“Andy do you sing?” I asked softly.
“Do I sing?” he asked looking down at me.
“Sing me something.” I said sleepily. “Sing me anything.
His voice was low and soft and comforting. I don’t know how I knew he could sing…I just knew.
“This quiet still, this lullaby
She wants, but she’s afraid to get by
Those laughing eyes, that teasing smile
A mask she wears so she can hide
Her diamond tears
Her ruby cry
Silent all though the night”
A tear fall down my cheek as I listened to his sad mellow voice. I’d never heard this song before, but it was beautiful.
“This fallen angel,
With a broken wing,
A passing reflection of my dream,
Her fingerprints, upon my soul
Reminds me of so much more”
Andy looked down to see that she had fallen asleep. He carefully reached up and brushed the tears off her cheek with his thumb. Moving slowly so as not to wake her, he held her against him as he laid down on his truck. She shifted and rested her head on his chest and held him tight. Andy pulled the covers up over them and stared up at the star lit night. “I like to look up at the stars and believe, there’s someone up there, who created something so beautiful.” She had said softy. “And then I think if he can make something this beautiful, than no matter how fucked up my life is…it has the potential to be beautiful too.”
*****
Sleeping in the back of the truck probably wasn’t the brightest idea, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. It was worth the aching back, if only to hear him sing that song again. But he acted like he didn’t know what I was talking about. And for the life of me, I couldn’t remember one word. He said I dreamed it…but I knew…I knew he’d sung to me and it was beautiful.
He went back home in the morning to shower and get ready. Before he left I grabbed him quickly and told him he could spend the night again. He smiled and said he’d be back. And be back he was. He brought his duffel bag saying we only had 2days left and we had to make the most of it. I jumped on him almost knocking him over from the excitement. Today the band had rehearsal and he had to be there so I tagged along.
I will just let you guys know that band rehearsals are extremely fun. There is so much commotion going back and forth, I wondered how they got stuff together for shows. Their shows were flawless, but their rehearsals were a hot mess. I thoroughly amused myself as I witnessed each and everybody’s character. This band was more than some rising indie band. They had genuine talent and they did everything themselves. Brad with all his bubbly loud personality was actually the quietest at rehearsal. When he played, it’s like he zoned out everything else, and when he played he played from his heart. I was intrigued as I watched. Watching him like this you wouldn’t even think he was younger than his band mates. Seth on the other hand talked a lot during rehearsals. It didn’t take me long to realize that he was the diva of the group and I loved it. I found out that it was him and Andy putting the music together. So when anybody hit the wrong note or played the wrong key, he threw a hissy fit. That’s when I realized Seth was more talented than I or probably anybody else would imagine. He would grab the microphone and show Christina how she was supposed to sing, his vocal range was on par with her. Or he would take the bass and play the right note for Jared. Then he would take the guitar and play his round. What happened is, he would play the guitar and have it recorded, so he could play the piano on shows. I was blown away. When I asked why they didn’t just get another band mate. Christina, Jared and Brad looked at Seth accusingly. Seth said he hadn’t found anybody good enough yet, or if they were good enough they didn’t want to join the band, then he made it a point to look squarely at Andy.
I too looked at Andy but he quickly shook his head. He told me later that he too had his limits. There’s but so much of them that he could handle. Seth would probably drink himself to death with his million and one attempts, Brad’s ever happy personality would irritate life out of him, Jared was perfect and that made him feel like shit, and he had enough Christina in his life to last him a couple lifetimes without having to sing depressing ass songs with her. I had to laugh at that one. After grabbing a very late dinner, I’m talking so late, one of the only things open was IHOP. We crashed into bed.
“Oh man, being in the band is exhausting.” I said.
Andy chuckled as he kissed the back of my neck. I smiled as I turned in my bed to face him. I reached up and held his head as he climbed on top of me. I lifted my head and met his lips halfway. Even if that’s all we were doing tonight, his kisses were so worth it.
******
The next day was a rainy day so he decided to help me pack. Yes I had postponed my packing, till the last minute. I don’t know why because it always takes me forever…actually that’s probably why.
Andy held up one of my lacy black thongs and examined it.
“Andy!” I said laughing as I snatched it from him. “You can’t do that to every single underwear you touch, that would take forever.” I said folding it and putting it away in the zipper section.
I went back to folding my shirt when Andy held up lacy pink boy shorts.
“Andy…” I said threateningly.
“I’m putting it away, I’m putting it away.” He said.
I watched as he took his time folding it like I’d shown him. I laughed when I say he was messing it up just so he could keep touching it. I snatched it from him.
“Do you want to change stations?” I asked as I folded the underwear and put it in its place.
“Come on I’m a guy.” Andy said. “You can’t expect me to fold your underwear without me thinking all types of….” His voice trailed as he held up plain white cotton bikini string underwear. The simple cotton bikini underwear were my personal favorite. They were the most comfortable and made me feel like I was in a fruit of the looms commercial. He looked at me and looked back at the underwear.” Can I keep this one?” he asked.
