by S. Cruz
“This song is for a very special girl in the audience tonight,” he said, looking right at me with a smile. He strummed his guitar and then started singing, “Waiting for a Girl like You,” by Foreigner. My hand shot to my mouth as I tried to control my feelings while he sang that song. He sang with such heartfelt emotion, closing his eyes as his raspy, soulful voice clearly told how he’d waited for a girl like me. Every word felt like it was coming from his heart as the tears started streaming down my face. I reached into my purse for a tissue; I was prepared tonight. It was a beautiful moment; it felt like he meant every word. When he opened his eyes, he looked only at me while he played his guitar as the song ended. So beautiful, so moving, and so loving!
When they took a break, and walked toward our table, they were mobbed by screaming women. I lost Jesse in the sea of heads that surrounded him. I knew in my heart right then that this band was going to be a big hit. I let all the earlier shit go; he was mine, and I guessed if I had to fight for him, then I would. I waited patiently for him to make his way through the women to find me. Finally he appeared, grinning at me as I launched myself into his arms.
“That was beautiful,” I said. “You were amazing!”
“That song was for you, honey,” he said, holding me tight. He was wet with sweat, but I didn’t care. I just needed the closeness, our connection. The waitress brought them beer, which he chugged down while holding me tight to him, like I was going to run away. We were being watched as we stood there, with women talking and pointing in our direction. Shelly was clicking away, capturing the moment on her digital camera. The lights flickered, signaling it was time for the band to return to the stage. Jesse kissed me and walked away.
I had to pee, so I ran to the bathroom quickly, trying to rush so I wouldn’t miss anything. When I came out of the stall, a couple women approached me.
“You’re the girl he was talking about, the one he sang to, aren’t you?” one woman asked, looking me up and down.
“Yes,” I said, not knowing how to handle the situation.
“You’re so lucky. Your boyfriend’s so damn hot, and that sexy voice of his,” she said, her hand over her heart as she gushed about Jesse.
“Thank you,” I said, backing out the door. I returned to the table just as Jesse announced they were going to sing some of their original songs. He watched me cross the floor and sit in my chair; then he winked at me as he started singing “Crazy Love.” Shelly, Liza, and I were up on our feet dancing as Jesse sang and danced to the beat.
I was having fun as we danced around each other. Jesse smiled at us as he pulled out the stool and started to sing that sad song, “Broken,” again; everyone in the room quieted down to listen to him. I noticed he had that leather band around his wrist as he gripped the microphone in both hands, pouring his heart out on that stage. His sounded so heartbroken, like he was reliving a very painful moment in his mind. I tried not to cry as I hung on every word. When his eyes focused again, he smiled, and the lights went out. He said good night from the darkened stage as the curtain went down.
When they emerged from the hallway, they were mobbed, swallowed up in a sea of women. I waited and watched as Jessie signed the programs, smiling and talking with everyone. Even that flirty waitress waited her turn to get her program signed. Jesse looked at me when he signed per program; I smiled to let him know I was all right. I guessed she got the message when she glanced back to see who he was looking at. She grabbed her program and stomped off. Serves you right bitch, I thought to myself. It was a while before they made it to our table. Shelly, Liza, and I drank, watching them soaking up the attention. I had to admit, I was feeling jealous.
“Partaaaaay,” Scott said, full of enthusiasm as he made his way back to us. The waitress brought them more beer, her eyes on Jesse the whole time. I asked her for some water, because I’d had enough wine. She gave me a fake smile, nodded, and walked away. Eat your heart out; he’s mine!
“Hey, baby,” Jesse said, scooping me into his arms. “I want to ravish you right now.” He licked his lips.
I laughed and handed him his beer. “Cool your jets, Greene; we’re not going anywhere,” I said, finishing my wine.
“Ohoooo…little bit feisty, are we?” he said with an evil grin. “Keep it up, and I’ll drag you to my cave, wench,” he winked. I loved it when he was playful, and after he performed, he was on top of the world.
