The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham - Sex Stories

The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham

... and starts playing "The Flight of the Bumblebee". My parents showed it to me when I was 12, and I spent the next two days learning the piece. I've never forgotten it and it is a great piece to show off.

I don't know if she knew it or not, but I felt her move to a chair nearby. It's a piece that does require concentration, especially as I was coming at it cold, without warming up, so I didn't look at her while I was playing, but when I finished she burst into applause.

"Oh my God Priya!" she half laughed, half shrieked, "you are so ridiculously talented! Wow, just wow! I'm actually quite intimidated by how amazing and lovely you are."

"Pish. Nonsense! You're the Cambridge graduate curing cancer! Stop being silly."

She waved this away. "Can you play me something else?"

I could. I was surprised. It had taken me a while to even be comfortable playing for Nadine. University had been hell in many ways because of my hang ups with performing. But around her I felt completely safe and at ease. It was rather wonderful. Perhaps it was her reaction.

Suddenly, I remembered why she was here and knew what song I wanted to play for her.

"I've got it!" I reached over for my folder of sheet music and quickly found the one I was looking for. "Seeing as I brought you here to play you a song you partly inspired, it seems fitting to sing you a song about inspiring a song."

"Huh?"

"You'll work it out, I'm sure."

I knew this one quite well and would only need to ...

... glance at the page occasionally, so I began the song singing it to her.

It's a little bit funny,

This feeling inside...

She was giving me such a strange look, I nearly faltered and glanced back to the lyric sheet to cover it. My performance anxiety was hitting me hard as I felt a flush creep up my neck. I wanted to just stop, but I thought that would be even more mortifying, so I ploughed on.

I hope you don't mind,

I hope you don't mind,

That I put down in words,

How wonderful life is

While you're in the world.

I risked a glance. She was rapt, watching me with a blissful expression on her face.

I decided I needed to make it clear why I was singing this particular song to her, so I turned my head to face her again as I circled back to the key lyric and increased my volume slightly.

And you can tell everybody

This isYOURsong.

There was a smile on her face that I hoped signified that she'd got it. My body was hot all over as I came to final chords, improvising a little piano outro to allow the lyrics to die away and try to avoid the awkwardness that was sure to come. Finally, my fingers stopped moving and I just sat there, willing the incipient panic attack away, my skin on fire, my stomach in knots. I didn't dare look at her. I wondered whether I could just go straight into another song to cover it, or if I could beg a toilet break, but in my indecision a hideous silence was growing.

"Priya, are you..."

Suddenly, there was the sound of a ...