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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.

I still can't believe I really got to see them...

sadly I wasn't able to get a good photo of lars cause he was too far, and when he got close to say hi I wanted to look at him with my own eyes instead of recording.

but I'm SO HAPPY I was able to record the sad but true ending

I'm literally so in love with james, as soon as I saw him I SCREAMED, he looks so good in real life

it still doesn't feel real, I love these guys so much

Warnings: NSFW! Oral (F Receiving), P-n-C, unprotected sex (Always use a condom!), If i missed something, please let me know!

I woke to a voice mail from Bob.  He wants me in HQ to work on the takes James did late last night in his vocal booth.  James and Bob had stayed well after everyone else had left.  With a deadline looming, everyone is putting in time to get the newest record completed.

The drive in from my rental house is a little quicker, being a Sunday there’s little traffic.  And the clouds in the skies are threatening rain.  I park my car in the lot close to the back door.  Before I even go into the control room, I make myself a pot of coffee.  I was hired away from Bad Animal Studios in Seattle to work on Metallica’s newest venture.  I happily jumped at the opportunity.  The only part of me that is still a Seattleite – my coffee addiction.  James teases me about it.  But the man drinks as much coffee as I do!

Taking my thermal mug into the control room, I sit down in my little corner.  There’s a clipboard on my chair of what they had recorded.  I start the tape from last night to review it and compare it to the notes.  Between most takes, James and Bob have been recorded chatting about the take and what James needs to do to change the next one.  As the takes go on, I can tell that James is getting tired as the super goofy bad dad jokes have them both laughing.  Two hours on, Bob finally calls it telling James that he needs to go get some sleep.  As James’ voice rumbles on the tape “yeah man, I am getting a little sleep drunk here.  I’m heading…”  The recording stops.

I rewind the tape and start putting the vocal jigsaw puzzle together.  This is why I was hired.  To complete the puzzle of his vocals.  The little snippets to fill in the main vocals.  Sometimes the snippets ‘fatten’ up the main vocals.  Other times, they are the little bits between main vocals.  I have developed the talent over the years to hear where those bits and pieces need to go to make the main vocals sound amazing. 

Since it’s a Sunday, I’m usually the only in the building, so I don’t bother with headsets.  I just crank the speakers in the control room.

I start with the starred takes.  Those are pretty obvious where they go.  Then it’s the little snippets that take a bit to work in.  I flip the main tape deck back and forth to find the spot where I think the next little snippet goes in.  Finding it, I cue both tapes and hit the button to record them onto the master tape.  Then it’s the next little snippet.  I snicker at one of James’ dad jokes on the tape from last night.

Gawds!  That man’s voice hits me hard sometimes.  His laugh just makes my heart flutter at times.  “C’mon Kira.  Concentrate” I reprimand myself.  That man has haunted my thoughts and dreams since I moved here.  From the first day I started working, I catch myself staring at him a little longer than I should.  I get myself another mug of coffee in the kitchen.  I’m surprised when I look out the windows in the kitchen that it’s dark.  Clouds have dropped low over the area.  Being from Seattle, that’s not a big deal to me.  I collect my mug and return to my little work area.

I get three more fills dropped in … when the building shakes with a loud clap of thunder.  I bark out in surprise.  Seattle rarely gets thunder storms.  With a shaking hand, I make notes on where I stopped and quickly remove the tapes from the tape decks then power down the control room knowing that a direct hit to the building during an electrical storm could zap everything in the room. 

I make it into the kitchen just as another clap of thunder shakes the building again.  This time, there’s a bright lightening strike outside the windows.  I bark in surprise again.  Then shriek a little louder and jump violently when a large pair of hands cup my shoulders.

“Kira!  Kira!  It’s just me!” the hands tighten slightly as James’ voice rumbles behind me.

I turn to look at the vocalist and smack his shoulder “You scared the shit out of me, James!”  Then jump again when there’s another thunderclap.

He gently drapes an arm over my shoulders “It’s just a little thunder” he chortles, his stunning blue eyes glinting.

“I’m not used to thunder” I mumble.  Then jump yet again at the next thunderclap.  A car alarm goes off.  There’s another lightening strike.  The lights in HQ go out.  A scared little noise escapes me as I wrap my arms around myself.  I know I’m quivering slightly.

