Page 9 of Fast & Sexy

He moved up over me, his tongue diving into my mouth. I tasted the sweet flavor of my own womanhood. His hand fumbled with his jeans, yanking them down. He was hard and enormous, and against my wet opening. We were the only two living souls at that moment as we looked into each other’s eyes. He slowly sank into me. I cried out with both pain and pleasure. He moved slowly, his jaw clenched until he was completely buried inside me.

“You’re beautiful,” his voice was full of need as he began to move. I clung to him tightly, my nails digging into the warm skin on his back. He thrusted into me over and over, the movement of his hips in rhythm with mine, our breathing heavy and shaky.

With one last thrust, he pulled away and was on his knees. He gripped his hard shaft with both hands and stroked himself before my eyes. He roared as he orgasmed, shooting his hot milky cum all over my breasts. He collapsed back on top of me. I cradled him between my thighs, feeling the strong pounding of his heart against mine.

As I steadied my breathing from the most pleasurable experience I had ever felt in my life, I realized that I had spent the whole night with Eric. And that my parents were probably worried half out of their minds. “My parents are going to kill me!”

“No,” he grumbled against my shoulder, “I called your parents last night. Told them you were safe, and I’d take care of you.”

We took a shower together in Eric’s hotel room, exploring each other’s bodies with slippery soapy hands. I was a bit sore, and even though he became hard again in the shower, he washed my hair and body with his gentle hands. He drove me home and walked me to the front door. He held and kissed me, and our passion for each other began to rise again. He had more self-control than I did and released me from the heated kiss.

I needed to get ready for my shift at work, and I hurried up the stairs to my room to change clothes and get ready. I also wanted to avoid my parents because I knew they would be very ticked off. My dad followed after me, “Cindy!”

I got to my room and spun around, “What, Dad?”

He was dressed in a suit, ready to go to work that morning. His tie was still loose, and I knew he was running late because he was waiting and worrying about me. “You’re going to throw your whole future away over this guy!”

“No, Dad. I’m not. But Ericisa part of my future. I care about him and he cares about me. I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m old enough to make my own choices. And I choose to be with him.”

I didn’t see anger in my dad’s eyes. Only sadness maybe? He looked down and exhaled. “You’re right. You’ve grown up to become a very smart and beautiful young woman. You make your own decisions. I just want you to make smart ones.” He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me. “We just love you so much and want what’s best for you. If this Eric is good to you and treats you with respect, then we’re okay with it.”

I nuzzled my cheek against his tie. His familiar scent of Old Spice brought back memories of my childhood. He’d kissed me on my cheek as he hurried out the door on his way to work while me, Tommy, and Mom sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. “I love you too, Dad. Thank you for understanding, and trusting me to live my life.”

It was Saturday night as I primped in front of my bedroom mirror. I was dressed in a hot pink, zebra print tank top, a tight black mini skirt, and black stiletto boots. Angie went shopping with me and helped pick out just the right outfit for the night. Steel Dragon was performing at The Bayou in Georgetown. Both Angie and I were ready to head out, and the last thing I needed was for Tommy to come along with us, but my parents insisted that he drive us there. Even though they were struggling with accepting the fact that I was a responsible adult, they still insisted that Tommy watch over me.

Tommy parked the car along the curb a block away from The Bayou. He looked over at me sitting in his passenger seat, “You look like one of those headbanger sluts.”

Angie sat in the backseat. She reached out from behind Tommy and smacked his face with a hard slap, “Shut up, Tommy! You’re such a fucking dickweed!”

“Stop it! Both of you!” I shouted, getting out of his car and slamming the door shut. Tommy climbed out of the driver’s side, his eyes grew round as saucers, “Fuck, Cindy! You don’t have to act like such a bitch!”

I tuned him out and bolted up the steep concrete sidewalk in my high-heeled boots. Angie caught up with me, wrapping her arm around my shoulders, “Sorry about that, Cin, but a brother doesn’t say nasty things like that to his own sister.”

Tears welled up, but I choked them down and stopped, wrapping my arms around her. “Oh, Ang. You’ve always been like a big sis to me.”

She squeezed me back, “I know, Cin. Now let’s go meet up with Zeek and Eric and have a kick-ass time tonight!”

We walked together down K Street and saw the sign “The Bayou” glowing in neon red. Two huge black doors hung open beneath it. A crowd of headbangers with teased hair, dressed in animal prints, jeans, and spandex stood in a line outside. I spotted Eric instantly among the crowd. He stood out dressed in a worn jean vest that showed off his broad shoulders. His tight stone- washed jeans hugged his muscled thighs. His face lit up with a grin when his eyes met mine.

I rushed toward him, but Tommy bolted past, blocking my path, “I wouldn’t have driven you and your bimbette friend all the up to DC if I knew you were fucking that deadbeat headbanger!”

Eric was there. Standing behind Tommy. “Hey, asshole!” He drew back his fist as Tommy spun around. And slammed it into his jaw. His head flew back, and he fell landing hard on his ass on the concrete sidewalk.

Eric’s fists were clenched at his sides. “I love Cindy. If you ever talk to her like that again, I’ll knock your fucking teeth out.”

Love? Eric said he loved me? My heart skipped a few beats as I stood there frozen. He turned to me, the side of his mouth lifted, and he winked, “Yes, I love you, Cindy. You’re my wildcat.”

I flung myself into his arms, “I love you too, Eric!” He leaned down and kissed me.

Angie began to laugh out loud, slapping her hands to her thighs, “Totally fucking far out!”

Epilogue

Cindy

TheSteelDragonhitnumber one on the Billboard Charts in the spring of 1988. They filmed two music videos that aired on MTV all day that summer as they toured throughout the US, performing at concert halls and arenas. Things happened way too fast in the eighties. And everything was big and loud—the hair, the music, the bright lights, and the colors of neon.

While Eric was away on tour, he called me every day just as he promised, whether in a hotel, a bar, or getting ready to perform onstage. But it was never a quiet moment for us over the phone, with loud voices, music, or laughter. I lived with my parents and after a few more years I graduated from college with a bachelor’s degree. By then, Eric’s band had recorded two more albums and they were back on the road touring again. When he came back to my hometown in Virginia, we were always together, practically glued to each other. I missed him terribly while he was away, and it was hard sometimes when I was not by his side, living the crazy rockstar life.

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