Reunion
Warnings: NSFW, p-n-c, past bad relationship mentioned, Oral (F receiving), Sorry if I missed anything....
Has it really been 45 years since high school? This is my first time coming back to the area since I left.
I hope he decides to attend. I haven’t heard that he’s been to any of the other reunions. But this is the 45th. He’s the only reason I’m here.
I opt to stay at a different hotel rather than where the reunion is taking place. Instead if getting a rental car, I use a rideshare to get to the event hotel. When I walk into the Grand Ballroom shortly after five, there’s a few people here. No one I remember. Collecting my name tag, I scan the other name tags. His name isn’t there. But he really doesn’t need one.
My long hair is pinned up as it isn’t liking the humidity in the LA Basin. I tug up my strapless dress hoping I’m not sweating too badly. I stake out a table in the back corner and watch as the room slowly fills.
Shortly before seven, the room kinda starts going nuts. I stand to see. Sure enough. James Hetfield has just walked into the ballroom. There’s a rush of people to him. I hang back. I’m not overly fond of crowds. Being five foot two has its disadvantages. I wait for a time at the table. There’s still a crowd milling around him. He’s barely made it into the room. Heaving a sigh, I walk out onto the outside patio just off the Grand Ballroom and lean on the railing. The last golden hues of the sunset glow over the parking lot below just makes everything perfect.
“Kira?” That voice. No one else on this planet has that voice. A little deeper than school days, but still his. “Is that really you?”
I turn slowly, “Hi James” and give him a small smile. “Been a couple of years” I giggle.
“Yeah. Just a couple!” his laugh soft and rumbly. James moves to stand next to me at the railing. “Some view” he snorts, lighting a cigar.
Batting my eyes at him, “I think it’s rather grandiose!”
James snorts a small laugh as he stands next to the railing. Next to me. “What happened to you? After that dance. No one knew where you went.” Looking down at my fingers, I start picking at my cuticles. James leans his left elbow on the railing holding his cigar over the plants below. His right hand gently rests between my bare shoulder blades. “Please Kira. Tell me.” His voice a soft rumble. “Did Bobby rape you that night?” he almost whispers, his fingers on my back warm.
I look over at his heavily tattooed arm. I can’t bring myself to look into those eyes. Not yet. Images of that night flash in my mind … me and Bobby dancing … Bobby taking me to the football team locker room … the struggle to get away from Bobby … me running across the parking lot in a ruined dress … James sitting on the hood of his beat-up truck … me making him park a block away from my house… “Yeah” I manage.
“What happened after you got home that night? I should have gone with you to talk to your dad.”
I bark “No” as I snap my eyes to his glorious blue ones that haven’t changed in 45 years. Shaking my head slightly, “I’m glad you didn’t. My dad would have killed you” as I look out over the parking lot again.
A gust of hot asphalt scented wind blows a stray lock of my hair across my eyes. James tenderly tucks it behind my ear. “That bad?”
Nodding “Yes.” James shifts a little closer to me as he pulls a deep drag on his cigar – blowing the smoke up away from my face. I lean my shoulder into his chest. Heaving a sigh, I continue “I don’t know if you knew, but my dad and Bobby’s dad were friends.” He gently shakes his head. “They expected me to marry Bobby.” I heave a smaller sigh “When I came home early after that dance, my dad wanted to know why. When I told him that Bobby had .. ‘had his way with me’ .. my dad’s response was ‘Good for Bobby! He finally manned up!’” James wraps his right arm around my shoulders, tenderly pulling me closer to him. James’ solid body a comfort.
“When I claimed that Bobby had raped me,” my whole body shivers at the memory “dad beat the shit out of me.” James leans his forehead on the top of my head. “He kept yelling that a slut like me should be happy that a man like Bobby even looked at me.” James’ fingers tighten their hold on my shoulder and his left hand rests on my hands, his cigar tucked between two fingers. Amazingly, it doesn’t stink.
“When I woke up, dad was passed out drunk on the sofa. I took all the money out of his wallet and ransacked the house to find the money I knew he hid. It wasn’t much. Then I walked to the bus station and talked my way onto one going to Reno.”
I’m not sure if it’s me or James that’s shaking. “Why Reno?” he rumbles gently.
“It was the first bus leaving town” I grin up at him. He sniffs a small laugh. “I called my grandma when I got to Reno. She said that I could live with her. I worked as a maid in a hotel until I could save the money to get to Seattle.”
His thumb is gently rubbing my shoulder “You felt safe going there?”
“Yes. She was my mom’s mother. Grandma never did like dad. When I got there, she wanted me to press charges. I said no. That I didn’t want to see dad .. or Bobby .. ever again.” I sniff out a giggle “She made me finish school there."
James just snugs me in closer. “You look good. Seattle must like you” he chortles into my hair.
“Technically, I live outside Seattle in the Cascade foothills. A wide spot in the road called Preston.”
“Well” he flashes me a brilliant grin, “you look amazing.” I know I’m blushing big time.
We both look back towards the door into the ballroom when a loud burst of cheering rings out.
He looks at me with a wonky grin, “Let me take you out to dinner” he rumbles, his blue eyes sparkling.
“Sure” I grin. I feel like I’m right back in high school and James is asking me to go to the movies or to the beach.
