Chapter thirty-four

A few hours later Richie woke up again, feeling way too tired to get up yet, he decided to stay in his cosy and warm bed. Not that it was cold if he got out of bed; it was just more comfortable in it.

He turned to his other side and pulled his sheets over his shoulder. Then he realized he turned fifty-two today, the fact woke him up more, realizing reality.

He rolled over to his back and stared at the ceiling, fifty-two. Unbelievable. If fifty was the halfway mark…He was two years past that. More than half a century, a full century would be nice though.

No time for a midlife crisis, in fact, no right, he had the fancy sports cars and had dated the supermodels. He had something better than a supermodel now.

Fifty-two, he was getting old, but no time for dying either, there were a lot of things he still needed and wanted to do. He needed to make his solo album, tell his story, and make a lot more music in his life. He wanted more children, but how was that going to happen? Sarah was forty-two and her birthday was next month.

Would it even work? He liked the idea of having two stepsons but he still wanted his own son but with their age, would the normal way even still work?

Would they have to go through all the medical treatment to conceive? Was that worth it? What did Sarah want? She had told him she wanted more children but was she willing to go through all those things if it didn’t work?

He shook his head in thought; they’d only been together for six weeks really, knowing each other for ten. That was only two months and a half. He’d never thought of having a family with a girlfriend that soon.

But he wanted Sarah to be more than his girlfriend, another thing he usually didn’t think of so soon. Would she if he asked her? She probably would, she wanted to get married again, so why would she say no? Should he ask her?

His thoughts were disturbed by a loud knock at his door.

“You up yet old man?”

Perfect, just what he needed.

“Yeah, wait a minute.” He got out of bed and searched for some clothes to put on before opening the door.

“Did you bring me presents?” Richie asked as he opened the door wide.
Jon laughed and walked in. “No, you have to wait ‘till tonight.” He said. “Oh and one got sent to the wrong place.” He remembered.
“How’d that happen?” Richie asked a little confused.
Jon shrugged. “Seems they sent it to the billing address instead of shipping. Dorothea is arranging to sent it over though.”
“Oh good.” Richie said, always delighted to receive presents, who wasn’t. He wondered what it was though and how it could get lost like that. “So what is it?” He finally asked Jon
Jon laughed again before he answered. “I’m not telling you that, man.”



In the afternoon, while he was packing his bag, Richie received a phone call from his mother, wishing him a happy birthday. He was glad to hear from his mother and took a good while to talk to her about everything that had been going on lately. He told her how he was getting old, she didn’t like hearing that at all, it only meant she was getting even older, she told him so and told him to stop moping about it. Richie also told her he hadn’t heard from Ava yet but expected a phone call from Sarah soon.

With that he started talking about Sarah and how he felt about her and their relationship. His mom was encouraging even though she still had to meet Sarah. Richie assured her she would soon, suggesting they could spent some time in New Jersey before going to Hawaii after the end of the tour.

After a rather long conversation with his mom, he went back to packing. They were flying to the next country during the night and since he was going out all evening, he needed it done now.

Before long his phone played his familiar ringtone again. Still no Ava he thought to himself as he read the display before answering.

It was always good to hear Sarah’s voice and it felt just as good now. Maybe a little better now because of what he was thinking earlier. He couldn’t tell her what he had been thinking though; it needed to be a surprise, like any proposal should be according to him.

They talked about Richie’s planned night, he felt confident about going to a bar. Last time he had been fine but that had been with Sarah’s support there. This would be fine too.

Their conversation turned in to another direction and Richie told Sarah his mom wanted to meet her some time soon.

Sarah knew that would have to happen at some point and to her surprise, she didn’t mind and wanted to meet her, she wanted to be part of Richie’s family.

Richie also complained Ava hadn’t phoned him yet. It was a little disappointing she hadn’t but he was hopeful she would soon.

After his talk with Sarah he finished packing and got ready to go out. As far as he knew they were going to a restaurant for dinner and find a bar to hang out later. He knew it would be fun, he didn’t need to drink to have fun.



He met his friends in the hotel lobby half an hour after his shower.

In that half hour he hadn’t put much thought in how he looked, no need to impress girls.

They were driven in one car to a restaurant a little while away.

At the restaurant they were seated at a table with some privacy.

With all the guys carrying packages, he was sure he’d get presents now. Fifty-two and still excited about presents, nothing wrong with that.

Their dinner was lovely, not only the food but the company of his friends talking and joking around together.

