From: Q
Re: Queenie’s World Tour - The End
Yes,
sadly, the tour is at its end. We have
landed in Portugal and the guys are preparing for the last show of the
tour.
For as
much fun as I have had, I can honestly say I won’t miss living out of my
suitcase, uncomfortable airplane seats or hotel/restaurant food. I would kill for a decent home-cooked meal. I totally get why the guys hate this part of
their jobs. When they say the 3 hours
they spend on stage is the best part of all this, they aren’t lying.
I hope
you have enjoyed my notes, anecdotes and pictures. It’s been fun sharing this experience with
all of you, even if it was only virtually.
We’ll
be heading home after the show tomorrow night with a short stop in New York to
see my family. We should be back in LA
by the end of the week. I don’t start my
next Habitat project until the beginning of September. Hopefully I’ll be recovered from the jet
lag/travel hangover by then.
Girls,
this has been, by far, one of the best experiences of my life. How many people get an opportunity like this
in their lifetime? I got to travel, to
see the world (well, some of it anyway) in a way I never thought I would. I know we didn’t get to see a lot of any one
place, but the snippets I did get to see were amazing.
The
guys have been so nice too. I can’t
believe I can actually call Jon, Dave, Tico and Hugh my friends. But they have become just that.
And, of
course, there’s Richie. He has been
unbelievably wonderful. I can’t begin to
tell you all the things he’s done for (and to) me. ;)
I used
to think Mark was the best man I had ever met.
I think Richie equals him in every way.
We talk, about anything and
everything. He always seems to know what
to say to make me feel better or when I need a shoulder to cry on or just an
ear to listen. It’s like he has some
sort of weird sixth sense about what’s going on in my head or something. And, he makes me laugh. I think that’s the thing I like best about
him. Other than that damn dimple of his.
I am so
glad I said yes to Richie when he asked me to come along with him. I considered (for about half a second) saying
no. I’m glad the yes came out of my
mouth first. J
Girls,
I didn’t think I could ever be this happy again. When I sold the house and left New York, I
wasn’t entirely sure I was doing the right thing. All I knew was I needed to get out, get away
and try to deal with all that had happened.
Turns out, it was the best decision I could have made.
Anyway…
Today,
we get to play, the show is tomorrow night and then we’re headed back to the US
of A. While I don’t know yet what the
rest of the summer will bring, I do know that I will have a few weeks to rest
and recuperate.
I hope
you are all well and enjoying your summer.
Miss you all.
Love to
all of you.
Q
~
Pushing open the door, Richie
wiped his face with the towel he had carried up from the gym. Stephanie was facing away from him, looking
out the window and talking on her phone.
She was wearing that little, silky pink robe that left her tanned, toned
legs bare. He looked her up and down. It had been a week since they had done more
than fool around and he had gotten more than a blow job. Not that he minded, but as much as he loved
her mouth on him, he loved being buried in her warm, wet pussy so much
more.
Damn Mother Nature.
His eyes traveled her up and
down once more. Hoping all was well in
that department he let the door close quietly behind him and he followed the
tent in his shorts across the room.
Two more nights before they
returned to the States. Two more nights
of sleeping next to her. Two more days
and nights of having her by his side every day before they returned to their
real lives. How was he going to go back
to living alone? He stopped behind her.
How was she?
His thoughts were interrupted
by the rising of Stephanie’s voice.
“No, Jane. That wasn’t the deal
we made.”
Stephanie shook her head and
paced along the length of the windows. “I was supposed to have more than a
month’s notice before having to be out of the house.” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “How could this happen? This was supposed to be a rent-to-own
deal. And how am I supposed to find
somewhere else to live when I’m not even in the damn country?”
She stopped and pushed at the
sheer curtains so she could look out the window. What the hell was she going to do now? The owners of her house wanted the house
back. Apparently the guy’s new job
wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
Catching Richie’s reflection
behind her, she wrapped up the call.
