CHAPTER 19

Nick was worried about Kevin.

Mutt had called Brian’s house and told them about Tristan completing the mixes and that there was really nothing more for them to do until they sat down with the label to select the tracks for the album. Mutt had tried to call Kevin, but there had been no answer. “Take off!” Mutt had said.

They had finished a little sooner than expected thanks to Tristan’s extra efforts and, as a result, would have more time to spend with their families at Christmas. Brian had relayed the news to Nick who headed for Kevin’s to pick up his things and return to Tampa. It was December 18.

When Nick got to Kevin’s house, it was just past noon and he had found Kevin passed out on the living room sofa. An empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s was on the coffee table beside a glass half filled with the amber liquid. He heard music coming from the stereo, some classical piece, and when the music had ended, the tape rewound, began again and he heard Tristan’s voice.

Nick shut off the tape and tried to rouse Kevin. He’d never known him to drink to this point and he wondered what had happened to make him do it now.

“Come on, Kev. Let’s go upstairs.”

No answer.

“Kev! Wake up! It’s the middle of the day, man! Get up!”

Kevin mumbled incoherently but made no effort to move.

“Tristan!”, Nick called. “I need some help here!”

“She’s gone.”

Nick looked down at Kevin who had opened his eyes. He still made no effort to move, however.

“What are you talking about, Kevin?”

“Are you fucking deaf? I said she’s gone!”

“Gone where?”

“I don’t know. Back to Virginia, I guess.”

“What do you mean, ‘you guess’?”

“I mean I guess! She left this morning before I got up. She left a note and said she was leaving. That’s all I know.”

Kevin rolled back over on the sofa.

“I think you know more than that!”, Nick yelled. “Get the fuck up! What’s going on here? What happened? He paused. “Did you hurt Tristan?”

“Nothing happened.” Kevin mumbled into the sofa cushion. “Absolutely nothing!” Then he chuckled. The chuckle became a laugh and Nick became a little frightened.

“I’m calling Brian!”, Nick threatened.

Kevin rolled back over and looked at him, still laughing.

“Oh, please do that! The little ‘Master of Morality’ will be so proud of his cousin. To think - she left here as innocent as the day she arrived! Brian’s famous lectures about clean living have finally made an impression on me!” He laughed again, still a little drunk.

Nick reached down and yanked Kevin up by his arms and slid his own arm around Kevin’s waist, lifting him to a standing position. This wasn’t easy, but Kevin seemed weak and wasn’t putting up much of a fight.

“Where are we going?” Kevin asked, puzzled, like he wasn’t sure where he was.

“We’re gonna take a shower now, Kev.”

“Naw.....I’m going to bed.”

“Later Right now you need to sober up a little. Now come on!”

***********

Nick threw Kevin into the shower, turned on the cold water full blast and then leaned against the shower door so Kevin couldn’t get out.

“SHIT!”, Kevin screamed as the icy water hit him. “Let me outta here Nick!”

Nick continued to lean against the door, saying nothing.

“You God damned little motherfucker! Let me out of this fucking shower!”

Silence.

“I’ll bust the God damned door down!”, Kevin threatened, screaming.

Silence.

“Okay, okay......” Kevin spoke more calmly now. “I’m good now, Nick. I’m okay. Come on and let me out. I’m freezing in here!”

“Then turn on some hot water, dumb ass.”, Nick said and left the bathroom to go downstairs, put on some coffee and call Brian.

************

Nick and Brian were sitting at the kitchen table when Kevin came downstairs. They stopped talking to look at him as he walked past them to the coffee pot and poured himself a mug. Kevin stood at the sink with the mug in his hands, looking out of the window, saying nothing

“Feeling better, cuz?”, Brian asked, turning to look toward Kevin standing there.

“Yeah. Just great.”

“Yeah, you looked real great an hour ago, Kev.” Nick said.

Kevin turned quickly. “Shut up, you little piss-ant!”

Nick looked away.

