A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) (22 page)

“Tr
istan I never witnessed a pissing contest before”

“
Get use to it”

“Oh he’s harmless”

“That fool fancies you”

“I think you set him straight”

“So I’m an old friend am I?” his wicked smile is nagging and it always makes me sarcastic.

“
Until you prove otherwise” I smirk back at him as I sip my glass of vodka.

“I can see you are not going to make this easy for me are you
Aria” he is sexy and seductive, which I have to admit he is always sexy and seductive, nothing new there.

“Like you have ever made anything
easy on me!” I feel anxious but I don’t know why.

“
Well Miss Macy you are as ever challenging, stimulating but challenging none the less, shall we take our seat?” I smile at him and take his arm as he leaves our empty glasses with one of the waiters. What did I always say about him

‘
born to please and taught to tease’
now even more so sure of himself as I shake my head.

Tristan a
nd I are seated in the last row on the right there are several seat from the wall to the isle and we are the two on the isle, Tristan takes the aisle and I am next to him.

“Aria this has been great spending time with you” he looks so sincere, I know he is up to no good, just lo
ok at him he is
dressed to kill
.

“I have to say you are quite entertaining”
I go for light banter, keep him guessing.

“Does this mean you are having a good time?”

“When have we not had a good time together?”

He kisses my hand and places it in his lap, the hair on my neck is standing up, I feel his erection beneath my hand.
Oh no!
I am getting aroused myself, he knows exactly what he is doing this self-centered bastard. I try to remove my hand and he tightens his grip, he is not going for that. Oh what to do, well at least the house lights are low the concert master is going on about tonight’s festivities and what a great time we are in for, jeez he’s got that right! I’m pinned to my seat as sex for brains is a growing boy beneath my hand.

Tristan puts his right arm
around me and he pulls me close. We look every bit the adoring couple enjoying the show, as we cuddle and k-noodle.

“See what you do to me baby” he is so bad
, this sex crazed mad man sitting next to me.

“You are just full of surprises tonight aren’t you Mr. Bach
?”

“
I’m under your influence Aria” my attention is directed up front as Rod Stewart takes the stage and the crowd cheers and goes crazy for him he starts with
Night and day
I would applaud him but I have my hands full at the present time!

T
he orchestra is wonderful as the melody fills the air and Rod’s raspy voice delivers, he is sexy in his tuxedo and sings as if he is making love, I can see how women fall for him, he is what in his sixties, wow, his sex appeal has not faded or diminished over the years, and then I am brought back to my sexy beast next to me… ok he wants to play I’ll play with him, I lean into the crook of his arm the music is a seduction its sets the scene as my fingers fondle Tristan’s ever growing erection. He smiles and we look at one another as the lyrics surround us both
“
Night and day you are the one”
our unspoken words to one another. My lips are at Tristan’s ear, he smells divine.

“Are you going to behave yourself this e
vening? Or am I going to have my wicked way with you?” His eyes light up and his smile is the same, enigmatic as ever, he always teases me with sex, as I feel his breath on my ear he whispers.

“Oh I get a choice? I take option number two”
I shake my head at him slightly, I don’t know what comes over me if it’s the music or him in that tux but I continue with my persecution. Tristan wanted to
come
here tonight so I think it’s fitting that he should!

I am merciless in my assault
on him my nimble fingers know no bounds when I am around him, he may have started it but I sure as hell will finish it.

I lean over and nibble on his ear and I am relentless as I fondle him beneath my hand, his sexy smile says it all he is going
to come tonight right here right now, I even get so bold as to tug his zipper down and suddenly he brings my hand to a halt and rubs my knuckles as he lifts my hand to his warm soft lips, he kisses my hand as he puts my pinky finger in his mouth and sucks on it, I am going to combust! Shit I may come before he does! Our eyes are locked on one another, it’s like we are in our own world, well naughty world that is.

Was he surprised
how audacious I have become? I lean over and whisper in his ear.

“Y
ou know I would have made you come…” his lips are at my ear.

“
Ladies first” oh he is so playful and challenging.

“
You, naughty, naughty, boy ”I feel his smile against my ear

“You are my
Naughty Marietta
” I smile up at him, he looks so beautiful and sexy, this was his name for me when he started with the sexual innuendo and I called him on it or challenged him or shocked the hell out of him, I was always his
naughty Marietta.

Tristan holds
my hand as we compose ourselves, I know how I riled him up, he is putty in my hands so to speak but does he have any idea how he drives me crazy? Funny how he and I have spent hours listening to music together, he would find any reason to pull me into his arms, I smile as the songs that Rod Stewart croons are the melodies that he romanced me with all those years ago, is that why we are here? I just know I have never been as happy as I am right now.

“Aria I have
always found bits and pieces of you in the music that I love” ok now he is purposely driving me crazy as he tells me what I was thinking.

Rod pull
s us from our moment as the crowd roars with cheers and elations as he talks with the audience about how he started singing standards for about ten years or so, it was a project near and dear to his heart and I just love that he has introduced this music to a whole new generation, he starts
Time after time
the
lyrics of these familiar tunes fill the air and echo off this magnificent hall, his arrangements are killer, the orchestra adds that wonderful fill from the violins to the brass section and hell when you have five basses delivering at the same time it is glorious, stupendous, the music just touches your soul, we finally calm and enjoy the rest of the concert.

