The Other Woman

Before I begin... Serenity is 25 years old. NOT 28. (haha) Back to the story.....

"About 10 minutes and we'll be there" smiled Billie Joe.
"Yeah, by the way how have Mike and the sexy Tre been?"
"Mikes good, claims he's in love, and the sexy Tre is busy with all the girls" he laughed, yet I heard a slight glimpse of jealousy.
"And your family, kids and wife??" I slowly mutter, not sure if he was comfortable talking about his family to his mistress.
"Uuh, my boys are good, Joey's starting to play baseball, Jacob said his first curse word" he laughs.
"And Adrienne's good, I miss her a lot" he gushes.
"That's nice" I said awkwardly. Was I jealous? No, not me.

"Room number 313, here's your key" said the hotel receptionist.
"Thanks" I took the key from her hand.

We had just arrived at the Marriott Hotel. I had already booked a room to stay in online about 2 days ago. The lobby alone was breathtaking. They were gorgeous historic artifacts that stood, there sole purpose was making people stare at them in awe. As Billie Joe and I made our way to the elevator, to drop me off, I noticed a miniature waterfall in the distance. Little guppies were swimming through it.

"Maybe I should have stayed here" chimed Billie Joe. He had just pressed the triangular 'up' button for the elevator.
"I told you dummy, but at least you can come and see me, well, if I let you that is" I smirk.

As the elevator doors open Billie Joe and I step inside. My senses and sexuality suddenly awaken as his hand, 'accidentally' brushes over my ass to dial the number for the 8th floor.

"Are you on the 8th floor?" he asks, aware of his silent seduction.
"No dummy, I'm on the 10th floor" I murmur.
As his hands go to push the 1 and 0 button, they lightly stroke the side of my left breast. This not so innocent gesture sends a chill down my crooked spine.

I couldn't control myself, he was unbearable.

"... ..Billie... stop" I moan into his ear. We were still situated on the elevator and were heavily kissing. Ignoring my weak complaints, he continued kissing me, beckoning for me to shed him of his clothing.

DING

The doors fly open to the 10th floor. We walk silently, about a meter apart from each other, just in case any prying eyes were watching. I unlock the door and step inside with Billie Joe right on my heel, and as soon as the door closes, he pulls me to him.

I gasp at the sudden contact, but furthermore enjoy it. He slides his hand over the frame of my body, caressing the sides of my breasts, my hips and my waist. My hands without consent, take off the Hawaiian shirt he's still wearing. I feel my tank being lifted from above my head and giggle as he tosses it to the floor.

"I want you so bad" he groans into my flattered ear.
"So have me" I reply huskily.

He forcefully pushes me on the bed, and I land with an enchanting thud. Damn him, he knew I liked when he was rough on me, but in a sweet way. The fire in his eyes could have burned a house down. He came on top of me, and pinned me by my wrists beneath him, groaning into my ear of what he will accomplish with me tonight.
Billie Joe quickly pulls my skirt from off my silky legs and throws my bra from off my body like a rag doll, leaving me naked beneath him. Just the way I liked it.
I see and lust for his darkly pale skin to mingle with my own. I greedily look at his pants, and use my hands as a guide to unzip them and slide them down his sexy narrow hips.
I place my hands on the apparent bulge begging to come out of his underwear. I tease him by sliding my happy hands down his underwear. Stroking and gliding my warm hands over him, making tiny circles on him, and squeezing ever so gently and cautiously.

"... ..damn you... Seny" he breathes heavily into my ear. I go into a giggle fit, until a loud gasp bellows from my lips. His hands were now returning the teasing favor. They had crawled silently up my inner thigh, heading north. Once their, he began teasing me as well causing a sigh to escape my mouth.

"I'm gonna make all of D.C here you scream" he smirks licking his scrumptious lips.
And without any further ado, he grabs my hips with his strong hands and drives himself into me. I let out a gasp of pleasure and wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses me. His tongue begs entrance into the realms of my mouth and I willingly let it in. As we exchange saliva, I feel him getting deeper into me, painfully deeper.

"God... Billie, slow down" I moan.
"Sorry" he breathes.

I begin raking my nails along the skin of his back, the pleasure overwhelming. I wondered how long it had been since we both had 'fun'. Obviously it had been a while, seeing as he was now driving at the speed of sound into me and with much force. Lucky for him though, I had gotten, again, used to him being inside of me, so I enjoyed the intensity of his thrusts.

***

When I finally rolled from off his body onto the hotel bed, I fell into an endearing sleep. And the last thing I saw was the time on the clock which read 3:30 pm, and the last thing I felt were Billie Joe's lips cascading onto my forehead as a goodbye kiss.

When my eyes flutter open that night, I am in complete darkness. The lights are all out, theres no movement, nothing. I squish my eyes to try and read the time on the clock. 8:45 pm.
My God did I know how to sleep or what? I then realize that underneath the messy and tangled sheets that I'm naked. Immediately thoughts of Billie Joe and what we had done came flooding back into my mind. It felt so surreal when I was with him, like it was too good to be true. I just wished he would love me like I loved him. Its not fair that I have to sit around like a wet mop, waiting to be used, but when I'm not in need of usage, he uses and loves his Swiffer (Adrienne). I longed to make love to someone, not just fuck them with a little crush, make love.