“What’s going on, Kev?” Brian was serious but his tone was sympathetic.

“Jesus Christ!” Kevin shouted, slamming down his coffee. “What’s the big deal? The album’s done-she’s gone home-the end!”

Silence filled the room until Nick piped up again.

“Nice tape in the stereo, Kev. I didn’t know you were into classical music.”

“You listened to that? That was personal, you nosey bastard!”

“Calm down, Kev” Brian stepped between the two. “Did you and Tris have a fight?”

“No.”

“Then what happened?”, Brian asked again.

Kevin sighed and rubbed his stubble. He leaned against the counter and tried to form some sort of explanation. He could only come up with the honest one.

“I fucked up.”, he stated simply. “As usual.”

“How did you mess things up with Tris, Kev?” Brian had noticeably changed Kevin’s choice of words.

Kevin stopped and paused for a few moments. He seemed unable to respond.

“You love her, don’t you?” Brian asked.

Both pairs of eyes were on him, awaiting an answer, but Kevin was silent.

“Look, Kevin,” Brian spoke again, standing up and moving towards his cousin. “We’re not blind.”

Nick couldn’t keep quiet. “Yeah, Kevin. We’ll leave that handicap to you. You’re so good at that ‘blind thing’.”

Brian turned back to Nick and gave him a ‘shut-up look, but it was too late.

“What’s that supposed to mean, pecker-head?” Kevin started toward Nick.

“Just that you couldn’t see your own dick if it was hanging around your neck!” Nick shot back.

Kevin was pissed. “There are some things you know nothing about, Nick. Tris had some personal problems she had to deal with and.....”

“You mean the rape?” Nick interrupted.

Kevin looked at Nick in shock as Brian’s eyes dropped to the floor.

“How do you know about that?” Kevin hissed.

“Me and Brian were talking to this lawyer type from BMG and he asked about her. Said he was glad to see her getting back to work after locking herself up for so long. Said people in their classical division had been so upset when they heard about her being raped and all. How brutal it was and stuff.”

Kevin whirled back to Brian.

“You know about this, too?”

Brian nodded.

“Who the hell else knows?”

“I told Leighanne...” Brian answered. “That’s all.”

“I haven’t said anything.” Nick said.

“Jesus.....” Kevin sat down. “Tris doesn’t want anyone to know what happened to her.”

Brian shook his head. “Well, some people do know. It was only a matter of time before the facts drifted from classical to the other departments. It’s not like she did anything wrong, Kev.”, Brian said, putting his hand on Kevin’s shoulder.

“God dammit, Brian!” Kevin yelled, jumping out of the chair. “Don’t you think I know that?”

Brian looked into Kevin’s face. “Then why did she leave, Kev? You said that you messed up. Did you try to push her into something she wasn’t ready for? I know that she really cared for you. Even Mutt could see that.”

“Mutt? What did he have to say about Tris and me?”

“Just that Tris seemed happy around you. That she had - I think he put it - ‘come back to life’.”

“I didn’t push her, Brian. I stayed away from her ‘that’ way. Far away. I only made one pass and then I backed off. She wasn’t ready.”

“How do you know that?” Brian asked. Did she tell you that? Maybe she was ready.”

“It just wasn’t gonna work - that’s all.”

“She’s not good enough for you, Kev?” Nick spat out at Kevin. “Didn’t have the ‘expertise’ that a man of your vast experience demands?”

Kevin leaped at Nick grabbing him by the collar and holding tight so that Nick couldn’t move.

“What’s the matter, Nick? You wanted to ‘teach’ her a few things so she’d be up to speed?” Kevin screamed in his face.

“You mean like I was gonna do the night you burst through the door?” Now Nick was pissed. “Look shit-head, I think she loves your cracker ass, but I figure either you made her feel like she wasn’t good enough for you or you made her feel like she was ‘damaged goods’.”

Kevin let go of Nick’s collar and took a step back.

“Damaged goods? She doesn’t realize that I know what happened to her.” He spoke softly now. “She thinks Mutt is the only one who knows about her.”