James rubs my upper arm “Hey, it’s ok.  I got you” he rumbles gently at me.  He digs into his pants pocket pulling out the key fob for his bigass truck.  The car alarm double beeps, then stops.  “That last one was close” he rumbles.  He wraps both his hands around my upper arms again gently rubbing.  “Where do you live?”

“Richmond off Barret Ave” I get out before the first gust of wind and rain slam into the windows.  “When did you get here?” I look at James.

A shadow dances through his eyes “Yeah, I slept on the futon in my office.”  James looks out the window, “You and that little toy car will never make it home without being blown out to sea.  C’mon.  The lights here won’t be coming back on anytime soon.  I’ll get you home.”

“I need my bag” as I gently detangle myself from his very large, very warm, amazingly soft hands.  Finding my backpack on the sofa where I’d dumped it when I came in, I quickly make my way back to James.

“Ready” he smiles at me.  I nod.  Then jump again at the next thunderclap.  “Man!  You are just a jumpy little bunny!”

“Seattle doesn’t get storms like this!” I snark back.

Holding up his hands in resignation “I get it!”  He smiles at me “C’mon!”

The emergency lights have come on in the interior hallway.  James leads the way to the back door.  Another loud thunderclap sounds shaking the building making me squeak again.  James opens the back door to a heavy rain storm.  “We’ll have to run for it!” he looks at me.  I swing my backpack from my back to my belly, hunching over it I nod.  James unlocks his truck with the key fob and we bolt.  I leap into the passenger side.  He almost casually steps into the driver’s side.  Those damned long legs.

The huge engine vibrates the whole vehicle when it starts.  How did I not see this behemoth when I arrived?  James backs out of his parking spot and gets around the building.  “Fuck!” he snarls as he reaches for a remote on the sun visor.  “The gate isn’t going to work.  I’ll have to open it manually.”  He looks at me, “Think you can pull the truck forward after I get the gate open?”

I gulp “Sure.”  His truck is a massive F450 crew cab dually.  I drive a SmartCar.  My vehicle cold literally sit in the bed of his truck and still have room left over.

Seeing my concern “Just pull it forward.  I’ll smack the bed when it’s clear of the gate.”  I nod as I reach for the door handle.  “No, you just crawl over the console here.  No need for both of us to get drenched!” he smiles at me.  I nod again.

As he slips from the driver’s seat into the deluge, I slide over the console.  He’s utterly soaked in seconds as he pulls the chain off the drive cog and opens the gate.  I have to slouch in the seat to reach the peddles and get the truck moving forward.  I hear the smack on the bed.  I put the vehicle back into park and slide backwards over the console into the passenger seat.  The gate clangs shut and James is back in the driver’s seat.

He yanks off his soaked t-shirt dropping it on the floor mat between his boots.  “Would you please look in the back seat.  There should be a towel back there.”

I kneel in the passenger seat and look over.  Sure enough on the floor behind the driver’s seat is a large beach towel.  I have to lean way over to get a hand on it which puts my butt way up in the air.  When I slip back into the passenger seat, James’ cheeks are pink.  “Here” I hand off the towel blushing slightly myself.

“Kirk left this last week when I picked him up after his car died at the beach.  He’d been surfing” James grins at me.  He dries off his hair, face, neck, chest and arms.  “I should probably sit on this” he looks down at his soaking jeans “but I think damage is already done” he snorts softly.

“Probably” I giggle.  Then jump again at the next thunderclap.

James gently grabs my left knee “You’re safe in the truck” he smiles at me.  He drops the towel into his lap.  “Let’s get you home” he rumbles gently.

Traffic is little rough.  No one really obeying the laws.  The stop lights are all out and people are just running the dark intersections.  At a couple of intersections, there are some accidents.  One looks serious.  James calmly navigates all the hazards.  I feel totally safe sitting next to him as he confidently navigates the roads. 

One really harsh gust of wind makes me happy that I agreed to let him drive me.  He’s right.  That gust would have pushed my little car across the road.  His truck barely shakes.  It takes almost an hour to make what is usually a twenty minute drive.  I point out the little house that I’m renting.  James’ truck barely fits in the drive, but at least it’s off the street.  We exit the cab and dash to the front door.

