Story #1: Pop Rocks

Word Count: 11,604

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The lights in the terminal flickered and the TV screens blinked in the waiting area of Los Angeles International Airport. Several people whose flights were delayed because of heavy thunderstorms gathered in LAX’s lounge to watch the musical history of Rudy Brownstone.

A beautiful, voluptuous woman stepped onto the television studio set. "Hello, I’m Carmen Electra, and welcome to VH-1’s Behind The Scenes. Tonight we are taking a look at the long, colorful career of rock legend Rudy Brownstone. For the past two decades, he’s been the wild, unpredictable frontman for the chart-topping heavy metal outfit, Steel Phantom."

The screen transformed into Steel Phantom’s concert footage. The raven haired, heavily tattooed singer was showing off with his trademark head banging style, his long locks flying wildly around his head. While Rudy pranced around onstage, Carmen Electra continued talking.

"Rudy Brownstone has owned the heavy metal/hard rock scene in America since he was a teenager. Now, at forty, his talent as a guitar virtuoso and his growling, screaming voice have earned him fans the world over."

The screen cut to a frenzied escape from an airport, with screaming female fans appearing to try to tear Rudy limb from limb just to touch the star.

"Because of his high-profile, tabloids and music journalists alternate between calling him a lady-killer because of his steady stream of beautiful girlfriends, and speculation about his sexual orientation." The screen showed still photographs of Rudy with several different women. Some of them were famous actresses or models, and all were drop-dead gorgeous.

"To make matters worse," continued Electra’s voice as Rudy strutted across the television screen in a montage of Steel Phantom’s videos, "there was the David Jennings scandal. Jennings was Steel Phantom’s original bass guitarist, but left the band several years ago after his male lover outed him in public. Luckily, with Rudy’s charismatic presence and a steady stream of hit singles, Steel Phantom weathered the storm. However, the public’s questions remain about Rudy’s sexual preferences." The screen changed to feature several seconds of pure, unadulterated rock and roll music.

Electra’s voice faded in again, and the picture showed a succession of shots of current pop music icons. "Now, after eleven multi-platinum records, several sold out world tours and two-dozen music videos, Rudy is on the second year of a much-needed hiatus. He has developed into a talented producer, and helped several underground artists get signed to major labels. The last year has also found Rudy becoming an advocate for "true" music, an avenger for all the wrongs perpetrated against the music world by pop music, rap core, nu-metal and the like. He’s often on television ranting about what he calls the ‘talentless boy bands,’ the ‘worthless clones of hip-hop,’ and the hypocrisy of the ‘pop princesses.’"

The screen cut to a TV talk show interview of Rudy, dressed in jeans and the customary leather bomber jacket. His lip, nose and eyebrow piercings glinted in the harsh lighting. He waited until the host finished asking his question before taking a deep breath and replying. "The biggest joke of all is Nina Rose. I mean, come on! She’s got a fake tan, fake blonde hair, fake **bleeps** and a barely passable singing voice. She gyrates around the stage half dressed in her performances, but go figure, she insists to the world that she is waiting until marriage to get laid. If Nina Rose is a virgin, then I’m a woman," Rudy added in his native South Carolinian drawl. The studio audience hooted with laughter as the bare chested rock god smiled for the cameras.

The screen changed back to the voluptuous host. "For now, we’ll just have to wait and see what the legendary wild man does next. Rumor has it that he’s working in his home-based studio recording his first solo album. But, whatever he does, we know he’ll do it with flair. I’m Carmen Electra, thanks for watching."

"This day is not getting off to a good start," he muttered to himself.

As he rolled onto his back again, his right arm landed on something hiding under the covers. He looked over and saw some blonde hair poking out from under the covers, and heard a sleepy moan come from somewhere in that direction. The lump moved slightly and he felt a bare foot press against him as the movement stopped.

Maybe today wasn't going to be so bad after all!

Rudy stared at the figure lying next to him and tried to reconstruct the events of last night in his mind. This was not easy to do because the room kept spinning, and when he closed his eyes he felt as though he was floating on a stormy sea, bobbing up and down. He instinctively reached out to steady himself and again made contact with the person sleeping next to him. This time his movements caused the person to stir briefly, and Rudy saw the satisfied grin on their face.

Rudy couldn't believe his eyes. He pinched himself to see if he was dreaming, but when he looked again the same person was still lying next to him. Last night must have gotten a lot more out of hand than he could have imagined. He gingerly slipped from the bed and unsteadily made his way to the bathroom. Taking three Excedrin in hand, Rudy staggered towards the kitchen to get something to drink - he didn't want to chance waking his bedmate with the sound of running water.

As Rudy opened the door of the refrigerator the phone rang. Almost simultaneously there was a knock on the door, followed by a load groan from the direction of the bedroom. Rudy's head felt as though it was going to split open from the sudden noises. He grabbed the telephone as it started to ring a second time and managed to croak, "Hello?"

"What the hell happened to you last night?" The shrill female voice coming through the receiver added to Rudy's headache. "I waited for almost an hour before I decided you had left without me. Where the hell did you go?"

The knocking on the door turned to pounding, and a male voice called out, "You better not try to hide from me, Rudy! I know you're in there, and I know who you're with. Open this door right now!"

And as Rudy tried to sort out what to do next he felt a warm body press against his back. A voice whispered in his ear, "You certainly make it hard to sleep, lover!"

He tried desperately to focus on the telephone conversation, worried that the woman on the other end would hear the one wrapped in a sheet behind him. "Shelby, look, I’m right in the middle of something…" he couldn’t even finish what he was saying before his on-again, off-again supermodel girlfriend was chirping another stream of obscenities.

Rudy half listened to the voice on the phone and glanced at the door. "Hold on a minute, Andrew, I’m on the phone," he yelled at his noisy agent.

"Rudy? Rudy, are you listening to me?" came the angry voice through the telephone. "WHERE WERE YOU?" Shelby’s voice streamed through the receiver so loudly that Rudy could hear her with the phone a foot away from his throbbing head.

Rudy slammed the telephone receiver down and frowned at the front door. The decidedly feminine body that was pressing against him emitted a deep, throaty chuckle that caused Rudy’s groin to tingle. He barely remembered meeting her at an industry party the night before. His foggy brain only gave him glimpses of situations, instead of the whole scenarios. He remembered laughter, and liquor. Shit, there was a lot of liquor. He also had visions of a breakneck speed ride through the desert in his BMW convertible. Rudy looked over his shoulder, and smiled to himself.

