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The old car stereo in my car crackled as I turned it off and parked my car alongside the curb. Once again I was in a familiar part of town; it was a place where I had parked my car many times during the past two years or so. Once again, I was on my way to band rehearsal, and again I was running a bit late, as was the case more often than not. To be honest, I really didn't care that much. A few months ago, things had been different. Our band had picked up some momentum; the 'right' people had started talking about us. We had even had a few interesting offers from two or three record labels, and things had been looking pretty good. But, our expectations had been if not dashed then at least considerably dented. Some of the offers had been, shall we say, less than serious, and the one that looked most promising was turned down after Paul and Andy had decided that the record label in question was not 'our style'... Since then, the atmosphere in the band had taken a turn for the worse. Paul and Andy's reluctance to the record company naturally played a big part, but there was something else brewing underneath, at least between Paul and me. Ever since we played at his mom's birthday party a little more than three months ago, he had acted a bit weird whenever I was around. But let's face it – why wouldn't he? Things were not the same anymore. Heck, I wasn't the same anymore! What happened at that party was a secret of mine, a secret shared only by Paul's mom, Mrs. Freemont – Amy. The passionate, sexual encounter that she and I had that summer's day was between me and her alone, but Paul's suspicions were as painfully obvious now as they were then.
This night was grey and damp. It had been raining all day, and the streets were still wet. Small drops of water were still falling, and they reflected the yellow glow of the streetlamps as I walked the short distance from my parked car to the building were we used to rehearse. It was an old building, pretty worn down, with very few tenants. Paul and Andy rented a big loft four stories up together, so it really was a combined apartment and rehearsal room for them. Although the loft was originally laid out as one, big, single room, Paul and Andy had used curtains and sheets to split it up into separate sections. They both had a 'room' of their own, and besides the part of the room where our instruments were set up, they had also managed to create a sort of a living room and a make-do kitchen with just a hot-plate and a microwave oven. The place simply shouted out 'bachelor pad', but still it actually had a cosy feel to it.
One bad thing about this building was that it had no elevator. So, as I started walking up the stairs I couldn't help but wonder if this was just another one of those nights. The sessions during last couple of weeks had not been so much about rehearsing as it had been about arguing and bickering. Somewhere deep down we were all hell-bent on taking this band to great heights, I guess that's why we kept on going after all. But lately there had been so many different opinions about everything that I felt that I was coming closer to a point where I would have to decide whether or not to stay in the band. The way things were now, I really couldn't see the point anymore, but I was still willing to give it another chance.
Having ascended the staircase, I reached the entrance to Paul and Andy's place. Without knocking or anything, I went right in. That was they way I used to do it. Taking off my shoes and coat, I called out a hello. I heard the guys reply from the 'kitchen', which was adjacent to the entrance. I went in and found them all three gathered there, Paul, Andy and Greg. Greg lived at his own place, but it was just a five-minute walk from the loft. I was the only one who had to drive to get there, so I was the one who was running late most frequently. Tonight I was about fifteen minutes late, so the guys gave me the usual treatment.
'Glad you could show up', Andy said in a sarcastic tone of voice.
'Yeah, sorry about that. I've had a lot to do today, and got a little held back at work. The company had the paperwork on a big order screwed up bad, and as usual it's always the blue collars who pays the price by having to work overtime...'
'Ok' was the group's mutual, short reply. Andy was the one who said the actual word, but looking at Paul I could see that he was just as bugged at me for being late as Andy was. Greg, as usual, felt the tension and stepped in to mediate.
'Oh, it's no big deal, is it? John's only fifteen minutes late, and we're running a bit behind too, aren't we?', Greg said to Andy and Paul. Then he turned to me:
'We've had company here tonight, so we're not really ready to begin rehearsals either.'
The question of course hit me; who else was here? The guys were just putting some coffee mugs on a tray – five of them – and as we left the kitchen and headed for the living room, Paul said:
'My mom is here for a short visit.' He looked at me as if he was scanning me for a reaction.
