“If you would take my hand, baby I would show you
Guide you to the light babe
If you would be my love, baby I will love you, love you
'Til the end of time...” -Michael Jackson
Chapter 37-pt. 2- “If It's Wrong to Love You...”
”Yet, you want to challenge that, knowing he's dead set on Larke?” Shanelle asked out of sheer concern. “Why can't you just accept who's accepting you? Do you want to be Pierce's girlfriend or his therapist? You have more favor with the latter. Why give yourself the same headache in Beverly Hills that you had in New York? I don't think you deserve the stress, Rocksi. You don't. Just enjoy your options...even the ones you never thought you'd enjoy.”
” Oh Shanelle, Shanelle...you get a mahn and then you tink you're a relationship expert or some shit,” said Rocksi aloud, setting her Iphone 6 onto her black, lacquer nightstand. Still wearing her outfit of the day, sans her stiletto shoe boots, the brown-skinned beauty pressed a button on the wall behind her lamp, that slightly dimmed her overhead lights, activating LED lights on the ceiling that resembled stars.
“7:54 p.m....” read her Movado digital clock. “Troy should be Skypeing me in a few minutes; he's usually punctual,” said Rocksi, throwing herself onto her queen-sized bed , her newly painted toes a bright white in the LED lights. Finding the remote to her Samsung Smart TV under her mountain of pillows, Rocksi hit the 'power' mode, waiting for her Skype to load.
'Why do I even tell my cousin, anything?' she thought, crossing her arms over her chest. 'She is always killin' my vibe. Does she want Pierce for herself? Did she fuck with Pierce and not tell me?' Fuming, rolling her hazel green eyes, Rocksi looked over to her snake, Shalimar who was resting peacefully in its glass cage.
”I'm gunna tell you all my secrets and shit from now on, Shalimar, okay?” Rocksi said aloud as if the snake was actually paying attention. Shalimar, sleeping and oblivious, was not moved.
”Wow, he's early....Alexa, answer Skype,” said Rocksi, sitting up against her pillows, adjusting one of her nameplate earrings that was poking her in the cheek. When the Skype call was answered, Troy Jeffries, in all his muscular glory, sitting in his home movie theatre dressed in a grey Nike T-shirt and matching sweatpants, his hair wet, flat against his head, greeted her with a bright smile.
”Hey there, Rocksi, wow...your room is pretty sick,” he complimented in his 'good boy' voice. “You have a lot of gadgets, there.and whoa...is that a snake?”
”Well, my father did invent 'Siri' and my snake's name is Shalimar,” Rocksi replied with a shrug. “Seeing that you have an in home theatre, I guess you don't actually go out on dates to the movies much?”
”Yeah, I'll still go ...we just have the theatre for huge get- togethers and shit,” Troy replied with a nonchalant shrug. “There's nothing better than waiting in a long-assed line, paying $6.00 for a small popcorn and $10.00 for a large ICEE, just for some son of a bitch to stand up during the best part of the movie...blocking your view and shit... ”
”Or videotaping it to upload on Youtube,” Rocksi added. “At least that's how they do it back home...however...I do...have an ICEE machine in the kitchen,” Rocksi admitted with a wave of a slender finger. “ I won it at a gaming convention in Anaheim some years back. It took me six hours to beat it, but it was so worth it! “
”Oh shit, you're a gamer?” asked Troy with a jerk of his neck. “I didn't know that!”
”Yeah, my actual job is testing and helping to design new video games,” Rocksi explained. “I can't always talk about what I'm working on, but yeah...it's a great job. I get residual checks for every game sold that I have credits on. I like making my own money,” she added, pulling in her muscular legs sideways.
”Wow, you lead such an interesting life. Do you ever miss New York?” Troy asked curiously. Rocksi, turning her eyes away momentarily, could only smile small. She missed the art, the culture, the music, and the fashion that she had grown accustomed to, but she wouldn't dare admit that out in the open.
” I miss riding the subway , the rats the size of pit bulls, all the very unique people, and having Jamaican beef patties at my disposal,” she answered cryptically, coming her fingers through her mass of chestnut curls. “But...I'll get used to Beverly Hills, eventually.
