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I texted the rest of the crew. We needed to meet as early as possible to discuss the recent events. The guys had no idea yet of what was transpiring. I suspect it will cause some or the same turmoil in their minds. Gus and Nick have families. They have good jobs plus the income from playing. Is it worth the risk to leave all that?
I wouldn’t begin to answer for them. Like Jessica and me, it must be their choice as well. I gave them all the info I had. They smiled at first. It’s cool to think someone likes what you do that much.
Then I watched as the faces sobered. The discussion ended and the five of us agreed. We’ll try it and see what happens. None of us are willing to jeopardize what we have. Family being paramount. I will make the call and see about setting up studio time after the New Year.
Now we need to tune and get to work.
Playing music for me, and I think the others, is more than just a job. It is an escape of sorts. Performing well means concentration, practice, and devotion to what you are doing. All your physical and mental powers come to focus. Letting outside concerns hinder you is deadly. Like I said, we are professionals. The weekend and New Year’s Eve. We have plenty to keep us busy. None of us drink while working. Double espresso is delivered to the piano.
The hotel and lounge are awash with revelers. Jessica is radiant the entire time. The smile she flashes as she sings melts even a scrooge heart. I do love playing with these people. We groove like no one I have ever played alongside. It is a long weekend with very little rest.
The Sunrise of January 1st and Jessica and I are driving home. Well, I’m driving, she’s sleeping in the passenger seat. The lounge will be closed tonight. No one works.
The routine once home is simple. Lock the door, shower, and block all possible light from the windows. Not only is the alarm clock hidden, but it is also unplugged and buried at the other side of the house. Over kill you might say. No phones in the bedroom. Nothing that will interrupt our sleep. Jessica and I shower or maybe just stand in the hot stream of water. We dry and shuffle to the bedroom. Jessica just stands there looking at the bed.
I ask.
“What are you waiting for?”
A bleary-eyed response.
“I’m waiting for you to get in the bed so I can lay on you. I don’t plan on moving.”
Well, I can’t have her waiting. I slip into the sheets and blankets. My arms raised towards her. A happy smile and Jessica is on me. Soft sheets and warm blankets envelope us in unbelievable comfort. Seconds later, sleep overtakes us.
New Year’s Day is into the afternoon before we wake. There will be no working at the lounge tonight. I have given up trying to sneak out of bed without Jessica knowing. She always feels me move.
So rather than try, I just say.
“Let’s get up and have some espresso.”
She doesn’t say anything but pulls a blanket from the bed, wraps it around her, takes my hand, and goes with me to the kitchen. Jessica stands and waits as I brew. She gets the first cup and sips as I prepare the second. Then Jessica pulls me to the sofa and pushes me down. I am then covered with her and the blanket. We sip in silence. Jessica’s cup is drained.
“More!” she exclaims.
With that she slides off me. For motivation, she slaps my ass. I see she is playful today. Two cups of steamy espresso and a return to Jessica and her blanket. More cuddling and sipping. This is nice. But I am going to have to have something to eat soon. Espresso does this to me. We rise and go to the kitchen. Scrambled eggs are fast and easy. Once my appetite is sated, I feel better. Back to the sofa and the blanket. Quiet reflection, shared warmth, and the feel of flesh on flesh. I think we even dozed off a little. So easy when you are comfortable with someone.
I wake up somewhere in the middle of the afternoon. Jessica is already and wake and smiling at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Oh nothing.” She speaks.
“Just sittin’ here looking at the most handsome wonderful man I’ve ever known.”
Now I smile too. The afternoon sun bounces off her hair. And her hair is a mess from sleep. Not one speck of makeup on her face, but she is by far the most beautiful woman I know. A falling blanket reveals pale breasts, arms, and shoulders. I suddenly have a strong desire to kiss all those. Jessica’s hands and fingers run through my hair and guide me to each place. She moans softly as I become more aggressive. We both breathe more heavily. One of her hands reaches down to take me in her fingertips.
The fingers of my hand reach to find her. She is getting wet. Slow massage and penetrations cause her to swell and wetter still. It’s time to move her over me and push her down. That first feeling of her is extraordinary. It is a slow time. A loving time for us. Jessica’s arms wrap my neck, and her body gyrates up and down against mine. Her body tenses as she orgasms. I have been fighting to wait for her. I release deep inside her while pushing her down as much as possible. istanbul travesti This was slow and very intense.
