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On The Road Again	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13: Oops! It Happened Again.
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I was so glad I had made up with Chris. I don’t even know why I had gotten so angry. I guess having no sleep was getting to me. Plus, I was stressed out from trying to get my album recorded, and at the same time trying to hide Chris’ and my relationship. Then I had a show to do practically every night. It wasn’t easy. However, I wouldn’t change a minute of it. I loved touring with my friends and performing almost every night. I loved making my first real studio album and working with all the producers. I loved being with my boyfriend twenty-for hours a day. I just wished that everything wasn’t all smooshed together, hardly giving me any room to breathe.

Since we had made up, we had gone through two weeks of shows, having been to five state fairs. I was kind of getting tired of them, actually.
Chris and I had had fun with the fake teeth again at the Iowa State Fair, and we had even added cowboy hats to the mix. We posed with fans, who had gotten a kick out of it.
Shyamali asked to hang with us again that day. I guessed Sanjaya was hanging with Sligh, or whomever. It was weird that she suddenly wanted to hang with us all the time, but it wasn’t for too long. Haley came too. We all ate together and went on a couple rides, and then that was it.
Afterwards, we got to ride a golf cart it was fun.
Even so, I would be glad when the final fair was over. As fun as fairs are, there are only so many that I can take at a time.

B∞C

I was kind of sad to see how fast the tour was going. I could remember just starting the tour and thinking that wow, we have about two and a half months of touring! Now it was winding down to three weeks. I was worried about where the end of the tour would leave Blake and I. I had gotten a few offers from Nashville, where Phil, Sligh, and Haley were all moving. Phil was trying to talk me into moving there too. He said he’d love to have me write more for his album. Also, Martina McBride herself had told me on country week that I’d make a great country singer. Months back, Phil had even gotten overeager, and told an interviewer that I’d be moving there with him and Sligh. Fans had started to ask me about it. I brushed it off by saying I was considering it. The truth was, I wasn’t really considering it. I wanted to be with Blake. However, Blake was talking about going to Seattle to finish his recording his album, and I knew he loved his hometown. I was beginning to wonder if he had changed his mind about moving to LA with me. Would he and I be one of those couples that just drifted apart after all the hype was over? The thought made me sick.
I tried to keep my optimism up. I knew I just had to trust in Blake’s and my love for each other. Even so, every time he’d tense up when seeing fans wear shirts that implied that he and I were a couple, or every time he’d laugh it off when an interviewer flat out asked him if he and I were a couple, I’d start to worry all over again.
I got a few things to give me hope, however. Blake wasn’t always shy about teasing the fans when it came to him and I as a couple. As long as it was subtle enough, he’d be all for teasing them. The night of our New York Show, he told the audience that I was bringing sexy back. I had even subtly reached for his hand at one point, just enough for him to see before I pulled back. I got a smile out of him. I knew he was thinking about payback already.
Let’s just say the sex that night was incredible. But as I held him afterwards, I stated to feel depressed again. I knew that I should talk to him about my fears of us drifting apart after the tour, but I didn’t want to push him. He had been so on edge lately. I supposed I’d just have to wait it out and see how things went. We still had three weeks at least.
B∞C

