A Ballad For Beulah

As Beulah fumbled for her apartment key, Billie Joe's lips flitted across the skin of her bare shoulder, his arms snaking around to her stomach and moving up the front of her shirt to caress her skin with callused fingers. She let out a rigid breath, trying to focus on unlocking the door as he kissed up her neck, pushing her hair out of the way with the tip of his nose and making circles on her skin with his tongue.

With the warmth of his chest pressed against her back, she managed to unlock the door and push it open, as Billie Joe turned her body around to face him, walking her backward into the apartment and kicking the door shut with the heel of his shoe.

Beulah threw her purse and keys to the floor as Billie Joe's arms snaked around to her back and lifted her tank top up over her head and chucked it over his head, not caring one iota where it landed.

He pulled his head back to take in the sight of her baby blue bra that matched her tank top and smirked devilishly at her as he continued to walk her backwards into a wall. He cupped his hands under her ass and lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs about his waist as he claimed her lips like a ravenous fiend.

"Are you sure we should---" was the only thing Beulah managed to mumble before Billie Joe closed his mouth over hers, making her knees feel so weak.

Running her hands up the back of his neck, she gripped his hair and pulled him in for a deeper kiss, smiling despite herself. Her fingers nervously moved to top of his pants and pulled his shirt out of its tucked in style. His eyes lifted up to meet hers and he just looked at her for a moment as she carelessly let his shirt fall from her hands as soon as it was off him. Then, an animalistic glimmer flashed in his eyes as he press his bare chest to her, reveling in the warmth of flesh on flesh.

"I want you, right-fucking-now..." he muttered, seductively.

"Okay," she whimpered like an obedient child. Pushing herself down his body, she broke apart from him and began to back away, leading him to her bedroom, but he shook his head. "What?" she questioned.

"No," he spoke. "Right here."

"The living room?"

He nodded, closing the gap between their bodies, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other around the back of her neck to pull her in for another kiss. Slowly, he brought them both down to kneel on the ground until he laid her down on the thin carpeting, his body hovering over hers. Straddling her, Billie Joe leaned forward to reach around her back and unsnap her bra with the expertise of a master magician.

His green eyes darkened with lust as he kissed her. Sliding his hands down between their bodies, Billie Joe undid the rest of their clothing, snickering to himself at how he managed to do it all without interrupting the moment.

As the pair of them went at it like white on rice, it was something of a conundrum that the neighbors didn't complain at how loud and ruckus-y they were, given the fact that the walls were practically paper-thin.

When Billie Joe reached his peak, his whole body shuddered like a chicken running around with its head cut off as he leaned down and pressed his face into the crook of her neck, kissing her salty skin. Beulah threw her arms around his shoulders to hold him close to her as they both came down from their sexual high, leaving her to go limp and lethargic underneath him.

Panting, Billie Joe finally collapsed on top of her and rested his head on top of her bosom, holding her as closely as she was holding him.

"That was so..."

"Yeah," Billie Joe agreed without having to hear the end of her sentence. He lifted his head and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, showering her with a charming smile. "You certainly made my day, Bee."

"Likewise. If not my year."

Giving her a quick wink, he kissed her lips and smirked. "I think we should try the bedroom next," he whispered into her mouth in between kisses. "This floor is gonna kill my back."

"Aw, poor baby," she teased.

"Hey, I happen to be an old man now."

"At twenty-eight?"

"Yeah," he insisted. "Considering I didn't think I'd ever make it to twenty-five."

"Okay," she replied. "Bedroom it is..."

* * *

Beulah woke up to the sunlight peeking through her curtains, not knowing what time it was.

As her blue eyes opened, she turned her head to find Billie Joe sprawled out beside her; lying on his stomach and his face buried in a pillow while one of his arms were draped over the edge of the bed.

She smiled.

Lifting a hand, she lifted the bed sheet up to take a look at his bare ass, then dropping it back down.

She smiled even wider.

Taking that same hand, Beulah made her fingers walk up the length of his body from the peak of his sheet-covered butt, up his bare back, and to the soft skin of his neck as she leaned over and let her arm snake around his body so that she could rest her chin between his shoulder blades.

All those gestures, together, caused the sleeping punk rocker to stir. He mumbled something incoherent and inaudible, turning his head and slowly starting to lay on his side as he opened his eyes, squinting sleepily at Beulah who had sat up to smile down at him.

"Mornin' Sleepy."

He began to smile at first, but then a flash of mild panic spread to his eyes as he swallowed back a lump in his throat. But when he looked at Beulah's concerned expression, he put on a happy face and smiled up at her once more.

"Uh...morning. What time is it?"

Beulah shrugged. "Not sure. But I'm guessing somewhere around 10 or 11. Not yet noon at least because the fire station down the road blows this whistle thing every day at noon."

Sitting up slowly, Billie Joe ran a hand through his hair and then lifting up the sheet.

