Meeting #01

"You gonna invite them up? John's been winkin and lickin his lips quite inventively."

"That's because he doesn't know any better." I laughed. "If you wanna play with him, in your fashion, you don't need my blessing or my assistance. You do have your own room here, y'know."

"I know, but it is your place. And he's your friend. One who's been helping you build this place up. I don't want to fuck that up for you."

"You can't. Only I can...and I won't."

My gaze drifted back to the cowboy, appreciatively checking out his quite fine ass, his broad back. John bounced into my line of vision, bumping into the cowboy, who looked, laughed, chatted with John warmly, and bought him another shot. Smiling down at John, as he watched me, chatting amiably to Cowboy, I nodded, seeing his plan, finally recognizing who Cowboy was. "I think tonight is going to be quite interesting, Jet. John's definitely up to no good, which will probably be a fantastic boom for the place but I think something else is brewing too."

"Oh crap. I hate it when you go all mystical and shit on me...it creeps me out."

"I know, sorry. Let's go get a drink." I grinned. Her face lit up with her grin, blossomed. I laughed to myself at the experiences ahead for John, knowing he was up to the challenge of Jet.

We rode down to the bar floor in my private elevator, which opened directly beside the dance floor, wiggled our way to the bar, caught Mickey's attention immediately. Since he knew our drink preferences, drinks appeared almost instantaneously. Never fails to astound me how deferential people become to you when you employ them, when you give them a chance, an opportunity to become more, to aspire to more.

Cowboy had his back to us, completely blocking John out, and only Kenny's head and shoulders were visible over his shoulder. I sighed thinking to myself, my, what a big one he is. Jet nudged me, handed me a napkin. I grinned, an old joke between us. I nodded in the men's direction, her grin broadened into her prowling grin, as she nodded back.

Standing room only is both a blessing and a curse. We wiggled through the throng, moving closer and closer. I could almost feel the predatory waves coming off Jet in front of me. We moved into Kenny's vision and he barreled through the crowd to grab me up in his warm embrace.

"Just how many of my customers did you just trample?" I laughed as he hugged me tight.

"Don't care. Missed my little sister." He breathed into my neck before he set me back on my feet. People made a path for us as he led us back to John and Cowboy. After hugs of greeting with John, he introduced us both to Cowboy. I felt an intense zing go through me when he kissed my hand. I knew by his eyes, he had felt it too. Kenny introduced his flavor of the moment, Kris, who was so unlike his usual flavors, I was impressed. We all chatted amiably, enjoying each other's company for a while.

"Dance with me?" Cowboy asked his breath warm in my ear. His face was close enough I could see the warm honey flecks in his deep brown eyes. I nodded letting him lead me to the dance floor.

His arms encircled me with warmth as he led me along. I breathed deep of his scent, sandalwood and some forest pine scent that began drugging me. He snuggled me close as another couple danced closer. Feeling his body against mine, filling his hollows with my curves was even more intoxicating than his scent. His hand, low on my back, stroked with the beat of Santana's Love of my Life, leading, guiding me effortlessly, matching step for step. When our eyes would meet, I couldn't help but smile, the joy of having a talented dancer slide and swing me around.

He let the sensuousness bleed into our dance, letting his hands glide and stroke over my body, setting me spinning and whirling, laughing, wanting more. Our dance became flirtation, became foreplay. I think I saw Jet swing by with John before I noticed that all the others had pulled back to let us dance.

His smile was joyful as he spun me into a sensual embrace and out again to dangle at his fingertips, to gaze back and see his eyes darken with want. Spinning, dipping, whirling, his arms strong, his steps sure, his hands finding those spots to tantalize, to caress, to inflame, to enfold. Everyone crowded around the dance floor clapped when the song and our dance ended. His lips met mine softly, gently. So briefly, but with such impact, I swear my toes curled then.

We regrouped, found a horseshoe booth and piled in. More drinks, appetizers appeared, were drained and demolished. We trooped upstairs before the bar closed, bringing bottles with us. The dartboard was opened, tips sharpened, missiles tossed, practice claims rang in my living room. Teams were set Jet and John, Kris and Kenny, and me and Cowboy, 601 was the game. We laughed, drank, danced, flirted. Kenny and Kris left after the first game, snuggling and making goo-goo noises at each other. Jet and John began a 301 tourney, using the game as foreplay. Cowboy kept his hands on me, stroking everywhere, until he maneuvered me into my kitchen, backed me up against the fridge.

