Wheels of Steel, Book 2 (16 page)

“Come on. Jason told me to keep my eyes on you. Let’s go back and dance.” She gave Belinda a surprised look but followed the woman back into the main room, happy that Belinda was big enough to shove them a path back to the front of the room.

A lot of very good looking guys approached her, but she shyly shook her head no, each time peeking at Jason who was too busy mixing music to notice. Guys and girls were approaching Belinda as well. Most times she kept dancing oblivious to whoever was talking to her, but sometimes Robin caught her grinding against whoever was next to her, moving erotically on the dance floor.

Peter was busy scratching and mixing music, but not too busy to notice. And his strained expression was evidence to his dislike of the situation. What was going on between them?

Amberly was getting knocked around by the crowd as she tried to change out the tape on her camera. Robin helped her, as her fingers moved quicker.

“What’s going on with Belinda and Peter?” She asked.

Amberly just shook her head. “They were like that when I got to the apartment. They must have been fighting.”

Robin kept her eyes on Belinda and her drinking, but she also began to warm up to the crowd and to jam to the music. It was during the second hour that she heard the familiar beat for the Wheels of Steels hit; MORE LOVE. Everyone whooped and she was surprised herself. She thought that since the group was technically broken up that they would only play new music. Robin closed her eyes and felt herself being carried away by the song that had first awakened her to Jason. She never thought that she could allow herself to become lost in a crowd, but it was easy; especially when all eyes were on Peter and Jason and not on her. And so she allowed herself to dance to herself, feeling the music move her.

Amberly nudged her quickly. She opened her eyes feeling disoriented but the petite girl was pointing to the stage. She looked up quickly, expecting Jason to be having a seizure or something. But it was Peter, not having a seizure but pointing at her. He cupped his hands around his mouth and was mouthing something. She strained to understand. He repeated what he was mouthing. Where is Belinda. That is what he was saying.

Robin looked around quickly. Shit. Belinda was gone. She looked back to Link and raised her hands, indicating that she didn’t know. She pointed to herself and pointed out towards the other room, indicating that she would find her. Link nodded quickly, resuming with his part of MORE LOVE. She headed to the bar, looking around for the tall corseted woman. And while there were throngs of people there, drinking what their share of the twenty-five dollar entrance price allotted them, none of those people was Belinda.

She pushed her way through the room, but it was like weaving through a sea of bodies. Someone stepped on her foot and she yelped, someone else pushed past her and she thought she was going to hit the floor. Damn, this was no fun! What was fun about a crowd of drunken people?! Then she felt something brushing against her ass and she narrowed her eyes and looked around. She couldn’t figure out who had done it and so was forced to just keep moving.

Robin was afraid to go outside since they hadn’t stamped her. She was just not willing to risk a repeat of last week. She did ask some people coming in if they had seen a six foot tall woman wearing a corset. And someone had asked what the punch line was.

She turned back around and threaded her way back through the room. She passed Amberly who indicated that she hadn’t had seen her but was going to check the bathrooms next. Robin offered to check upstairs. It was much less crowded upstairs and she moved quickly from room to room opening doors to the sight of half nude people making out—always surprised that they never locked them. In the third room she found Belinda making out with a guy. She was so drunk that she was half knocked out and Robin’s first thought was that the guy had slipped Rohypnol into her drink. She was about to go off before she realized that Belinda was a very willing participant as she was busily tugging off the guy’s pants.

“Belinda.” Robin said in embarrassment. “You need to come with me!”

“No,” she said. Then she pulled the guy back down to her. He was looking back and forth from the two women, seeming a bit unsure.

“Belinda…” Robin began to wring her hands trying to think of some way to get her out of this room and away from this big mistake that she was about to make.

“This isn’t the way. Um…passing the AIDS just because you’re angry. This boy doesn’t want your disease.” The boy violently pushed Belinda away and hiked up his pants. He was cursing up a storm and pushed past Robin and out the door. Belinda just lay on the messy, unmade bed staring at the ceiling.

“What are you doing?” Robin sat down next to her. “Are you trying to push Peter away?!”

“Fuck Peter.” She said while pulling herself up to a sitting position. “It’s all about dick, right? I can get that from anyone.” Robin shook her head.

“What are you talking about?”

Belinda licked her lips, removing the last traces of what remained of her lipstick. “After I left you the other day, I called Peter to come get me. I was so…excited for him to see that I could be pretty.”

“He didn’t like it?” Robin asked softly.

“No. He loved it. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me. We did it all night long. Then when I was lying in his arms, I asked him.” Belinda looked at her. “You know, about us being in a relationship.” Belinda sighed and pressed her fingers to her eyes. Wetness appeared on her fingers, along with a smear of mascara.

“What did he say?”

Belinda frowned. “He said that if he wanted to be in a relationship, then I’m the person that he’d want to be in one with. But that’s not what he wants.” Belinda covered her face. “I was so embarrassed Robin,” she sobbed. I just lay there for the rest of the night wishing that I could disappear, or get swallowed up by the earth.”

Robin rubbed her shoulders, feeling the girl’s pain. “Oh Belinda.” Belinda sniffed back her tears and wiped under her eyes, removing any hint of smudging.

“I’m done with him.”

“No, don’t say that. You two are so good together.”

“Robin…I thought he could love me. I thought I could make myself into the type of girl that he could love. But I can’t. So fuck it. I’m done with it and I’m done with him.” Belinda stood up and walked to the door.

“He loves you. He told me to come find you.”