Though he considered her music to be a joke, he couldn’t deny her blatant sex appeal. Rudy had wanted to nail Nina since she first hit the airwaves at sixteen. Now, two years later, she was a man-eater, beautiful, successful and connected. He’d sent public invitations to her, proclaiming her flawlessly enhanced body to be "every man’s fantasy." Rudy even had running bets with members of various other rock and roll bands over whose frontman would be the first to nail her. The rumor was that Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit had come pretty close, but had to settle for Christina Aguilera as second prize.

"You better get out of here before the photographers start lining up outside my door," he said softly, with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He silently tallied up just how much money he was going to make off of his bet.

"How come?" asked the blond. She shifted her position and dropped the sheet enough to rub her bare breasts along his back.

"Well, because you’re Nina Rose," was all Rudy could manage to say.

"That’s Nina Rose-Brownstone to you," she replied with a haughty toss of her blonde mane.

Rudy’s heart slammed painfully against his rib cage and he shook his head and tried to wrap his befogged brain around her words. "What did you just say?"

"Rudy, why are you acting like you don’t know what I am talking about? Don’t you remember?" The beautiful teenager’s nostrils flared, and her face became a mask of anger.

He gritted his teeth, and his words came out in a low hiss, "Remember? Hell!" He pushed Nina’s arms off of him and took a step backwards, away from her.

Before the pop diva could reply, the banging on the front door resumed more insistently. "Open this goddamned door right now, Rudy Brownstone, or I am going to kick the fucking thing in!" Rudy’s agent, Andrew Weinstein warned. Rudy sprinted towards the door knowing that Andrew was not given to using the strongest of curse words. He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open just as the little man began a running leap at the doorframe. Rudy tried to grab his manager, but the man’s momentum only served to pull both of them down the stairs and into the living room. The two men landed in a crumpled, sputtering heap on the marble floor.

"Goddamnit Rudy, get off of me!" shouted the small, gray haired agent.

Rudy obeyed and found his feet, offering the smaller man his hand. Andrew took the offered help, and then stood stark still, staring from a shorts-clad Rudy to Nina who was still wrapped in one of Rudy’s sheets. "Oh shit! Is it true?"

"Is what true, Andrew?" Rudy glanced with a raised pierced eyebrow from Andrew to Nina, who looked like she was ready to kill the first person that came near her.

"We got married last night, Rudy!" came Nina’s reply from the other side of the room.

"Oh shit," Andrew said, repeating the phrase over and over. He sat down hard on the steps that led to the front door and put his face in his hands.

Rudy stomped into the living room and began pacing the expensive Iranian carpet. "WHAT? This is bullshit, there’s no way in hell I would have married you. There’s no way in hell I would have married anybody!" he roared, glancing at Nina with a contemptuous look on his face. "There’s just no fucking way!" He continued to ramble on while walking in circles on the Persian rug.

Nina stared at the pacing rock star, and then at his agent. The more Rudy paced, the angrier Nina became. "Rudy, you said you loved me!"

"Jesus, you are fucking clueless, aren’t you," retorted Rudy.

"Wait a minute," added Andrew. "There has to be some way to get out of this, the tabloids have it, but they aren’t quite sure what they have. It’s that hard to believe."

Rudy stopped pacing, and stared at Nina. "Here’s what we’ll do, we’ll get an annulment, and tell the press that we did it for publicity. Though I can’t imagine why they would buy that, either."

"But Rudy, you said you loved me!" shouted Nina, startling both of the men.

An angry chuckle followed by "Yeah, well I was drunk," sent an expensive glass vase and a television remote control flying towards the rock singer. Nina huffed and turned on her heel. She marched into the bedroom and slammed the door so hard that a framed platinum record popped off the wall and it’s protective glass shattered.

Andrew Weinstein pushed himself off of the stairs with a noticeable sound of creaking joints. "Rudy boy, I keep telling you I am too old for you to keep putting me through this!"

"Well, maybe you’d rather the rumor mill be right then? Would it be easier for you if I was gay?"

Andrew bit off the words that he was about to speak and stood stock still considering the fuming singer’s remark.

Rudy picked up the remote control and slid the back panel into its place, stared at the shattered glass vase for a second and flopped onto the expensive leather sofa. He clicked the power button and the 60-inch television came instantly to life. Rudy grabbed a Marlboro off of the glass and chrome coffee table and lit it, content to watch an Audi commercial while he contemplated his situation. A few seconds later, the musical introduction to the hourly MTV News segment sounded, and a computer-generated graphic of the planet was replaced with an anchor’s familiar face.

"Hello, and welcome to MTV News. I’m Kurt Loder," spoke the face in the box. "In the news today, the wedding of the year." Then the picture on the screen split into three parts, the anchor in the middle, and a small photo of Rudy on the top left, and one of Nina on the right.

"Oh shit," groaned Rudy. "Here it comes."

Andrew trotted around the back of the sofa and sat beside Rudy on the leather cushions. The middle-aged agent rubbed his sweaty palms on his navy blue Giorgio Armani suit pants and leaned forward to hear the television.

"Apparently late last night in Las Vegas, heavy metal guitar hero Rudy Brownstone and pop music queen Nina Rose tied the knot in an appropriately garish ceremony at the Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel. For the spur-of-the-moment ceremony the stars spared no expense. An Elvis Presley impersonator married the happy couple; with a half dozen perfect strangers acting as witnesses. Later the officiating Elvis sung a touching rendition of "Love Me Tender."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" roared Rudy.

The report continued, showing footage of Rudy and Nina exiting the chapel. "Sources report that, at a party afterwards, the two stars were dancing with each other and appeared to be genuinely in love. Well, that certainly dispels those nasty rumors, doesn’t it? We, here at MTV, were not even aware that the two were dating."

Andrew chuckled, "Sure fooled them, didn’t you?"

"Shut up," came Rudy’s warning.

"Aw, come on, it’s not that bad, if you think about it, this may just be the answer you were looking for."

"What do you mean?" asked Rudy, as he swung his sore head to face his manager.

"Well, if you’re married to her," he paused and pointed to the television, where MTV was featuring a video clip of a nearly naked Nina gyrating to one of her songs. "Then you’re most likely not gay."

"Andrew, she’s still a kid."

"She’s legal, barely, but legal," answered the agent, with a wistful grin on his face.

