"Another night without getting anywhere" I think to myself as I fall asleep, or better I die, on a couch at Angie's place. The party was a success, the show was great and we spent the whole night trying to embarrass Angie whenever possible.
Cornell dragged her backstage to meet the band and taking pictures, Stone would stop everybody at the club saying something like "You remember Angie, don't you? She's not a jailbait anymore!", Jeff would change all the lyrics of the songs which were playing into Happy Birthday to you, lift her up all the time and give her birthday punches, Mike got her totally drunk at home and had her try her first keg stand. I've been desperately flirting with her all the time. No need to say who's had the worst results.
Half asleep, I suddenly feel something tickling my cheek. At first I wrinkle my nose and wince a bit on reflex, then let my hand wander on my face to find out what's wrong. And I meet another hand, small and warm, which squeezes mine.
"You're awake then, Jerry" says a well known but somewhat different voice.
"Yeah. I am, NOW" with eyes still closed I answer in a huff, more huff than I meant to.
"Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up..." I open my eyes and I see Angie a few inches from my face, her elbow on the armrest, her face resting on her hand, her head slightly tilted to the left. She smiles at me and she's stunning "It's just... you're so cute when you're asleep, Jerry, I couldn't help it"
Ok. She must be heavily drunk, she doesn't look like though.
"What?" I rub my eyes and take a better look around. I notice everybody else's gone, and I notice Angie's on her knees on the carpet by the couch and she's wearing a blue lace nightgown, which is too short both at the top and at the bottom. And transparent "Where's everybody?"
"Uhm... they're not here" Angie answers, always keeping that sweet, mellow voice.
"Yeah, I can see that, but where are they?"
"I don't know, at home I suppose"
"Did they leave?" I ask, and try not to look where my eyes keep looking at.
"Yeah... I sent them away!"
"Why?"
"Hum Jerry, what a bore! Why do you even give a fuck about them?" she asks me with a wink.
"Uhm no, I mean... just asking... I'm getting out too then" I try to stand but Angie puts her hands on my chest and shoves me back on the couch quite firmly.
"No, you're not! You stay here"
"Oh... well... ok..." I gulp.
"You don't want to?" she whispers in my ear.
"Y-yeah... sure"
"Aren't you comfortable?" I can clearly feel her lips softly brushing my earlobe.
"Oh no, I'm... I'm perfectly at ease!"
"Uhm... I don't know... My bed is cozier, don't you think?" she presses her body hard against mine.
"What?!"
"Wouldn't you like that? Come on, come sleep with me..."
"A-Angie you're drunk"
"My mind's never been so clear in my whole life, Jerry. I want you in my bed, now" she's all over me, she kisses me, runs her tongue across my lips and then slips inside, slides her hand under my t-shirt... I'm paralyzed, I can't believe what's happening and don't know what to do, I'm lying helpless in her arms. I find myself in her bed without realizing how I've come here, she's on top of me placing small kisses all over my face and smiling sweetly.
"Angie, what are you doing?" I ask still confused.
"Can't you see what I'm doing, Jerry? I thought you'd like it..." she says going down to my neck.
"I do... God, I do like it"
"Really?"
"Yeah... I do like YOU" I confirm and start caressing her legs.
"And... do you like this?" Angie slides her hand under my t-shirt again, but this time she uses her nails.
"Oh fuck... I love it" my hands slowly move from her thighs to her butt... no panties...
Holy shit.
"Uhm... and what about this?" she takes one of my hands and places it on her chest.
"Jesus Christ, Angie... you're driving me crazy..."
"Really?" she asks slightly lifting up from me but always keeping my hand tight on her breast.
"Yeah, really! You can't imagine how many times I've dreamt about this, Angie, I was beginning to lose hope" I confess, and try to slide my hand under the thin fabric.
"Have you been dreaming about this moment, Jerry?" she asks me and I feel a slight tightening of her thighs around my waist.
I nod.
"And do your dreams look like this?" she brings my hand to her mouth and starts biting my fingers.
"Yeah babe, I've been dreaming about you exactly like this..." I answer short of breath.
"This time also" she takes my middle finger in her mouth and starts sucking it.
"Yes, like this time, babe"
"No, I mean, you've been dreaming about it... and this time also, Jerry" Angie lets one shoulder strap fall down her arm and uses my hand to caress her nipple.
"What? What do you mean?"
"I mean this is a dream, Jerry, you're dreaming right now!" she explains laughing at me.
"Wha... but..."
"Oh Jerry, does this look like a realistic situation to you?" she asks pointing at herself and the bed.
"Uhm... why not?"
"Aw come on, sending everybody away just to have my way with you?"
"Well..."
"And acting sexy? Did you ever hear me talking with this sweet Lolita voice? Or making this porn star moves?" she asks leaning on me again and whispering in my ear.
"Ehm actually... no"
"Because these are your own work of fantasy"
"Yeah, I... I recognize my style"
"And most of all, do you really think I dress like this to go to bed?" she asks me touching her nightgown lightly and letting the other strap fall too.
"I wish... maybe..."
"Hehe Jerry, let's be honest, I probably sleep with band t-shirts or pajamas with bear or bunny print" she eventually throws away her nightie.
"And you'll be sexy all the same, but..." my hands move on that dream body.
"Ahahah sure!"
"... BUT maybe you wear something nicer on special occasions"
"Oh! So you think you're special!" Angie crosses her arms and checks me out from head to toe.
"No, but I wish I was... for you..."
"Oh god, Jerry, you're totally crazy for me!" Angie smiles and take my face in her hands, softly kissing me.
"Yeah, I can say I fell head over heels for you... So, is it really just a dream?" I ask and kiss her in return.
"Yes Jerry... I'm so sorry..." she brushes my hair gently.
"No worries, this is not bad at all, it's an interesting diversion while I wait for this to become true"
"I'm sorry Jerry... it's only a dream"
"Yeah, I got it, thank you"
"No, I mean, it's a dream and it will never be more than that, this is never gonna happen, Jerry" Angie explains as she works on my belt to unbuckle it.
"How can you say that?"
"Well, I guess I can say whether I wanna have sex with someone or not, don't you think?" she adds and by now I only have my underwear on.
"But... you don't know anything, you're not you, you're like... just..."
"A subconscious projection of your expectations of me busted by your libido?"
"That's uhm exactly what I was gonna say"
"It means that what I say is what you think or what you think or wish I'd say"
"Yeah... so this is like... deep inside I believe you don't want me and I wish you'd tell me, so I would give up and move on"
"Wow Jerry, I didn't know you were a psychologist!" she pulls off my boxers.
"And something's telling me I subconsciously want you to sexually abuse me"
"Subconsciously, uh?"
"But there's one thing I can't understand"
"What is it, my love?" she lies down beside me and pulls me over on top of her.
"Why am I still asleep? I usually wake up as soon as I realize I'm dreaming" I point out brushing her lips with my fingers.
"Because you're having fun, my love" Angie wraps her legs tightly around my waist, so that I can't move. I don't wanna go anywhere though.
"Fucking true"
I lose myself inside her, don't know for how long.
"By the way, if you still had any doubts... my birthday party was two weeks ago"
"What?"
"Do you remember?"
"No"
"Jerry?"
"Fuck"
"Jerry, can you hear me? Jerry?"
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Wait until the music's over
FanfictionWait until the music's over is a story of love, secrets, regrets, what-ifs and of course... music! The story begins in 1990, when Angie Pacifico, a young film student, and wannabe screenwriter, moves from Idaho to the Emerald City. She meets a young...