Private Affair (The Private Series)

by Danielle Torella

  “Anything you want to share.”

  “How about a drink? He asks, standing and heading to the cabinet we have some liquor stored. Pulling down two glasses, before I can answer.

  “Um, sure.”

  He hands me a drink I have never had before, but apparently you can mix booze with Redbull! Did not know this exciting information? He explains that it’s a Jager Bomb, Jager and RedBull. I smell it and it’s a different scent, it smells like RedBull with a licorice kind of smell. I take a little sip and damn, it is strong but very alluring for a drink. I am thinking this one will hit hard, when I am least expecting it, so I better watch out.

  He sits back down next to me, “Okay, so my family…” He takes a gulp. “So my parents were a teen pregnancy situation, obviously I am the outcome. They got married right away, tried the family thing. My Dad, fell for my Mom’s best friend. He claims nothing happened between them, but it doesn’t matter, he allowed another woman to come between him and my mother. Me and my mom lived in Seattle and he got a job offer at a hospital in Palm Coast and moved there.”

  “So, you went to Florida to see him and do that benefit at that Mouth karaoke bar right? I have heard good things about that place. A lot of musicians are discovered there.” I recall our conversation from a while ago. But he didn’t seem to show any distaste in his father.

  “Yeah. He asked that I come visit him to see if we can work something out or to work on our relationship,” He swigs down the rest of his drink.

  “How did that work out?” I ask, wondering if my dad were to reach out to me if I would consider trying. I don’t think that I could really. To give up on your kid is fucking wrong.

  Rolling his eyes he tells me, “I want to say it didn’t change anything and that I still hate him for loving another woman while still being married to my mom, but…” This time he pours a straight shot of Jager and shoots it down. “I never met the woman and I guess they never got together, because he felt that it was too wrong.”

  “So, he moved to Florida without the woman?” I ask, trying to keep up.

  “Yeah, he met Sierra while working at the hospital. She’s the one I met at Mouth. They seem happier than what I ever saw between him and my mother. Fuck, even my mom seems happier without him, while I am thinking about it.”

  “Some people change. You said they got married at a very young age, under difficult circumstances to begin with, not that you were a mistake, by far from it but people grow and sometimes that means growing apart.” I put my hand on his. “I know if my parents stayed together I wouldn’t be who I am today.”

  He looks me in the eyes and asks me why and I explain what I did to Ben. I don’t open up easily to people and just like with Ben, I let it all flow to Tony. “Did your dad discourage you from pursuing music or tattooing?” I ask him.

  “For the tattooing, not at first. He didn’t want me to mark myself up and have that prevent me from an actual career, because apparently tattoos mean you are a criminal and un-hirable. But you and I know that’s a load of shit, because look at us, we are tattooed, pierced and pink hair…” he fake flips his hair off his shoulders. I laugh at the thought of him having long pink hair. “We are doing what we love and being paid for it. I don’t know about you, but I think that makes us quite successful.”

  “And now?” I ask. He sits back down next to me and puts an arm around my shoulder on the back of the couch. Just a friendly gesture, I know that so I don’t move away.

  “Now… He is more accepting. After a long talk with his girlfriend she had talked some sense into him and got him thinking about accepting me for who I am.” He rolls his eyes, trying to hide the fact that, that makes him happy and relieved to know.

  “Oh, don’t shrug it off! I know that means something to you! Just because you are now a famous rock star doesn’t mean you have to be a tough ass. You’re a softy Tony Towers, just admit it.” I play with him, I even pinch his cheeks like an annoying distant aunt you see only once in a few years.

  He tries his damnedest to not laugh, once he can’t hold it in any longer he grabs my ribs and starts tickling me. “You think I’m soft? You think I’m soft?” He is yelping at me as I am refraining from laughing at his jabs. He has me pinned down now on my back, our faces meet as he is over me our laughter comes to a halt. I can smell the alcohol on his breath and I start to feel a little panicked. He leans in fast and lays a hot heavy kiss on me. Not knowing what to do at first, because I don’t want to offend him or give him the wrong impression.