Jessica whispers.
“That was nice. New Year’s sex. Our first time this year.”
We never got around to dressing for the day. Jessica seemed content with her blanket, and I did put on some sweats. Dinner consisted of a large salad. We didn’t watch any parades or football. There was some light jazz in the background. Jessica and I were totally involved with one another the entire day. I would massage her shoulders and back or rub her little feet. Then she would rub my shoulders and back. Jessica thought baby oil would be a good idea. It made us both very slick.
The sight of her naked and shiny body had me up in no time. Making love when we are both oiled up was a fabulous experience. We played with one another all afternoon. Loving, touching, kissing, and holding. Exhausted now, we headed for the shower and bed. A wonderful day with Jessica. More to come, I hope.
The next day is back to business for us. Well, and then some. I need to set up a couple of meetings with the recording people to sit and talk. One meeting for the quintet and the other for Jessica and me. You already know it has given us much to consider. Also, I think we should meet on Saturday. This way, Gus and Nick won’t have to miss any work.
I suppose I tend to be very protective of their time.
The holiday music is all done. I am a little sad about that as we had such a good time playing it. There are moments when I find myself working on play lists in my head. Making mental changes to keep what we do fresh. I have learned to bounce ideas off Jessica. She is most helpful with this and has suggestions I don’t always think of.
Then we clean the house, do laundry and other mundane items that require our attention. We both spend time with Doris and practice. It has been a while since I played clarinet. Jessica is rather insistent I will return to practicing this as well.
While we do household chores, I notice Jessica placing a hand on her abdomen. She does this a couple of times. I ask if all is well. She says yes, but I note concern on her face. Maybe I was too hard on her yesterday?
Later in the day, Jessica tells me she would like to stop at a drugstore. I guess I don’t think anything about it. She always tells me when she wants something. To accommodate her wishes, we leave early for work. The stop is made, and she comes out with a bag and something in it. I don’t know what it is. But this I have learned. If she wants me to know, Jessica will tell me.
We get to work and do as always. It is a quiet ride. Tune the piano a little and then to the green room. Jessica seems a bit pensive. I know her well enough to know that she has memories or ghosts that haunt her. Jessica will tell me when she is ready. I won’t push her. But I confess, I am concerned.
The tuning goes well, and all is ready. It was an uneventful night. Few patrons at the lounge. We are on our way home before midnight. Once home, Jessica is quiet. I offer to wash her in the shower, and she accepts. She does tell me that she doesn’t feel like making love tonight. I figure she is just tired or preoccupied with her thoughts. I am content to take care of my girl and then take her to bed and we sleep.
Jessica is the one up early the next morning. She has espresso ready for us both. We sit at the table sipping. Jessica seems nervous to me. I become anxious when she asks that we make a doctor’s appointment for her. The sooner the better.
I have a furrowed brow and ask what’s going on?
She asks me to be patient as it may be nothing. Jessica just wants to make sure of something. Now I am on the edge of freaking out with concern and worry. Jessica reassures me she is okay, and I shouldn’t worry. It’s those kinds of statements that cause me uneasiness. I am on the phone quickly and the earliest possible appointment is made. We are lucky and they had a cancellation.
It’s in two days and on our day off.
My mom used to say things like that when she was ill. “Don’t worry” And then she died.
I try to probe and find out, but Jessica is very tight lipped. She does, however, want to be next to me every second. I try to hold her as often as I can. I want to reassure her and be here for her.
The rest of the morning and early afternoon is normal I suppose. As normal as I can make it be. Jessica and I go about the usual tasks. This is unsettling for me and I’m not certain what to do. Other than be patient. The evening at work goes well. It does give us both something else to think about. Jessica sits in my lap at break time as usual. She mostly just leans on me and traces my face or chest with her fingers. Not much talking.
The arrival home is a shower and bed. The next night was the same in all respects. The morning of the appointment, Jessica is up long before me. It is apparent she is anxious. We had espresso and breakfast. Then it is off to the doctor’s office. We check in and there is a ream istanbul travestileri of paperwork to be filled out. I swear these are some of the most bizarre questions.
Things like “Do you own a gun.”
