When we were done, I put my cock away and just held her in the moonlight. Everything just felt right. I knew I wasn’t spilling much about my family, but I wasn’t the talkiest guy. I was more of a silent, brooding, artistic type. We could play family therapist later, but for this Christmas we laid in the back of her Wrangler, legs dangling over the edge, and just enjoyed being together.
After a while, I was getting sleepy, and I could tell she was too, so we packed up our little car picnic and I took her back to the loft. As much as I wanted to fuck her properly, we were both just too exhausted, so we stripped and fell into bed. I loved sleeping next to her warm body.
When she woke up, I was so excited to give her the surprise Christmas gift I’d been sitting on. When she wrote me the song, I wanted to do something for her that was as remarkable as the beautiful song she wrote. I couldn’t think of anything that would match the creativity and generosity of her song until I realized, she hadn’t really been anywhere. I’d seen the world, but she hadn’t had the chance. I wanted to take her someplace exotic and I planned to if our relationship continued to develop as it had been, but I couldn’t think of any better place to be at Christmastime than New York City. So when I saw her starting to stir, I cuddled into her and whispered in her ear.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” I breathed into her neck as I kissed it.
“Good morning,” she groaned sleepily.
Feeling my hard cock on her ass, she wiggled a little, as she woke up.
“Ah, that feels nice,” I said as I scooped her into my arms and let her wiggle more. “You’re being naughty, and Santa needs you to be nice, for a minute … then, by all means, be naughty again.”
She turned to me with a confused expression.
“It’s time to give you your Christmas gift.” I kissed her on the nose.
“It’s six in the morning … maybe Santa can wait.” She closed her eyes again.
“Or maybe Santa has a plane to catch.” I stared at her and watched her eyes shoot open.
“What?” She was now fully awake.
“Merry Christmas,” I said, handing her a ticket to New York.
Our plane was going to leave in three hours. I knew she didn’t have anything other than what was in her overnight bag. That was part of my gift. Whisk her away, wine her and dine her as she’d never been wined and dined and buy her a whole new wardrobe. Just seeing the look of shock on her face was worth the thousands of dollars I was about to spend.
“What?” She looked at the ticket in shock. “But it leaves in just a few hours … I don’t have anything ready to go.” She bolted up in bed, her purple hair tussled all over her head.
“That’s the point, silly. Everything is on me. We’re gonna just take a shower and go. Hurry up, come on … we don’t have much time.” I couldn’t help smiling as I shuffled her out of bed.
“You don’t have to do this,” she said as she stepped into the cascade of warm water.
“I don’t,” I replied as I joined her. “But I want to; it’ll be fun. I haven’t been to New York in years, and it’s amazing during the holidays.”
I could see tears welling in her eyes. I didn’t want her crying, but I was touched by how grateful she was for the gift. I grabbed the soap and started to lather her up, moving my hands up and down her body while she let me worship her with suds. I was so needy; my greedy cock was hard from morning wood and wanting her luscious curves. She could feel me behind her and reached her hand around to stroke me, making me feel the tiniest bit better.
“Do we have time for a quickie?” she asked with a devilish smirk.
“I don’t see why not,” I said as I turned her to the wall, lifted her leg, and entered paradise.
I knew she was already pretty well soaped up, so I slipped in quite easily. The water tumbled over us as I pumped in and out, satisfying my need for her as she moaned, mewled, and panted in rhythm with my thrusts. Before long I was a geyser emptying my balls into her beautiful body.
“Fuck, Melody, you make me so crazy.” I pulled out of her and let the remnants of my arousal dribble onto the shower floor.
I was spent but also energized for the days ahead. I was so excited about spending the weekend with her in New York, all I wanted to do was get on the plane and go. We finished washing and dressed quickly. Apparently, she only had one more outfit in her bag, and it was sort of formal because she wasn’t sure how Christmas was going to play out. She showed me the cute little red velvet number, and it really wasn’t very appropriate for the plane, and we didn’t have enough time to wash anything she had already worn.
I actually had a few leftover woman’s garments lying around somewhere from trysts over the years, but it felt wrong to offer those up, especially now when I wanted to make everything special for Melody. The only other option we had was for her to wear something of mine.
“So?” She shrugged her shoulders and was about to put on the dress when I intervened.
“Why don’t we find you something else to wear and you can save that for a night out on the town when we get to New York. I have some jeans and comfy sweatshirts you might like. We’re not going to a fashion show or anything fancy right away. We’re just flying, then I’ll get a cab to our hotel, and I know there’s a great boutique just down the road. We can shop as soon as we get there,” I said as I rummaged around my stuff looking for something that would be appropriate for her to wear.
“That might work.” She smiled watching the effort I was making to find her something to wear.
I found a pair of ripped jeans and a cool old sweatshirt that was actually too small for me. I held them up for her approval.
“Looks comfy.” She took the clothes and put them on over her sexy lingerie.
“At least I’ll have fun taking it off later,” I said as she finished packing up her bag.
My suitcase was already packed and ready to go. We had just enough time to catch an Uber to the airport and board the plane.
