It was already late that Saturday night when,
having announced herself earlier by phone, Diane dropped by with pizza and
beers. Knowing her friend as she did, she confirmed she wasn’t mistaken by
guessing June hadn’t had a bite during the whole afternoon. Sitting by her side
as June tiped frantically, Diane practically fed her from time to time and kept
her company, silently reading a book while nestled in the cozy egg-shaped
orange sofa that June had in her office, next to one of the giant bookshelves
that were distributed around the house. At a certain point, June slouched back
on her black ergonomic desk chair and stretched her back. The bones crackled and
she reached for the half full bottle of beer next to the monitor of her IBM.
As some sort of break, her and Diane engaged in
a light and relaxed conversation, which included the usual display of Diane’s
knowledge on all things entertainment. At one moment, Diane couldn’t help but
hint.
“I can't wrap my mind around the fact that we
don’t know of any registered romance since the news broke that Jon was
unofficially back on the market…”, she began, shaking her head with suspicio
while June hid behind a slice of cold pizza. “It’s an open secret his marriage
has been over for a long time. I wonder why he hasn’t gotten a divorce
yet...you think it’s because of the money?”, she asked, almost rethorically.
“What makes you think I know that?”, June asked
casually and continued to chew on her bite of pizza, but knowing that Diane was
something close to an eagle regarding information, she thought it wiser to not
give her reasons to suspect, so she humored her. “In his current position maybe
it’s better that he’s not seen with anybody”, she shrugged.
“Anyway…”, Diane giggled soflty, holding the
bottle of beer by the neck, “…knowing a thing or two about the entertainment
business, I can assure you that the primal
ardores of the instinct”, she raised a perfectly coifed eyebrow while she
emphasized, “are satisfied by means of
confraternization with the staff of his so-called corporation”, she air quoted and June couldn’t help but chortle at
her friends way with words. “Some Christmas bonus, that hunk”, Diane commented,
almost to herself, and June’s loud laughter hid her wariness at having to lie
and hide, even to and from the people she loved the most. “Of course, that’s
just speculation”, she cleared, holding up one hand.
“Yeah…who knows…”, said June, turning to the
keyboard once more, secretly thankful that Diane seemed satisfied and was able
to let the conversation move on to another subject.
As she did every time she stayed over, Diane
slept in June’s bed, and that’s were June found her at the crack of dawn when
her eyes, mind and body finally gave up. It was only then that June realized
she hadn’t changed the sheets, and wondered if Diane’s actual nose was as good
as the one she had for gossip when she placed her head on the pillow and
perceived Jon’s dinstinct cologne. The thought was fleeting as she felt
immediately in a deep sleep, full of vivid dreams of houses with strange maze-like
basements, and she didn’t have the opportunity to check Diane’s reaction the
following day, since her friend was gone when June was woken up by her phone at
one in the afternoon of Sunday.
It was her parents, checking up on her and
confirming the details for their arrival and stay at her house during the
following week. They’d be arriving Monday afternoon, and it would be the last
time they’d spend time together as a family under the same roof for a long
time, so June was rather looking forward to it. It would be nice to have her
parents home during the busy weeks that lay ahead, specially her father, who
had agreed to take care of the paperwork concerning the house, which June was
going to rent out to the daughter of a family’s friend. Besides, their visit would help her keep her
mind off the fact that Jon would be thousands of miles away. She unconsciously
also hoped that those days apart from each other would help her work on her
detachment from him, eventually making it easier for her to say goodbye when
the moment came.
After hanging up with her parents, June checked
her answering machine and cell phone messages: among random messages from other
friends and the usual work-related stuff, she found one from Diane that read
“Nice smell on your pillow… and it’s not your perfume. When will you learn you
can’t keep secrets from me?”. There was another one from Jon: “Call me when you
get up”. Many were from her manager: there would be no Sundays for her until
she left and in order to leave her agenda for Monday afternoon open to wait for
her parents, she’d arranged with her manager to meet on Sunday afternoon to go
through the meeting they’d arranged for Tuesday with the investors.
However, late in the afternoon June realized
that the meeting with her manager would take longer than expected: apparently one
of the Chinese authors had finally agreed to give them the publication and
translation rights of his latest novel, which promised to be one of the most
polemic, incendiary portraits of China’s last decade, reason for which his
author feared a possible prosecution by the government. In return, the
publishing house would help him, his wife and his baby daughter to get out of
the country in safety. Considering that June still had an additional hour plus
drive to Jon’s house, there was no possible way of her making it to dinner, so
she excused herself from the meeting for a few minutes to phone him, finally
arranging to drop by once she was finished.
