands in further grabbing a firm globe in each hand. He sat up and moved Ava forward locking her front against his so she could feel the strength of his erection. Ava’s heart sped up partly in arousal and partly in fear. She ground down though, pressing down on him through her jeans.
All the while their lips were tangling together, tongues tasting, teeth biting. Ava took hold of Tristan’s bottom lip and dragged it into her mouth, sucking frantically even as she ground into him and he into her.
Ava pulled back abruptly, "Tristan, please." She looked into Tristan’s eyes with a desperate hunger that Tristan could not deny.
"Take off your jeans," Tristan said in a very hoarse voice.
Ava hastened to comply and Tristan used the time to whip his off as well. He reached out, unable to wait and pulled Ava’s shirt off too. He sat back and just stared at her for a minute taking in her pert breasts, standing up to attention like mangoes. Her smooth café au lait complexion, unblemished and seemingly begging for his touch. He ran his hands down from her shoulders to her tiny waist.
“You are so hot,” he croaked. “I don’t know if I can go slow.”
Ava took a deep breath and bit the bullet.
"Could you try though? I’ve never done this before." Tristan gave her a look of shock. "I know it sounds…crazy but I guess I just never-"
Tristan leaned forward and kissed her. The urgency in her voice was enough to get Tristan moving. He shifted and maneuvered Ava so that her back was against the headboard. He kissed and licked along Ava's neck and down the column of her spine. He licked his way down to the cleft between her ass, his tongue seeking out that sensitive nub of skin. Ava was making the strangest noises, yelping and startling at the feel of him so intimately placed within her.
“Relax and enjoy it Ava,” Tristan took the time to say before the soft wetness of his tongue was again snaking between her legs, probing her entrance and licking its way inside. Ava was stiff with shock and assailed with sensation. She didn’t know what to do with herself. A feeling of warmth was spreading from her center outward to every fiber of her being. She began to moan helplessly, feeling her body jerk as something took over her. Her muscles tightened and then loosened, releasing a feeling of so
ft warmth through her body, making her weak and pliant but also desperate and yearning at the same time.
“Tristan,” she cried.
"You ready baby?" Ava nodded and Tristan moved in between her legs and pushed them back against Ava's chest so he could slide into Ava.
He lined himself up and allowed himself to sink into the tight, wet, heat. They simultaneously let out a relieved sigh and Tristan leaned forward and kissed Ava like his life depended on it. "You feel so good baby girl. I wanna stay inside of you for ever."
Ava moaned and writhed. "God Tristan, you feel amazing!”
Tristan began to slowly move in and out, the slick helping him glide smoothly. He knew when he hit that sweet spot because Ava cried out. If it was her first time, he wanted her to have fond memories of it; very fond. He forgot all about himself as he strove to make it good for her.
Ava placed her hands on Tristan’s shoulders and began meeting him thrust for thrust. Tristan watched her face express all of the pleasure she was feeling and he couldn't have been happier that he was the one who'd put it there.
"Tristan! Oh my God what’s happening...." Ava's slick walls began to pulse and tighten around Tristan making him cry out as well.
"Ahh Ava!" He began thrusting harder and felt Ava's arc into the air as liquid poured out of her.
"S-sorry!"
"Fuck Ava that is so hot don't be sorry." He bottomed out, his balls slapping against Ava's skin and felt his own orgasm rip through him. His penis swelled instantly and he exploded into his condom.
The selfish part of him wished he wasn't wearing one. He wanted nothing between he and Ava. He wanted to see her swollen with his baby. Tristan shook the insane thought out of his head and gathered a post orgasm pliant Ava to him. He kissed her face and ran his fingers through Ava's hair. It proved to be a first time not only for Ava but for Tristan to be so blown away by this.
Tristan was showing Ava more affection than she had ever known. She could feel his penis inside of her and all she wanted to do was keep it in as long as possible. She didn't want to have to let Tristan go. She felt the kisses that were placed all over her face and she never wanted to move away. They laid in bed and held each other. When Tristan began to feel that the condom would come off inside of her if he stayed there any longer, he slipped out, wrapped it up and threw it out. They stayed tangled in each other until Ava began to drift off.
Chapter 3
Ava woke up disoriented again, not sure where she was. There was a heavy weight plastered against her side, snoring slightly. She’d slept with someone…it all came flooding back in a sea of disbelief and adrenaline. She moved slowly to get out from under Tristan and crept to the bathroom. There was a floor length mirror in there and she closed the door behind her and examined herself critically. She looked more or less the same. Average boobs, substantial booty, small waist in between. Something that looked like bite marks on her neck and an unfamiliar soreness between her legs. Her fingers came up to touch the marks.
“Damn, he gave me hickeys,” she whispered to herself. She’d never had hickeys before. They stung. She didn’t know if the throbbing she felt between her legs was normal or not; and heaven knew there was no one to ask…except maybe Google. She turned away from herself and stepped into the shower, putting it to as hot as it would go and letting the stress of the situation wash off her. She was no longer a virgin. She’d had sex now. It was disconcerting in that she hadn’t planned this; it wasn’t a scheduled event. The thought of pregnancy flitted through her mind briefly before she remembered that he’d worn a condom. She’d seen him remove it and throw it away so that was alright. What else?
The knocking on the bathroom door startled her badly.
“Hey Ava, mind if I join you?” Tristan’s rusty voice growled through the door. Is that how he sounded straight from sleep? It was sexy as fuck…not that Ava was noticing or anything.
