Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story

CHAPTER TWELVE

The first several days, Annie rarely left the master bedroom.  Michael took care of her completely.  Lovingly, he took upon the task of bathing her and washing her hair.  He paid great attention to the details of her care and loved every minute of it.

Hour by hour, they shared the intimate stories of their lives.  She learned more about him in those first days than he had shared with any other person in his life.  And, they shared their bodies too, in a way that neither had experienced.  Along with the details of his life, she was also discovering the nuances of his body and the reactions he’d give back to her whenever she kissed or touched those places.  The bond they were slowly building had a life all its own and enthralled them completely.  In a sense, they were creating their own mini-universe with a population of two.

Each morning, Bonita would leave a tray of fresh fruits and hot black coffee outside their door.  Then they would spend the next several hours feeding each other in bed.

Annie smiled lazily as she watched him return to bed with the tray of fruits.  He placed the tray beside her and slowly lifted the hem of her sapphire nightie exposing her feminine triangle and stomach.  Then he placed a thick, juicy slice of honeydew melon across her belly.  Salaciously, he began to lick and nibble at the fruit, making loud slurping sounds as he collected it in his mouth.  With each bite he took, she shivered; her excitement escalating a notch.

“Michael, tell me about your first time,” she asked.

“Man, that was a lifetime ago,” he replied, as he sucked the fruit juice from her belly button.  “I’m not sure I can remember back that far.”

“Oh, come on.  Everyone remembers their first time.”

He sat up and took another slice of  melon from the plate and placed it lower on her abdomen, just above her hair line.

Annie propped herself up on one elbow and watched him work his tongue over the fruit and her skin.  “You’re really enjoying that fruit, aren’t you?”

“More than you know.”

“You do realize, of course, you’re making a sticky mess out of me.”

“Yes.  And I’m also getting a very clear visual of the fun I’ll have cleaning you later in the bath tub.”

The slice of melon was gone, but his mouth continued to savor the taste it had left behind on her skin.  Then he stopped and rolled his face to meet her gaze.

“Heidi Cashman,” he said with a sly grin.

“What?”

“She was my first.”

“Oh, so you do remember.”

Michael laughed.  “I don’t remember too many of the others but I do remember her.”

“Why?  Was she a big-boobed blonde?”

He laughed again.  “Well, she was blond but your tits are bigger than what she had.”

Annie raised a curious eyebrow and smiled.  “Was she your high school sweetheart?”

“Not exactly.  She was my summer math tutor.”

“What?” she asked in shock.

“Yeah, I was fifteen at the time and she was a twenty-year-old college junior.  She was home for the summer and looking to make some extra cash.  My parents hired her to try and prevent me from failing my sophomore year.  I mean, how would it look for them to have one son excelling in academics; while the other one failed.  Their efforts were in vain though, because I still failed.  Heidi sucked as a math instructor but she excelled in other areas - especially her people skills.”

“How on earth did that happen?  Don’t tell me you hit on your math tutor!”

“No, actually she hit on me.”