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Take me to Disney Land, I'm ready to ride!
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Now we were gonna have fun. I knew working for the Hansons was gonna be a blast, but damn, a free trip to Disney Land?! Kickass! Granted, my job was trivial. Nowhere would my name appear in a gramy acceptance speech, ever, but I did feel appreciated. Secretly, between me and you, I have the absolute best job on the planet. Gawd how I love my job. Guess what I do, you'll never guess. I am one of the stylist assistants for the band Hanson. That's right baby, I get to see three drop dead gorgeous men run about in their skivies and I get to play dress up with them. Could you just die?! By pure stroke of miracle I landed this job. By miracle I mean the miracle of birth, my Mom got it for me by asking my second cousin if she would mind giving me a job for the summer. That was two years ago. Believe me, I never miss an opportunity to thank my cousin or my Mom. Life on the road aint so bad. I hang with the crew, even though they make fun of my heavy southern accent, we have a ball. When the guys get the chance to carve out a bit of time from their day they even hang with us. Sometimes I even volunteer to substitute for one of the nannies just to help out. They have great kids, lively handful bunch, but every last one of them is sweetly endearing. I remember once when practicly everyone in the family and crew had caught a stomache virus. Man that was a fucked up week. Not really fun to be sick when you're on the road. Poor Diana and Walker were just wiped out and the nanny had to go home for a funeral. I was given the privillage of traveling on their bus for a few days. I think that was when it all started. Zac was a sick little puppy. He puked at the mere mention of food. Poor kid, that was a rough week for him. Three shows too, he pulled through like a real pro. Had to admire that. Isaac did his best to keep the brood under control with Taylors help, but the pressures of the road were overwhelming and they resorted to asking me for extra help. I was happy enough to lend a hand. The children and I were comfortable enough with each other, and being a big sister I was ready to handle even the two who were sick. Yup, I even waited on Zac occasionaly. (Nice way of saying I got to him with a bucket before he barfed on the floor.) Isaac never did seem to catch it and nor did I. Tay was lucky and only had mild queesyness. Days on the bus were dark and hushed while they all rested and fought off illness. Zoe and Avie luckily were over it before I arrived on the scene. Mackie and Jess were just as bad off as Diana and Walker. Poor little souls. That had to be the hardest week of work I ever did. But it was one I would not ever forget, and I aint talking pepto and juice boxes here. Each evening I found myself eatting alone with Isaac long after all were tucked in their bunks. Sometimes he would cook for me, sometimes the otherway around. We talked late into the nite, seems he was just as much a night owl as I was. Not wanting to wake the others with the television we opted to sit at the table listening to soft music and play cards or just chat. Sometimes he would even play for me or just sit and compose new songs while I sat across from him and read or wrote emails on his laptop he so graciously lent to me. I looked forward to those nights. There was certainly an attraction there on my part, come on, Isaac Hanson... who aint gonna be swooning? I kept it to myself and played it cool though, I did not want to loose my job cause I made my boss uneasy. I was not a teenie psycho. I was an aficianado. I shouldn't have been so worried though. One quiet afternoon as we rolled down the tarstrip in the scorching heat, I was let in on a secret quite by accident. I stood in my shorts and bra in the bathroom. I was scrubbing out a puke stain on my t-shirt that I had recieved from a loving Mackie. No matter how often I held his head, somehow he still managed to get some on me. The door was yanked open but I was not really startled, not like I was totally naked or something. None the less I was greeted with a red faced Isaac babbling appologies as he shut the door. I left my shirt to soak for a bit and wrapped the towel around me. No need to further embarrass the man. I retrieved a fresh shirt from my bag and put it on. When I was returning the towel and wringing out my shirt to put into my laundry, I over heard Tay and Ike talking. "No shit?" Tay. "I shit you not." Ike. "So did ya ask her yet?" Tay. "Are you kidding?" Ike. "Why the hell not man?" Tay. "Fucking A, I just caught her half naked, you think I got the balls to do it now?" Ike. "Jesus Ike, suck it up man. I didn't mean you just blurt out you wanna fuck her, just ask her out. It aint that hard dude." Tay. "That's easy for you to say. Damn you should have seen her, she was fucking fine!" Ike. "Just do it. Wait till tonight. Do it when you're alone." Tay. "Maybe." Ike. "No maybe man, do it. You know you want her." Tay. "Yeah. I want her bad. I want her so bad it hurts. The other night she got me so fucking horny I had to lie to her and say I was turning in early cause I was tired. I can tell ya my hand just was not very satisfying no matter how much my vivid imagination pictured her lips wrapped around my cock." Ike. Fuck me, Isaac was hot for me. Shit. The smile did not leave my face all day no matter how many times I was thrown up on.
