5.

Anita was slightly panting, leaning to the door from the outside. She heard Dave crawling inside and she needed a lot of strength not to go back and jump on him. But she didn’t want to do that, although not moving meant nearly physical pain now. She considered herself lucky to spot Mart passing by downstairs. She didn’t think: she hurried after him.

Martin was crawling in the living room - not knowing what was waiting for him – pressing his cell phone to his ear, while his free hand rested in the pocket of his white linen short. Anita didn’t care to whom or about what he was talking, he caught up with him, grabbed his shoulder and dragged him into a separate corner. He was surprised and ended the call with a “I’ll call you back soon” then he looked at her confused, grabbing her shoulders “Hey, hey, honey! What’s this all about?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you! Now!” she stated and went on with kissing him wildly, her fingers working their way downwards.

“Are you crazy? Someone can see us!”

“And?” she looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire “Don’t act like an innocent little girl” she growled.

Martin’s next protest died away before it could leave his lips, which he had to lick with a little grin “Wait! Come with me!” he took her hand and pulled her into the empty amusement room, locking the door behind them “What or who the hell did turn you on this much?” she grinned at her.

“I saw you” she shrugged with a faint smile “Well?”

“So what do you want?” he played with her a bit as he slowly backed with her to the wall.

“Isn’t it obvious, again? You and your little friend” she smiled while her fingers gently stroked along the body part in question “Just do it at last!”

“Not so quickly” he grinned again then backed with her until her butt touched the edge of the billiard table “Did you do it on a billiard table yet?” he asked, still grinning and shot a dirty look at her as he made her sit up onto the tavle, pulling up her skirt and revealing her bourdon panties.

“No, not yet. And not on a piano either” she added “But I’m in if you want to do it in front of a mirror as well.”

“I love your kinky fantasy!” he growled and dragged off the unnecessary fabric from her body. He leant down greedily to taste her already wet core.

Her fingers disappeared in the blonde hair within a few moments, pulling and releasing them again and again, scratching his nape time after time. “Yes! That’s… it! I want you… so badly!” she moaned.

Martin just grinned and glimpsed up at the girl in agony and slowly licked along her throbbing clit “How badly?”

“Very badly! And you fuckin’ love it, right? It fuckin’ flatters your ego, huh?” she licked her lips and smiled.

“Oh, sure” he rubbed her most sensitive spot slowly while answering “Why? Don’t you enjoy the thought that from this I’ll get so turned on that I’ll ram my rock-hard cock into you within seconds, fucking you until you’ll beg for mercy?” he grabbed one of the naked thighs with his free hand.

“Ohhh I am!” she answered “I can’t wait for you to show me something, not just bark about things.”

“So you don’t want me to use my mouth? You wished for it…” he made her stand up just to gently push her onto her knees by her shoulders. “Would you offer me a helping hand?” he grinned down at her.

“What do you want?” Anita moaned and looked at him.

“I think you know” he loosened his light trousers and fisted a hand in her hair, pulling her head closer to his groin.

“Hmmm…” she pulled off the distracting layers from Mart and gently reached for his cock “How badly do you want it?”

“Just until I get hard enough for you” he stroked along the flushed face and wiped off a sweat drop.

“I’m at your service” she answered and started to play on him with her tongue.

He grabbed her hair with both hands and gently started leading her. He loved the feeling when he could move in her hot wet mouth. And she didn’t let him down. She was working on him greedily, enjoying the feeling that Mart could fill his mouth too and she felt contended from knowing that he got harder and harder with every move.

The musician moaned on a deep voice when he felt that the soft lips had worked on him enough. He gently pulled her up and turned her around to lean on the billiard table, her ass touching his throbbing groin. He put one of her legs up onto the table’s edge and didn’t let too much time for her to hold on to something because he was already buried deep inside of her, starting a wild pace at once. Her loud moan filled the room and she tried to prop her weight on her hands, but the green surface was slippery to her. Martin’s face twitched time after time from the pleasure he felt while he fucked the hot wetness around him quick and hard.

“I love it when… you’re like this!” she panted.

“I’m glad… that… you like it!” he moaned on a throaty tone then took her leg off of the table and pushed her sweaty back downwards, forcing her legs apart even more. He grabbed his hard and wet cock and rammed it inside her nearly all the way long.

“Say… something!” she moaned while she scratched the green fabric under her hands and tried to balance herself.

Martin didn’t care that she was ruining a bloody expensive billiard table, because by now he could just throw his head back and moan and growl, grabbing her ass and waist firmly time after time.

“I’m… getting… close!” he gritted through his teeth and to show her that he was serious, his right hand slid between her thighs and onto her clit, starting to rub it furiously.

She had to scream and scratch the top of the table again “Don’t… hold yourself… back!”

