Early Monday morning, Jessica became my roommate and lover.
We packed her things, loaded them into my car and headed for my home. Her stuff was dropped at the door and left unpacked. We fell into bed. Not to sleep right away mind you. We showered first, but not together.
I sent Jessica first. This way I could pick up my bedroom a bit. At least hide the dirty laundry in the closet and straighten the bed. Jessica bounces out of the bathroom in a towel to sit on the bedside and finish drying her hair.
She speaks.
"Your turn."
I plod off to the shower. It has been a very long day and the hot water running over my tired old body feels pretty good. I finished and dried off. A pair of sweatpants and I headed to the bedroom. Jessica is already in bed and waiting for me.
She sees my attire and speaks.
"OMG Roger! Lose the sweatpants and get your naked ass in bed with me."
The pants fell to the floor.
Jessica adds.
"Stand there a minute, I want to see you."
I feel a little awkward and I don't know if I should pose or what. Finally, I just got into bed. I am exhausted. Jessica presses against me as the lights go out. She lets go a long-contented sigh. No sex. We sleep. I am not accustomed to sleeping with someone else. But this? This feels wonderful. Jessica is warm and soft.
The morning sun is streaming through the window. We haven't moved at all. The espresso machine is calling me. I can hear it in the bedroom. The tones are soft and beautiful as it beckons me to the kitchen. It wants to feel my caress as I fill the basket with espresso grind. It needs to feel my fingertips lingering on the buttons that say "brew". The stainless-steel demitasse cup longs to be filled with espresso and embraced in my hands as I savor the warmth. The steaming espresso finds my nose and fills it with an intoxicating aroma.
People that don't love coffee don't understand the relationship. Mind you, I am standing in my kitchen, naked, and making espresso. I do nothing else but be one with my espresso. Two small hands snake around my waist to disturb my reverie. One hand goes to my cock and the other to my espresso. Jessica is trying to distract me while stealing my coffee.
It worked and I made more espresso. She is pressing her naked form touching my ass and back. Jessica begins to stroke me. My body responds quickly. All the while, she sips my espresso.
I can't take it anymore. I turn, pick her up and place her on the kitchen table. I spread her legs and took her right there. The sight of her breasts bouncing only spurs me to a faster rhythm. Espresso and sex first thing in the morning. Pretty good stuff.
Later, I make more espresso and then we return to bed. No sex, just lying together. I do get up as I have things that need to be attended to. Some business stuff and some bills to pay. Jessica dons one of my dress shirts but neglects to button it. I am sitting at my desk and trying to get this stuff done. Jessica decides to straddle my lap. She wants some attention.
Okay, I am happy to do that. I put both my hands on her ass and pull her as close as possible. Some steamy making out now.
I think we need to do some things today. I picked up Jessica's luggage and took it to the bedroom. She needs to feel at home here and I need to make room for her things. A good portion of the day occupies this. She has her own drawers and closet space now. It also reminds me that I need to get rid of some of my older things. So, I begin to make piles to take out to someplace that can remarket or give to someone that needs them.
We can't fool around too much this afternoon. I will need to play at the lounge tonight.
Jessica says she will be going with me. I need to spend some time at my piano and warm up. She takes that time to dress for the evening. Jessica comes out in jeans, a black camisole, and a pair of heels. She has my attention and announces she is ready to go. We leave for the lounge.
Monday isn't a very busy night. Yeah, there are people there in town for business or vacation or whatever. They come to the bar to unwind and relax. It is my job to help them do this. At least that is how I think of it. The music floats from the piano and fills the room along with patrons and alcohol.
Me? You know I have espresso as does Jessica. I think she does this out of respect for me. About halfway through the night, I take a break. Jessica asks me if she can sing tonight. I say sure and I know her song list. This is easy. She joins me and we do many songs together. The room is very attentive to her. The tip jar fills much more quickly. Our budding relationship makes our interplay on stage more fun. Jessica dances around the piano and me as she croons. It becomes time for me/us to take a break.
She whispers in my ear.
"Roger, I'm horny. I want you now. Take me to the green room and fuck me."
Do you know how hard it is to walk and not let everyone know you are hard? We get to the green room; the door is locked, and Jessica drops her jeans and panties to the floor. We have sex. It's fast and hard and wonderful. Then, we returned to the stage as though nothing happened.
The rest of the evening went very well. Jessica stays with me on stage. The night is over for us, and we head to my home. Now most of the time during the week, I get home, relax a bit, and then go to bed. Not tonight. We are all over each other once inside. The sofa is our first stop. Our shirts are first to go. Jessica presses her lips and then her breasts into my face. She tastes like perfume and sweat. I am amazed at what she brings out of me.
The bed is our next stop, and the clothes are lost along the way. I feel like a kid again. Jessica rides me until we both have peaked. Then, sweaty, and tired, we sleep. Jessica places her head next to my shoulder and her fingers in my grey chest hair. We both fell asleep with contended smiles. I don't understand her attraction to me. But I must say, I truly enjoy this. The music we have in common is important. The sex is amazing. Living together will be a learning experience, I think. But I find I want to try this and make it work. The nagging feeling about age difference always hangs in the background. Does this need to be addressed? At some point, yes.
The morning is like before. I get up and have my personal espresso experience. But, like yesterday, Jessica is now involved. She has very quickly come to love espresso as I do. It's nice to have someone to share this with. Jessica has her way in the morning. Me, I like to get up and get things done. But it's always been just me. Jessica wakes up slowly and takes her time. The second day she is with me, she gets out of bed naked and stays that way. Now I dress in something. Once more, maybe I'm old-fashioned, you wear clothes.
Jessica makes me think. Why? No one else is here, be naked and be naked with me. I hadn't thought of it that way. And Jessica speaks I have a good body and she wants to see it. All of it. We have espresso and some bagels for breakfast. I ask if we should talk about song lists for tonight if she is going to sing again.
Jessica rises from her chair, sits in my lap, and speaks.
"Try and keep me away from you. Yes, of course we should make a list. I want and love to be up there with you."
So, the list is made, and we have a plan. I take care of business and Jessica starts the laundry. A good morning.
I spend some time at my piano. There are all sorts of electric keyboards available. I prefer, (because I'm old fashioned) an acoustic baby grand piano. You know I keep it tuned myself and I love the feel. It's like an old friend you have known forever. It is boring stuff for most people. Running up and down the keyboard in scales and arpeggios, chord progressions and technical exercises to keep my skills up. Most don't know you have to do this. All they see is the performance and the fun you have performing. They have no idea about the dull stuff and lonely hours of practice.
Well, the last two days, I've had company. But Jessica knows how it is with musicians and lets me practice. When the scales are in her range, she sings along. So, in essence, we practice together. My hands and her voice. It's fun because sometimes she sang what I played and at others, she harmonized.
Later we have some down time before having to go. Now I will let you know I am not a clean freak by any stretch. I have a laundry hamper and the clothes make it close. Jessica leaves stuff everywhere. In two days, she had made herself right at home. But you know, I don't mind at all. It's kind of nice and new to have panties and women's clothing to pick up. I am not so set in my ways that it must be my way all the time. I know how to share and be accommodating. It's not like I don't have some of my own strange or slovenly habits. Dishes and glasses can go unwashed in my place for weeks. At least until I run out of clean ones.
