Several weeks later I was in Los Angeles for the Rolling Stone photo shoot. She'd already done the interview for the article and said it went well. After the shoot, I went back to the hotel and just put my nose in a book. There was a knock on my door while I was lying on the bed. I slowly got up and walked over to the door. On the other side was my girl in a robe. "Hi," I smiled.
"Hi," she replied lustfully. She slowly stepped inside and I closed the door behind her. "I had a question for you."
"Shoot," I told her, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
I watched in amazement as she dropped the robe to the floor and revealed her entirely nude self to my eyes. She walked right up next to me and said, "Do I taste good?"
I gawked, but only for a moment. "Do you wanna know what you taste like?" She nodded. I reached between her legs and found her already moist to my touch. I dipped inside and massaged her walls for a moment. I withdrew my sticky wet fingers and slowly stood up placing my fingers on her lips. She opened her mouth and my finger inside, tasting herself.
I pulled my finger from her mouth and looked into her eyes. That’s all I had to do to convince her to take me into her arms. She tossed me on the bed, kissing me passionately. I could still taste her on her lips and I greedily sucked on them until they were dry. We then curled up in bed to talk, being that was where we talked the best.
“So do you really think they’ll run those pictures?” I asked my lover, as I propped myself up on my elbow to gaze at her.
“Of course they’ll run them,” she whispered into my lips as she kissed me. “I really hope they do a good job with the story. I mean, they’ve done wonders with the Boys and all.”
I nodded, pulling away from her slightly. “I know what you mean. I certainly wasn’t expecting the last article, but it was what they needed, that was for sure.” In that article, four of the five appeared with several “nude” women. Brian opted not to do the shot. I always wound up defending the picture as being artistic and not trashy. And the article, well, it painted the Boys as what they were: men. It wasn’t saying they were sugar coated or anything. Some part of me wanted the same thing for Krystal’s first cover. This was a huge step for her, even more so than the MTV award.
We stayed up and talked for a while longer and then I finally got undressed and crawled under the covers with my girlfriend. As I lay there cradled in her arms, I thought that nothing could tear us apart. We had been through so much and there wasn’t anything left, or so I thought.
* * *
I was at the radio station one Saturday afternoon several weeks after the photo shoot, trying to figure out what to do for the coming weeks shows. I wasn’t out of ideas, I just wanted new sounds, so I was downloading sounds from the Internet onto the computer there at the station. We were semi-digital, still having CD players and even a record player somewhere, but most of our stuff was on computer now, including sound effects. As I was coming out of the booth and into the lobby, I noticed the magazines on the table. There were a couple of Billboards and several Rolling Stones including the latest issue. Because the station had a subscription, the magazine came on Fridays; it hit newsstands usually the following Monday. I glanced at the cover and saw my face along with Krystal’s. I was floored. She hadn’t even called me to say that it was coming out. I picked up the magazine and sank down into a nearby chair. On the cover, Krystal and I were barely dressed in halter tops and short leather skirts. My head was lying on her left shoulder and her head on top of mine. We each had an arm flung around the other and were looking quite daringly at the camera. The title on the magazine read: BSB’s Bi Bunny. I almost gawked at the article, but decided it was just some writer trying to be funny with alliteration.
I flipped open the magazine and thumbed through the pages until I came to another picture of Krystal and I, this time I was sitting on the floor with my legs sticking out in front of me. Krystal was standing over me looking over her shoulder at the camera. I had my left hand on her right thigh and I was looking around her left thigh at the camera. The article was titled “Krystal’s Krazi Konnection.” I found it catchy, being on Krystal’s first and second album, she changed all the words that began with “C” to “K.” But then I started reading. I couldn’t believe what I was reading.