…
After his daughter and son finally fell asleep,
Jon opened a bottle of wine and moved to the small home studio he’d set up in
the lower floor of his apartment by splitting one of the spare rooms in two, with
the live room on one side and the control room on the other side of the wall-to-wall
acoustic glass pane. The music was sounding loudly inside his head, and he felt
an intense desire to write it down together with the words. He turned on the AC,
for it was a rather warm evening, and kept his “home” jeans on, leaving his
torso bear. He’d had enough time to play around with some melodies on his
guitar when he heard a soft knock on the frame of the door, which he’d left
partially open.
He looked up to find June leaning against the
white frame, wearing a pair of tight white jeans and a loose, sleeveless red
satin blouse. Her hair was done up in a high ponytail.
“You’re late”, he said with a faux-scolding
tone as he placed the guitar vertically on the floor, the neck leaning against
the edge of the control console. “It’s almost two in the morning”
“Better late than never, don’t you think?”, she
said as she stepped inside the room and walk towards Jon, who remained seated
on the green revoling chair. “Besides, it’s almost two in the afternoon
somewhere”, she spoke seductively and dropped her bag on the floor before
stradling him and wrapping her arms around his neck. He placed his hands on her
butt before they joined for a slow and deep, lingering kiss. She could taste
the wine on his lips.
When they parted, June looked around the room:
the walls where painted a dark brick red, and on the floor lay a Persian rug.
It looked cozy despite the predominantly metallic surfaces of the equipment. “Nice
job if you can get it, huh?”, she joked.
“Well…you know…just enough to make ends meet”,
he humored her and she chuckled softly before standing back up.
“We’re screwed, ain’t we?”, she started, and
hastily added, “What we do…I mean, records and books…”
“You mean dying arts?” he completed with a
bittersweet smile that evidenced his irony and that June acknowledge with a
small smile. “I can’t imagine myself doing anything else, though…”, he trailed
off noticing that June wasn’t paying attention to his words, but instead, was
pressing her nose against the glass pane to try and distinguish what was on the
other side while she bent over the console in what Jon thought was actually a
very enticing position. Jon smiled to himself and deftly pressed the switch on
the side of the console. June jumped slightly back when the soft, warm light of
the live room was turned on. She noticed the dark grey acoustic material that
covered the walls, the ragged surface composed of endless small pyramids that
stuck out from the panels. In the center around stood four metal stools, the
seat was covered with deep burgundy leather. Two microphones hung from the
ceiling, in the center of the room, and a couple of guitars as well as other
small percussion instruments such as tambourine and maracas hung from a rack on
the wall.
“Are you done snooping around?”, he teased
after a few moments.
“Probably…”, June turned and everything from
her skin inside swooned: every time June thought she’d developed some sort of
tolerance to Jon’s physical, god-like perfection, there he was, slouched back
on the chair, both his hands on the back of his neck in a relaxed position, his
bare feet flat on the carpet and his legs wide open. He stared at her with that
mischievous, low-lidded smile in his eyes and a pout on his lips. He was like a lethal predator who know exactly
what his weapons are and how to use them to cause the desire effect. “…You mind
if I try something first?”, she asked. If he wanted to play games, she’d play
then, and beat him, too.
“Please”, he replied lifting one eyebrow and
smirking sideways.
June walked out of the control room and toed
off her dark silver flat shoes before stepping on the soft beige carpet of the
live room. She smiled and waved at Jon on the other side of the glass before
closing the door behind her. She took another look around with her hands in her
back pockets.
“Take off your clothes”, ordered the husky voice
that came out of the speakers and she snorted in response. She saw Jon on the other
side of the glass, leaning over the console, his lips against the thin black
microphone as he stifled a smirk. “What are you laughin’ at? I’m deadly
serious”, even though his voice was slightly distorted by the microphone, the
raspiness still made its way through.
“Alright”, she whispered to herself and nodded
deeply, one corner of her lips tugged up. She looked deeply into his eyes as she
reached for the door knob and pressed the button that locked the door from
inside.
“What are you doin’?”, Jon tried to keep his
grave tone. Amused but baffled, he couldn’t help a frown from creasing his
brow. Then he noticed it, the blushing in her cheeks that he realized he’d been
expecting, the one that told him that things were about to get interesting.
