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Seventeen Days of Gold Chapter 8 - Part 2 I excused myself to use the restroom, as the boys figured out how to rent “The Fast and the Furious” off of Pay-Per-View. Upon my return, Apolo shifted over on the bed, an obvious invitation. I stepped over J.P., who was seated on the floor, and settled in next to Apolo. We sat quietly through the opening credits, Rusty only glancing over his shoulder once to look at me. I raised my eyebrows and gave him a half-grin. He winked and turned away. “So what did you and Russ talk about?” Apolo leaned over and inquired, still looking at the television. If that wasn’t jealousy, I don’t know what is. It made me feel both flattered and guilty at the same time. “Motorcycles.” I replied simply. I was tempted to throw in the Milwaukee Vibrator reference, but I thought better of it. With the exception of comments directed at the movie, not much else was said between us. I contemplated how I was able to find a guy like Vin Diesel attractive when he had no hair, and I began to realize my neck and shoulders we starting to ache from lack of seating support. Apolo noticed me leaning my head from side to side and asked what was wrong. I told him I was just getting achy and he shuffled back on the bed, gesturing for me to sit between his legs. I don’t know any woman alive that would have resisted that invitation, but I did make an attempt. I wasn’t too certain if I should be courting danger again, especially in the midst of company, but it was company that made me feel relaxed enough to let him go ahead and give me a shoulder massage. He gently kneaded and rubbed my neck and shoulders with his warm hands. I let my eyes close and my mind drift. From time to time his caresses drifted across my jaw and throat, through my hair and over my arms. I know I felt the touch of his lips on the back of my neck once or twice. The rest of the boys must not be paying attention. I opened one eye to be sure—I didn’t want to be the butt of a joke like at the dance club. Nope, they were engrossed in the movie. I sighed and closed my eye. I imagined a scene where we had a little more privacy: imagining Apolo’s hands caressing my breasts, tracing around my hardened nipples, and slowly following down to stroke the inside of my thighs. I turned around to face him, pulling off his shirt and pushing him down on the bed. Straddling him, I kissed him from his lips, down his chest and over his stomach. I could feel him straining against his jeans as I undid them with my hands and teeth. I pulled his pants down his muscular thighs, and cradling his balls in my hand, licked him from bottom to top before sliding him into my mouth. He buried his fingers in my hair, urging me on while I got him lubricated just enough for-- My eyes snapped open and I returned to reality in time to catch Vin Diesel’s love scene. Christ, this was too much. I leaned forward so Apolo would stop his massage, and muttered some kind of excuse about being tired. I was glad the room was dark enough that no one could see the flush I felt creeping up into my face. I faked a yawn and bade the others good night, reminding them of qualifications tomorrow. Apolo scrambled off the bed after me, snatching something off his dresser on the way. He followed me into my room, closing the door quietly behind him. I gave him a puzzled look, feeling both cautious and hopeful at the same time. “I, um, meant to give you this last night, but we, um…before we…” He trailed off and just handed me a CD. I was genuinely surprised to see that he had apparently managed to find the one and only copy of Journey’s Arrival that existed in Salt Lake. I gave him a quick hug and a thank you. “Where did you find this?” I asked excitedly. “At that music shop we went to the other day.” “You got it then? No wonder I couldn’t find it!” I paused, remembering that day, the fight, how we proclaimed our hatred of one another and moments later contradicted that proclamation with a kiss that was a little more than just an act. Then it dawned on me, he’d been pursuing me all along, not just trying to make my life miserable or even just playing the game. Damned if it took me this long to figure it out! “I see the shrink wrap is missing.” I smiled. “Have you been expanding your musical horizons?” “”Yeah.” He admitted. “And I have to say the album wasn’t half bad.” “A little exploration never hurt anyone.” I offered, stepping closer to him. He instinctively put his arms around my waist. “But what if you go too far?” He replied as I draped my arms around his neck. I brought my lips within inches of his before whispering my response. “Then you’ll discover things you never would believe.” And I brought my mouth down on his in a searing kiss. He probed his tongue between my lips, and a small moan escaped my throat. I wanted so badly to act out the scene I had imagined just moments before. I held him tighter and dueled with my tongue until he allowed me to taste the inside of his mouth. This was heating up fast, but we still had an audience of sorts within earshot. I backed off with slow kisses, until we gave one another a chance to breathe. I opened my eyes to stare into his. “Damn, if that’s the kind of reaction I get, then I need to buy shit for you more often!” He noted. “I think you should get back before the guys suspect something.” I winked, still holding him. “I don’t think they’ll miss us.” He growled, running his fingers along the inside of my waistband. I pulled back a little. “I think they will. And you need your rest for tomorrow.” He agreed reluctantly. “Can we talk about this some more later?” He grinned as we pulled away and straightened out our clothes. “I was planning on it.” I replied and gave him a quick kiss and a pat on the ass before sending him back to his room. I headed for my bathroom for a badly needed cold shower, but even that did not keep me from acting out the rest of the scene on my own. Scene music: "Follow My Heart'" by REO Speedwagon Copyright material TMS2003 Chapter 9 Back to Chapter 8, pt. 1 Return to Home   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)