Rudy frowned again, and stubbed out his cigarette in the ash try. "I don’t want to be married, Andrew, you know that."

"Look, just give it a year. Just let her stay here, take her to public places once in awhile, and make it look real. Just one year, then you can divorce her. Just like Tom and Nicole, only shorter. One year, Rudy! Shit, this is so perfect I can’t stand it!"

Rudy quietly considered Andrew’s proposal for a few minutes before answering. Though he didn’t want to be married, especially to a pretentious pop star like Nina, it was true that the gay rumors drove him insane. He decided the idea could work. "What of she doesn’t want to stick with me that long? I’m a cantankerous bastard at best."

Andrew smiled, "Yes! I win! I’ll go talk to her."

"Hey man, it’s Andrew. I got those proofs you wanted, looks like your solo album is going to drop on time."

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

An uncomfortable silence dominated the next several seconds.

"Listen," said Andrew softly. "Is everything all right over there?"

"Sure, why wouldn’t it be?"

Andrew took a deep breath, and Rudy turned to stare out the huge window behind the piano.

"Look, Molly told me that there’s some weird shit going on over there."

Rudy felt himself grow tense and frowned at the telephone. "Why, exactly, have you been talking to my house keeper?"

"Knock it off, Rudy, I thought we were friends. You know Molly cleans my house too. She says that you and Nina don’t even talk to each other. And what’s this about separate rooms? You don’t even have two bedrooms!"

"Hey, this was your idea, remember? For some reason, Nina wants to live here; she even sold her apartment and moved all of her stuff in. But she’s not sleeping with me; there are some lines I don’t want to cross right now. As far as I’m concerned, this is a business arrangement. And, not that it’s any of your business, I took all of my equipment out of the studio and she’s bunking in there. By the way the rumors were right. She’s flat broke. Her mother has even gone back to Wyoming, because she can’t afford to keep her out here."

"Well, even though she’s not my client, I’ll see what I can do to help. You just work on appearances, will you Rudy? If the two of you are unhappy, it’s going to show. And we don’t want that."

"I know, I know, appearances…right," Rudy huffed into the phone. "If I could just get her to quit dressing like a slut, I’d be fine," he groused.

Andrew chuckled through the phone. "That’s her image, Rudy. She’s supposed to be a dumb blonde singer and her job is to get on stage half dressed and shake her ass for the cameras. That’s how her company makes money."

"I understand that," began Rudy. "But what I don’t like is people ogling MY WIFE! Sure it’s just for show, but I don’t want some guy standing there watching her with his tongue hanging out simply because he can see her tits! You know I never let my girlfriends dress like that!"

"Rudy, there’s nothing wrong with dressing sexy! Need I remind you of a certain singer who often runs around on stage with nothing on but painted on jeans covered with holes? Besides, from what I’ve seen of her, she doesn’t have much to offer the world but her body!"

"See, that’s the thing, that’s just an unfair assumption on your part. What I know is that she’s nothing like I thought she was. She is actually pretty smart, but when she sits down for interviews she gets really nervous and starts using Dan Quayle speak, ya know?"

Andrew chuckled in answer.

"She’s even interested in making real music, not the bubblegum crap that’s all over MTV, but her manager wouldn’t let her."

"Well, then maybe the two of you getting hitched happened for a real reason. Fate or karma, or whatever, maybe you were destined to come together?"

"Now, I don’t know about all that, but I do want to help her."

"Then do that. The worst thing that can happen is she’d gain a little credibility, right?"

Rudy nodded to no one in particular and hung up the phone.

"Like this?"

Rudy nodded. "Now take your pick, and strum the second and third strings from the top."

Nina took a deep breath and did as she was told, emitting a timid but perfect ‘E’ chord. Rudy smiled in approval. "There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now you know your first chord."

"That’s it? That’s all there is to it?" Nina’s liquid green eyes looked up at him in confusion.

"Of course not," Rudy laughed.

Nina laughed too, and the simple sight of her face alit with the smile stirred something fluttery in Rudy’s chest. He frowned, got up off of the carpeted floor and walked across the equipment crowded living room of the house. He stopped at the oversized bay windows and stared down the hills into the city of Los Angeles. It had been a clear day, and the setting sun lit the city in a blaze of reddish orange light.

"Are you okay, Rudy?" came the small voice behind him.

Rudy nodded, "Yeah, it’s just a headache."

The silence between them turned companionable as they gazed down at the City of Angels. Rudy turned his head and glanced over at Nina. "Can I ask you a question?" he asked.

"Sure you can," she answered without looking at him.

He paused for a moment and looked back out of the window. "Why did you marry me, anyway?"

Nina half-smiled and twirled a lock of hair around her pointy finger. "You said you loved me, Rudy."

"But we hadn’t even met before…that night! You had to know I was drunk out of my mind and didn’t know what the hell I was saying."

She nodded and chewed on the corner of her lip before responding. "You gave me this huge song and dance about how you really loved me, and how you would protect me if I married you. You’re right, we didn’t even get to know each other before we got hitched, and I guess a big part of it was the fact that I needed a little credibility. I don’t know, it seemed like a good idea at the time. People in this business have done stranger things."

Rudy digested her words and felt like a complete shit. He couldn’t remember saying those things to her, but he was pretty sure he had only done it to get her in the sack, to win the bet. "For what it’s worth, Nina, I’m sorry. I’ve been a complete ass, none of this is your fault."

They turned and locked gazes and she smiled and extended her hand. "Listen, we are in this together for the next year, it makes no sense to act like a pair of idiots. How about a truce?"

"Truce," he answered and shook her hand.

Rudy grinned like a kid and tore through the wrapping paper like a man possessed. "God I love Christmas," he mumbled.

Nina laughed and hunkered down beside Rudy’s over-stuffed leather chair. "I hope you like it," she said.

Rudy smiled again and looked over at Nina, holding her gaze for a few seconds. His attention quickly returned to his gift, and he pulled a plain brown box out of the shredded paper. He opened it up and scooped out several handfuls of Styrofoam packing peanuts. Rudy’s eyes widened when he pulled out a beautiful antique crystal vase that clearly resembled the one Nina had broken the day after their wedding.

"Rudy, if you don’t like it, I’ll take it back," Nina moaned.

He smiled and laid his hand on her arm. "Nothing’s wrong, it’s absolutely perfect. It’s pretty expensive, though, you shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble."

"Well, the agency that Andrew hooked me up with is coming through, I finally have my own money again," answered Nina with a grin. "Thank you for that, by the way."

