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Living In Sin
By Trynia Merin and Jade
Disclaimer: KISS, Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons are real persons, and this story is not meant to harm or demean them in any manner. It is a work of fiction. Terri Mason and other characters are property of the author, © Trynia's Journies. Veronica is property of Paulswomyn, Shannon is property of Lady Demon, and Melissa is property of Jade. Rated R for sexual content and language, so no readers under 18 please.
Chapter 3
She pulled the black convertible into the driveway of her home behind the small red Mustang Convertible. They had already gotten there, she realized with embarrassment. She hadn't planned on stopping for dinner, so she had totally forgotten.
Quickly she rushed in, kicking off her shoes and carrying them as she stomped up to the front door. "Shit I hope they aren't pissed I wasn't there to meet them…" she muttered.
However, the sounds coming from the pool as she hit the front door were encouraging. She could hear laughter and music from within, and glanced sidelong to notice that Gene's Mercedes was in the driveway. Entering the main lobby she tossed her coat onto the rack and put her briefcase down. Terri wandered into the sitting room to see the DVD turned onto Dracula, and two women watching it entranced with a huge bowl of popcorn on the table in front of them.
"Shannon, I'm sorry I wasn't here to meet you…" Terri apologized moving up near them. Both women turned to see Terri, a look of delight on their faces.
"Hey Terri, it's okay! Gene was here to meet us, and he made us very welcome…" Shannon winked.
"How welcome?" Terri asked with a wink.
"Let's just say the house servants had a big hand. Shannon's just bragging," said the other, who was about Terri's size with long honey blond hair that hung around her attractive face.
"Hey, Melissa," Shannon said. "Dig the mistress of the house… lucky bitch she is!"
"Hey Melissa," Terri smiled, shaking Melissa's hand. "Welcome to our humble home…"
"Get out of here this place is amazing!" Melissa smiled. "My god I couldn’t' get Shannon to shut up about it on the way here!"
"I'm so sorry I wasn't here to meet you again," Terri apologized. "But I'm glad Gene made you feel at home. Speak of the devil, where is he?"
"Something about running off a new song," Melissa laughed. "Oh god you're one lucky woman!"
"Lucky, lucky bitch," Shannon shook her head with a grin. "You wouldn't mind sharing him one of these nights would you?"
"Shannon!" Melissa groaned, smacking her arm. "You are one walking hormone!"
"Hey, Gene and she already have something in common," Terri joked, and plopped down next to Shannon on the sofa. "Move over and don’t' hog the popcorn!"
"What about your man?" Melissa asked.
"He'll come find us," Terri grinned. Shannon passed her the popcorn, and she kicked off her shoes to relax and watch the rest of the movie.
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"I must say it's nice to have visitors," Terri said to the two girls in the kitchen late that night. "Sometimes this place gets to be a little empty now and again.
"So you don't mind us sneaking around late at night for a midnight snack?" Shannon asked. Already several pints of Bluebell Ice cream, provided by Melissa from down south were half-empty on the kitchen table. Next to a pint of Rocky Road by Ben and Jerry's, Terri's favorite brand.
"Hell no. I wouldn't have left the ice cream in a place you could find it, if I did," Terri laughed, and reached into the freezer to extract another few pints.
"You have got to try this one, Terri," Melissa beckoned her over to the quart of Bluebell. "From down south!"
"How did you get that here?" Terri asked.
"She brought it in the cooler," Shannon rolled her eyes. "Next to the Diet Coke…"
"This will blow my diet to hell, but who gives a damn," Melissa chuckled as Terri offered her the Tin Roof, in exchange for the Birthday Cake ice cream.
"You're a plus model?" Terri asked. "Right?"
"Yeah," Melissa nodded, tucking back a spoonful of Tin Roof while Terri worked on the Birthday Cake. Shannon dove into the Tequila mudslide flavor, licking her lips in sheer bliss.
"Better then sex," Terri joked. Shannon almost spit out her mouthful at these words.
"You're shitting me," Shannon spluttered, hand over her mouth.
"Gotcha," Terri winked.
"Oh you damn stinker!" Melissa laughed. "You had her going there!"
"Terri…" Shannon said wiping her mouth off. "I was gonna ask this, but I hope it doesn’t' seem too… crude…"
"Ask away. She's been with Gene so long I think her ears wouldn't burn," Melissa sighed. "Besides knowing you, you wouldn't let that stop you?"
"What do you want to ask?" Terri wondered, leaning forward.
