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From American Idol To Bliss	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1734 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Week Top 4
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Making love with Chris had been everything I’d dreamed it’d be and more. I could hardy wait to do it again with him, but sadly, we didn’t get that chance.
When we woke from our nap, we showered together, and then we ordered chocolate-covered strawberries from room service.
I ran the hot tub that was in the bathroom, and Chris slipped on a t-shirt and some boxers to answer the door when room service arrived. Chris paid and tipped the bellboy, and then, once the bellboy was gone and Chris and I were alone again, Chris stripped down to nothing again.
We had proceeded to feed each other the strawberries while we relaxed together, naked in the hot tub. There was even whipped cream with the strawberries, which we had fun smearing in each other’s face, and then licking it off the other.
After our snack, I gave Chris a massage with the vanilla oils, and then I sucked him. We almost slept together again after that, but time was running out, and sadly, we had to dress and get ready to leave. After all, it wouldn’t look good if we missed curfew because we were in a hotel alone together.
When we got back to our room, we were both tired, so we settled for holding each other, kissing, and falling asleep in each other’s arms. The night was perfect. I just wished it could have lasted forever.
B*********C
The days leading up to elimination night had gone by too fast. Blake and I had made the best of our remaining time together, however. We went to a club one night, and other nights we stayed home, kissing and touching each other.
Now that I had slept with Blake, I didn’t want to again. Well, I did, but I didn’t have the heart to. I couldn’t enjoy it knowing that I would be going home the next night.
Though nothing was official yet, Phil and I had basically given up all hope of not being eliminated. Bon Jovi had even made a comment on how LaKisha should not go home, so we all knew that saved her. The only other options left to go home were Phil and I.
Phil hadn’t thought he’d win anyway, so he wasn’t overly upset. I, however, was heartbroken. No matter how it ended tomorrow night, I knew that I would have to say goodbye to Blake. Even though it was only going to be for a couple of weeks, to me, it seemed like an eternity.
B*********C
Of course, to make good TV, Ryan made Chris and I the last two on elimination night. We had already said goodbye to Phil Stacey, who got voted off earlier in the show. Even though we had all expected it, I was sad. But now that Chris and I had to say goodbye to each other, I didn’t know if I could do it.
I played it cool. When Chris said he’d go home for me, I knew how strong our love for each other really was, because I would go home for him if it were allowed.
Ryan asked about or relationship, and we both proudly stated that we were best friends. I wished I could confess that we were a lot more than that, but I knew I couldn’t.
When Ryan announced that Chris was eliminated, Chris and I just held each other, never wanting to let go.
I didn’t want to let go, but I had to so that Chris could sing one last time.
I danced along to his song even though I felt like crying. And after the song, when Chris hugged me once again, I couldn‘t hold back the tears any longer. I cried.
We hugged for the third time, and if I could have held onto him forever. I would have. You have no idea.
B*********C
I could hardly sing. I hated how they made the contestants sing after they had just been eliminated. I think I hid my sadness pretty well while I sang, but honestly it hurt. First, I had to go through that tearful goodbye with Blake, and then I had to see clips of when I first started on the show. Those clips were shot back when I actually thought I could win. It was just awful.
When the song ended, I hugged everyone, and then I hugged Blake. He was crying, and I just didn’t want to say goodbye. I had no choice, however.
That night, we cried together privately in our room. We kissed for a while, never wanting to let go of the other, but eventually, I had to get packing.
“You know this isn’t the end for us. We’ll see each other again in two weeks, and then no one can separate us. We’ll be able to rehearse together and tour together. And after that, we’ll have that apartment to look forward to,” Blake said.
I nodded. “I know.”
We were both trying not to cry again. As much as we were both looking forward to those things, I knew that it didn’t make either of us feel much better, for we had to separate for two whole weeks.
Before I left, Blake and I kissed for a minute straight and just held each other close, wishing we could stay together like that forever. Eventually, however, I had to go. I had a flight to catch. That was another ridiculous thing. I had to leave that night.
With one last kiss and one last hug, I left, but not before Blake and I gave each other a longing glance. It was as if we were trying to memorize the other before we had to separate.
I then left, and I’m not ashamed to say that I cried the whole way to the airport. I missed Blake so much already I thought I would surely die of a broken heart.
B*********C
It was pure torture saying goodbye to Chris, and even more torture trying to sleep that night. Every time I’d close my eyes, I’d think about no longer having Chris in my room or my bed. I wouldn’t have him to hang out with, or talk with. I wouldn’t have him to hold, kiss, or hug. I wouldn’t be able to feel him make love to me. I knew it was only going to be for two weeks, but it was the longest two weeks of my life. Not even an hour had gone by, and I wanted to just crawl under a rock and die. How I made it through the night, I had no idea.
Throughout the week, Jordin and I hung out together. It wasn’t the same as hanging out with Chris, but at least I didn’t feel so lonely.