”Seems like Pierce and Gig have been pretty great 'tour guides', for lack of better words,” Troy alluded with a smirk. “You got an Aussie on end, and a French-Canadian on the other. You must have a thing for accents!” her joked.
Primping her lip, Rocksi laughed out loud. Now, the Boy Scout of Beverly Hills was reaching.
”Come on, now...I saw the pictures you posted with them on your Instagram!” said Troy, trying to squeeze out as much information as he could. Rocksi, waving her finger at Troy on her TV screen chuckled.
”I've got Bianca up there too...and Wilshire...and Blaise...and Nikki....are you trying to get in my Insta -story, too?” she pressed, trying to beat him at his own game, pressing her tongue against her lip ring.
”I just want the opportunity to workout with you,” Troy answered with a shrug. “I see how well you've trained Wilshire. He looks great. I look at you...you look phenomenal. Nikki's always had the best body out of all the Teen Club, but I think you're giving her a run for her money.”
”Oh...thank you for reminding me...she wants us to do a dance fitness class together,” said Rocksi. “But I think we both have great bodies. Bianca does, too.”
”I've noticed the two of you work very well, together; have you officially hung out with her? Troy asked, resting his elbow on the armrest. “Because Bianca usually keeps to herself.”
'Troy is really trying to pump information out of me, but why?' thought Rocksi, using an imaginary itch on her leg that was still clad in leather pants as a diversion. “Bianca is a sweetheart when you give her a chance. I want to go out and have a girls' day with her, or maybe even charter a jet and take her to New York with me,” she answered, giving Troy something to ponder on. “She's amazingly beautiful, and stylish...if I was a guy I'd totally fuck her.”
It was that moment when Troy's mouth fell open and the chocolate diamonds that were his eyes grew wide. No girls in the Teen Club ever made sexual innuendos like that!
”Wh—you'd what?” Troy asked, shaking his head. Rocksi smirked, knowing that the Boy Scout would soon be having a bad case of the blue balls...or he'd make a phone call.
”Dude...you're blind if you didn't notice how sexy she looked in that white outfit at the luau,” said Rocksi, with a quirk of her well-arched brow. “Those boobs...that hair...that ASS!!! Bianca is the only girl I know other than Blaise that has more ass than me!” Rocksi, getting up to prop on all fours, twerked a little bit for Troy just to emphasize his point, and also drive him a little bit crazy.
” See, I got a lot of ass, but Blaze got me beat. Nikki's got a little onion booty, though. She got indentions in hers, and her hamstrings are nice,” Rocksi explained, leaning back against her pillows as if she hadn't done a damn thing. Troy, covering his mouth from what he just saw, cleared his throat, combing some blonde strands away from his face.
”I-I'll be sure to check out all these bodacious booties that you just spoke of,” Tory sputtered, his heart racing a bit. Rocksi was a sexy girl, but she was so cool about it, and that made her so attractive to him.
”I'm telling ya,” Rocksi declared with a devious smile. She had absoluely no qualms about Troy running his mouth back to any or all of the boys of the Teen Club. She wantedhim to run back and discuss their conversation to Pierce. She sensed that he had messy tendencies like a gossip girl.
”I mean...any guy in their right mind would beg Bianca Dupree to sit on their face...and she was a gymnast, too. Can you imagine how fun she'd be in bed...doing all types of splits and shit? You could probably fuck her in the janitor's closet during lunch hour,” Rocksi continued in her campaign to get the gorgeous Bianca Dupree the attention she deserved.
'Holy shit,' thought Troy, pressing his lips together, feeling the eggplant in his pants increasing in girth. “Well...anyways, I called you tonight to get more information about the idea you have for a dance?”
”Yeah...an 'Opposites Attract' themed dance,” Rocksi began, with an eager smile. “I've been talking to a lot of the Teen Club girls, and it seems that a lot of them are tired of paying for expensive dresses just to stand by the wall and watch every guy dance with the same damn girl. I think...if we create a dance with the rule that the dates have to be people who don't normally hang out with each other, maybe some new friendships...hell..some new romances may come out of it. People have crushes on each other, but are afraid to speak up because of the assumption that shit won't work out, and it's stupid. Life's too short to be intimidated.”
