I put my hair up in a loose bun and curled the long pieces that hung down around my face. I put on my make-up a little darker than usual so that I didn’t look completely washed out on stage, then I put on the dress I’d bought for the show. It was a dark blue, 50’s style swing dress with a flared skirt that was held out by a stiff petticoat. The songs we were singing were all from the 50’s, so the instructor asked that we all get something blue that came from that era. The university wasn’t rich enough to spring for costumes…unless it was for football.
Susie and I found the dress at a vintage store downtown. I loved it and she said it was a good color on me. I wore a pair of flat sandals with it. I had a fear of tripping in heels on stage almost as ingrained in me as my fear of singing in front of a live audience was.
I took one last look before I left and, finally satisfied, I headed for the chorus hall. We did our warm-ups in the back room and finally took our places on-stage. When the curtain went up, I could see my parents front and center. My mother waved; I smiled. We were gearing up to start when I saw Tristan walk in. I was utterly shocked. I couldn’t believe he came. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. He’d heard me sing before, so I wasn’t so much nervous about that. I think I was more nervous about the fact that I was more and more confused about what we were to each other.
When I got my cue, I told myself to forget he was out there and just sing. I sang, but there was no forgetting him. He sat right up front next to my mother. It was a sight that a week ago I would have sworn I’d never see. After we finished each song I saw him clap and at the end of the show when the rest of the audience got to their feet, he did too.
There was a little reception afterwards; of course, I found my parents at the buffet table. My mother brought roses for me. They were beautiful. I hugged her and that’s when I saw Tristan. I was stunned, thinking that he would have left as soon as the show was over. My parents finished fixing their plates and I was suddenly overcome with a desire to touch and be touched by Tristan.
Bolder than I had ever known myself to be, I went over to him and said, “Thanks for coming.”
He grinned and said, “You’re not pissed?”
I smiled back. “We’re you trying to piss me off?”
He shrugged and surprised me by saying, “You did good. You look good too.”
I wanted him right then, right there and I blurted it out, “There’s a nice little couch in the dressing room in back. My parents eat slowly. How’d you like to see how good I look without this dress on?”
His grin turned lecherous and he said, “Lead the way.”
I led him to the back discreetly. When we got to the room before I’d even got the door closed all the way, he was on me. It had been a while; we were both horny as hell. This had to be quick, so we weren’t wasting any time. He had his back to the door, so I reached behind him and pushed it all the way closed and turned the lock. When I straightened back up he took me around the waist and pulled me into him. His lips came down to meet mine and I felt his hot, now familiar tongue snake into my mouth and search mine out. While we kissed, he walked us backwards towards the leather couch. We more tumbled than sat down on it and as soon as I was down on my back, Tristan pulled up my skirt and slid his fingers into the side of my panties.
“Fuck, Elly! You’re so wet!”
“I’m a little bit excited,” I said, breathlessly.
His fingers felt so good as they delved in and out of my soaking wet pussy while his other hand roamed across the rest of my body.
After a few minutes I pushed him back a little and stood up. He looked surprised until I leaned my back against the wall and stripped off my dress. Then I kicked off my shoes. He had a lustful grin on his face when I reached back and unhooked my bra. He stood up and I could see how excited he was. When he got close enough, he put his hands against the wall on either side of me and kissed me again, harder this time. While we kissed, I unzipped his pants and pushed them down over his hips. He wiggled his legs, brushing his still trapped cock against my belly as he did and sending shivers down my spine. He finally kicked off his jeans and then broke the kiss long enough to peel off his shirt.
I reached up and raked my fingernails across his chest. He growled and pulled me up against him tight so that my breasts and hard nipples were smashed against his chest. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. His hands were on my ass and I felt his lips slip from mine, down across my jaw, landing on my neck. He sucked the skin there into his mouth and I knew from the amount of suction that he was going to leave a bruise. I didn’t care; it felt so erotic to have him squeezing my ass cheeks while he sucked on my neck.
He moved his hands to the top of my panties and, as he slid them down, his mouth slid along my body. He latched onto one of my nipples on his way, sucking it into his mouth and causing me to whimper. Then I felt his tongue trace a line down my abdomen as he slid the panties over my calves. When he got them to my ankles, my wet pussy was right at face level. He stopped and sucked my clit into his mouth the same way he’d taken my nipple. I thought I was going to die right fucking then and there. I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
He tortured me for a few seconds like that and then he stood back up, slipping his boxers off as he did. His cock sprang to attention and he took it in one of his hands and with the other he pushed and lifted me up a few inches. Then he finally plunged inside of me. I was so wet and ready that there was no resistance. He slipped all the way into me in one fluid motion. Then he wrapped both arms around me and I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.
When he hit bottom I moaned and Tristan said, “Fuck!” Probably too loudly, but at that point, I didn’t care.
He was moving his hips and moving mine up and down with his strong arms as he did. I had my mouth on his shoulder, sucking and biting at the flesh there and I could feel his jaw clenched tightly against my face.