Martin didn’t answer just suddenly pulled out of her and leant down to taste the hot wetness between her thighs then he rammed into her again, circling his hips, before collecting all of his strength for a last dash. Anita didn’t know what was happening anymore, she just wanted to feel Mart and her approaching orgasm. He was moving and moaning like an animal, leaving long scratches and deep bite marks on the body laying in front of him then he pushed himself all the way up into her, flying high and releasing into the soft body. She gave out a long scream, showing to the world that she was in seventh heaven then she collapsed onto the table and fought for air. Martin’s sweaty body was on top of her and he kissed the wet line of her spine. He was still buried inside of her when he asked “Did I manage to please my nymphomaniac kitty?”

“I’m not a nymphomaniac!” the accused one said on a disapproving tone.

“Oh you are…” he laughed into her back then stood up, pulling her with him. He turned and closed her into his arms.

“I’m not…” she murmured into his chest “And if I was… would you mind it?”

“Do I look like someone who would?” he laughed and kissed her hair.

“Hmmmmm, good” she murmured again then raised her hand to look at her watch “I should go back to pack.”

“And I have to call someone back, because you made me hang up the phone…” he looked at her with fake pouting.

“Oh, I’m soooo sorry” she giggled.

“But is it so important to run off already?” he pulled her closer “Now… that you’ve ruined my billiard table?” he glimpsed at it over her head.

“How does the billiard table relate to my flight?”

“You think I’ll send you home because of this?” he ran his finger along her spine.

“Well, dunno. Will you?”

“I have no intentions to do so… That table isn’t that important anyway. However, if it was about my table football… you’d be in a much worse situation, darling…” he joked, stroking the round butt with his fingertips.

“Do you really worry this much about your table football, you football-addict?” she laughed.

“Well it grew to my heart…” he let her go and put her panties into her palm.

“Thanks” she giggled “So, you want to keep me here?”

“Sure! I’d love you not to leave with the other guests…” he stroked her arm “I don’t like the house when it’s that empty.”

“Well, if you really want it, I can stay for a few days, but then I’ll have to go back.”

“Just for a couple of days? Can’t you stay longer? Are you sure?” he embraced her again after he pulled up his trousers.

“I’m sure. You know I have a flat, a cat and a school…”

“Are you still learning?” he looked at her a bit surprised.

“Well… yes. Why?” she looked at her a bit suspiciously.

“College? Just because you look older” he said with a neutral expression.

“Yes.”

“Is it your last year?”

“Well, uhm…” here she could feel that she was in trouble “uhm… no” she said quietly. She thought that Mart knew this! She thought that someone had told him or he just checked!

“How many years do you still have?” he looked at her worried and unconsciously loosened the embrace.

It was the point where Anita wasn’t able to look into the green eyes. She stared at his chest while answering “Three years.”

“Are you a minor?!” he burst out stunned.

“Uhm…” she faltered out while she tried to get dressed.

“So yes?!” he grabbed her shoulders “And why didn’t you tell me this?”

“But I… I thought that… you knew… You should have talked to my employer and… he should have said it.”

“Well, no one in the world had told me this!” he put on his T-shirt a bit nervously “You know that if it gets out, I’ll be in trouble, don’t you?”

“Uhm… yes. Only you and Dave knows it. I don’t think anyone else would get to know it” she looked into Martin’s eyes – already without emotions. She was objective. Her defensive system started to work. She’d developed it during the years. She switched off her emotions and this way she could think with a cool head. Her mind had already told her at the beginning that she’ll get hurt. Like always. But she hadn’t listened. When will she learn this lesson? She closed herself up.

Martin sighed deeply, sitting down onto the edge of the billiard table where they just made passionate love “I’ll talk to Dave to keep it in secret. It’s his interest too, because of the band” he looked at her seriously. He could tell that she’d closed herself up. He’d worked so hard on her not to see her like this… He got a bit sad as he watched the sullen expression, her lips pressed together and the closed attitude. He could guess that she thought that he’d just used her and in the minute her real age had turned out he’ll kick her out, wiping his leg in her, like many others had done before – according to her previous comments.

“Hey… come here” he reached out one hand after a few minutes of silence.

“Why?” she looked surprised. This wasn’t the attitude she had expected.

“Just come here… please” his tone softened.

She hesitated for a few moments then walked to him. Martin was sitting on the table and he pulled her closer, letting her stand between his legs and he just simply embraced her, burying his head into the silky black hair. She was confused for a few moments then her body gave in, although she didn’t understand his behavior. Surely it felt good that he didn’t kick into her a few times, but from his words she figured out that their little adventure had come to an end now.

“Listen to me” he pulled back a bit to take Anita’s face between his hands and look seriously into her eyes “this way our situation isn’t easy, but I’d like to know what you think about it. Should I give you a kiss, pay you and say good bye to each other?”

