Rocker (Rockstar BBW Romance) (6 page)

Stevie and I stayed on the dance floor for a while. Touching him was so overwhelming. I didn’t know why he’d left me in the Best Western like that, and I didn’t care, now. I put my head on his chest and he held me. All my former classmates went back to their night. We kissed.

The DJ had pumped it up, but Stevie and I took it slow. “I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear. Holding hands we went outside to talk with most of the eyes in the gym following us as we went. Stevie looked stunning in a leather jacket and a 3 day beard. I felt a bit oafish, but cute.

“I didn’t know what I was doing,” Stevie told me as the fresh air hit us on the big concrete patio in front of El Dorado High. “I think you and I had only been asleep a couple of minutes when my brother banged on the door,” he said. We sat down on a wooden bench with a commemorative plaque. “I slipped away from you. You were out cold. Karl, my brother, started yelping about us being on the next flight to New York. I was bleary eyed and confused. I hadn’t unpacked. Karl grabbed my bag while I put my clothes on. I watched you sleeping. You were beautiful.”

Our mouths came together in a storm of passion. No fireworks on earth could compare to what was going off in my body. He stopped. He had to finish telling me his story.

“So, I don’t know what happen,” Stevie continued, “I wasn’t thinking. I thought, I’d call you later. I didn’t want to wake you. Why didn’t I leave a note? I’ve asked myself that over and over the last couple of days. Anyway, I didn’t have your number or know your last name. So, I figured out the name of the grocery store, online. I called up and talked to some older guy. I asked if he could tell me your number, he said no. I asked if he could tell me your last name, he hung up on me.”

I was the happiest girl in the world. We kissed and then kissed some more. There was no way my life had turned around this profoundly. It felt like a movie. “Why?” I managed eventually, “Why… Where did you run off to?”

“That’s the other thing. The last few days have been insane. The record company and producer that we were hoping to work with got us tickets out of SFO into JFK. They had a limo waiting for us and everything. We signed a recording contract in New York!”

I was elated and scared at the same time. I had Stevie back, but now he might be famous. “Fantastic,” I said.

“Yeah, we wanted to work with Astral Records more than anyone on the planet.”

“Really?”

Yeah, because they’re OK with us giving our albums away for free. They encourage it. They get the new way that records come out now.”

Stevie and I went back into the gym, but it looked so different. It had loomed like a big intimidating event in my life. One I didn’t think I could handle. Now it seemed small. It seemed to dim in comparison to Stevie. We sat with Rodney, who was smashed, and Tara for a while. Tara seemed at a loss for words for the first time since I’d known her. She just kept looking at Stevie and over at me in disbelief.

Then Stevie and I got on out of there. We stopped by Mom’s and my place so I could pick up a few things. It was embarrassing, but I had to have some comfortable clothes.  Mom was sound asleep, so I brought Stevie in and he sat on my twin bed while I packed a few things. I changed into some jeans and t-shirt and we headed for Stevie’s hotel down in San Francisco.

Stevie had rented a mid-sized Ford to drive over to Placerville. We cruised in the new car out of town on Route 50. The lights of the night passed us by. We made it on down to I-5 in what seemed like minutes. I remember a passing a semi-truck weigh station; everything looked bright, mysterious, and wonderful. “Do you have any of your music?” I asked suddenly remembering that i didn’t even know what Mercury 7 sound like.

“Yeah, I’ve got a bunch of it on my phone, but this car doesn’t have an mp3 jack.”

“Got some headphones?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Stevie said. He was so low key about it; I almost thought he didn’t want me to hear it. He got me sorted out on his device and started the playlist of his own music. The first thing I thought when it started listening was, we were meant to be together.

His music was so me. I mean I loved it instantly. It was soulful, upbeat, simple, with interesting lyrics. It was moving. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but what I was hearing was perfect. I closed my eyes and sat back in my seat. I looked over at Stevie once and he just smiled, relaxed and confident. He knew it was good. He knew we were good.

“Fantastic, Stevie,” I said as my eyes got misty.

He nodded. “Thanks,
Just April
.”

The beat was so smooth. Mercury 7 music would be good just instrumental. The vocal harmonies were good enough to listen to the group
a cappella
. I was astounded by the quality and how terrific the tracks where. I couldn’t believe it took them 2 years to get a recording contract.

Then of course I got anxious. What if he gets famous? He can’t be famous with a fat girlfriend. Screw it. He could start a trend.

I took an ear bud out of my left ear and asked him, “Is this Missouri music. Stevie and Karl were born and raised in Missouri. The two of them had met the rest of the band in LA.

He chuckled softly. The red tail lights on the highway were magic. The headlights coming the other way were hope. Should I let myself fall headlong in love like this? Too late. Should I tell him I love him? I love him. I love him. I love him.

I leaned my seat back. I rolled my head toward him. He shook my knee. “Been to San Fran much?” he said.

“Yeah, my dad used to love to take my big sister and me down to Fisherman's Wharf for the day.”

“Where’s he?”

“Died when I was 18.”

“What happened?” he said glancing over at me.

