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Part 5
By Trynia Merin
Disclaimer: KISS, Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons are real persons, and this story is not meant to harm or demean them in any manner. It is a work of fiction. Trynia Merin and other characters are property of the author. Rated R for sexual content and language, so no readers under 18 please. Images from KOL gallery and Geneaholics Anonymous site.
Time passed too quickly in the flurry of movies and exchanged words. Shannon and Shandi were relaxing nicely and sharing pieces of their lives with their idols when Peter reached over and nudged Ace. He groaned and shook his head vehemently.
"Why spoil it?"
"We have to go, tonight," Peter said as he glanced at Gene. Gene waved him away as he pressed Shannon's lips in a passionate kiss.
"Band buisiness?" Peter reiterated. Gene continued to ignore him.
"Shit, and we were just having fun," said Ace. "What about our private fan club?"
"Ask them," Paul mouthed to Peter and Ace.
"Huh?" Ace asked, momentarily clueless.
"You guys have to go?" Shandi cried. "No!"
"Aww shit," Shannon snapped, pulling away from Gene. "Just when it was getting good..."
"We are sorry. But there is something we wanted to ask you..." Gene said, pulling her back into his lap.
"What?" Shannon asked.
"Well, we are taking a break this weekend, and we were wondering..." Peter asked.
"If you were expected anywhere..." Paul added.
"And since you said you were unemployed... and I was guessing you'd have the weekend to enjoy Hotter then Hell..." Gene continued.
"You mean..." Shandi gasped, her heart pounding again, even faster then before.
"What do you say to a little impromptu trip?" Gene asked.
"Where?" Shannon asked.
"Los Angeles..." Paul smiled. "For the next few days?"
"Holy shit... no fucking way!" Shandi shrieked.
"Well it's like this. We have a weekend of R and R," Peter explained. "Followed by a week of some interview stuff for me and Ace in NYC, while Gene and Paul do their own recording in LA."
"We meet back here in LA next weekend," Ace explained.
"You could tag along with us," Gene suggested. "For a little fun."
"Hang out, you know?" Ace suggested.
"Wait a minute... hold on..." Shannon held up a hand. "I'm responsible for Shandi and she has to work this summer, and take summer classes. I promised her mother and father I'd bring her back!"
"We can bring you back quickly late Sunday night," Gene assured her. "And nothing will happen..."
"At least that would be considered illegal," Peter added, squeezing Shandi's shoulder.
"Oh darn," Shandi pouted. "I don't wanna miss you guys performing here in LA..."
"Well I'm heading to NYC on Monday," Peter said. "Shandi can fly out with me and Jenilee, and we can give her a ride home. And then on Friday night I can meet you and take you to NYC where we can fly out the following weekend so you can meet up with your friend Shannon again..."
"Well I'm sure my mom will buy it... as long as I get home in one piece so I can work and do classes," Shandi muttered.
"Yeah, and you and Jenilee can get to know each other," Peter said to her. "I thikn you'd get along pretty damn well..."
"Works for me," Shandi nodded. "What do ya say, Shan?"
"When do we leave?" Shannon asked Gene, trying to steady her quaking voice.
"Tonight," Gene smiled. "So if you ladies don't' mind a four hour flight to LA..."
"Ohhhh my word... it isn't a redeye is it?" Shannon asked, resting a hand on her hip.
"Nope, why fly in a tin can when you can..." Ace began.
"Shut up Ace," Peter groaned. "Not that damn joke again!"
"Our things..." Shandi asked.
"What hotel room are you in?" Peter asked.
"135," Shandi said.
"Gimmie the key," Peter said. "Hang on..."
He strode over to the door, and opened it. There was a brief conversation between him and Dan, who nodded something. Peter passed the key to him, and shut the door.
"Special delivery?" Shannon nudged Gene.
"Nothing but the best..." Gene smiled. "So, you ladies up to a trip?"
"You kidding, YEAH!" Shandi cried.
"Sounds like a yes to me," Andora grinned to Ace.
Turning to Trynia, Paul smiled, "you see, all you had to do was ask them..."
"Well, so far so good... but it's a long flight to LA..."
"I know," Paul winked. "And I'm sure they'll all find something to do to pass the time..."
High above Albany the jet winged its way, conveying its passengers speedily through the starlit sky. Out the window, Trynia peered to see the constellation of lights twinkling below to answer those above.
"Like the view?" Paul asked her, his arm around her shoulders.
"Hmm yeah," she laughed. Leaning over she pressed a kiss to those perfect lips. Paul sighed and wrapped her in his arms, gently teasing her tongue with his own.
Shandi curled up next to Peter, both fast asleep. It was a long flight, and she intended to be as fresh as she could for whatever tomorrow brought. Peter's arm draped around her shoulders, resting her head on his chest. They both looked very cute nestled together. Ace typed on his computer next to Andora, who was watching him answer fan mail intently.
Shannon's lips curled in desire, and Gene glanced sidelong at her. He leaned over to whisper, "What are you thinking about little girl?"
"About what I could have done with Ray..."
"What would you have done?" asked Gene, voice dropping in pitch to a growl.
"Uh... I'd show you here... but..."
"There is a room in the back..." Gene winked.
"Oh my god... you'd actually..."
"Uh huh. It's all your fault, and you've got me rising to it," he whispered.
"Tell me more," Shannon grinned. Taking her hand, Gene helped her to stand. She still wore the short dress with the slit up the sides. He led her into the rear of the cabin, where a few doors led to a private office in the rear of the KISS Jet.
"Step into my office," Gene grinned, opening the door for her. She tiptoed through, and felt Gene behind her. He closed the door and locked it. Eyes darkened with desire, he slowly strode toward her. Not wanting to make it too easy, Shannon strode backwards, almost tripping over her boots. She slammed against something hard and rectangular, and almost fell over it.
"Easy," Gene laughed, grabbing her hand as he moved to steady her. He pressed her between the object and his hips. Glancing over her shoulder, Shannon realized it was a desk riddled with papers and binders.
"Hmm," Gene grinned, running his hand down her shoulder and along her side. His fingers tickled her skin through the precarious fastenings of the slit.
Shannon sighed and rubbed her hips against him, wrapping her arms around his waist and rubbing her hands over his ass. She marveled at the feel of his thighs through leather, and lay her head against his chest. Every smell and every feel she filed into her brain, trying to absorb every bit of this wonderful dream.
"You smell delicious," Shannon sighed, kissing his chest and inhaling his cologne and the musk of his body.
"So do you," he nosed into her hair with a growl. She came to mid chest on him, his hands slowly riding up her thighs and pulling her skirt up. He glanced down to see the floral tops of her thigh highs, and lifted the front panel up with interest. She groaned as he slipped his finger under her thong to explore her moistening depths.
"Oh god..." she whimpered, clutching onto him tightly as he slipped his finger inside. Yelping she jumped, and Gene lifted her to sit on the desk.
"You like that don't' you..."
"God yes..." she whispered. She reached down to rub her hand against his obvious erection straining in his leather pants.
"Now... what exactly did you have in mind for my... clone?' Gene laughed.
"Hmm... well, it would help if I was off this desk," she laughed, and pushed him back. Slipping down to the floor, she rubbed her cheek against his bulge, and began to unfasten his belt buckle. He sighed with pleasure as she slowly unbuttoned his pants and jerked the zipper down precariously centimeter by centimeter. Once she pulled his shirt out of his pants, and pushed them down a bit, she tugged at his silk underwear. Her lips and tongue slid over him effortlessly, and Gene grabbed her neck to guide her. Yet she needed no direction he discovered to his obvious pleasure.
His low growl shook through both as he thrust into her mouth's sweet embrace. It didn't' take long for her to work him to the point of explosion. She feasted on his excitement, Gene arching his back as his eyes rolled into the dark recesses of his sockets. When she had licked her lips and backed away, Gene pulled her to her feet. For a moment he pulled himself back together, and set her up on the desk. Moving between her knees, he hugged her close, kissing her to taste himself on her lips.
