Time To Waste

Chapter 04: Wet

Ricky entered the bathroom to discover the couple soaking in a massive tub, buried in bubbles and with a soaked, marble tile splash-zone around that tub. He cleared his throat dramatically to let the pair know that he had entered the room. "You rang?" he cocked an eyebrow at his bandmate.

Glancing toward the intruder that he knew would be arriving, Chris smirked. "I did. Look what I have here!" He gestured toward his girlfriend who had returned to her original position in the magnificent tub and was lying across his torso with her head reclined on his muscular shoulder.

Turning her languid gaze toward the man standing in the doorway, Jenna met Rick's pale blue irises. "Rick?" she questioned without shock, without jumping to cover herself. Her reaction was lacking, he thought, as he was hoping for her to be a bit more shocked at his arrival. Was he a predictable choice? Boring, somehow? Worse yet, was she not attracted to him?

With a slight hesitation, Ricky nodded and approached the tub, perching on the side and glancing down at the beautiful woman. "Did Christopher explain to you exactly why I am here?" He didn't see the point in beating around the bush or playing games with her. After all, there was no doubt in his mind that his best friend had, in fact, explained very little to his beautiful new lady. Chris had never been good at details, preferred to jump in head-first and ask questions later.

As she attempted to redirect bubbles around her breasts casually, Jenna glanced upward into those stunning baby blues. She didn't see the primal lust shadowed in Rick's eyes that she saw in her boyfriend's: Chris was hungry, Rick appeared curiously emotionless. She swallowed, nodded slightly, but quickly gave up on covering herself and returned to rubbing her boyfriend's thighs. Rick didn't seem to care that she was naked, so she was going to try not to care too.

Possibly as a reaction to all of this, Chris sat up straighter, adjusting her body in his lap. He was harder than he'd been in a long time, and there was a part of him - a big part, ahem - that simply wanted to forego all this talk and get right down to the business of pleasure. Afraid that his wanton attitude in this situation might scare Jenna off his fantasy, he tried his best to behave. So, instead, he wrapped a long, tattooed arm over his girlfriend's ample chest to provide her with coverage. "I told her that I want to share her tonight," he grinned. "I didn't go into details."

Rick snorted. Details were never Chris' strength, or, well, more truthfully, Chris was either over-detailed and evasive; there was no middle ground for the vocalist. Of course, instead of ruining the mood, he simply nodded slightly toward his bandmate then returned to gazing down into Jenna's large brown eyes. "Is that okay with you, Jen? I can't touch you unless you say it's alright, and before anything happens, you also have to make me a promise."

Jenna's doe eyes seemed to get even bigger as she wrapped her dainty finger around Chris' protective arm. "What?"

"What...what?" Chris laughed, not following his girlfriend's question.