Maybe Baby Lite (34 page)

“
Oh yes,” he rasped,
pulling me up to him. We lay in each other’s arms as our racing
hearts slowed. We were both sweaty and wet. Trey finally rolled
over and got up from the bed, heading toward the
bathroom.

“
Are you coming back?” I
asked.

He turned to look at me in
his magnificent nakedness, smiling, “I just have to pee, Tylar.
I’ll be back.”

Good, I thought. I wasn’t
done yet. Ten minutes later we were once again locked in each
other’s bodies, exploring secret places. Finally convinced I was
healed, Trey buried himself in me once again, and this time there
was no pain, and plenty of wet, hot pleasure.

Trey and I had showered,
ordered breakfast from room service, and were dressed for the day.
I wore a new outfit I’d bought with Gina and Trey wore his suit
from last night. He phoned a cab to take him back to his apartment.
It was 10:30 a.m. and checkout at the hotel wasn't until noon. Trey
promised that he would be back to pick me up at noon and take me to
the airport.

When he left, I called
Gina’s room. She answered groggily.

“
Gina, what are you
doing?” I asked.

“
What the fuck you think
girlfriend? I’m sleeping here, next to my hubby. Why?”

“
Gina,” I said excitedly,
“Trey and I did it last night!”

“
Did what? Are you
freakin’ telling me that you two tied the knot? What?” I heard Ian
mumble something to her, and she hushed him up.

“
No, we didn’t get
married, we made love,” I replied matter-of-factly. “I’m no longer
a virgin!” I declared proudly.

“
What the—?” Gina was
shocked. I heard her tell Ian to shut up, and then she was back on
the phone. “I’ll be right down to your room. Ian is bitching at me
to be quiet. Don’t move.”

I'd barely hung up the
hotel phone when she was pounding on my door. I opened it and she
stood there in her silk camisole with matching shorts.

“
Ok,” she said, pulling me
behind her to the sofa where we sat down. “I think there is some
clarification in order here, Ty.”

“
Okay,” I said. “What do
you want clarified?”

“
Are you shitting me?” she
practically hollered. “You freaking drop two bombshells on me this
morning and you don’t think I’m not a bit confused? Number one: you
just for the first time ever fucked Trey?” she asked.

I nodded, adding, “I
prefer to view it as making love.”

“
Whatever,” she waved me
off. “Secondly, you're telling me that this is the first time
you’ve made love, had sex, fucked whatever you choose to call it,
with anyone?”

“
Yes!”

“
Well I’m pissed!” she
declared. “You never told me that you were still a freakin’
virgin.”

“
Well, you never asked,” I
shrugged.

“
I should continue being
pissed at you because friends are supposed to tell friends stuff,
but what the hell, I’m dying to know. How was it?” We both shrieked
and laughed in unison.

“
Oh my God,” I said,
pulling my knees up and wrapping my arms around them. “It was so
intense, Gina. I never thought it would be like that. I mean I had
several orgasms and I’m pretty sure I’ve had two of the four that I
read about in Cosmo.”

“
Really?” she asked, her
eyes getting wide. “Tell me this girlfriend,” she lowered her voice
as if there was someone else in the room, “how is he
hung?”

“
I don’t have a point of
reference to go by, but I'd say he’s huge.”

“
Huge, huh? Well how would
you know if it’s huge if he’s the first one, you know?”

“
Well that’s it, I don’t
know. It just seemed that way to me.”

“
Okay,” she said, looking
around the room. She got up, went into the bathroom and returned
with a can of my hair spray. “Using this as a point of reference,”
she said, handing me the can, “show me how Trey’s pecker compares
to this hair spray can.”

I thought for a moment,
recalling how far my hand had glided from root to tip when I was
massaging it. I closed my eyes, and encircled the can with my right
hand, stopping at the spot where I estimated the end of his
erection to be.

“
Right to here,” I said,
holding the can up to show her his length. Her eyes
widened.

