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I can hear the crunch of gravel in the drive. I knew he wouldn't be able to stay away. I always win. He always comes crawling back to me. I can't help the snicker when I hear the back screen door slam. I decide to play hard to get, if there is such a thing in this relationship. I roll over and pretend that I cried myself to sleep. That usually gets me what I want. Ha, he thinks he is being so quiet, hell, I can hear his heavy boots tromp up the stairs. The bedroom door creaks when he cautiously opens it. I can hardly contain the smile when I feel the weight on the edge of the bed next to me. A warm hand laid on my lower back, he rubs in circles and I can hear him give a heavy breath. "Sue, wake up." What the hell? Ike? I turn over and rub my eyes when the afternoon sun strikes my face. He reaches over to pull the shade. "Where is he?" I'm afaid to ask, but if Ike is here instead, it must be serious this time. "He says he can't do it anymore. He gives up. You win." Ike can't even look me in the eye to say that. He is not bluffing. Now I cry for real. "Where did we go wrong?" I sob. He holds me in his inviting arms. At least he has not lost his love for me. "I don't know but, Alex says he has no intentions of returning and sent me after some of his things." "Ike, I didn't think it would ever get to this point. Sure we fought, don't all couples?" My voice was pleeding, my eyes a waterfall now. Did I love Alex enough to cry this much or was I only afraid of being lonely? "I don't know what to tell you Sue, I'm not really an expert in that area now am I?" he tried to soothe me. "Oh Ike, you have had plenty of girlfriends." Why must he always be so hard on himself? "Maybe that is a clue? Too many of them and none of them serious." He looked me directly in the eye to challenge me. "Isaac, you know if you would just stop being picky and settle on one woman..." He kissed me. Full on the mouth. Breathtaking. Passion filled. Silenced me with a seering kiss. When I regained my bearings I pulled back and searched his eyes. Where did this come from? I should have seen this. There was always a certain amount of sexual tention between us. Ever since the day Alex introduced us. Ike and I had become fast friends, and I would be lying if I denied the attraction I felt toward him. "Why now?" He knew what I was asking. "I had to wait. I did not want to be the reason for you and Alex breaking up." He caressed my face with his thumb. "Isaac, you are far too honorable a man. I would have left Alex long ago for you if I had only known." I had to be truthful with him as well as myself. "Still, I didn't want to hurt you." He said gently. "Isaac, you could never hurt me." I said as I slid my hands up his chest and burried my fingers in the curls on the back of his neck. I pulled him down to my mouth. I kissed him this time. I ran my tongue across his lip begging entrance. I was rewarded immediately. My tongue slid across his and I heard a soft moan, I knew not if it was he or I, nor did I care. His hands wound within my long black hair as I now sucked on his lower lip. I moved closer to him until my breasts pressed into his chest and his hands slid down my back as he lay me back on the bed. I could taste the coffee on his lips and he smelled of outdoor breezes off the lake. He must have come from the cabin. A place I would never see again, and I no longer cared to. This was what I wanted now. Now I could have it. I opened my eyes as he lay next to me. With his eyes he asked permission for something I had already granted. My hand trailed down his arm and I brought his hand to the buttons on my chest. He was hesitant. I understood, but I did want this and I was determined to make both of us happy. "Give in to me." I whispered. He no longer needed any prompting. His long fingers deftly popped the buttons open and with both hands he pushed my blouse from my shoulders. I tugged on his t-shirt to untuck it. He helped me draw it up and over his head. My hands instinctively went to his smooth chest and ran over the taught muscles. His cold fingers lightly skimmed over the outline of my bra and up over my shoulder then around to my back. With ease he unfastened my bra and pulled it from my breasts. When I was revealed to him he took in a slight short breath. I could see the hunger in his eyes. Without haste his head drew forward to my chest and he suckled one nipple as his hand cupped the other breast. Running his thumb in circles over the other nipple bringing them both to hard peaks. My gawd that felt good. My knee slipped between his thights and I rubbed against his straining cock. Oh how I wanted this. One of his hands traveled down my side and gripped my hip to steady me and stop my movement. "Stop." he said breathlessly. I smiled warmly at him, I understood. I was so hot for him I was nearly in the same boat. I kissed him lightly on the lips and trailed little kisses and licks down his jaw to his ear. I whispered to him in a hot breath. "I want you so bad Ike I can hardly stand it." Then I sucked on his neck. He groaned and his hand slipped from my hip to my ass and he gave it a tight squeeze as he pressed his body into mine. I sucked harder on his neck until I nearly drew blood. That seemed to drive him wild. I could feel his hand on my hip again go up under my skirt and find my panties. He slid his fingers under the edge as his hand traveled down to the front. I parted my legs for him and I was blessed with a sensation I never will forget. His long lean fingers sunk into me and I clamped down around him not ever wanting to let go. I let go his neck and moaned in satisfaction. I could hear the clatter as he kicked his boots off to the floor. His lips found my neck and he attacked it savagely. I reached for his belt and made short work of it. Quickly I unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. I could feel the soft hair under his navel brushing my wrists as I slid my hands into his pants and grasped him.