"Well… it's about Gene. I was just wondering, and don’t' take this wrong…" Shannon took a deep breath. "Does the fact he sleeps with other women… bug you?"
"Shannon," Melissa groaned, expecting a backlash. Terri was very matter of fact as she took a deep breath.
"Well I knew that one was coming," Terri laughed softly. "Well, let's just say that I got used to other women trying to get into Gene's pants. But then I realized that's part of who he is. I can't change it. And what I get out of the relationship is worth far more then that."
"Is it? I mean it doesn't' bother you?" Melissa asked. "Really?"
"Really…" Terri nodded. "I love Gene, and he loves me. But there have been times he still has had his groupies…"
"Oh boy… and you don't mind it?" Shannon asked, a sparkle in her eye.
"Well, for him it's just sex. Good sex. Like most men, he separates sex from lovemaking. I can get both from Gene, but he only gives one or the other to the groupies. I have his heart, they get the other… advantages…"
"Wow," Shannon shook her head. "So you're telling me if I was to sleep with Gene… you wouldn't mind?"
"Shannon, shut up," Melissa smacked her arm. "Behave!"
"No that's an honest question," Terri reprimanded her gently. "I wouldn't mind anymore. Especially in light of recent events…."
"What do you mean?" Shannon asked, as Melissa peered curiously at Terri.
"Well, to tell you the truth, I have had my own 'flings' just like Gene. Granted they aren't so numerous as his, but they are flings all the same…"
"You're kidding me…" Shannon said.
"No way. Gene and I have an understanding…"
"Who did you 'swing' with?" Shannon asked.
"Bruce Kulick," said Terri. Melissa did a double take, and Shannon gave a slow smile.
"Holy… wow you really did have fun didn't you?" Melissa asked as Terri nodded.
"What was he like?" Shannon asked.
"Please tell us, you can't not tell us now you've dropped that bomb," Melissa urged. "It goes well with the ice-cream…"
"All right," Terri nodded. "You win. This happened in New York City, about two months ago when Gene and I were doing producing on Forever Sterling. I was selling a script for the Practice in NYC, and Gene was with Calen in Scotland… I missed Gene terribly, and I was going to meet him there after my two weeks were up, and we could spend time together…"
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New York City, two months ago:
Terri had a two-week hiatus away from Gene in Scotland during the filming of Forever Sterling. She had already been separated from Gene a whole week, and was due to meet him on the following Monday.
She happened to be staying at a hotel in Manhattan, not too far from the Electric Lady studios, and on a yen happened to venture down there one Saturday morning when she had free time.
Imagine her surprise when she saw someone familiar walking out of the studios toward a sizeable limousine.
"Bruce?" she asked, wandering up to him on the sidewalk. "What a surprise!"
"Terri!" he asked, setting his case down before the limo. He came over to me, his arms held out. "Great to see you, girl! Where's Gene?"
He folded Terri in a hug for a minute, then pulled back to ask, "What are you doing here? You're a long way from LA!"
"I'm here waiting for Gene," Terri announced, taking his hand and pressing it. "I should ask you what are you doing here? This is a nice surprise…"
"Union's laying down a few tracks," Bruce told her, glancing anxiously at the waiting limo for a moment, then back to Terri. "I'm here till Sunday with the rest of the guys…"
"Where are you staying?" Terri asked.
"Marriott…"
"That’s not far. I'm in the Sheraton… I had some time off so I thought I'd come see where KISS cut some of their famous albums. And then you're here! Odd coincidence…"
"When are you meeting Gene?" Bruce asked, taking him arm.
"Not till Monday morning…" Teri answered, feeling a shiver of electricity pass between them. Especially when his dark eyes fixed on her for a moment, before wandering back to the studio.
"Say, do you have to be somewhere?" Bruce asked.
"Not really. Want to do dinner?"
"Love to. Just tell the driver and me where…" he laughed, opening the limo door.
"My hotel's not too far, if you want to have dinner there… they have a nice restaurant."
"Oh you can't go to New York and not hit a local restaurant," Bruce winced. "C'mon, pick a place along the way and we'll have the driver drop us there…"
"Sounds intriguing…"
"It's an adventure," Bruce laughed, as he closed the door and settled into the seat next to Terri.
Both found a nice little eatery in the Village, and had a nice dinner of Italian food. Conversation gave way to laughter and before they knew it, three hours had passed. They didn't want to stop their conversation, so Bruce suggested they could go back to her hotel for a drink. He was surprised and delighted when she invited him up to her room.
