Chapter Eight
Elly
Tristan was up and out of the house before I got up the morning after the results show. I thought that was weird—it was early for him. Then I remembered that he said he had an appointment with his outpatient director to set up his meetings—or I guess our meetings—for the following week. That should be fun. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to hear any more about his life and how he grew up. It made my heart ache for the little boy that he didn’t get to be.
I met my parents for breakfast and I couldn’t believe how my mother went on about him.
“You know, when you used to be so crazy about him, I really didn’t think he could even sing.”
“Really?” I said, amused.
“Really. I didn’t like that music, I guess. But listening to him live the other night…that was just such a treat. I can see what you see in him.” She was babbling so much I was sure her meal would go cold.
“Saw in him, Mom. I was twelve.”
“You were fifteen as I recall before you took that poster off the ceiling.”
“You knew about the poster?”
“What am I, blind?” she said. “Every time I made your bed, he was staring at me.”
I laughed, “Well, fifteen then…”
“He’s so sweet.”
I laughed even harder at that. “He would die if he heard you call him that, Mom.”
“Why?” she said.
“Because grown men don’t want to be called sweet,” my dad said. That was as good an answer as any.
“Well, whether he wants to be called that or not, he is,” she insisted. I smiled and shook my head. I was beginning to think my mother had a crush on him.
I took them to the museum after breakfast and we saw the DaVinci exhibit, then they went back to the hotel to get ready for the show. It wasn’t for five more hours, but if I knew my father, getting ready would include a nap.
I started getting ready about six. I had to be there at seven and my parent’s would be there before the curtain went up at eight. I was nervous; I always was when it was a live audience. My teacher had given me the lead as usual. I was just really glad Tristan had the good sense to turn down my mother’s offer. I doubted that he wanted to be there anyways. I hadn’t seen him all day. I was trying not to worry, but I really hoped that he wasn’t using again. I pushed those thoughts away and finished getting ready to go.
I put my hair up in a loose bun and curled the long pieces that hung down around my face. I put on my make-up a little darker than usual so that I didn’t look completely washed out on stage, then I put on the dress I’d bought for the show. It was a dark blue, 50’s style swing dress with a flared skirt that was held out by a stiff petticoat. The songs we were singing were all from the 50’s, so the instructor asked that we all get something blue that came from that era. The university wasn’t rich enough to spring for costumes…unless it was for football.
Susie and I found the dress at a vintage store downtown. I loved it and she said it was a good color on me. I wore a pair of flat sandals with it. I had a fear of tripping in heels on stage almost as ingrained in me as my fear of singing in front of a live audience was.
I took one last look before I left and, finally satisfied, I headed for the chorus hall. We did our warm-ups in the back room and finally took our places on-stage. When the curtain went up, I could see my parents front and center. My mother waved; I smiled. We were gearing up to start when I saw Tristan walk in. I was utterly shocked. I couldn’t believe he came. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. He’d heard me sing before, so I wasn’t so much nervous about that. I think I was more nervous about the fact that I was more and more confused about what we were to each other.
When I got my cue, I told myself to forget he was out there and just sing. I sang, but there was no forgetting him. He sat right up front next to my mother. It was a sight that a week ago I would have sworn I’d never see. After we finished each song I saw him clap and at the end of the show when the rest of the audience got to their feet, he did too.
There was a little reception afterwards; of course, I found my parents at the buffet table. My mother brought roses for me. They were beautiful. I hugged her and that’s when I saw Tristan. I was stunned, thinking that he would have left as soon as the show was over. My parents finished fixing their plates and I was suddenly overcome with a desire to touch and be touched by Tristan.
Bolder than I had ever known myself to be, I went over to him and said, “Thanks for coming.”
He grinned and said, “You’re not pissed?”
I smiled back. “We’re you trying to piss me off?”
He shrugged and surprised me by saying, “You did good. You look good too.”
I wanted him right then, right there and I blurted it out, “There’s a nice little couch in the dressing room in back. My parents eat slowly. How’d you like to see how good I look without this dress on?”
His grin turned lecherous and he said, “Lead the way.”
I led him to the back discreetly. When we got to the room before I’d even got the door closed all the way, he was on me. It had been a while; we were both horny as hell. This had to be quick, so we weren’t wasting any time. He had his back to the door, so I reached behind him and pushed it all the way closed and turned the lock. When I straightened back up he took me around the waist and pulled me into him. His lips came down to meet mine and I felt his hot, now familiar tongue snake into my mouth and search mine out. While we kissed, he walked us backwards towards the leather couch. We more tumbled than sat down on it and as soon as I was down on my back, Tristan pulled up my skirt and slid his fingers into the side of my panties.
“Fuck, Elly! You’re so wet!”
“I’m a little bit excited,” I said, breathlessly.
