7 comments/ 16175 views/ 5 favorites The Pianist Ch. 01 By: t0nst3rs Okay, so this is my first attempt at into Erotic prose. The first chapter is mostly background and no stroke, but I hope you enjoy. Please send me feedback and let me know what you think. Thanks! * After the day Allie had, she wanted nothing more than a stiff drink. Her boss tore the ad campaign to shreds. She put two months of sweat and sleepless nights into it for him to tear it down in a matter of minutes, the bastard. He basically humiliated her in front of her peers, and she hated him for it. She didn't break in the meeting though, knowing he would relish in her weakness. Luckily, she only had to make it through two more hours, which slowly droned on, as she tried to stay strong and keep the sobs in. Now, as she entered the small piano bar near her apartment in Soho, she just wanted solitude. She sat at a dark table in the corner, and the waitress quickly took her order of a vodka tonic. Allie breathed in a deep sigh. She was growing tired of the daily corporate rat race, even though she'd only been doing it for three years. After graduating with her MBA from NYU, she found employment at her agency through the University's job placement office. Though her initial position was entry level, she had worked hard, and little by little, proved she had what it took to run a major campaign. When Tom told her she would be heading up the new Nature Spring ad campaign, she was shocked and ecstatic. She knew it would mean long hours and a ton of work, but the payoff would be well worth it. She and her team of five had spent many nights at the office until the wee hours of the morning. And now, where was she left? What was the point of it all-it seemed a waste. She didn't even want to return to the office. Was her mother right-should she have just become a teacher, instead of trying to make it in Corporate America? On top of all the time she devoted to the campaign, she'd lost her boyfriend in the process. When the long hours began, Paul's complaining began as well. She was generally unavailable, and when she was, she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep. Since she wasn't at his disposal anymore, and she couldn't dote on him every spare moment she had, he grew antsy, and broke it off. Not that it was a great loss. The sex was mediocre at best-he was like a machine, the same thing EVERY time, and she could only get off on her own, so, like her job, what was the point really? Still, her vibrator wasn't the same as a warm cock between her thighs. Lost in her thought and with her head in her hands, she barely noticed that the waitress had brought her drink over, or the handsome gentleman who sat at the piano and had begun to play. Nic had been playing this gig for about 6 weeks. His band's demo had been picked up by a smaller label, and they were in the process of recording. But, he still needed to pay the bills, and these small club jobs helped out. They also relaxed him. As much as he loved rock and roll and the thrill and adrenaline of being on stage, he also loved jazz, and craved the intimacy and anonymity it allowed. He loved being able to just pound away on the keys, and let his emotion flow through his music. His current job played well, and the place normally filled up later in the evening, but it was still a tad early, and patrons were slowly trickling in. He noticed the woman who had been sitting in the corner over his left shoulder. She had been there since he began his set, her drink untouched and head in her hands. Her long auburn locks hung down, covering her face. He scanned her body. She was curvy, with an ample rack. Her legs were thin and crossed, with her black pump dangling from her left foot. A smile cracked at the corner of his mouth, as he wondered what made this woman so upset. As the music slowly crept into her head, and she began to return to reality. Allie sniffled and wiped the tears that had crept out from the corner of her eyes. Fuck it, she mumbled to herself. She reached for her drink and as she looked up and brought it to her lips, she was met with a pair of steely gray eyes, that although friendly, seems to pierce through her. The Pianist Ch. 02 Allie felt a sharp intake of breath as she stared back. Her focus shifted from the eyes to the olive skin that surrounded them, the strong jaw line, jet black hair that was pulled back in a ponytail, and the slight smirk emanating from the corner of his lips. Wow was the only thought that invaded her brain, until she slowly realized that she probably looked like utter shit, and quickly glanced away. A flush fell over her cheeks and she rose to go to the bathroom. Nic was blown away when she finally looked up and he was met with eyes the color of jade. She was stunning, even with her tear stained cheeks. Her lips were slightly parted, as she was about to take a drink, and he so wished he was that glass, and he could touch their poutiness. He was captivated by her beauty, but she suddenly looked away, as if he was giving him the silent cold shoulder. Nic laughed to himself, as he knew that once he set his sights on something, he was not so easily dissuaded. He followed her with his eyes as she walked to the bathroom with the grace of a dancer. He ended his song, and slowly rose to follow her. Allie looked in the mirror and just closed her eyes. The hunky piano player happened to glance in her direction and she almost fell all over herself. She was losing it today. She attempted to salvage what makeup she still had on, and fluffed her hair. Who was she kidding? The last thing she needed was some wham, bam, thank you m'am fuck from some piano player. She needed to just go home, and run a hot bath, crawl in her bed, and sleep and that was exactly what she intended to do. She gathered her purse, flung the door open, and smacked right back into those eyes, and the hard chest that accompanied them. "Whoa, going somewhere," he said, as he gripped her arm to steady her. An electrical current emanated from where his hand was grasping her arm, and went straight to her pussy. She looked at where his hand was on her arm, and back to his face. "Uh-um, yeah, home." His eyes narrowed. "Now why would you want to do that?" Taken aback by the sudden Q and A, and just overwhelmed with the day she'd had, she snapped, "Because I live there, because it's a fucking free country, and because I have had the day from hell, and I don't need you giving me the third degree Rico Suave. Now, if you'd unhand me, I can be on my way." Nic's right eyebrow rose as he looked down at her face, now seething and more beautiful if possible. "Relax, sweetheart, I saw that you were upset before, and was just coming to see if you were okay." "Well, thanks for your concern buddy, but I'm fine. Now excuse me please" He lifted his hand from her arm, "Gladly, have a nice night, and its Nic, not Buddy" She stalked up the hallway past him, without as much as another word or a glance back, and headed towards the door, leaving Nic in front of the ladies room. Nic just smiled and shook his head, thinking of the old nice guys finish last cliché. He went back to his piano and began his next set. Allie slammed the front door of her apartment so hard, her cat, Storm, jumped. She dropped her purse by the door, kicked her shoes off, leaned back against the door, and sighed. I just need this day to end she thought. She pushed herself off the front door, and walked