James stands up, rubs the fire off his cigar and gently tucks me into his left side as we start walking back toward the ballroom. The half finished cigar gets tucked into his coat pocket.
As we enter the ballroom, the reason behind the cheering is standing on a table in the middle of the room. Balding. Beer gutted. Unshaven. Really bad fitting, cheap suit. Missing a couple of teeth. Still super egotistical. Bobby.
James takes me by the hand and walks us along the wall towards the door out to the hotel lobby. But we’re seen. “Hey there Hetfield! You loser!” Bobby roars as he steps off the table.
The pressure on my hand intensifies some.
For being a man whose let himself go, Bobby is still quick. In a few strides he’s blocking the way out. “Just where do you think you’re going?” he sneers at me, staring at my chest.
“Out to dinner” I stare him down.
Jabbing James in the chest “With this loser?” Bobby snorts loudly. “He had to keep the fag boy long hair and play guitar to get laid!” There are a few soft laughs. More look at the floor obviously knowing just who James is.
James draws back his right arm, hand clenched, eyes almost black with anger, and I swear he’s snarling. I rotate to stand facing James, pushing on his heaving chest with both my hands. “James!” I bark. He doesn’t look at me, but he stops pushing against my hands. “He’s not worth it” I plead with James.
Mistaking my statement, Bobby grabs my arm “Yeah! You’re not worth it!” he sneers at James.
I yank my arm out of Bobby’s grasp, “I meant you” I snarl. Bobby’s eyes flash darkly at me. “You are not worth another second of my time or life.” I lean into James’ body as he pulls me to him and heads us towards the door.
“Yeah. Well” Bobby stumbles. “You’re a sorry piece of ass!”
I spin out of James’ hold “You raped me!” I scream in anger across the room at the nightmare from my past.
There’s an audible gasp and several people step back from Bobby’s side. Bobby actually takes a step backward. His mouth moving like a fish out of water but no sound escapes him. One of the people around Bobby is a woman, obviously pregnant. She glares at Bobby. The room falls silent.
James gently wraps an arm around my shaking shoulders and turns me from the room and ushers us out. As we cross the threshold into the lobby, the room behind us erupts in loud voices. James snugs my shaking frame closer to his side as he quickly walks us out of the hotel. I rip off the sticky name-tag, crumple it and drop it in a trash can as we walk out the hotel front doors.
Sitting just outside the front door is a rather large black sedan. The driver is sitting on the back bumper holding his phone. Seeing us walk towards the car “James. Here” as he pops up and opens a back door. “Didn’t think you’d be leaving so soon” the driver grins as he climbs into the driver’s seat.
“Yeah, sorry about that Mike. I didn’t get the chance to warn you” James chuckles. I can feel his body shedding the tension from the confrontation. I heave out a breath and force myself to calm.
“Where to?” Mike looks into the rearview mirror as he pulls out into traffic.
“Think we can get into LA Prime without a long wait?”
“Let me call ahead” Mike grins into the rearview mirror, then the divider goes up.
James hugs my shoulders some “You ok?” as I tense up some.
“That” as I point to the divider “makes it a little tight back here.”
Nodding, “Yeah. It does” James agrees. “So. What do you do for a living now?”
I sniff out a laugh as I realize he’s trying to distract me. “Ah. Well. I retired two months ago” I grin at him. “Between my retirement package and what Grandma left me, I’m sitting pretty good.”
Huffing out a laugh “You were always good with money. You could take a dollar and put together a four course meal!”
I nudge his ribs with my elbow “That’s a bit of an exaggeration there James!”
“That’s what I remember!” he grins back. His blue eyes sparkling again. “Where did you retire from?”
“oh. Some small, barely known, computer software company in Redmond” I deadpan at him. Then bust into giggles as he chuckles. “I was an executive assistant.”
“You’d be good at that” he smiles at me.
I lift my eyebrows some “I was good at that.”
“Well.. yeah ….” James fumbles. We ride in silence for a bit. His right knee starts bouncing. I just grin broadly. “What?” James looks at me.
“Why are you nervous?”
“I’m not” he snorts softly.
I reach across his body and rest my fingers on his bouncing right knee. “You’re nervous.” He just looks at my fingers on his knee. “You’re knee always bounced before a game” I whisper loudly.
Still staring at my fingers, “huh.” Then those big blue eyes find mine, “I guess I never noticed.” Then he flashes me a brilliant smile.
I can feel my blush returning as I retract my fingers from his leg.
The big sedan pulls into a parking garage and stops at a valet stand. “Ah! We’re here!” James grins.
Mike pops out and opens my door as the valet opens the other back door. James waits for me at the valet stand, holding out a hand to me as I get closer. I lay my fingers into his very large hand. I don’t remember those hands being this big in school. The valet hurries ahead of us to the elevator. James eases me into his side on the ride up to the restaurant.
When the doors open, James tucks my hand into his elbow and leads us to the hostess stand. Within moments we are seated at a table by the windows in a corner. This view is stunning. Our waiter hands us each a menu. He must know James, as the waiter offers the drinks menu only to me. “Thanks, but no” I smile at the young man, who smiles and leaves our table with that small menu.
After staring at his menu a moment, “You can have a drink around me.” His eyes find mine again. “I don’t mind.”
