Chapter 7

        The tour had finally ended, and we had managed to keep our relationship a secret from my father. Nick and I were extremely happy that the tour ended and that we'd get to spend more time together.
        My father had allowed me to stay with him and his family since I had decided to attend school there in Tampa. During the day I would be working at Old Navy; at night I would always be free to be with Nick. Our plan had worked perfectly for about two months, but then...the ball dropped.
        I had just gotten off work that night and decided to call Nick on his cell phone. He told me that he was going to be working in the studio all night for the album. At first, I was disappointed, but I decided that I would go and surprise him. As soon as my father came home for the day, I told him I was going out with some friends and went to see Nick. I grabbed some McDonald's on the way, and went straight to the studio.
        When I got there, I found Nick sitting at the mixing board, listening to a new track. He was so into the music that he never heard me come in. I took off my sweater and snuck up on him by placing my hands on his shoulder. Nick jumped up and quickly turned around.
        "Jesus Christ! Don't sneak up on a man like that," he said while catching his breath.
        "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," I said as I handed him a bag from McDonald's. "Dinner. I figured you'd be hungry."
        "All right, McDonald's! Great, I'm starving," he said as he opened the bag. He glanced back up at me suspiciously. "Does your dad know you're here?"
        I shook my head. "No, he's home for the night. I told him I went out with some friends."
        "Cool, have a seat," he said as he patted the leather seat next to him.
        I sat down and opened my bag of food. "So, why are you here so late?" I asked as I unwrapped my hamburger.
        "I'm listening to our new song. We're putting it on the greatest hits album."
        "What's it called?"
        "Drowning, do you want to hear it?"
        "Of course!" I said with a smile.
        Nick played the song for and I loved it. He looked over at me and scrunched up his nose.
        "What?" I asked.
        "I don't like how I sound on my part. Maybe I should do it over."
        "I thought you sounded fine. Sexy as usual."
        Nick smiled and kissed me. "Do me a favor, will ya?"
        "What?"
        "I'm gonna redo that part. When I point to you, push this," he said as he pointed to a red button. "Then when I point to you again, push this button," he said as he pointed to another button. "Got it?"
        "Got it," I said as I gave him the thumbs up sign.
        Nick got up and went into the recording booth. I watched him put on his headphones and waited for his part. He pointed to me and I pushed the first button. He sang his part and pointed to me again. I pushed the second button and went into the recording booth. 
        "That was great!" I said as I ran up to him and hugged him. Nick laughed and hugged me back.  He kissed my neck and I smiled. "Don't start something you can't finish, Carter."
        Nick smirked at me. "Who said I can't finish?" he said then grabbed my ass.
        I pushed him toward the chair that was in the corner. He knew what I was going for, so he pulled his pants down. I sat up on his lap and positioned myself close to him. Nick ran his hand up my skirt and felt my bare ass.
        "Are you wearing a thong?" he asked. I grinned at him. "You're not wearing any underwear, are you?"
        "I came prepared," I said. "Just sit back and relax. Let me give you something to make you smile."
        Nick watched me as I placed his dick inside of me. He moaned with pleasure as I began to move. We muffled our moans by kissing each other. After a while, it started to feel really good, so our moans became much louder.
        "Oh, Marcy!" Nick shouted.
        "Oh, Nick! Oh, yes!"
        I pumped harder and before I knew it, Nick had came.
        "Oooh," he moaned as he came inside of me.
        My walls began to contract and I felt my orgasm coming. "Oh, yes!" I shouted. "Oh, fuck me, Nicky!" I said then allowed myself to come on him.
        I collapsed onto Nick and kissed him tenderly. He grabbed me by my hips and led me off of him.
        "You better get going before you get into trouble," he said as he pulled his pants up.
        "Okay," I said as I straightened my skirt.
        "I'll call you."
        "Okay," I said then kissed him. "Good night."
        Nick kissed me back. "Good night," he said then led me outside.


