A.D.I.D.A.S "Baby 24/7, call me anytime you need some extra attention"   Birthday Wish #1 ('02) | Birthday Wish #2 ('03) ADIDAS ('04) | Chapter 29 ('05) | Take One ('06) Christmas Future ('07)

(The timing for this scene is October 2001 and immediately follows Chapter 23 in OFB)

<Nick>

Someone was coming out of my room as I walked down the hallway, and I stopped, looking at her for a moment.

"Mr. Carter," she said with a smile. "Enjoy your afternoon."

She held open the door for me, and I looked beyond her.

Was that my room? Was Rachel here? It looked like she might be here. It smelled like her, lavender candles and all…

The nice lady stepped out of the way, and I smiled as she shut the door behind me. No, Rachel wasn't here. She'd just left really detailed instructions on what to do to my room.

She was amazing. I was so lucky.

I'd thought it was good when she sent me a fuzzy digital picture of silk lingerie. It was dark blue, panties and a short little top. Was that what she would be wearing while we were on the phone? I'd certainly be picturing her in it. That was all I needed, really, a picture and her voice in my ear.

Hell, I'd take just her voice.

Who was I kidding? I had hands. I'd been in the car, talking to Anna, when my phone rang, and I checked it to find the picture, and I couldn't get Anna out of the car fast enough. This was my time now. I loved Anna, and we'd had a great time together, but now I had the room all to myself and Rachel was going to call me in about 15 minutes.

Or was I calling her? Shit, we hadn't discussed that, had we?

I'd call her. She said 1 o'clock. I could wait 15 minutes. Maybe.

I wondered what she was doing. Was she in her room yet? Was she still at dinner with the boys, checking her watch? Or was she in a cab, getting back to the hotel, worried she'd be late? Was she putting on that pretty lingerie and lighting her candles?

I knew she had candles. There was no way she'd had all this arranged for me and she was just lying in a boring hotel room with all the lights on. Not my Rachel.

I had candles and flowers, and the curtains were drawn against the afternoon sun. Was that lunch? I checked under the silver cover and smiled at the sushi. We'd make sushi a good memory yet. I popped one into my mouth before thinking about it. Should I wait for her? Nah, it was late her time, no way was she waiting around to eat dinner with me.

And presents! She'd told me there were presents. I sat on the couch and opened up the nicely wrapped box.

Sneakers? That's right, she'd told me all about the sneakers. Trainers. They were pretty sweet. Did hers match mine? These were the anti-Damon trainers, so I'd wear them just because of that.

Two CD's by the Lollies… was that their opening act? One of them had a note for Anna. Rachel didn't even know Anna! I was a little afraid about what would happen when Anna and Rachel met. All my secrets would be blown.

I found a note at the bottom of the box. "More in the bedroom," was all it said.

Jeez, she had complete strangers putting stuff in the bedroom? I hoped it wasn't too embarrassing…

Silk pajamas. That was okay. They were the same color blue as the stuff in the picture she sent me. Man, were hers this soft? I hoped so…

I picked up the top, and there was an envelope underneath it. "Put them on, then open this," it instructed.

She wanted me to put clothes on? I was looking forward to taking things off… at least in these baggy jeans, you couldn't quite tell that I had a raging hard-on.

Still.. I did it. Because I'd do anything she told me to. I shrugged out of my clothes and then put on the pajamas, shuddering a bit at the feel of the silk against my skin. Shit, I might just come from the touch of the fabric. I was a little worked up. That email last night, and now the pictures, and…

My phone rang, and I ran into the living room. Why did I leave it there? "Hey, baby," I managed, clicking it on.

"I'm 'baby' now? I didn't know you cared, Nicky."

Vinnie. Fuck.

"I was expecting Rachel. She's supposed to call-"

He didn't even let me finish. "She can wait. Come on, you spent all weekend with the evil Anna. Let Rachel wait a minute while you tell me all about how boring your weekend was!"

Could I buy him a clue? I bought him plenty of other stuff. "It was a good weekend. Sorry to disappoint you. Now, I'm expecting a call from my girlfriend."

I hung up on him. I'd call him later and apologize. Maybe he could come down to Marathon at the end of the month. That might be a good way for Rachel to meet my friends… we'd have a party or something.

The phone rang again, and I glanced at caller ID before answering. I didn't want to hear Vinnie bitching at me.

"Buttercup!" I said, and she giggled. I had to sit down. It had been a while since I heard that giggle.

"You sound so happy to talk to me, bunny."

"Yeah, Vinnie just called and I hung up on him. I only want to talk to you."

"Vinnie, huh? Did you tell him all about the candles and romantic things I did for you?"

<Rachel>

"Uh… no," he admitted, and I had to laugh again.

"Is it good? Did they do everything right?"

"It's perfect, Rache. I can almost feel you here."

Good. He should. It cost me a fortune. "Did you get the presents? Trainers and the PJ's and the pictures?"

"I liked the picture," he told me, his voice growing deeper. "Is your silk as soft as these pajamas I'm wearing?"