Kevin’s temper was finally burning itself out.

Brian looked intently at his cousin. “Do you want her back?”

Kevin returned the gaze evenly. “Yes, Brian, I do. She’s the one...”, he said quietly.

Nick chuckled to help ease the tension. “Well, man, I’m not the expert in ‘fuck ups’ that you are, but I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that you know what it is that you need to do.”

CHAPTER 20

That afternoon Kevin tried his best to construct a masterful plan that would get Tristan back to Orlando and, hopefully, back to him. It had been a relief for him to finally admit how he feels and not how he wanted to feel or should feel. Nick had made it sound like the solution was obvious but it seemed to escape Kevin. He couldn’t bring himself to ask Nick what he meant by ‘know what you need to do’. After all Nick was the baby. Was is the defining word here.

Nick was grown. He had seen no less of the world than the other guys. Although specific experiences may have come to him later, he was catching up fast. The thing that they teased him about the most was actually one of his greatest assets. His ‘blond’ moments, his failure to understand the complexities of some situations, were misperceptions. Nick appeared simple because his solutions to problems often were simple. Simple, uncomplicated and almost always right on target. He had a wonderful way of slicing off the fat and getting down to the meat of the matter. Kevin had only recently begun to appreciate this quality. I must of raised him right, after all. I’d just like to know where the fuck he picked up that gutter mouth!

What would Nick do if he were in this situation? The answer came quickly and was painfully obvious. Nick would just ‘go to her and tell her like it is’! Kevin was planning to leave for Kentucky on the 23rd. He would fly into Lexington that afternoon and would have to be back in Orlando by the 27th for scheduled charity benefits and rehearsals for the New Year’s Eve show. That gave him only a very small window of time to see his family, do Christmas, get his ass to Virginia, find Tristan and convince her to come back into his life.

Kevin spent the 21st doing his Christmas shopping. On the 22nd, all of the guys were to meet with Mutt and record execs to finalize track selection for he album. Everyone had made a mental list of which tracks they felt should be included. They met in studio offices around a conference table upon which sat a reel-to-reel so that tracks could be played back and analyzed if there was any controversy over the selections.

The group was surprised to see that Mike had flown in for the occasion, taking the red-eye from LA the previous night. The record label marketed the music but Mike marketed the boys and he wanted to be sure that the songs selected wouldn’t interfere with their high image quotients.

Most selections were agreed upon readily. There was some trepidation about ‘Show Me the Meaning’ (downer), ‘Spanish Eyes ‘(too cultural), and ‘The Perfect Fan’ (syrupy). Differences were ironed out, compromises were made and before the end of the day, the Backstreet Boys had a new album. All they needed to do now was a photo shoot for the cover and booklet and write their liner notes.

Mike decided to take his clients out to dinner to celebrate and while Brian declined because he and Leighanne were flying to Kentucky that night, the others agreed to meet him later at a local restaurant. Kevin was the last to arrive and walked into the restaurant to find the group talking and laughing. When Kevin reached the table, they were discussing production and Tristan’s efforts to get the tracks done ahead of schedule.

“I guess it was convenient for her staying at the complex then. I hear the apartments are really nice,” Mike smiled Nick picked up his water and took a sip. “Oh, she didn’t stay there. Kevin played host for the month.”

Mike’s martini stopped midway to his mouth. “What do you mean? She stayed with Kevin?” He looked in Kevin’s direction. “She lived with him?”

Howie laughed at Mike’s insinuation while Kevin chuckled uncomfortably. Nick and AJ glanced in each other’s direction, each feeling a slight change in the play of the conversation. Mike’s concerns had reached a new depth. No one had reported this to him. He could have nipped this in the bud! He was going to have to crack some heads at BSB headquarters! His stoolies were doing a lousy job.

“Why didn’t Tris come to the meeting today?” Mike asked trying to be casual as he waved the waiter over to take their orders.

“She’s gone home for Christmas.” Nick answered. “Right, Kev?”