“Jane, I’ll have to call you back.”
She ended the call and dropped her phone into the pocket of her robe.
Before she could speak, his
hands were at her hips, his fingers crushing the silk as he dragged the hem of
her robe up in search of her skin. He
moved in close and pressed his front against her back. His hands slid around to her front, his long
fingers working the sash free from its knot.
Her skin was warm and as soft as her robe. Those long fingers traveled down, slowly
skimming over her belly, resting lightly in the tiny bit of hair that covered
her mound. His other hand slid up, cupping
her breast, testing its weight in his palm, his thumb circling the rapidly
hardening nipple.
“Rich” she dropped her head
back and a soft moan escaped her lips.
He leaned in, snaking his
tongue around the shell of her ear.
“Shh…” his fingers slid lower, hovering, barely touching her clit. “Are we good?”
Stephanie widened her stance
and nodded. “God yes.”
He smiled against her, nipping
along her neck even as his fingers moved lower.
She shuddered and pushed back against him when his fingers dipped inside
her. She was already wet and ready for
him. He pressed his fingers deeper. She was always wet and ready for him. That thought had him harder and he ground
himself against her ass.
With his fingers still knuckle
deep inside her, he nudged her forward, “lean on the window, baby” he
whispered. With the sheer curtains
pulled closed, no one on the outside would be able to see them.
She moved, gripping the
curtains in her fists, her forehead resting against the window.
He raised the hem of her robe up and over her ass, stroking her cheeks lightly. “You have the prettiest ass, sweetheart.”
Stephanie closed her eyes,
“thanks.” His fingers slid around her
hip and found her clit again, stroking her, pushing her toward the threshold of
her control. She pressed her hips back
against him. “Rich, please, I’m gonna-”
He pulled his hand away, “not
yet you’re not.” He lowered his shorts
and was buried balls deep in her in less than a heartbeat. The relief of finally being inside of her
again combined with the pleasure of her tightening like a fist around him had
him nearly losing control. Taking a deep
breath he moved, driving into her with an almost reckless abandon. He reached around to find her clit to keep
her with him and his fingers encountered hers.
He drew his hand away, gripping her hip tightly. “That’s right, darlin’, come on, play with
that pretty clit and come with me.”
As the words left his mouth she
cried out, her orgasm erupted, flowing through her, stealing her breath and
taking Richie with her.
Panting, Stephanie rolled her
head against the window. Richie was
draped over her, one hand still on her hip, the other bracing himself against
the window. “Damn” she whispered.
Sucking in a huge breath,
Richie blew it out and eased himself from her.
He drew up his shorts and pulled her hair away from her face. “Stay right here, Sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”
Relaxing her grip, the curtains
fell back into place and she slowly stood and as she turned she found Richie
walking back toward her. She smiled at
him and let her eyes fall closed. “I
think you wrecked me more than a little that time.”
He chuckled and gently cleaned
her thighs with the cloth he had brought with him. “I was aiming for total destruction. I guess I need to try harder next time.”
She dropped her head forward to
rest it on his shoulder. “Any harder and
I won’t be able to walk normal for a week.”
“I’ll push you around in a
wheelchair” he replied with a smile as he lifted her from her feet. “Come on, I need a shower and you need to
tell me what’s going on with your house.”
~
They were still arguing about
her situation hours later while they were getting ready to go to dinner. He thought she should just move in with
him. She wasn’t so sure that was the
best idea.
“It’s too much of an
imposition, Rich. I just couldn’t do
that” she repeated herself for the umpteenth time. She was finding out that Richie could be as
stubborn as a mule about some things.
Richie blew out a breath and
instead of going around and around this subject and getting nowhere,
again. He took her hands and led her to
the couch. “Sweetheart, how long have we
been seeing each other?”
Her slim shoulder lifted in a
shrug. “Eight months or so.” She stared at him, wondering just where this conversation was going.