"I hope diet coke's okay for an after dinner drink," she told him as she slipped the magnetic card into the lock. A green light clicked on and Bruce reached around her to open the door, gallantly. He had his guitar with him, and a backpack, electing to take both with him to be secure.
"Thanks…but you didn't have to get the door," she laughed.
"I did," he grinned. "Now where's that diet coke? I'm parched…"
The door swung open into a nice sized suite consisting of sitting room, bathroom, and a king-sized bed behind a partition. A television with DVD player and Playstation console dominated one wall, before a small loveseat and sofa. There was even a wet bar and a kitchenette. All in all very nice.
Bruce closed the door behind him, and set his guitar and backpack to one side of it. He followed Terri into the kitchenette area while she leaned over and reached into the refrigerator.
"What's your fancy?" she asked.
"Just a diet Coke…" he said, and found himself admiring the view of her leaned over to extract two cans of soda. Quickly he glanced away, grabbing the icebucket and two glasses set to one side. He filled them just as Terri turned around with the sodas in hand.
"Here, it always tastes better out of a glass," Bruce offered. He took one can from her hand and poured soda into it, then pushed the glass into her hand gallantly.
"Thanks," she smiled. They moved over to the sofa and sat down, with six inches between each other.
"So, you holding up okay being away from Gene, right?" Bruce joked.
"So far so good, but I do miss him…" Terri's voice trailed off. She quickly took a chug of diet coke.
"Yeah, I'm sorry," Bruce said, and reached over to clasp her hand in his. "It's not easy being away from the ones you care about because of work…"
"Well he is coming here to visit me soon… but I'm just anxious to see him again…"
"I bet. Say, I can't help noticing something… why are you looking so sad? I thought you'd be excited at seeing your man again…"
"I am… I just…"
"Just what?"
"Well, I should tell someone. It's just that he's alone there with Calen… and well, considering what happened lately I can't help but wonder…"
"That he'll sleep with someone else when you're gone?" Bruce completed.
"Yes… I guess.. it's stupid, I know I shouldn't be jealous but damn, it hurts still sometimes…"
"You seemed hot and heavy at his birthday party. Gene loves you… no doubt," Bruce said, moving closer to Terri on the sofa as he stroked her hand sympathetically. "It's just sometimes he can follow his crotch a little too much…"
"That's what I tell myself. The groupies I don't mind, really. With them, it's 'bang bang you,' and then I'm the one he sleeps next to when he comes home. I didn't mind that when he would go off to the KISS expos or on various other trips alone. When we were together, he was with me, and only me. But when we were apart, I pretty much could guess he had some action on the side with some fan. But that's not the same… as what I'm worried about?"
"It's the having sex with close friends, isn't it? That possibility that really worries you?" Bruce guessed, squeezing her hand gently.
"Yeah… go figure," Terri laughed sadly. "And when I saw him and Calen together, it was totally not the case. They weren't sleeping together, and I felt like a fool for even thinking it was the case. But it just keeps coming back to haunt me…"
"And if it turns out they did, what then?" Bruce asked.
"I don't know Bruce. I love Gene, and Calen's a good friend… but I just get so confused sometimes… I just… well damn it I miss him… and…"
"Hey," Bruce urged, when he saw a bit of a tear in her eye. "Look, he wouldn’t' want you to be upset about it. Haven't you told him how hard that is?"
"He told me that he loved me. And that he loved Calen in a different way. It's hard for me to imagine 2 people loving each other on a different level then romantically, then having sex…"
"Well friends have sex," Bruce shrugged.
"True, but I'm not used to this sort of lifestyle… every time I feel like I have it figured out something comes out of left field and bites me on the ass…"
She let out a deep sigh, her blouse heaving up and down. Bruce noticed one button at the top had slipped free, giving him a nice shot of her cleavage. He reached for the Kleenex, and dabbed a tear out of her eye.
"Sorry… wish I could help," he said. "but I know what it's like to be hit with weird crap. I felt like my divorce came out of left field…"
"Are you doing okay with that? I bet you have a million people ask you that… right?"
"If I had a dollar for ever time… well…" he laughed ironically.
"But Bruce, I know it isn't easy…"
"No it isn't, but it's sweet of you to worry," Bruce said with a sad smile. Dark brown eyes fixed into dark brown, something electric sparking across the gap. He glanced away, then back slowly.
"Uh, your shirt's unbuttoned," he said slowly, breaking the awkward silence.
