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She's a rock star, he's not. That doesn't stop them from making beautiful music...
The lights, the crowds, the shows---the success that comes with topping the rock charts seems bright and glittering. For Ami, lead singer of the mega-hot band Haunted, it's anything but. She's tired of being "on" every waking second. There's never any time to breathe, and the pressure is driving her toward becoming a dangerous cliché---the drunken musician.
Desperate to regain control of her life, she runs, looking for space. For peace. For herself. What she finds is Edward.
Having a famous rock star staying in his home, Edward is enchanted and stunned. How could a woman like her be drawn to his simple, down-to-earth lifestyle? There's only one thing he can offer her: a willingness to help with no strings attached.
Slowly, in Edward's arms, Ami gets back in touch with the woman she remembers. The one who loves music. Laughter. The touch of a lover's hands on her body.
But the real world won't let her hide forever. The consequences could cost her her hard-won peace ... and her muse.
Warning: Contains scenes of unrestrained passion and frenzied lovemaking. Please consult your physician before reading if you suffer from bladder weakness, since the humor may result in an unfortunate accident.
Ami and her band, Haunted, stood center stage. The drummer flipped his drumsticks to the rabid fans, and the guitarist flung out some picks. With a final bow they were done---this was the final stop on the tour. When Ami turned to leave the stage, something flew up and hit her in the forehead, knocking her back in a daze. She shook her head to clear it and noticed a Frisbee on the floor by her feet. Kicking it, she staggered off the stage with a ringing headache and a desperate need for a drink.
The rest of the band pushed people aside so Ami could get into the backstage dressing room. She slammed the door and stumbled to the chair. Sitting in the cramped space Ami caught her breath feeling a trickle of blood falling from her brow to her lip.
Haunted was at the top of the charts. Being the lead singer in a rock band, especially a female lead singer, meant the paparazzi parked outside your home and everywhere you went. That meant nonstop rumors, continuous nasty things said if she went out with a man. Any first date was followed with questions about her getting married or having a baby if she gained any weight. If she ate her favorite dish of jelly and sardines it was seen as her being hypnotized by alien beings.
Hell, she couldn't even buy a vibrator to scratch her little itch.
The two-hour gig complete with two encores was draining, but she still did her best for the crowds and her fans that had been there from the start. This final show was being filmed for a live CD and DVD to be released later in the year called Haunted Alive.
For one brief moment she was at peace. No screaming, no crowds---nothing but her and the quiet.
Bang, bang, bang.
There goes her momentary sanctuary.
"Come on, Ami, we've got a radio spot to get to after the show. Hurry the fuck up in there!" Her manager banged again and yelled through the door, "Come on, baby, we have places to go, things to do." The dressing room door swung open and like a gust of wind in walked a well-dressed extremely hyped-up man.
"Martin, not now."
As the band's manager, Martin took pride and credit for much of the success. He also made it his personal goal to make Ami the center of attention. This included making sure she was always in the news, good or bad, at any cost. "Ami, we talked about this. You have commercials to do and the photo spread in that men's magazine."
"I told you, I'm not posing nude for some dumb publicity stunt."
"Don't worry. Just show a little skin. Look, this is a done deal. You sing. I'll do the rest. Did you look over those other songs I sent?"
Ami took a drink from her glass and squinted. Her headache was getting worse. "Yeah, those aren't for us, Martin. We write all our own songs. You know how the guys and I work, we've been writing together for eight years. We will cover a few tunes every now and then, but---"
"You people work too slow. Just listen to them again. I'll tell the guys what to record. I know music. This is no time to be a diva, Ami. This is the time to strike. Just do what I say, and I'll make you rich. Now quit fucking around. We have things to do, people to see. Oh shit, there's a cut on your forehead. Put some cover-up on it and clean yourself up."
Fuck you. I already am rich, asshole.
With a loud slam the door closed, and Ami flinched from the noise and fell back into her chair.
"Son of a bitch, I'm bleeding." She wiped her forehead, smearing the blood. She stared into the mirror she used to put her makeup on before the show. It revealed more than just her reflection.
Dark eyes, heavy from lack of sleep and restless nights, looked back at her. Her hair was a matted array of extensions and hairspray. Her skin was pale and marked with the fake body art that fit the image everyone expected. She twisted the top off the whiskey bottle on her dressing room vanity and it ricocheted across the floor. Without thinking, she took a long gulping drink from the fifth of alcohol then wiped the remaining drops from her lips, smearing her red lipstick across her cheek. Her twenty-eight-year-old rock and roll life was a fucking movie-of-the-week mess.
All the pressure, all the commitments others made of her time---it was all building up to the breaking point. The music fans were her lifeline and she loved the guys in the band, but they all had lives of their own. Being the front person meant she had to carry the weight. A young woman in the spotlight had different pressures.
Ami had to get away. She looked into the mirror again, seeing black mascara running down from the corners of her eyes like blood. She was twenty-eight and emotionally felt like she was fifty-nine. The essence of her existence had become blurred by greed, other people's illusions and lost dreams. She didn't like who she saw anymore.
She was completely exhausted, both mentally and physically. Another long drink followed and some of the whiskey dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her head weary, her body numb, she took in a deep breath and slumped into her chair. She was becoming what she swore to herself she wouldn't---a drunk musician.
It was time to change her life.
Stumbling out of the small dressing room, she looked around, seeing people scattering in different directions like roaches. She reached back inside, grabbed her black purse, then headed in the opposite direction.
Ami saw shadows in the hallway coming toward her. In no mood to chat, she saw a door and opened it to hide inside, grateful for the quiet.
She leaned against the door to listen for the people to pass. Closing her eyes she calmed down and the alcohol soothed her throbbing headache.
"Oh yeah, baby, oh yes." A man's voice echoed behind her.
A light gasp and moan whispered through the air.
"Oh shit, oh shit, your ass is so..."
The voice trailed off, and Ami turned around to see a bleach blonde mop of hair dangling over a large speaker and the sweating face of one of her roadies in sexual bliss.
She banged her elbow against the door and the girl looked.
"Oh ... my ... God..." the girl yelled. Her speech was broken because the roadie kept screwing her as she spoke.
"You're ... Ami ... can I ... get an ... auto ... graph?"
Ami wasn't sure if she should laugh or scream. Here was a young woman being fucked and all she could think about was an autograph.
Reaching into her purse Ami dug out her cell phone and held it up. "Say cheese."
Some things in life are priceless.
Ami walked out the door and followed the long hallway to a large green metal door with an exit sign above it.
When she swung the exit door open, a cold rush of wind blew against her. It quickly refreshed and cleared her drunken mind for a brief moment. Outside were the large trucks that loaded the concert gear but the other roadies must have been taking a break because there was nobody around. Though, maybe they were having the same kind of fun the one in the dressing room was.
She walked down the stairs, holding the rail for balance. The street rolled like an ocean in front her eyes. The booze was catching up with her, and the frigid air felt like ice against her hot skin.
Everything began to spin, and she toppled as if a wave pushed her. She felt her body floating---and then something caught her.
"Hey. Are you all right?"
Ami blinked and saw a man's face. He had a rugged look to him, but was handsome with scruffy brown hair and average height. He reminded her of a cowboy without the hat. He had stopped her fall and held her tightly against his body. She put her hands on his broad shoulders and leaned against his chest.
"Can I get someone for you? Let me take you back inside."
"No ... I don't want to go back." She was confused and disoriented but knew she needed to leave. "Do you know who I am?"
"Yes, I was at the show. I left late to avoid the traffic."
Ami's mind wavered. "What's your name?"
"Edward."
"Edward, please get me out of here. I'll pay you whatever you want. Just get me the fuck away from here." Her eyes stung with tears, and she began to cry. "Please, just take me away..." As the heaviness of her life crushed down on her and the alcohol hit hard, she passed out.
Edward quickly grabbed her limp body and picked her up in his arms. She nuzzled close and curled up. Like a scene from a movie he held his damsel in distress. Now if he had a bed handy, he could lay her down to sleep ... or something else.
Driving down the highway Edward couldn't believe what had happened. The woman of his dreams was asleep in the passenger seat next to him.
He was with the woman he'd had sex with so many times before. Each time it had been amazing too. Of course when masturbating with a washcloth and shampoo, all sex was great. He'd memorized every song lyric she had written after hearing her sing something that touched his heart and etched itself on his soul.
Her voice soothed his heart and fantasizing about that body gave him images to satisfy his "happy time" with. She had helped him without ever knowing him and now she was...
The blast of a horn and a gust of wind woke Ami from her deep sleep. Her head wobbled as she looked around. "Where are we?"
"We're about two hours away from the show." Edward looked over at her. "You passed out."
He smiled and tried to think of things to say so she wouldn't be scared or freaked out to be in his car, but she actually appeared calm.
Ami put her hand to her face and closed her eyes. "Fuck, my head hurts and I'm starving. Do you have anything I can eat?"
"Nothing really good," Edward replied.
"Well my head is throbbing, but at least there's no flashing lights or that damn ringing in my ears from the amplifiers. My brain must be repaying me for abusing it. All I know is that I have an empty stomach and need to pee."
"Well, I've got some fast food I picked up before the show. I ate the hamburger, but the fries are in the bag there by your feet. We can stop in a little bit. There are some food places further on up the highway." He motioned forward then got a sniff of the food in the bag and his own stomach rumbled. "I'll take a couple fries. I'm a little hungry too."
Ami leaned over and picked up the bag. She opened it and took a whiff of the contents. "I'll pass," she said while crumpling up the bag of stale-smelling food.
"There's a truck stop about ten miles ahead. It's quiet, and they have really good food. Do you want me to stop?"
"Yes, please. Fuck, I need something to eat and drink." She tugged at her stockings, which were rumpled and twisted from sitting in the car. "Don't suppose you have any extra clothes, do you? I need to get out of this gear. This fucking thong is riding up my ass, and my shirt is wet and itches. Damn, I must smell and look like shit."
"I think I have a couple of things in a little travel bag behind my seat. I usually keep a few extra clothes for beach trips or long drives."
Ami climbed awkwardly into the backseat and mooned Edward on the way over. He got a nice look at her ass and the small tattoo of a heart on the right cheek.
Edward was a gentleman, but having a sexy woman changing in the back of his car was a hard temptation to resist.
Wow, she has nice tits.
She peeled off the layers of clothing and he watched her in the rearview mirror, feeling a sudden urge to pull over and help her out of her clothes. It was the least he could do, right? He quickly shook off the thoughts and forced his concentration back to driving since he was swerving wildly in his lane. A pair of oncoming headlights on the two-lane road really helped the focus.
His jeans threatened to rip at the crotch when he glanced back again and stifled a groan as she slid her black thong off her feet and flung it into the front seat. Edward was torn between grabbing it and taking a healthy sniff of her feminine scent or ignoring it. Would it be gross if he stuffed the crotch in his mouth and sucked on the fabric? Yes, that actually would be disgusting. What if he had them backward? His thoughts were now freaking him out.