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Jesus he was huge! There was no room left in his jeans for me to stroke him. Reluctantly I let him go and pushed his pants down as I slid my hands to his ass. This man was delicious. When I finaly freed him and took him back in hand I felt his thumb begin to strum my clit. In unison we moaned almost in harmony. I ran my thumb over the sensitive spot under his tip, and he rammed his fingers into me so hard and far I thought I would die from the heavenly sensation of it. Oh I was close. I needed more though. I needed him. "Please Isaac..." I whined. I had never before begged to be fucked. Oh the power this man held over me, and I loved every minute of it. I felt an incredible sense of loss when his fingers left the warmth between my legs. He stood and quickly shed his clothes the rest of the way as I ridded myself of the bothersome panties. Before I even had time to remove my skirt he was above me. I spread my legs wide for him. He pushed my skirt up around my waist and grasped my hips to raise me up to him. Quickly he sunk the length of himself into me. I gasped with the pleasure of it. For a moment we stay still just enjoying the connection. Soon we began to move in synchronicity to a rythum unheard but just felt right. I was feeling such bliss. A beautiful man who cared for me earnestly was above making love to me. My body responded like it had never done before. I knew this would not take long, I was too hot for him and he was too worked up as well. No fast furious fuck was this. He made love to me like some steamy exotic dance. I knew there would be plenty of times later for long languid love making sessions. But now I could not hold off much longer. I was about to tumble over the edge. His pace quickened and I pounded my hips up to him harder. He leaned forward and licked and kissed my neck briefly. The friction of his chest against my excited nipples and the base of his cock assulting my clit, I was more than ready. I felt his hot breath against my ear as he growled, "Give in to me." That did it. I lost myself in the extacy of him. "Ohhh, Isaac..." The clenching of my pussy and my moans were apparently too much for him. He rammed it home hard and fast one last time. "Mmm..." he moaned softly in my ear. He lay atop me while our breath started to return to normal. A weight pleasant to bear. He rolled next to me and drew me into his embrace. He ran his fingers through my long hair and I traced circles around his brown nipple. Abruptly he turned over and reached for the cordless phone beside the bed. I watched as he pressed #3 speed dial and I wondered what he was up to. "Hey, it's me, Tay there?" I smoothed my hand over his back and he leaned against me as I brought my hand up over his shoulder. "Can ya do me a favor?" I slid my hand down his arm and he clasped his fingers with mine. "Can ya come over to Sue's and pick up some of Alex's stuff and bring it over to him at his cabin?" He raised my hand to his lips and kissed my fingers. "No, I'll explain it to ya when ya get here." I smiled at him when he turned over to face me. "No. In about two hours." He grinned at me. "Thanks dude, see ya when ya get here. Bye." He clicked the phone off and returned it behind him to the stand. He drew me to him and kissed me passionately. I smirked at him, "Two hours huh? Got plans for that two hours?" He leaned forward to me and placed his sweet lips next to my ear, I shivered when he whispered, "Give in to me."
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I lived to tease him. It was my one joy in life. We would go months without seeing each other due to what he did to earn a living. That mattered little to us in our twisted relationship. He loved the game just as much as I did. Sometimes he would even call me from half-way around the world to play the game. I liked that, I liked the control I had over him. They came home yesterday. I know they did because Diana called my mom to let her know she need not water the plants and pick up the mail for the next few weeks. It seemed they would be home until the boys had a charity event to do quickly in New York. Then it would be back to the same old grind and before long they would be winging it across country once again to take up temporary residence in California while the band recorded their next album. I wondered if Zac found the little gift I left for him yet. I smiled to myself knowing if he hadn't yet, he would soon enough when they went to bed tonight. Oh how I wish I could see his face when he finds it. I will have to ask Tay later all about it. He was always quite descriptive when he told me about what went on when I wasn't there. Being privy to Zac's and my game I was sure he was recieving at least a modicum of pleasure from our tryst. I was ok with that. Tay was a hottie himself. So was Ike. Maybe he knew more than he let on about our game. I should investigate that. Later, now I was dieing to know the status quo of our game. I was pretty sure I was way ahead in the running. It felt good. I was triumphant. I was informed via a phone call from a very flustered Zac. I remained smooth on the phone but inside I was quaking with anticipation of the next play. "You could have been caught you know." he whispered into the phone. He must be in the study. He only whispered when he had to use the study to call because his brothers were using the bedroom. That made it even more delicious. "You could be caught now." I reminded him. "Why do you insist on calling me at your inconvience?" I had to tease him, I just had to. "You know why." he growled in my ear. Oh it was scrumptious the sexual power he held under his breath. I knew with certainty he was trying his best to quell a painful erection in his tight jeans while we talked. I urged him on so I could picture what he would be doing next. I knew he would. "But you know you love it. That's why I do it. Did't you like your gift?" I pouted. Bringing his mind back on the little present I left pinned to his pillow I was sure he would now not be able to stop himself from rubbing at his crotch. I was correct when I heard a softly stifled moan from his end. "Zaccy, do you need help with that?" I pushed him further. "You could come and pick up some of your personal mail I held for you, I would be more than happy to suck it." He let loose a loud breath. "Damn it Cissy, why do you gotta make me so hot?" I giggled at him. "You're cute when you're flustered Zaccy." I knew he had little resolve when it came to getting head. I knew he would break soon. I pushed him up another notch. "But really Zac," I breathed heavy in the reciever, "you know I would. Why don't you come on over. I'm sure it won't take long." I could hear his breath ragged and quick. Next step up.
