5 comments/ 8294 views/ 0 favorites Music & Love Ch. 02 By: AdrianneLove "Will you sign my CD please? Please?" Jake turned around, arms full of groceries, and looked down into the eyes of the cutest little girl he had ever seen. That's what I get for not using a cart, he muttered to himself. He set his groceries down on the floor before getting on his knee to sign the old CD cover the little girl held out to him. There weren't many places that Jake could go without having to sign autographs anymore. Most musicians were bothered by it and, although there were times where Jake just wanted to be left alone, most of the time he was a good sport. "What's your name cutie?" Jake said warmly. "Katie," the little girl said nervously. Katie couldn't have been older than five years old. She wore a blue and white polka dotted dress, with a little white bow in her hair and a little blue sequin purse slung over her shoulder. To make the whole ensemble even more charming, the little girl appeared to be wearing princess shoes featuring Disney's Cinderella, and a sparkly wand was sticking out of the side of her purse. Jake's heart warmed at the little girl's courage to come talk to him. "And do you want to be a musician one day, little Katie?" The little girl's eyes danced. "I want to be a singer and lyricist just like you." Jake let out a hearty laugh. Hearing the little girl say she aspired to be a lyricist was adorable, albeit surprising, especially since she couldn't even pronounce the word. "So you want to write music, eh?" Jake leaned down and kissed the little girl on the head. "That's for good luck then. Don't give up." The little girl giggled and ran off, clutching her CD to her heart. Jake brushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled. He slipped his hand into his jean jacket pocket and grabbed his keys before leaning down and picking up his groceries. When he stood up, a small group of women had formed. All the women shared the same expression of complete awe and lust. "Oh damn," thought Jake. ********************************************* "What the hell took so long Jake? I sent you to the damn grocery store." Jake winced at the sound of Courtney's voice. They had been dating for a few months now and he'd grown accustomed to her outbursts. She hadn't ended up quite the girl he though she was, or would have liked her to be. He was lonely though, so he put up with it for the nights that she didn't yell and they laughed or cuddled. "Sorry babe, ran into a few fans." Jake dropped his keys and wallet onto the mahogany coffee table before plopping onto the oversized red couch. He slowly started to pull his jacket off his body when a pillow hit in square in the face. "Jake you need to learn the word 'no'. Saying 'no' wouldn't hurt anyone. And don't you want to make me happy? Aren't I important?" Courtney stood with her hands on her hips, wearing an obviously expensive piece of lingerie that Courtney referred to as her "pj's". The expression on her face quickly evolved from prima-bitch to sad puppy eyes, a look she knew Jake could not resist. Jake's eyes softened and he held his arms out. "Baby, come here. You know that you're important to me. I just try to make everyone happy." Jake sighed, obviously frustrated. "I try to be everywhere and do everything and it's impossible." Courtney sighed dramatically, flicking her eyes toward the ceiling. "Jake we've been through this how many times now? You aren't fucking Superman, so don't try to be. You need to just take care of me." Jake bit his tongue to control the anger that bubbled inside of him. She's just feeling neglected, he thought. I do spend a lot of time on tour. She's not being mean on purpose, she just misses me... As if Courtney could read his mind, she grabbed him by the hand and started to lead him towards the bedroom. "Come on, baby. Let me show you how much I missed you..." A genuine smile crossed his face and his muscles relaxed. He finished taking his jacket off and dropped it onto the Brazilian hardwood floor. He grabbed the bottom of his dark green shirt and pulled it over his head. Instinctively he ran his fingers through his hair before unbuttoning the top button of his jeans. He reached out for Courtney, who was nibbling on her index finger before pulling her lower lip down and giving Jake a sexy side smile. Jake wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulling her close. He could hear her breath catch in her throat as he grazed his sensuous lips across her earlobe. Her body shuddered at his touch, the warmth of his breath across her neck giving her chills. Courtney looked up at Jake with a longing gaze. Jake carefully wrapped his left arm around her tightly while he used his right arm to lower their bodies onto his bed. As he laid her body softly on top of his comforter, he began to trail kisses from her ear down her collar bone. He slowed down as he neared her breasts, alternating between kissing and nibbling. His hands slowly traced the length of her body in long sensuous strokes. He could feel her heart beating faster as soft moans escaped her lips. He began to release the clasps of her lingerie; whatever