By
Dian Seiter
Chapter
1
It is March of 2003. My name
is Melloria Bass. I have been
married to Lance Bass for almost 4 years now.
We have two children. Our
daughter, Faith, is about to be four years old, and our son, Tristan, is 2. We’ve known each other all our lives. We grew up in the same town in Mississippi, went to
kindergarten, middle school, junior high, and high school together. We had planned to go to the same college together until Lance
became a part of the group *NSYNC. They
started singing together when Lance was 15, but didn’t get their big break
until 1998. They had some success
before that in Europe, but their big break came in the United States.
All through our school years, Lance and I had been best friends.
But we were closer than any other normal pair of best friends. We each had dated other people over our teenage years, but we
always ran to each other when we had our hearts broken.
We also shared more than best friends usually do.
We were each others’ first sex partners.
When Lance went away to Europe immediately after high school was over, it
seems like we both realized how much we meant to each other.
But neither one of us admitted it for a long time.
We stayed in touch those two years, writing letters and running up phone
bills. I even flew to Europe a few
times to be with him. But
everything changed when they came back to the states.
We had both grown up a lot. It
didn’t take us long to realize that all the things we’d shared over the
years had evolved into a deep love for each other.
We started dating within a few months after their return.
Then came the big break the group had been hoping for.
They chose to do a concert special on the Disney channel and millions of
girls all over America discovered *NSYNC. They
went on tour after tour of the states. Their
first debut album in America went platinum in no time.
They had some problems in 1999 when they switched record labels, causing
their second album to be delayed over and over.
They lost a few fans, but the loyal ones stuck by them.
Early in 2000, they finally released the second album and everyone’s
thoughts of them being a passing fad in the graveyard of boy bands were dimished.
Their early hardships had only made them stronger.
In the midst of the problems in ’99, Lance and I had gotten married in
July of that year, thinking that it was inevitable that the group break up.
To our delight we had been proven wrong.
We had dreamed of starting a family, and even though we hadn’t known
it, I was 5 months pregnant when we got married.
Nothing had been out of the ordinary and we found out one night about two
weeks after the wedding, when Lance had to take me to the emergency room for
severe abdominal pains. I almost
lost the baby that night, but the doctors were able to prevent it.
I was, however, admitted to the hospital, and forbidden to do much other
than take baths and go to the bathroom. Even
with all the medical care I received and basically not moving, our daughter was
born 2 weeks after that, 3 months premature.
It was questionable whether she would make it at first, so we didn’t
name her right away. We both spent
many nights in the hospital chapel praying for our child to be safe and healthy.
Finally, after 3 stress filled weeks, she was declared stable.
We named her Faith because she had made it through such a hard time
already. We believed it was at
least in part because of our faith in her.
After 2 more weeks in the hospital, we had taken her home. Lance had rennovated a house he’d bought and it was finished right before Faith was born. He had done an excellent job with the place, and keeping the little surprise from me. The first time I saw it was the day we took her home from the hospital. He’d driven past our old apartment and into the country with me sitting in the passenger seat without a clue. When he pulled our 4-Runner up in front of the door, tears of happiness streamed down my face. We had walked up to the front door and I stood there staring for a few minutes. Then, being the romantic he’d always been, he’d picked me and Faith up and carried us over the threshold. I remember that moment as clearly as it if it had happened yesterday.
I was broken from my reminiscent trance when Lance walked in to the room.
“Are you daydreaming again, my dear?”
He asked.
I got up from my seat at the window of our bedroom and went to him.
“No, not daydreaming, just remembering some things.”
I replied and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“Where are our children?”
“They’re taking a nap.” I
told him and started to laugh. But
the sound caught in my throat because he pulled me to him and kissed me
passionately. I sighed and sank
into him, molding my body to his. There
was an unspoken, mutual agreement between and we both opened our mouths at the
same moment. I let my tongue caress
the familiar depths of his mouth.
“Can we expect them to wake up anytime soon?”
He pulled back slightly to ask.
I smiled at him and said, “No. I
don’t think so.”
Apparently that was all he needed. He
scooped me up in his arms and carried me to our king size bed. We sank down in the mattress together, our lips coming
together again. Our pace was
hurried, as married couples with kids usually are, but all the passion was still
there. Each time we were together,
it seemed we found new places on our bodies to caress and explore. We made love quickly and passionately. Just as I was getting up to redress, I heard the pitter
patter of little feet coming down the hallway.