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I had little time to prepare. Zac was on his way over. Thankfully my mother was out. I quickly darted up the stairs to change. I slipped Led Zeppelin in the cd player and cranked it. I stripped and spritzed on my cotton candy perfume. I perused my closet and snatched up a pair of obscenely short overall shorts. After I slipped into those I grabbed my bikini top from the handle of the bathroom door and tied it on under the overall straps as I traversed the stair on my way to the kitchen. Searching the cupboard I found what I was looking for and slipped the package into my shorts pocket. I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of ice cold water. Just as I cracked it open to take a swig there was a persistant knock at the door. Damn, he must be really horny if he got here that fast. He probably didn't even wait for his cock to go soft again. Ballsy steppn outta the house with a hard on in the light of day. This was gonna be fun. I flounced off to the front door water bottle in hand. I took my long awaited drink and opened the door to a meltingly glorious sight. Tall, brawny, blonde, and tan. Fuck me he was sexy. He yanked open the screen door with mighty force, I was sure it would come off its hinges. Before I even had time to greet him his lucious lips were on me. He shut the door with his foot as his arms went around me and he picked me up in a tight embrace. I breathlessly pulled away from him. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are ya just happy to see me?" I joked to him. "I'm more than happy to see you." he retorted before he drew me into another seering kiss. Eventually he put me back down, but his hands did not leave my body. "You smell wonderful." he breathed in. "Your favorite." I replied. "You know that." He stole my water bottle and unscrewed the cap. In one giant guzzle he took down the whole thing. "Thirsty?" I smirked at him. "What did ya do run over here?" "Actually, yes." he admited. I laughed and took the now empty bottle from him and he followed me to the kitchen. I threw it in the recycling bin and I retrieved another from the fridge. He watched me as I took a long swallow. Still parched I placed the bottle back to my lips to take another. He approached me swiftly. As I drank, he bent to kiss and suck on my exposed neck. This I could get used to. When his tongue tickled my ear I nearly spit out the water when I laughed. "Gracefull." he snickered at me. I offered him the bottle, "Want it?" "That's not what I want and you know it." was his reply. With a deep throated rumble he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I laughed racously as I squirmed. "Zac put me down. Geez you're such a neanderthol." "Ugh." he grunted comicly as he headed up the stairs. He kicked open my bedroom door and none to lightly threw me on the bed. I roared with laughter as I bounced. Never taking his eyes from mine he pushed the door shut behind him.
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He crawled up the bed towards me, he looked like a jungle cat the way his muscles rippled and tugged. He rose to his knees and quickly shed his shirt. As he lowered his lips to meet mine again, I reached behind him and freed his hair. It spilled across his broad shoulders and swung into his angelic face as it swept over my chest. I sunk my fingers into the thickness of it at the nape of his neck and sighed. Electric currents flowed in our fevered kisses. He was so hot, if I didn't calm him down and soon he was gonna cream his jeans. Where was the fun in that? "Wanna go skinny dipping?" That should serve enough of a distraction. I hoped. "Mmm..." he acknowledged into my neck. I pushed him away from me but kept my hands on his chest. Damn, was it possible he got even more muscular on the last tour? I looked him over and noticed his abs were taught and he had indeed formed a lovely six pack. His thick arms were more defined now too. Even his already broad shoulders and deep chest were tighter in feel. I ran my hands up and down his exquisite back and over his firm round ass. Shit, this was one fine specimen of man. How the hell did I get so lucky? I was not gonna question that, I was just gonna enjoy it. He rolled to the side allowing me to sit up. "Come on loverboy." I beckoned. I left the bed and grabbed a few towels from the bathroom. He groaned lightly as he rose from the bed. "You're such a cock tease you know that Cissy?" he playfully shot at me. "You love every minute of it too don'tcha big boy?" I threw back. "You know I do." he smirked toward me. I grabbed his hand and led him down the stairs to the pool in the backyard. "Shit, I didn't know it was so hot out today." I made small talk. He was always a bit self concious taking off his pants outside. He was always afraid of rag mag photographers catching him with his pants down, literaly. I always reasured him by telling him he had nothing to hide, in fact it would probably increase their popularity tenfold if the photos should happen to surface he had such a hot body. I was tickled last summer when he agreed to wear the occasional wifebeater onstage. I read the website reviews from the fans. They ate that up with a spoon. He had to relinquish I was right in that argument. I was just happy I had convinced him to do it for my own benifit let alone that of half the worlds population. They should have a fucking national holiday dedicated to me for that little coup. I suppose being able to have Zac was reward enough though... and damn what a fine reward he was too. I watched from the deck as he slipped silently into the cool water of the pool. He called to me with a sizzling gaze. Every movement of his tanned and toned body screamed lust to me. He watched as I sat on the step and removed a packet from my overall shorts pocket. I slowly unwrapped it and removed a piece. I shed the confection of its individual wrapper and threw the wadded up trash into a planter nearby. Holding the square between my forfinger and thumb I slowly licked at the surface and languidly dragged the tip of my tongue over my lips to retrieve stray sugar particles. I saw him actually lick his own lips as he watched me. This was the best part of our game. Seeing how far I can go before he begs to fuck me. I nibbled at the sweetness in my hand. I could see the hunger grow in his eyes. I took the last of it into my mouth and licked my fingers and sucked on them as I did his cock. He closed his eyes and ran his hand over his stomach as he licked his lips. A slight groan overcame him and he dipped his body into the pool submerging his head underwater. Shortly he came back up and pushed his hair off his face and smoothed it back with both hands as rivlets of liquid cascaded over his steamy body. He opened his eyes to me and licked the excess wetness from his sultry lips. Shit that was a sexy sight, I was gonna be lucky if it wasn't me who came first