"Thanks," Terri said, and reached to button it again. "I guess sometimes you get lonely, don’t' you?"
"That's it. Sometimes I miss having her in my life. I wish I could just jump back and have the old wife back. It's silly to believe that she's gonna be the same though, after these years and so many things that we said…. But I kept going back till it hurt too much…"
"You can't change her, and sometimes two people grow apart… just like two people grow together…" Terri pointed out, as Bruce's hip pressed to hers.
"Yes. But it's a guy thing to make it want to work…. Shit… I can't help but wonder if I did or said something right we might still be together… but the worst part is waking up and realizing it's too late, that nothing I could have said or did would have made a difference…"
"Well even if that were or weren't' the case, what good is it to beat yourself up about it, Bruce? You're not getting any younger, and there are lots of women who'd love to have a shot with you…"
"I know," he laughed bitterly. "But some of them want just the sex…"
"Is that so bad?"
"No, but there aren't' many women I could talk to… or just enjoy spending time with…"
"Well, maybe you shouldn't try so hard…"
"Maybe not. Look, it's really sweet of you to be listening me dump like this… but I just hope I'm not bumming you out…"
"No you aren't. You need a friend now, and so do I…"
"Yes," Bruce nodded. "A friend…"
"I miss Gene, and you miss your ex. But we can't do anything now to change what's going on tonight, so we have to make the most of it…" Terri said.
"Hmm," Bruce muttered, and their eyes met. Slowly they leaned forwards, Bruce laying his other hand on her thigh, lightly caressing. She gripped his hand, rubbing the back softly.
"What are you thinking?"
"About what you said… to make the most of it," Bruce whispered, nose closing in on proximity to hers.
"Oh…" Terri raised an eyebrow.
"Mmm hmm," Bruce nodded. Against his chest her bosom pressed, and they moved together simultaneously. Before she could think what happened Bruce leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.
Terri pulled back, breathing hard. Bruce panted too, eyes darkening. His hand slipped under her chin. Terri stroked a finger through his hair, and turned his face to the side to brush her lips to his cheek. However Bruce folded his arms around her and tilted his head slightly to capture her mouth with his.
Bruce's kiss was soft and sweet to Terri's lips. Almost hesitant in its tenderness. It reminded her of Paul's a little, except it lacked the finesse. Definitely nothing like Gene's kisses, which were exact balances of firm softness that drove a woman wild. It seemed genuine, spontaneous. She found herself wondering what sort of a lover Bruce would be.
"Bruce, do you want this?" she asked him slowly, pulling away.
"I'm sorry, but you just seemed to need it," he said slowly.
"I think you needed it more then I," Terri said softly, taking his cheek in her hand. "I would love to help you right now, because I know it's hard to lose someone you love, especially when they don’t' seem to love you the same way… they used to…"
"It gets hard," Bruce admitted. "Sometimes a man misses a woman being tender and kind. Just being there… and loving him without having to compete…"
"You're a sweetheart, Bruce. Any woman would be a fool not to see that."
"Thank you," he whispered, his dark eyes fixing into hers. Her own darkened with desire, feeling the loneliness present in that face.
"I don't want to take advantage of you," she said slowly.
"It's only a kiss. Nothing to be ashamed of. You're a really nice girl, and very attractive. I hate seeing you having to be away from Gene a lot of the time…"
"Reality," Terri shrugged. "But I'm more worried about you. Are you all right?"
"Not really. Good days and bad days. I just… I wish you hadn't said I was a sweetheart. It makes it that much harder not to…"
"Not to what?" Terri asked.
"To want to be near you," Bruce said slowly. "You've been so nice to me these past few days, and all I've done is mope around the place with Eric…"
"I always admired you, those years you played with Gene. You're incredibly talented, but you aren't stuck up about it…"
"Thanks," he smiled slowly, and shrugged. "It's just a shame…"
"What are you trying to say…"
"I… well, I can't help but be attracted to you," Bruce admitted, taking her arms in his fine strong hands. "When I was at Gene's birthday party, and I heard the song you wrote for him, it just… well got me right here…"
Bruce put a hand over his chest, where his heart would be, and placed Terri's hand overtop of that spot. She could feel the soft thud of his heartbeat growing faster. "You're lonely, aren't you?" she said. "Shit, I guess that's an obvious statement…"
"It's not the same without Christina," Bruce sighed. "I miss her laughter, just… being with a woman."
"What about Shandi? Didn't Ace set you two up?"
"She's a sweetheart, but she has eyes for Peter and Ace more then me. It just didn't work out with us, and she's with an Ace guy in Hotter then Hell now who was more her type…"
"What about the groupies and fans? Surely, one of them would love to be with you…"
"Like you were with Paul and Gene?" Bruce said slowly. "It's hard to find someone like you…. Pretty. Not fake and cheap like the girls that throw themselves at my feet. You're a real woman. I can see why Gene loves you so much. But don't be embarrassed about letting me kiss you… because it shook me up…"
"I would be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to you, and that I didn't feel something too," Terri admitted. "I wish I could do more to help you…"
"So do I," Bruce whispered.
"So… what do we do?" Terri asked.
"God I wish I could just…"
"Just…"
"Make love to you," Bruce said slowly, then turned away. "Shit, I can't believe I just said that…"
"No, it's okay…" Terri said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "I'm glad you told me…. Here… sit down…"
"I shouldn't be here. I should get my stuff and go… stay with Paul…"
"No, please stay. Your band leaves in two days, please stay… don’t run away…" Terri stammered out.
"Terri… this is so hard for me. When I first saw you at the party I wanted to go over and say something to you… it's just a shame you're with Gene…"
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know… this is crazy… I like you, and I wish I could be with you… you know… in the biblical sense?"
"If I were Gene I'd say you needed a good lay," Terri blurted out. "But I'm not Gene…"
"No, but you're Gene's woman," Bruce said slowly, fixing her in his gaze as his hand stroked hers.
"And what the hell does that mean?" she almost growled.
"Sorry… "
"Don't you ever worry about him, wonder if he's not being faithful? I mean considering who he is, and I've known Gene for years… he does dabble on the side… does that ever bother you?"
"Not anymore. I do think about it… but I know that he loves me. I know it sounds stupid, but even if he did sleep with another woman, and I'm sure he has, I knew what I was getting into the moment I let him kiss me… and I slept with him. Then things just… developed, and before I knew it we had a solid permanent relationship…"
"Wow, that's unusual for Gene. But haven't you ever wondered what would happen… if…"
"If?"
"You slept with someone else for a change. Would that bother Gene?"
"Oh man I didn’t' think of that," Terri blushed. "But I would suppose he'd understand, of all people. I've just never well… besides Paul, found someone I'd be attracted enough to sleep with…"
"Well, haven't you?"
"I suppose it would depend on who it was. If it was a one-night stand, he might not mind, considering he does the same thing…"
"If you told him that you had, why should he have any room to bitch and whine?" Bruce asked.
"So you're saying why should Gene give a crap if I sleep with someone else, if he doesn't expect me to?"
"Not that. But that since he does his flings, why shouldn't you?" Bruce asked. "I mean when he was with Shannon… she had her flings on the side just like he did…"
"Sheesh, I had forgotten about that," Terri laughed.
"So, why should he throw a shit fit if you wanted to have a one night stand with someone you liked?" Bruce pointed out. "I mean if he and you are so secure in what you have… it should be fair, shouldn't it?"
"Exactly," Terri nodded. "You're absolutely right… but it just feels… weird…"
"Because you're a woman and he's a man? That's a double standard. And if he expects you to be faithful, he should do the same… I mean he's away in Europe now… surely he's had every chance to… well the Gene I know wouldn't pass up the shot for a good lay… and I don't mean that insulting, but I'm just stating fact…"
"Fair is fair," Terri nodded, suddenly thinking of the looks that Gene gave Calen. Anger boiled in her, and she suddenly tensed her jaw. "What's good for the gander should be good for the goose…"
"Yes," Bruce nodded. "I just hate to see you stuck here if he's out… well… banging someone… while you could be having some fun too…"
"Like banging you, you mean?" Terri came out, not believing what she said. "Especially when you're in need of some female companionship?"
"Uh well… yeah…why not me?" Bruce flushed, and took her hand between his, squeezing it.
"Why not?" he suddenly gasped, feeling her hand stroking lightly along his thigh, her eyes darkening with desire. His breath heaved as his heart sped faster and faster. He lifted his hand to her cheek, softly caressing it as he moved tendrils of her soft hair aside. Leaning forwards on the couch, both of them extended their lips to touch midway. Terri placed her hands on his chest, rubbing the firm muscles through the soft flannel of his shirt while he tipped his finger under her chin. The other hand slipped into her hair, loosening her clip to let it fall.