flesh was exposed he quickly covered with his mouth, sucking and tasting the sweetness of Courtney's skin. Soon she lay naked, her eyes intent on Jake, watching him with pure lust. Jake ran his hands up her body, slowly massaging her in spots that he knew were tender. Courtney gasped, feeling her body ease into a complete relaxation. She closed her eyes and her breathing steadied as Jake relieved her body of any pent up stress. In her relaxation, she spread her legs further apart. Her eyes fluttered open at the touch of Jake's lips along her thigh. He began kissing and massaging her thighs, urging her to spread her legs even wider. Courtney's breathing increased with the knowledge of where Jake planned on kissing her next. When his tongue danced around her lips, Courtney moaned loudly. "Don't fucking tease me Jake." Jake smirked, then slid his tongue from the base of Courtney's pussy to the clitoris. He kissed the outer lips before running his tongue in little circles. Courtney's hands tangled into his hair, pulling him closer and deeper into her body. That's right, baby, Jake thought. I know what you love. Jake found the little pink nub and closed his lips around it. He began to suck softly, drawing small convulses and loud moans from Courtney. As he sucked on her clit, he slid his finger into her body. Courtney drew in a sharp breath and started to buck against Jake's face. He increased his intensity sucking on her clit and slid another finger in, fucking her body with his tongue and fingers. The coarseness of Jake's calloused fingertips brought Courtney over the edge. In a matter of seconds, Jake could feel her pussy walls tighten around his fingers. Courtney's screams were breathtaking, the woman made such incredible sounds when she was pleasured. Jake slowed his fingers down but didn't stop his relentless attack on her clit. He could feel Courtney spasm underneath him and her sticky cum all over his fingers. He was building her up for another orgasm when she hissed "fuck me now Jake." He quickly pulled off his jeans, which wasn't an easy task in his state. As he pulled his boxers down, he sprang up in anticipation and need. Courtney, who Jake found was extremely turned on when she talked dirty, lowered her gaze and whispered "fuck me with that huge cock of yours baby." Although Jake himself wasn't a dirty talker, he happily obliged her request. He positioned his body above hers before leaning in for a deep kiss. His tongue swept her mouth lustfully as he slid into her warm body. A harsh groan escaped his lips as he felt her wet pussy adjust around him. He had only pushed himself halfway in, he tried to give her body time to adjust before he slid into her completely. With about four inches to go, he waited patiently until her breathing calmed down before he slid the rest of himself into her body. He brought a hand up to her breasts and began to fondle and squeeze them. Courtney's body tightened at his touch and she started to pant lightly. He withdrew himself from her body slowly and then slid back in. This time, Courtney raised her hips to meet him halfway in his thrust. Jake began to fuck Courtney hard, their bodies breaking out into a sleek sweat. As he slid in and out of her body, he could feel her breasts bounce against him. Jake closed his eyes and relished Courtney's petite body rubbing against his. He grabbed her hips and pulled her body into his thrusts, bringing forth little screams and explicit words each time from Courtney. She dug her nails into his back, a sign that explosion was imminent. Jake quickened his pace and Courtney threw her head back, letting out a harsh throaty sound that only a woman in pleasure could make. He could feel her body tighten around him, convulsing and panting heavily. As he continued to slide in and out of her body, he could feel the slipperiness of her cum. The stimulation of her pussy walls squeezing around him and her nails in his back brought Jake over the edge, and he moaned roughly into her hair as he poured into her body. He held her tightly, feeling her body contract around his in aftershocks. Soon after though, she pulled away from him. "I'm going to go shower, I don't want to feel sweaty all day." Jake sighed, letting her go. He wished she liked to cuddle more often. Just cause I'm a rock star doesn't mean I always get my way, Jake thought in the back of his mind as he drifted off to sleep. ********************************************* "You're boyfriend is such a fucking god. It's not fair," Jenny complained as she grabbed a handful of Terra chips. "Oh please, he's not so great. But he is hot, isn't he?" Courtney answered. Courtney was spending the day with her best friend since high school, Jenny Bennet. Jenny was extremely jealous of Courtney, as was most of America's female population, for snagging one of the best looking, single guys out there. "No seriously. Look at this article," Jenny giggled, pointing to Vogue's latest article on the star musician. Jake had done the article at Courtney's insistence; he usually focused more on music-literature like Rolling Stone or Spin, not chick magazines. The article, which featured Jake shirtless