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Everything I've Known	By : SolusNemo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > MEST Views: 1142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of MEST. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Four: Where Did You Sleep Last Night?

My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night

In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through.

She was wrapped up in the world of Middle-earth when she felt someone pick up her legs by the ankles and set them on the ground, turning Abigail and making her face forward in the process. Not looking up from her book she crossed her legs under her and sighed. “You could ask me to move, you know.”

Brennan sat down next to his wife. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Nowhere, but at least I wouldn’t loose my place in the book.” She scanned over a paragraph that she had already read and picked up her spot quickly in the new one. Brennan had made a habit out of interrupting Abigail when she was trying to read, resulting in library fines from here to Los Angeles.

“You already read that book five times, can’t you set it down for eleven seconds?”

Abigail shut her book and set it on the coffee table, turning her head to look at Brennan. “What is it?”

“I was thinking... why don’t we drive to Best Buy and pick up one of those new HDTV deals?”

“You know how I feel about television.”

Brennan leaned back into the leather couch. “Yeah, yeah. ‘You can learn ten times as much from reading one book than watching 140 television channels.’” He said trying to imitate his spouse.

“There’s no need to mock me. If we had a bigger place, you could have your own room filled with techno-crap. But you work too much to even make use of a room like that.”

“How about we take a vacation then? I have a bunch of unused sick days, we could... I don’t know, go to Jamaica or something?”

Abigail thought about this, staring absentmindedly at the logo on Brennan’s shirt. “Remember a month ago, when you said we’d drive up to Maine for the blue berry festival or whatever it was?”

“I mean it this time,” Brennan stated, “We’ll go off somewhere alone for a few weeks.”

“I’ll think about it, okay? Maybe in the winter we’ll fly off someplace warm, you know how I hate Rhode Island in the dead of winter.” She smiled softly and got to her feet, “As for now the metal shop should be open by now. I’m just going to pick up some welding wire and stock up on material, clean up the shop, and come back home.”

Brennan nodded and picked up a Sports Illustrated magazine from the coffee table. “When do you think you’ll be back? It’s Baked Chicken Saturday.”

“Shouldn’t be that long, but you can preheat the oven for me if I’m not back by four O’Clock.”

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The trucks driver’s door slammed shut as Abigail got out of it. She was in the parking lot of the metal shop, her cell phone seeming screaming at her. Thinking this over several times she took her cell phone out of her purse and pressed three on speed dial. As the phone she was calling rang Abigail started toward the store, sighing in relief as she saw the ‘Yes, we’re open’ sign on the front door. The ringing stopped and she heard breathing on the other end, about to ask something.

“Matt. Hello.” She opened the main door to the shop and went inside, waving to the man behind the check out counter.

“Abigail.” Matt responded, his smile obvious even though the woman couldn’t see him. “How are you?”

Grabbing a cart from the coral Abigail headed down the isles. “I’m fine, and you?”

“I’m great. A little bored, but great.”

“That’s good to hear. I was wondering, actually... I’d like to see you again.”

Again, Matt’s smile was practically oozing through the phone. “Really? I mean, when?”

“I’m in the metal shop right now, but as soon as I’m done here I’m going down to my shop to drop all this stuff off,” Abigail stated, checking the price on a sheet of stainless steel, “if you want, I can give you the address and you can meet me there.”

“Sure.” He replied eagerly, “I’ve got nothing more important to do today.”

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Matt was leaning against the main door to Abigail’s studio, but he quickly walked over to her truck when she backed into the drive. He lowered the tailgate as she got out. “I would’ve gone inside, but the door’s locked.”

She smiled and walked to him, pulling the pile of metal sheets toward the two of them. “That would be because I lock up when I’m not in there.”

“Let me help you with that.” Matt said picking up the stack of metal, the welding wire sliding toward him and pressing against his chest. He huffed with the weight, “Where do you want this?”

“This way.” Abigail commanded walking to the studio door, Matt following happily. She unlocked the front door, opened it, held it open for Matt and shut it behind them. “On the workbench over there is fine.”

Nodding Matt struggled over to a nearby workbench (thankfully it was only three or so feet away) and dropped everything onto the surface. “That shit isn’t exactly light.” He stated, turning around. He reached out and took Abigail’s hand, pulling her to him.

“Well, that’s why I get a strong man to help me lug it around.” She smirked, intertwining her fingers with his. She loved the feeling of his callused hand against her skin, though she couldn’t explain why.

Matt rested his forehead against hers, breathing in her smell; a mix of perfume, pheromones and metal. He bit his lip and slipped his hand out of Abigail’s. Out of nowhere he picked her up by her ass and turned her around, setting her on an empty space of table top.

She looked at him, a burning silence in-between the two.

Without so much as an ‘all right’ or ‘yes,’ Matt pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the ground. He unclasped his belt, undid the button on his pants and unzipped the zipper, sending them down around his ankles in record time. He pulled off Abigail’s shoes, smirking to himself when he noted that she wasn’t wearing socks, and started to tug impatiently at her pants.

Abigail undid her own pants, putting one hand behind her and lifting up her bum. She maneuvered her pants and panties down to above her knee before Matt carefully pulled them off her legs and set them on the table a foot away from her.

He put his hand behind her knees and gingerly dragged her toward him across the slick surface. Their lips crashed together momentarily, but Abigail pulled away too soon for his taste. He whimpered softly, only getting a sly grin in response.

She put her hand on his abdomen and let her fingertips roam southward. The was a sharp intake of breath on Matt’s part as Abigail’s cool fingers wrapped around his cock. She looked up at him, his eyes shut and lips parted, and stroked slowly; helping his member to reach its full extent. She soon stopped to let Matt’s boxers join his pants.

Their lips met again. Matt unbuttoned Abigail’s blouse, massaging her breasts blindly as they exchanged lustful kisses. They had no recollection of any foreplay the last time they had sex, so now they took their time moving around each other’s bodies.

Eventually she sighed as Matt entered her wet folds and filled her with his length, Abigail wrapping her legs around his hips to send him deeper inside her. He began a slow but steady rhythm, his hips meeting hers and he swiveled them slightly with each thrust. In sheer bliss Matt fought to keep his eyes open as he studied her expression, head thrown back and face in a point of ecstasy. Their bodies glistening with sweat, Matt moved a hand down to her clit and rubbed with his pace.

They came screaming each other’s name, like if they didn’t the world would end. Out of breath they pulled their bodies apart and got dressed again. With a smile Abigail kissed Matt and straightened out his wet-with-sweat hair. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow. Say, I was wondering... would you like to come with me?” Instantly he was regretting what he said.

“You know I can’t.” Abigail responded. “But where are you going?”

Matt racked his brain for the information. “Concord, Augusta, a few other cities. Then we’re heading back down to Florida then to the rest of the country.”

“I could try to come to the Concord show if you want. I’m leaving on Monday for Vermont to drop something off at a Client’s, but I could try...”

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “We’d be there for the show by Tuesday, so if you drive fast you could make it.”

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The heat in the bathroom was suffocating, but that only made it nicer for Abigail. She was in the tub, drenched in the middle of a bubble bath and thinking again. It was a now or never type of thing. She could say no and stay here, never to see Matt again, or she could stop at the venue on her way to Vermont. It would be daft to say that she could shrug this off and call this a moment of no feeling. Matt was like a drug now, only twice and she was hooked. Most men in bands slept with groupies left and right, so what made Matt any different from any other male? With a sigh she hung her left arm over the edge of the tub, her book falling from her hand and landing on the mat. Abigail slid down further into the water, her knees poking out and drying off in the air.
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