Davis

by INGRID HARRISON

  I had left the set excited to see her, and talk to her. When I made my way back to the room me and the band were given, it was clear all of us were on a high; normal after one of our concerts. It always happened that way, the surge of intensity from the show still humming through us, we always gathered together afterwards, everyone talking a mile a minute.

  I wished the room hadn’t been so crowded when she walked in. I was across the room, several people around me. I tried to break away and get over to her, but then I saw Mike, my drummer, smiling at her enticingly, his arm around her neck, I thought I should give them a moment.

  And besides, I had several women eager to ask me questions, their excitement evident. When I searched her out a little while later, it looked like she was leaving.

  I had pulled away from the woman that was at my side, and headed toward Steph. She had already turned towards the door, and I reached out a hand, wrapping my hand around her upper arm.

  It had been bare, and her skin was so soft, I didn’t release her when she turned towards me.

  “Hey,” I said huskily, smiling at her in greeting.

  “Hey,” she said with a brief smile.

  “Did you enjoy the show?” I asked pulling her closer, out of the way of the doorway.

  “I always love it when you sing,” she said quietly.

  “I saw you,” I admitted, “as soon as I came on stage.”

  She just looked at me, not responding. I smiled at her, remembering I always had to work at getting her to open up.

  “You look all grown up now,” I said glancing down her body. Her breasts had grown too, I thought hesitating in my perusal of her. They swelled enticingly over the top of her blouse, plump and silky soft looking.

  I looked up and met her eyes, and she seemed red suddenly. Was she blushing? God, I remembered her and her constant blushing, I thought fondly.

  “Come on in and sit with me,” I said. When she didn’t respond, I tried to entire her. “We have beer. I can sneak you one,” I offered grinning conspiratorially.

  “Really?” she finally responded. “You would sneak me a beer?”

  I laughed. “Sure, no one cares if you’re not twenty one yet.” I tugged her over to an empty couch, realizing I was still holding her arm.

  I sank back and finally released her. I patted the seat next to me. “Come on, and tell me what you have been up to.”

  “Mike, bring me a couple of beers, would ya?” I hollered.

  I watched as she sank down slowly, sitting on the edge of the couch. Up close, I didn’t remember her being this beautiful.

  Without thinking, I reached out, brushing her hair back from her face, saying, “When did you get so beautiful?”

  I was amazed at how small she was. My hand looked so large against her face, the whiteness of her skin so pale compared to my darker complexion.

  My cock started to stir as I fastened my eyes on her lips. Their color was pink and I found myself wanting to taste her. Were her lips as soft as they looked?

  Thankfully, Mike walked up and pushed a couple beers my way. I dropped my hand from Steph and watched as Mike sank down next to her. “We meet again beautiful,” I heard Mike telling Steph, his mouth close to her ear.

  I didn’t like it, was my first thought, and said to Mike, “Beat it.” Mike grimaced, but turned away, walking away from us.

  I worked at getting the lids off the beer, handing one to Steph, smiling at her.

  In fascination, I watched her lick her lips, and then she pressed the bottle to her lips, drinking thirstily. I gulped, not sure why watching her drink was causing me such pleasure.

  “Have you tried beer before? It looks like you like it,” I said.

  “Davis, you are starting to piss me off,” she said between her teeth, setting her bottle down, and looking at me with something akin to distaste.

  “What?” I asked in confusion.

  That was when the blonde, who was all over me earlier, chose that moment to come back, sliding her body down my arm and sitting as close as she could to me. I wrapped an arm around her, turning towards her.

  “Are you going to introduce me to your sister?” she said with a pout.

  I looked from the blonde to Steph, and honestly, I could feel anger coming off Steph in waves.

  “Sweetheart,” Steph murmured softly, looking at the blonde, “Davis and I are both thankful we aren’t related. It meant we could spend all night together for nights on end.”

  My mouth opened in astonishment and before I could respond, Steph turned her dark eyes on me. “Davis, I am sure I am cramping your style, me being a minor and all, so let me get out of your hair so you can really start partying like adults.” I watched her eyes return to the blonde and then back to me.

  With a quick turn that caused her short skirt to fly up, exposing a pair of panties that did more to show her ass than cover it, she walked out of the room.

  I felt my breathing quicken. I had never seen this feisty side of her.

  That’s when I moved, pushing the blonde off me, rising and going after her.

  I caught up with her at the far end of the hall, as she was ready to walk outside through an exit door.

  She had the door open, and I lunged, grabbing her waist, and spinning her around. I’m not sure why I didn’t yell her name or call out to her. Maybe I was worried she would ignore me, and I knew once she was out that door, I wouldn’t follow her.

  I know I pulled on her too hard, as she stumbled from the force, and I pulled her against me, steadying her with my body, allowing the door to the outside close.

  My hands were on her waist, and I was amazed at how tiny she was. She weighed nothing as she leaned up against me, and as my cock stirred again, I said softly, “Don’t go.”

  She raised her hands, putting them on my chest, pressing against me hard. “Let go of me,” she hissed, her eyes half wild looking, anger clearly gripping her.

  “No,” I rasped, clenching tighter on her waist. “Not until you tell me why you’re in such a snit.”

  “Because you’re an idiot, you big lug,” she said through clenched teeth.

  I have to tell you, I had never seen her in a temper like this. The Steph I knew was quiet, and barely spoke. I watched her, fascinated by this side of her I hadn’t known existed.

  I chuckled, “OK let’s agree I’m an idiot.” I readjusted my hands, pressing her harder against me, to keep her from squirming away.

  “What did I do?” I asked her again, trying to hide my absolute delight in her; in her red cheeks with her fiery temper that caused her eyes to blaze with an intensity I couldn’t look away from.

  She growled, pounding my chest with her hands. I couldn’t fight off her hits and still hold her to me, so I moved her closer to the wall, using my body to pin her in the dark corner, allowing my hands free to grasp her hands.

  And still she squirmed, fighting to get away from me. It was too much. I wasn’t to blame, I remember thinking. I felt my cock rising to the stimulation of her body rubbing against mine, seeing her anger, causing her to look like the sexiest woman I had ever seen.

  I could see the exact moment she felt my hardness against her stomach. All fight left her body, and when she looked up at me, I was lost in her eyes.

  Why didn’t I step away then? What made me decide that kissing her was a good idea? When I looked back on it later, I blamed the excess adrenalin that I felt from the successful show, but now, I wasn’t so sure. I definitely wasn’t thinking about who she was.

  Hell, I wasn’t thinking at all. I was feeling, and suddenly I needed to taste her. I leaned down to her, moving slowly. She could have turned her head, or told me no, but she did nothing to stop me. All that fighting earlier, and then when she saw my lips lowering to hers, she never protested.

  I think that fact caused my desire for her to spike, so that by the time our lips met, it was no soft, slow kiss.

  From the word go it was hot, and frantic and did absolutely nothing to get the
situation under control.

  I believe she met my lips, arching against me to bridge that gap. Hell, I know she arched against me because my cock went from slightly interested to raging hard in seconds flat.

  And her lips were soft, and so responsive, I remembered with a shiver. I don’t know if my tongue along the seam of her lips caused her to open her mouth or if it was the need for air, but I went wild when my tongue stroked hers.

  If we had been alone, I would have already been pulling her panties down, because I needed to be inside her in that moment.

  Since we weren’t anywhere near a bed, I did the only thing I could; my hands clasped her tight ass in my hands, and I pulled her against my cock, adjusting so I was hitting her cleft, thrusting against her.

  Her soft mewling sound caused me to shiver, excitement and need coursing through me.

  I only broke away from the kiss, so I could convey my need for her, to her, and for a bed, although I was seriously contemplating the chances of interruption if I were to take her here, against the wall, in the dark recesses of the hallway.

  “I’ve got to have you,” I said hoarsely. “Let’s get out of here.”

  I guess those weren’t the right words to use, because it was like pouring cold water over her head. She froze, and pulled away from me, although how she did it, I don’t know.

  When she ran out that exit door, I was stunned.

  I stood there a long time after she left. All I could think was, “Damn!”

  Just lying on the bed, thinking of that encounter from long ago, my cock was hard and aching. I reached down, adjusting myself.

  I grimaced. This wasn’t the first time I had thought of that night. I found myself thinking about it too much. But it had happened months ago, and I should have forgotten it by now.

  Instead, I thought about it at all the wrong times. At first, I thought it best to leave it alone and not call her. She wasn’t someone I could sleep with and then move on, and that’s all it could be.

  I wasn’t ready to settle down. Hell, I was having too much fun. In fact, my sex life had never been better. For the first time, I was experiencing sex overload. Every night, there were women, and as my success grew, so did their numbers.

  Really, it was astounding how many women were ready for a night with an up and coming singer. Or maybe it was just because I sang period? But after my songs began getting played on the radio, there were more women than time.

  But after that night with Steph, I found myself preferring brunettes over blondes; then only choosing a woman that resembled Steph physically. I think I realized what I was doing but ignored it.

  Then, as the parade of women kept coming, I would close my eyes, pretending it was her under me. Then, it didn’t matter what they looked like. All that mattered was that my eyes were closed, and my imagination filled in the rest.

  Then last month, I just couldn’t get myself excited to be with any of the women. I told myself I was just getting tired of sex all the time, but I would recall Steph, and my cock would get hard. Celibacy began to be my norm. Besides, my career was taking off, and I had more shows than ever, including some TV appearances.

  Maybe I was evolving as my career evolved. I don’t know. All I knew is I was interested in a different woman every night.

  I knew I needed to see Steph, talk to her about that night that I couldn’t stop thinking about. I had thought back to that night so many times, scrutinizing why she was so upset with me.

  I know one of the reasons was my comment about the beer. I was embarrassed when Amanda, Steph’s mom, mentioned in passing about Steph’s 21st birthday party, and too bad I didn’t make it.

  I ran my fingers through my hair, aggravated that I had forgotten all about her birthday party. Not only did I forget and not show up, but I still didn’t remember when we saw each other that night after my show.

  Perhaps she saw a side of me that was ugly. Thinking only about myself and not thinking at all about others, because that is exactly what I did, what I had been doing.

  For the hundredth time, I told myself I needed to talk to her. I had to apologize to her. I glanced over at the clock. Almost 3am. I knew it was highly possible she was still awake. The old Steph would be, but how well did I know present day Steph?

  God, I wanted to know this new Steph, I thought achingly.

  If I could just see her, I was pretty sure that night took on a brilliance that wasn’t really there. How could it have been as good as I remembered?

  I glanced at my phone. I wanted to call her, and I had put it off for too long as it is.

  With a sigh, I picked up the phone and searched my contact list for her cell. I didn’t want to call the house phone. The idea of waking up our parents and explaining to them why I was calling Steph this late, when I hadn’t bothered calling her for months did not sound attractive.

  With determination to finally make the call, I touched her name on my phone and then immediately pressed the phone button. Holding the phone to my ear, I felt nervous as I listened to the phone ring.

  I was thinking she wasn’t going to answer, and I began thinking what I would leave for a message when she answered.

  “Hello?” she said and the sound of her husky voice caused my stomach to clench.

  “Steph? It’s me. Davis,” I said into the phone, my hand holding the phone so tight, I decided to put it on speaker phone, dropping the phone to the bed.

  “Davis? Is everything OK? Is Mom OK?” I heard her ask with fear in her voice.

  I was confused. She was at home with them. Wasn’t she?

  “They’re fine. Where are you?” I asked confused and suddenly not wanting to hear she was at a boyfriend’s house.

  God, I was an idiot. She probably is at her boyfriend’s house right now. Why wouldn’t she have a boyfriend? She was beautiful and intelligent and so god damned sexy.

  “In my apartment,” she said slowly.

  “What?” I said, feeling like a fool. Her apartment?

  I heard her laugh, but there wasn’t any humor in it at all. “That’s right. We haven’t spoken in months. “

  I was at a loss for words. “I didn’t know you moved out,” I said slowly.

  “No, I believe that.” She stopped, and then continued, her voice sounding harsh. “I moved out almost three months ago.”

  I know I was silent for a long time. “God Steph, I had no idea.”

  “Yeah, well, you’re busy now. And life goes on,” she said and I was sure I heard her voice break.

  I ached suddenly. I thought I cared about her, like a sister, and yet I had no idea what was happening in her life. Hell, now I didn’t know where she lived, if she had a boyfriend, if she was happy? All I knew was I had stopped thinking of her like a sister, and I wanted to know more about her.

  “Steph, I am so sorry. You are right. I have been busy.” I stopped and swallowed. “I want to take more time…with you, for us,” I started again.

  She sniffed, and said, “Davis, I don’t think you do.”

  I took a deep breath. “I do. I know it has taken me months to….To call you.”

  God, if I heard me, I would be doubtful too.

  “Can I stop in and see you please?” I said plaintively.

  She didn’t say anything for the longest time. I thought she might have hung up. When she did finally respond, her words cut me. “I don’t think there is any point.”

  “Steph, don’t we need to see each other to figure that out?”

  Her voice sounded so unsure when she said, “I don’t know.”

  I whispered, “Please. I am begging you.”

  “Davis, I don’t live anywhere near Atlanta anymore. I am sure you won’t have the time to see me. Why don’t you just tell me what you need to tell me and we can end this farce?” Her voice was sounding stronger, and I could tell she was starting to get angry.

  Ok, I knew I took my damned sweet time to contact Steph, and sure, that probably made me wrong. Sure, I tried calling the hou
se several times, in the hopes she would answer, but she never did. I knew I could have called her cell, but I didn’t, but I should have.

  But I wouldn’t back down. As I sat here alone on my bed, I wasn’t sure if what I felt with Steph had been real or just some overblown fantasy that I had embellished to the point that I thought every second of it was perfect.

  And it had felt perfect. Steph was real. I trusted her more than any woman I have ever met. I had always liked her, her presence calming yet invigorating. We just clicked, I guess.

  And so I had to trust that this thing between us was real. I had to pursue it, wherever it led. There was no going back to my old lifestyle. I had been there, done that and I had no desire to do it again. I had already blown it with taking my damned sweet time calling her, but in my defense, I hadn’t wanted to explore this thing with her unless I was confident it was what I wanted.

  I couldn’t treat her how I treated all the other women I had seen in my past. I wouldn’t sleep with her and then walk away, as I had done with faceless others. And besides, I wanted more than sex with Steph; a hell of a lot more.

  “God damn it Steph, I may have taken the long way around, but I know there is something between us! Honestly, I wasn’t ready for it months ago. But you are all I can think of, and we need to find out what this thing between us is!”

  I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I felt my hands shaking, and all I could do was await her response.

  CHAPTER 3-STEPH

  My hands were white from holding the phone to tightly, my hand sweating against my phone.

  Oh my God, I thought. Oh my God.

  I still couldn’t control the shaking of my hand, no matter how hard I squeezed the phone.

  I was speechless. Why is he calling me now, months and months after that night, saying he couldn’t stop thinking about me? It made no sense.

  “You expect me to believe almost four months later, you can’t stop thinking about me and that night?” I snorted in disbelief.

  I waited for his response, but there was only silence.

  “Answer me honestly Davis. Did you fuck anyone in the last four months?” I know I sounded harsh, but I already knew the answer to that question. I knew him. He hadn’t changed.