Chapter 19 - page 3

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 19

By
The Paperbag Princess & The Pumpkin Coach

"What's that?" I heard music on her end and it got louder.

"What, bunny?"

"The music."

"Oh, that. A CD I found in all my stuff on the bus. I have entirely too much stuff on the bus. How did that happen? We've only had a bus for a couple of months. James says it's proof that I'm a pack rat."

"I don't know, but mine gets the same way. By the end of the tour, we're shipping boxes back home. Of course, a lot of it is stuffed animals."

She giggled, "Yeah, they do like to throw them at you, don't they? Do you think they take bets? Do they use the opening act as target practice? Hey! Did I tell you someone gave me a bunny tonight? Probably just a coincidence, huh?"

I smiled at that. I loved it when my girl was silly. Her mind wandered ,and she just rambled on at me. I looked over at the clock, nearly 3 AM. We should be getting to bed soon. I still had a few hours on the bus until we got to Buffalo, but she had to be up for morning radio at some ungodly hour. But I hadn't really gotten to talk to her all day, and I didn't want to hang up just yet.

"Don't know, babe. But some of them need it. A girl hit AJ in the crotch last night with a beanie baby that must have been made from lead!"

"Bet Sarah kissed his boo-boo and made it feel all better."

"Bet she did. Are we moving into phone sex territory here? I'll close the door so we don't gross Frank out."

"Role playing Sarah and AJ? No. I don't even want to think of having breasts that large! How would I play my guitar? The strap would get all caught between them and I might strangle myself."

I had to laugh, leaning back on my bed. I hadn't even had anything to drink after the show, but I was all relaxed and tired. Maybe it was just having the sound of her voice in my ear. Or the fact that I'd been out so late last night. I might have to stop that; it just left me hung over and grumpy. "You are so funny, Rache. I love you. Did I say that yet?"

"About 10 times. Every sweet message you left on my voicemail today, Nicky. Thank you, by the way."

"For what?"

"Not freaking out on me."

What was she talking about? Why would I be freaking out on her? Okay, I'd been in a really bad mood since she left, but that wasn't her fault. Besides, I was only taking that out on the fellas. Okay, maybe AJ'd had a point earlier.

"Why would I freak out on you, baby?"

"About the schedule. I just… I thought we were busy before, but it's just insane. I literally had no idea what time it was when we got to the venue tonight! And we didn't soundcheck. Oh, I didn't tell you the big news."

"You have big news?" I hadn't even had a chance to tell her about our meeting yesterday and canceling the European tour. Her band hadn't figured out what they were doing after London next month. Maybe I could be with her then, take her up on her offer to play groupie again.

"Yeah. Kyle, the guitar tech!"

"Kyle the what?" I laughed. She was so cute, all excited about whoever this Kyle was. Hey! Kyle's a guy's name! "Don't tell me that there are more cute boys on your tour, Rache."

He whined into the phone and I had to laugh, "Oh, bunny… he's all of 18, I think! But we have our own guitar tech! And next week Darien gets a drum tech. James doesn't get a bass tech, and I think he's a little grumpy about that, but Kyle, the guitar tech, assures us he can tune James' bass without a problem. How cool is that?"

"Okay, I followed like half of that, Rache." He giggled again, and my heart leapt. Damn, I loved that laugh of his. "Why doesn't James get a bass tech?"

"Because he's not as cool as me!"

"Duh! I could have told you that. That's very cool, baby. So Saffron's expanding your entourage. When do you get a guard?"

I sighed, trying to remember everything Lola had said in that 2-second conversation, "No guard. Steven's fine. Besides, the boys protect me!" Nick laughed again and I had to join him. "Okay, maybe the boys aren't that threatening, huh?"

"Um… no… what's James gonna do if someone tries to mess with you, Rache?"

"Hey! James can be very imposing when he wants to be! His superpower is the death glare."

"I thought Em said that was my superpower!" he teased.

"Right… in Milwaukee… man, that was ages ago. I haven't talked to her since. I think I owe her like 5 emails. And I don't even know where Lola put my computer… How long ago was that?" I glanced over at the schedule book on my table. I was too tired to move, though. This was a very comfy bed, and I was suddenly exhausted. We had to move into flirting soon or I was going to fall asleep on him.

"Dunno… like three weeks?" He was quiet for a moment and I heard him flipping through his schedule. "Three weeks. Damn."

We were both quiet, thinking the same thing. This whole summer had gone by in an instant. So much had happened.

