Intermission Six - The Stairs
Much of the next month of Kevin's life was spent hip deep in work, although he certainly made time to enjoy himself here and there. The film was scheduled to be content locked in just a few days', and that meant endless amounts of tiny twiddles. He was starting to lose his damn mind with the amount of slight decibel tweakage he'd done in the past week alone. He wanted to tell them to let their sound engineer handle it, but it was his first major film project, so he wanted to be a team player and help out wherever he could.
Fatima's father had been ecstatic that they were going to get married, telling Kevin that he'd been starting to think that maybe his daughter would never settle down. The fact that her father hinted so heavily that they should provide grandchildren soon was a little disconcerting, but Kevin decided to let all that slide for the time being.
The wedding had been set in a year's time. If it had been up to Kevin, it would've been done quickly and without much fuss, but Fatima's family had been adamant it be a massive production. On one hand, it meant that the entire wedding would be paid for, and incredibly extravagant, but on the other hand, parts of it were going to be filmed for an episode of her father's reality show, which wasn't thrilling to either himself or his bride-to-be. Still, as she pointed out, trying to fight against her father's wishes was like trying to swim upstream. You might make some progress, but it would far more exhausting than it was probably worth.
Once he'd gotten past getting the film score to final lock, he found that his days opened up a bunch more than they'd seemed, which let him sort of relax and focus on his other half, looking for groups he would be willing to produce. While at first it had seemed like a number of opportunities would be springing his way, he'd found many of the people who had sent him demo tapes to be, well, excessively dull and unoriginal. It wasn't that they were
bad
per se, but they just didn't do anything all that unique, they had derivative sounds that reminded him of too many other bands he'd heard over the years. There was another stack of demos waiting for him to listen to, but for the time being, he needed a break and had decided to spend a few minutes noodling on his guitar.
As it so often did, a few minutes turned into a few hours and before he knew it, the door to his studio space was opening as Ashley made her way inside of the studio room. She'd come back from classes and had obviously come right down to the studio, because she had her backpack slung over one shoulder. She was dressed in bright pink leggings that clung to her svelte legs and a cropped t-shirt that left a more than generous amount of her midriff exposed. Her long blonde curls were up in a boisterous ponytail held in place by a fluffy neon pink scrunchy. All in all, she very much had a sort of 1980s aerobics instructor vibe going on. "Hey Kevin, Elizabeth said you'd been down here for hours and hadn't even really poked your head out," the energetic college student said. "It's not good for you to zone out and lose track of time."
"I've been sketching out a song idea, so I wouldn't say I lost track of time," he said, placing his guitar on the stand next to his chair. "How were classes?"
"Boooorrrrrinnnnngggg," the teenager said to him. "I mean, I get that freshman year in college is supposed to be shit you already know, but, like, why does it all have to be taught like we
don't
know it? I mean, give us new shit to learn here and there!"
He was about to answer when she moved over to slide into his lap, settling her ass down on top of him. She reached her hand back to drag her fingernails against the back of his neck, leaning in to gently press her lips against his. It was a soft and tender, but quickly started to ramp up as her tongue braced its way into his mouth, her nubile form starting to writhe against him some.
"See? You could be doing something much more exciting than picking away at your guitar."
"Oh yeah?" he chuckled. "What could I be doing more exciting than that?"
"You could be doing
me
," she purred as she reached down and tugged the croptop off, casting it to the floor of the studio, leaving her perky tits completely unveiled for his eyes.
"Don't you wear a bra to class?" he teased.
"Usually, but not today," she said, sticking her tongue out. "Figured you might need some relaxation and I didn't want all that much between you and these puppies." Ashley's hands grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face to press between her breasts, as her other hand mashed one of them up into him even more.
There was always something energetic about Ashley, like she was a giant kitten and all of life was just a laser pointer for her to scurry around, chasing for her own amusement, no real desire to catch it, but just enough for tucker her out for a bit.
She shifted and swayed her ass in his lap, grinding down on him until it seemed like she was convinced he was ready as she scooted forward and pulled his cock out, giving it a long stroke as she giggled once more. "I know we're not supposed to play much in the studio, but I've never listened much to what you tell me," she purred, as she shimmied her leggings down to just mid-thigh before scooching back up into his lap, holding his dick in place before she pushed herself down onto it, settling into his lap. "Fuck, I'm never gonna get tired of this."
Kevin had taken some time to get used to the girl's exhaustive sexual appetites, but if anything was ever truly too far, he didn't have a problem putting his foot down and saying he needed a time out, and all the women in his life understood that sometimes he could be a little overwhelmed with it all. Ashley, however, had taken it entirely to the next level, willing to do most of the work for him, because she knew what she wanted, she'd figured out what
he
wanted, and she liked both of them enjoying themselves and having a great time.
Once her ass was nestled against his crotch, she started bouncing, not long thrusts, but tiny little bounces, at least at first, whipping down harder each time, making sure his cock slotted in good and deep inside of her each time. The pace started to pick up as her hands clenched onto his thighs a bit more, bucking herself up and down in his lap.
"Oh God fuck fuck fuck oh God omiGAWD!" she said as she suddenly stood up and hopped forward towards the stack of demo tapes that were resting the mixing console in front of her. "Holy shit, Kev! Holy fucking shit!" Her hands pushed the first four or five off the top and onto the floor as she grabbed onto one of the CDs towards the middle of the stack. "You're doing this, right? I mean, aren't you?" she said, waving the CD towards him, her leggings still clinging to the center of her thighs.
He couldn't help but chuckle at how they'd come to a screeching halt, and as she held out the CD to him, he glanced at the writing atop of it, letting him know who it was and what it was for. "I... don't know? I've never even heard of, who is that? Kathy Zin?"
"It's Christy Fucking Zen, dude!" she squealed, jumping up and down, looking at him in utter disbelief and maybe even a touch of condescension. "How the fuck do you not know who Christy Fucking Zen is? Like, did you just ignore pop music for the last ten years or something?"
"More than that," he chuckled, tucking his cock away, since clearly they'd moved on to other things. "Okay, so enlighten me. Who's Christy Fucking Zen?" he said, gently mocking her enthusiasm a little, just enough so that she would spot it as teasing.
Ashley pulled up her leggings to her waist, but didn't bother to grab her shirt as she hopped back into his lap, this time sideways, so she could sit in his lap like he was Santa Claus. "So, like, ten years ago there was this show on the Disney Channel called 'Amber's Adventures,' and the girl who played Amber, her name was Christy Zen, and she was, like, the most pure and optimistic girl I'd ever fucking seen. And she grew up on this show, having all these adventures, going to all these places, and when she was a teenager, she started recording all these poppy, catchy songs, all written by her, all based on her own life, and they were, like, totally the best. They were about school and boys and the problems of having unreliable friends and things that every girl could totally fucking relate to. I meant, she was the soundtrack of my fucking youth!"
"Yeah, maybe you haven't really listened to the stuff we make down here, Ashley, but I think I couldn't record a pop single if you gave me a million dollars," he laughed. "I am so
not