"Well, that's an interesting preview..." Gene laughed, kissing her again.
"It's only a Demon snack," Shannon laughed.
"Hmm I'm ready for the main course," he grinned. Pushing her down on the desk, he slid his hands down her body. On the way, back up he tugged her dress off in one fluid motion, her arms stretching past her head so he could tug it off. Down her body over her breasts his hands traced, for the dress needed no bra. Over her thighs he tugged down the stockings, stopping only at her boots. One by one he unzipped them and pulled them off, making her gasp with relief. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside, revealing his chest glistening with sweat already. Swinging her around to lay lengthwise across the desk, he moved between her legs, and rubbed her tired feet. He ran his thumb over the tattoo on her ankle, and leaned to kiss it.
"I like that..."
"Hmmm," she swooned, loving the feel of his hands caressing her thighs.
"And I am sure you'll like this..." he laughed, reaching under and tearing her thong off in his haste to bare her totally. Again, he shimmied out of his pants, freeing himself. She was sure he would return the oral pleasure, but instead he turned to reach for something. Fingers traced down to tease her aching need, stopping inches from it.
"Oh come on... please!' she cried.
"Please what?"
"Do me..."
"Do what?" he asked. "I don't think I heard you..."
"Fuck me good," she whispered, her throat choking.
"Hmm hmm," he laughed. "I didn't hear that very well. This airplane does tend to drown out the noise..."
"Fuck me!" she said louder, over the drone of the engine.
"So, you want to be initiated into the mile high club," Gene grinned, slipping the protection over himself.
"Yes..." she nodded eagerly.
"I don't know. It's a big responsibility..." he pretended to ponder, stepping out of his pants, and kicking them aside with his boots. Gloriously naked he stood before her, hesitating.
"Aww damn..." she began to cry.
"Hey, no need for tears baby," Gene laughed, lowering himself to her. He rubbed himself over her belly, kissing her deeply. She wrapped herself around him, struggling to take him in. He held her hands on either side of her face, and climbed on top of her.
"Please..." Shannon pleaded. "I want you..."
"I think that qualifies as a yes," he cooed. In one fluid motion, he thrust into her, making her scream. Harder and harder, he slammed into her, supporting her hips with his hands. Her legs wrapped around him like a vise, pulling him harder into her eager interior.
Trynia moved in her kiss with Paul at the sound of distant screaming. A flush of embarrassment flooded her complexion, and Paul lifted an eyebrow quizzically. He stroked her cheek, pushing her hair aside as he commented, "I guess somebody couldn't wait to get to LA..."
"I guess not!" she groaned.
"What's wrong?" Paul asked her.
"Uh... well... I guess I get a little... awkward hearing other people... banging each other... or making love..."
"You look awfully cute when you blush like that," Paul grinned, pulling her close again.
"I can't help it!" she groaned again. "That's my friend Gene's initiating into the mile high club!"
"Sounds like she doesn't mind," Paul laughed.
"Oh god..." Trynia half moaned, hand over her face.
"Want to join them?" Paul teased.
"Uh... that's one club I can do without... and besides, they seem to have the back office occupied..."
"There's the bathroom," Paul laughed.
"Uh, no thank you... I hope you're not disappointed in me..."
"Hmm no, but you'll make up for it later," Paul winked.
"I'm dead,' Trynia groaned, knowing Paul loved sex in risky places.
The night passed quickly, and it was late when the KISS jet finally landed in LA. A few weary girls were escorted or carried from the plane to the waiting limousines. Peter helped Dan to carry Shandi, while Ace walked with a sleepy Andora.
Gene carried Shannon, who was fast asleep, while the road security brought the girls things. Trynia looked up at Paul sleepily, and asked, "Where are they staying?"
"Well, Ace and Andora are sacking out at Gene's place, in one of his guestrooms. And Peter's staying in the guesthouse. I think Shandi and Shannon will be comfortable there with him... what do you say, Gene?"
"Well that was what I had in mind," Gene smiled. "Sound good to you, Peter?"
"Yeah, then I can keep an eye on you, man," Peter poked his finger at Gene. "And make sure you behave!"
"See you later..." Paul waved to them as they bundled their charges into one limousine. Another pulled up, and Paul tugged her toward it. Chris carried Trynia's luggage, along with Joe. Arm around her hips Paul urged her into the limousine.
"It's not too far..." he promised. "Then it's a good night's sleep, and a long day of relaxation tomorrow..."
"To Gene's home?"
"Now why would I stay there when I have my own place only two minutes away?" Paul winked at her.
"Oh boy," Trynia got out. This was much more then she bargained for, staying in Paul's own home. Far too much more. For the rest of the night, she felt sleep claim her weary body.
The night passed quickly, and it was late when the KISS jet finally landed in LA. A few weary girls were escorted or carried from the plane to the waiting limousines. Peter helped Dan to carry Shandi, while Ace walked with a sleepy Andora.
Gene carried Shannon, who was fast asleep, while the road security brought the girls things. Trynia looked up at Paul sleepily, and asked, "Where are they staying?"
"Well, Ace and Andora are sacking out at Gene's place, in one of his guestrooms. And Peter's staying in the guesthouse. I think Shandi and Shannon will be comfortable there with him... what do you say, Gene?"
"Well that was what I had in mind," Gene smiled. "Sound good to you, Peter?"
"Yeah, then I can keep an eye on you, man," Peter poked his finger at Gene. "And make sure you behave!"
"See you later..." Paul waved to them as they bundled their charges into one limousine. Another pulled up, and Paul tugged her toward it. Chris carried Trynia's luggage, along with Joe. Arm around her hips Paul urged her into the limousine.
"It's not too far..." he promised. "then it's a good night's sleep, and a long day of relaxation tomorrow..."
"To Gene's home?" she asked playfully.
"Now why would I stay there when I have my own place only two minutes away?" Paul winked at her.
"Oh boy," Trynia got out. This was much more then she bargained for, staying in Paul's own home. Far too much more.
It was early, she guessed, but the intense sleep she had fallen into was refreshing. Slowly she rose from the mattress, and blinked in the morning light. Venetian blinds, made of slatted bamboo and fine wood filtered the beams from her eyes. She blinked again, sitting up in the soft satin sheets. Her eyes fell on the ornate clock, and she saw that it was ten am.
She was alone in the room, but it didn't distress her. She sighed deeply, and took the bathrobe draped over the chair. It was a generous king sized bed, about the size of any in a hotel, but the canopy was a very personal touch. Around her she saw the other personal touches of her room, and smiled at the distinct Mediterranean style to the furniture. A lacey canopy spread over the four poster oak and mahogany framed bed, high off the floor.
Matching dressers and a huge walk-in closet were opposite the bed with its twin night stands and tiffany lamps. She wandered over to the long curtained windows and realized they opened onto a balcony. Pushing the curtain back she saw a sliding glass door, which slid easily open. Fresh air, chilly with condensation wafted into the room, and she could hear the gentle breeze in the trees. Over the complex she peered, seeing the Spanish American architecture of the fine houses in the neighborhood.
So wrapped in the spell of the morning was Trynia that she failed to notice the door opening softly. Someone tiptoed in, and she felt something brush her hair aside. She leapt, and spun around into Paul's arms.
"Whoa, easy there," he laughed, hugging her close. His chest was gloriously bare, and she felt him press against her eagerly. Running her hand down his leg she realized he was only wearing boxer shorts!
"Where were you?" she asked shyly. "Did you just wake up and come in to say hello..."
"I didn't expect you up so soon," he whispered, leaning over to kiss her lips softly. "I was just coming up from my morning workout..."
"This is your room?" she asked him.
"You got it..."
"I feel like a total moron," she laughed.
"Now why do you say that?" he asked, stroking her back. She felt his hands trace down to grip her backside, and she felt compelled to do the same.
"Force of habit..."
"Another one we'll have to break you of," Paul laughed. "Hmmm I love how your hands feel on me... you know?"
