The boyfriend

The downtown club was jam packed with patrons. The evening was young, and the air still fresh. A few people had started dancing while others were getting their first drinks and chatting with their friends. When we appeared on stage, they started cheering but soon quietened down as we start performing. I realized how much I had missed performing with the others. 

All was going well until I saw him.

Mason was seated on the first table in the VIP lounge watching me with keen eyes. I faltered a bit after seeing him but somehow managed to get my composure back. Making a conscious effort to avoid him, I belted out words while gyrating my body to the beat. As the patrons started cheering and singing along some of the songs, my confidence increased and I drowned myself in the music forgetting about Mason and his steely eyes. 

As we started singing famous singing of other musicians, the crowd becomes livelier. I enjoyed myself and the attention we were getting. My favorite part about performing is getting lost in the music, letting it consume and lead me. It’s a high I don’t think anything else can make me feel.

When we finished, I felt tired but a bit disappointed because I had been enjoying performing way too much. Even before we got off the stage, the DJ started playing other songs, more upbeat ones sending the whole building into a frenzy. It was like everyone in the ordinary section has gone wild. 

I glanced at the VIP section. They were all as stiff and boring as always. A few girls had stood up and were dancing. I thought ink even if I had money, I would always go to the ordinary section. That was where all the fun was.

The only thing I liked about performing for the ultra-rich is the pay, but they are not the best audience. I liked ordinary people who are wild and free. I liked to think of myself as one such person.

We went backstage and got out of our costumes. I put on a black pair of jeans and threw on a red tank top then a black cardigan. I let my wildly curly hair out of the ponytail and let it loose. Wiping the red lipstick, I applied pink, a softer color before we made our way to the dance floor. 

The smell of sweaty dancing bodies, perfume, and alcohol had mixed together to form an unrecognizable scent. Heading to the bar, I ordered a drink. When it was handed to me, I turned but ended up bumping into someone spilling the drink.

“I’m so-.” Upon looking up, I see that it’s Dave. My heart leapt and I hugged him tight. “Oh my goodness, baby. When did you get back?”

Dave hugged me tighter before loosening the hold and kissing me. “A few minutes ago. I had to come and see my baby before anything else.”

“Ohh, such a lover.” I commented. “I’m so happy to see you back.”

I felt happiness in my heart again after seeing him. It felt like it had been years since I last saw him. Running my hands all over his body, everything came back to me. I had seen him for barely a minute and my body was already charged. There was a fire deep inside that only he could ignite. That was why I could not ever think of my life without him ever again.

“You spilled your whole drink on me, though.”

“Sorry babe. You know I’ll make it up to you later,” I said with a wink.

Dave chuckled and kissed me again. “I missed you so much. Why don’t we skip the drinks and just go home. It’s been too long.”

“Why not?” I said. That was music to my ears. No drink would be able to make me feel the way he did. 

Dave and I pushed through the hundreds of sweaty and soft, sweaty bodies to make it out of the club. Once outside, he started kissing me roughly and I reciprocated, my body feeling the most alive.

I pulled away and we dragged ourselves through the parking lot to where his car was parked. We kissed again and almost did it in the car but we knew we could end up in jail if we did so. Dave started the car and drove fast. Safety was forgotten because all we wanted was to get home.

He occasionally touched my leg, making me even more impatient than I was. We finally got to his building with our bodies intact. Like young lovers, we dashed into the building laughing happily. That, the stairs were nothing and we climbed them in record time.

As soon as the door opened, we stepped in and start consuming each other’s mouths as if we hadn’t seen each other in five years. I wasted no time and immediately got rid of my jeans. If I had known that he was coming I wouldn’t have worn them. 

Dave removed his clothes as well. When we were both naked, he pulled me to him. I stepped forward and grinded against his erect member. My wetness coated it and I released a moan as my body started demanding for it. Dave led me to the bedroom and I pushed him onto the bed and slid right onto his strong and big shaft. 

When I start moving, I felt so good I thought I was going to climax right then and there. Moving up and down left my whole body weak with pleasure. Then suddenly, I felt his release and stopped moving when he released a moan and twisted his face. Pulling out, I stared at his face. That was quick.

“Sorry,” he said with closed eyes. “It’s been so long and you felt so good. I couldn’t hold it in. you’re so sweet baby.”

Sighing, I lay on the other side of the bed. To say I was disappointed was an understatement. We always made love for a long enough time. Honestly. I understood his situation but that didn’t mean I liked it. Being with a one minute man is quite frustrating. I could only hope that the second round would be better. This had never happened before and I didn’t know how to deal with such a situation.

While I waited for him to recover, I stared at the ceiling. As I was still waiting, his breathing started to get heavy. Sitting up, I stared at his face and noticed he had slept off. Rolling my eyes, I got up to get a drink. Maybe if I got drunk enough, I would be able to get some sleep. 

While I was seated on the couch in the living room, I began to think about Mason. I tried to shake the thoughts of him out of my head. I should be thinking about Dave, I told myself. He had been very good to me and one mishap should not make me think of replacing him.

Besides, he was probably tired from the long drive. I had to be understanding as everything was not about the sex. I had to give him time and hope we would have a great time like before. 

Taking the bottle of wine back to the cabinet, I decided to return to the bed and lie next to the man I loved. I lay facing his side and place my arm over his chest while the other remained tucked under my body. It was not the best position as the couch was not very wide but I needed to be feeling him so that my thoughts don’t stray. Besides, I didn’t want to wake him yet.

The next morning, I woke up to find Dave gone.