Past, Present and Future

Shy Singer And The Shocking Suggestion

Paul Stanley is what I go by now. My birth name was Stanley B. Eisen, but I changed it. My stage name is Starchild and on stage I live up to the persona. Offstage I'm painfully shy, unless I'm around Gene. 

One Friday after rehearsal Peter suggested I come home with him and hang out. Now Pete's married but I think he and his wife are openly swingers but that's their business. i know Ace and his girlfriend are and Gene's happily single.

I hear Peter calling my name so I turn around. "Yes?"

"Come over and hang out for awhile."

"When?" I manage to stammer out. I immediately turn red and look at the floor. I have a slight crush on Peter which he probably already knows. My cheeks feel like they're on fire.

Peter takes my hand and leads me to his car. Once inside, he reaches over and grabs it again. I'm so nervous. Please don't let me puke or say something really stupid.

Once we arrived at Peter's apartment, I was so nervous that i almost ran. Taking a few deep breaths, I grabbed a can of beer and guzzled it down. Oooh, wrong thing to do. Soon my head's spinning and I'm stumbling around. Trying to leave, I go to stand up and fall right into Peter's lap. Oh boy! He just smirks and helps me up. My hand slips and I touch.....boy does my face go red.

"Come on, let's get you in bed." says Pete in his deep raspy voice. I think he picks me up but I've had three beers so I don't actually remember. I do remember being put in his bed which is exciting and scary at the same time.

"Kiss me!" I blurt out. Damned beer!

The next thing I remember is him leaning over me and kissing me chastely on the cheek. "NO!" I scream in my beer soaked brain. "I WANT A REAL KISS!" I pull him down by his collar and firmly plant my lips on his. "Oh no!" He's gonna hate me now. I almost start crying. 

Not more than two minutes later, Pete's in the bed with me, his hands pulling off my shirt. Embolden I do the same. We start touching each other, him kissing me and me kissing back. I feel his hands going to my jeans and I.....pass smooth out.

When I wake up the next morning, my head is pounding. Dear lord! I try climbing over Peter to get out of his bed and fall. How I made it through practice I'll never know. I suddenly run out the door, leaving my band mates standing there. I hope this hangover goes away soon and this is all a dream. I am so embarrassed.