“Hey chick!” she says as she approaches the table.
“Everyone, this is Liz.” I introduce her, my voice coming out louder than I meant to and I know that must be the tequila.
“Dietz. My pleasure,” and happily gives a side hug with Liz, obviously checking her out.
Marc scowls and grabs her close. It’s nice to know he has a backbone. At Marc's blatant claim staking, Liz squints her eyes and says, “Hey, Dietz. Everyone, great show. We’re going to take off. Are you good?” I don’t miss the look Liz gives Dietz; I'm just unsure what it means.
I look around the table and feel Lucas’ fingertips trail lightly up my arm. It feels so familiar. “Yeah, hon. I’m good.” Then, I pull her close and whisper in her ear, “Be safe and keep your cell on.”
“Marc?” I ask.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“I need to see your license?” I tell him. He gives Liz a confused look. Then, I add, “You don't want me to see it, that’s fine; but Liz will be staying a while longer to hang out with me.”
“Give her your license, Marc,” Liz demands.
Marc pulls his license out, hands it to me, and I slide my phone from my jean skirt pocket and snap a picture of it, then explain, “Just gotta make sure I know who my girl is taking home.”
A few of the guys laugh at the table, but for some reason Lucas doesn't seem that amused. Liz and Marc leave and I join in the conversation with the table.
“Is that something that happens a lot?” Lucas asks me.
“What? Liz hooking up?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, I guess it kind of does. She’s Liz. It’s just who she is. Has been that way since the day I met her, and Lord knows I’m not changing her.”
“But she’s your roommate?” Lucas asks.
“Men always with the double standard. Look at Dietz, he’ll fuck anyone, anywhere, no one questions him, but the second a woman is doing it, look out,” Bernie adds.
“I’m hurt,” Dietz says in mock horror. “I wouldn’t sleep with just anyone. They have to have a vagina.”
Eric coughs and mumbles under his breath, “Vegas”.
“That didn't happen,” Dietz denies. “And with that, I’m getting another round. Who wants one?”
The entire table places their order. Before long, I’m doing another shot and laughing with Lucas.
***
“So, the band? Is that a full-time thing?” I ask drunker and more outgoing than I normally am. Eric and Bernie took off a few minutes ago, and Dietz is entertaining a crowd of women.
“I have a regular job; the band is for fun. Some of the guys take it more seriously than others.”
“What else do you do?”
“I’m at a body shop. How about you?”
“School is kind of it for me,” I say and then hate that I’m lying, so in my inebriated state I come clean, “Shoot, that’s not the truth. I write for The Scene.”
“Why? Is that a bad thing?” he asks.
“No, but I might be here sometimes writing about local music.”
I see it dawn on Lucas that I’m writing about the band. I shrug then say, “Don't tell anyone because I’m suddenly finding myself a little impartial.”
“Is that so?” he flirts.
“Perhaps,” I smile and coyly take a sip of my drink.
Ash stops by the table and removes a few empty bottles, “We’re getting ready to call last call. You still good, June?”
“I’m freaking awesome, Ash. This is Lucas. Wait a minute, you know who he is. He’s in the band.” I sloppily hit myself on the forehead then shake my head as if everyone should know that was a silly statement. “How did you do tonight? Make some big bucks?” I ask with a slight slur.
“Are you drunk?” he asks ignoring my question.
“I am slightly buzzed, but it’s all good Ash.”
“I got her man, everything’s cool,” Lucas says. I can tell Lucas’ body language has changed and that if Ash doesn’t back down this could turn into a pissing match. So I do what a horny, drunk, college girl does, I lean into Lucas and say loud enough for Ash to hear, “I’m not ready for the night to end yet. You?”
Ash’s shoulder’s slump like he’s disappointed in me. “See you later, June,” he says and walks away, clearly getting the point.
“I like the way you think, June. Let’s get out of here,” Lucas says, his pupils dilate as he takes my hand and helps me shrug my coat on.