to the bathroom, where she began to fill the tub with almost scalding water. She liked her baths she way she liked her men-the hotter the better! Allie stripped down and poured a cap full of bubble bath in, before she slid in. Finally, the solitude she was craving. She slid her head back against the tub and closed her eyes. Why didn't she just come home in the first place, instead of going to the bar? Normally she enjoyed the place. The music was always good, it was quieter than some of the places in the area, and you could go there, have a drink, and a pleasant conversation. Instead, tonight she bawled her eyes out, and then was mauled by the entertainment. Okay, so he didn't maul her, he actually did seem concerned, but he had no right to put his hands on her. But, she didn't have to snap at him-she wasn't a shrew and she came off that way. Nic...Nic was a nice name. But, he's a musician. Suddenly, she felt like she was in one of those cartoons with the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other, waging a war back in forth in her mind. Why was she even thinking about this? She had bigger problems to deal with at work, and no time to worry about a musician and one touch. But that touch was electric, and the proof was in the damp spot on her panties that were lying on the floor next to her. The Pianist Ch. 03 Allie jumped slightly and felt a sharp intake of breath as she heard his voice. She turned slowly with a smile and said "As a matter of fact, I am...you." "Really, to what do I owe the pleasure?" "Actually, I came to apologize for my behavior yesterday." "Well then, you can start by buying me a drink. Shall we?" Nic offered his arm, and Allie surprised herself when she readily accepted. Nic led Allie to an open table towards the back where the music wasn't as loud, and he ordered them a round. He turned back to her and teasingly said "So, you said that you came here to beg and grovel for my forgiveness," flashing her a smile that could have been in a Crest commercial. "Well, I didn't exactly say I was going to grovel, but I did want to apologize. I had a bad day at work, and should've just gone home." She looked down and began twisting the napkin on the table. "When you approached me, I guess I just jumped on you because you were there." Allie looked back up at Nic, and back into those piercing gray eyes, and lost all further thought. "I've been there. I just saw you crying, and wanted to make sure you were okay or see if there was anything I could do." "Well, thanks, I appreciate that, but it's just work stuff, nothing you need to worry about." "And what exactly is this work stuff that you do?" "I'm in advertising. I was working on an account, and my boss tore the whole campaign to shreds, so it was just a lot of pent up frustration." They continued their friendly chit chat. They talked about their childhood, families, jobs-the basic first date topics. The conversation flowed easy and light. After about an hour, Allie suggested that she not keep him any longer, since it was his night off, and she had to work in the morning. The music was still playing, a slow, seductive tenor sax. Nic decided to take advantage of the moment. "Well, you can't leave yet, because I haven't forgiven you yet." "What do you mean; you said I had to buy you a drink?" She looked at him warily. "No, I said you could start by buying me a drink." He rose, offered his hand to her, and with that sexy smile said "To continue with your penance, you have to dance with me." "D-dance," Allie stammered. "Yeah, dance," as he pulled her to her feet. He walked her towards the small dance floor in front of the stage, and pulled her close. Nic placed his hands on her waist, holding her loosely, at first. She felt that electric jolt again when he touched her. She placed her arms on his shoulders, and they slowly began to sway to the music. She smiled softly, and felt her lips sort of tremble, which she was sure, was from his touch igniting all her nerve endings on fire. Nic circled his arms around her back and pulled her in tighter. Allie's breath sucked in as her breasts rubbed against Nic's chest. He was harder than she had imagined he would be an athletic, sculpted feel. Then, she made a treacherous mistake. She looked directly in his eyes, and saw smoldering heat. Her mind became cloudy and blank. She could no longer hear the music-all she saw was his eyes. She finally broke the gaze, and placed her head on his shoulder, but that did not break the spell. Nic loved the feel of her body molded against his. It was as if they were made for each other. The scent of her shampoo was wafting over him, and he leaned in closer to get a better whiff. Then, Nic turned his head towards hers, his warm breath on her ear, and asked her to dinner. Allie's breathing still shallow, her mouth dry, and all her senses on overload, she just nodded her reply of yes. They stayed molded together until the music ended, and he slowly released her. Without looking him directly in the face, Allie managed to choke out "I'd better get going." Nic walked her back to the table to get her purse. They exchanged numbers and he walked her outside. "Can I get you a cab?" He asked, ever the gentleman. "No, actually, I live right around the corner." "Oh, well, can I walk you home then?" "Uh, yeah, sure," she replied, still unable to meet his eyes. They slowly walked in silence to her building. She was half in the door when he asked her if Sunday was okay for dinner, since he worked Friday and Saturday. Again she just nodded her reply. "Is everything okay, you've gotten awful quiet?" "Hmm, no, I mean its fine. I guess I'm just tired," she lied. She was still deeply affected by that dance, and not so sure that having dinner with this man was in her best interest. "Okay, well then sweet dreams,", and then he leaned in and just barely brushed his lips against hers, soft flesh on flesh. Allie felt as if her knees were going to buckle, as she leaned against the ajar door for support. And then, Nic smiled, and turned away, leaving Allie standing in the doorway, unable to move. The Pianist Ch. 04 The following days flew by for Allie. She was consumed with trying to rework the Nature Spring campaign, and she was teetering dangerously close to the brink of exhaustion. Nic had barely crosses her mind until he called her Saturday night to confirm their dinner date. He hadn't told her where they were going, only that she just need to dress casually, and he would pick her up at 5:30. That night, when she was finally able to lay back and think, she kept thinking about the softness of Nic's lips, and how she would relish in the feel of them all over her body. The dance and kiss had her feeling an excitement she had never known before, and while it alarmed her to a degree, she kept telling herself she was not going to overanalyze it. She always analyzed everything to death, and this time, she was just going to give in and see what happens. During this conversation in her head, her hand had absently fallen down to her right breast, and she lightly began stroking her right nipple in a circular motion through her shirt. Allie closed her eyes and fell into a deep and well deserved sleep, a smile plastered across her face. The Pianist Ch. 05-06 Chapter 5 Allie and Nic sat down to a dinner of salad and chicken marsala over angel hair pasta. Allie was indeed impressed with Nic's culinary skills, as well as his ability to pair the wine