“Right.” Kevin played with his napkin.

“Is she coming back here after the holidays?”, Mike asked, watching Kevin fidget. Then he added, laughing, “Hell, I don’t guess there’s any reason for her to come back here is there? She’ll probably stay in Virginia or maybe get back to her piano.” He paused. “Hey, I’ll bet I could arrange some concert dates for her. Wouldn’t that be great?”

Kevin just tapped his water glass. He wasn’t all that comfortable with the idea of Tristan touring.

“Kev?”

“Yeah, great,” he said as he continued to tap.

“Should I give her a call, then?”

Damn, he’s being so generous... AJ was getting a bad vibe.

“Kev’s gonna go to see her over Christmas, aren’t you Kev?” Nick grinned at his older bandmate. “He can tell her.”

“Really?” Mike was staring into the candle flame. “Why?... I mean, isn’t Virginia going to be a little out of your way?”

“I’ll manage.”, Kevin answered.

No,I think I’ll have to start managing this... Mike raised his glass and smiled at his guests. “Well then, let’s have a toast - to a very merry Christmas!”

**************

Tristan arrived home on the 21st of December. She could have been there sooner, but why? She had taken her time, stopping along the way to slowly distance herself from Orlando and Kevin. A slow decompression..

When she got to her house, she just sat in the car and looked at it for a few minutes. It didn’t seem like home anymore. It seemed more like jail and she felt no relief at being there. Grabbing a couple of suitcases, she made her way to the door, brushing dried leaves off the stoop with her foot, and went in. The little house was dark and dusty an she already felt claustrophobic. It wasn’t too cold for December, so she opened some windows to let in some light and a little fresh air and then went to the back porch. She sat in one of the rockers and looked out at the water trying to picture the future. Unfortunately, all she could think about was the past. As she tried to consider some of the concert offers she had received, her thoughts would immediately run to what she imagined Kevin’s opinion of them would be. “I have got to stop this!” she said out loud.

Tristan left the porch and entered the house. She picked up the phone and dialed her agent’s number.

“Patrick?” she smiled into the phone. “I’ve decided to take that date in Charleston.”

After settling the details, Tristan went back to the porch, hoping she hadn’t been too impulsive. She didn’t feel that her heart was really in this, but she had to move on. Her heart would just have to catch up.

****************

Kevin arrived in Lexington on the afternoon of the 23rd and Tim picked him up at the airport. They laughed and chatted on the way home but Tim felt that Kevin was preoccupied. He just wasn’t quite all there.

“Tris get home okay?” Tim asked, trying to make conversation, glancing in Kevin’s direction.

Kevin was looking straight ahead. “I guess.”

“She have any big holiday plans?”

Kevin thought of Mutt’s description of holidays in the Mallory household and winced a little.

“Probably.”

He was mentally comparing her Christmases to the Richardson celebrations and he remembered how much she had seemed to enjoy the Thanksgiving meal and conversation.

When they arrived at his mother’s house, Kevin was immediately whisked inside, properly hugged and forced to the table to begin the customary pig fest. Anne tended to get a little testy if she saw that her boys weren’t eating large amounts of food. After dinner, Tim and his family went home and Jerald left the room to make a phone call. “His lady friend.”, Anne had said. Kevin helped his mother clear the table and clean up the kitchen. This had become somewhat of a ritual between them, a time when they could catch up a little without interruption. But Kevin wasn’t saying much this time. He didn’t seem angry or sad - maybe he was just tired. Ann knew that the boys’ schedule had been tight and there was little let up in sight. She and her sister-in-law had often discussed the lifestyle of the group and worried about their sons’ mental and physical health.

“Anything wrong, Pumpkin?"

Kevin smiled at her use of his pet name.

“I’ve just got a few things on my mind, Mom. I’m okay.”

“Want to talk?” Anne put down her dishtowel and gestured to the kitchen table. There had been so many talks there.