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He did get up the courage to ask me out. We did manage to go out a few times that summer. When the tour ended I went home to Texas, but he still called me. We never had done anything more than a few heavy makeout sessions. Hell, even his rents accepted us as dating. We weren't really boyfriend/girlfriend but we were sorta together. The next tour I was actualy asked back. Gee, I wonder who put a few good words in for me with the boss? *big grin* Before the start of the tour he even made a special trip to see me and drive me back to Tulsa for the tour. Drove all the way there all by himself. I was truely touched. We spent a wonderful three day weekend at my Dads ranch. We got reaquainted quickly and picked up right where where we left off. To surprize him, on our last night there, I cooked up a bit of western fun for him. After lunch I informed him I had a surprize for him. Intrigued, he agreed to follow all instructions without questions. I let him know he had to pack up his stuff and leave it ready for when we returned to Tulsa. I instructed him that he would be needing jeans t-shirt and a warm coat for his wardrobe. But he would have to ditch his shoes. I had him so curious, but he did not go back on his word, not a question passed those delicious lips of his. While my mom and dad distracted him for me with a pointless tour of the cattle pens, I scurried around the kitchen and packed the picnic basket and filled the canteens. Before their return, I was sure to make myself scarce. I have no clue what they did to keep him from looking for me, but I was grateful. I trotted of to the horse barn and gathered the gear and saddled dads new bay and my own horse, Candyapple. After cinching the last bed roll and securing the basket and rechecking the saddle bags, I snuck back into the house. Quietly I headed up the back stairs and Changed into my riding clothes. Not wanting to bore Ike to death, I decide to save him from the rents and my little bro. I sauntered down the stairs, hat, boots, chaps and all, and announced it was now time for us to be on our way. I kissed my parental units goodbye with promises to be careful and tucked dads old pistol in my waistband with a pocket full of bullets. We headed to the barn and the awaiting saddled pair. "What's all this?" he asked me with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. "This is your surprize." I replied with a sweep of my hand toward the pair that were itching to get underway. "Really?" he almost squeeled. I chuckled at him. He was obviously pleased. "I don't like gotta wear chaps do I?" he asked hesitantly. "No, not if you don't want to, but if you would so kindly indulge me." I hinted to him as he followed me to the interior of the barn. "Aww come on, do I hafta?" he was so damned cute when he made that face. "No, but you know what I would think if you did." I hinted to him. He was well aware of what I thought of his ass. Visions of his ass in chaps? Too delicious not to lobby for. He relented and I was verily rewarded. Tenfold. He looked better in tight jeans and black leather chaps than my imagination could ever have fathomed. Shit he was hot. I told him to go ahead and mount up on the bay as I got a handful of oats from the bin. I had to have some excuse to watch that fine ass strut infront of me. I was sure I was gonna have a hard time keeping my hands to myself. Maybe it was time I broke some of those limits.
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A peaceful day in the country was a special treat for him. He truely seemed to enjoy every moment of it. We rode in relative comfortable silence most of the way. When we came to the river I stopped him so I could search for a safe crossing. He dismounted and sat beneath a shade tree after tying the bay to a scrub brush to graze. When I left him he had stretched beneath the tree with his hands behind his head, baseball cap on his chest, and his eyes closed. Face turned upward, the dappled sun danced across his features and I could hear him softly singing to himself. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of him. He was so breathtakingly beautiful. I tore my gaze from his presence and searched out a shallow that wasn't too rocky. Upon finding one further up the river I returned shortly. I almost didn't want to disturb him. He looked so peaceful laying there. But, I knew if we didn't get underway before too long we would not reach our destination in time. This was one thing I wanted to share with him. As I approached him he turned his head towards me and smiled. He stood and stretched his lithe body, replaced his cap and mounted the bay once more. Not a word passed between us. That felt really good. He followed me and we crossed the river with no problems save for wet feet. My old worn boots were used to such treatment. I only hoped he didn't mind. He had borrowed a pair of my Dads old cowboy boots so he wouldn't ruin his expensive leather oxfords on our outting. I knew they were a little tight on him but he wasn't complaining. How his feet felt wet... was another story. We rode over the last ridge and the peaks came in sight. I figured we would make it in time after all. We had made good time. Ontop of the ridge we stopped for a moment to drink in the view. He came up beside me and I felt his knee bump mine. I looked his way and was granted a warm smile. He leaned over and brought my face to him for a tender kiss. "You are a wonderful woman. Thank you for all of this." "There is more to come, I do it all for a wonderful man." I replied as his callosed hand caressed my cheek. At a cantor we entered the valley and started up the low easy slope. We reached the top within half an hour. A beautiful sight now, I knew in a few hours it would be unforgettable in show. We dismounted and unsaddled the pair with light conversation. I tied them to a line and staked them to graze. He carried the gear to a clearing I pointed out to him. I soon joined him and we set up for our stay. "How long are we going to be here?" he noticed the time for the first time. He realized if we stuck around we would not get back before dark. "Tonight, we sleep with the stars." I gestured with a wide sweep to the valley below. Did that hold a double meaning? Could be. But to me he was no longer really a star, he was beautiful Isaac. He seemed to warm to that idea quickly as a grin over took his face. "I have not done that since we were kids." he admited. "Well I think it's high time you do." I asserted. He spread out the big old quilt over the smooth dry ground. I threw the bedrolls and gear against a piece of deadwood, dry and worn from many similar trips up here. He took both saddles and lay them at one side over the end. I watched the muscles in his back glide over eachother. Mmm he was delectable.