His thumb strokes my hand and he links his fingers with mine and I realize that in some way, he’s been touching me since his set ended. I like this. It’s soothing.
“I don't have a car here. Maybe we should get a cab?” I ask.
“We haven’t decided where we’re going yet. Are you up for a little adventure?”
“It depends on what you have in mind.”
He leads us towards the front door and asks Ash if he’ll sell him a six of PBR to go. Reluctantly, Ash agrees and Lucas stuffs the six pack into a backpack that he grabbed from the stage before the stagehands said goodnight.
“A couple blocks from here, there’s a cemetery where some president is buried. I used to work on the grounds and have a key.”
“You want to bring me to a cemetery?” I ask, thinking this just got a little weird.
“It’s not that morbid, I swear. There is this spiral staircase to the top and you can see the whole city from up there. Plus it’s only a few blocks from here and I think it’s too early for us to walk to my place.”
I had no idea if he meant too early in the night or too early for us meeting each other to walk to his place, but I oddly respected that.
“Are you close to here?”
“Not far. So, are you okay with checking out the city?” His hand is still holding mine and I realize we were already walking along the metal gate to the cemetery. I knew where he was talking about. How could I not? You can see the peak from various points in the city and I know it isn't far from the bar we were at.
“Isn’t the front gate going to be locked? It’s nearly two A.M.”
“I know a spot,” he says as he flashes a smile.
“I should be concerned. Middle of the night; hot guy asks a girl to go to the cemetery. If this were fiction, I would be screaming, “No, don't go there,” but since it’s reality, I’m strangely okay with the idea of breaking into a cemetery and breaking into our dead president’s holy sanctuary,” I laugh as I say the last part.
“Good, I’m glad you trust me enough to commit felonies with me.”
“Oh hell, are we going to get busted?” I ask as he stops us at a spot on the fence where the gate changes from old to new. An overgrown tree is nestled just enough in the opening that it makes climbing easy.
“Not if you’re really quiet and really fast. Shit! Cops! Quick, kiss me.” He pushes me against the wrought iron fence as I barely register the police car driving past. His lips crash down on mine immediately begging for my mouth to open. When his tongue hits mine, I can faintly taste whiskey.
This isn't a light, get to know you kiss. No, this is a desperate, I’m pulling at his hair and grinding my hips into him kiss. I lift on my tiptoes and he bends into me. My nipples are hard and I wish I were free of my coat so that I could be closer to him. His tongue swirls against mine and then sucks it deep before breaking away. Immediately, I mourn the loss of contact.
“Damn June, that was…” He grins and shakes his head. I’m not even sure what came over me; that was more than I could have hoped for, and it was everything that I’m not. I’m not carefree, let go, and kiss wildly on the street. I’m in control, often spunky, but I rarely do things with abandon.
“I think they’re gone.”
“Who?” I ask.
He laughs at me and it’s a deep beautiful rumbly laugh. “The police.”
Oh right, that’s why he kissed me.
“Here, let me help you,” he says lifting me up then instructing me to use the tree to climb over.
My boots are thick and slightly clumsy, but he’s right behind me guiding me up, making sure I don't fall.
Once I am up and over, he easily climbs the gate making my strained effort seem foolish. I smack him on the arm, “That was so easy for you.”
“I almost have a foot on you, it should be easier.”
“Okay, but nobody likes a show-off,” I tease.
We walk down winding trails; tombstones and mausoleums flank each side of us. “This place is huge,” I say in wonder. It’s dark and eerily quiet. Some people might be afraid of sneaking into a cemetery at night, but it doesn't bother me.
I can see our breath in the cool night air. Perhaps it’s the adrenaline from sneaking in here, maybe it’s the unbelievable sexy kiss or our undeniable attraction, but the cold isn't registering with me. All I can think about is the company I’m in.
“It’s huge. You can get lost in here easily. Trust me. It only took about six weeks for them to can my ass because I got lost so often.”
“Really?”
“Yep, but I managed to get a key in that amount of time.”
