Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter FifteenI opened the door to his room and led him inside. I sat him on the bed and I knelt down before him. He grabbed my shoulders. "What are you doing?" He asked in a panicked tone.
"I'm going to take your shoes off." I replied, knowing exactly what he thought.
He looked away from me and in the darkness of the room I thought I saw him blush. I pulled his shoes from his feet, and started to unbutton his shirt. I removed it and then moved my hands to the band of his jeans. I undid the button and the zipper. I made him stand up as I pulled them down off of his legs. The whole time he regarded me curiously. I wasn't sure what he thought I was going to do. At that point, I only wanted to give him a massage and relax him, in hopes that he would sleep, but I was prepared to do whatever he wanted to bring him some type of comfort. He sat on the bed now, clad only in his boxer briefs. I looked at him.
"Lay down on the bed, on your stomach." I commanded.
He did as I asked. I stood above him on the side of the bed and began to knead my hands into his back. He let out a soft moan and I stopped to make sure that he was okay. After determining that he was, I continued. I worked my hands over his entire back, and down each of his legs. As my hands traveled over the softness of his skin, I could feel myself growing wet. It was not a shock to me that the man laying underneath my touches aroused me. I had wanted him since the day I arrived and bumped into him at the pool. As I massaged him further, I realized that I may never have him, but as I noticed his back rise and fall as his chest expanded in the rhythmical pattern of sleep, I didn't care about my needs, I only cared about him.
This was a new sensation for me, one I had never experienced, and one I was determined to ignore. I sat on the bed next to him, continuing to rub his back as he slept. I refused to lay with him, I didn't want to give him the sensation that his lost love was beside him. But I did want to comfort him. I fought my own exhaustion as I watched him sleep. He rolled slightly so that he was more comfortable and I noticed him shiver. I grabbed the blanket that lay folded on the end of the bed and after maneuvering it out from underneath his feet, I covered him with it. He grabbed it and pulled it around his body. I sat in the chair by the desk and watched him. He was sleeping peacefully. I watched him for a long while before I felt myself begin to fade. The exhaustion of the day and night before finally catching up with me. With one last look at the sleeping figure lying on the bed, I departed, closing the door to his room slowly and quietly behind me.
I made my way to my room, thankfully without bumping into anyone. I entered the room and found my clothes from the night before sitting on my bed, nicely folded. I figured Joey must have put them there. I looked at the clock and was shocked by the time. I needed to get some rest and I was happy that this was my day off.
I awoke hours later, the sun now starting to set in the early evening sky. My room was cast in shadows. I let out a tired sigh and pulled myself from the bed. I took a quick shower, realizing while the hot water poured down my body exactly how famished I was. I exited the shower, threw on some jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes and headed downstairs. I entered the kitchen and was about to grab a sandwich out of the fridge when I heard a voice behind me.
"You don't really want to eat that do you?" It was JC. He face was red and it was apparent that he had been sweating, however, he looked more relaxed then I had seen him since I arrived.
"As a matter of fact, I do. I am so hungry I could probably eat a horse." I answered him, trying to keep the tone jovial.
"Well, I guess I couldn't persuade you to have dinner with me, huh?" He inquired.
I didn't know how to answer. This man always had me off balance and I couldn't figure out why. It wasn't just the fact that I wanted him, though I truly did, it was something else about him that I couldn't put my finger on.
I looked at him and his blue eyes shined. He looked away from me as he awaited my answer.
"Okay, I'll compromise. I'm going to eat half of this sandwich or I might die from hunger and then I will have dinner with you. How does that sound?"
"Good," he replied. "While you are eating, I'm going to go take a shower and then I will meet you back here."
"Okay," I replied, my mouth full as I already began to devour my food.
Within what seemed like minutes, JC stood before me once again and he took my breath away. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a button up plaid blue shirt. The clothes hung loose on his thin frame but the color accented his eyes. He had brown boots on his feet. His hair was still damp but slicked back with gel, his face freshly shaven. He smelled of soap and shaving cream. I couldn't detect any scent of cologne, but it didn't matter, the mixture of his natural scent with the soap and shaving cream made me heady anyway. I rose from the stool.
"Would you still like to go?" He questioned. I longed to flirt with him, to say something like, "with you looking that good, how could I resist?" But I didn't. I reminded myself that I was only doing a job. That he was a client like every other and that he would be treated like one.
"Yes, of course," was my reply. "Just let me go get my purse." He nodded and I headed toward the stairs and up the steps. I quickly changed my clothes and applied make up. I pulled a brush through my hair and slipped on a pair of shoes. I wouldn't have felt comfortable going out with a client the way that I had been previously dressed. I grabbed my purse and ran down the steps. I found JC standing at the bottom waiting for me.