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He sauntered off in search of wood for the fire as I laid out our bed rolls one on top of another for more comfort on the hard ground. I threw our coats down ontop and stood satisfied. I readied the firepit and searched my pockets for the lighter I had pilfered from the kitchen earlier. Before his return I had a small fire going and ready for more fuel. When I spied him I stood and brushed off my hands on my chaps and went to help him with the large armfull he had gathered. I threw on a couple of small braches right away. He dumped his load uncerimoniously at the edge of the clearing. I joined him in breaking up some of the longer pieces by stepping on them. We sat near the fire and nursed it to roaring. I set about making dinner. He ransacked the pile of gear and came up with his prize. He lovingly stroked his guitar as he sat cross legged and leaned against the log. "I'm glad you had the foresight to bring this." He directed to me though his eyes never left the instrument as he softly strummed. "How could I not? It is a part of you just as much as a hand or eye or your heart." I told him in all earnesty. He raised his head to meet my line of vision. "That was beautiful. You can be very poetic at the most unexpected moments." his smile warm and genuine. At that I could not help but blush and I lowered my eyes. He regained my attention with a soft chuckle. "You are so cute when you blush. It's almost like a little girl in pigtails. Thank you for bringing my guitar." This compliment I took with more grace. I crawled toward him on hands and knees and pecked his soft lips gently. "You are welcome." I slid down beside him knee to knee and he played for me as dinner simmered and the haze of twilight fell around us. We cuddled and ate heartily. We sang and watched the sunset in silence. We laughed and star gazed. We talked and we kissed. On the bundled bed rolls we lay together snuggled up under the old quilt and used our coats as pillows. I was ready to move ahead in our relationship. I let him know just how far I was willing to take it when the first opportunity presented itself to me. No matter how many hot and heavy make out sessions we shared he was always the one to stop it, siteing his respect for me as grounds. This time I didn't let him. He had already stripped his shirt and I lay with mine open and my bra exposed. My thigh rested between his and I could feel the heat through our jeans. His seering kisses flowed down my neck and puddled onto my collarbone. My hands burried deep in his curls I was begining to crave him more and more. His thumbs stroked over my black satiny bra and my nipples raised in tight hard peaks in my excitement. My little moans of contentment grew to wimpers of hunger. He noticed and began to pull away. I pulled him to me once more and kissed him ardently. I sucked on his tongue and this time it was he who moaned. I licked his lower lip as he gained his breath. Growing more bold I left a trail of soft kisses down his throat and stopped briefly to suck on his adams apple. I felt him grow harder against my thigh. I traveled down and paid attention to both of his chocolate nipples with my tongue and lips. My hands ventured further south and I pulled him to me tightly when I grabbed his ass. His sugar lips found my neck and he nibbled his way to my fantasy. I followed my path back up his throat and detoured to his ear. Licking his lobe I enticed him with a breathy whisper. "Isaac, make love to me. Please, I need you. Now." I hear a gutteral groan from deep within him. He tossed his head back and stretched his tightly strung body then brought himself back around me in a loving embrace as he lay his head on top of mine and kissed my forhead. "Are you sure that's what you want? You know that's something we can't undo." he whispered into my hair. I answered him, "More than anything." We both chuckled silently with that one. My smile faded when he took seige of my lips again. Oh he could kiss me and leave me breathless with such ease, it was insane how he could manipulate me and my senses. I was impatient. I had waited so long for this, just as long as he had, how can he be so calm and deliberate in his actions? The teasing touches were a tittilating torture. Oh he was good.