I looked down at myself, smiling. I knew he'd like those. He'd love to see me in this outfit, I was sure. "I got them at the same place, so yes. But… just one picture, Nicky?"

"Yeah…" he said, puzzled.

Shit. Shit shit shit. I was afraid of sending those!

"You didn't get another envelope? It should be on the bed."

"Oh!" he exclaimed, and I could breathe again. "The phone rang, and I forgot about that. Should I get it?"

"Yes," I sighed, and he matched my sexy tone when he spoke again.

"What's in the envelope, Rache?"

"Open it and find out."

"Is it pictures of you?" Damn, I loved his voice when it got all deep and soft like this. I lay back on the bed, just listening to him.

"Maybe…"

"What are you doing? Did you take pictures of yourself wearing that pretty lingerie? I know it looks gorgeous on you. Are you wearing it now?"

"Yes. I just got out of the tub, so my skin is warm. The silk feels nice and cool against me."

He sighed softly, and I could just see the look on his face. He was probably licking his lips, wasn't he?

"Did you find the pictures, Nick?"

"No, I… I'll go do that." I could hear him get up. "I was in the other room. I left my phone in there."

"Well, go back to the bedroom and stretch out on your bed. Is it a nice big bed?"

"King sized. Lots of room. If you were here, I wouldn't be able to tie you to the bedposts. Your arms wouldn't stretch that far."

I heard myself gasp. I hadn't gone there yet… shit. He chuckled.

"You like that, don't you, Rache? You like it when I tie you down and fuck you and you can't stop me."

"I do," I whimpered. "But you need to look at the pictures."

"Okay, baby," he whispered, and I heard him moving. "I'm lying down on the bed now."

"Are you wearing your new pajamas?"

"I'm about to come from the feel of the fabric against my skin. I am so fucking hard, Rache. Ever since you sent me that picture an hour ago."

"Look at the others."

I heard the envelope open, and then his quick in-drawn breath. "Oh. My. God," he whispered, and I had to laugh. I wished I could see his face. "I… you… how did… oh, god. Em."

I nodded, giggling. "Yeah. She's very discreet. She told me I'm a very lucky girl."

"Why- oh. Shit! Rache, where are the pictures of me?"

I smiled at the picture next to me on the bed. "Right here." We'd taken them months ago at the Point, that trip right before his tour started again. There were only two of him naked, but a few of me. He was stretched out on my porch, a shadowy figure in the moonlight. Mine were actually lit, and I imagined he was enjoying that fact.

<Nick>

Shit. There were naked pictures of me.

And Em Evesham had seen them!

"Rache!" I whined, but she just laughed.

"It's okay, bunny. Really. Enjoy them. I have the negatives and everything."

"I… you…" God, she was beautiful. That was such a special night. She looked so happy, glowing into the camera, dressed in only the diamond necklace I'd given her.

Fuck Em. I had gorgeous naked pictures of my girlfriend.

"I'm wearing that necklace right now, Nicky," she told me, and I groaned.

"Fuck me," I whispered, and she giggled.

"I wish I could, bunny…"

"That's not what I meant, but… " Sighing, I laid down on the bed again. "Are you going to take pictures of yourself and send them to me?"

"No," she admitted. "I tried, but I can only get, like, one nipple in the frame. And I'm not asking James to come in here and photograph me."

I had to laugh. "Alright. I'll be okay with these pictures. God, Rache, you are so beautiful. Just… gorgeous. You look so happy."

"Because you were taking the pictures, baby. Do you remember that night?"

"Yeah," I whispered, feeling a lump in my throat. I'd made her so happy that night, and then I'd fucked it all up. I'd gotten all jealous and scared and weird on her.

"Know what we always forget about that night, Nicky? I know it was full of us being overwrought, but remember the sex?"

Hmm. Yeah… there'd been sex out on the deck, which was amazing… and then there was sex right after I took these pictures. Fuck, yeah.

"Yeah… that was nice. Tell me what you did today, Rache. Tell me where you are right now."

She hesitated a second, but I could just feel her smile through the phone. "James and I shopped a little, and all five of us did one of those bus tour things that I like. They have proper double-decker buses here. And we went to dinner at a really nice restaurant, and I had a glass or two of wine, and then I looked at my watch- your watch, actually. I bought you a watch."

"You did?" I never wore a watch.

"It's nice. You'll like it. I bought it this morning, and set it to your time, so all day I could look at it and know exactly what time it was there. I kept thinking about what you were doing…. If you were on stage, or hanging out with Anna, or lying in your bed, thinking of me and touching yourself…"

"When I woke up," I admitted. "And before I fell asleep… and I probably dreamt about you."

She laughed, her sexiest chuckle. "Is that why I was so distracted all day?"

"Shit, Rache, I'm always thinking about you."

"I know, bunny… I kept dreaming about this call, too. So, that's why I left dinner a little early, because I wanted time to get ready."

"You got ready?" I'd walked into the room. Should I have done more?