"Your hair is so soft," he whispered into her ear. A low moan escaped his throat at the feel of her lips kissing his soft neck. Just before one ear, she pressed her lips, rubbing her nose against his earlobe and tracing it with her supple tongue. Hot breath fanned his ear, when she brushed her chest to his. He wrapped her in his arms the same time she pulled him into her, their thighs pressing against each other.
"Ohhhh man," Bruce sighed. "This is… crazy… I haven't…"
"What a shame," Terri whispered, caressing his lips with her thumb, then rubbing her finger along his exposed teeth. The look of astonishment on his face was pleasing, and suddenly she realized what pleasure she was giving him. Her hand slipped down to his thigh, rubbing harder and harder as she squeezed the firm muscles there. Again, he kissed her, feeling her tongue dart in and out of his lips, rubbing against his like a thing alive. Between each contact he gasped, feeling her hands arch down toward his backside, gently squeezing it.
"Terri… that feels so good… I had no idea…"
"You deserve to be treated well by a woman," Terri whispered into his ear softly. "I don't give a damn if you're famous or not. You're a sweet man, who needs desperately to be touched… to be held, and to be made to feel like a man…"
Bruce shuddered with pleasure, his face flushing hot at her touch. Did she realize the effect she was having on him with her voice, and her dark deep penetrating stare? It mirrored the look that Gene gave his romantic conquests.
"Oh god Terri I want you," Bruce whispered desperately in her ear. "I can't hold back any longer… I only wish…"
"Then let me help you take away the pain… what do you want? What do you like?"
"Shit… well… I want you to take away the pain, even if it's just tonight. Let me be yours, please Terri…"
"Tonight you are mine," she whispered, a low growl in her throat, as she pulled him into her. They fell across the sofa, Bruce pressing soft kisses to her neck, and her chest. She reached up to unbutton his shirt a bit, sliding her hands under it as he ran his hands over her chest. He unbuttoned her blouse one at a time, kissing her as she took a fold of his sensitive skin between her teeth and nibbled gently on his neck. He tossed his head back, hissing with delight.
She pulled his shirt out of his pants, pushing it off his shoulders, and held him close to her chest, now bared. They tossed aside their clothes, and Terri stood up, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall around her ankles till she was just in her slip and bra. "What would you like to do, Bruce?" she asked with a deep alto voice that made him shiver.
"What do you suggest, lady?" he asked. "Since I'm yours tonight… why don’t' you take the lead?"
"A hot bath always loosens me up. C'mon …"
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Hand in hand, they strode to the bathroom door. She whispered for him to wait. She came back with a silk scarf, and tied it around his eyes. Taking him by the hand, she gently pushed him down to sit on something soft.
"Take off your shoes. I'll just be a few minutes…"
He waited for a time till she at last took his hand again, and let him forwards. His feet traversed soft carpet, then cold smooth tile. There came an echo of soft music, and the hot rush of steam hitting him in the face, filling his lungs with a soft floral scent. At his belly, he felt her kisses soft and gentle, unfastening the last of his clothes till he was as she must be.
"Trust me," she whispered, taking his hand again and leading him a few tentative steps up what felt like cold tiled stairs. His toes hit water, and he hesitated.
"Shouldn't we take something else off?" he smiled slowly.
"Up to you…" came her husky reply. Bruce stripped off his underpants, then heard the soft sigh of material falling to the floor. He stepped downward into soft warmth, foaming his legs. A smile came to his lips when he realized what it must be.
He lowered himself to sit till the wetness surged over his knees, then his thighs. Something hard and firm landed up against his bottom when he sat down, steadied by her small fingers and firm grasp. "Where are you?" he laughed.
"Follow my voice and find out," came the reply.
"Marco," he joked, calling out.
"Polo," came the husky reply. Bruce moved forward, letting himself slide into the depths. His knees contacted the smooth slick bottom of a curved surface, bubbles foaming his thighs and backside. He lowered himself till the hot warmth surged over his shoulders and mid chest now. One extended hand brushed something soft and pliable. He heard her laugh.
"Marco…" he repeated softly.
"Polo," she laughed again.
"Found you…" he murmured with amusement. With his fingers he traced the shape, and realized it was curved and silky soft, the dimensions of a woman's breast. Running his hand up he felt a shoulder, then an arm. He slipped his arm forward, to pull the shape toward his chest. Arms closed in the female figure, pressing it close to his. Slick skin rubbed his under the hot sudsy foam. It battered the aches from his tired muscles, soothing him with its heat.
"Mm, have you?" she asked.