A blaring horn and oncoming headlights jerked him back into the real world, and Ami flopped around in the back seat. He almost cut off the car in the lane next to him when he swerved back into his lane. The other driver flipped him off as he passed.
Didn't the asshole know he had a seminude rock singer in the backseat? Edward thought for a second, What the hell am I doing in the front if I have a sexy babe in the backseat unclothed?
Ami plopped back into the front seat. "Well I found this T-shirt and a pair of camouflage shorts. It's ironic that I'm wearing camouflage since I've got to go commando on the underwear."
The thought made Edward bite his lip. A little voice from between his legs whispered, "Commando? I think we need to do a special reconnaissance mission over the area."
"Why'd you want to leave?" Edward asked as he sipped from a cup of hot coffee.
"I just had to go," Ami muttered while shoveling large forkfuls of apple pie into her mouth.
Edward smiled when she looked up at him and reached out to wipe a small spot of whipped cream from the corner of her mouth. "I guess we all have our reasons for doing crazy things. Life catches up to all of us at some point."
"Why didn't you turn me over to the cops or someone at the show?"
"Because of the way you asked me to just take you away. You seemed so desperate. I just---well I felt like this was the right thing to do. I'm not the type of person to leave someone who needs a helping hand."
"You married?"
Edward paused a second. "Nope, I was, but single right now."
"I probably look like shit, but I'm feeling a million times better than earlier." Ami let out a deep breath and looked at Edward. "Can I ask you a favor?"
"Of course."
"You know anyplace that's quiet and away from everything? Somewhere I can hang out for a while, privately? Kind of like a hiding place?"
"Well, most of this area is spread out, rural. Believe me I know since I grew up out here. I live on a small farm owned by my parents. They've got a little detached home on the property, and that's where I live. It's up to you, but you can come stay at my house if you want?" Edward offered.
"Hmm." Going to a fan's house isn't the best idea in the world---in fact most times it's a nightmare.
"I'm harmless. I'm just happy to help."
"Okay." She nodded. "I accept. Take me to your place. I really don't want to go back just yet. I don't have any more shows to do for a while, but the fucking radio promos, magazine shoots, not to mention the constant bitching with lawyers about money and investments and endorsement crap is driving me insane. Everywhere I go people are taking pictures and writing shit about me. I need something to make me feel normal again."
"Well ... um ... I'm honored. I haven't taken a woman to my home in a long time."
"I'll pay your parents to let me stay for a few days or a week. They just can't tell anyone who I am. I'll make a few phone calls so people won't go on some wild missing person's hunt." She took another bite of her pie and leaned back against the padded booth chair. "Edward, thanks for this offer. I really appreciate it."
Edward felt suddenly shy. Here was the fantasy woman he dreamed about asking him to take her home. To his home.
Maybe they would go to his place, and she'd want more from him. Maybe some tender loving care. Maybe a night of passion with all the trimmings like whips and handcuffs and hand puppets. Or perhaps she'd want him to fuck her like a rabid fan, but then she'd call the cops and say he raped her. He'd end up on trial as a stalker-rapist and go to prison where the guys in the cells would see him as fresh meat and a celebrity and rape him as an example.
Or, he could take her home and she could spend a few days relaxing and regrouping like a normal person. "Can I ask why you're willing to trust me like this?"
"Because you didn't turn your back on me, you didn't try to fuck me when I passed out and there's ... I don't know ... there's something about you, Edward, that I trust."
"Good thing you couldn't read my mind about the carnal adventure I wanted to have with you when you were sleeping next to me in the car", the little voice between his legs spoke out again.
As they drove up the winding road to Edward's house, Ami rolled down the window and took a deep breath. "Ahhh, fresh air."
"Welcome to my humble abode." They drove across a small gravel area, and Edward parked the car. "My parents are probably asleep now. It's late."
"I'm usually just getting up about now." Ami looked across the darkness. There were no bright city lights, no tall buildings cramming people into a huddled mass. It was dark, really dark. The moon was the only light. She turned toward a small porch where Edward was heading.
Part of Ami knew this was every woman's worst scenario. She was setting herself up for a "situation". Going to a man's house, not knowing why, not understanding how she got here. Of course she did have a small two-shot pistol and a can of pepper spray in her bag. If her female intuition wasn't tugging at her like this, she would have stayed at the restaurant.
Going inside, Ami glanced around the small house. It was no bigger than some hotels she had stayed in. There was a couch and loveseat by a large brick fireplace and on the far wall was an enormous TV screen. Men and their toys, she thought.
"Cable went out yesterday, but they'll have it rewired later in the week. Sorry about that." Edward shrugged.
"It's all right. I don't watch too much TV anyway."
Edward pointed out different things in the place, but Ami was oblivious and just nodded. She was exhausted, confused and in that little zone between the now and the end. She needed sleep. Then she looked to her left where she assumed a dining area was and gasped.
"That ... that is beautiful." She was staring at a pristine baby grand piano resting in the center of the small room. "I haven't seen one of these in such good shape for a long time. Do you play, Edward?"
"No, my mom did. She still does every now and then, but she used to all the time when I was growing up."
Ami brushed her hand along the edge of the piano and smiled at the comforting feel. As a child she'd found solace at the keyboard of a piano. Her emotional outlet through the awkwardness of being a teen was the music and the words she sang. Music was the one constant in her life. No matter what else happened around her, good or bad, the echoing sound from a piano would comfort her mood. She was in a nice state of mind now. Her worries were more in control and with a deep breath, she let herself feel at peace.
"The bathroom is right there and has a door to the bedroom too. You want to see the bedroom?"
"Not so fast, mister." Ami wasn't ready for him to take her to bed for some cheap sex. She might consider a good fucking but she was going to be the one to say when, not him.
"I just want to show you where..."
She interrupted Edward mid-sentence, holding up her hand and shaking her finger like a mother. "I knew this was a bad idea. You're going to kidnap me or something. At first we'll kiss and hug, then you'll want me to blow you. After that you'll expect some fast and furious fucking. Then you'll tie me up in your bedroom and rape me repeatedly. You'll act out all your sick perverted fantasies on my naked body. Is that what you're planning? Is it?" She smirked and squinted at him.
"No. I'm not like that."
"Why not? You don't like women? I'm not attractive? Are you gay?"
"No, I'm not gay either. Look, I asked you to stay here so you can sleep in my room. I'll crash on the couch after I start a fire. There's a lock on the door if you're worried. Just try to get some sleep and we'll figure out what you want to do tomorrow morning."
"Oh, all right." She smiled tiredly and winked at him. "I was all up for some sex but since you aren't, I'll just get some sleep. Goodnight Edward." She stepped into the bedroom and slowly closed the door.
Edward lit the fire and lay back on the couch. He looked up and saw a dim figure in the darkness. It moved closer, out of the shadows and Edward could see it was Ami wearing one of the concert shirts he'd bought.
Funny, the shirt had Ami's face on it. She reached along the hem and slowly peeled it off over her head.
She stood naked before him, her perfect breasts swaying, her nipples tight and erect. His eyes moved down to her abdomen and the glittery diamond jewel in her bellybutton. A perfect place for his tongue to play later. His hunger grew as his gaze continued downward, and he saw the outline of her shaved pussy. The labia were slightly parted and a glisten of wetness reflected the flames.
"You changed your mind?" he asked.
"Oh yes, Edward. I couldn't control my desire for you. Is it okay for me to be forward? For too long I have been unsatisfied. I need a man that can fuck me all ... night ... long." Her hand lowered down her body, between her legs and she softly moaned as she rubbed herself. "I've been saving myself for someone like you. I'm not sure my pussy can handle a man with such a large cock. Take me, Edward. I want you..." She reached her hands to him.
Edward reached up from the couch. Further and further he reached until he felt himself falling.
Thud.
Edward awoke on the hard floor, rubbing his head after falling off the couch. He'd been dreaming. Maybe the whole night was a dream. Maybe Ami wasn't even really here. He'd fantasized so many times about her that he wasn't sure what was real anymore.
He walked into his bedroom and saw every man's dream. Ami lay stretched across his bed wearing only a T-shirt. Bare ass, sexy lower back with nice tattoo, thighs, calves, smooth pale skin, all a feast for his eyes. His penis sprung awake and agreed.
Should I wake her? he thought.
Should I fuck her? his penis thought.
Maybe I should wake her, then fuck her, they both chimed in.
She looked absolutely peaceful. Her body gently rose and fell as she breathed in her sleep. With a smile, Edward backed out of the room to give her more time to rest. Besides, he couldn't just stand there staring at her.
Fifteen minutes later he turned away to walk out.
Ami rolled over and smacked her lips together as if she'd been eating and was now on her back.
Edward froze, his mind racing.
On either side of his mind, he saw the evil Edward and the angelic Edward.
"No you can't look. You're a gentleman," the angel said.
The devil piped in, "Don't be gay. You might finally get a snatch shot. It's been a long time since you looked at some real pussy. Magazines and porno movies don't count. Except that movie with the midget woman and the buffalo. That was whack!"
"That wasn't whack, that was just wrong. Besides, Edward, if you look now, you won't have anything to look forward to later."
Edward thought for a moment and decided he would be respectful. Pausing he gazed at the mirror above the dresser. He bit his lip, thanking the heavens for this gift. He saw Ami in all her glory lying half-naked on the bed, his bed. Her curves, her bare pussy, the erotic nature of her body all exposed to his gaze.
He smiled and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Now he felt the urge to rush to the bathroom and shake hands with his little one-eyed wonder worm.
The next morning Ami woke up and stumbled down the hallway, her hair a matted mess and the baggy shirt hanging loose over her small frame. She yawned and scratched under her breasts as she walked into the kitchen. On the small table was a note.
Have a few errands to run. Be back soon,
Edward
Ami rubbed her eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she slept that good. She decided to peek around a little. Not to be nosey but just look around a bit to get the lay of the house.
There were photos on the wall of a couple with a few kids. She assumed it was Edward's parents and the family. Beside them was a photo of Edward with a pretty woman at a park or something. Smiling, Ami saw that they looked happy.
She didn't see any kid's toys or anything like that so she figured there weren't any around. She found the little kitchenette area and a coffeemaker. "Thank God."
She made a small pot of coffee and grabbed a small laptop computer she saw resting on an end table. Hopefully, they have the Internet.
Ami sat with her legs pulled against her chest sipping a cup of coffee. The sun shone through the kitchen window across the table. Warmth crept through the room, and Ami sighed with pleasure.
As she opened the computer and did a little surfing she saw a small flashing icon at the bottom. It was a pop-up.
Clicking it, she found herself at a porn site.
