Two Different Roads

The Monkees

A few days went by, days filled with sun, sand, and music. Mike worked hard trying to procure paying gigs, but he and Ellen played just as hard. They went to the beach nearly every day, Ellen's pale skin actually becoming a healthy-looking bronze for the first time in the California sun, had dinners at an inexpensive Italian restaurant Mike loved which immediately became 'their' place, spent evenings playing board games with Vicky and made love almost continuously.
There was very little money, but Ellen didn't care. She'd never really believed in the old romantic cliche about 'living' on love, but it almost seemed appropriate now.
It was Mike who wanted more, who desired more than just about anything to become a success. It continued to elude him, then one day he showed Ellen an ad he'd seen in Variety asking for rock and roll musicians/singers to audition for acting parts in a new tv series.
"What do you think about this Baby?"
"You want to audition?"
"I was considering it."
"Well, you're talented enough. I say go for it."
"But am I really the type they're looking for? And this here says 17-21. I'm damn near 23."
"I don't think a couple of years will matter much, and you're good-looking, smart, funny, just downright unique. Why WOULDN'T they want you?"
"Is unique a nice way of saying weird?"
"All the best people are a bit weird, Baby."
II
Ellen awoke to a hand on her hip and kisses on the back of her neck. This had already become a typical way of starting the day because Mike seemed to particularly enjoy morning sex. It was like a part of his daily ritual.
"I think I'd like a really hearty English breakfast, " he whispered, his hand in her knickers now.
"I'll start with a long, tall Texan, " she said, unexpectedly rolling him onto his back.
She liked to surprise him. She had no idea how many previous partners Mike might have had, but as adventurous as John was in bed, she was fairly certain there were still things she could teach her new lover.
She kissed her way down his body, slowly, sensuously, teased his navel with her tongue then focused on that impressive erection. A gratifying moan when she touched him, feather light strokes with her fingers-a startled gasp as her tongue first tasted him. So this was new for him.
"Are you sure?"
"Let me do this. You'll love it."
"I've never been with anyone who would, so I guess I just thought women didn't like doing it. I stopped even suggesting it."
"You're in for a treat then."
"Well I guess it's OK as long as youre sure you don't mind."
"Mind? Michael I love doing it. You want to know why?"
He groaned heartily as her mouth enveloped the sensitive head of his cock.
"That's why."
She proceeded slowly. Mike had to be at least eight to nine inches long and thick. This was somewhat new territory for her as well. She took as much of him as she felt comfortable with at this point, making sure to include her tongue.
"God Ellen, that's just so..."
"I know, Baby, I know."
She continued until it became apparent he was getting close then moved back up his body to lye on top of him. She took him inside her, let her body adjust to his size, then rode him expertly.
"Shit Baby you fuck me so good."
He sat up, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. She rode them both to completion and they continued to hold each other for a few minutes more with deep open mouthed kisses.
"I should make you some breakfast before the audition."
"You're beautiful, you're smart, you fuck like a porn star, you cook AND clean. You're like my greatest wet dream. I love you so much Baby."
I love you too Cowboy."
"You gave me head and fucked my brains out. I guess I'll let that pass this time."
III
When he came into the kitchenette freshly showered wearing his daily uniform of boots, jeans, and long-sleeved button-up shirt, Ellen and Vicky were both working at the stove.
"Good morning ladies. Something smells nice."
"Pancakes and bangers or sausage for you Yanks."
"Great. "
He slipped his arms around Ellen, kissed her. "Speaking of great..." He eyed her up and down. She was wearing a pair of his old jeans she'd fashioned into cut off shorts and his favorite white t-shirt that advertised Triumph motorcycles. "I'm not sure why, but I just think it's so sexy when you wear my clothes."
"I like it because then I smell like you all day." "Don't you two ever stop?"
"Nope." He spun her around when Mel Carter's "Hold Me" came on the radio, sang it to her.
"Save that voice for the audition."
He scarfed a plateful of food, donned his wool hat and picked up the bag of laundry he intended to do on the way home.
"I'm off. Give me some sugar for luck Baby."
"You don't need luck Cowboy."
"There she goes again."
IV
A couple of weeks later Mike was in a recording studio laying down a single (he'd actually made a handful of those recently.) When he was called to the phone.
"Somebody named Ellen with a sexy accent says it's important so not to be mad at the interruption."
"I'm not mad Baby, but I am pretty busy," he told her. "What is it?"
"You're officially a tv star."
"What? You mean I got the job with The Monkees?"
"You did indeed Luv."
"Yee haw! Hot damn! Put on your slinkiest dress. Vicky too. As soon as I get done here we're going out to celebrate!"

I kind of think of The Monkees' "Sometime In The Morning" during the new experience she gifts Mike with.