Chapter 8


        A few night later, Nick called me up and asked me to meet him at his place. I didn't know what he had planned, but all he told me was to dress formally. So, I put on black dress that went down to my mid-thigh, black strappy sandals, and pulled my hair up into a French roll. I had a feeling that I would be out late so I packed an overnight bag. After leaving my dad a note and checking myself in the mirror, I got in my car and went to Nick's house.
        When I arrived at Nick's I saw him standing in the driveway wearing an Armani suit. He was looking so sexy. I parked my car and he opened the door for me. He grabbed my hand and helped me out of the car.
        "You look absolutely amazing," he said with a smile.
        "Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself," I said while admiring his suit. "So, where are we going?"
        Nick led me to his car and opened the passenger door for me. "You'll see," he said then shut the door.
        He got in the car and pulled out a bouquet of flowers and handed them to me. "For you," he said.
        "That's so sweet. They're beautiful," I said while sniffing them. "Come on, where are we going? The suspense is killing me."
        Nick laughed. "Fine, I'm taking you to theater. We're going to see Phantom of the Opera."
        "Are you serious?" I said excitedly.
        "Yup."
        "How did you get those tickets? I've been trying for months and they were sold out."
        "It's good to have the right connections," Nick said with a grin.
        I laughed and sat back in the seat. The show was amazing! All the lights, the music, the actors; everything was wonderful. I enjoyed myself that night; it was something that I knew I'd never forget. 
        After the show, Nick took me out for ice cream. We were eating our scoops of vanilla ice cream, when my cell phone rang. I picked it up to answer it.
        "Hello?"
        "Marcy, get your ass home right now!" It was my father.
        "But, dad, I'm out with some friends. Can't this wait?"
        "No!"
        "Why? Is someone hurt?"
        "No."
        "Sick?"
        "No."
        "Dead?"
        "No."
        "Then it can wait."
        "No, it cannot! Get your ass home right now! And bring Nick with you."
        "Nick? Dad, I'm not out with Nick. What are you talking about?" I lied.
        "Uh huh, I'm sure you're not. Just get home ASAP!" he yelled then hung up.
        "Nick, I think we've been caught."
        "Why do you say that?"
        "That was my father who just called. He sounded really pissed off. He wants both of us to go to his house."
        "Both of us? Why?"
        "I don't know. Lets go get my car and we'll see what's going on."
        "All right," Nick said as he drove in the direction of his house.
        When we arrived at my father's house, I wasn't sure what to expect. I went into the house with Nick and my father was in the living room waiting. I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't too happy.
        "Have a seat, both of you," my father said sternly. Nick and I did he said. "I can't believe that you two would have the nerve to sneak around behind my back. That has got to be the most disrespectful thing that you could have possibly done." He looked over at Nick. "Especially after we had our little agreement."
        "Our little agreement. More like your little agreement. I never agreed to do shit!" Nick said angrily.
        My father began to grow red in the face. "I was going to be lenient with this whole relationship thing, but that was before I found that you were sleeping with my daughter!"
        I gasped. "Where did you an idea like that? People can lie, you know. Whoever told you that is obviously lying. Nick and I are not sleeping together."
        "No one told me this," he said softly.
        "So, then when would make you think that we've been sleeping together?" Nick asked.
        "I have solid, hard core proof."
        "And what proof would that be?" Nick challenged.
        My father picked up the remote control to the CD player and pushed play. My heart sunk down into my stomach as I heard the moans of me and Nick come out of the speakers. It wasn't until I heard Nick say my name that I began to cry.
        "How did you get that?" I asked, shaking with embarrassment.
        "It was at the end of the demo tape. No one knew about it until someone transferred it to a CD."
        "Did anyone else hear this?" I asked.
        "Never mind that! I want to know who do you think you are screwing my daughter in the recording studio like that?" My father asked Nick.
