Page 75 of Gabriel's Album

“Would you like to come to the Grammys as the guest of a nominee?” I wink at her as I pull her up to standing.

She doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, her expression turns to one of fear and distress. I can feel the smile fall from my face as my excitement slips away. Of course Ariana won’t want to be seen with me at such a public event. We even discussed the preferred seating arrangements with Cooper, something that I’d forgotten in my excitement to have her with me on the day.

“Don’t worry; you’ll be sitting next to Heather, not me,” I say carefully.

I don’t want to start an argument, not when I’ve just achieved the first step toward fulfilling my life goal of winning a Grammy Award.

“Please don’t, Gabriel,” Ariana responds.

“I didn’t say anything, Ariana. I know what the deal is.”

I can’t keep the hurt from my voice, and I see her flinch at my words. We stand there for a few moments, and I stare into her emerald eyes. The wall is up again, I can tell. I hate it when it’s up.

I sigh deeply, because there’s nothing to say that hasn’t been said a thousand times before, so I turn and make my way to the bathroom. My heart aches because it’s full of my love for Ariana. The knowledge that on a night as important as the Grammys, I’ll be in this relationship limbo of having her with me, but not really there, is painful as shit. It weighs heavily on my mind as I close the door between us.

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I wakeas I feel Ariana leave the bed, and I yawn and look around the bright bedroom. I realize with a jolt that today is the Grammy Awards, and I feel a thousand butterflies take up residence in my stomach as my nerves take over.

“Morning, darling!” Heather says exuberantly as she strolls into our bedroom with Ariana trailing behind her.

“Do come in, Heather,” I drawl at her.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Heather grins.

She seems completely unfazed by the fact that I’m lying naked in the bed in front of her. We’re close friends, but we’re not so close that I don’t grip the bedsheets a little tighter around myself to make sure I’m not exposed. Heather barely even glances in my direction as she continues into the walk-in closet.

“Ariana and I have a lot to get done today; it’s best we get started nice and early,” Heather tells me as she begins rifling through Ariana’s clothes.

While she’s distracted, I grab the jeans I was wearing yesterday, thankful that I just dropped them on the floor next to the bed and left them there last night. I pull them on while facing away from the walk-in closet.

As I do this, I hear Ariana exclaim, “What? Heather, we don’t have to leave for the awards for another nine hours!”

Once I’ve at least got jeans on, I lean back against the headboard and watch the scene in front of me.

“Yes, exactly. Time is precious today. Come here and get dressed.” In less than a minute, Heather has picked out an outfit for Ariana to wear, and as she hands it to her, she says, “Here you go. Put these on, and let’s go!”

Heather doesn’t wait for a response from Ariana. She pulls out her phone, and her eyes fall to her screen as she walks back through to the sitting area to wait for Ariana. I have a clear view through to the closet where Ariana is getting changed, and she looks up and catches my eye.

She slowly undoes the knot in her belt before she lets her bathrobe fall open and drops it to the floor. I swallow against a lump in my throat as she stands naked in front of me. The blood rushes to my crotch and I can feel my cock become instantly erect at the sight of her.

Ariana pulls out a matching set of underwear, looks at me again, then turns away from me. She bends over at the waist to pull on her panties, and I can see that her slit is glistening with her arousal. I know that I could grab her hips right now and slip my cock into her with ease, and I’m sorely tempted to do just that. If it weren’t for Heather’s presence in the next room, I would.

Ariana pulls the underwear up her legs painfully slowly, allowing me this view for a long time before she covers herself. She stands up and turns to face me again, red lace panties on and nothing else. Her breasts are pale, heavy globes with taut pink nipples that are begging to be licked. She’s breathing heavily, and I’m fascinated by the rise and fall of her breasts as she puts her arms through the straps of a bra, leaving her breasts momentarily viewable until she clips the bra together.

She licks her lips, and the sight of her tongue causes my cock to jerk in my jeans. I imagine her lips around it as she uses her tongue to tease me the way only she knows how. Instead, she grabs the black pencil skirt Heather got for her and steps into it before zipping it up. She pulls a tight maroon turtleneck over her head and then adds a black, loose singlet over the top. After that, she pulls on the black Mary Jane shoes that Heather had left sitting next to the clothes.

I can’t take it any longer, so I get up from the bed and stride into the walk-in closet. I place my hand on her ass and pull her toward me, so we’re standing right up against one another. My cock is straining against the confines of my jeans. The rough denim is painful because my erection is so hard, and because I didn’t put any underwear on.

I lower my mouth to her ear and growl into it, “I am going to enjoy taking every piece of clothing off you later, and I will fuck you into oblivion.”

I force myself to let her go and gently push her toward the door. Heather notices her coming through the doorway into the main area.

“Oh, you’re ready. Excellent! Let’s get going.” She seems completely clueless as to anything that just happened during Ariana’s reverse strip show. “Bye, Gabriel. See you later.”

“Bye, Heather,” I call out to her, keeping my body turned away from them to hide the bulge in my jeans.

As soon as the door closes behind them, I unzip my jeans and grasp my cock in my hand, groaning as the image of Ariana bent over with her pussy on display for me comes to my mind.

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