**And, yes, I blush when I write about sex.
Enjoy!
“Do it
with a rock star.”
Ramona looked around the large, dingy
room she stood in. It had
cement-plastered walls and a three-foot-high stage against one side. There were about fifty other people of mixed
ages standing around talking and drinking from red Solo cups. She had come with her cute, bubbly co-worker
Amy.
“Remind me why I’m here again?” Ramona asked,
trying to avoid the stench of stale beer filling her nostrils.
Amy smiled and wrapped her arm
around Ramona’s shoulders. “Because
you’re the bestest girlfriend anyone could ask for,” Amy replied. “And because you don’t want me to get
murdered on the first online date I’ve ever been on. The one that YOU talked me into going on, by
the way.”
Ramona winced. “Oh, that’s right. I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut.” They both laughed. “What’s the name of this guy’s band again?”
she asked.
“Turn Up,” answered Amy before taking
a long sip from her red cup.
“Like the vegetable?”
“No, like ‘turn up’…the music, I
guess.” Amy shrugged. “You know everyone has to be clever these
days.”
“Clever, indeed,” replied Ramona.
Just then, the house lights came
down and the band started walking onto the stage, picking up their instruments.
“That’s him!” shouted Amy. “That’s Dylan.”
“Ooh, Mama like!” replied Ramona as
a tall man with dark shoulder-length curly black hair took center stage with
his guitar.
“Back off, he’s mine! You can have the drummer!”
Ramona’s eyes fell on the
long-haired drummer as he started pounding out the rhythm of the first
song. “Hey, I know that guy!” said
Ramona.
“You do? How?”
“Well, I kind of know him. His name’s Anderson. He’s a friend of a friend…of a friend…kind
of.”
“Interesting!” Amy shouted over the
loud music. “He rocks!”
“Yeah,” replied Ramona, “he does,
doesn’t he?”
As they played, Ramona couldn’t keep
her eyes off of Anderson. She had only
met him once, maybe twice in the past.
She always had the impression that we was some kind of a Venice Beach hippie
transient. But seeing him up on stage
with this band, he was the complete opposite.
He was focused, deliberate, sexy.
Ramona bit her bottom lip. Maybe
this night wouldn’t be a total loss for her after all.
After the show, Ramona and Amy
waited outside the venue for a chance to meet the band. Ramona was still feeling tingly from how well
they had performed, especially Anderson. She couldn’t deny she even felt a little
nervous.
Amy spotted Dylan coming back from
putting an amp in his car. “Dylan!” she
shouted.
“Hey! You came!
I thought I saw you in the crowd,” said Dylan as he leaned forward to
give Amy a hug.
“I told you I would. You guys were amazing.”
“Thank you so much.
Please excuse me, I’m so sweaty.”
“It’s okay.
I like it!”
Dylan looked at Amy for a long moment. “Your pictures on Cinder do not do you
justice, girl. You are smokin’!”
Amy blushed furiously. “Thanks.
Um, Dylan, this is my friend Ramona,” she said, suddenly wanting to
change the subject.
Dylan looked at Ramona while
offering his right hand to her. “So nice
to meet you. Thank you for coming out to
support us.”
Ramona took his hand and replied, “It
was so great, Dylan, really. I actually
know your drummer.”
“Andy? No shit?”
Ramona nodded. “Well,” he
added. “We’re all headed back to my
place to hang. You girls definitely have
to come.”
“We’re in,” said Amy without
hesitation.
“Sweet,” replied Dylan. “I’ll text you my address.
A few hours (and several drinks)
later, Ramona found herself in the backyard of Dylan’s beautiful Los Feliz
home. Ramona and Anderson were getting
cozy beside each other in hammock while Amy and Dylan had disappeared somewhere
inside.
“It’s so rad that you’re here right
now! I can’t get over it!” said Anderson
taking another sip from the bottle of beer he held in his hands. “Every time I saw you out with Aaron and Liz
I always thought you were such a fox.”
Ramona laughed, flattered by his
excitement. “That’s crazy! Why didn’t you ever ask me out?”
“Hey, I’m shy.”
Ramona laughed. “Bull.
Shit. I didn’t even know you
played music,” she said. “You’re such a
rock star!”
Anderson stopped smiling as his
expression became more serious. “There
are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Miss Mona,” he said.
Ramona raised one of her
eyebrows. “Is that so?”
“Yes it is, but don’t worry. You’re about to find out.”
Ramona felt those butterflies in her
stomach again as he leaned closer and their lips met. The spark between them was instant, something
Ramona had not felt in too long. Her
body ached for it. Before she knew it,
they were tangled up in each other and he was unbuttoning her pants. His large hands explored her inner thighs, gripped
her hips, her ass.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked,
breathlessly. Ramona shook her head. “That’s okay,” he added while pulling a
condom from his front pocket. “Rock
stars always come prepared.”
Ramona’s smile grew even larger as
she lost herself in total ecstasy. She’d
never done it in a hammock.
