The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham - Sex Stories

The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham

... had to forget that Ali the engineer and Nadine were listening in. I couldn't see them in the recording studio control booth from where I sat, and they'd promised not to watch me. Mercifully, the rest of the band had gone. I could do this. Nadine needed me, and I had to come through. I'd begged her to try to find another cellist, but she'd insisted.

Deep breath. Phew. I could manage another take, this one in a lower register.

"Ok, ready, play."

The click track began and Nadine's voice and guitar came through my headphones. A new beginning. Unsummoned, the visions of Kate I'd been trying to ignore came to me. We'd been texting non-stop since the gig five weeks ago (which had led, somewhat randomly, to Nadine getting this studio time for free) and had met for lunch several times. She was now dropping round to the flat regularly and had quickly become part of the group. She and Melissa in particular were always chatting; in fact they were going out tonight seeing as Nadine and I would be down here until late.

As the chorus came in and I added my bow to the mix, I started picturing her. Her kind, witty blue eyes, her trendy eyebrow piercing, her spiky short blond hair, long limbs, graceful movement, her smile when she laughed. The way she inspired me. In my mind, she moved as I played the refrain,quick quick glide step glide step. I could feel the arousal building in me. I'd been so horny the last month, but then I'd been playing and writing more than ever. Oh God, ...

... this is what I was scared of. But I kept going, never faltering, the music flowing from me as the flush spread on my chest and between my legs. Kate moved in my mind as my fingers ran up and down the neck, pinning down the strings as my bow hand pulled the sweet sounds from them, my thighs trembling. Oh God, I was so turned on.

I couldn't help it. I leant further, grinding myself into the hard seat of the chair as I bowed the notes. My core ached with need, my thighs now slick with myself, and I imagined it was Kate's neck I was stroking, Kate's body I was gripping between my thighs and stroking and oh, oh, oh...

I bit my lip and tried to suppress the sounds that wanted to rip from my lungs. The effort made my vision go funny, dark spots flashing, as my whole body shook and an involuntary squeak escaped from me. Oh no! I'd ruined the take. Me and my stupid, disgusting, creepy body.

As the tremors of the aftershocks left me, I slumped to the floor, cradling my cello, my curse and my love, and sobbed.

The door opened and I was aware of Nadine's hand on my back. No, no, no, she'd smell me, oh God, she'd be revolted.

"Priya, babe, it's ok..."

"...No, no, no, no, no, just go, just go..." I tried to push her away from me but she just gently took the cello aside and shut the door.

"Ali, cut the mics please mate. Give us a bit."

Then she just laid down next to me, and held me and stroked my hair as I sobbed into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry Priya babe, I shouldn't ...