Chapter Twenty-One

Ada

Despite the almost run-in with Jimmy at the festival the rest of the weekend goes smoothly. It’s a good time with Charlie and we sing every time we’re together. I don’t even notice we’re not having sex because we’re both so determined to lay down everything we can while we’re allowed to use the studio.

That is until tonight. It’s Tuesday and we’re getting ready to wind down class with his students and it’s all I’m thinking about. It’s a completely inappropriate time and Shelia is currently leaning over him as her daughter shows what she’s learned. We decided to continue having class and being at his studio because we don’t want Jimmy to think he can run our lives.

He locks the door like he always does and then walks over to me taking both my hands. “I want to play you the song I wrote for you,” he says.

He leads me to the back room. I can’t believe he actually wrote one for me. I don’t know what to say. It’s the sweetest thing I can think of.

“I’ve been working on it for a while now.”

He sits and pulls his guitar to him. The look in his eyes is intense and I feel like I should sit down. I sink onto the couch as he starts to play a soft tune.

She takes her time making decisions

Not one to rush in the room

She finds a way to make you smile

When you're looking through the gloom

She's small but she's fierce

Girl doesn't take any shit

She's beautiful and mine

She's quick with the wit

I can feel her when she's not around

She's in my soul and brings me down

Back down to Earth when I fly too high

I don't know what I'd do without my unhinged muse

She's hiding a lot of sass

Under a lot of shy

I don't know if she knows how crazy she makes me

If she's going, I'm sure coming

And I don't have to ask where

I don't know what I'd do without my unhinged muse

He finishes and smiles at me almost shyly. I am speechless. The song is beautiful and it’s so him.

"There's a whole bunch for you to sing too, but I just wanted to sing the park I wrote with you in mind. Do you like it?"

I stand up from the couch and rush over to kiss him. I almost knock him down as I put my whole body into it. He laughs against my lips.

“I guess you liked it.”

I nod and wipe the tears away from my eyes.

He pulls me against him and I smile. Finally, I think. It’s going to happen.

“You know the last time we were in this position…” I don’t get to finish what I say because Charlie has locked his lips to mine in a possessive wet kiss that leaves my legs shaking. My back is pressed against the wall as I give in. My neck arches up to reach his mouth that’s fused to mine taking, taking, taking. I wonder what else Charlie will be taking from me. My chest heaves from exertion and his palms cup my face keeping me flush against his body.

“The last time what, Addie?” His forehead presses against mine blocking out my sight of him, and I feel his smile rather than see it. The creases in his cheeks moon into a smile and my fingertips tug his chin down so I can better reach him for a kiss of my own. The last time we were in this position he took my virginity and I loved it. The anticipation of tonight fills me with a new-found lust. This part of me is everything I hadn’t expected. I actually crave sex and I didn’t know that I would. It’s even more exciting that we’re in the studio together.

I try changing the subject to appease my nervous energy, “So did you write that song just to get in my pants?” I tease. The song is amazing, nothing less than perfect and if Charlie wasn’t with me right now I might pinch myself to make sure this is all real. Does anyone really write songs for their girlfriends anymore besides dorky middle schoolers? I expected a mixtape of some cheesy classic rock, but an entire song I can call my own makes my knees wobble and my panties melt from being totally blown away.

“Your pants? How about this skirt your wearing?” Charlie’s hands rest on my hips making a slow descent downward grasping the fabric and helping it ride up my thighs. The pads of his fingers are rough and the tactile sensation sends tingles down my spine to settle low in the secret center between my legs that aches just like it did the last time we were in this position.

I clear my throat as his finger makes a lazy stroke of my center over damp cotton. “What about it?” I’m not a virgin any longer and being coy isn’t the style I want to portray anymore but everything is still too new for me to guess what he’ll do next.

He nips at my shoulder speaking, “I’d like to get my hands under it and sink inside of you if that’s alright, sweetheart.”

I gasp feeling his short nails graze my sensitive skin and I clamp my legs together in a weak effort to halt his exploratory hands on their current expedition.

