Chapter 50
Gen patrolled her backyard with a garbage bag, picking up the random pieces of party debris from the Labor Day barbecue. Josh and Stacey had taken the kids home to get the bathed and ready for bed. Compounding the sad feeling you get at the end of any holiday weekend was the fact that John was in the bedroom right now putting his things back in his suitcase. His flight would be leaving in less than two hours.
The five days he’d been here had just seemed so right. In another two weeks he and the band were heading for Europe and they’d be gone for a few weeks, then when he got back he had a hectic schedule with one appointment after another that he couldn’t get out of. Hell, they were even scheduled to release another single in month or two. Though there were no plans to tour with it, she knew he would be booked solid. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought about how much she missed him already.
She stuffed the bag filled with empty cups and colorful barbecue stained napkins in the trash. She willed her tears to stop, but it wasn’t happening. Slowly, John approached her as she stood washing her hands.
“Gen, darlin’ what’s wrong?” he asked even though he knew exactly why she was crying. He wanted to cry too, but he had gotten better at holding it in.
Gennie dried her hands and turned around. “When am I ever gonna see you again?” Voicing her fears suddenly made them seem worse and she started sobbing.
“Oh sweetheart,” he uttered as he took her in his arms to comfort her, “It’s gonna be a while, but I’ll be back the first chance I get. I promise.”
His words did nothing to ease her sorrow. “I’m so lonely without you. I hate waking up when you’re not there.”
“I know baby, I know. I feel the same way. But everything’s gonna work out eventually. Everything’s gonna be fine. You just have to hold on, Gen.”
They loaded his things in to the car, got him checked on his plane, and an hour and a half later Gennie was on her way back home. Driving down the highway, she wondered how she’d ever get to sleep tonight. Something had happened between them that had changed things. She couldn’t put her finger on it, the issue had never been addressed by either of them, but now things seemed so much more serious. She felt like she’d been bumped up from the farm club to the major leagues; she was in the big show now. And though the unfathomable depth of her feelings made the sadness almost unbearable, there was the ever-smallest glimmer of hope at the heart of it. Everything would work out, he’d said it himself, eventually… whatever that meant.
She needed to talk to someone. As she got out of her car, she glanced at her watch and realized it was too late to call Stace. The kids were already asleep and probably, so were she and Josh. Sighing, she walked in the house, fed the cats and got ready for bed. Just as she was settling in with a book to take her mind off her loneliness, the phone rang.
“Hey Gen, it’s me. How’re ya doin’? I don’t want you to spend your evening crying your eyes out.”
His voice brought a big smile to her face. “I’m trying to hang in there,” she laughed. “Of course, it doesn’t hurt that I have this wildly successful, devastatingly handsome and sexually gifted man on the phone with me right now.” She could practically hear him blushing on the other end.
“Aw, darlin’, if I could just turn this plane around right now…”
“Wait!” she gasped, feigning surprise, “This isn’t Bill? Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed!” She smiled as he laughed out loud at her joke, then she heard an odd noise.
He giggled some more. “Oh, sorry, dude,” he apologized to someone near by. “I’m such a fucking klutz, Gen. I just knocked over some guy's drink- you made me laugh so hard.”
“Sorry,” she giggled, then added teasingly, “You really should work on your coordination.”
“Hey, wait!” he whined into the phone, “I thought you just called me… uh… gifted. Seems to me you’re not unhappy with my motor skills.”
“Well, I’m very happy with your skills when you’re naked, but when you’re clothed, it seems you leave something to be desired.”
“Hold on, what about all that wildly successful crap? Doesn’t that count for anything? Millions of people have found me adequately coordinated.”
“I doubt the guy next to you is one of them.”
“Touché” he laughed.
“So why’re you really spending god-knows-how-much-a-minute to talk to me?”
“You mean other than hearing you rave about my abilities and my looks? And it’s a lot by the way.”
“You better watch that big head of yours Rzeznik,” she grinned. “It tends to get you in trouble.”
“Yeah, whatever.” he drawled suspiciously. “No, darlin’, I called to tell you I love you.”
“Aw, I love you too, sweetie.”
