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BABETTE
The weeks went on as did Gerard and I’s sexual frustration. The album was taking a toll on everybody, especially Gerard and I’s sex lives. It seemed that just as the fun would get started, there was always something else in the way or that had to be done. It just wasn’t fair and it was driving us both crazy. We went from having sex about twice a week to having it about once a month. We had gotten to the point of making advances toward each other in places like the hall way or the supermarket. It was getting ridiculous, but I had a plan…
It was pretty late and I was looking for Gerard. I stopped outside the kitchen because I heard his voice among a few others.
“So how about the bj you were getting a while back? Any good?” Frank asked, his voice muffled through the wood of the door. I felt the blood drain from my face.
“Hey man, that shit’s personal.” I heard Gerard say. Relief fell over me; he was such a respectful guy. “And I’m sure it would’ve been if you learned to knock.” I rolled my eyes; though he had a good point.
“Whatever. You need to leave a sock on your door man.” Ray laughed, adding to the conversation.
“I didn’t expect our conversation to go that way!” Gerard said defensively.
“Yeah from the sound of it you were both pretty upset. But I think you were being a bit harsh considering what you’ve put her through.” Mikey interjected. My heart sunk a little. Those were dark, dark times in our relationship and I hated to think of them.
“I wasn’t mad at her or anything. I was just worried. I guess I had been a bit harsh…” Gerard’s voice trailed off. I smiled a bit to myself. It was nice to find out he wasn’t actually mad at me, even though he seemed like it.
“Hey Gee, we’re out of milk. You wanna head out to the store with me real quick?” I asked, stepping into the kitchen and putting my plan in action. Gerard gave me a knowing glance and nodded, getting up from the table. We waved to the boys and then hurried out to the car. My heart was already racing with just the idea of what was to come.
“I take it we aren’t really going to the store?” Gerard asked once I had driven a few miles down the road. I smirked and shook my head. He gently rubbed my thigh with his hand and I tingled with excitement. After a few more miles I pulled to the side of the road where there was a small and empty nature park with lots of trees. I took the keys out of the ignition and was met but a full and sensual kiss from Gerard.
“Babes I missed you so much.” He breathed in my ear and he kissed my neck. I had missed him too. I missed the touch of his, the feel of his body on mine, and the way he felt inside of me. I needed this, we both did. Sex wasn’t just about a great orgasm, it also helped to relieve some of our frustrations.
We were just like teenagers, fooling around in the back of the roomy car. It was a minivan so we had plenty of space in the back section. Gerard put his hand up my shirt and I was instantly reminded of the early days in our relationship, even though he was much better at feeling me up now. He knew exactly where I liked to be touched and exactly how to touch it.
I unzipped his pants and practically had to peel them off of him they were so tight. I kissed his stomach and his thighs gently, tickling and teasing him the way I knew would drive him wild. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue up his shaft before settling it entirely in my mouth. He gasped and moaned, running his fingers through my hair.
“Babes…” he panted out. His voice sounding like he was dreaming or like he was surprised. I kept going, my tongue running over his slit, swallowing all the tiny drops of pre-cum that escaped. “Babes, stop. I’m gonna cum.” He gasped suddenly. I let go and looked at him, confused. “Let me just cool down for a second…” he breathed. His brow was furrowed and his eyes were shut. He almost looked as if he were sad. He kept biting and letting go of his lower lip. I was still confused.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, sitting on his knee. “I thought that being about to cum was a good thing.” He laughed and caught his breath.
“No, no. I just really want tonight to last longer than just a blow job. What’s the fun if you don’t get anything out of it? Besides, I wanna see that super hot face you make when you climax.” He hissed the last sentence in my ear, making my toes curl up. “Do you remember when you used to give me head on the back of the tour bus?” he reminded me. I smiled and kissed him gently.
“Yeah, we never got caught then.” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Sadly, we are now trapped in a big ass house full of guys who never learned how to knock.” Gerard said with a sigh. I laughed and kissed his neck, letting him know I was ready for what was next.
Gerard laid me down on the back row of seats and pulled down my underwear from my skirt. His kissed me all the way down my stomach and the inside of each of my thighs. His tongue was soft and smooth, knowing where to rub and move. Normally I would’ve pulled and yanked on his hair, but now there was none for me to pull so I just dug my nails into upholstery.
“You’re way too good at that.” I gasped when Gerard finished. He brought me to the very peak before stopping and letting me catch myself before “the main act”. Gerard laughed and wrapped me up in his arms. After a few minutes we were both ready again and more excited and aroused then ever.
“Gerard, tonight I want you to play rough with me.” I said, trying to find the right words to express my desires. He was always so gentle and so careful with me. I wanted him to take charge, dominate me a little. Gerard looked a bit worried and confused by this.
“Rough? But what I hurt you?” he asked, touching my face. I smiled and kissed him.
