I think I’ve found him, Mama! I’m finally bringin’ someone home for you to meet!
Now I don’t know if he finds me all of those things, but I’d like to dream a bit. I know that he fits all of my need and want categories that I’ve set for myself throughout my lifetime, so therefore I’m hanging on to him!
I still ponder the thought of how Chelle and Nick found this perfect man for me. I mean, they could have set me up with any loser in the world, yet they found Mr. Right on the first try. I don’t know, something seems awfully fishy here…
After date number five with Howie, I was hooked. He was like a very quick-forming habit for me. Never before had I ever been this attracted to a man, and I couldn’t wait to hear from him again or for us to set up the next date. If I went a day without hearing from him, I got nervous that maybe he’d moved on, and found someone he liked more than me. Then when he would call, I’d get this stupid grin on my face while I was talking to him, trying to keep the smile out of my voice so that he wouldn’t know JUST how much I was glad to hear from him. He was truly the man of my dreams.
Every time I would come home from a date, I’d find Nick and Chelle curled up together in the living room watching a movie or out on the deck overlooking the beach while whispering to each other. I wanted that. I wanted that with Howie. And dammit, I was going to have it!
"Yoohoo! Earth to Jana! Please come back from Howieland!"
Snapping myself out of my daydream mode, I quickly shot a dirty look to Chelle and pulled the covers over my head.
"Go ‘way."
"No way Jose. Not until you tell me about the date with Howie last night. Did you two get it on finally?"
"If we had gotten it on, would I be here? I think not, I’d be curled up beside him in bed or my head would be in his lap. I would most definitely, NOT, be here."
"Sheesh. What’s a girl to do for some information around here? Hell, even Nick can’t get anything out of Howie about you two. What is going on? I set you up, I deserve to know. Wait, I have a RIGHT to know what I’ve created. Now start talking or I’m going to start singing…"
"Dear God, anything but that! What do you want to know? I’m at your mercy, just PLEASE don’t sing! Leave it to the professional in the house!"
"Heyyyyyy! I’m not that bad!"
"Trust me, the dogs sing better than you do. What do you want to know, I’ll tell you. BUT, I do reserve the right to withhold any information I see fit. Something’s a lady NEVER shares," I giggled, wagging my eyebrows at her.
"Lady, my ass."
"Well? Time is ticking; I’m not laying here in bed all day. I’ve got a man to see…"
"Have you done it?"
"I guess you’re asking if we’ve had sex, and the answer is no. Not that I haven’t been very willing to give it up to him. God, the things that man can do with his tongue! I’m ready to find out his other hidden talents…"
"When are you two going to finally get around to doing it? I mean, come on, me and Nick didn’t take this long to get our groove on!"
"That would be because you two are a couple of horny freaks who have to have sex all the time. Me and Howie, we prefer to take our time. Enjoy the little things. Really savor the relationship and all that is included…"
"Bullshit. You two are just too coward to ask the other one."
"Okay, maybe that too. BUT, we really want to get to know each other before we hit that step. And I’m thinking he’s already knowing about all there is to know about me, so anytime is fine with me!"
"That’s my girl!"
"God Chelle, I’ve never been like this before with a guy. I mean, everything about him is so important to me, I want to be perfect for him. I want to know everything about him, know what he’s thinking, feeling. I want to know how to make him happy, horny and everything in between. I want to make a good impression on his mother because she is so important to him, and I want him to think that I’m important too. I want his family to like me and to think that I might just be worthy enough of him to be for him. I’ve never felt like this before, and I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared that I’m going to fuck this up and I’m going to lose him. And we’ve only been together a couple of weeks!"
"It’s called love, and I think I’ve lost you to it!"
I sat there in my bed, my knees drawn to my chin, the covers tucked all around me. Trying to comprehend that it could possibly be love, I had to shake my head to get those crazy thoughts out of my head.
"It can’t be love. I mean, we’ve known each other three weeks, two days and about 13 hours. That’s not enough time to fall in love. It’s not love…"
"Quit trying to talk yourself out of it. You’re in love with him, and you want him BAD. Deal with it!"