Closing the front door behind us “You look like you’re freezing!” I grin at him, dropping my backpack on the stool by the door.  “Here” I grab his wrist without thinking.  I lead him back to my bathroom.  “There’s shampoo and conditioner just there.  The blue bottle is body wash.  Use this towel.  I’ll get you a robe.”  I reach into the linen closet and pull out the robe stashed there.  “It should fit you” as I hand it over.  His arms are covered in goosebumps.  “I’ll start the kettle.  The last thing you need is to get a cold!” as I quickly exit the bathroom closing that door behind me.  I know that I’m blushing deeply.

I hear the water turn on as I walk away from the bathroom door.  I almost trot into my kitchen.  I put the kettle on to boil, get a teapot warming and pull out two large mugs.  Then I start the gas fireplace.  At the click of the starter, my two cats come trotting out to the living room.  “My poor babies.  Did the thunder scare you?” as I stroke them.  They follow me into the kitchen.  I almost trip over them getting things pulled out as they are being a little clingy.

"Who are these two?" James chortles from behind me. 

Turning at the sound of his voice, “These are my cats” I smile at him.  “The grey one is Mithril.  The darker one is …” I blush deeply. 

“What?” James snarks at me.  The robe barely covers his body.

“Khtulu.”  The big cat looks up at us and slow blinks his massive green eyes.

“Shit yes!  That’s a Khtulu!” James grins.  The big cat mewoirps at us.  “That’s a very soft chirp for such a beast!” James giggles.

I hand James a bag of cat treats “Here.  You’ll be their best friend!”  Both cats start rubbing his bare ankles mewing pathetically as I turn to take care of the kettle that’s boiling.

“Here you go!” James shakes out some treats into his hand.  I watch as my cats tentatively take bits from his palm. 

“Would you like sugar in your tea?”

“Sure?” James stands up.

“I have honey, if you’d prefer that” as I pull down my last jar of fireweed honey from the cupboard.

James’ hand reaches over my shoulder as his body presses into my back “yum!  Fireweed!  Where’d you find this?”

“The Market in Seattle.  I bought it before I moved here.”  Another thunderclap sounds.  I jerk back into his frame and my cats disappear from the kitchen floofed out to twice their normally large size.  I know that they are headed back into my closet.

James sets the honey down on the counter and wraps both arms around me.  Pulling me back into his frame.  “It’ll pass” he whispers into my left ear. 

My hands ghost over his holding my ribs.  I can feel his erection growing against my lower back.  He is easily a foot taller than me. 

He jerkily goes to let go of me.  My fingers tighten around his wrists.  His breath hitches soft into my hair.  My body quivers gently.  His fingers gently clench against my ribs.  My head slowly rests against his chest.  His head moves gently and his breath is warm on my ear.  Both of us quiver gently.  His lips are against my left ear “Are you sure?”

I nod quickly “yeah” exits my lips.

Then his lips are warming the side of my neck just below my left ear, pulling a soft whimper from me.  My hands clutch at his wrists.  His lips slowly work their way down my neck.  Glaciers have moved faster than James’ lips on my neck.  Not that I want him to move quickly.  Soft little mewling noises are pulled from me.  James kisses across the back of my neck to the right side where his lips warm my skin on that side.  More mewling noises are pulled from me.  My legs writhe together.  His hands hold me firmly against his body.  My arms trapped at my sides, I can only clutch at his hands, forearms and wrists. 

“Shhh” he breaths warmly into my right ear.  “There’s no hurry” he purrs at me.  I shiver out a sigh.  His mouth continues to lip, lick, nibble and tenderly suck on my neck.  I whimper loudly and my body shivers hard in his hold.  Slowly, his right hand moves down my body to gently run between my legs over my yoga pants.  I gasp loudly, my body jerks, my right hand holds his to my soaking wet core.  “How long has it been for you?” his chest vibrates against my back as his voice fills my ear.

“Waaa …. Waayheeyy … too long” I stumble out as my legs part of their own accord.

His very large right fingers gently caress my mound through my yoga pants.  His left hand works up to my chest cupping my boob.  His fingers splay out easily covering the whole left side of my chest. “You’re heart beat is racing, little bunny” he purrs.  Whimpering I nod.

