Lindsay
held A.J.'s hand as he led her silently through the still-crowded lobby of the
hotel in Universal City. Just as it had been at the party, everywhere she
looked there were familiar faces. Faces she was comfortable seeing on TRL, Much
Music or VH1. She tried to absorb as much as possible as he led her to the
elevators...the vaulted glass ceilings, soft music coming from the adjacent
piano bar, massive floral arrangements, and stars...everywhere.
Megan
wasn't happy when Lindsay announced that she and A.J. wanted to go somewhere
quiet so they could talk. Jeanie was an adult and capable of making very adult
decisions. Even though Lindsay was now twenty, she was still a child in an
adult's body. She was away from home and her parents for the first time. Until
tonight, whether she realized it or not, she had been under Jeanie's gentle and
loving guidance. Jeanie gave her all the freedom she wanted, but was always
there to lend advice and try to steer her down the right path.
A.J.'s
room wasn't quite what she expected. She'd always imagined that stars stayed in
palatial suites. Apparently, that wasn't always the case. What the room did
have was a beautiful, panoramic view of the millions of twinkling lights in the
Valley below.
Lindsay
stood at the picture window looking out while A.J. checked his messages.
"You want something to drink...a soda or something? How about music?"
"I'm
fine, thanks," she said dreamily. She could hear ice clinking followed by
soft music. Boyz II Men wafted through the room. "I'll make love to
you...like you want me to..."
"I
promise, I didn't plan that," A.J. laughed as he slipped his arms around
her waist from behind.
"I
am SO not believing you!" she shot back, smiling. Lindsay closed her eyes
as they swayed back and forth to the sensuous music, A.J.'s pelvis pressing
firmly against her, his chin resting on her shoulder. Pushing her long hair to
one side, he planted tiny little kisses up and down her neck.
Part
of Lindsay wanted to just go with everything that was happening. Another part
of her...the fan part...wanted to yell and scream from the balcony, "I'M
WITH A.J.!" Instead, she tried to remain calm and follow his lead.
Taking
her by the hand, he led her to the bed. Before they could sit down, he kissed
her. Holding her face between his hands, he continued to kiss her; their
tongues battling, ignoring the fact that they had to breathe sometime. They
dropped to the bed, their passion almost out of control. A.J.'s hands were
under her shirt and down her pants.
Lindsay
felt drunk from the adrenaline rush. A.J. stood up and removed his tie-dyed
shirt, his eyes never breaking from her. She reached to him, tracing her
fingers along the lines of the cross tattoo on his upper right arm as he began
removing his pants.
She knew what he wanted. She may
have been a virgin, but she'd had more than her share of hormone-driven boys in
high school who were appreciative of anything they could get in the way of oral
sex. This was different. A.J. was not a teenager. He was a grown man used to
getting whoever and whatever he wanted. Tonight, he wanted Lindsay.
The
only clear thought she had right now was of a rainy night in Dallas when she
and Jeanie stayed up almost all night talking about boys and sex. Lindsay had
played around, but never really gone down on a guy until she'd brought him to
orgasm. Jeanie tried to explain technique, which usually resulted in both of
the girls breaking into fits of hysterical laughter.
A.J.,
his hands tangled in her raven hair, pulled her toward this throbbing cock.
Hesitant at first, she let her tongue bathe the length of his shaft. She was
surprised how briny he tasted. He moaned, head back, as she slipped him into
her warm mouth.
("Massage
their balls, they love it," she remembered Jeanie telling her.) Lindsay
fought a gag reflex as A.J. pushed deeper into her mouth. She scraped her long
nails gently across his testicles causing him to twitch and involuntarily jerk
with delight.
"Aah,
Linds..." his voice was deep and gravely as she began to suck up and down,
finding his rhythm. Suddenly, he pulled out. His heaving chest was shiny from
perspiration, his eyes filled with wanton desire. He pushed her back onto the
bed and began removing her clothes.
She
lay passively watching him. This was farther than she'd ever gone with any man.
Lindsay was excited and scared at the same time. There was no doubt in her mind
what was going to happen tonight.
As
his teeth buried into the side of her neck, she groaned and closed her eyes. He
moved quickly down, letting her ample breast fill his mouth, suckling harder,
then harder. A.J. alternated, pulling and fondling the nipple of one breast
while his tongue teased the other breast, then moving deftly back and forth,
again and again, until she writhed with pleasure. All the while, his free hand
feeling, probing, and rubbing her.
As
he separated her thighs, Lindsay hesitated. Her voice quivering, she mumbled,
"I've never done this before."
He
stopped. Taking a deep breath, he backed off. "Why didn't you tell
me?" he whispered. "I'm sor..."
She
wouldn't allow him to finish his sentence. "No! No, you're
misunderstanding. I want to...I want you. I just thought you should know.
Please don't stop."
He
closed his eyes momentarily. Maybe he should send her home...
"A.J.,
please?" she softly begged.
He
leaned down to her, kissing her mouth. "You sure?" Lindsay nodded and
wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him to her. There would be no
experimenting or anything kinky tonight. Not now, not with Lindsay. He mounted
her missionary style, using his legs to separate her thighs. Her breathing was
fast and edgy, he could feel her heart pounding as he slowly lowered himself
into her.
"Oh,"
she moaned, her eyes closed. She was aching to feel him inside her, but
terrified at the same time.
"Lindsay,
I don't want to hurt you. Tell me if you want me to stop...at any time,
okay?" A.J. began kissing her, their passion mounting once again. When the
time was right, he began to ease further into her...slowly at first...tiny,
hesitant strokes...in...out...building in intensity until he was certain she
was ready. Then with one powerful thrust, he filled her. A tiny scream escaped
her throat and she began to cry, not from pain as much as the emotional
release. He stopped, "Shhh...I'm sorry," he kissed her tears.
"Please,
don't stop."
He
began again, trying desperately to pace himself, to hold back so he wouldn't
hurt her. He would push then wait until she relaxed, then would resume his
rhythm. Every time he felt her tense up, he would slow down. A.J. was a gentle
teacher, guiding and leading her down a path she'd longed to take, but had
never found the right man to take the journey with. Until tonight, until A.J.
McLean.
Afterward,
as they lay together, arms and legs entwined, the sheets beneath them wet from
their lovemaking, A.J. kissed Lindsay's forehead. She snuggled into the small
of his neck and whispered, "I love you, A.J."
He
blinked back guilty tears and replied, "I know."