Wheels of Steel, Book 3 (16 page)

“Do you like sushi?”

“Once you go Japanese it’s hard to call the stuff here sushi, but yes.”

Robin gestured for her to follow with a tilt of her head. Amberly did.

In the kitchen the girls ate sushi, drank tea, talked about what it was like being engaged/married and Robin looked at Amberly.

“When are you going back to Japan?”

“Mmmm…” She twisted her lips but then smiled. “More sooner than later.”

“Well…” Robin slipped the last piece of sushi into her mouth. “When you return to the states, can you find another place to live?”

Amberly smiled softly. “Definitely.” She stood. “Well, we’re going out clubbing. Y loves the music here in the states. I’d ask you all to join us, but somehow I think that you’re going to be very busy tonight.” Robin watched Amberly leave the room. Yeah, she wasn’t a virgin anymore. She moved like a woman now.

“Well, would you like me to show you around the house?”

“No. I want Jason to do that. Where is he?”

“In his room, probably sulking.”

Robin stood up. “I guess I should put an end to that.”

“If you feel so inclined.” Belinda got rid of the sushi containers and then looked at Robin. “So when do we do the apology thing?”

Robin thought hard about her…friend’s words. “The next time that you or I do something that needs an apology.”

“Are you suggesting…that we leave the past in the past?”

Robin shrugged. “I think there is some old saying about the past being some type of learning experience.”

“I’ve heard something like that, it was in an X-Men movie.”

Belinda moved towards Robin and hugged her. “I missed you.” She whispered. “If I hug too much-” Robin clung to her.

“I missed this.” After a long while Robin turned and went up the stairs. She heard music as soon as she reached the second floor corridor. It was her singing. Robin paused in the hallway, tilting her head. It was the Christmas recording that Robin had made for Jason. She had never heard the finished product until now and marveled at how clear and strong her voice sounded. Robin had never heard her voice in such a way. Through her own ears she had tried to create some sense of perfection. But through the recording she saw that she had achieved it.

Robin began to sing along with the familiar Phoebe Snow song, allowing her voice to join with the recorded version of her song to Jason; two Robin’s singing the same song, one version sweet and gentle, the other now stronger and more confidant.

The door swung open and Jason was standing there with big eyes and panting as if he had sprinted across the universe. His eyes locked onto hers. And then he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

“Robin!” He lifted her and held onto her with a steel-like grip.

Robin shuddered as she held on to him. “I missed you so much. Oh my god, Jason, I missed you…”

The End

EPILOGUE

JASON

I kept sneaking looks at Robin. She was lying on my bed wearing tight shorts and her butt was just too round and perfect to ignore. She wasn’t paying any attention to me, though. Even though school was out she still had her text book opened and was studying.

Today had been her last day of classes and she’d come right over to hang with me.  That was great, but she’d also brought her text book. And after giving me a quick peck, she headed up to my bedroom and asked me what I was doing.

“Digging for breaks,” I said while following her.

“Well, go ahead and finish. I want to take some notes on something.” She flopped down on my bed and pulled a highlighter and ink pen from her bag and then she proceeded to zone out.

I just stood there for a second, leaning on my cane. My dick was already twitching in anticipation. But instead of attacking her and making her think that I was a sex starved perv, I went back to the other room that contained my computer and continued listening to old rap music for the right beats to inspire a new song.

I did have a very nice (and pretty expensive) studio down in the basement, but I still did some things on a small scale right here in my bedroom; the term bedroom being used loosely. My suite of rooms included a front room that had a large sitting area in front of a 50 inch flat panel television. I also had my trusty FL studio along with my computer and a high-end entertainment center. Then there was a separate room that included my bed, another television and I kept a laptop there for convenience. My master bath was Robin’s favorite area. She’s taken several baths in my Jacuzzi tub in the few days that we’d been back together.

Back together. Saturday she’d come back to me. I thought…I don’t know. I guess I thought that we would be the same Robin and the same Jason as we were back six months ago.

I lowered my head and continued to listen to beats but kept glancing into the bedroom where I saw her lying on her stomach with her feet crossed in the air and in deep concentration. I smiled at her proudly despite my horniness. Robin was in school and there was a time when her crippling shyness and fear of failure would have made that an almost impossibility.  Yeah, there would be time for us to have sex later. I guess I had grown some, too.

ROBIN

My brow was covered in sweat. It was a hot day, but Jason’s house was comfortable and cool. That wasn’t the reason for the sweat beads that had propped up on my forehead. I’d gotten the results back from my biology exam and I’d only pulled a C.

I just don’t understand. I’d studied so hard. I was trying to remember the questions and where to find the answers. Next time I’d do better. But…what if I couldn’t? What if I never became a physical therapist because I couldn’t keep simple facts straight?! I pulled in a slow breath. I knew I wasn’t stupid, things were just harder for me.

I needed a joint.

Problem is that Jason doesn’t approve of my pot smoking. He hasn’t said anything but I can tell by the way he acted when I came over yesterday smelling like weed and he said, ‘Have you been smoking pot?’, and I said, ‘Yeah, why?’, and he didn’t say anything else. Yeah, he doesn’t approve. The girls and I had a jam session and we always smoke weed, it was just our thing.

But maybe smoking so much pot is stupid when it detracts from my ability to concentrate. And if I want to work with physically disabled children—well I just don’t need to be high. I’d have to revisit the notion of a jam session without marijuana.