His right hand cups my whole sex, his left arm wraps around my chest and he lifts me.  He carries me into the living room.  He gently puts me on my feet facing the fireplace, the sofa behind us.  His fingers gently work to the hem of my shirt.  He tugs the garment up my body, over my head and easily lifts it up off my arms.  His hands tenderly wrap around my wrists.  I lean back into his chest my eyes closing.  “Look in the mirror, bunny” he purrs at me.  My eyes open to the sight in the large mirror hanging over my fireplace making me gasp softly.  James standing behind me.  His arms up, his tattooed fingers wrapped tenderly around my arms.  His stunning blue eyes locked to mine in the mirrors reflection.  Those warm fingers slowly gliding down my arms.  Then over my shoulders, down my sides to gently cup my breasts.  Since it’s a Sunday, I didn’t put on a bra.  My nipples are hard little pebbles that his large fingers gently tease.  His head lowers to my left shoulder where his mouth connects with my flesh.  I reach up and backwards with my left hand to caress his short hair.  His teeth gently nibble my shoulder.  My knees threaten to buckle as I whine loudly.

His arms snap around my midsection.  “You really have been ignored for a long time” he chortles into my neck.

“My ex never … took the time to look .. after me” I blurt out softly.

James’ head snaps up to look at me through the mirror.  “He didn’t make you cum?”

I shake my head slowly as a single tear leaks down my right cheek.

“Is that why you left Seattle?” James’ eyes take in the sight of me clutching his arms.

“Partly” I whisper.

I watch as a smile slowly grows on James’ face.  “Well.  Little Bunny.  I’ll take care of you.”  He slowly turns me to face him.  In shifting me around, the robe has opened exposing James’ chest.  I lean in … and kiss it gently.  His large hands cup the sides of my head, his thumbs under my chin lifting my face.  I suck in a sharp breath as his lips meet mine as another thunderclap fills the room.

We both snicker softly breaking the kiss.  James gently shifts the coffee table out of the way, then sinks to his knees in front of me.  His hands cup over the top of my hips, fingers running around to the back of my yoga pants … tugging them down.  As his hands guide the fabric down my legs, I sit on my sofa.  In moments, I am totally naked in front of this imposing man.  He wiggles his eyebrows at me as he takes a small pillow from the sofa and tucks it under his knees.  Then his hands are gently parting my legs as his head moves to my chest.

His lips gently blaze small little kisses all over my clavicle, breasts, ribs, upper belly.  His hands have worked their way under my back.  He sits up some and is wiggling around.  “I have a confession to make” his voice rumbles at me.  My eyes flare open wide at him partially in fear.  His blue eyes twinkle as he wiggles forward closer to me.  “I love to eat pussy” he growls softly at me.  He presses gentle kisses to the insides of my thighs as he gently shifts my legs over his shoulders.  At some point, he’s pulled the robe off his arms as his shoulders are bare.  “I’m going to make you cum” he grins wickedly at me “until you can’t see straight!”

I nod eagerly “mmmk” squeaks out of me.

He wiggles forward a little more.  That’s when I realize that he’s sitting crossed legged on the floor his head between my legs.  His hands slowly glide over my thighs, my hips, my ass hanging off the sofa.  He leans over my sopping wet cunt and inhales deeply.  “You smell divine” he whispers.  “Get comfy.  You’re going to be here awhile” he snarls softly at me.  His feral blue eyes lock to mine as he leans in … and licks my pussy lips.  I gasp loudly and my hips buck up.  His hands clamp over my hips “Nghhuh Bunny.  These hips aren’t going anywhere” he purrs into my cunt his blue eyes still staring into mine.  He wiggles both eyebrows at me … then sends his tongue between my lower lips.  I gasp hard as my hips again try to lift into his mouth.  His long fingers dig into my hips holding them in place as he leisurely laps at my pussy.  The back of the sofa holds my head up forcing me to watch this man eat my cunt.  This blue eyed, sandy blonde haired, downpicking barbarian rock god lapping tenderly at my sex. 

His tongue is pointy teasing my entrance.  Then broad flat strokes glide over my clit.  Slow little flicks just below or just above my sensitive little bud.  Teeth nibble at my lower lips.  All his actions slow.  Deliberate.  As though he’s mentally mapping out my cunt.  Where exactly to lick to make me whine.  Where to flick to make me gasp.  Where to perfectly nibble to make me whimper.  Which combinations make me squirm in his hold.

