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  Lena laughed. "No way, Alex. If you want to see this very teeny bikini that I'm wearing, you have to wear the speedo."

  Alex's mouth fell open. "If someone recognizes me, there'll be pictures of me in a speedo all over the internet and who knows where else. Jesus, Lena."

  Lena's eyes sparkled with mischief. She was certainly enjoying his discomfort. She reached into the shopping bag and pulled out a pair of plain black swim trunks. "Don't worry, Alex. I'm not into speedos."

  Alex pulled her close and gave her a playful smack on the ass. "You're evil."

  Melissa dragged Tommy over to them. "Hurry up and put on your suits, you two. I'm ready to hit the beach."

  Fifteen minutes later, Lena and Melissa were sunbathing on the beach blanket, while Alex tossed a ball around in the surf with Tommy and Tyler. Alex had stuck around long enough to see Lena's bikini and he knew that cold water was in order.

  The girls watched them play for a while, but eventually looked like they were sleeping. When they grew bored with tossing the ball around, the guys headed up to Tyler's cooler and grabbed a beer.

  Tommy pointed to Lena and Melissa. "They're both fucking hot, bro."

  Alex could only nod in agreement. "How about we go cool them off a bit."

  Shrugging his shoulders, Tommy agreed. "Lead the way."

  Alex approached the beach blanket quietly. He stood over Lena, careful not to block the sun and alert her of his presence. He couldn't help but check out her perfect ass partially covered by the black and white polka-dotted bikini bottom. His fingers itched to pull on the little white bows that held it together at the sides.

  He tipped his beer and slowly poured a stream of cold liquid onto her back. She squealed and jumped up quickly. "Alex! Is that beer? Yuk."

  "Sorry. Tommy said you were looking hot. C'mon, hop on. I'll rinse you off." Alex loved that instead of getting mad, she just put up with his nonsense and jumped onto his back. He began jogging down to the water with her hanging on, vaguely aware of the shrieks coming from Melissa behind them. Obviously, she was going into the water less willingly.

  Alex ran through the surf, holding onto Lena's legs. He just made it past the breakers before they both dumped into the water. Lena came up completely soaked but laughing. The water got steadily deeper past the breaking waves. Alex swam toward her.

  Lena clasped her arms around his neck when he reached out to her. He pulled her up against him and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They bobbed in the waves just holding on to each other.

  Alex pushed a piece of stray hair behind her ear. "Why did you come to the show last night?"

  She was looking directly into his eyes. "I wanted to see you perform. I remembered when you used to play your guitar and sing to me in college. I just - I just wanted to see you again. And I'm glad Melissa dragged me backstage. I was scared. I wasn't sure that you'd remember me."

  "I don’t think I could ever forget you, Lena. So, what did you think of the show?" Suddenly, her approval seemed so important to him.

  Her smile was genuine. "It was awesome and you were amazing. But I always thought you were a terrific musician back then, too. I thought that you would have changed a lot now that you've made it big. But you haven't. I mean, your whole life has changed, but you're still the same person inside."

  Alex closed his eyes. He wasn't the same person at all. He was succeeding at doing what he wanted to do most in his life beyond his wildest imaginings. But it was an empty success when he couldn't share it with anyone.

  Years of touring had been grueling, especially the early days. At least now they had a decent tour bus and could stay in hotels when the opportunity arrived. And they weren't dirt poor anymore. They had more people involved in producing their shows and endless fans supportive of them.

  But the loneliness was getting to him - it had been for a while. Which was ironic for someone who rarely spent his nights alone. And now that he found Lena again, it would be a million times harder. God, if she only knew the things he had done. She would never want to be with him.

  And even if she did, what could he offer her? She always chose responsible guys - good guys, not slackers like him. He only went to college to please his father. After college, when he quit working at his father's company to join the band, his dad could barely contain his anger. Even with his recent success, his dad still looked down on his choices with contempt.

  His silent musings were interrupted. Lena was kissing away his depressing thoughts. She was kissing his jaw, moving closer to his lips. Her hand slid down his side and was slipping inside his swim trunks.