That's why she'd got the hotel to do the candles and stuff, wasn't it? She knew I wasn't very good at that stuff.

"Of course, bunny. I love to get ready for you. I came back to my room, and as soon as I shut my door, my pussy started to tingle. I knew I'd be talking to you soon, and you'd be telling me all the lovely things you wanted to do to me."

I whimpered. "When was this?" I whispered.

"When I sent you the lingerie picture. I knew that would help you get into the mood."

Yeah. That worked. "Did you put on the lingerie then?"

"God, no. You know how I like to drag things out, don't you, Nicky?"

I sighed. We weren't getting to the good stuff any time soon, were we?

"Just like now," she said with a giggle. "Don't you want to know how I got ready for you, baby?"

"Of course I do!" I wasn't lying, either. I wanted to picture exactly where she was and what she was wearing and how she smelled and felt… Fuck, I wanted her with me. I would have just sat there for an hour and watched her get ready. That would have been fine.

"Well, I came into my room… I've got a suite."

"Of course," I had to say.

"Do you have a suite? I told them lots of candles."

"I have a two bedroom, because Anna was with me. But she's gone, and I doubt anyone will hear me when I'm screaming your name later."

She giggled. "Good thing. What does your bed look like?"

"It's a king sized bed, with a white cover and a light wood headboard. They drew the curtains for me, and pulled the shades, so I can pretend it's nighttime, like it is there. I've got a bunch of candles, all over the room."

"Can you see yourself, Nick?"

Shit. I didn't want to look at myself! "Yes," I admitted. I couldn't lie to her. Not anymore.

"Good… you must look amazing in those pajamas. I picked them because I knew they'd look good with your eyes." I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was sprawled on the bed, one arm above my head as I held the phone with the other. I needed my headset thingie… But blue was a good color on me. And from this angle, my erection looked huge.

"I'm a stud, Rache," I said sarcastically, and she laughed.

"You are, darling. When I'm home, I definitely want you to model those for me."

"Only if you model yours."

"Of course," she assured me. "Anyway. I came into the room, and poured myself a glass of wine-"

"Are you drunk yet?"

"No. I'm very happy. I sent you wine. You should have some. This is a very long story."

<Rachel>

"You are so mean," he whispered, and I had to laugh.

"Baby, you know you'll love me in the end. Get up and get your wine."

He grumbled, but I heard him get up.

"That's what I did, honey. I poured myself a glass of nice cold Riesling. It's sweet, and I imagined what your lips would taste like after we'd had a bottle. And then I thought about taking a mouthful and sucking your cock. Would you jump when the cold hit you?"

Something crashed on his end. "Shit, Rache. I'm trying to pour here…"

God, I loved getting him all flustered. "Pour, then. Did you have time to get your phone headset thing?"

"I was just going to do that. Do you have yours?"

"Of course," I cooed. "I'm prepared, because I took all this time to get ready. I had a little bit of wine, and then I took off all my clothes."

"All your clothes?"

"All of them," I asserted. "I took off my shoes and socks, and I ran my toes over the nice plush carpet I have in here. If we had sex on the floor, I wouldn't even get rug burn. Because sometimes, when I'm kneeling on the floor, you fuck me so hard I get rug burn. Not that I mind…" Thatmade him whimper, but I just went on. "Then I unbuttoned my shirt, one button at a time, just like I'd do it if you were here, slowly, to tease you."

I took another sip of my wine, remembering what I'd done an hour ago, how I'd been thinking of this moment. "But, because you aren't here, I took the time to hang it up. And I put away my shoes, and socks, and then I stepped out of my jeans and put those away, so my room is all neat."

"Unlike when I'm there," he teased, and I nodded.

"I'd rather it was messy. But I was taking my time. So what was I wearing then, Nicky?"

"Panties and bra," he breathed. "Which ones?"

"Silk ones. White, with little roses on them."

"I like those…"

"I know," I told him. "That's why I wore them. I felt them against my skin all day, and I remembered how much you love to touch them."

"I trace the roses with my tongue," he said, his voice soft. "And then your panties get so wet…"

"You have no idea, bunny. Really. I took off the bra, and my nipples were so hard. And I shivered when the air finally hit my naked body. It's chilly here in Dublin. Even the nicest hotels are a little cold."

"I could warm you up, buttercup."

"But you're not here, sweetie. So I went into the bathroom and started filling the bathtub. I got my candles, and lit a couple of those for the bathroom, and I was just about to light the candles for the bedroom when there was a knock at the door."

"A knock?" he echoed, teasing me.

"A knock. I figured it was James, so I just put on my robe. It's the robe that came with the lingerie."

"There's a robe?"

"Yes. It's very short. And it's silk, so you can see my nipples through the fabric."

"It was just James at the door, right?" He sounded worried, and I smiled to myself.

"It wasn't. It was the guy to start the fire."

"Is this going to turn into a porn movie, Rache?" He mimicked bad 'wocka-wocka' porn music and I giggled.