"Uh huh," she laughed. "And I think you're wishing you were the one I was doing it to... I know I do..."
"Don't I," he sighed, as she stroked her hands up and down his bare back. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a log," she whispered, rubbing her cheek against the soft hair of his chest and depositing a kiss there. "I'm only sorry I was too tired to do anything..."
"I don't want to wear you out, sweetheart," he laughed. "But there is a lot of lost time I intend to catch up on..."
She gasped as Paul swept her up and carried her back to the bed. He gently lay her down, and climbed on top of her. It had been a while since the afternoon when they had stolen a moment in the limo on the way to meet her friends. But it felt like forever since they had shared any lovemaking. That morning of the first day, Friday had been spent in an long session at the computer finally breaking down the first chapters of his book. Her memories wandered back to that time where he had been impressed with her writing skills, despite the arguments about style back and forth they had shared.
Trynia whispered his name, stroking her fingers up and down his back with light feather touches. He took his time, unlike the limo and the shower, pressing soft kisses up and down her body. Paul appeared to be in no hurry, sometimes leaning up to peer deep into her eyes. His latest kiss caressed the mark of his face tattooed on her breast, and his hands over her body. He ignored the stretch marks that had worried her so many times before, and she noticed a few marks on his body, including the usual imperfections a normal person would have.
He had told her a secret that last time, of how he had once been a pudgy youth, insecure. How he'd worried about his image. She had no idea till now how hard he had to work to keep his body in such shape. Over the last few days she saw his dietary choices, which included few deserts, if any. Turning her attention outward again, she traced a hand over his cheek, and caressed over his mouth and nose with her fingers. Her eyes fixed into his, shivering at the intense stare that peered into her thoughts. At first it unnerved her, but now she was becoming accustomed to it.
"What are you thinking about?" he whispered, caressing her breasts through the silk gown she had purchased. It was purple, and he loved the feel of her body through it. Feeling the embrace of his thighs around her hips she felt the excitement pressing into her belly and shifted under him with contentment.
"How beautiful you look," she said. "And how much experience I've had squeezed into me in the last week. It's enough for a lifetime..."
"That's just the beginning. We still have the whole rest of the summer love," he assured her.
"I never though you'd let me in," she whispered.
"In... in where? To my private life?" he asked slowly.
"Yes. The real parts that you want nobody to see. Like the stretchmarks on my body, or the distant fears of my own life..." she said soberly.
"And what have you deduced that I'm hiding?" Paul asked her, amused but concerned.
"You've been badly hurt, by so many. You feel so deeply like I do. And yet each time you're willing to risk it all..." she sighed, stroking the rose on his arm. "You give warmth without giving your deepest heart, but in giving to your fans you give them your all..."
"that's beautiful," he whispered, kissing her forehead, then nuzzling into her hair.
"I don't expect to reach into your soul, Paul," she said, glancing up. "Or want you to squeeze me into your life if you don't want me to..."
"There's room for you baby. I'm making it now. And right now there's so much I want you to learn..."
"I sometimes feel so inadequate..." she said.
"Well you can stop that now," he scolded her gently. "Because I'm going to make sure the next person who has the pleasure of your company won't have anything to complain about. And I have absolutely nothing to complain about being with you now..."
"I cannot make my body do what I wish..."
"I can read your body, can you read mine?" he laughed. Slowly he rose from the bed, and she saw him hunt for something in one of the drawers. A soft scent drifted through the room, and she realized it was incense. He opened the sliding door to let fresh air in. Leaning over he lay alongside her, and stroked her face.
"You said something about wanting me to learn things..." she looked up at him.
"Mmm hmm," Paul smiled, stroking his hand over her breast through the fabric of her nightgown. "And we have all day today and tomorrow to learn."
Gently he took her hand and guided it down to caress him just the way he liked. She had done this before, but there was a deliberate slowness. He got up, and turned over so his legs lay where his head had been, and he pulled her head to rest against his thighs. Peeling off her nightgown he tossed it onto the floor in a huddled mass with his boxer shorts. She guessed what he was going to show her as he slipped out of his boxer shorts and threw them down. Shaking hands reached over to caress him.
"Not with your hands," he teased, gently grabbing them in his.
"I couldn't..." she flushed with embarrassment.
"Have you ever tried?" he asked her. "If you don't want to I understand... but I would love to teach you..."
"This is embarrassing I don't know if I'd do it right..."
"Try," Paul whispered. "There's nobody here to bother us..."
He reached for something by the bedside, and passed it to her. She realized it was a container of something that smelled of strawberries, and the light dawned in her head. She squeezed gel into her hands and slowly rubbed it up and down the insides of his thighs. Paul groaned in pleasure, till her hands worked over his length. Again he seized her hands in his, and she knew what he wanted.
He rolled over onto his back, and lay there with her hands in his. He released them, and propped his head on one arm to watch what she would do. Shakingly she stroked her tongue along the inner surface of one thigh, licking up the strawberry gel. It tingled her tongue, and she felt his skin warming up. Slowly, deliberately she gained confidence, shutting her eyes as she felt her way up his leg. With one hand she steadied him and lightly stroked her tongue down him, tasting only strawberries along something soft and supple. At the back of her neck she felt his hand gently guiding her, and she licked gently. His low rumbling groan was encouraging, and she still kept her eyes shut, taking her time. Her small hands together managed to encircle his hardness, and she worried about the next step.
"Ohh baby, keep going," he whispered softly. "Don't' be afraid."
She slipped him only slightly into her mouth, still steadying him with one hand. She tasted strawberries, and felt the velvety warmth and softness of his skin slipping over her tongue. He groaned again, lightly pushing with his hand on her neck. Surely he didn't expect her to take him all in?"
"That's it... take your time... baby... nice and easy... don't stop..." he hissed through clenched teeth. Quickly she remembered how good his tongue had felt on her hot places, and struggled to duplicate that here. In measured doses she slipped further along him, almost choking, but he held her back gently yet firmly. Hips thrust gently upward, and she gasped, almost choking.
"Breathe through your nose... easy..." he whispered. "Relax... don't' tense..."
Paul's instructions disappeared in a deep moan. He stopped and she felt something warm seep over her tongue. Startled, she backed away and Paul's hand did not stop her. An odd taste mingled with strawberry she had never sampled before.
"Hmmmgh..." she coughed, shaking as Paul stroked her in his lap.
"That was incredible baby... awesome," Paul laughed. He curled up around her and she began to laugh, feeling the mingled substance running over her chest. For a while he held her, then pressed her down into the bed and spread her legs. He moved back and leaned over her, lightly nibbling and kissing her thighs as he kissed her sensitive skin. Her own climax was reached as she lay back and let out a cry of release.
For a little while he let the shivers subside and held her close to his beating heart. Excitement spread into his body again, and she could feel his tense hardening pressing against her thigh urgently.
"You're rising to it again?" she asked.
"Mmm hmm," Paul smiled. "I do have a body built for sin, and an appetite for passion... and I was wondering..."
She rolled him over, eagerly anticipating more. To Paul's delight, she was fully intending to make the most of this opportunity. With a balance between delicacy and passion she kissed his chest and stroked her tongue over his own nipples in the same fashion as he had done to her. The salty taste of his sweat and the scent of his musk filled her senses, and inflamed further desire. With her skin pressed to his it was almost difficult to see where she ended and he began, her own body lowering to his. Over him, she stroked her hips, without taking him inside her, and Paul laughed with delight.
"I like that... baby. Tease me some more..."
She pinned his wrists under hers, laughing at the desire sparkling in his deep eyes. Everything she was doing served only to drive him crazy, and he writhed playfully against her. The strength in her small hands was impressive, pushing him under her full weight. "I have you right where I want you..." she laughed.
"Oh you do, do you?" Paul winked. Suddenly he slipped his leg between hers, and arched his back, rolling her over in the bed. Playfully they wrestled, pushing against each other as he tried to shake her grasp but couldn't. Just out of her reach, he kept himself, her desire increasing with each passing moment.