“What?” I said laughing. “Do you like to dress up in girl’s underwear?” I joked.
“I’ve had dreams about this one.” He said.
I looked at him confused. Andy was getting weirder and weirder.
“This is the same kind of underwear you were wearing the night when we first…”
I tried to snatch it from him but he pulled back. “Andy you still have my other underwear.” I said remembering. I never put it back on when I left. I couldn’t find it.
“Oh the white one with the red tugboat?” he asked innocently.
“Andy that’s sick.” I gasped as I lunged at him.
Andy laughed as he held me. “Susie found it under the couch before I did and threw it away…said it was unsanitary to have underwear laying around the living room.”
My hands came over my mouth. Oh his sister definitely thought I was a whore now.
“I told her you dropped it.” He murmured. I had to laugh at that because as soon as he’d touched me, my panties did drop.
I kissed him longingly as I ran my hand down his body. Andy held my waist as he kissed me. His hands making small closed circles under my shirt. My handed landed on his thigh as I rubbed his erection through it.
“Oh you poor baby.” I said against his lips. “How long has this been here?” I asked.
“A very long time.” He said, his hands moving down my hips and over my butt. He kissed me again as he squeezed my butt.
“Are you up for a break?” I asked pushing him down to the floor.
“I’m up alright.” He said grabbing my thighs and bringing me down to kiss him.
I never told him, but I noticed. He kissed me differently these past couple weeks. I didn’t know how to explain it, it was unnerving me. It’s like he went out of his way to take his time with whatever we did. He never rushed anymore. His tongue would explore my mouth like it was the last thing it would do.
His caresses on my body would linger, leaving behind it longing and confusion. His soft breathing against me would send my body into a nervous meltdown comparable to any mini orgasm. Oh and orgasm he could sure hand them out let me tell you a thing or two about this kid’s hands. For somebody who I thought only wrote a lot, his fingers were rougher then I’d imagined and rough was good… especially on his index, middle and ring finger if you get my drift. I’m just a freaking horn ball lately, I mean he’s staying over but we’re not fucking…I need him to go home so I can get some.
******
“So are you going to try to figure more about your dad while you’re there?” Andy asked out of the blue as he picked up his sushi with his chopstick.
I held my sushi in midair, I mean I was about to eat it, and then here he comes again with this whole daddy thing. I took my time as I chewed slowly. Andy didn’t eat his sushi as he stared at me.
“I’ll see what I can do.” I said brushing off his comment as I picked up another sushi roll.
“Are you just saying that?” he asked looking at his sushi over again.
“Andy you’re acting like I’ve never tried to find my dad before. It’s a lost cause. My mom definitely won’t give me information and there’s nowhere to look. “I said. I stuffed the sushi in my mouth.
“Try harder.” Andy insisted.
I let out a big sigh. The only reason I was entertaining this idea was because he thought it would miraculously bring some light into my world. I knew it wasn’t true. I tried, I spent 22 fucking years trying to find the guy. So did he think that since he said we should find him that he would all of a sudden pop out of nowhere? My mom wasn’t giving up shit. Trust, I knew…and matter of fact, I was tired of asking, I was, I was drained.
“Where there’s a will there’s a way.” Andy said twirling his sushi on one chopstick.
“Look master of clichés, are you going to eat that?” I asked. We’d ate the rest of our chicken teriyaki that we got from Osaka, the Japanese place down the street. I ordered sushi and Andy said he didn’t want any. But he never tried it. I was going to make him try it for the first time today and he was stalling.
“Eat. Now.” I said pointing my chopstick at him.
Andy looked it over. “It’s raw.”
“It’s good.” I added.
“The only thing I eat raw is vegetable, fruit and…” Andy’s voice trailed off as he looked over at me. I watched as his gaze drifted down my body. My mouth dropped open as he lingered at the junction of my thighs.
“Andy!” I said laughing in amusement. I really had to watch out for this one. He apparently had a couple tricks up his sleeves. Remind me to take him up on that offer one day, I had yet to feel his mouth where I wanted it most.
Andy’s blue eyes lit up as he put the sushi down. “I could prove it…but….” He ran his tongue over his lip ring. “There’s a no sex policy going around here…”
I leaned back. “Well…” I said sweetly. “You can just decide to leave and we can quickly fix the problem.”
“You can stop being scared.” He challenged.
I arched my eyebrow at him. “Scared of what?” I asked.
Andy looked me over. “You tell me.” He said holding my gaze.
I looked away. “Eat your sushi!” I threatened as I picked up the second to last sushi left.
*******
Andy put his head back as his hand grabbed the arm of the chair. I smiled as I slid my kisses further down his stomach. His hard breathing was my fuel as I licked, and sucked and bit. He was very lean, so it was kind of a given that he would have some sort of abs, but his v-cut and his happy trail disappearing into his jeans were driving me nuts. I nipped at it playfully and I was rewarded with a groan.