We approach the monument from the backside. I have to tilt my head completely to see the top. As we walk around to the front, at least thirty stairs made of stone lead you up to the front doors. Wow. Even in the dead of night, the monument is impressive. We climb the stairs hand in hand and then move to the large, oversized doors. Lucas looks from side to side to make sure no one is watching, then he grabs a key ring from his pocket sifting through them until he finds the one he needs.
“Careful, I need you to follow me in and walk exactly where I walk. Any odd moves could get us in deep trouble. There are motion sensors all over the place,” he warns me.
“Really?”
“No,” he laughs, “only by the gate leading to his body. Relax, I’ve done this before,” he says and I hate the idea of him doing this with another woman.
He unlocks the door, it’s dark. The moonlight filtering through the windows is the only light we have. There is a marble staircase leading to the basement. I can tell that’s where his tomb must be evidenced by the large American flag and plaque.
“This way,” Lucas says grabbing my hand and leading me to another wooden door. A thin, spiral staircase awaits us once the door is opened. “After you,” he whispers. I begin to climb with Lucas right behind me. Once we reach the top, I’m met with another door that is thankfully unlocked.
I step outside into the cool night air. There is a large balcony made of sandstone. Behind me, a cylindrical pillar continues to show the great expanse of the building. I walk close to the stone edge that only comes up to about mid-thigh on Lucas but closer to my waist for me.
“Lucas, it’s amazing! You can see everything. Is that the Terminal Tower?” I ask pointing to my left.
“It is. And over there is Severance Hall.”
“Oh wow, I can't believe how clear everything is even at night,” I say and fall back into Lucas’s arms as he folds them around me.
“Want a beer?” he asks after we stand silently and take it all in.
“Sure, PBR me.” I reach out my hand ready for the beer as he unzips his bag and hands me the Pabst Blue Ribbon. I crack the can open and we both take sips.
“Let’s sit,” he moves against the building and scoots down to the ground. I follow suit and we stare out at the skyline. The stars and moonlight are enough light for us. Little sparkles illuminate the sky.
We drink and talk. He tells me more about the band and funny stories about Dietz. We both crack jokes and our humor matches each others. I still can't shake this feeling that he reminds me of Jake, but I think it must be how much I miss him.
I open my second beer, Lucas his third. I drink it fast and he does the same. I shiver because the cool night air combined with my skirt is finally getting to me. “You’re cold, come closer,” he says taking off his coat.
“You’re shirt’s funny,” I joke.
“You’re cute,” he says back. My smile is so big it almost hurts.
I inch close to him.
He moves closer.
The air feels like it changes and it’s suddenly warmer, but maybe that’s just his nearness. Our bodies are touching; my bare leg against his jeans. My black boots press against his Chuck Taylor’s. I think about his kiss earlier and I want another.
He moves to put his coat over my legs. I lean in for a kiss. I want it more than I need warmth. I want to feel his lips again.
We move simultaneously in and our heads barely miss.
“That could've been bad.” I try to laugh it off feeling rather foolish.
“You don't need to be embarrassed with me, June,” he says tucking a small piece of hair behind my ear. It’s such a simple gesture, but it’s so incredibly sweet.
“I’m kind of drunk,” I admit.
“I kinda am too,” he laughs. His gaze moves to my lips and his expression completely changes. “I want to kiss you again. Can I kiss you, June?”
I nod my head, too turned on to let any words escape.
“Say it, June. Say you want me to kiss you.”
Without hesitation, the words come out, “I want you to kiss me.”
And then it’s on. Right on top of our dead president.
I lean over Lucas so I’m slightly on top. His lips brush my neck first. I arch, then moan. On instinct to straddle him. Our lips finally meet. My breasts harden and feel full. Our kiss is hard, then soft, sweet then supple. My body is responding to him. My hips begin moving as he thrusts his tongue around my own. I can feel him begin to grow with excitement and it’s a marvelously, beautiful, exciting feeling. Our lips break apart. Fuck my coat is bulky. I’m aching to let his hands get at my breasts.