She slipped her hands away from his wrists, freeing them. Before Paul could stop her, she attacked his ribs with tickling feather strokes. Rolling over on his side, he laughed, convulsing with delight. Then as she thought he was lying still, she moved up to kiss him. Like a sprung trap Paul seized her again and pinned her thighs with his, grabbing her wrists in his hands.
"Now... you're going to pay the price you little sneak," he laughed, straddling her. With his full weight, he pinned her down, parting her legs with his knee. She rubbed herself against him, wrapping her legs around his thigh.
"I think you'd like a shot of my love gun a lot better," he hummed, slipping his hands between her thighs and his, tickling her in a most intimate spot. With a shriek, she released, and he grasped her ankles in his hands.
"Uh oh... I'm going to get it now..." she laughed, face flushed a pleasant rose.
"Mmm hmmm..." Paul purred, and teased her wetness with his firm desire. With a single smooth movement, he thrust inside, and she gasped. For a moment, he remained, feeling her tightness accommodating him.
"Is this another lesson?" she asked, peering up at him through dark lashes. Her eyes were shut as she lay back and enjoyed the feel of his manhood buried deep inside.
"You're already qualified in this one," he cooed, rocking slowly but pressing deeper with each thrust. This time he felt her clenching him tightly not used to the heavy activity of the past week.
Paul moved torturously slow, and Trynia sighed deeply, eyes darkened with inflamed desire. It delighted Paul to see that she was enjoying it as much as he was, not wishing him to rush, but savoring the slow climb to orgasmic release.
"Lift your hips a little baby, and move with me," he whispered. "That's it... it will be that much better for you as well as me..."
She wanted to bite back her cry, but felt it would be sacrilege to deny Paul the pleasure of her scream. He was making his own pleasure audibly as well, unhindered by anyone around them. Barely had she recovered from his last assault then he worked her again, leaning over to tease her nipples to hardness with his tongue. This was going to be a long process, she realized, an epic journey to many destinations before Paradise was attained. In addition, he was both guide and rider every step along the way.
They had stopped for a hearty breakfast, and they were in the process of another quick session by late morning. She learned fast, although she ached, Paul could tell she was becoming accustomed to his appetites. What a delight to find someone who was up to his demands! Secretly he was glad he was with her instead of Gene. Would that little rivalry ever cease?
Trynia had almost inhaled the fresh green salad with strips of grilled chicken. She had to admit Paul's healthy diet was a pleasant change to the junkfood diet she had adopted out of economic hardship.
He watched her chew, and noticed she was doing much the same. Already some of her fleshly pleasant curves were beginning to melt away with the constant physical activity of the last week. It was quite possible she had lost five pounds! AS she glimpsed him watching her, she closed her robe with a blush.
"Still shy, sweetheart?" Paul teased her, his cheeks moving beautifully as he chewed another bite of salad. Everything bout that man was sheer perfection and it drove her crazy.
"Yes," she admitted. "Old habits die hard..."
"And new ones are difficult to cultivate," he laughed, leaning over and kissing her ear softly. He took her empty bowl and his, rising to place them into the dishwasher. They ate combined breakfast and lunch in his kitchen.
"So, are we going to work on your book a little more?"
"Yes, and we can do that by showing you a little bit about my town," Paul smiled.
"I thought New York was your home turf," she joked.
"Right smarty, but I've lived here the past twenty years," he chuckled, leaning over and wrapping his arms around her.
"So... I get to see what makes the Starchild tick, is that it?"
"Mmm hmm," he hummed into her hair. "But there's going to have to be some limitations on what goes into the book..."
"We hashed that out before," she reminded him. "No personal dirty secrets."
"I just want to be sure you understand, because a lot of fans would take advantage of me... and I don't want..."
"How could I not, Paul," she asked, glancing up him in annoyance. He saw hurt in her dark eyes and regretted his words. Pushing him away, she leapt out of the chair and turned away, wrapping the robe around herself. She walked away as he tried to come after her, toward the porch.
"I'm a private man, and there are just things I don't' want everyone to know. And you have to understand that people are going to pay you lots of money to tell them...."
"Do you think so little of me that I'd air your goddamn laundry? I don't want to know your dirty secrets Paul. I don't want to know how many women you've slept with, or who you screwed! I don't give a damn if you're still with your ex wife or not!"
Her dark eyes flashed with anger as he gripped her arms. There were tears in her eyes, and Paul felt a choking in his own throat. "I'm sorry I..."
"Why would you even consider I want to know those things! Any more then you'd want to know when my first period was, or who broke my heart... or who first screwed me! How embarrassed I felt for half my goddamned life because I didn't' think I was good enough to love anyone?" she yelled at him, pent up frustration spewing into angry words. She buried her face in her hands, letting the tears flow down her cheeks.
"Aww shit," Paul sighed. "I didn't mean it like that I just..."
"You just what Paul?" she asked. "I know you're been hurt. And I'm not expecting to take away your pain or any shit like that. Especially since I know I could hardly presume that any one woman could do that for you..."
"I'm not expecting you too... Tryn," he sighed. "Will you please look at me..."
"I don't know if I can..." she sobbed.
"I want you to look at me..." Paul pleaded. "Please... I want to apologize.... There's so many people who want a piece of me...and I can't just freely give..."
"I know that," she sniffed, as Paul took her into his arms. "God do I know that. But you give your all to us every time you paint on that star and sing..."
"It's a different kind of giving. Not the same as this," Paul sighed. "It's been a long time since a woman just wanted to get to know me, without wanting to know the dirty secrets I hide. You haven't asked me any of those questions. Only about my dreams, my ideas. I guess I was just waiting for when you would..."
"I'm not like your other women," she said. "I am not pretty or blond... I am me..."
"I'm glad you're not like my other women," Paul said, taking her chin in his hand. "That's why I guess I brought you here..."
Her chest heaved up and down as he hugged her close, and he worried she was still crying. However, when he pulled away he saw a smile on her tear stained face. His questioning gaze implored her to share the secret as he asked, "What's wrong baby? I really am sorry I jumped to conclusions..."
"For someone who's supposed to say the right things to women, you just demonstrated how you can put your foot in your mouth," she laughed.
"All right, Paul Stanley isn't perfect," he admitted. "I've been caught red handed..."
"Is that the only part of you that's red?" she joked.
"Now that was a comment worthy of Ace," Paul laughed, holding her out at arms length. "You're being corrupted by us rock and rollers..."
"I love how you corrupt me..."
"Good. Because I'm in the mood for a little more..." he smiled. "How would you like to go for a swim... and then see how your friends are responding to Gene's tender care?"
"Most definitely," she nodded, taking his hand. He led her back to the bedroom, and slipped his arm around her hips.
As it turned out, Shannon and Shandi were both spending quality time with their interests, and moved the "ladies meeting time" to Sunday evening. That meant a little rejuggling of the schedule.
Sunday morning she was sitting behind Paul's laptop and typing edits on the various quotes he had given. It had been her idea to divide the book by chapters and in chronological order. Paul had acquiesced to her suggestions, even to the point where he suggested she write some of the bulk of the background material for his philosophies. He had come up with a working title, "Thoughts from Under the Rose... a Paul Stanley perspective..."
It was noon, and she knew Paul was out with Gene for a brunch conference with Mercury executives. As much as she hated to be away from Paul, she knew he was a busy man. Therefore, he would often place a stack of quotes by her for her perusal, and her eventual inclusion in the book. So far, she had three chapters worked out in tentative arrangements.
Chapter 1 was the thoughts of the prenatal starchild, a young boy who dreamed of being a hero and a singer. Also included were parent's observations and those of neighbors he had saved from old interviews. Chapter 2 included quotes from friends in high school, and Paul himself. His whole outlook on what impact the teenage years had upon him.