        "What business is it of yours? Marcy is nearly twenty years old. She's a grown woman. What right do you have to tell her what to do?" Nick argued.
        "Leave my relationship with my daughter out of this! I'm only talking about you right now!"
        Nick clenched his fists together. "You are being totally unreasonable about this."
        "I'm being unreasonable about this!? You're turning my daughter into a slut and you think I'm unreasonable?"
        I grabbed Nick's hand to calm him down. "Dad, why are you placing the blame on Nick? There are two people involved here, you know."
        "Because you never acted like this until you got involved with that fucking bastard!"
        "All right!" I shouted. "That is enough! I am sick and tired of you childish behavior! When are you going to learn that you can't boss me around anymore? You had your chance nineteen years ago to raise me and you left! If anyone in this room is a bastard, it's you!" I said with tears streaming down my face.
        My father got up and leaned close to me. "Marcy, if you don't like rules or the way I run things in my house, then get out! And, if you continue to see Nick and I find out, you and your shit will be out on the lawn! That is all I have to say, good night," my father said then went upstairs to his room.
        Nick got up and walked to the door; I followed him. As soon as I got outside, I started bawling like a baby. Nick didn't say anything, he just held me close to him.
        "Don't worry, baby. We're going to be get through this, I promise."
        "Nick, I don't want to be kicked out of my house. I have no where to go. I can't go back home. My mom doesn't want me anymore. I have no friends out here that I can live with."
        "You have me," Nick said softly.
        "I don't think that would be a good idea. I already lost my father once, I don't want to lose him again by living with you."
        "I understand. I'll figure out something, okay?" I nodded. "Get some sleep, baby. I'll call you tomorrow," he said then kissed me.
        "Good night," Nick said then got in his car and left.

Chapter 9

        Being without Nick was extremely depressing to me. He was very busy with the new album and my father watched us like a hawk. Most of the time, my only contact with Nick was by the phone. I had my own line, so he'd call me late at night when everyone was sleep. It was better than nothing, but sometimes it wasn't enough. Not being able to see or touch Nick was very depressing. We had sort of a local/long distance relationship going on. It was driving me crazy!
One night, Nick made his usual midnight call, and I was about to burst.
        "Hello?" I said softly.
        "Hey, baby," he said a low, sexy voice. "Were you sleeping?"
        "No, I was just laying here, waiting for you to call."
        "I'm sorry, I took so long. I was on the net and lost track of time."
        "Oh," I said softly.
        "What's wrong, baby girl?"
        "Nothing," I lied.
        "Yeah, right. Don't lie to me. What's wrong?"
        "I just wish we could be together, that's all. I'm sick of just talking to you on the phone.             Sometimes I would like to be with you in person. Enough of this phone crap!" I said as I slapped my hand down on my leg. "Do you understand where I'm coming from?"
        "I understand completely, baby. We'll get through this, I promise. You just have to be patient."
        "I don't want to be patient anymore!" I nearly shouted.
        "Shh, baby calm down."
        I took in a deep breath and sighed. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm just a little impatient and frustrated." I blinked the tears from out of my eyes. "So how was your day?"
        "It was fine. I didn't really do much except listen to your dad bitch and complain about us not being serious enough during studio time. It was a blast, let me tell you."
        I laughed. "Well, I'm sure it was better than my day. I stayed in my room and read my school books. So eventful," I said while rolling my eyes.
        "I thought you were going shopping with Kira."
        "I was supposed, but her boss made her work."
        "Aw, too bad," Nick said quietly.
        "Yeah, but what can you do?"
        "Nothing, I guess," he replied.
        I could tell that he wasn't really paying attention to me by the sound of his voice. It was like, he heard what I said, but he wasn't listening to me.
        "What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously.
        "Nothing," he answered quickly.
        I cocked my right eyebrow up. "Uh huh," I said with a grin. "I know you're lying to me. If you weren't, you wouldn't have answered me so quickly."