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I searched for the button of his jeans and quickly popped it open. Meeting no resistance only served to embolden me. I ran my fingertips over his hardened bulge as I slid his zipper down. "Mmm..." we both voiced our pleasure. I unbuckled his chapps and stood to help him off with his boots. He looked at me quizicly when I stradled his leg with my back to him. When I picked up his foot he got the point. He braced himself against the log and I tugged. Man that was on tight. How the hell he could pour his huge feet into them and not complain was beyond me. To make the trauma worse, his feet were still wet so that was making it all the harder to pull them off. He, being the clever clown he is, took matters into his own hands. Wrapping his strong arms around the log he braced himself and placed his other giant foot on my ass and pushed me away from him. Well damn it, it worked! I tumbled forward boot in hand onto my hands and knees. Shaking my head we both roared in laughter. "Isaac, you dumb ass you could have warned me first." I scolded between gufaws. "Oh well then I would not have been rewarded with such a view now would I have been?" he teased. Tossing his boot aside I rose and approaced him to help with the other boot, I mockingly pouted at him. "Are you trying to say I have a fat ass?" He turned suddenly serious but never lost his smile. "Far from it baby. I was saying that you make me hard for you in that postion. A wonderous view it was. Now I know why you like chapps so much, damn baby you got a nice ass." He may have laid it on a bit thick, but it was working. I positioned myself again to help him with his boot, this time though I was able to brace myself. With much tugging and struggle it popped off. I tossed it too aside and turned to face him. He peeled off his sox and tossed them in a heap near his shirt. When he looked back to me a sly grin lit his face in pleasure. He was enjoying his own private strip show. I untucked my shirt and unbuttoned it the rest of the way. I let it slide down my arms and cascade to the ground behind me. I toed my worn loose fitting old boots off easily and quickly peeled my sox off and tucked them into my boots. From behind me I removed the pistol from my waistband recieving a slight quizical look from Isaac. I ignored it. I bent forward and lay it behind his head. He fingered my locket and trailed a finger over the rise of my breast. His touch leaving a path of tingles on my skin. I reached for the buckle of my chapps and his hand gently covered my own to stop me. What was he doing? Was he going to back out on me? No way could he do that to me now. I looked at him puzzled. His voice low and raspy with a hint of urge to it he voiced his wishes. "Please. Leave 'em on?" So that's what he wanted. Hmm... Sexy. I smiled and began to undo my buttonfly jeans tortureously slowly as his hands slid up my calves. He unbuckled my chapps one leg at a time and I eased out of my jeans kicking them to the side. Reaching behind me, I unfastened my bra and let the straps fall. Rising to his knees he pulled it away from my body and caught his breath. "My god but you are beautiful." his fingertips ran over my face and came to rest on my lips and I kissed them. Giving a heavy sigh he lay his head on my tummy as he wrapped his arms around my body. "What did I ever do to deserve a woman like you?" he asked more of himself. I pulled back slightly from him and searched his hypnotizing eyes that captured the flickering light of the fire. "Isacc," I asked incredously, "don't you realize all that you have done for the world? It's me who should be asking why I deserve such a man." He got to his feet and looked down to me. "Screw the world, I just will never understand why you put up with me." he said seriously. I smoothed my hands up his chest and gave him a loving smile. He continued, "You made it so easy to fall in love with you. What did I ever do to make you stick around?" Was he serious? It was time I set him straight, and did he just say he loved me? Whoa, that was a new admission. I liked it. I liked it a lot. Though I stood in naught but hat, chaps and my panties, I felt more comfortable than if I were covered in a parka. Nothing could be more comfortable than being wrapped in Isaacs love. "I love you because you fill me with wonder. I love you because you teach me new perspectives. I love you because you make me laugh when my world crumbles. I love you because you love me. What more do I need to keep me bound to you?" The tears shimmered in his eyes as he watched the fragile words tumble from my mouth. Determined not to let any of them shatter, he stopped me from saying anymore. His mouth over took mine and I was rendered breathless with the truth that lay between our lips. Now I was no longer uncertain. For the rest of my life no matter where or when or who, I knew I would always love and need this man. The thought both frightened and thrilled me. I lost myself in him, and I never wanted to be found.
