Not This Time

Jon: September 30, 1987

     I watched her bouncing on me. It was so hot watching my cock going in and out of her. Breathing heavy, I licked my lips as my eyes trailed up her naked body to her expression of pure pleasure. I could feel her tightening up around me as her breathing grew more ragged and she started repeating my name. I bit my lip and pushed a little harder into her, determined to make her cum. Her orgasm always got me off. She called out my name as her climax took over.
     "Oh, God, Nina!" I shouted, only seconds after her as I came.
     She leaned over me, holding onto the headboard and we stared at each other, catching our breaths. After a moment of just breathing, she pulled herself off of me and stood on all fours over me with a small smirk. I smiled up at her and she leaned down to kiss me gently, lovingly. My hands slipped down to rest on her waist, where they belonged. She pulled closer to me and just barely slipped the tip of her tongue between my lips, sending me reeling. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I recognized this. My heart was racing; I couldn't think clearly. And she tasted like rum and coke.
     She pulled away an inch or two and her eyes flicked up to meet mine. "Bye," she whispered before giving me one last peck and pulling away, taking my breath with her. Where was she going? Why did I know this? I didn't know what was happening, I was so caught up in that kiss.
     I reached up and touched my lips, as if to wipe away the memory. I found myself standing up, fully clothed, and looking around. Looking for Nina, presumably. There were a lot of people, but none of them would look at me. The crowd parted and I realized that I was standing just outside a doorway, staring at a 1976 Mercedes.
     The car was another one of those things that I recognized but could not place. I knew it, but I didn't. As I stared, trying to figure out where I'd seen this car before, the sound of a familiar song grew from the venue behind me. Curious, I glanced over my shoulder and into the dark doorway. What else was I supposed to do but go in?
     It was really dark inside, too. It didn't feel like emptiness dark, though. It felt like pre-show dark. My body was used to the anticipation in this kind of darkness; I could feel my heart pounding. Any minute, Nina would come up and hand me the set list that we'd finalized only three minutes before; the same one she'd just finished taping to the stage.
     I could hear one of my songs playing faintly. I knew which one, but I couldn't name it for some reason. It sounded a little different somehow, but that wasn't the reason. It sounded so foreign and so familiar at the same time.
     It was only when I saw the silhouettes of people seated at tables that I realized I wasn't at one of my shows. I was in the crowd at..at a bar, maybe. I looked around at the audience surrounding me. The music became more clear as the lights flared up and dimmed again in front of me. As I looked up, I recognized the bridge of the song, though the name still escaped me.
     Nina stood on the stage, holding onto a microphone on a stand. Her eyes were closed and she looked amazing. Her hair had been teased up a little, but it didn't fluff up like mine did. Her eyeliner was dark and looked smudged, almost like she'd been crying. I couldn't move. All I could do was stare, mesmerized.
     "I've got this time bomb ticking in my head," she sang gently. There was such emotion in her voice, unlike anything I'd ever tried to put into those words, "Sometimes I think it's gonna blow." She opened her eyes and it felt like I was suddenly the only other person there with her. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was singing only to me as she continued, "How can I say, 'Get away' when I just can't let ya go!"
     The lights flared up again and the music faded away as she held the note. I brought an arm up to shield my eyes from the movers as they washed over the audience. And then..
     I opened my eyes to the darkness. Something felt wrong. I couldn't tell if I was still in the dream or not. My heart was still pounding. Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the dark and I started to recognize my surroundings. Hotel room. Just like all the others I'd slept in all tour. This one was Nina's. I looked over and there she was, sound asleep next to me. The room still felt like night, but I could tell from the light leaking in under the curtains that the sun was up already.
     The alarm clock on Nina's side of the bed said 11:23. I was supposed to be with the band for a lunch interview right around noon. I bolted upright and just as I was about to jump out of bed, my eyes fell to my girlfriend and I forgot all about the interview. She was in my dream. I couldn't remember how though.
     I stared at her back for a moment, willing myself to find her role in it. All I could come up with, though, was my certain confusion. I couldn't remember what happened in the dream..just that it was strange and made no sense. I remembered the feeling.
     Nina shifted onto her back and when I saw the slightest smirk on her face, I remembered the feeling. My dick twitched a little at the one memory from my dream, the barely there image of her riding me. I bit my lip and tried to summon back more, but it slipped away, leaving me with a half-pitched tent. It just wasn't right.
     I gave her one last glance before turning away and gently getting out of bed. I didn't want to wake her any sooner than she needed to be up. Hell, I didn't even want to be up right now. I glanced down at my boxers with a sigh. At least it wasn't getting any worse. As I got my suitcase together and grabbed some clothes for the day, I did my best to lose the stiffness that persisted.
     The best attempt I could make was to conjure the memory of my family's Christmas card from the year Matty was born. The photo itself was the best one our family could manage at the time. Matty had been crying the entire time and was captured, mid-scream, in the arms of my very flustered mother who was doing her best to smile. Dad, of course, was the only one who actually looked photo-ready, though I still remembered how annoyed he had been that afternoon. Tony was giving a too-big grin, obviously only smiling to avoid Dad's wrath. I, on the other hand, wore only a very slight, very annoyed sneer.
     That image worked like a charm almost every time. All the tension was gone, just like that. I smirked to myself as I pulled on a pair of sweats. I wasn't really looking forward to this interview, but this was part of the job. Hopefully it would run short and The Bozz would let us hit the town for an hour or two before show.
     I pulled on my shirt and then a hoodie. As I pulled on my sneakers, Nina shifted in bed. I looked up at her, but she was still asleep. Grabbing my sunglasses, I propped them up on my head as I stepped over to her side of the bed.
     She was laying on her back with her hand up next to her head. She looked so serene. Hands in pockets, I looked down at my girlfriend. My hair fell around my face, held back for the most part by my sunglasses. As I stood there, watching her sleep, I forgot for a moment that we'd had any fights about anything over the last few months. She was so lovely and peaceful. I smiled a little. I really did love her, secrets and all.
     I pulled my hands out of my pockets and brushed some of Nina's hair back before leaning down and gently planting an affectionate kiss on her forehead. Nina sighed and shifted onto her side, away from me, and I took that as my cue to leave.
     I grabbed my suitcase and leaned my guitar case on the wall so that I could open the door. Setting my suitcase out in the hallway, I reached back into the room to grab my guitar and, with one last glance over at Nina, put the Do Not Disturb hanger on the door handle. Then I picked up my guitar and suitcase and walked away down the hall as the door to the hotel room, and my sleeping girlfriend inside, fell shut.