Having cappuccino and croissants in first class, she looked over at me and smiled. “This is the best Christmas ever.” Her wide grin seemed like it took up half of her face; she was that happy.
“This isn’t really it yet.” I laughed brushing the croissant flakes off her face.
“This is it enough for me.” She took another bite, getting flakes on her again.
“Boy, you’re easy to shop for,” I commented leaning back on the seat, feeling a little tired from the stressful day yesterday.
“You’re not going to watch a movie? There’s like a thousand of them … they even have Kung Fu movies in Mandarin.” She beamed even brighter.
“Knock yourself out. I’m going to take a nap.” I fell asleep pretty quickly while she became engrossed in some movie with subtitles.
For me the trip to New York took no time at all; for her, she watched a couple of movies and had some free champagne, so she was a little tipsy when we landed. It was cute.
We stayed at the Park Hyatt New York. It felt like a scene out of an old romantic comedy when she walked into the place and her mouth just hung wide open the whole time. She smoothed back her hair and straightened her clothes thinking it would make her hair less purple or her sweatshirt … less of a sweatshirt.
I didn’t care what she was wearing; she always looked beautiful. We checked into our room, which had an incredible view of downtown. It was midafternoon, and Melody was excited to get our day started. She’d never been to New York and wanted to hit the streets. I loved watching the amazement on her face as we walked along the avenues. New York, even the Upper Westside was loud and bustling. The air was frigid, and people were bundled up against the cold. I realized Melody needed a warm jacket; she was happy but shivering.
First on the agenda was to buy her some suitable clothes. We went to a local boutique within walking distance of the hotel, and I bought her some designer jeans, beautiful blouses, and a heavy coat.
“Sage, this is too much, we’re only here for the weekend,
” she protested as she tried on yet another outfit that looked stunning on her.
“Hey, this is my Christmas gift. I can give you whatever I want.” I pretended to pout.
She looked at the price tag and her eyes bulged. “No, you can’t.” She lowered her voice. “These prices are outrageous.” She giggled.
Deep down inside she was quite the fashion anarchist, only buying things at thrift stores and discount shops. She always made it work, but I wanted to treat her, so she felt special and indulged.
“Don’t worry about it, please.” My face turned serious, and that was the end of the discussion.
We bought plenty of stuff to choose from and she was ready to venture on to our next activity when I suggested we try the store next door that had nothing but expensive evening wear.
“Oh, window shopping is fun, but I’m starving; let’s go get some famous New York food.” She beamed with delight.
“Just one more stop and I’ll take you to my favorite New York foodie place, I promise.” Her face fell a little as soon as I said it.
When we walked into the store, she looked even more confused.
“This place has, like, insane dresses,” she whispered in my ear.
“I know,” I whispered back.
Chapter 12
Melody
Sage’s gift was amazing, completely unexpected, and oh so thrilling. I had always wanted to go to New York City and here I was having this whirlwind weekend with a guy I’d been crushing on for years. This couldn’t have gotten any better. When he bought me the beautiful clothes and our bill came up to nearly three thousand dollars, I almost passed out at the cash register. I’d never spent so much money on clothes in my entire life. At that point, I was no longer wearing Sage’s old jeans and a comfortable sweatshirt. Instead, I had on a local designer’s jeans and a Stella McCartney V-neck that tied at the waist. I felt glamorous, beautiful, and oh-so New York.
When he suggested we go next door to the store that sold high-end evening wear, I almost planted my feet on the ground and simply refused to go in.
“Sage, really. I have plenty of clothes. We’re only here for two days.” I knew I was pleading with him, but I was actually starting to shake. The idea of walking into that store was, for some reason, terrifying me.
“Just one more store. I promise,” he said nudging me forward. We might be going to a very fancy occasion tomorrow night, and I want you to look and feel amazing.” The smile on his face was so devilish; what did that scoundrel have up his sleeve now?
He nearly pushed me inside the store and I held onto his arm tightly so as not to trip and fall all over myself. It was almost like shopping for a wedding dress, which I made a vow to myself at that very moment I never ever wanted to do.
“Good afternoon,” the beautiful woman wearing a pale pink suit with her hair neatly pinned into a bun said as she approached us. “Can I help you?”
I almost died, but luckily Sage did all of the talking.
“We are looking for an evening gown for the Met Gala tomorrow night. She’s a size four, and I think purple might be a good shade.” He winked at me, and I gave him a half-hearted grin in return.
“Yes, we have a few beautiful things over here.” She directed us to the back of the store, and I just focused on breathing.
“Perfect.” Sage suddenly had become very bourgeois.
I usually just thought of him as a musician with a trust fund, but here I could see where his upbringing was coming into play; not just the plastic, “Aren’t we having so much fun?” expressions but understanding the language and etiquette in the world of the rich. The woman brought us a few amazing dresses and Sage, much to my horror, had me try them all on. Even without makeup or having my hair styled, I felt incredibly beautiful … like a princess. Even the saleswoman who I’m sure was trained to “love” every gown, seemed genuinely impressed with what I was wearing.
