by Tia Siren
Several minutes passed, and neither Garrett nor my drinks were at the table. I eventually became suspicious, leaning up from my table to look to the back.
When I spotted him, I realized the reason for his delay. He was talking to a short, cute brunette that looked about Bailey’s age. They were smiling and laughing. I deduced that the woman had to be Wendy, the person he was going on a date with the next day. She was able to make it after all.
I was happy to see Garrett happy, and even happier to see him and her walking my way with the booze, but I couldn’t hide my envy. He was already having fun with a girl he liked, and he got to see her and touch her. All I wanted was to hear Bailey’s voice, even if just over the phone.
The owner of the place walked out onto the stage, picking up the microphone and turning it on. As the room filled with the static buzz emitting from the speakers, Garrett and his new friend found their seats.
“Darren, this is Wendy!” Garrett introduced. “Wendy, this is my best friend, Darren!”
“So, you’re the famous Wendy,” I said shaking her hand.
“Oh, he talks about me, does he?” Wendy said with a raised eyebrow. “Should I be worried?”
“All good things so far,” I remarked.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said the owner softly into the microphone. “Thank y’all for coming out here tonight. We appreciate your patronage.”
The bar erupted in random bursts of applause and hollering.
“Tonight, we have a very special guest performing here on stage,” the owner said with excitement. “She’s from here, and she’s putting us all on the map. She has a song out on the charts right now, and she’s going to go far!”
Slowly, I turned my attention to the stage.
“Folks, put your hands together for Rome’s own Bailey Wright!”
I was the only one in the place not applauding. I couldn’t move. I was stricken.
Sure enough, Bailey came walking out onto the stage, guitar in hand. She didn’t look in my direction at first, but I knew that Garrett picking this place was no accident.
“Good evening,” Bailey said into the microphone. “Hope y’all are doing well tonight.”
There was still some light chatter, but the place had quieted down for Bailey. I was staring at her, unblinking; I didn’t want to lose sight of her for a single moment.
“I wanted to sing up here tonight for a few reasons,” she continued, blinking her gorgeous blue eyes rapidly while my eyes remained locked open.
I shot a look over at Garrett, whose smile was wide enough to crack his face.
“I’ve only been here to the Shoreman once before,” said Bailey to the people. “I came with my parents when I was really little. My parents weren’t exactly musicians, but they did play a little piano and guitar; and they could sing, even though they didn’t think they could. The only time that they ever sang together in public, that I’m aware of, was here on this stage. I honestly don’t remember what they were singing, but it was special to see them performing together and looking so happy.
“I’m happy when I perform. If not happy, I’m content; music has been a constant companion to me. I always had a secret desire to play for my parents up on this stage one day. Sadly, both of my parents have passed away; but, on some level, I’d like to believe that somehow, someway maybe they’ll hear me tonight.
“The song I’m going to sing isn’t one of my own,” she continued. “The song is new, though. It was written for me, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since I heard it. So, I’m going to serenade y’all with it tonight. It’s called ‘Tennessee Sweet.’”
Even as I heard her speaking, it never registered to me as reality. I still couldn’t believe that she was standing before me, in the flesh, in Rome, Georgia.
She looked directly at me, grinning. She melted me into my seat, and I was enraptured.
She played the song in its entirety, including the lengthy instrumental introduction. By the time she was about to finally open her gorgeous lips and sing, I was sitting there like a stunned, dumb fool.
“Honey blowing in the wind, that’s my Tennessee sweet,” she sang. “Longing for the taste, waiting for the heat.”
She continued to sing my lyrics, performing them far more beautifully than I’d performed them in her Memphis studio. Garrett and Wendy kept looking from Bailey to me. I’m not sure how I looked, but if it was reflected in how I felt, I likely looked like a madman deeply in love.
When she finished, I was frozen in my seat. The applause rang in the place, but I was still astounded to see her standing there, let alone singing the song that I made for her. It was a moment that I knew would stay treasured in my memory forever.
Bailey hopped off of the stage, walked over to where I was sitting, and sat down beside me. My mouth was agape, and my eyes were wet even though they’d remained locked open for several minutes.
“Hi,” Bailey said to me.
I wanted to respond, but I was still speechless.
“I’m sorry for putting so much pressure on you,” she said quietly. “I know you love it here, and I do understand why. I’ll always want to be with you, but I’m not going to hold a grudge because you don’t want to move from Rome. This is your home. I want to find a way for us to work out. I don’t care if we have to do it long distance. I’d rather be in an online relationship with you, then no relationship with you at all. I love you, Darren. I always have.”
I grabbed her hand, holding it close to my chest.
“I’m sorry for being so short and mean to you,” I said. “I hate how unfair it’s been for us. I wish it could be easy.”
“I know,” she agreed. “But, sometimes you have to work a little harder when you want something really special. If it’s worth it, why lose it?”
I kissed Bailey’s hand, stroking it with my own. I stared at her beautiful face, hoping that I could burn it into my brain and never forget how she looked in that moment.