“I’m shy,” she called through the door huddling deeper into the shower to make her point.
Tristan laughed, “There is nothing I haven’t already seen.”
“Yeah well…” was Ava’s less than satisfactory reply. Tristan laughed.
“Okay then, I guess I’ll go get the coffee started. Hurry up though,” he called.
“Yes sir massa,” Ava mumbled to herself, piqued for some reason at him telling her what to do. Still she tried to finish up quickly, wrapped herself in the terrycloth robe emblazoned with his initials and left the bathroom. She smelt the coffee at once and changed direction from the bedroom to the kitchen.
“What’s cookin?” she asked peering into the bowl Tristan was stirring.
“Pancakes,” he said turning to hand the bowl to her.
“Finish up here while I grab a shower?” he said and disappeared into the bathroom before she had a chance to reply.
“Yeah. Sure,” she told the thin air.
*****
“Do you have to work today?” Tristan asked as they ate.
“Yeah. Duh,” Ava replied with a smile. “Why what did you have in mind?”
“Nothin really. Hanging out,” he said.
“You could come help me if you want,” Ava suggested not really being serious.
“Yeah? I’d like that,” Tristan replied much to her surprise.
“Seriously?” she asked her nose wrinkling.
“Yeah seriously. Who wouldn’t want to work behind the scenes for a rock band?”
Ava shrugged, “Nobody apparently. Okay then, I don’t think I can get you on the payroll but a little extra help is always welcome.”
“Wonderful,” Tristan said jumping up from his seat. “Is there a dress code? Black jeans? Guns n’ Roses t-shirt?” he asked excitedly. Ava laughed.
“Yeah, that’s the uniform. Wear that,” she said wryly as she got up as well.
“Great. Wonderful. Let’s do this,” he replied rubbing his hands together with glee. Ava just shook her head and rolled her eyes. Who knew rich folk had the same dreams as the rest of them?
*****
“So you've made it in becoming a roadie -- you're on the road with a touring band or show. You have your job and specialty -- be it lights, sound, security, et cetera -- but you may be surprised to learn there's more to the job than that,” Lionel Manners was giving Tristan the tour, orienting him for the day. Lionel was a stickler for details and he intended Tristan to remember all of them. Even though he was just ‘helping out’ Lionel still treated him like a full time employee. Tristan followed meekly eyes darting occasionally to Ava in wry amusement as Lionel gave him the tour.
“Roadies typically have many other duties aside from the one in which they focus. One of the prime roadie duties is being a member of a team and doing whatever it takes to make the show successful. This can mean pitching in for other areas that might be struggling. It also means keeping a sense of humor in the face of crisis. You'll also need to polish those communication and people skills, as the hard work and long road can fray nerves and exhaust your reserves.” Tristan nodded his understanding as Lionel told him this. He had a wealth of experience in communication and people skills. It was part of his job as head of communications at the Reinchenbach Group. This was child’s play in comparison.
“As a member of the crew, you'll be representing the artists and production company for whom you work. This means you'll be an ambassador, with your attitude and professionalism scrutinized by both the public and the other business interests with whom you interact,” Lionel continued. Tristan felt like he was about to embark on his day job all over again.
“Often times, roadies are the mediators between the artists and others, such as the venue owners and operators. It's the roadie's job to balance the needs and artistic vision of his employer with that of the public and venue. While the artists, for example, might want a 30-foot column of flame to launch during a certain song, the roadie must work with the venue to ensure the safety and feasibility of such an effect. It may fall to the roadie to explain why som
e things cannot be done.”
“Great,” Tristan murmured wondering why Lionel was going on and on about this. It wasn’t like Tristan was going to be negotiating with anyone about anything. He wondered though, how Lionel would feel about a change in career. They could use a guy like him in HR.
“Learning how to become a roadie, in short, can't always be taught in a classroom. Becoming a roadie and executing the duties of a roadie come with experience and maturity. Roadies have to keep their wits about them so others can have a good time.” Lionel finished with flourish and Tristan inclined his head at him in thanks as they came to the end of orientation.
“I appreciate you taking the time to explain things to me,” he said.
“You’re welcome. Now get to work. Ava will show you where to begin,” Lionel said clutching his clipboard to him and marching off. Tristan watched him go, shaking his head slightly impressed. He really needed to get Lionel’s details.
“You ready?” Ava asked coming up so quietly he didn’t hear her and slipping her hand into his arm.
“Yeah I’m ready.” He said going off with her as she showed him how to connect equipment for today’s show. They would be able to watch from back stage and then Ava said there was a wrap up party for crew. Since he was officially crew if only for the day, that meant him too. But first they had to make sure everything was hunky dory for the show and then afterwards, take it all down. It was the last day of the festival; tomorrow the equipment was needed elsewhere and the venue was to be cleared. It was a lot of hard work but Tristan found that he was enjoying himself. It was just what he needed to take his mind off of his troubles.
*****
The wrap up party ran late and by the end of it, Tristan was majorly drunk and Ava had to help him to his trailer.
“I’ll make coffee,” she said.
“Okay cool. I’ll just sit here and wait for it,” Tristan replied flopping onto the couch. He grabbed the remote and switched on the TV, watching a soap opera about a girl lost in the woods who lost her memory and is unable to find her way back home. It was confusing. Tristan couldn’t really figure out what was happening. Luckily Ava soon came by with the coffee, helping him sit up so he could drink and ask her questions she couldn’t possibly have the answers to.