“
Shut up!” she said,
“you're lying, girl! Okay, okay,” she continued, “let’s look at
girth.” She turned the can on its side so that the circumference of
the bottom was visible. “Here,” she instructed, “I want you to take
your thumb and your index finger and bring them as close to the tip
of each one against the bottom of this can to show me approximately
how thick his pecker is.”

I did as instructed,
showing here that it was way too thick for my thumb and index
finger to touch.

“
Oh my God,” she cried,
“how in the hell are you walking today?” We both dissolved into
laughter. “Seriously though,” Gina said, “I had no idea that you
and Trey had never been sexual. You two have this freakin’
chemistry like I’ve never seen before. What the hell took you so
long?”

“
Trust me, I was ready,” I
replied. “I think Trey may have some baggage of his own. I’m not
really sure what all that's about, but I plan to find out. Then of
course, there’s my baggage. Finding out all that stuff about my
mom. Dreams I was having about my past that I can’t decide are real
or nightmares.”

“
You never shared any of
that with me, Tylar? Why?”

“
Gina, trust doesn’t come
easy to me. That’s probably because of my mom and growing up with
her. Even now it’s hard for me to tell you that much. I don’t know.
It’s like I was in denial for a while, then clearly ashamed when I
did start to come to terms with it. Trey knows these things about
me, not because I shared with him, at least not at first, but he
was around during a lot of my nightmares. Do you remember that note
you picked up on the floor of my cottage?”

“
Yeah,” she said, “the one
that called you ‘Sissy’?”

I nodded. “I never shared
what that meant with you. I was in denial…it’s called repressed
memories. But I knew what it was.”

Gina stared at me,
listening. “Gina, my mom, as it turns out, was a prostitute. I
simply thought she was a whore, which I guess is just as bad,
perhaps worse, but the man who left that note was someone who’d
been associated with her in her past. He actually sexually molested
me during one of my mom’s ‘date nights.’ I was 13 at the time. He
did it digitally and orally,” I clarified, not wanting her to think
the worst.

I continued, “But the
thing is, I have no clue who or where he is and how he has managed
to find me. Trey and I went to Louisville to find some answers. We
still have more questions.”

Gina’s eyes teared up as
she leaned over and hugged me. “Girlfriend, I'm so sorry,” she
cried, “and here I am, always being so fucking outspoken and
judgmental where you're concerned. What a bitch you have for a
friend,” she wailed.

“
I wouldn’t have you any
other way, Gina,” I reminded her.

“
So,” she said, wiping her
eyes and sniffling a bit, “what’s on your agenda with Trey now that
you’ve...uh…broken the seal?”

“
I don’t really know.” I
didn’t want to get into the part where Trey and I had made the
pact. I knew that would send Gina into a tailspin. I needed her to
be okay with Trey. It was important to me. So I gave her the most
truthful answer that I could.

“
He wants us to be
exclusive,” I said.

“
I should fuckin’ hope so.
You gave the man your cherry, Tylar. He must know how significant
that is.”

“
He does,” I defended
Trey, “it’s just that, you know, I actually work for him, so we
aren’t going to be overtly public.”

“
No worries,” Gina assured
me. “I won’t say a word to anyone except Ian. We don’t have secrets
from each other and he certainly wouldn’t say anything to anyone
else.”

Gina and I chatted while I
finished up my packing. I wore a really cute pair of capri pants
with a cotton cami top that had a built in push up bra. I'd blown
dry my hair and was wearing it down. Everything was packed up and
ready.

“
Trey is taking me to the
airport,” I told her. “I really want to thank you, Gina, for giving
me the best birthday that I could have ever imagined.” We hugged
again.

“
This ain’t goodbye
girlfriend you know. I’ll be back in Bristol when the next bumper
crop of fermented wine is in.”

As noon approached, I
called down for a bellhop. He was up to the room shortly with the
luggage cart, loading my suitcases. Gina wanted to walk me down to
the lobby. I discouraged her on account of short pajamas. Besides,
I was afraid that I'd cry.