His fingers felt so good as they delved in and out of my soaking wet pussy while his other hand roamed across the rest of my body.
After a few minutes I pushed him back a little and stood up. He looked surprised until I leaned my back against the wall and stripped off my dress. Then I kicked off my shoes. He had a lustful grin on his face when I reached back and unhooked my bra. He stood up and I could see how excited he was. When he got close enough, he put his hands against the wall on either side of me and kissed me again, harder this time. While we kissed, I unzipped his pants and pushed them down over his hips. He wiggled his legs, brushing his still trapped cock against my belly as he did and sending shivers down my spine. He finally kicked off his jeans and then broke the kiss long enough to peel off his shirt.
I reached up and raked my fingernails across his chest. He growled and pulled me up against him tight so that my breasts and hard nipples were smashed against his chest. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. His hands were on my ass and I felt his lips slip from mine, down across my jaw, landing on my neck. He sucked the skin there into his mouth and I knew from the amount of suction that he was going to leave a bruise. I didn’t care; it felt so erotic to have him squeezing my ass cheeks while he sucked on my neck.
He moved his hands to the top of my panties and, as he slid them down, his mouth slid along my body. He latched onto one of my nipples on his way, sucking it into his mouth and causing me to whimper. Then I felt his tongue trace a line down my abdomen as he slid the panties over my calves. When he got them to my ankles, my wet pussy was right at face level. He stopped and sucked my clit into his mouth the same way he’d taken my nipple. I thought I was going to die right fucking then and there. I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
He tortured me for a few seconds like that and then he stood back up, slipping his boxers off as he did. His cock sprang to attention and he took it in one of his hands and with the other he pushed and lifted me up a few inches. Then he finally plunged inside of me. I was so wet and ready that there was no resistance. He slipped all the way into me in one fluid motion. Then he wrapped both arms around me and I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.
When he hit bottom I moaned and Tristan said, “Fuck!” Probably too loudly, but at that point, I didn’t care.
He was moving his hips and moving mine up and down with his strong arms as he did. I had my mouth on his shoulder, sucking and biting at the flesh there and I could feel his jaw clenched tightly against my face.
His breaths got more ragged with each forceful thrust and I suddenly felt the top half of me be propelled backwards so my head was against the wall and my back was arched. He dipped his head down and sucked and licked and nibbled on one of my nipples as I prayed for the strength to stay silent. I wanted to fucking scream it felt so good.
I was writhing against him and whimpering as he moved, slowly but forcefully, against me. He was moving his hips so that each time he buried himself inside of me, my clit would rub up against his pelvis and make me shudder. I was bucking against his thrusts, and when he brought his face back up I crushed my lips back against his and locked us into a long, hot, wet kiss.
“Oh god, Tristan!” I breathed out against his mouth.
“You like it, Elly? Tell me what you like, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“I want it all! Harder, Tristan, fuck me hard. I want you deep inside of me. Oh god! Oh fuck!”
“I won’t last long if we go fast,” he said, breathlessly.
I giggled and said, “Perfect, we don’t have long. Fuck me, Tristan, hard.”
He obliged. Our bodies rocked together, him slamming against me and me against the wall. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me and just before I came, I threw my head forward again and bit down on his shoulder.
He was fucking me so hard that if the wall hadn’t been behind me, I would have flown across the room. My nails were digging into his back as he said, “Fuck! I’m cumming, Elly!”
I grunted out, “Me too.”
I felt his muscles all go tense as he gave one last hard thrust and then I felt my own orgasm tearing through me. I moaned. I’d lost all control, all sense of whether someone would hear or not.
“Yeah, baby,” he said with his lips pressed against my neck, “That’s it, cum with me.”
That caused another full body shiver as our juices both rushed out and mingled together all across his cock. I could feel the excess running out as he continued to hold me, pressed against the wall. My body was shaking all over and he waited for it to subside and for my breathing to become less ragged before turning me around and sitting me down on the sofa.
He dropped down next to me and said, “Jesus fuck!”
“You said it,” I told him. There were just no other words. “We should get back out there,” I told him.
He nodded, and while we both got dressed, neither of us spoke. Once we were put back together, we went out and found my mother and father now at the dessert table.
“There you are,” my mom said. “Did you try the cheesecake? It was so good; I’m going back for another piece.”
Tristan was holding back a grin as I said, “I had a piece, it was incredible.”
My parents were leaving in the morning. They said goodnight to Tristan before he left and as they were saying goodbye to me, my mother said,
“I sure do like that boy. He’s got eyes for you, Elly.”
“We’re just friends, Mom.” My mind flashed to the hot sex we’d just had.
“I can see how he looks at you. You should give it a chance.” She was sincere.
I smiled. “Bye, Mom. I love you.”
She smiled and patted my face with her hand. “I love you, too,” she said.