“Don’t make me hurt you, Greene,” I threatened, feeling brave with two glasses of wine under my belt.
I gave him the I-dare-you look.
“Ouch, trouble in paradise,” Keith said, pointing his beer at us.
I grinned at Jesse and planted a big, fat kiss on his lips.
“No trouble here, man; she wants me,” Jesse chuckled as he gave a big, dimpled grin.
“Go get him, Bailey,” Scott said, egging me on.
“Oh, I will; don’t you worry about that,” I said with one eyebrow up.
“Somebody’s getting lucky tonight,” Scott said with a smug grin.
“Is that true, baby; am I getting lucky tonight?” Jesse asked, puckering up his lips. I put my hand on his lips and pushed him backward.
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see,” I said with a wink, strutting back to my seat. I sat to drink my water.
“Oh, baby, I can’t wait; let’s go now,” he said, trying to pull me up.
“Patience is a virtue, grasshopper,” I said with raised eyebrows. Everyone at the table was laughing at our playful teasing.
“I think Jesse has met his match,” John laughed.
“I have no patience when it comes to you,” Jesse said, kissing my cheek.
“Maybe you’d better for what I have planned for you,” I said with a suggestive look in my face.
“Oh, baby, you’re killing me,” Jesse said, sitting down with a big smile as he drank his beer. He played with my feet under the table and slid his hand up my thigh, coming very close to my panties. I caught his hand and held it still, letting him suffer a little while longer.
“Baby, please hurry; I gotta get you naked,” he whispered in my ear. I smiled and took his hand in mine as I got up.
“Let’s go,” I said grabbing ahold of his shirt as he chuckled and said good night to everybody. I pulled him out the door, glancing over at that waitress that was watching him laugh at my aggressiveness. I gave her a smile and walked out the door. Eat your heart out he’s mine, I thought.
“Baby, I’m all yours,” Jesse chuckled as we walked out the door.
While we walked to my room, our hands were all over each other. I opened the door and pulled Jesse into my arms. I wasn’t usually aggressive, but wine seemed to give me courage to act on my feelings. I kicked the door closed and attacked him, letting him know how desperately I wanted him. He didn’t need any encouragement as he backed me up against the wall, kissing me like he hadn’t seen me in a year. I gave as good as I got, pulling his T-shirt over his head and unzipping his jeans. Our arms were a tangled mess as we stripped each other as fast as we could. Clothes were flying all over in our frenzy to get each other naked.
I needed to feel his body against mine; watching those women falling all over him tonight made me want to stake my claim. I didn’t like sharing him, and now that I had him alone, I wanted to ravish his body to calm my jealous nerves. My head knew he was mine, but my body needed reassuring.
He held me against the wall, pulling my legs up to wrap around his waist. Our kissing was frenzied. I was too anxious to make it to the bed as my hands roamed all over his body. He thrust into me, groaning my name as I held on to him, lost in my emotions for him. I wanted and needed him in the most intimate way possible. He cupped my ass, holding me tight as he kissed my lips and moved inside my body. Our connection was so complete; we were lost in our lust for one another. My mind was only on him and what he was doing to me. He moaned and I moaned; he groaned and I groaned. He whispered sexy words in my ear, and I whispered them back to him, letting him know jus
t how much I wanted him. We were equals in this relationship, needing to connect with each other, touching, kissing, feeling, and making love with our whole bodies.
My body was on fire as I exploded, and the sparks flew. Jesse was with me, groaning my name as he came, pounding my body against the wall, his hands holding me tight. I held on to him as he walked us over to the bed and sat with us still connected. Our hearts were racing as our bodies cooled, neither of us moving, just holding each other tight.
“You’re a tiger tonight, sweetheart,” Jesse said, looking at me.
“I’ve wanted you all day,” I said, kissing him.
“Me too, but you just took us to a whole new level,” he smiled.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” I said, trying to catch my breath.
“I forgot a condom,” he said with raised eyebrows.
“It’s all right; I’m on the pill to regulate my periods,” I told him.
