Krystal placed a hand on Brian's cheek and patted him quickly. "Thank you Littrell. You just scared my girl." She then let go of him and came over to give me a hug. I shied away from her, afraid. "Don't worry Becca. It's just an act. Brian bugs me about my height. This is my little revenge. I would never hurt anyone." I allowed her to hug me, feeling the sincerity in her grip. They were just playing. "I would never hurt you," she said, running her hand over my long dark hair. I buried my head on her shoulder, still shaking slightly. Noticing this, she commented, "I think I'm gonna take her back to her room. I think you spooked her Brian."
Brian shrugged and apologized. I didn't really hear him. Krystal led me out of the room and back to my hotel. Unlocking my door she helped me inside. I was such an emotional sap. I hoped Krystal wasn't bothered by my emotionality. "How 'bout a bath to calm you down?" she asked me. I nodded slowly as I followed her into the bathroom. Starting the bath water, I carefully stepped out of my clothes, not even caring that Krystal was there and that she had never seen me naked before. I watched as she added shampoo to the warm water to make me a bubble bath. As the water rose in the porcelain tub, I used her arm as support, climbing in. She kneeled down on the floor near the tub and carefully spooned water over my body. "Becca," she said softly, pouring the water over my shoulders. "Believe me, I would never hurt someone, especially you."
I closed my eyes before looking up at her and sinking further down in the tub. "But you used a similar line on me," I confessed my fear into the tiny room.
"Aw, Babe, I'm sorry." The look on her face brought tears to my eyes. She took her right hand and used her thumb to wipe away the tears that were starting to fall. Her hand then moved down my now wet body to my breast; that same one she favored. Rolling my flesh around in her hand, she quickly managed to bring my nipple to a hard peak. I figured she would continue to torture me as she slid her hand down my slick stomach. I moaned at her touch and tilted my head back. Her hand slipped into the water and I was pure ready for those long piano fingers to enter me, but they didn't. Instead, they rested on my thigh and stayed there. I opened my eyes and she simply shook her head at me. I reached up with my wet right hand and interlocked my fingers with those on her left hand. I really did admire her long fingers. They allowed her to reach one key beyond an octave comfortably without straining. I also had long fingers, but could only cover an octave, mainly because I had a small palm. She leaned over the edge of the tub and caught my lips with hers. She was never forceful in her kisses, never demanding, but there was always some hidden desire that was there. It made her mysterious to me and I loved it. I was very open with my kisses. Not open mouthed, just open in what I wanted. Before too long, Krystal was urging me out of the tub and into a towel. We never broke the kiss, almost as if it were our lifeline. She walked us over to the bed and pushed me down, gently pulling open the towel. I wasn't about to let her get away with me being the only one unclothed. I reached under her shirt and quickly pulled it up, breaking the kiss only long enough to take the material completely off of her body. I then went to work on slipping her bra off. One good thing about being a girl was that I knew how to get a bra off without looking. When I finally had the wretched article of clothing off of her, we broke for air. Breathing was beginning to be laborious.
I slid down on the bed and caught her left nipple in my mouth. She was on her hands and knees above me and I managed to look up at her, while reverting to my child-like state and suckling on her. She was obviously enjoying this, as her eyes were closed, her mouth open. She wasn't emitting any sound, only rapid breaths were passing beyond her lips. I detached myself from her and inched my way back up onto the pillow. "Why'd you stop?" she breathed.
"Because I think we need a nap," I commented, kissing her cheek. She smiled back at me and rolled over onto her side. Pulling me up against her bare chest, she kissed the top of my head complying with my request.
We slept for a couple hours, completely comfortable cradled in each other's arms. When I woke up, I found myself alone in the room. Krystal and her clothes were nowhere to be found. At first I thought I had dreamed it, but then I found a note on the nightstand.
I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was a little after four in the afternoon. I had about three hours to kill and I had to figure out what to wear. I quickly threw on a pair of thong underwear and a matching lace bra and started digging through my clothes. Half an hour later I was dressed in what I was looking for. It was a pair of black capri pants and a yellow Backstreet Boys tanktop. I sat down on the bed and started reading in my latest paperback novel. This month it was a science-fiction novel.
When I glanced at the clock again, it was almost seven. That was what I loved about reading; the time just disappeared. I got up and headed down to the lobby.
Sitting there in the lobby on her cell phone was the little woman I was falling for. Her black hair was spiked in the way I liked it. She was wearing a red backless top and tight black pants that showed off every curve on her body. Her silver cross hung around her neck like always and she was tapping her foot impatiently. When she glimpsed me come off the elevator she quickly got off the phone and stood up. I wanted to gawk; I wanted to stare, but maintained my composure. She smiled when she saw me and then looked me over once. She shook her head slowly, placing her hands on her hips. "Becca, Becca, Becca," she scolded. "Becca, we're going out to dinner and to a club. Did I forget to mention that it was a nice restaurant?"
I laughed, "Yeah you kinda did."
Krystal handed me her jacket, saying, "Here, this will help. Not going to make it perfect, but at least we'll make our dinner reservations."
I sighed, slipping her long black jacket on. "Are you criticizing my clothes? Don't I look nice to you?"
"You always look nice to me," she replied. "I guess it was partly my fault. And you just don't have my fashion sense." I pushed her as we walked out the door. "What?" she laughed. "You don't." I just shook my head as we walked down the street towards the nearby restaurant. Over dinner we talked about her new album and the tracks she had laid down. She asked how I was handling this long distance thing and I admitted that it was okay. At least we were seeing each other every so often and talking as much as we could.
After dinner, we were picked up by a driver and taken over to Club Tabu. Getting in was easy, especially since we were on the guest list. We were ushered back to the VIP lounge and hung out with the guys until about midnight. Brian was trying his hardest to be nice to me, but he was trying, I did have to give him that. When I left a few days later, I felt good about where the relationship was and where it was going. Things had been kept low key and no one in the media knew that Krystal was dating anyone, especially a woman, but all that was about to change come fall.