“Okay that’s it.” Andy said lifting my head. His hand was so hot, I knew exactly what it meant, and that’s what I was going for.
“That’s it?” I asked innocently. I looked down at his jean, his bulge was ever so inviting. I reached for the stop watch hanging on the arm of the couch. “55 seconds.” I said. “Lasted longer than last time.” I grinned. I was still the champion.
“Shit it felt like 4 hours.” Andy said. He sat up on the couch and lifted me up. I laughed as he laid me down on the couch. He unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped it.
“Uh-uh.” I said shaking my head.
“I’ll start from the button.” He said mischievously.
I narrowed my eyes at him. He grinned as I lifted my butt a little and let him pull off my jeans. We were bored and made a game out of my irrational no sex rule I had going on. I’d asked him earlier if he thought it was irrational. He said yeah, plain and simple but he kind of understood it. I told him I would have sex with him, if he just got up after and slept in a different room, he didn’t even have to leave...just sleep in a different bed. He said no, just like that. No hesitation whatsoever. What was he trying to prove? I didn’t know, but I didn’t care because we found a way to amuse ourselves. Who could last longer without making noise? Yes, I the noisemaker here has won all 4 rounds. It’s funny because I don’t think he’s aware of that sexy noise he makes in the back of his throat before he moans or groans. That noise alone was making me wet.
“Oh so you want to switch it up huh?” I asked, looking up at him in just my bra and underwear.
“You’re going down this round.” Andy said sitting up and kissing my knee.
I laughed as he nodded at me to start the watch. I pressed the button and laid my head back and closed my eyes. I felt Andy’s cold lip ring on the inside of my thigh. I concentrated on it and smiled as his hands ran up and down my legs. I held my breath a little as Andy barely touched my thighs with his lips. His warm breath was what was really sending my nerves spiraling. I could feel goose bumps over my whole body as he came closer and closer to my center. I took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. I got this…I just have to beat 55 seconds. A kiss on my hip. It’s okay, nothing more. A kiss on the other side. Okay he wants to even it out. He lifted his head and I felt the tip of his tongue inside my belly button. I shook my head and covered my mouth as my breathing seemed to escape me. Tonguing my belly button, number three turn on. Andy chuckled.
“Give me 5 more seconds.” He said cockily.
I rolled my eyes under my shut eyelids. Cocky little bastard. I thought. I just have to---- “Are you kidding me?” I exclaimed, my heart pounding. I felt moisture in run down my lower lips. He’d just bitten the skin where my thigh and hip met. “That’s cheating.” I said opening my eyes. That most overlooked spot was my number 1 sensitive spot.
Andy grinned and grabbed the watch. “I’m sorry what this is...33 seconds?” he asked. “The lowest one yet?”
“You cheated.” I pouted. My hand drifted down to where he’d just been. I rubbed the spot. I was very aware of the fact that Andy’s eyes followed my hand and didn’t look away. “That was the spot Andy.” I whispered softly. I saw Andy’s mouth open and close, slowly as he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple taking a rather long time to travel back up. I slowly moved my hand over my underwear and applied pressure as I slid it down slowly and closed my eyes. “Andy.” I moaned.
“Now that’s cheating.” Andy said in a low uneven voice.
I giggled and sat up. I grabbed the watch from him. “I don’t even have to look at this thing to know you barely lasted 15 seconds.” I teased.
“That was cheating.” Andy said again. He hadn’t moved from his spot.
I laughed as I squished his cheeks. “All’s fair in love and war.” I joked. I kissed his nose teasingly.
Andy eyes slowly drifted down my body. He didn’t say anything as he slowly pushed me back down. I could tell in his dilated pupils his mind was obviously elsewhere. I smiled invitingly because I had a pretty good idea his mind had relocated to that bulge straining against his leg.
He hovered over me breathing hard. I slid my hand up his neck and over and let it drop to my side. Acting like the little vixen I thought I bel
ieved myself to be, I brought my hands up and cupped my breasts. As predicted his eyes followed. I smiled as I ran them over my chest, and slowly down my stomach. To tease him a little I ran my hands up my thighs and slowly moved to the inside of my thighs and ran it down slowly. I was actually arousing myself much more than I intended as I pictured his hands doing this as I stared at him. I covered my mound and took a deep breath and let it out as my hands moved back up. I ran my finger over the top hem of my underwear. I bit my lip and Andy’s eyes traveled upwards as he stared at my mouth. I closed my eyes and slid my hand inside my underwear slowly. You know how you’re pleasuring yourself and you close your eyes and pretend that it’s that sexy ass boy with the gorgeous blue eyes that you can’t stop thinking about. You pretend that it’s his fingers sliding through your wetness. And in some cases you pretend that it’s his tongue, and then you get that ball in the back of your throat so you can’t breathe right. So you have to end up practically panting as you rub your clit repeatedly.
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