The Vault

Measuring A Summer's Day - Jimmy's P.O.V (Chapter 26) (REQUESTED)

September 18, 1970

"So what's your name again, darling?" I could feel the alcohol running through my veins - I was decently inebriated and could barely string along two words without mashing them together in some incoherent mumble. Never the less, I didn't care. I wanted Sherrie, but she wasn't here and all the alcohol is making me randy. 

The blonde girl that sat in front of me, smiling sweetly with her legs crossed, seemed much too innocent to be at one of these little parties of ours… Innocent and very young, which tickled my fancy in more than one way. Oh god, she's so sweet - with medium length strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had a slender body, with a magnificent bum and a matching pair of tits. She wasn't my Sherrie, and certainly didn't have a body to match that of Sherrie's, but she would most certainly do for the evening… I wonder what her limits are? I wonder how far I could push her?

"Hmm?" She mumbled. She, too, is unbelievably drunk at the moment which didn't help much with the conversation, though both of us made our intentions quite clear, with those intentions being anything but conversation… Well, maybe if the conversation were to take place in bed… "Oh, my name… Uhm. My Name's Pamela, but you can call me Pam."

"Lovely…" I smiled, trying to lighten her up a little. She smiled and scooted a little closer to me on the sofa where we were seated. The room was crowded and stuffy, smelling of pot and alcohol. The entire hotel room was trashed, with one of the television sets missing, a broken window, and lines of cocaine spread across every surface possible. 

"Ohh, you think so?" Pam smiled sweetly, making me lick my lips with anticipation for the evening's events. "I think Jimmy's a very handsome name too…" She began to twist a curl of my hair around her finger, muttering softly. "A handsome name for a handsome man."

From deep within me, I felt a pang of guilt. Sherrie loves to play with my hair. I felt slightly angry that Pamela was doing just what Sherrie loves to do, as though she's trying to take her spot… Before Pamela and I both began drinking, we have a very in depth conversation about our significant other's. I told Pam all about Sherrie and how much I missed her, while Pamela explained to me that she met someone a couple of weeks before hand, at one of our shows, none the less. 

Suddenly, I felt Pam's soft lips press against my cheek, dragging back to the reality that I was inevitably placed in. Drunkenly, I knew I had a choice to make - drag Pam to the closest bedroom and ravish her until I'm sober again, or pick myself up off this couch and go back to my room and call my fiancée and tell her how much I love her. The latter sounds like such a better option… That was until Pamela's lips moved from my cheek down to my neck, nibbling softly. 

"Don't you think we should find somewhere a little… less crowded?" I grinned, placing two fingers under her chin and tilting her head up so she could properly look at me. She grinned and nodded as we both stood up and stumbled out of the room, arms around each other's waists and drunken fits of laughter coming from our lips. 

I'd heard the phone ringing, but I didn't want to properly wake up considering the blistering headache that was going to make itself known the moment I opened my eyes. I'd never quite mixed well with hangovers, so I've always done everything in my power to stay as far away from them as possible, though getting drunk off Jack Daniels was a daily routine for me when it came to Zeppelin's tours. 

I'd felt the weight of the bed shift as I burried my face further into the pillow, before hearing a woman's sweet voice pick up the telephone. She answered tiredly, mumbling a soft 'hello'.

I felt like I was floating, for a minute, between a state of dreaming and reality. I couldn't tell where I was or when I'd really wake- Someone shook my shoulder lightly, muttering to me. "Jimmy, baby, wake up."