"Aha, somebody has been naughty."
Edward must have still been logged on because it read, "Welcome back Eddie Z".
She browsed around a little and laughed at the photos and streaming porn.
"What do men see in all this ... Holy shit! That guy is deformed." She sat up a little to get a better look. "That can't be ... I guess it is."
"Knock, knock. Anyone home?" Ami looked up and saw an elderly woman at the door. She was the woman she had seen in the photos.
"Come on in."
Startled the woman looked around. "Um, Edward isn't back yet?"
"He said he was running some errands. I'm Ami, his, um, friend." Ami figured she was probably quite an odd sight, wearing not much clothing and sitting in a man's kitchen.
"Hello, I'm Ellen, Edward's mom. He mentioned he had a guest this morning. He had to run into town to get some groceries for me. I come over every now and then to give Edward some breakfast. He can't cook an egg without messing it up. Just like his father."
"Yeah, I got his note."
"You are his, ummm, how do I put this?"
"I'm just a friend. He let me stay here last night. I apologize. He offered me a place to crash for a couple days. I can leave if you want."
"Well if my little Eddie said you can stay it's fine with me. It'll be nice to have someone around to chat to instead of just Eddie and his dad."
Ami nodded. "Thank you."
"You hungry?"
Ami shrugged. "I'm okay. I usually just have an energy bar and some cappuccino in the morning."
"Don't be silly. You'll wither away without a decent breakfast. I brought over some muffins I'd made for his father. Help yourself." Ellen put a small basket on the table and the fresh smell of the muffins filled the room.
"Oh wow. Okay, thank you." She took a warm muffin and broke it in half. Taking a bite she smiled ear to ear. Ami was used to people waiting on her but this was a genuine act of kindness. It felt great to have someone be nice with no ulterior motive, no other reason than to be kind.
Ellen stood and walked to the sink. "Well I'll let you get ready. I'll be next door if you ... Jesus Christ, look at the size of that man's penis!"
Ellen stepped back. "I haven't seen anything that big since we took the horses out to stud."
Ami laughed. "I was just surfing and this silly porn site popped up. I saw this and wanted to, um, do a little research."
"Well, ahem, have fun with your research. I need to go cock some---I mean cook some stew." Laughing, Ellen walked out the back door.
The hot water cascaded down Ami's body washing away the last of her muscle aches and pains. It seemed weeks since she'd had the chance to enjoy a relaxing shower and next time she wanted a bath.
She reached down between her legs and scratched her pussy. Sometimes an itch could only be scratched personally. That's why God invented massaging showerheads with that little pulsing action. Of course if she had a man, he could scratch it for her ... from the inside out. Edward could have at least offered.
The soap slipped across her pale skin, and she noticed a few of her fake tattoos had faded. A little more scrubbing from the towel and soap wiped them off her skin. There were still a few tattoos artistically decorating her flesh. Those were the ones she got while drunk, and she didn't know why she did it afterward.
Leaning her head back in the water she began to wash away all of the fake coloring and gunk from hairspray and gels they put in her hair for the shows too. She ran her fingers through the clean tangles and sighed. The washing away of her fake persona was so refreshing---cleansing mentally as well as physically. The water trickled down her neck, running over her breasts and nipples, finding every crease on her body. It was erotic as hell and Ami shivered at how much she liked it. This wasn't a tiny hotel shower with that funky smell of mildew permeating the air.
She pulled the showerhead from the holder at the top. She aimed it between her thighs and water shot out in short bursts. The pulses caressed her pussy, deepening her arousal.
With a giggle, she looked up and saw a disposable razor. She rubbed the soap around her pubis and grabbed the razor. Carefully she held the showerhead in one hand, the razor in the other and stood bow-legged, shaving the stubble from her pussy. The last thing she wanted was to give a guy stubble burns if he was licking the good places. A girl should never be unprepared.
She poured a handful of shampoo into her palm and rewashed her hair, the last of the temporary dyes going down the drain.
This was a new start. A fresh beginning. A ... a ... um, what the fuck is that sound? she thought.
"Sorry, son, I have to take a massive piss. Been holding it all damn afternoon."
All Ami heard was the sound of some man humming a Hank Williams Jr. song and rummaging around outside the curtain. "Well lookie here, you have the new nudie magazine. You ever notice that all these girls have those big fake titties now? Ain't nothing like the real thing in my ... Holy crap, I didn't know a woman could bend like that!"
Ami didn't know what to do. She did know a shotgun might help kill this asshole. She left the water running and kept quiet. She figured the guy would continue to assume she was Edward.
She could hear what sounded like a hose draining water. It was Mr. Wonderful draining his bladder. After a loud sigh he said, "Courtesy flush."
Ami screamed as the water went from warm to scorching. She shut off the water and quickly ripped the shower curtain open, standing buck naked in front of the complete stranger who had been peeing. His pants fell around his ankles, and his jaw dropped.
The man swallowed loudly as he stared at Ami's nude body. He looked down at his penis and then farted.
She reached past him and grabbed a towel, mumbling as she scurried out of the bathroom. "Jesus Christ! You trying to cook my skin off with boiling water?"
"God, I'm really sorry about this morning." Edward felt bad and embarrassed his father had completely horrified Ami. "My dad pops over all the time just to talk. I didn't know he was going to be here---I'm sorry."
When he'd gotten home he'd heard all about what had happened from his dad, complete with a thumbs-up sign and a pat on the back. As further apology, Edward had decided to take Ami out to dinner, figuring he owed her at least that much.
"I'm no clothing expert, but I figured that dress might be okay. The lady at the store wasn't happy with me."
"Why not?" Ami's voice echoed down the hallway from the bathroom.
"I didn't know your size, and the lady was all prissy and asked if you were the same size as her. I said you were thinner and had bigger breasts---I mean shape." Edward caught himself too late. "I hope I did ... Wow, looks like I did good."
Ami stood in front of him and brushed at the skirt as he just stared.
Her hair was pinned up away from her face and the dark goth maiden transformed into one hot woman. "What do you think?" she asked as she twirled around.
"Tell me if I start drooling."
"Oh stop it. I like this dress. Not too frilly but the blue is nice. You like how it hugs my ass?" She winked and turned around, wiggling a little.
"Well that goes without saying."
Edward stood and walked with her to the door. He let her go first and leaned back as she walked out.
Damn, it hugs real nice.
The restaurant was crowded as was usual on a Wednesday night. It was an all-you-can-eat-crabfest so the whole frickin' town showed up.
"It's fine, Edward, don't sweat it. It was just a bit awkward."
"I am a little jealous that my dad got to see you naked, and I didn't though."
She smacked his ass and smiled. "You never know ... stud."
"You look lovely, Ami. I'm not used to seeing you with dark brown hair. All your photos show those colored streaks and braids and things." Edward smiled, knowing his nervousness was probably written across his face.
"You don't like it?"
"No, I mean yes I like..." He shook his head, unscrambling his mind a bit. "I think it looks really good. It's a nice change. I just hope people don't recognize you. We don't want one of those scenes you see on TV. You look very pretty."
With a smile Ami tossed her hair back and took Edward's arm as they walked to their small table. Being a gentleman, he automatically pulled back her chair for her.
After they ordered drinks and food, their moods relaxed and they talked.
"You know something, Edward? Your mom came over, and we had a little talk about you. I learned a few things."
He swallowed and wondered what she found out. "Like what?"
"Midget MILFs in Memphis? I never knew there was a website for stuff like that." Ami grinned and took a bite from her salad.
"Uhhhh, neither did I." Edward thought quickly.
"Funny, it was in your favorites on your computer."
Desperate to get out of the obvious hole he was in, Edward changed the subject and hoped Ami would have pity on him. "I think I have all your CDs, even the rare stuff you did with your first band. You always play such beautiful piano. I'm in awe of people that write music and songs. Especially ones that take a person's mind off things, even if only for four minutes."
"Well playing the music is what takes my mind off the shit happening around me. I am so damn lucky to have made it to where I am in music. Most people don't and for that I am blessed. But, I miss the small time things though. Meeting people---hell, even eating a quick fast food burger without the constant craziness or demands on my time. Sometimes I just want to sit naked at a piano and fall into my zone."
Shifting in his seat, Edward replied, "Um, sit naked?"
"Yeah, I sit nude at the piano, close my eyes and just let my body and mind relax. It's a sort of cosmic thing. There's nothing between me and the music. It's rather erotic."
"I can see that..." He smiled as their meals arrived. "...vividly."
They sat and ate, still rambling on about music, and Edward's brain focused on the image of her being naked a few more times. He was a typical guy, flirting on a typical date with a typical girl. Everything was perfect.
When the check came Edward reached for it.
"No, I got this one," Ami said.
"I insist. You probably always pay for everything. You can get the next one," he said with a grin. He had hopes they would go out again because he hadn't had a date in a long time and this one was working out so well. Being a little out of the dating circle he wasn't sure if it was date three or four to ask for a hand-job or some serious making out.
He pulled his wallet out and saw someone next to him. He looked up and saw a metal smile glittering beside their table.
A little girl with braces stared at Ami. "She's Ami huh? You know, from that band, Haunted? I recognize her from the CD, even without the colored streaks in her hair."
Glancing up he saw Ami shrugging at the little girl. "Pssst, c'mere. I'm kinda staying here to write some new music and don't want people to know about it. If you keep this our little secret, I'll sign a CD especially for you. What's your name?"
"Taylor. Wow. Thanks, that would be great."
Ami rummaged through her bag and pulled out a CD. After signing it she gave it to the girl and held her little hand, smiling. It seemed odd for Ami to be so in touch with someone obviously out of her demographic of fans and yet she was at ease with this young girl.
Edward grinned as the little girl, and Ami talked. Ami was really in her element, but there was no pressure here, no crowds, no flashing cameras. She was just sharing a part of herself with someone.
They left the restaurant, and Ami wanted to walk down the street. It was still early, and she needed to enjoy this normal feeling and keep the mood around for a while.
"What do you do for a living?" Ami asked as she held onto his arm.
"I work for my dad at the almond ranch. I'm the foreman and oversee that all the almonds are picked and shipped, stuff like that. I will probably take over for him. I know most of the business-side from college anyway." He paused and put his arm around Ami's waist. "It's boring stuff."
"Not to me. Everyone I meet usually wants something. A record deal, a number of an agent or producer. It gets crazy. Everyone thinks they can have a piece of what the band and I have struggled and worked for. The guys in the band are great. They have families and stuff. I just..."
Loud music thumped from a corner nightclub, and it caught Ami's ear.
"Hey, let's go to that club. Come on, I haven't been to a club without handlers and bodyguards in fucking years. What d'ya think?"