in jeans, with his hair in his eyes and a sexy smile sprawled across his face, featured less about his music and more about his personal life than he preferred. Courtney pulled her lawn chair close to Jenny's and rearranged her bikini top before laying on her stomach. "Okay, let's look at this thing." "Name: Jake Anderson. Age: 27. Height: 6'3". Weight: 185 lbs. Dream date: Taking my beautiful girlfriend to the beach for a romantic dinner and then walking along the shore talking about life." Courtney grunted. "What a fucking sap." "What's up with you?" Jenny asked quizzically, reaching into the Terra chip bag again. Courtney stood up, snatching the bag away from Jenny. "Don't eat any more of these, you'll become fat." She sighed before flipping her blonde locks over her shoulder. "I don't know. Jake is just so... boring. I wanted a rock star, you know? And he's so... normal." Jenny rolled her eyes. "Don't you realize that you have this great guy that adores you?" "Whatever, at least Vogue mentions my name," Courtney smiled, pointing out her name in the article. ********************************************* "Eight ball, left pocket," Mike called out before sinking the ball. "Nice job man," Jake patted his back before handing him a beer. "I think that does me though." Mike played in Jake's band, but the two of them had known each other for years. They had seen each other through everything, and were more like brothers than friends. "Hey I think we should talk about Courtney," Mike mumbled before downing the rest of his Fat Tire. "What's up with her?" Jake asked solemnly. "She not the girl for you man. That girl uses you like a fucking wipe on a baby's ass." Jake grimaced. "I know she can be demanding, but she loves me..." "No she doesn't," Mike cut him off. "She loves your money." "But I'm so fucking sick of being alone Mike. I go on tour and I have these women throw themselves at me but I just want one. I want one woman that I go home to, one woman that I sleep with at night, one woman who I know will stand by me through all my shit, just one man. Just one." Mike looked at his friend closely. He could tell Jake was a little buzzed and maybe that's what brought out his emotions so strongly tonight. But it appeared that his old friend was hurting inside. "But she isn't that girl Jake. She's not. And I don't want you to find out the wrong way." "Its cool man, thanks for caring about me. But I'll be fine," Jake forced a smile. "I'm going to head home." Jake pulled on his leather jacket before dropping a few twenties on the table. "I got tonight." "You sure man? I think it was my turn to pay," Mike questioned. "Don't worry about it. You get next time." Jake half-waved as he walked out the back entrance into the parking lot. He climbed into his steel-blue BMW and flipped on an old Jimi Hendrix track, Bold as Love. By the time he got home, a few hours earlier than he told Courtney he would be, the music had soothed his nerves and he was feeling confident about his relationship with Courtney again. He ran his hand through his hair and stuffed his hand in his pocket, grabbing his keys. He unlocked the door and turned the handle before stepping inside. A sickening feeling of dread overcame him as he heard his girlfriend moan in the other room. He dropped his jacket on the floor before briskly walking into the other room. A man he'd never seen in his life had his dick buried deep into his girlfriend's ass. They obviously hadn't heard Jake walk in. Jake walked up to the guy, pulled him off his girlfriend, and punched him in the face, breaking his nose. Jake then turned around and with narrow, angry eyes, looked at Courtney and quietly said, "bitch, get the fuck out of my house." Music & Love Ch. 03 Jake reached for his alarm clock, knocking empty beer cans and bags of chips onto the ground. He picked up the clock frantically trying to shut it off. It was 4:30 in the morning. I must have accidentally set this thing for the wrong time, he thought. Resigning to his lack of patience for the beeping of the alarm and his lack of coordination to turn it off, he picked the clock up and threw it at the wall. The fate of the clock was determined by the cease of sound. Good, thought Jake. No more fucking noise. Jake had fallen into a broken bachelor's routine. He rarely saw his friends, rarely went outside. His tour had finished a few weeks ago and since, he'd been inside his house, eating crap from bags and watching bad television. He hadn't bothered with personal grooming – who was there to impress? He lived like a slob; he was behaving uncharacteristically. Even worse, he'd lost his motivation to pick up his guitar and write music. It was incredibly depressing. The pounding on the door was relentless. Didn't I break my alarm already? Jake rubbed his eyes, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. His curtains were pulled tightly together, making his room as dark as a cave, so Jake was quite surprised when he opened his bedroom door and sunlight poured into the room. He staggered over to the front door and opened it, not bothering to ask who it was. "What the fuck man. It's 1:00 in the afternoon. You