I smile at him. “That’s kind, James. But the smell of alcohol of any kind reminds me of dad.” He just nods and returns to his menu. “You’ve been here before?” I look over the top of the menu at the boy who has become a man.
“Yeah, a couple of times” James looks at me with a knowing grin.
“What do you recommend?”
With a brilliant grin, James gently pulls the menu from my hands “I’ll order for us” he chuckles. A few minutes later, he’s ordered us prime rib dinners. I just sit in my chair and squirm. After the waiter leaves, James turns to me “Now you’re the one that’s nervous!” he snickers.
Breathing out a soft laugh, “I’ve never been treated this way” I mumble.
He rests his left hand over my right hand, “Treated how?”
Waving my left hand over the table and at the windows “Like this.” I snake my right fingers between his tattooed ones “Like this” I whisper looking at his fingers.
Squeezing my hand gently “You deserve it.” He keeps my fingers entangled in his. “This is going to sound very egotistical, but you do know what I do. Right?”
I laugh softly “Yes, James.” I look into those stunning blue eyes, “I know that you are the Mighty Het.” He busts out a chuckle. I lean back in my chair, “I’ve been to every show you guys have done in Seattle.” He cocks an eyebrow at me. “The shows at the Coliseum in 1989” he nods at me “I sat as close to the stage as I could get and giggled almost the whole time.”
“You giggled?” his eyebrows almost reaching his hairline.
“Yes!” I know I’m blushing again. “I sat there thinking ‘I know that guy!’ the whole time!”
He actually laughs at that declaration. Recovering, “Did you see the last ones?” his eyes sparkling.
“Yes I did” I smile at him. “Probably the only time I’ll have tickets in the North end of the field.” He gives me a look. “All those seats are held by Seahawk season ticket holders.”
He nods as he takes a sip of water. “Did you ever try to get backstage?”
“Once.” I can see the question in his eyes. “The shows in ’89. I was intimated by all the other girls lined up trying to get backstage.”
“Ahh. Yeah.”
The waiter delivers our salads.
“I’m glad you came to the reunion” I almost whisper. “I was hoping you would.”
James flashes me a smile. “I’m glad my brother didn’t throw out the invite.” I give him a look. “His address is still on my school records” he chuckles. “He calls when stuff for me appears in his mailbox. Most of it gets tossed.” James looks at me, “But this one …. I asked him to it send to me.” He picks at his salad “Don’t know why.”
I pick at the salad on my plate. “You are the reason I even decided to be here.” He just looks at me. I look into those damned blue eyes, “I wanted to thank you.” I gulp. “For that night” comes out in a whisper.
James sets his fork down, gently clasps my head in both his hands .. and kisses me. I suck in a breath through the kiss. I drop my fork onto my salad and grab both his wrists tugging them to keep him close to me. He breaks the kiss – both of us panting slightly – resting his forehead on mine. “I’m glad I was there. I just wish …”
I kiss him again to shut him up. I break the kiss this time. “The Fates are sometimes cruel in the way they snarl and then uncross paths. If we’d’ve done anything differently, you wouldn’t have your children.”
He gently kisses me again. “I am rather proud of my kids.”
Still holding his wrists, I lean back to look at his whole face “You should be.”
The waiter clears his throat behind us. We snicker as we both sink back into our own chairs. The rest of dinner, we mind our manners. We discuss general topics while we eat our meals. It’s delicious and I feel bad that I can’t finish mine. James assures me that it’s ok. We share a chocolate cake slice for dessert. I excuse myself to use the ladies’ room as he pays the bill. He meets me at the hostess stand. “Ready?” he purrs at me. I nod as he retakes my hand.
In the car, he pulls me into his side. “Where are you staying?”
“Embassy Suites in Downey.”
He cocks a wonky smile at me “The one by school?” I just nod. “I haven’t seen that building since I left!”
I chortle “It’s a lot smaller than I remember it being!”
“Hey Mike!”
“On it James!” Mike chuckles.
It takes a bit to get there, but when the car pulls up to the curb, we both lean to look out the window.
“Wow. It is much smaller” James huffs out. “I remember it being so damned big.”
“Me too” I mumble.
“Did you have Mr Garry for American History?” James almost bounces in his seat.
“We were in the same class! He was a kick!” Then laugh “I almost kept your copy of that last test on the American Revolution.”
James cocks an eyebrow at me “Why?”
Snorting another soft laugh “You’d drawn the Revolutionary war in stick figures all around the borders of the test!” The bottom of the page flashes in my memory: A group of stick figures leaping in joy on one side of the page and a group of downhearted ones on the other.
He thinks a moment. Then his eyes flare wide “I did! And I got an A!” he chuckles.
“You got an A for the art. You got a D on the test” I snicker softly. I sink back into my seat “Did you have Mrs Rhoades for English?”
James laughs “No! If I had, my lyrics would be a lot better.”
I snort in laughter “She was a taskmaster! And there’s nothing wrong with your lyrics” I smile at him.
James looks at me “Do you want to stay so close to school?”
“Not really” as I feel my cheeks burn again with a blush.
He places an almost reverent kiss to my forehead. “Stay with me” he whispers. I can only nod. “Hey Mike! We need to get Kira’s stuff from the hotel.”
From the front seat “The one down the street here?”
“Yes” I finally find my voice.