“Sexual preference.”
“Country of origin”
What do these have to do with visiting a doctor? But we dutifully answer each item. There is the wait. I understand some lag time. By the time it became an hour, I was irritated. The nurse calls Jessica’s name. I get up to go with her, but Jessica wants me to stay in the lobby.
Now I am very irritated. But I do as she requests. All I can tell you is this. Jessica is gone forever, or it seems so. I managed to look through each magazine on the table. All two hundred and fifty-three of them. Not one was new.
So, I sat, and I sat and I sat some more. There was an elderly gentleman across the room. He was extremely pale. I considered going to see if he was still living. But then he coughed.
Jessica had been gone forty-five minutes. Suddenly there she is. There is a brief stop at the nurse’s desk and an exchange of pleasantries before Jessica joins me.
She is smiling but still speaks nothing.
All she speaks is.
“Let’s go home.”
Jessica smiles the entire drive.
Finally, I can’t stand it.
“What is it? Why are you smiling? What’s wrong with you? What did the doctor say?”
Her answer.
“I’ll tell you when we are home.”
The fact that she is smiling makes me feel less worried. Now I’m wondering what she isn’t telling me.
We arrive home and go inside.
Jessica speaks.
“Roger, would you please make us something to eat. I’m hungry. I will go freshen up and change. Let me know when food is ready.”
I receive a very passionate kiss and then she goes to the bedroom. So now I am in the kitchen rooting around in the refrigerator. If I’m cooking? I’m making something I like. Here is some smoked sausage. I slice and fry some potatoes. Cut up some onion for the potatoes. Some garlic olive oil in the pan. Yeah, that’s got it. It doesn’t take long before the house smells like garlic and onions. I really like that. This won’t take long. I kind of like being in the kitchen and preparing food. It makes me feel good and relaxed.
I raised my voice to let Jessica know the food is almost ready. She pads out to the kitchen wearing one of my dress shirts. The sleeves are rolled up and only the bottom button is fastened. Jessica’s hair piled up on her head. Fingernails and toes are freshly painted. She is a vision of beauty. She is a goddess. Glimpses of what lies under the shirt are given to me. I forget what I am doing entirely. The kitchen utensil I hold dropped to the floor. The noise brings me back to reality.
“Roger?!” She speaks.
“What’s wrong with you? You’ve seen me like this before.”
The words poor out me.
“Yes, I know I’ve seen you like this before. Each time you dress this way, it has the same mesmerizing effect on me. Come here beautiful!”
Our lips touch and there is a spark. I want more of her. But Jessica must remind me there is food cooking.
Items are placed on the table and the food soon joins. We are ready to eat. Jessica refuses to sit in a chair opting for my lap instead. We take our time and eat slowly. When dinner was over, (it was early) we cleaned things up. Then Jessica pulls me to the sofa. She is perched as close to me as possible.
Jessica speaks.
“Roger, I have something to tell you.”
Then there is this long pause and I sit there waiting.
She continues.
“I don’t want you to be upset.”
Jessica is dragging this out. What is she trying to say?
“Roger, we are going to be parents.”
I sit there looking at her. What did she just say?
“Roger, I’m pregnant!”
I’m on the sofa and I just look at her with my mouth hanging open. This is taking quite a while to sink into my grey matter. Jessica is grinning from ear to ear now.
I stutter.
“But I thought you couldn’t have children?”
This whole thing is a contradiction to what she has told me. Then my thick mind finally comprehends. Jessica is having our child. I’m going to be a dad!!! My face grows into a broad smile like hers.
I shouted.
“This is fantastic news!!! Oh, baby I’m so happy for you. And me too!”
I can’t hold her tight enough nor close enough.
She speaks.
“Now then Roger, we need to make an appointment with an obstetrician. The doctor says that given my history, they should keep a close eye on things. But they say everything looks good so far. “
So, I ask.
“But what about you not being able to have kids?”
She replies.
“They think my body healed itself.”
We sat for the longest time. I just hugged and kissed her over and over.
Well, Jessica begins to kiss me back in a more passionate way. Her shirt goes to the wayside.
I must ask her.
“Should we be doing this?”
Jessica’s response.
“Hell yes!”
Then she rips my shirt Travesti istanbul off and begins to fiddle with my belt.