Entering the club, they found themselves swamped---it was vibrantly alive and radiated energy. The lights flashed and popped. This was Ami's element, and she loved it. They went to the bar, and Edward ordered drinks from the busy female bartender. She ran around like a constipated Chihuahua and made a lot of tip money from the look of the full tip bottle beside the register.
He got two beers, and they sat watching the club throb with the heartbeat of modern music and dancing.
"Dance with me, Edward," Ami yelled to him amongst the noise.
"What?" he said, hand by his ear.
"Dance with me."
"Uhhh, I'm not the dancing type." Ami waved her hand at him and slid into the small crowd, dancing with a couple of the girls in the center. Edward watched as she closed her eyes and became part of the music. She swayed and shook with the rhythm, and the other girls rubbed against her. She looked beautiful, and Edward licked his lips as he imagined himself being an Edward sandwich between Ami and the two girls she was dancing with.
Ami was in her own zone. He was getting a glimpse of her being taken in by the music. She looked like she enjoyed the music and dancing with the girls. It was very sensual and exciting. Especially for him.
Ami enjoyed how music was a freedom for her mind and soul. When done right, music was an expression of feelings and emotions. This was her reason for being a singer, to express her own words to others. A poet with a venue. Lately the music and purity her band shared was being stained by the pressures to conform to other styles. The joy of just dancing with these other girls was expression, and she relished it.
With her eyes closed she suddenly felt something a little awkward. Either one of the girls had a growth where her pussy should be or someone was poking around her ass.
Ami quickly turned and looked to see some guy dancing behind her and gyrating like a bad Elvis impersonator. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Hey, baby, don't be such a tease. You and those girls were pretty hot. I was just trying to get into some of the action."
She looked for Edward to get this complete loser away from her. The other girls turned and walked away, raising their hands to wave off the idiot. Ami turned to leave, and the guy grabbed her arm.
"Don't touch me, asshole!" Rage built up in Ami as she yanked her arm from the man.
"Don't be such a bitch. I was just screwing around. What ... are you on the rag or something?"
"Nobody touches me unless I say so."
"Oooohhhh, I see. Well what if they grab you like this?" The guy grabbed Ami's ass and laughed, nodding at a few of his buddies in the crowd.
She saw Edward pushing through the crowd to get to her. He quickly pulled the guy's shirt. "Hey, knock it off..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the guy swung and sucker punched Edward in the face, knocking him back to the floor. He laughed again and turned back to Ami. "Looks like your boyfriend ain't gonna help you."
With a smirk she shook her head and looked at the guy. "Fuck you!"
She quickly moved back a step, then kicked the outside of his knee, causing him to scream in agony. Her next swing was an uppercut with her elbow striking his nose, breaking the cartilage and making his eyes water and a steady stream of blood flow down his face. The guy whimpered and was stunned, in pain and bleeding. With the guy helpless she pushed him over and mumbled. "I have four brothers and don't need a man to take care of me. Asshole."
The girls she was dancing with had a few guys in tow to help Ami. She obviously didn't need the help.
With lights still flashing from the dance floor and a few people taking pictures, Edward was getting back on his feet and holding a bloody nose. "Where did you learn to fight like that? I feel like a pussy."
"He blindsided you so don't worry. My brothers taught me to take care of myself. We used to wrestle and a few of their friends used to try to pin me down---crap like that. I also took three years of self-defense classes to stay in shape on tour. So I learned how to fight back."
Looking at the guy being carried out by his friends, Edward said, "Remind me to not try to pin you then." He kept pressure on his nose and it stopped bleeding. "You'll have to be on top."
The two of them sat at the bar for a few minutes, then laughed after someone located the guy's fake front tooth Ami had accidentally knocked out.
"We'd better get out of here in case the cops show up. Things will get crazy if anyone finds out who I am."
They walked back to the car parked by the restaurant a couple of blocks away, blood still running hot in his veins. Edward could feel the tension building between them, an attraction he could've cut with a knife. She was a beautiful woman, and he was a regular guy. This was natural, just like sausage and eggs. He wanted her to play with his sausage, and he wanted to play with her eggs.
"Ami? I'm kind of out of practice with this whole date, making moves and the timing of things. You know I like you. In fact I am really attracted to you. I just don't want to ... or know how..."
"Which me are you attracted to, Edward? Me the rock star, or me the woman?"
"You Ami, just you. I fell in love with your voice a long time ago. The rock star package just came with it. But I don't see that package here with me. I see you. A woman that..."
Before Edward could continue, Ami said, "Just shut up."
She kissed him ever so gently at first, their lips brushing against each other. It felt good to him, and he liked how it made him hot inside.
Edward eagerly fell into the passion of the moment and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her long and hard. "You have no idea how badly I want you, Ami. I have fantasized about you so many times."
He couldn't touch her enough. He wanted to devour her body and soul. This woman made him feel alive again and every part of his body became aroused. Ami's hand found the one part that was most aroused by her kiss.
She mumbled under her breath as they kissed, "Mmm. Damn, Edward, you really do like me." She continued to stroke his groin with her palm. "Jesus, all that adrenaline from the bar has gotten me really frickin' hot. It's been so long..."
Edward's hands crept down her back and he grabbed her ass in his hands, immediately noticing she had nothing on under her skirt. Ohmygod, he thought. "Let's get in the car."
In spite of fumbling with keys and a massive boner, Edward got the door open and climbed in. Ami quickly followed.
Rapid and short breaths, little gasps for air between long wet kisses with tongues dancing in each other's mouths and Edward moaned.
"Oh shit it's been a long, long time."
Keeping her hand pressed against his chest, she opened her eyes and stared into the deep tranquility of his. "I haven't been with a man in a long time, Edward, but you ... you just touch me in so many ways." She sighed as Edward reached out and caressed her breasts. Her dress clung to her body and her nipples hardened beneath the fabric. This was one way she liked being touched.
The windows fogged up. The two of them were moaning and acting like sex-crazed kids at a drive in movie.
"You know, this reminds me of prom night," he said, taking in a deep breath. "I want you so bad but not like this. I just can't, not like this, just ... Let's just wait."
With a smile Ami kissed Edward again, then climbed awkwardly off him, hitting the horn with her elbow, and plopped down in the other seat. "Uh, your first time was at the prom?"
"No, but I had the worst case of blue balls ever that night. No matter how hard I tried she wouldn't give it up."
"Um, Edward? How does this remind you of prom night?"
"Same car. Same case of premature ejaculation."
"Oh my God. You are ... You are such a guy."
For the second night in a row Edward was a gentleman instead of being the man he wanted to be. He should have followed up the hot and heavy play in the car but instead let Ami sleep and didn't do anything.
He could have, but hearing his dad cussing in the barn and calling his truck names even he hadn't heard before kinda ruined the mood. After three hours of getting greasy and dirty changing a carburetor, he wasn't too presentable.
After a quick shower he peeked in on Ami and she was so beautiful half-naked in the bed. Thank God for the soft breeze blowing into the room. It made her nipples tight, and his fingers ached to feel them.
Just a little touch.
No, stop it. She's sleeping.
Why do I have to have a conscience talking to me?
If it was up to me I'd jump her, the familiar voice between his legs piped into the mental conversation.
Another visual aid was etched in his brain for future alone times.
Ami sat in the kitchen, alone with her thoughts. Edward had left her another note saying he left early and let her sleep. So she sat in the morning sun relaxing and goofing around on her websites and answering a few emails. No pressure. Nothing except a hot cup of coffee along with fresh air.
There was a small vase with a couple of roses like the ones outside the back door on the small table. Everything was becoming cliché. Big time girl runs away to small town and falls for almond farmer and they live happily ever after and she has eight kids and gets fat and loses some teeth and her former existence is wiped away under the rug.
Knock, knock, knock. "Anybody here?" A soft voice came from the slowly opening kitchen door. "Edward? Ami?"
"Come on in, Ellen," Ami answered.
"Oh hello. I saw the door open and figured I'd see how you were doing."
"You want some coffee? I actually made it myself. Thank God for instant coffee." Ami poured an extra cup, and the two women sat at the small table.
"I guess you don't have to make too much coffee yourself."
The quick chat turned into a nice morning gabfest with the women talking about shopping, the economy, music, their families and, of course, men.
"How long have you been a singer?"
"I've always been a singer I guess. I love playing music. The crowds are great."
"I used to play. Never anything more than toy around with the classics, Mozart, Beethoven and standard piano classes. Edward hated them. Always playing baseball and football with his dad and friends. You take lessons?"
"I learned to play by ear. I don't know. I always had an innate talent for music I guess." Ami smiled and took another sip from her coffee.
"I haven't talked like this for a long time. Things like this remind me of my mom. I miss her." Ami sighed. "Cancer sucks."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know her, but anytime you lose someone it's hard. Edward has dealt with terrible loss too."
Ami looked curiously at Ellen. "What happened?" Ami felt a little awkward and guilty asking the question.
"He lost his wife. Her name was Ashley." Ellen sighed. "She was driving home in a rainstorm and was hit by a truck on the interstate. It was one of those freak accidents that was nobody's fault."
This was the bad side of reality. "Holy shit ... I mean, oh my God."
"You were right the first time. It was horrible. His life was shattered. She was everything to him. They had one of those good relationships and let me tell you, sweetheart, he became a different man. He was drunk for most of the first year. He decided to move back here because he couldn't stay in the city. Everything reminded him of her."
"Well he seems to be doing okay now. Do you think he's moving on a little with things?"
"The past year or so he's been back to himself. But every time he gets happy or good things happen he pulls away. He still blames himself for everything that happened. Life can be cruel, but you have to keep hoping that things will get better. He likes you, Ami. I can tell. You're the first woman he's actually talked to me about. It's a compliment to what you bring to him. He seems to act more like he was before.
"Ellen, do you know who I really am?"
"Yes. Edward showed me your pictures and some of the tabloids you've been in."
Ami hung her head. "Most of those stories are bullshit. I can't even go out on a date without people saying I'm in love, getting married, cheating on someone or having an alien baby. I really hate that everyone judges me by what they read. I just want you to know that I asked Edward to bring me here. I was and still am a bit of a mess, but I really needed this break from all the crap in my life. I won't hurt him, Ellen."
"I know you won't. But he likes you, and that can get tricky. It's been a long time for him."
"He's the first man I've met in a long while that seems to be just a regular guy. I can understand why he's guarded, though, after what you told me. I know I was after..." She paused and looked down.
"After what?"
"I don't like talking about it." Ami wasn't sure if she should say what happened.
"Oh, I apologize. It's none of my business. But sometimes talking to someone helps."
"Yeah, perhaps it does. I went through a few shrinks but of course I had to keep everything hush-hush. I lost a baby."
"Oh no. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. The guy was a one-night stand that ended up lasting a bit longer than that, and my career was just starting to take off. It was four years ago. They decided it would be better to end things before it went too far."
"They? Shouldn't that be up to you?"
