Teenage Groupie….XXX

We made love until the wee hours of the morning, I climaxed so many times I had lost count, leaving Lance’s back with a rough design of my nails artwork. I felt so sorry for him; it must have hurt to feel my dig every time he brought me pleasure. As we hopped into the bath, I promised to keep away from them if we made love again, but how could I? He had made me edging over my cliff that I had to breath through my mouth for dear air.

He was still singing in the bathroom at 6am when I walked back into the room. I wondered if Nick was awake yet so I decided to call him to fill him in on the events of my enchanting evening. Lance came in just as I had picked up the receiver.

“Can I call Nick…I want to let him know I’m okay?” I asked, politely with a newfound sweetness in my voice.

He shrugged. “Of course you can call Nick. I wanna talk to him too.”

“You do! What about?” I questioned in amazement. The warring parties coming together on my account? How awkward?

“Guy stuff…now make your call.” He brushed off, wrapped in the gigantic white flannel robe.

Nick answered at the third ring, his voice steady and casual unlike someone who had been awakened in the morning by an unscheduled phone call.

“Hello?” he asked cheerfully.

“Nick…I thought you’d be sleeping,” I asked.

“No...I’m up. We went to the club and kinda just got in… So Nikki, how did it go last night? Did he fall for it? I assumed he did since we didn’t hear blue murder from you afterwards.”

“How’s AJ?”

“In his room talking to Amanda, I think they talked all night long. So…”

“So…what?”

“Common, don’t hold out on me girl, spill it, did he fall for it…what did you say… what did he say…did you guys have sex…scratch that I know you had sex but how was it, how did it feel after so long, how did it feel with your true love?” Nick’s voice rang out the series of questions in heightened enthusiasm, almost like a schoolboy curious to know the feel of sex from his lucky classmate.

I looked around the room at Lance dressing up; he was busy pulling up his navy blue boxers underneath his robe. His sizeable dick made a nice tight bulge in the briefs. I squirmed in my naughty little head as I remembered what I had been up to an hour ago with that nice tight package.

“Nick,” I whispered into the receiver. “You don’t expect me to talk about this now?”

“Hell, girl of cos I do…I stayed awake all night just thinking about it… just kidding…just tell me something, something I can go to sleep with?” he urged playfully.

I looked around the room again at Lance who was putting on an undershirt now. Nick was relentless with his interrogation. I knew I had to feed him something since he was the agent that worked hard to secure my reunion with Lance.

“Okay, okay…all I can say is I cried before, after and during sex. It was that beautiful. Is that okay for you?”

He paused for a second to absorb my statement then his next reaction was to giggles, faint giggles smothered on the other line. I knew this little bit of information would tickle him. I don’t know why I even bothered clueing him in on my little romantic episode.

“Laugh all you want…I’m hanging up, I’ll…”

“Hey,” I heard Lance call out to me as he walked towards me with interest. “Don’t hang up. I told you I wanted to talk to him.”

I stared at him blankly. “I thought you were kidding?”

“No, I wasn’t.” He grabbed the phone from my hand before I could reconsider and stared at me for a second, waiting for me to excuse him.

“Oh...okay,” I goofed. “Oh, it’s a personal call. I get it. I’ll be right here getting dressed.”

I walked over to the other end of the room, pretending to get dressed, but Lance wasn’t having it. He asked me to go to the bathroom to let him talk privately, hesitant I did. I was apt to obeying my man this time.

In the bathroom I eavesdropped on their conversation but the thick bathroom doors were not going to make that task easy. I couldn’t make head or tail out of the bits and pieces I overheard, everything came out in muffled whispers. Lance’s voice was deep, drowned out not shrilly like Nick’s if not I would have been able to make out something, one word at the most.

The next thing I heard was Lance calling out my name when they were done.

“So how did it go?” I asked, suspiciously.

“Okay,” he replied, scratching his chin. “He’s a pretty cool guy too.”

“I meant what did you guys have to talk about that was so important?” I wrapped my arms around Lance’s narrow shoulders seductively.

“Oh...that.” He hissed. “Nothing important. I wanted to know what you would like for your birthday?”

“Is that…is that what all the secrecy was about…I told you I have what I want right here.” I pulled him into me closer, feeling the bulge rub in between my legs.

“I know but I taught maybe you might want something else, something maybe Nick would know about since he knows you so well. Forget it,” he brushed off, afraid of getting too sentimental on me. He finished this off by planting soft sweltering kiss on me.

“Did you miss me…when I went away did you ever think about me?” I asked when we pulled from the kiss, my eyes still half-closed.

“Everyday. So bad it hurt cos I was too ashamed to tell the guys about it. I just suffered in silence. And you?”

“What do you think? I used to draw hearts around your name…” I saw him laugh at this. “Yeah, I know I was doped up on drugs I didn’t know what I was doing. But I’m glad it’s all over now.”

“Me too. Me too,” he trailed off as we reunited for another kiss.

Lance decided to keep me a secret from his friends. He felt this would not be the best of times to go unleashing his new lover on them since they had so much piled up on their plate, the tour, the new album, press conferences, etc. He asked that I wait a week or two so he could prepare a special entrance for our “coming” out, so to speak. I agreed. It was my turn to do some compromising.

We hid out in his hotel room for the next couple of days in New York and planned to leave the day after his guys had checked out. Nick left the next day after my birthday. He left a polite note on my door that simply read goodbye. It was so touching that I gushed with emotions just reading it. I couldn’t tear away from it, that I stored it in a special place amongst my gear, looking at every stray minute. Why hadn’t he waited to tell me goodbye personally? Did he feel I was in safe hands now?

Lance planned on taking me somewhere special when we checked out. I didn’t argue, I got on a flight and obeyed him without asking too many questions that would ruin the surprise. The flight was to Las Vegas. Unknown to me, we were to meet Stef, my sister.

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