look like... shit, actually." Jeff walked into Jake's house and looked around. "Your house looks like shit too." "Thanks," Jake muttered. In truth, he felt like shit. His back of his hair was plastered to his neck, while the rest of his hair had grown so long it was constantly in his eyes. He hadn't shaved in a few days, and a healthy beard was spreading across his face. His body was sore; he had taken to running at night to get rid of some of the pain he felt, but he found most of the time the pain didn't go away, no matter how many miles he ran. There were nights where he'd run for five minutes, and other nights when he'd run for two hours. He'd made himself sick a few times running, but it was the only outlet for him to express how he felt. "At least you aren't getting fat, living like a hobo dude," Jeff said, as he picked up granola wrappers and beer cans off the floor. "Have you heard from her?" he asked gingerly. "She calls every now and then. Says shit like she misses me and it was a mistake. I don't believe a word she says," Jake said, anger dripping from his voice. He cleared his throat; his voice still husky from just waking up. "That bitch used me and I was too stupid to see it. Fuck being nice, it's not worth it." "Well I wouldn't go that far man, but I feel you. I get why you're pissed," Jeff shrugged. "The guys are all going out tonight to the strip club. You should get the fuck out of your house, come with us." "I'm not really up to it," Jake groaned. "Tough shit, now get dressed. I'm getting my hair cut and I think you need to come with me." *********************************** Jake walked into the strip club behind Mike and Jeff, along with a few other guys he hadn't met before. It was one of the nicer local strip clubs, although he hadn't been to many in his life. He always left feeling a little like an asshole for exploiting women, but he figured he wasn't forcing them to do anything; they were in that industry on their own. He ran his hand instinctively through his hair, brushing it behind his ear. The woman at the hair salon had done a great job. Maybe it was his lack of hygiene in the past few weeks, but his hair felt softer than he thought it ever had. She had left him with the shaggy cut he had before, the cut that she insisted made girls swoon. He smiled and took her word for it, but he had to admit when he left he looked damn good. When he got home, he found that his friend Jeff had called a housekeeping service and had them head over to Jake's place. With the new hair cut and a clean place, Jake was feeling pretty good. He hopped in the shower, then dressed in his favorite jeans that he always wore first night of a tour, and then threw a white, buttoned down shirt on. He didn't want to look overdressed, so he rolled up the sleeves and left the top buttons unbuttoned to give it a casual feel, and then with a quick shake of his hair, was off to meet the guys. Despite the inside of the strip club being painted all black, it did not seem dark at all. Lights were shining all over the place, almost like a disco, Jake thought. There were stages all over the place with poles and beautiful scantily dressed women dancing and grinding on each other. And this is supposed to put me out of my misery, questioned Jake. It seems like I'm just going to leave horny and alone. The manager of the club walked over to Jake's group and introduced himself. "It's a pleasure to have you here, Mr. Anderson. I will make your journey worthwhile." The fat man shook Jake's hand, before linking his arm with the buxom blonde he'd been escorting. Jake and his friends sat down in the VIP lounge of the club – a section designated only for celebrities, purposely designed to avoid media so celebrities didn't tarnish their names with stories of strip clubs. Jake sighed, feeling slightly irritated that he allowed himself to be dragged to this. "Hey Jake, it's your shot!" one of the guys Jake didn't recognize shouted. They had ordered sake bombers and everyone had drank theirs. Jake reluctantly picked up the sake shot glass, dropped it into his cup of beer, and started to chug. "Fuck yeah, doesn't that feel great?" Mike yelled over the music. "Ask me in seven more..." Jake joked. Seven sake bombers later, Jake found a pretty Asian girl dancing on his lap. He closed his eyes, laughing to himself. That old manager must know a few things about me to send over an Asian girl, Jake thought. Jake had spent a semester over in Japan during high school as a foreign exchange student and had developed an enormous respect for the culture.... and the women. He opened his eyes to see the girl smiling knowingly back at Jake. "I make you happy, yes?" the girl asked in broken English. Jake, in a very drunk state, nodded his head. "Yes. Make me happy." The girl stood up and grabbed Jake by the hand, pulling him into a separate room of the club, where they were alone. This must be why so many celebs come here, thought Jake. "Where the fuck did Jake go?" Mike poked Jeff in the ribs to get his attention from the girl dancing on the pole in front of him. Jeff glared at him, then started to chuckle. "The Asian took him away. He's