Yep. He was naked. And judging by how lazy his dick looked, he'd had lotsa sex last night.

And, then, he mentally kicked himself.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

"How you feeling this morning?"

"A little hazy. With a slight side dish of a headache."

"Well, you were drinking quite a bit at the Bellagio. And I think, at one point, you banged your head against my headboard last night."

Fuck!

"That would explain why the top of my head feels soft like a newborn's ass," he attempted to joke, but his heart wasn't in it.

Fuck, what did I do? Why did I do this? Beulah's such a nice girl! I shouldn't have done this! Tom's gonna fuck me up if he finds out. Oh, fuck. Adie's gonna fuck me up if she finds out! I was mad at her, yeah. I'm sick and tired of fighting with her, of course. But I don't want to leave her! How the hell am I gonna hide this?

Beulah slid off the bed, utterly naked, and even though he was kicking himself for sleeping with her, he couldn't help but feel aroused again.

Damn you to hell, cock! I can't think with you, damnit!

Beulah stepped over to her closet and pulled out a thin robe that she wrapped around her body, but it was too late. Just the sight of her bare ass walking away from him was enough to give him a new erection.

"Shit," he muttered.

"Hmm?" she wondered, turning around and lifting her hair out from underneath her robe, letting it fall over her shoulders.

Oh, hell, he thought. You've already gone this far. Might as well finish it.

Sliding off the bed, he threw her an almost sad-like smile as he reached his hands out to her. As she bit her lip and smiled, he kicked himself at how completely happy she seemed. How could he possibly make her sad? He didn't want to break her heart, but he also didn't want to give up on his marriage, which is where he knew he belonged.

"C'mere," he muttered. As she neared closer to him, he inched over to the end of the bed and snaked his arms around her waist, sitting there in the buff.

As she smiled, he pulled her closer to him, sitting her down in his lap, facing him. As his erection prodded at her, the friction proved too much, as he gave in and threw her down on the bed.

"Again?" she asked, happily surprised.

"Yeah. Again."

* * *

That night, Beulah took the night off of work, calling in sick, because Billie Joe got her backstage to the concert at the Las Vegas Drag Strip, where Mike was really surprised to see how grown up the little Beulah he'd known had become.

He gave her a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek as Tre came up and did the same. She got chatting with them for a while until it was time for them to go on stage and play.

Watching them from off stage took her back to the time when she was ten and it was her birthday when she'd seen them play in that small, cruddy club on Gilman Street in Berkeley. A long cry from where they were now.

Poor little punk rockers to successful punk rock stars.

When their show was over, they trudged off stage, but Billie Joe seemed to avoid eye contact with her at first, which confused her only slightly. They dragged her with them as they hit the town for a bit to celebrate the awesome show they had, buying rounds of drinks for everyone with him.

They hit the Strip and joked around, but Billie Joe remained a tad sullen, though he still participated in the shenanigans.

And Beulah was just so happy that she'd been with Billie Joe. It was all her heart really ever wanted.

For him to want her like she wanted him.

Then, when the night drew to a close, and the guys knew they had to leave for Ventura, they dropped Beulah off at her apartment building. Billie Joe got out with her to walk her upstairs to the door, where she stood smiling in her door frame.

"So, um...when will I be able to see you again?" she wondered shyly. She knew she shouldn't expect much, but Billie Joe was such a nice guy. He wouldn't 'Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am' her.

"I dunno," he shrugged. "I'll have to see when my schedule clears up and I can make it out here...you know."

"I understand. When you find the time. Maybe we could talk sometime?" she suggested. "I gave you my phone number, so call me whenever."

"Alright," he nodded. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on her lips and gave her a smile. "I'll be seeing you."

"I'll look forward to it," she responded with a big grin.

With a nod of his head, Billie Joe turned and walked down the hall to the stairwell, looking back at Beulah only briefly, which made her heart flutter as she disappeared into her apartment, closing the door behind her and letting out a muffled squeal.

As Billie Joe walked out of the building and up to the tour bus, his head hung a little low as he stepped inside, greeted by Mike who wore a curious expression on his face.

"What?" Billie Joe inquired, taking a seat at the table.

"What happened here in Vegas, man?" Mike asked, his face turning a shade of serious.

"Nothing," the guitarist insisted adamantly. "What kinda of jerk do you take me for?"

"I'm just a little curious, Bill. The way you were acting tonight around Beulah, it was kinda suspicious."

"Well, I was thinking about a fight I had with Adie last night, so I was a little distracted, that was it."

"Nothing else you wanna tell me? I mean, I'm you're friend and I'll listen to whatever you have to say."

"Fuck, Mike! I said nothing fucking happened, so drop it already!" Jumping back to his feet, Billie Joe turned around and headed toward the back of the bunk and away from his best friend.

"Let's hope not," Mike muttered with a frown.