"Yes, it should've. That's why it still lingers in my heart. I didn't care that the father wouldn't be there. He was a nice guy. It was just unplanned. We were partying all the time and got stupid. It was probably for the best. But I really thought about it for a while---having a child, a family, the white picket fence and stuff."
"Well you're still young, dear. There's still time."
"I guess. Everyone said the same kind of things ... some other time, some other place, but you're a mother and you know what goes through your head. I just ... I don't know."
"You just wonder what if..."
With a smile, Ami looked at Edward's mother. She understood. "You want to go shopping with me later this afternoon? I have to pick up some things at the market for dinner. Feeding those two guys is a chore, especially after them being out all day."
"I don't know. I wanted to come here and kinda hide out. I went out with Edward and got in a bar fight last night."
"And you call that hiding out?" Ellen laughed.
"I don't stay inside real well."
Ellen waved her hand to Ami. "Oh, don't worry so much. Most people around here are small town folks and wouldn't expect someone like you to be out and about."
Ami shrugged and then smiled. "All right. It would be nice to get away."
Ellen got up from the table. "Well I'd better get going. I know you probably need a little time. I'll come by in a few hours."
"Thanks for coming by," Ami said as she got up too. "It feels good to talk to someone and not worry about it showing up in the tabloids."
Ellen grinned. "Actually I should thank you."
"Okay, but why?"
"Well last night Edward's father was so frisky after seeing you in the shower that ... well, you know. I haven't seen ol' Fred like that since he got his Viagra prescription." Ellen turned three shades of red and giggled out the door.
The night air filled Edward's room reminding him of the emptiness in his life. Ami was a real woman, just like anybody else. Except she had a voice from heaven, a body sculpted from God's hand and eyes that made his heart melt and his cock hard. She was a beautiful person, and he was starting to become deeply in "like" with her.
Feelings he thought long lost were warming his heart again. She had wanted to stay in the living room by the fire tonight. He wanted her but respected her. His mind was right, but his body was outright pissed off at him.
"Edward? Are you awake?"
He heard a soft voice speak just above a whisper as his door slowly opened.
"Yeah, I'm awake. I can't sleep." He looked to see Ami walk into his room in a long oversized T-shirt with glow-in-the-dark words that read, "The voices in my head say you are fucking nuts!"
She didn't say anything as she moved toward him, just smiled when she reached the foot of his bed and brushed her hand across the top of the bedspread as she walked around to the side.
"Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?" Her voice was soft and subtle. "Please, I want to."
Edward pulled back the comforter and sheets and held out his hand to bring her into his bed. It was awkward and yet so right for her to be there. She quietly climbed in next to Edward, and he almost screamed. Her ice-cold feet pressed against his legs as she snuggled against him.
He pondered the age-old question of why a woman's feet could be that fucking cold when every other part of her was so warm.
They lay spooned in a cuddling embrace, their bodies fitting together like they were molded at the same time. Edward tried to remain calm, but he breathed in the fragrance of her hair. She smelled wonderful. Her skin was smooth and soft to his touch. Everything about her made him long for more.
She rolled over to face him and for a moment they just gazed into each other's eyes.
"Edward? Last night was just so wild and crazy. I don't want to appear like the media says I am. I just needed to feel like a woman. To be lusted after and wanted. You make me feel that way, and to be honest, I like it a lot."
"Ami, I don't know what's happening with us. You make me happy. I'm just not sure..."
She interrupted him by putting a finger over his lips. "I don't know how much longer we'll have together, Edward. You show me what I could have. Let's not waste time thinking about it." She pulled his face to her and kissed him. He pushed Ami onto her back. She lay quietly, watching him, and Edward admired the beauty beside him. Her eyes were glistening in the dim light of the bedroom. The only light came from the full moon shining through a window. He tugged the T-shirt up her body and she lifted up, releasing the weight holding it down and letting him pull it free.
Edward rubbed his hands over her pale skin, massaging the textures of her body. As he stroked her curves, he heard her moan in pleasure. His gaze followed his descending hands as they touched her abdomen. Her pelvis arched up when his hand got closer to her pubis. Edward bit his lip when looking down between her legs. His hunger for Ami was undeniable.
Her form was silhouetted in the dim shine but her nipples were erect, as if begging for attention. He smiled and ran his fingers over her breasts, just brushing against her nipples. Ami began to giggle, and he figured his soft touch was tickling her. He lowered his lips to her chest and let his tongue flick over the tip of her nipple. With a growl he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Ami's body rose gently as she gasped. Her chest rose and a quiet moan left her body. Edward pulled upward, letting her nipple pop free from his lips. He repeated the sensual act on her other nipple not wanting to be unfair to the perfect set of breasts before him. Sitting up, he smiled and looked down on Ami's nude body.
He leaned forward and kissed her partly opened mouth. Pulling back he spoke softly, "I've been wanting to taste you for a long time. Now it's time to satisfy one urge."
He scooted down on the bed, and Ami parted her legs in anticipation. With a deep breath he took in the fragrance of her wet pussy. The sight of her made his cock twitch, knowing it would soon be buried deep within this heavenly spot.
His mouth warmed her pussy as he kissed the wet opening. When his tongue spread her pussy open, a moan escaped from deep within her. Edward wanted to give her all the pleasure that she could handle. So many took from her that he wanted her to freely take what he could give her.
She began to pant with each lick of his tongue. Her legs lifted her sex to his mouth, begging him for more and he obliged. His appetite for her was insatiable. Over and over he sucked and lapped the sweetness from within her.
Her clit throbbed beneath his tongue as he flicked the tip across it.
She writhed in ecstasy. "Oh, Edward, don't stop. Please don't stop..."
"It's been so long. Too long. Mmmm, you are making me ... Oh God." Ami's hands reached for the back of Edward's head, her fingers tugging at his thick hair.
Her body began to jerk and thrash about with Edward's tongue flicking against her clit. Ami was beside herself with pleasure. Everything he did inched her toward the peak. His hands caressed her ass, his tongue digging for its treasure. All the while he was humming along to some unknown music. The constant hum that vibrated through Ami's pussy and up her spine.
Her breathing quickened to tiny panting gasps. Her heart pounded and with a final sigh her body flexed. Like a cat stretching, she reached for anything to stop her fall, the moment of ecstasy flowing around her as she shook uncontrollably and came.
Edward continued to lick and suck on her pussy, making her squirm and twitch. "Stop it, Edward, it tickles." She tried to put her legs together, but Edward kept his hands on her inner thighs and started humming again.
"Mmm, I don't know if I want to stop. I haven't eaten pussy in so long, and I may never see it again. It's like eating really good Mexican food. Extra spicy, super hot and after you have it once you want to savor the taste over and over again." With a growl he buried his face in her pussy again.
The tickling subsided and Ami still felt aroused, wet and in need of some serious screwing. She wanted the emptiness inside her to be filled by her man. "You know, Edward," she spoke softly. "There's something else you can do down there that is very satisfying."
Edward popped his head, looking at Ami over the length of her body.
"Come up here." She smiled at his mangled hair and goofy grin.
His cock was hard and slid along her thigh. Her pussy ached to feel him inside. Resting down on her, his weight took her breath away. They looked into each other's eyes.
Edward rolled onto his back. He reached over to a small end table beside the bed and she heard him rummaging through a drawer. She figured he was digging for his stash of condoms.
Ami's saliva dripped along the base of Edwards cock as she took him as deep into her mouth as possible. The swollen head pressed the back of her throat causing her to gag. Her lips clung tight around him as she pulled up, the ridge of the head stopping her and she sucked back down on him. Edward's moaning signaled she was doing something very right.
Her fingers caressed over his legs and up to his balls. She toyed and fondled him with her mouth holding his cock. She was beginning to understand Edward's food analogy and his savoring comments. She loved the control and the feel of the situation, loved giving such pleasure to someone.
"I'm not going to be able to hold off much longer if you keep this up." Edward groaned.
Ami let him free but stroked him with her hand. "Oh you'll be keeping things up all night if I have my way with you." She then lowered her mouth back onto him.
Her hand squeezed along the base of his cock, milking him as her mouth sucked him in and out. She noticed him tensing and relaxing below her. She began to quicken her movements and reached one hand up to drag over his chest. Her nails dug into his skin. She was getting so aroused by this. She rubbed over his tight nipples, and he moaned as she pulled at one.
She felt him arch up, pushing himself into her mouth, and she envisioned him pushing his cock into her soaked pussy.
With a grunt and a gasp he erupted into her mouth. Ami felt the hot seed from his loins coating her throat but didn't want to stop. She wanted to satisfy him just as he had done to her. Over and over he spewed the lava from within him. She kept sucking him down and eventually he began to snicker.
"Now I understand what you meant by tickling."
Ami plopped back on the bed. She wiped her lips and rested alongside Edward. This was a comfortable place for them. Both relaxed, both satisfied and both tired.
"Make love to me, Edward---make love to me." She didn't want a simple fuck. They had spent a little time together. Long enough to get to know each other. She was growing closer to him and wanted to connect on a different level.
Sometimes nights of passion are just that. Expressions of affection through acts of sexual desire. Ami hadn't felt whole for a long time. What they have may or may not be love, but the mutual feelings and obvious connection drew her closer than she'd been to a man in a long time. The night went on forever as they explored each other and shared an experience they knew they would both cherish.
Ami held onto the headboard, moaning, her body jarring as Edward pounded into her from behind. The sounds emanating from her were a mix of ecstasy and pleasure.
Edward grasped her hips and pushed deep. His pelvis slammed against her ass making a slapping sound in the quiet room. Her breasts swayed with the movement of their bodies as over and over Edward hammered into her.
Ami licked her finger, reached between her legs and stroked her clit. It was swollen and sensitive. The fury of their passion made her oblivious to everything around them. She was on the verge of climax and wanting to freeze this moment of passion in time.
"Oh, Edward, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming."
She shuddered as she let go, the spasms of her pussy caressing Edward's cock buried within her. He continued plunging into her and threw his head back, groaning loudly. With a powerful thrust he froze---Ami could feel his cock throbbing and knew he was letting go too.
The crescendo of their sexual symphony burst. A night of perfect harmony ending with a magnificent finale.
Edward staggered down the small hallway, clasping his balls in his hand and yawning. Pausing by the mirror hanging on the wall he blinked, "What a night." He mumbled to himself. His hair resembled trees after a windstorm. He was not a pretty sight. He stared at the coffee machine, waiting for it to make coffee by itself.
"Fuck, I need to make coffee. I must have slept a whole thirty minutes last night." He grabbed the coffee from the cupboard above the sink, scooped in some fresh grounds and added water to the container.
"Man I hope I didn't screw up last night." He snickered. "Well I did screw in a lot of ways." As he stood there laughing he grabbed his balls again. "Ouch, I feel like I may have pulled a groin muscle or something."