trashed dude. He's gunna be so pissed at us tomorrow. This isn't his style and you know it." "Whatever, the guy needs a break. Might as well get some with no strings, you know?" Mike replied. Maybe you're right, thought Jeff. I just want to see my friend happy. *********************************** Jake grabbed the sides of the chair. "Oh fuck," he moaned. The little Asian was on her knees with Jake's entire eight inch penis down her throat and she wasn't gagging at all. It was like she was the living form of blow-job perfection. Jake thought he died. As she pulled back, he could feel himself popping out of her throat. She carefully licked around the base, trailing down toward his balls. She took a ball gently in her mouth and began to suck on it, while enclosing her small hand around him and pumping in rhythm to her sucking. She eventually let go of one ball and sucked the other into her mouth, gaining momentum. Jake's grip became white-knuckled on the chair, and he began to pant. The small girl eventually took both balls into her mouth while giving him one of the best hand jobs of his life. Just as he felt the cum begin to boil in his balls, she let go of him completely. He sat up in the chair, confused and a little disappointed. It disappeared quickly though when her tongue ran horizontally across his slit. "You excited. Must make long experience. Shila go slow." Jake nodded his head. He was feeling so pleasured he was without words. Courtney had always made sex about her, it had been so long before he had had a release that was just for him. He gazed down at Shila with utmost appreciation for the care and attention she was giving him. She looked up and their eyes met; she smiled and slowly sucked him completely into her mouth, never losing eye contact. Feeling so hard he was afraid he could break, Jake sucked his breath in and wrapped his fingers in her soft black hair. He held her head still and slowly began to fuck her face. She understood, she merely controlled the flicks of her tongue to entertain him but she let him have control. She moaned, and the reverberations of her voice vibrated against him. He shuddered, slowly losing control. He pushed into her mouth faster and harder until he couldn't take it anymore. With one hot stroke, he pushed all the way down her throat and exploded, groaning loudly. She sucked hard, catching every drop of cum down her throat. He sighed as his breathing regained composure, and she pulled back slowly. She stood up, bowed in a traditional manner, and walked out of the room. Jake walked out of the hidden hallway that led back into the VIP club. His friends Mike and Jeff were shit-faced, each with a gorgeous woman on their lap grinding them. Jake smirked and grabbed a beer. "Hey hey, have fun there Jakey?" Mike teased. "I'm definitely not feeling sorry for myself any more," Jake commented. "But I am fucking starving." "They've got great sushi here," Jeff offered. The girl on his lap pushed her breasts into Jeff's face and although Jake was pretty sure Jeff had said something else, he had no idea what. "It's all good, I love sushi but not when I'm drunk. I think I'm going to walk to the diner up the street." "Whatever floats your boat, Jake. I'm staying where the titties are at," Mike hollered. Jake laughed heartily. "Have fun there tiger. See you later, and thanks." "No prob, Jake. You're my bro," Mike smiled. *********************************** Jake stepped outside the club and the cold breeze hit him unexpectedly. He pulled his jacket close around him to keep warm. It was beautiful during the day in Santa Monica, but the nights could get chilly. As he walked up the street, he cleared his thoughts in his mind. He approached the small beach diner and grabbed the handle, shaped like a surfboard. He pulled open the door and a little buzzer rang. "I'll be there in a minute!" an older-sounding woman's voice rang from the back room. Jake stood awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. He looked down at his Casio watch and was surprised to see it was already 2am. He scanned over the crowd dining in the restaurant and found a few groups of attention-starved teenagers, one older couple eating breakfast, and a few stragglers. There was a young woman in the back of the restaurant that caught his attention. She had medium length auburn hair that fell on her shoulders in breathtaking waves. He couldn't see her eyes from where he stood, but she wore glasses with black frames that gave her a modern look. She had headphones on and appeared to be dancing to whatever music she was listening to. She had piles of books in front of her neatly organized into sections, and she was typing on the bright red laptop sitting on the table. She appeared to have ordered waffles but didn't finish eating them; instead she had taken to building what looked like a fort out of her food. Jake smiled at her, intrigued by what he was seeing. She appeared to be absolutely adorable, and he was entranced by how much self confidence she exuded from across a room. "Helllooo Mr. Anderson?" Jake turned abruptly to stare at the old woman who was waving a menu in his face. "Hey there