Waking up the morning after a one-night stand made me smile. Especially one that would end with no problems. Girls don�t like it, well the good ones don�t but the �good� girls liked them just as much as men did. And thank God for those kind of girls. I never understood why virgins were saved in the movies. In my opinion their asses should have been killed and the easier girls should have been spared. The virgins weren�t putting out, what in the hell were they needed for? Oh well, life isn�t the movies and easy girls were always around. And easy girls aren�t bad. Being easy isn�t a bad thing its just sex and as along as you realize what you�re getting into and you accept it then great. Its only when they wanted more and knew they weren�t going to get it from the get go is when they became pathetic.
As she lies in bed and I order breakfast I began to think about Colleen. It just came out of nowhere but I decided I was going to Boston for that one week before the VMAs so I could see her again. For one moment I almost picked up my phone and called her but that wasn�t possible with another girl in my room. For one, once a girl has slept with you they feel possessive and territorial. And it would have been some huge slap in the face for me to talk to another woman in their presence.
Is that wrong?
Is my way of thinking na�ve?
More than anything I just didn�t want to risk Colleen hearing someone in the background. Would she think less of me? I feel like I have some type of high standing with her. I just hope she sees me as she did that night we went to the party. As someone who was confident, mature, who knew what was going on. I didn�t want to mess that up.
I went over to the balcony and opened the door. Already, so early in the morning, the weather was suffocating and hot. I put the phone to my ear and listened as it rang but there was no answer so I called the other woman who had been on my mind lately or more like my voice mail,
�Hello?� Messages upon messages had been left. None had been returned until this moment. It wasn�t something that she would take personally although she never did the same to me. Anytime I called and left a message she got back to me that same day,
�Hey mama. What are you doing?� I hadn�t talked to her since we were in California.
�Oh Nick I�m so glad you called. Listen, I�ve booked the rooms already. Angel and Aaron are going to stay in our suite. It�s only a three bedroom suite so we got you a suite down the hall. It�s a single but it has the kitchen, dining room everything that ours has, just about.� I can�t understand why she is so excited about this trip. It�s not like we haven�t had the money over the past few years and haven�t gone anywhere. We�ve been all over the world. One time my dad, Aaron and I went to the Cayman Islands. No one ever knew about that. It was the time of our lives. Here she is acting like we were going to some magical place, it was just Mexico.
�You�re really excited.� I have to admit I�m ready for us to all hang out together. And it wasn�t going to be on some cruise ship or something where fans could participate and I would feel obligated to pose for pictures and make appearances.
�It�s going to be perfect.� Most times our getaways were perfect. However, most times the whole family wasn�t around. Usually BJ and Leslie, like this time apparently, were the missing Carters,
�Are BJ and Leslie going to come?� I could hear her sigh,
�No, they want to stay in Florida.� Those girls. They weren�t about family very much. But they loved being Carters when they wanted something. Leslie was just as bad as BJ, she was just smarter. And materialistic as hell. Whatever she saw she had to have it.
She wouldn�t say it but I knew it always bothered her that the whole family could never get together. Not even on holidays. BJ and Leslie would go off and hang with some of their little horror friends who didn�t care about family and quality time either.
�Where are you right now?� It was crazy. There was a time when I didn�t know what state my family members were in. Before, it really got to me not being around Aaron, my only brother, but now it wasn�t so bad. I love them all just the same but it wasn�t like I needed to be around them as much as I did when I was seventeen and eighteen.
�We�re at home. Aaron is recording for his album.� One would think the kid was always working. Poor Aaron always working so hard. I don�t know how many times I�ve heard that. Actually, the only time the kid ever did any hard work was when he was on tour. And no leg of his tour ever lasted too long. The kid was getting over like a fat rat.
I turned my head and looked over to see her smiling at me, propping her head up on one hand.
�Hey mama I have to go. I just wanted to return your call.� I told her I loved her which drew a puppy dog expression from India.
�That was sweet as candy. Telling your mother you love her in front of someone? It takes a real man to be a mama�s boy.� I laughed as I stood near the bed,
�Well in that case my brother�s the real man. He�s actually the mama�s boy of the family.� Never mind all that. I sat down on the bed next to her and played with my phone wondering how this was going to end. She pulled the phone out of my hand. I didn�t necessarily want to hand it over to her but no has never been the most used word in my vocabulary. She flipped it open and turned it on, just as I was about to say something she said,
�I�m putting my phone number in here.� I watched as she navigated through the menu pretty easy. After she was done she looked up at me and smiled,
�There. Now we don�t have to worry about some awkward moment when we say goodbye.� I frown slightly and she smiled gently,
�If you want to call when you�re in Vegas then call. If not, no big deal.� I nodded and leaned into her, kissing her without hesitation. Our bodies were facing each other, her leg draped over my leg as she slid her hand inside my shorts and started stroking me. I moaned but it escaped deep into her mouth, her own moan floating into mine. She broke our kiss and pulled my shorts down. I kicked them off as she continued to work my erection in her hand. Her mouth opened, her tongue appeared and she licked the palm of her hand then resumed her firm hold on me. My eyes closed and my mind wandered as my head tilted back slightly.
She didn�t stop until her body was hovering over me. She slid down slowly and I couldn�t help but gasp at how wet she was. I grabbed her hips, she gripped my shoulder and together we fucked with an urgency. There was no romance, there was no slow pace. It was fucking, it was fast and it was hard. Our skin slapped together and just as I lifted her off me she fell down so quickly back down on me.
I wanted more than just on top of me and wanted to change positions. I put her on her knees and entered her from behind. And once again, our bodies sounded as if we were an audience clapping wildly. I closed my eyes again letting myself float in the feeling of her. I was lost in so much pleasure.
She arched her back and pushed her butt up higher. She rocked back as I thrust forward we met in the middle and it was perfect. Her moans and my grunts were loud, even as we were fucking I could tell. Normally, you don�t notice the volume until you�re silent again but I can definitely tell we were loud and I didn�t care.
All I wanted to think about was how good the sex was. She was talented, she was wet and she was unbelievably tight. To say I�m a happy man is putting it mildly. Who gets to live like this? I am having great sex after great sex and it�s never with the same girl. The single life is the only life.
Chapter 107
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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