”Oh..wow..you're really straight to the point,” Troy noted with a nod. He could only guess that the 'same girl' was Larke Tanner. And Rocksi did have a point about girls who always stood at the sideline and in essence, it really didn't seem fair. For someone who had not been in the Teen Club that long, Rocksi had definitely learned a lot about their inclusive culture; however, the way they treated each other seemed a bit biased in her hazel-green eyes.
”This is definitely a great idea, Rocksi, but I'm curious, who would you ask?” Troy pressed, hoping to hear something juicy. “You just moved here, so you really don't have close ties to anyone..leaves your playing field pretty open.”
”Well shit, I wouldn't ask someone, they'd have to ask me,” Rocksi answered nonchalantly. “I'm a lady, after all.”
”Indeed”, Troy stated with a confident nod. “Quite a unique one. Well, I won't hold you long, but I'll take notes of your ideas in my phone and send them over to Switchboard. More than likely, the three of us will be on Teen Talk in the morning to make the official announcement, so wear something cute,” he winked. Chuckling, Rocksi waved a hand at him.
”T.J....you are too funny, “ Rocksi quipped, giving Troy a new nickname. “I'll see you tomorrow.”
'I'm thinking of you...In my sleepless solitude tonight...If it's wrong to love you...Then my heart just won't let me be right...'
As Blaise laid on the comfortable white bed dressed in nothing but earrings and her shimmering cloak of hair, Prince Albert, emerging from the bathroom, nude, wearing a “frenchie” sized for men with “special blessings”. Even though he had seen Blaise naked more than once, and had shared sweet, intimate moments, there was still something so mesmerizing seeing her laid out, her beautiful hair spread underneath her, one muscular leg bent, the other straight, her toes pointed like a ballerina. The moment made him press his hand against his chest for a moment, just to keep his heart from bursting through.
”What is it , babe?” Blaise asked with an innocent smile, sitting up straight against the pillows. “Are you..okay?”
Her consideration for other people would make her a Princess of legends. The honey in her voice, the magic in her eyes, her laid back, yet logical demeanor...the Prince could feel himself blushing in two areas of his body.
''Cause I've drowned in you...And I won't pull through...Without you by my side...'
”Blaise, I cahn't tell yeh 'ow 'appy a man you've made me,” Albert expressed from the bathroom door, as if about to cry. E'vrytime I look at yeh, I think how lucky I am. I wasn't honest with yeh when I met yeh, and yeh got mad, but yeh forgave me...I don't know what made yeh forgive meh, but ..I'm glad yeh did.”
”Oh, Albert, “ said Blaise, quickly getting up from the bed forgetting that she was naked. Seeing her Prince about to shed tears tugged at her heart strings. Never had a guy ever confessed such raw emotion for her, or ever made her feel as if she was worth the fight. As she approached Albert, her nerves began to shake. He was fully nude and erect and she prayed that she wouldn't say anything to kill the mood.
'I'd give my all to have...Just one more night with you...I'd risk my life to feel...Your body next to mine...'
”Hey, c'mere my Scotsman,” she urged with open arms, her breasts cold and perky. Due to his imposing height, Blaise stood on her tippy toes, framing his handsome face with her delicate, well-manicured hands, calloused from years of wrangling and roping. Albert leaned forward, giving Blaise a tender embrace, his eyes, glossy... a tear sreaming down his cheek.
”Me love, I'm not sad,” he declared placing a hand on top of Blaise's. “I'm jus' so...fecking 'appy. You're unlike any Duchess, Princess...Lady-in-waiting...you're the real thin'. An' I knew it when I saw the magazine cover. An' when you los' control of that wild colt, I had to chase after you..I wasn' gunna let ennyone or ennythin' take you 'way from meh. I nevah told you that, but that's 'ow I felt that day and ev'ry day since we've been t'gether.”
' 'Cause I can't go on...Living in the memory of our song...I'd give my all for your love tonight...'
”Oh, Albie, I...I don't know what to say,” Blaise began, almost losing her breath, especially after seeing a tear leaving a wet trail on her Prince's face.