"Hell yeah, I want him! Have you seen the man? He’s fine as hell!"
"Yes I’ve seen him, and no, I don’t agree with you. But that’s because we have different tastes in men, and obviously, mine is better!" She said, flouncing out of the room, throwing the words behind her.
I just barely missed her head with the pillow I threw at her out the door. Damn.
~*~*~*~
Singing to myself, I gingerly stepped out of the shower, navigating the small rug that I had on the floor, muttering about how I need to buy a bigger one. I hate dripping water on the floor and then walking through it in a pair of socks. Ugh!
The door slammed open, and I turned my head in annoyance to stare at Chelle.
"Can’t a girl have any privacy?"
"Not in this house."
"What on earth do you want now? You’ve picked my brains about Howie, I’ve seen all the disasters that you two have left after fucking everywhere in the house, what more do I need to know?"
"I need to talk to you. Tonight sometime."
"I’m going out with Howie. It’s gonna have to wait until after the date or until tomorrow."
"C’mon! Can’t you spare some time with your best friend for a little heart to heart?"
"Under normal circumstances, I’d be all yours for however long it takes. But, I’ve got a man, and I’m horny. So therefore, everything is shot out of the window because of that small, little detail."
"Fine. Tonight after you get home."
"I don’t guarantee coherent statements, or that I’ll show. But I’ll try my best…"
"I guess that’s all I can ask for. But it IS kind of important…"
"FINE! I’ll be home tonight, coherently talking, and all yours. I may not be happy, but I’ll be here," I grumbled, smiling at her to let her know that it was actually okay, I was just playing with her a little bit.
"Good, I’ll see you after you devour Howie."
"If I get to devour Howie, I ain’t gonna be home tonight. ‘Cause that’s gonna take all night, and then some of the morning, afternoon and night of tomorrow. So I’ll behave, try to get Lil’ Winkie to stay inside for the night, and be home later."
"LIL’ WINKIE?!?" She shrieked.
"Well, I call him Winkie," I sighed, "and obviously his cock is not bigger than he is, or else I would have known that by now, so I call it Lil’ Winkie."
"Oh my God."
"I know I’m a genius. You can put my tip on the dresser as you leave my room. Now go! I’ve got to get ready!"
"I cannot believe she’s already named it, and she hasn’t even seen it," I heard her mutter as she walked out of my room.
I started my singing again, smiling to myself in the mirror as I thought about my upcoming date with Howie. How did I get so damn lucky? Good friends, hot man, good job and healthy family? I couldn’t ask for more.
~*~*~*~
‘God I love men,’ I thought to myself as I drove myself home from my date. ‘Obviously, some of them were put here on this Earth just for the pure satisfaction of women. I know mine definitely was…’
Just thinking of him gave me goosebumps. Tonight had to be the best date so far, hands down. He took us out to a private cove owned by a friend, and had a picnic dinner waiting for us on the beach. He thought of everything. Right down to identical hair ties for us to use in order to control our long hair in the wind. The wine was perfect, dinner was scrumptious, and the company was so hot I could have cooked the dinner on his skin. Damn he looked good! He was dressed in khaki cargo pants and a deep purple shirt unbuttoned over a white tank top; I could barely contain my tongue in my mouth. Since I had no idea that he had planned this, I didn’t really dress for it, but he had sandals (in my size of course) waiting for me in the back seat of his new car. He had gotten rid of the Corvette, and was now sporting a brand new Dodge Stealth in his favorite color. He even let me drive it back!
We talked all night, went for a walk down the beach holding hands or wrapped in each other’s arms, enjoying the sunset and the weather. Under the moonlight, we kissed on the blanket, his body covering mine as our hands roamed each other’s body. It took so much to stop; we were almost to the point of no return when he drug his mouth from mine. Our heavy breathing matching the beating of our hearts, and we giggled in embarrassment of our loss of control. He pulled me to a sitting position, moved behind me, and stretched his legs out beside mine. His arms came around me, and we talked about our thoughts for the future.