"It could have. His name was Colin, and he was Welsh. The Welsh are a very attractive people, Nick."

"Are they?" he asked, a note of jealousy creeping into his voice. As I'd known it would… I'd been so amused by the presence of a hot guy at my door to tell Nick about that I'd almost kissed the guy.

"Very," I told Nick. "He was about six feet tall, dark hair, and blue eyes ringed with these gorgeous dark lashes. He was surprised to see me, because usually they start the fires before guests get back to their rooms."

"Did you tell him to go away?"

"Fuck no! I told you it was cold, right? Otherwise I might not be lying here on top of the covers right now. I have this awesome fireplace, in the middle of the wall that separates the front room from the bedroom, so everything gets nice and toasty. So he came in, and we chatted while he built the fire."

"You chatted? In that little robe?"

"I figured he deserved a thrill. He kept staring at me. I tried not to move, or he might see my pussy. Maybe he did. I know he could tell how hard my nipples were. I couldn't do much about that."

Nick groaned, helpless on the other end of the phone.

"I thought about telling him to come back in an hour. Then he could fuck me while we were on the phone. Wouldn't you like to hear that?"

"No!" Silence for a second. "Not… maybe."

I laughed. "I'm sure he would have done it. But you are the only one for me, bunny. He just made me even hotter to hear your voice."

Nick exhaled for perhaps the first time since I'd started talking about Colin. "Then he's okay."

"Poor Colin. He's probably wanking off right now, thinking of the hot rock star in her slinky lingerie. He's going to see your videos and hate you, because you get to have me whenever you want, and he just gets teased."

"Not whenever I want," Nick corrected.

"Well… whenever we can. I promise, tonight will be nice. I'm all yours, baby."

"I love you."

"I know. Want to know what I did next?"

"Is this going to end in you lying on the bed naked, touching your clit and screaming my name while you come?"

"Eventually, yes."

"Then continue. Let me switch to the headphone first."

"Go." I adjusted my own headset and glanced at myself in the mirror. I could see my nipples poking through the fabric from here. Yeah, I gave Colin a little show, didn't I?

"Back. I'm on the bed, with my hands free, and a glass of wine."

"Is the wine nice and cold?"

"Yes. It's very good, actually. I think it would taste better if I poured it over your cunt and then licked it up, though."

I had to whimper at that. He was playing my game now. He was growing impatient. That was okay. "I'm going to make sure we have a couple of bottles of Riesling next time we see each other."

"In New York?" he questioned, and I shook my head.

"No, when we have time. In Marathon?"

"We'll find time. Continue. How long was the Welsh hottie there?"

"Just a few minutes. I went to find him a tip, and I had to bend over and I'm sure he saw… everything."

"It's such a pretty ass…" he breathed

"I know he wanted to touch it. He wanted to keep me there, bent over the desk, and just fuck me. But he wouldn't be as good as you. He doesn't know how to fill me up the way you do. But I was thinking about you, and I was so wet… he could have done it. He could have just shoved his cock inside me, and I would have come, right there."

"Fuck, Rache…" Nick whimpered.

"He left, and I took off my robe right there in the middle of the room as soon as the door shut. I was so turned on I just wanted to be naked. If I had touched myself then, Nick, I would have come immediately."

"You didn't touch yourself?"

"I'm saving myself for you."

"Jesus," he muttered.

<Nick>

Should I have been saving myself? Because I jerked off in the shower this morning, thinking about her. Hell, I was so worked up that I might come right now without even touching myself.

I could hear her smile. "You were not so virtuous, I take it?"

"I'm a guy, Rache. We're not good at waiting!"

She laughed, and I took another sip of my wine, breathing her in. I wanted her here with me, but this was okay. I loved listening to her talk and tell me about her day. Did she really do all those things to get ready for me?

"Girls are. It makes it better."

"Did you really do all that, buttercup? The clothes and the bath and Colin?"

She hesitated a second, and I could hear the confusion in her voice when she answered. "Yeah… I wasn't a slut around the guy, but I was in the short little robe."

"That's not what I meant, baby. I just… you…"

I stumbled over my words, and her voice was soft when she interrupted me. "I meant what I said before, bunny. I like getting ready for you. I had a whole hour to myself, where I could just think about you and not get distracted."

"I'm sorry. I should have…"

She cut me off again. "Don't you dare feel guilty! You had stuff to do. I never get to do this stuff for you. When we're together, we're always running and grabbing moments alone. And for the last few days, I haven't had any time to myself. It was nice to be alone in this pretty room and do all these things to make myself feel sexy."

"I love you," I whispered. What else could I say? She was right. I shouldn't be feeling guilty. I should feel lucky that the sexiest woman in the world just spent an hour getting ready to talk to me on the phone. How amazing was that?

"I love you, too, Nick. Can I go back to my story?"

"I really like this story. I want to hear it every night before I go to bed."

She laughed and I could just picture her flirty little smile as she lay there in bed talking to me. "No problem. So… Colin left. Is that where I was?"

