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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 3
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It was time to say goodbye to LaKisha. I felt bad seeing her go, but we all expected it. She knew it was coming, and had prepared herself for it.
I was glad that I had only a week until I saw Chris again. Even though Chris Sligh was coming back, I was still going to remain roommates with Chris. Chris Sligh could bunk with Phil. There was no way I was going to go back to sharing a room with Sligh, the snoring wonder.
I had seen Chris on Ellen the previous day. There was a picture of Chris and I that was shown as Ellen talked to Chris about him and I being close.
Chris was adorable. He said the picture of us was cute, and that he and I were close despite the fact that he already had friends back home. He also said he loved my dark hair. I already knew that part though. When I had dyed it for Bon Jovi night, he had showed his appreciation by sucking me so good… Gosh, I waned him right then!
Anyway, I wanted to pull him in my arms and kiss him senseless when I saw him on Ellen.
Throughout the week, I hung with Jordin again. At this point, I was sure she was going to win. I didn’t know if the top two would be her and me, or her and Melinda. At this point, I didn’t really care. I had made it far enough. I didn’t mean to be cocky, but I was sure that I would get a record deal anyway.
“So you really think I’ll win?” she asked as we headed to film the Ford video.
I smiled and grinned. “I know you will. I can guarantee it.”
She grinned too.
I pulled her close and kissed her cheek.
Now all I had to do was get through the week, and I’d have my Chris back. I could hardly wait.
B*********C
I was glad I had gotten the opportunity to show Blake how much I loved him. I hoped that Blake could tell how much I loved him, even though my hints on Ellen were semi-discreet. I mentioned how I loved his hair, and how it made him look older. I smiled to myself as I thought of the first time I saw him with dark hair. I pulled him into our room and sucked him senseless. Gosh, I wanted him so badly right then! Maybe I went a little too far when I said that the picture that Ellen showed of Blake and I was cute, but I couldn’t help it. It really was. I later asked Ellen if I could have a copy of it. She gave me one.
I had more interviews through the week, and I was just counting the days until I was able to forget about all the interviews and be back in Blake’s arms. I could hardly wait.
B*********C
Thanks to being kept extremely busy, and to hanging out with Jordin and Melinda, I got through the week in no time at all, and before I knew it, it was the night before elimination night.
I went to bed around eleven. I didn’t feel like partying that night. I just wanted to get the night over with. I didn’t know if it was going to be me or Melinda going home next, but I knew it could be me since it’s no secret that the producers put in the top two whom they want to be in the top two. They were already trying to pair Jordin and I up, and pitting us against each other in the top two would be a great way to do it. Also, we all knew they wanted Jordin to win. As Randy Jackson says a hundred times a day, she is only seventeen. A girl so young with such a great voice was bound to win. She’d have a better chance of doing so if she were paired with me.
I found it annoying that the producers were so against being openly gay with another man, and yet, they didn’t seem to mind pushing a minor and an adult together. I don’t care if she was only a year away from being an adult. She was still a minor regardless.
Why did it have to be such a big deal if Chris and I were lovers? I fell asleep at that thought, and began to dream.
“And the winner is, Jordin Sparks!”
Jordin was so happy she won. She was crying.
I hugged her, and then wet down to sit with Chris and the others as she sang her song.
When she was done, I took Chris’s hand, and led him up to the stage with me. Then, I pulled him in for a deep and passionate kiss, right in front of everyone.
Chris was surprised, but smiled at me when I broke the kiss. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m just showing the world that I’m not in love with a minor, but instead with the most beautiful man in the world,” I answered.
Chris’ eyes lowered, and he pulled me in for another kiss.
The audience had gone silent by now, and the producers were going nuts, ordering someone to go out and stop us.
“No, I want to see this,” Ryan said, stepping in front of the man who had come out to stop Chris and I from kissing.
Chris Sligh and Phil stood in front of someone else trying to get to us, and the girls cornered another.
I then grabbed the microphone that was on stage, and spoke into it. “For any of you who is interested, I am in love with Chris Richardson, and I am not dating Jordin Sparks or anyone else but Chris for that matter. I love kissing Chris, I love touching Chris, I love sucking Chris, and most of all, I love having sex with Chris!”
Some of the audience laughed, while others awed.
I set the microphone back in its case, and then turned and grabbed Chris again. We kissed some more, and then left the Kodak Theater to get a hotel room and continue it further.
We took a limo, and since the divider was up, we didn’t make it to the hotel before we were tearing each other’s clothes off.
“Mm, I want you now, I said to Chris as I kissed and nipped down the side of his neck. I began massaging fingers into his entrance, so eager to get inside of him.
Chris bit his bottom lip and moaned. “But we don’t have an condoms on us.”
“I can assure you, I am aids free. I get monthly checkups,” I said. It was true. I kissed him some more. I really needed to be inside of him.
“I was checked out recently too. I’m clean. I suppose it would be fun to have all of you and nothing covered by rubber,” he said, his eyes darkening with that desire-filled look.
“Mm, now you’re talking,” I said.
“I wanna ride you,” he whispered in my ear.
I moaned loudly. “Please. I need it so much!”
Chris sat me down on one of the seats, and then he straddled my lap. “You don’t have to beg me for anything, love. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Well I want you to ride me. Now,” I said, my voice coming out in a breathy whisper.
Chris pulled me in for a deep kiss, his tongue playing with mine. “Your wish is my command.”
I shouted out Chris’ name, followed by obscenities as Chris lowered himself down onto me. I was so hard I wanted to pound into him right away, but I knew I had to start if off slow. I would never risk hurting Chris for my own pleasure. Not ever!
“Mm, yes, Blakey.” Chris brought his mouth to my ear, and began to kiss it while talking dirty to me. “You’re so big and hard. I want it all in me Please?”
My eyes darkened with desire. “Do you want it soft and gentle or rough and hard, Ritchie?” I murmured in his ear.
He looked me right in the eyes. “Rough and hard. Now. I’m ready for you now.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I began thrusting into him, all the while holding tightly to him.
He threw his head back and moaned. I could see his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
I leaned up and kissed down his throat, making my mark on his skin; making him mine.
It didn’t take long for both of us to lose it.
“Chris!” I cried, as I lost it deep inside of him. I held him tightly to my body, and he cried out my name against his shoulder as he came between our chests.
We kissed after a few moments of holding each other, and then I gently lay him down on the seat. Next, I proceeded to lick him clean.
He moaned, and tangled his fingers in my hair.
Next, he lay me down and did the same for me. He traced his tongue in a circular motion over each nipple, and I grabbed his head between my hands.
“I want more,” I said.
He licked his lips. “Me too.”
We grinned at each other and then began to go at it again.
I woke up extremely aroused. There would be no going back to sleep in that position. I looked at the clock. It was four in the morning. I had a few more hours left to sleep.
I sighed, pulled the covers over my head, and then took care of the problem myself. The dream had been so real, and I promised to make it become a reality very, very soon. Well at least the riding part. The rest, not so much.
B*********C
I snuggled under my covers, smiling to myself at the thought of seeing Blake again. It was only going to be one more day and night after tonight, and then I could be in his arms again. I wished I could just speed up time. The last two weeks had been torture being without Blake, even if they had gone by fast.
It was really late. I had been having trouble sleeping ever since I started sleeping alone again. It was two in the morning, but I just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. I filled my head with fantasies of Blake and I, and soon, I must have fallen asleep, for I began to dream.
I arrived back at the house, and I opened the door to Blake’s and my room. I set my suitcases down and shut the door behind me. I then walked into the room, and saw Blake sitting on our two beds, which were pressed together.
He smiled at me.
I opened my arms.
He shot off the bed, and ran to me.
We embraced, and began kissing frantically.
“I missed you so much!” he said.
“I missed you too. It’s been to long.”
“Far too long.” Blake murmured between kisses.
I pulled off Blake’s shirt, and began kissing down the side of his neck.
He closed his eyes, and then he snapped to it again, and undid my pants.
I stepped out of my shoes and socks, and then stepped out of my pants.
“Mm, get these off too,” Blake murmured, against my lips as he began tugging at my boxers.
I nodded, and slipped them right off.
“Now its your turn,” I said.
Blake lifted his arms, and allowed me to remove his shirt. Next, I undid his jeans, and pulled them off.
I smirked when I saw he was going commando.
“I was waiting for you,” he explained.
I moaned, and then brought him backwards towards the bed.
We both fell onto it, and began kissing each other anywhere we could reach. Our hands roamed the other’s bodies, and soon he was preparing me with lubricant.
When he was done, I rolled a condom onto him, and then lubricated the condom, giving him a few strokes.
He moaned, and then lay down on top of me, kissing me passionately.
“ I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” I said, so glad that he had finally said it to me.
We kissed some more, and then made love all through the rest of the day and into the night.
When we had finally been able to contain ourselves, Blake smiled at me.
“I got you a surprise,” he said.
I grinned. “Really? What is it? I love surprises!”
He grinned too. “I know. And I know you’re going to love this one. At least, I hope you will.” He reached underneath the beds, and then pulled up a blue satin box.
I covered my mouth when I saw it.
He opened the lid, and there sat a silver ring with a black opal in the middle.
“I wanted to make it look as close to my grandfather’s ring as I could,” he said, referring to the black stone ring he always wore. “That way, people will associate us as being together because we both always wear a black ring. Now that I say it, it sounds stupid, but…”
I shook my head. “It’s not stupid at all. I think it’s romantic.” And it was. It was the most romantic thing that Blake had ever done for me. “It’s beautiful! I love the ring! Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Blake said with a smile. “It’s not just a ring though.”
“It’s not?” I asked, confused.
Blake shook his head. “No. It’s an engagement ring. I’ve loved you from the day that I met you, Ritchie. And there is nothing I’d rather have than you as my husband for all eternity. So, with that being said…” Blake got down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”
I covered my mouth with my hand again, and nodded. “Yes, Blakey. I will marry you. I love you so much!”
Blake grinned brightly. “Yes!” He put the ring on my left ring finger, and it fit perfectly.
“We’re meant to be, he whispered, pulling me in for a kiss.
“Meant to be,” I agreed, closing my eyes, and letting him take me away again.
The alarm went off, awaking me from my sleep. I had one last interview to get to before I left tomorrow.
I smiled as I climbed out of bed, and I looked at my left ring finger. Sadly, it was bare.
“Maybe some day,” I said to myself as I continued to smile.
I headed to the shower, whistling a happy tune.
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