“It’s too cold out here for you, let’s go to my place,” he says.
“Yes,” I whisper. I’m in college and have had one night stands before. Not a lot, but a few. None felt as right as this. And I want this. “Yes,” I say again, “Take me to your place.”
He doesn't hesitate. He stands and I watch as he adjust his dick in his pants, obviously pained from stopping.
“Let’s go, June.”
Chapter Three
We open the door to his apartment in a rush. The alcohol hit me on our walk making my bladder scream, “I gotta pee right now-you shouldn’t have put that much liquid in me, and if I was a little drunk now I’m really drunk,” kind of way.
“Hurry!”
“I’m hurrying, I swear,” Lucas laughs as he unlocks his door, “It’s the first door on the left.”
I race to his bathroom, in too much of a hurry to take anything in. I shrug off my coat, pull up my skirt, pull my panties down, not wanting to spend a second more on buttons and finally, relief.
I finish and quickly make my way back to the living room. It’s a wide open space with high vaulted ceilings. The floors are unfinished giving the apartment a rustic feel. Two of the walls are exposed brick. It’s not trendy, but I like it. The apartment is sparsely decorated with a navy blue couch under a window, a small table with a lamp, and an old box TV on the ground. Other than that, the only other furniture is a freestanding keyboard with a stool behind it.
I walk over to the keyboard and run my fingers over the keys. It’s not on, so it doesn't make a sound. “How did you get into music?” I ask.
I’m suddenly aware of Lucas’ nearness to me. He takes off his shoes and is barefoot, which strangely turns me on. He looks so casual as he walks behind me. He begins trailing his fingers down my arm until they hit the keyboard. Boxing me in, he turns the keyboard on with his other hand. “I had good inspiration and a good teacher.”
“Were you young?” My breath hitches on the last part as he places a kiss on my exposed shoulder.
“I was seventeen,” he answers and then starts to play a few notes on the keyboard. He hits more keys, faster and faster. His fingers begin to dance over the zebra pattern. He strikes the keys hard, and each time the tempo changes. I feel like my h
eart is going to beat out of my chest.
“Who was your inspiration?” I ask, trying to break myself from his spell.
“A girl who made me believe in myself,” he whispers and kisses my neck again at the same time hitting the keys passionately.
“Should I be jealous of this girl?”
“Hardly, June. She was a girl, you’re so much more.” I pull in yet another breath, letting it seep into my lungs. I can't take it. His keyboard playing foreplay has gone on long enough.
He chuckles.
“Drats. I said that out loud, didn't I?”
“You did,” he confirms hitting one final key.
I turn so that I’m facing him, no longer wanting to wait any longer. “I want you to kiss me.”
“Here,” he says and kisses my shoulder again.
“Everywhere, Lucas. I want you to kiss me everywhere.”
As if I didn't think I could get any more lost in the depths of his blue-green eyes, I completely lose myself when I see his expression glaze over with what could only be described as hunger.
***
“Lucas!” I scream as he has me leaning over the arm of the couch, his beautiful cock is filling me up. Hitting every part of me. Deeper and deeper each thrust pounds. I stretch my arm out to grab on to something. Anything. I don't know. I’m lost as each wave of pleasure consumes me.
Crash.
His light hits the ground making the room dark.
I laugh, because I’m drunk and too intoxicated by Lucas to really care. The last however-long since I told him to kiss me everywhere has been a-freaking-mazing. He did that. He kissed me everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I was stripped of my clothes and pulling at his until he was naked. His body? Oh Lord, how beautiful it is. His abs sculpted masterpiece; his thighs the perfect amount of muscle; and don't even get me started on how hard his ass feels beneath my tight grip. I got on my knees and took him into my mouth, sucking his length and cupping his balls until he positioned me on the couch and began to eat me from behind. My pussy clenched and throbbed each time he sucked and then when he added his fingers, wow. Oh, how I wanted his glorious dick inside of me. It was wonderful, thrilling really, to let myself go so much with someone I hardly know but have this amazing attraction to.
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