"I'd say I'd won," Bruce chuckled. His lips probed for hers, finding a soft set that brushed his. All he got was a soft lap from a silky tongue, and another chuckle.
Both arms extended, Bruce lurched forward. His chest lightly brushed a female one, and he hugged her close. His hands caressed, touched, and kneaded soft supple flesh with an eager even feel. Softly he moaned as he kissed what felt like a neck, wet hair tickling his nose.
"Terri, you stinker," he laughed, humming while he felt the silk suddenly get wet. It fell away from his eyes, to reveal thick pea soup steam. Strangely, like the effect in Exposed so many years ago. He could hardly see his own hand in front of his face.
"Why did you blindfold me then?" he asked. "Since I can't see you anyway…"
"Makes it more fun," Terri whispered in his ear. Over her chest, he ran his hands, teasing at the soft erectus that formed there. Her own hands danced down his chest under the water, traveling till they gripped the backs of his legs and squeezed them. With but a push she turned him around, and wrapped her legs from behind him, her fingers kneading his back muscles in an expert massage. Bruce leaned his head back into the curve of her neck, resting his body against hers as he relaxed fully for a time. Gene must have taught her to massage so well, because every touch was driving him wild. He saw her dark eyes as the steam cleared a bit, watching the delight on his face through half shut eyes.
"God that's wonderful," he groaned. "Just the thing…"
"Feel better?" Terri asked softly.
"Much," he sighed, stretching his legs out. IT was sheer heaven, and it had been so long since he'd relaxed under a woman's touch. Far too long. Terri seemed to know his body, his desires strangely well.
"Tell me what you want, Bruce," she whispered softly into his ear. "Or shall I guess?"
"Mm," was all he could respond under her continued sensual assault.
"I know. Turn around," she said. "Sit on the side… a little out of the water…"
Bruce did just that, sitting on the edge of the tub, dangling his legs in. Hot steam wafted his body, exposing all parts to the chilly bathroom air. Terri moved between his knees, lightly stroking her tongue down the inner surface of his thighs. She left soft kisses one after one, moving her head back at the last moment before touching his excitement. His fingers worked into her hair, guiding her to him.
"Oh no, I want to tease you…" she whispered, not believing what she was saying. It was fun to see his reaction to her actions. Lightly she caressed him, feeling his length and thickness in her small hands. Bruce groaned again, his eyes shutting with the intensity of her touch on his most sensitive parts. She grabbed something from the side, and slipped it over him, and he felt a strange tingling shoot over him like fire cooling to ice.
"Damn… what are you…"
"Shh," she whispered, leaning forwards. Lightly she cupped him, and soft warmth glided over him. Although he was wrapped in the barrier, he felt every stroke up and down his length. Soft nibbles and licks that culminated in a soft container embracing him. She braced her hands on his thighs, her tongue sliding up and down to accommodate him. Bruce's blood pounded behind his temples, and he felt as if his heart would burst.
"Terri… oh god… I can't…"
"Let it go Bruce… let me know how much you like this… how good this feels…"
A low rumbling moan escaped his throat, as his head flew back and his eyes rolled into the dark pits of his sockets. His whole back arched like a guitar string, and snapped back into place with the outrush of passion into her mouth. Only the thin barrier stemmed the tide. His fingers tunneled into her hair, hands shaking with passion released in that second.
Slowly his heart pounded to a stop, and he opened his eyes to peer down at her. He pulled her into his chest, hugging her tightly as he leaned down to kiss the back of her neck. "OH god, thank you," he whispered softly. "It's been so long…"
"Far too long," Terri answered, stroking his cheek. "And we have all night…"
"Good," Bruce smiled, and slipped down into the tub. He saw the box of condoms and a few tubes of what appeared to be different flavored rubs. The one marked peppermint was uncapped, and he smiled slowly.
This would be a very interesting night indeed, if this were only a small fraction of what she could do to him.
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Later, much later he ran a hand over her breast, pulling her close under the covers. Satin sheets embraced them both, the blankets tossed on the floor to the side of the hotel bed; a comfortable king sized one. She dozed quietly on his chest, her hand extended into he forest of sheets while Bruce stretched out under her. He was exhausted, but fully stated. Fondly he stroked a hand through her tousled hair, and kissed her cheeks lightly.
"Mmm," she muttered, glancing up at him. "You're still awake?"