My hands grab at his wrists.  I snarl my fingers into his hair, but that blocks my view of him going down on me so I return to grabbing at his wrists.  I run my hands over my body which makes him hum into my pussy trapped in his mouth.  His velvet tongue working on my pleasure.  Slowly, my hands glide down my body as I pant gently.  I caress his cheeks with my forefingers before sliding them down to my own sex … holding my lower lips open wide for him.

His tongue licks up from my taint to my clit trapping it between his lips in a soft suck before letting it slip from his lips.  Then he blows gently on it.  I gasp hard, my eyes fly open.  He just chuckles at me before he repeats the pattern.  Broad tongue lick from taint to clit, trapping it between his lips in a soft suck before letting it slip with a gentle blow.  Another loud gasp is pulled from me.  He grins at me as he again repeats the lick suck blow pattern.  I can’t look away because of the way I’m positioned on the sofa.  Again, he repeats the pattern.  I whine loudly as my toes curl hard behind his head.  As he repeats the pattern again, his hands fly to the back of my knees holding them open obscenely wide.  I bark slightly holding my own sex open for him to again lick suck blow on me.  The knot inside me is growing impossibly tight. 

I’m panting hard as I watch him take pleasure in driving me to brink.  “Ahh gawds!  Doohhhnn … doohnnnn stahhap!”

He blows softly on my clit again “Cum for me Bunny” he gets out just before his tongue reaches for my cunt again.

And I explode with a scream.  I feel his mouth completely cover my whole cunt.  I feel him sucking in what I’m gushing out.  His tongue teases me cruelly into another orgasm while my pussy is locked in his mouth.  I feel him swallowing me.  Still keeping my whole sex covered, his tongue flits softly over my clit.  Teasingly.  Gently.  It doesn’t take him long to ramp me back into another orgasm.  A scream leaves my lungs.  My eyes flutter closed.

I feel him shifting me to the floor.  He’s trapped my arms behind my back.  His mouth is right back on my cunt.  I whimper as my eyes flicker open.  James is face down in my pussy slowly licking me from taint to clit.  Broad flat tongue strokes.  I squirm to get my arms out from under me.  His very large hands cup my elbows stopping me.  “uuhh huh Bunny” he purrs at me between licks.  “I told you” another lick “I’m going to” another lick “make you cum” another lick “until” another lick “you can’t see straight.”  He wiggles his eyebrows at me before he licks me again.  “You cum” broad slow lick “harder” broad slow lick “the slower” broad slow lick “I go.”  Several broad slow licks “And I” broad slow lick “love lapping” broad slow lick “your cunt.”  I’m squirming under his glacial onslaught whining. 

His tongue hits the spot.  My eyes fly open as I suck in a sharp breath.  James slowly gently works the spot with broad slow strokes of his tongue.  I whine loudly and my back arches sharply.  His hands cup my butt lifting my hips as his tongue keeps working the magic spot. 

“Pleeeeeeze!” I almost scream.

“Please” long slow lick “What?”

“Make me cum!” I bark out.

“Gladly” he snarks between slow licks.  Six torturously slow licks and I am again tossed over into an orgasm.  Hard.  My hips lift into his mouth as he keeps slowly licking me.  A long loud scream is ripped from my soul.  My body violently struggles in his hold.  My sight blurs.  Then goes black.

My eyes open slowly.  I’m on my bed.  No covers under me, just the bottom sheet under me.  On my stomach.  Naked.  My legs spread around a pair of very large legs.  Very large hands are working my back.  Shoulders.  Butt.  I whimper and scrub my face into my sheet.  Warm lips are pressed into the back of my neck.  “There’s my Bunny” his voice rumbles seductively.  My hips lift up into his belly.  “Really, Bunny?” he snorts softly.  I nod.  “if you’re sure” he rumbles.  Again, I just nod.  His large hand pops my butt “I want a verbal response” he rumbles dangerously.

“Fuck me” I beg piteously.

“Thought you’d never ask” he growls.  His hands grab my hips hoisting them up his thighs.  His raging hardon is pressed just inside my needy little hole.  “Again, just making sure, Bunny, you wahhhhn….”