”It's been amazin', bein yeh boyfrien' an' all,” Albert continued, another tear following, his chest heaving. “Blaise Summers...I love yeh, an' now the world will know.”
Without warning, Blaise, suddenly growing a set of balls, claimed her Prince's lips in an aggressive, possessive, yet sensual kiss, this time, almost catching Albert off guard. Albert, at first startled, then relaxed, crushed Blaise closer to his body, feeling nothing but naked, cold skin, their bodies a combination of wet, soft, and hard. Lowering his hands, Prince Albert grabbed two healthy handfuls of Blaise's ass, lifting her upward from the floor. Instinctively and quickly, Blaise wrapped her legs around him, feeling his gift wrapped cock against her stomach.
' Baby can you feel me...Imagining I'm looking in your eyes...I can see you clearly...
Vividly emblazoned in my mind...'
Blaise was a lot stronger than she looked. The grip of her thighs around Albert's waist was so tight, he winced a bit, but surely and carefully he ambled them over to the bed, gently laying her back down. As he nestled on top of her, Albert, taking Blaise's hands from his face, entwined them, giving him literally the “upper hand “ of the situation. By her shivering, he knew she was indeed cold, not nervous.
'I need to keep her warm,' he thought , tearing his lips away from hers to place kisses on her neck. Wrangling her hands free, Blaise, in need to hold him, embraced him, caressing the detailed muscles of his back, tracing her fingers along his spine. She could feel his nipples pressing into her breasts, his ripped abdomen against hers, his shaft, knocking every so lightly against her sensitized clit. Stroking her heels against the length of his legs, Blaise moaned, desiring the heat they could only achieve together.
' And yet you're so far...Like a distant star...I'm wishing on tonight...I'd give my all to have..
Just one more night with you...
Despite his enthusiasm, Albert had no idea what the hell to do next. He had read men's magazines and watched a few...”interesting” videos on rather “interesting “ websites, but to actually perform was a foreign language to him. He didn't want to disappoint Blaise with his lack of experience, and he didn't want to disappoint himself, either.
Sensing his uneasiness, Blaise lifted her head, arresting his lips into a sweet, slow, passionate kiss, her tongue mimicking the consummation she craved. Wise to his being a bit gunshy, Blaise, lifting her hips, rubbed her clitoris against the protected head of his diamond hard shaft, moaning in true surprise, yet softly from the pleasure it produced. His cock, was firmer, more solid than the dancing of his tongue, which was usually wet and malleable. Albert, relishing the sounds from her lips, spiraled his hips a bit, teasing his throbbing cock against the swollen nub, watching as Blaise squaealed, her breath warm against his lower lip.
”Ho-holy shiitttt....” Blaise uttered between gasps of air, as Albert continued to teased her clit with the length of his shaft. The gorgeous cowgirl could not fathom a solid thought. If the Prince was this diligent...forming her brain into the consistency of spotted dick externally, she couldn't imagine what he would do internally....
'You're about to find out...'
' I'd risk my life to feel...Your body next to mine...'Cause I can't go on...Living in the memory of our song...'
'Okay...I got this...methinks' , Albert mentally confirmed, noticing Blaise's reaction, her face framed by her golden locks streaked with chocolate brown, as her head cuddled comfortably against the white pillows, her chest heaving as Albert carried on the game of stroking the tip of his cock against her clit, making her moan deeply, despite not being inside of her.
'To hell with this teasing!' thought Blaise, parting her strong legs a little further. Without warning, she gripped Albert by his broad, sinewy shoulders, urging him to “find his rightful place” in between them.
“I...I need to sit on the throne, my Prince,” Blaise breathed as she kissed him. “But I need to be 'crowned' first.” Chuckling softly, Albert, taking full possession of Blaise's lips, entered her wet cavern slowly, feeling the tightness, that was a bit uncomfortable, so much that she dug her nails into his shoulders, wincing a bit from the pain.
