Meet The Andrews Part 1 - Sex Stories

Meet The Andrews Part 1

... drapes over her shoulders as she comes down the steps and into the kitchen barefoot and walks towards me. She smiles a sweet, almost kiddish smile with blazing green eyes, the black eyeliner on the top of her eye line and faintly at the bottom making them pop. Her hair is a soft brown with light curls in them. She looks like she's not even forty. I stay on the stool and Mr. Jonas comes into the kitchen. “Ms. Price.” He clears his throat, putting his hands on the girls hips. “This is Mrs. Andrews; her husband will be right down to meet you as well.” I look at her ,stunned. The Andrew s. The people who own the STAR night clubs and literally control half of the world music scene. Them. She looks at me confused before I realize I haven't said a word, only looked at her. Her voice is like silk. “Honey, are you alright? You look hungry.” She looks at Mr. Jonas. “Make us some food, Mikey, so James doesn't have too.” He frowns at her, moving his hands away. “Why? He's a bitch anyway; let him do it.” He smiles. In a blink of an eye she back kicks him into the cabinets along the wall. “Do it!" She grits her teeth. "Before I get actually mad. We have a guest.” Her voice oddly stays calm as Mr. Jonas stands up and turns around, heading to the fridge to start to make some food. She turns to me and sighs, “Men,” and giggles softly. “So... Price, is it? Mikey told me you came here to do an interview with us. Um, where are you most comfortable?” She looks a little nervous as I look back ...

... still stunned. “Um…” I say softly, “How about the couches? Mr. Jonas said it would take a long time. Why don’t we get comfortable.” She smiles softly. “Couches it is.” She turns to Mr. Jonas, “Where's Dad... Jamesy?” Her face turns red when I hear him chuckle, as I start to go towards the couch. “In the office with, I think, Rachel. Do you want him now or can you start without him?" He turns and leans back on the counter making his arm ripple and his slight abs under his shirt do the same “No,” she says, before sighing. “Get him when the food is ready.” Her eyes dart down before she looks back up at me already sitting on the couch. She smiles and walks over. “Bring us coffee, too, Mikey. I need it for today,” she smiles, sitting on the opposite side of the couch. “Now. What do you know about this project?” she smirks, getting relaxed on the couch. “I only know that Mr. Jonas...” She waves her hand, “Call him Mike. Mr. Jonas is too formal for that man.” I take a deep breath. Why am I so nervous? “Mike has told me that I was going to write a book about you and your family's life. He told me that it is only for records and will never be published for the masses.” Her lips curls softly, “Well, he's a very good boy for telling you that.” She looks over at him as he walks over with cups with coffee and steamed milk and sugar on the side, and another plate of eggs with ham, broccoli, and cheese. He nods his head before he sits down on the other couch, laying back. She picks up her cup, ...