There was maybe ten seconds worth of silence.It felt more like two minutes.Then we both spoke at the same time.“Look, I just wanted to say – ” I started.“Aren’t you going to ask another question?” he said, overlapping me.We stopped and looked at each other.Then we both smiled – me shyly, him grinning.“You were saying?” he asked.“Um… I just wanted to say that I really liked your song. Back there in the hotel room. I wasn’t criticizing you or anything.”His smile faded. Between his mouth and his sunglasses, I couldn’t read anything about his expression.“So… that’s it,” I finished lamely.He sat there, silent, just watching me.“Aren’t you going to say something?” I asked, annoyed.He shrugged, then looked away. “You were right,” he said, and took another sip of scotch.“…what?”“You were right. The second and third verse need a lot more work.”I sat there staring at him. “You agree with me?”“Yeah.”“So why’d you bite my head off?”His lip turned up in the tiniest of smirks as
The concert was over and the band went backstage to shower. I didn’t get an invitation this time – in fact, I barely got any recognition that I existed. Derek just smiled faintly as he and the others walked past me, and then they were gone.I went backstage and waited.It was all the same as last night. The women waiting in line. The famous people, the rich people, the beautiful people. The rockers and the actors and the celebrities. The band showed up and things went crazy. Drink, food, drugs, alcohol.I kept to the periphery as more half-naked women threw themselves at Derek. The longer I watched, the angrier I got – not to mention more and more jealous with each passing moment. It felt like he was doing this to spite me – waving all these hot little boob-jobbed playthings in my face – And then I remembered ‘I Want You To Want Me.’A little voice in the back of my head whispered, You know, YOU were the one who threw him out last night.YOU were the one who spurned all his advance
We burst out the back, running like two kids in high school after the police have raided a party – delirious, screaming, laughing. We raced past startled crew members and out into the night.The amphitheater was set off by itself, connected by a small, winding road to absolutely humongous parking lots. We ran through the darkness, and when I began to stumble on my high heels, Derek stopped and hunched over.“Get on!” he ordered.“What?” I asked, confused.“Piggyback ride – come on, get on!”I jumped on his back, screaming, laughing, and he took off again for the headlights in the distance.It was almost an hour after the concert, and the last stragglers were leaving. We raced past cars, Derek running as fast as he could, carrying me like I was weightless, until we were almost to the end of the parking lot. There was a convertible up ahead with its top down – a beat-up, rusty Le Baron, probably 30 years old. Three college-age kids were in it – a male driver, a female passenger, and ano
We slowed it down.Waaaaaay down.He kissed me softly, our lips verging on swollen from our frenzied passion before. Now every kiss had a salty little sting to it that added to the luxurious pleasure of his mouth against mine.He slowly undid my bra behind my back – and, like four years ago, he didn’t let it fall off right away. He gently pushed the strap off my right shoulder, letting it drift and tickle my skin… and then he nudged the left strap until it slid down my arm. Then he kissed my lips… and my chin… then tilted my head up with his hands… and let his tongue dance softly, lightly down my throat, to the tiny hollow between my collar bones, to the upper swell of my breasts. He kissed me, his lips moving downwards, pressing the satin of my bra down, down, until I felt his mouth hot and damp on my swollen, erect, aching nipple, and he sucked.I moaned, and a shiver ran down the entire length of my body.My bra dropped down my arms, baring my chest completely to him. His fingers
He crawled up over my body, and I felt his muscled thighs brush against mine. The mattress indented when he braced his arms on either side my body, and I could feel his forearms touch the sides of my breasts.I put my hand on the back of his massive arm. His muscles were so hard and firm, it took me by surprise.Something else was hard and firm, too.His cock brushed against my pussy, and I could feel his skin against mine, the cloying pull as his and my wetness met – wet, hot, sticky – and then he pulled away.It was hard as rock, but clothed in soft, satiny skin.And just like that, I was ready to go again.He kissed me on the mouth, and I felt his lower body shift, and then there was a wonderful, throbbing, amazing pressure just about to part me – “Condom,” I whispered.He paused, and I could tell he was disappointed.I remembered what he had said in the showers:I get tested now, once a month. And I’m totally clean, by the way.I was actually on birth control. I could have let hi
We lay in bed, him holding my body against his, and just talked for a long time afterwards.A good portion of it was Derek busting my chops.“See? Was that so difficult?” he teased.“What?”“Sleeping with me.”I rolled my eyes, though he couldn’t see. “Whatever. If you hadn’t been such an asshole last night – ”“Me?! How was I an asshole?”“What, you don’t remember the 200 pairs of boobs you signed?”“Oh… that.”“‘Oh, THAT,’” I mimicked, and twisted his nipple.“Aaaaah!” he laughed, and started tickling me in retaliation, which led to roughhousing, which led to more kissing.After a minute, though, he pulled away and smiled. “It was just to make you jealous.”“Yeah, I’ll bet.”“Seems like it worked.”I wasn’t about to tell him that, yeah, it worked, all right.“Didn’t work so great, or we could have been doing this last night.”“Hey, I tried the straightforward approach – ”“Can we not talk about this?”Derek grinned. “What was it that changed your mind?”He was a little too pleased w
I awoke the next morning in Derek’s arms. I squinted blearily at the alarm clock by the bed. 10:52AM.A pure jolt of adrenalin shot through my veins.“Oh my God, get up, get up!” I shouted, shaking him roughly awake.“Wha– wha’s wrong?” he asked groggily.I hit the floor running, collecting my clothes and throwing his at him as he continued to loll on the bed. “It’s almost check-out time! We’ve got to go!”He just lay there, looking at me like I was the strangest thing he had ever seen.“Get up!” I said, hastily pulling on my panties.“You did not just wake me up for that,” he said, his expression somewhere between amused and pissed.“They’re going to charge us for an extra day if we’re not out of here by 11!”“Kaitlyn,” he said in a tone of voice he probably reserved for small children and older folks missing a few marbles. “I’m a rock star. And a millionaire. The fuck do I care if they charge us another couple hundred bucks?”I was used to looking for pennies and dimes in my kitche
It happened pretty quickly. First Derek said to me, “I liked those kids’ convertible last night. You want to get a convertible?”“No,” I said loudly.Derek ignored me. “I want a convertible. Show me the best convertible you’ve got on the lot,” he said.The salesman – who, after he got over the worst of being star-struck, introduced himself as Tad – showed it to us. It was absolutely gorgeous.I about choked on the price tag, though: $78,000.But Derek saw something else a few rows away, and walked over to check it out.It was a beautiful little retro convertible with rounded lines and powder blue paint. Perfect condition.“Oh yeah – sorry, I forgot about that one. 1969 Mercedes convertible,” the guy said. “We just got it yesterday – guy got divorced, had to sell it and get a cheaper car to pay off his lawyer. My heart broke for him when he gave me the keys, man.”“I’ll take it,” Derek said.“Don’t you want to know how much it is?” I asked, my mouth agape. There wasn’t even a ‘For Sa