"I think you were standing in the middle of the room, on the verge of orgasm. I like that picture."

"Is it a nice picture? Me, in the middle of the living room, with all the lights on, totally naked. I almost touched myself. I wanted to. I could have just run my fingers over my clit and I would have come."

"Why didn't you?"

"Because I wanted to be with you. I wanted you to hear it."

I needed more wine. "Fuck, Rache…"

"Do you want me to come for you, Nick? Do you want to hear me screaming your name as I touch myself?"

"Yes! God, yes."

"Well, I'm nearly done with my story."

I groaned, falling back against my pillows.

"I didn't touch myself. I stood there for a second, and told myself it would be better when I was with you. I picked up my robe, and put it back on the bed, next to the panties and the top, and I went to check on the bath water. The tub still wasn't full. It's one of those big, old tubs. We could both fit in it with plenty of room."

"I love taking baths with you, baby."

"I know. But I had to be by myself tonight. Anyway, I had a couple of minutes to kill, so I went back to the living room, and turned off all the lights but one, and I came into the bedroom and lit some more candles. Then I turned off all the lights and went back to the bathroom, and pulled my hair up."

I whimpered. "I love you with your hair up, Rache. You look so pretty, with your neck all… exposed."

"I know you like it, so it's still up."

I liked adding that detail to the picture of her in my mind. In my head, she was lying back on a huge white bed, dressed in blue silk and my diamonds, her hair up, lit by firelight. And candles, I guess. There was no headset in my picture. That sorta ruined the mood, didn't it?

"Are you in the tub yet?"

I could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke, "Yes. Then I tossed in my bath bomb and slid into the water. It was so hot, Nick. In seconds, I was hot all over, the water touching me everywhere…"

Her voice drifted off and I groaned, thinking about how it felt to have her wet body sliding over mine in the water. I loved that feeling. Our bodies all slick, slipping against the tub and each other until we were so turned on that we had to get out and fuck.

<Rachel>

"I turned off the water and it was so quiet. I leaned back and shut my eyes and thought of you. What you'd do when you came back from the airport and saw what they'd done to your room. If you'd see the pictures before I called you. I'm glad you didn't. I liked hearing your reaction."

"They're amazing, Rache. Not that I need pictures to remember every detail of your body, but they're nice to have."

Smiling, I ran my fingers over the picture next to me. "I like having a picture of you that no one else in the world has. That's sorta rare, with you."

He chuckled, sending a shiver down my spine. "Don't worry, no one else is getting the naked shots. Just you. And only because you tricked me!"

"It was worth it," I countered. "You look gorgeous. And it's our little secret, our sexy photos."

"And Em," he muttered, making me giggle.

"I have the negatives. I'm sure she doesn't remember a thing."

"I hope so. She's shooting our video in a couple of days!"

"She'll be good. She promised."

"She better be…" he grumbled. "But why are we talking about Em? Weren't you in the tub?"

"Yes, bunny. I lay in the tub for a little while, thinking of you and what I wanted to say to you. After a while, I realized I was touching myself."

"Were you? I thought you could only touch yourself when you were on the phone with me."

"I know. That was very naughty, wasn't it? Are you angry?"

He was not very good at playing the dominant games. He tried, but usually ended up giggling. "Where did you touch yourself?"

"All over," I admitted. "I ran my hands all over my body. It felt so nice, stroking the water over my skin. Almost like when we're in the bath together. But not as good."

"The next time we're in the tub together, you have to show me exactly what you did."

That was good. I could do that. "Will I have to stop before I come?"

"Did you stop yourself in the tub?"

"I did," I said. "I made myself get out of the tub, because the temptation was too great."

"Your naked body is pretty fucking tempting. Believe me. I know."

I laughed at the frustration in his voice. "Did I tell you about the bath bomb?"

"Not yet…" he sighed as I changed the subject yet again.

"It's a glitter bomb. The tub's a mess, which is why I think I'll only ever use them at hotels, where someone else is cleaning up after me. But it has glitter in it, and now I'm all sparkly."

"You love glitter," he said with a smile in his voice.

"I know!" I answered. "So I dried off very carefully, to keep the glitter. Then I came into the bedroom and slipped on my pretty new lingerie. And your diamonds. I am very sparkly."

"You always sparkle, Rache. You need to wear all this the next time we're together, just so I can make sure the picture in my head does you justice."

I melted back against the bed. "Aw, bunny… and I need to see you. I bet your eyes are so blue right now, with the color of your pajamas."

"I like the way they feel against my skin. Soft and smooth… not as good as being naked with you, but…"

"Nothing's as good as that."

We were quiet for a minute, just missing each other. How did we get here? We were okay before, when I was being all sexy. Damnit.

"So… now you're on the bed," he said, his voice back in his low, sexy register. My body responded to his tone immediately, and I smiled to myself. "Alone?"

"I sent the fire boy away, yes," I joked.

"Thank god. No, I meant… just you? No… toys?"

