Rainbow at Midnight

Howie was standing at her entertainment center, looking through her collection of CDs. Every classical composer was housed there. He ran his finger across the jewel cases, stopping on a very familiar title.

“I thought you said you didn’t know who I was,” he asked, an amused look on his face. He held up the ‘Black & Blue’ CD cover.

“That? Oh, Cammie left it here. I guess I have heard you then,” she said as he sat down beside her on the floor. She tossed the pad to the side.

He had recently taken a shower. She could smell the woodsy soap he had washed with. His wet hair hung past his shoulders. The white shirt he wore was unbuttoned, revealing his sculpted chest and stomach. He casually put an arm on the couch.

“What is she like?” Amber asked, unable to remain quiet any longer. “You call her ‘my Amber Sue.’ Why?”

“Because she is mine. I do that so I won’t get her confused with you. Although, now, I could tell you two apart even if I were blindfolded. What is she like? Very outgoing. Boisterous, that’s the best description. Always on the go. She bounces off the walls. She has this wicked sense of humor. Very playful. She loves science fiction. She’s made me watch those damn ‘Star Trek’ shows so many times. I think she has this thing for Spock and that weird android Data. She won’t admit it, but I believe she does. She has admitted to having a major crush on ‘Al’ on ‘Quantum Leap.’ Do you know she would love this right now?”

“What do you think she’s doing now?” Amber asked, trying to not look at his chest.

“Torturing someone. She’s a fitness instructor. That’s how we met. Nick, one of my bandmates, found her name on the Internet. He thought it was hilarious, until he met her. She worked his ass off that first time. Well, mine, too. Amber Sue’s a real slave driver when it comes to her job. She’s so good that she gets called to act as a personal trainer on movies. That’s what she was doing in Italy. Thing is, she doesn’t just tell you how to do it, she does it with you. Her ass is so toned you can bounce a nickel off it.”

Amber laughed with him. She’s a lucky person, Amber thought, to have some one like him.

“What about you?” Howie asked, running a finger lightly down her arm.

“You can’t bounce a nickel off my ass.”

“No,” he laughed. “What about the special person in your life?”

“If I had someone, I’d tell you. Since I don’t, there’s nothing to say.”

“In a way, you do.”

“How’s that?” She asked.

“You have me. I’ve been thinking. You look like my Amber Sue. You have the same heavy Southern accent. You speak softer than she does, though. If I have fallen into some kind of time-space continuum parallel universe predicament…I sound like her, saying that. But if that is what happened, I guess I was sent to you for a reason. I was thinking of her, then I end up with you. Amber,” he said, tilting her face to him, “you are part of my Amber Sue. You’re the part she doesn’t show. I’m sure she has you in her, but I don’t know where. From what I’ve seen, she’s the part of you that you don’t show.”

He leaned in to kiss her. She pulled back slightly.

“But I don’t know you,” she told him.

“But I do know you. I know you were born in December of 1973. It was snowing that day. I know the name of your first pet. I know you have a weakness for chocolate, especially on strawberries. You are an only child, the oldest out of your seven cousins who were all girls. I know you are very sensitive when it comes to your right ear, especially when I blow in it.”

He placed his hand on her right breast, gently fingering the nipple, feeling it grow hard under his touch. She arched her chest forward.

“If you are engaged, it won’t be right,” she gasped.

“I think it will,” he growled, “because I truly believe you are the same person, so I am engaged to you, too. At least for right now.”

Howie drew her in close, kissing her deeply. Suddenly overcome by passion, she returned his affection ardently. He nudged her over, allowing her to straddle his lap. Running his hand up and down her arm, he teased her in a way she had never known before. Feeling the heat from his body, she thought to herself that if it had a color, it would be a burning orange. Amber ran her hands across his chest; her fingers following the contours like it was a book in Braille. Sliding her hands to his shoulder, she pushed the white shirt off him.

Knowing now that she would let him, Howie began taking the dress in his hands, pulling it upwards and over her head. He traced the outline of her breasts before unclasping the muted pink satin bra. Taking the material off her, he smiled as she guided his hands over her breasts. He took one into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the nipple until it stood erect.

Amber could feel his powerful erection straining against his pants. She slid beside him again, allowing him to remove the pants.

“Get back on me like you were before,” he told her, his dark eyes burning with desire.

Her eyes traveled the length of his body, drinking in the sight of him. Words could not do justice to his magnificent physique. She reached out and grasped his throbbing cock, loosely at first, then firmer, feeling it pulse in her hand.

Slowly, Amber moved over him again, guiding him into her. He moaned in ecstasy as he slid into her, the tight silkiness almost doing him in. Their eyes locked. He put his hands on her waist, controlling her movements. He urged her to go slow. Sweet torture that it was, she did as he wished.

Like a well conducted orchestra, they moved together. He did know her and it showed as he touched her in ways only a real lover would know. As time wore on, Amber began to grind into him, reaching for something she knew he could give. Reading what she wanted, Howie began to move underneath her, helping her. She gasped as she began to climax, her thighs locking tight around his. The waves of her orgasm rolled throughout her body, the walls around him tightening with each spasm that rocked her body. Unable to hold back any longer, he exploded into her, closing his eyes and seeing stars.

Around ten that night, Amber walked into the kitchen, wearing only his white shirt. Deciding they were hungry after the hours of lovemaking, she was going to fix some something to eat. Standing at the counter, she played the past seven days over in her mind. In spite of the feelings she had when she had first seen him standing on her porch, she had never dreamed it would lead to this.

Howie came up behind her, enveloping her in a warm embrace. He nuzzled her neck, causing her to giggle. Amber heard music playing softly from the radio on the baker’s rack. Howie turned her around to face him. He began to sway with the music, leading her into the dance. She snuggled in close to him, dancing in the kitchen as the moonlight flooded the room. She wanted to say something, but didn’t as he began to hum softly to the music. He knew.

At fifteen till midnight, they went out to the deck. They stood at the railing, arms around each other, watching the moonlight sparkle on the lake. The noises of the summer night began to fade to silence as the moon went behind a cloud. Amber shivered as a chill wind whistled through her. It was her turn to know him. She pulled away from him, only their fingertips touching. The moon broke through the clouds as another rainbow appeared in the sky. She pulled her hand away from his, closing her eyes once more to imbed the picture in her memory. *********

Nearly a year later, Amber was being rushed by her best friend to hurry up.

“Come on, Amber,” she urged. “We’ve got to get going! You know how hard it is to find cabs in the evening.”

As the two women dashed into a waiting taxi, Amber held the first copy of her newest release.

“I still don’t know where you came up with the idea for a story like that,” her best friend said.

“Let’s just say it came to me one night,” Amber told her friend with a smile.

The two women were at the bar, waiting for their table. Shrieks and screams at the door caused them to look. In walked five of the most handsome men either had ever seen. Amber smiled, knowing that he had made it back all right. As the men were being shown to their private area, one looked over at Amber. His handsome face looked confused, then a slow grin spread as he recognized her. Saying something to the man in front of him, he made his way to the bar.

“I know this sounds crazy,” he began, “but I think we’ve met before.”

“Not half as crazy as you might think,” Amber said. “Yes, somewhere, somehow, we know each other.”