Chapter 3
As Julie woke up she yawned and stretched the kinks from her lower back; she wasn't used to sleeping on a mattress on the floor.
Then again,
she thought,
I guess it's not much worse than that ratty sofa at Rachael's.
Rolling her head to relieve the stiffness in her neck her gaze fell on the still sleeping form lying next to her. Looking at Nikki she smiled as the events of last night flitted through her mind. It seemed impossible to think, after the mess her life had been for the past year or so, that she was now rooming with,..,
living with?...
, this handsome rocker.
Lord, don't let this be just a dream
, she thought.
Having kicked off the sheet sometime during the night, Nikki lay sprawled mostly uncovered on the thin mattress. Roving her eyes up and down she took in his manly muscular chest and nicely developed arms. She giggled at the leather pants he still wore.
That must be uncomfortable to sleep in.
Julie gave a half grin at the bleached hair that, from the color of the roots, was obviously originally darker than her own. She wondered what he would look like with his natural hair color. Reaching out a finger she gently brushed back a stray lock that had fallen by one eyelid. Unable to resist taking a minute to dream of all the wonderful possibilities that stretched out from this moment, she roved her eyes up and down Nikki's form.
His handsome features were ruddy but not rough; kind of a cross between Mexican and Native American maybe, she thought, taking in the strong narrow nose that somehow managed to complement a set of full kissable lips currently courted by the dark morning stubble of unshaven beard and mustache. His strong chin had a little cleft slightly off center that looked like it might be an old scar possibly from a youthful fight - maybe the same fight where he got the scar on his neck.
Knife fight? Bar fight?
she wondered. As she continued gazing at the gorgeous form lying there so peacefully beside her Julie felt a stirring of warmth in her nether regions. As she watched, Nikki's eyelids twitched as his subconscious wandered amongst its own dream visions. Yep, last night had definitely been interesting and the possibilities of Nikki and the band were an entire universe waiting to be explored.
Careful not to disturb him, Julie cautiously slid out from under the thin cotton sheet and stood. Running a hand distractedly through the tangled mass of her hair, Julie looked down at herself. Distastefully she noted the wrinkled mess that was her skirt and blouse. Looking around at the sparse 'bachelor-ness' of Nikki's bedroom she grinned.
Oh well, nothing else to wear for now
.
Just make the best of it girl.
Running a tongue over grime coated teeth she made a face.
Can't greet Nikki with disgusting morning breath
, she thought.
God, I don't even have a toothbrush here. Please Lord, let there be mouthwash.
With one last glance at the peacefully sleeping figure still lying on the mattress, one bare foot poking cutely out from under the bottom of the mussed sheet, Julie padded quietly out of the bedroom.
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An errant breeze gusted at the thin curtain on the East facing window, bringing with it the morning smell of exhaust from the passing traffic mingled with the rather more pungent smell of the dumpster from the nearby gas station. Seizing the opportunity afforded by the wind gust, a shaft of early sunlight peeked into the window where it fell across the ruddy sleep slackened features of Clashing Forces' lead singer. Nikki Smith, sleep muddled mind still wending its way toward actual wakefulness, threw one heavy arm across his eyes and rolled over onto his side as his foggy brain tried to escape the encroaching light.
Still in that partial dream state that comes when one is partly aware of the outside world while still being lost in the vistas offered up in a dreamscape, Nikki's subconscious resumed its interrupted perusal of the visions last nights events had engendered. A mental picture of a tall vivacious blonde goddess drifted across his imaginary sightline...,
Dream Girl
, he thought. The very essence of his perfect fantasy. Ample breasts, their large creamy nipples straining to escape from a sheer silken halter top; long gazelle-like legs curving erotically up to a deliciously taut apple-cheeked ass displayed to perfection by a black leather miniskirt hiked embarrassingly high on sun kissed thighs; blue eyes batting demurely from underneath long lashes as her thin-waisted body wrapped enticingly around the rising length of a stripper pole.