“
Call me this week,” she
instructed.

“
I will,” I promised,
“tell Ian I said ‘Bye,’ and thanks for everything!”

“
I’ll do it,” she said,
giving me one last hug as she disappeared down the hallway to their
suite. I approached the desk to settle up for the room service
breakfast Trey and I'd enjoyed this morning. As I reached for my
billfold, Trey came up behind me, placing his hand on the small of
my back.

“
I’ve got this, angel,” he
said, smiling down at me. He paid the bill and took my hand,
leading me to the front entrance. The bellboy followed us out the
front entrance of the hotel with my luggage. Trey steered me over
to the outer lane of the drive-up circle to the hotel. There was a
brand new, cherry red Mercedes-Benz SLK 350 Roadster parked
there.

What’s this? Did he buy
yet another expensive car? Trey popped the trunk and the bellboy
stowed my luggage inside. Trey handed him a tip, then walked me
around to the passenger side, opening the door for me. I got in,
noticing the new car smell. Trey got in, instructing me (as always)
to fasten my seat belt.

“
Nice car,” I commented.
“Is this your Atlanta car?”

He smiled, “No Tylar,
it’s
your
Bristol
car.”

What?

“
Trey…” I
started.

“
I won’t argue with you
about this Tylar. This is my gift to you for your 21st birthday. I
want you to have it. The color fits you. It's the color of fun,
it’s the color of passion, and it’s the color you'll make me see if
you give me any shit about taking it. Got it?”

I leaned over and hugged
him. “Thank you, Trey. I love it.”

I love you,
I thought. I love everything you have given me
over the past 24 hours.

He was on the interstate
in a matter of minutes. “So,” I asked, “is this as fast as your
Lamborghini?”

Trey laughed
good-naturedly. “I’m afraid not, Tylar. I want you to take things a
bit slower. This car gets zero to 60 in five point four seconds. I
think you can handle that, don’t you?”

Trey drove past the exit
to the airport. I looked over at him for an explanation. “We’re
driving back to Bristol, Tylar. How else would we get your car to
you?”

“
Oh, right,” I laughed. I
settled back in my new sports car. Perhaps eventually Trey would
let me drive it. He played soft classical music over the system
that lulled me to sleep. I dreamed of our night together and the
passion that we'd shared. I wished that it would always be that way
between us. I wondered if this was how it was supposed to be when
you loved someone. The next thing I knew we were pulling into the
long, winding drive of the estate up to the manor.

“
Wake up, baby girl,” Trey
said softly, “we’re home.”

“
Trey, we’re at your
home,” I replied.

“
You're staying here with
me tonight. No argument.” He got out of the car and opened my door
for me to get out. As always, Thatcher was coming out the front
door, gathering my luggage and taking it into the manor. Trey put
his arm around me, leading me up the winding staircase to his
suite. I was exhausted.

“
Do you want something to
eat, Tylar?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I really
want go to bed, if that’s all right.”

“
Of course,” he
answered.

I looked in Trey’s closet
for one of his shirts to wear. I put it on, buttoning only a couple
of the buttons. I pulled the covers down from his bed, and crawled
beneath them. Trey came back into the room just as I got settled
in. He came over to my side of the bed, bending down and smoothing
my hair back.

“
I’ve got some work to do
in my study, okay? I’ll be up in an hour or so.”

I nodded, feeling his lips
brush my forehead again before he went to the door, turning out the
light before he left. It was some time later that I felt Trey climb
into bed next to me. He smelled freshly showered. He curled up next
to me, pulling me in close to him, and wrapping his arm around me.
I slept the whole night cradled in the comfort of his strong
body.

Trey and I ate breakfast
together the next morning. He wore khakis and a polo and I was
dressed for my day of dressage training. Trey had hired Mark
Montgomery, an expert trainer in classical dressage who'd competed
both in Europe and the U.S. He'd worked the first couple of weeks
alone with Derringer and today was my day to start with him and the
horse.