Stacks of alternate sources of quotes from friends and family would be worked into the categories he used. Other material he would provide in the form of taped sessions, and give his retrospective. The next few chapters would encompass his formative years and his outlook on stardom, and the music industry. Later would come other chapters on his outlook on politics, family, environment, and any other subject. It was a chronology of his thoughts and ideas that changed over time, and was a very difficult tapestry to weave. Trynia doubted time and again she was up to the task, for writing was just a recreation to her, not a living. Yet, Paul had chosen her for this work, when he could have picked any other writer.
She bit her lip as she continued to weave the threads together in chapter two, her brow knit in frustration. So intently was she into the writing process that she failed to hear the door open and Paul walking in.
"Sweetheart? You here? I'm home," Paul called. Hearing no answer, Paul wandered into his apartment to find her. Perhaps she was swimming in the pool. Arching a dark brow, he wandered through the various rooms to the sitting area. Afternoon sun shone through slatted venetian blinds across the couch, where a figure hunched over her laptop. Dark hair hung down from a makeshift ponytail as Trynia sipped her diet coke and struggled to type. Paul smiled in appreciation at the intensity of her work. He had half expected she would be playing in his large apartment, or demanding a credit card to go shopping on Rodeo Drive.
Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to her ear, and she started. Glancing up she saw him in casual slacks, loose white shirt, and a jacket; his hair slicked back into a ponytail. This was the business Paul she didn't see, far from the glamorous Starchild or the comfortable bluejeaned and bandannaed Paul of backstage and road tours.
"You been working all morning?" he asked her.
"Yes... I'm stuck on this one part..."
"Why not take a break," he laughed, rubbing her shoulders. She moaned at the feel of his fingers through her loose blouse. She wore a long comfortable sundress with a shirt overtop, and sandals on her bare feet today. Far from the bluejeans and t-shirts, she was used to wearing around school.
"I wanted to make use of the time," she laughed.
"All work and no play... " He cooed, nosing into her hair. Walking around the couch he traced his hand down it and sat next to her. His thigh was pressed flush to hers, his hand stroking up her own thigh concealed beneath the long floral skirt.
"Mm so how was your session today?" she asked. He curled a arm around her, and tipped her chin up to face him. Soft lips closed over hers and gave her a greeting kiss.
"You want to go shopping this afternoon?" he suggested. "Before we meet up with your friends at Gene's?"
"Normally I'm not into shopping," she said. "Ugh! And the prices are something I can't afford anyway..."
"Don't' worry about the money... I'd be happy to cover it," he offered. "Nothing but the best..."
"I didn't come here to shop, I came here to experience your world," she playfully tweaked his nose. "Shopping I can do any time, but spending time with you..."
"I'm sorry... I keep forgetting. I'm so used to my women asking for my credit cards," he flushed with embarrassment.
"It's ok," she said as he stroked her cheek. "I forgive you this time..."
"But you wouldn't object to me spoiling you a little bit. Is there anything you need or want..." Paul asked.
"A little more you?" she asked, and pulled him into her arms. Paul smiled mischievously and pulled her legs into his lap. They shared a warm kiss for a few moments before pulling back for breath.
"Mmm," Paul sighed. "That's something easy. But I had hoped you wouldn't object to a little special something that I picked up the other day?"
"What sort of something?" she asked.
"Close your eyes," he instructed. "Tight now. No fair peeking..."
She heard the rustling of something placed into her hand, and felt something that was flat and covered in soft ribbon. It was approximately the size of a deck of cards. Opening her eyes she saw a wrapped box with bore a jeweler's name, and shook her head.
"I cannot accept this," she said, pushing it back into his hand.
"I insist," Paul said, pressing it back. "Won't you just open it? Humor me..."
Sighing she untied the ribbon and unwrapped the violet silvery paper. Opening the velvet box, she saw something gold glistening on a nest of velvet, and felt a tear come to her eyes. Trynia gasped, "Ohhh God Paul you didn't... this is too pretty..."
"I wanted to give you something special, to remember me by," Paul said slowly. Within her throat she felt the lump immediately forming, and put a hand before her trembling lips and wobbling chin.
"Damn you're such a romantic," she laughed, wiping tears out of her eyes. "It's beautiful..."
"Want me to put it on?" Paul asked her. That look in his dark eyes told her that no wasn't a wise option. He wanted to give her something, and she felt that to refuse again would grievously hurt him. How long would this continue, she wondered?
"Yes..." she nodded. Turning around she let him lift her hair and remove the pendant from its box. Around her neck, he fastened the chain, and she felt the heaviness of it hanging at just below her sternal notch. Upside down it was a replica of the Stanley rose tattoo, except this was rendered in gold with an amethyst at the center of the rose. A warm smile spread across Paul's face as she admired it.
"You see, it's not that hard to accept gifts," he joked. "Let me pamper you a little baby..."
"I think you've done an excellent job of the latter," she said.
"I'm not trying to buy your affections baby. I am just so used to giving gifts..." Paul whispered, kissing her hand gently.
"I know. I'm just not used to this either... since you have me working on this book..." Trynia laughed, stroking the back of his hand lightly with one finger. Paul put her legs across his lap again, and began to rub them gently.
"Which reminds me, don't be surprised if some of our other friends show up at the get together later today."
"Eric Singer and Bruce Kulick?" Trynia asked.
"Yes, possibly," Paul smiled. "And another writer who was interested in meeting you..."
"Who?"
"Gene's girlfriend actually," Paul flushed. "Apparently Gene mentioned you to her, and she was most interested in meeting you..."
"Uh oh..."
"She's actually very nice," said Paul. "I think you'll get along well with her..."
Later, Paul pulled his Mercedes up the long driveway to Gene's place. She had seen the home in pictures earlier. However this time she'd be there as a special guest instead of a curious fan looking from afar. How had Shannon fared here with Gene, especially if Gene's girlfriend was there? Since Paul himself had recently been divorced, would she be a date or a fling? She felt odd about hanging around there as such a recent acquaintance of Paul. Where did she stand in this strange hierarchy of his women?
She didn't bother to question it, and filed the queries away for later as she put her arm into his offered one, and walked with him along the walkway. They passed several other cars, a Delorian, a Black Mustang convertible, a Mercedes, and a Hummer that Paul said belonged to Gene. Seemed like something he would drive, she laughed to herself.
"I heard he had this place redone," Trynia whispered.
"Yeah, even more room for his guests," Paul joked. Nervousness shot through her with each step as they approached the front door. She could hear splashing and talking coming from what was the backyard area.
Paul gave a knock at the front door, and it was answered by Gene himself. They exchanged pleasantries, and she felt Gene's eyes give her the once over. She flushed and accepted a gentle kiss to her cheek and an embrace as he leaned over. In a flurry, they were invited inside to join the others already assembled.
The living room was huge, dark wood overhead in the large space furnished in a relaxed style. At one end was a fireplace, and other rooms leading off from the central space. She heard the clack of what sounded like a pool table, and a stereo system ringing through the whole home at a comfortable volume amidst the background chatter of people.
"Make yourselves at home of course. And Shannon and Shandi have been dying to talk to you," Gene nudged Trynia. "And may I say you're looking exceptionally hot tonight..."
"You might say that," she laughed. "But it won't get you past flattery..."
"Good one. You have her well trained Paul," Gene laughed. He nudged her and moved off at the sound of the doorbell again.
"Why don't you find your friends. I've gotta talk to Gene about a few things, but I'll find you okay?" Paul asked.
"All right... I don't want to get in your way..."
"Don't even go there," Paul whispered, swatting her backside playfully. "You're my guest and my date here. Just relax. I'll come find you later, promise?"
"Tryn!" Shandi squealed, rushing over to her as she emerged from the cluster of company. "Looking hot girlfriend..."
"Shandi! How are you?" Trynia asked. She was looking far from seventeen in the short spaghetti strap dress and high black boots she sported.
"Great! You look awesome!"
"Shannon?"
"She's just over here," Shandi said. "This is soo cool!"
She let the younger girl lead her over to where Shannon and Andora were sipping drinks and playing pool at Gene's table. They gave Trynia each a hug and an excited once over at her outfit. She still wore the sundress with the purple stars over it, and her light sandals.