June lazily lifted her top and pulled it over
her head, then let it fall to the floor as she continued to walk around the
perimeter of the room, brushing with one hand the surface of the acoustic
panels.
“Faster”, he ordered and teased, “I don’t have
all night”.
June decided to approach the microphone and
stretched her neck so her lips would be closer to the round filter in front of
the metallic artifact. With a sexy voice, she said “Be patient, there’s a long
way to come”. She winked, as if her tone didn’t suffice as evidence of her pun.
“You know I’m not a very patient man”, he
whispered, aroused by both what he was witnessing and the expectation of what
was about to come, as he searched in the shelves next to him for a certain CD.
Seconds later, Joe Cocker’s You can leave your
hat on started coming out of the speaker and June chortled. “Cliché”, she
mouthed, and Jon shrugged unapologetically.
She sat on one of the stools, placing her bare
feet on the cold footrest, and reached back to unclip her white lace bra. Jon
watched the cups fall away, exposing her breasts and allowing him to discover
that her nipples were already erect, certainly not just as a reaction to the cool
air of the AC. June could see her own reflection on the glass superimposed as a
ghost over Jon’s image on the other side. She was improvising, and let the
exquisite mixture of expectation and uncertainty invade her and thicken her
blood. She slid down from the stool and resumed her walk, her round, firm
breasts barely jiggling as she moved. A moment later she started to unbutton
and unzip her pants. Then, with her back deliberately to the glass pane, she
bent over as she slowly pulled her jeans down. When she was finished, she
walked out of them.
While on one room June she seemed to be getting
pretty comfortable, on the other one, Jon’s manhood throbbed on the other end
of the comfort expectrum. Wearing nothing but her white lace panties and feeling
Jon’s laser-like piercing stare, June handlded some of the percussion
instruments. Oh, the maracas. A
couple of ideas came to her mind, but she discarded them, maybe it was just a
little too much, so she limited herself to shake them a little bit and leave
them back on their place.
“There are other things you can touch inside
that room, you know…”, he breathed with a devilish smile on his lips, “…and I
mean your stuff, not mine”.
June turned her head and removed her hair band,
letting the thin, shiny strands of light brown hair fall bouncily over her
satin glowing shoulders. She shook her head and hooking a thumb on either side
of her panties; she was already so wet that the crotch held on to a strand of
her wetness as she pulled them down, exposing her patch of light brown hair.
The visual stimulation made Jon impossibly hard, and he unbuttoned his jeans and
laid back on the chair in an attempt to ease some of the pressure in his crotch.
Swinging slowly from side to side, he decided to limit his actions to watch as
June, now completely naked, sat on the stool once again and spread her legs. “You
mean, this stuff?”, she breathed her
question while she brushed her hands on her inner thighs.
However, the rosy welts that criss-crossed
June’s upper inner thigh caught Jon’s attention. He couldn’t help but lean over
to the microphone and ask, unable to hide his concern.
“What happened there?”
“Ask your zipper”, she answered, lifting her
eyebrows as she remembered their partially dressed love-making on the chair
back at the cabin.
“Bad zipper”, he replied shaking his head,
reassured by her lack of concern for the matter and her playful, seductive
tone. In a second, her hand was between her legs, and Jon groaned sharply
against the microphone.
She started gently caressing her clit.
“Mmm…this feels so good”, she whispered and teased as she continued the slow
strokes, her lips parted, her breathing becoming heaviear and heavier, as was
Jon’s, according to what the microphone transmitted. His erection was now so
hard it was painful.
“Why don’t you let me do that?”, he asked,
almost in a moan.
“Nuh-huh”, she shook her head, “I touch my
stuff…you touch yours”, she challenged with a smirk.
“You gotta be kiddin’ me”
“I’m deadly serious”, she teased, throwing his
words back at him. The music had changed to a bluesy instrumental tune.
One of June’s hands now fondled her breast and
played with her nipple as she threw her head slightly back. She began to slowly
lose herself in the pleasant sensations, her palm pressing rhythmically against
her slit as her wetness flowed in small, thick drops. A warm, thick, tickling
feeling reached every corner of her being.
Jon watched, in awe at the private spectacle
and laid back again on his chair, now unzipping his fly. He could swear there
was a key to the live room door somewhere in there, but he just couldn’t get
his eyes off of June, and his mind drifted away in the sea of pleasure. His cock ached so hard that it came to a point
were he had to hold it in his hands and rub it to soothe the ache.
