Warning: Sexual Activity
Christine and I are girl chatting after a long show. Lindsey and John are tuning their instruments and Mick is most likely around here somewhere but I haven't seen him. My lady and I are sharing a bottle of wine, the car will be here for us in most likely an hour but for now, we unwind.
"So tell me, love, perfect man? What's he like for you?" Christine asks me.
"Oh, I don't know, you go first!"
"Hmmm" she says, leaning back into the couch, taking a generous sip of red wine. "Tall, sexy, nice body, funny...well hung" I giggle girlishly. "Good dancer...money. I don't need someone spending all of mine. Someone I can call on at any given time and he's right there you know? Day or night." She sighs. "So how about you? Your turn."
"I guess...I guess I already have him. The perfect man"
"Oh? Do tell!"
I look around, not wanting anyone to hear. "Alright well he's tall, beautiful face, beautiful hair, talented in pretty much every way you could imagine" My lips turn up into a smile and she squeals.
"More!"
"He's considerate and romantic, loyal, faithful....he's, oh he's just so wonderful. I really think I'm in love"
"You mean?"
"He's definitely the one!" I admit.
"So what's his name? Anyone I know?"
I hesitate then shake my head. "No, but I'm sure if we are as serious as I think, you will know soon enough"
"Oh man, you are so lucky! Leave it to you to find the only good man out there. I bet Buck is going to be jealous!" She ends her last sentence in a sing song way and my heart stops.
"I, I don't think he will be" I stammer. Thankfully someone calls us to say the car is here and I rush out of the room. The ride is silent back to the hotel and everyone seems to think it's because I'm tired. I'm afraid I've said far too much and I've blown it.
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Another run in with Christine has me thinking of ways to cover my tracks. She looks at me in such a way sometimes, I think she feels something isn't right. Mick is giving me the cold shoulder- he heard I was with someone. Wait until he hears who, I think to myself.
I'm called onstage yet again and the chemistry is too much for me. I long to touch the man I love in a different way that I feel is okay on stage. We share sweet kisses when I want passionate ones and short hugs when I want to be truly held. After the show I'm tearing through the backstage area to get changed and Lindsey follows me, slamming the door behind him. Everyone scatters, seeing us run after each other, thinking we will fight but only we know the truth.
He smiles at me and I smile at him as I launch myself at him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He pushes my panties aside, stroking my most sensitive area and I moan into his mouth. We are kissing hungrily and I tug at his clothes, fumbling with his belt. My hands are shaking. I could come, just looking at him but I want so much more. All the sexual tension on stage is driving us both crazy.
"Let's make this quick then so we can get back to the hotel" I nod at his suggestion.
"Fuck me, put it in. Fuck me" I go back to kissing him all over, our tongues fighting for power. He locks the door swiftly, laying me on the floor gently. He wants to get to my breasts and I allow him to feel me. His fingers touch my skin and I'm on fire. He pulls out his stiff member and replaces his fingers with it inside me. I stifle a moan as he pumps away. His sweat drips onto me, his natural scent driving me wild. His eyes are wide and focused. The man of my dreams, an angel above me. I, his angel below. The roughness doesn't take away from the love we share. This isn't just fucking, it's love making. It's intense, it's beautiful, it's all encompassing. I feel myself clench around him and we come together. The euphoria washes over us and we smile at each other. He lay inside me for a few extra minutes and I hold him so close we could probably melt into one person from the heat. He finally gets up, helping me to my feet. We change and hang everything back up so it can be dry cleaned for the next show. We exchanged naughty but satisfied looks. I leave my dressing room first, finding Christine and Lindsey leaves last. We depart the venue in separate cars and it feels like a lifetime before I see him again.
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Once back at the hotel, I'm stopped and told I must have a drink as per the post show ritual but Lindsey isn't there. I keep checking my watch every few seconds, trying to see when I can leave and go to him. I have more than my fair share and I find myself spilling facts about Lindsey endlessly, never once saying his name. I'm thankful for that, at least. I tell Mick, John and Christine about the house in a far away place and the wholeness I feel there. I tell them that I keep the key with me on a chain so I can feel close to my man, I tell them how I'm so much in love that it makes me sick to be without him. With all of my gushing and love sick yammering, Mick looks uncomfortable and Christine has to elbow me hard to get me to stop. She helps me back to my room because I'm clearly wasted. She tucks me in and wishes me a good night. I say nothing, pretending to be a sleep. Lindsey comes in shortly afterward and crawls into bed with me. He doesn't make one single move. I've ruined the night with him but he doesn't care. My sweet man just wants to be by my side. He curls into my body, pulling me close. He presses a kiss to my bare shoulder and tells me he loves me. I mumble something but I doubt he understood. I didn't even understand what I said just then. Soon after, we both drift off to sleep.