  I put my hands on his chest, “Tony…”

  He sits up, but stays close, “Shit…” He runs a hand through his hair, “Fuck, I just did something stupid didn’t I?”

  I get out from under him, because he wasn’t moving fast enough for me, “It’s okay…”

  “No it is most fucking not. I shouldn’t have done that. You are getting married…right?”

  “Um, yeah,” I look down at my beautiful ring and I twist it. “Look, Tony you just got caught up in the moment and one thing led to another and the alcohol doesn’t help…”

  He furrows his brow, trying to make sense of his own actions I assume. He grabs the bottle and shoves it back in the cupboard, slamming it shut, I jump. Seeing him look so distraught and honestly angry is freaking me out. “Look, Tony I am going to bed. Sleep this off and after coffee in the morning we can talk about it then.”

  “Yeah that might be for the best. I am going to stay out here for the night and wait for Roger to get us going again.”

  I nod and wave him good night. I turn to head to my bunk and I see Jennifer’s head poked out her curtain, “Everything alright Pink?”

  “Yeah, just tired, need some sleep.” I climb in and throw my head to my pillow. Where the fuck did my friendly, easy going friend go? What gave him the idea that, that was okay? Yeah booze can make you do stupid shit, but that just wasn’t my Tony. Hopefully by morning he will be better and we can forget all about this.

  That next morning was awkward and we never talked about the night before, or that after noon or night. Perhaps we should just let it go and it is best that we just pretend it never happened. I don’t fucking know anymore.

  We are on our way to the show at Water Street Music Hall in Rochester New York. Ben was supposed to come to this one, but he never let me know if he was going to be able to. When I talked to him yesterday he seemed stressed out, so I didn’t want to beg him to come. It’s bad enough that I am stressing and am not getting much sleep.

  I grumpily get in the teeny ass shower that I have grown to hate and I wash my hair and shave my legs, which by the way I am lucky I am short, because if I was any taller I would be hitting my head on the glass door, how the hell does Jennifer do this? I get out, wrap my head in a towel and get my bra and panties on in the bathroom. Tony and Jennifer went to get lunch, they asked me if I wanted to join them, but I wasn’t interested. I honestly hope they fuck one another so they can get the tension out of the air when they are together in the same room. I used to think Tony was too good for her, but after the other night, I am thinking they are perfect together.

  I open the small door to the bathroom and I step out. I open the curtain and fucking scream. I see Ben laying there on my bunk. Legs stretched out as far as they can go and his arms behind his head. Once I screamed bloody murder he sat right up really fast and whacks his head on the top bunk.

  “Oh my God! Are you okay?” I kneel next to him.

  He groans while holding his head, “Are you? I didn’t mean to startle the crap out of you.” He finally lets go of his head and looks at me. “Oh fuck, it’s been too long…if you don’t want me taking you here on this bus you better get some clothes on.”

  I look down and remember that I am in only my bra and panties, a matching black set. My towel fell off my head midst scream, so my hair is damp and wavy. I run my ringers through it and he reaches out and takes a strand, “It’s getting lighter and it looks like the color of cotton candy right now…w
hich is how you taste.” His eyes travel down to my lap. “How long do we have?” He asks in low growl.

  I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, “enough.”

  He grabs me by my waist, swings me in the bunk and he slides out. I lay back and he tears my lace panties right off. He pulls me closer to the edge and I feel his tongue dip in and separate my folds.

  Moaning he tells me, without taking his mouth off of me, “you taste different, a little sweeter.”

  I laugh a little over it. I find it funny that I have a taste, but then again he does too in a way. He reaches up and cups my heavy breasts, but when he touches my nipple it hurts a little. I flinch and he looks up at me, “Are you alright?”

  “Yeah, my nipples are a little sensitive. Probably because it’s been so long since they have had any attention paid to them.” I brush it off. They hurt a little before my period anyways.

  “Alright.”

  I pull back and tell him, “Get on the bed I don’t know how much time we have, but I need to grind one out.”