“Mel, you look so amazing in everything,” Sage commented, misty-eyed.
“Yes, but you promised, you’d only buy one.” I put my hands on my hips and glared at him.
“But, it’s so hard to choose.” He mocked me by taking the same stance, which made the stuffy saleswoman laugh.
By the end of our excruciating but delightful elegant gown shopping experience, we bought a gorgeous backless purple silk dress edged in rhinestones and a glittering pair of heels. I didn’t even want to know the final cost, but I did hear “teen … thousand” and almost got sick. With our purchases in hand, I was ready to go and get some street food and sit down before I fell over.
“Thank you so much for the beautiful clothes. You didn’t have to do all of that for me … everything … it’s just. Wow.” Words were useless at that moment; all I could do was blather.
“It was absolutely my pleasure. I’ve loved every minute of it,” he said as he leaned in and kissed me.
“Can we get a hot dog or something? I’m starving.” I crossed my eyes and pretended to keel over.
“You are always starving. I’ve figured it out, though; you never eat until you’re starving. I’ve been watching. Let’s dump this stuff off at the hotel. I have a fun spot to take you for dinner.” He grabbed the bags out of my hand and made his way down the block towards our hotel.
“Can it not be too foofoo? I don’t think I can handle any more Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous right now.” I was being honest. I needed to be around people-people to get my balance back.
“We’re going to my favorite spot, called Good Enough to Eat. It’s just comfort food; you’ll love it,” he said as we walked into the hotel.
He was right, the food was amazing, the atmosphere perfect. I felt like I was getting my groove back again, finally. I had thick macaroni and cheese and some delicious craft-brewed beer ... ah, I was back among my people.
“I thought we’d see a friend of mine tonight,” he mentioned during dinner. “He’s a musician, and I promised him we’d come over for a few drinks and a jam. I can cancel if you want, but I’m not in New York that often, so I thought we could meet up.” He was almost asking me for permission to see his friend.
“Of course, I’d love to hang out with a friend of yours, that sounds like so much fun.” What better way to get to know both Sage and New York than to hang out with a friend who was also a local?
When we were done with our meal, we took the subway to his friend’s house. Even though it was already ten o’clock at night, it seemed like the day was just getting started for most people. We made it to his friend’s house by ten-thirty and there was already a collection of people gathered in his Soho loft. His friend, Marty, I came to find out was this African American Jewish musician who was a local musical celebrity. The party was fun, and the people were my kind of folk. I immediately felt at ease among the crowd.
“I saw your YouTube thing; that was amazing shit the two of you pulled off,” Marty said as he brought us a round of drinks.
On offer was a home-mixed brew of Grenadine, lime, gin, and splash of blackberry. It was so freaking good. I could have had four but was very glad I didn’t. Sage looked over to me as he slung his friend’s guitar over his shoulder.
“Wanna play? I mean everyone is here is into music … it’ll be fun.” He winked at me. “Marty has a bunch of guitars.”
Sure, it would be fun, I only hoped it came out as good as the video since everyone seemed to be so in love with the version we did at Sinclair and Reyna’s Christmas party. The thing was, Sage and I were raw with a sexual energy that night. We hadn’t had sex or even really kissed one another, and we were both so hot for each other the song just sizzled. Now though … well, we’d had sex quite a few times … and we were more of a slow burn than a sizzle, but I grabbed a guitar off of one of the many guitar-stands around the room and was ready for anything.
“Sure, let’s do it!” I said as I sat beside him on the patio and we started doing our thing.
We looked at each other, and I thought of our nights together and t
he hot passion we’d shared. Then images of this trip filled my mind. He was proving every day to be a great friend and a good man. Where I’d thought he was just a playboy before, I had started to see him as something more. With this budding love, I sang my ass off … and so did he. Suddenly phones were up, and we were doing it again. We were making incredible music.
“Holy shit!” Marty exclaimed when we finished. “You guys are everything.” He gave Sage and me each a big hug.
Sage and I looked at each other again, the swirl of emotions reigning us in as love hung in the air. I thought I’d never been happier in my life.
After the party, it was really late, and I was exhausted. I was so happy to plop onto a million-gazillion thread count sheets. It felt so good to lie in luxury after such a jam-packed day.
“I’m pooped,” I said, barely able to keep my eyes open. “Are New Yorkers always this busy?” I asked, feeling sleep come for me.
“Pretty much … yeah. No one sleeps in NYC,” he cautioned.
“I do.” I yawned and rolled into him.
Just as I was snuggled in, I felt his hands rove over my body. I wanted him, of course. I always wanted to have sex with him, but I also really wanted to sleep.
“Can we do this in the morning?” I touched his hand. “I’m so tired.” I hated to fall asleep on him, but I really couldn’t help it.
“Sure babe, I just want to give you one goodnight kiss.” He drew the sheets back, and I puckered my lips, thinking that’s what he meant, but no …
Instead of kissing my lips as I expected he would, he crawled to the end of the bed, spread my legs, and kissed my inner thighs, first starting with one then the other. I felt a bolt of sensation course up my body, and it was almost enough to jolt me out of bed.
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