India laughed as she read yet another e-mail from a former student, harassing her about the photos of her and Nick at his birthday party. As far as she could tell, anyone who had ever known her had seen the pictures and wanted to get in contact with her because of them. Even Mr. Crutchley had sent her a short note, telling her that had she not already quit and had pulled a stunt like that, nothing would have been able to save her from the school board then.
The whole thing was hysterical to her… she couldn’t believe what a big deal people would turn anything into. Had she and Nick been any other couple in a club- it would have been no big deal. It wouldn’t have even been a deal at all. Probably five other couples did the same thing they did that night and no one took notice… except for them, because of Nick. Everyone watching was going to be something she was going to have to get used to… whether she liked it or not.
~~~
“Are you EVER going to give me any details?” Chasity asked.
India twisted the hotel’s phone cord around her finger, “What do you want to know?”
“Everything! You have to be my vicarious experience, little sister.” Chasity said.
“Why don’t you just go out and find your own?” India asked.
“What makes you think I’m not trying?” Chasity asked, defensively.
India quickly backed away from that line of questioning. “Okay… if you want details, you have to ask questions.”
Chasity thought for a moment, “Is he loud?”
“No… he’s not loud… but he’s never quiet… he talks to me some… He moans a little… he’s got this really low growly sound that he makes that’s sexy as hell… and he always says my name when he cums…“ India said, a shiver running through her body as she imagined the noises he’d make.
“Ohhhh… how’s his orgasm face?”
“Oh god… it’s… orgasmic! Totally, totally beautiful… his eyes close and he might scrunch his face up a little- wrinkle his nose, little crinkles around his eyes… lips parted just a little…” India nearly had to fan herself as she closed her eyes, the picture of Nick at the moment of release very clear in her mind.
“Foreplay?”
“He is the master.” India replied. “He, like, loves going down on me… I guess, at least… he does it all the time and I never have to hint for it. I mean, every now and then he won’t… if we’re just having a get-your-rocks-off quickie… but usually he takes plenty of time and I’m almost there when things are just really getting started… then we actually have sex and… wow… “
“Wow?” Chasity asked, her voice full of envious curiosity.
“Yeah… wow… like I’ll be so close and then he’ll stop whatever he’s doing and get inside me… just feeling him go in is almost enough to get me off… and the he starts moving and he’ll bite me and touch me… and I just… I don’t understand how he can keep me hanging on the edge.. feeling so good for so long… it’s amazing… he’s amazing.” India told her, wishing Nick would walk through the door so they could do all the things she was talking about again.
“I am so jealous it’s not even funny.” Chasity whined.
“I’m starting to get so horny thinking about all this it’s not even funny.” India said.
“What’s your favorite position with him?” Chasity inquired.
“Uhhh…” India had to stop and think for a second. “I don’t think I can pick one. I love being underneath him when he’s on top… I love being on top so I can really watch him… let him play with me… I love doing it doggie-style and watching in a mirror… I like being up against a wall… having him hold me there…”
“Alright, alright… you’re torturing me here!” Chasity said, stopping her from continuing. “I gotta get a man.”
“I gotta get off.” India mumbled, even more eager for Nick’s return.
“At least you’ve got someone to help you do that.” Chasity remarked.
“And you’ve got a whole closet full of toys to help you until you find someone.” India shot back.
“Bitch.”
“Maybe… but I’m a bitch that’s getting laid.” India said, cackling.
~~~
Nick walked into the hotel room, wondering why all the lights were out. He heard music playing, one of India’s favorite songs, so he figured she wasn’t sleeping. He put his bag on the table near the door and crept further into the room, looking around. There was just a little late afternoon sunlight spilling into the room from where the curtains didn’t quite meet… the fell across the bed, where India lay, naked.
“Put me on the table…make me say your name…”*
He watched as her hands moved slowly over her body, lingering momentarily on her chest, then pausing to caress her breasts and pay special attention to her nipples, first teasing them with her fingers, then gently rubbing her palms over them.
“I can make you scream…kiss it, make it better…”*
He was glad she hadn’t heard him come in… this was a show he certainly didn’t want to miss. He didn’t know what she’d think of him watching, but he wasn’t about to take his eyes off of her. He swallowed hard as her hands moved further down her body, skimming over her stomach and hips. He could feel his heart pounding and was almost afraid she’d be able to hear it and would stop what she was doing. He found the song to be very appropriate, “oh my god” was about the only complete thought he could form at the moment.
“Oh my god… go a little bit slower… Oh my god… let me feel you baby…”*
A shiver ran down his spine as he heard her moan softly, her hands slipping between her thighs. From where he was standing, he couldn’t really see much… as quietly as possible he took a few steps to where he was able to look straight on at her, and get a generous view of the action between her spread legs.
“Climb my sugar walls… Lickity lick, not too quick, it’s a slick ride….”*
He watched closely as she began moving her fingers in a rhythm, trying to learn just the way she touched herself… figure out what he was doing right already, and what he could do better. He couldn’t believe how much hotter the room seemed to have gotten since he’d just been standing and watching her.
“This can be really easy… it doesn’t have to be hard… Here baby let me show you.. I’ll have you climbing up the walls…”*
He was mesmerized with the motions – he’d never really thought about just what she’d do when she got herself off… he’d always just assumed it was a more complicated process than what he had to do for himself… and left it at that. But watching her… the repetitions, the variations… the way she seemed to tease herself to the point of almost letting go, then stopping and switching to something else to draw it out.
“You like the top and the bottom… and when you rock then you’ve got ‘em… Oh my god…”*
He knew that when her back arched and she gasped for a breath of air that she was too close to hold off anymore… her body trembled and tensed… but her fingers never stopped moving… as soon as her orgasm seemed to subside, she gasped again fell back into the pillow.