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Our kiss was passion and we heated the night with it. Need for more grandure pushed us further. In desperation to consume each other we could not think the possibility of stopping now. Of what I needed of him and he of I we took freely, and we rejoiced. He crushed his lips to mine and I could hear him breathing raggedly and heavy like a rutting elk. His need pressed against my midriff. Anxious to be satiated by him like I knew no other ever could, I pushed his jeans from his hips running my hands roughly over his ass. They fell to his ankles and he stepped from them but never left my mouth. I kicked them aside as he walked us back to heaven a couple of steps and we sank to our knees on the bedrolls. He bent his head and captured my nipple between tender teeth. Rolling his tongue around his prisioner I moaned in excitement. His hands slid up my body and he cupped my breasts in each. He ran his thumbs over my nipples as his lips briefly returned to mine. I wimpered in delight when his trail of kisses turned to nibbles on my neck. I pushed him over and whisked his boxers from him in a flash of lust. He reached for me trying to sit up. I pushed him back down with one hand as I wrapped the other around his thick shaft. He moaned softly at the contact. His hot cock was made as a toy for my hand. I stroked him in an even rythum to his shallow breaths. Continuing my braille lesson on his penis I leaned into him and captured his tongue and sucked on it. His hands tortured my breasts delightedly. I turned from his tasty lips and faced the fire at our feet. I watched as my hand seemingly moved of its own volition and carressed every ridge and crevesse of his manhood. A drop of clear sweet liquid rolled down from the tip and before it could be wasted between my fingers I reached for it with my tongue. He was delicious in every sense of the word. I had had my taste, now I wanted the eighteen courses. My hands and mouth became partners in pleasure to him. I cupped his heavy balls and lapped the length of him. I felt his tight body stiffen beneath me. I fingered him just under the tip as I my tongue parted his slit seeking more necter. His pleading moan broke the last of my will power and I took the entire length of him down my throat and ground my nose into his pelvis while I attempted to swallow him whole. "Shit!" his only explainitive as he grabbed my ankle. I sucked him with long hard strokes of my mouth and tongue, my hands massaging and rolling his balls. His hand slid up my leg and dragged across my ass. He tore my panties down to my knees and left them somewhat in shreads trying to get them past the chaps buckles. His hand explored and he ran his thumb up and down my slit. Knowing what he wanted I spred my knees apart for him. Tantalizingly he slowly slid his fingers closer to my aching hole. When he gave into my mournful pleas I was sent to nirvana. Two long lean fingers slid into me and filled me with bliss. "Mmm baby, you're tight." I hear him growl from behind me. I push my hips back to meet him as he sends me another stroke. Oh how long I have waited to feel that. It seems hours I had spent studing his hands and fantasising about what it would feel like, the reality was far unsurpassed. I felt him shift slightly below me as he drew his arm forward off the back of the log where he had been hanging on for dear life since I deep throated him. With calloused fingers he roughly ran circles over my nipples exciting me tremendously.
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Those hands may have created arts for masses to behold, but I would ever now view them as masterful in arts of ethereal pleasures. My breath caught in my throat and I let him slip from my lips. One hand rolling a nipple to and fro and the other deep in my pussy with strumming thumb on my clit, he made me cum harder than I ever had before. Intensity gripped my body and on all fours I threw myself against his expert hand as the waves of extasy set in. Only a otherworldly moan escaped me. I couldn't stop cumming, he was relentles in his pleasures. Fearful my sanity was slipping I gathered strengths from unknown depths and tore my body away from his carnal assult. As I rolled over to my back I tried in vain to catch my ragged breath. My hat brim slipped down over my face but I cared not. My chest heaving I trembled in the vast night tring to grasp in my mind the small amount of reality I had left. He brought me back to earth with a touch on my ankle. I heard a rustle of cloth as his hand slid up my leg and over my thigh to rest on my hip. I felt the heat of him as he loomed over me, hands pressing the flesh of my breasts against me. I felt skin on skin when he siddled up and rested between my knees. It almost didn't even register when his rough palms left my body. I once again felt crisp, moist, night air hit my face. I opened my eyes to behold a most beautiful sight. Lust etched in eyes of brown flame. Sugarpink lips curled slyly. Soft cascades of short blonde curls writhing in firelight tossed wind. He pitched my hat to the side as my hand smoothed up his powerful arm that held him above me. I was struck speechless. How can one thank a man for such a gift? I would have to