Rocked Up

“Something like that.”

I don’t get recognized everywhere I go. I try to dress down and blend in and learned long ago not to invite attention when I am in public. Today I have Lael by my side; she does not blend in.

Lael is wearing skintight black jeans that stretch around her curves with rough tears and rips that contrast with the smooth skin on her thighs. Her thick wavy teal hair falls over her bare shoulders, and her mirror aviator sunglasses leave only her mouth to convey any expression. This would be enough to steal the attention of passerbys, but it’s how she’s strutting that demands attention. I notice a middle-aged lady elbow her cigar-smoking husband when she catches him staring.

“I can’t believe we have sound check in two hours,” she laments.

“You’re not burning out already are ya?” I ask.

“Oh, come on.”

“Well, what do ya want to do?”

“I know a great way to burn an hour,” she teases. “Your room or mine?”

I know it’s a joke but I consider the question. She is particularly radiant today.

“No! I am kidding,” Lael says as she puts hand under my shirt in a playful way, I flex my muscles and hope she doesn’t notice.

“Ha ha, you flexed.”

I guess she did notice.

“What?”

“What is it with guys doing that?”

“I didn’t flex…”

“Ha ha, sure, I bet you’re not even capable of me touching you without having to flex your muscles.”

“Whatever.”

“Okay then, let’s see.”

We stop walking and face each other smiling like children, her a taunting bully and myself a defiant rebel. We are on a street just off of Bourbon that is considerably less busy, in fact for the moment we are the only ones on the block. We can see Bourbon Street, people look like flowing technicolored water. The sun is shining on us between two old Victorian buildings.

“What are you doing?” I ask as Lael holds eye contact, an impish smile on her lips as she puts her hand under my shirt. Her touch makes me feel light, her face relaxes and so does mine. With her hand now on my chest I kiss her slowly. I run my hand up her back, and down to her ass hooking my thumbs under her tight jeans. I pull her in, pressing her against me, letting her feel everything. Her hands slide around and clasp behind my neck. I leave one hand on her bum, pulling her in, and slide the other up her back. We are perfectly tangled, trying to make contact with as much of our bodies as possible.

Her room or mine? It doesn’t matter.

We kiss. Our tongues wrestle as we push into each other as much as possible. My eyes are closed and I am lost in the moment, Lael is hanging off of me so I put one hand on the cold brick wall to balance myself.

Lael pulls away and gives me a questioning look.

“What” I ask, breathless already.

“I can tell you hold back with me.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, trying not to sound impatient.

“It’s because I am younger or something.”

“Hold back?” I repeat.

“The way you handle me is too gentle. You know you won’t break me, Brad.”

“Too gentle? Jesus, that’s one I haven’t heard before.”

“You don’t have to be like that with me, sometimes sweet is nice, but not always,” Lael says.

I smile at her, enjoying this conversation. “Okay, so what do you want right now, soft or hard?” I kiss her again.

“Come on.” Lael pulls me into an alley, we walk past fire escapes and some crates, then the narrow alley takes a hard turn to the right and comes to a dead end. We are surrounded by brick walls and there are a network of pipes in front of us.

I know what game she’s playing and I am more than willing to play. Although, she does seem to be taking off her clothes which is something that’s taking me by surprise. I assumed in situation like this, high noon in an alleyway, we would keep on as much clothing as possible. I would unzip she would shimmy her jeans down and we would make quick work of it. But, this gal is standing in front of me completely naked on top of her pile of discarded clothing.

She’s completely exposed.

She’s completely stunning.

In the severity of clear daylight, her body seems hyperreal and it takes me a good few moments to realize what’s going on.

I’m the fucking luckiest guy in the world.

“Hard,” Lael says as she turns around and grabs hold of a pipe to keep her steady.

Even though I’m slack-jawed at how naked she is in front of me, I’m more than ready to take her. I kiss her neck as I unzip. Slowly, effortlessly, I fall into her. Lael takes my hands that are on her breasts and puts them on her hips.

“You can’t hurt me, remember,” she says, her voice throaty. “Hold me tight, fuck me. This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

I hold tight and put her young body to the test. If sex is music, this is punk rock, fast, explosive, to the point…and less than two minutes long. Her body is beautiful and perfect in the contrast of this dingy alley. A narrow ray of sunshine shines in through the buildings, highlighting beads of sweat on her chest. If sex is a car racing, this is a drag race, pedal to the floor and getting to the finish line as fast as possible.

I’m close to the finish line and she can feel it. She pushes into me with a moan, we briefly make eye contact, her expression primal, wild.

“Come inside me, baby.” Her heavy eyes are still on mine.

Her words take me to the edge. I hold tight and somehow I’m able to move faster and harder.

My race car crosses the line, the punk rock song comes to an end.

“Fucking hell,” she swears, the race car rolls to a stop and the guitars of the punk rock song stop ringing out. I barely hear her. My heart is pounding too loudly in my head.

But I can’t stay inside her forever, not here. I zip up.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she says with a smile as she quickly slips her clothes back on. “Especially with you.”

I’m trying to catch my breath, reality is sinking in and I’m amazed at what just happened. I can hear the sounds of the city funneling into the alley where we are.

“Ew, look at my hands.” She holds them up to show how dirty they are from hanging on to the pipes. “Okay, back to the hotel to clean up.” She marches past me as if what just happened was totally run of the mill for her. I take one last look at the scene of the crime before I follow her back to civilization.

The hotel is only a few short blocks away and so it’s not long before we’re in my hotel room. Lael is in the shower while I drink a coffee by the window, lost in my thoughts. They’re a bit scattered, considering what just happened in that alley, but they keep coming back to one thing: I like my life with Lael in it. Even though it’s been a short time since the day she picked me up from the airport, I’m having a hard time imagining life without her in it.

“Get in here, Snyder!” Lael shouts from the bathroom.

I put down my coffee, undress, and join her in the shower.