Those two weeks went by fast that had led from the Iowa State Fair to our last fair of the tour, The New York State Fair. We had had the Allentown Fair in Pennsylvania the day before, and I was really glad that this was the last one.
Chris seemed kind of down lately, and I was hoping that he would cheer up soon. I was guessing that maybe it was the tour coming to an end that had him so down and out. I planned on keeping his spirits up as best I could. Days before, I had even done an interview in which I had told of how magical his and my time together in the studio had been. When Chris heard that, the smile it brought to his face made it all worth it to me. It may not have been the best thing to say to an interviewer, what with all the rumors going around about Chris and I being a couple, but at that moment I really didn’t give a damn.
Anyway, back to the Syracuse fair. Even though it was another fair, I was determined to have a good time.
As soon as we got there, and were allowed “out into the wild” (ha!), I knew exactly where I wanted to go first
“You know, we haven’t really gotten to play any games even though this our sixth state fair,” I said to Chris as we headed towards the midway.
He smiled. “Those games are so hard to win. The ones that are easy to win have crappy prizes and are more expensive. You have to keep upgrading to get to the good prizes.”
“Still. I want to win my boyfriend something,” I stated, resisting the urge to take his hand.
He grinned. “Well then, let’s see. What would you be good at? The duck pond game is over there, but there is nothing really worth winning.” He pointed over to where a little two-year-old (or however old she was) was putting her small little hand into a little pond of plastic pastel-colored ducks.
“Ha, ha, very funny!” I said, playfully swatting him.
He laughed. “What? I’m just trying to be of help.”
“Yeah right!” I said.
We walked past the game where you had to spray the water gun at the target. Whoever got theirs to the top first won the prize. One of the prizes was a medium-sized stuffed turtle from Over The Hedge. “I’m gonna win you that!” I said, exited. The fans had dubbed us animal nicknames. I was moose, and he was turtle. Mine was actually a nickname that I’ve had since before my American Idol days. I mentioned it once, and the fans had jumped all over it. I had forgotten how Chris got his nickname. I would have to ask him later. Anyway, I knew that that would be the perfect thing to get him.
“Two dollars to play. Winner gets choice!” the man taking the money said.
“If you don’t win, don’t feel bad. I’ll love you anyway,” Chris said with a smile. He said it in a joking manner, which I knew was to make it sound innocent to the public. “Do you want me to try too?”
I shook my head. “No! What if you win? It will take the fun away.” What would be the point of him winning his own prize?
Soon I found myself competing with six other players for the prize of choice. It didn’t take long for the game to end. The punk beside me had won. Boo. I took out another two dolls, and played again. The girl at the end won. Double boo.
Chris placed his hand over my shoulder. “Blake, you don’t have to do this. It’s the thought that counts.”
I shook my head, and dished out two more dollars. “No. I’m going to win this.”
He smiled, and stood behind me to watch, cheering me on.

After having spent a total of twenty dollars, I had finally won Chris his turtle. I proudly handed it to him after we had walked a few feet away from the game.
He smiled, and held it close to his body. “Well, it took you ten tries, but you finally did it. Thank you. I love it!”
I grinned, proud that I had won a prize for my boyfriend, and even more proud to see him smiling again. “Do you want to go drop that off on the bus, and then go get something to eat?”
He nodded. “But first, I saw something back there that I want to win you.”
“You don’t have to win me anything. I’m just happy that I was finally able to win you something,” I said sincerely. Actually, I liked winning him something. It made him happy, and it made me the man.
“Ah, come on! Let me win you something. Besides, I know you’re going to love what it is.” He winked at me.
I smiled. “Well, if it makes you happy…” I followed him down the mess of games to see exactly what game he wanted to play, and exactly what he planned on winning me.

B∞C

As soon as I had seen the giant stuffed SpongeBob SquarePants, I knew I had to win it for Blake. What I was really excited about was that the game was the one where you had to hit the hammer and make the metal thing hit the bell on top. I knew I could do this.
Blake’s whole face lit up when he saw what it was that I was going to win him. That’s right, gonna win him. I wasn’t leaving until I won it. I was especially going to win it now that he had tried so hard to win me my turtle. I didn’t see any stuffed moose to win, but I knew that Blake would like this even better.
I took the heaviest hammer they had. I had to pay five dollars for three tries. If I hit the bell, I got the big prize, which was the SpongeBob that Blake wanted.
“Don’t spend all you money on me. If you can’t get it within three tries, then just forget it. Just that you thought of me is more than enough,” he said to me, gently placing a hand over my arm.
I smiled. “I’m going to win this for you. You just watch.” I hoped my confidence didn’t come back to bite me in the butt.
Blake stepped back, and I turned to face the game. I raised the hammer and slammed it down hard. I hit the bell. Wow. I knew I could probably hit it, but I had surprised myself even by hitting it on the first try.
“Wow. Maybe I should start working out with you,” Blake joked.
I turned to him and grinned. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
He grinned too, and I turned back to the game.
I raised the hammer as high as I could, and slammed it down again. Again, the bell went off. There were a few cheers around me.
Blake and I smiled at each other.
“I guess you’re even stronger than I thought you were,” Blake said, sounding a little in aw.
I smirked, loving that I was able to show off for my boyfriend and win him a prize in the meantime. “I’m stronger than I thought I was,” I said in all honesty.
I turned back to the game, and once again used all my strength to hit the metal disc with my hammer.
The bell went off, and the onlookers that had been watching cheered. I could hear Blake cheering loudest of all, which made me smile.
“I’m impressed! Which prize would you like?” the man running the game asked as he took my hammer back from me.
“The SpongeBob SquarePants please,” I said proudly.
“Here you go. You earned it!” The guy handed me SpongeBob.
I grinned. “Thanks!” I grabbed SpongeBob, and Blake and I walked away.
Once we were almost out of the midway, we exchanged the animals. He had been holding mine while I played the game. I now took my turtle back from him, and he took his SpongeBob from me.
“Let’s go back to the bus,” Blake said, his voice kind of deep. I figured he was just trying to be quiet so that no one could overhear him.
I nodded. “All right. We can drop these off, and then go get something to eat.”
“I want something to eat all right,” he said.
I still didn’t quiet catch onto what he meant.
I nodded. “Me too. I’m starved.”
When we got onto the bus, we dropped our animals off, setting them on the chairs at the table.
“Come on. Let’s go eat,” I said, walking towards the door.
Blake pulled me back. Only when I turned around and saw that familiar look in his eyes and he spoke, did I realize exactly what he wanted to do.
“Do you have any idea how turned on I am from watching you win that prize for me?”
I grinned. Food could wait.
B∞C

I couldn’t help it. Watching his muscles ripple underneath his shirt, seeing how big his biceps were as he hit that hammer down hard onto the metal disk, and seeing him hit the bell not once but three times on the first try…. It was all too much for my mind and body to handle. I had to have him now. Who needed to go back out into another state fair anyway?
He grinned. “You liked that, did you?”
I nodded, and moved a little closer to him. “You have no idea.” I began massaging a hand over his clothed ass.
He moaned. “What was it you liked?” He started kissing down the side of my neck, nipping at the skin ever so gently. He got to that part behind my ear that drove me just as wild as it drove him when I kissed him there.
I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath. I slowly let it out before speaking. “I loved the way your biceps rippled as you hit that hammer. You’re so strong.” I moved my hands to gently squeeze his biceps
He moaned. “What else?” He pulled off his shirt.
I pulled off my own before replying. Both of our shirts now lie in a heap on the floor. “I love your pectorals, and your abs….” I gently latched onto his pecs with my hands before bending down a bit to kiss down his abs.
His hands went in my hair. “Are there any other parts of my body that you like?” His voice was a little hitched, and I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.
“Mm, well, there is a particular organ of yours that I’m quite interested in.” I began to undo his pants.
“My heart?”
I grinned, and pulled his pants and underwear down with one pull. “That too, but not exactly what I had in mind.”
“Then what?” He was trying to sound innocent, but I knew that he knew exactly what I had in mind.
“This,” I murmured, taking him into my mouth with one motion. I instantly deep throated him, and he swore.
I grinned against his cock. Score one for me. I loved making him swear. Making a not-so-little, shy, southern boy swear always drove me wild. Then again, Chris was the only one I had had that experience with, so it had to be him.
“Let’s not make the same mistake we made last time,” Chris said.
I nodded. “Right.”
We slipped of out sandals, and then headed to the backroom and locked the door behind us.
As soon as we got the door locked, I pressed Chris’ back up against the door, and got down on my knees. “Now. Where was I?”
I didn’t give Chris a chance to answer before I had him in my mouth again, having taken him all the way down, just as I had been doing before the interruption.
His hands went into my hair this time, and he gently massaged my scalp with his fingers. Sadly, there were no cuss words this time—just his rapid breathing. I knew it wasn’t going to take long for me to get him off.
I let my hands and fingers roam anywhere I could each. I grazed his balls with my fingers, causing him to whimper. He pressed my head down, helping me move over him.
I ran my hands over his pecs, making sure to place extra attention on his nipples. This caused him to grip my hair harder.
I began to massage my fingers into his entrance, which made him speak. “I don’t know why you’re doing that when it’s so obvious that I’m going to be the one inside of you today.”
I moaned, and he swore again. Score two for me.
“Blake, just do it. Please,” he choked.
I smiled. He was right. No more games. I brought my mouth off of him and licked the head in a slow and circular motion before licking over the tip. After that, I ever so gently dragged my nail over the tip.
Another swear word. Score three for me.
When I took him all the way down again, moving my mouth quickly up and down over him while at the same time keeping his balls in my hand and gently massaging them with my index finger and thumb, he was done for.
I was soon drinking down everything he had to offer. He had come so hard, swearing before screaming my name. Four points for me. It was hard to take it all down, but I did. I drank every last drop, thank you.
When I finished, I took my own pants off, and then grabbed Chris’ hand and brought him to the couch. I pulled him down on top of me, and murmured into his hear. “I want you inside of me now. You promised.”
His whole body shivered, and I pulled him closer to me.
“How do you expect me to get hard again so soon?” he asked, his voice hot and needy in my ear.
I smiled. I had already thought of that. I reached behind him, and began fingering my way into his opening again.
He hissed with pleasure, biting his bottom lip. “Th-That might work.” His voice came out choked, and I knew that it was definitely going to work.
B∞C

“Mm, that was incredible,” Blake said as I pulled out of him, and held him in my arms.
I grinned. “You’re incredible.”
We kissed.
“You’re so big and strong. I love having these wrapped around me. He placed a hand on both of my biceps and gently squeezed. “I can’t believe I never really noticed how strong you are. It turns me on more than you can imagine.” He kissed down my neck again, kissing that spot behind my ear.
I could hardly believe he was getting me aroused again. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.”
“I want more. Now.”
“Now? I thought we were going to eat.”
“There will be plenty of time to eat later. We still have hours before the show. Come on. I can feel how much you want this too.”
I sighed. He was right. I did want this too. I never could say no to him. “All right, once more. But after that we’re getting something to eat. I’m starved.”
He grinned. “Okay.”
I smiled, and leaned down to kiss him. At least I wouldn’t have to prepare him again. I was sure he was still plenty open for me. And he was.
B∞C

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as Chris made me come for the second time that day. He was so good. I really didn’t know how I had ever lived without him. I hadn’t experienced sex until I had had sex with him. Not literally of course. I certainly wasn’t a virgin when meeting him. But I might as well have been because nobody could ever compare to Chris Richardson—not as a boyfriend, and certainly not as a lover. Also, I don’t know what was wrong with me that day, but those arms… I had seen them before, but it wasn’t until today that I had really seen them. It made me so hot.
When he went to pull out, I stopped him by gently placing my hands over his ass.
“What?” he asked, a little out of breath.
I smiled. He was out of breath because of me. “I want more.” Boy did I ever.
“Blake, what are you trying to do, kill me?”
I grinned. “You have to admit, that would be one heck of a way to go.”
“I’m starving. I need something to eat.”
“Eat me.”
His eyes darkened, and I knew I had him. I pulled him down to me so that I could whisper in his ear and seal the deal. “I want to feel you get hard again while you’re still inside me, and then I want to feel you come in me again. Can you do that for me, Ritchie? Please?”
I swear it was almost instant. I could just feel him getting hard inside of me. I grinned. I could consider the deal sealed.
B∞C

“All right, I can’t take anymore. I’m spent.” I said, pulling out of Blake, and collapsing down next to him. That boy was insatiable! Not that I would normally complain about that, but I was starved. The little punk had agreed to eat before, but then he had to go ahead and talk dirty to me and just throw that completely out the window. As soon as he told me to eat him, and that he wanted to feel me get hard inside of him and come inside him again, I knew I was done for. But no. He wasn’t going to get me again. I was hungry, and nothing got in the way of a man and his food. Just ask Sligh.
“Richie, just one more time. Please?”
“Blake, no. I’m hungry, and we were supposed to eat before this last time. I’m eating now.”
He began kissing that spot behind my ear again, all the while running his hands over my biceps. He then ran his thumbs over my nipples. “Please, Christopher? Just one more time. “Please?” He nipped at the skin. “Christopher?”
I sighed as I felt myself getting hard again. Apparently Blake Lewis can stand between a man and his food. I stand corrected. But I better be the only man he stands between him and his food.
B∞C

“Are you satisfied now that you’ve eaten?” I asked as we went to meet up with the others backstage. We had both had pulled pork sandwiches from Gianelli’s and then we had shared some butterfly chips.
He nodded and grinned. “Are you now that we’ve done it four times?”
“It should have been five,” I said.
“Hey. You’re lucky you got those two extra times after you had agreed that that one time would be it.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “You’re no fun.”
“That’s now what you were saying earlier,” he stated.
I grinned, eyeing his biceps again. I was so in the mood for him again. I never had gotten fully satisfied that day.
Chris laughed. “Look.” he pointed to Sligh, Phil, and Sanjaya.
Sligh and Phil were playing a game of monkey in the middle with Sanjaya being the monkey. They were trying to keep a t-shirt away from him. I couldn’t tell what it had written on it.
“Give that back! It’s mine! Shyamali, help!” Sanjaya whined.
Shyamali was just watching with amusement, her arms crossed over her chest as she laughed. “Consider that payback for all the times you tried to give me the slip today.”
I suddenly got an idea. I turned to Chris. “The rest of the guys are occupied.” I nodded towards our three friends.
Chris shrugged. “Yeah. So?”
I grinned. “That means the boys’ dressing room is unoccupied.”
He looked at me. “I know that look. You can’t possibly be hungry for more.”
“No?” I asked, walking closer to him, and gently running my hand down his backside when no one was paying attention.
“Blake,” he groaned. He let me lead him to the dressing room anyway, despite his protests.

When we got to the dressing room, I shut and locked the door behind us. I looked at the clock on the wall. “We have about fifteen minutes before they call us in for hair and makeup. We can manage that.”
“Blake, I swear if we do it anymore, my dick is going to fall off,” Chris whined as I led him by the hand towards the couch.
I grinned. “That’s okay cuz mine is up and ready to go. I‘ll top this time.”
“You are impossible. You know that?” Chris murmured against my lips right before kissing me and allowing me to lie him down on the couch.
I grinned, and got on top of him. “I know.”
He ran his hands up the back of my shirt as we continued to kiss.
I moaned as I felt his tongue slip into my mouth to meet with my own.
Suddenly, there was a loud whistle, which caused us both to freeze.
“Wow, when did this happen?”
We both looked over to see LaKisha coming out of the bathroom. “Sorry to interrupt, but I was in your bathroom. Haley is taking forever in ours and I just couldn’t wait any longer. So, you two are an item now? Since when? It’s about time, I must say. I knew you guys wanted to do each other. It was only a matter of time.”
“I. Uh. We…” I looked at Chris, silently begging him to say something. Anything. I could not believe we had been caught yet again. You know, it was getting pretty old. Frankly, I was sick of it.
B∞C

I sighed. Here we went again. I explained to LaKisha everything, starting from how the truth or dare? kiss had lit the fuel. I told her how Blake and I had kissed shortly after that and had become a couple. I then proceeded to tell her how the others had found out about us.
She had laughed at the sex tape thing too, and I just knew that Blake was going to be in one of his moods again. Heck, I could tell by the way he wasn’t saying anything. He was just sitting on the couch next to me with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face.
“Well, I’m sorry I walked in on your guys. You all have some bad luck when it comes to people walking in on you!” LaKisha said.
“Tell me about it,” Blake grumbled, his first words since his embarrassed stuttering earlier.
“Well, we better get to hair and makeup before the hairstylist has a cow,” LaKisha then said, getting up, walking to the door, and unlocking it. “And I promise not to tell Sligh about you guys.”
“Thanks,” Blake and I both said at the same time.
She looked at us as if thinking about the sex tape again. She probably was, for she laughed and shook her head.
She then left to hair and makeup.
“Are you all right?” I asked Blake after she left.
He nodded. “I’m fine. Let’s go.”
I could tell by his tone that he most certainly wasn’t fine.
He got up and left.
I sighed, and shook my head as I followed him. He we go again, I thought.
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