Welcome back to the A to Z blog hop and my challenge to write an original free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet .  The catch is every single sentence must have a least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter.    Today we have a sweet romance.
A huge shout out to the wonderful Christine Hart for editing today’s short story.  I’d also like to wish any fathers reading today a very Happy Father’s Day.
R is for Rock ‘n Roll Reunion
Rachel sat alone at the round corner table while the rest of her tablemates tore up the dance floor. The beat of Gwen Stefani’s Rich Girl took her back ten years to their senior year in high school. Pictures displayed around the banquet hall reminded her of a better time.
Attending her ten-year class reunion brought back memories she had worked hard to repress.   If only she could return to that summer ten years before and rectify making the biggest mistake of her life. Instead, all she could do now was regret that, in retrospect, her senior year had ended up being both the best and worst year of her life.
The song ended and her redheaded best friend from high school, Ruby, returned to the table with her handsome husband in tow.   Their friends Randi and Rebecca followed with their own husbands. As much as Rachel hated sitting alone, being the only single at the table of happily married couples was worse.  She pushed down her resentment at how her own love life had turned out.
“Come on Rach, you can’t sit here and let the divorce ruin your night. Let’s get out there and dance, and get rowdy.”
Ruby meant well, but how could her friend know it wasn’t Rachel’s now ex-husband Rachel was wishing was sitting next to her tonight.   She’d give just about anything to have Rocky holding her as he had the night of their senior prom – the night he’d promised to love her forever.
“It’s okay, Ruby. I’m not in the mood to remain here and feel sorry for myself. I don’t mean to be rude, but I think I’m gonna call it a night and head back to my dad’s residence.”
Before she could escape, the one person she’d prayed wouldn’t come to the reunion stopped by their table to rub it in.
“Why Rachel Rasmussen, I never dreamed you’d show up alone. I thought your daddy married you off to one of his ultra-rich Republican friends. I saw that expose in the paper a few years ago of your big ‘ole mansion along the river. It looked almost big enough to be able to remove the regret of knowing you’d ditched Rocky just before his music career took off. Just think, if you’d remained with Rocky, you’d be even richer now than you are with your refined husband who looks old enough to be headed to a rest home soon.”
“Get lost, Rory. You’re as repugnant of a person as you were back in school. I’d hoped time might reduce your jealous outbursts, but I was wrong.” Rachel couldn’t hide her deep-seated reproach for a woman who had done all she could to steal Rocky, the hottest guy in their class, away from Rachel.
“What’s the matter, Rachel? Can’t you handle knowing what a remarkably huge mistake you made in choosing Mr. Respectable over Mr. Rock ‘n Roll himself?”
Rachel wanted to remind the bitch to mind her own business, but the truth of her rival’s words rang in her ears.
“Rory, glad to see you’re as revolting now as you were ten years ago. Take a fucking hike so I can relax and enjoy the reunion.”
Rachel couldn’t see him, but she’d recognize his voice anywhere. She’d watched every interview he’d done in the media over the years just to hear Rocky’s voice, remembering better times when the words he spoke were reserved for her alone.   Her heart rate rocketed at the possibility he was really here.
The group of friends gathered around all remained frozen for a few long seconds, unsure if they’d really heard their old friend’s voice.   Those who’d been standing turned, opening a gap big enough for Rachel to lock eyes with the only man she’d ever loved with all her heart.
The rest of the room disappeared for the star-crossed lovers who had been torn apart by Rachel’s father.
Her dad never thought a rowdy rock musician with long hair, earrings and rugged tattoos was good enough for his respectable daughter.   She’d been sent away to a private university in Rhode Island, kept where her father could regulate her every move until he’d relentlessly reprogrammed her to his way of thinking.   Only in recent years had Rachel been remembering how remarkable life had been before she’d been sent away, and those revelations had brought an end to her respectable marriage.