' The first time is the worst time....not the person, but the pain,' Larke had said as she sipped her virgin Sex on the Beach, wishing it was something stronger, a white LaCoste bathrobe opened, revealing her glorious, augmented breasts that were “running” from her ribcage as she, Blaise and Nikki were sunbathing on the balcony of Fifi's Spa and Salon.
iHe'll try to distract you with deep, passionate kisses, and a few nibbles on your neck...but once he breaks through, it starts to feel indescribably blissful...you have no choice but to moan or maybe even scream his name,' Larke continued, fanning her glistening chest from the heat of the sun. 'Whew, it's a hot one, today!'
Nikki, her muscular back glistening from being slathered in Banana Boat sunscreen, raised her head from the deck chair, her golden Dolce and Gabbanna sunglasses shining in the California sun.
'Hmm? It was like that with...Troy?' Nikki asked curiously, as Larke took another sip of her fruity, sweet drink, her boobs oily with tanning accelerator. Blaise, treating herself to a stuffed mushroom from a platter of appetizers, raised her brow. Larke never, ever spoke like this, even at slumber parties...even on the spa days where every girl was naked, and not a “landing strip” was spared.
iYes...it was...a little wretched in the beginning..it's like shoving an elephant through a straw,' Larke explained, combing her fingers through her blonde locks. 'But...Troy's got a lot of girth, and I was really, really tight...your lover can't just ram into you like Lancelot on a steed, he's gotta take his time, a,d inch his way inside, regardless of size.'
'Hmm, duly noted,' said Nikki with a smirk, taking a glance at Blaise who was licking marinara sauce from underneath her golden, French-tipped nails. Catching Nikki's sunglass clad glance, Blaise furrowed her brow.
'Like that's ever gonna, happen,' she had thought, taking another juicy bite....
Larke was right...
Biting her bottom lip, Blaise, trying her best to let Albert's kiss divert her mind, could feel the strings of her innocence tearing like delicate ribbons as Albert slowly continued his entrance to her soul. Albert, wishing so desperately that he could take her pain away, grunted as the warmth from her soul greeted him with a sensual “handshake”. The Prince could feel pur chills racing up his back, into his brain, as Blaise's cavern stretched tightly around him, her wetness dribbling, driving him mad.
”Y..Yes...Yes...Yes Princess...?” Albert responded, feeling Blaise's clutch on his shoulders tightening, then loosening, then tightening again. Her amazingly toned stomach, which was no longer cold, flinched against his, their skin making the most sultry friction . His other senses heightened, he could hear their mixed breaths, smell her body temperature rising, as well as his own musk. As the Prince began sleek, undulating strokes in the soft, warm, wet velvet that led to Blaise's heart, Albert suddenly cried out, not expecting to be so mindswept.
”Shit!” the Prince cried in a husky voice, his pace unwavering as Blaise's tight walls gripped around him like Chinese fingercuffs. Blaise's beautiful ocean -blue eyes were half-lidded, her head going sideways, her smile, satisfied. Smiling humbly, Albert placed kisses on the right side of her neck, down to her shoulder, gently grazing her salty skin with his teeth.
Larke was right...
As if by nature, Blaise rhythmically returned Prince Albert's strokes with the same ardor he was giving her, creating a perfect harmony between their young bodies, her nipples, stiff, but no longer cold, and her heart fuller than ever before.
' I'd give my all for your love tonight...I'd give my all to have...Just one more night with you...'
Blaise, opening her eyes wider, her vision finally clear, smiled at her handsome Prince whose face was sweaty, his hair clinging to his forehead, yet glowing, bright with genuine love. Squeezing his shoulders she angled herself lower, letting him slide out halfway, then impaling herself with an aggressive thrust. The initial pain subsiding, the cowgirl “ponied up” and enjoyed her ride.
”Blaise, oh...oh..oh..shit,” Albert huffed, speeding up his pace to match with hers. However, the unassuming Prince was not prepared for the next stage of events...
Using the strength of her thighs, the California cowgirl managed to lock her legs around Albert's waist, and like a pro wrestler, rolled them over so that she was the 'love on top'. The astonished look on Albert's face in response his girlfriend's sudden bravado was priceless.
' I'd risk my life to feel...Your body next to mine...'