handsome, you with me?" Jake smiled at the old woman. "Yes ma'am, sorry. I was daydreaming." Jake coughed to clear his throat, he was husky sounding from the alcohol he had consumed. He was still quite a bit tipsy, but he knew how to handle his alcohol in public. "About that cute little thing over there, eh? Her name's Lauren. She's a lucky girl to have you staring at her," the woman chattered on as she led Jake to a booth somewhat near the redhead. "And if I could there dear, I'd would just love to get you to sign a napkin or something for my niece. She'd just die if I told her I served you. My word!" the old woman's eyes glittered. She was obviously originally from a Southern state, with her extremely thick accent drawling each word into the next. Jake grinned widely. "No problem, anything for you, Barbara," he added, after glancing down at Barbara's nametag. Barbara's face widened into a smile as she shuffled off to the kitchen to bring a supply of napkins to the table. After he signed a few napkins to her relatives, she took his order. "I'll have the double stack pancakes with strawberries, two sides of bacon, and a biscuit please." Barbara nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yes sir, coming right up. And don't you quit doing your music, you done real good." Jake nodded his head at the compliment. "Thanks." Jake peered closer to Lauren's table. The song must have changed, because now she was dancing even more animatedly than she was the last song. He smiled inside. In a way, he felt like he was sharing her world with her, just watching her dance around. Suddenly, Lauren looked up right into Jake's eyes. He was taken aback; her sharp green eyes pierced his with curiosity. She smiled and he smiled back, feeling a bit like a lovestruck teenager. Her smile was wide and beautiful, with perfectly straight white teeth and extremely luscious looking lips. Jake could feel himself getting hard. Wow, he thought, this hasn't happened since tenth grade. Lauren glanced down at her watch and Jake could read from her expression that she was surprised at how late it was. She gathered her belongings, threw it in her bag, and shut down her computer. He saw her drop a twenty onto the table as she stood up. She yelled out "Bye Barbie! Thanks for the waffles!" before she flashed Jake a goodbye smile and headed out the door. When Barbara brought Jake his breakfast, she set it down on the table and then patted his hand gently, "She's back every night boy. Studying up a storm in the back there. Only place the girl gets peace and quiet." Jake looked up and exchanged a knowing look with Barbara. "Thanks Barbie," he smiled. He drunkenly began to stab at his pancakes until he was so full he couldn't eat anymore. He paid his bill and walked outside, deeply inhaling the night air. I'm over it, he thought. Time to find me a new girl. Music & Love Ch. 04 "I saw you park so I started making it already," Jailyn smiled as she pushed the triple café mocha across the table as Lauren breezed through the doorway. Pushing a strand of her chestnut hair behind her ear, she grabbed the towel and starting wiping up the espresso machine. "Ugh, thanks you're saving me" Lauren sighed, dropping her bag on the floor next to the table. She fished a hair-tie out of her purse and slowly started gathering her hair with her hands before tying it in a messy bun. "I've been up all night studying for this damn class and I need some serious caffeine". "I could tell," Jailyn said. "Drink up." Lauren smiled appreciatively at Jailyn as she took another swig of mocha. She had met Jailyn a few years back when she first moved to Santa Monica. She remembered their first meeting distinctly – she had just come in from a long flight and was on her way to a job interview when she drove by the homey coffee shop named "Jailyn's". On a whim, she stopped in for a pick-me-up coffee, met Jailyn, and the two of them had instantly clicked. Jailyn was the owner of the small coffee shop, which she had inherited from her mother when she passed away. At age 26, Jailyn was successful, determined, and had many of the same goals as Lauren did. Lauren skipped the interview and instead picked up a shift working at Jailyn's shop. "I've got to wrap up this class and then I can file for graduation," Lauren sighed. "And then... you're a lawyer!" proclaimed Jailyn. She grabbed her chai tea and set it on the table next to Lauren's mocha. Untying the small black apron wrapped around her waist, she handed it to Lauren, who tied it snugly around her size four waist. Lawyer indeed, thought Lauren. She'd spent her whole life preparing for law. Lauren's father and two older brothers were lawyers and she had constantly been surrounded by politics. It was almost expected of her to become a lawyer as well. When she had graduated from NYU, her father had sat her down and discussed immediately what law school she would be attending. They never had a discussion about whether it was something she wanted; it was more or less expected of her. Not one to be difficult, Lauren enrolled school across the country far from her family. Lauren would be one of the youngest graduates at age 