Lance darted to the bathroom with his clothes and I donned the rest of
mine. I slipped my shirt over my
head a second before the door opened.
“Mommy, mommy!” Two
little voices shrieked in unison. Faith,
being older, was the first to reach me. She
jumped into my arms and I sat back down on the edge of the bed. Tristan was close behind her and climbed up beside me.
“Where’s daddy?” Faith
asked.
“He’s in the bathroom, angel. He’ll
be out in a minute.” I told her.
As if on cue, Lance came back into the bedroom and smiled at me, seeing
our children in my arms. He came to
sit beside us on the bed and was bombarded with hugs and kisses from both kids.
Faith turned her little face to his and asked, “How long are you
staying home this time Daddy?” She
was smart for her age and was used to him being gone for long stretches and not
being home very often.
“For a couple of weeks angel. Then
I have to go back to work.” Lance
told her. He was wonderful with
her, always talking to her in a serious manner and not like she was a baby that
didn’t understand anything. People
that don’t have kids often do that, thinking that someone her age couldn’t
possibly know about things like work.
Faith stuck out her bottom lip. “I
wish you could stay home more often Daddy.”
A
pained look crossed Lance’s face. He
took her little face in his hands and kissed her on the nose.
“I know sweetheart. I wish
that I could stay home more too. But
I have to do my job and sing for people. Just
like Mommy’s job is staying here with you and your brother, my job is making
music and singing to people.”
“I know Daddy I just miss you a lot.”
Faith told him seriously.
Lance chuckled at her expression. “I
miss you too baby, all the time.”
We all got up then and went downstairs.
The children went to the back yard and Lance and I went to the pool.
It was indoors, but the walls were all glass so we could see the kids
playing in the yard with their toys. They
had everything any child could want, and then some.
Somehow trying to make up for all the time he was gone, Lance bought them
every new toy that came on the market. They
had all kinds of stuffed animals from all over the world. Wherever the guys went on their tours, they always bought
things for our children. Lance was
still the only one in the group that had a family.
Joey and Chris had also gotten married, but they didn’t have any
children yet. JC and Justin
weren’t married, but had serious girlfriends, for the moment anyways.
It seemed to me that they were always changing, but I didn’t pay too
much attention. In fact, I tried to
stay as detached as possible from the group and the publicity it entailed.
Sometimes I think that this hurt Lance’s feelings, but he never really
said so. I wanted to keep the kids
away from the harsh things the media could say.
Of course, it was common knowledge that Lance was married and had kids,
but so far I had managed to keep them out of all the newspapers and tabloids
almost totally. Lance knew that
this was important to me and he felt the same way about the kids, which is why
he never said anything to me to try and change my mind.
We would fly to wherever he was 5 or 6 times during each tour, but we
usually only went when they were in one area for a few days.
As for the topic itself, we tried to steer clear of it altogether in our
conversations. It was hard
sometimes, because we communicated with each other really well. He could always tell when I got jealous of some girl flirting
with him. It usually didn’t
bother me because I knew that he was coming home to me.
But sometimes, there would be a certain way about how one particular girl
went after him that would get me in a practically murderous frame of mind.
I would get mad and stomp about the house for days, and when I talked to
him on the phone, my tone would be sharp. He
could tell, of course, but never chastised me for it.
He was a very understanding and loving man.
We sat by the pool talking and watching the kids play for the rest of the
afternoon. Then I went in to cook
supper for the four of us and he played with the kids until it was done.
We only ate out a couple of times during the weeks while Lance was at home. We cherished our time together as a family and kept it private. We dutifully made appearances at functions with the other guys’ families of course, and Lance’s mother and father came to visit each time he was at home. They understood it was hard to travel with the children. He had only gotten home today though, and would be here for three weeks, so they weren’t coming until the beginning of his last week home. We had made plans for the children to visit my mother and stepfather this weekend so that we could have some time alone together. I looked forward to it. I didn’t want to deprive the children of spending time with him, but he and I seldom got to be alone any more, and I would sacrifice a couple of days to have that. The days passed quickly and on Friday morning, my mom came to pick up the kids.
“Thanks for taking them mom.” I
told her while I was helping her load their bags in her car.
Lance had gone to the studio and wouldn’t be back until after noon.
“You’re welcome Melly.” She
put her arm around my shoulders. “I
know you miss your husband more than you let on.”
