The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham - Sex Stories

The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham

... three times if you counted today, but I felt like I needed her approval.

As the song came to an end, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Wow! That was brilliant: I'm going to have that stuck in my head all day. You play beautifully."

"Thanks," I blushed, feeling slightly disloyal to Nadine, "though, obviously Nadine wrote that."

"Yeah, but it's the cello part that sticks in your mind. It's so graceful, so positive, so... I don't know... I want to say energetic, but that doesn't seem quite right."

"I'm really glad you liked it. So, will you come tomorrow?"

"Yeah sure... but I'm still a bit confused about why your friend... Nadine?" I nodded. "Why Nadine wants me on the guestlist?"

"Ah....ok... so, um, ok... I hope this doesn't sound weird, but," my words are almost wincing, "um, that cello part was inspired by you."

She nearly choked on her tea, her eyes bulging.

"What?!"

I couldn't help it, but I laughed a little at her reaction. "I was improvising and found myself thinking about how you moved..."

"How I moved!?" Her eyes were wide, fixed on mine, her body turned towards me, a huge smile on her face.

"Yeah... you were so..." I tried to remember her words, "graceful, positive and... energetic... so in command of the space... so... quick quick glide step glide step," I sang those words to the tune of the refrain, sending her eyebrows skywards and her mouth opening into a perfect O, "and Nadine had only recently written that song, and I ...

... just knew it would work. I recorded it for her straightaway," her eyes were glistening and I realised I was starting to babble, so I got up and started pacing, my body demanding I move somehow but also needing to escape her gaze, "and we re-recorded it the next night. When I told Nadine what inspired it she insisted I track you down and invite you and..." my voice trailed away and I bit my lip, risking a glance at her. She was smiling.

"I'm so sorry, it was weird wasn't it..."

"No, no!" she cut me off, "It's just I can't believe it. That song was so beautiful and nobody hasever said anything like that to me," she managed to get out, with a heavy emphasis on "ever". "Thank you, I'm so, so touched." She paused. "Just wow! You two are so talented."

She asked for details of the gig, and we swapped numbers, arranging to go down together. I also shared the file with her. Suddenly, I didn't want her to leave.

"Listen, I'm on my own. Do you have plans? Or would you like to stay and have some food with me? I'm a pretty good cook."

"Well, you're certainly pretty," she said, seemingly to herself, "yes, I'd love to, if you are sure I'm not imposing."

"I wouldn't have offered otherwise."

I made up some saag paneer and spiced rice, which went well with the leftover peanut and yam curry. We both had a couple of beers and the conversation flowed. I discovered she was the eldest of three (unlike me, the accidental baby of the family) and her parents lived just outside ...