All of a sudden after a little banter with Rod and the orchestra
as they joke about soccer and what not that is Rod’s passion I think, he starts his rendition of
The nearness of you
The Audience applauds, Tristan whispers in my ear something delicious.

“D
ance with me!” 

It is dark under the balcony
he takes my hand and pulls me into his arms, as we disappear into the darkness. I go willingly, one hand on his shoulder the other he holds so dear. his lips are at my ear, my blushing cheek against his clean shaven face, he holds me tight and whispers the lyrics
‘it’s not the pale moon that excites me that thrills and excites me oh no it’s just the nearness of you’
He just hit my sweet spot, the sound of his deep voice, being in his arms, I have never been romanced like this before. He holds me tight and dips me low, as his lips are at my neck as he kisses me so. I am exploding inside at his touch, I have wanted this man to show up for so long, now he is here and I want it all at once.

The song ends he pulls away and bends down and kisses me gently, I don’t fight him, I don’t resist, I give him
carte blanche
and he deepens the kiss and pulls me close as he kisses me and kisses me and KISSES ME.

“D
o you want to get some air?”

I nod as some version of yes and he takes my hand, the lobby houses the bar we grab a drink and head outside to get some air. The bustle of traffic fills the night
air as cars race up and down Euclid Avenue, across the street is University Hospital, up from there is Lakeview Cemetery where all the infamous are buried, oh like James A. Garfield, Eliot Ness, and such notables as John D. Rockefeller and the list goes on and on.

I take Tristan’s hand as
we walk down the steps and stroll over to the grounds across the street where our fountain is. We walk arm and arm drinking vodka from plastic cups, we make our way to the fountain that is the center piece of the Cleveland Art Museum grounds.

“
Aria, remember how we wanted to go back in time and see Sammy, Dean and Frank”

“Wow I can’
t believe you remember that!”

“Aria I think we were both born in the wrong era”

“Yeah I always thought we were kindred spirits” we walk along the huge pond as the swans float on the water. This park is so beautiful with all the columns and stone work, the steps that lead down from the street, it’s like you escape from the hustle and bustle of the city, we always hung out here at night, it was dark, secluded we fell in love here.

“Aria there was so much
that we wanted to do, so many plans we made that never panned out”

“I believe reality hit and damped all of that” he
looks hurt that I shot him down, he says nothing as we walk up the steps to the art museum and gaze down at our fountain.

“A flowing sea o
f memories”

“Mr. Bach, too much for you
to handle?” he smirks at my remarks as we gaze at our fountain.

It is a massive
structure, all cream marble adorned with angels, the water shoots up high and flows over the cherubs that create this soothing sound as the water cascades down the marble, it’s a beautiful work of art, the lights at night are breathtaking green and blues against the night sky.

Tristan sits on the wall by the steps as he pulls me between his legs as I sit on his lap he wraps his arms around
me and this is home to me.

The
soft splash of the water reminds us of our time here, we always use to escape from the world grab a bottle of vodka and head here and relax. Talking and drinking and getting to know one another, feeding the ducks and falling in love, it seems like a lifetime ago, but it did happen as the images haunt me from all those years ago, me in his arms him always pushing the envelope on sex, a perplexing notion not much has changed, our attraction has not faded with time, I don’t know if that is a comfort or a curse.

“A
re you cold?” his lips are at my ear.

“N
o I’m fine” he hold me close and it just feels so right.

“Aria I have not been here since you and I were
last here” I turn and look at him.

“I wish you would have, I spent a lot
of time on these steps, scribbling everything down in a journal, trying to make sense of it all, this was the only place where I could be alone with my thoughts of you”

“Oh Aria, what I have thrown away because of my foolishness”

“You know after you left I took a poetry class right over there” as I point to an old brown brick building with a Tudor second floor it is an annex for the arts here.

“Really I never knew you wrote poetry?”

“I never knew I did either, I mean I just had so much inside of me, emotions, thoughts, desires, grievances, the class was an outlet, so when I took the poetry class here I met Mr. Jean Bouchard, he was a great professor from France, who also teaches at Case Western Univ. he showed me how to organize my thoughts how to open up and put my feelings down on paper, well when I finally put pen to paper it just started flowing out of me, I scribbled and doodled and wrote it all down, and it was all consuming and very therapeutic, I finally had a place where I could get it all out and that way I didn’t have to think about it every second of the day in fear that I would forget one minute point or one miniscule thought”

“I would like to read you poetry Aria”
he looks at me with sincere eyes.

“I don’t have them anymore, after a few months
of me pouring my heart out in my poetry class my instructor started getting too close for comfort, it started getting awkward in class and I started feeling uncomfortable with him hovering around me so I quit” Tristan looks at me very angry with stern words.

“Did anything happen
between you and him?” I roll my eyes, how could he think that of me, are ya kidding me, jeez he will never change will he, he always thought if I wasn’t sleeping with him I sure as hell was in someone else’s bed.

“
No Tristan I was heartbroken, I poured out my inner most thought into my writing assignments he gave us and well, I was in no position to deal with his attentions and I knew his intentions were less than honorable”

“So you just stopped writing?”

“That and I just stopped going to his class, I wasn’t looking for a relationship I just wanted a place where I could sit and spend time with my memories of you and not be judged or ridiculed for having them”