"Aw, it wasn’t a problem. I’m still angry that your other guy got away at screwing you over.

Rudy squeezed her arm, then leaned over and grabbed a small, rectangular black velvet box from the glass end table. "Here, Merry Christmas to you, too."

Nina squealed and took the box, opening the lid so slowly that the hinge squeaked. The stones inside caught the light and sent a pyramid of color cascading across the pop star’s face. She carefully pulled a three-row diamond bracelet out of the box and held it in her hands. "Oh, Rudy…"

He smiled and took the bracelet, clasping it tightly. The diamonds and gold sparkled against her tanned wrist. She extended her arm, and examined the bracelet at every possible angle.

"Rudy, it’s absolutely beautiful!"

"Well, so are you," he replied before he could catch himself.

"Why, what’s wrong with it?" Nina asked in a panic as she ran over to the full-length mirror of Rudy’s bedroom. "I had it specially made, I don’t have anything else to wear!"

"You have to find something else. Your ass is hanging out of the back, and I can see your tits. No way are you wearing that…that thing."

Nina turned to him and smiled, "Is that what you’re worried about? Rudy, all of the women wear dresses like this. Last year, J-Lo was almost naked at the Grammys. This dress will be fine," she answered, and turned back towards the mirror.

"No, Nina, you are my wife, and I am not going to allow you to wear that goddamned dress! It makes you look like a slut!" Rudy bellowed.

Nina whirled to face him, her hand over her mouth. The tears that pooled in her beautiful green eyes made him want to kick himself. "Look, I didn’t mean…" but he was cut short as Nina ran from his bedroom into hers, slamming the door.

He wasn’t happy. He couldn’t concentrate on the songs he had been writing for Steel Phantom’s next album and his last two television interviews made him look like a retard. When Nina was home, Rudy found himself following her around like a lost puppy, hanging on every word she said. When she was away, he watched the clock and the calendar waiting for her return.

The sliding glass door rolled open and Rudy looked over his shoulder to find Nina standing there smiling. "Want some company?" she asked, stepping out onto the wooden floor of the deck.

"Sure, why not?"

"It is so beautiful here, I can see why you don’t want to move to a bigger house," she said. She crossed the short distance between them and sat on the foot of his lounge chair.

He stared at her for a second. "You’ve changed your hair," he remarked flatly.

She reached up and ran a hand through her darker tresses. "Yeah, I decided to go for a more grown-up look. I think the stylist did a good job."

"It’s nice," he slurred, still staring at her.

"Rudy, can I ask you a question?" She fidgeted with a buckle on her lightweight leather jacket.

"Of course."

She looked back over her shoulder, and then took a deep breath. "Rudy, are you attracted to me?"

He was momentarily shocked and did nothing but blink for a few seconds. "You’ve got to be kidding?"

"Well, it’s almost as if you treat me like a kid sometimes. Other times, I think I am just a bother. This doesn’t have to be a bad situation, Rudy."

"What do you mean?"

Rudy frowned, realizing that he was staring down her shirt. His tequila-flavored brain caused him to dream up all sorts of delicious images and his cock stirred to life.

She put her hands on his knees and leaned in towards him. When she stopped, her face was just inches away from his. "I mean I am your wife!"

The tequila bottle dropped to the floor and Rudy grabbed Nina’s head, pulling her towards him, then slanted his lips over hers in a deep, electrified kiss. When she pushed her tongue in between their lips and slid her body up to straddle his, Rudy didn’t need any more encouragement. His hands crept inside her jacket and molded themselves to her firm, braless breasts. Nina shrugged out of her leather coat, and it landed in a heap on the floor.

Rudy broke their kiss and looked down at her cotton cropped shirt, frowning. "Oh no, this has to go," he said, just before he tugged on the garment so hard that the buttons popped.

Rudy pulled off the offending garment and planted his lips on the nearest tit he could find. He rolled the sensitive nipple between his lips and then licked it hard with the flat of his tongue. Nina moaned and arched against him, and he took the initiative and nipped her bud with his teeth. She twitched and ground the crotch of her tight denims against him.

Rudy drew his head away glanced up at her. Her eyes were glazed over and her young tanned face was flushed with lust. She chose that second to dart her tongue out to wet her lips and his jeans tightened painfully. He threw caution to the wind and pulled at the buttons of her fly.

"Take these off," he ordered, his voice a hoarse whisper. He immediately felt a cooling rush of air as she hopped off of him. She grinned and ran her hands along her ribcage, criss-crossing them to fondle her heavy breasts. Her golden belly ring glinted in the waning light.

"Oh God," he croaked, causing her to smile.

"Do you want me to dance for you, Rudy?"

"Uh huh," he managed to blurt out, staring at the tanned perfection of her full, upturned breasts.

She nodded and swayed her hips slowly to an imaginary tune. She turned her back to him, running her hands through her hair and rotating her hips. His cock lurched when she slid her arms down her sides and pushed her jeans a few inches further down her hips, revealing a red thong. She turned to face him with a beguiling smile and pulled at the waistband of her panties. With her feet apart, she ground her hips down and then shimmied her way back up. Rudy smiled as his hand found his way to his fly. He massaged his swollen cock through the denim and groaned, his eyes never leaving his wife.

Still swaying, Nina reached inside the front of her jeans in a move that almost made Rudy come in his pants. The sexy blond singer moaned but never missed a step in her dance.

"Oh God, Rudy, it feels good," she hissed.

"Jesus," groaned Rudy, and he unzipped his fly.

His cock sprung right into his hand, and he gave it a strong, practiced stroke as he watched Nina dance. She was watching him, and it aroused him even more as he masturbated.

She chuckled and turned her back to him, grabbing the waistband of her jeans. Rudy’s cock jumped in his hand at the sight of his teenage wife’s high, rounded ass barely covered by the thong as she pushed her jeans down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Then she bent low and spread her legs apart. He could see a moist, darker reddish spot on the crotch of her panties and the sight of it nearly drove him over the edge. Just then a cool breeze blew and Rudy could smell the musky honeyed scent of her arousal. His balls tightened and he instinctively pressed his fingers hard against the base of his cock. The blood pounded in his head and spots swam before his eyes, but there was no way was he going to embarrass himself by coming so fast.

When he felt it was safe to breathe again, Rudy looked over at Nina, who was still gyrating and watching him. His eyes followed the path of her hands as they swept across her nubile young body and he panted in anticipation. He wanted to jump out of his seat and drag her to the bedroom by her hair, but at the same time, he was incredibly aroused by her performance.

