~10~
James and I lay on my bed recovering. I had no idea sex could be like that. It was intense and raw, so much better than my experience in college and it lasted a lot longer too. Nevertheless, I was only slightly disappointed that it had still ended so quickly, but knowing it was because I aroused James so deeply made it all worthwhile. Finally, James rolled off me and lay next to me. I missed him filling me, his cock still semi-hard. I sat up, taking a moment to let my head catch up to my body, and wiggled out of my jacket, t-shirt and bra. I turned to face James and he engulfed me in his arms as our legs entwined. I traced his tattoos as we lay together basking in the best sex of my life.
“Was that everything you hoped,” I asked after a while. James pushed me away so he could look into my eyes.
“It was perfect, just like you,” he said. I smiled and blushed like a schoolgirl. It was perfect but I wasn’t so sure about my own perfection. I remembered James telling me he would tell me later why he pursued me and I wanted to know. I needed to know. I saw the women in the club, some of them obviously much younger than the wealthy men they were attached too. James could have had anyone of them, or just about any other woman he wanted, but he chose to pursue me. I just couldn’t understand why.
I wasn’t anything special. I was just another Southern California transplant, a small town girl from a simpler life somewhere else. I wasn’t as pretty as a million other girls in and around Los Angeles but I was in bed with a man most of them would die to spend a night with. Could it be as simple as dumb luck? Was I just the girl that he happened to be attracted to? I didn’t think so. There was a riddle in that song that I felt was somehow about me. I couldn’t solve it, however, and without the answer, I couldn’t imagine why I was that woman and not any number of other candidates.
“James, that song is about me, isn’t it? I’m like the woman in the story, the one the man dreams about and longs for?” I asked. He smiled and stroked my hair.
“Yeah, I think so. Time will tell I suppose but I think I finally found you,” he said. I felt warm inside at his words but the question still nagged at me.
“Why? You told me to ask again later. Well, it’s later. I need to know,” I told him. I looked at him and waited. I had given my body to James and I wanted to give him my heart but I needed to know why I was the one.
“You just answered your own question, little girl,” James told me. I had no idea what that meant and I knew he could see the impatience in my eyes. James laughed softly and explained, “It’s precisely because you can’t figure it out that you’re the one. I’ve been with my share of women, even been married. My ex was a good woman but just like the rest. They want James Turner, the lead singer and rhythm guitarist for Battery. They want the rock star.” James paused and kissed my forehead sweetly.
“You aren’t like that. You don’t want the rock star. You didn’t even know who the hell I was until a few days ago. You took the time to get to know the real me and I hope you like that man. You’re not pretentious and demanding, you’re not all made up and plasticized. You’re just plain fucking beautiful and you don’t even know it. That’s why it’s you. You’re the woman I destroyed my old self for. You’re the woman I’ve longed for. I get to decide who she is, not you. I promise you’re her. Trust me,” James finished and I pulled him to me and held him tight as he stroked my hair with one hand and my back with the other.
“Thank you. You’re right. You get to decide who she is. I’m just glad it’s me,” I whispered.
“So am I, little girl, so am I,” James told me and held me even tighter.
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The morning light seeping into my room woke me the next morning. I’d love to say I was still curled up in James’ arms but apparently, at some point during the night I climbed under the covers to warm up. James was lying on the other side of the bed, still naked and snoring softly. His cock was erect and I carefully slid out of the covers, cuddled up next to him and began stroking him as he awoke.
“Good morning, little girl,” James said groggily. I used to hate that term but I loved it now. I was happy to be his little girl.
“Morning,” I replied and kissed James’ chest as I continued to stroke him. James wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer.
“That feels nice,” he groaned.
“You made me come so many times last night, not to mention at your house, I figured I owe you one,” I said. James moved his hand, slapped my ass hard and then massaged the spot. I squealed and sat up to use both hands on him. He stroked my back as I fondled his balls and slid my hand up and down his hardness, finally coaxing a drop of his slippery fluid from the end of his cock. I massaged that in using it as lubrication and soon James was breathing hard through clenched teeth.