The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham - Sex Stories

The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham

... arousal.

I listened through, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing in my crotch and fighting the desire to have a second orgasm. The recording wasn't perfect but it sounded fine: she'd obviously want to re-record it, but it was definitely good enough to give her the idea. I rendered and downloaded an mp3, then rushed upstairs.

"Here, listen."

She popped on headphones and closed her eyes, while I stood nervously by her desk, chewing on my lip. Somewhere in the second verse (or so I guessed) her eyes snapped open, locked on mine. Her face split into the hugest smile, which I couldn't help returning. By the end, her eyes were shining with tears.

"Bloody hell Priya fam! I could kiss you! No, screw it, Iam going to kiss you!"

I blushed, as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard on the cheek.

"You liked it then?"

"I bloody loved it! You've just made that song, for real! That was epic!" She started humming my refrain. "Oh, that's such an earworm, trust. Bloody hell!" She gave a wordless little yelp of joy and jumped up and down in excitement.

"Listen with me? Pretty please?"

We listened twice more, and discussed how we might adjust it as I squirmed. I had no plans for Friday night, so I promised her we'd record some new takes the next day, though I gulped at the thought. She wanted it on Soundcloud and Bandcamp asap. "I can totes hear that on the radio." I had to agree. I started to protest when she began promising me a co-write credit, ...

... but she insisted. "You've made that song, babe. It was good before, but now it's diamond. It's your refrain that peeps will remember; that's the hook. No doubt."

I got up to go, as Nadine was fully intending to put word out on Social Media about it already, whereas I was ready for bed.

"Where did that come from anyway?" she asked as I was poised at her door.

"Oh, I was just improvising and thinking about how that waitress had moved tonight."

"How she'd moved?!" Nadine's voice was slightly incredulous.

"Yeah, she was so graceful, so in command. The refrain just came from there, her movements, her command over her space, her confidence. Then it just seemed to fit your song: the way your lyrics navigate the pitfalls of life after a death."

"Wow. You're deep, you get me Priya? I have to meet this woman now, trust. Invite her to a show and put her on the guestlist."

"Ok. I'll try. Maybe I'll pop in next week when she's working and see if she'd be up for coming."

She looked at me strangely, then leaned in for a hug.

"Love you babe. I so appreciate the way you support me. For real. You're amazing," she whispered to me as she squeezed me tight. "You know that there's nothing about you that will ever change that, don't you fam? Nothing that could shake my gratitude?"

I wondered where this was coming from. Confused, I pulled back and looked at her. In the dim light of her room, it seemed like she was waiting for me to say something, to make some kind of ...