        Nick chuckled. "Damn, you know me too well."
        "So, what are you doing?"
        Nick was silent for a moment, then finally spoke. "What do you think I'm doing?"
        "That's disgusting, Nick," I teased.
        "It never bothered you before."
        He was right. It had never bothered me before. The thought of Nick laying in bed, jerking off while on the phone with me, was totally making me horny.
        "What were you thinking about that made you so horny?"
        "Nothing, just the sound of your voice turns me on."
        I smiled. "Is that all?"
        "I'm being honest. Your voice is all it takes to turn me on. Although, I could use a little help."
        "What would you like me to help you with?"
        "Well, for starters, what are you wearing?"
        I laughed. "Right now?"
        "Yes."
        "I'm wearing a tank top with matching panties."
        "Mmm sexy. What color?"
        "They're both blue with white clouds."
        "Even sexier," he said in a low tone.
        "What about you?" I asked.
        "What about me?"
        "What are you wearing?"
        "Do you really wanna know?"
        "Yes," I replied, grinning widely.
        "Nothing."
        I felt myself go moist between my legs. "You mean, you're naked?"
        "You guessed it."
        I could've had an orgasm right then and there. It had been way too long since I had seen Nick naked. I had almost forgotten how much I missed it.
        "Are you okay? You got really quiet," Nick said.
        "Yeah, I'm fine. I just forgot how nice it would be to be with you right now." I said sadly.
        "Well, you can be," he said.
        "What do you mean? You want me to sneak out?"
        "No, we can be together on the phone."
        "What good would that do?"
        "Just close your eyes. Now, picture me laying next to you. I'm slowly caressing your stomach and I inch my way up to your breasts."
        I laid there with my eyes closed and moved my hand from my stomach to my breasts. I was amazed how far my imagination was taking me. It felt as if he were really there. I was fondling my own breast, when he spoke again.
        "Now I remove your shirt, and slowly make my way to your panties. I tease you by slipping my finger under the elastic of your panties and tickling you on your pelvis. After kissing you softly, I slowly climb on top of you and pull off your panties. I keep on kissing you and gently place my large, hard dick inside of you."
        I was listening to him tell me what would happen; before I knew it, I was masturbating on the phone with him. I had placed two fingers inside of me and began to moan softly. I must've been turning him on because I could hear him moaning too. That was turning me on even more. 
        "Oooh, baby," he moaned.
        "Oh, yes!" I moaned as I continued to finger myself.
        I fingered myself slow and hard. I was amazed of the results. I listened closely and I could hear Nick masturbating as well. His breathing quickened and I knew he was about to cum.
        "Ooh, shit, yeah!" Nick moaned.
        My walls tightened around my fingers, and I arched my neck back as my orgasm started.
        "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" I cried then came all over my fingers.
        I pulled my fingers from out of my twat and sighed.
        "Are you okay?" Nick asked.
        "Most definitely," I said as I reached for a tissue from the box by my bed. I wiped my fingers off and threw the tissue away. "That was great."
        Nick laughed. "Yeah, it was."
        I glanced at the clock by my bed. "Jesus Christ, it's nearly two thirty in the morning. You should get to bed, baby," I said.
        Nick yawned. "Yeah, I guess I should. Good night, baby girl."
        I smiled. "Good night."
        Nick made kissing noises into the phone. I laughed and made the same noises back.
        "Good night," I said again.
        Nick laughed. "Okay, good night," he said then hung up.
        I smiled to myself as I snuggled under my blankets. Nick always knew how to make me feel better. I couldn't wait to talk to him again. With that thought in mind, I grabbed my teddy bear and went to sleep.


Chapter 10

        It had been nearly three weeks since I'd been out of my house. I was about to go crazy! Nick was extremely busy with the new album and we were still limited to late phone calls.
        One Friday night, two of my friends from school showed up at my house. They begged me to go with them to a party they had been invited to. At first, I didn't want to go. I wanted to wait for Nick to call me.