“Not tonight , Mom. I’m a little tired. Tomorrow, Okay?”

“Alright, baby. You get to bed and I’ll see you in the morning.”

Anne turned her face up to Kevin and puckered. He caught the signal and automatically bent down to receive his kiss goodnight.

Christmas eve was chilly enough to warrant lighting the fireplace. There had been some warm Christmases lately, so this simple act of setting fire to a pile of logs seemed to add to the holiday spirit. Friends and relatives dropped by all day long. Food was served and gobbled up, carols were sung, stories were told. Kevin watched Tim with his family, Jerald with his ‘lady friend’, Brian with Leighanne and felt like the proverbial third wheel. Anne noticed this bit of melancholy and called Kevin back to the kitchen.

“Okay, sweetie, what’s on your mind? It wouldn’t happen to be Tristan, would it?"

Damn, his mother was sharp. Kevin took a breath and let out a long sigh. This was as good a time as any.

“I need to go find her, Mom.”

“Find her? You don’t know where she is?” Anne sounded alarmed.

“I guess she’s in Virginia, Mom. I just need to go get her...I mean...talk to her.”

Ann looked at her son. “What happened, honey?”

The saga of Kevin’s last two months with Tristan began to pour out of his mouth. That simple question from his mother had opened the floodgates of his heart. He told her as much as he could about what had happened between them and how he felt about Tristan. He couldn’t disclose all of the details, of course. He didn’t want his mother to get any wrong impressions.

Anne looked at her son and smiled to herself. She knew that he was omitting the more personal events. Children, especially male children, never seem to consider that their parents know about such things as passion or needs, both physical and emotional. They seemed to think that they really were found in a cabbage patch.

“What do you want to do, Kevin.?”

“Brian and I need to be back in Orlando by the 27th which means we’ll have to leave on the 26th. That’s only the day after tomorrow.”

Anne shook her head. “Not much time.”

“I called the airlines and they can get me on a flight from Richmond to Orlando at 4 PM on the 26th. That means I’ll have to get to Virginia, find her and get to Richmond I’d have to leave in the middle of the night, tomorrow night.” Kevin paused to study his mother’s face. “I’m sorry, Mom. I wanted to stay longer, but I have to do this.”

“I think it’s a bad idea, Kevin.”

Kevin looked at his mother sadly. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings. He knew that she had been looking forward to this holiday With the band’s success, they were able to see less and less of each other.

“Do you, Mom?” His voice broke a little.

“Yes, baby, I do. You should be on your way by Christmas afternoon. Don’t wait until the 26th. I’m afraid you’ll kill yourself on the road!”

Kevin looked at his mother feeling so much love and gratitude he thought his heart would burst.

“Thank you, Mama.” he whispered and hugged her tightly.

They both turned when they heard Brian come into the kitchen.

“Don’t worry about him, Aunt Anne. Leighanne and I will go with him. You know, take turns driving, make him stop to sleep and eat - all that healthy stuff,” Brian grinned at them.

“Jackie won’t like this Brian.” Anne said flatly.

“Ma? Shoot, she’s a sucker for love - she won’t care!”

Phone calls were made, reservations and car rental arranged and maps were purchased. At four o’ clock on Christmas day, Kevin, Brian and Leighanne were on their way through the mountains and on towards the Chesapeake Bay of Virginia. They had figured on eleven hours of drive time, two for meals and eight for sleep. They would need two more hours to get to the airport from Tristan’s which left only one small hour to find Tristan and try to talk to her. If they couldn’t find her or if she wasn’t home, they’d be screwed.

CHAPTER 21

So far the threesome had managed to keep to their frantic timetable. They were coming into Lancaster County, Virginia just before one PM and now had a very short amount of time to find Tristan.

Kevin looked at their location on the map and saw a small county that seemed to be filled with little towns and crossroads with names like Boogy Neck, Black Stump and Nuttsville. He remembered Tristan talking about White Fences Farm and the fact that it was on the Bay. They decided to head due east until they got closer to water and then they would stop and ask some locals where she might be found. In small communities like this, everyone knew everyone.