puzzle that later. I had a feeling we were going to repeat that exchange. This time, I would be the bearer of pleasures. I looked forward to it. He bent forward to my ear, "You, will never know how sexy you looked laying there. I had all I could do not to cum." he whispered. Hot breath sent electric currents throughout my body as I arched my back. His lips brushed against my hardened nipple and it made me sigh. His strong legs tensed as he moved closer to my body and his knees spread my thighs. He rose above me and took my hips in hand as he lifted me up to him. He carressed my thighs within the chaps as I wrapped my legs around him. In the back of my mind it registered that for the rest of my life I will never be able to hear the creak of leather and not smile in rememberence of this night. Then all thought left me and I swam in delights of feeling. A molten granite collumn entered my body. I had to have died and goen to heaven. Nothing could feel that good in real life, I had finaly gone over the deep end and lost my battle. Must be, sanity left me long ago. I opened my clenched eyes to find myself still quite sane apparently. Warm body above in motion was testament to that. Tears of joy brimmed my eyes. So this is what love feels like. Who could have known? How could they ever have explained it? Now I understood the millenias filled of poets, schollars, and artisans that tried and failed. Description was intangible and all encompasing where this was concerned. It was a secret society of elite. Once one was initiated, you were expected to join in the silent code. Sit back and smile whilst nodding when looking upon a new set about to enter the cult. They all had found their own way, as did you, the next will have to also. Love just was. Nothing more could be said of it. So, this is what love felt like. I wondered to the man I shared this with. Have his questions been answered? Did this only serve to create a whole new set? Will this be inspiration or destruction? Life will go on, if all those before him have not uncovered the answers, why should he be able to forge them solidly? Because I know that all the answers have been set in stone upon my heart, placed there by him. Surely he knows what is written, but will he share with the world what we share? Mayhaps some of it. I concluded, it be inspiration anew that shall drive him forward. We will continue to create new answers and our love will grow in the garden of our togetherness.
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My reality floated back to me when his movement began. Long fluid strokes lulled me into complacency. His voice soft and plaintive in my ear, he spoke words of adoration. Our hands above our heads dug into the rich earth, joining much the same way our bodies had. He filled me in mind, body, and spirit. I recieved him accordingly. Overwhelmed with raw emotions but knowing in certainty, I returned in like kind. "I love you." and I had meant it more than I had meant anything that ever passed my lips before in my life. His eyes found mine and I thought he would cry in joy from his expression. "I have waited so long to hear those words spoken, say it again." he pleaded. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" With every utterance his pace quickened. My confession his fuel of passion. My body belonged no longer to me. I gave all of myself to him. He spent me wisely. Years of pent up longing, months of repressed lust, all took their toll and the build up began. He pumped into me with a ferocious desperation. My hips nearly shattering in my efforts to satiate his evergrowing hunger. Life expanded on my horizon, jolts of surging power collapsed my thoughts. He had once again strung me like catgut and I bent to his will. Wrapped in my own explosive orgasm I still managed to capture a moment of his own event fantastique. A shuddering roll of energized flesh on flesh his animalistic gutteral growl cut quick to my inner sanctum. A rush of wet warmth crashed within me and washed down my inner thigh. Spent explosively, he slumped upon my own body. Still joined as one he wrapped his aching arms about me. It was I who cried in joy and he soothed me with tenderest of kisses and hushed whispers. As he lay to my side he brought me with him, he slipped from my body and fresh tears begged release from the loss. Cradled in his arms he protected me from my emotional overflow. He held me together. No more did my mind wander and try for escape, I had gone to never never land, I won't be comming back. Under the watch of billions of blazing suns in the expanses of space, he quietly covered us. Wrapped in his loving arms, I slept. I slept steeped in true euphoria. So, this is what love feels like. Oh how I hope I don't wake to find this all a dream. I could not stand loosing Isaac after I had given myself to him. If I lost him how would I ever find myself again. I opened my eyes to find a pair of warm rich brown ones staring back at me. No, this was real. Of that I was sure. That made it all the more delicious. God how I loved this man. And after I capture my breath, I shall set my mind reeling again. I will make love to him all night if need be. Come dawn, I'm sure I would believe my reality, if not, what fun to prove my theories!