I’m in a band called Orange Crush. It’s just three girls; me, Becca and Tracy. We’re not like…a perfectionist group. We just get together and have fun, make enough cash to buy weed and party a little. But we are good enough that we have a decent sized following. They thought it was cool that I had a boyfriend who had actually recorded an album. I thought it was cool that they didn’t pressure me into trying to hook them up with his agent or some kind of promise to get them recorded. They took it all very casually and that’s one of the things that I like about them. I mean, they could have given me a rough way to go about reuniting with a boy that I’d never even told them about—especially one that was pretty much on his way to becoming famous. But we didn’t have that type of friendship. Sometimes that’s a good thing.

I sighed and closed the book. I would just have to double my efforts next semester. This was just my first year and maybe my expectations were too high. After all I’d only enrolled during the 2
^nd
half of the school year. And because of that I had to spend a lot of time playing catch up, not to mention the fact that I partied a lot before joining the band. Now I knew how to manage my time between fun and school. Yeah, I still needed to ease up on the partying, though. I wasn’t going to allow that to cause me to flunk out.

I sighed in relief and headed into the main room where Jason was absorbed in listening to some dub step. It had a heavy drum beat. I’d learned a lot about music from him. He’s a DJ—or used to be one before he and his partner Link got a music contract.

I watched him for a moment. Mmm. Jason is so incredibly fine, especially when he is concentrating on his music and his brow is furrowed and his crazy red hair is flowing over his shoulders. He has a million freckles all over—even on his fingers, even on his dick.

He was sitting in a leather bound office chair at his FL studio. Even sitting, it was pretty obvious that his body is tall and chiseled. Jason is built like a football player. He has a very cut upper body from the many years of having to drag himself in and out of his wheelchair. Oh yeah, Jason, my boyfriend has cerebral palsy.

Cerebral palsy is a condition which causes physical disability and is often times accompanied by epilepsy. This is what nearly everyone knows about CP; you move differently, you talk differently if you can move or talk at all. But what I learned once starting biology is that cerebral palsy is caused by damage to the motor control centers of a developing brain.

And there is no cure.

There are treatments, like Baclofen, which helps with the spastic movement of muscles.  Jason has spastic cerebral palsy and Baclofen has helped him to regain his ability to walk.

I put my hands around his shoulders, relishing the feel of his hard muscles. He looked over at me and smiled. “Finished studying?”

“Yeah.” My hand ran over his hard pecs and I purposely tweaked his nipple. His breath hissed out in a quick rush and his green eyes darkened. His hand quickly came up to clasp mine and he pulled me until I was sitting on his lap. I grinned and wiggled my bottom against his lap. I could feel him stiffening and his hands glide around my hips. I knew what I was doing to him. His nipples were super sensitive. It seemed that they were somehow directly linked to his dick!

And what a wondrous dick Jason has; a porn star dick! And I should know. I’ve seen several dicks over the last few months. I’m not proud of it. I’m ashamed, actually. Jason and I were broken up at the time and I kind of went a little wild. I made out with a lot of guys, but I only had sex with one. But even that one guy was one too many. To make matters worse I tried to hurt Jason by telling him about what I’d done. I know, that really sucked and I am ashamed.

I felt Jason’s lips gliding behind my ear, kissing my tattoo, and I instantly came to life down low. Jason knows exactly what to do to turn me on. I haven’t been able to respond to another man in a long time and I thought that it would be the same with him. Or maybe I just hoped that it would. I wanted to hate him, but from the moment he showed up at the club where I was performing, I knew that he was rooted in some special part of my soul.

His hand moved up to cup my breast and I heard a moan rumble in his throat. “Robin…” His hands glided over my thigh.  “Stand up, babe.”

I did thinking that I was hurting his legs. He wore braces now and they were painful to him. He watched me with hooded eyes as he reclined in his office chair looking just like a king sitting on his throne. “Take off your shorts for me.”

I grinned suddenly. “Oh you want to play nasty. Put on some nasty music.”

He grinned too and quickly tapped up something on the studio.  I’m almost positive that he had instantly created his own nasty little beat, and in less than 10 seconds! It sounded like a Lil Wayne song I’d heard at some club, but not quite. He then leaned back in his chair and he watched me with a gleam in his eyes.

I unzipped my tight shorts until my hot pink Hello Kitty thong was exposed. Then I turned my back to him and began gyrating my hips. I’d learned how to twerk at the clubs. You didn’t have to have a big ass to do it nicely, but I have to admit that I’m pretty well gifted in the booty are, even if my tits are on the small side.

I let my ass bounce while I watched him from over my shoulder; just a few little practice bounces.  Then I dropped it until my ass was only inches from the floor and I twerked hard, bouncing and twisting my hips and working it like it was Ladies Night at CLUB OZONE!  Then I turned around and danced real sexy in front of him.

Jason was tugging on his pants, I knew his erection was poking the wrong way and he was trying to get it to point upward. That meant that he’d gotten hard pretty fast. Knowing that I could do that tom him made me smile inwardly. I was happy to know that I could affect him in just the same way that he affected me. I continued moving until I had practically danced my way onto his lap. I stopped just short of that to ease my shorts off and then I rolled my hips again. His hands moved up my thighs, tracing their shape while I gyrated before him. I climbed into the chair and straddled him and I twerked right there on his lap.

He gasped and then his fingers tightly gripped my ass, his fingers buried into my cheeks. And then he pulled me down on his crotch. He pushed up suddenly and began rubbing his crotch against me and even though his jeans and zipper was kind of rough I liked the feel of him.