Rock Hard Envy - Part 2 (6 page)

“Yeah, that would be great Monica,” I said. She shook her head and smiled before going to have the valet fetch James’ truck. “So where are we getting dessert?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” James said cryptically. More of his flair for the dramatic.

~~~

A little while later, James eased his pickup onto a secluded beach and parked just beyond the reach of the incoming surf. James got out and came around to help me down out of the cab. He set me in the sand and James began to undress. I followed his lead and soon we were both naked. James grabbed a blanket out of his back seat and laid it on the beach near his truck.

“Is it legal to park down here?” I asked though I really didn’t care.

“Probably not. Hell, some photographer is probably snapping nudie pictures of us right now from the cliffs or maybe that cargo ship out there,” James said pointing at the long ship easing past us probably on its way to Long Beach. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

“You wish. You’d probably buy them from him,” I joked.

“I got the real thing sitting right here,” James replied and leaned into kiss me as his big strong arm slid behind me. I let James push me down onto my back and crawl on top of me. His tongue explored my mouth as his hands roamed my naked body. I had to admit, I was enjoying being on the beach, nude and exposed. It was very exciting and the thought of being caught made it all the better.

“Fuck me! I need you inside me, James,” I said. He smiled that devilish smile as he eased his hard shaft into my hot, wet pussy. I couldn’t get enough of James and his rock hard cock. He began to thrust, slowly at first but building in speed and force. My own hips met his and I could feel the tension building already. I looked up at James and he stared back. It was just the two of
us, no Fraulein, no record company and no Sylvia. I could almost imagine the two of us were on an island alone and free from the complications of daily life.

“You’re so damned sexy, little girl,” James said as we writhed as one while the surf pounded against the beach. He bent his head to kiss me as he pushed me over the edge. I tensed as an orgasm stole my breath. My hands dropped to the blanket and my fingers dug into the sand beneath. James rose onto his knees and took my hips in his big, strong hands as I cried out.

“This is so thrilling and you feel so good!” I screamed as the climax rolled through me like the waves on the beach. James hammered away at me but I saw that grisly beard and as my orgasm waned I begged, “Eat me. I love the way that beard feels.” James laughed and pulled from me. I sat up and he bent between my thighs and began to suck on my clit. “You eat pussy like a fucking rock star!” I said as I grabbed his head and held it between my legs. James chuckled but his tongue and lips never stopped tormenting my swollen nub. His beard never stopped tickling my soft folds and inner thighs.

I felt another climax coming and just before it hit me, James slipped two fingers into me and found that special spot. I arched my back as I took James’ free hand and began sucking his fingers. I held his muscular forearm for dear life as the delicious spasms coursed through me. I moaned and giggled as James took me from one wondrous orgasm and right into the next. However, he had something special in mind. As I shook and writhed from the pleasure, James suddenly flipped me onto my hands and knees. I looked back expecting him to impale me with his thick shaft, but he just smiled at me.

For a moment, I thought he meant to slip his hard cock somewhere else but instead, James slipped two fingers into my pussy, rubbed my clit with his thumb and began to lick my ass. Oh, fuck! That was something new and incredibly amazing. I looked over my shoulder, watching James as his beard rubbed against my hot folds causing me to come harder than I had all evening. “Oh my God! That’s so good!” was all I could say as I was seized by a rush of sensation so intense it took my breath away. I bucked and shuddered as the orgasm raged within, finally screaming wildly as it released me.

James wasn’t finished yet, however. His lips and tongue worked magic between my ass cheeks. His fingers drove into me with force and his thumb worked at my clit.
Oh, and that fucking incredible beard! It tickled my pussy and together the sensations sent me into a momentary fit of hysteria. I screamed and wailed as the intolerable bliss filled me and threatened to drive me mad. This would have been naughty enough in James’ bedroom but here on the beach in the open, it was deliciously dirty. It became so intense that I pulled away from James, flipped to face him and tried to catch my breath. James only laughed. He knew what that would do to me and he was rather pleased with himself.

Without a word, I knew what was next. He stood and I got to my knees, took his cock between my lips and swallowed every inch of him. My hands held his hard ass as I fucked the sexy rock star with my mouth. James took a handful of my hair and used it to control my rhythm as I found his eyes. I let him use me as he wanted, more than happy to serve him. It wasn’t long, however, and James growled, stiffened and unleashed. His warm orgasm filled my mouth and I dutifully swallowed every precious drop as his hand let go of my hair and he stroked my head instead.

I milked every last bit of his orgasm with my hand and then sucked and licked any of the remaining treat from James’ still erect cock. When James was satisfied, he pulled his cock away from me, dropped to his knees and took me in his arms. His lips found mine and our tongues tussled between our lips. The fact he had just come in my mouth and he had pleasured my back door made it seem that much sexier. James was definitely rubbing off on me. After a moment, James pulled back and stared into my eyes. I saw something there, something deep and meaningful just beyond, but it never coalesced into words.

We stayed there on the beach until after the sun had sunk into the Pacific. We didn’t talk. We just sat, me in James’ sturdy, warm embrace, enjoying the evening, the solitude and the peace and quiet. James had retrieved a cigar from the truck and smoked it as we enjoyed the evening. It was perfect. Nothing could intrude on that little beach and for a while, James and I were alone in the world. However, all good things must end and as it grew dark, we returned to the real world. I hoped everything would work out for the best and things would go smooth, but it wasn’t to be.

~
7~

I gave the licensing office a couple of days before I called to verify they had received the packet I’d overnighted to their office in San Francisco. I knew how these things went but I hoped a call and a little gentle urging from me might help. I could be pretty persuasive when I wanted.

“Sorry, what was the name again,” the women on the other end asked.

“Simone Navarro,” I replied patiently. The woman put me on hold for the third time, presumably to check for my packet somewhere else. Five minutes later, she came back on the line.

“I can’t seem to find it. Sorry, Ms. Navarro,” she said. I tried very hard to keep my temper under control.

“I overnighted the package on Monday. It should have been there on Tuesday morning. I verified it was delivered with delivery service,” I told her. Again.

“I know. Oh wait, I didn’t look in Mr. Thompson’s office. He could be reviewing it. Hold on,” the
woman said. She seemed nice enough so I couldn’t really get mad at her. A moment later, the woman came back, “Yes, he has it. I’m going to transfer you to his line.” Another short wait on hold and then a man, Mr. Thompson I assumed, answered.

“Ms. Navarro? I’m looking at your application right now. I must tell you that it seems to be rather incomplete. I can’t possibly approve it in this state,” he said.

“What? My lawyer and I went through it several times, tripled checked to make sure it was complete and accurate,” I complained.

“Well, what I’m looking at is far from complete or accurate. I will be mailing the package back to you with some suggestions. Sorry, but I can’t help you without a complete package,” he told me.

“I don’t understand,” I said but he had already hung up. What the heck? It couldn’t be that tough and Ernest helped me. We followed the instructions to the letter. I wondered what could be missing but until I could see the package, I was stuck. As if that news wasn’t enough, just as I hung up my phone Sylvia walked into the room.

“Sounds like you’ve managed to fuck things up pretty good,” she said as she joined me in James’ living room. She was a sports tank that left her flat stomach exposed and boy shorts that barely covered her ass.

“I see you’re in your underwear again,” I replied as I stood up to leave. I tried as hard as I could to avoid spending any meaningful time around Sylvia.

“If you can’t even do your job, I wonder what reason James would have for keeping you around,” she said. Bitch!

“I guess you’d know about getting kicked to the curb by James, wouldn’t you?” I asked. I could be bitchy too, especially where Sylvia was concerned.

“You think you’re pretty special don’t you? You think you’re the
first? There’s a whole string of naive, young girls like you who thought they were something special because they were dating a rock star. You’re not the first and you definitely won’t be the last. Personally, I give you another month. Then James will go out on tour, he’ll meet some groupie and fuck her cute little brains out then you’ll be history,” Sylvia said laughing and I walked away. I tried my hardest to let her hurtful words go, but they hit me right where I lived.

I hurried upstairs to James’ room, closed the door and sat on the bed. I still had those nagging feelings about James and me. I wondered why a man who could have any girl he wanted would want me. James told
me why and I believed him, but that didn’t stop the noise. He said it was precisely because I wasn’t a groupie, I wasn't after him because he was famous and wealthy, that he was attracted to me. In fact, I wasn’t after him at all. He pursued me.

But
as hard as I tried, Sylvia’s words festered. They spoke of my fears and insecurities. James made no secret of how he felt about me but that was a double-edged sword. He had never said the words. I hadn’t either. Every day it was harder and harder to resist the truth. I was falling in love with James. I hoped he was falling in love with me. But for a man like him, that wore his heart on his sleeve, James not saying the words made me wonder. Sylvia’s comments brought the negative thoughts that I normally could dismiss right to the forefront.

James was gone for the day and I had to get out of the house. I had to get away from Sylvia and her poisoned tongue. I was going to go home in the morning anyway, so I called James. He didn’t
answer, which I was counting on, but I left a message. I told him Josie wanted to hang out so I was going home early. Our arrangement was pretty casual and I came and went as I wanted so this wouldn’t seem out of the ordinary. That was good, because I didn’t want to talk to James. I was afraid what I might say. I was more afraid, however, of what he might say in response.