For the next few minutes he continued to talk to himself as he made the caffeine-cure for tiredness, doing what men do regularly. Like someone other than their penis is listening.
"Who are you talking to?" Ami walked into the kitchen wearing one of Edward's oversized T-shirts and nothing underneath. She reached under the back of it revealing her bare ass while scratching her lower back.
"Can I have a cock---I mean a cup?" Obviously not functioning mentally yet either, Ami sat at the table and yawned.
"I think you had that last night," Edward said with an evil grin.
"Typical man. Yes I did. And---to stroke that male ego---it was wonderful." She paused. "Now give me some fucking coffee."
He placed a steaming cup of liquid wake-up in front of her. Ami took a few sips along with a deep cleansing breath.
"I just want to be honest here, Edward. It's not like me to stay with a man after ... well, after a night."
"I understand. You probably have men throwing themselves at you all the time."
"Yeah, but I don't fuck them. I haven't been with a man in almost a year. The last guy was one of our road crew. We were together for two years. Contrary to what the media says, I'm sooo not a rock-goddess-heartbreaking-slut. That's why Ben left. He couldn't handle everything he heard and read. It's a goddamn hard life, you know, when everyone wants a piece of you. It gets to the point where nobody is real anymore."
"Ami ... listen to me. I don't want anything from you. Yes, it's really a fantasy come true that I met someone I've spent hours thinking about. Hours in dimly lit bathrooms with a magazine in one hand and something else in the other, but there are no ulterior motives for me. Last night? That was real. It was fucking incredible and it was real. I have to realize that it was just two people being together in a wonderful way and not read anything else into it. Whatever happens, happens."
She looked up from her coffee and into his eyes. He was being honest with her, and she could see it. "Okay. So now what?"
He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows. "You wanna take a bath?"
She grinned back. "Sure, but brush your teeth first. Your breath smells like a dead skunk."
The water had cooled and Ami reached her foot forward, turning the small knob to add some hot water to the bath. She let her toes plug the nozzle as the water spilled out.
"Quit doing that---you'll make a mess." Edward reached around her in the tub.
With her foot, she shut the faucet off after the water got warmer.
"You're rather gifted with those feet of yours."
"Well, I have other parts that are pretty limber too."
"Uh yeah, I've noticed."
The water caressed their skin, and Ami leaned back into Edward. This felt right to her. No pressure to do anything. In the back of her head she knew this calm would end, but for now she would soak it up.
Ami grinned as Edward's soapy hands washed her in all the right places. His fingers just happened to stay on her breasts for a longer time than on other places. "I'm pretty sure my nipples are clean now, Edward."
"You can never be too sure."
"I can also tell that something else is in the water now. It feels like the Loch Ness monster maybe." She reached her hand back and grasped the monster.
"I think you found him."
"Mmm, maybe he'd like to go back to his cave?" Ami turned in the water, facing him.
"You trying to screw me to death?"
"Oh, okay, then I'll stop." She turned away in a huff.
Edward laughed. "I didn't say I minded. If I had a choice on a way to go, you know what line I'd be in. The long ass line with every other man."
She turned around and faced him again. They kissed as their bodies slid against each other in the water, and she lay on top of him. The water was getting warmer from the heat rising between them. Their kisses went from romantic pecks to lip-locking infernos of passion. Small splashes of water fell to the floor as their bodies moved in the tub.
"Mmm." Ami smiled and straddled Edward in the small tub. Her breasts swept over the leftover bubbles in the water. With a growl she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it with her palm.
"My God, you look and feel incredible."
They began kissing again, Edward's hands washing water up her back and over her hot skin. All Ami could think of was the pleasure she felt holding Edward in the water. She was encased in this watery cocoon, stroking Edward with more vigor and passion. The water splashed out of the tub to the floor as waves began to sway back and forth with her motions.
Edward groaned and closed his eyes. His head fell back onto the towel resting behind it like a pillow. "Oh fuck."
Ami let go and slid over him in the water. His hands grasped her breasts ever so gently, squeezing them every time she lowered down onto his rigid cock. The water washed up Edward's chest then splashed between them. He reached his hand down her back grabbing her ass.
Ami looked down and took Edward's face in her hands. Her emotions and feelings were overwhelming. All she could think of was how good this man made her feel.
Ami caught a flash of a deeper feeling than she expected from someone she hadn't known for very long. She saw love in his eyes.
"You wanna go, um, you know?" he asked.
She leaned forward, kissed his forehead then pulled his face to her breasts. "Mmm, sometimes a quickie is all we need."
"You are such a brat."
The next day flew by. Edward and Ami stayed around the house helping Ellen and Fred do their chores. For Ami it was a reminder of her small town childhood helping her mom around the house.
The day turned to night, and they were both tired from a long day's work.
Edward awoke from the loud noise of his own snore. He barely regained consciousness when he heard the faint sound of music in the air. He looked around the room noticing Ami was gone. He fumbled around in the darkness looking for his underwear or pajama pants.
He found a pair of pajamas, but they had comic book heroes on them. His mom still saw him as a little boy for some reason. Here he was trying to look manly and cool to a woman while wearing Spiderman pajama pants. Of course, after all the sex they'd had it would explain the sticky stuff.
He opened the bedroom door and promptly whacked his big toe on the edge of the bedroom dresser as he tried to leave the room. Edward bit his lip and did all he could to not scream and cry like a baby. Limping down the hallway toward the music echoing through the house he stopped at the end of the hall. He was stunned to see Ami sitting nude at the small piano his mother kept in the living room. It had been a long time since he had heard something so beautiful coming from it.
He could only stand like a statue watching her. She sat, eyes closed, humming as she played some beautiful music. She seemed at peace, and Edward was afraid to interrupt what was clearly a magical moment for her. The moonlight shone on her body and face making her glow. Her skin glistened from the light, and her silhouette swayed in a smooth flow of movement. The outline of Ami reminded Edward of an angel.
Looking at the open top of the piano, Edward caught his reflection. He saw a man who was happy, a man enjoying feelings for this wondrous creature before him. His heart pounded hard and for a single moment he felt at ease---finally the weight of so many things were lifted off of his heart. He was falling for Ami.
But he didn't deserve this bliss.
The guilt, the pain, the remorse all crashed back upon him while he heard Ami play. Turning away from her he felt the tears begin, and quietly went back to his room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed Edward replayed the memory of the burden he carried and cried. Life was so unfair. To have one thing taken from you that was so precious and pure, and then to find another that may fill the void ripped from your soul, only to know it would be gone soon too.
The door opened slowly, and Ami came into the room.
"Edward? Are you all right? Why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying." His macho ego refused to admit it, and he sniffed. "I'm just ... nothing. I'm just thinking."
"I'm sorry if I woke you. This song started playing in my head. I haven't had the urge or the inspiration to write in a while. It's because of you, Edward. You have shown me a light again." She sat on the bed beside him.
"Ami, I don't know what or how to feel anymore. Whatever we have now is, I don't know. Lust, friendship, fuck buddies, or maybe it's the beginning of something. Maybe we should just end it now before we both get hurt."
"What? Why? I like how things are right now. I'm starting to feel like the old me again. The music is coming back to me."
"Well I'm happy for you. And it's great that your love of music is back, but you can't stay here."
"Is it Ashley?"
"How do you know about her?"
"Your mom told me what happened. I'm sorry about that, but it was a long time ago, Edward. You can't stop..."
"How the fuck can you know how I feel, Ami? Have you ever lost somebody like that? Have you?"
"Not really, but I can understand..."
"You don't understand shit." Edward's vision blurred and he tried to hide the tears coming from the turmoil and pain he still felt in his heart. "I've had to live with the thought that I could have done something different. That I could have prevented it. Maybe I should have picked her up that day. Maybe I was too lazy to go myself on that errand---whatever. But I live with that every fucking day of my life. It should have been me, not her. It should have been me!"
"Why? Why should it have been you? You don't decide who lives or dies ... God does. Life is a series of tests waiting to happen. People are here one minute, gone the next. What happened to you was horrific, absolutely terrible but you have to move on. You are here Edward. You are here now. Don't give up on the now because of the past. You'll regret it your whole life. I know what I'm talking about."
"I just can't right now. I can't start having feelings for someone else." He held back his pain and wiped away the tear rolling down his nose.
Ami reached over and took his face in her hands, staring into his moist eyes. "My life is a series of things I have to do. Places I have to be and people all asking for something from me. But you ... you, Edward, are the first person I have met in too long that gives me something for nothing. You are a good man, and I don't want to screw that up either. I am giving us a chance."
Edward reached up and put his hand over hers.
"You haven't even given yourself a chance---how could you ever even begin to give us one?"
Ami wrapped her arms around Edward. She was literally baring everything to him, her naked body and vulnerable heart. "Let's just take it a day at a time."
They fell into the bed, both saddened by memories of the past. She held him as tightly as she could. Limbs tangled together, they took comfort from each other.
Friday night rolled around. Edward and Ami sat in the too quiet restaurant. The mood in the place seemed tense.
"Edward, I don't know what we're going to do. The time here has been great. I feel more relaxed and comfortable than I have in years. But you know this will have to end. You know who I am and what I do. At some point I'll have to go back."
With a subtle smile he spoke. "I know. This past week has been tough, but you know, I realized I can be myself and be with someone. Not just the sex either, even though that was incredible. I guess I want to thank you for helping me."
"Helping you what?"
"To move on. I was pretty screwed up. I know we can't have the typical life because you are someone famous and me hanging around would seem like I am just there for the money. But I see you as a beautiful woman, not just the image you portray."
She reached her hand out across the table and took his hand. Squeezing it gently she smiled back. "Thank you. You really do know what to say to make a woman feel good."
"Well I try ... Can we go fuck now?" They both laughed.
"Oh shit!"
"What is it?" Edward looked behind him to see what Ami was looking at.
A crowd of people gathered by the door with cameras and a TV crew. They had found her.
"It's okay. We can sneak out the back." Edward motioned to the waiter. "Hey, Frankie, keep them busy please."
Edward dropped some money on the table and took her hand, heading out the back door. "I scooted out this way as a kid when I was drinking beer at eighteen."
Out back, they found a larger crowd of media had gathered in the alley behind the restaurant. Edward pushed people out of his way as he tried to navigate to the car.
"Somehow they found out where I was, a photo or something. I only told my publicist where I was so she wouldn't worry, but she wouldn't tell anyone. Dammit, I didn't want this to happen." The flashes looked like strobe lights. A few people pushed against them, but Ami held Edward's hand tightly.
"Ami is this your new boyfriend?"
"Were you kidnapped?"
"Did aliens abduct you?"
"Look this way."
The questions hit her like a barrage of words scrambled together.
Edward just wanted to get her out of there. They found his car, but he was completely blocked in. He looked at Ami. "What do you want to do?"