with the meal. It was meals like this that made her happy that she wasn't one of those girls who went out on dates and either date salad or just picked at their food and pushed it around their plate. Since he cooked, she offered to help clean up, and began clearing the dishes off the table and bringing them into the kitchen. Since she was washing, Nic offered to help her dry, and they quickly banged out the task. They then returned to the living room area, and sat on the couch with their wine. Nic had put some 1940's jazz on before dinner, and it quietly played in the background. Allie wanted to know more about his career, so he told her about the various bands he had played in since he was a kid. He had been with his current band, Breakaway, for three years, as their lead singer and guitarist. He told her about the recording process, and how if all went well, there was a possibility they may do some touring this summer. "Will you play something for me and sing to me?" she asked coyly. "Sure," He stood and took both her hands in his, leading her to the piano. She sat on the bench with him. Allie put one leg up on the bench and turned to face him. Nic started playing the keys, and Allie watched his fingers move across the ivories. He played with a grace and skill of a seasoned veteran. As she watched him, she wished she were the keys he so elegantly played. She suddenly wanted his fingers splayed all over her body. And, then he looked towards her and began to sing: Allie was just mesmerized. His voice was smooth and soothing. She had closed her eyes and just gotten lost in it. Music had always been an outlet for her, a release. She could blast her stereo and let all the tension drain away, but as soothing as his voice was, Nic had caused a world full or sexual tension for her, and she was fighting to keep control, unconsciously gripping the piano bench so tight that her knuckles were turning white. She hadn't even realized when Nic stopped playing. "Al...Allie?" "Hmmm..." she replied as she slowly opened her eyes, as if she had just awoken from a long nap. "Are you there?" Nic looked at her questioningly. "Hmmm, yeah, no, I'm here, I was just absorbed in it, that's all. That was beautiful" "Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, as he placed his hand on hers and locked their fingers together. His touch provoked the tension she was already feeling, as their eyes met, and she was done for. Slowly their faces inched toward one another until their lips just barely brushed once, twice, until she took the kiss deeper. Her tongue probed Nic's mouth, and he graciously opened to accommodate her demand. His hands slid up to her neck, entangling his fingers in her long, auburn hair, to bring her even closer to him. Allie slid her hands up his hard chest to his shoulders, as she wound her arms around his neck, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. After a few moments, she rose to her knees on the bench, and straddled him, never breaking their kiss. Nic moaned into her mouth. He was turned on before, but to now having her in his lap, pressing into his hardening dick, and pinned between himself and the piano, brought on a deeper yearning. His thoughts went back to his cock, and the thin material of her sundress and the denim of his jeans being the only things separating him from her pussy. He moaned again and pushed her back against the piano, forcing her to arch her back. He began alternating kisses and licks down her neck to her collarbone. Allie was in complete and total ecstasy. He was a phenomenal kisser, but the feel of his hot tongue on her skin had her getting damper by the moment. She moaned as he went across her collarbone, back up her neck, and began to nibble on her ear. He then slid his hands down to her breasts, and gently began kneading them, applying the slightest pressure to her nipples. "Oh my god, that feels fantastic she said, as she leaned back against the piano further, arching her back even more, and jutting her breasts out farther into his hands. She then locked her legs around his waist for added leverage, and tightened her grip on his hair. Nic ran his hands down her sides and under her to cup her ass. He rose from the bench, with Allie firmly locked around his waist, and walked her to the couch. He broke the kiss as he placed her gently on the couch, her hair disheveled from his hands, and her lips swollen from his mouth. She began to undo the buttons on his shirt, and frantically tugged it free from his jeans. Allie then pulled him down so he was kneeling over her, and began running her tongue across his tanned chest and sculpted abs. She stopped at his right nipple, sucking it and gently biting him. Nic growled in his throat, and grew even harder. He leaned into her, and went back to work on her neck and ear. Allie stripped his shirt from his strong shoulders, and let it slide to the ground. She ran her hands all over his back, digging her nails into his back muscles. She then gently raked them from his back to his abs, and found his belt buckle. As Allie began undoing Nic's belt, he was suddenly brought back to reality. Whoa, he thought. I really like this girl, I don't want this to be some onetime thing, and I don't wanna fuck this up. He pulled back from Allie, and sat up, his hands going to hers at his waist and removing them from his belt. He placed them back into her lap, and stood up from the couch. "What's wrong?" she asked, out of breath. Nic ran his hand through his hair. "We can't do this." Allie was confused at this point. "Why not?" He looked down at her on his couch, in all her beauty, just waiting to be taken. And, he went back to his earlier thought about how he was already falling in love with her. "We just can't," he replied. He reached down for his shirt, and looked at her, seeing the uncertainty on her face. "Why don't you get your things, and I'll drive you home." Allie felt as if she was just punched in the gut. Two seconds ago, they were all over each other, and now, he wanted her to leave. She shook her head, and looked at him, as he stood there, buttoning up his shirt. She rose from the couch, straightened out her dress, slipped her shoes, back on, and said, "Don't bother." Nic was now the one to look stunned. "What do you mean 'don't bother'?" "I said don't bother. I don't know what your deal was Mr. Musician Man with this whole dinner seduction act you worked out, but I don't handle rejection too keenly. I'm sorry if I'm not up to the standards of your groupies or the myriads of women you must fuck!" She then grabbed her purse and began heading towards the door. "Allison, wait!" "No, Nic, I told myself this was a bad idea to begin with. I was right. Goodbye!" She opened the door, and then slammed it shut, leaving Nic standing in his living room, wondering what the fuck just happened. Chapter 6 888888888888888888888888888888 What the fuck? Nic knew he would be torturing himself by having a severe case of blue balls, but he never thought he'd get a reaction from her like that. He was flabbergasted. He sat down on the couch, wondering where he went wrong, and then called the one person whose opinion he trusted, especially when it came to women-his mother. "Hi Mom. I need your help." Nic then went on to explain the whole ordeal, minus the explicit details, from the first night, since he hadn't told his mother about Allie yet. She listened silently while he talked, and when he finished said, "Honey, you know I love you right?" "Of course Mom." "Ok, so then know it's with love when I tell you that you're a fucking idiot." "MOM! How am I wrong? I didn't storm out of here. I was trying to be a decent guy. I really, really like her." "Honey, you should know that the girl always sets the pace of the relationship. From what you've told me, she sounds like a very nice girl with a good head on her shoulders, who wasn't going to do anything she didn't want to or wasn't ready to. I'm not saying you should have fucked her, I'm just saying that I think the way you pulled back from her probably left her feeling cast off. You set up this whole evening, and then you stop mid way through. She probably thinks you're the typical musician who's banged everything he sees. She probably felt inadequate and lacking in some way." "So I fucked up, huh?" "Yes my boy, you did. So, what are you going to do about it?" "Thanks Mom, I love you." "Love you too, Nic, Goodnight." ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** Allie made it into her apartment and slammed the door. She leaned back against it, and started crying. What did she do wrong? Maybe her mechanical ex was a result of her inexperience and inability. Was she a bad kisser? All these thoughts ran through her head as she walked tears flowing to her bedroom. She stripped off her sundress, and threw on an old pair of boxers and a t-shirt. She messily pulled her hair back, and went into the bathroom to wash her running mascara off her face. She then came out and plopped down in front of the television. Desperate Housewives was on. Great she thought, I won't ever get to be a housewife, I'll just be desperate. She started crying again. Normally she wasn't that upset when relationships ended, and here she didn't even have a relationship with his guy, he just had heat-lusty, sexy as hell, heat. Or, had it been more? Nic seemed to captivate her, and entrance her soul the way nobody else ever had, and she had barely known him. She felt such a connection to him. She was by no means a slut or promiscuous, but after that intense make out session they'd had, she was fully prepared to sleep with him. Could she have been confusing what she thought to be lust with actual love? A knock at the door brought her out of her thoughts. It was probably her friend, Jeannette, who lived in the building. They would often watch TV. together, and just hang out. She trudged over to the door, which lacked a peephole, unlocked and opened it to find Nic standing on the other side. He saw her tear streaked face and puffy eyes, and his heart broke. "Hey." Kind of at a loss for words, all he could think to say was "You forgot your flowers," as he then attempted to hand her the bouquet. "Haven't you tortured and humiliated me enough for one evening?" "I'm sorry. Can I come in and explain?" "No that's okay. I get it. Bye," she said as she began to close the door on him. Nic suck his arm out and placed himself between the door and wall, making her unable to shut him out. "No, you don't get it; you've got it all wrong. Can I please come in?" he asked, his eyes pleading with her. "Fine," she turned away from the door, and walked back to the couch, sitting down Indian style with her arms across her chest. "Well?" He kneeled down in front of her, placing the flowers on the coffee table. "Listen, I get why you were so upset, but I wasn't rejecting you. I was just trying to slow things down." She went to speak, but just got out a muffle, as his hand closed over her mouth. Allie stared at him through narrowed eyes. "Can I finish before you tar and feather me?" She slowly nodded and he removed his hand. "After you left, I called my mom." "Your Mom!" she cut him off. "You told your mother about this!" "Uh, yeah, I needed a female perspective. Now, let me finish." "I can't believe you told your mother how you humiliated me. Of all the asinine things, I've ever heard," Allie was cut off as Nic grabbed her by the arms and smashed his mouth against hers. She tried to push him away but he was too strong for her, and he held her against him, until she eased a bit, and returned the kiss. Nic pulled away when they were both breathless. "Now, listen to me! I called my mom because she knows me best, and to get her take on things. She told me why you probably felt like you did. You need to know that I'm not some guy who does everything that moves. Yes, I'm a musician, and yes I've had plenty of sex, but I'm past that. I want a meaningful relationship, and I want it with you because I'm falling in love with you. I pushed you away tonight because I was afraid that if I rushed things, I was gonna fuck it up. You are perfect and beautiful and wonderful, and I'm an asshole." Allie thought her heart was going to stop when he said that he was falling in love with her, and after that she couldn't really focus on anything else. She just stared at him, mouth agape. "Are you gonna say something?" he asked concerned. "Y-you're falling in love with me?" Nic smiled, and brushed her hair back off her forehead. "Yea, I guess I am. Why, don't you find me irresistible?" he laughed. "Well, yeah, but we barely know each other, we can't be in love." "We?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow. "I said 'I', I never said we. Is there something you're trying to tell me here, Allie?" She once again stared deep into those gray eyes that hypnotized her core. She cracked a smile. "Yeah, I guess I am. I think I'm falling in love with you too." "Thank god woman, you're killing me here," Nic replied as he embraced her. He gently cupped her cheeks in his palms, and kissed her, not with passion or lust, but with love. He then slipped off his jacket and shoes, and slid behind her on the couch, as they lay down together, with Allie wrapped in his arms. Together, they drifted off into a contented sleep. The Pianist Ch. 07 Nic didn't realize he had fallen asleep on Allie's couch. He awoke around 12:30, still holding her. He was in a state of utter euphoria just holding her, but knew she had to work in the morning, and all good things must come to an end. He proceeded to gently wake her by kissing her neck, so she could move to her bed. "Mmmm, that's a nice way to wake up. What time is it?" "It's 12:30. You need to go to bed baby, and I should take off. C'mon, I'll tuck you in." Nic climbed over her and slowly helped her up from the couch. He wrapped his arms around her waist and let her lead him to her bedroom, kind of waddling along behind her. She sat down on her unmade bed grabbed both his hands, and smiled up at him. "Thank you. Thank you for dinner and everything tonight. It was wonderful...with exception to my psychotic episode, of course." Nic laughed and squatted down in front of her, "You're welcome...and you're not psychotic, you're beautiful," he said as he pushed a strand of her hair back that had fallen in front of her eyes. He pressed a light kiss to her nose. "C'mon now, bedtime." Nic lifted the covers for Allie, and she lay down in her bed. He brought them up to her neck. "Sweet dreams honey, I'll call you tomorrow," he brushed her hair back again and placed a soft kiss on her lips, letting his hand linger on her cheek. He rose and walked towards her bedroom door, turned and smiled at her again, then went back to the living room to retrieve his jacket and shoes. Allie rolled on her back, and smiled the smile of someone with a contented heart. This guy was