It takes us only minutes to get there. James helps me from the car – asking Mike to keep it running. A quick elevator ride to the third floor, my room is not far down the hallway. Since I had checked in today, there isn’t much to re-pack. James rolls my case and I carry my backpack to the lobby. James pays for my room before I can stop him. Then James is escorting me back to the sedan. My case and backpack get tucked into the trunk while James hands me into the backseat.
When he climbs in beside me, I get a look from him. “What’s going on? You ok?”
Shrugging slightly “I have just never been treated this way.”
“What way?” his eyebrows furrow some.
I look into his stunning eyes “Like a lady” I whisper.
He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me to him “Get used to it” he breathes. Then kisses me. Gently. We neck like teenagers in the backseat the whole way to his hotel. One of the nicest hotels in the city. James takes my case and backpack when we exit the car at the hotel.
The elevator opens – literally – in his room. It’s massive. I kind of stumble into the suite. Putting my luggage by the bedroom door, he turns and looks at me with his wonky grin. I look at James “This is huge.”
His arms kinda wave around at the expansive space “Yeah. They tend to give me the big rooms because …”.
I snort out softly “You are the Mighty Het?” as I walk towards him.
Wrapping an arm around my waist he snorts in laughter and walks us toward the outside patio. Holding out what remains of his cigar “Do you mind?”
“No” I smile up at him. I look around. “Uhmm. Bathroom?”
James points, “That door. I think” he chuckles. He points “I’ll be out there.”
I nod with a smile. The door he’d pointed out is a bathroom. After washing up, I join him on the patio.
The view of the city lights from this patio is amazing. Can’t see the water, but the breeze is cool and smells of the ocean. He’s puffing away on his cigar as I lean on the railing. It’s obvious that he’s enjoying his smoke.
Holding out the stogey “Bad habit, I know.”
I smile at him “I can think of worse.”
He walks over to me and places his warm large tattooed right hand on my bare shoulders. His left hand holding his cigar trapped between two fingers grabs the rail in front of my stomach. “We both know all about those other bad habits” he gently growls. I sniff out a small laugh. He squeezes my shoulder “What’s wrong?” he whispers.
“I hate Bobby” as I look at James’ tattooed hand holding his cigar. “I hate that he .. took from me” I whisper. James wraps his right arm around me and pulls me into his frame, putting me between his body and the railing, his right hand splays open on my stomach. I gulp and gently grasp both his arms. “He took from me the one thing .. that … I … wanted to … give you” the last I barely whisper out as I gently squeeze his arm.
I feel his body tense some. The tips of his fingers gently clench me. His lips by my ear “You wanted …. me … to be your …… first?” I can only nod. He puts his cigar down on the table and wraps that arm around me too. I lean back into his chest, my hands cupping both his arms. James leaves tender kisses on my temple. Slowly drifting to my ear. “Let me show you …. how … it shou….”
“Yes please” I cut him off, griping his arms tighter.
His lips slowly press kisses down my neck. Little licks. Soft nibbles. He kisses a spot where my neck becomes shoulder – I suck in a sharp breath and clutch his arms as my knees threaten to buckle. He holds me snugly. “Found it” he purrs tenderly into my ear.
“Found what?” I pant out softly.
He rocks me into a semi-dip facing him “You haven’t … been with anyone?” I shake my head. “Ever?”
“That night ….”
He kisses me deeply. Resting his forehead on mine “That night doesn’t count.” He snugs me closer kissing me again. I wrap my arms around his frame. Breaking our kiss “This will be like your first time” he purrs at me. I can’t stop my body from quivering as I smile at him, my hands clinging to his shoulders. His lips gently work on mine as he picks me up and carries me just inside the patio door setting me down. He reaches behind me to close the sliding panel. Then he picks me up again with a kiss and carries me into the bedroom part of the suite.
He sets me down on my feet gently, keeping our lips still kissing the other. His very large hand gently runs across my bare shoulders, his other dipping low around my waist. Both keeping me held close to his body. My hands twitch gently around his waist. He kisses my forehead. “I want to set up a safeword.”
My eyebrows furrow some “Safeword?”
He kisses me again. “Yes. A safeword.” His fingers gently gripping my back “If something scares you – or you are in pain – you say the safeword and I will stop.” He places a very reverent kiss between my eyebrows “I promise.” I heave a sigh. If he is still the boy I knew in High School, he will keep his promise. I wiggle some in his hold, my fingers snake into the belt loops on his jeans. “Make it a word that would not normally be used in the bedroom.” He grins slightly at me “I want you to think of it, that way you’ll remember it.”
I nod gently, resting my forehead on his very hairy chest exposed by the v of his shirt. His nose buries into my hair, sniffing. His chest wasn’t this fuzzy in school. And it’s soft hairs. A word keeps running across my brain. I lean back and look into those damned blue eyes and kinda giggle. “Zucchini.”
James tightens his hold on me as he chortles some “That’s a good one. I can honestly say that I have never used the word zucchini in the bedroom.” His hand leaves my shoulders to cup the back of my head “You have never been with anyone?” I shake my head. “Ever?” Again, I shake my head. He cocks his head at me “Why not?”
Shrugging some, “I dated.” I shiver some. “Every time they would want to have … sex” I squirm in embarrassment “I would end things. It seemed like that’s all they wanted. None of them tried to back off or contact me again after I said no.” Shrugging again “I just stopped trying after awhile.”