Silently, I drove back to the restaurant that he had invited me to in the beginning, to throw off his surprise at the beach. My right hand was sitting on the gearshift, and his hand covered it. We didn’t speak; we were comfortable in the silence together. I slipped the car into a parking space near my car, and we got out of the car together.
He walked me back to my car, and we stood outside it, hugging each other.
"You know, tonight on the beach, I really didn’t want to stop."
I quizzically looked at him, my face showing my confusion at his confession.
"Then why did you?"
Turning us around so that his back was leaned up against my car, and my body pillowed by his, he stroked my hair.
"Because I want it to be perfect. Sure, tonight would have been great; I know that as much as you do. Us together, anywhere, anytime will be great. But I want, man; I don’t know what I want. But I know that tonight wasn’t it. I don’t want to rush us into anything that we’re not ready for, and the way that I see it, we have the rest of our lives to get to that. I guess what I’m trying to say is two things. One, I can see us together for a long time down the road. Like at our parent’s age. I see that now. And two, I wanna make you burn, shiver, shake and yearn for me. I want you to be as crazy for me as I am for you, and not to settle for anything less than that. I think we deserve it."
I pulled back and stared into his eyes. A small smile played across my lips as we just looked at each other.
"You know Howie, I already burn for you. I have since that first night that I met you. And I am looking so forward to when we are with each other. I know that there is already a fire building within us, and it’s just about to engulf us in its flames. And after that, nothing will ever compare to us together. I think we’re meant to be together."
His sweet little smile took over his face and he brought his lips to mine. Quietly we said good night and went our separate ways.
Pulling into the garage reminded me that I had to talk to Chelle about something tonight. Grabbing my bag from the passenger seat, I made my way into the house.
Looking both ways as I tiptoed through the hallway, I saw no sign of her. ‘Maybe there is a God and I can talk to her tomorrow. All I want to do right now is fall into bed and dream about Howie.’
"So how was it?"
Damn.
"It was perfect…"
"So we did good on this little hook-up?"
"Um hum, you did VERY good."
"Well, I can think of a way for you to say ‘thank you’…"
Oh shit. I turned to face her, looking down the steps to try to judge her facial expression. Seeing something there that didn’t really sit well with me made me uncomfortable.
"Why do I get the feeling this is something I wouldn’t normally agree to?"
"Because it IS something that you wouldn’t normally agree to?"
"What is it?"
"Would you mind engaging in a little Nick worship-fest with me?"
"Do what?"
"I asked him what his fantasy was, and he told me that it was two girls at once. Not necessarily sex, but just two women working on him… It’s something that I want to give him."
"And you’re okay with this whole idea? After everything that went on? You’re just going to allow him to have his little fantasy while you sit back and watch?"
"As long as I get to choose who it is with, I can handle it. Can you handle it?"
"You know, sometimes you really surprise me. I mean, this is about as far out in left-field that you can get, yet you’re acting as if it were just a normal everyday request…"
"Yeah well…"
"Before I agree to this little arrangement, I have one question."
"Sure, what is it?"
"Do I have to see you naked or you see me naked? I mean no offense, but there are something’s that have to be lined out…"
"You’ve already seen me naked."
"THAT was NOT by choice!"
"No, you don’t have to see me naked. I really don’t want to see you naked either. It can be worked around, trust me. This isn’t for us; this is just for him. Therefore, nothing has to occur between us, considering neither of us is interested in that…"
"Nope, I’m not interested. I’ve got my man."
"I know I know. So do you agree to help me with this?"
"I guess, as long as you don’t hate me afterwards…"
"I promise. You’re doing this to help me, in a weird way. So there is no way that I’m going to hate you!"
"Fine…I’ll help."
"Good."
"Now can I go to bed and dream about Howie? That’s been my plan since I left him!"
"What actually happened tonight?"
"I’ll tell you tomorrow! I’m tired, and my head didn’t end up in his lap. So I have to go dream about it…"
I turned on the stairs and went to fall into bed with a smile on my face. ‘Howieland, here I come!’ I thought to myself.
