The guys had been nagging me for weeks about an upcoming gig that was "going to rock my world" or so they told me! It was a one off by a local heavy metal group that were a kind of mix between Linkin Park and some other band I can't remember. They were an up and coming band and were supposed to be "the real deal." I just laughed when the boys told me this, but agreed to tag along, as it was down in the basement of a local bar that we all frequented from time to time.
The bar was great; it had escaped the clutches of these same old same old bar's that were cropping up all over the place. You know the type, all clean and sterile, no smoking in them, giant flat screen plasma screens all showing three or four different football or baseball games at the same time. The usual beers behind the bar, light this, low that, all tasted generic to me when I was drinking.
Yes, I was a non-drinker and to be honest with you, it was not a conscious decision it just happened nearly a year ago. So the guys were putting in the fact that I had been dry so to speak for a year, they would help me to celebrate such a momentous occasion. I thanked the guys for being so kind and caring, and they just said "yes, having our own designated driver was awesome, Chris." I just playfully punched one of them in the arm, then there was a mass ruck and we were belting lumps out of one another, as is the way of the modern man.
I picked the guys up from Marks place and we drove the few miles down town to the bar. I found a space pretty close by so was happy with that. We all piled out of my car and started hitting each other, trying to give dead arms as we walked to the bar. Mark got a round of drinks in, and then we heard the sounds of another warm up band playing in the basement. I turned to say something to one of the guys and came face to face with you. You stood about 5'7" and had long hair that went half way down your back, you had a loose fitting black top, a short denim skirt on and base ball boots.
We looked at each other a moment, before you said "excuse me; I am off to see the band play."
I smiled and stepped aside. "Maybe we will bump in to each other in the dark confines of a dank, dimly lit basement." I said
A smile played across your lips, and then one of the guys said, "Yeah right Chris, in your wildest dreams boy, she is young enough to be your daughter" then slapped the back of my head.
I was just about to turn and hit him when you piped up "Mmm, always did have a thing for older men."
My mouth dropped open and the guys started whooping, hollering, and slapping my back, shouting, "she likes the older man Chris, and there aren't many older than you." I just glared at them and then smiled at you as I let you go on your way.
Ten minutes later and we were in the basement, being met by an assault on the eardrums from this band that was playing. I must be getting old I thought to myself, this music is total crap. I shook the thoughts from my mind and just started to get in to the whole mood of the gig. We stood near the back for about 20 minutes while the band finished their set, then I went up stairs and got another round of drinks for the boys and two bottles of water. As I returned to the basement and handed out the drinks, you accidently bumped in to me, spilling a little beer over my top. You went bright red and could not stop saying sorry. I just smiled and said it was no big deal, and then cracked the top of my water.
"Oh" you said, "I was just on my way to get a drink. Is there any chance I can have some of your water please?" you asked me. I just smiled and handed you the second unopened bottle I was carrying with me. You smiled at me and then gave me a small kiss on the cheek before turning back towards the stage and walking away from me. I watched you as your hips swayed and thought of that pleasures that denim skirt hid from my prying eyes. You must have sensed me looking at you, because you turned around and gave me a cheeky little wink, before moving to the side of the stage.
The boys were nudging me and telling me I was in there, if I liked the thought of fucking a girl young enough to be my own daughter. I just glared at the boys and said, "Fuck you, she is early twenties at best, and as I am 39 there is no way I could be her father."
The guys roared with laughter and said "Ooo, someone is touchy aren't they." I just glared at them, and moved away and to the side a little. Once the guys had drink inside them, they were a nightmare, they were like giant sweaty octopi, hands roaming everywhere with girls, thinking they were god's gift to the women of the world. I loved all the guys like they were my own flesh and blood, but once the beer started flowing it was game over. So I always tended to move away from them a little, as I just was not that way inclined myself.
The band came on stage and introduced themselves as if we should all know who they were by now, I just shook my head and took a sip from my water and then moved a little closer to the side of the stage. They had just finished their first song and I had made my way to the very side of the stage, just a little way from the speakers and the small barrier that was supposed to hold the adoring fans back. I chuckled to myself and shook my head. Next thing I know, I am standing right behind you. You had a similar idea to myself, getting as close to the front but off to the side a little as it was a lot darker there and a little less crowded.
The band was in full flow now, they were four songs in and I have to admit, they were pretty good. I was flicking my eyes from the band on stage to your back and then back again. I smiled and remembered my enthusiasm at a younger age for watching bands at this bar. All of a sudden, you were sent crashing back in to me and my hands instinctively went to your hips to steady you. I looked up and saw a few youngsters trying to dance around in a close quarter area. They had bumped in to you and sent you back in to me. You turned and looked up at me and mouthed, "I am so sorry" I smiled and shrugged it off.