“I don’t care what part of the world I call home,” I told her. “As long as you’re in my world, I will find my way home.”
She pulled me in for a kiss, wrapping her arms around my head, running her fingers through my hair. We kissed passionately in our seats, not caring that we had most of the eyes in the place on us, or that much yelling and obnoxious behavior was being aimed at us. All that mattered was us.
“I love you, Bailey Wright,” I said. “Please be my lady.”
Chapter 36
Bailey
“What other new songs do you have that I haven’t heard yet?” I whispered in Darren’s ear just before I began to kiss it.
“To tell you the truth, that was the first song I’ve written in years,” he said, moaning whenever my lips touched his ear the way he liked.
“Your song was so touching and sweet,” I said. “I loved it.”
He began rubbing his hand up and down my leg, getting centimeters away from my eager opening.
My lips quivered on his ear. “I love you, Darren.”
“I love you, Bailey,” he said, moving his lips over to my ear, lightly nibbling and kissing my earlobe. “I’ll never leave you again.”
We were sitting in his car. We were parked in the driveway to his house, unable to restrain ourselves from touching each other on the ride from the bar to his place.
“Let’s go inside, my love,” I moaned as the tip of his tongue ran inside my ear.
“I can’t stop myself from touching you.”
“If you don’t stop, we’re never going to get inside.”
“Then, we’ll just climb in the back, won’t we?”
I looked to the backseat, seeing that there was room. It would’ve been a tight fit, and I didn’t want to be confined at all.
“I want to ride you without hitting my head on the ceiling,” I whispered as I kissed his other ear, shoving my tongue far down into his canal.
His grip on my leg tightened as I licked his ear. I sucked it, breathed into
it. Then, I licked and sucked on his neck, causing him to fasten an ironclad grip on me, enjoying every second of what I was doing. I ran my hands gently over his chest, feeling his impressive muscles as he moaned and growled at me.
“I love you, Bailey.”
“I love you, Darren.”
As soon as I finished saying his name, his hand shot up between my legs, surprising me, drawing out gasps.
“Baby,” I uttered quietly.
“Are you already wet for me?” he asked as he ran his hand up and down the crotch of my pants, focusing intently on what hid inside them.
“Yes.” I giggled. “You get me wet so easily.”
He ran his hand up from between my legs, up past my chest, massaging my breasts on the way up, and rested his fingers briefly on my face.
“Oh, Bailey,” he said in ecstasy. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“How did we survive for these past six years?”
“I survived hoping and believing that one way, one day, we would meet again,” said Darren. “I didn’t know how it would happen, but I had a feeling. We’re too good together to keep apart forever, milady.”
We wrapped each other in an embrace, kissing and holding each other closer than before. I could feel his heartbeat, and it was racing hard. I could have stayed that way with him all night.
“I never want to lose you again,” I told him.
“You won’t,” he promised. “I go where you go, darling one.”
“But, this is your driveway,” I said while he kissed my neck, sending chills all across my body. “You have a house already and a job.”
“But, I don’t have you,” he stated. “Nothing else matters.”
“I know what you mean. None of these past few years have felt ‘real,’ you know?” I babbled like a stooge. “Everything’s better when you’re with me.”
We kept kissing and feeling up each other, relentlessly pawing and kneading at one another, hungry for each other’s flesh, needing each other in every conceivable way.
I was the one that took the initiative. Once I could bear to move one of my hands, I used it to open my car door. I was ready to make love to him.
I leaned against his Focus as I waited for him to exit and get us past his front door. Instead of heading for the front door, he walked over to me, instantly resuming our kissing and massaging. He pressed me up against his car harder, grinding smoothly against my clit through my pants.
“Just take me inside,” I begged.
“You want me inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Say what you want, baby girl,” said Darren.
I looked up at him, innocently and suggestively. “I want you to put your yummy, thick cock into my pussy, sir.”
He continued to grind into me. We both breathed intensely against one another, biting our lips and swaying our hips.
“I’d like a taste first,” he whispered in my ear.
I reached both of my hands down and began to massage and grope his bulge. He slowly succumbed to my touch, slowing down his pelvic dance and allowing us entry into his house. I kept a firm hand on his bulge, ready to insert it into any part of me he so desired.
We burst into the house, and he locked the door behind us. We were both scanning the area, thinking about any of the many places we could have sex. I wanted to engage in so many positions with him.
He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me. I hugged him back, closing my eyes, and thinking about what I wanted him to do to me.
Then, his lips found my neck once again. I ran one of my hands through his hair, anxious to pull it in a burst of passion. His hands traveled lower down my body, wrapping around my backside, pulling me aggressively into him.
He wanted to try as many positions as possible, too. We toasted our good fortune by, first, feasting on each other’s delicate fruit at the same time.
I could taste him from the moment his fat tip went past my lips, gently rubbing against my tongue. He was already secreting his sweet nectar for me before he’d even taken off his pants. Luckily for him, my walls were already wet from his foreplay, so he got an appetizer to help wet his whistle before his main course.
