Chapter 22

Posting may be a little slower the next couple of weeks.  With work load and the holidays, I'm not going to have as much time to write.  Please don't take it for a lack of interest in the story.  I have lots of stuff planned out, I just need the time to get it typed.  As always, thanks so much for reading!!! :o)

The rest of Allegra’s day was consumed with fan club operations, as Matt finished explaining all the details and familiarizing her with the various tasks that had to be completed.  By the time she got back to the hotel, she was exhausted, and had somehow managed to miss breakfast, lunch and dinner.   Food could wait just a bit longer, but she couldn’t go another minute without a hot shower.

The bathroom was working up a good steam, when a knock came at the door.   She slipped on her robe and checked the peephole, discovering that it was David.  She’d forgotten that he would be back for a computer lesson, or at the very least, his laptop.  Hopeful that he was just coming for his computer, she opened the door with a tired smile.

“Hello, little sister,”  he greeted her.

“Hi there.  What’s up?”

“Computer tutor at your service.”

She groaned.  “David, I’m exhausted.  It’s been a really long day.  I just want a hot shower and some food.”

He made his way around her and into the room.  “Ah yes, you say that now, but once you have those things, you’ll be bored.  Trust me on this.”

The door closed, and she faced him, hands on hips.  “Highly doubtful.  But, please, come in.  Make yourself comfortable.” 

He nudged her in the direction of the bathroom.  “Go get your shower.  While you’re in there I’ll get the food.  Then you’ll see.”

“You know what?  My shower is calling.  I’m tired enough that I don’t care whether you’re here or not when I’m finished.  Knock yourself out.” 

“Feelin’ the love here, Legs.  Feelin’ the love!”  he called after her as the bathroom door clicked shut. 

Laughing to herself, Allegra hung her robe from the hook on the bathroom door and stepped under the shower’s spray.  The water was deliciously hot and steamy.  Its steady pressure on her trapezius muscles caused the knots to loosen, reminding her of Richie’s hands there earlier today.  It was incredible how he had known just what touch would calm her.  The benefit of a thousand lovers, she supposed, and told herself she didn’t care.  But she couldn’t help but wonder…  If he could soothe her anger that easily, what else could his effortless touch do?   

As a woman approaching her forties, her hormones were raging, and she didn’t know if her abstinence made it more intense or not.  She just knew that at odd moments, she’d find herself studying Richie’s full lips or strong neck with fascination.  Especially now that she’d tasted both.  She moaned lightly the recollection his skin against her tongue and the sweet flavor that it carried.

The water was getting a little too hot, and she moved to adjust the temperature just a bit.  She could feel the flush of her face moving all the way down her body as a result of the steamy cocoon the bathroom had become. 

Reaching for the bottle of berry scented shower gel, she squirted a dollop onto the mesh pouf and worked it into a lather.  She moved the pouf methodically across her arms and torso, the rasp of the mesh netting over her body more noticeable than usual, and her breath caught.  The rotation over her breasts made the nipples stand at attention.  She carefully cleansed each one, enjoying the scraping sensation so much that she replaced the pouf with her thumbnail, scratching across one of the nubs.  The jolt of pleasure went much further than her breast, and her thighs trembled slightly at the throbbing sensation between them.

She spent several more minutes thoroughly soaping the rest of her body, all the while haunted by the image of Richie’s strong guitarist fingers.  The vision of their calloused tips replaced the reality of an inexpensive shower accessory.  It was his fingers stroking the lather up her inner thigh.   His fingers that answered the throbbing demand for attention. 

The ache was becoming unbearable.  She had to do something to ease it.   Allegra whimpered with the realization that she was going to do something she hadn’t done since her teenage years.  The pouf dropped to the floor of the shower with a quiet plop.

My God it feels so good, she thought, fingers sliding into her wet folds.  Her middle finger found that amazing little bundle of nerves and she gasped with pleasure.  Gently exploring, she enjoyed the slickness that the combination of water and desire had produced.  The folds were sensitive and swollen and she reveled in the feeling for long minutes. 

Finally, she could stand it no longer.  She guided her finger back to the little nub and applied just the right pressure.  She rotated her finger in a circular movement,  mimicking the motion of Richie’s thumb on her thigh yesterday at the beach.    He had come so close to where her hand was now.  “Don’t worry,” he had drawled.  “I’ll take it slow and easy.  It won’t hurt at all.”

Her breath came in short pants as she switched to her index finger, gliding the middle one up and down her folds.  Dropping her head back, she remembered lying on Richie, and pushing her breasts into the hard wall of his chest. The way that his eyes had become shuttered when she took his mouth with hers.  The taste of the salty sea air on his pillowy lips. 