His breaths got more ragged with each forceful thrust and I suddenly felt the top half of me be propelled backwards so my head was against the wall and my back was arched. He dipped his head down and sucked and licked and nibbled on one of my nipples as I prayed for the strength to stay silent. I wanted to fucking scream it felt so good.
I was writhing against him and whimpering as he moved, slowly but forcefully, against me. He was moving his hips so that each time he buried himself inside of me, my clit would rub up against his pelvis and make me shudder. I was bucking against his thrusts, and when he brought his face back up I crushed my lips back against his and locked us into a long, hot, wet kiss.
“Oh god, Tristan!” I breathed out against his mouth.
“You like it, Elly? Tell me what you like, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“I want it all! Harder, Tristan, fuck me hard. I want you deep inside of me. Oh god! Oh fuck!”
“I won’t last long if we go fast,” he said, breathlessly.
I giggled and said, “Perfect, we don’t have long. Fuck me, Tristan, hard.”
He obliged. Our bodies rocked together, him slamming against me and me against the wall. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me and just before I came, I threw my head forward again and bit down on his shoulder.
He was fucking me so hard that if the wall hadn’t been behind me, I would have flown across the room. My nails were digging into his back as he said, “Fuck! I’m cumming, Elly!”
I grunted out, “Me too.”
I felt his muscles all go tense as he gave one last hard thrust and then I felt my own orgasm tearing through me. I moaned. I’d lost all control, all sense of whether someone would hear or not.
“Yeah, baby,” he said with his lips pressed against my neck, “That’s it, cum with me.”
That caused another full body shiver as our juices both rushed out and mingled together all across his cock. I could feel the excess running out as he continued to hold me, pressed against the wall. My body was shaking all over and he waited for it to subside and for my brea
thing to become less ragged before turning me around and sitting me down on the sofa.
He dropped down next to me and said, “Jesus fuck!”
“You said it,” I told him. There were just no other words. “We should get back out there,” I told him.
He nodded, and while we both got dressed, neither of us spoke. Once we were put back together, we went out and found my mother and father now at the dessert table.
“There you are,” my mom said. “Did you try the cheesecake? It was so good; I’m going back for another piece.”
Tristan was holding back a grin as I said, “I had a piece, it was incredible.”
My parents were leaving in the morning. They said goodnight to Tristan before he left and as they were saying goodbye to me, my mother said,
“I sure do like that boy. He’s got eyes for you, Elly.”
“We’re just friends, Mom.” My mind flashed to the hot sex we’d just had.
“I can see how he looks at you. You should give it a chance.” She was sincere.
I smiled. “Bye, Mom. I love you.”
She smiled and patted my face with her hand. “I love you, too,” she said.
Chapter Nine
Tristan
It was round ten; just me and Ethan were left. I was sitting up on stage listening to him sing Truly, Madly, Deeply by Savage Garden. He was doing a damned good job of it, too. He had upped the tempo of the chorus and given it a whole new sound. Bastard! I was a nervous wreck before he sang; afterwards, I was so nervous that I was afraid my voice would shake when I opened my mouth to sing.
I was trying to think of something else, anything else. My mind went back to Elly and me having sex in the dressing room after her concert. That was fun. She was most definitely the hottest piece of ass that I’d ever had. I counted myself lucky that she remembered me from that stupid boy band and sought me out that night. Doubly lucky, I guess, because she’d talked me into getting sober. Then there was giving me a place to stay. Shit, I was going to have to think about something else; it was sounding too much like a relationship.
I thought about what I was going to do with a million bucks. The first thing would obviously be to get a place to stay. I had no idea where I was going from there, so I wasn’t going to buy a house or anything permanent like that. The thought of being tied to anything made me feel like I couldn’t breathe. I would rent an apartment. A much nicer one than the piece of shit I’d gotten evicted from, maybe one by the beach. I loved the beach; it’s the one place that I felt at peace when everything else around me went to shit. Yeah, that’s what I’d do; I’d rent a place over on Venice Beach…or maybe Huntington.
Maybe I’d get a car, too, after we got back off out tour. I was looking forward to that—getting the hell out of that fucking city. They call it the city of angels. Sometimes I wondered if that really means the city of the angel of death. It would suck the life right out of you if you let it.
I realized I got caught up in my thoughts and Ethan had stopped singing. Everyone was clapping and cheering. They loved him. Shit. I didn’t want him to suck, but I was hoping he wouldn’t do quite so well. I wanted to leave there and be able to tell myself it was in the bag. After his performance, I was going to have to sweat it out until Thursday, no matter how well I did.
The judges all loved him, too. I listened as they told him so and when they talked about how close the contest was going to be. They said it was anyone’s contest. My stomach twisted up tighter than it already was. Ethan smiled at me as he took his seat and I honestly tried to smile back, but it probably came out looking like a grimace. I stepped up to the microphone and willed the butterflies in my stomach to go away. I felt light-headed and in a moment of doubt I wasn’t sure if I would be able to do it. I actually thought about conceding defeat right there.