  Alex stopped her hand. "Lena, its cold in here."

  Lena paused for a moment. It took her a few seconds to catch his meaning, but she made such a goofy, cute face when she did. "Oh... Let's go warm up on the beach then."

  Alex let her go. "Race you to the blanket."

  He dived with the next wave and rode it in to the breakers. He glanced back to watch Lena struggling to keep her bikini top on as she fought to race him through the surf. There was nothing like watching a hot girl in a tiny bikini running on the beach. And he wasn't above tricking her into it. He slowed his pace as he ran out of the surf and jogged through the sand to the blanket. They both collapsed onto the blanket panting.

  Melissa wandered over from where she was sitting with Tommy and the others. "You two are like little kids."

  Melissa joined them on the blanket. Alex didn't know if Melissa was just being polite or really interested, but she began asking him about Cold Fusion. They talked about the band and the current tour while they dried off.

  Melissa stood. "I'm getting a beer. Anyone want one?"

  They both declined as Melissa left. Lena lay down on the blanket. "Alex, my sunscreen is all washed off. Can you put some more on my back?"

  Was she torturing him on purpose? He squeezed some of the white lotion onto his hands and began rubbing it into her warm skin. It reminded him of an incident long ago...

  Lena crossed my room and opened the small dorm refrigerator looking for a beer while I sat on my bed and fooled around on my guitar.

  "What the hell, Alex? Five cans of whipped cream?" She stood with wide eyes staring into the fridge.

  I kept strumming. "They're not mine. They're Joe's."

  She pulled one of the cans out and walked towards me. "You better not be doing whippits. It's so childish. It kills millions of brain cells. And you'll have frog babies when you grow up."

  I strummed a few chords while I sang, "Frog babies. Frog babies. I'm gonna have me some cute little frog babies."

  The next thing I knew, Lena was tackling me, pushing me onto my back against the bed. I was just able to get my guitar out of the way, when she straddled me. I saw the can of whipped cream coming closer to my face, her finger on the trigger.

  I grabbed her wrist and laughed. "Oh no you don't."

  Oh yes she did. She pressed the nozzle. Whipped cream came streaming out of the can and landed all over my face. I opened my mouth to protest and tasted the sweet creamy topping as more landed in my mouth.

  I rolled us both over so that I was on top of her. She was laughing so hard that it was easy to wrestle the can from her hand. And of course, I sprayed whipped cream all over her. She was struggling underneath me, making my cock as hard as rock, trying to push the can away. Whipped cream landed on her face and then her neck and then all over the front of her tank top.

  "Do you give up?" I threatened to spray her again.

  She was still laughing. "Yes! I give up."

  I tossed the can aside and licked the cream off my finger. Without warning, she scooped a big blob off her cheek and then tried to smear it on my face. I caught her wrist; first one and then I grabbed the other. I trapped her arms over her head, pressing them tight against the bed.

  Her laughter died and her wiggling stopped. The air in the room crackled with tension. She was pinned beneath me and I was almost mindless with need. I leaned down slowly - it felt as
if in slow motion - and licked the cream from the corner of her lip. She didn't move. My lips met hers and we kissed. Slowly. It wasn't like the frantic kisses we had shared many times before at drunken parties. It was sensual. And it was burning me up inside.

  I pulled back to look into her eyes. She looked sexy lying there. She was breathing heavily, whether it was from our wrestling or from my kiss, I didn't know. But watching her chest heaving below me was driving me insane. I placed a kiss in the shallow groove of her neck and moved slowly lower.

  I let go of her hand so that my fingers could slip inside her tank top. I noticed that she didn't move her hand from above her head, even though it was free now. My hand slipped inside her bra and felt her smooth skin. She murmured softly as my fingers caressed her hard nipple. I pulled back her tank top so that my mouth could work lower. Down her collarbone, and lower, to the top of her breast.

  The door burst open. "What's up, Alex? Oh, sorry dude. You busy?"

  It was my roommate, Joe. And he didn't appear to be leaving anytime soon. Lena squirmed underneath me trying to sit up.