He smiles gently at me, “Then, we’ll go slowly.” He brushes my bangs from my forehead. “Neither of us need to be anywhere anytime soon anyway” he purrs at me with a smile.
I sniff out a laugh.
He gently parts us to kick off his boots, keeping one hand on my waist. He smiles gently up at me as he runs a hand down to my left ankle. He gently takes off my strappy sandal. He reaches over to my other foot and takes off that sandal as well. His hands ghost up my sides as he stands. Reaching his full six foot one height, his head cocks to one side. “Have you always been this short?”
I snort a giggle “yes.”
“You’re shorter than Lars!” he snorts softly. Then gently snakes an arm around my waist, the other wraps back around my shoulders. He takes up his stage stance – feet a good three feet apart, knees slightly bent - to lean over and kiss me. My arms wrap around his body. I can feel his muscles quiver some as he keeps kissing me. His hands palm up to my shoulders. I breathe in deeply as I feel his fingers gently search the back of my dress. I shudder in a breath through the kiss. My fingers tug at the back of his shirt untucking it from the back of his pants. He shudders in a breath as he parts the kiss. He reaches up to the back of his shirt collar and tugs the fabric from his body.
Putting my palms on his bared chest, I gently push him back. I slowly run my palms over his pecs, clavicle, shoulders. My fingers gently work up his throat, over his adam’s apple to his chin. I gently run my thumb over the soul patch tucked under his lower lip, then that lip, his mustache. It’s super soft. His upper lip. I wrap my right hand around his neck and pull those lips back to mine. I tighten my left arm around his body, pulling. He increases the intensity of our kiss.
Finally breaking the kiss, his forehead on mine, both of us panting slightly, he looks into my eyes as he slowly starts pulling the zipper on the back of my dress down. I pull his body closer to mine as I quiver slightly. Reaching the bottom of the zipper – which is well below my butt – his large fingers gently run slowly up the open zipper parting the dress fabric. When he gets to my ribs, his fingers feel like they are searching for something. I look up into his eyes with a grin. “What are you looking for?” I chortle.
“A bra” he states plainly as he smiles softly at me.
I nod once with a small smile. “It’s part of the dress.”
His eyes brighten some “Ahh.” He gently grabs my biceps, pushes my body back – I squeak in surprise as the dress falls to the floor – and he pulls my now basically naked frame back into his. Smiling, he wiggles his eyebrows at me. I shudder a harsh breath. Kissing me, his hands are groping my ass. I break the kiss “Now what are you looking for?” I ask with a giggle.
He squeezes my butt “Underwear” he plainly states.
I nod. “Thong.”
His hands gently work up to my waist, “Ahh.” Tugging gently on the waistband “There it is.” Then he’s gently kissing me again, he loops his arms under my armpits lifting me. His soft chest hairs rubbing my breasts. I wrap my arms around his neck holding myself up on his shoulders.
He takes the few steps to the bed, kneeling on it putting my body between his legs, he lays me down under him. I am quivering slightly. He’s on his hands and knees over me. He leans down and kisses me gently. “You doing ok?”
“yeah” I shudder out.
He kisses me again. “I’m going to go slowly.” I nod. He huffs out laugh “I might swear.”
I shudder out a laugh “I won’t fucking mind.”
He chortles with a wicked grin “That’s what I thought you’d fucking say.” And kisses me again.
He slowly sinks his body down halfway on my left side and half on the bed. One hand cups around the back of my neck. The other plays with my pinned up hair. I lift my head some and he unpins it. His fingers snarl into the length as he pulls it to his face, inhaling deeply. “Flowers” he purrs. “I always loved that your hair smelled like flowers.”
“How do you know that my hair has always smelled like flowers?” my head cocks back some.
James’ grin gets wonky “I would stand behind you in the lunch line. And sniff.”
I give him a look “I always thought you were sniffing the pizza!”
He gently shakes his head “Nope.” His grin wicked. “Your hair.”
I just giggle softly. Then he’s kissing me again. My hands wrap around his biceps. His left hand gently cups my chin, those fingers tenderly wrapping around my neck. His lips still gently kissing mine. Then his hand slowly drifts down my neck. Tenderly he breaks the kiss. He smiles at me. Then those stunning blue eyes watch his hand gently palm down toward my breast. I hitch in a sharp breath and my body tenses. His eyes snap to mine “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No” I whisper. “I’ve just not felt … no one .. has touched…” I stammer.
James kisses me tenderly. “Shh” he breaths with a gentle smile. Then his blue eyes lock with mine. His hand tenderly cups my breast. I stutter out a breath. His fingers gently play with my breast. My nipple. I gasp softly. “That feel ok?” he purrs at me. I nod emphatically, my fingers clench into his arms. He smiles “Good.” His eyes again return to watch his hand on my boob. He traps my nipple between his fingers. Gently. I suck in a breath. With a smile on his face, his eyes find mine again as he increases the pressure on my nipple. A whimper exits my lips as my back arches some, my legs writhing together under him. He grins at me “That feel good?” I nod and whimper again. His fingers let go of my nipple. I suck in a breath as my body arches again. He just grins wickedly at me before kissing me.