He could have sworn that his heart stopped beating when she exaggerated her swaying and grabbed the waist of her panties, jerking them down one side at a time. For every inch that the tiny scrap of red material lowered, Rudy’s dick got harder. When Nina finally stood completely naked before him, Rudy almost shot his load all over himself.

"Goddamn, you’re beautiful," he hissed, watching her stroke her breasts and belly.

"Thank you, but I have a problem," she announced.

"What?"

"You’re still dressed," she purred.

Rudy took the cue by sliding off of the lounge chair and peeling out of his clothes. He closed the distance between them and pulled her close for another searing kiss. Both of them took the opportunity to investigate the other’s body, running their hands along smooth skin, touching, pinching, stroking, and teasing. Nina reached between them and grabbed Rudy’s cock in her small, soft hand. He groaned and his body lurched towards her, offering her complete access to his swollen, throbbing member. She started to stroke him, and his knees turned to jelly. He pulled his lips away from hers and looked into her eyes before his eyelids closed of their own accord.

"God that feels good, baby. Don’t stop," he urged.

He felt her pulling away from him, and his eyes flew open. "Shit," was all he could muster when he realized that Nina had gone down on her knees. He knew, without a doubt, that he would give this girl whatever she wanted with the first stroke of her tongue on the head of his cock. She wrapped her lips around the head of his dick, and proceeded to take all of him inside her mouth, inch by inch. Rudy threaded his hands into his wife’s wavy blond hair and molded his palms to her head.

"That’s it baby, goddamn that feels wonderful."

She started sucking him, pulling away from him, then returned, dragging her tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft. She varied her stroke, and just when he grabbed her hair tighter and started to groan, she backed off of him, holding him still in her mouth.

"Don’t tease me," he warned, looking down at her beautiful face. She glanced upward and the sight of his cock stuffed in her mouth almost blew him away. He flexed his fingers, urging her forward and she complied. Rudy pumped his hips in time with her strokes as his balls tightened and threatened to explode.

"Oh God," he groaned when his cock began to twitch, sending him into a physical frenzy. Everything around him dimmed and started to spin, so Rudy closed his eyes off to the visual stimulus. When come bubbled up through the head of his cock and into Nina’s eager young mouth, Rudy felt as if his entire body would shatter. He continued to pump her face, and her tongue matched his thrusts as she massaged the last of the jism out of Rudy’s shaft. He could feel her reflexive muscles as she swallowed his offering.

The world finally stopped spinning, and Nina let go of Rudy’s spent cock. He exhaled deeply, and grabbed her hands, pulling her to her feet.

"Goddamn baby, that was absolutely fantastic," he whispered, dipping in to kiss her more tenderly this time. Nina wrapped her arms around Rudy, and he slid his hands under her ass, and lifted her against him. After a few near falls, he dropped to his knees and laid her across the lounge chair. He pulled his lips away from hers and slid them down, along her chin to her jaw, then lower to the base of her neck. She moaned and tilted her head backwards. Rudy reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, kneading them, then squeezing her hard nipples. His lips followed his hands as he suckled one puckered nipple and then the other. Rudy pushed his body towards hers, causing her to lie down across the width of the lounge chair.

"Rudy?"

"Shh…just relax," he answered just before teasing her pierced belly button with his tongue.

He gripped her knees with both hands and gently spread her legs apart. He ran one hand up the inside of one of her warm thighs, and then the other hand followed. They both came to rest at the apex of her thighs, and he gently spread her outer lips to expose the wet, hot morsel underneath. He could feel an excited shiver race through her body as he leaned his face closer to her steaming pussy. A glance at her face told him that she was watching, and she unabashedly propped herself up on both elbows to enjoy the show.

"You want it baby?" he asked.

Nina wet her dry lips before answering. "Yes Rudy."

"Tell me what to do," he urged.

"Eat me," she answered without skipping a beat.

He arched an eyebrow and smiled at her.

"Lick me, lick my pussy," she hissed.

"Yes ma’am," he answered and pushed her legs up over his shoulders, diving into her pussy face first. He licked the folds of her inner lips and sucked them. Rudy ran his tongue up her crevasse and ran it in circles around her engorged clit.

"Jesus," she yelped as her ass came up off of the chair and she arched her back.

Rudy didn’t relent, but added to her pleasure by sliding first one finger into her steaming tunnel, then another. The taste and scent of her, and the noises she was making brought back his raging hard-on. He sucked hard at her little nub and flattened his tongue, running it across the surface of her clitoris all the while pumping her with his fingers.

She ground her hips across his face. "God Rudy, I’m coming," she announced loudly, just as her body began to spasm underneath him.

He continued to suck her clit for just a few seconds before he pulled away from her, and then drove his cock into her writhing body. She met his thrust, and wrapped her legs around the small of his back. Rudy bent and kissed her, and, to his surprise, she licked her juices off of his face.

Rudy groaned and pumped into her. If she weren’t meeting his thrusts, he would almost have worried that he would hurt her, but her nails were entrenched in his shoulders and she rode along with his pounding.

"Like, go out how?" she asked, delving into her former speech habits.

Rudy chuckled. "Like, let’s go out. Like, on a date, like, you know?"

She stuck her tongue out at him and grinned, but still turned a pretty shade of pink. "You mean you want to go to McDonald’s again?" she asked, referring to his penchant for fast food.

"Hah, hah, very funny," he replied, and then got a serious look on his face. "I mean I want to go out as a couple, we haven’t really done that."

Nina shrugged. "Where do you want to go?"

"I don’t know, anywhere you want!"

Nina smiled brightly. "Alright, I’d love to go, but I have to change and do my hair and makeup first."

"Oh no you don’t," Rudy answered, shaking his head. "You look fine. Just grab a jacket and let’s go."

Rudy chuckled and thought that Nina looked stricken as she glanced down at her tee shirt and old jeans. She shook her head and her ponytail swung with the effort. "Oh no, I can’t go out in public looking like this!"

"Like what? Like a real person? What’s wrong with what you’re wearing?" Rudy asked.

"Rudy! I’m wearing jeans and an Old Navy shirt! I can’t possibly go out wearing these!" she answered.