"Just woke up," he admitted. "You look so pretty asleep… I just wanted to watch you…"
"Heh," she laughed. "That sounds classic. No. I didn't mean to make fun of you… it was sweet…"
"You didn't," Bruce softly kissed her. "But you just about wore me out… damn. I'm not even going to ask where you learned what we just did…"
"Here and there," she laughed. Bruce stretched, and tugged his arm a bit. Cold steel encircled his wrist; the other end fastened to the bedpost.
"Oh sorry, I hope I didn't dislocate your arm," she groaned, noticing the handcuff.
"Well, I didn't want to wake you just for that," he chuckled. "But I do have to use the bathroom…"
"Just a sec," she said, and reached up. With a click, the cuff fell free, and Bruce sat up in bed.
"I was going to ask you how you were gonna free me without this…" he said, pointing to the key on the bedside table. "But I won't bother…"
He picked up one of his shirts draped over a chair and put it on. He disappeared into the bathroom in the hallway. Minutes later he emerged to see her reclining on the bed, on her stomach, her legs folded up behind her.
"Aren't you cold?" he asked, moving over and holding up a sheet for her.
"Not now," she joked, pulling him onto the bed again. They shared a light kiss, her hands smoothing over his shirt buttoned only halfway. It hung to his mid knees, not concealing much.
"What time is it?" he wondered, glancing over her shoulder at the clock. It said seven thirty, and he did a double take. The lights were still on, and the curtains drawn. Getting up, Terri pulled the drapes to reveal a stream of sunlight pouring in. Bruce hid his face with his hand, smiling at her silhouetted form blocking the sunray. Her dark hair flushed gold for a moment, backlighting her generous curves.
Taking the robe, he draped it over her, and pulled her into his embrace. They kissed softly, before surfacing for breath.
"You hungry?" Terri asked.
"Hungry, and beat," he laughed.
"Get some rest then, silly. I'll whip up something, don't worry… and if you fall asleep, it'll still be warm…"
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Bruce wandered out of the bathroom sleepily, to find Terri by a room service cart. She wore a loose Victoria secret bathrobe, deep purple around her form, which came to her ankles. He moved up behind her, giving her a soft kiss to the back of her neck.
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Just get the coffee, will you?" she asked, pecking him on the cheek. He carried the coffeepot to the table, and eyed the huge stack of chocolate chip pancakes she set down on the small table. There was fresh syrup and even sliced cantaloupe to the side of the places she had set.
"Wow, all this for me? I'm impressed… "
"Just eat your share, and that's thanks enough," she teased him. "Or am I gonna have to eat all this myself?"
He devoured half the stack and a full plate of scrambled eggs in addition before he satiated the gnawing hunger. Finally, he pushed his plate aside with a sigh of pleasure. He sipped his hot coffee, resting his head on one hand as he watched her chew.
"So… now what?" he asked her.
"Good question," Terri answered.
"I had a wonderful time last night… but I probably should be going… I mean I have to meet up with the other guys in Union…but I don't want to impose on you…"
"I don't mind you imposing, but I think I know why you want to leave," Terri said slowly.
"I don't regret what happened," He said, catching her hand. "You're something else… you don't regret it do you? Going to bed with me?"
"Not now," she smiled slowly. "I was glad to help. But I'm wondering how the hell Gene's gonna take it…"
"He'll have to understand," Bruce said. "Leaving you here all alone with big bad Bruce…"
"You sound like some wrestler," she laughed.
"Well I don't know, after last night," he teased, and flushed. "Sorry…"
"It's nice to see you laugh again," she smiled back. "Don't stop on my account…"
"Will you be ok?"
"I'll be fine," she said. "I'll tell Gene, and he'll just have to understand. You were lonely, and so was I. It was just good sex, right?"
"Extremely good sex… no make that awesome sex, Terri," Bruce corrected her. "Between two friends…"
"Friends," Terri laughed slowly, and suddenly felt that strangeness flush over her again.
"I wish it was more," Bruce sighed, stroking her cheek. "But I should know better… even if it was only this one night… it's more then enough… to get me through…"
"I hope the next woman you love will appreciate you… because you're a treasure," Terri smiled.
"I've never been called that before," he blushed. "And if you and Gene… if' he's pissed at you, then you know where to find me, right?"
"Are you serious?"
"Never more so," Bruce said, leaning over to kiss her softly as he stood up. "If you ever need a friend, I'll be there…"
"You'd better get dressed," Terri said. "I folded your things when you took that shower…"
"Thanks… you didn't have to…"
"I did," she smiled sadly as he trod back into the bedroom to dress. He took a last long look at her there, in her bathrobe on the sofa, and rushed quickly before she could see the look on his face.