Brian, Leighanne and Kevin pulled into a convenience store in an attempt to gather information. Convenience stores had replaced the old fashioned hardware store as a meeting place for the men to gather and exchange gossip and to talk. Now, instead of sitting on stools around a stove, they sat on benches around a Coke machine.

Kevin climbed out of the rented Jeep and walked up to an old man who was bending over, patting the head of a three-legged dog.

“Excuse me, sir?”

The old man looked up at Kevin and gave him the once over. He frowned when he saw the goatee and practically slapped himself when he spotted Kevin’s diamond studs. He was certain that he was looking at some dangerous criminal type, probably a homo, judging from the jewelry. He recalled his wife nagging him for some diamond ear bobs.

“Yeah?”

“I’m looking for a woman named Tristan Mallory. Do you know her?”

The old man hesitated. “Yeah”......

“Can you tell me how to get to her house?”

“Nope. Can’t do that.”

“You don’t know where she lives?”

“Yeah....I reckon I know,”

“But you won’t tell me how to find her.”

“Nope.”

“May I ask why not?”

“If she’d wanted your kind to find her, she’d told you where she lives.”

Kevin paused wondering how to get past this. He looked over at Brian who was tapping his watch.

“It’s a surprise visit!” Kevin tried to sound cheerful.

“Surprises ain’t much fun after about the fourth grade.”

“Please...." Kevin stopped and then shrugged his shoulders. "Well, maybe someone inside can help me.”

Kevin turned to the door and saw the old man in the glass. He was peering into the store window at the clerk, shaking his head and pointing at Kevin. Shit... . Then he had a brainstorm. He turned back to the old man and pointed to Brian and Leighanne who were standing by the Jeep and getting antsy.

“She’s her cousin!”

“Cousin!?..... Old man Mallory ain’t got no kin!” He thought Leighanne looked kinda ‘fast’.

“Oh....Oh, yeah! Her mother’s side!”

The old man scratched in his ear and then checked to see if he had snagged anything.

“Could be, I guess. She was a come-here. Didn’t know her people.”

The old man looked Kevin up and down again. He had at least been polite, saying ‘sir’ and all. You didn’t hear that much from chaps these days. He seemed like a nice enough fella, even if he was a homo. Probably one of those pansy types. The other fella looked okay though. Tristan was a piano player. This guy was probably one of those ‘artsy’ types - some kind of beatnik.

“Okay, I’ll tell’ya. But I better not hear of no trouble down there at White Fences!”

He gave some directions and Kevin practically kissed his ass. The three left and headed for White Fences Farm. They had thirty minutes left.

By the time they had found the farm, ten more minutes had elapsed. Tristan didn’t live in the main house but in a smaller house on the property. Kevin spotted her house through the trees, recognizing it by the bright red door he had heard her describe. He hoped to God that she was home. They were out of time.

By the time Brian and Leighanne had climbed out of the car, Kevin was already barreling up the stone walkway to her house like a madman. He hit the stoop and started pounding on the door with his fist.

“Tristan - open up! It’s me - Kevin!”

There was no answer.

“TRISTAN! Please, baby - open the door!” He was screaming now.

The house was quiet.

“Jesus, please. TRIS!!”

Tristan was on the back porch when she heard the screaming at her door. She couldn’t discern any of the words piercing the air and she didn’t know what was happening. She ran through the trees to the side of her house and saw a Jeep parked by her gate. She didn’t recognize it and so she hid behind a large oak and slowly peeped around its trunk. She couldn’t believe her eyes! She actually rubbed them, trying to dispel the illusion. For one split second she thought she must have lost her mind. Brian and Leighanne were standing beside the Jeep and looking towards her front door!

The screaming and banging began again.

“TRISTAN! Come on, baby.....”

Tristan jerked her eyes towards the house. She stepped from behind the tree and stood staring at Kevin. She was in a state of mild shock and very confused. She thought he was supposed to be in Kentucky.