Rudy cocked his head to the side and considered her words. "Is that what your manager told you?" When she nodded, he continued. "I bet there are plenty of people in this world who would be happy to know that you are just as human as they are. When you go out in front of the paparazzi dressed to the nines with piled up hair and piled on make-up, you are presenting the general public with an image that they think they have to re-create. You are telling people that they have to walk around half naked to be cool, to be popular, and that’s just not right!"

He watched Nina digest his tirade, and was surprised when she flushed and her nostrils flared. "Don’t talk to me about what I should or shouldn’t wear in public, Mr. Struts-Around-Onstage-Bare Chested! I have one word for you…SPANDEX!" she huffed, referring to his 80’s hair metal days.

Rudy chuckled and held out his hands in defense. "Touché. You made your point. At least I can admit my mistakes. Can we just go now? I say we get pizza!"

"You make it seafood, and you have yourself a deal," she answered grabbing her jacket off of the sofa.

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The point man

Rudy sat in front of his agent’s massive mahogany desk looking uncomfortable. Andrew rarely asked him to come to the office, so he knew this must be something very serious. He looked up as the smaller man rushed into the room with a concerned look on his face.

"What’s wrong, Andrew?"

At Rudy’s look of apprehensive confusion, Andrew sat down in his chair, grabbed the manila folder on the desktop, and pushed it across the desk to Rudy. "I told you to make it look real, but damn!"

Rudy shook his head, trying to decipher Andrew’s words, but gave up and opened the envelope. What he saw inside drove his blood pressure up and turned the room red. He reached in and pulled out a stack of 8X10 color photos, all depicting a very friendly Rudy and Nina on the deck of his house. He closed his eyes and remembered that night when he and Nina came together.

"Where did you get these?"

Andrew frowned and cleared his throat. "A friend of mine who works for The National Enquirer brought them to me. Apparently the rag paid quite a bit of money for your dirty pictures. I heard that they are working up titles like ‘On Her Knees’," the agent referred to one of Steel Phantom’s steamier hits.

"WHAT?" Rudy bellowed.

All Andrew could do was nod, and he made an apologetic gesture with his hands.

"I want them sued," Rudy began issuing orders. "If they print these fucking pictures, take them to court. No, on second thought, if they print these photos, I am going to murder them, in cold blood. With my own two hands," he added.

"Rudy, they aren’t that bad, they’re too fuzzy for anybody to really see the details! At least they will reinforce the public’s idea of your marriage!"

"No! Goddamnit, no! Make this go away Andrew!" Rudy grabbed the pictures and stormed out of the office.

"It’s the least I could do. We never got a honeymoon, after all." He reached his arms around her and pulled her tight. "I’m glad you like it," he added. She groaned when his lips found the sensitive spot on the side of her neck. He pulled at the strings that secured her black bikini top, and she laughed and wiggled away from him.

"Rudy…quit it, we’re on the beach for fuck’s sake," she yelped, demonstrating her ability to learn his speech patterns.

He chuckled and grabbed her head, gently turning it to face the beach to the left of them. "Do you see anybody?"

"No," she said, stifling a laugh.

He turned her head toward the stretch of beach that lay to the right. "How about now? Nothing but palm trees, huh?"

She laughed and turned between Rudy’s outstretched legs to face her him. "Well now, since we are alone, what should we do?"

He licked his lips and leaned back on his hands, outstretching his arms. His eyes developed a devilish glint and he stared pointedly at his half hard cock that was beginning to make a tent in his blue swimming trunks. "Well, I have an idea…"

He reached out and took her in his arms, pulling the strings of her bikini top setting her breasts free. Rudy smiled when Nina took another cautious glance around them, and attempted to cover her bare tits. "It’s alright, there’s nobody here but us," he whispered as he pulled her hands away from her chest. He leaned forward and licked a warm, wet pathway from her right earlobe to the valley between her breasts.

"God that feels good," she hissed and arched her back inviting him to continue.

With one hand, Rudy encased her left breast, and enveloped her right one as much as he could with his mouth. He suckled on her dark, puckered nipple. Abandoning his handiwork on the other breast, Rudy reached down and yanked at the strings of her bikini bottoms, leaving his wife completely naked.

He reached between them, and ran his fingers through the short tangle of dark blond hair at the juncture of her thighs. He felt her shiver in his hands as he slid his pointing finger inside her, finding her already ready for sex. Rudy pumped his finger in and out, and added another while scraping her engorged clit with the calloused pad of his thumb. Nina moaned and leaned against him for support while he continued to work his magic inside her.

"Rudy, I’m going to come!" announced Nina breathlessly.

He withdrew his hands and dodged an angry look from his wife. He pulled away from her and he managed to pull off his swimming shorts. Nina reached out to take his pre-come laden cock in her hands, but Rudy grabbed her arms and shook his head. He lay down on the soft purple beach blanket and tugged on Nina’s arms, guiding her to straddle him.

Nina obliged and stilled herself over him, looking down at his cockhead barely an inch away from her glistening pussy entrance. Rudy watched her hovering over him and put his hands on her hips to pull her downward. She followed his lead and impaled herself on his cock. He felt the muscles ripple under her thighs as she flexed them to begin stroking him, and he reached between her legs to continue his work on her clit. His fingers kept time with her strokes, and she moaned and tossed her head atop him.

Rudy hissed when he felt her vaginal muscles contract around his dick, and placed his hands around her abdomen to steady her. The sheer violence of her internal contractions caused his cock to swell and surge, and Nina upped her pace, riding him harder and faster. He pumped his hips upwards to meet her thrusts, the sound of their bodies slamming together creating a music that neither of them would ever be able to capture in song.

Rudy’s name came across Nina’s lips as a shout, and he pulled her upper body closer to him, holding her tightly as she convulsed in the wake of her orgasm. He ran his hands up and down the length of her back, and stilled the rest of his body completely, waiting for her to recover before seeking his climax.

When she finally began to move again, she sat up, still impaled by Rudy’s cock and smiled at him shyly.

"God that was good!"

Rudy chuckled and ran a hand through her long blond hair. "I’m glad I could be of service, ma’am."

He watched several unnamable emotions run across her young face, and then she frowned and bit her lip as if in indecision. "What’s wrong, baby?" he asked.

She smiled and then gulped in air before answering. "Rudy, I don’t want you to think I’m, like, weird or something, but there’s this thing that I kind of want to try."

"What do you want to try?" he asked, wondering what on earth he could deny her.

"Well, I…I, uh," she stammered, looking over her shoulder then back to Rudy. "I want you to…you know." She turned a flattering shade of pink under her tan.