amazing, she thought. He was loving, caring, gentle, rugged, tough, sensual, sexy, and talented all rolled into one. And, he wanted to be with her. He wanted her so badly that he was afraid he'd scare her off, and respected her enough to put her feelings first. She had never met a man like him before, and decided it was time she finally let her guard down, let go of her insecurities, and just let herself see where this was going to take her. She threw back the covers; she knew what she wanted to do, and more importantly, what she needed to do. He was just opening the door when she entered the living room. "Nic, wait" He turned slightly, surprised the she was out of bed, and closed the door. "What's the matter, baby?" She slowly walked over to him, looking down at first, but then meeting his eyes. The gray of his eyes leading was her feet to him, step by step. When she reached him, she ran her hands up his chest, to his shoulders, pushing the jacket down his arms. She left the jacket halfway down his arms, essentially locking him in it, pushed him back against the door, and pressed herself against him, smashing her breasts against his chest. "I came to a decision. I want you to stay with me tonight, and I'm not gonna take no for an answer. Nic was a bit overwhelmed and shocked by her forcefulness, not at all expecting this turn of events, but tremendously turned on nonetheless. He was still a bit shocked, leaning against the door, with his mouth agape, as Allie started unbuttoning his shirt, her eyes still locked on his. "Okay, not that I'm not enjoying you accosting me right now, but we don't have to do this tonight babe. I don't want to rush-" Allie cut him off, "I know you don't want to rush things or me, and you're not. If I thought we were rushing, I wouldn't be dragging you back to my bed right now." Allie finished pulling his shirt out of his pants, leaned in towards his ear and whispered, "And trust me, we're not gonna rush, because I'm calling out of work tomorrow." Allie stood back, gave him and wink, and grabbed the top of his jeans behind his belt buckle. Nic's heart had begun pounding, desire coursing through his body. He felt a jolt when she placed her hand inside his waistband, his erection growing in an attempt to meet her hand. Allie began walking backwards to her bedroom, leading Nic back through the apartment by his pants. Nic shrugged his jacket off his arms, letting it fall in a heap to the floor. He could not believe this woman invoked such desire in him, and that he was going to get to spend the night and day in her arms and in her bed. "I hope you enjoyed that nap you took, because you are not getting any sleep tonight," he said smiling. "Is that a promise?" Allie asked, beaming. Nic's answer was to reach down and grab her from behind both knees, lifting her up so he could carry her, making Allie squeal in the process. She wrapped her legs around his waist, which pushed her breasts up, level with his face. Nic paused before entering her bedroom, and pressed her against the wall, in turn pressing his cock into her crotch. Allie gasped when he gently bit her hard nipple through her shirt. He looked up into her eyes, his set in seriousness, and declared "By the time this night is over, I'm going to make you scream my name and cum harder than you ever have before." With that, he gave Allie another thrust against the wall, grinding his clothed prick into her mound again. Allie moaned her delight and threw her head back against the wall, before Nic resumed their walk into her bedroom. ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** Nic gently placed her on the bed and climbed over her, straddling her hips. He grasped her wrists and placed them above her head, leaning down to slowly kiss her. He began gently licking and nipping at her lips. Allie raised her head to meet him but when she tried to take the kiss deeper, he pulled back and smiled. He continued to tease her viciously-every time she tried to take more than he was willing to give her, he would just pull back. It was almost like a silent reprimand. Allie began to frustrate easily at this game. Her arms were pinned above her head, and since he was straddling her, she couldn't move her legs around, except for to raise her knees, and use her feet against the bed to push her pelvis up into Nic's. He groaned as she repeated tried to rub her pussy against his cock. Nic knew she was not going to be easily deterred, so he slid farther down her body, putting more of his weight on her legs. He then grabbed both her wrists in his left hand, and balancing on his right elbow, used his right hand to lift her shirt up. Allie had already taken her bra off when she changed from their date, so it was one less restriction Nic needed to contend with. Nic got his first glance at her full breasts in the flesh, and was impressed with their size and firmness. He began running his fingertips around her breasts, moving inwards to her nipples very lightly and slowly. Allie sharply sucked in her breath, and Nic looked up to see her face, her eyes heavy-lidded. Afraid she was getting too comfortable, Nic lowered his mouth to her right breast and began gently bit her nipple. Allie gasped and her eyes opened wide. Nic then began to lick and suck the hard nub, while he rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. Allie moaned her approval. Nic had her on fire as he ravished her body, but she couldn't move and wanted to touch him as well. Nic lifted her off the bed to remove her shirt. Nic didn't have time to react, as she used this as her opportunity to gain the upper hand, and launched herself on top of him. She smashed her breasts into his chest, and began probing his mouth with her tongue, her hands tangled in his onyx hair. She began to slither down his body, running her tongue down his chest, to his abs. She reached his pants and began to undo his belt and jeans. Nic locked his arms behind his head, as he watched her take control. She pulled his jeans and boxers down together, and his cock sprang free. Allie's eyes almost bugged out of her head. The shaft was about eight inches long, and he was massively thick to boot. She unconsciously licked her lips as she grasped the base, Nic closed his eyes and groaned. Allie ran her hand up his shaft to the pre-cum soaked tip. She rubbed her thumb around it in a circular motion, spreading the juices across the head. Allie leaned down and licked the head. His cum tasted sweeter than others she had tasted in the past. Normally she wasn't a fan of the taste of spunk, but like everything else about him, it was perfect and delicious. She rolled her tongue around his head, eliciting another moan from Nic. She took him as deep as she could-about six inches, and methodically ran her lips and tongue up and down his shaft. Nic had entangled his hands in Allie's hair as she blew him. He didn't try and shove his cock down her throat, but held her down there, and that was all the encouragement Allie needed. She sped up, licking the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft, and she cupped his balls, rolling them in her hands. She felt them begin to tighten, and shortly thereafter, Nic growled and shot his substantial load into her welcoming mouth and throat. Nic attempted to get his breathing under control. Allie had just given him a blowjob that paralyzed him down to his toes. He pulled her up his body by her arms and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. He wrapped his arms around her frame, holding her tightly against his chest. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he kneaded his hands into her lower back, and gazed lovingly into her eyes. A smile came across his lips. "I think I owe you now, Civetta." She raised her head from his chest and folded her arms underneath her chin, "What's a Civetta?" "It's my new name for you, it means minx in Italian, because you are naughty and crazy and wild, and I love it," he closed his eyes and just held tightly against his chest. She smiled up at him, "Hey sleepyhead, weren't you just saying something about owing me?" "Oh yea, and I always pay back on my debts...with interest." Nic then rolled them over so he was now on top. He began by running kisses from her ear, down her throat, and past her collarbone, stopping at her breasts. He once again attacked them with a voracious hunger. Allie wrapped her arms around his shoulders, dragging her nails into his back, but he soon moved down lower, running his tongue down her stomach. Nic hooked his thumbs in the sides of her shorts, and yanked them down, leaving them dangling off her left foot. He gently spread her legs, and could see the wetness that had formed on her lips. He breathed in her scent, and began probing at her lips with his index finger. It gently slid between and inside her warm tunnel. Allie moaned and arched her back up, bringing him in deeper. He did and slowly added a second digit, gently finger fucking her. Nic brought himself closer to her pussy, and gently flicked her protruding clit with his tongue. He curved his fingers towards her g-spot and found the spongy flesh, settling into a nice rhythm. Allie's chest was rising and falling with greater speed. Nic looked up to find her flailing her head back and forth, with her eyes closed, biting her lower lip. Allie was on the brink of orgasm, when Nic began sucking on her clit with reckless abandon. She grasped the sheets, trying to keep some power over her body, as she thrust her pelvis up to meet his face. She cried out in triumph, as her orgasm hit, and she lost all control. Nic felt her orgasm, and moved his tongue to her hole to begin lapping up her juices. He tried to prolong her orgasm by tongue fucking her, and was successful in bringing her up again, although lacking the force of her first orgasm. Allie felt spent and they hadn't even fucked yet. But, she didn't care; she was riding a wave of pleasure and wanted it to never stop. Nic crawled back up her body, only to stop when his hard cock rubbed against her opening. He just held himself there, teasing her, gently rubbing himself against her clit. "Nic stop, I need to feel you in me...please," Allie's voice raspy as she was pleaded with him to fuck her. He kissed her and gently slid about half of himself into her. "Allie open your eyes," she complied, albeit slowly. Nic kissed her softly again, with love. "Keep them open, I want you to see me make love to you." Allie just slowly nodded, as Nic began a slow steady rhythm, allowing her to get accustomed to his size. She wasn't overly tight, thankfully; otherwise he probably would have hurt her. Once he bottomed out in her, he withdrew all but the tip of his head out and slowly thrust back into her. Allie dug her nails into his back and lifted her pelvis towards him, trying to draw him in even deeper. Nic slowly dragged his cock in and out of Allie, driving them both wild with the slow torture of pleasure. He rode her slowly, their eyes locked on one another, their sweat and breath mingling together. Allie, still tender from her earlier orgasms came hard, her eyes glassy. Nic fervently attacked her mouth, their eyes both still open and locked upon one another. He wanted Allie in a constant state of bliss, and hurriedly sped up and shortened his strokes, the new stimulation assailing her clit. Her muscles clenched down on him, and she came again, this time screaming his name, unable to keep her eyes open as astonishment gushed through her nerve endings all throughout her body. Nic rolled her over on top of him, their bodies never separating. She just clung to him, her arms tightly wound around his neck. Allie could not believe she had cum three times already, and he was still going. Nic stroked his fingertips up and down her back. Allie's body was on fire everyplace his flesh made contact with hers. Nic slid his hands down to cup her ass and pulled her into him, grinding her into his pubic bone, and making her moan into his neck. "No rest for the weary, huh," she whispered hoarsely into his neck. He laughed. "Hey, you were the one who said we were gonna go at it all night. Are you regretting your decision?" "Noooo," she whimpered. "I guess I'm just outta practice here." "Don't worry baby, I'll get you back in shape," Nic retorted, as he thrust his hips up off the bed. Allie bit down on his shoulder, a weak response to the blissful torture he was inflicting on her body. Nic locked his hands behind her knees, and used his ab muscles to pull himself to a sitting position, essentially drawing himself even deeper in her. She rode him gently at first, lazily almost, trying to get used to his size from his position, and trying to get her energy back. He filled her so completely. Nic began playing with her nipples again, gently twisting them, as she rode him. She threw her head back and quickened the pace, slamming down on him harder and harder. He leaned down to lick each one once, then wound his arms tightly around her, using his chest to stimulate hers. Allie moaned, she didn't know how much more of this ecstasy she could take, and wanted him to cum with her. She left her right arm wrapped around his neck, and used her left hand to reach back and cup his balls, gently squeezing them. Nic reached a hand down between them and furiously began rubbing her clit. Allie screamed his name out, cumming for a fourth time, a record for her. As her muscles began their convulsions, Nic could no longer hold back, and he emptied himself inside of her. They clung to each other, a tangled mass of limbs and sweat, both panting in an effort to get enough oxygen back into their lungs. Nic slowly lay back down on the bed, pulling Allis down on top of him. Allie lay on his chest, unable to move. Nic just stroked her back until their breathing returned to normal, and his cock began to shrink from her body. "I think if you want me off of you, you're gonna have to move me, because I don't think I can do it by myself." Nic answered her by wrapped his arms tighter around Allie's back. He kissed her temple and they fell asleep together entwined. After all, it was now 6am, and the sun was coming up. The Pianist Ch. 08 Nic woke around noon, the warm summer sun shining down on their bodies through Allie's bedroom window. Allie was still wound around his body, though she had slid over to his right side a bit, her leg thrown across his thighs. His right arm was dead from her laying on it for the past few hours, but it was a small sacrifice as he looked down at the stunning woman draped across him. Allie felt the muscles in his arm flex underneath her as he tried to restore the blood flow to his hand. She slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head too see Nic staring down at her. "Good Morning." "Actually, it's afternoon. Did you sleep well?" "Well considering that you wore me out last night, yeah. Plus, you make a nice pillow. You?" she asked, as she ran her fingertips across his chest. Nic smiled, "You're welcome, and yes, I had a beautiful woman on top of me all night, I couldn't have asked for a better way to sleep." He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. Even though her hair was now matted down from sex and sleep, it still smelled like her shampoo, and Nic greedily breathed in her scent. That scent was all the encouragement his cock needed to spring back to life. Nic rolled Allie over, and began to slowly make love to her again. They spent most of the afternoon and evening tangled in each other's arms, the way they had the previous night. 