My pushing on the head board impales me on his cock pulling a loud lewd noise from me.  He falls over me breathing hard "Damn Bunny!" he snarls.  “Eager to be fucked, huh?”

“yehhhhesss!” I whine out.

“Ready to cum on my cock?” James rumbles dangerously into the back of my neck.

“Fuck me!” I bark.

His hands clamp onto my hips … and he just rails into me.  I keep my hands on the headboard to keep from being pushed away from his cock.  He’s snarling and growling behind me.  I have never felt what’s building up in me.  The tension inside me is tighter than what I just felt as James ate me.  Deeper.  Harsher.  Primal.  I’m growling just as loudly as James.

In a swift motion, he plants his right foot in front of my right knee, hoists my hips up and slams into me.  I bark sharply at the new sensation of him hitting that one spot.  That special spongy spot.  Deep inside me.  “Again!” I scream.

With the speed of his downpicking, his hips start slamming into me driving his cock deep into me.  His balls slapping at my still sensitive clit.  His harsh grunts become very loud growls.  I feel his cock thicken inside of me.  I clench my gummy walls around his cock.  He barks out loudly and begins to lose rhythm.  His hips stutter thrusting his cock deep inside me hitting that spot.  He roars as his release warms my insides which sends me over the top again just as another loud thunderclap shakes my house pulling more lewd loud noises from us both. 

He slowly lowers me to the bed, easing his cock from inside me.  I whimper slightly at feeling so empty.  His body lowers covering my left side.  His leg rests over my ass.  A large hand rests between my shoulder blades.  We are both panting hard.  Slightly sweaty.  Both of us just being there.  Feeling skin on skin.  Luxuriating in the warmth of the other body so close.

I feel his finger gently shift the hair covering the side of my face.  My eyes blink open to see his stunning blue ones.  “Hey Bunny” he purrs.

“Hey there” I whisper.  “Thank you.”

His eyebrows dip together quickly “For what?”

“Letting me know that orgasms feel like that.”

James kisses my forehead.  “My pleasure” he purrs.  “Now” he wraps an arm around me, pulling me to my side, spooning me into his body “Sleep Bunny” he rumbles gently.

I curl up around his other arm “mmmk.”

Warnings:  Full on SMUT, p-in-v, unprotected sex (Always use protection!), anal sex, more sex.

My mind swims up from the realms of sleep.  It’s still dark in my room.  I’m on my stomach in my bed.  Perfect temperature.  Perfect softness.  The very large hand on my ass cupping it perfectly.  As my body softly stretches, little mewling noises escape me.  The hand on my ass gently clutches my glutes.  The mattress to my left shifts slightly as he leans into my neck, kissing.  Softly nibbling.  Pulling more little mewling noises from me.

“Morning Bunny” his velvet rumble fills my ear.

My head twists to look over my left shoulder “Morning James” I whisper.

He kisses the corner of my mouth, his mustache brushing my lips.  His left arm snakes under my shoulders lifting my chest a bit as his right hand brushes my long hair out of the way for his lips shifting to the back of my neck.  Which pulls a fully fledged whine from me.  My hands cup the muscled tattooed arm holding me as his right hand glides to my hip.  He flips the covers off the bed to the floor which makes me suck in a stuttered breath at the shock of cool air.  “You are such a temptation” he rumbles into the back of my neck as his right hand runs firmly up my back.

Groaning loudly, I squirm my butt against his bare thigh “So are you” I purr at him.  His erection digging into my side twitches gently.  I sniff out a small smile.  I whimper gently when in a flash he grabs both my wrists and pins them to the bed.  His teeth nip at the side and back of my neck as his knees separate my legs.  I feel his cock dripping all over my ass.  Releasing my hands, James pulls my hips up his thighs driving his raging hard cock deep into my sopping wet core with a hiss as I moan piteously, pushing against the headboard.  He smacks both of my ass cheeks before grabbing my hips … and railing into me.  Hard.  Fast.  Deep.  Loud hard pants are pulled from my lungs.  I push back on the headboard, arching my back deeply.  “Giving me a better target, huh, Bunny” he growls.  I nod vigorously.  He snarls fiercely at me.  His hands part my ass cheeks.  His thumbs start playing with my back hole while not missing a stroke into my pussy.  I whine out loudly.  He slips one thumb into my backside making me bark out a gasp at the sensation.  His other hand smacks my ass “Ahhhh!  Bunny loves it!  I know Bunny does!  I spent yesterday fucking this ass!”  I can only nod.