“And in that time, did you see
us moving this relationship along to something more-” he paused searching for
the right word, “permanent I guess would be the word I want.”
She nibbled her lower lip
before frowning slightly. She could
honestly say she hadn’t even considered it.
“No, Rich, I hadn’t.”
He dipped his head to find her
eyes with his. He wanted to know just
what she thought about where they were headed.
“Where did you see this going, Sweetheart?”
She sat and stared at him for a
long moment before pulling her hands from his and standing. She paced back and forth. She hadn’t even thought about where things
with them were going. She had no idea
how this was supposed to work. They had professed
their love for each other but did that mean moving in together, maybe getting
married at some point? Was there another
happily ever after out there for her?
Was she ready to go down that road again?
From the look on her face he
could tell she was having a hard time coming up with an answer for him. “It is so terrible?” he asked.
Her gaze shot to his. “What?”
He reached out and took her
hand, “is it so terrible, the thought of living with me?” He pushed ahead before she could answer. “I mean, we’ve been living in each other’s
pocket for the last month. Would it be
so awful to make it a permanent situation?”
Her eyes softened and she squeezed
his hand. “No” she said quietly. “No it’s not awful, not at all.” She sat back down next to him. “I’m just not sure-”
“About what” he interrupted.
She turned to face him, “I’m
not sure I’m ready for that type of commitment yet.”
It was his turn to stand and pace
away from her. How could she not be
ready yet? “I don’t see how you can’t
be. You want to be with me, right?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Then what is the issue
here? I already told you you’re not
imposing.” He sat back down next to
her. “I want you there, in my home, in
my life, sweetheart. I don’t know how to
make it any clearer.” His phone rang, a
glance at the screen had him frowning. “Yeah,
man, we’ll meet you there.” He ended the
call, never letting his gaze leave her face.
She made to rise from the sofa
and he grasped her wrist. “We’re not
done here.”
She swallowed and the tip of
her tongue snuck out to wet her lips. “We
need to go” she managed.
“We have a few minutes.” He wanted an answer from her.
She dropped her gaze, trying to
gather her thoughts. “Do you know how
many guys I have dated in my life?” She
didn’t wait for him to answer. “Three. One before Mark, Mark and you. And I was married to Mark for nearly half my
life. I’ve never lived on my own
before. And I’ve never been in a
situation like this. I don’t know what
to do. I want to be with you, I enjoy
being with you, but I just don’t know if moving in with you is the right thing
to do yet.” Her eyes started to sting
with unshed tears. Pulling her wrist
from his grasp she got up and crossed to the bathroom.
He watched her go, feeling like
a bit of a heel. He blew out a
breath. He shouldn’t have pushed her
like that. Standing, he crossed the room
to stand outside the bathroom. At least
she knew what he wanted. He knocked
lightly on the bathroom door. “Come on
out Sweetheart, we have to go.”
She opened the door a crack, “you
go, I’m not really in the mood right now.”
Her eyes were red-rimmed and watery. That made him feel even smaller. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,
Sweetheart. You don’t have to make a
decision now. I won’t push you on it
anymore either.”
She didn’t say anything.
“You need to eat.”
“I’m not really hungry right
now. You go, Rich. I’ll be fine.” She wanted to be alone for a bit. Try to figure things out.
He sighed and pushed the door
wider. “You’re okay?”
She nodded. “I just need to be alone for a bit.”
He tugged her into him,
pressing his lips to her forehead. “I’m
sorry.”
Turning her head, she rested
her cheek against his chest. “It’s
okay. I’m fine. I just need to figure some things out. You go on to dinner. I’m not going anywhere.”
With his hands on her
shoulders, he pressed her back. “I’ll be
back in a couple of hours. Call room
service if you want anything.”
She leaned up and pressed her
lips to his. “I’ll be fine, Rich.” She pushed at him, “go. You’re already late.”
He kissed her lightly and then he was gone.