What? Oh. Yeah. "No. I couldn't bring my other bunny. They're searching luggage like crazy. I didn't want to take the chance I've got hands and your voice in my ear, baby. I don't need anything else."

"No? You wouldn't like to feel that inside you, filling you while I whisper naughty things in your ear?"

I moaned. Why did he do that? Just to torture me? Of course he did. "I would… but I'll wait to see you again, bunny. I have patience, unlike some people… how many times did you jerk off today? Were you thinking of me?"

"Yes," he breathed. "Just you."

"What did you think about? What made you come?"

"Tasting you," he admitted quickly, and I whimpered. That's what got him off? "I love that, licking you and hearing you moan above me… feeling you clutch at my shoulders and my head when you're ready to come… that's what I dreamt about last night."

"Is that all?"

"Oh, other things too. Your mouth on my cock while I'm eating you. That's so fucking amazing, Rache. Remember at your house when we did that?"

"Oh, yes…" I whispered. Sometimes, when I should be doing other things, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

"And you on top of me. I love to you watch you, buttercup. I love feeling your wet pussy all around my cock as you move up and down on me. Watching you touch your clit when you're desperate to get off… and hearing you moan. Fuck, Rache, that is so good…"

"I like watching your face when I'm on top of you. You tell me how good it is, and I just go wild."

"I know… are you touching yourself now, Rachel?"

<Nick>

"Yes," she sighed.

"Where?"

"Just my stomach… stroking it just a little."

"Touch your breasts," I commanded. "Through the silk, pinch your nipples."

She groaned as she obeyed me. "That feels so good. I can feel it right down to my pussy."

"Can you? You have such a pretty pussy, Rache. I love to watch you touch yourself. Did you know that? When we're together and you touch yourself and let me watch. It's so fucking sexy."

I heard a low moan in my ear and smiled, looking down at her picture. Okay, having the pictures was good. I could just imagine what she looked like on her big bed, touching her breasts and closing her eyes.

"Touch yourself for me, too," she whispered.

"Are you sure? This might be over soon…"

"Oh, once is so not gonna be enough. I could come from just touching my nipples. They are so sensitive… after the bath and feeling the silk rub up against them. Damn. Touch your nipples for me, Nick. Are they as hard as mine?"

Obeying her, I touched my nipple lightly, "Yeah…" Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I stifled a laugh.

"What's funny, baby?"

"Nothing… it's just… I can see myself and… nothing." I could feel myself blushing and I looked away from the mirror.

"And what? You're so sexy, Nick. Look at yourself for me, baby. See what I see."

"Rache…"

<Rachel>

He whined my name, and I smiled, "I love it when you whine my name, bunny. Look." There was silence on the other end and I ran my fingernail over my nipple. "I'm watching myself for you, Nicky. And I'm so sexy. Writhing around on my bed so the lingerie is riding up my body. If I opened my legs, I could see my pussy. My breasts are aching to be sucked, too."

"I want to suck on them. Hard. While you ride my cock. Oh, god, I love that, Rache. Feeling them harden between my lips as you move against me."

"Not as much as I do, baby," I groaned, pulling at them softly, just imagining Nick's mouth on my skin. "Your mouth is so amazing. No one knows how to get me off like you do. Jesus… my thighs are rubbing together now, and it feels so good. Are you touching yourself for me, Nick?"

"You didn't say I could."

"Am I in control?"

"Duh," his voice came back to me and I had to laugh. Okay, probably shouldn't ruin the mood here.

"Okay, I spent time getting ready for you, telling you everything I did. Now it's your turn."

"Finally!" he exclaimed, and we both giggled. "I'm going to unbutton my shirt for you, baby."

"Slowly… so I can lick your skin as you expose it to my waiting mouth. Oh, you taste so good, Nick. Your skin is salty and a little sweet. And you smell like my shaving cream. Mmm… glistening Nick."

"Don't ruin the mood with girly shaving cream, Rache. Can't I smell manly… like… musk or something?"

"No. I like glistening Nick. Or cocoa butter lotion, like the kind I had to rub on your back after you got your tattoo this summer. Remember that?"

<Nick>

I winced at the memory of getting that tattoo, "Oh, that hurt so much, Rache. But when you rubbed lotion on my back, it made it all better. And then you'd kiss my spine…" I shivered at the thought.

"If I were there, I'd lie behind you, Nick, and kiss my way down your spine, making you shiver and squirm, trying to get away from me. But you don't want to get away from me, do you?"

I groaned into the phone, "No. Never away from you, Rache. I want to feel every inch of your body against mine. But we're not there yet, are we?"

"Dunno. Your story now."

"My story now? Anything I want?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "Anything. I'm all glittery and sparkly, just for you. Tell me what you want."

What did I want? We were quiet for a moment, and I could hear her breathing on the other end of the line as she touched her breasts. I imagined her writhing around on her big bed, and I wanted to be there. Just throw open the door and surprise her. But I couldn't do that.