~~~

Girl, you need to stop listening to her. Tommy told me she’s a real piece of work,” Josie said as we sucked down Vietnamese noodles and smoothies amongst the clamor of the small eatery.

“I know. It’s like she can read my mind and then she says exactly the right thing to make all my stupid fears come alive. God, I wish she would just leave!” I said and took a drink of my smoothie as if that would make it all better.

“Maybe you should lay down the law with James. Tommy told me he feels bad for her and has always had a soft spot for her sob stories. But if she’s coming between you two then…,” Josie advised.

“I guess I should. James is going to be home tomorrow. I’ll go over and have a talk with him,” I said and then added, “So how are you and Tommy doing?”

“Oh, he surprised me the other night. He came over and took me out the movies and dinner, like a real date,” Josie reported.

“That’s cool. So, did you get any?” I asked. Josie smiled and I knew the answer before she told me.

“Yeah, we did it. I was so frustrated after last Saturday, I jumped his bones and we went at it like porn stars. Oh wait, like rock stars. It was awesome,” she told me. I was happy for her but a little envious. It wasn’t as if James and I had real relationship problems, but I resisted him when he came on to me and it seemed ever since we’d been running into one thing or another. Victoria, then Sylvia and now my damn license. But that was life and it certainly wasn’t Josie’s fault.

“I’m happy for you. Really, I am,” I said. Josie smiled and we went about finishing our noodles and smoothies. I’d never had a bad thought about James and I, but now I wondered if it was all too good to be true. Maybe all the angst and obstacles would make us stronger but what if it ripped us apart instead. I wasn’t foolish enough
to actually believe Sylvia, but she still fed my doubts. I’d been so happy with James and I wanted that to continue so badly. For the first time, I wondered if it could.

I knew that was stupid and I hated myself for even entertaining the idea. Things would get better. They had to, right? Besides, James and I were still rock solid amongst all the turmoil around us. I tried to focus on that. All the other stuff going on was unimportant compared to James and me. He is all that really mattered and I needed to remember that. I was determined to get at least one bad thing out of our lives. I was going to do all I could to remove Sylvia from the equation.