Jessica becomes frustrated and speaks as she slides off me.
“Get up Roger and get those pants off.”
We have what I have come to call “sofa sex.” Jessica straddles me and rides up and down. I have her breasts in my face and she hot and wet. No acrobatics, just good gentle, slow loving.
I speak.
“This won’t hurt the baby?”
She snickers and returns.
“No, it won’t hurt the baby. I’ve been pregnant for maybe six to eight weeks, and we’ve had plenty of sex Roger. Now then, pay attention to me and let’s do this.”
I narrowed my focus to Jessica.
Tomorrow we will be looking for an obstetrician. My head is still swirling at the news. I have no idea where to begin. I think babies need a lot of stuff. Stuff I don’t know about. I suppose we will find out together. But we take our shower and get to bed. We don’t sleep right away.
The morning and I am up making espresso and breakfast. I will make extra food. As you know, Jessica has been hungry and now I know why. She’s eating for two. While cooking, I begin to wonder what we are having. It doesn’t really matter to me, but for some unexplained reason, I think we are having a girl. She should look like Jessica.
I also don’t know anything about babies. This is sure to be a life-changing experience. As you can tell, I’m very happy and excited about all of this. Yes, even at my age. There is more reason for me to follow Jessica’s healthy eating habits. I am determined to be around for a long time. Well look here, my little naked Jessica is ready for breakfast. We eat together.
The morning is spent searching for an Obstetrician. Jessica should have the best care available. Jessica has spent all this time looking after me and changing my life. It’s my turn now. We have some success and an appointment in a couple of weeks. Until then I will ensure that she receives plenty of sleep, food, and care. The lounge will still occupy much of our time and effort. Wait until the guys in the band hear about this.
The suits probably won’t be too happy. Jessica is a big draw for them. When it comes time, there will be a substitute, I think. Someone I know and trust. Jessica will be able to focus on the baby and herself. As it should be.
January was nasty cold. I always made certain Jessica was bundled up and warm. She isn’t showing yet. But there have been other changes as her body prepares. Jessica has done some research on nutrition for pregnant women. This is shown in our shopping lists and food prep. She hasn’t had any odd cravings yet. The visit to the obstetrician went well. Everything looks normal. Baby and mom are healthy.
Mom, I still can’t believe it. Jessica is going to be a mother. Something she has longed for.
The meetings with the recording people were okay. It was decided that the band would lay down some tracks. Nothing weird, just standard jazz we do all the time. I made certain Gus and Nick lost no work time. The studio grumbled about it. I don’t care. It takes so much time to accomplish all this. Playing, listening, replaying, listening, take after take. Then mixing and more listening.
Endless discussions about changes and improvements. It is exhausting. I suggested they just do a live recording in the lounge. The place we are most comfortable. Well, the suits had to approve all this, and they raved about what an inconvenience it all is. I think they are afraid of losing us. A lot of time was spent by me running interference for the rest of the band. As you know, Gus and Nick have families. Jessica does not need to spend all that time on her feet.
Occasionally, the wives and kids came to the studio to listen and watch. I know the guys were glad to have them close. We have done nothing with recording just Jessica and me. This may have to wait. I won’t have her overworked.
The end of February found the weather beginning to break. The snow was melting away. Jessica has a baby bump now. She looks so beautiful. I love to watch her parade around naked and see the growing child within her.
The recording has stopped for now. Mixing and marketing are the next project. It is all so time consuming. Test markets to try and lots of financial stuff. If I had to do all that it would drive me insane. They do keep us appraised of things.
The big thing for us in February was Valentine’s Day, or the weekend closest to it. Lots of romance in the air that weekend. Couples fill the hotel and lounge for a night on the town. Jessica’s choices of apparel are less form fitting these days.
Don’t get me wrong, she is still the sexist thing I know. When the evening was over, we rushed home for some steamy romance of our own.
March has seen us settle back into our usual schedule. The morning routine is comfortable. Housekeeping, laundry, and the other everyday things. There has been some research on our parts concerning Jessica’s nutritional needs and that of the baby. Grocery shopping reflects this. Jessica does very well with our way of life. The late nights that is.
But I do notice she tires at times. I am rather insistent that she rest more. This means at times that she stays in bed in the mornings while I take care of things. She will be busy enough in a few months.
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