"I want to kiss you again." He whispered against my lips. His were soft, gentle. My hands slid over his chest, up around his neck, pulling him closer until our bodies were melting together. His tongue teased mine, his teeth nibbled at my bottom lip. His hands gripped and kneaded my ass cheeks, pulling my heat tight against his, grinding hotly into me. I wrapped a leg around his waist, feeling his fingers slide under the hem of my panties, slide into my hot wetness, feeling his other hand, squeezing my breast, pinching lightly at my nipple. Hunching together on my fridge, grinding together, setting each other ablaze, I felt seventeen again, horny as hell. I don't remember why we broke apart, we were panting heavily, gazing amazedly at each other.

I took his hand, led him through to my bedroom, and closed the door behind us on Jet's husky laugh. I leaned back on the door, watching him, wanting him. He held out his hand, I took it, felt myself pulled to him, felt myself melt against him. He slid my shirt from my shoulders, barely touching my skin, stoking my blaze even higher. He watched as it slid to the floor, watched the straps of my bra, the whole of my bra fall. His hands cupped my breasts, held them, massaged them, made love to them with his mouth, nipping and nibbling, driving me wild.

I ran my hands over his chest, pulling his shirt off, through his hair as he sucked and nipped at me. I reveled in his ministrations, writhed as his fingers stroked and explored, whimpered as his mouth continued its assault. He slid me onto my bed, moving me like a precious object, cradling me. His mouth travelled down, leaving my breasts hot and tight, travelling over my stomach, to dive into my mound.

His tongue swirled around my clit, through my juices, his fingers slid inside to the rhythm of my heartbeat. Again, the orgasm he gave me ripped through my whole body, arching my back off the bed, tightening my thighs around his shoulders. Still, he devoured me, bringing another right on the heels of the first, making me buck and squirm wildly. He lifted his face from me, I saw his mouth and chin covered with my own juices, and he was smiling, licking his lips. He crawled slowly up my body, nipping and nibbling along my stomach, my ribs, my breasts again. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh, pressing against my sopping hole, sliding along in my wetness.

"Are you ready for me?" he whispered over me. He was gently rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit, slithering through my slipperiness.

"Oh, yes...yes, I am." My hands ran up those massive arms, gripping his shoulders as he slid inside me, filling my hole inch by inch. I felt him throbbing inside me as he sank root deep into me, as his dick-tip rubbed deliciously against my button deep within. He rose up over me, pumping slowly all the way out, balls deep. I heard my own moans growing with every long stroke. He shifted my legs from his waist to his shoulders and plowed deeper, speeding up, pistoning rougher, harder. My brain was off, gone and all that was left was my body, rising and thumping with his, in time with his.

"Look at me." I heard. My eyes would barely open, but I looked at him, looked into his eyes. His eyes were locked on mine, his face in a grimace as he thrust harder and harder. "Mine. Nobody will ever possess you like this, will ever give you such release, and will ever make you come like this." I couldn't tear my gaze away, even had I wanted to. He rode me rougher, thrusting madly into me, bringing me with him as he drove us both over the climax cliff. I drifted, warm and secure beneath him, into a soft pastel world of satisfaction.

I woke sometime later as he slid into me again. His hands caressed my body softly, making my whole body awaken to him. My hands roamed over him, touching everywhere I could reach. He nibbled my finger as I traced his lips, making me grin. His mouth journeyed over my face, dropping light kisses on my eyelids, my cheeks, before claiming my mouth, before making love to it.

Sensuousness this time, letting the feeling of impending orgasm build slowly between us. Long slow strokes, from just under my armpit to my hip and back, teasing lightly at my nipple with a fingertip. When my body couldn't help but respond, when it couldn't stop itself from rising, from rubbing, his tempo sped up. Just enough to unleash the primal want, to break the cage of my passion.

Two wild animals took over, thrashing, thumping, thrusting. It became a battle, to watch who would surrender, to see who finally gave in and came. I rose over him, riding him, feeling his hands grasping my breasts, gripping my hips, as I bounced on him, as I ground on him. He got a grip around my waist and flipped us over, took control. He pinned my hands over my head, pounded into me. I watched his eyes as they deepened, as they became fierce, as they went blind with his own release.

I could feel his heart hammering just above my own, heard his breathing just as heavily panting as mine own was. Gently I skimmed my fingertips over his back, his shoulders, through his hair. He turned his face to me, gazing down at me, his expression a mix of exhaustion and excitement. "We'll kill each other soon enough I think."

"You mean we'll fuck each other to death? I don't know about..." I grinned, gasped as he pumped into me, setting off another aftergasm.

"I do. I can't get enough of you." He grinned down at me. "I come inside you and all I want to do is do it again and again. Watching you as I ride you is like a drug for me. Your face shows me everything when I'm in you. When your blush rises up your throat, when you bear your teeth at me..." I had to laugh at that. "When you're at that moment and your eyes are hazed over with ecstasy, but you're still watching me..." he yawned, his jaw cracking. He shifted, rolled over dragging me on top of him. I laid my head on his chest, feeling all those little flares going off in my body and ignoring them to swamp myself in him. I don't remember falling asleep. I woke to a note on his pillow.

"If I didn't have to be in San Antonio this afternoon, I'd still be in your bed, in you. I'll replace what I took, so keep watch for a package. I've left my private number, call if you want to. Believe me when I say I'll be thinking of you...an awful lot. K" I read it twice, feeling the afterquakes of incredible sex, aftergasms, ripple through my body, wishing he was here, wondering what he had taken. Lazily, I got up, put on my robe, collected up my clothes, minus my panties, tossed them in the hamper and went in search of coffee. John sat at my kitchen table, looking fresh as a daisy, sipping coffee.

"Good mornin' darlin'. Sleep good?" he said with a grin.

"Sleep? What's that?" I grinned back at him, as I poured my first cup, sipped. "That's not coffee."

"Yes, actually it is. Not everyone drinks mud like you do."

"It's not mud, it's just really strong. I need really strong..."

"You know he's still technically married, right?" John interrupted, as I was dumping the weak brew down the drain. I stood still, frozen.

"Yeah, I figured he was." I finally answered, getting coffee and expresso from my fridge, refilling the basket, the carafe, setting my special mix to brew. "I'm not..."

"He's never strayed before...but then again, it's gotten a whole lot worse for him this last year. He's been living close to his horses, in the tack room actually, for the past six months. His kids are grown. He had the paperwork filed by his lawyer, just last month. His lady has begun another affair with one of the townies, one of her high school reunion buddies, a divorce lawyer, no less. At least this time, she'll use him instead of being used."

"How do you know all this?" I asked, pouring my first cup of the real stuff. I sat across from him, watched as he rolled a cigarette, always amazed at how flexible his fingers were.

"It filters through the whole society. One person hears it, passes it on until it gets to its intended target. Shit like this goes through everybody. Plus, he's a gold mine for the tabloids."

"So, what's he doing about it? Have you heard that yet?" I asked as he lit up.

"Other than filing, nothing more he can do, right now. I'd keep you out of it, as he would. Others won't, if they find out, so my sweet girl, keep it mum." He rose, went to my fridge, and started pulling out breakfast makings.

I thought about what he'd said. I'd be a mistress, the hated "other" woman. Did I want him enough to ignore that, if it ever became public? Then again, since she's the one already cheating, did I even matter into the equation? Could I handle that kind of shitstorm?

"Whatcha making?" Jet asked in a sleepy mumble.

"Breakfast, darlin'. Want coffee?" John answered her, kissing her forehead as she poured a cup.

"Call me when it's ready. I'm going for a shower." I said rising, as they began their morning cooing. I don't think they even heard me.

I reread his note. Wondering. And just why did he take my panties? I thought better under hot water, so I spun my shower on, straightened my sheets as the water got hot.

A soft buzzing caught my attention as I began disrobing. Under the edge of my bureau, I found my phone, buzzing. Two missed calls and three texts. I'd deal with the missed calls after my shower, but the texts I had to read. One from my daughter, I'd reply to later, the other two were from him. The first was a simple ramble, I'm in the air over Ohio, will reach San Antonio by early afternoon, be careful. The second was an extremely graphic replay of how he'd enjoyed munching on me like he had, and what he was going to do to me the next time, which he was already figuring out the when and where and not to worry my pretty little head about him, he was coming back. I was dazing off into space with an extremely goofy grin on my face, when Jet coughed from my doorway.