I moaned and salivated down his long shaft, usually whenever his tongue had given my body a particularly abrupt burst of pleasure. I was generally good at suppressing my gag reflex, but in this instance, I was unable to stop myself from choking on his massive member and going wild. He was so good at eating my pussy that I could barely contain myself as I feasted on his cock.
Once I stopped choking as much, I began playing with his full balls. I was surprised that they hadn’t emptied out for me yet. I was also quite perplexed as to how my body hadn’t immediately surrendered to his touch. I’d missed him so.
Suddenly, as if from nowhere, I went from riding the wave to being swept up by its power. With my mouth full of his meaty cock, I cried out, relinquishing my orgasm.
I took him all the way down to the back of my throat as I creamed on his face as he licked up my frosting, I felt a hot burst of magma hit my throat and slide down. I consumed every drop of his magnificent dessert gladly, squeezing out every last drop with my hands.
“Mmm,” he hummed, licking up all of my cum. “Tennessee sweet.”
We hadn’t even made it to the bedroom yet or the kitchen or the shower.
I expected us to make love in the shower. Instead, we remained in sensual territory, allowing for our bodies to get a proper, full build-up.
We bathed each other, rubbing soap and water across each other’s skin, ensuring each inch of our bodies was covered. We, of course, paid attention to certain areas more than others. He enjoyed lathering up my perky nipples. I loved stroking his wet rod under the stream in the shower, feeling him growing harder by the minute.
We washed each other’s hair. It was sweet and romantic at first, but my hair was too tangled to handle any attention he tried to pay to it. After five consecutive times of pulling on long, tangled strands of hair, he gave up on trying to adequately wash my hair, but I was enjoying watching him try.
As I ran my fingers deeper into his scalp, feeling his gorgeous, thick, wet hair in my grasp, he gently, but forcibly, was pushing me against the wall of his shower. His elongated erection was wavering near my vulnerable opening.
I wanted to keep teasing him. I grabbed onto his cock, rubbed it nicely against my clit, then, I winked at him, letting go of him, and stepping away from the wall.
He growled, like an aggravated animal. “What are you doing to me?”
“I want another big, thick load from you, honey,” I told him. “You up for giving me a massive deposit, sexy man?”
“You know I am,” he said, beginning to masturbate slowly.
“Aw,” I whined. “You can’t wait for me?”
“What? You didn’t think I wanted you ten seconds ago?” he asked while stroking for me.
“Don’t spill any of my drink, sir,” I said. “I want to be filled up.”
We exited the shower, forgoing any helpful drying. We dried from our shower with only the heat we were generating together.
His bed was wonderful. I loved how it felt, looked and moved whenever Darren and I were in it at the same time. It’s as if it was made for us.
I also loved looking up at the ceiling when I would ride his cock. When we got into his room, he sat on the edge of the bed, and I sat on his lap, riding his stick hard with my legs wrapped around him. He kept one hand firmly clasped onto my backside at all times. Meanwhile, his free hand would travel from my bouncing chest to the back of my neck.
Although I was the one on top, we were both in control, each contributing to the outcome of this beautiful ride. He would thrust into me as I pushed down against him, causing a steady, sexy balance: We each gave and received bountifully.
As our speed began to slowly diminish, we moved from the edge of the bed to the center, where our union was about to be completed.
He
was on top of me, thrusting nice and deep up into my trembling pussy. His strong arms were tent poles keeping him fastened down onto the bed. I grabbed onto his strong arms, using them as leverage to keep my body steady enough.
“That’s it,” I moaned in desperation. “Oh God, right fucking there, Darren. Right there, keep smashing your gorgeous cock.”
Before I could finish my command, he silenced me with his love. He knocked the breath out of me with his amazing penis. Truly, I couldn’t fathom how it had taken us this long to reunite and reignite our flame.
It was well after midnight, and there was no light in the room. The only light getting in was a small bit of moonlight in the windows. I couldn’t even see Darren.
We’d made love for hours, and we’d had so many orgasms that I had lost track after the fifth one.
I moved my hand slowly over toward his side, trying to touch him without waking him. He started to stir.
“Are you awake?” I whispered.
“Mhmm,” he signaled. “You okay?”
“I’m perfect.”
He repositioned himself, and then I felt his hand grabbing hold of mine. We huddled close.
“I could write a symphony about what we just did,” said Darren.
I giggled. “We’ll call it the ‘Tennessee Suite,’ s-u-i-t-e.”
“Oh, wow,” he chuckled. “Nice. I see what you did there.”
“The song you made for me could be a hit you release on your solo album,” I said. “Or, maybe when we do our duo album, we could both play, and you’d sing. Like ‘Yesterday’ for the Beatles.”
“We’ll figure it out,” he murmured.
“What are you thinking about?”
“I’m replaying everything we just did over and over,” he answered. “You?”
“I’m thinking about places over in Nashville.”
He stirred again. “What?”
“I was thinking of living in Nashville,” I stated. “And, if you were still down, I was hoping you might go with me.”
“We can live anywhere in the world, Bailey.”