Kevin turned his head towards the Jeep and caught sight of Tristan. He had the look of a wild animal. She was speechless and unable to move. He ran over to her and grabbed her arms, tightly squeezing them. It hurt.

“Tris, baby...I have to talk to you...please...I’m sorry...sorry.....” Kevin was breathing hard and had an air of desperation about him.

Tristan tried to pull away from him. She was alarmed and apprehensive.

“What are you doing here Kevin? What do you want?”

“I only have a few minutes, Tris. Please....”

“What do you want?” she repeated, her voice rising.

He was breathing more evenly now, but his eyes had become hard. He put his hand up, signaling her to calm down and be quiet. Kevin paused for a moment.

“I want you, Tris.”

She was incredulous. “Let go of me!”

Kevin dropped his hands and took a step back. His eyes darkened.

“I want you.” He sounded impatient and his voice had developed an edge.

“You made it clear, Kevin, that you don’t want me and.......”

“God dammit!” he interrupted. “Don’t tell me what I want, Tris!”

“I won’t Kevin because, God knows, I don’t know, and I don’t think you know either!”

“I know what I want.” His voice was now low and even, but his face had become angry.

“Then please tell me, Kevin! I really have no idea!”

Kevin stepped towards her, forcing her back up against the tree. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned into her like he was going to hug her. His mouth was near her ear and she could feel his beard on her cheek. She couldn’t see his face, she could only hear him and feel his breath on her neck. His voice was deep and imposing and he spoke slowly.

“I’m gonna tell you what I want, Tristan. I’m gonna tell you everything I want. Everything I’ve wanted for weeks. Everything I’ve wanted whenever we’ve been together.”

His hands began to move up and down her arms as he continued to speak into her ear.

“I want my tongue in your mouth again, Tristan and I want to feel yours in mine.... I want to feel your breasts pressing against my chest......I want to feel your nipples harden in my mouth......”

Tristan had to catch her breath. She found it difficult to breathe and her heart was pounding. Kevin went on.

“.....I want to taste you, Tris. All of you,.... inside and out........, I want to feel your legs wrapped around me......”

Tristan felt weak. Kevin continued, never stopping, still speaking softly in her ear.

“.......I want to make you wet, Tris......I want to be inside of you......I want to feel your tightness and heat around me......I want to make you cum and I want to watch you face when you do......I want to hear you call my name......”

Tristan closed her eyes as his hands went down to her waist and held her there, literally supporting her. Kevin’s face nuzzled her neck and she could feel his goatee on her collarbone. He pressed his hips against her and she felt a hardness against her abdomen.

“.........I want you to put your hands on me..... I want you to want me...... I want you to love me.”

Tristan’s eyes filled as Kevin raised his head from her neck and searched her face.

“That’s what I want, Tris.”

**********

“KEVIN!”, Brian yelled into the trees, breaking the spell. “Sorry, but we gotta get outta here, man!”

Kevin relunctantly let go of Tristan’s waist and stepped away.

“You’re leaving? Now?”, she asked. His words were still ringing in her ears.

“Come back to me Tristan.”

“I have concerts! - We have to talk!”

“I’ve talked, baby.”

Brian called again. “KEVIN! We’ll be late! We can’t miss this flight - come on!”

Kevin backed away, moving from Tristan towards Brian and Leighanne. Their eyes were locked, each trying to read the others thoughts, and when he reached the Jeep, he called to her, his voice cracking.

“Come back Tristan!”

Then he turned and climbed into the back of the truck. Tristan saw him through the rear window wiping his eyes as they pulled away and headed towards Richmond.

Tristan Trilogy - Story I

"Will You Play for Me?" is a work of fiction.
The characters and events portrayed are fictitious.
Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.

Copyright ©1999
All Rights Reserved
No part of this text may be copied or reprinted
without the author's permission.

~BEST VIEWED ON 800 X 600 SCREEN RESOLUTION~

Fiction by Grace