“Why wouldn’t you do it this way?” she asked her logical question.

“Because I like you and I’m bored with not taking too many risks since I’ve left my twenties behind?”

“So you’d use me as an adrenalin-boost?!”

“Don’t turn around my words, please” he stroked the soft skin of her face “It’s not like that. Probably you don’t understand what it means to me. That this relationship we have how important is for me on different levels. I often act strange in other people’s eyes too. They always thought about me as an oddball who can only drink and write. Sure, I am an oddball, because I profited from it for decades, writing out the fragments of my emotions and Dave channels most of them in his professional way. But no one really knows what’s inside of me, how many rage and fear I have from and towards people. You have no idea, because you don’t know me. You don’t know what a fucking hermit I’ve felt myself during long-long years, being with some cheap chicks since my divorce. But those weren’t real relationships. They usually just wanted my money or fame or both. But you’re different. I can see that something familiar in you, which grabs me, which excites me, which I want to know, which I want to reveal. Somewhere you’re like me. Bruised, withdrawn, but you’re still alive under the surface. You wanted to know why I’m attracted to you? Well because of this light, which still radiates from you even if you close yourself up. I see the world from a different angle – like some other people – and say this without being egoistic. I had time to think during the years. And I didn’t like a lot of things I’ve understood – I was terrified by them. Why do you think I’d drank that much? But luckily you don’t know the hell I’ve got through. But now you’re here, showing this light, which can lead me in this half-light. The only question here is whether we can win against society’s barrier… whether you want us to continue it or not.”

Anita just stood there silently and didn’t dare to speak until she gained back control over her emotions. Martin said beautiful things to her and his words seemed honest. She trusted her intuitions and believed him.

“You have no idea how much I want to continue this” she smiled.

He just returned the gesture and watched her for a long minute then he slid his hand onto her nape and pulled her gently closer to kiss her tenderly. She didn’t protest – on the contrary: she savored his lips greedily, as if she never wanted to let him go. He smiled into the long kiss, holding her tight then he pulled back a little to look into her eyes, caressing her face and hair.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing, I’m just watching you… I like looking at you. You’re beautiful” he whispered and caressed her face with the back of his hand.

“Well, this is the sentence which I can’t really believe” she giggled.

“You think that I wasn’t serious?” he asked. He wasn’t smiling.

“Why are you looking at me like this?” she asked back, maybe a bit afraid of saying something wrong.

“I’d like you to accept that you are beautiful. For me every part of your body is perfect. Understood?” he went on seriously, propping his forehead on hers and closed his eyes.

“I could listen to this until the end of my life” she whispered back then she started kissing him – maybe it was the first time she gave him a real kiss.

Martin felt that she had opened herself up again. Maybe even more than before. Her kiss was different – she tasted sweeter than ever. He let their newly discovered feelings soar.

After a few hours later Anita was sitting in her room. She didn’t want to be there when the guests said goodbye – there was no need for them to know that she stays. She was thinking on Mart’s words and she confessed that they felt very good.

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Meanwhile Dave and Mart said goodbye to the guests. The singer planned to stay a bit longer. Finally Mart shook hands with the last guest too, exchanging a few words, then he exhaustedly closed the door. The other waiters had packed most of the things so nearly everything went back to normal in the house.

“It was a nice 3 days” Dave stretched on the couch.

“Yeah” his friend sat down into one of the white armchairs with a beer in his hand “I guess you had a good time then.”

“Yepp. And you?” he grinned at his friend.

“Oh… maybe you know that I had” he winked and took a sip.

“Tell me about your experiences.”

“Why would I?”

“Why wouldn’t you?” he smiled.

“Maybe because there’s something called ‘private life’?” he lit a cigarette.

“In front of me? Oh come on, Martin…”

“What do you want to know?” he smiled.

“Everything” he said greedily.

“Would you be more specific?” he dragged the smoke in.

“Well… everything from the beginning to the end.”

“Hm, you know on the first day the guests have slowly arrived then we had dinner… then the drinking part had begun or I should rather say that it went on…” he grinned.

“You know that this isn’t the thing I’m interested in” Dave moaned towards the ceiling “Don’t torture me!”

“Oh, you mean Anita?” he looked at him with fake surprise.

“Oh, nooo…. So you got closer? Is she a good chick? What does she do for a living? Where’s she now?”

“Whoa, someone’s curious here! Don’t tell me that you like her to…”

“Oh come on, I wouldn’t hit on your chick, you know that…”

“Sure and I’m the Albanian prince…” he laughed.

“My prince…” Dave giggled with him too.

“To answer your question” he went on after they’ve calmed down a bit “yes, we got quite close. There’s much more in her than it meets the eye. She’s cold from the outside, but she’s alive inside” he mused, puffing smoke towards the ceiling.