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I blew a bubble as I stood up and untied my bikini top. I dropped it to the deck floor. I watched his eyes as he followed it down. He was so totaly mine now. I undid my straps and let them fall from my body to reveal my breasts. I could see his hands clench into fists under the water. This was so much fun it should be illegal. I unbuttoned the sides and let the shorts slip down my legs. He tossed his head back slightly and his eyes burned with urgency through narrow slits. His wet thick lips remained slightly parted as he softly moaned. He was loving it, and I was loving the control I held him in. I stepped out of my shorts and left them where they fell. Walking to the edge of the pool he swam up to meet me. I held the rail as I lowered my body down the steps that lead into the pool. Before I reached the last step he was looming over me. I blew a bubble at him and he laughed. I wrapped my gum around my finger and pulled it from my mouth to toss it in the same planter. He bent to kiss me. He left my lips and and kept his hands on my shoulders. "You taste sweet." He said it suggestively. I laughed softly at him this time. I always found it so amazing how a tiny person like me could hold such sway over such a huge man like Zac. He could twist me into a ball like foil if he wanted. He could force himself on me at anytime. He never did. He liked to be dominated in a sugar coated way. Who was I to argue? I always got what I wanted and a nice little power trip to boot. We were both happy with the way our relationship was. Life was good. I scooted under his outstretched arm and quickly swam away from him. Imediately he gave chase. He could swim like a fish. I was no match for him. But mission accomplished, he was hard for me. Painfully hard. When he caught me we were near the deep end. With my small stature I could not reach bottom. In his towering, over six foot frame, the water came up to his chin. I had no choice but to let him hold me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. His mouth assulted my neck with savagery. His hands supported my ass and tried to creep between my thighs but I held tight to him and wouldn't let him in. He sighed in mild defeat. The game would continure, the play was just starting. Both his hands occupied with supporting me, he could not retaliate when I began my own assult of his body. My hands were everywhere except where he craved them most. With an exasperated grumble he gave in. "Don't be such a cock tease Cissy. I need you. I need you now." There it was. He was begging. That was his defeated battle cry. I won another round. And to the victor, goes the spoils. I relented and in between kisses I suggested we retire to the boudoir. He was tickled pink. Though I could swim back myself and some of it I could even walk too, he never let me go. I don't think he was capable of letting me go then. He had fought hard to get this far, we wasn't about to relinquish his hold now. He carried me up the pool steps and back to the deck. Where was his modesty now? When he was this much in need, he lost every ounce of it. This was the way I loved to see him. No inhibitions, free in thought and pure in movement. He was a deity, and he was at my service. How lucky could a girl get? Neglecting the towels, he passed through the slidding glass doors and still he did not put me back on the floor. Never once did he stop the sweet kisses that rained on my mouth. The further in the house we got, the hotter and more demanding his mouth insisted. I was almost certain he was gonna take me right on the stairs as I began to suck on his tongue and he tightened his grip on my hips when he moaned. He held out though, like a trooper. We reached my room once more and he softly lay me in the center of the bed. He wasted no time in getting over me. I was all too eager to spread for him. His fervent kisses trailed my neck and he lavished much attention on my tits. He was a most thoughtful lover. No matter his urgency, he always paid attention to my body as a whole. For that I loved him. When his meaty fingers invaded me I nearly passed out from the sheer pleasure of it. "Mmm you're tight sugar." his voice low and raspy. I loved it when he called me sugar. He always said I tasted and smelled like cotton candy. That made me his little bit o' sugar. His fingers slick and quick he expertly held a captivating rythum of deep penetration and short strokes over my clit. I was too close, I had to stop him. I pushed on his chest to gain his attention. He stopped his attention to my nipples and his fingers slipped from my pussy. He looked up to me in puzzlement. I did'nt answer him. I scooted up and pushed him onto his back. He soon got the hint. I wasted no time and went straight to work. He had a beautiful cock. Often I wondered how I fit the damed monsterous thing in my mouth. I seemed to manage it anyhow. All's I can say is thank you porn films for teaching techniques to deep throat. After he rented that one, we were both much happier when I went down on him. From the corner of my eye I could see him licking his fingers like lolly pops. I knew what was comming next. Without fail he always does the same thing, so predictable. Once he gets a taste of cunt, he has to have more. I braced myself. Sure enough he did it. Grasping my hips he lifted me up over his face. When his tongue invaded me, I moaned. The vibrations must have been something else for he stopped what he was doing. I knew that tense anticipation... I let go of him and let him calm down. I have to learn to keep my mouth shut when we are doing 69.
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I knew it was okay to go back down on him when he slipped his tongue past my lips once more. As he slid down my throat my hand cupped his heavy balls. Hefty in weight I rolled them about, as my head bobbed on his pole. His thumb rubbed and rolled my clit and his long tongue reached deep in my hot hole. His balls tightened under my grasp. He wanted more and I was ready for him most definately. His urgency led him to be a bit rougher. I kinda liked it when he took control sometimes. This appeared to be one of them. Effortlessly he lifted me unto his lap as he sat up some against the headboard. I leaned back into him and he covered my breasts with his large hands. I lifted up my hips and guided him in with one hand as my other pulled him closer by the back of the neck. I rocked on his cock with stifled moans and gleeful wimpers. He let go my tits and with one hand he moved my long blonde hair aside to suck on the back of my neck and kiss down my back. His other hand slipped down between my legs. Sliding his callosed finger into me, he rubbed circles around my clit. Now I picked up speed and force. I was so very ready to explode. I wanted it so badly now I could almost taste it. No longer able to stand the pressure, he took control of the situation. He was gonna fuck me now, and fuck me hard. Grabbing ahold of my hips he pushed me forward onto my hands and knees. This was something he rarely did, but I relished. Getting on his knees behind me I felt him approach. Laying his rough hands on my hips he pulled me back to him. I gasped when he entered me hard and fast. I just knew when he was finnished with me I was going to feel like a rag doll. I couldn't wait. Fast as lightning and twice as powerful he pulled me off and on his thick shaft by my hips. I could hear his breaths comming in short ragged bursts with his heavy handed strokes. He leaned forward and fucked me faster. Damn it where the hell did he get that speed. I was rocked into extacy with the force of him. Fireworks burst before my clenched eyes and I was washed away on a sea of bliss. "Ahhh..." he loudly rumbled next to my ear. Tightly he held onto my waist to keep himself grounded lest he should float away from the pleasure he felt. I felt him throb and jerk within me. He was a powerful man, and he had an enormous capacity for pleasure. When he came, it was explosive. I loved that about him. He lay his head on my back and his hair tickled me. He rested to catch his labored breath. When the hand he held himself up with twitched and his fingers slid across my hand next to it. I knew he was calm now. He slipped from my body and brought me down next to him as he lay on my bed. Exhausted and satiated he was grinning giddily. Strains of Kashmir filled the small room and I heard him give a heavy sigh. I knew what he was thinking. His favorite song was playing, he had some time off, and he just got laid. Life was good. I reached into my nightstand and fetched my favorite treat. I popped a piece in my mouth quickly and took a swig of the water bottle next to my bed. I blew a bubble as I turned over to face him once again. I then offered him the water and a piece of my cotton candy gum. "Want some?" He smiled and moved toward me with a sly grin. Somehow I don't think he was interested in the water or the gum I was offering. He reached my lips and kissed me heatedly. As he looked in my eyes with mischief he asked, "Want some?"