“You won’t hurt me, I promise.” I assured him. He made a “if that’s what you want” face and we assumed the missionary position.
“Babe, you sure you don’t wanna try something a little different?” I asked. We constantly did missionary and I was afraid he was bored with it or something.
“Not really. Do you?” he asked. “If you do then fine, but this is my favorite. It makes me feel so much closer to you when we have sex.” he said, adjusting himself on top of me. I tried to hide my smile.
“No, this is my favorite too. I just don’t want you to be bored.” I said into his neck.
“How could I get bored with a girl like you?” he asked jokingly. He kissed my face all over and ran the tip of his tongue down the length of my scar, making me ache. Sweat formed on my skin everywhere, even though Gerard was doing most of the work. The friction between us felt so good it made my legs shake.
“Go deeper.” I panted to him. Without hesitation he thrust deeper into me than he ever had before. It almost hurt but it felt so much better and so much more sensual this way. Moans tumbled out of our throats and shivers escaped us as we moved.
“Harder…harder.” I urged him. I wanted him to let loose, to ravage me. And that is exactly what he did.
He was pounding me, pushing harder and harder every time. And every thrust felt better than the last. The passion and heat building between us was enough to melt a steel safe. The friction, the movement; it all just felt so damn good. My orgasm crashed over me and radiated through me, more intense and more pleasurable than any other one I had had. I had cum, all over Gerard. And taking advantage of my increased tightness, Gerard turned to look me straight in the eyes and exploded inside of me the moment our eyes met. We moaned and panted and yelled.
Gerard lingered a moment before pulling out. There was a sticky, goopy and gross mess in between us. Then we adjusted ourselves so that we were comfortable.
“Was that you or me?” he gasped for breath, referring to the cum. I took a second to catch mine before answering.
“I think it was both of us.” I said. “I didn’t even know I could do that.” Gerard kissed my neck and held me so that every inch of us was touching.
“When we have sex I feel, so close to you, like there is nothing that can come between us. I can’t say that about anybody else I’ve been with.” Gerard said earnestly in my ear. I swooned and kissed him.
“I feel the same way.” I said. “It’s like, we’re almost one person. It isn’t even like typical sex. It’s like bonding in a way.”
“Exactly! I love knowing and exploring your body and learning what makes you feel good. And I love the fact that I can make you feel that way. And I love when you do the same for me.” Gerard said. “And our bodies fit so perfectly together, like they were made for each other.”
“Gerard, we were made for each other…”
The weeks went on as did Gerard and I’s sexual frustration. The album was taking a toll on everybody, especially Gerard and I’s sex lives. It seemed that just as the fun would get started, there was always something else in the way or that had to be done. It just wasn’t fair and it was driving us both crazy. We went from having sex about twice a week to having it about once a month. We had gotten to the point of making advances toward each other in places like the hall way or the supermarket. It was getting ridiculous, but I had a plan…
It was pretty late and I was looking for Gerard. I stopped outside the kitchen because I heard his voice among a few others.
“So how about the bj you were getting a while back? Any good?” Frank asked, his voice muffled through the wood of the door. I felt the blood drain from my face.
“Hey man, that shit’s personal.” I heard Gerard say. Relief fell over me; he was such a respectful guy. “And I’m sure it would’ve been if you learned to knock.” I rolled my eyes; though he had a good point.
“Whatever. You need to leave a sock on your door man.” Ray laughed, adding to the conversation.
“I didn’t expect our conversation to go that way!” Gerard said defensively.
“Yeah from the sound of it you were both pretty upset. But I think you were being a bit harsh considering what you’ve put her through.” Mikey interjected. My heart sunk a little. Those were dark, dark times in our relationship and I hated to think of them.
“I wasn’t mad at her or anything. I was just worried. I guess I had been a bit harsh…” Gerard’s voice trailed off. I smiled a bit to myself. It was nice to find out he wasn’t actually mad at me, even though he seemed like it.
“Hey Gee, we’re out of milk. You wanna head out to the store with me real quick?” I asked, stepping into the kitchen and putting my plan in action. Gerard gave me a knowing glance and nodded, getting up from the table. We waved to the boys and then hurried out to the car. My heart was already racing with just the idea of what was to come.
“I take it we aren’t really going to the store?” Gerard asked once I had driven a few miles down the road. I smirked and shook my head. He gently rubbed my thigh with his hand and I tingled with excitement. After a few more miles I pulled to the side of the road where there was a small and empty nature park with lots of trees. I took the keys out of the ignition and was met but a full and sensual kiss from Gerard.
“Babes I missed you so much.” He breathed in my ear and he kissed my neck. I had missed him too. I missed the touch of his, the feel of his body on mine, and the way he felt inside of me. I needed this, we both did. Sex wasn’t just about a great orgasm, it also helped to relieve some of our frustrations.