  He salutes me, removes his clothing and lays as flat on my bunk as he can. I go to mount him and I hit my head. “This isn’t going to work…”

  “What do you want to do?” he asks me and I can see him saying don’t say stop, don’t say stop.

  Then I have an idea, I roll out of the small space to the hall and open the larger room at the end of the bus, where Roger normally sleeps, but lately he has been just crashing on the sofa up front. “Come on,” I whisper.

  I shake my butt at him and he pushes me on the bed, and closes the accordion door behind him…just in case.

  I push him so he is on his back again and I successfully make my way on top of him. I am already so wet, he just glides right in. He starts out slow, but I need it now. “I really just need you to fuck me right now Ben.”

  His eyes go wide and I see his jaw clench. I know I hit a nerve with the fuck me, after the first time we spoke about sex and he told me he would never just fuck me. “Don’t…” He starts, but I cut him off before he can give me any shit.

  “I know that royally pisses you off, I do, but shut up and just do me. No, actually…” I use my hands and I pin his arms to his side. “I want to fuck you.” I lift myself up and I let my weight fall back down onto him, allowing him to go deep and hard, just what I need.

  “If you want this to last I suggest you either slow down or get there fast,” He tells me through gritted teeth. I can feel his cock get even harder as I squeeze my inner wall muscles when I am sitting still.

  I lean over him bringing my mouth to his, I lick his upper lip and then I bite down on his bottom, making him buck off the bed slightly, only driving me on more. “If you shut up then I can do this faster.”

  “Tess? What has gotten into you? I’m not complaining but holy shit its fucking turning me on beyond anything else.”

  I just growl and I start to ride him. I don’t lift off of him too much I just grind, I feel him all the way through my body and the way I can rock, my clit rubs on his pelvis. It’s a million sensations in one tight package. He starts to move his hips and I scold him. Right now I just need this for me. I have been so tightly wound, I just need this.

  “That’s right baby keep going,” He gusts out, his breathing erratic and I see his eyes start to roll back and I know that he is holding on for me, I finally let go and so does he. At this point it’s almost too much and I can’t contain it, I start to scream and I lift myself up and slam back down over and over until my body turns to ooze. I lay myself on top of Ben’s chest and he wraps his arms around me and lightly rubs my back.

  He hears the bus doors open and hears voices. I shoot a look to Ben and he is trying not to laugh, this is so not funny. I recognize that it is Tony and Jennifer, they must be back from lunch.

  “Hey Tess!” I hear Jennifer call and the sound of her heels clicking down the center of the bus. She stops at where my bunk is.

  “Shit! Shit!” I grab the blanket below us and wrap us up in it. As soon as I get covered, Jennifer whips the door open and her jaw drops.

  “What do we have here?” She smiles and stands there with her hands on her hips.

  Then I see Tony striding down the hall, what’s going on Jenn…? Oh!” He quickly turns away, “Hey, um, Ben…Tess, the uh, other bands want a group shot while we are all free… I see that you’re busy…”

  I cover my face, “Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute. Tell em’ to give me five minutes.” Jennifer is still standing at the foot of the bed, “Um, Jennifer…”

  “Is it my turn?” She asks with the most serious face and a hot glance at Ben. I feel my temper rising, then she smiles and laughs. “I am kidding Tess! Relax,” She turns on her pointed heel and catwalks down the aisle.

  I turn and I tuck my face into Ben’s chest, his hand is running through my now nearly dried hair, “God that was the most embarrassing moment of my life.”

  “No one saw anything.” He says with a stern and even tone.

  “Aren’t you even weirded out in the slightest?”

  “We have nothing to be ashamed of, it’s not like we are teenagers sneaking around. We are engaged to be married, I believe we have that right.”

  “Yes, but we are on a bus that sleeps a few different people, who could have seen something. I don’t know what I was thinking…”

  “Hey,” He pulls me onto his lap, “We love one another deeply. We are very sexual and well, it’s been a while for the both of us, so it was a heated moment. A very heated moment.” He tries to get me to relax.