"So, is Gene making you feel welcome?" Trynia asked.
"Damn straight," said Shannon with a wink. "We have the whole guesthouse to ourselves..."
"Wonderful,' Trynia smiled. "But you and Gene..."
"Well, his girlfriend is here," Shannon growled a little.
"Is she a bitch?" Trynia asked.
"No. She's actually a human being..." said Shandi with a laugh. "And worse is, we like her!"
"It's hard to hate her, and that makes it worse..." Shannon said. "But Gene said she was cool with his encores..."
"That's a strange thing," Trynia muttered. "But where is she?"
"Dunno. But we'll point her out when we see her," Andora laughed. "She is nice though..."
"What is that?" Shannon asked, noticing Trynia's new necklace. "Did Paul give you that?"
"Yes..." Trynia said, showing it off.
"You are SOOO lucky girl!" Shandi cried.
Midway through the party, Trynia excused herself to use the bathroom. She had a time finding it, but got lost on the way back. She couldn't resist looking at the big house, and wandered into the kitchen. Sighing, she looked around the huge place, and sat down. TI was all so new to her, and the emotions that crowded in her brain were overwhelming.
"Hey, you having a good time?" someone asked. She almost jumped, and turned around to see a woman smiling at her. They were about the same size, except this woman's body was toned in places where Trynia was flabby, and her highlighted hair was swept up into a French twist. Black framed glasses, trendy and narrow covered brown eyes that twinkled with a smile. Her skin was olive complexion, her skirt above the knees and brief, with a lower cut knit top. Around her neck was a choker of pearls, and Trynia noticed the red and black ink of a Demon tattoo on her left breast.
"Yeah... I got lost..." Trynia said nervously.
"Big house. Many people do. However, are you having a good time? I saw you come with Paul..."
"Well... yes.. but I feel a little out of my league..."
"Don't," she smiled. "Say, you're Trynia right? The one writing Paul's philosophy?"
"Yes..."
"Quite an undertaking. He wouldn't trust just anyone with that."
"I'm sorry I don't know your name..." Trynia said flushing.
"Terri. Terri Mason," she said with a smile, extending her hand. Trynia took her hand and felt a firm hearty shake. Brown eyes fixed into brown eyes, and she felt more at ease. The woman was only a few years older then she perhaps.
"Wait... you you're Gene's girlfriend... right?" Trynia got out.
"That would be me," she laughed. "Don't hold that against me."
"I won't..." Trynia said. "Good grief..."
"Relax, I won't bite. Well not you anyway," Terri laughed. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Uh, rum and coke?" Trynia asked.
"C'mon and I'll fix it for you," Terri said. "Tell me about yourself... are you really a graduate student in chemistry?"
"Yes..." Trynia said. "Villanova."
"No kidding. I was there too. I'm surprised you hadn't heard of me..."
"Actually I have... you worked for Dr. Groves, right?"
"Sure did. What a coincidence, huh?" Terri grinned. She led Trynia back into the main room, and the two women began to talk at length.
"So... you and Gene... how did you meet?"
"Would you believe a contest?" Terri asked.
"Oh I had heard about that...."
"Trynia, did Paul give you this?" Terri asked, reaching for the pendant around the younger girls neck.
"Yes... I didn't want to take it but..."
"He's persuasive like that..." Terri muttered. Their eyes met in a strange eerie understanding that made Trynia's spine shiver.
"What is wrong? Can I tell that you have confusion for what's happening?"
"It's so unreal I..."
"Trynia, look. Tell me what's on your mind..."
"How could you possibly understand?"
"That's a good question," Terri laughed ironically. "Because you see, you remind me a lot someone I know very well..."
"You have so much... Gene... and the world is yours," Trynia whispered.
"Now wait a moment. Don't jump to any conclusions. Because if you know anything about me at all... you'd know who I was before all this..." said Terri.
"I only know that someone said you were a scientist before you worked as a pyrotechnician for KISS. And that you and Gene have been serious for at least a year."
"Anything else?"
"No. I'm curious about where you worked?" Trynia asked.
"Orphan Pharmaceuticals. For three years..." Terri said.
"Oh my god that's so close to..."
"Yes," Terri nodded. "Speaking of close... how close are you to finishing your degree?"
"Well one or two more semesters."
"Do me a favor," Terri said.
"What?" Trynia asked, bewildered at what Terri would ask of her.
"Finish that degree," Terri said firmly, sipping her soda. "So you'll have something of your own. Do not make any man the center of your universe. I'm serious... for your own sake..."
"Are you implying that I'm infatuated with Paul... and I'll loose sight of my own life?" Trynia demanded, voice low.
"It's a word of warning from one serious woman about her career to another," Terri said with a deep sigh. "You have your whole life ahead of you, Trynia. Don't throw it away for love."
"You seem as if you're speaking from personal experience," Trynia muttered, feeling that lump in her throat form. "I know that this is only for a summer..."
"Paul drew that line, but you have to be sure he stays inside it," Terri said, taking Trynia's hand in hers. "You have to do what is right for you. Don't sacrifice your dreams for his. If he cares about you at all, he'll care about what's important to you."
"But you and Gene..."
"This isn't about me and Gene," Terri shook her head. "Gene lets me do what I want with my life. I afford him the same respect."
"Oh but what..."
"Paul and you. I've seen it happen so many times..." Terri trailed off. She cleared her throat and gripped Trynia's hand.
"I'm not some ball of fluff that..."
"You aren't. Paul needs to remember that. I won't stand by and let him do it again..."
"Do what again?"
"Ruin someone's career because of his own selfish desires," Terri snapped.
"That's not what this is about..." Trynia snapped, pulling her hand out of Terri's. "Not at all..."
"No. Not now. But I can't let what happened to me happen to..."
"You... were with Paul weren't you?" Trynia asked. "Is that why..."
Suddenly Paul and Gene wandered over and they both shut their mouths. Both women had an uncomfortable flush over their faces when Gene strode over to Terri and wrapped her in his arms.
"Hey doll, interrupting anything?" Gene asked.
"Gene your timing sucks," Terri rolled her eyes.
"Well give me a chance and I'll prove ya wrong..." he laughed.
"I want to talk to you later," Terri said.
"May I borrow her for a little while?" Paul laughed, and gently took Trynia's shoulders. He guided her away from the bar and toward the hallway, a bit more firmly then she anticipated. When she tried to turn around Paul stepped before her, and urged her on ahead of him.
"C'mon let me take you on the nickel tour of Gene's place..."
"What was that about?" Trynia asked. "I was really enjoying talking to her... she is a most incredibly interesting woman... not the sort I'd imagine Gene in love with..."
"Well stranger things happen," Paul laughed. "I realized I was neglecting you and you are my date!"
"That's sweet," she said, wondering if Paul was for some reason not wanting her to talk to Trynia. Gut feeling told her this was probably the case. Just how were those two connected, she wondered? Some secret torrid affair, of which she was not privy to? She guessed and suspected that Paul and Gene shared women, from her own experience of the threesome with them. Perhaps that was the same situation with Terri? Glancing around him, she saw Gene grab Terri up and swing her over his shoulder. He carried her upstairs, but Paul continued to guide her away from the sitting room.
Past Andora and Ace they wandered, where she glimpsed Ace typing on a laptop with Andora perched on his own lap. They appeared in their own little world altogether. Shannon was continuing to play pool with Shandi and Peter in another corner of the home. They waved, and just then Eric Singer and Bruce Kulick wandered over to the young women with interest.
"Your friends are having fun," Paul smiled, when he took Trynia's hand and led her over to say hello.
"Loverboy found you, huh?" Shandi joked.
"It's a big house, I almost got lost..." Trynia joked back.
"Hey I remember you from the New Jersey Expo..." Bruce smiled, walking up to Shandi. Eric looked Shannon up and down and smiled.
"Hi... you gals came a long way just to see little old us?' Eric Singer asked her.