He lowers his face to my neck. He licks. Nibbles. Kisses. Sucks. Breathes on my neck. My right hand finds his hair gently snarling into the short silvered locks. He moans as his lips slowly work down my neck. Over my clavicle. He moves slowly over my chest. Keeping his lips on my flesh, his eyes look up into mine as his lips wrap around my left nipple. Warm. Wet. I shudder a harsh gasp. I see the very corners of his lips curl up under his mustache pulling another whimper from me.
Using his knees to tenderly open my legs, he shifts his body to lay down centered over mine, his hips between my knees. His hands move to curl around my ribs. His thumbs cup up around the underside of both of my breasts. He sucks, nibbles, licks and lips my left nipple as his fingers toy with my right one. He latches onto my left nipple sucking it hard and lifts his head. I watch pulling in a long breath until my nipple literally pops from his lips. With another wicked grin, he pecks a kiss on my left nipple. Then plants his lips between my breasts and slowly starts working to my right breast. His fingers find my left nipple, gently teasing it. My whole body convulses. His other fingers gently continue to play with my right nipple “You ok?”
“Just a little overload” I pant out quickly.
“Want me to stop?”
“No” I almost bark.
He grins at me as his fingers keep playing with my nipples. “If I go any slower it would be more torture than pleasure.” His eyes still locked with mine as he lowers his lips to my right nipple. He spends the same amount of time on that nipple as my left one. I am writhing and mewling beneath his body. Again, he latches onto my nipple and lifts his head until it pops from his lips. Wetly. He wiggles his eyebrows at me “That sounded good!”
I huff out a chuckle. My breathing is nothing but hitched pantings. He works his way back up my body, hooking his arms through my armpits, leaning on his elbows, his hands cupping my head. “Breath, Kira” he purrs at me. His fingers gently caressing my face and hair. “Breath deeply” he smiles. “You’re close to hyperventilating” he murmurs. “Breath.” It takes me a bit to get my breathing to even out. He’s keeping my eyes locked with his as he makes me breath with him. “There you go” he purrs. “One more. That’s better” he smiles. His face buries into my neck again. I sigh out as my hands wrap around his head. His head pops back up and he’s kissing my lips. “You doing good?”
I nod with a smile.
“I want to hear you Kira” he purrs as his hands stroke my hair, the soft smile on his lips reaches those big blue eyes.
“I’m good” I gulp out.
He kisses me again “That’s my girl.” Then he’s nuzzling back into my neck. He snakes one hand under me, splaying that hand open between my shoulder blades, lifting. My fingers again find his hair. He moans softly as he blazes kisses slowly down over my chest. He stops between my boobs, both hands toying with both nipples, giving me a wicked grin. Then he’s working his lips over my stomach, his hands shifting under me and following down my back.
When he gets to the waistband of my thong, he leans up on his elbows. He pinches the thong waistband lifting it from my skin with his left hand. “These are now in my way.” He lets the waistband snap back against my waist and pulls out a pocket knife from the jeans that are still on his body, flipping the blade out. “Are these favorites?” he tugs the waistband of my thong again.
Slowly shaking my head “Not really.”
“Good.” In a blink, he’s sliced the waistband over each hip, a wicked grin plastered on his face. He closes the blade and tosses it off the side of the bed. He cups under both my hips with his large hands, a wicked grin still plastered on his face. His eyes drink in the flimsy fabric covering juncture of my legs. “I have a confession to make” he looks up my body into my eyes.
“What’s that?” I manage.
He kisses my still covered pubic bone. Staring into my eyes “I love to eat pussy” he growls wickedly. He kisses my pubic bone again. “Get comfy.” He smiles at me as he wiggles his body between my legs “I’m going to keep you here awhile." He kisses the inside of my leg as he passes his arms under my thighs, those large hands grabbing my hips. I can feel what’s left of my thong is soaking wet. He chuckles up at me “Now. To get this thong out of my way.” Keeping his eyes locked to mine, he literally licks the fabric off my body. I gasp sharply but keep my eyes on his face. As he sucks my essence from the fabric with a loud moan, his eyes close. Pure pleasure spread over his face. With the thong fabric dangling from his lips, he looks up at me, lifts his head, cocks one eyebrow at me, and spits the destroyed garment in the general direction his knife went. I can feel the cool room air on my soaking wet mound drawing a moan from me.
I watch as his eyes shift down to my cunt. Then his eyes snap to mine. “You’re bare.”
Shrugging some “I have never liked … hair … there.”
He flashes me a glorious smile “Fair enough.” He sinks a little lower between my legs. “Ready?” he smiles.
“uh huh” I whimper, my feet curl against his waist, my fingers clenching the bedding.
He kisses the insides of my thighs. “You can move around.” He nibbles one thigh “You don’t have to just lie there.” He sucks on my other thigh. My hands grab at his wrists. “That’s right” he purrs. His lips kiss closer to my wetness. My hips try to buck up. “Yeah” he chuffs softly. “The hips aren’t going anywhere.” He smiles at me “The rest of you can move around.” Wiggling his eyebrows at me, he sticks out his tongue. All the way out. The tip all the way down to his chin. He slowly lowers his face to my core .. and licks from almost my ass to my clit.