”Blaise?” he asked, breathlessly, with the most quizzical look in his eyes. Blaise , pressing a slender finger to her lips shushed him, rocking her hips against him, his shaft fell in so deep her eyes were beginning to cross. Looking down at him, she smiled at his reactions to her riding him like a wild colt. Albert, not wanting to miss the merest of inches, held onto Blaise's asscheeks, playfully squeezing the firm flesh, moaning loudly as she bounced up on him.
”Oh Albert....ooohh shiit....” Blaise cried, feeling the effects of her little ploy. She hadn't expected her Prince to counter her with twice the momentum she had brought forth, maximizing the pleasure in kind. She could feel the knot in her belly unraveling, the ribbons taking over her lungs, muscles, and brain...Albert, watching Blaise's head suddenly snap backward, held onto her ass firmly as he drilled into her, his own stick of dynamite on the verge of explosion.
''Cause I can't go on...Living in the memory of our song...”
”Albert! Albert...oooooohhhhh...ohhhh......! Blaise mewled, grinding her pelvis against her Prince's despite her inner workings becoming undone. “Ooohhmmiigoossshh....I'm...I'm...”
”Blaise...me love....oooh...ooohh shhhiiitttt..mee....mee to....”Albert cried, droplets of sweat falling from her breasts onto his chest from all their vigorous movements.
'Tonight..I give myself to you, Blaise...' thought Albert as a shock of adrenaline raced up his spine, causing him to grip Blaise's firm ass to a point where she flinched in pain. Blaise, trying to continue her pumping motions on Albert's cock, soon felt her own mind numbing flash, causing her body to fall forward, balancing her hands on Albert's sweaty chest for leverage, her breath, heavy and labored.
'I'd give my all for your love tonight...Give my all for your love...Tonight...'
Momentarily, their young bodies went paralytic, their mouths open with no words to be uttered. Albert's toes, went numb and he had charlie horses in both legs. Blaise felt as if her soul had been ripped from her flesh, her arms without feeling, her butt cheeks tingling. All she could feel was the cold snap of the AC against her heated skin, seemingly freezing the beads of sweat on her back and breasts, her bangs clinging to her forehead.
”I love you!” they said in the midst of intense eye contact in breathless declaration. Smiling, her wet, bi-colored bands plastered to her forehead, Blaise, easing herself from Albert's “occupancy”, crawled up his body, kissing him gently on the cheek before laying down beside him, placing a tender kiss, then playful bite, on his shoulder.
'Larke didn't mention this...'
“Yeh...yeh love me shoulders, don't yeh, lass?” Albert chuckled softly. “Yeh scritched me real good, there.”
”Ohhh..I'm saw-ry...” Blaise replied in a patronizing tone, gently stroking the Prince's sweaty chest. “ I can kiss it, and make it all better.” Feeling a blush rise to his cheeks, his manhood, sheathed in a rubber, returning to its normal ( and very impressive) size, Albert, reaching his arm around Blaise's sweaty back, leaned in for a tender kiss, the welts on his shoulders slightly stinging.
”Albert?” Blaise asked softly against Albert's lips, then adding a nuzzle to his nose,
”Yes, Princess?” he answered, humbly.
”Was...I everything you hoped?”
Touched by her sentiment, Albert, pressing his forehead to hers, smiled, feeling the corner of his eye becoming wet. Their lovemaking had surpassed any porn he'd ever watched, every sordid tale a stablehand ever told, and probably looked better than any scandalous photo of any government official traded in a yellow envelope for blackmail. What he and Blaise had shared was not manipulation, tawdry, or lewd. What they'd shared was intimate, romantic, and beautiful....like a fairytale re-imagined.
”Blaise...me love..you are every man's fantasy, but my reality,” Albert confessed, a tear streaming down his face. Blaise, being the sweet girl she was, wiped it away gently with her thumb. Every small, thoughtful gesture, made Albert fall that much more in love with her. Combing her bangs away from her forehead, Albert, smiling proudly, gazed into Blaise's eyes.
”You're...my first,” Albert confessed, before kissing her on the forehead. Blaise's heart damn near jumped from her chest. Albert was named one of the most handsome young men in the world, and to to discover she was the first to have him intimately was an admitted shock.
”Wow, oh wow,” Blaise answered in awe. Shrugging, Albert nodded.