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There he stood in all his glory. Damn he was fine. I could hardly keep from drooling. But, I was here to do a job, so it was back to bussiness for me. Click. Click. Obligatory entrance photos achieved. Next item on the agenda... I pushed my way to the back of the horde of scantily clad, barely old enough to be out after dark, girls. Taking a few steps back to the sidewalk I shot a few takes of the filled alley. Click. Click. How the hell can there be enough room in that tiny alley for a tour bus let alone all those bodies I would never figure out, but they did it anyway. Well, one more item off the long list. I left the alley entrance and headed toward the front to capture the marquis. Click. Click. Such a fluff job, really I was beyond this kind of drivel I thought. But being a new magazine who remained perpetually short staffed, I had slim pickings when it came to assignments. At least I enjoyed the music. Hanson were no exception. I did not find them otherworldly nor did I think them innovative geniuses... but they could rock. That was enough for me. I flashed my press pass to the security and gained entrance to the venue. I was allowed to photograph the interior before I was escorted to the 'press box.' Click. Click. Really all it was were a few chairs set up in a balcony near the sound and light booth. Oh joy, the extravagance of it all. I wondered what the hell such a big name band was doing playing a dump like this anyhow. I mean, yes I understood the romance of the history of this theater, but really. I knew they used to draw huge crowds and fill stadiums like the faux bands i.e. the boy bands. Why the switch? Were they looking to gain credibility? Did they think they could no longer fill such places to capacity and decided to play it safe? Did they really love the grueling schedule of longer tours so they could play more shows at smaller venues? What was the deal anyway? That was what I intended to find out. That was my goal in this assignment. This was one interview I had a feeling would take on some interesting turns. I looked forward to them with relish.
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I sat fiddling with my equipment as I waited for an escort to the backstage area for my interview. A large handsome man approached me. He spoke as we shook hands. "Sorry to keep you waiting, but I'm afraid we are running late today. Would you mind terribly if we reschedule the interview to after the show?" I shook my head, "Oh no, not at all, what ever is convient for you..." I hinted that I wanted a name. "Walker, Walker Hanson." he supplied. Ah yes, the dad. Well, it was apparent where those three got their good looks and charm from. I suppose the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. "June, June Ketchem." I returned the favor. "Well June, the boys are looking forward to your interview I'm sure. We just had a delay due to a dentist emergency for Mackie. Only now are we just getting around to eatting dinner." He spoke lovingly of his offspring. Now that makes a man truely attractive. Diana was a very lucky woman, no wonder they had such a brood, who could resist such a man? "Oh I hope it wasn't anything too serious?" I offered politely. "No, no, just cracked a tooth rough housing with Zac I'm afraid. I swear that boy forgets his own strength. Sometimes he forgets he can't be so hard on his little brother anymore." he spoke to put my mind to ease. "Been there." I inform him, "I have an older brother myself." We smiled knowingly at eachother. "Well, I shall let you get back to your family dinner then. Thank you so much for taking the time to speak with me. I look forward to later on then." I chirped to him. He smiled at me warm and genuine. "See you then." and with a friendly wave he turned to the door. I watched as he retreated to the recesses of the mystical backstage area. I had to chuckle to myself, life on the road with such a big family, they had stamina and balls, every last one of 'em. I had to give 'em that. I watched as the theater filled soon after. The noise level increased in fast paced increments. This was a lively crowd, and apparently, it was only going to get more wild once they took the stage. Whoo boy, I was in for a time tonight, of that I was certain.