In that same instant, I could have sworn that my heart skipped a beat. I continued to follow the guys to the living room, but although it took us just a few seconds to get there, thousands of thoughts had the time to fly through my head. For the past three months, I had not been able to stop thinking about Paul's mom and what had happened between us. What we had shared had been more than I had ever experienced before up to that point, and the image of her in her sexy satin lingerie and white pearls had burned itself firmly in my mind. Not a day had gone by that summer and autumn that I hadn't thought about her, and every time it had brought me to such emotional chaos. I had wanted to see her again, to touch her again, to fuck her again, but it had always felt so impossible, so unreal. The more time that had passed since the party, the more I had told myself that it had been a one-time thing. A wild, sexual adventure that she had used me for. For Christ's sake, she was a married woman. Sure, she had told me that she and Paul's dad were going through some hard times, but the fact that I hadn't heard from her at all since then told me that she had wanted nothing more to do with me. And it was Paul's mom... Every time that he had looked at me, I had felt such guilt. Not that I hadn't loved every second of our time together, but the fact that I was her son's friend made things unimaginably complicated. And now she was here. She was just a few feet away from me, and we were going to see each other again for the first time since I threw her a kiss as she lay naked on her bed. A thousand more thoughts shot through me; what was she wearing, how would she smell, what was she going to say, how was she going to act?
As Andy, who was going first, turned and went through the opening between a pair of curtains that lead into the living room, I heard that beautiful voice again:
'That coffee will sure taste good. Thanks.' Her voice was just as I remembered it.
I turned and came into the room, and there she was. I could feel my heart pounding like a drum as I looked at this sexy and beautiful woman. Her appearance was quite different from what it had been at the party of course, and her clothes were more casual. She was wearing a pair of dark blue trousers and a simple, light grey blouse with short sleeves to go with it. She wore her hair down this time, and it fell straight down to her shoulder blades. I noticed that the fringe of her hair was shorter now, but it still reached down to just above her eyebrows. The glamour of the black and white dress that I hadn't been able to get out of my head since our last meeting was not there now, but now she radiated more of a business woman sexiness instead. Yet underneath it all, I knew she was the same, knock-out woman, and I couldn't help but think about the feel of her tits against my skin, and her warm, wet pussy. That's when I saw it; the one detail that was still there. She was wearing the same pearl bracelet as she had three months ago. The two strings of white beads and the golden clasp encircled her wrist, but this time it was on her left arm. As I looked at the bracelet, she gave me a look as if to remind me of how she had wanted to use her left hand to stroke my dick, and how I had asked her to use her right hand because I wanted to see the pearls. Now she had moved it, as if to compromise and give us both what we wanted. I must have been standing there as if in a daydream, but I snapped out of it as she suddenly said:
'Oh John, so you've arrived too! It's so nice to see you again. Thanks again for playing at my party, everyone appreciated it so much.'
'Don't mention it', was all I could muster.
Just being in front of her again was so overwhelming. In this situation, it almost felt like a dream that she and I had fucked each other. With Andy, Greg and above all Paul present, she again took on the role as mother, and it was such a contrast to the image of her in my mind that I didn't know how to act or behave. Feeling a desperate need to keep up appearances, I soon managed to continue:
'So what are you doing in town, Am... Mrs. Freemont?'
How ironic. At the day of the party she had reminded me more than one time to call her Amy, but I had stuck on Mrs. Freemont. During the past months she had been nothing but Amy in my mind, and now that I really needed to keep my face, it almost betrayed me. I don't know if Paul reacted to my near-slip at the time, but there and then it felt like the whole world immediately knew what had happened between his mom and me. She, however, played it cool and kept the 'casual' conversation going.
'Oh, I'm just down here for a few days to see some friends. Sort of like a small tour of this part of the country, I have a lot of old friends down here since my college days. And of course I had to swing by and see Paul too. It was only a coincidence that I came on the same day as your rehearsing, but I hope you don't mind having some audience?'
Audience... The last time she had watched us play I had barely been able to keep my eyes off her. And that had been before our 'meeting'. How was I going to keep a straight face for two hours with her watching us rehearse? But, of course, that was not my reply.