It was nice to not be disturbed by anyone but his phone receiving a text from Ava. He shrugged, it was better than nothing at all.

During dessert and re-fills of wine glasses but his, the first wrapped package appeared on the table. Along with it, a smile appeared on Richie’s face. He couldn’t help but think where his cake with a bunch of candles was.

David was the first to hand him a present, he inspected it and shook it like a child would for clues. When he couldn’t figure out what it was, he started unwrapping it. None of his guesses had been close to what David had bought him and with a big smile Richie thanked him.

It went almost the same with every gift he opened.

It was amazing how his friends still managed to buy him something he wanted twice a year even though he had everything he wanted or needed.

Once he had unwrapped every gift and thanked everyone, their desserts were gone too.



When they left the restaurant, it was dark outside but certainly no time to go back to the hotel just yet.

The bar they arrived at was surprisingly calm, maybe because it was a Monday night. Jon was the first to notice the pool tables and went over to claim one. Richie just laughed, he knew Jon would want to try to beat him again but as usual he wouldn’t let that happen.

As expected, as soon as they had their drinks, Jon challenged Richie to a game. Richie was all too happy to accept and let Jon break, knowing that was about the only thing he could do right in the game. Why he had a pool table at home was beyond everyone’s wonder.

Half an hour later Jon sat at their table, sulking. Richie couldn’t resist telling him it was his own fault, he should know better by now.

Another hour later there were only a few balls left on the table and Richie waited for Tico to play his turn. After Jon he had defeated David too but he knew all too well Tico was a tougher match, always had been.

A few minutes later Tico knocked the last ball in the pocket and defeated Richie. With a good laugh about it they went to sit at the table with Jon and David.

During their games the bar had received more costumers and it was getting busier and louder.

Jon wanted a rematch but now all the tables were being used and they had to wait.

The room was getting louder as it got later; more people were drinking and getting drunk. Everyone seemed to be having a fun time and they were all holding beers, creating their fun even though it was almost mindless.

Richie pulled his eyes away from the rest of the room and looked back at his table, shaking his head. He was having fun right here too. He picked up his coke and finished his glass. At least he was glad his friends were supportive and weren’t drinking alcohol. Although he didn’t want to hold them back either, if they wanted to, he wouldn’t mind, he didn’t need it.

That was the first time during their celebration that Sarah popped in his mind. She lived with an alcoholic while being a recovering alcoholic. So if she could do that, he could deal with his friends drinking, knowing they wouldn’t go so far as getting drunk with him there.



At 2am he denied Jon his so manieth request for a rematch, it was pointless. Jon wouldn’t give up and reminded Richie he still had a second present that he could cancel. Richie sighed and gave in; he couldn’t risk losing a present. He arranged the balls on the table and made it clear to Jon it was the last game, sometimes he really was like a spoilt child.

As every time before all the balls went in the pockets but surprisingly not during Richie’s turns.

“Alright who spiked his drink?” He joked when he was obviously losing to Jon.

It was almost impossible but he was losing to Jon, how did that happen? He laughed it off and finished the game, congratulating Jon on his victory after all those years. At least he never gave up.



After their last game they finally went back to the hotel, where they left for the airport almost a second later.

During the flight they continued their joking and banter. Richie was surprised at how good a time he was actually having. This was most definitely better than all those parties he had before and ended up drunk and hungover the next morning.

When they finally got to the next city and the next hotel, Richie was exhausted and just wanted to know which room was his so he could phone Sarah and go to sleep. He hoped time difference was still on his side and Sarah would still be up.

In his room he undressed, dropping all his clothes next to the bed and searched for Sarah’s number on his phone as he got in bed.

He heard an answer as he laid his head on his pillow.

“Hi.” She simply said.
“Hey honey, how are you?” He asked a little worried at her short answer.
“I’m alright, tired.”
“Did you have busy day?” He asked.
“No, just had a short night.”
He chuckled. “Thanks for it though. I miss you.”
Sarah smiled to herself on the other end of the line. “I miss you too. How was your night out?” She asked.
“It was great, could only have been better if you were there.”
“I-”
“Don’t say you’re sorry, I know and it’s still fine.” He interrupted her.

He turned around in his bed and let his hand travel over his skin. It felt so good to hear her again, it seemed like ages ago.

“Where are you? I mean, are you alone?” He asked.
“Yeah, I went to bed early and took the phone with me. Why?” She asked back.
“Nothing.” He answered instead of explaining how much he wanted her right now.
“What is it?” Sarah was persistent to find out about his quick answer. “Why do you want me to be alone?”
“It’s really nothing, I just miss you.” He insisted.

