on tour and I’m not getting any younger,” James told her. Still Audrey frowned.
“And you, Simone. You’re so thin,” she told me.
“I work hard to keep my figure. I promise you, I’m eating more than I should,” I replied.
“Leave them alone, Audrey. They’re fine. You’ve got me to fatten up,” John said gently and patted her hand and then his belly.
“Oh, all right. You’re staying in the spare room, aren’t you?” Audrey asked. I looked at James. We had reserved a room at a hotel.
“Uh, no, mom. We’re staying at a hotel,” James said.
“No, you’re not. You’re staying here. I won’t hear of it,” Audrey said. James was ready to counter his mother’s insistence. We’d worked out a story on the way. We got the room so we could be alone but we couldn’t very well tell Audrey and John that, not in so many words anyway. So, we told them we were leaving very early in the morning, which was true, and we needed access to the business center, which wasn’t necessarily true. “Oh, well I guess you don’t have a choice. If you’ve got business to do,” James’ mother said though she was clearly disappointed. I think she bought the story but she didn’t like it.
“We appreciate the offer, Audrey. It’s very generous but with the tour and all, we need to be in constant contact,” I offered but that didn’t seem to make her happy. “Maybe next time,” I added. Audrey’s face lit up.
“Yes. Yes, next time. I miss having James around. Even though he played that metal racket in the garage with his friends, I still loved having him here,” Audrey said. James and his father both rolled their eyes. I don’t know what I expected before I met Audrey and John but it wasn’t this. They were just a normal mom and dad. They lived in the house James grew up in, though he had paid it off for them long ago, and you’d never know their only son was a world famous rock star. It was cute.
We spent the day with Audrey and John letting James’ mom dote on us. It was nice and reminded me of home. My mom was a lot like Audrey in many ways, but I wasn’t a rock star. That evening after dinner, we left to go to our room. I’d managed to forget about all the trouble back in the real world and James seemed lighter for it too. “That was nice,” I observed as we got into our room.
“Yeah, it was. Still, I’m glad were alone,” James said as I was unpacking my overnight bag in the bathroom. I walked out to find James naked on the bed. “The prison guards aren’t here. We can mess around,” James said referring to the security guards back at the house in Malibu.
“That didn’t stop you the other night,” I said. They mostly stayed outside so we had the house to ourselves though naked hot tubbing was out.
“Details. We're alone, truly alone. I want you riding me, little girl,” James said. I giggled as I undressed.
“It’s been far too long since you’ve properly tickled me with that beard, Mr. Turner. You want me to ride you’re cock, you’d better take care of business,” I told him.
“I went down on you for like half an hour the other night,” James protested.
“Details. Just get it done,” I teased as I climbed into the bed. James grabbed me, threw me down and tickled me. I squealed as he did, but only for a moment. James settled between my legs and moved his head so his beard brushed against my bare mound. God, I loved that. James followed that with his tongue and lips. Soon he had me on the edge but instead of giving me the orgasm I needed, James slowed and tormented me. “James, stop messing around,” I complained. He smiled up at me with his eyes but continued at his slow, aggravating pace.
“You want to come, you need to ride my cock, little girl,” he told me after a few more deliciously exasperating moments.
“Fine!” I said in mock annoyance. “I suppose if that’s what I need to do, I’ll do it,” I told James. I sat up, James took my place on the bed