24, having just celebrated her birthday a month prior. With such a grueling class schedule, working at Jailyn's was a perfect fit. Lost in thought, Lauren didn't even hear the buzzer sound or here Matt walk in. "Hey gorgeous," Matt whispered into her ear. Startled, Lauren jumped out of her seat, knocking over her mocha in her haste. "Oh Matt, don't scare me like that!" Matt smirked and held his arm high in the air just in time to catch the towel Jailyn chucked at him. "Didn't realize you didn't hear me come in, darling. What's got you're cute little face all wrinkled?" Lauren sighed as Jailyn answered, "all that law stuff she does." "Ah," Matt nodded knowingly. Matt had watched Lauren work so hard the last few years towards this degree. Her intelligence and persistence amazed him. He was incredibly attracted to her, with her beautiful dark auburn hair that sprawled flawlessly across her shoulders in elegant waves, her expressive deep emerald eyes, her flawless skin and a body that could kill. She was petite at 5'3" and 115 lbs, but her breasts were full and her hips were womanly and curvy. She had a perfect face, with bright wide eyes, a small nose, and full luscious lips. Lauren was a complete knock-out, and yet, it was as if she didn't even know it. She was so laid-back and fun to be around, Matt never felt like he had to work to impress such a beautiful woman. There was an ease about her that made people comfortable. She was one of the hardest working women he had ever met. He met her through Jailyn a few years back and had instantly fallen in love with her. But he knew she didn't feel the same and so instead chose the path of friendship. "Well I just wanted to drop this off for you J – it's the check I owe you for covering me last month. Thanks babe," he leaned over to give Jailyn a kiss on the cheek. "You saved me once again". "Oh shush," giggled Jailyn. She had lent Matt money last month when he had come up short for rent money. Matt was literally living the life of a starving musician, barely scraping by paycheck to paycheck and sometimes he needed help. He always paid her back, and Jailyn had always been there for him. Almost the "mom" of the group, Jailyn was always the person her friends went to for help. She was stable and secure in both her life and her job. "Well I'm out, got practice." Matt waved to the girls as he walked out of the quiet store into the busy street. "I think I'm going to head out too," said Jailyn, grabbing her stuff. "I've got to make a deposit before the bank closes and I'm pretty beat." She pulled out her sunglasses, fumbling with her keys and briefcase. Finally slipping the glasses over her eyes, she looked over her shoulder at Lauren before walking out the door and said "bye darling!" in an Elizabeth Taylor fashion. Lauren giggled. "Bye love, get some rest!" ************************************************* Turning up the Billie Holiday song playing on the café stereo, Lauren began to sing while she wiped down the tables. It was a small enough store that only one person needed to work at a time, but they were always busy. In the heart of Santa Monica, the store backed up to a small beach area covered with palm trees. Inside, the décor was very calming, with light yellows and dark reds flattering the bright sunlight that shone in through the glass windows during the day. The café had high ceilings and a loft designated for children to play while their mothers drank coffee and caught up with friends. The café thrived mainly on its regular, dedicated customers that visited every day. Lauren had grown to love these customers and knew each one by name. She would play with their children when they came in and give them complementary hot chocolates, cold during the summer. Because of the intimate relationship Lauren had with her customers she was never shy about singing or acting silly at work. "Sing a little louder Lauren, you know I love your beautiful voice," Artie called over, one of Lauren's regulars. Artie was a little old man who lived up the street. He loved to talk and so he came down daily to say hi to the girls at the coffee shop. Often he was accompanied by his wife, who said she came along to just make sure he was only getting decaf. "In his old age, he can't be drinking any of that caffeine stuff! He'll keep me up for hours!" she laughed. "Only for you Artie!" Lauren laughed, before belting a measure of I Only Have Eyes For You. "Get me a decaf latte while you serenade me darlin'," Artie sighed blissfully. "How I do love when you sing to me". Lauren winked and turned toward the espresso machine, where she began to measure and tamp the decaf espresso shots she needed for Artie's drink. The door buzzed and Lauren called out "I'll be with you in a minute!" and then went back to singing for Artie. She poured the frothy milk over the espresso into a mug and handed it over to Artie. "Cause I only have eyes for you" she sang as she handed him his drink. A big grin spread on Artie's face as he patted her hand. "You're real keeper darlin'. A real keeper". He stood up and grabbed his jacket, his signal that he was ready to leave. Lauren smiled at Artie and cupped his hand. "Don't know what I'd do without you Artie," she whispered. Turning to the register, she wiped her hands on her apron and looked up, ready to help her next customer. Her mouth went dry as she made eye contact with the man from the night before, Jake Anderson. She listened to his music, but unlike most of his fans, she was attracted to his music because of the melodies and rhythms and genuine musical talent, not because he was a drop-dead gorgeous man. She tilted her head to the side quizzically before asking "Can I get you something, love?" Jake was dumbfounded. He hadn't been able to get the red-haired beauty out of his mind all day. She had possessed his mind – he couldn't even write music. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her beautiful piercing eyes staring back at him sexily. Just thinking of her had made him so hard that he masturbated for the first time in years to alleviate the pressure. Never in a million years did he expect to run into her again, but there she was, the small alluring woman behind the counter. The look on her face matched the way he felt inside. She looked a mixture of confusion and extreme attraction. He realized she had spoken but had been so entranced by her eyes that he had no idea what she asked him. So he thought of the next best thing. "Hi. I'm Jake. I'm thirsty, what can you make." Oh smooth, Jake thought. You're at a café, of course you're thirsty. And she can make it all, that's her job. So lame. Lauren giggled inside as she watched Jake flush in embarrassment. "Hi Jake, I'm Lauren." She extended her hand out to offer a handshake. Jake reached forward and was surprised at the strong grip the little redhead offered. Finally, a decent handshake from a woman, thought Jake. "And I make an incredibly caramel macchiato". Jake smiled and ran a hand through his hair, pulling it off his face. "That sounds wonderful." Lauren nodded and grabbed the whole milk out of the fridge. "So, Jake, aren't you famous? What are you doing in a little café when you could be out with hot celebrities?" Jake smiled at her forwardness. "Looking for some privacy, I suppose. I've been picking quite places to go lately to get away from the world. In fact, I dined at a quiet little place last night too. This isn't the first time we've met, am I right?" "I thought I saw you before. You looked so familiar," Lauren chirped over the loud sounds of the milk steaming. She poured the milk into the cup, poured the espresso and caramel on top, and slid the drink over to Jake. "$3.49," Lauren winked. "Sorry, we don't give rock star discounts here." Jake leaned back and laughed. "You're quite feisty, aren't you? Tell me about yourself Lauren." Lauren felt her heart flutter a little. Calm down girl, thought Lauren. He's a rock star, he's not into you. He's just being friendly. Still, Lauren could feel her palms get a little sweaty. "I would love to Jake but I'm just about to close shop. However, I work tomorrow, same time. Come on by and we can have a chat." Lauren's eyes danced at the thought of Jake coming by again. A little disappointed that they couldn't talk now, but understanding of the work Lauren had to get done, he agreed. "Expect me tomorrow Miss Lauren. I want the same treatment the little old man gets!" Jake smiled broadly, showing his perfectly white straight teeth. ************************************************* By the time Lauren got home that night, she was beat. Closing had been rough because the store had been so busy earlier that she hadn't had a chance to do a lot of prep-closing. The second Lauren unlocked her front door, she bee-lined for her bathroom, took a hot shower, wrapped up in her chenille robe, and curled into her bed. She turned on the news, realized her exhaustion, and turned it back off. With a sigh, she laid back on her pillow and snuggled into her soft down comforter. She untied her robe and threw it on the chair near her bed, letting the softness of her sheets mesh with the softness of her naked body. She awoke a few hours later with an intense throbbing in between her legs. Glancing over at the clock, Lauren saw that she had only been sleeping for a few hours. She had been dreaming that Jake had invited her back to his place after she served his caramel macchiato. The second they had entered his apartment, he pinned Lauren against the wall. Lauren closed her eyes again, letting her mind remember the dream more vividly, while she slipped her hand down and began slowly playing with herself. In her dream, Jake had a soft but demanding touch. He had stripped her of her clothes immediately and his hands seemed to touch everywhere at once. His mouth found her neck and nibbled while his fingers traced her hips. His hand trailed down to her pussy, where he slowly slipped a finger in between the lips. You're so wet baby, he would whisper. Lauren felt herself begin to slip her fingers in and out of her pussy, slick with wetness. Her orgasm came on faster than anything she had felt before. Licking her drenched pussy fingers with her tongue, she thought to herself, I really hope he shows up tomorrow... that was just a dream and it was incredible.