We were just like teenagers, fooling around in the back of the roomy car. It was a minivan so we had plenty of space in the back section. Gerard put his hand up my shirt and I was instantly reminded of the early days in our relationship, even though he was much better at feeling me up now. He knew exactly where I liked to be touched and exactly how to touch it.
I unzipped his pants and practically had to peel them off of him they were so tight. I kissed his stomach and his thighs gently, tickling and teasing him the way I knew would drive him wild. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue up his shaft before settling it entirely in my mouth. He gasped and moaned, running his fingers through my hair.
“Babes…” he panted out. His voice sounding like he was dreaming or like he was surprised. I kept going, my tongue running over his slit, swallowing all the tiny drops of pre-cum that escaped. “Babes, stop. I’m gonna cum.” He gasped suddenly. I let go and looked at him, confused. “Let me just cool down for a second…” he breathed. His brow was furrowed and his eyes were shut. He almost looked as if he were sad. He kept biting and letting go of his lower lip. I was still confused.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, sitting on his knee. “I thought that being about to cum was a good thing.” He laughed and caught his breath.
“No, no. I just really want tonight to last longer than just a blow job. What’s the fun if you don’t get anything out of it? Besides, I wanna see that super hot face you make when you climax.” He hissed the last sentence in my ear, making my toes curl up. “Do you remember when you used to give me head on the back of the tour bus?” he reminded me. I smiled and kissed him gently.
“Yeah, we never got caught then.” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Sadly, we are now trapped in a big ass house full of guys who never learned how to knock.” Gerard said with a sigh. I laughed and kissed his neck, letting him know I was ready for what was next.
Gerard laid me down on the back row of seats and pulled down my underwear from my skirt. His kissed me all the way down my stomach and the inside of each of my thighs. His tongue was soft and smooth, knowing where to rub and move. Normally I would’ve pulled and yanked on his hair, but now there was none for me to pull so I just dug my nails into upholstery.
“You’re way too good at that.” I gasped when Gerard finished. He brought me to the very peak before stopping and letting me catch myself before “the main act”. Gerard laughed and wrapped me up in his arms. After a few minutes we were both ready again and more excited and aroused then ever.
“Gerard, tonight I want you to play rough with me.” I said, trying to find the right words to express my desires. He was always so gentle and so careful with me. I wanted him to take charge, dominate me a little. Gerard looked a bit worried and confused by this.
“Rough? But what I hurt you?” he asked, touching my face. I smiled and kissed him.
“You won’t hurt me, I promise.” I assured him. He made a “if that’s what you want” face and we assumed the missionary position.
“Babe, you sure you don’t wanna try something a little different?” I asked. We constantly did missionary and I was afraid he was bored with it or something.
“Not really. Do you?” he asked. “If you do then fine, but this is my favorite. It makes me feel so much closer to you when we have sex.” he said, adjusting himself on top of me. I tried to hide my smile.
“No, this is my favorite too. I just don’t want you to be bored.” I said into his neck.
“How could I get bored with a girl like you?” he asked jokingly. He kissed my face all over and ran the tip of his tongue down the length of my scar, making me ache. Sweat formed on my skin everywhere, even though Gerard was doing most of the work. The friction between us felt so good it made my legs shake.
“Go deeper.” I panted to him. Without hesitation he thrust deeper into me than he ever had before. It almost hurt but it felt so much better and so much more sensual this way. Moans tumbled out of our throats and shivers escaped us as we moved.
“Harder…harder.” I urged him. I wanted him to let loose, to ravage me. And that is exactly what he did.
He was pounding me, pushing harder and harder every time. And every thrust felt better than the last. The passion and heat building between us was enough to melt a steel safe. The friction, the movement; it all just felt so damn good. My orgasm crashed over me and radiated through me, more intense and more pleasurable than any other one I had had. I had cum, all over Gerard. And taking advantage of my increased tightness, Gerard turned to look me straight in the eyes and exploded inside of me the moment our eyes met. We moaned and panted and yelled.
Gerard lingered a moment before pulling out. There was a sticky, goopy and gross mess in between us. Then we adjusted ourselves so that we were comfortable.
“Was that you or me?” he gasped for breath, referring to the cum. I took a second to catch mine before answering.
“I think it was both of us.” I said. “I didn’t even know I could do that.” Gerard kissed my neck and held me so that every inch of us was touching.
“When we have sex I feel, so close to you, like there is nothing that can come between us. I can’t say that about anybody else I’ve been with.” Gerard said earnestly in my ear. I swooned and kissed him.
“I feel the same way.” I said. “It’s like, we’re almost one person. It isn’t even like typical sex. It’s like bonding in a way.”
“Exactly! I love knowing and exploring your body and learning what makes you feel good. And I love the fact that I can make you feel that way. And I love when you do the same for me.” Gerard said. “And our bodies fit so perfectly together, like they were made for each other.”
“Gerard, we were made for each other…”
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