'Of course not, that's ok with me.'
For the following two hours, I was a mess. We hooked up our instruments and rehearsed as usual. In fact, compared to how it had been lately, it was better than usual. Instead of arguing about stuff, we actually spent most of the time playing music. But my contribution was terrible. As I tried to keep myself from staring at Amy, I couldn't stop all the thoughts in my head, and made at least ten errors in each song we played. Needless to say, the guys weren't too thrilled about my performance, but at least we made it through the songs on our rehearsal list. When we were finished, Paul was the one who opened his mouth first:
'Well, that was pretty bad. It's a good thing we turned down that record deal, it would have been embarrassing sounding like this in a studio or at a gig.'
As I tried to come up with a quick excuse for my bad performance, Amy stood up and said:
'Aw, come on honey, it wasn't that bad. After all, isn't this what rehearsals are all about anyway?'
'Well, I guess so', was Paul's short response.
'You guys keep at it', she continued. 'Even if it didn't go that well tonight, I still think you have a lot of potential. Things will really start happening for you soon, I guarantee it!'
As she said those last sentences, she gave me a quick look. Then she picked up her purse from the floor and said:
'Well, I have to get going now. I'm seeing a friend tomorrow morning, so I'd better get some sleep soon. I'll just have to use the little girls' room before I go. Paul, where is it?'
Paul pointed his mom to the bathroom, and she disappeared for a while. When she came out again, Greg had already left. Paul, Andy and I were standing in the hall, and I had already put my jacket on. As Amy went to put her shoes on, she managed to catch my eye. As I followed her with my eyes she gave me a special look and twitched her head slightly towards the bathroom, as if she wanted me to go in there. I was completely taken by surprise, but quickly managed to blurt out:
'I'll just have to use the bathroom too, before I go.'
Without waiting for a response, I went across the hall, into the bathroom and locked the doors around me. Looking around, I immediately spotted a small piece of paper that had been carefully placed on the toilet seat. I picked it up, unfolded it, and read the short message scribbled on it:
'Call me', followed by Amy's cell phone number.
I felt a shiver run down my spine, and quickly put the piece of paper in my pocket. To avoid suspicion, I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. As I got out of the bathroom, Paul and Andy had returned to the living room. I went in to say bye, and noticed at the same time that Amy must have left while I was in the bathroom.
'Bye guys, see you next week.'
I didn't get much of a reply, just a low, grunting sound, as if to reinforce how less-than-enthusiastic Andy and Paul were about tonight's rehearsal. Anyway, I left the loft, went down the stairs and out into the streets, back to my car. As I sat down inside, I let out a deep breath. What a night! I just sat there for a few minutes, trying to gather my thoughts a little. I started the car, but quickly stopped the engine again. I couldn't wait until I got home; I had to talk to her immediately. I picked up the piece of paper from my pocket, and reached into my coat for my cell phone. As I dialled her number, I could feel my heart rate go up.
'Hello?', her warm voice said on the other end.
'Amy, it's John.'
'God, I was hoping it was you. I have to see you again, John. Soon.'
I was a bit surprised by how eager she sounded. Knowing that we had gone past the point of no return already on our first meeting, I still tried to do 'the right thing', for some reason.
'Is that really a good idea, Amy?' I said. 'Isn't this whole thing just too complicated?'
'I know what I want, and I know you want it too.'
She quickly interrupted me before I could continue.
'I'm on my way back to the hotel where I'm staying', she said. 'The Grand Bay Hotel, do you know it?'
'Yes, I know it, but do you really think...'
'We can talk more later. Come over there tonight, as soon as you can. I'm in room 422.'
She was right; I wanted it too. There was no use trying to uphold some ethics that I really didn't want to follow. I knew I had to see her, right there and then.
'Alright, I'll be there in 45 minutes.'