Nick couldn’t help but continue to stare, eyes wide, jaw hanging slightly open, the scene he’d just witnessed already beginning to replay in his mind. He knew that he’d just found his new favorite fantasy for when he was getting himself off.
India took a few deep breaths, feeling much more relaxed now that she’d had her release. Talking on the phone with Chasity had begun to wind her up.. and after they’d hung up, she’d continued to think about the things they’d been talking about and finally she could stand it no more… she couldn’t wait for Nick. She sat up and opened her eyes, intending to head to the shower to get ready for whenever Nick would return, and shrieked in surprise when she saw him at the end of the bed.
“You’re back!”
Nick nodded, “Just in time it looks like…”
India smirked a little, knowing he’d most likely seen everything, if she could accurately judge by the bulge in his track pants. “Little bit late, actually.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled her to him, kissing her temple. “What got you so impatient?”
India moved to sit in his lap and wrap her arms around him, “I was on the phone with Chas… we were talking about sex… and just thinking about you and how good you are to me… turned me on so much… I couldn’t wait for you.”
“I don’t think I mind, really. “ Nick chuckled. Hell no, he didn’t mind what he’d walked in on… although seeing her meant he was going to have to go do the same thing himself now.
India gave him a sexy little smirk and kissed him on the softly on the lips. “How was your day?”
“Really good. We finished up another song… I’m really happy with the way this one turned out,” he told her. “Why don’t you come to the studio with me tomorrow and listen to it?”
“Can I?” she asked. For some reason, the studio had seemed to be sort of … forbidden. Like it was this mysterious, secret place where only the singers and musicians were supposed to go, and she, being neither one, should not be.
“Yeah, why couldn’t you?” Nick asked her, arching his eyebrow. He wondered if her choosing to stay at the hotel everyday had anything to do with her thinking she couldn’t be with him. Although, he never really had extended an invitation to her, he’d just figured she’d have known that she was welcome anywhere he was.
“I don’t know… I just thought it was like… restricted access or something.”
“No… you can be anywhere I am. Do you want to go with me?”
“Yeah!” She was instantly excited at the idea of being able to see where he made his music and maybe watch him work a little.
Nick smiled and kissed her again, knowing she’d be pleased with the surprise he had for her.
~~~
India walked into the studio, holding Nick’s hand and eyes wide, taking in everything around her. There appeared to be zillions of buttons, knobs, gauges, meters… then speakers, mics, and tons of other equipment she couldn’t even actually identify. “Whoa… remind me not to touch anything.”
Nick laughed, “That’s the fun part… fiddling around with everything ‘til it sounds just right.”
“There will be no fiddling for me.” India stated, pulling a chair from the soundboard to the middle of the room where everything was out of reach for her. “I’ll just sit here and look at everything.”
He chuckled at her as he looked around for the tape he’d finished yesterday, and set up the controls for playback. “You ready to hear this?”
“Yeah!” India sat back in the chair and closed her eyes, ready to listen and excited to be one of the first to hear one of his new songs.
Nick pushed ‘play’ and moved to sit on the counter, alongside the soundboard, where he could watch India as she listened.
As soon as the music started, something about the song sounded very familiar, but she couldn’t figure out what it was.
“God I love the sweet taste of India, lingers on the tip of my tongue… gotta love the sweet taste of India, blame it on the beat of the drum…”*
India’s eyes flew open as she heard she heard the first lines of the song, and she looked over at Nick in complete surprise. She started to say something, but Nick held his hand up, indicating for her to just wait.
“Gotta know what’s gotten into you… Her yin and yang is just the thing… she’s unpredictable, my friend… It’s like your first taste of love, that sets your heart on fire… and if you let her stuff get into you, it will be all that you desire… when you make love to a sweet tantric priestess you drink in the bliss of delight… This time I’m gonna get it right… to think of what I’ll get tonight… just lookin’ for a little taste… a taste of India…” *
India sat, astonished, through the rest of the song, unable to believe what she was hearing. She loved Aerosmith’s version of the song, but had to admit, she was now completely partial to this one. Nick was singing “her” song. And he was sitting just a few feet from her, smiling at her expression.
As the song ended, he watched her get up and motion for him to come to her. He sat down in the chair she’d been sitting in when she asked him to, and slipped his arms around her waist when she curled up in his lap. “What did you think?” he asked.
“That was… fuckin’ awesome.” She said, quietly.
When she looked up at him, he could see that she’d teared up some, and thought that to be kind of a strange reaction to a song she usually found very sexy. He slipped his hands on the sides of her face and brought her lips to his for a kiss. “Why do you look like you’re about to cry?”
“Nick! You recorded a song with my name in it! That’s so cool!” she exclaimed, thinking it almost silly he wouldn’t understand why she was emotional.
He smiled, “I’m glad you like it.”
“I LOVE IT!!!!” she slid her hand around to the back of his neck and pulled him to her for another kiss. When she broke the kiss, she asked, “You said you love the taste of India… what exactly do I taste like?”
Nick looked right into her eyes and said, “My dreams. Everything I’ve ever wanted.”
India couldn’t help but gasp softly at the intense, serious look in his “can’t lie” blue eyes. She couldn’t even think of any way to respond to that much truth.
***
“So, are you going to come with me more often now?” Nick asked India as they walked out of the studio.
“I’d love to… but are you sure I won’t distract you?”
“You won’t… you can be my inspiration.” He said, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
“So I can be your muse, huh?” India gave him a little smile, “I’m pretty sure I could find a few ways to inspire you.”
(*= “Oh my god”- P!nk)
(*= “Taste of India”- Aerosmith)