        "Come on, Marcy. You've been sitting in this house way too long. One night without talking to your man isn't going to kill you," Kira said.
        "Yeah it will," I pouted.
        "Please, Marcy, come with us," Melissa begged. "It's going to be so much fun. You can even call Nick and invite him. We don't care. All we want is for you to come with us."
I smiled and shook my head. "All right, I'll go. Wait for me downstairs. I'll call Nick and get dressed."
        "Great!" Melissa exclaimed then left my room with Kira.
As soon as they left, I shut the door and called Nick. He picked his cell phone up after two rings.
        "Hello?" he said.
        "Hey, baby! What are you doing?"
        "I'm in the car, going to Taco Bell," he said with a laugh.
        "Well, what are you doing in an hour?"
        "I'll be in the studio, why?"
        I pouted. "I wanted you to come to this party with me. That's okay, I'll stay home."
        "Marcy, go to the party with your friends. I'd rather you be out having a good time than be at home feeling miserable."
        "Are you sure?" I asked, hoping he'd say no.
        "Positive, go have a good time and I'll call you at my usual time tonight."
        "All right," I said blandly.
        "Bye, baby."
        "Bye," I said then hung up.
        Quickly, I got dressed and ready then met my friends downstairs.
        "Is Nick coming?" Kira asked.
        "No, he's gotta go to the studio."
        "Aw, I'm sorry," Kira replied. "We'll still have a good time anyway."
        "Yeah," I said with a smile.
        We all piled into Kira's car and went to the party. I was having a great time. The music was hot, the food was slammin', and there were hotties everywhere (not that I was looking)! I mainly kept to myself on the couch. I was watching my friends go from guy to guy and eating nachos. I even got asked to dance by a couple of guys. That was fun, but it wasn't the same as being with Nick.
        I was beginning to get bored with the party, so I decided that I was ready to go home. I wanted to be home in the time for Nick's call. I was waiting outside for my cab to come, when I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. I turned around and saw it was one of the guys I had danced with earlier on in the evening.
        "Hi, what are you doing standing outside by yourself? A woman can put herself in danger by doing that," he said with a wide smile.
        "I'm waiting for my cab. I can take care of myself, thank you."
        "I'm sure you can," he said he moved closer to me.
        I could smell the beer on his breath. It was obvious that he was drunk. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable and I wished that my cab would hurry up. 
        "You know, I've been watching you all night," he continued. "You are one hot woman," he said as he grabbed my ass.
        I jumped forward at his touch. "Excuse me, I have a boyfriend. I'd really appreciate it if you'd keep your fucking hands to yourself!" I said as I slapped his hand away.
        "Your boyfriend's not here. What he doesn't know won't hurt him," he said as he grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the side of the house.
        I tried to pry his hand off my arm, but his grip was too tight.
        "Let me go, you fucking son of a bitch!"
        "Shut up and take off your pants!" he shouted.
        "No!" I screamed.
        He pushed me against the brick wall, causing my head to smash up against it. I felt myself nearly pass out from the blow. He grabbed my waist and unzipped my pants. I tried to get away, but my vision was blurred.
        "Please, no!" I screamed with tears streaming down my face.
        "Shut up, bitch!" he said as he pulled down my pants.
        He was about whip out his dick when I saw someone pull him off of me. My vision came back and to my surprise, it was Nick! I watched him punch the guy in the nose, then push him down.
        "You fucking asshole! Don't you ever touch my girlfriend again! Now, get the fuck out of here before I beat your ass!"
        The guy stumbled away from us and Nick came over to me. I was sitting on the ground crying. Nick helped pull my pants back up. He put his arms around and tried to calm me down.            Nick did not move from that spot until I stopped crying.
        "Are you okay?" Nick asked as he rubbed his hand down my back.
        "I...don't...know," I hiccuped.