“And my other two questions?”

“She’s resting in her room” he leant forward to stub out his cigarette.

“And the other one?”

It was palpable that Martin got more serious “Well, she’s still at college.”

“Last year?”

“I thought so too, but no. David, I’d like this to stay between us, but she’s barely over twenty.”

“What?” Dave froze.

“You’ve heard me right” he leant back and took a long sip.

“Why do you always have to push your limits, Mart? And why do you have to risk your future?”

“We should always show something new, shouldn’t we?” he shrugged and waved with his hand.

“Martin, I hope you know that you endanger not just yourself but the band too with this?!”

“I’m clear with that. I’ve explained to her why I won’t send her home now – for you… I just say that I do have my reasons, which probably neither you nor anyone else wouldn’t understand – except her. This is why I’d like this to stay between us and I’d like you not to tell it to no one.”

“I won’t say a word.”

“Thank you. This is important for me. I know that it’s not an easy situation, but I’d like to believe that we’ll be able to handle it.”

“I’m sure you will” Dave smiled.

“Don’t think that I’m thinking just with my dick now” he rolled his eyes.

“Reeeeeallly? Oh, Martin! I’ll lose my faith in you!”

“Okay, sure, that’s a part of it too, but I’d like to believe that it’s not just about that.”

“So you hope and she hopes. Who knows here anything?”

“Dave, you don’t have to see right away and how things’ll turn out. Where’s the spontaneity then if you see things like this?”

“I like to plan. I like if I control things and not in reverse. This is one difference between us. This is why we write different lyrics, this is why our music is different, this is why we are completely different persons and why we can have nice fights.”

“You have a point here” he agreed, grinning “Do you want to fight over Anita too?”

“You have to ask?” he asked and he looked serious about this.

Martin’s eyes became serious “You like her?”

“Why do I think that we have some resemblance to the hyenas fighting over the carcass, Martin?” he asked with a smile and darkly shining eyes.

“Dunno. Why?”

“Because we are like that” he shrugged “In this case Anita is the carcass.”

“I’d like you to choose another word for her.”

“Prey.”

“You and your animalistic instincts…” he sighed and smiled as he leant back.

“Would you explain it?”

“You always do this” he shrugged “You talk about getting a woman as if it was a hunt. This time – I guess – Anita is the challenge for you. Tell me, how far are you?”

“Quite far” he nodded.

“Would you explain it?” he mocked him with Dave’s own words.

“You should ask Anita about it.”

“Alright, but I’d like to hear it from you too.”

“Look, she’s a woman. I’ve explained everything with this, haven’t I?”

“And as a woman she cannot resist your charm, huh?”

“Exactly. And I enjoy it.”

“Why wouldn’t you…” he laughed “I’d be curious if there was a woman on the surface of our planet, who could say no to you…”

Dave laughed with his friend.

“Do you want to take her away from me or are you interested just until you fuck her?” he looked at Dave with a serious expression again.

“Rather the latter one. I don’t want to take her away. I’m not that… interested. But I’m not against the other option.”

“I see” he circled the remains of his beer in the bottle, focusing on the slightly lathery fluid. His mind was working and it was as if a little jealousy had sparkled in him for a short moment.

“What’s on your mind?”

“That maybe I shouldn’t let it happen…”

“Maybe?” he laughed.

“I think it’s her choice. I mean, I cannot stop it if she wants it too. If she stays faithful to me, I’m happy – if not… I will not kick her out because of it, in case it’s you. Because I know you since we were pups” he shrugged “You’re important to me too, even if I rarely show it to you.”

“Really?” he lifted his eyebrows.

“Why? What did you think?” he looked back at him, pulling one of his legs up and rested his hand on it.

“Dunno. You’ve never showed it.”

“You really think so? If that’s true then what do you think why did I let certain things happen?”

Dave’s eyes turned dark “I thought that we wouldn’t talk about it anymore, Martin.”

“I’m sorry. You brought it up.”

“No. It was you.”

“Okay, don’t fight over this now” he shrugged and put his other leg onto the armrest. For a moment there was silence in the room “But you cannot deny that you’ve enjoyed it” he noted quietly.

Dave shot a murderous look at him “How many times did you analyze it?”

Martin’s sly little smile got broader as he looked out into the garden “Do you really want to know the answer to your question?”

“Yes, I do.

“Enough times. And why do I have the feeling that it bothered you more than me?”

“Why aren’t you over it?”

“Why? Are you over it? I don’t think so” he looked at the singer with a knowing smile.

“I try” he growled back.

Martin laughed out wholeheartedly “I hope you know that you’re pouting now like a small boy?! Just the folded arms are missing” he said and now there was nothing hurtful in his eyes.

Dave didn’t answer, but the dark flame didn’t disappear from his eyes.

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