I guess between hanging out with Jordin and practicing my songs it wasn’t so bad. Don’t get me wrong. I still missed Chris like crazy, but the week went by quicker than I had thought.
On our free night before performance night, Jordin and I went out to dinner, and then bowling. We joked and laughed with each other, and we pigged out on snacks from the snack place that was in the bowling alley. It was a lot of fun. Even so, I couldn’t help but think of how much Chris would have liked to bowl with us.
On the way home, Jordin picked up on my missing Chris.
“You really miss Chris, don’t you?” she asked me as we rode back to the house after bowling.
I turned my attention from the window I was looking at back to her. I gave her a weak smile. “How’d you know?”
“You’ve not been saying much since we got in here to go home. You’ve just been staring out the window, saying an occasional ‘yeah’, and not listening to me at all. I know that because I just said that I should run off and be in the circus instead of finishing American Idol, and you said ‘yeah, you should’. ” She winked at me.
I blushed. “Did I? I’m sorry. You’re right. I do miss him. I miss him so much!”
“Well don’t worry. You only have one more week without him, and then he’ll be here,” she said.
“One week seems like a year,” I said honestly.
“Well, why don’t you call him?” she suggested. “Call him when we get back, before you go to bed.”
I shrugged. “I suppose I could. He hasn’t called me, so I didn’t want to bother him.”
Jordin smiled. “Well maybe he is waiting for you to call.”
I thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. “You’re right. I’ll give him a call as soon as we get back. Thanks, Jordin!” I hugged her and kissed her cheek.
She grinned. “You two belong together. I’d do anything to help you two.”
I smiled at her, wondering why I had ever been so jealous of her. She was a good friend. I could hardly wait to get back and call Chris!
B*********C
I sighed as I lay tossing and turning in bed. I was all alone in NYC, and I missed Blake so much! I didn’t really feel like going out and exploring the city that never sleeps. I missed Blake. I had wanted to call him, but I had been so busy with interviews. Besides, he hadn’t called me. I didn’t want to be the first to call, and therefore sound pathetic, like I couldn’t bear to go what had only been a week without my boyfriend.
So there I was at one o’clock in the morning, wide-awake. I was tossing, turning, and missing Blake. I knew with the time difference that it was ten pm where Blake was. I wondered if he was back at the house, or if he was out clubbing.
“Maybe I should call him,” I said to myself.
I picked up my cell phone, and was just about to dial Blake’s number when it rang.
I nearly dropped the phone. It had scared the crap out of me! Well, not literally, but you know what I mean. Anyways, I looked at the number, and my heart sped up as I saw Blake’s number on it.
In a second, I had pressed talk. “Hello?”
“Hey, baby. I miss you. Gosh, it’s so good to hear your voice!”
I smiled. “It’s good to hear yours too. I was actually just about to call you. I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been lying awake thinking about you, and how much I miss you.”
“I’m sorry to call so late, or early in your case. I just had to talk to you. I didn’t want to wait.”
“It’s all right! I couldn’t sleep anyway. I really miss you. I should have called you, it’s just that I was busy with interviews, and then I didn’t want you to think I was pathetic for not being able to spend a simple week without you before calling.”
“I’d never think you were pathetic, because I was going through the same thing. I guess I felt the same way about calling you.”
I smiled. “Really?”
“Really,” Blake answered.
“So, how have you been? What have you been doing this week?”
“I hung out with Jordin, and rehearsed basically. Jordin and I went to dinner and bowling tonight. We pigged out on snacks at the bowling alley, and it made me miss you even more. I bet you would have had fun with us.”
“I bet I would have too.” I was a little jealous that Blake was hanging with Jordin, but I knew I had nothing to worry about.
“Jordin was the one who told me to call you. She saw how miserable I am without you.”
“That’s sweet. Tell her I said hello. I’m miserable without you too. Are you alone right now?”
“I will. Yes. I’m alone in our room.” Blake’s tone turned to a more quiet and seductive tone. “What are you wearing right now? Are you in bed?”
I bit my bottom lip. So this was how he wanted to play. All right. I could go for this.
“I’m in bed, and I’m wearing my boxers—
no t-shirt,” I said honestly. “How about you?”
“I still have all my clothes on. I’m sitting on the bed,” Blake answered.
“Why don’t you undress for me? Tell me what you’re doing as you do it,” I ordered.
I could hear Blake’s breathing become hitched on the other end of the line.
“All right,” he said in practically a whisper. “I’m taking off my shoes, and now my socks.”
I nodded. “Now what?”
“I’m undoing my belt and jeans. I’m sliding them off. I stepped out of them, but I left my briefs on.”
“Why?” It came out as a whine even though I hadn’t meant for it to.
Blake laughed. “All in good time, my love. Now, why don’t you take your boxers off before I continue?”
“Take your shirt off, and then we can take the rest off at the same time.”
“All right, it’s a deal.”
There was a pause before Blake came back on. “All right, I am now standing only in my briefs.”
“Get into bed,” I ordered.
There was a short pause before he came back on. “Done.”
I suddenly had an idea. “I want you to take your briefs off first.”
“We had a deal. We’re supposed to take them off together.”
I smiled. I could practically see Blake pouting. “I want you to close your eyes. I want you to take them off, and then I want you to make love to me.”
“Chris, have you gone crazy? How are we going to do this from opposite ends of the states?”
“Oh you’re romantic,” I said sarcastically.
“I’m sorry. What do you have in mind?”
“Simulation my dear. Or should I say…stimulation?”
“So you want me to touch myself and pretend that I’m making love to you?”
“Now you got it. And I’ll touch myself and pretend that it’s you touching me.”
“All right. Sounds interesting.”
I smiled. “Trust me. You’re going to love it!” I knew that he would.
B*********C
I’ll admit it, I was a little skeptical about Chris’ idea at first, but the more I thought about it, the hotter I thought it could be. I closed my eyes as Chris had ordered.
“Now, put a hand on each side of your boxers and slowly slide them off. Imagine me sliding them off of you.”
I did as told, slowly sliding them off, and picturing Chris on top of me, pulling them off slowly. I saw him grin as he tossed them to the floor.
“Touch yourself. Imagine it’s my mouth on you, making you nice and hard for me.”
“Gosh, Chris,” I gasped. He was already getting me nice and hard for him whether I touched myself or not. Even so, I began slowly stroking myself, imagining his warm, wet, mouth on me.
“I am slowly swirling my tongue around the head in a slow and circular motion. “Can you feel me, Blake?”
“Gosh yes!” I moved my thumb over the exact location in a slow and circular motion. “Baby, I don’t think you should do this much more if you want me to still be able to…” I trailed off.
“All right. I’m taking my mouth off you now, and waiting for you to prepare me so that you can come inside me.”
His tone was so sexy that I almost lost it at the sound of his voice alone. “I-I’m touching you. I am massaging a finger slowly into you. Do you feel me? I’m going slow at first, but I slip into you nicely.”
Chris moaned. “I feel you.”
“I massage it slowly in and out, driving you wild. Are you touching yourself?”
“No, you are.”
I smiled. “I have another finger inside of you now. You’re so tight, I can hardly wait to be inside of you.”
Chris moaned loudly in response.
“And now another finger.” I could hear his heavy breathing on the other end of the line. “And another. You’re opening nicely for me. I should be able to slip inside you so good.”
“Take me. Take me now. Please!” Chris begged.
“Yes. I’m gonna take you. I removed my fingers and now I’m holding you close. Can you feel me entering you?”
“Oh yes….” Chris hissed.
I moaned, and began stroking myself again, this time a little more hard and firm. I moaned again. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to last very long…
B*********C
I know how disgusting I must have looked massaging my own fingers into myself, but right then I really didn’t care. Besides, as far as I was concerned, it was Blake’s fingers and now groin doing that to me.
“Mm, Blake, you feel so good.”
“Do you like how big I am? I fit so perfectly inside you, like we’re made to be together.”
“That’s because we are.”
“I know.”
As I continued to stroke myself with one hand and finger myself with the other, and as Blake stroked himself, neither one of us could say much more after that.
The next time we spoke was when we were crying out the others name as we both came practically at the same time.
For the next few moments, all I could hear was the sound of his rapid breathing, and I knew that probably all he could hear was the sound of my own rapid breathing.
When I was finally able to think straight again, I spoke. “How are you doing?”
“Much better now. Though, I can’t wait for the real thing.”
“Me neither.”
“Really?”
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “The next time we’re together, I’m all yours baby.”
“The next time can’t come soon enough. I’ll let you sleep now. I know how you like to sleep after we…” Blake trailed off.
I smiled. “You do too.”
“Indeed I do. I’ll be counting the days until we’re together again.”
“Me too. Good luck tomorrow. And if you get a chance at four your time, watch me on Ellen!”
“Thanks! And I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Goodnight.” He kissed the receiver.
“Goodnight,” I said, kissing the receiver in return.
We both hung up then, and I smiled to myself as I lie in bed, now feeling tired. I loved him so much! I just hadn’t wanted to tell him so over the phone. I would tell him as soon as we saw each other again. And this time, I wouldn’t chicken out.
B*********C
As I lie in bed, about ready to fall asleep, I couldn’t help but think how happy Chris had made me. I was glad we were able to do what we had done over the phone, but still. I needed the real thing. And if I didn’t have Chris actually there with me in the flesh soon, I was going to freaking fly out to NYC, or wherever he’d be, and ravish him there. Screw the competition! I was just glad that I only had to wait one more week. I couldn’t handle any longer than that.
B*********C
I slept so good that night, for I knew that the next time I saw Blake, I would finally know what it felt like to really have him inside me. I cold hardly wait.
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