"Well you were part of the package," Shannon said smoothly, enjoying the view of Eric's shapely thighs encased in bluejeans and the dark T-shirt he wore. Soft blond hair curled over his face, cropped to shoulder length. In turn he admired Shannon's shapely figure slightly obscured by the tight KISS T-shirt and the snug black jeans she wore.
"And is this the girl who's editing your Zen?" Eric winked at Trynia.
"Hi, Trynia's the name," she smiled, shaking Eric's hand. Bruce turned to her with a warm smile and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
"I also was at the Expo you met Shandi at," Trynia explained. "But I was masked... in Paul makeup..."
"Were you the girl with the tattoo?" Bruce asked, peering at the purplish wisps that were visible at the edge of Trynia's sundress top.
"Yes," she laughed. Paul slipped his arm possessively around her waist, and drew her hip close to his when Bruce and Eric moved up to get a better look. She tugged her strap aside to reveal Paul's face peering soulfully back at them in six ink colors on olive skin.
"Nice..." Bruce whistled.
"Well one way or another you got Paul's face on your chest," Eric grinned. Trynia laughed, but Paul glared at Eric, annoyed. He backed up a little and bumped into Shannon.
"Watch it big boy," Shannon teased him. "Or you might end up with Paul's fist in a very uncomfortable place."
"Besides, Paul likes to keep his business to himself, dontcha man?" Peter asked.
"Sorry Paul," Eric apologized.
"Just lighten up a little Paul," Trynia nudged him. "He didn't bother me at all..."
"Sorry," Paul apologized back. Feeling a bit awkward, Trynia fell silent and avoided the gaze of the others.
"Why don't you show me more of Gene's house?" she asked him.
"Ok sure. See u later guys," Paul said, walking Trynia away with him.
"What's his deal?" Eric asked.
"He's just moody," Bruce said with a dismissive flick of his hand. "Gets like that remember?"
"Capricorns are sometimes, go figure," Peter rolled his eyes. "Damn moody."
"This place is like a museum," Trynia whispered to Paul. "Did you ever have a home like this?"
"Well it's sort of like the place I had before... but I figured smaller was nicer..."
"I like the villa," she said slowly. "Very nice and very charming. This place has warmth, but it's so... big. If I had all this room I wouldn't know what to do with it!"
Paul chuckled, stroking the softness at the small of her back. Her own hand stole down his back to his gorgeous hard smooth ass, and she couldn't resist squeezing slightly. He let out a sigh, pulling her to stand before him.
"Where are we now?"
"Gene's studio," Paul whispered. Within him he felt a desire to play her again, even though it had been just that morning when they had last made love. Teasingly he rubbed up against her and groaned as she stroked her hands down his ass and gripped it in a healthy squeeze.
He leaned over and brusehd his lips to hers, pressing her tightly against the wall. For a moment she let herself drift away on the sheer sensations flooding her. In the back of her mind echoed what Terri said, I won't stand by and let him do it again... Ruin someone's career because of his own selfish desires....
She stiffened and pulled away sightly, thinking about these words. She couldn't just push them away, or ignore how Paul and Gene had separated her from Terri. What was Paul afraid of?
"Baby are you all right?" Paul asked, holding her out at arm's length.
"I guess I'm just tired..." she said, looking slightly away from him. She felt suddenly uncomfortable and awkward in her present situation.
"Is something bothering you? Please look at me," Paul urged, taking her chin and turning her gaze to fix into his. She faltered for a moment.
"Damn, I guess I can't hide anything from you, can I?"
"Did someone say something... was it Eric's comment..."
"No I wish it was..." Trynia sighed.
"then what. Please tell me..."
"Paul, why did you just suddenly pull me away from talking to Gene's girlfriend? I was having a great time talking to her..."
"I felt like I wanted you to myself a little," Paul said.
"True, but you and I have spent much time together..." she said.
"What did she say to you? What did you talk about?" Paul asked, his grip on her shoulder firming up a bit. "Did she say something that bothered you..."
"Paul, what is the deal with you and her? Did you two have some confrontation that makes her suspicious of you?"
"Uh... well..." Paul said slowly. "What did she say..."
"I don't know... I just..." Trynia sighed.
"Why don't we go somewhere else and talk about this..." Paul suggested, taking her hand. "Privately."
On the way, back they did not speak much. Even when Paul opened the door for her, and led her inside, he said little except to guide her into his darkened home. On her shoulder his hand was firm, and she was very nervous that she had breached a taboo subject. Leading her to the living room, he indicated the couch.
"Want a drink?" he asked.
"No... I want to know why you're acting so strange..."
"I need one," Paul said slowly. "And I think you do too...
Biting her lip, she sat down, and Paul moved into the kitchen toward a large winerack. A few minutes later he returned with two glasses and a bottle. He poured some white wine, and handed one glass to her, sitting next to her. She knew it would be hard to speak to those eyes, curse him. Those soul pools from where there was no escape. As she feared the mahogany pools bored into her soul with concern.
"Paul..."
"What did Terri say that got you upset?" Paul asked her.
"Well... she said that you... that I shouldn't get too carried away... that I shouldn't make you the center of my attention... at the cost of my own career..."
"Well... that sounds like sensible advice," Paul said, sipping his wine. "For a person to make any one more important then their own life..."
"Yes..." Trynia nodded. "But that wasn't all."
"Tell me what else she said..."
"That I shouldn't sacrifice my career for love," Trynia continued.
"I wouldn't expect anyone to have to do that," Paul said, taking her hand. "I can't let anyone do that to me, and I wouldn't want someone to drop everything and run away with me... if they felt in love with me that is... it's not healthy..."
"Thank God you understand..." Trynia whispered. "I was so worried... that you'd somehow coerce me into quitting school to run away with you..."
"I wouldn't have put you into that position, Trynia," Paul said, putting an arm around her shoulder. "And I'm very glad you're realistic about things like that..."
Relief spread over Trynia, and she lay her head on his shoulder. Paul stroked her hair aside, and she glanced up at him fondly, "Paul... being a scientist is very important to me. AS much as being a writer. A woman needs her own career and identity. I'm not the sort who can just give it all up... unless it was the right person..."
"A man shouldn't ask you to do that," Paul said. "And there are always ways of getting around work to find time... for a relationship."
"Is that why you have your women... on the road?" Trynia asked.
"Yes," Paul said. "It's easier not to set roots down... for something's anyway... and you shouldn't rush into marriage unless it's with the right person..."
"Did something happen between you and Terri?" she asked.
"In what way? What else did she say... anything else you want to clear the air about?"
"She said something about you ruining her career Paul. What the hell is that about?"
"Ohh shit," Paul sighed. "I'm sorry..."
"Paul... what happened?" Trynia asked, straightening up.
"Look, I want to tell you something, and I hope it doesn't' get you pissed. However, Terri and I... we dated for a brief period of time when I was sure I was separated from my ex. The divorce had been filed, and it was still under contention. Terri and I... well we clicked but I was worried about distracting her from her job. There wasn't much time we could be together... and I had the feelings she was having seconds thoughts about the relationship..."
"But what was that about you ruining her career?"
"Well, I got a phone call from my ex that she wanted to try for a reconciliation. I tried to work things out, but there was no way Linda and I could work out or differences. Therefore, I went back to Philly to explain things to Terri, and I happened to come into her place of work. She was distraught and I tried to make it up to her, but her supervisor walked in on us... and well, Terri got fired."
"Oh shit..."
"Well Terri had been having all sorts of problems at work. Her supervisor was an absolute bitch. I tried to make things right by offering Terri the job as a pyrotechnician. She decided to take it, and ended up falling in love with Gene."
"Damn."
"Well she and I... we just weren't compatible," Paul sighed with regret. "I screwed up by not leveling with her about my divorce. But I didn't realize how far things were going... and I was in a vulnerable place in my life..."
"Sounds like a raw deal," Trynia commented, sipping her wine. "So she's still resentful of you for being partly responsible for getting her fired, eh?"
