Mac
looked down at Jeanie, her blonde hair spread over the pillowcase, skin
flushed, green eyes fixed on his every move. She had no earthly idea the effect
she had on him.
"Don't
stop..." she whispered.
Once
again, he thrust into her. A moan escaped her throat as she lifted herself up
to take him in. Her arms were stretched above her head; her breasts spread full
before him. As much as he wanted release, he wanted this to never end. He
wasn't sure when their relationship changed, but over the course of the past
year something happened. They had always been friends, but now they were
lovers. He wasn't sure this was right, but he was certain they both wanted it
to happen.
He
pulled out again. She moaned, "Mac, why are you doing this to me?"
"Because
you love it," he mumbled as he began to caress and separate her trembling
legs. His tongue played lightly over her until she begged him to stop. Her legs
wide open, he continued his assault by slipping his tongue into her quickly and
then back out as he lightly pinched and held her between his fingers...gripping
her until his tongue plunged deep into her again. Her hips moved to the
tortuous rhythm of his tongue and fingers, alternating and balancing between
extreme pleasure and intense pain.
"Mac,
please..." she whimpered.
Smiling,
he sat up and pulled her up and down onto him. She wrapped her arms around his
neck and gave him a tiny kiss on the lips as she eased onto his erection and
began grinding her hips into his lap. For Mac, this was the best part...when
they sat face to face, pulling him in, enveloping him. When he thought he
couldn't possibly fill her any more, she would wiggle and moan and somehow take
in more of his throbbing erection.
"Lady,"
he groaned, "you know how to work it, don't you?"
"No,"
she murmured, eyes closed.
"Yes..."
he began to thrust harder, grabbing her ass, pulling her hard onto him,
slamming into her. He slipped one finger into her and she erupted into an
orgasm so powerful that he felt certain she would break free of his embrace.
"God...yes..."she
screamed as she climaxed.
They
sat locked in a lovers' embrace for several minutes, gently rocking back and
forth, kissing and stroking each other.
"Mac?"
she said softly, pulled back a little to look at his face. "Thanks."
He
winked and kissed the tip of her nose. "That's what friends are
for..."
***********************
Kevin
looked at the piece of crumpled paper. He'd never had so much trouble getting a
phone number in his life.
Every
road leading to Jeanie Kirkpatrick seemed to lead to a dead-end. He called the
radio station, but no one seemed to know who she was. He tried to tell them he
thought she was a contest winner. Unfortunately, her name wasn't on any list of
winners. He tried Directory Assistance for Dallas...dead-end. He even tried
checking the search for people feature on his web browser...another dead-end.
His
break came in the most unlikely fashion while he was flipping through Billboard
scanning the charts to see where they placed that week. A new group called
"8-O" had a song with a bullet. In tiny parenthesis under the title
was J. Kirkpatrick/D. Boudine. Kevin made a few phone calls and sure enough,
one of the songwriters was Jeanie Kirkpatrick, but was it her?
All
the professional association directories referred her calls to Megan Woods. His
office had been contacting Woods' office for over two months with no
success...until now.
The
memory of Jeanie Kirkpatrick was driving Kevin crazy. He had no idea why. He
just couldn't seem to shake the picture of her as she dipped her chin a little
when he spoke to her...diverted her eyes. He would never forget that night...it
was almost dusk...windy and cold. She seemed to hang back a little, standing
behind the kids, but seemingly surrounded by a gentle sadness. She wouldn't look
at him yet let him caress her soft hand.
She
was a mysterious puzzle to him...a puzzle Kevin was determined to solve.
*********************
"God,
answer your phone," Jeanie grumbled, half-asleep. She shook Mac who was
sleeping soundly.
"What?"
"Your
phone is ringing. Do you have the machine on, dumb ass?" she buried her
face into the pillow again.
Mac
fumbled and groggily answered. "yeah...yeah...sec." He shoved the
receiver in the direction of Jeanie, hitting her on the forehead.
"Ouch!"
she slapped his arm. "Hello?"
"Aunt
Jeanie?" Jessie sounded hysterical.
Jeanie
was immediately awake. She looked at the clock. "What's wrong?"
"Oh
my God," was all Jessie could mumble as she paced furiously around her
room.
"Jessica,
what's wrong? Did something happen? Just calm down and talk to me," Jeanie
pulled the sheet up around her breasts. "Jess?"
"I'm
okay...everything is fine. It's just you got a call..."
"For
Christ's sake, Jessie. You scared the crap out of me." Jeanie rolled her
eyes as Mac lay back down. "Who called?"
"Oh
God..." she began chanting again. "Okay, okay, okay...Kevin. Kevin
called. Kevin Richardson called. I talked to Kevin. He gave me his phone
number. Oh God, I'm looking at his number..." she was rambling
incoherently.
Jeanie
was stunned. "I'll be right home."
"Everything
okay?" Mac asked. She looked like she'd seen a ghost. "Jeanie?"
"Yeah...yeah.
I need to go home." She stood up and reached for her clothes. "Jess
is freaking out. For some reason Kevin Richardson called me."
"Cool.
Set me up an interview," he laughed as he reached for his jeans.
Jeanie
laughed and tossed a pillow at him. "That's great...boy, do I feel used
right now!"
"Funny...I
feel used, too," he teased. "I mean you come over here, seduce me,
come like a friggin’ freight train...then run off cause Kevvy called you!"
he ducked as she took a playful jab at him. He grabbed her and gave her a hug
and jokingly whispered, "Oh, baby...you get Kevin!"
"Screw
you, Mac!" she pulled away laughing.
"Any
time...any time..."