Again, his speed catches me off-guard.  His cock is yanked out of my dripping cunt and pressed into my back hole.  My back arches more.  His fingers tighten their grip on my hips.  He’s leaving bruises.  But I don’t care right now.  “That fat cock … feels soo goood” I whine.

“Bunny looks soo good impaled on my dick!” he snarls as he slowly pushes into me until his pelvis meets my butt.  I clench around his cock making him growl at me.  His hand grabs my hair, pulling my cheek from the bed “Is Bunny trying to make me cum faster?  Does Bunny want me to leave so soon?”

“no!  No!  Stay!!  Fuck me!” I beg loudly, wiggling my hips.

He throws my cheek back to the bed “That’s what I thought Bunny would say!”  Slowly, he plows my ass.  Snarling and growling at me the whole time.  I whimper and whine piteously.  Occasionally struggling some making him tighten his hold on my hips.  I giggle softly as I hear him humming while he fucks my ass.  That’s always a sign that James is happy.  I feel his cock thicken inside me.  His hands hitch my hips up on the next stroke.  He gets just a little deeper into my ass.  I let out a loud lewd groan.  His breathing becomes pantings.  His hips stutter against me.  I push back on the headboard.  James reaches under me and puts his hand on my belly just above my pubic bone.  “I can feel my cock inside you” he snarls.  He thrusts twice.  Then his whole body tenses as he releases deep inside me.  I groan out loudly at the sensation of the warmth filling my rectum..

He’s panting hard as he lowers me to the bed.  He hooks my right leg under the knee … and flips me over.  My right leg is tossed to his left side.  He slowly lowers his body over mine.  His face ending up between my boobs.  Tenderly, I press a kiss to the top of his silvered head as my breathing slows.  My fingers leave little patterns all over his shoulders and upper arms as his breathing slows.  My eyes close as I hold this man.  My right hand lifts and caresses his short locks.  A flash of James with his long blonde tresses making a curtain around his face dances across my brain.  Back when we first met.

His gently lipping my left breast pulls me back to the present.  Slowly, his lips move to my right breast.  I toss the pillow under my head to the floor.  His lips find mine.  “Bunny knows where I’m going” he snickers wickedly.

I caress his face with my palms “Bunny loves where you’re going” I purr at him.

He wiggles his eyebrows at me.  Kisses me.  Then slowly kisses his way down my body.  His hands find my legs, spreading them, running his arms under them.  His chest sinks to the mattress between my thighs.  He inhales deeply “God!  I love the way you smell!”  I gasp loudly when he sends his tongue up the crevice between my thigh and vulva lapping up the wet that has gathered there.  I watch as his tongue disappears behind those lips, his eyes closing.  He groans deeply.  Opening those stunning blue eyes he looks up my body “You taste amazing this morning!”

Crunching up, I scritch his hair “You said that yesterday morning too” I tease him.

He looks into my eyes “Well” his eyes drop to my hairless sopping wet cunt “you do!”

Then he face plants into my pussy.  Licking, swirling, sucking, nibbling, lapping.  My shoulders flop back to the mattress.  That I had made just because of James.  It’s much longer that a normal mattress.  So that his legs aren’t dangling off the end.  So he can comfortably eat my cunt.  For as long as he wants.  He does love to have his face buried between my legs.

I wallow in the glory that is James Hetfield’s mouth.  Tongue.  Lips.  Teeth.  My fingers ghost over his holding my hips.  His hair.  The backs of my fingers caress his forehead.  His eyebrows.  Soft whimpers and mewlings leave my lips.  My hands float up my body to my breasts, up to my hair. 

I find myself flipped and lying on his body.  His arms wrap around my hips holding my hips in place over his face.  I dig my knees into the bed over his shoulders.  My hands press on his thighs just above his knees.  His cock is dancing in front of my lips.  I bury my nose into his scrotum as my lips wrap around the base of his turgid cock … and suck up the veiny length to the leaking tip.  That I suck into my mouth.  It’s covered in both me and him.