88888 88888 88888 88888 88888 88888 The next two months flew by. Nic spent mostly every night at her place, the exceptions being the nights they were at his. Nic finished his CD, and the band was playing smaller venues in the tri-state area. He quit his job at the club to do more shows and to spend more time with Allie. With the CD out of the way, he was now able to do session work for other artists during the day, which paid better than the club gigs anyways. Allie had also left her job at the advertising firm. She was able to get an alternate route teaching job, providing she completed the required coursework to obtain her certificate. The pay was nowhere near what she was making before, but she was much happier and not putting any anywhere near as many hours, and getting back nothing in return. At least she would be rewarded by teaching fourth graders. She had been setting up her classroom when the first wave of nausea hit. She quickly rushed to the garbage can and tossed her cookies. Oh God, she thought, I don't need to be sick today-Nic's Mom is coming in from Connecticut tonight to meet me. Luckily the nausea passed, and Allie was able to make the dinner. Nic cooked, of course, and she and his mother got along famously. They made jokes at Nic's expense, ate, and drank. When she excused herself to go to the bathroom, Nic seized his opportunity. "So, Mom, what do you think?" "Honey, she's wonderful. I don't think I've ever seen you this happy." "Well Mom, I've never been this happy. That being said, I want you to be the first to know that I am going to propose to Allie." "Oh honey, that's wonderful," she exclaimed. Nic motioned his hands for her to keep it down. "I'm gonna do it when I take her out to celebrate her first day of school." "Oh Nic, I'm so happy for you." She rose to hug her son, as Allie came out of the bathroom. "Hey lady, I know he was yours first, but he's mine now," she joked. They all laughed. If she only knew... 888888888888888888888888888888 The days of setting up her classroom in preparation for the first day of school continued, as did her nausea which came and went. She presumed it was some sort of virus, but hadn't had the time or desire to go to the doctor's, figuring it would pass. As she rinsed out her mouth in the faculty bathroom, one of her co-workers asked her if she was okay. "Yea, just haven't been able to kick this bug or whatever it is," she told the woman. "Maybe you're pregnant," the woman said before exiting the bathroom. Allie froze as she gazed back at her own reflection. Pregnant? No, she couldn't be, could she? Come to think of it, she hadn't gotten her period, had she? Oh, god, I'm not married. I just met his mother, what will she think? What will Nic say; will he even want a baby? The thoughts racing through her mind made her sick again, and she ran back into the bathroom stall. Nic had a show that night and wouldn't be home until late. She stopped off at a drugstore on the way home and bought a pregnancy test. Once she got home, she just stared at it sitting on the coffee table for the longest time, trying to muster up the nerve to confirm what she already knew. She finally said fuck it and walked to the bathroom. Three minutes later, the little digital display read "Pregnant". Allie cried, though in her confused state of what to do, she did not know if they were tears of happiness or dread. The night progressed and she sat up on the couch, staring off into space, waiting for Nic to get home. The TV was turned on, but she couldn't have told you what was on. She had the test in the pocket of her jeans, and it felt as if it was burning a hole into her skin there, as waited to tell him the news. Around 11:30, she heard the key in the lock. Nic opened the door, and was surprised to see Allie sitting up, still dressed. Normally she waited in bed for him on the nights when he had shows. Even more surprising was that she was still dressed. "Hey baby," he said as he shut the door. "Whatcha doing up?" "I was waiting for you," he leaned down to kiss her and she offered her cheek. "I'm glad you're up, I need to talk to you about something." Nic sat down on the edge of the couch next to her. "My agent was at the show tonight, and he booked us go out and tour with Bon Jovi, to be their opening act." Allie was stunned, she was pregnant, and here he was going to leave her. Instantaneously her wall went up. "Bon Jovi, wow, that's great, a national tour" she said unenthusiastically, as she rose from the couch and walked across the room. Nic knew something was not right. "Babe, what's wrong? I know I'll be away, but this is huge for me. You don't seem happy for me." He began to follow her across the room. "No, Nic, its wonderful news, fantastic for you. I think you should definitely do it. Go, have a good time." "Allison, what's wrong?" He asked emphatically, as he never called her Allison. "No, Nic, it's a great opportunity, and I think it comes at a good time, because I don't think this is working out for me," she said and turned to walk away from him, but he grabbed her arm. "What are you talking about, not working out for you? We love each other. This is for us, Honey. I'm not gonna go out there and bang a bunch of groupies or something, if that's what you're thinking" "No, Nic, I know that you wouldn't do that. But, I don't think this is working. It hasn't been for some time. I think we should go our separate ways." "Al, I don't know why you're upset, but we can fix it. Tell me what's wrong," Nic insisted. "What's wrong is this isn't meant to be." She knew that he was persistent and was not going to let this be unless she turned him off to her completely. "What's wrong is I don't love you. I met someone else, so go on tour, live your dream, and be happy," she said, unable to meet his eyes. "No, no, I don't believe you. I know you love me. I can feel it every time you look at me, every time you touch me." Nic grabbed her by both of her arms, "Look me in the eyes, and tell me that you don't love me," he demanded. She knew she was lying, but composed herself, and looked him dead on. She fought his eyes, fought the spell they normally put her under, and did an Academy Award acting job. "I don't love you. Now, please let go of me and leave." Nic stood there stunned. He didn't see the love and haziness that faded into her eyes when she looked at him. It was gone. It was over. He let go of her, turned, and walked out of her apartment, and her life, without another word. As soon as the door shut, Allie lost it, slinking down against the wall, bawling her eyes out, both hands clutching her stomach, cradling her and Nic's child. 