That was three months ago, tonight.We'd arrived at the club at 8:00PM. We were with two other couples and an eligible girlfriend. All of the women wer... Jill's friends from the office. We'd settled in and the conversation was animated and loud: the men talking to each other, the women among themselves—little but polite attention was paid to me. Arriving, Jill and I'd danced, once slow once fast. Then, the hunt was on—as usual. Men started arriving at our table asking Jill to dance. She turned. Not once did he mention to me my career. Did he even realize who I was? I couldn’t really be sure. Despite that, I decided to invite him to the sound check for the upcoming show a few blocks away, and he gladly agreed. We talked, weaving our way through crowds of people, sometimes getting separated by the mobs. For some reason, whenever I lost sight of Tyler, if only for a second or two, I would feel the grayness of the world press upon me, sending me into brief depression, only to be woken. She pushed off him and sat upright. “You need to shower, and so do I.”Peter nodded again and wandered into the bathroom. He almost invited Lauren along, but doubted anything would happen even if she did. He was decidedly fucked out for the moment.When he stepped back out of the shower ten minutes later, her dried himself roughly and wrapped a towel around his waist. Peter wandered back to the bedroom to dress himself, and found Lauren in an old terry cloth robe, going through her drawers and. If they weren't, it was just a matter of seconds, and then it happened. His fingers slid up my thigh, his motions caused my lips to rub under neath my matted mess. It was so slow, but my orgasm was building. It was matching his rhythm, and I realized that I was slowly gyrating my hips. He kept sliding his hands up closer until one of his passes brushed against my lips. I emitted a slight squeak, and then his other hand repeated what the first just did. Slid all the way up, from knee to.