Sympathy for the Devil

part ten: finale

Bill turned on the radio on his nightstand in his bedroom while Star dressed down in the bathroom. He slipped under his covers after turning the overhead light off. His head was spinning a bit, he regretted overdoing it at Otto's. Just the night lamp was on which Star covered with a silk scarf creating a soft glow in the room. The gentle chords to Hey, Hey, What Can I Do by Led Zeppelin began to softly play on the radio when Star stepped out in her worn in pink nightgown that hung too low on her breasts. Bill remembered when he saw her in it the first night they spent together, how he quickly darted his eyes away. This time he didn't.

"Turn it up," she said, "this song's about me, you know."

"Oh really?" Bill lightly laughed. "You know Robert Plant? Can you introduce me?"

"Shhh," she laughed with him. "Just listen." She stood at the foot of his bed, swaying her hips with her arms above her head. The gown lifted showing off her black lace panties slightly. "Everybody's with the one they love. I walk the town, keep a-searchin' all around... Lookin' for my street corner girl!" She playfully sang with conviction and then plopped right in bed right next to Bill laughing with him. "Oh goodness..." she yawned. "I'm drunk."

"Do I need to get the bathroom bin?" He joked, reaching over to turn the volume dial down.

"I think I can hold it tonight," she threw an arm around him, snuggling into his side without reservation. The music faded to dead air on the radio. Star looked up curious about the silence at first when she noticed Bill staring right at her.

He lightly stroked her cheek with his free hand before slipping it through her hair, into the dark inch roots, pulling her lips to his. He knew it was out of line but it was what he wanted. What he needed. When he felt her kiss him back, he let himself relax. Her body molded to the side of him. So he ran his hand down her body, wrapping a hand around the back of her smooth thigh, gently pulling her on top of him. They were wrapped up in each other, feverishly kissing. Biting, sucking and licking. Bill broke off from her lips kissing along the soft skin of her neck. He lightly nipped at her skin, a low moan hummed in her throat. Her heat nimbly grinding on the erection growing in his sweats.

"Bill," she said breathlessly. She felt his hands travel along her back to softly grip her bottom. "Bill." She said snapping out of it then. She couldn't do this. "Bill, stop," she said assertively putting her hands on his chest pushing him back. "N-not like this..."

He drew his hands away from her body. "Did I do something?" He said apologetically.

"No... we, we're drunk," she said sliding off him. "I'm sorry," she bit her lip.

"No, it's my fault. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Really..." she said trying to steady her breathing. "Let's... get some sleep," she put her arm around him, to how they originally were.

Bill took a deep breath and nodded. He reached for the lamp and the radio turning them off. "Goodnight," he said.

Star found his lips in the dark and kissed him tenderly. "Goodnight..."

Bill must have stayed up for an hour listening to Star's evening breathing as she slept. Not to be a creep but to focus on anything else that wasn't the erection he had gotten. He hadn't gotten laid in so long that it just wasn't letting down. He reached down to flip his dick into the waistband so that it was no longer tenting his sweats. It was embarrassing how juvenile it made him feel. Star was right to stop him, they were drunk, it should be done with more thought. Before he drifted to sleep he looked down at Star, just thinking how thankful he was that he had met her out of the thousands of people in the city.
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When Bill woke up he was alone. The bathroom light shone from under the door and he figured Star was in there. He sat up, taking a cigarette out of his pack and checking the time. He lightly groaned when he saw that it was half past one in the afternoon. He never slept in this long. Setting his cigarette in the ashtray he swung his legs out of bed, lazily getting up to get coffee. He stopped right at the door noticing that Star's bags weren't there like they were before. He turned his head towards the bathroom and called her name.