"I want to watch you on stage." It was out of my mouth before I could think of anything else.

"What?" Ha, I confused her there, didn't I? Cool! This was my story now. She said so.

"Watch you on stage like the other night, when you were in that hot outfit… the sheer top and no bra. Your nipples poking through so everyone could see how turned on you were as you played your guitar. You get so into your show, don't you? Standing there in front of everyone, having them watching you."

"Yes…" she breathed, sending a shudder down my spine. "The lights are so hot, Nick. I might need to take off some of my clothes. Can I?"

"Just your robe, baby. Leave the rest on for a minute."

"Alright…" she agreed, and I heard some noises on her end of the phone: the bed as she moved, and the soft sound of silk as she took it off. "The robe's on the floor. Now I just have on the top and the panties. Do you still have your shirt on?"

"No," I told her, shrugging out of it. That was better. I could leave the pants on for a couple of minutes. Maybe.

She moaned. "I love your chest, baby. I want to lick all your tattoos and listen to you breathe."

I bit back a sigh. "Weren't we on stage, Rache?" She was hijacking my fantasy.

"Yes, Nick," she agreed, her voice low. "I'm on stage, and it's so hot…"

"It's so hot your hair is getting wet. You run your fingers through it, but it just falls back against your face and sticks to the back of your neck, doesn't it?"

"I hate that."

"But I love it," I interrupted her, "I love knowing you're so excited and into your show. So know what I do, Rache?"

"No… tell me?"

"I come up behind you while you're playing. Everyone is watching you, and your head is thrown back as you play your guitar. You don't even notice me there, do you? No. You're just lost in the vibrations of the strings against your fingers and stomach. Sweat is trickling down your back, and you're wearing a tiny skirt."

"Am not!"

"Whose fantasy is this, Rache? My story. I get to dress you."

"Okay," she giggled, "But you can't play guitar very well in skirts. They ride up and then the whole front row gets quite a show."

"And the problem with that is?"

She was quiet for a moment, and I held my breath, "Oh… I get your point. Continue."

"Thanks. Anyway… where was I?"

"I was nearly naked playing my guitar, I believe."

"Oh yeah." I smiled, remembering where we were. "You feel the sweat trickling down your back, and I come up behind you and pull your hair up off your neck and blow against your skin."

"Oh, God, Nick. That feels so good. I'm so hot."

"Yeah. Your whole body shivers, and I lift up your skirt, running my hands over your ass. But you can't stop playing, can you?"

"No," she agreed. "I'm in the middle of a song. If I stop, everyone would know. They'd see…"

"And you don't want them to see, do you, Rache? No. This is our little secret… Take off the rest of your clothes," I ordered. I had about half a minute of self-control left. In a second, I was going to be fucking her on stage, and then it was over.

She whimpered a bit, and I could hear her moving around again. God, I loved it when she did what I told her like that. "It's cold," she admitted softly.

"It wasn't cold before?" I had to ask. She was only wearing two tiny pieces of silk.

"It was, but… the sheets are so soft. Like a million count cotton… it's like sleeping under a cloud. If I slip under the sheets, it'll be touching me everywhere. I love having it touch my skin."

"You're going to get glitter all over the nice sheets, Rache," I warned.

"Screw the sheets. Can I get under the covers, Nick?"

"Yes," I allowed. I wanted to be there with her, cocooned with her, warm and soft and just with her…

"God, Nick. The sheets feel so nice against my skin. Can I touch myself some more?"

I liked her asking me what she could do, "Yeah, Rache. Open your legs and let the sheets touch your pussy for me. Are you wet?"

"God, yes. So wet for you. The soft fabric feels so nice against me. I'm touching my stomach now, Nick. Tracing the tattoo around my belly button, just like you do and pinching my nipple. Oh, God."

Her breath caught in her throat, and I rubbed myself, savoring the feel of the silk against my painfully hard erection. "I'm so hard, Rache. I'm touching myself through the silk, and it feels so good."

"Oh, bunny, be naked with me, please?"

She didn't need to ask again. I pulled off my pants and lay back against the bed. "I can't get under the covers, Rache. I'm too fucking hot."

"Of course, baby. You always are. Now, where were we in that hot little fantasy of yours?"

"Hmmm…" I could barely remember. But it was good, wasn't it? "I'm behind you on stage, running my hands under your little skirt. Are you wearing underwear?"

<Rachel>

"No…" I whispered. Hell, he'd gotten me into a short skirt onstage. Why the hell would I be wearing underwear, right? "Just a garter belt to hold up my lacy stockings."

"Shit," he muttered, and I could hear him moving on his bed. Might be his fantasy, but it was pretty easy to add more to it. He took a deep breath and managed to go on. "I touch your ass, and run my hands down the backs of your thighs. You want me to touch you inside, don't you?"

I stroked my thighs lightly. "Yes… no… I move my legs together, trying to get you to stop."

"But you don't want me to stop. Not really. My hand finds your cunt, and you are so wet, Rache."

"I am," I admitted. Fuck, yeah.