"I'm sorry, Edward. So sorry." Her eyes began to well up with tears. "This was the one part of my life that I wanted to get away from."
"Ami, it's Martin, come this way." He pushed through the crowd and grabbed Ami's shoulder.
"Edward, Martin is my manager. Let me..." She was yanked from Edward as his hand reached out for her.
"Ami?" he yelled while the photographers turned their attention to him, flashing lights and asking him the same insensitive questions they were asking her. He shielded his eyes from them. "Get the fuck out of my face."
When the flashes stopped, he saw Ami climbing into the back of a stretch limo with people chasing after her trying to get another photo.
And just like that, she was gone.
Ami called and talked to Edward as much as possible but her commitments were vast and overwhelming. Every second seemed to be accounted for. Her sleep was limited to a few hours here and there. The weeks turned to months, and that little magic space in time seemed to slowly fade into a memory.
All the guys in the band had been as happy to see her as she was to see them. She was the heart and voice of the music. She'd found clarity but it was slowly being pulled away again with the rigors of this lifestyle. They had families to fall back on---they knew she was basically alone.
She desperately missed the little piece of sanity she'd found with Edward. The short period of time where she could be herself and not the product she was forced to make people see. The relationship they'd had was just starting, and it had been cut off before she could possibly take it to the next level. As Ellen had said, it was a case of "What if?"
Bang bang bang.
"Come on Ami, we have a radio spot to get to after the show. Hurry the fuck up in there! You still have an encore to do." Ami opened her eyes. Her heart was heavy and the roaring crowd called to her, pulling her back to the present, drowning out her wonderful memories.
She needed to share something with the people she cared for most. The thousands of her fans out there who came to see her perform and hear her words. She needed to tell them her feelings about actually finding someone real in this chaotic, fucked up existence of so-called stardom.
The house lights dimmed and when she walked on stage, the spotlight shone on her alone. She held up a hand, covering her eyes for a moment. The crowd roared, and she walked over to her piano on the stage.
"Thank you---please---thank you so much." She smiled and waved off her band before they started playing the standard encore song.
"I was away for a while and appreciate all of you coming out for the start of the new leg of the tour." She sighed and thought for a second about what to say. "I wrote a new song, something nobody else has heard and I'd like to play it for you all tonight if that's okay."
The crowd erupted in applause and shouts. "We love you" was a common shout by more than a few fans.
"I love you all too!" she shouted back to another uprising of yells. "I know a lot of you have met people in your life that touch your heart. Dear friends, family members or just a random person you meet by chance."
As silence fell, the auditorium quickly filled with the fluorescent light of cell phones and the flicker of lighters amongst the darkened crowd. Ami paused for a moment, then began to play.
She closed her eyes and imagined herself sitting at the piano as she had done that night at Edward's. The calmness and overwhelming peace she felt mixed with the emotions she'd once thought were dead.
"I wrote this for someone special. I hope he knows how much our time together meant to me." The chords from the piano echoed around her as she started to touch the keys. Her voice quietly started to sing the words to the music Edward had inspired in her.
The pain I feel
Is from the hole in my heart
Leaving you
Before we could ever start
Bleeding souls
From wounds of the past
Scar the truth we told
Trying to make it last
You gave me everything
Yet asked for nothing
My insecurity washed away
Trusting someone again
Hearing your voice in my dreams makes me see
That you were much more than just a man to me
For you came and inspired the best sides of who I am
You are simply the music man
Ami kept her eyes closed, remembering how good things were for the brief time they shared. She shed a tear as she continued to sing.
You cared more
Than you should have
The shattered pain
From tragedy long past
Instead you showed strength
While I showed weakness
Every day we grew closer
Blinded by our bliss
Why did life's burden
Sacrifice our dream
For people like us
Things aren't what they seem
Hearing your voice in my dreams makes me see
That you were much more than just a man to me
For you came and inspired the best sides of who I am
You are simply the music man
Ami stopped, her eyes swollen with tears. She wanted to cry. The auditorium was quiet, and the tones of the last piano chord rang out into a second of silence. She turned and looked out at the crowd. They were all there for her. She was never alone.
Her eyes drifted to the front row.
Standing dead center holding a red rose---was Edward. He wiped his hand across his eyes and offered her the flower.
Ellen stood in line at the supermarket. She was stuck behind Belinda Smith who had a tendency to buy everything in the store with coupons and discount cards. Ellen was polite as she sighed and saw Depend undergarments and a large assortment of prune and fiber enhanced breads. Someone must be bound up, she thought. That's probably why she bitches so much at the Senior Center. Belinda had two shopping carts full of items and was taking forever as usual. Ellen looked over to the tabloid rack and smiled.
Under the latest headlines about Brad and Angelina and the story of Bigfoot's lovechild, in bold letters read, "Wild Rocker Goddess Has Change of Heart" with a picture of Ami and Edward in sunglasses.
She reached over and took the magazine. Flipping through the breast enhancement and how-to-make-millions ads, she looked at the article. There were a bunch of pictures of Edward and Ami at different events with her band and some romantic photos of them kissing.
She began to read:
Rock Goddess Ami from the band Haunted has been seen with a new mystery man. Rumors have surfaced that he is an ex-CIA operative assigned to protect her after her abduction.
The two are inseparable and when approached the band has no comment. Nobody knows who this secret love is for Ami. There are no records of him working for any label company, government agency or dating shows.
After a weeklong vanishing act a few months ago, the rocker has come back with a vengeance. The band's CD Haunted Alive topped the charts, and she made changes in the schedule and direction of the band.
After firing their manager and hiring the lead guitarist's uncle to handle the band's affairs, they cut back dates on their European tour to do a couple more benefit concerts for children's charities. So far the concerts have raised 1.4 million dollars. They are currently recording a new CD while on tour in various European studios. The band was seen in a Transylvanian castle with recording equipment last week.
As for Ami? The Wild Rocker Bitch seems tamed for now. Our sources say she is happy. The underground mafia has no comment on whether the mystery man is one of theirs.
To learn more about author S.L. Carpenter, please visit www.slcarpenter.net. Send an email to slc.perversions@gmail.com or join his Yahoo! group to have fun with other readers at groups.yahoo.com/group/SLCarpenter/
He lost his inspiration but found his muse in the Caribbean ... in the arms of a woman.
It's a slow death for a writer when the only key getting used on his keyboard is "Delete". His writer's block is firmly in place like a wall. All there is to do is bang his head against it.
What to do? A change of scenery might help---say a week in the tropics. If nothing else, it will warm his idle fingers and ease his worried mind. A getaway for the mind and soul.
Reservations made, Eugune flies to Aruba in search of answers to his problems. What he finds is more than a couple of fruit drinks with umbrellas in them. On the white sandy beaches, wrapped in almost nothing but a tan is someone who sparks his imagination and ignites his creative flow. He finds his Muse!
Enjoy the following excerpt for A Muse Me:
He tugged the bathroom door open and went in. The slight tremble of turbulence made him stumble a bit as he flipped the occupied lock. He jerked upright, startled by his reflection in the flickering light.
Eugene felt a sense of pride knowing his words had actually affected this woman, especially after her comments from earlier. Standing above the toilet, he held his hand against the wall to maintain balance and used the other hand to hold something else. Trying to pee with a boner is tough. You either pee on the wall or hold onto something sturdy and let it rip. He decided to think of different things to calm his manly appendage down. He let his mind wander and closed his eyes.
He thought of Niagara Falls, a running water faucet, and a beer tap pouring a pitcher. For a moment he thought that urine and beer on tap looked a lot alike. Then he felt the flow release and sighed heavily. Anybody who had fought against a boner and an overactive bladder would sympathize with Eugene's peril.
He washed his hands, showing proper cleanliness technique, and looked at himself in the mirror. What a stud. His hair dark was combed perfectly. With a grin, he recited his favorite line from a debonair man who women adored. "Bond ... James Bond." A tapping on the door made him quicken the drying of his hands.
Opening the small door, he saw her standing in front of him. She didn't say anything but her breathing was quick and shallow. Her eyes looked into Eugene's and the intensity of her inner fire scorched his passionate soul. His boner returned quickly, feeling the sexual fever from her simple stare.
The woman forced her way into the tiny bathroom. Her eyes talked for her. She wanted Eugene.
Their mouths met in a dance of tongues and saliva. She was hot and her hands groped at Eugene's body, tugging and squeezing.
Eugene grabbed her shoulders, pushing her against the small sink. The thin fabric of her blouse couldn't conceal the hardened tips of her nipples poking out, begging to be suckled. With animalistic urgency he tore her blouse open, revealing the silken lace of her black bra.
Eugene dove forward, licking her nipple through the fabric and causing her to groan. His other hand reached between her legs, seeking her heated heart. She widened her legs, causing her skirt to rise and Eugene found his treasure. As he slid his hand along her inner thigh he could feel the heat and touched the wetness of her flesh. She wore no underwear, which Eugene appreciated, and his fingers began to toy with the opening of her slippery cunt.
This woman was aroused to the point of explosion and Eugene wanted to feel her convulse around his cock as they feverishly fucked. The Mile High Club needed a new member and he wanted to be the one to join.
Her moaning made Eugene even hotter and hornier. The pressure of his cock pushing against his pants was becoming painful. He was aroused and his blood heated to a boil of desire with lustful anticipation for this beautiful creature. They had cable television channels for this kind of encounter, things like this weren't reality. Things like this didn't happen to him. This was the kind of kinky, erotic fantasy usually only found in books, especially his books.
The woman pulled at Eugene's neck, digging her red fingernails into his skin. Obviously, she wanted more. As their mouths came closer together, his finger slid within the velvety wetness of her tight pussy. While they kissed, he let his finger swirl in her juices. Her pussy tightened and loosened as his finger delved deeper and moved in a circular motion, widening her inner walls.
She was an inferno of desire and threw her head back. With Eugene's fingers rubbing her engorged clit, her moans signaled she was close to climaxing. She brushed her fingers along the beads of perspiration across the front of her neck and began to suck on her fingertips, moaning with pleasure.
She unleashed her inner slut, grabbing Eugene's shirt and yanking him forward. She kissed him lustfully again then pushed him back. He slammed against the door with a loud thud. Her eyes burned with desire as she tugged at his pants, seeing the bulge swelling inside. Her passion rose to an unquenchable thirst for sex.
She finally unfastened his belt and lowered the zipper. Her jaw dropped as she saw his cock for the first time as it stuck out, pointing like a sword. A small dribble of drool trickled from the corner of her lips as she knelt down before him. Her lips were red and moist. His cock began to throb in anticipation as she hovered above it, teasing the head with her tongue.
She looked up at Eugene, longingly and panting with desire and finally spoke.
"Peanuts?"