She ground her hips the way she should have when he was under her, creating the friction that would ease the ache.  Imagining that it was his hard length that she was rocking herself against…

SweetMarymotherofGod.  Ohhhhh!

Allegra gasped as the spasms shot through her body, and the air around her couldn’t drift into her lungs fast enough.  She gulped it in, forehead against the shower wall, letting the spasms subside to trembles.   Another memory of his voice sent a final shiver down her spine.   “You sure keep things from being boring around here, Sunshine.”

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David was indeed waiting when she emerged from the bathroom, face flushed, all warm and cozy in her robe.  But, seeing as he had an array of Chinese food around him, Allegra was decidedly happy he was there.

“Ohhh, that smells heavenly!  Let me grab some sweats and I’ll be right back.”  Her clothes had actually been put away in the dresser this time, and she pulled open a drawer to locate a pair of black yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt.  The bathroom door had no more closed than she was opening it again, fully dressed.

David grinned.  “Dayum, Legs, you move fast when you want to!  Got a weakness for Chinese food, do ya?”

Snapping her wet ponytail into place, she informed him, “At this point any food is my weakness!  I didn’t eat today.”

They sat side by side on the sofa, sampling out of the various cartons and sipping the white wine he’d also ordered.  Portions of pepper steak, General Tso’s chicken, fried rice and lo mein gradually dwindled until she and David were both stuffed.  “Dave, have I told you lately that I love you?” she moaned with her hand on her stomach.

“I never go wrong when it comes to food,”  he told her with a chuckle.

“So far, I second that motion!” 

They chatted for a while longer about food preferences, sipping their drinks and laughing over fortune cookies. After the last of the wine had been consumed, Allegra considered herself properly sated on several counts.  Now she was interested in the original reason for David’s presence in her room.  “Could we drag out the computer now?”

He grinned.  “Seeeee?  I told you!”  He retrieved the laptop case and slid the computer out of it, booting it up.  After a brief explanation of the internet and a demonstration on how to connect to a wireless network, they arrived at the objective of the day. 

“So, this is your internet browser, which is what you look at the internet with,” he explained, scooting close to her on the sofa.  “There are a bunch of them to choose from, but the most popular is probably Internet Explorer, so that’s this blue E on the desktop.”   He clicked on it and showed her how to type in a URL to direct access Google.

“Okay, sweetness, this is Google – not googly, mind you.”  She poked him in the ribs with her elbow, but he just grunted and continued, “You use it anytime you want to search for information and you don’t know the URL of where that information is located.”  As an example, he typed in his own name.  “You can see that there is all this crap out there about me, including pictures and videos, but the first website listed is mine.  David Bryan dot com.”

“Wait a minute.  Videos?  Like the music videos from the eighties?” she interrupted.

Laughing, he said, “Yeah, kinda like that – only better quality.  There’s a really popular site called You Tube where people can upload their videos and you can watch them.  You’ll find some official videos for music groups, movies and TV there, but it’s mostly videos made by everyday people.  They post footage recorded at concerts, from interviews, or even just everyday shit they do.  Sometimes they take songs and put their own pictures to them.  I’ve heard that people get lost for days in You Tube.”

She was nothing short of spellbound as he clicked on a video.  The music started playing and she saw Richie singing his solo song from the second Honolulu show.  “Oh my God, that was just a couple of nights ago!  That was my exact view of him during the song.  The woman next to me had a camera, but I had no idea she was videotaping.  Wow!”  She took the computer from him and typed the band’s name in the search bar, slowly but surely.

Amused pride filled him at her excitement.  Tico had spent days trying to get this far on the computer, and never made it.  Now he flatly refused to have anything to do with them.  The fact that she was already doing searches on her own, without a second thought, just went to reinforce his initial opinion of her intelligence.  Some people just didn’t have an aptitude for technology, but his Legs sure as hell did.

Wait a minute. HIS Legs?  The possessive term reverberated through his mind.  Where had that come from?

“David some of these videos have been viewed millions of times.  Millions!”

“Yeah, we’re right popular,” he said distractedly.  The direction of his thoughts bothered him, and decided that it would be a good idea for him to leave.

“You’re doing great, Allegra.  I need to head back to my room and give Lex a call.  I can leave the computer for you tonight if you want?”

Allegra?  That sounded strange coming out of his mouth.  “Um, no.”  She closed the lid with obvious reluctance.  “You should take it with you.  I couldn’t ask you to leave it.”

“You aren’t asking, I’m offering.”  His hands efficiently swept the dinner mess back into its plastic bag, which he dropped beside the wastebasket.  “Keep the laptop.  I won’t use it tonight.  See if you can’t find some sights you want to see while we’re in town.   I’ll catch ya tomorrow.”  And with a casual wave of his hand, he was gone, letting the door close behind him.