  “Alright. Well, I guess we should get dressed since I have work to do.” I climb out, keeping the blanket secured around me in case someone decides to jump on board again.

  We are just about fully dressed, I am slipping on a pair of black boots over my leggings, I stand to adjust my long top that comes to my thighs. Ben is buttoning up his black jeans and all I can think about is undoing them with my teeth. I shake my head, “What’s that about?” He asks me.

  “Just more dirty thoughts.”

  “My favorite kind,” He smirks. “Hey, I have an idea…”

  “I am intrigued.”

  He takes my hand and dips his head to be at my level, he looks so cute when he does this. “How about you play hooky after this group photo?”

  “I could use a day off. Sleeping on that thing doesn’t constitute as a retreat.”

  “Good, it’s a plan. Go take that photo and meet me back here. I know about a place around here we can grab some food and explore.” He looks excited and full of light again.

  “See you in ten.”

  “What the fuck was that all about Tess?” Tony snaps at me.

  “Oh, are you talking to me again? I’m sorry that I had a quickie with my fiancé. Oh, wait…No I’m not! Let’s take this photo. I have a date.” I roll my eyes and watch the bands pose with their rock hands and the middle finger salutes.

  “What do you mean date? You have to work the show tonight.” He get snippy again. I am really not liking his tone.

  I don’t answer, I just point for him to join in on the photo, but he keeps talking in front of everyone. Telling them all my business.

  “Maybe it was a mistake asking you to do this tour.” He seethes.

  I walk away. I put my camera in my bag and just walk away. Tony is quick at my side though and is following me out of the place. “Go Tony,” I tell him, “You won’t like what I have to say if you keep pushing me.”

  “What possibly could you have to say to me, to get me going?” He lashes. By this time we are rounding the bus and I see Ben’s boots on the other side.

  “What’s going on?” Ben asks, ready to pounce.

  “Don’t worry about it. Rock stars.” I snap as I walk by Tony. “Can we go now?” I ask Ben, who takes my hand and leads me out of the parking lot on foot.

  “So are you going to tell me what that was all about?”

  I shrug, “He just didn’t like the fact that I was tak
ing off tonight.”

  We walk for about a mile I assume, Ben catches me up on Tones back home and what’s going on at Chatz. Because it’s spring more people are heading to the bar and going to more shows, so that’s why he has been so busy.

  He leads me into a lot of cars and what looks to be an industrial building. I look at a sign on an iron fence “The Village Gate.” “What is this place?” I ask him, full of curiosity as we walk through this courtyard featuring unique art statues, one of a giant head. I look to the left and right and see restaurants and shops.

  “I had a friend who used to live out this way and he always suggested I check it out if I were ever in Rochester. He specifically talked about this sushi place, so I thought that we could grab a bite there and explore the place. Would you want to walk around or eat first?”

  As we walk in I answer, “Look around please.” There’s a fun looking vintage clothing shop, a handful of restaurants, comic book store and an upstairs. Ben leads the way, I am looking up as we go up the staircase. There is art everywhere in the place. Even the vaulted ceilings have a sky with clouds painted on them. There is a little fountain and hanging art all over. There are also some business offices up here. This place is really unique and right up my alley.

  We make our way back down stairs and come across an appealing shop, not like any of the others in the place. I read it out loud, “Primitive Impressions.”

  “Want to check it out?” Ben asks me.

  I peek in and I see beautifully painted walls and glass display cases, I am surely intrigued. “Definitely.”

  Ben opens the door for me and a chime signals that there are customers. We don’t see anyone in the front right away, we hear a man yell out, “Be with you in a moment.”

  I begin to explore what’s in those cases and I am greeted with an array of body jewelry and intricate pieces as well. One case displays an array of brightly colored pieces that are being illuminated by a black light, which is really fucking cool. Immediately my mind goes to some specific private piercings, in the dark being illuminated. Huh, I wonder if anyone has ever had that thought too…