Rudy laughed again. "You have to tell me what it is, I can’t read your mind."

"I want you to," she bit her lip again and blushed furiously. "I want you to do the other thing."

Now Rudy really was confused. "What other thing?"

"I want you to, you know, do me back there," she said, looking over her shoulder again.

Rudy wasn’t sure that he was hearing right, but what he thought he heard caused his mouth to go dry. "Tell me, Nina," he replied.

She lowered her head and whispered, "I want you to fuck my ass."

Rudy’s heart thudded in his chest, and he thought his cock was going to explode just from the suggestion. He tilted Nina’s head up with a finger under her chin, and waited until her eyes met his. "Are you sure?"

She nodded and gave him her version of a reassuring smile before lifting herself off of him, and sitting down on the blanket. "I have wanted to do it for awhile, but I’ve been afraid to ask."

He leaned towards her and kissed her thoroughly, then looked from her face to his pulsing cock. He glanced back up at her face and said with a solemn voice "You know it’s probably going to hurt." She nodded, but he was still worried. Though his cock was far from porn star sized, he knew a woman’s first anal experience was usually painful. He watched her reach into her duffel bag and pull out a tube of some sort of water based lubricant.

At his quizzical expression, she smiled shyly. "I promised myself that this was going to happen today."

Rudy nodded and took the tube, then reached around the back of Nina’s neck, pulling her in for a deep, soulful kiss. When their lips broke apart, he said, "If you are sure this is what you want to do, then I’ll give it a try."

She nodded and shifted on the blanked, ending up on her hands and knees. She folded her elbows so that her chin rested on the ground, and Rudy’s view of her tight ass thrust into the air and her dripping snatch underneath made his blood pound in his ears. His sharp intake of breath caused her to peep back over her shoulder. "Are you sure this is okay?" she asked.

Rudy nodded and ran a gentle hand along her back and the firm cheeks of her tanned ass. He ran his fingers through her slit, and pinched her clit. He popped open the lid of the tube of lubricant and realized that his hands were shaking as he lubed himself and the crack of his wife’s ass. He slipped a finger into her tight, puckered hole, and then added another. His arousal knew no bounds when his wife moaned and bucked against him.

He removed his hands and closed the gap between their bodies. On his knees, with the head of his cock poised at the entrance of Nina’s ass he asked, "You are really sure about this?"

Nina’s head bounced up and down in another nod, and she reared back against him to encourage him further. Rudy took a deep breath, and slowly pushed the purple head of his cock into the blonde’s ass. She moaned, and he was afraid he had hurt her, but she surprised him by pushing her hips backwards, sinking his dick even further inside her.

"Jesus," he yelped, feeling the tightness of her sphincter muscle. He felt a hot shiver run up and down his back. Nina groaned, and started to pump against him, and Rudy watched his cock disappear inside her inch by inch. Now, buried to the hilt, Rudy grabbed Nina’s hips and started to stroke. His eyes traveled the length of his wife’s beautiful backside as she pumped her hips to receive him. Rudy snaked his hand down around her hips towards her clit, but stopped abruptly when he realized that her hand was already there.

"Rudy," she moaned. "God Rudy, fuck me harder…please!"

He growled and grabbed her hips, pounding against her ass as his balls slammed against her pussy. Every thrust brought a groan from Nina, and barely a minute passed before he could feel her entire body tensing for another orgasm. He felt the familiar tightening in his groin and the scenery started to spin, heralding his own climax. Rudy’s body trembled and he growled as come burst through the head of his cock. At that same instant that Nina’s body shook, and her muscles clamped down on his pulsing dick, milking it. He felt a thick stream of his come streaming into Nina’s ass, and thrust into her one last time before becoming still.

He collapsed against her body, and both of them lay on the blanket for several minutes trying to catch their breath. Rudy rolled off of Nina, and then reached out to bring her into his arms. She smiled, and he stuck his face into her hair and breathed in the smell of her. He was content to lay there, on the beach, with the sound of the surf, the warmth of the sun and the scent of his wife.

"Sure you can," coaxed Rudy from behind the glass in the control room. "You did it when we practiced, you can do it now."

Rudy watched Nina as she struggled with her confidence. They had written a song together for a benefit for Musicians Against Censorship, and were trying to lay the tracks down for the charity’s record. MAC had asked Rudy to provide a song, and they were doubly happy when he informed them that Nina would be performing on the single as well. Both Nina and Rudy had done guitar work on the song, and it was ready now except for Nina’s vocals. Rudy had shooed all of the producers and engineers from the studio so that Nina wouldn’t be quite as nervous.

Rudy caught her eyes and smiled to reassure her. "Let’s do it again, baby. You can do it!" He was surprised by the softness of his tone, but he knew she would slip back into her doubting shell if he were too harsh with her. "Here we go…from the top."

He cued the music and adjusted the levels on the console in front of him, then sat back listening to the tune and waiting for Nina to take her cue. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, leaned forwards and proceeded to shock Rudy to the roots of his dark hair. Nina belted out the guitar-flavored ballad without error, and her flawless performance did not need another take.

When the song was over, and Nina stopped singing, Rudy looked at her and smiled. "Baby, that was absolutely perfect!"

Nina grinned and hopped off of the stool and bounced into the control room. "Was it really, Rudy?"

Rudy nodded and reached for his wife. When their bodies came together, he leaned down and kissed her full on the lips. Nina moaned and an onslaught of touching, feeling and groping began. When Rudy realized that his jeans were becoming uncomfortable, he pulled away from Nina and grinned at the look of disappointment on her face.

"I suggest we go home," he said.

"Yes, home, now," she answered, her eyes glazed over with the unmistakable look of lust.

He chuckled and grabbed her by the hand and headed out the door.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Rudy and Nina Brownstone," announced the emcee at LA’s Universal Amphitheater as the lights came on to expose the husband and wife. They were perched on plain wooden bar stools and enveloped in a single brilliant spotlight. Each was dressed in blue jeans and tee shirt, and they were both holding acoustic guitars with a microphone aimed at it. The mike stands were paired with two others that reached to the singer’s mouths. The event was a three-day concert extravaganza, and many top artists had taken the stage to raise money for MAC.

The crowd quieted expectantly, and Nina began the song by strumming the ‘E’ chord that Rudy first taught her. The pair gazed into each other’s eyes, oblivious to the world around them as they played and sang an acoustic version of the song they had written together. Nina kept the rhythm, while Rudy strummed out a heart wrenching melody that both of them had written. The lyrics kept perfect sync with the music and both stars smiled while they sang.

