152: Rafe

The door slid open and we stumbled to our room, barely making it inside before we were rolling on the bed making out big time. Of course, this was a great time for the phone to ring.

"Aubrey, you did say you'd meet us downstairs?" It was her mom.

"Yeah." She breathed, barely able to control her breathing, for my part, I let myself kiss her and coddle her lower and lower.

"Just a few items to discuss, and then you can join the party."

"Oh." Aubrey sighed and her mother's indrawn breath was telling. "Sorry, Mom, gotta go. See you later."

She tossed the phone on the floor and returned to kissing me with all the passion she could. Reminiscent of the shower yesterday when I'd had to stop her. This girl was on fire. It made it very difficult for me to behave.

We rolled over and over, and then fell sideways off the bed and continued on the floor as if nothing had happened. It was all I could do to keep our clothes on. Which--- if you know me at all—is not within the limits of my restraint.

"Baby." I mumbled against her throbbing lips. Damn--- she tasted so good-----

"Rafe----."

"Dancing?"

"Um hm...." But she kept kissing me, sucking on my bottom lip, her hands all over the place.

She was way aggressive---- not that I hadn't had aggressive girls, but not what I had expected from a virgin, and I had to double think if I'd ever had a virgin.... I thought not.

"Maybe we should talk about this." I said as if she could read my thoughts. I wondered if the virginity question could dampen my spirits some. Or if it would only be solved with a cold shower.

"Talk about...?" She leaned up, holding her hair back, a cute saucy little smile on her face.

"Just--- I don't think I've ever taken a virgin, I don't even know what to expect...."

"I don't think you have to expect anything." Aubrey rolled off me, vexed with the topic and the ice water I'd thrown on our ardor.

"What do you mean? You think I've done this before?"

"Had sex? Yes."

"No, I mean, with a virgin."

"I don't think it's any different. The anatomy is the same." Said my soon to be wife the doctor.

"It might hurt."

"It might, it might not." She sat up and ran her hand down my arm, and then straddled me, looking into my eyes. "You're not worried are you? I'm not worried."

I had a thought dawn. "Maybe you've already---- done yourself?" I pictured sex toys and dildos.

She gave me a perplexed expression, and finally it dawned on her as well. She literally burned as red as a tomato.

"Okay, so---- not." I laughed, but now we were both very uncomfortable. "What if we're not sexually compatible?"

"Excuse me? I can pretty much tell that we are sexually compatible."

"No, I mean after."

"After? What are you----? That—my dear boy--- is a giant myth perpetuated by the living together propaganda people. All males and females of our species are sexually compatible. We have the right anatomy and the desire and the hormones and yeah--- we are not gonna have a problem." Now she lay on top of me and started kissing my chin and neck and throat.

I didn't doubt her for an instant, but I wasn't through.

"I don't know about that."

She sat up and rolled off me, her head against her knees. "What, Rafe? What don't you know about?"

"I just---- what about condoms?"

"What about them?"

"It might hurt the first time."

"Why are we using a condom?"

"Birth control."

"Little Peyton Call just had a riotous temper tantrum."

"You plan on getting pregnant right away? Don't we need time to----."

"What? Get to know each other? What would you do afterwards if you find out you don't really like me? Divorce me? Or will you stay and work it out?"

I saw where she was going. It might be a whole different outlook from the people I usually hung out with--- who believed that marriage was a big party with a hangover at the end and then it went away. Usually what they said made sense. Marriages in my universe had a built in divorce clause that said if you didn't like it for any reason, you simply divorced it.

Divorce wasn't even a bad word in my universe.

Which--- by the way--- I had just changed. I now resided in a totally different universe. One where Aubrey--- my wife--- and our family lived together seriously--- happily ever after.

"You believe in fairy tales." I stated.

"I believe in the power of the covenant." She reiterated. "I don't have any problem with that."

"And you think that covenant magic will hold us together even when times get hard?"

"Yeah, I do. No backing out. If you want to back out, you'd better do it soon."

I grabbed her and swung her back to lay on top of me, kissing her neck and ear and breathing in her scent. "I am not backing out. I just needed to hear you explain it all to me."

Aubrey didn't wait to answer, but planted one firmly on my lips, and let me handle her butt intimately. Oh man, I think we should just stay here the rest of the night, doing this----

I sat up with her in my lap, picturing us both naked and me inside her and all this fuss and bother done with---- We were made for each other.

And that was when I decided to howl.

Which ended the bedroom party promptly. And that was a good thing. It was time to go dancing.

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I met Parker and Zack Mann once we got inside Suno Records with their sound techs and engineers. I was impressed, they both spoke flawless Spanish, and had incredible charisma. They were taller than me, maybe an inch, or a half an inch. They both had dark hair, similar messy styles as mine--- the controlled messy look. They had piercing blue eyes, and were completely clean shaven. And built, they were very athletically built. I was reminded of Richard Mann in his earlier movies, he'd played several military parts, and was very fit. His boys resembled him. There was no way you could mistake who they were.

Aubrey had worn a new Mexican skirt, and one of those really flowy peasant blouses that managed to show off her curves, even though it looked like some kind of sack thing. The embroidery was exquisitely colored. Her hair was down and she had on this cool headband her Mom had given her, bedecked on the top with a Mexican beaded design. She also wore the earrings and ring (s) that I'd given her. She held my hand, free as a breeze.

Zack saw her and swung her into his arms as she walked right through the doors. "Angel." He breathed, and I was overcome with emotion as I realized he wasn't just saying that. He truly thought of her as a little angel. It was in the way his eyes squeezed shut, and his body pulled back, holding her whole self close to his heart. Her arms were clasped around his neck. He slid her down and then wiped his eyes. "Thank God you are all okay."

Parker reached in to shake my hand, his eyes really holding my gaze longer than necessary, ascertaining I assume, how I was doing. I felt suddenly more included and more cared for than I ever had. This--- I had to chalk up to that Mann kid inclusion congeniality. You felt it with these guys, as if it was some extra sense thing. You felt them. They cared about you--- not as a money generating machine, or a talent, a headliner, or a voice. They cared about those things after they cared about you. People came first.

Tracy had followed us inside, along with my band. I began some introductions and Tracy excused herself and Aubrey to a side room that had been personally set aside just for the two of them and my mother, Kell and Lance. I wasn't sure about the whole Kell and Lance thing, but Kell fancied himself the wedding planner, and Lance represented Chris to my mom, so Darnel had stayed behind to play with the kids in the pools.

My dad and Richard must be off doing something together.

I kissed my bride goodbye and me and the guys made our way down the hallways to where Parker and Zack were set up.

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