“Really, well, in that case,” he said, toppling us over on the bed. “I’ll have seconds, please.” He said with his dimpled smile. I laughed as he tenderly brushed my hair out of my face, smiling down at me. “You…are…amazing!” he said, kissing me between each word. I was finally contented, happy to have him all to myself.
“Jesse, the band was fantastic tonight. That Foreigner song you sang about waiting for a girl like me, did you mean it?”
“Every word I sang was for you, Bailey. You’ve given my life purpose and made me want to be a better man. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I’m going to miss you so damn much when you’re gone; promise me you’ll come to Arizona.” He stroked my face. “I’ll make all the flight arrangements and pick you up at the airport personally,” he said, kissing me.
“I’ll be there,” I promised.
“Now that I’ve tamed my tiger, I want to go back up on deck and watch the sunset over the ocean. I want to snuggle on a lounge chair with my arms wrapped around you. We only have a few more nights, and I want to enjoy the view while we can,” he said.
“That sounds good to me; let me get some clothes on,” I said, pulling out of his embrace to get up.
“Oh, you’re not going to be naked?” He looked disappointed.
“Jesse, I’m shocked. I’m not a nudist.” I chuckled at his sad face. “You should get some clothes on too,” I said as I picked up my underwear from the floor.
“Damn, I wanted to fuck you on the chaise lounge in the moonlight,” he said, pulling up his boxer briefs. “Doesn’t that sound romantic, baby?”
“Umm…not really, with a whole shipload of people walking by,” I said, pulling out my workout pants and a T-shirt from my drawer.
I put my sweaty, messy hair back into a ponytail and handed him his T-shirt with a smile.
“Where’s your sense of adventure there, tiger?” he said, pulling his shirt over his head.
“I’m only a tiger with you,” I said, trying to let him know that I wasn’t ready for such a blatant display of affection. “That’s Shelly’s scene, not mine.”
“Point taken; come on, baby.” He pulled the blanket off the bed and opened the door. “I was just kidding with you anyway,” he said, kissing my cheek as I walked out the door. “I don’t want anybody looking at my girl’s gorgeous body; that’s mine and mine alone!” He pinched my ass.
We went up on deck; the sky was beautiful, all red and pink. The moon was eye level, with stars just starting to appear. Jesse pulled out a lounge chair and sat down, patting the cushion for me to snuggle into him. He wrapped the blanket around us, holding me tight to his body. I relaxed into him, looking up at the sky. It was quiet and tranquil, just the sound of the ship’s engines and the water splashing up against the ship. The ocean looked black, deep, and cold at night. It sent a shiver up my spine, making me glad I was safe and warm in Jesse’s arms.
We sat there for a long time, just being together looking out at the night sky. We didn’t need to talk; we’d said it all in the bedroom. His arms were wrapped around my waist with mine on top of his. The blanket was keeping our body heat in; I was warm and cozy. I thought about how Shelly and I had talked for months about this cruise, never guessing in a million years how wonderful it would be for both of us. I knew she had fallen hard for Scott and hoped he felt the same way about her. Underneath her bubbly surface was a heart of gold and a fierce and loyal friend.
After our night on the deck, we went back down to my room. We made love again, sweet and slow this time, savoring every minute we had together and falling asleep in each other’s arms.
I dreamed that I was floating in the air and woke to find he was carrying me into the bathroom.
“Hi,” Jesse said with a big smile, setting me down on the edge of the bathtub.
“What are we doing?” I asked.
“We’re going to take a shower, then get some breakfast. I’m taking you to the gym today to put you through your paces.” He turned on the water. “I need to work out after eating all this great food,” he said, jiggling his nonexistent belly.
“You look fine to me,” I said, checking him out from head to toe.
“In you go, sugar,” he said as the mist swirled around us.
This was no leisure shower; we showered in a hurry. When Jesse was hungry, he wasn’t messing around.
“When do we get to have fun in the shower?” I asked.