I weakly push at his hands that stop, but don’t move anywhere. I’m just playing with him. It makes him push forward even more.

“Ah…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He chuckles and removes his wicked digits of pleasure leaving me panting and hanging on the edge of the couch. He goes to the front of the building and locks the door. When he comes back he shuts the door to the back room and locks it as well.

I slip my shoes off and pull my legs up on the leather sofa that started this whole seduction in the first place. I smile as I remember the song he wrote for me.

“Drink?” He says and I realize he has a six-pack in the small fridge at the studio.

“Sure.” I plop down trying to cool my head. He sits next to me, his body pressing against me from shoulder to hip right down to our knees as he hands me a matching beer. I take a drink not loving the thick fizz that palpitates on my tongue as I swallow the bitter brew down. It’s alright, but I can think of some better things to drink than this swill Charlie seems to favor. I never told him I prefer wine. There’s still so much more we don’t know about each other.

Our eyes meet and I watch him take a long drag of the beer finishing it off quickly. I follow suit praying I don’t gag on it or embarrass myself further. Our bottles clink on the coffee table and as soon as I’m leaning back up, Charlie pushes me to lay back on the couch.

“Subtle move Casanova.”

He chuckles looking up for a moment before back down at me as if he’s lost in some deep thought.

He shrugs, “I know what I want.”

I swallow back the long question and settle for a single word instead, “And?”

“It’s you I want. I always want you. How is that even a question, Addy?” His fingers gather up my hair moving it out of his way.

“I want you too, Charlie.” It’s much easier to admit it now verbally. I suppose seeing each other naked has a way of breaking down the barriers even if I’m not quite one hundred percent comfortable in my skin.

“I wasn’t sure how you would like my song earlier.” His kicks off his own shoes that clunk to the floor from the couch.

“You’re kidding, right?” He looks so self-conscious and I run my hands through his spiky hair loving the feel of the short strands that graze my fingers.

“Does any artist or musician not feel nervous right before a debut?”

“I guess.” My fingers leave his hair and move to his shirt which I think would look better joining his shoes on the floor. I pull it up and he removes the rest of it easily.

“Of all people, I thought you would understand the importance of firsts, Addy.” His eyes fill with mirth and I shake my head. Leave it to Charlie to bring up my virginity in casual conversation.

I smack his bare arm playfully. “Better watch yourself. I think your students have better game than you do, mister.”

His laughter is a bark and he works his hands between us gathering up my skirt again.

“You won’t be thinking of my game sweetheart when I slide my dick deep inside you.”

He’s right.

I shiver.

I’ll be thinking about his hips moving against mine causing the perfect amount of fiction to get me off. I swivel my hips just so hoping he’s thinking the same thing. A groan follows and I know he’s thinking it as much as I am.

“Charlie,” I grunt when his devil digits tease me mercilessly all over again. He works a blunt finger under the elastic of my panties pulling it to the slide before pressing his finger deep inside me only to pull out and trace the outer edges of my tender lips making me lose my mind.

“Evil man,” I whine wanting more than his habitual teasing. It’s amazing to me how comfortable I’ve become with sex after only doing it a couple of times.

Charlie repeats the move this time leaving a slick honey trail from my center down my thighs as he raises my leg up and over his hip. “Promise you won’t throw me off and lock the door to the bathroom again?” He settles deeper between my thighs.

My hands anchor against him and I raise my hips up to experiment grinding against his thick rod still unfortunately covered in his pants. “A gentleman would never remind a lady of such things.”

“I think you want to rile me up, sweetheart.”

I pant barely able to get the words out in a single sentence.

“I do. Want to. Rile you up.”

“I know.” He smirks and it drives me wild. I wish he would just get down to business. You know, the screwing, the lovemaking. The whatever he wants to call it when he fills me completely because Charlie is so good at it.

“Charlie.” I let my fingers squeeze his immovable shoulders. His hands work magic between us again and his pants are quickly shucked to the floor so he can spring free between the hole in his boxer briefs.

A wrapper crinkles.

“Wait.” I push back.

“What?”