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Lights dimmed and screams escalated. In a blinding flash of ethereal light they were revealed to the audience in all their glory. Click. Click. Not a second was wasted in intros or reveling in the deserved screams, nope not them. Immediately, with out so much as a 'hey there,' they ripped into a fast and furiously paced rendition of a song I did not even recognize. After a few moments I made out a familiar drum beat and picked up a guitar riff I had been aquainted with. Finally after being able to make out some of the lyrics being belted from the blonde god, I realized they were playing a song from their first nationaly released album. Damn. No longer were they the squeeky voiced little ankle biters from Oklahoma. These were men in a rock band who were doing a bang up job of ripping up the stage. I lost myself to the electric vibe that bounced around the theater. If ever I thought the lyrics were suggestive before it was absurd, for now there was no doubt what he meant when he sang 'with a move of her hips.' How the hell can one man be so fucking sexy? Click. Click. What a way to own the stage. And they did. There was no doubt they were born to be there. Now I totaly understood why Walker had spoken of his boys with such love and respect. He was a proud papa, and he had every right to be. They were blessed and they did not take it for granted. One song and he had the audience in his control, though I believe half of them were under his sway long before the show started. He spoke with enthusiasm. "Hello!" He was greeted with a deafening roar. His grin genuine. Click. Click. After the manditory welcome and a round of quick intros by his older brother Click. Click., they were tensed to rock the house again. He turned to his little brother behind the drums, little? Well maybe younger would be more appropriate, the boy was now man size and obviously still growing, he was gonna be a big boy, yup he was. With a nod between the two it started again. Click. Click. With his sticks he counted off and again the insanity began. Oh the way his fingers would glide over the keys was so sensual, but what was captivating was the expressions that graced the face as he poured his heart out. Click. Click. I was positive every woman in there thought he was singing to her and her alone. That was the inticamy his voice held. Song after song they cranked out the energy hitching up the excitement level. When I was sure the dam of sanity would burst, they shifted gears. Leaving the stage to audible whines pleading them not to go, the crew took the stage to set up for apparently what was to be an even more intimate set. Upon an oriental rug they sat a smaller drum kit, single keyboard, accoustic guitar and three stools. Never having been to a Hanson concert before I was so far thrilled with the show, how much better could it get? That was what I was about to find out. To screams of approval they took the stage once more. Click. Click. This time, they lacked the three backup musicians. This I found a curious twist. Taking their places closer to the oh so very lucky stage front audience, he spoke into his mic and a palpable hush occured like magic. We all waited to hear what this awe inspiring man had to say, surely it was precious and we could not afford to miss a syllable of it. Click. Click. "We're gonna break it down for ya now a bit. This is a song Ike wrote way back when, and we never did record it, but just because you are all such a special audience, we're gonna do it for ya now." Such a hushed shock was their reward for our treat from them. Zac started with soft fingers on the congas as Ike took up his guitar preparedly. Blonde god stroked the keys lovingly and the melody flowed out to us. Being Isaacs song he sang lead, and a sweet voice he had too. One did not mistake the love in his voice for who ever he had written this song for. Click. Click. Zac backed him now with brushes on his snare, soft and smooth. Then a break of instruments and the whole of the world was filled with the angelic harmony of three voices forged in the palms of God himself. Click. Click. My breath caught at the sheer beauty of it. But I lost it all together when my gaze met his. He was singing with such a passion to fill in the crevaces left by his brothers voices, but his eyes were unmistakeably on me. Click. Click.
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I verily floated through the rest of the show. My eyes never again left his prescence willingly, thus I caught him snatching glances at me. I was thrilled beyond imagination. Even through another scortching set that tore the lid off the dump, he looked so in control. I knew though that everytime he stole a glimpse of me and licked those pink angel lips Click. Click., I could tell he was fighting for that control. Lust was not just a stage act byproduct for him. At that point I didn't care if he had an ego to match his apparent libido, just as long as I was granted a few moments alone to find out what he found so damned intriguing about plain old me. Oh the possibilities of it all. It made me shiver in delight. Nearing the end of the show I was almost sent tumbling over the edge I so precariously teetered on. A raucous rendition of their song 'In the City' from their previous record not only blew me away musicly, but damn it the way they preformed it, well it was sin incarnate to watch. Guarenteed it made every woman in the place hot enough to orgasm sans even a touch. The drums pounded, and guitars screamed as he nearly made love to that damed harmonica. Click. Click. Shit, I bet I'm not the only one who wanted to be that instrument at that moment. Husky and sensual their voices melted on my brain. But when he strode across that stage in a long legged step, to share a mic with his brother, damn I actually cried. Click. Click. How the hell these christian midwest brothers learned to be so sexy was beyond comprehension. Who the hell cared, they were there and they knew how to work it. We were pleased. They announced the last song for the evening and I was heartbroken to learn I would be denied the pleasures they had been giving us. It was short lived when I remembered I had an expressed purpose to get backstage later and be in even more close proximity. Perhaps I could even work out individual interviews, hmmm, that could afford me the time alone I craved with the blonde deity. It was worth a shot anyway. My mind quickly was snapped back to the carnal delights layed out before me onstage when he usurped his brother behind the drums. Click. Click. Was there an end to the surprizes and talents that lay within this man? I was going to do my damnedest to find out. True he was not the powerhouse drummer his brother was, nor did he play with the grace so easily exuded by him that he replaced, but damn he was so fucking sexy when he played who the hell cared. Click. Click. Zac took the front position on stage and whipped the crowd into a frenzy with a pretty kickass version of 'I want you to want me' a Cheap Trick classic I had always loved. The entire night his voice had stayed hidden behind his older brothers. Now he strutted his true colors in spades. He owned that song. I even was preoccupied long enough to stop watching the adonnis behind the drums to see just what this brother could do to us so unexpectantly. He clapped and sang with gusto, even a modest little booty shake that I found endearing. Click. Click. He played up the crowed and touched hands of his adoring fans, climbing speakers even to do so. Click. Click. He shared his head mic with his guitar god brother and that was nearly as hot as the other combination. Click. Click. He strode behind the drums where he looked more comfortable and took up a spare set of sticks. He stood next to his gorgeous brother and we were treated to a duo on drums. Click. Click. Then he ran back up to the front of the stage and handed one of his sticks to a girl in a low slung balcony. Click. Click. Then walked across to the other side where many more were begging for the souvinere. As if it were a pencil he snapped it in half Click. Click. and tossed the two pieces to the crowd. Without warning he ran back to the drum kit and recieved a cheshire grin from his blonde god replacement behind the kit. He climed ontop the bass drum giving us a brief treat of deriere. Click. Click. Standing tall he turned around and leapt high into the air for the finalie of the song. Click. Click. I thought for sure he would either fly or break his neck. He did neither, landing sure footed he recieved a round of explosive applause from the audience and heartfelt loving smiles from both brothers. Click. Click.