~*~*~*~
‘I cannot believe that I just did that, oh my god,’ kept running through my mind as I took a shower after our little "worship-fest" of Nick. I mean, sure I was doing this for my best friend and her boyfriend, but STILL! Talk about a weird feeling, giving a guy head while his girlfriend (and your best friend!) watch! Never again, that was just too weird.
I know that nothing is going to work its way in between Chelle and me, we made a pact about it. But internally, nothing could stop those little ‘what the hell were you thinking’ thoughts. It was kind of erotic, watching a guy get off while his girlfriend is relinquishing him to you, while she watches. I know that Nick enjoyed it, obviously, if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have needed the mouthwash afterwards. And I could tell that Chelle was watching me the whole time, I could feel her eyes on the top of my head as I bobbed up and down on him. If I know her the way I do, she was analyzing the whole thing. Wondering if I did something different, that maybe he liked more. Did I have a different technique that sent him over the edge in a different way? I don’t think I do anything too "out there," though it makes me wonder too if he’s different with different people. Hmm…
I stepped out of the shower, threw on my bathrobe and padded into my bedroom. I checked my cell phone for any messages I might have missed from work and noticed Howie’s phone number as one on the list. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I towel dried my hair as I dialed the phone to talk to him.
"Hello?"
"Hey there…"
"I was hoping you’d call. I needed to hear your voice…"
"Aw, what’s wrong? How did the meeting with the investor’s go?"
"Nothing’s wrong, I just needed to hear your voice." I smiled at myself, excited that he felt that way. "And the meeting went great, looks like we’re going to be bringing in some of the big dogs for the next couple of quarters, they want to test out the waters a bit."
"That’s great! What are your plans for this weekend? I really want to see you soon…"
"Well, that’s part of the reason I was calling. I was wondering if you would like to head over to Cocoa Beach for the weekend with me…"
Inside I was screaming my fool head off. This was it, the perfect setting and time for us to finally make love. FINALLY!!!!
"That sounds wonderful Howie. I need a bit of relaxation going into next week; I’ve got that trip and all those meetings. I deserve a little break before I lose my mind! What time do you want to leave?"
"I was thinking that you could drive to Orlando, drop your car off at my apartment and then I’d drive us the rest of the way. Then you’d be able to pick up your car on the way back, since I have those meetings early Monday morning with the record label. By the way, could you remind Nick about that? Sometimes he forgets, you know," he laughed.
"No problem. I definitely know how he forgets things. I swear, sometimes I wonder how those pugs ever survived before us. He’ll just tune them out and forget they are there if he’s in the middle of a game. Oh well, they’re in good hands now."
"Definitely good hands. So how does that sound? We’ll come back Sunday afternoon just so that we both have plenty of time to get home and get ready for the week. I’m really looking forward to you seeing my condo. It’s finally finished!"
"It sounds perfect to me. I can’t wait to see it either. You’ve talked so much about it, I already have a picture of it in my head, but I can’t wait to see the real thing. How about after I get off work tomorrow around three, I’ll just head up to Orlando? I’ll pack tonight, get everything ready and load it in my car to be ready to go. What exactly to I need to bring?"
‘God, I hope he says absolutely nothing because we won’t be leaving the condo,’ I said to myself, silently praying that he was thinking the same thing.
"Whatever is comfortable for you. If you want to bring a swimsuit, we can head down to the beach sometime to get some sun. Not that you need any, you’re the perfect color right now. No sunburn for you! I was thinking that maybe Saturday night we could go out for a nice dinner at the best seafood restaurant on this coast. I know the owner, so we’re guaranteed a table whenever we get there. Other than that, just whatever you want to bring. But, all I want you to bring is you. I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight, or my arms, at all this whole weekend…"
Another round of screams went off within me as I conjured up images of exactly what he might have planned for the weekend.
"I’ll see what I can throw together, and see you tomorrow evening. Thank you for inviting me Howie," I said quietly, not wanting to get off the phone, but knowing that I had to get going in order to head to work.