"I touch your clit, and I ask you if you want me to fuck you."

"No," I whispered. "I'm doing a show."

"But you can't wait. I know you can't. You're so wet, and you tremble against me when you feel my cock press against your ass. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

I moaned as I touched my clit, listening to his voice. "I can't," I tried again. "I…"

"You want it, Rachel. Tell me. You want everyone to watch as I fuck you on stage."

"I do, but…"

He just cut me off, his voice faster. "I know you do. So I bend down and ease my cock between your thighs. You can feel my hard dick against your clit when I do that, can't you? I stroke you and you feel the bass from the floor up to your breasts as I move against you, in front of everyone, in time to the music."

"Shit. I need it, Nick. I need you inside me so bad." I groaned, feeling the desperation building. I needed to come so bad, but I didn't want this to end. I didn't want to hear him screaming my name, knowing it was over.

"I know… I love fucking you, baby. My cock slides against you, and you fall back against me, not able to keep playing as my fingers find your clit and my cock is coated with your wetness. Oh, God, Rache, I don't think you've ever been this hot and wet for me, have you?"

"No…" I manage to moan as I let two fingers slide through my lips to dart inside my cunt. God, that's good… "You fill me up so much, baby. God, I love your cock inside me."

"You're almost there, aren't you? But I want to feel it when you come, Rache. So at the last possible moment, I pull you off stage. You rip your guitar off as I push you roughly over the amp box and pound into your tight hole."

"Oh, shit… I need that, Nick. I need you inside me. Harder." I whimpered, not even sure if I was making sense as the sensation built through me. I heard his deep breathing through the phone, and I could almost feel him against me

"You run your fingers over your clit as I pound inside you again and again. Do it for me, Rache. Rub your pussy hard, like you do when I'm fucking you from behind."

"I don't want to come yet, Nick… but I can't stop. God, you feel so good inside me." I whimpered, biting on my bottom lip as my fingers slid around my cunt. "My legs are spread so wide, Nick, and I'm fingering my pussy. It's so wet and hot. God, that feels so good. I need you, too. Please…"

"I'm here, gorgeous. Damn, you are so hot, Rache. Talk to me. Let me hear you. I can tell you're going to come hard, aren't you, baby?"

I could only moan as I threw my head back. His low voice in my ear and the image of him fucking me while everyone could see. Shit. I'd never heard that one before. Not from him. Fucking me on stage turned him on? Yeah. That time I'd grabbed him under their stage. That was pretty hot. He'd been all sweaty and so hard, even though he had to go and be in front of thousands of people.

"I need you, Nick," I moaned. "I'm so fucking close and I need you inside me. My fingers aren't enough. Damn!" I grabbed a pillow from behind my head and shoved it between my legs, wanting to feel anything that reminded me of him. Feeling his weight against me as he pounded into me, pushing my legs farther apart and opening me up to him. "Almost… almost…"

"I'm there, baby. Right behind you..." His low voice in my ear distracted me as I nearly reached my climax, and it pulled me back from the edge. Bastard! "I'm right behind you, and you are so sexy. Let me hear you. I'm there. I'm there, and you feel so good in my arms. Warm and soft and wet and open and…"

My orgasm started to hit, and I could hear him, too. He moaned loudly, something that sounded like my name, and I shoved my fingers inside my cunt hard and squeezed the pillow between my legs. Not enough. Oh, God, not nearly… but I felt myself shattering, and I screamed his name.

"Are you with me, Nick? I want to hear it, baby. Because you know I'm not done. Oh, god…" I kept rubbing myself, and I felt my second orgasm building. "Keep fucking me, Nick."

"I'm never stopping, baby," he groaned. "I'm so hard. My cock fills you, and you moan louder and louder with every move I make. And when I pull out of you…you whimper."

I did. Oh, God, why was he so fucking far away? "Don't stop! I need to come again, Nicky… please."

"I wanna taste you, baby. God, yeah. So I turn you around and fall to my knees…"

"Faster," I begged. His breathing was heavy and voice low inside my ear. Closing my eyes tighter, I could feel his voice enveloping me like the soft cotton sheets. A thousand fingers caressing my body…

"You feel my tongue replace my cock. God, you taste so good, baby. I can make you come again, can't I? Like no one else. I fuck you with my tongue, moaning against your pussy. You can hear and feel me inside you, can't you?"

"God, Nick. More. Lick me harder. Suck my clit. It's so fucking hard." And it was. I pinched my clit and felt myself exploding as I imagined Nick's head between my aching thighs. His tongue filling me and licking me until I couldn't take any more.

"You're so good, Rache. I love how you taste and smell. All mine. Oh, God…"

I lost him then, hearing him groaning my name as I screamed his again. Oh, shit. That was… we were quiet for a moment, both moaning and gasping for breath, coming down from that amazing high. No way was this over. That was only round one, right?

 

"So you wanna be a rockstar... up and down I love to watch you do it..."

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Happy Birthday, Nick.
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