My shoulders collapse to the mattress as I whine out loudly. Again, my hips try to lift but his fingers hold me tightly and he’s moaning loudly. I feel more than see him lift his head “You taste delicious!” Then his tongue laps gently at my lower lips. I sigh out heavily. His tongue glides between my lower lips. Swirling around in my folds. As I groan loudly my hands clasp his wrists. My toes clench at his body. His warm, velvet soft, wet tongue plays around inside my folds. It’s pointy as it dips into my entrance. It’s flat as it floats over my clit. His teeth nibble my vulva gently. I writhe. Moan. Whine. Grab my own boobs. My hips try to buck up into his mouth. His hands keep them trapped.
His lips wrap around my little bud of nerves and sucks gently while his tongue laps it. Slowly. I suck in a sharp breath and jerk in his hold. He chortles into my cunt as he repeats the sucking lapping action on my clit. And again. Again. Again. And again. The tension is building in me. I pant hard. My fingers clench tightly around his wrists. My abs crunch, lifting my upper torso from the bed. He keeps the same, exquistly tortorous slow suck and lap pattern. Again. Again. And again. “Dohhn ……. doonn …….. doohnt stahp” I beg loudly. He doesn’t.
And I explode.
My orgasm slams into me. My body arches. My legs wrap around his head. My fingers grab his hair. His fingers dig into my hips tightly, holding me. A scream leaves my lungs. My vision blurs closing my eyes. He keeps the slow suck lap pattern going. My body convulses as another softer scream leaves me. He slowly stops working my clit making my body jerk and twitch in his grasp. His lips are warm on my thighs, stomach, sternum, neck. I am a mewling, writhing, mess under him. His weight slowly follows his lips. His hands again cup my head, his lips kissing mine. His mustache smells of me. My eyes flutter open to look directly into his glorious blue pools.
“There you are” he murmurs. My hands lift limply to his arms. “I’m going to say that was your first true orgasm” he chuckles softly.
“ngghyawhuh” I nod gently. “Better than my vibrator” I grin.
He snorts a gentle laugh before he kisses me. “I hope I’m better than a vibrator!” he smiles. He gently rocks his hips forward. I whimper. “Do you want to wait?”
Shaking my head slowly “No. Please …” I quietly beg. My hands gently squeeze his arms “I want to see all of you.”
He nods gently at me. I swear the man blushed. He slowly pushes off the end of the bed. I lean up on my elbows to watch him. Smiling at me, he slowly lowers the zipper on his jeans. His boxers are black. They are little darker in the front just below the waistband. Then he hooks his thumbs into the back of both garments and slowly lowers both pants and boxers as he bends over. I see his bare knees as he steps out of his clothes. Then he stands up. I sigh taking in his broad shoulders and chest. Shapely inked arms. Dad belly. Trim hips. Erection rising proudly from its nest of dark blonde hairs that are starting to go silver. He lifts an eyebrow at me. I chew on the corner of my lower lip. Smiling at me, he climbs back on the bed between my legs.
He kneels at the juncture of my legs. His eyes not leaving mine. His hands gently wrap under my hips, lifting them. “If they reach, you can put your toes down” he chuckles. I try, but can only reach his calves and giggle softly. Inching a little closer, his fingers wiggle on my hips. Shifting one of his hands from my hips to between our bodies, I feel him gently nudge into me. His thumb feathers ever so softly on my still slightly saensitive clit. I pant several breaths, eyes flaring wide. “This might sting” he grunts. I grab at his knees. “I’ll go as slowly as I can” he mumbles. And slowly pushes his girth into me. I whine sharply. “Sting a little?” I nod vigorously. His hips stop their forward motion. He's quivering as he grabs both my hips. What seems to be a pained look on his face.
“I’m hurting you …” I whine out.
He scoffs softly “not .. at all.” He grins “You are .. so tight!” he grunts.
“That’s ok?” I whimper.
His fingers hold my hips a little tighter “It’s amazing” he grins brilliantly at me making his eyes sparkle.
Locking his eyes to mine, his hips gently pull back. Never having had someone make love to me before, what I’m feeling is unexplainable. Again, my hands grab his arms. Then he’s pushing back into me. My hips wiggle some. I feel his pubic hairs rub against my sensitized clit. I whimper and pant. “Feeling ok?” he grunts. I can only nod. Smiling at me “I want .. to hear you” he groans.
Huffing out the words “dat … feels …soo good” I manage.
He moans with a brilliantly wicked grin and slowly he lowers himself over me, my legs now trapped between his thighs and belly keeping my hips lifted before hooking his arms under my armpits. Those large hands cupping the tops of my shoulders. His lips gently kissing me. Then drifting to my neck and left shoulder. Both of us panting. His hips slowly pumping his rigid cock in and out of me. The sting is fading. Being replaced by pleasure. The more he glides in and out of me, the more that pleasure sensation increases. He nudges his knees up a little on the next stroke into me … and I gasp at the sensation deep inside me. My right knee lifts of its own accord.
He stops nuzzling my neck, his lips right by my ear “Wrap your legs around me.” He reaches back and helps me lift my right leg around his body. I moan loudly. He pauses a moment as I lift my left leg. My heels digging into the tops of his butt cheeks. My hips rock up a little. His fingers grasp my head and his eyes find mine as he pushes into me a little harder. A little deeper. My mouth drops open and my eyes flare wide. “That’s good huh?” he wickedly chuckles.
