Our Dirty Kissable Lips Cindy:
Thanks to my friend Marina Kelly who helps me with the story and then spends hours fixing my poor spelling and grammar. Thanks Marina
The band didn't just bring me the greatest experience of my life it gave me my partner, my lover, my forever person and I hope we will live together for the rest of our lives.
I didn't start out wanting to be in a band, that thought never crossed my mind. I had an easy road into life, my folks were wealthy and I soon learned how to wrap my pop around my little finger meaning I got whatever I wanted. My mom was a harder nut to crack, she saw through my tears.
Still life was good growing up, I wanted for nothing, the word spoiled brat springs to mind but things changed when they got divorced and I went to live with mom. Not that life was hard she got a big fat cheque and a ton of alimony. It was hard because I loved pop, he was the strong solid rock upon which my life was built.
OK he did the wrong thing and cheated on mom which was pretty shitty but I was prepared to forgive him, why couldn't she? Instead she went on a mission to prove to him that she was still attractive and in the next couple of years had a ton of boyfriends, all younger good looking guys.
Pop was no better when he saw her dating and not trying to be discreate about it, he did the same and any thoughts of a reconciliation vanished in acrimonious shouting and screaming every time they got together.
Pop also reduced our time together as he tried to rebuild his business and find a girlfriend who wanted a teenage girl in her life. Fuck most of them were young enough to be my sister.
Living with mom was full of drama, her constant changing boyfriend status was impossible to keep up with and a couple of them tried it on with me.
I guess I rebelled, or just acted out but I talked my pop into buying me a drum kit. It was a purely impulsive decision. I had seen a couple of cute boys playing at school and I guess that influenced my decision. Mom freaked out when the van turned up with the kit. She freaked out even more when I started to bang away on them. Yes, it was loud and of course I was terrible, but I didn't care the more it annoyed my mom the more I liked it.
My noisy banging drove her to make a decision which was to get me some lessons. I hated the lessons, rudiments, rudiments, rudiments and of course more rudiments. Luckily for me my instructor saw some talent and started to move me into using the rudiments. He introduced me to music I had never listened to and suddenly my world was opened. New borders and my tastes stared to develop.
I loved playing the drums, all my frustrations and anxiety flowed through those sticks and after mom insulated the basement I played for hours. When all my friends were out dating and socializing I played.
In the end I think Mom was pleased to see the back of me, which was cool because I was glad to get out as well. I decided on Lawrence with its University for no reason other than it was far enough away from my folks that would get some respite from them and the parade of never ending new girlfriends and boyfriends..
They both helped me financially; they paid for my apartment and bought me a car. The arts degree I chose just because it seemed easy and I liked art turned out to be harder than I anticipated. Not that I cared, the only thing I cared about was playing drums. After several complaints from other tenants at the apartment complex I was left with nowhere to play.
My savior came in the form of a band, they had a rehearsal room and I was able to leave my kit set up and I could play whenever I wanted. The other guys in the band were not that good but at least I got to play and I learned how to play with other people which was an art in itself.
These guys were determined to become the best wedding band in town as they saw that as a sure income. I hated it, the songs they played were all old classic rock stuff. Freaking awful.
Still they were right in one regard, money, we actually got gigs and that taught me another valuable lesson, how to play powerfully but quietly, to use precision rather than force and to interpret the bass player and form a cohesive unit... my love the rhythm section.
There was another benefit to playing weddings, girls. OK that was something that developed after I arrived at varsity, I had never really been into boys, yeah, I kissed a few but they say you have to kiss a few toads before you find your princess.
All my confusion led to a little dysmorphia, I didn't think of myself as gay, but boys didn't do it for me, on the other hand girls seemed to get my pulse racing.
Weddings...my first kiss with a girl, we were setting up and I was kneeling down clicking my kick pedal on the bass drum when I saw the sexiest chick I have ever seen. She was one of the bridesmaids and she was seriously hot. It was funny I felt my hands go clammy and my armpits were suddenly sticky and damp. I felt my cheeks flushing, god I couldn't control my urge to run over and grab her...what the fuck was going on... as I stood up our eyes met and she smiled her bright eyes glistening as the other girls tugged her into a group for a photo.
Everywhere she went after that our eyes kept meeting and every time there was that coquettish smile, she flirted wordlessly with me, her eyes dragging me in.
The wedding was soon over and the crowd returned to the marquee for the reception. We played the requested songs and my new friend danced with plenty of guys but as she danced, she stared at me. Luckily, I wore my dark shades and I could play the cool uninterested rock chick.
It was during the break when I was at the bar getting a drink that I felt a hot sexy body wriggling against my back. When I turned it was Althea, as I turned to look back at her she whispered, "Hi, could you get me a wine please?"
I got her drink and as I slipped it into her hand our flesh grazed and she held my hand for a moment longer than necessary, "I was going out to get some fresh air, care to join me?"
I followed meekly until we were out in the coolish night air. There was a small crowd gathered smoking so we moved further away and she leaned back against a tree sipping her wine, "You play very well." She mumbled.
I tried to answer but my mouth was dry and unable to form words...we stood like that for minutes that felt like hours before she reached out and I felt her hand grip the back of my neck and pull me towards her...I lost my balance and had to step forward and suddenly our lips were touching, her sneaky cute little tongue running across mine slowly, delicately pushing into my parting lips and we were kissing our mouths open, a sexy juicy kiss that I will remember forever, it was sweet, sexy, delicious and oh so complete.
No longer able to support my own weight I leaned against her properly our breasts crushed together and her heartbeat pulsing throbbing against my own. Her arm slid further around my neck pulling me harder, her mouth insistent, inviting, her tongue hungry and avaricious.
As we separated, "God I needed that, you sexy flirt." She whispered as her wet succulent lips slid onto my neck and she sucked hard leaving a huge hicky. She giggled, "That's so everybody will know you're mine."
Damn I was happy to be hers, it was exactly what I wanted, for this moment to go on forever.
Then I heard my name being called, the guys in the band were looking for me. I turned before muttering, "Sorry I have to go."
With one last quick kiss I rushed off. The guys gave me a kick in the ass for taking so long. We started our second set and Althea danced with anybody she could, right at the front and her eyes never left mine as she ground against all her partners. It struck me as weird that all her dance partners were men. Even considering how close she was with the other bridesmaids she never once danced with them.