”Many Princess, duchesses, and ladies in waitin' 'ave tried, but some of them were v'ry dist'nt cousins, too old, or just borin',” Albert confessed. “An' none of them loved horses. The key to Prince Albert's heart, is through his horses.”
”Oh shit, hahahaha! “ Blaise giggled, resting her head on Albert's chest. “Is it weird, or do we smell like each other?”
”I dunno, me love, what's it smell like?” Albert asked curiously. Sniffing the air, Blaise thought for a moment.
”Soap, sweat...my hairspray...my perfume...your armpits...your ballsweat....” Blaise counted off after every sniff, Albert laughing at each quip. “Not much different than any of our other romantic....oh....”
”Eh...what's wrong?” Albert asked, noticing that Blaise's attention had diverted downward. Quickly, Blaise rushed from her side of the bed, making a mad, naked dash to the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a slam.
”Bloody hell, what's the matter?” Prince Albert, said aloud before looking over onto the space where Blaise had laid, discovering a few fresh spots of blood on the once fresh, white sheets.
”Oh....woooww....”Albert said aloud, not quite knowing how to react. 'I was her first rodeo. She's embarrassed about the blood.'
As he ascended from his side of the bed, making headway to the bathroom, he heard the running of the sink. Knocking gently on the door, he waited patiently, until the water had stopped, leaving nothing the sounds of the TV, air conditioner and traffic from outside.
”Me love, can we chat a bit?” asked the Prince, stark naked, running a hand through his hair. Gently, the door opened, Blaise, wearing a white bath towel concealing her nudity, smiled meekly, her beautiful face flushed. Albert opened his arms, inviting her into an embrace of love and understanding. Blaise, overcome with emotion, crushed into his body, tears streaming down her face. Rocking her from side to side, Albert kissed his future wife on the crown of her head. He was always thankful for their height difference for that very reason.
”Albert..I...stained the sheets..I'm sorry,” Blaise remarked, feeling embarrassed. “I don't know what else to say.”
”It don't bother meh, lass,” Albert reassured, stroking Blaise's back. “ We are each others' firsts. Our souls have become one. Beddin' can always cleaned,” he added. “Nothin' to be shamed of.”
”But, where will we sleep?” asked Blaise, looking up at the most wonderful young man from across the pond. “You've got this room bound so tight with security, even I can't leave.”
“Correction, lass...yeh free to leave wheneva', but papp'razi will f'llow yeh...so there's a scadal for yeh arse. An' person'lly, ' I don't relly want yeh to leave, I jus' made love with yeh...I'd be a bloke to let yeh leave,” Albert followed, framing Blaise's lovely face with his hands. “Yeh me future wife, me future wife will always be by me side.”
”Even when I pee?” Blaise asked jokingly. Rolling his eyes, Albert laughed out loud.
“I'm gunna keep me joke to me'self,” Albert offered, smirking. Blaise, her imagination going to the left, let her jaw drop to the floor.
”You ...you naughty Prince, you!” Blaise scolded lovingly, feeling more secure in her boyfriend's arms. “So...just where are we sleeping?”
”Well...hones'ly I was hopin' for another ride at the rodeo; if I meh be so 'onest, “ Albert confessed in comical bravado. Blaise, shaking her head in disbelief, adjusted the folded towel at her breastline. Her man was just too much!
”Whet we c'n do, babe...we c'n use the pullout couch ovah there, get some p'llows, sheets...'nd cuddle, sleep, fuck...whet'eva...” Albert continue with a roguish wink, stroking Blaise's cheek with his thumb.
”Wait...did you just say, 'fuck' ?” Blaise asked, blinking incredulously. “I've never....”
”Ev'rything don't require formal'ty, me love,” Albert reminded, with a wave of his finger. “Does ...'sit on the throne' sound bettah?”
”The hell...” Blaise's mouth fell open. Prince Albert had become quite little horndog in an hour and a half's time. She could even feel the hardness of his young shaft bumping against her stomach through the towel she wore.
”Well, Your Majesty, we'll just have to see, now won't we?” Blaze cooed, reaching her hands lower to give Albert a squeeze on the bum....
Song Lyrics: “My All” by Mariah Carey