888888888888888888888888888888 Nic went out on tour, heartbroken. He consulted his mother, but she had no idea what happened between them either. What should have been the greatest time of his life, performing for massive crowds in arenas all over the country, he waded through. He did channel his anger and despair into some great songs while on the road, mostly written when he was half in the bag. The cold December air kicked up in the city, and he was wishing he was in some of the warmer climates he had been in while on tour. But, nothing was like New York at Christmas time, and he had missed the city while out on the road. Before heading down to the studio to lay down some of the tracks he wrote, he stopped at a diner just down the block from his apartment for a quick bite to eat. He knew the place well; he and Allie had eaten there many times. He was shocked by what he saw when he opened the door. The Pianist Ch. 09 Nic actually heard her before he saw her. She was laughing with the cashier, and there was no way he could ever forget or mistake that laugh. Her back was facing him, so it wasn't until she picked up her take out off the counter and turned that he saw the bulge. She's fucking pregnant. Very pregnant, he thought his mouth agape. He stood back as she finished talking; she still had not turned around to see him standing there in shock. "So when's your due date?" the cashier asked. "March 16th," Allie replied. March 16th he thought. Nine months before would mean she conceived in June. They were together since mid-June. Could it be his baby? Was Allie having his baby and she wasn't going to tell him? Rage started to boil inside him, and he walked up to stand right behind her, waiting for her to turn around. The cashier stopped speaking, almost as if she was afraid to continue on. She knew Nic, knew that he and Allie used to frequent the dinner, and right now he didn't look happy. Allie wondered why the cashier had suddenly clammed up. And then, a very familiar scent hit her, a scent she knew intimately, a scent that she still loved and got lost in. She closed her eyes, and barely whispered his name, "Nic." She turned, and her stomach bumped into him, as he was dangerously close to her. Still he did not budge. She looked up into his eyes, the gray eyes that once were filled with love, and saw an icy cold stare, filled with rage. It was an expression she had never seen from him before and it terrified her. He grabbed her hand. "Let's go," he said as he began to pull her out of the diner. "Nic," she began to protest. "Don't," he commanded. "We are not doing this here, now let's go before I pick you up and drag you out of here." Nic pulled her down the block to his apartment, not looking back at her. He had a million questions and emotions running through his mind. He let go of her just to unlock the door, and then pulled her inside, slamming the door behind them. Allie jumped. She didn't think he would hurt her, but had never seen him angry, let alone as furious as he was at this time. She cast her eyes down to the ground, knowing the current situation was of her own doing. "Is it mine?" he asked her. She began trying to plead with him, unable to look him in the face, "Nic, I-" He cut her off, "Goddamnit Allie is the baby mine?" "Yes," she mumbled, barely audible. "I can't believe it. I can't believe you never told me. Was that your plan all along? Was I just some stud horse to knock you up?" "No. I tried to tell you, but-" "Really? You did? Because I don't remember you ever approaching the subject with me. I don't remember you ever saying 'Nic, I'm pregnant and it's yours.' Did you know when we were still together?" "I found out the day we broke up," she told him flatly, still unable to look at him. "Then why the fuck didn't you tell me. I can't believe you'd do something so, so-" This time it was Allie's turn to cut him off. She stood up and began yelling back at him. "Well gee, let's see, Mr. Rock and Roller, I was going to tell you, but you came in to my apartment that night telling me that you were leaving me to go on tour. What was I suppose to do Nic-tell you so you could just walk away? What would have been the point?" Nic began to replay the night they broke up in his head, her distance, her coldness. She thought he was abandoning her. "Allie, I wouldn't have left you and the baby. I mean the tour was a temporary thing, not permanent, but if you would have told me, I wouldn't have gone," he said softly. "Yea right Nic, I'm pregnant, just give up your dreams and your career. We'd been dating like what, two and a half months." "Allison, I loved you. I would have stayed. Not a day went by when I was on tour that I didn't think of you. After everything, I still love you...and I think you still love me too." He took a couple steps toward her. "Al, look at me." She continued to look at the ground. He couldn't still love her, he was just trying to be a nice guy and own up to his responsibility. He reached her and cupped her face in his hands, tilting her head up so she had to look him in the eyes. "Tell me that you don't love me," he commanded. Nic's eyes reached down into her soul and found the truth, pulling it from her being, where she tried to bury it those months ago. Allie couldn't take anymore. Her emotions and hormones had been on a roller coaster ride the last three plus months. She broke down and began to cry. "I can't. I can't do this again. I don't have the strength to lie to you again. I do love you. I never stopped." That was all Nic needed to hear. He pulled her close and held onto her, intending on never letting her go. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she bawled. "Shhhh, it's okay baby," Nic held her tighter, stroking his hands up and down her back trying to sooth her. She quieted after a few moments, and he pulled her down onto the couch with him. He wiped the tears from her eyes with thumb, and kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, until he found her lips. He kissed her lightly at first, but quickly took the kiss deeper, probing her mouth with his tongue. Months of want and desire were pent up and needed to be released. The fire was still there for both of them. After a marathon session of make-up sex, Nic and Allie lay in bed together, clung to one another. Nic gently stroked his hand over her belly. Just then, he felt his child kick for the first time. Overwhelmed with emotion, he knew that he never wanted to lose either of them. He rose from the bed and went to his dresser, removing the small box he purchased so many months before. He pulled Allie up to sit on the edge of the bed, and got down on one knee on the floor. "Allison, I love you more than life itself. Will you make me the happiest man alive and do me the honor of becoming my wife, as well as the mother of my child?" Tears rolled down Allie's face as she just nodded her response. He removed the ring from the box, and slid it on her trembling hand, before rising up to embrace her. Epilogue: Nic's loft was a tad bit bigger and cheaper than Allison's apartment, so they moved her stuff into his place. Well, Nic moved it; Allie was too pregnant to do anything and just watched. Allison and Nic were married in a small ceremony and reception on Valentine's Day in the club where they met all those months before. Though she was very pregnant, she insisted they be married before the baby was born. The glow of pregnancy reflected in her happiness on this momentous day, and she was a beautiful bride. Mom and Dad welcomed Baby Alexandra Marie Marchetti into the world on March 17th. She weighed 7lbs. 7 oz...