I read the neighboring clock on the night stand. 8:57. Well, I knew the concert wouldn't be finished as yet, so I went into the bathroom to go take a shower. As the thick mist of steam engulfed my body I couldn't help but think of what he was doing on stage right now. Probably chanting one of his infamous 'Hey ho's ' to the crowd, or doing the embarrassing break dance on stage. I giggle just thinking about it. Gazing at my skin, I notice it isn't glowing and smooth as it should be. So I take out my secret weapon for rough skin, Sugar Boogar Body Scrub and use it to my (and Billie Joe's) advantage.

In my suitcase I tried looking for a sexy yet classy outfit to wear to the bar I was going to. I decided on wearing a pair of tight black low rider pants and a peach crochet tank top. I looked cute yet sexy, just perfect. As for my tousled looking hair, I ran the flat iron over it for a few minutes, and then sleeked it into a ponytail. Grabbing my room key and purse, I contemplated whether I should call Billie Joe or not. Should I? Never mind, he was most likely still on stage, and what if his Mr. Cavallo or a close friend answered? We would both be road kill.

"2 shots for me and the lady" yelled Peter. I had met Peter about an hour ago, at Planet Fred. It was a popular bar in the D.C area, and the men their were extremely hot, some looked even better than Billie Joe believe it or not.
"So have you ever had a body shot before"? he asks while wagging his eyebrows.
"No" I mutter, not really interested.
"Well, first you drink this shot, and then squeeze this... ..". As Peter began rambling about how to take body shots, which I have done several times before, I couldn't stop thinking about you know who. What is he wearing right now? What time will he be coming? Was I good in bed today?

"You there Serenity?" asked Peter, who had obviously seen me drifting off into my own little world.
I nodded and looked at my watch. 12:23 am. He could have at least had the etiquette to call me, and let me know what was up for tonight. Why did I bother with him?

"I'll give you one first, lay down" I giggled to Peter. He obeyed like a dog and lay there on filthy bar table, with spilled drinks and germs underneath.
"Take your time baby" he hooted.

I took the shot of Jack Daniels, bitter to the bottom, and squeezed some sour as hell lime onto my tongue. Peter then lifted his shirt up in anticipation as I salted the area around his belly button. And like a swift wind, I licked him and the salt right up. Now for the last step, the kiss. I smiled at Peter for a second before plunging my needy tongue into his mouth. The kiss was only intended to last for a few seconds, but the overly excited Peter had his arms wrapped around my neck, forcing me to keep stuck to him. The all ready drunken crowd cheered and applauded me as if they had never seen this feat done before. 'D.C idiots' I muttered underneath my breath, after Peter let me go. I wont lie, I enjoyed the habitual kiss, but it was nothing compared to a Billie Joe, all in your mouth, kiss. When Peter kissed me, it made me feel happy, a bit horny, and dumb. But when Billie Joe kissed me, I felt a wave of excitement overcome me. I felt like I would explode with pleasure, instead of teenage horniness, I felt like a complete fool, instead of simply dumb. Basically, there was no comparison.

"Now its your turn" mouthed Peter to my ear. So, I lay on the table awaiting for him to entertain himself with me yet again. That is, until I felt my hip buzzing. Right as Peter was about to dunk his head to give me a mediocre kiss, I sat up to take my phone call, causing our heads to 'BONK'.

"Shit" I mutter. "Sorry Peter, but I have to take this call" I giggle. While sitting up to leave he yells over the music "You better come back when you're done". And as I sauntered on over to leave, he spanked my ass for his pleasure. I whipped my head around and gave him a 'don't you ever pull that shit again' glare. He only smirked in response, since he was obviously tipsy.

Goosebumps from the cool wind were gathering around my arms as I looked at the screen on my cell phone to see who was calling me. To my dismay, it wasn't Billie Joe, but my friend Jennifer.

"Hello?" I answered.
"Serenity, are you in D.C?" she asks surprised.
"Yes"
"For what? And why didn't you tell me?"
"Its nothing important, I friend of mine is staying here for a few days, so I came to visit her"
"Well thanks for including m in your life" she retorts.
"Jen, I'm serious, it was unexpected and I'm not even having much fun" I lie.
"If you would have bought me, you would be having fun" she giggled.
"Yeah yeah, so what are you up to tonight?"
"Nothing, me and Jack are going to the movies in a few though"
"Oh, well I'm kind of busy, so I'll call you tomorrow"
"Alright, have fun, Bye"
"Bye"

I doubt Jen heard my good-bye, because all of a sudden a rush of laughter, screaming, and roaring passed by me at the entrance. All of the noise was coming from a large group of people. They were all filtering themselves right at the entrance door to the bar.
'Probably a fight' I thought to myself. I hate when people got all worked up and over zealous about little bar fights. What do you expect to happen when you have physco men mixed with booze and other physco men?
Stuffing my phone back into my pocket, I quickly walked back towards the entrance doors before they burst full of people.

Too late.

I attempted squeezing through a group of men. Instead all I managed to get were
'mmmm, squeeze by me again baby' and 'Nice legs! What time do they open?'

Two words: D.C BASTARDS! I hate belligerent snooty men.

The crowd was getting larger in the few minutes that I had reached it. When I saw flashes of camera phones and disposable cameras, I knew what was going on.
Attention: We have a celebrity in our midst.

It had to be Green Day. Bar, Washington D.C, 1:30 am, and celebrity, were the words that highly corresponded to them. Who else could it possibly be? And to make sure my theory was correct I decided to itch my way over to the center of the crowd and try to get a glimpse of who or what it was.