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My adrenelin was rushing and my ears were about to fall off from the sheer wall of sound. Then as if transformed by prestidigitation all was a hush. The three brothers came to the edge of center stage. Click. Click. Though he still had his head mic, all three shared one mic. Now that was a vision to behold. How could one keep their sanity when presented with such delectable a sight? It was difficult I asure you, but well worth the wait of not plunging into oblivion just to hear those voices melding again. Click. Click. A shortened interpretation of 'This time around' accapella was our reward for hanging on that much longer. I'm not sure, but I think that the stripped version was even more beautiful to behold. Raw energy, unsurpassed passion, unequaled talent, they lay open themselves and gave freely all they had for the audience to take a piece of them to go home with. The intimacy was staggering. Click. Click. The building shook with adulation as they grasped hands and all three bowed low and quick. Click. Click. Before we knew it, it was over. House lights came up and I swear it took nearly twenty minutes for the noise to die down and people started to trickle out of the place. I sat in awe and could not shake the feeling I had been visited by an emesary from heaven itself. I was blissful. Could I possibly be able to stand being close to him? Oh I was going to try, and if they did in fact have to cart me away after my brain went on the fritz, I would at least live in a fantasy of happiness for eternity. That was a fair trade I decided. Patiently I awaited my escort into my own personal nirvana. How could I be so calm? I had no clue.
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In a hushed daze I followed some huge burly hair ball with security plastered across his back and chest. Ok he was intimadating sure, but did they really need such a force to protect them from all the screaming little girls? Damn skippy they did! One little girl I was sure they could handle by themselves, but several hundred? Highly unlikely. I played my part and kept my cool facade, on the inside I was a fireball of lust. I met the mom, she was homey and sweet. You know the type, doting and cookie baking, I liked her, if only she knew what I was thinking about her son, I am sure she would not have been so pleasant towards me, then again, how could she not? I mean really? Literaly millions of obcessed women and girls the world over openly drooled over the man, all of them in fact. How could she not notice? Her I couldn't figure out, nor did I want to, I had better things to do. Briefly I was left alone in a room full of children and people as she went in search of her husband. I wondered why she didn't just send someone else to find him or take me to the trio. Several beautiful blonde headed children cavorted and lolled with obvious caretakers due to the familiarity. I was even invited to play barbies by a most adorable little one with chubby fingers of youth clutching a half bald brunette doll. Inwardly I chuckled, most likely millions of toys at her disposal and she chose something that looked like a refugee from the salvation army bins. Kids, so damned cute. With a smile I refused and explained I was waiting to speak with her brothers. She promptly dragged another blonde sibling towards me and informed me he was her brother so I could talk to him quickly and we could then play. Now I was lost. This child was so unjaded and sheltered that she didn't even realize her families place in this world. Oh the innocence of childhood. I was saved by her nanny when she told the cutie I wanted to talk to her bigger brothers. Perhaps another time I could play with her and she offered herself in sacrifice for me. I threw her a most grateful smile and it was genuinely returned with mirth. Apparently this is not the first time this has occured. Before long I was once again in presence of the parental units of three powerhouse rawk gawds. They just didn't seem to fit the part. That was the delicious irony of it. Still showing signs of highschool sweetheart tendencies they approached me holding hands. He towered over her but they seemed to fit together like nuts and bolts. With a smile Diana greeted me once more. "I found him." she stated proudly. I wasn't sure if she was refering to her brief trip around to retrieve him for me or the fact that she had the love of her life in hand. I decided both were true. "So I see. Thank you ever so much." I retorted politely. Once more my hand was pumped by the tall dark man with the effortless grin. "Come on back, the boys are wait'n on ya." he chirped with ease. A long haired blonde girl with eyes of ice blue came into the circle. "Dad, can I have twenty bucks?" "For...?" such a typical dad. "Nail polish and stuff." she shrugged. Glancing at his wife for a cue, she nodded almost imperceptively. "I suppose so, but that is the last of your allowance this week remember." he said as he reached into his back pocket for a worn leather wallet. He dug out a twenty and handed it to her solemnly. "No more till after the first, remember that." "Thank you Daddy." she said with girlish glee almost belying her near teenhood. She scampered off to a girl who was similar in appearance, must have been her sister. I could detect a scheme being hatched and smiled to myself at youth. "Now, let's get you where you need to be." he broke me out of my thoughts. I bid farewell to Diana and he briefly bent to steal a kiss from her before we departed.