His tongue on my cunt dictates the speed that my mouth slides up and down his massive shaft.  The slower he strokes my cunt, the deeper I take his cock down my throat.  The faster laps I suck just the head of his dick.  He’s tormenting me.  Edging me.  Bringing me so close to release, only to shift his tongue the smallest amount bringing me crashing back from that crest.  Time .. after time … after time.  I scream in frustration around his cock. 

Tenderly, his tongue finds the spot.  Flat tongue.  Softly rubbing.  My pussy is so overstimulated.  He sucks off my clit “Bunny”  he licks my clit “cum for me.”  I whine loudly around his cock stuffed down my throat.  And he licks once more and I am slammed into orgasm.  Hard.  I hallow my cheeks and suck hard.  He unloads down the back of my throat.  I suck up his cock cleaning, letting it gently slide from my lips.

Gently, he rolls me from on top of his body to the bed.  Slowly, he rotates my body into his side.  Tucking my head into that perfect spot that is not arm but not shoulder.  My nose buries into his neck.  His arms wrap me up snuggly.

We both slip back into sleep.

Fingers are playing with my right boob.  My eyes open.  The mid-winter sun spreads it’s weak beams in through the sheer curtains.  James has rolled over.  His face is buried in my neck.  His leg between mine.  I sigh as I stretch some.  His lips kiss my jaw.  “We made a mess” he wiggles his knee between my still damp legs.

“That’s what a washing machine is for” I snicker gently.

“True” he snorts softly into my neck.  “I have a flight to catch” he whimpers into my shoulder.

“C’mon” I purr at him.  “You did get bonus time because of the snow.”

He gently nibbles my clavicle “I did.”  His head rises from my neck.  He kisses me.  Deeply.  My right hand cups the back of his silver haired head.  Resting his forehead on mine “Shower?”

I kiss him.  I can smell myself in his mustache.  “Shower” I purr at him.

Slipping from the bed, we shower together.  He loves to wash my hair.  I do enjoy the feeling of his hands on my body.  And I love tracing the tattoos on him.  After, I towel dry my hair.  James uses the blow dryer on his.  I pull on a super plush robe over my naked frame.  He finds his clothes that have been left scattered all over the house.  I toss his shirt left on the kitchen table at him with a giggle.

He’s been here three days.  Since it snowed heavily yesterday when he had planned on leaving, I’m not going to change our … understanding … this time.  He is a good fuck.  And I do want him back in my bed again.  He is the only one that has actually made me orgasm.

At the front door, he tugs on his snowsuit, snow boots, one glove and grabs the helmet.  His ungloved hand snakes around me, pulling me into his body.  And kisses me.  I encourage him by wrapping my right leg around him and pull gently.  He breaks the kiss “If I didn’t have a flight to catch!” he snarls.

Unwrapping my leg, I gently push on his chest “Then you need to get going.  Don’t want that Dane getting pissed at you!” I flare my eyes at his blue ones.

He kisses me again, eases his hold on me and walks out the front door.  I slip on my boots I leave at the front door and follow him.  Even in the bulky snowsuit, that ass is a sight.

Standing on my front walk, I watch the megasuperstarrockgod start up and ride off down the drive on his massive snowmobile.  At the main road, James stops, looks back and waves.  I wave back.  Then pop open my robe, flashing him my naked body and snap the robe closed.  Even with the fully enclosed helmet, I hear him roar in frustration.  The snowmobile tears off down the road.  Smiling to myself, I walk back into my house closing the front door.  Going into the kitchen, I make myself a coffee and feed the cats.

James will be back.  Might be another six months or more before he’s in my bed again.  He’s been returning to my bed for almost two decades.  Until then.  There are … other … appointments to occupy me. 

And I am not inexpensive.  Even for a megasuperstarrockgod like James Hetfield, I am expensive.  This visit has cost James six figures.  If I had charged for yesterday, it would be eight.  And I am worth every penny .. or they wouldn’t be returning to my bed.  

My huge cat leaps up on the counter.  “Yes I am!” as I pet him.  He mewirps at me.  “That’s right.  Mommy’s expensive” as I give him a salmon treat.

My phone pings.  Checking it, there’s another deposit to my account.  “For this morning” is the note from James.  It’s a six digit amount that starts with an eight.  James does prefer even numbers.