The tickets were worth the price. <\/p>\n
And then some.<\/p>\n
Taylor re-opened the door, and seeing me still standing in the hallway, waved me in. \u201cWell?\u201d She asked.<\/p>\n
I rushed over to her. She was still standing inside the door, and, before she could step back, I kissed her. Hard. On the lips. Years of pent up passion exploded between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cI luvethhh yewwwwww\u201d I mumbled, my lips wrestling with hers. It was her. It was really her! I felt so warm. I loved how my arms fit around her, and how her lips fit perfectly in mine.<\/p>\n
She pulled away from me and gasped for air. \u201cHUUHHH!\u201d she exclaimed, as if relieved to be alive.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow Tom, it really is you. I thought it was you but I didn\u2019t want to dream that\u2026\u201d She looked away. It was her turn to be humble.<\/p>\n
\u201cSsssshhhh.\u201d I put my finger on her lips. \u201cYou\u2019ve said enough. What matters is that we\u2019re together, and, for the moment, nothing will tear us apart.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you, too. God, you look even more handsome in person. And your hair really is as fluffy and fine as I thought it was.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cThanks. You look amazing, too.\u201d Mouthing the words, I was surprised. My violent kissing had rubbed some of her makeup onto me. I could taste lipstick on my words. My right cheek felt powdery and smooth. Onstage, she was a doll. Here, she was a becoming a woman.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake me, but do it quick.\u201d She said. \u201cI need to leave, and I don\u2019t want anyone to know that you\u2019re here with me. We\u2019re not supposed to be doing this.\u201d The smudged and wet makeup on her face had started to run. It looked a little\u2026 blue.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. I don\u2019t want my sister to know about us.\u201d <\/p>\n
Before I finished the sentence, her clothes were off with a few perfectly executed motions. \u201cWow\u201d, I registered. Must be all the years of quick costume changes. And then\u2026 \u201cWOW.\u201d When I realized what my virgin eyes were looking at, my heart started beating through my chest like a drum. <\/p>\n
I had to calm myself. I collected my thoughts and looked at her. She wasn\u2019t flawless, like she was in the small, carefully selected handful of pictures that I use to fantasize with. Even through her stage makeup, I could see small creases and wrinkles, like any girl has in her mid-twenties. She had birthmarks, and acne scars, and I could tell that she wasn\u2019t the genius that I fantasized her as being. But even so, she seemed even more perfect than the fantasy. She was real.<\/p>\n
I took her. I took her as a real, living woman. <\/p>\n
She was soft. I will never forget what she felt like the first time I brushed her legs with my hand. She was pillowy yet firmly feminine. We kissed each other again. This time it wasn\u2019t as forceful, but it felt smoother and more fulfilling.<\/p>\n
Our blue eyes locked as we leered at each other. I was much taller than her, which made me rare and exciting. My intensity and physical presence overwhelmed her.<\/p>\n
I kissed her succulent breasts, and subsumed her right nipple into my mouth. <\/p>\n
\u201cOOOOOOHHHH\u201d she moaned, in a more seductive exclamation of her exasperated cry in the hallway.<\/p>\n
I could smell her, and she could smell me. Our scents intermingled into an explosive alchemy. <\/p>\n
I was about to penetrate her when our phones rang, simultaneously, with our separate ringtones creating a terrible cacophony that jarred us both from our senses.<\/p>\n
\u201cFUCK!!\u201d She exclaimed, as she silenced her phone.<\/p>\n
I grabbed my phone, knowing that it was my sister. \u201cHi Chris, I, uh, got lost after I got the program when I tried to find a washroom. Then I, um, got lost again when I tried to find the parking lot. I\u2019ll be right out. Bye!\u201d I turned the phone off.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was your sister\u2026 she\u2019s waiting for you, isn\u2019t she? Should we be doing this?\u201d<\/p>\n
I penetrated her. Hard. Over and over again. She was taken by surprise and taken aback at my ferocity. Her eyes rolled back as she moaned and writhed uncontrollably. I could see a blue aura surrounding us both as I reamed her. Her legs felt so smooth against mine. <\/p>\n
I came. Thrice.<\/p>\n
On my third orgasm, I could feel her body convulse and orgasmically explode. She shuddered and shook as she released. \u201cAAAAHHHHH OOOOOOOHHHHHH UUUUUHHHHHHAAAAA!!!!!\u201d her voice ejaculated.<\/p>\n
We were spent. I rolled off of her and lay beside her. We both gasped for air. For 3 minutes, we did nothing but breathe.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was fun.\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah. Wow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you going to write a song about this?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked over, annoyed and incredulous. \u201cYeah, sure.\u201d Then she smiled. \u201cI love how you care about me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hugged her, and she started to cry. Her already super smudged makeup became a rainbow of colors. Her makeup that I was wearing became blue. <\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t know what to say. I loved her and didn\u2019t want to see her like this. Was this a mistake? I almost started to cry myself before I realized that that wasn\u2019t what she needed.<\/p>\n
I hugged her tighter. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, everything happens for a reason.\u201d I cooed. I kissed her cheek. \u201cNo matter what happens, we\u2019ll be together.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know that we\u2019re never going to see each other again.\u201d She sobbed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re probably right, but you never know for sure.\u201d <\/p>\n
She stopped crying and kissed me on the cheek, turning her lips blue. <\/p>\n
We got up and got dressed. <\/p>\n
\u201cI love you.\u201d She said. \u201cHere.\u201d She handed me her guitar pick from tonight\u2019s performance. \u201cI know how you love to collect things, so\u2026\u201d She started to tear up.<\/p>\n
I needed to be strong for her. I took the pick and put my finger on her lips. \u201cSssssssshhh. Thanks, Taylor. I\u2019ll see you later tonight, OK?\u201d <\/p>\n
She smiled. \u201cOK! See you later tonight. Thanks for the fun evening.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou too! I meant it when I said that you were amazing on stage, by the way.\u201d <\/p>\n
\u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned to leave. As I walked out, I heard her say one last thing.<\/p>\n
\u201cTom\u2026 \u201c she said. \u201cYou should wipe your face off. You don\u2019t want your sister seeing you looking all blue.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry, Taylor.\u201d I smiled. \u201cShe won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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