"Sorry, I took so long," I started my explanation. "I just had to change."
"You didn't have to," he said with a smile, "but whatever, as long as you're comfortable."
I nodded and we left the house. His jeep was sitting outside the front door. He opened the door for me and I got in. He made his way to the other side of the vehicle opened the door and entered. After fastening his seat belt and ensuring that mine was fastened, he started the truck and pulled out of the drive way.
The ride was short and filled with conversation centering around music. He talked about his favorites and I talked candidly about mine. We arrived at a familiar place, I smiled. He noticed.
"What is it?" He questioned, his tone one of worry.
"Nothing," I tried to play it off.
"No, tell me," he pressed the issue.
"I was here with Joey the other night." I didn't want to mention Joey, but JC didn't seem to mind.
"That's okay, I'm sure that Joey showed you the club. I'm going to show you the restaurant."
"Does Joey own both?" I questioned, not even realizing that a restaurant existed within the confines of the building's walls.
"Yes, he does," JC began, "there are two things that I know Joey does well, besides sing, and they are party and eat. So it's perfect for him to own a club and a restaurant."
I laughed at the ease in which JC talked of his friend. I went to open my door, but was too late. He had already made his way around to the passenger side of the jeep and opened it.
He handed his keys to the valet and we entered the restaurant. I figured that everyone knew him for the valet didn't issue him a ticket and when we made our way into the restaurant we were escorted directly to our table with only a few words being said.
We ordered our drinks as we looked at the menu. The choices were exquisite. I had a hard time settling on what to get to eat. I noticed JC close his menu and look at me.
"Can't decide," he questioned.
"There are too many choices," I replied.
"Well, take your time." He smiled at me as his words left his lips.
Finally deciding, JC and I were left with nothing to occupy our times but each other. I looked around the room and noticed the decor. I was surprised to find that superman was no where. Not even a small picture on the wall somewhere. Since Joey owned the restaurant this seemed strange to me.
"Blake, I wanted to bring you to dinner tonight to say that I am sorry for the way I have treated you the past couple of days, and also to thank you for this morning"
"JC, you have nothing to apologize or thank me for. I am doing a job, I'm hear to do whatever you guys want."
"Okay, fine." He stated, his tone grave and serious. I hoped that I didn't offend him with what I said but I was determined to keep the professional/personal line clearly drawn, not only with him but with every member of the group.
The food arrived after about 20 minutes of silence. I took a bite a savored it, JC did the same though he still seemed annoyed about my early comment.
"How is it?" I inquired hoping to once again open the lines of communication.
"Good," he stated, his one word answer giving a clear message that he didn't want to talk. We finished our meals in silence. The waiter took our plates and asked about desert, JC looked over to me and I declined. As we sat waiting for the waiter to bring back JC's credit card, I placed my hand over his on the table. His eyes met mine.
"JC, what's the matter now." I inquired.
"Nothing really. I guess I am just tired. My attempt to apologize has gone wrong. It seems like lately I can't do anything right."
"JC, that's not true, you are just trying to hard. I know that I don't understand exactly what you are going through, but you just need to relax and let people be there for you. You might even consider going to a therapist that specializes in bereavement." I added the last line cautiously, afraid of his reaction to getting counseling.
"Maybe you are right," he replied, much to my surprise. The waiter came and handed him his credit card receipt, he signed it quickly and the waiter retreated.
"Should I pay you for my half of dinner," I asked.
He smiled and shook his head no. He looked at me, "Ready to go," he questioned.
"Yes," I replied and raised myself from the chair.
We made our way to the jeep that was waiting for us outside, the waiter having called for it after our bill was paid for. He opened my door and allowed me to take my seat before shutting it securely behind me. Within seconds he was occupying the seat next to me and we were on our way. Not a word was spoken on the way home. I found it difficult to talk to him for fear of his misunderstanding. It was clear that my comments in the restaurant had rattled him, but I was not about to let my feelings for him be shown. He was a client and it was best if both of us remembered that. We arrived home after the silent journey. He parked the jeep and we both got out, I didn't wait for him to open my door. I thanked him for dinner, he stated that it was his pleasure, though I didn't think there was any truth in that statement. I asked him if he needed anything and after a momentary pause to think, he said no. I then told him that I was headed to bed and he stated that he was doing the same. We parted in the gallery, I felt his eyes on my back as I made my way to the stairs. I turned around and looked at him when I was standing on the first step.
"Good night, JC, I hope you sleep well." I told him.
He smiled, "Good night, Blake, I'll try." With those words he turned and walked away, leaving me to watch him as he departed.