At the end of the performance, just before the lights dimmed, Rudy and Nina both discarded their guitars and embraced. The display of affection brought the house down.

Rudy shook the drops of sweat out of his wet hair, and grabbed a towel offered to him by a stagehand. He looked around for Nina, but somehow they managed to get separated in the crowd backstage. Rudy wandered over to a concession table and grabbed a bottle of spring water. He had just popped the top off of it when he felt arms reach around his waist and caught the sight of blood red fingernails. He abruptly stopped smiling when he turned and realized that the arms belonged to his former girlfriend, Shelby, instead of his wife.

"Shelby," he said, trying to wiggle out of her grasp. "It’s sure, uh, nice to see you again." His words were flat and meaningless, but the striking brunette’s bright red lips twisted up into a smile anyway. He couldn’t manage to get out of her grip, and found himself backed against the table.

"Did you miss me, lover?" Shelby’s voice was deep and husky.

"Well…" Rudy stammered, trying to shake the pull of Shelby’s deep blue eyes. He never before believed the old saying that the devil was a woman until now.

"Are you tired of your little girl yet? Do you even remember what it’s like to fuck a real woman?" Shelby asked. Rudy caught a glimpse of an ugly look that was quickly hidden by the model’s most tempting mask.

She leaned forward, and brushed her firm, barely covered tits against him. Rudy put out his hands and was about to push her away when she went spinning around of her own accord. He looked around her and saw his wife, her face red with fury.

"Get your tits off of my husband." Nina growled.

Shelby laughed and said something to Nina that Rudy could not hear and, before he could blink an eye, Nina’s open palm was colliding with the side of Shelby’s face. The brunette recoiled, and then launched her own attack on Nina. Rudy made a grab for Shelby to break the fight up, but she whirled just out of his reach. A growing ring of onlookers gathered around the two women as they slapped at each other, pulled hair and screeched like a pair of cats.

Rudy stood still in shock for a long moment, trying to decide whether to let them fight, or to get in the middle of it and break it up. Nina answered his question for him when she dragged Shelby to the floor and began to pummel the willowy brunette.

"Don’t," Nina screamed as she punched the other woman. "You ever," she continued with a slap as punctuation. "Come near my husband again," came the next shout as Nina rained blows down on Shelby. "YOU BITCH!" she finished as Rudy finally broke through the crowd and pulled her off of her fallen opponent.

Out of the corner of his eye, Rudy saw Shelby slink away, and was very glad to see that she was not seriously hurt. He backed Nina up against the nearest wall and waited for her to regain her composure. When she finally quit sputtering, she looked up at Rudy with tears in her eyes.

"I’m sorry," she started. "But I saw her rubbing herself all over you and I got so damned mad!"

Rudy chuckled and nuzzled the side of her neck. "It’s okay. I can’t say I’ve ever had two women fighting like that over me. It was kind of…neat," he added chuckling again.

"Oh, you!" she squealed and punched him playfully on his arm.

"Where the hell are you going?" asked Rudy, when he spied his wife lumbering out of their shared bedroom, dragging a huge wheeled portable suitcase. The wheels kept catching on the nap of the cream-colored carpet, and Nina cursed under her breath.

"Just leave me alone, Rudy," she said, her hand outstretched to warn him off. "I am leaving and there is nothing you can do to stop me!"

Rudy jumped off of the sofa and ran over to face his wife. His heart pounded in his chest, though he didn’t yet understand why the thought of her leaving sent him into a panic. "You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong."

She shook her head, her face a mask of steely resolve. "Look, I knew this whole thing was a joke to you, but you didn’t have to make it so goddamned obvious!"

"What do you mean? What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Did you think I wouldn’t find about your stupid bet?" Rudy watched his wife’s nostrils flare in anger, and decided she was even more beautiful when she was angry.

Rudy’s mouth flew open in surprise, and he made a mental not to kick the crap out of whoever had told her about his game. "Jesus, that was all stupid fun, okay? It was just a dumb thing that guys do, and it didn’t mean anything," he said, suddenly angry because his rapid-fire words gave away a hint of his panic.

"Look, it’s just not worth it, this whole thing is a big stupid publicity stunt, and I don’t want any part of it anymore. I’ve already rented one of the bungalow suites at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Now let me go!"

"No," he replied and stood steadfast, blocking her path to the front door.

"Rudy, let me by, I’m leaving!"

"No, you’re not!’

"Yes, I am," she replied stubbornly.

"NO, YOU’RE NOT," he roared. With that, he grabbed her pull along suitcase and tossed it unceremoniously back into the bedroom. "You are not leaving!"

"Why Rudy? Why should I stay?"

"Because I said so," was his childish response.

"That’s not good enough, Rudy. I want to leave now."

"If that isn’t good enough, then stay because I love you," Rudy blurted out, without a second thought.

Rudy and Nina walked hand in hand through their new house. Rudy had purchased the enormous twelve-bedroom mansion after their exposed lack of security. After several months, the remodeling was finished, and the Brownstone’s were finally able to move in. Now the couple owned seventy acres of prime Santa Monica real estate with guards, dogs and a forty thousand dollar electronic surveillance system. As they neared the top of the staircase, Nina paused and surveyed the massive entrance room below them. The marble floors shone with a recent polishing.

"Happy Anniversary Nina," Rudy said softly, squeezing his wife’s hand.

"Rudy, the place is huge!"

"You like it?"

"You know I do," she looked up at him and smiled.

They continued their way up the stairs when Rudy grabbed her by the arm. "Wait a minute."

He smiled at her show of confusion before reaching out and sweeping her into his arms. He took the last stair and reached out, fumbling with the doorknob of the master suite.

Nina laughed. "What are you doing?"

"The groom has to carry the bride over the threshold for good luck. Didn’t you know that?"

Nina giggled and relaxed in his arms. He stepped into the bedroom and pushed the door shut with his foot. Rudy walked over to the bed and laid her down on it. "I think we should christen the place," he said with a suggestive grin on his face.

"You think so?" Nina giggled.

Rudy nodded and both of them quickly shed their clothes. Kissing led to touching, which led to licking and biting and laughing. When Rudy climbed between her legs and positioned himself to enter her, he looked into her eyes and smiled.

"I love you Nina."

"I love you to Rudy."

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