How could he tell her he wanted to jack off just because of hearing her voice? Most likely it would freak her out, he thought.

“Isn’t it the middle of the night for you?” Sarah realized.
“It is.” He simply answered.
“What are you still doing up?”
“Talking to you of course.” He answered simply again.

Just her voice was arousing him, if only she was really there with him.

He didn’t realize he was quiet for a long time while he let his hand travel lower over his body.

“Did you fall asleep?” Sarah realized it was a dumb question if he really was asleep.
“No, just thinking about you honey. What are you wearing?” He asked.

Sarah thought that was a weird question but answered it anyway. “One of those nighties you got me and the matching undies.”
“Which one?”
“The black one.”

He could imagine it right away. It was the shortest one, just covering her bottom when she stood. It certainly didn’t help with his arousal; maybe it did, depending on which way.

“I’d like that one if I was there, 'cause when I touch you it’s thin enough for you to still feel,” he said, “and I could still kiss you all over.”
“Richie.” She said a little surprised.
“Wouldn’t you like it?” He asked, trying to figure out if she’d go along.
“I would.” Sarah admitted, she liked the idea, imagining him doing it, how she’d feel.
“I’d love to do that right now, down to your breasts, have I told you how perfect they are?” He asked.
“Richie,” she sighed, “what are you doing?”
“You know what I’m doing. Do you want me to stop?” He wondered if he should just stop either way.
“I don’t know.” Sarah said uncertain.

Richie sighed, was she just shy or not in to it?

“Well, have I told you?” He asked again.
“I think you have.” She admitted.
“Good, cause I really love them, how they feel. I want to touch them all the time, hold them and kiss them. How your nipples react when I touch the soft skin around them.” He said into his phone.
Sarah sighed but this time it sounded more like she was enjoying it.
“Do it Sarah.” He almost pushed her.
“What?” She asked a little confused.
“Touch yourself like how I would.” Richie explained.

Her silence made him unsure again, then he heard her moan.

“Are you doing it?” He asked as his free hand finally closed around his dick, sure she was.
“Yes.” She moaned a little louder.

Richie closed his eyes and imagined both touching her and her hand around his dick.

“Can you feel how soft they are? I love how soft they are when I touch them. How full they feel when I get to squeeze.” He went on.

He could hear Sarah move under her sheets, knowing she was really doing it. He stroked his dick, thinking about touching her skin, her breasts, how they tasted when he kissed or licked them.

Already he could feel himself getting harder in his grasp

He kept encouraging Sarah, pushing her along to do it, she’d like it in the end.

Finally he asked, “Are you wet?”
“Richie.” She complained.

Okay, so he would have to push her all the way.

“Are you?” He asked again.

He could tell she was reluctant and unsure but he was too far to give up now. His dick was hard and wet with pre-cum, he wanted to finish it.

After a while Sarah did give a confirming answer, much to his appreciation.

“Stroke yourself like I would if I were there.” He ordered gently.

“How does it feel?” He asked when Sarah moaned.
“Oh Richie,” she moaned again, “so good.”

Richie kept on stroking as he listened to Sarah’s moans and heavy breathing; they were quickly making him reach his climax as he still tried to instruct her.

“Honey, I’m so close right now.” He said almost groaning.
“Me too.”

With that he let stopped holding back and with a little more imagination and a few more strokes over his wet dick he groaned his way through his orgasm, quickly followed by moans on the other end of the line.

They were both trying to catch their breath before talking again.

“Richie?” Sarah asked after a few minutes when her breathing was back to normal. “We just had phone sex.”
He chuckled a bit. “Yeah darling, we did.”
Then Sarah chuckled too. “You make me do things I would normally never do.”
“Is that a bad thing?” He asked a little worried.
“I don’t think so.”

Richie smiled, she didn’t regret it then.

“Sweetheart?” Sarah asked again when Richie didn’t say more and was just listening to her breathing.
“Yeah?” He answered sleepily.
“You should go to bed.”

Richie turned around in his bed, wiping his hand again and looked over at the clock, it was almost morning.

“You’re right, I should.”
“Go sleep then, good night.” Sarah’s voice sounded so gentle when she said it.
“Good night, I love you”. He said back.
“Love you too.” She said before they disconnected the call.

He laid his phone on the night stand and pulled up his sheets. If she wasn’t joining him on the tour, he had to convince her to do this more often.