“And, um,” he hesitated, “I’ll call you later, Ok?”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah, that’s it! What? Do you have a problem with that?” he taunted her playfully.
“No. It just seems a little odd is all. I mean, you just left an hour ago. You’re probably no further than, what, Texas?”
“Colorado!”
“And you called to tell me you’d call later?” She rolled her eyes. There was something up with this and she was determined to drag it out of him.
“Well, I…” He stammered, not wanting to go much further.
“Yeah?” See! There was something here. It might take some needling, but she’d get it.
He sighed warily, “Uh, Gen, remember that conversation we had in the Dallas airport?”
“Uh huh,” she replied, puzzled.
“Well, I was kinda thinkin’ we could, um… y’know … continue with that.”
“Oh!” She was pleasantly surprised. This was definitely not what she’d expected. “What about the guy sitting next to you?”
“What? Oh, you don’t think he wants a little action?” he giggled. “No, babe, he’s not beside me, he’s behind me. And…”
She could hear the leather seat creak as he turned around to peer at the guy behind him.
“He’s asleep. And everyone else is wearing those headsets watching TV, so we’re cool. You are in bed, right?”
“Mmm hmmm…” she sighed into the phone. She wanted to make this interesting. It was as good as it gets tonight.
“What’re you wearing? The lavender nightie? I love that one, y’know.”
“Well,” she purred, “I was...”
“Ooh Gen, baby. Tell me more.”
“I’m just lying in my big bed all by myself, wishing you were here next to me. I wanna hear you breathing. I want to look into your beautiful blue eyes. I wanna touch you… feel you… in my hands… on my lips.” she sighed breathlessly.
That certainly got his heart rate up. He moved to get comfortable in his seat. “Genevieve, I want you so bad.”
“Ooh, baby, I am so bad,” she giggled temptingly. “You like naughty girls, don’t you?” She got herself into character- she could play this game. He didn’t say anything, but she could hear his breath followed by a faint moan that was also half stifled laugh.
“I wanna kiss you. Genevieve, lick your lips. Ya feel it? That’s me.”
She did as he instructed then bit her bottom lip and moaned. “Johnny, I do feel you.” Her breathing sped up.
“Now I’m kissing your neck. God, you smell so good.” His breathing became slow and even. “I’m running my fingers through your hair. Gen, I want you to use your free hand, darlin’. Will you do that for me?”
“Mmm hmm.” She was compliant.
“Now my fingers are caressing your face… they’re on your neck… your collarbone… Oh, baby, I’ve got my hands on you… my fingers are on your nipples. Are you with me? Aah… Genevieve, I’ve got you between my lips, and my tongue. You want me to bite?”
“You know I do.”
“First the left,” he paused and listened to her breathing. “Then your right.”
“Uh huh.”
“You’re beautiful, Genevieve. I love looking at you.” He closed his eyes and it was like he was right there with her.
“I’m gonna move down a little further. I’m kissing that little groove down the center of your chest… your hipbone… your belly button… I know it makes you laugh. I love that you know. Ok, I’m kneeling in front of you, lifting your right leg and I kiss you on the ankle. You’re following, right?”
“God, yes, I’m following you,” she panted.
“Good. I’m kissing your calf… then your knee… ah, the back of your knee… ooh, Genevieve, you’re so flexible.” This was making him crazy just thinking about it. “Now, baby, I’ve gotta kiss your thigh. Do you like that?”
“Yeah, I….” She hesitated.
“What darlin’? You want me to go further? I’m really close.”
“You are really close. You’ve gotta keep going.”
“Are you ready?” He paused. Imagining her doing these things was getting him more worked up than he thought. He suddenly felt like a 16-year-old boy in gym class all over again. He hoped it wasn’t too obvious. “Darlin’, I’m running my fingers up your leg. You feel that? I’m at your knee… your upper thigh… oh baby, you’re so warm. I want some of that Ok, Genevieve? Do you like this?”
“Yeah, baby, I do.”
He listened to her breath become more labored, more intense. This was killing him. “Baby, I wanna feel you. I wanna get closer. I wanna taste you.”
