Dustin ran back inside Ortlieb's to grab his guitar and told his stage manager he'd see him later on. The set was a jam session so he wouldn't be missed. There were several in the audience dying to take Dustin's position for that evening. He explained that he had a dire emergency that needed his immediate attention. He did not mention that what was at attention was his thick seven and a half inch penis that was already leaking pre cum. He adjusted his fly as he walked back outside to Bria. She was waiting in her car; smoking the last of a joint she had been smoking earlier in the day. She was such a pothead. Dustin tapped on the window and startled her.
"You gonna share some of that?" he asked jokingly.
Startled, she rolled down the window and managed to drop the roach on the floor.
"Oh my god Dustin, you're going to give me a heart attack. But I have some more at the house.
"So am I just gonna follow you?"
"Yeah."
"Okay baby doll let's go. I'm down the street. I'll pull up. Don't leave me!"
He kissed her on the cheek and ran to his car with his guitar in tow. She couldn't believe she was actually having him over. He was, after all a stranger. She only knew him through the many phone conversations and Internet exchanges. She wondered if this was erratic behavior. She rationalized that it couldn't be because slutty women bring unknown men home from bars constantly, and she never even did that. She knew her Dustin. She hoped She did anyhow.
Dustin pulled up in a pick up truck. The tires looked muddy, and it looked like it needed a major washing. He honked the horn for Bria, and she pulled out of her parking space and led him to her home. Her head was swirling with lust and excitement. She looked out her rear view mirror to make sure that Dustin was still behind her. The moon was full on the cold December evening. Its light reflected on the Schuykill River as Bria led her soon-to-be lover along the drive to her home. She lived in a beautiful three-story twin home left by her mother who had long ago moved to Southern California. She lived there with her two roommates: Cat, her 11-year-old white cat. and Poochie, her 6-year-old shitzu. It was nice to have company she thought as she pulled up to her house.
They both found parking spaces, and Bria walked up the stairs. Dustin joined her and they walked up several steps.
"You live here in this big house all by yourself?" he asked.
"Yeah", she replied. "I have a cat and a dog though. They are sleeping upstairs."
"Need a human roommate?" He looked at her with that sheepish sly grin.
"You silly boy".
Once past the vestibule, Dustin could finally see the sway in her shapely hips. She wore knee-hi boots and a tight black skirt that undoubtedly had some kind of stretchy material in it for ease of movement. Her bottom was wide and plump. Although he became fixated on that roundness as she took their jackets to the closet, he couldn't help but notice the beautiful surroundings of her home. There was art everywhere. Wooden African statues and masks. Wall paintings and pottery. He was duly impressed with this woman he had come to know over the last four months. To his delight, up against a wall under track lights was a Wurlitzer piano.
"You never told me you play." he said.
"Oh yeah," she replied from the kitchen as she poured water for herself. "I only ever really learned heart and soul. Do you want anything to drink?"
"I'll take a beer if you have any."