I closed my eyes for just a second, to get my bearings, and then I looked out at the audience and I saw Elly’s face. She looked like she had confidence in me. She saw me looking out at her and she smiled. I pictured what she looked like when we had sex. Her hair would be in her face, all wet from sweat and sticking to her forehead and her cheeks would be all flushed—she was so sexy. I had to stop there or I’d have a hard-on in front of millions of people. That made me laugh in my head and I suddenly felt better…calmer.
I was doing a country song. It was by Brad Paisley and called Don’t take the Girl. The pianist had tried to talk me out of it. That day when we practiced he said, “It’s a really popular song, Tristan. If you change it up too much people might not like it.”
“Then fuck ‘em,” I said.
The drummer laughed and the pianist said, “That attitude won’t get you any votes.”
I shrugged again and said, “This isn’t an attitude contest. If it were I wouldn’t have even entered it. It’s a talent contest and I know this song is good the way I put it together.” The pianist still looked skeptical, but he didn’t argue further. We did a practice run and I could feel how good it sounded when it was coming out.
When I finished it the pianist said, “I think I was wrong,” with a smile.
“I think you were too,” the drummer said.
I thought about that as I stood up at the mic and suddenly the nerves returned. I knew it was good, but the real question I guess was whether or not everyone else would like it and vote for me. I tried to stuff that down and just sing. I had so much nervous energy built up and I was never sure if the nervous energy would help or hinder my performance.
When I opened my mouth, it all fell away and I just got into the song. When I finished, the whole theatre, including the judges, was up—standing ovation all around. Suddenly Ethan was the one that looked nervous.
Diva was crying. She did that a lot, but this time she had real tears. “You just won my heart,” she said.
The country star was grinning and he said, “Amazing.”
The record producer just gave me thumbs up and a smile, but that was a lot coming from him. I could see Elly on her feet. She was putting her fingers in the sides of her mouth and whistling. It was cute. I walked out of the theatre that night feeling like that million dollars was already in my pocket.
Chapter Ten
Elly
Once again, Tristan was incredible. I left the theatre knowing that unless American’s were absolutely out of their freaking minds, he had this contest in the bag. We’d gone home together and both of us were too wound up to sleep. He seemed really nervous still. He’d made a few little suggestions that we have wild sex on my bed. He said it would get rid of his nervous energy. But Susie was home in her room with a friend. They were studying and I would just be too self-conscious doing it right in the room next door. Our walls were pretty thin. Susie’s friend already looked Tristan up and down when Susie introduced them like he looked good enough to eat. I didn’t want to encourage her any further.
So, we were sitting on my couch watching television. There was a re-cap of the show on the ten o’clock news and the news anchor was gushing about Tristan and how good he was. She looked like maybe his singing wasn’t all that she was interested in—she had the same look on her face that Susie’s friend had. I wondered what it felt like to have people you didn’t even know adore you like that. Tristan hardly seemed fazed by it at all. He must have gotten used to it when he was a kid and had all of the little teenyboppers throwing themselves at him.
He did seem a little uptight and antsy though. He wasn’t much of a talker, so I didn’t even ask him what was going on in his head. I was sure that it had to be an incredible amount of pressure to sit and wait and wonder if he was going to win. I don’t think that I would handle it very well.
“Let’s go for a ride,” he said out of the blue.
“A ride? On the bike?”
“No, on my horse,” he said with a smirk.
I raised my eyebrows. “Don’t be an ass.”
“Come on, let’s go for a ride…please.”
I looked out the window. “It’s kind
of late.”
“Will you turn into a pumpkin at midnight?”
“No…”
“Come on. My nerves are killing me and I’m not going to be able to sleep. A ride will calm me down; it always does, especially if I go down to the beach.” He was at least admitting that he was nervous. That was new.
“You don’t really need me for that,” I said. The truth was riding on the back of his bike scared the shit out of me. He drove like a bat out of hell and I didn’t want to die splattered across the pavement.
“No, I don’t need you, but I’d like you to go.”
I gave a heavy sigh. “Ugh! I like it better when you’re a sarcastic ass. It’s easier to say no.”
He grinned and said, “We could fuck instead. I’m sure that would work too. I really, really want to do you on that big, frilly bed.”
I rolled my eyes. He never gave up. “Fine, we’ll go for a ride on the bike. But you have to promise not to drive like a maniac. It scares the shit out of me.”
He laughed and said, “That’s why you don’t want to go? My driving scares you?”
“Yeah, it does. The last time I rode with you I thought I was going to die. I came right back here and put my affairs in order in case there was a next time.”
“I was high the last time you rode with me. I barely remember it.”
“Gee, thanks, I feel so much better,” I told him.
“You lived, I’m sober now; I’ll drive like your fucking grandmother. Come on, let’s go. I really need to get out of here. We’ll go down to Venice Beach.”
I rolled my eyes again then went and put on my jacket and shoes. My grandmother was dead, but I’d be willing to bet he wasn’t going to be driving like her, sober or not. I tapped on Susie’s door and said, “We’re going out for a bit.”
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