***
Lynne made him feel beautiful. It was funny feeling that way, he wasn't used to feeling just so lovely, inside and out. And, after wanting her so badly, in each and every way since he first saw her, even her teasing, kissing his body, sucking on his balls, licking on his haunches, and finally, licking his dick like it was a popsicle stick, and sucking it softly like a lollipop had been so amazing that he came. He never came with such gentle stimulation but it felt so good, he felt like he was coming forever. Best orgasm he'd ever had in his life! He'd never had such a gentle orgasm before.
He was ashamed to admit that he came before she even started to suck him good. He never came so fast. Premature ejaculation overload. Doing sensual things with her excited him so much, because he'd wanted her for so long, and she was such a shy little creature, that for her to get nasty with him, to get sensual with him, confide her fantasies, hell, for her to even use the words dick and pussy, only with him, well, that proved how much she loved him, and how close she was feeling with him. The way things were with that sensual little creature, the more hot and sensual it got, the deeper his feelings of love for her were.
If he couldn't even last when she licked his dick like a tootsie roll how the hell did he expect to make it when he finally got to push deep inside her juicy, tight little pussy. He had to get control of himself before she was ready to have sex with him. Damn it if he'd bust a load after five seconds of thrusting and not even make it a good experience for her, like a fucking sixteen year old, because he lusted for her so badly. Part of him putting her off was that he'd lost his nerve. He wanted her so badly he was scared he would come the second he was stroking in her hot little pussy. She was a temptress alright, without even meaning to be, that little saucy accent, the way she moaned, the way she looked at him with the big surprised eyes when things got lusty. Those sexy faces she made when he started making her feel good. The adorable way those cheeks would flush.
The sexy faces she made when she sucked his cock. She really did suck it like she loved how it tasted. He never had a woman make such a big deal over him before. He was starting to see, it was because those women didn't love him. It now seemed to him that for a woman to be enthusiastic for cock, she had to really loved the man. He had his dick sucked before, and it felt good, but those women didn't do it with the enthusiasm that Lynne showed. Lynne loved him, and she licked his cock and looked at him with puppy dog eyes like it was a vanilla tootsie pop.
And it seemed his sweet little Lynne had dick fever now. She was always trying to sneak a glance at it in his jeans. She was always grabbing it when he was kissing her now. He had to brush her hands away sometimes because she kept rubbing his dick through his jeans when he would get passionate kissing, and necking her. And when she kept rubbing, he felt like he might come in his pants. He really did feel like he was in high school again.
He'd wanted to do something special for her, for a long time, ever since the very first day, when he probably went a little too far, touching her, trying to console her, and help her to understand that she was not a failure at life because she was a singer and not using her Yale degrees.
He brought her to the studio in the evenings with him. She helped him clean up the studio, and vacuum. After they did the chores together it was always late, and they had permission from the studio owner to use the equipment.
He started tracking himself for demos before he'd met Lynne. Recording guitar beds, riffs, and solos, and even complete original electric and acoustic songs. When he recorded these songs, he used to have to run the controls on the mixer board, and then go in the studio to record.
Lynne was a little genius, so now that she was with him, he was able to teach her how to use the mixer boards to record his sound, and that freed him from having to be the sound engineer. Plus, with her side gig as a jingle recorder, she didn't get to learn how the mixer boards worked, even though she'd messed around in the studio. But she would need that knowledge if she wanted to be a recording artist. The same way she was helping him be brave and work on his stage presence, he was trying to teach her to record.
And he was getting braver now. In the beginning, he'd recorded with the lights turned all the way down. It made him nervous. Then he turned the lights up a little, but he played with his back to Lynne. Seeing her up there made him nervous.
But she would, after each take, tease him, her voice filling the studio saying
"I wish you'd let someone see those sexy blue eyes, even if you have to close them,"
So he did, little by little. Now he was recording with the lights up at house level, even though his eyes were closed with emotion most of the time.
Next, she'd slowly convinced him to sing. He hadn't wanted to sing at first. His ambition, if he ever went solo, was to be a solo guitar guy, with an emphasis on rock, like a Jeff Beck. But Lynne had worn on him.
"Come on you have a nice voice Leify," she begged him to sing.
It actually started with him saying, he wouldn't sing but he wanted her to lay down a track.
She picked one of her favorites, a song by the R&B group Mint Condition. But she wanted to completely make it over in the rock tradition, so it was like a hard rock ballad. He ended up doing the background vocals for her, the call and response part of the record. And at the playback, she said, you sound so damn good Leif! You should do half the album as your voice singing and the other half as guitar solos. So that was how it was born.
Next, he liked recording her to track...she had a litany of songs that she'd written, and she was a voracious writer, but she never did those tunes to track in a studio. She worked them in along with cover songs during live performances. He wanted her to see what the possibilities were, for her lovely voice, in the studio. So he'd listen to the music she'd recorded on her mac, those simple piano tracks, and he'd flush out the guitar melodies for her, laying everything over a pretty acoustic bed.
Sometimes, on Saturdays, if he could swing it, he'd get the band in there. After the band did their recordings, he'd save one or two spots for Lynne to give her a full, fleshed out, live backing track on record. And Lynne loved it.
Every minute. A sexy little ham she was, still doing her energetic, quirky, sexy little things, even though no stage audience was there to see her in the booth. It was this persona she had. But now, the stage woman, and Lynne off stage was merging, at least in the boudoir and he loved it.
When she watched the band's shows, she'd remarked offhandedly once,
"I wish I had some CDs to pass out when I play in clubs,"
Soon, she was going to get her wish. He only wished that he could have produced even better tracks, and made her some even nicer bootleg CDs. But the CD he made her were nicer as the ones his band was using, and his own demo effort.
She didn't know he was doing this; that was his plans for the tracks he recorded on her. He'd told her that it was to learn the process of recording, and maybe one day have something she could use, or take to a producer to have a vision. He had to tell the smart curious thing something, she was so inquisitive, anything so as not to ruin the surprise.
He knew from the moment he felt up under her little skirt that he wanted to convince her that nothing about her was a waste. She was going straight to the top doing her own thing, whether she used those Yale degrees or not. And he'd be right there by her side when she did.
***
He hadn't been to the doctor in at least a few years. But he knew he had played it fast and loose with women before Lynne, and he felt that he wanted to make sure that he protected her. He always used condoms, he'd never gone barebacked in a woman, but he wanted to be sure he was clean. She seemed so innocent, hadn't really been around too far, and he just wanted to be sure that he was safe. And maybe, if she felt comfortable, trusting him like that, maybe, one day, he could feel her sweet luscious body without a condom. Maybe not the first time, but in time.
He gave her the results one morning over breakfast. He knew that everything would be negative. Still, it was a relief to see he hadn't picked up anything from his wild days before Lynne.
"What's this baby," she asked when he sat the paper before her.
"I wanted...I wanted to protect you. Just to be sure...that I'm safe...for when we...you know...I don't want to...I never want to get you sick, or anything like that, so I wanted to make sure I wasn't sick. Lynne I've always been real careful, and used...used a rubber...I don't want you to think I was a total sleaze...but I might not want to be as careful with you as I've been with other women," he added tracing her lip gently with his thumb.