  If that asshole hadn't come in...

  Alex finished rubbing the lotion on Lena's back. Thank God he wasn't wearing a speedo, because his cock was throbbing with just remembering. He lay down on the blanket next to Lena, his head resting on his arm so he could watch her.

  Lena opened her eyes. "I'm so tired after last night, I could fall asleep right now. I guess I'd make a rotten rock star."

  "Well, that. And you can't sing." Alex teased.

  The look of mock outrage on her face was priceless. "What? I thought I was pretty good. You should hear me in the shower."

  He watched the blush creep over her face. "Next time, I promise, babe."

  She rolled onto her back and looked over at him questioningly. "Is there going to ever be a next time, Alex? Or is this it?"

  Alex leaned up on his elbows so that he could look into her face. "This isn't it. I won't let it be. I was hoping you'd come watch us Monday night. We're playing at Jones Beach - it wouldn't be too far from you. Actually, come early and bring Melissa. We could hang out before the show."

  Lena frowned. "I have work on Monday."

  Alex brushed that off. "So call in sick."

  "What about Melissa?" Lena asked.

  Alex shrugged, "She can call in sick too."

  Laughing, Lena rolled her eyes. "We work at the same place."

  "Oh. Well, there must be some kind of virus going around."

  Lena grew serious again. "Alex, I'd love to come see you perform again. I'll see if Melissa can come, too. But, then what? You'll just be gone again."

  Alex turned his head, not able to look at her. Then what? That was the problem. He wasn't fucking sure. He was touring for the next four months solid. And their manager wanted them to keep going while they had momentum building. Scott would extend the tour if they were still drawing the crowds. Alex sighed with frustration; he really had nothing to offer Lena.

  He turned to her, already seeing the disappointment in her eyes. "We'll figure it out, Lena."

  She nodded, but he saw the same confusion that he felt, clouding her face. He leaned down to kiss her, trying to erase all her doubts about him. His lips touched hers softly; he kissed her slowly and sensually. Just like he had all those years ago. Trying to make her realize just how much he needed her.

  Their kiss deepened and Alex struggled to keep his baser urges under control. It was torture trying to keep his hands off her warm skin. He pulled up before he got them both in trouble.

  The rest of the afternoon flew by quickly. After their kiss, Alex deliberately tried to lighten the mood. He didn't want Lena to remember the remainder of their time together as a big downer. They joined the others who were drinking, smoking and generally having a good time fooling around on the beach. As evening grew closer and the beach started getting emptier, the group continued partying. Alex wished he had his guitar with him; it would have been perfect to jam for a bit or sing to Lena like he used to years ago.

  As the sky grew darker, it was finally hunger that drove the group off the beach. They ended up splitting up to get dinner. Nick joined Tyler and his group and Tommy stayed with Lena, Melissa and Alex.

  After eating, Tommy pulled Alex aside. "I'll keep Melissa busy for a while, bro. But the bus is leaving tonight. Johnnie wants to leave by midnight so he can get some decent sleep, so you better make it quick."

  Johnnie drove the bus while the group was on tour. And he was pretty good with putting up with the post-show partying and lousy schedules. They tried not to mess with him too much.

  Alex felt his gut clench. His time with Lena was almost up. He approached the girls, "Do you mind if I steal Lena for a bit? I want to take a walk on the beach before we go."

  Melissa smirked and dug the new beach blanket out of the car. "Here, take this." She tossed it to Alex.

  Lena reached out for his hand and they entwined fingers as they headed down the boardwalk to the soft sand. Night had fallen and the beach was dark except for the moonlight flitting through the clouds.

  They walked silently for a few moments, listening to the surf pounding. Farther down the beach they could see a small fire, but it was mostly deserted.

  Alex stopped walking, "Why don't we spread the blanket out and sit for awhile?"

  Lena helped him with the blanket and then sat between his legs, settling her head against his chest. "I've had so much fun today, Alex. I wish you didn't have to leave."

  "Me too, babe." He didn't want to talk about leaving. He didn't even want to think about it. It was too depressing.