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That was just what we did. We came with the dawn. A new day alighted and in its face, life was glistening with joy. Warmed by sun on my face and love in my heart, I curled into the body next to me and slept once more. Nearly no better a feeling is there than to wake beside the one you love. He extended towards me a glowing smile. He had been caught watching me sleep. Really I didn't mind, I knew I would have done the same. Having rid myself of my chaps earlier, much to his dismay, I rose in the warmer morning air, soft early summer breezes kissed my bare skin. Knowing I was alone in the world save for the one I loved, I bothered not to cover myself. I was not self concious by anymeans. I grabbed a canteen and headed to the tree line. "Where are you headed off to?" he sounded like I was leaving him forever. "I shall return shortly General Hanson. Gathering supplies for the troops." I joked. He laughed softly and wove me away with a haughty hand in air. I passed the horses and restaked them further over for fresh grazing. I pat Candyapple on her thick neck and whispered to her. I had missed her. She nuzzled my shoulder with her soft nose. I lay my head against her and gently promised to return shortly to satiate her thirst. I continued on my way to the stream. A refreshing dip in the ice cold water and a long drink later, I returned with full canteens once more. Upon my arival I stopped long enough to gaze on beauty. Isaac stood clad in nothing more than jeans slung low on his hip attesting to the fact he had neglected to do them up. Hips cocked to one side he rested all his weight on one foot. Toned tanned arms crossed his chest and an intense look held grip on his face. He stared out towards the valley that lay below. Chilled from my dip, I lay the canteens down and wrapped a blanket from one of the bedrolls about my shoulders. I approached him and lay my head on his shoulder as I wrapped my arms around him from behind. He heaved a heavy sigh and grasped my arms in his own. His back vibrating with his deep tone he spoke quietly to me. "I don't want to go. I know I have to, I just don't want to. I'm afraid this has all been nothing more than a vivid fantasy. If it is, I'm not sure I'm ready to give it up and return to reality." I smiled against his back. He felt the same way I did it seemed. "I know sweetheart, but we both have responsibilities, some of us more than others." I hinted to him playfully. He faced me then. Embracing me in tenderness he rained light kisses on my closed eyes and lips. "Do I hafta?" he pouted. There was that damned cute face again! "Yeah, you gotta. But, I'm comming with you. So, maybe it won't be so bad?" I did want to ease his mind. I knew what lay ahead was going to be difficult for us, and all of the world. Oh now there was a hard concept to wrap my mind around. The whole world. I had almost forgotten that he did not belong to just me and me alone. I had to share him with a whole planet. That was going to take some getting used to. I was ready to try it though. Anything for the love I found was worth trying, no matter the difficulty of the struggle. Dragging us back to reality, I knew soon enough we would have to get back to the ranch, we had a long drive back to Tulsa ahead of us and I did not want his family to worry about him. "What time is it?" He looked to me with a pitious face as if I had asked him if he ran over my puppy. He let go of me and bent to the heap that were his clothes. "Be careful hun, rattlers like to curl up in stuff like that." I didn't mean to be frightening, only cautious. He jumped back and recoiled his hand as if he were burnt on lava. "Jesus, you mean we slept out here where there are snakes and shit?!" he was visibly shaken. "Isaac, it's ok, we made a lot of movement and that tends to discourage them. Just the same I thought I should warn you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." I soothed him. "Well that explains the *shoot'n iron*" he eased. "And here I just thought you wanted to kidnap me and have your way with me at gun point like some kinky fanfic." he said in mock disappointment. "Oh don't get your hopes up there Mr. Ego." I chuckled at him. A comicly indignant look flashed over his face. "What? You mean you don't want me just for my body?" he couldn't help the grin that sprouted on his lips. I could only shake my head and laugh as I turned from him and fetched the watch myself. Apparently we had not slep that long. It was gonna be a tiring day after all. I thought it best if we get under way soon.