She gave me a knowing smile.
I smiled at the little girl nickname and nodded my head.
The bags were loaded. I
hugged her, then kissed Faith and Tristan.
“You guys be good for grammy okay.”
“We will Mommy.” Faith
told me and gave me the routine butterfly kisses.
“Otay.” Tristan said in
his little boy voice. He grinned
and kissed me on the nose. I stood
in the driveway and watched them until they were a tiny speck on the road.
Then I went in the house and turned on the radio.
It was only 9:30am and Lance wasn’t due back for at least three hours.
I cleaned the house from top to bottom.
It didn’t take much time, because the maid we had come twice a week did
an excellent job. When I was done,
I went upstairs to our bathroom and drew myself a warm bubble bath.
I lit some candles and poured
in some scented oils Lance had brought me from France. I turned off the light so
that the room was bathed only in the glow of the candels and sank into the
luxurious heat. I closed my eyes
and must have drifted off to sleep because when I opened them, Lance was
standing in the doorway watching me with a lecherous smile on his face.
“How long have you been standing there?”
I asked.
“About five minutes I guess.” He
told me. “But you looked so
peaceful I couldn’t bear to disturb you.”
There was love shining in his eyes, but they were riveted to my chest
where my breasts were half visible above the bubbles.
Noticing the heat in his gaze, I lifted my arms.
“Would you like to join me?”
The corners of his mouth twitched and he removed his clothes slowly, knowing that I was watching his every move. He took his shirt off first, revealing his muscular chest and trim waistline. His jeans followed his shirt to his floor, and he stood there in his boxer shorts for a moment, making sure that I saw his erection stretching against the fabric. Then he removed them as well and sank into the garden tub between my legs.
“Melloria.” He
whispered.
“Yes?” I was whispering
myself, caught up in the eroticism of the moment.
“Do you know how much I love you?”
He didn’t give me time to answer, lowering his lips to mine.
I moaned softly, intense pleasure engulfing my body.
We expored each other’s bodies as if for the first time.
Our hands and lips roaming over every curve and crease.
The water was still warm and seemed to grow hot as our passion grew.
He pulled back and held my gaze with his as he entered me gently.
Once he was inside me, he began to move slowly.
I rose my hips to meet his, trying to keep the pace slow.
Our moans filled the steamy room as we made love.
He sank back in the tub, pulling me on top.
I rode him slowly, just as I knew he liked.
His limbs seemed to melt under me, he was enjoying himself so much.
His lips tighted and I knew he was getting close to the edge.
His hands came up out of the water and he grabbed my rear, urging me to
go faster. I did as he wished and
soon we were both moaning each other’s names and collasping against each other
in the water. We held to each other
tightly until our breathing slowed a little.
I looked and realized my hands and feet were getting pruney.
Rinsing myself off one more time, I stepped out of the tub and grabbed my
robe. Lance lay there watching me
in the candlelight.
“Aren’t you going to get out?”
I asked him, my voice still husky from our lovemaking.
“Yes dear.” He replied
and smiled. He stepped out and I
started to dry him off. I could
tell that he was enjoying it, though I didn’t know how much until I noticed
him growing hard again. I looked up
at him.
“Why Lance Bass, you are a frisky one tonight.”
He pulled me up to stand beside him and kissed me. I sighed as his tongue entered my mouth, forgetting about the
towel I was holding. I was already
growing wet again. He undid my robe
and pushed it off my shoulders. I
pressed my body to his and grinned to myself as he drew in his breath.
He brought his hand to my breast, cupping it’s fullness in his palm.
He stroked my nipple for a moment til he felt it harden, then moved to
the other one and did the same. He
put one hand between my legs and felt that I was ready for him again. He lifted me up and I circled his waist with my legs and
clasped them behind his back. He
impaled me on him and moved me up and down himself, quickly this time.
It took us both only a few minutes to reach our climaxes and he set me
back down on the floor. He kissed me one more time and got in the shower to rinse
off. I went into the bedroom and
found some clean boxers for him, bringing them back into the bathroom. He was already out and drying himself off.
“Thanks babe.” He said
as I handed him his shorts and kissed me on the cheek.
I slapped him on the butt and got into the shower myself.
When I got out, he was in the bedroom getting dressed.
“You better hurry dear, we have reservations in an hour and a half.”
He told me and left the room so I could put on my make-up and stuff.