She snorted. “He just misses the fact that he lost his cocksucker.” Robin’s face flamed at the harshness of her words. She followed Belinda out the door and stopped her before she reached the bottom of the stairs. Belinda looked at Robin’s hand on her wrist and she quickly removed it.

“Just…” Belinda said, “tell him I found another way home.”

“Let me take you home, Belinda. Or let Amberly.”

“No.” She turned and walked away. “I’m out of the five musketeers. You fuckers are on your own.” And then she disappeared into the crowd. Robin returned to where Jason and Peter were. Amberly was giving her an expectant look. She leaned in and gave the girl the shortened version of the story; She and Peter were broke up and Belinda was leaving.

“We can’t let her leave! She’s drunk!”

And she was also bigger than the both of them…who was going to stop her?

Peter caught Robin’s eyes, something that she had wanted to avoid for as long as possible. Robin just watched him. He turned to Jason and said something. Jason nodded and then Link wheeled from the stage and toward her and Amberly.

“Where is she?”

“She left.”

Peter sat there frozen. “With someone?”

“I don’t know, Peter. I don’t know.” Robin said. “When I saw her she was alone.”

“But?” Peter added. “There is a ‘but’ isn’t there? That’s her plan, isn’t it?” His brow furrowed when she didn’t answer and he frowned, eyes narrowing angrily. He spun around in his wheelchair and moved back up to the stage area, ignoring anyone that tried to speak to him.

Jason looked over at her in confusion. She just looked at him helplessly.

When the gig was over Peter silently took down the equipment. Robin stood back and allowed Jason to bask in the glory of his fans. She and Amberly helped with carting things back to the van along with some of the bigger Omicron Frat brothers. Belinda was nowhere to be seen and Peter made no attempt to search for her.

Chapter 12

They rode home in silence. Peter never said one word. Once everyone was out of the van he pulled away quickly. Amberly didn’t linger, just told them goodbye and got into her own car and drove off. Jason wheeled to his apartment but Robin was slow to follow.

“Jason, instead of coming in, I think I’ll just go home. It’s been a long day.”

He paused and then nodded. “Ok. I was hoping that you’d sleep over. Since my Mom won’t be coming over in the morning…” He was thinking that it was the first opportunity that they’d have to snuggle in each other’s arms without having to rush around for school the next morning.

“You’re not tired of me yet?” She asked sheepishly.

“Not hardly. But if you start feeling as if I’m crowding you…” They were both obviously conscious of their earlier disagreement.

“I don’t feel that way!” She said quickly.

He grinned in relief. “Okay, let’s go home.” He loved saying that. Home.

Robin got them bottled water, yawning as she stepped out of her clothes and draped them onto his bedroom chair. He came out of the restroom, minus the bright yellow jumpsuit. He looked so sexy with or without it. With no braces, he just slid himself onto the bed, and Robin pulled back the covers, but instead of draping them back over him she left the both of them uncovered. She liked looking at him nude. She liked his pale skin with its covering of brown freckles. She liked the crisp golden red pubic hair that covered his groin and the way the hair left a trail starting from his belly button that ended in a fine covering over his testicles. She especially liked looking at his beautiful penis-dick…that’s what he wanted to hear. She felt her cheeks warm as she watched it laying semi erect against his thigh.

She lay her head on his folded arm and just watched him. His breathing soon became even and steady and before either of them knew it they had both fallen asleep just like that.

Robin groaned softly. She was having the best dream ever. Jason was doing wonderful things to her body. Her hips rolled slowly, sensually as she felt his fingers slip between her slick pussy lips. And then there was a gentle draw on her nipple and Robin woke with a gasp.

But it was no dream. Jason’s lips had covered her nipples, drawing on them gently until her back arched with a soft groan. His fingers wiggled between her thighs and she jerked and cried out. Her fingers sought him then, wrapping around his hardness.

She felt him pause before his head came up quickly to her face where he quickly caught her lips with his. He kissed her urgently as he pressed into her hand. Jason’s fingers were at her nipples, plucking and gripping them, tugging and stretching the sensitive flesh. Robin’s other hand found the flat of his nipple and she mimicked the move.

Jason’s body quickly began to tremble and he cried out repeatedly as his body jerked. She knew that he liked his nipples touched. She released his dick and moved down the bed until her lips were circling his little hard nipples, her hand giving attention to the other.

“Mhmmm…” He moaned. “Robin…I’m going to cum, stop…”

She looked up. “Then cum.” Then she covered his other nipple.

His back suddenly arched and he cried out loudly. “No! I want to cum with you!” But his fist had already closed around his wet cock, body jerking as he roughly brought himself to orgasm. He continued to jerk long after he’d cum because Robin continued to lap and nip and tug his hard nipples. And then Jason’s chest started rising and falling rapidly as he began growing hard again and Robin finally released him.

He almost seemed to deflate as his body collapsed on the bed. She sat up. “I’ll go get tissue.”

But he pulled her back down. “No. There is going to be more wet spots.” He used the sheet to clean the semen from his belly. She peeked at this alarm clock. It was just after seven. Mmmm, it would be nice to luxuriate in bed all morning with her man. She reached towards one of the bottled waters that she had left on the table the night before and Jason handed it to her after unscrewing the top. She took a long drink of the tepid, yet thirst quenching fluid and offered it to Jason who finished it off.

He reached for one of the condoms, ripping it open with his teeth. He was thinking about how they’d gotten his entire dick inside the last time and how nice it would feel to do that again but maybe this time he could actually move and maybe she would too, and then his dick jumped and he rolled the condom down over it.