"You know your shower's running, right?"

"Uh-huh." No change.

"The bar's on fire."

"Uh-huh...wha...hey, what?"

"Oh, good something does get through that sex addled brain of yours." She laughed, sitting beside me, taking my phone, reading my text, gasped. "Holy motorboats! Wow!! Can I have him?"

"No! Give me that!" I said, snatching it from her hand. She was fanning her face, comically.

"I thought John was inventive! He's chump change compared to that. Whew!"

"So, what's up?" I asked, going in and shutting my shower off.

"I'm not quite sure. Something's definitely changed."

"You or me?"

"Both, I think." She looked worried, as she tried to find the words. Jet's never sure how to just take a relationship minute by minute. She's a planner.

"Well, shit."

"What do you think about being the other woman?"

"I don't know yet. I don't have a clue. Besides, she cheated on him first. All I know is last night was beyond everything I've ever had. I know I wanna do it again. I don't know what to think about that yet. I think best in the shower." I sat beside her on my bed.

"John wants me."

"Well, yeah."

"No, he wants me...to be in a monogamous relationship with him. Serious boyfriend girlfriend type shit."

"Well, what do you want?"

"I don't know. Go get in the shower and we'll think together. Talk it out, like back in college." I gave her a look. "You know I'm better off talking out shit like this." I dropped my robe as I stood up, walking nude into my bathroom. I ran the water, got the temp just right, climbed in. I let the heat pour over me, rewarming all the spots he'd reawakened, let it soak my hair, warm my brain.

"I don't think I like being the other woman. Unless she's like an uber-bitch, which she may be. She's a definite cheater so, who cares?"

"Someday, you're going to have to explain why you never read the tabloids. It's mostly crap but their investigators have been called to be witnesses in divorce cases of high profile celebs. Like this one."

"Explain...in detail."

"I'm getting there, chumly, I'm getting there. Three years ago, he started his own record biz, set it up in Nashville with all the other country peeps, spent too much time in Nashville, not enough time back home in West Buttbump, Texas, so Wifey takes a lover...or three. First, was a hand on their ranch, who pilfered a few of his antique guns along with about twenty five grand cash. She's gotten smarter with each new infidelity, moving up the ranks to toy with a divorce lawyer lately. He's kept it pretty quiet on his end. Never has been caught with another woman, well, until last night. Rumors of divorce filings were just the headlines Tuesday, so..."

"Crap." I muttered, dunking my head under the spray. My bar was just running in the black for the third quarter in a row. I had a few celebs that'd stop in, make some noise, get me some press, and bring me more customers. I heard her talking and pulled my head from the spray. "What?"

"God...Keep your head outta the water for a flippin moment couldja?" I heard her snarl, then sigh. "John saw a video of you and him dancing this morning...on the Today Show."

"WHAT?!!" I shrieked. National t.v. Oh, major crap.

"Chill, chill...it's being played off as a performance for his tour, for his new record. The actual press release said it might be used in one of the videos. I like him, he's pretty slick."

"Why? To protect me...and can I shampoo now?"

"Yes, shampoo...I don't think it's to protect you, or the bar. I think it's just...if he denied it, she'd have the lawyer sniffing around in no time, and the press release gives a viable excuse, no problem, no lawyer. Are you rinsing yet?"

"No, not yet, almost." I thought about his whole problem, whether or not I wanted to get involved, just how I felt about being the mistress. "I want to see him again, that much I know with certainty."

"Well, color me amazed. Duh!"

"Bite me. I think if we did get serious, I'd be able to handle it. For a while anyway. And if divorce is already in the works, well, I'm not the mistress but the new girlfriend"

"Ho!"

"Again, bite me."

"No, thanks you're a little on the chewy side for my taste, and you know how I feel about junk food. Seriously though, he's just about perfect for you."

"Which terrifies me...rinsing." I scrubbed and rinsed thinking of him, wondering, and dreaming some. I think I might've moaned a little, thinking of his text. I filled my palm with conditioner; spread it in, rubbing it from tip to root. "Alright, conditioners in. You and John."

"Yep, me and John. Incredible, mind blowing sex. He's an incredibly intense man, full of ideas to change the world, full of passion to make them happen. He asked me to marry him."

"What?! Last night?!"