After a few moments, Jon stood up and the
movement on the other side of the glass caught June’s attention. For a moment
she thought that maybe he’d found a key to the door and was on his way to open
it, but when she lifted her head she found him standing in front of the
console, his fly wide open while he held his cock in his hands, stroking it. The
foreskin slipped, slowly up and down over the pink smooth end. She could see
every detail, the veins strained as those in his hand and neck as he paced
himself to her, his cheeks with a slight pink blush.
For both of them, the experience was becoming
more and more overwhelming by the second, and June moved and moaned as her
fingers pressed harder and faster, causing her clit to swell and harden even
more under her touch. At the same time, Jon put one hand on the surface of the
console and bent over it, then started moving his other hand faster and faster,
his mouth partially open. Through the speakers, they could hear each other
groan and moan and breathe.
“Fuck, June, come on, open the door”, he
pleaded and groaned. She shook her head with hooded eyes and bit her lower lip.
When June felt that she was about to reach her
peak, she poised at the height, not wanting the sweet moment to end, but she
could see that Jon was ready, so she stood up and walked towards the glass
pane. Stifling a smirk, she crooked her index finger, inviting him in. “Come…”,
she finally mouthed, “…here”, she finished before walking towards the door.
Keeping the sides of his fly together with one
hand, in a few long strides Jon was in the live room and locked the door after
he closed it behind him. June was waiting for him, and as soon as he was in,
she pushed him against the fluffy acoustic panels of the wall, then kneeled in
front of him and, grabbing him by the cheeks of his ass, she pressed her face
to his cock that stuck out like a flagpole as soon as Jon let go of his fly.
“For Christ’s sake, baby”, he pleaded and throbbed
again under her lips, but she limited herself to brush a demure kiss over the
tip before carefully pulling his pants down to his knees. Her eyes widened a
little at the nearness of the most beautiful, perfect dick she’d ever seen and
she looked up at him with lustful, deep green eyes. There was not the slightest
trace of hesitation in them, and Jon hissed in anticipation. Just her warm
breath on his extremely sensitive skin made him fear he might just explode and
squirt all over her face. He raked his fingers through her hair and clasped the
back of her head, then with his other hand took his hard cock and aimed it
towards her mouth. She pouted slightly and stifled a smile after she kissed the
tip once again. Jon chortled slightly with delightful frustration before
letting himself go as he felt her plump lips surrounding his cock and taking
every inch of in slowly inside her mouth until it topped on the back of her
throat. A long, deep moan slowly escaped from deep inside his stomach. Both his
hands were now placed on either side of her head, mostly in an attempt to hold
himself from grabbing it and fucking her mouth until he was completely spent
and satisfied. He was dangerously on the edge, so he held his breath and
clenched his jaw. June closed her eyes, enjoying the wonderful sensation of
caressing his dick with her tongue, savouring the exquisite musk.
Jon let out a long, deep groan as June pulled
back until only the tip remained in her mouth and opened her eyes to see every
muscle in his abdomen ripple and twist under his golden skin as he breathed
heavily and raggedly. Looking back up at him with an impish grin, June finally
let go of the tip and stood back up, pressing her body against his and reaching
for his lips. He held her so tightly he could feel his erection press against
her mound and her breasts crashing against his chest. In return, she pressed even
harder, rubbing her mound against him, taking possession of his mouth.
Jon’s hand started probing between her thighs
and found her absolutely soaking wet. June felt the sting of pleasure that
coursed through her the moment he touched her and instinctively spread her legs
to grant him more access.
“Do it…again”, he ordered when their lips
parted briefly while he circled her clit.
“Or what”, she moaned her challenge.
“Or I won’t stop until you scream”, he said
against her ear before sucking on her earlobe. His tongue played briefly with
the small pearl earring while he pushed two fingers inside her, circling and
caressing her slick inner walls. She whinced with every deep stroke until all
of a sudden, her muscles went rigid and a soft scream escaped her lips, which
she silenced by pressing her them against Jon’s bare shoulders as she held on
to them with both her hands, sinking her short nails in his firm flesh. Her
body was driven beyond the senses can bear, and her orgasm was like a raging
fire that spread all over her. Her knees faltered but Jon held her firmly with
his arm around her waist. “Yeah…mmm…baby”, the pleasure he derived from having
her panting beneath his touch was equisite, and the scream was in his throat
when he felt the warm rush of liquid that came out of her. He also felt a rush
of his own precum shoot against his stomach. His tongue explored deep into her
mouth when he captured her lips once more and she yielded to the kiss.