Eugene replied. "Peanuts? What the fuck are you talking about? Those are my balls, not peanuts."
"Would you like some peanuts?"
A Fortune Story.
After winning the lottery a year ago with her two best friends, Maddie Carpenter's life should have changed for the better. Right? Wrong. She's still stuck in her boring old life while her friends are living theirs to the fullest.
Watching one of them get married brings all her self doubt into sharp focus. She resolves to do something exciting, something thrilling. Starting right now, with the singer performing at the reception.
Tanner is still bitter over his divorce, bitter toward women in general. But something about sweet and sexy Maddie turns Tanner inside out---and he can't resist her.
One amazing night of sex turns into many nights of more amazing sex. Soon their relationship is moving way out of the casual zone. But both carry excess baggage of suspicion and distrust that could cost them everything...
Enjoy the following excerpt for Fortune's Promise:
The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he sat up straight, aware someone was watching him. He turned around to see a woman standing in the wide entryway of the bar, backlit from the bright lights coming from the hallway of the hotel, her curvaceous figure silhouetted perfectly for his perusal. He cocked his head, appreciating her voluptuous form, wishing he could make out her face. He waited, anticipation filling his gut and he damn near prayed she would walk inside the bar.
She finally did, taking tentative steps, the skirt of her pale gold dress swirling around her feet as she entered the dark room. He recognized her immediately.
The hot little piece who had caught his eye when he performed at the reception. The one who had stood in the corner and watched him with wide eyes the entire time he sang. The bridesmaid. There'd only been two and Brittney had told him all three of them had won the lottery along with her.
She could work.
Her gaze scanned the room slowly, chewing nervously on her lower lip as she came closer to the bar. Just the sight of those even white teeth nibbling on the lush fullness of her pink lower lip had his mind conjuring all kinds of images. All of them dirty, all of them sure to shock the shit out of this chick. She had a regal way about her, reminding him vaguely of an ice princess. The tilt of her chin, the almost haughty expression on her face, the way she walked with perfect posture and graceful movements.
Tanner wondered what she would do if he propositioned her, whispered in her ear that he wanted to fuck her brains out.
Hell, he was in a mood. Not only did he want to get laid, but he also wanted to do it in every dirty nasty way imaginable. Little Miss Prim and Proper would put a lockdown on her panties if she had any clue as to what he was thinking about.
Maybe she wouldn't work.
She finally ended up at the bar, a few seats away from him and she sat, pulling up at her skirts as she did. It didn't help, he noticed. The bodice of her strapless dress slipped, revealing the delicate pale lace of her bra for the briefest second before she yanked it back up. She glanced around, her gaze meeting his and her eyes widened in shock. She had caught him watching every moment.
He smiled at her and she looked away, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. The bartender ignored her when she tried to gain her attention with a wave of her hand and her shoulders slumped. Resting her hand on the countertop, she looked utterly defeated.
Tanner cleared his throat when the bartender approached and she smiled at him, the look on her face flirtatious. "You ignored her."
"Who?" Her eyes widened and she glanced up and down the bar. "Oh, you mean her? I'll get to her in a minute. I thought you might need something."
He certainly didn't need her. "I want you to go over there and take her order. And tell her it's on me."
The bartender nodded, the light dimming in her eyes. Maybe she realized he wasn't interested. Damn right. "Of course, Mr. Robinson."
She walked over to the bridesmaid, pointing a finger at Tanner halfway through her spiel. When the bartender turned away to prepare her drink, the bridesmaid glanced in his direction, a tentative smile on her lips. He smiled back, and she looked away, her cheeks pink again.
Tanner grabbed his drink and slid off the stool, walking slowly towards her. She didn't notice, too busy gathering her drink from the now-jealous bartender who glared at him as he approached.
She sipped from her drink, her lips wrapped around the skinny red straw, and he knew without a doubt that she was the one who could help him ease his troubles tonight.
Now if only she would be willing.
He sat on the stool next to her and she literally jumped, turned her startled dark brown gaze upon him, her lips still attached to the straw. She gulped loudly and set the glass down with a thump, a nervous smile on her face.
"Thank you." She waved at the glass. "For my drink. You didn't have to do that."
"You're welcome." He tilted his head towards her, wondered what made this woman so damn nervous. Most of the women he encountered fawned over him but didn't necessarily act nervous. No, they were more the type who knew what they wanted and went right for it.
A free night in the sack with the famous singer, that's what they always wanted.
He grimaced. Fuck, when did his life get so pointless? So empty?
She must have noticed his grimace because she frowned, even looked ready to hop off her stool. "I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone."
Without thinking, he rested his hand on her forearm to prevent her from leaving. The tips of his fingers sizzled at the contact, sending a jolt of awareness throughout his entire body. She appeared affected as well, gooseflesh blossoming on her skin beneath his touch.
"Don't go," he murmured. "Stay with me, just for a few minutes."
She settled herself on the stool and he removed his hand reluctantly.
"Did you enjoy it?"
Simon, Eric, Rafael, Lee ... and Charli. It's never mattered that Charli is the only girl in the crowd. She's always been a tomboy, anyway. Just one of the guys.
Between work and Couch Potato Thursdays, life is pretty full. Sure, no man alive can get through the friend gauntlet, but thanks to her boys and her toys, she's got plenty of fantasy material. It's a win-win situation. Until Lee has a destination wedding in Cozumel---and Charli's "best man" duties take a kinky turn.
Through what looks to be foul play by Lee's new brides, Charli finds herself on a decidedly decadent shore excursion, playing "The Race Erotic". With each sexy challenge, it becomes clearer that down deep, she desires not one, not two, but all three of her remaining single buddies.
They're the only family she's ever known. She can't imagine living without them. Will she have to choose? Or will the final score be three to one?
Enjoy the following excerpt for Three for Me?:
"I wanted that outfit." Natalie glared at her, looking intimidating in a leopard print body stocking.
"I'm sorry?"
Shelly came and got between them. "Nat, you know you don't get to choose your outfits. Besides, you've already been the naughty schoolgirl several times now. Give someone else a chance."
Naughty schoolgirl. Charli covered her face with her hands, peeking at herself in the mirror through her spread fingers. She'd had her hair put in pigtails. She hadn't worn pigtails since she was nine.
The little Mary Janes and thigh-high white stockings were bad enough. The plaid skirt was so short she could see her clingy white underwear that had, thankfully, been in a store-bought package beside the ensemble. But it was the shirt, most of all that was giving her fits.
Button-down and white, it stopped right beneath her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. Already so thin they could see the shadow of her areoles. Shelly and the other woman had patted her with a damp cloth, making it entirely see through. She'd never be able to face the boys again.
"Don't be nervous. It's just two songs. And it's pretty dark in there. The game rents the upstairs club for as long as we're here, so no one but the other racers will see you dance. And I'm pretty sure they'll be too busy to look."
Charli was feeling a little warm. Maybe it was from the tequila, but she wasn't necessarily afraid of this challenge. She was the lifelong friend of four very manly men. She'd been to a strip club before. And she did love to dance. If only she didn't have to wear this humiliating outfit.
She remembered what Connie had said about her having the body of a pole dancer. Had she known this would be one of the challenges? She was going to have a good long chat with Lee's new wife when they got back.
Shelly led them all to a curtained doorway. "Up those stairs you'll find a main stage that will lead you to your individual walkways. Dance one entire song on that walkway for your men. When the next song starts, give him the lap dance of his dreams, and just be open to the pleasure. It's a wonderful experience. The men know what they have to do to get the next clue, so go on and show them what you've got!"
Shelly stopped Charli as the others went on ahead. "Your guys have already been told, but I wanted to let you know that you can only pick one to lap dance with, and the other men can watch, but they aren't allowed to touch you until the song ends. Okay? Great!"
She rushed off, clipboard in hand while Charli took a deep breath. Was she really going to do this? The music started, and she walked out onto the main stage. Of course she was. She never backed down from a bet.
Charli strode to the rhythm of the beat, watching her counterparts do the Time with a smile. Dawn, despite her shyness, seemed determined to do this for Tim. And from the expression on his face, Charli could tell he appreciated it. She walked to the end of her walkway and placed her hands on her hips. "If any of you laugh at me, I'll give you a wedgie. Or steal your lunch money."
"Charli?"
"Dear God. And thank you. Amen."
"Fuck, Chuck. You look---"
She lifted her chin threateningly, but Simon's gaze was focused entirely on her breasts. He sighed. "Amazing."
"Yeah?" She caught Shelly making a dancing motion and started to sway to the music. Eric, Raf and Simon were staring at her, looking dazed and totally enthralled. Heat pooled between her thighs. Being the focus of this kind of attention felt ... well it felt great. Empowering. Something she could definitely get used to.
There was a pole, and Charli had always wanted to try one. All those mountain-climbing muscles were put to good use as she leapt up onto the steel cylinder, using her thighs to cling, her arms spread out in a backward arch that gave her the perfect, upside-down view of her audience.
"Sweet Jesus."
"Did you know she could do that?"
Simon didn't respond, barely took his blue eyes off her long enough to blink.
Charli's smile was wicked. She lifted herself up, sliding down the pole until she was on her knees on her walkway, crawling closer to the edge of the stage. "How are the others doing? Are we winning?"
"Who knows? Who cares?" Eric's cheeks were flushed, and Rafael looked over at him, before turning his attention back to Charli.
"I forgot. You're fulfilling Professor Eric's favorite fantasy, sugar. He's gonna have a hard time keeping his hands off you."
Charli stopped her forward motion, sitting up to rub her hands slowly over her damp shirt. Her nipples were hard. Sensitive. The three heartfelt groans made her chuckle. "What fantasy?"
"Nothing." Eric glared at Rafael, but Raf just smiled.
"No use lying about it, friend. Eric used to tell us that his favorite fantasy was of you as one of his students. One of his bad students. Who needed to be punished."
Charli blinked. The gush of arousal dampened her white schoolgirl panties, and she slid her hand between her legs unconsciously.
"She likes that idea, Eric." Simon's voice was rough, and she shivered as though he'd touched her skin. "She really likes it. Don't you, Chuck?"
She stuck out her tongue, but inside she was quaking. Images of her bent over Eric's desk, being spanked, being fucked, filled her mind. She closed her eyes, arching her neck as her hand disappeared beneath her skirt.
The music ended and Rafael made a sound of frustration. All three men shifted in their seats.
"Time for the next round, ladies. You know what to do. You too, guys." Shelly's perky voice jerked Charli out of her fantasy, making her blush. The new music was slower, sultrier. Reminded her of sex. As if anything didn't right now.
"You have to pick one, babe. Have to pick one of us to dance for."
It wasn't as difficult a choice as she thought. She'd been planning to pick him anyway, if only because she'd thought he was the least likely to tease her. But now. Now she wanted to choose him for an entirely different reason.
"I choose Eric."
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