"Hey, you have like a week off at the beginning of next month," he announced. What? Had he never looked at the schedule before?

"Don't count on it, bunny. Saffron keeps mumbling about adding dates and booking us on chat shows. Who knows what our schedule will look like next week, let alone next month."

"But you're going overseas, so she can't book you too far out."

I considered moving and getting my book, but dismissed it. I knew what was after that week off, something like two weeks in Europe. That was going to be hell. We had a hard enough time with a few days, so two weeks might kill us.

"I can't think about the schedule, Nick. It makes my head hurt. I think they're adding more European dates, too. At this rate, I'll never get home again."

"Aw, baby. Yes, you will. We'll hire another jet and get you to the Point, don't worry."

I loved him so much. I loved that he understood how much that day at home had meant to me. What if we really did get to be rich and famous and I never got to go home again? I don't think I could be like him and live in hotel rooms and tour buses all the time.

"I have cool things planned for your birthday, Rache," he offered, pulling me out of the panic that was rising in my mind. Best to not get too far ahead of myself, huh?

"Really? I like surprises!"

"I know. And LA is a great place for surprises. Especially since it will be our last night together and all…"

"Stop it! I am not too old!" He'd been teasing me yesterday that I was going to be too old for him and he'd have to break up with me. As if! He was never breaking up with me. I wouldn't let him. He giggled again and I closed my eyes, trying to stifle a yawn.

"Are you crashing, baby?"

"Maybe. I had a big day, Nick."

"Yeah. Hey! You didn't tell me if you were successful in diverting a war!"

"Stop teasing me," I grumbled. "Okay, I might have been overstating the importance of learning 'Peace, Love and Understanding' earlier."

"It was cute, though. We just added 'America the Beautiful' - that isn't even making a statement. Kevin thinks it is, though…"

"Quit picking on Kevin! He has to do something to make up for that interview he did in Canada. Man, open mouth and insert foot!"

"Kev's good at that. But I don't want to talk about him, Rache."

"Why not?" she purred. "I bet he was hot tonight, that hair flying around as he moved like liquid on stage."

"Are we moving into phone sex territory with Kevin now, baby? Should I be hurt that you can't get off just thinking about me?"

"Oh I can, Nick… I just like to mix it up a bit. Who do you like to think about when you close your eyes?"

Definitely moving into sex-talk here. Her voice was low and soft. I could practically feel her breath on my skin. I moved over, closed the door to my little bedroom in back of the bus and turned out the lights.

"You. All I need is you, baby. Just thinking of you in that little lacy bra of yours and those silk panties. The candlelight making sexy shadows on your skin. You have such soft skin, baby." I closed my eyes, and I could almost smell the lavender from her candles and feel the heat of her body. Almost. "Do you have your candles lit?"

"Yep. Which panties, Nick? The red ones?"

"Um-hmm… they're so soft. I like running my fingers over you and feeling how wet they get." I felt my cock stiffening, and I popped the buttons on my jeans, rubbing myself lightly, wishing she was here with me instead of just on my phone.

"Oh god, Nick. I wish you were here."

"You're reading my mind, Rache. I close my eyes, and I can feel you here with me. I'm getting so hard, baby. Are you all ready for me?"

"Yeah… just…" Her voice trailed off and I heard a buzzing sound on her end. "Oh, better."

"What's that, Rache?"

"Ummm…" I could hear the giggle in her voice. "A little toy I found in my suitcase."

"Toy?"

"It feels nice against my clit. Not as good as your tongue, baby. But… oh…"

Her breath caught in her throat, and she moaned loudly. Damn, what was she using? She hadn't told me about any toys before… I groaned, listening to her moaning on the other end of the phone. I loved hearing her when she touched herself. It was better if I could be there and watch, too, but I'd have to settle for hearing her. Hmm… maybe I could get her one of those video phone things for her birthday. That'd make phone sex more interesting.

Or maybe someone would intercept the signal, and then there'd be video footage of my girl getting off all over the Internet.

"Nicky? Is your door closed?"

"Yep… Am I allowed to undress, Rache?"

"Tell me first." She was breathing harder and I could hear the buzzing sound again. Did she move the phone? Did her toy have another speed?

"I'm wearing the button fly jeans you like and the bunny boxers."

"Oh… I love your butt in those. You have such a fine ass, baby. I love to grab hold of it when you're slamming into me." I could practically feel her nails digging into my flesh. I reached down, cupping my balls and holding my cock tighter. She was so far ahead of me. "Comfy, bunny?"