“nnnghhuyeaahuh” I pant out softly.
He pushes in again a little harder. “Still good?” he growls at me. I nod. His hips still pumping “I want to hear you” he rumbles into my ear.
My arms wrap around his neck “Doohnn … staahaapp” I whimper.
“I’m not going to” as he nibbles my earlobe. “I want you to cum again” his voice a velvet demand. His strokes get a little faster. A little harder. I am reduced to whimpers and mewlings under him. His breath on my neck becomes pants as I feel the knot inside me tighten again. The next few strokes, he thumps hard into me wiggling his hips, which rubs my clit with his pubes. Each time my body tenses a little more. My fingers dig into his shoulders. His cock inside me feels like it’s getting thicker. “cum for me” he orders softly in my ear.
And I do.
My legs clench around his body, digging my heels deeply into the tops of his ass cheeks. I feel his body tensing. Then a warmth filling my insides. He roars into my neck. Which sends me over the top of another massive orgasm. His body weight keeps my body trapped to the bed as it convulses under him. Another scream is pulled from me. My body twitches as his moves over mine. My eyes close. My leaden arms flop to the bed. His head slowly sinks to my chest as his cock glides out of my depths.
Darkness takes me.
From another galaxy, I hear his voice rumble “Hey.” His fingers gently caressing my cheek. His thumb gently rubbing my lower lip. I kiss that thumb pad. “It lives!” he chuckles into my hair. I nod very slowly. His hand gently rubs my belly “I’m going to get a cloth. I’ll be right back.” His lips leave a warm kiss on my temple as I feel the bed shift.
I hear water running. Then stop. My eyes flutter open when the bed dips to my left to see him sitting beside me with a wet washcloth in his hand. He gently spreads my legs, placing one over his lap. I whimper. “Stiff?” he grins. I nod while huffing out a breath. “You might be.” He tenderly uses the cloth to clean me. He looks at me, then the cloth and back to me. “Looks like you started your period.”
“James.” I am instantly fully conscious. “I am full on into menopause.” His eyebrows furrow some. “I haven’t had a period in over a decade.”
He rests his other hand on my pubic bone looking between me and the cloth in his hand. His face filled with awe. Lobing the cloth into the bathroom, James shifts my leg from his lap and lays down beside me. He snugs my body into his. His hand - cool from the washcloth - cups my face. “Looks like I finally got your gift” he smiles softly at me.
My eyebrows merge with my hairline “What?”
“He never penetrated you” James smiles. Gobsmacked, I stare into those damned blue eyes. “I just got your gift.”
Realization hits me. James just took my virginity. “Sorry it took 45 years” I huff out a small laugh.
James kisses me deeply. Resting his forehead on mine “Glad that invite didn’t get lost in the mail” he purrs at me.
Our high school reunion was three months ago. We spent that whole weekend in his hotel room. Making up for lost time, as James put it. I think we tried every position pictured in the Kama Sutra – which James showed me on his computer. Sometimes successfully. Other times we ended up in a laughing, giggling, naked pile.
James has kept me at his side since that weekend. Introduced me to his bandmates – as his girlfriend. I got a look from Lars. I gave him a small smile. Since I have no interest in being in the spotlight, the others have been kind to me. Lars even warms to my presence. His wife, Jess, liked me from the first time we met. She’s been my guide to being a ‘demure' Metallica significant other.
Chloe also accepted me right away. With her own career, Chloe is rarely at shows. But when she is, Rob is super bouncy and happy. They are adorably in love.
Kirk’s girl I haven’t met. She’s at home in Hawaii with no interest in being at shows. But Kirk seems to be really happy.
Both Jess and Chole encourage me to find something to do with my time. I volunteer to help with the Make-A-Wish families, and the special guests at shows. I start walking the rail after the show collecting the banners from the fans. I get to know some of them. They want to know who I am. I tell them I work at HQ and leave it at that.
Then there are nights like tonight. I get to just hang out and enjoy the show. I’m standing with Jess on the Friends and Family platform watching our men rock an NFL stadium. The man that was my high school friend who has become my boyfriend is onstage with his friends. And he’s rocking out hard. Happily shaking the stadium with their music.
Playing the last bars of Bells, James spots me on the platform. He blows me a kiss. I blow one back. Then I emphatically point at him mouthing “I know that guy! I know that guy!” as I bounce a couple of times on my toes. James doubles over laughing. To the point that Kirk walks over to check on him. Lars grabs a mic “You ok there James?”
“Yeah!” James nods grabbing the closest mic, turning to look at me. “Just somebody here knows me!” Now I’m the one racked with laughter and Jess is asking if I’m ok.
After the show, James pulls me into their dressing room. “I can’t explain it to them without laughing!” he snorts, wrapping his arms around me.
Looking at the other three men and two wives, “I was at the Seattle shows in ‘89. I giggled almost the whole set thinking ‘I know that guy!’ ” I give a one sided shrug. James is again snorting hard in laughter. The other three bust out in laughter too.
Recovering, Lars pulls his ever-present toothpick from his teeth. “All right then. I understand now” he laughs watching James, who is still laughing. “Just don’t do that to him again” Lars snarks at me with a grin.
“That, Lars, I cannot promise!” I chuckle from the safety of James’ arms.