I drove off into the night, headed for the more fashionable parts of town. All the way my mind was spinning in anticipation of what was ahead of me. Once again, I found myself locked in a struggle with myself, ethics fighting primal instincts. God, how I wanted to fuck her again! But all the time, there was the thought of taboo digging through my brain. Looking back at it now though, I'm pretty sure that only turned me on more. I parked my car a few blocks from the hotel. Sure, I knew that no one would recognise my car, or care about it if they saw it, but it just seemed smart to avoid leaving any evidence of my presence at the hotel. As I neared the hotel entrance, I focussed all my concentration on holding back the hard-on in my pants. When I went through the revolving doors and passed through the hotel lobby, I did my best to appear as casual as possible. Just moving helped me constrain my aching dick, so I headed up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. Four stories up, I headed into the hallway. Trying to not look as if I didn't know where I was going, I started walking down the carpet, just glancing at the door numbers along the way. When I finally reached number 422, I had almost reached the far end of the corridor. Moistening my lips and taking a deep breath, I then knocked the door quietly. It didn't take long before it opened, and Amy appeared in front of me.
What a revelation she was! She wasn't wearing the same clothes as she had been earlier that night; instead she had slipped into a black teddy. Black lace covered her perfect tits, but it couldn't conceal her nipples completely. The lacy pattern ended just below her chest, and the lower part of the teddy was made of a delicate, sheer fabric, the kind which really does not reveal much but still shows you everything somehow. The teddy ended halfway down her thighs, and I could discern a black matching panty underneath. However, I didn't have much time to admire her before she grabbed my shirt and literally pulled me inside the room and closed the door behind us. Without a word, she pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. My hands immediately found their ways to her hips, and I began kissing her back.
We were acting like starving animals. For three months I had been wondering if I'd ever get to see, let alone touch her again, and suddenly our tongues were exploring each other again. Our lips remained locked as I started to run my hands through her hair. I could smell her femininity and how horny she was, and as she began to pull my shirt up from my pants she started to talk, still kissing my mouth and breathing heavily.
'Oh God, John, I've missed you. I've been thinking about you and what we did every day for the past three months. I need you to fuck me again, John, I want you so bad!'
'I've missed you too, Amy', I panted. 'I didn't know if I was ever going to see you again.'
'We're together now, that's all that matters', she replied. 'But we can talk later, just shut up and fuck me now!'
Whatever ethics that had still been in my head as I had entered the hotel were blown away now. There was no little voice inside saying that this was wrong. It was pure instinct, and I knew that I had to fuck her right there and then. Amy pulled up my shirt from my pants and unbuttoned it, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on my chest and breathing loudly through her open mouth. She threw my shirt on the floor and ran her hands down my chest, but as she reached the button on my pants, I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall behind her. I buried my eyes in hers and held her in a firm grip, to show her that I wanted things to slow down. Her chest continued to heave up and down from her breathing, but she slowly calmed down in my grip. She gave me a teasing kiss and gently pushed me away from her. Glancing over her shoulder, she headed towards the bedroom. I just stood there for a moment before following her, letting my eyes explore her entire figure. Her sexy appearance was accentuated by that amazing piece of lingerie, which was low cut to reveal the better portion of her back. The two, thin straps crossed on her back and disappeared under her beautiful hair. As she disappeared through the bedroom door, I went after her. When I entered the room, she was standing by the bed, just waiting for me.
I took Amy in my arms. Ever so softly, I let my hands move from her arms to her shoulders, just barely touching her warm skin along the way. We continued to gaze into each others' eyes as I continued to caress her. I worked my way down, but I didn't make any effort to remove the teddy. It was just too sexy for that. The black fabric fell beautifully against her tanned skin, just barely revealing the outlines of the black pair of panties underneath. As I slid my hands in under the cloth, it was like an electric spark ignited when my fingertips touched her skin. Standing on my knees before her, I caressed her stomach and let my hands pass up her torso. With an outward circling motion of my hands, I felt her tits against my palms again. The black lace, with a pattern of small flowers embroidered in it, was running over the back of my hands, and I could feel the perky tips of her nipples as I began kissing her abdomen through the sheer material. Amy soon grabbed my head and started to run her hands through my hair, and after a while I could hear her whisper: