We Didn't Agree To This

I'm Carol

Stevie was trying to open a bottle of wine, but it proved to be extremely difficult, when Don's hands were seemingly everywhere at once. He swiftly spun her around and hoisted her up on the kitchen counter. 

"Don!" She giggled, playfully hitting his chest. "We have all the time in the world, baby. I'm sure you can wait until I open my wine."

"No, not really. You know that I'm going back on the road with the band and it continues overseas, Stevie. Overseas! We won't be seeing each other in a while, babe. I need enough of memories of you, before I leave." He smirked, lifting her skirt up, his hands sliding further up her hips, as he then stopped, realizing she was wearing nothing besides that skirt. "Oh, you minx."   

"Can we at least not do this here?" 

"Why not? We're alone in here anyway." Shrugging his shoulders, he began easing the straps of her blouse down her shoulders. 

Stevie loved all the attention from Don, of course she did, being in a relationship with him. What she didn't appreciate though was that she couldn't say no. Well, she could, but he didn't really listen. On the other hand, he was leaving and they weren't going to see each other for over a month...

"Don, come on, help me get down. We can go up to my room." Stevie asked, but he held her firmly in place. 

"Um, hi there." Lindsey said, passing the kitchen,  coming back from wherever he was. 

"Lindsey, hey!" Stevie saw this as a pretty good opportunity. 

"I'll just leave you two to it." He gave a half smile, but Stevie insisted on stopping him from leaving her with Don. 

"Where you've been? You left so early in the morning." She jumped off the counter herself, fixing her close, hearing Don sigh behind her. 

"Oh, you know..." Lindsey shrugged, taking a seat at the table. "Working at the studio, that's all. Wrote a song, too. Maybe."

"I'd love to hear it!"

Laughing nervously, Lindsey wasn't really sure what was going on. He and Stevie had been living together for over a week and she hadn't been that interested in him at all. "Sure, maybe later? I was just going to go and shower quickly. I, uh... I have someone coming over."

"Oh? Who is she?" 

While Stevie was pretending to be listening intently, Don was trying to catch her attention, showcasing his annoyance. When none of that worked, he pushed himself forward away from the kitchen counter, coming up behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"I guess, I'll be going then."

"What? Why?"

"Well, you seem pretty occupied, so..."

"Not at all, Don. I'm sorry, I just got caught up." She smiled, looking up at him. "Stay, okay? Lindsey's got a girl coming over, we could all sit down, have a glass together and get to know each other?"

"Fine." Don agreed, but mostly because he didn't want Stevie to be getting to know Lindsey better only by herself. 

About two hours later, the doorbell rang and because Lindsey was upstairs, Stevie said, she'd get it. Opening the door, she guessed this was that Lindsey's someone and she wanted to get a good look at her. Why, that she did not know. Maybe she wanted to know who she was dealing with, because it wasn't a secret that Don liked women and she didn't want his eyes wandering.

"Well, hello." Stevie smiled, half sincerely. "Come on in!"

"Hi." The other woman smiled shyly. She seemed younger, Stevie thought, Lindsey mentioned her as a girl and it fit her. "I'm Carol."