My Rock #6 by Alycia Taylor Page A

finish packing your
stuff today, right? I’ll go get mine while you’re doing that. I’m just going to
grab clothes and shoes…stuff like that. You don’t have to go.”
    “Okay, I don’t mind helping though; I’m almost
finished packing mine. Well, I still have to get the rest of this stuff ready
for storage but….” Damn she was fine. I was thinking about packing hers again myself…and
I don’t mean her suitcase.
    I got up all the way off the bed and went over to
her. I needed to go right then before she got dressed or she would insist on
helping me and I didn’t want her to find out like that. She was so hard to
resist though, and my cock was straining in her direction all on his own. When Elly
was around, especially when she was almost naked like she was right then, it
was like my cock constantly stood at attention.
    I walked over and grabbed her and pulled her into my
naked chest. He breasts crushed against me and I squeezed her hot little ass
with both hands while I kissed her. When I broke the kiss I ran my lips across
her ear and said, “You wanna go another round before
I go?”
    She giggled and pushed me back. “No, we really have
too much to do. It’s already almost noon and we haven’t got anything done but
sex.”
    “Sounds like my kind of productive day….”
    “Tristan! I don’t want to have to rush in the
morning. If we get our stuff finished we can go a few more rounds tonight,” she
told me with a smile. She was trying to pacify me and it worked. I had to get
that other shit done anyways.
    I grinned at her and said, “Alright, I’m going.”
    I bypassed the shower and pulled on my jeans and a t-shirt.
If I took the time to shower, that might give her time to get ready to go. I didn’t
want to be put on the spot and have to tell her about losing the apartment. I
wanted to tell her in my own way, on my own time. There’s no way she wouldn’t
figure it out if she went with me. I know, I sound like a paranoid tweaker . I guess I should have just told her, but I really didn’t
want to.
    “Okay, I’m going to run over there now. I won’t be
long.”
    “Can you get everything you need on the bike? You
really should wait for me and we’ll take my car.”
    “Like I said, I’m just getting my clothes. I can
carry a duffel bag just fine.”
    She shook her head at what she thought was my
stubbornness and stepped closer and gave me a kiss. I grabbed her ass again and
tried to slip my tongue into the seam of her lips. She pushed me back, and
giggling again, she said, “You’re hopeless; get out of here.”  
    “I’m going, jeez, baby! Crack that whip.”
    She made a silly whip sound. She was such a dork
sometimes. It was part of what I really liked about her.
    I got on the bike and rode through the city. The weather
was changing into fall and the breeze was nice and cool. We don’t really have autumn
in L.A. in the classic sense. It stays pretty warm until late October most years
and then the leaves usually blow off of the trees in the Santa Ana winds before
they have a chance to change colors. If they are tough enough to cling on,
they’ll turn a light yellow or brown more often than they will orange or red. I
used to love the traveling during the fall when I was a kid. We’d pass through
one of the Midwest towns and the trees would be so bright with orange and red
leaves that they looked like they were on fire. I also liked it when we’d go
back east or to Canada and it would be close to Christmas time and there would
be a blanket of snow all over everything. I loved California—the oceans, the
weather—but sometimes it was nice just to see and experience something
different. When I was younger, I liked the travel because I didn’t have to be in
town with my parents. The only time my life was good back then was when I was
on the road or onstage. I had a whole fantasy life built up in my head, and
when I was out on the road, I could almost believe in it myself.
    I got on