"Yeah. And she's angry at me for not leveling with her. I rushed off right in the middle of things and left her a note to try and explain that I needed time to work things out...that things were going too far too fast..." Paul took another sip of wine, leaning back as he struggled to loose the images evoked in his mind. After closing his dark eyes for a moment, he opened them once more to fix his gaze on Trynia. Every time they spoke, the center of his focus narrowed into hers with such intensity she felt the rest of the world did not exist for him. It was terrifying, and flattering simultaneously.
Right into his eyes, she focussed, with much the same intensity she imagined. Often times her friends accused her of staring, and it made them feel uncomfortable. Her eyes were very dark, almost black at times, and she had never stopped to consider the effect she might have on people looking them right in the eye before.
"Did you love Terri?" Trynia asked next, gaze unfaltering. Paul sighed, and arched his back. He blinked for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
"Geez that's a hard question," he commented. "Well... back when I met her... I was hurt by the divorce. Any girl I met was a distraction. You know how it is..."
"Someone you don't want to commit too in a deep emotional way, yes," Trynia nodded. "Because your heart was broken, right?"
"Right," Paul nodded. "When I met Terri, she was intelligent, shy, and very intriguing. Each woman to me is a mystery. If I don't find something interesting about her, I find it hard to go onto the next step... you know?"
"Yes. Go on..."
"Well the more time we spent together, the more I realized she had a passion and a fire I hadn't anticipated. I saw her as a shy girl, with an engaging creative side... and it was a good distraction..."
"That doesn't sound like Terri at all... from how she seemed when I met her," Trynia said to him.
"That's the problem. I didn't know her at all. She became far more of a distraction... and I realized what she was feeling for me was very serious..."
"She wasn't a distraction then," Trynia said.
"No, but a woman with deep feelings and hungers. By the time, I realized that, she had fallen for Gene... and the battle had been lost..."
"Seems to me that Gene's really in love with her," Trynia commented.
"Yeah. I don't know what was worse, knowing that I had hurt her, or that I had somehow missed an opportunity because I was trying so hard not to get hurt again... I ended up hurting her..."
"Paul, am I distraction to you? I know it's a direct question, but I need to know. I'm not expecting deep commitment."
"You're not a distraction baby. You're a friend. Whom I'm taking the time to get to know. "
But no man that I've only spent time with for two weeks has ever given me anything like this," Trynia said, fingering the locket he'd given her. "Like you'd give to a distraction..."
"I give presents to my friends too," Paul said, taking her hand and squeezing it. "And I also have wild passionate sex with them on occasion..."
"Sounds fun," Trynia smiled. "But when does the line between friend and something else become blurred?"
"Aww baby, that's the hard part," Paul sighed.
"Yes, it is. But it's a line that's hard to stay inside of, isn't it?" Trynia responded.
"Gene said something about that," Paul laughed, fingering her cheek. "Staying inside the lines..."
"Somehow I get the impression you never colored inside the lines as a kid when you were coloring with crayons?"
"Now all of a sudden we're the expert on my childhood," Paul grinned, a wicked gleam worthy of Gene sparkling in his eyes.
"Well show me what you did with those crayons and I'll rest my case," she winked back, saucily. Tracing a leg over his, she saw the smile erupt over his face.
"Nice one..." Paul purred. "Let me fill in some of those missing details..."
"Terri," Gene said as they sat together on their extensive bed. "I think you need to back off."
"With what regard?" she asked. "Were you listening in?"
"I have to confess I did hear part of what you were talking about when I happened to walk by to see where you were..."
"I don't see how it's your business..."
"It is where Paul's concerned. He's my best friend. What was all of that about regarding 'not letting what happened to you happen to her?'"
Terri flushed with embarrassment, and sighed, "Gene, isn't it obvious that history is repeating itself? She's a chemist for God's sake, Gene... and in graduate school. She should be doing summer research..."
"Isn't that a little presumptuous of you to jump to such a conclusion?' Gene asked her.
"No... especially when it concerns Paul and a chemist..."
"Why are you so worried?" Gene asked.
"Can you blame me?"
"No, but I can also make sure you don't stick your nose into where it doesn't belong..."
"Excuse the hell me, Gene?" Terri asked him.
"Paul's decision to take Trynia along was his and hers. He doesn't need our permission to do what he wants to in his sex life."
"Even if he hurts someone..."
"Terri, sweetie, Trynia is not you. This is not the same circumstance at all. She consented to traveling with us because Paul wanted her to edit his book..."
"Oh yeah that makes it all nice and neat," Terri snarled.
"Terri, when are you going to get over what happened between you and Paul?" Gene sighed. "Shit it's been almost a year now!"
"I just don't want someone else to..."
"Terri, back off," Gene snapped back. "I'm asking you as Paul's best friend..."
"Gene, come on..."
"Look, I know Paul. In addition, I know Trynia is not some stupid kid who just fell off the turnip truck. She might remind you of you a few years ago. But she's not you."
"Ever heard the phrase, 'if but for the grace of god go I?' " Terri retorted.
"Yeah, and I don't agree with it wholeheartedly. What about personal responsibility for one's own actions? Fate is a big player, but so are your own choices. Trynia's free to make hers like you made yours."
"Even if there is away to stop her from screwing up?"
"You're gonna face that when the kid's born, so get used to it now. It's part of being a parent that I know too well. You can't stop some people from learning if you stop them from falling. You can't be there to catch them; they have to learn that sometimes life knocks you on your ass. And you have to figure out how to get up by yourself..."
Terri let out a long sigh of resignation, shaking her head, "Gene... I know all that. But I'm worried about Trynia..."
"You have that right. But you need to get to know the girl better before you judge her."
"Well did you sleep with her, Gene?" Terri asked.
"As a matter of fact yeah. Me and Paul the first night. But when I looked into her eyes, I could tell she desired Paul. She seemed terrified of me..."
"Well you do tend to come on pretty strong," Terri nudged him.
"I know. That's probably why you've put up with me for so long," gene laughed.
They shed their clothes slowly and deliberately. Paul felt her hands brushing against his manhood and he groaned deeply. She unbuttoned his shirt and spread it aside, slipping her hands between it and his chest. Softly she stroked his muscles. Slithering to her knee, she hugged his waist and rubbed her cheek against the growing excitement imprisoned in jeans. Automatically the series of events unfolded, and Paul let her take control for the next few minutes. Fingers tangled into her soft silky dark hair as he was embraced from below. It was increasingly difficult to hold back from her when he gently pulled her off.
"C'mere you..." he whispered, tugging her to her feet. For a moment he put himself back together, and gently pushed her down to the bed under him. She pressed her knee up between his and rolled him over onto his back, her rose locket whapping him in the chin and nose. Paul seized it lightly in his mouth, and tugged forward a bit on the jewelry.
Grinning, she tickled his ribs and he let go of the locket. She kissed his sternal notch along his collarbone and captured a fold of sensitive skin in his neck. Paul moaned and arched his back under her as she began to lick and suck the captured fold of skin. He reached around to unzip her dress slowly and tug it off over her head, forcing her to release her hold on his skin for a moment. Her sturdy weight straddled his hips, her warm body rubbing against his jeans now refastened. How much longer could he hold back now that she had such a head start?
"Look at me, baby," he urged, taking her face and focusing deep into her eyes. "What do you see?"
"Desire... great desire..." she smiled, with satisfaction. "But I have so many things I want to try..."
"Hmmm sounds wonderful," Paul purred. "And what would you like to do, baby?"
"This," she whispered, reaching under herself to free him once more. She moved to one side to strip his jeans off, and his boots, and threw them to the floor with her dress. They rolled over in the bed, locking in a close embrace of arms and legs. Fingers twined in hair, and bodies fused together in a quick rush. Once inside, Paul slowed his tempo, delighted at how well they moved in unison. Release flooded fast and furious between them, and they rested their sweat love sated bodies together beneath the soft sheets.
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