It was late February of 2008. Daniel and I had been chatting online like mad and it had become apparent that, though our chats generally revolved around what fun he, the mrs, and I might have together, this option was off the table. We still had hope, but we were simmering for each other in a way that should have been impossible for the others to miss, so something was bound to happen when the man and I came to stay the weekend at their house for a concert.
We'd had our first date. Our first kiss--and our REAL first kiss. Our nights at the hotel and movies and the car and hotels again. We'd weathered the dreaded 'couch incident.' We loved each other, and told each other so every day. Things were getting serious. And we were beginning to see just how much...
The weekend passed nicely enough. Daniel wowed us with his cullinary skills and we generally enjoyed each others company. It was fun, but even then it was tough to see him kiss her and even tougher for him to see the man and I cuddle up together for a nap. After Daniel's incredible dinner, he, the man, and I packed up for the 40 min ride to the place where Daniel's band was playing that night.
'Can I be your groupie?" I asked playfully, rounding the car as he loaded his guitar in the trunk. He responded positively to the idea so I pressed on.
"So...does that mean I get to sleep with the band?" He turned to me, his eyes so full of lust that I blushed and looked away.
"No. Just the bass player." He responded boldly.
The man didn't bat an eyelash, but it was more than obvious we were flirting heavily.
The man jumped in the back seat of the car, leaving the front to me and Frances. Before we could hit the road in earnest, I needed to stop for gas. I hopped out to fill up the tank and, my back turned, dashed off a quick text to Frances.
"Just so you know, baby, you look SO fucking gorgeous, i've been dying to kiss you for hours."
I jumped back in, and Frances shot me a loaded, wordless glance that I knew to mean 'I got your message, you're very naughty, and yes please.' The next 40 minutes were torture--Frances just inches away, close enought to touch, to kiss, but very much off limits. Finally, we arrived at the bar where I was playing. I loaded my gear in quickly and headed to the bar to fetch us a round of drinks--yes, even the man.
Sweet man that Daniel is, he played the host with the mostest all the while making smouldering eyes at me and attempting to lure me off to dark corners of the bar where we could steal kisses. It's a wonder the man didn't notice, but I can only assume that he was half asleep by this point as he has been working night turn and was thus exhausted with the change in his schedule. Eventually Daniel's band took the stage and I left the man at the table to get closer so I could see better. Nothing is more sexy that making eyes at my boyfriend the bassist while my hips sway to the music. Every time he'd glance my way I'd get a little tingle. Butterflies in my tummy, with an electric shock straight to my girly parts. Halfway through the show a string broke on Daniel's bass. He finished like a pro and presented me with the broken string as a souvenir.
I was MAYBE showing off a little... But I played hard that night. By the end of the set, I had ventured out into the midst of the crowd with our guitarist, trading riffs toe to toe as my broken string dangled uselessly by my side. We finished, and I made a beeline through the crowd to find Frances, busted string in hand. Drunk on adrenaline, I leaned across her chair and twined the broken string around her like a necklace. Still in high spirits, I gathered the rest of my gear and took leave of my bandmates for the long ride home...
The air in the car was heavy with lust. The man dozed in the back seat as Daniel and I forced ourselves to make small talk. He pulled out his phone. Texting me the words that he dare not speak.
"Hope you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you right now."
Our arms rested perilously close on the console between the seats. So close I could feel the warmth of his radiating up my arm. Our pinky fingers entwined and soon after I felt his warm palm cover my cold hand. It took my breath away. This risky move. This forbidden gesture that dangerously tested our resolve. We eventually made it home undiscovered and sent the man to bed in the basement.
To be continued...