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"Come help me water the horses and we can blow this pop stand." I tugged on his hand as I joked with him. "Don't you think you should get dressed first?" he asked me with a smirk. "What the hell for? Aint like it's the first time I ever rode naked bareback." I shrugged. "You're kidding?!" he stopped in his tracks. "Hardly Ike, come on, I grew up out here. I am not the wallflower your Mom thinks I am." "Well I think you pretty much proved that point last night didn't ya now." he joked as he pinched my ass. I scooted away from him quickly and giggled. He reached for me again. I took off running and he gave chase. He had no chance of catching me. He had no shoes on and he was definately not used to going barefoot outside in the wild like I was. Shortly I caught up with Candyapple and the bay. I untied them and held the reins. With a great heave I pulled myself up on her back, threw my leg up over and straddled her. Hanging onto her mane I trotted off easily back in his direction, the bay in tow. He had stopped half way there and just stood mouth agape. "What the hell you trying to do, catch flies?" I teased him. "How the hell did you do that?" he asked in awe. "Ike hun, I grew up with horses. Come on, get a wiggle on, the horses have to be watered before we can head back." He shook his head and walked back to the mess of blankets on the ground. He retrieved both of his boots, shook them out, just in case, and slipped into them. Taking the reins of the bay from me he walked along side of me on Candyapple. I lead him to the swift stream and he tied the bay to a branch while he too got a long drink and a quick wash. "Holy shit that's cold!" I laughed softly at him. "You're such a city boy." I teased as Candy apple eased into the stream to drink. "Hey! I resemble that remark." he laughed at himself. "I think I'm way too used to hotel life." he chided himself lightly. "Ah, the price of fame and glory." I teased. Knee deep in the fast running water he approached me. He lay his hand on my thigh turning small circles with his thumb. "Does that bother you?" he looked to me with all seriousness. "Isaac, that isn't anything we can't learn to deal with. You have had a few years to try to make peace with it, and you seem to be adjusting nicely, what's to say I won't be able to do the same?" A look of relief washed over him, his eyes twinkled in joy. Simple statements really were the best in life. Over the next two hours we ate and packed up. Yes I even dressed. We headed back down the mountain and back to reality. Really though, I knew we would be taking a piece of that place with us. It was now just as much a part of us as we were of it. When we reached the valley he serenaded the lizards and I with soft songs of longing. His voice rang clear in the morning air. I was trying to deal with the fact that I would be hearing that voice on a daily basis for a very long time to come. Could life get much better? All too soon we returned to the ranch. He helped me put away the tack and gear then we headed to the quiet house. My bro the only one around I querried the where abouts of the rents. Not bothering to tear himself away from the playstation, he shrugged and vaguely mentioned the fenceline and Addies. Well, reguardless of his lack in communication I was able to decipher the lost language of teenager. Dad was riding fence lines and Mom was next door. I fixed Ike a bit of lunch and we packed the car. He called his family and holed up in my old room for a while tending to bussines with his brothers and dad over band stuff. I took the time to torture my little bro, such fun. I kicked his ass at his new racing game. After succeeding in pissing him off over that I went to the barns to say bye to Candyapple again. I did miss her when I was gone. Dad came home and walked me back to the house with his arm around me. He hinted that he wanted answers but never voiced them. Like I was about to tell my dad that we slept together. HA! But he was cool about it. After all I was twenty three now. Not like he could do anything about it, well besides chase after Isaac with the shotgun that is. I didn't see that anytime in the future, Dad really liked Ike. I fixed my dad some lunch and when I was cleaning up the kitchen I spotted the old blue truck bouncing along toward the house. "Mom's home!" I called to my dad in the livingroom. Isaac galloped down the back stairs and stood behind me at the window as I watched the dust cloud grow closer. His arms encircled me as he nibbled my neck. I turned to return his advances and my dad walked in. We broke apart quickly with a slight guilty look. He only chuckled and refilled his lemonade glass and left with a smirk on his reddened weatherworn face. Isaac and I both erupted in mirth. "You would think we were back in highschool." I remarked. "Well, I never did go so I guess I'm making up for lost time?" he offered. I caught myself. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that." I looked up at him as he replaced his arms around me. "Sometimes I forget who everyone else thinks you are." He squeezed me tightly to him. "Promise me you won't ever leave me. I don't think I wanna go back to being left in the crowd of the world and being a celebrated persona. I like it better being a person someone can get to know. I need you to keep me sane." His soft words touched me tangibly. I held him and only managed a nod in reply. We held eachother in the quiet kitchen until the truck roared up to the back door. I could hear mom bustling about with boxes from the back. Ike and I helped her bring everything onto the back porch and we all headed into the house. Warm hugs all around, even to Isaac, I guess my parents really did like him, we left on the hour and headed back to the grind of the phenomenom known as Hanson Tour. His mom and dad were a bit weary about our new closer relationship. Isaac laid it on the line quickly and let all of them know that we were getting more serious. We did not share a bus still.
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We thought it better to uphold some moral standing, especially infront of the little ones, but there are a lot of hotels between now and the end of the tour. Ike and his brothers are very close, so needless to say he told them pretty much everything, minus the graphic details of course. Though Zac sometimes looks at me with a big ol grin and neighs... ok, that makes me blush, I'm gonna have to ask him just how much he told them. But, anyway, that is how I ended up here, crammed in the back of a crew tour bus on my way to Disney Land. Oh, and Ike told me last night that he sprung for a private room. Hmmm, me thinks someone is gonna get lucky tomarrow. Take me to Disney Land, I'm ready to ride baby!
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