Chapter 6
The phone rang early, it had been a few days and she was sure her lover was dying to know if she was in fact going to meet him. She pulled the covers over her head and sighed dramatically. "What am I going to do?"
Her body was already at attention, her nipples hard, her sex throbbing she wanted him so badly it hurt. But she couldn't answer the phone. How could she possibly meet him? She already knew too well the pain her illness caused could she really do that to him? If she agreed to meet him her reality would invade their fantasy... that movie played over and over. How could she explain that youth and beauty had passed? He was health, vitality and raw sex all the things she was not. To him the prospect of death was just some far off, barely acknowledged hypothetical. A debt to be paid off in a future he couldn't imagine. Other than her husband only the doctors and nurses knew what had been left behind on her body after the disease retreated.
Before she had gotten sick she had had plenty of opportunities to have affairs. Her husband worked long hours, often out of town and he'd prefer to spend is off time hanging with the boys. She had her own busy life: a full time career in theatre that began when she was just 7. As her career progressed she did everything from ballet to opera to her favorite pastime of singing with a big band. She'd been born too late to be part of the days when swing was just being born but her dream was to sing with the legends like Benny Goodman, The Dorsey Brothers, Count Basie, and Duke Ellington. Oh, to be Ella Fitzgerald or Billie Holiday.
Her days were filled with rehearsals and her nights performances. There was something about being on stage that always brought her nipples to a peak, even as a young girl she craved the attention and lived for the high of performing and the applause would make her insides quiver. And when they would come back stage to meet her, the men would have that hungry look and the women would twitter about all leading to pure sexual energy. No matter where she performed there was always a few men sparring for her attention and on occasion even a few women. It thrilled her that they wanted her, she wanted them to want her and in that wanting she found out exactly how sexual and orgasmic she was. There was one time in those years that she almost gave in to her desires. The circumstances were just right leading to the perfect night... all after a huge fight with her husband.
She was at "The Old Piano Bar" on that Thursday night, a small smoky place that reminded her of the old juke joints down south. The pianist, Kevin had been a regular feature there for years and on this one occasion she found herself there with a few girl friends. Kevin played the kind of music she liked... the old standards... and she spent many nights there humming along as he tickled the ivories and tickled her musical heart. The man was a walking jukebox you name the song and he could play it. This particular night she and the girls were several drinks in when Kevin came by the table during his break.
"How are you lovely ladies doing this evening?" he asked. He looked sharp in that nice black suit, white shirt and the most beautiful purple tie.
"We're doing great, Kevin, but you could make it better!" Bella flirted mercilessly. He blushed and laughed politely and asked what he could do to "make it better".
"Let her sing." Bella pointed at her, her jaw dropped as she shook her head. Kevin looked at her his brows raised in surprise.
"I didn't realize you sing." Their eyes met and there was an instant connection. She stumbled over her words acknowledging that she did in fact sing but didn't wish to do so now.