Rocky’s eyes raked over her possessively, exactly as he had ten years before.   The heat she saw reflected back at her resurrected a passion in her she’d thought was dead.
“Rocky.” She wasn’t sure he heard her over the raunchy rap song playing in the background.
“Rach.”   That one syllable was all she needed to know he still loved her… even after all the resented years apart. She heard the same reverent tone in his voice that she had in hers. It was a tone that could only be recreated when your heart had been ripped out of your chest by a broken romance.
“How… I mean you returned?   Aren’t you supposed to be on a stage in Rochester right now?”
“I recently canceled the show.” His eyes still bore into hers while they remained perfectly still.
“Why would you do something rash like that?”
For the first time, Rocky glanced up to grin at her old friend, Ruby. “I got an emergency message delivered this afternoon through my record label representative. Seems an old high school friend was desperate to reveal to me that a certain runaway girlfriend from my past would be attending tonight’s ten-year reunion alone, having recently divorced her no-good rich husband.” His eyes returned to Rachel’s.   “Needless to say, this revelation was of more importance to me than doing a routine show for thousands of fans.”
His remarks rocked her world. “That’s ridiculous, Rocky. It had to cost you a fortune to return here tonight.”
“You still haven’t recognized something very important about me, Rach. I don’t give a rat’s ass about the money – I never did. It was always about the music – the recognition was just nice because it provided me with enough money to do what I loved every day, which was make music.   In the end, it still wasn’t really enough though because the music isn’t the same without you there at rehearsal every night or riding in the back of the van on the way to our gigs.   God, Rachel, please tell me you’ll return to me where you belong?”
The entire small town reunion had screeched to a halt, the rap music had been replaced with an electric buzz of excitement. Their hometown hero had returned and everyone pressed in around them to watch the real-life drama play out.
Time stood still for Rachel as ten wasted years of her life fell away, returning her to their last night together. The romantic promises they’d made to each other after they’d made love in the back of Rocky’s beat-up Range Rover were resurrected in her heart. She blushed red as memories she’d repressed about how kinky Rocky had been rushed back. His smug grin assured her he remembered too.
Rachel moved in slow motion, never removing her gaze from Rocky’s intense stare, drawing her back to him like an invisible rope.
To everyone else in the room, Rocky was a rock star. To her, he was her rescuer, there to return her to his side where she belonged. He closed the last remaining feet between them, scooping her into his arms and ravaging her whole body – his roving hands rubbed her rump as his lips reclaimed her in a searing kiss.
The roaring clapping and shouting of the rowdy crowd pressing in around them finally had Rocky releasing her lips to look down on her reverently.
“I’m never letting you go ever again, Rachel. You’re mine and I should have responded differently ten years ago when your father sent you away. I thought maybe he was right, that you did deserve someone more respectable than me, but I was a fucking idiot.”
Rachel relaxed into his arms, finally home where she belonged. His next words whispered into her ear sent a rush of excitement directly through her entire body. “You remember how I like to deal with my naughty girl, don’t you Rach?” Her heart raced as he continued. “I have ten years of raunchy things to do to this irresistible body of yours, starting with a long, hard spanking over my knee until that luscious ass of yours is rosy red.”
“Oh God, Rocky. You haven’t been back five minutes and you’re up to your old routine. How do you know I want to return to your caveman ways?” The mischievous grin on her face had to give her real feelings away.
“Oh Rach, you can protest all you want, but you loved every risqué moment of your body bared and responsive. I remember more than once spanking you right up until it was time to ride you hard until you’d scream your release.”
She couldn’t resist running her hand down between their pressed bodies, rubbing his raging erection.
“It looks like your body is happy with our little reunion as well.”
“Let’s go home, Rachel.”
*****
Don’t you just love Rocky?   Leave a note to let me know what you think and your name will be entered for the $10 gift card give away at the end of the month.  Come back tomorrow for S=Sex Slaves of Sabrenth
Hop on over and show these other authors some love!