“Uh, drank himself to death I think. He was the life of the party.” Mercury 7’s music was pumping into my right ear. “I loved my dad so much,” I said as a single tear ran down my cheek and into the headrest. I closed my eyes.

“That’s a good thing,” Stevie said.

“Yeah,” I whispered. What about your parents?”

“Happy and healthy back in Blue Springs, Missouri. They’ve been together since Mom’s 16th birthday. She’s 57.”

“You’re 27, right?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he whispered and I drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice on the song track:

you brought me to my knees

you
shook me to the core

but
I don’t need you anymore

I don’t need

you

any

more

I awoke to the bright lights of the big city. I watched Stevie driving through the empty city streets. So, this
was
real.

We were in his hotel’s lobby by 2am which was the shank of the evening for us night owls. It was a big step up from the Best Western Placerville. It had a huge atrium lobby that went all the way to the top of the building. Like twenty stories I’d guess.

We got up to Stevie’s room on the 17th floor. Kind of scary looking down over that inner balcony at the indoor pool below. Once in his room we noticed a person in one of the beds. My heart went zero to sixty in a second. Then I realized it was a man. “Get the hell up,” Stevie said.

The man grunted.

“Hey,” Stevie uncovered the man, grabbed him by the arm, yanked him up, and said, “Go to your own room.”

“What?” the man said, irritated.

Stevie yanked him to standing position. Oh my god, the man was gorgeous, barely awake, in baggy boxer shorts and tattoos. “Go to your own room, Karl.”
 

“Oh, man, just let me stay in here tonight,” Karl said and then he noticed me. He looked me over with her bloodshot eyes. “You’re kicking me out for this cow?”

Stevie pushed him hard toward the door.
“I already bitch-slapped one asshole tonight. Apologize!” Stevie demanded.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” Karl said.

“Now get the fuck out,” Stevie told him.

As the door closed, Stevie said, “There are five of us in the band. Since I’m the oldest, I usually get my own room, but Karl’s my little brother and when we’re getting along we hang out a lot. He’s a bastard, but I love him.

I looked at him wide eyed. He stepped to me. We were chest to chest, but not touching. We kissed softly with our lips the only parts of our bodies meeting. It was so delicious.

He broke first and took my t-shirt over my head. I brought my hands down onto his hips. He gripped my upper arms. Our kisses were wet, deep, and spectacular.

I guided his hips into me, and then grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and took it over his head. What a man. What a torso. He was all muscle and musk. He reached around me and got my bra undone. We embraced.

My soft breasts were pressed against his hard chest. He looked at me in wonder. “I missed you,” he whispered.

“Me, too,” I whispered back.

I pushed away from him and fell to my knees in front of him. I don’t know what came over me. Last week, last month, last year, in my last lifetime, I would have never made that move. But on that night, I had his belt unbuckled, jeans unbuttoned, and zipper opened like I did it for living. I pushed his jeans back off of his hips and began to slide them down. I grabbed the top of his white knit boxers and brought them down from the sides, slowly. I watched as I exposed him. His pubic hair was full, but he wasn’t a hairy guy. He was my perfect fantasy come to life. I wanted to please him more than anything.

I slid his jeans and boxers on down. I pulled his boots off and got him completely nude. I brought my head back, licked my lips, and looked up at him. I began to gently stroke his shaft. He moaned and said, “April, baby.”

I pushed his now rigid cock back up toward his stomach and licked all along the bottom. Unbelievably, to me, I was ecstatic. I brought his thick monster back down and, looking him right in the eyes. I rose up tall on my knees to get a good angle.

I never got out of Placerville much, but I’m a woman of the world. I knew if I was good at this, he would never forget me. How many Rubenesque, 23-year-old women, that are good at oral, does a man run into in his life?

I continued to stroke him with my right hand while I started to feed his thick girth into the back of my mouth. I relaxed with all my
Cashier Girl
abilities.

I did. I just relaxed as deeply as I could and let him do my mouth. It is what Tara had told me so many times. “It’s literally their favorite thing in the world,” Tara had said about men. “Let him do all the work. Let him fuck your face and you will own him.” Maybe my time with Tara hadn’t all been a waste. I was completely Stevie’s. I wanted to make him completely mine.

I moaned with pleasure and it wasn’t fake. Even though my throat and jaw were as relaxed as possible, I kept my tongue alive. The bottom of his cock belonged to my tongue. I just matched his pace and let him fuck my mouth. At one point, he popped out. I grabbed him, and whispered, “I love sucking your cock,” and put him back in.

“April,” he moaned and worked his hard ass cheeks forward and backward, as time morphed into bliss.

I went back to work on him. We were in synch. He began to speed up. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking good, April.”

He bent, causing his cock to come out of my mouth, grasped me under the arms, and pulled me up to him. He passionately went to work on my neck, kissing and scraping his teeth on me. He bent again, undid my jeans, and got me naked in short order. Stevie stripped the bed that hadn’t been slept in, and then I was sprawled on the mattress and he was on me, between my legs.

He began to work his way down my body, but I was already soaked with passion. “I want you in me,” I said.

He pulled up and said, “Just a second.”