        Nick examined the cut on my head. "That looks pretty bad. Does it hurt?" I nodded. "Can you see straight? Are you dizzy?"
        "I am a little dizzy," I replied softly. "I feel really tired too."
        Nick helped me to my feet. "Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital. You might have a concussion. Does anything else hurt?" he asked as we walked to his car.
        "No, nothing else hurts."
        "Good, lets go," he said as he helped me into the car.
        We arrive at the ER and I was seen immediately. Lucky for me, I only had a minor concussion that quickly went away. They gave me three stitches for the cut on my head and medication for the pain. I was ready to go home by that time.
        When they released me, I went to meet Nick in the waiting room. He smiled when he saw me.
        "Hey!" he said as he got up and hugged me. "How do you feel?"
        "A little woozy, and a little nauseous. The doctor told me the medication might make me a little unstable."
        Nick smiled and kissed me. "At least you're okay. I'll take you home," he said as he grabbed my hand.
        "Nick, no, my dad will freak."
        "Baby, I'm not worried about that. I think your dad would rather have you come home safely with me than in a cab."
        I sighed and nodded. "All right."
        We arrived at my house and Nick helped me into the house. We stepped into the doorway and I felt myself grow sick.
        "Ugh!" I moaned as I walked.
        "Don't puke on me," he joked.
        I laughed. "I won't."
        Nick sat me down on the couch when we saw my father walk in.
        "What the hell are you doing here?" he shouted.
        "Sir, I can fully explain--"
        "Oh, my God, Marcy! What happened to you?" he asked as he came over to me.
        "Nothing, Dad. I hit my head."
        "What did you do to her!?" my dad said to Nick.
        I could tell Nick was getting pissed off. He clenched his jaw before he spoke again.
"I did nothing, but save your daughter's life! If it hadn't been for me, she might've been raped!"
        My father stared blankly at Nick. "What were you doing there anyway?" he asked.
        "What difference does it make? What more do I have to do to prove to you that I love Marcy? Do you want me to race a train on foot? What!?"
        I wasn't sure that had heard Nick right. Did he really just say that he loved me?
        "You love me?" I asked.
        "Yes, and if that isn't good enough for your father to understand, then I don't know what else to do."
        I looked up at my father and he was smiling. "Dad?" I said.
        "I guess I was wrong about you, Nick. Maybe I have forgotten what it feels like to be young and in love."
        "So, what are you saying?" I asked.
        "I'm saying, I wish you both nothing but the best of luck."
        If I hadn't been heavily medicated, I might've screamed, jumped up, and kissed him. Instead, I just hugged Nick and grinned widely at my dad.
        "Thank you, sir," Nick said softly.
        "No need to thank me, Nick. Just take care of my little girl."
        "I will," Nick said then kissed my cheek.
        "Well, I'm off to bed. You kids don't stay up too late," he said as he went upstairs.
        "We won't," I called. I looked over at Nick and kissed him. "I am so happy."
        "Me too," he said as he put his arm around me and relaxed on the couch.
        We sat on my couch for two hours and just talked about nothing, but it was relaxing to have him in my house for a change. It was a nice feeling to lay my head on his shoulder and listen to him babble on about whatever was on his mind. It was the best feeling in the world.
        "Oh, geez, it's late. I better get going. You need to rest anyway," Nick said as he got up.
        "Okay," I said as I followed him to the door.
        He turned around and kissed me. "I love you," he whispered.
        "I love you too."
        He kissed the spot above my cut. "I'll call you in the morning to see how you're feeling."
        "Okay."
        "Good night," he said as he bugged me.
        "Good night," I said the let him out.
        I stood in the doorway and watched him drive away in his Mercedes. When he was gone, I shut the door behind me, locked it, and went to bed. As I lay in my bed, I thought about Nick. I couldn't believe that he said he loved me. It was sort of scary to me. How did I ever end up in that situation? I will never know.