  Instead, he started kissing her neck. She felt so good in his arms and he had wanted her like crazy all day. His hands slipped under her cover-up and found the strings to her bikini top. He knew exactly how to unfasten them; he had been staring at the ties all day.

  Within seconds, he was slipping her bikini top off. From under her cover-up, his hands slipped around to the front of her, sliding slowly up her sides, feeling the gentle swell of the sides of her breasts and then cupping the firm weight of them in his hands. He marveled at how soft and smooth her skin felt against his guitar roughened fingers. She inhaled deeply, her breasts filling his hands. His cock was twitching as he felt her nipples responding to his touch, pebbling under his gentle prodding.

  She arched her back slightly and made soft moaning sounds. He groaned as he imagined her getting wet for him. He wanted to taste her, but he held back; he wanted to take things slowly. Explore every inch of her luscious body.

  His hands slid down to the hem of her cover-up. He slowly lifted it over her head and kissed the back of her neck and then down her shoulder. Lena turned in his lap and reached for his t-shirt. He helped her take it off him; his balls aching when her taut nipples slid across his bare chest.

  He held her at arm's length; he could just see the dark outline at the peaks of her breasts in the soft moonlight. He reached out to touch them, but she backed away. Watching her slowly sliding her bikini bottom down her long legs mesmerized him. She lay back on the blanket, waiting for him.

  Softly grabbing her ankle, his fingers slid slowly up her leg. Her legs parted slightly for him, but his fingers slid over to her hip bone and moved on toward her belly. Her whimpers of frustration told him that she was growing impatient. But he wanted to drive her wild with anticipation, if he could hold back that long.

  He lay next to her side and gently caressed her breast. She reached out to him, her hand exploring his chest and sliding lower. He took her breast into his mouth, sucking softly and flicking her nipple with his tongue. He meant to hold off, but as her hand slipped inside his shorts and found his cock, without realizing it, his hand had slid between her legs and his fingers began stroking her. She was wet for him. Really wet.

  Lena pressed against his hand, demanding more. His finger circled her clit over and over before plunging into her slippery core. He rubbed against her inner walls before withdrawing his fi
nger and finding her clit once more. He repeated it again and again as her gasps and cries grew more urgent.

  He was confused when she suddenly rolled away from him; from her frantic cries he had thought she was about to come at any moment. But she sat up and pushed him onto his back, taking charge. His cock was throbbing, still trapped inside his shorts as she straddled him. She worked her way up and when he figured out her intentions, he groaned. God, she was so sexy.

  Her pussy slid on top of his mouth. "Kiss me, Alex."

  He couldn't hold back any longer. His brain shut down. No more sweet and tender. He devoured her.

  His tongue slid straight into her juicy center, tasting her sweet essence. When his lips wrapped around her sensitive clit and sucked, she cried out, loudly, grinding hard into his face.

  Alex's cock was aching with need and her unrestrained lust was driving him insane. He groaned against her sex and this only seemed to turn her on more. His tongue mercilessly teased her clit, flicking and circling before thrusting deep into her pussy. He used his teeth carefully to nip at her sensitive flesh and still she pushed into his face, demanding more.

  He was eating her pussy with abandon and could tell from her cries that she was about to climax. She pressed against his face and grew still. She was calling out his name when he felt her explosive orgasm. He felt her inner muscles contracting around his tongue just as he tasted the creamy juices of her release.

  His tongue continued to tease her shuddering pussy, but before it even stopped quivering from her climax, Alex flipped her over onto her back, underneath him. He stripped off his shorts and braced himself in between her legs. He had meant to take her slow and leisurely tonight, to demonstrate to her how deeply he felt about her, but he ended up fucking her like an animal.

  He plunged into her warm center and it felt like heaven. He pumped into her, no longer able to slow down, mindless with need. The pressure in his cock built to unbearable proportions. Lena was writhing below him and he could hold back no longer.

  Alex buried himself deep inside her, feeling her squeeze his cock tight as he shot his load. He shattered into a million pieces of pleasure as her muscles milked his cock.