There she was, on stage with her band. They all stood around her, marveling at her breathtaking bass solo. We were stood in a cheap, dark pub in England, the band trying to expand their fame, but to no success. I stared up at her from the small crowd, watching her eyes sparkle like stars on a summers night. She made eye contact with me, and blushed, a rush of red highlighting her pale cheeks. She looked away quickly, not allowing the rest of the band to follow her line of sight in fear of revelling our forbidden relationship.
She pushed through the thinning crowd, forcing jer way over to me. She grabbed my hand like a vice and dragged me towards the door, guitar bag swinging on her shoulder. We ran through the pouring rain to her apartment, fingers entwined, joining our souls. We slowed only as we entered her street, away from the prying eyes of the other band members, and most importantly my brother.
You see, my brother, Thomas, was the guitarist of Vic's band, and did not want us dating as he was slightly protective. However, I went to almost every show to watch her, telling him that I was there to support his career. He believed that me and Vic dating could break up the band and ruin all of the friendships that had begun to blossom. I wasn't going the let that happen.
She lent her bass against the wall, turning to face me. She looked through her long lashes at me, her blue eyes highlighted by the dark eyeliner painted delicately across her waterline. Her perfect lips formed a slight smirk, and her faced flushed red once again. She walked away, further into the room, and through a door, me following her slowly. I closed the door behind me as I entered her bedroom.
Within what felt like seconds, I was pressed up against her bedroom door, her lips crashing on to mine. One of her hands pressed my hip to the door, the other hooked into my hair. My hands roamed up her shirt slowly, unhooking her bra and earning me a low moan. She pulled me towards her, trying desperately to get closer. We tumbled onto the bed, lips still locked and her hand still in my hair. Her hands moved towards the zip on the back of my dress, undoing it and quickly pulling it off, leaving me in just my underwear. I unzipped her shorts, getting excited when I realised that she had nothing underneath- she had known that tonight was the night, and she was ready. I took off my bra, throwing it aside with the rest of our clothes. She planted kisses along my body, starting at my lips, going between my breasts and down my leg.
She worked her way up my thigh, nicking the inside if my leg every now and then with her teeth. She made her way into my folds, slowly locking my clit. She moved her head away, only to replace her tounge with a finger as she kissed my lips once again. I grabbed her tightly, pulling myself closer and lifting myself of the bed as she worked her magic. Slowly she lowered me back down, noticing that I had begun to shake. She removed her fingers from my core, pressing down on the knot in my stomach, knowing that was just what I needed to finish. I moaned loudly, resulting in a gasp from Vic.
She placed her hand over my mouth, stiffling another moan. I heard the front door open, and a familiar voice calling her name. Shit. It was Thomas, who we had both forgotten was meant to be staying with Vic whilst the band was in England. His footsteps came closer, and he swung open the door without knocking, to find Vic on top of me, both of us naked and shaking with adrenaline and lust.
"What the fuck??!" Was all we heard before we heard the door open again, Damino and Ethan walking through. Thomas slammed the door, leaving us alone again. "Cazzo" muttered Victoria. She only spoke Italian when she knew we were in a lot of trouble.
"HEY VIC " slurred a very drunk voice as Damino and Ethan stumbled through the door. "Oh" I whimpered, seeing their eyes widen ad they saw the scene before them "crap".
We sat at the table, dressed in last night's clothes, the bruises left by Vic clearly visible through rhe mesh- like material of my dress, as the three boys stared at us. "Vic" started tom, "I may have expected this from you, but El? Never am i going to get that picture out if my head" The other two boys laughed, obviously making fun of toms discomfort. "Don't tell .um and dad" I whispered, voice hoarse from the events of the last night.
There she was, on stage with the band. They all stood around her, marveling at her breathtaking bass solo. We were stood in a cheap, dark pub in England, the band trying to expand their fame, and now succeeding. I stated up at her from the crowd, watching her eyes sparkle like stars on a summers night. She made eye contact with me, and blushed, a rush of red highlighting her pale cheeks. She allowed her gaze to linger, allowing the rest of the band to follow her line of sight, resulting in an eye roll from my little brother. Our relationship was no longer forbidden, and as I stared into her eyes I realised that although the bar was dark, cheap and damp, there was no place that I would rather be as long as she was there.