Her moans became more urgent and faster paced. She would give anything in this moment to be near him. She wanted it to be his hands that touched her skin right now, his body in her bed. Just thinking of him right now gave her goose bumps. “ Johnny… baby… I’m… I’m…” she panted.
“Go ahead, Genevieve. I wanna hear it. I wanna hear you scream, baby. Tell me I’m doing it right.”
“Ah… ah… you’re so good at this, sweetie. It’s so, so…”
He listened with excitement, satisfaction, and a little bit of pride as she went over the edge. Her cries made it worth the god-awful amount of money this was costing him.
“Oh John,” she whispered, out of breath, “You’re so good. It’s almost like having you here.”
“Good Genevieve. I want you to be happy.”
“So tell me,” she jumped in to reciprocate. “If I was sitting there with you… Is it dark?”
“Mmm hmm. Very dark.”
“Ooh I like it that way… nothing but the flickering light from the TV, right? I like the way the colors reflect off your skin… off mine. That gray t-shit you have on… I’m taking it off. Oh, that’s better. Your skin is so warm. And I love your tattoos; you know that. They’re so…mmm…” she groaned as if it were right into his ear. Heavy breathing on the other end was all she could hear. “Baby, I wanna see my spider. I’m gonna have to undo those pants. I’m gonna be really careful… even though I don’t care if they see us or not.”
“Genevieve.” He absolutely loved how she immediately felt possessive of his new tattoo. She referred to it as hers and he couldn’t have asked for a better response.
“There’s my spider! Oh baby, I’ll love you forever for that.” He didn’t make a sound, but she could tell he was smiling. “I’m gonna kiss you now...” She paused. “Ooh, that was good. I love that tongue!” She reached over and turned out her bedside lamp and turned on the TV without the sound. She wanted to be as close to his experience as she could get. “I need to touch you… Oh god, Johnny! Is that all for me? You definitely know how to make me happy. I’ve got you in my hands now, and god, you feel so good. Do you like that?”
“Yeah, Genevieve, I do. Please don’t stop.” His voice was barely more than a whisper. He shifted to get comfortable again and this time put his foot up on the seat, further obscuring him from an already diminished view.
‘Oh no, sweetheart, I don’t wanna stop. Not until you want me to.” She paused and took a deep breath. “You’re so hard… you’re so… “ She moaned. “Oh baby, I want you. I am so ready for you. I’ve gotta have you. Would you like that, Johnny?”
“Kiss me first, Genevieve.”
“Baby, I’m gonna kiss you everywhere. Your lips… mmm… they’re sweet… Your neck… aah… that chest… those perfect abs… oh… my spider… I’m getting closer…”
“Lower, baby.”
“OOOhh… John…” She groaned. She wondered what she should say next since the inherent nature of what she was supposed to be doing would preclude her from speaking. She was definitely enjoying it, but she had to admit, this was fairly new territory- especially with someone in mid air. She assumed that he wasn’t following along as she’d been, even though she knew he wanted to. She offered him a few more sensuous moans from the back of her throat, and then decided to cut him free. Any longer would have been cruelty. “Baby, I want to feel you inside me now. Can I do that?”
“Mmm hmm”
“Johnny, I’ve always wanted to be in the mile high club. Are you game?”
She could almost hear the sexy grin spread across his face. “Oh yeah.”
“Ok, I want you to count to ten, then I want you to meet me in the bathroom. I know it’s gonna be a tight squeeze, but I’ll be in there waiting for you. Will that work?”
“Yeah, Genevieve, it’ll work. Darlin’? I love you. You know that.”
“I do know that. I love you Johnny,” she smiled. “Now, baby, I want you to start counting. I’ll meet you in there on ten.”
“See you soon, Ok, Gen baby?”
“Real soon.” She was careful not to say goodbye; that would just make things sad again. And god forbid she ruin the illusion for him, even just for a second. She waited till she heard the beep of the phone disconnecting.
His phone call hadn’t been so much about sex as it was about fulfilling her need for him. He knew that she needed to hear his voice right then. It was incredible how he could get inside her mind like that. He knew exactly what she wanted. He was either disturbingly intuitive to her needs, or he needed the same things.