"Not as comfortable as you are... So what's this toy, Rache?"

"Umm… it's a bunny." Her voice was low, and I could practically see her blushing, "James got it for me as a joke a while ago. You know… bunny…"

"It's really a bunny?" I laughed. How the hell?

"Yeah, its little ears wiggle against my clit and… damn…" She moaned loudly, and I rubbed myself harder. "Not as good as you…"

"Dunno about that, Rache… it sounds like it feels pretty good. Can I use it on you this weekend? While I'm fucking you? I'll hold it against your clit and pound my cock into you. You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby?" She just groaned in response. I wonder what else I could do with her new little toy. "Or would it feel better against your breasts? Would it make your nipples hard? I'd suck them and make them all wet and then slide it across them."

I couldn't even finish my thought; she screamed on the other end of the phone, making me move faster. I hadn't even gotten my shorts off yet, and she was done.

"Damn, Nick. Promise? You're amazing, but… you and my toy… oh, god."

I heard the buzzing again, and I knew she had it on her breasts.

"Round two?" I laughed, and she moaned.

"Fuck… I bet it feels good on you, too, Nick. Would you like that?"

He groaned loudly, and I giggled, holding the vibrator so it just barely touched my nipple. Oh, that was really good. He was full of such good ideas.

"Dunno, Rache. But if it would turn you on…"

"I think it would." I closed my eyes and imagined him strapped down on my bed. I could tower over him, teasing him with my body and my new little friend. Oh, he would so love me. "I'll use that scarf we got this weekend and tie you down. Would you like that?"

"Jesus, Rache," he panted into the phone, and I could hear him slapping his cock.

"I'd start with my tongue, though, because I know how you love it when I tease you. I'd lick you like a lollipop and suck hard on the head of your cock. Oh, you always taste so good, baby." I stopped and listened to him moaning on the phone. I loved that I could get him worked up just by talking to him. I got off on the power , and he knew it. "And then I'd kneel over you so my pussy was right above your mouth and you'd have to get me off before I'd finish you."

"Oh, God… I can feel your pussy, Rache. Taste you as I slide my tongue up inside you. As far as I can. Farther than before. And then I'd hold you down and ram my cock into you. So hard."

"Harder, baby. You can fuck me harder than that." He couldn't respond to me; he was moaning and slapping. I ran my hand back down to my clit, wanting to come with him again. Needing to…

We were both quiet for a moment, and then I heard that groan that I knew meant he was coming. He was trying not to cry out, but it was too good not to. Oh, god, I knew that noise. After a minute, he was quiet, and I rolled over, pulling a pillow against my body like I always did. I needed something to hold, but it was never what I wanted.

"Sorry, baby… I got a little worked up," his voice came back to me.

"Mmmm… I like you worked up. So you wanna be tied up?"

"Whatever you want, Rache. Talking about it was kind of fun, wasn't it?"

"What… you and your girls never did that? I thought rock stars were all about the kinky sex, baby?"

He laughed. "I was usually just excited to have someone in my bed, Rache."

"Aww… poor baby!" I smiled. He was so not a rock star. It was one of the more endearing things about him. "We have to work on expanding your horizons."

"Don't worry, Rache… you have. Believe me. I never…" He stopped himself.

"Never what, bunny?"

"Nothing. It's silly."

"No one's listening, Nick. You can tell me. You never what?"

"Never cared much about experimenting. I mean, Mandy and I did a little, I guess. But sex was just sex, you know? But with you… damn, I want to do everything. I want to see how you look in every position, and I fuckin' love hearing you. Even more than seeing you. I don't even care what happens to me, Rache. I just want to make you happy."

My breath caught in my throat. That might have been the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me, and I told him before I could think better of it.

"Well, it's true. Do I make you happy, Rache?"

"You know you do, Nick. I love you."

"I love you, too, buttercup. We're okay?"

Where did that come from? "Of course we are, bunny. I just wish I had more time."

"I know. But we'll have Friday and then next week for your birthday."

"Surprises!"

He laughed at that, and I felt better. I hated how melancholy I felt when we had these late night calls.

"Yeah, surprises! Lots of them. But you have to sleep now, buttercup."

I pouted into my pillow. "Don't wanna sleep."

He laughed at me, but I knew he felt it too… how much I hated hanging up with him. I knew he'd be lying there missing me until he fell asleep, but that was little consolation. "I know, but you're gonna be a wreck if I let you stay up. Sweet dreams, baby. Love you."

"Love you too, bunny. G'night."

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