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"Tina," she says. "Tina," she repeats. "I'm called Tina."
"Tina," muses Lynn. A nice short name, but this Tina is very unlike the soul chanteuse who is her namesake. "You're a Brooklyn girl aren't you? Are you going back home by subway?"
Tina nods and Lynn studies her face. She is sure her instincts are right. This is a woman whose passion for Lynn could easily become physical. She just needs the opportunity. As the pause between them lengthens, Lynn sees excitement and nervousness battle to set her face in repose.
"I really truly enjoy your music," Tina gushes at last. "For a long time, Kirsten was the only tune of yours I really appreciated, but now I'm addicted to every song you play or write. And this show was much, much more enjoyable than I'd ever thought possible."
It would be too soft to admit to Tina how much Lynn's fantasies of conjugal passion added to the success of the set, but there is no way that the pianist can allow the woman to disappear into the streets alone.
"Stay a moment, Tina, and I'll accompany you to the subway. I've just got to say goodbye to the boys."
"Accompany me to the subway?" Tina gasps. Had she ever imagined that the famous Lynn Wood might ever make that suggestion?
"There's so much we can talk about, I'm sure."
"There is?"
Lynn takes Tina by the shoulders, feeling her slender frame through the patent leather. She recognises too well the desire that burns in the Brooklyn woman's eyes.
She kisses Tina briefly and tenderly on the lips, thick lips against thin: Tina's opening ever so little but managing to restrain her eager tongue.
As their lips separate and Lynn studies her admirer from arms' length, she feels a fire burning between her thighs she knows she must satisfy. And she knows that Tina is the one to do it. Those slender hands with the tapering fingers she grasps in hers. The dimples in cheeks on an otherwise gaunt face. The long neck that curves towards the open lapels of her leather overcoat.
"And I'm sure," says Lynn, "that talking needn't be all we do together this night!"
- COMMENTS
ungenderlessover 17 years agoI really appreciated the subject matter of jazz music in this story. There was a unique relation between Lynn's growing lust for an admirer and the way her night on stage progressed. We also get a healthy dose into Lynn's history, which makes me care about her more.
However, I must say that I feel that this story is unfinished. To me, it ended abruptly and at a critical point. If there are to be other chapters than this is great, as I will be looking forward to them. However, if this is a stand-alone story, I feel a bit cheated.