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I was lead through a maze of twists and turns. I wondered how he knew where he was going. Soon enough though he escorted me to a door. Before we entered I felt brave enough to ask the question that was burning my brain. "Do you think it possible I could also have a few moments with them individualy?" I was pleased with the lack of tremble in my voice that I felt inwardly. He seemed to ponder it for a moment. "I suppose you will have to ask them." he shrugged. My heartrate escalated with the possibility. If it wasn't forbidden by him and if those stares I was recieving earlier were any indication, I was certain to be granted my wish. I was so estatic I could barely contain my glee. He swung the door open and I was greeted with a waft of honest sweat and sugary cola. Odd combination I thought. He brought me into the room and I followed the sweep of his arm as he introduced me. "That is Zac over there pigging out." I recieved a cheese lipped grin from him and he raised his Dr. Pepper in salute. I smiled and nodded in his direction. "And in the corner engrossed in conversation on the phone is *Isaac*" He caught his sons attention long enough for me to snag a friendly wave of fingertips and a warm smile. I smiled back at him. "And..." he looked around for the last of the trio, "I suppose Taylor is around here somewhere?" he directed to his youngest in the room. Zac replied with a jerk of his head toward a room off to the side. Then the door burst open and he strolled out in bare feet and clean jeans with the water still running rivers down his chest from his damp hair, a towel thrown over his shoulder as he did the top button up. I had all I could do not to faint or jump him. Instead I collected myself and tried to avert my eyes as he went to a knapsack on the leather couch. He gave his hair a last rub with the towel and threw it on the arm of the couch. He fished out a t-shirt and slipped it on then sat to dress his feet. "Sorry 'bout that, I just had to get out of those leather pants, I was dieing out there tonight." he smiled directly at me. His eyes jovial for he knew the effect he was having on me. Oblivious to my state of mind his fater rescued me. "Well, now that the gang's all here. Isaac, say goodbye to Cindy and join the party." he gained his eldests attention. Never the overbarring protectorate but always a dad. Isaac quickly ended his phone call and did just that, joined us. With much restraint on my part, I only smiled as I learned I was granted my wish of individual time alone after I had voiced it. I did notice the rather cheeky grin on his face when I turned to my blonde fantasy. I conducted my interview with much professionalism I even surprized myself. I recieved genuine and poignant answers from Isaac. Sexual inuendo laced quips from the rawk gawd. And surprizingly earnest intelligent ones from the youngest mixed with a bit of humor. I was on the edge of my seat in anticipation to the impending individual interviews. I assured them as a whole that I only wanted to learn more about the parts of the band. That seemed to go over well with old pop. Such a mynx I was. Isaac offered to go first so he could return to his previously shortened phonecall with his girlfriend. I appologized to him and he surprized me with a real smile and told me he understood and that he was willing to sacrifice some of his life behind the stage for legitamate jounalism all in the name of his music. I thought that big of him and told him as much. Fifteen minutes later he called his brawny brother to the room we had been occuping. With a parting smile and warm handshake he left me to interrogate his sibling. This was a bit more difficult to pull off. This boy, on the cusp of being a man, was brutally honest, advanced in years of intelligence, and hystericly funny. He made me laugh and caused me to wonder more than I was able to extract from him in way of material usable for an article. Now I no longer wondered why he was rarely quoted in print. But he was a blast to be around. I only wish I had more time to really get to know such a complicated soul. I was sure he was well worth it, but I was impatient for his brother to take his place and he knew it. When he stood to leave he engulphed my hand with his enormous mitt. A sly grin slid across his face, "I'll make sure to lock the door on my way out." I stood, jaw agape. He winked at me, then turned his head and bellered to the remaining brother. I was aghast at the sheer powerful blast forced from his lungs but it was nothing compared to the bewilderment I felt due to the fact that he knew I was lusting for his brother. He popped his head in the door and asked, "Ready for me already? Geez Zac, what did ya do to offend her so she would want to get rid of ya so fast?" he chuckled with his younger brother. He slid into the room the rest of the way and his brother headed towards the door. Zac clapped him on the shoulder and I could almost see the wink he passed to his brother though he had his back to me. His hand on the knob he turned to us, "Have fun." The click of the lock and he was gone with a twinkle in his mischievious eyes. A blonde bombshell of a man eased himself in the chair next to me with a soft laugh. "So, what was the same question you asked both of them you are now to ask me?" He was good. So good. Though I was startled he knew the game plan, I took up the reins. I looked him in the eye and stated it calmly and simply. "What do you want?"
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I think that may have caught him offguard for a moment but he recovered fast and smooth. Leaning forward he took my hand and pulled me from the chair as he rose from his. He pressed himself to me and I nearly melted with the deliciousness of it. His arms wrapped tightly around me he bent his head to me and I was granted my every wish with the touch of his lips on mine. There was no longer a need for speech even if I were capable of it. His mouth never leaving mine he walked me backward and I felt my calves hit the couch. He lay me down gently and placed a knee on either side of my hips. I was in utopia. His hands washed over my face and neck as his lips followed suit. I was surprized I was still breathing. His body heat seered my flesh and I ached for him. He was bold and I was loving every moment of it. His hands traveled the length of my torso and slid up under my shirt. Lightly dragging his fingertips across my abdomen I could only envision those same fingers on the keys. He played me well. He pushed my blouse up and tickled my tummy with little kisses and licks. I sighed in pure contentment. Not satisfied, he wanted more, and I wanted to give him more, he began to unbutton me. Slowly, sensuously, seemingly without a care in the world he teased me with each button. When each button had been undone he cupped my breasts and let out a soft sigh of his own. "Damn baby you got big tits." I could only smile at him as I undid the front hook of my bra for him. He pushed my blouse and bra over my shoulders as his mouth overtook my body in extasy. He only stopped long enough to shed his own shirt and we both undid his jeans. As I pushed his pants past his hips he reached for my shorts button. He sprang forward from his boxers and I gave a small moan at the sight of him. He made quick work of my shorts and tore my panties in the urgency to remove everything and enjoy himself. I had to taste him, I just had to. I pushed him onto his back and went down on him fast and hard. The moan that escaped him sounded so much like one in his songs it made me suck his cock harder. Damn I wanted every inch of him in me anyway I could. I tipped my head and took him down my throat until I felt his pubic hair tickle my nose. He groaned with the pleasure of it, "Son of a bitch!" I guess he had never been deep throated before. Well I was more than happy to oblige him. He tasted so sweet. He placed a hand on the back of my head as it bobbed up and down his shaft fast and hard. With his other hand he tweaked my nipples alternately serving to make me hotter. I needed him and I needed him now. I heard his plaintive wimper as I let go his shaft with an audible pop. He didn't whine for long when he saw me raise up and straddle him. His hands went to my hips and I sunk down on the thick column of flesh, we both moaned in the pleasurable joy of the sensation of him filling me to the deepest recesses. I ground my hips into him and leaned forward at his urging so he could suck, lick and nip at my breasts. He was keeping a steady rythum with our hips like a good musician should. I knew I couldn't last long. I had wanted him so bad I knew I would cum easily once I got his dick in me. He growled in pleasure when he felt my pussy contract around him, bringing him off with me. Spasms of extasy invaded my body as I felt his cum begin to trickle down my thigh. He held me as we calmed, and soon I heard him answer the question I had asked of him. "You, I want you."
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