"You’re welcome, though you know that I’ve been thinking of it for weeks. I look forward to sharing all of my things with you soon. I can’t wait for you to meet my family, they’ve already heard all about you, and are hounding me to get you here for dinner. I told them that I was inviting you to the condo, and they tried to talk me into stopping at home for dinner beforehand, but I want you all to myself this weekend. I guess that sounds possessive, but I can’t really help it. I’ve never been like this before with someone…"
"I look very forward to meeting your family, and seeing all these things that make you who you are. Didn’t you say that you shared the condo with Johnny? Will I meet him when we get there?"
"Johnny has been instructed to find other residence for the weekend. Not that I don’t want you two to meet, it’s just that whole possessive thing again. You’re mine!"
"It doesn’t bother me one bit. It just means that I get you all to myself this whole weekend too…"
"Well, babygirl, I need to get off of here. I’m meeting Johnny for breakfast, and I’m already late, so I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Give me a call when you’re leaving work so that I can be home for your arrival," he said.
"I can do that. Have a good day today and tomorrow, I might call tonight. Just so I can hear your voice…"
"I don’t have one problem with that. I’ll look forward to it. Talk to Nicky for me, and I’ll talk to you soon. Bye babygirl…"
"Bye Howie."
I hung up the phone and looked at the person standing in my doorway, who had been standing there for a couple of minutes of the phone call.
"Howie wanted me to remind you of the meeting with the record company on Monday morning."
"Oh, I forgot about that. Thanks."
"He figured that you had, so he just wanted me to pass that along to you."
"He knows me too well sometimes. How is the relationship going? From the way that you ended it, it sounds pretty good. But I just want to hear what you have to say," he said.
"It’s going great. He’s taking me to the condo out at Cocoa Beach for the weekend. Considering all the playing we’ve been doing, I think it’s time that we finally ‘get together,’ if you understand my meaning."
"You mean that you two haven’t had sex yet? I mean, he was quiet about it every time the subject came up, but I never thought that you two were waiting for anything…"
"We’ve just been waiting for the right time for us. I think this weekend it is. We’ve discussed it, and we both know what we want, which is us together. So we’re moving towards that."
"Good for you guys. I’m actually pretty proud of myself, since I had a hand in you two getting together. I finally did something right for a change…"
"You should be proud of yourself, if it hadn’t been for you knowing him and thinking of him when I was looking for Mr. Right, I would have probably never found him. Considering you don’t want us to meet the rest of the guys in the band for some reason…"
"It’s not that I don’t want you guys to meet, it’s just that I kind of like having something separate that I can call my own. It’s nice having friends that aren’t friends with all of us, just something separate. But I’m really glad that you and Howie are working out. You two are perfect for each other, and definitely deserve each other."
"Thanks Nick. I understand what you mean about having friends that are just your friends and not actually affiliated with everyone else. Sometimes it’s just easier that way."
"Yeah it is. Actually I came in here for another reason…"
"Hmm?"
"I wanted to thank you for last night with Chelle. I really had no idea that she was going to ask you to do that for us. And even though a lot of it was for me, I think secretly it’s a fantasy of hers too. So, on behalf of the two of us, thanks. I think that has to be the most erotic thing people have ever done for me. It’s really cool to know that she actually listens to what I say, I mean, I’m not really used to that. She remembered about how I told her the only downfall to getting head is not being able to kiss at the same time. So while you were, ahh, working on me, she was kissing me and all that stuff. I was going crazy!"
"Well good. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Just don’t think it’s going to happen again…" I laughed at his fallen face, and started shoving him out of the room.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that was a one time deal. Now scoot, I’ve got to get to work!"
"Man, that ain’t right. You two tease me with these thoughts of what could happen again, and now you tell me to forget it? Damn…"
"Get over it! I’m sure you can handle just one person from now on, unless she goes with someone else. Which I highly doubt…"
I pushed him out the door and shut the door in his face as he turned around to argue some more. Rolling my eyes, I headed to the closet to pick out my outfit for the day, a smile coming to my lips as I thought about this upcoming weekend with Howie.
‘He’s never going to know what hit him. I’m getting out the EXTRA-special lingerie for him. His jaw is going to hit the floor.’ I thought to myself, a devious gleam in my eye as I glanced at the black silk peeking out of a drawer.
‘Just wait, Howie, until I get my hands on you.’