“Um? Can I do it?” I feel like an idiot asking but his kind smile eases the awkwardness I manage to dole out.

“Of course, you can.” He says and he leans up to rest on his knees while I’m still spread out mostly clothed underneath him still. I feel like a trussed-up dinner turkey with nowhere to go and he hands me the condom expectantly. I pinch the top and roll it down over his thick shaft that pulses with warmth under the velvety soft skin that’s rigid in my grasp. All those high school health class videos have nothing on a good selection of Tumblr clips. Who says a little porn can’t go a long way toward education?

Not me that’s for sure. I will never admit to him I watched them just to learn how to do that and feel accomplished.

“My turn.” Charlie grabs my panties and slides them over my butt and up my legs tossing them over his shoulder. I giggle thinking about what they might be saying on their suicide mission to the floor joining his pants and shirt. It’s a minefield of clothing. I swear I have the strangest thoughts in the weirdest moments.

“Up.” He says slipping my shirt off because that’s got to go as well, my bra too. He reaches around me nuzzling his face in the space between my breasts kissing and licking them.

I shift scooting lower on the sofa. My ass rasping bare against the leather. Charlie maneuvers us. One leg resumes its lift over his hips opening me up to let his sheathed dick bounce against me. The other barely makes it to the floor, my toes pressing down to lift me up against him.

“You are so beautiful.” Charlie starts to hum the hook from the song he wrote for me as he slides his dick inside me stretching my lips around his shaft. I’m wet enough it doesn’t hurt but unfamiliar enough that it stills burns as if it’s the first time. Foreplay has nothing on Charlie. His head in the crook of my neck when he pumps shallow thrusts into me. I’m pinned to the sofa underneath him and while it feels okay, I’m claustrophobic like this.

“Charlie, move.” I push and he thrusts.

“No, I mean…” I don’t know what I mean.

“Addy, what you need?” His hips swivel and I nearly see stars. That. That’s exactly what I need more of.

“I want to be on top,” I tell him waiting for the rejection or to be told I’m a silly inexperienced girl.

Instead, I get smartass, Charlie.

“Oh. Do you now?”

I force myself to sound confident rolling my eyes, “yeah.”

“You sure you can handle it?”

I pinch his nipple.

“Move.”

He lifts up enough to rotate keeping himself impaled inside me but giving me what I want. Control. It’s a heady feeling like flying an airplane or what I imagine one might be like. Airplanes aren’t exactly in my wheelhouse.

“Put your knee like… yeah… you got it, Addy.” Charlie leans back watching my every move. His hands cover my tits rubbing the nipples and holding me up for support. It’s a position I think I could get used to.

I lift up and lower myself back down riding him in a slow canter. His hips raise up greedy for more and I speed up rocking the motion and easing down to grind over him.

“Easy girl.” His hands leave my breasts heavily aroused to rest on my hips guiding me into the motion he likes, and give me equal amounts of pleasure on every move. It’s blissful and I feel my legs become languid as my inner muscles work in tandem to hold tight to the impending orgasm.

My core tightens like a coil tighter and tighter until it has nowhere left to go. The force of winding it up so tight is what lets it unravel in a spinning dizzy spiral until I’m left heaving and spent falling forward over Charlie’s chest. He raises his hips up in jerky thrusts. I’ve gotten my share, it’s time for him to unravel the same. He shouts loudly and I wonder if he has neighbors who can hear his sexcapades because my jealousy runs rampant even though I’m fully sated. I can’t help it and I bite my lip to stop myself from saying or doing anything that would be construed as needy or borderline stage five clinger.

I rest my head against his chest that hasn’t stopped thrumming, same as mine. He kisses my forehead and resumes humming the melody for me. It’s sweet, divine, and I realize how foolish I’m being because this man just poured his soul into a song written solely and specifically for me. Maybe I can cling just a little bit.

My rapid heart calms and like a sleepy kitten, I claw my fingers into his pectoral muscles staking my claim. I think I might love this man.

After a while, we get dressed and ready to go. I’m hungry again and hope I can talk him into some take out on the way home.