Still trembling after her orgasm, June dropped to
her knees once again and looked at Jon’s cock, then up to him with an impish grin
before licking the precum that was smeared around his navel. Then, wrapping his
fingers around his shaft and gripping it tightly, he put it against her lips.
Her tongue stuck out to lick the tip, lapping up a strand of transparent precum.
Jon groaned again when she opened her mouth to suck it all inside once again. “Fuuuuck…”.
June began to suck on the head while her hand
moved rapidly against it and Jon tried hard to keep his eyes open, entranced by
the spectacle. He’d been ready to shoot for quite a while, and now he was past
the point of no return. When June looked up at him whith his cock still in her
mouth, Jon couldn’t hold on anymore. He felt his dick pulse twice before the
warm, liquid feeling took over.
The feel of the pulsations at the base of his
cock as he came trascended any limits June had ever known, and she gently
fondled his testicles as his orgasm took over him. He quivered and squirmed
controlledly for a long minute, tensing his muscles, shutting his eyes close,
dropping his jaw. When his spasms receded, she swallowed one last time.
With his head still thrown back and his eyes
closed, Jon let himself slide down the wall until he was seating on the floor,
over his jeans that had pooled around his ankles. He pulled June towards him
and she snuggled against him between his legs. They stayed there for what
seemed like hours.
Once their paths had diverted, June might one
day forget the little details, but she was sure that she would never forget his
embrace, the way it filled her heart with warmth and made her quiver with
pleasure at the same time. After a few minutes, he started to run his hands
over her bare back.
“Bed?”, she finally said, and he nodded. they
helped each other stand up and Jon pulled his jeans back up while June
retrieved her clothes scattered all over the live room.
“Don’t forget to tell Celia to clean the stools
tomorrow”, she giggled softly.
“Or I’ll just keep it to myself, for when I
miss you”, he said as he picked up her panties from the floor and kept them
hanging from his crooked index finger as he returned them to their rightful
owner. June just smiled slightly and put them back on, then her blouse before
exiting the room. Jon soflty slapped her butt before turning off the lights and
closing the door behind him.
…
When Jon’s children little voices woke him up
early the following morning, June was already gone, no trace of her to be
found. He probably hadn’t slept more than four hours, but somehow his children
infused some sort of energy in him that kept him going fresh and rested. That,
and the help of Celia and the around the clock nanny he had hired. He put on
the first thing he found and went down to the kitchen, were Celia was chanting
with her usual Monday morning enthusiasm.
Regardless, nonetheless, of the distance their
separation had put between Jon and his wife, she still seemed to be able
to see through any mask he intended to wear.
“Wow, those are some raccoon eyes”, she
mentioned after greeting her children that had preceded their father through
the front door of the house they used to share when they were a family. She
knew Jon well enough to know that those shiners weren’t just a product of a
succession of sleepless nights locked up in a studio with his band.
“It’s complicated”, he limited to say, pursing
his lips. There was no point in lying to her, and he knew that with that phrase
she would understand that that was all she needed to know.
Once back at his apartment, Jon dropped himself
on the couch and fell right asleep, as if for the first time in days he was
finally able to conceive a deep sleep. Richie woke him up a few hours later, all
a sly grin on his face.
“What are you doin’ here? Ain’t ya supposed to
be changing dipers?”, Jon asked, puzzled, as he lifted himself on his elbow,
keeping only one eye open, his lips twisted sideways in an asymmetrical
grimace. He looked at the time, it was twenty minutes to two in the afternoon,
when his assistant would come and help him get ready for his flight. Richie was
apparently busy with his own solo project, and had decided to drop by and see
his friend. It wasn’t long before they were surrounded by the usual entourage,
and their presence prevented Jon from telling Richie about the recent “news”.
Before leaving for the airport, Jon gave him a tight hug.
“I’ll give you a day or two, Kidd…just a day or
two”, Richie began criptycally while they were still hugging.
“What do you mean?”, Jon frowned, “I fly back
on Friday”.
Richie chuckled and grinned. “Sure, but you’ll
call me in a day or two…”, he grinned, “…that’s as long as you’ve been able to
keep anything from me”.