He chuckled, “Tomorrow I’ll teach you some of the carnal ways to have fun in the shower.” He handed me a towel.
“Mmmm…I’ll hold you to that promise,” I said, reaching for his cock. He smirked at my remark and dodged my hand.
“Sweetheart, I never would have guessed that you’d become such a sex fiend.” He said with an evil grin and wiggly eyebrows. “Not complaining though!”
“Yeah, well, when you wait as long as I did, you have to make up for lost time,” I replied with wiggly eyebrows.
“Bailey, will you put those tight workout pants on? I love how they hugged your ass,” he said with a devilish smile.
“These?” I said, picking them up from the floor. I held them up, and he nodded.
“Yeah, them. I want to stand behind you and watch you exercise in them,” he said with an evil grin.
“You’re a pervert,” I said, pulling them on over my panties. I grabbed the matching sports bra and pulled it on. Lacing up my sneakers, I was ready for the challenge.
“Umm…baby, would you do me a favor and put a T-shirt on over that top? All the guys will be drooling while I’m trying to eat my breakfast,” he said.
“Whatever,” I said, shaking my head as I texted Shelly our plans.
“We have to stop by my room so I can change; then we can eat and hit the gym,” he said, pulling me toward the door.
I waited in his room as he walked around gathering his clothes.
He was a sight to see, completely unfazed as he walked around naked. He was obviously very comfortable with his body, and I admired the show. I was wishing I had Shelly’s camera to take a couple candid shots for me alone to look at. The room felt like it was three hundred degrees.
His room was very neat, not what I expected to see when we walked in. He pulled his workout clothes out of his drawer. The loose shorts were long and hung just above his knees, but his top was short, showing off his muscular abs. My heart was fluttering just watching him, so damn sexy and all mine. His arm muscles flexed as he pulled the shirt over his head, instantly making me wet and uncomfortable as I watched him.
By the time he was dressed, my heart was racing, and my body was on fire. He stood in front of me with his hand out, pulling me off the bed, one thing on his mind…food!
Jesse
I never expected to enjoy this cruise as much as I had, thanks to Bailey. I felt like my friends were friendlier, food tasted better, beer wasn’t that important, and sex was the best I’d ever had. I owed John a hundred apologies for being such a prick to him. You really know who your friends are when you’re down and out. They still believed in me and
stuck by me no matter what kind of a dick I was. We tuned up and then sat with the girls before the show; it was calming. Not that I ever got nervous anyway, but I loved having Bailey with me.
I thought back to how nervous I was when I performed that first night.
I surprised Bailey with my singing because I was convinced she truly liked me for myself. She blew my mind again and again, accepting me for who I really was. She gave me her beautiful body and heart. The only women that had ever accepted me for myself were my mom and my sister.
To everyone else I was a singer in a band to fuck and follow around for a good time.
She walked into the dining hall in this green dress that accentuated her long legs, looking more like a runway model than my sweet girl. John told me not to screw this relationship up; he knew she was something special, and he wanted me to get my life on track.
I think he felt responsible in a way for exposing me at such a young age to the wild and crazy life style of a musician. He tried to rein me in, but I fought him every step of the way. After my father died, I didn’t have a conscience anymore; everything and everyone was fair game. I was a well-known playboy, and I lived up to my reputation. Drinking and fucking were daily occurrences, and I was good at it. I hung with the guys, practiced, and sang with confidence. But when those stage lights went out, I turned into the sex god that all the women wanted, and boy, did I deliver.
I wasn’t proud of it, but I tried a lot of stuff with multiple women. Threesomes were common. I had stamina, and as long as I had a pocket full of condoms, I kept going until I had to crawl home sometimes. I couldn’t even remember their faces or names. John tried to talk to me like a father, even though he was only a couple years older than me, but I didn’t listen. He had Natalie and was always faithful to her. I ribbed him unmercifully about her.
“You’re young and built like a fucking bodybuilder. Why do you want to tie yourself down with one girl? I remember you in school, and you always had a different girl with you,” I used to say.