CLUB TO CAMP

[Rated-PG; Dan doesn't have a wife in this story.]

Wow, this place looks really happenin’, I thought to myself as I walked into the House Of Blues. I ordered myself a drink and took a seat at an empty table. It wasn’t too crowded yet, so I had no trouble finding the table. The band had been playing since I came in, so I missed the introductions. It was a new band and I’d never seen them before, but they sounded great. I sat back, sipped my drink and enjoyed the music.

After a few songs, the lead singer stepped aside to make room for a man in a nicely tailored black suit with a black hat and shades. I was too busy watching the people dancing to notice this guy approaching the microphone, but then I heard someone say, “Elwood Blues!” before he started jamming with the band.

I sat straight up in my chair to try and get a better view through the crowd of people dancing, and finally I just got up and started dancing. I figured I could work my way towards the stage and get a better glimpse of the guy I’ve admired for many years. I couldn’t believe I was actually dancing to a song that Dan--uh, Elwood was playing the harmonica to.

I grooved my way into the dancing circle and managed to work my way near the stage. I don’t consider myself to be the best dancer, so I tried not to attract to much attention to myself. After that song, the band played another and Elwood did the backup vocals. Once that song was done, he left the stage. I danced through the next song and then made my way back to my seat.

Not long after that, I got up to use the restroom and to get another drink. On my way back to my seat, I was off in my own little world, listening to the music and doing a bit of daydreaming. That is until someone broke my concentration.

“Hi,” came a voice from right in front of me. I jumped back a bit because I hadn’t expected anyone to come out of nowhere and address me. Then I saw who it was. Elwood, still in his black suit and hat, but his shades were now replaced by regular, glasses a la Dan.

“Hi!” I said, cheerfully. “Are you Elwood, or Dan?” I suddenly felt foolish, but he was pretty much in the middle of a transformation and I wanted to know who I was talking to.

“Well,” he started, “I was Elwood a few minutes ago, but I’m just plain ol’ Dan now.” He extends his hand, “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Oh, I’m Lisa!” I said, as I shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Lisa.” He smiled in a rather shy way and gave my hand a firm squeeze before letting go.

I glanced over his shoulder in time to see a few people grab my table. He noticed I was looking past him and turned to see what had my interest.

“Looks like you lost your table,” he said, in a somewhat guilty voice.

“It’s OK, I don’t mind standing.” Although I did feel like I was sticking out now. I’d have to find a new spot to settle into.

“I’ve got a private table over there,” he said, pointing to the side of the room. “I’d love for you to join me, if you don’t mind, that is.”

“Sure, if I’m not imposing,” I said, as if I’d say no.

“Great, come with me so I can get a drink and then we can go sit down and get to know each other a little more.” He put his hand on my lower back and guided me to the bar where he ordered a drink and then proceeded to lead me over to his table.

Before we sat down, he asked, “Would you like to dance before we sit?”

“I’m not much of a dancer,” I said, slightly embarrassed.

“Neither am I, but we can make the best of it and have some fun,” he said, taking my drink and sitting it on the table with his.

We mixed in with the dance crowd and the band struck up a tune with a great beat, perfect for dancing. At first, I felt a little reluctant, but then I got into the it and we were having a lot of fun. I’ve always adored the way he danced, and witnessing it up close was enough to take my breath away. My thoughts were on nothing but this gorgeous man dancing a couple feet from me. Nothing else in the room was in my view, and my head was filled with the music from the stage.

I was expecting some really weird dance moves from him, but he was dancing in a normal manner, and I was a little relieved. I love his Elwood moves, but I know I wouldn’t be able to keep up with him if he started. He musta read my mind and decided to go against my thoughts because when the band hit a certain part of the song and it started getting funky, he broke into some crazy moves. I stood back and let him do his thing, and then he motioned for me to come closer and join him.

“I can’t do that,” I said, taking another step back.

“Sure you can,” he assured me, and took my hands and pulled me out into the little space he had on the dance floor. “Just do this,” he instructed.

So I gave in and started doing the same moves and was glad to get his approving smile and an energetic, “Yeah! That’s it!”

I noticed people started moving away from us to give us some room and I felt pretty awkward, but the more I watched him dance and coax me into his moves, the more I enjoyed it. I musta been doing it right cos nobody was laughing at me. Some people even started doing the same moves. The next song was a bit more calm so we went back to regular dancing, like before. Everyone got back into their own style and we were no longer the centre of attention.

I went back to concentrating on the way Dan moved in front of me. While my thoughts were flowing through my head like fluffy clouds, Dan moved in closer to me and started dancing almost up against me. My temperature must have gone up ten degrees at that moment. But for some reason, instead of feeling weak in the knees, I put a little extra oomph into my dance.

“I like the way you dance,” he said.

“Thanks. I like the way you dance, too” I smiled back at him.

He put his hands on my waist as we danced and I put my hand son his chest and slid them up to his shoulders. We couldn’t have been too much closer and still been able to dance the right dance to the beat of the song.

After that song, we were slightly tired out, and we made our way back to the table. A couple people gave me a thumb’s up on my dancing moves, as I walked past. I replied with a shy smile. So much for going without any attention on myself, I thought.

As the night went on, Dan and I got to know each other quite a bit over a few drinks. We talked about supernatural things, cars, nature and many other things we both shared an interest in. We didn’t dance any more that night, but we had a lot of fun just sitting and talking. Sometimes he had to go chat with some other people, but he usually took me along with him to meet his friends, or I’d go order a couple more drinks for us while he was chatting.

When the show wrapped up and it was about closing time, he asked where I parked my car. I told him I don’t drive, and that I took a bus and was relying on a cab tog et me back to my apartment. It was only about five miles away. I’d only just moved there, and was sure this would be my new hang out.

He insisted that I get a ride with him, and after much persuasion on his part, I agreed. He had to take care of some stuff and then we’d be on our way. What I didn’t know was that he had, not a car parked outside, but a motorcycle.

“I’ve never been on one before,” I said, a little nervous.

“Nothing to worry about,” he said, as he handed me a helmet to wear. He got on and I followed. “Just hold on tight to my waist and when we go into a turn, lean into it and squeeze your knees together.”

That whole explanation coulda caused me to faint right then and there, but I managed to get out a small, “OK.”

He started the engine and the vibration started at my butt and ran all up and down my body. No wonder he likes these things so much, I thought. It took longer than usual to get to my apartment and once he walked me to my door, he confessed, “I hope you don’t mind, I took the long way here.” He gave me a sly grin, “I thought maybe you wanted to get the feel of riding on a Harley, so I gave you some extra time to get acquainted with it.”

“Mm, hm,” I smiled, with an I’m-onto-you look in my eye. “I appreciate it.”

“I had a really nice time tonight. Hopefully I’ll see you again sometime soon?” he inquired.

“I’d love that.” More than he knew, I’m sure.

“OK, how about this weekend?” He looked like a little boy asked for some candy. His hair messed up from his helmet. I just wanted to reach out and mess it up even more. Wait, did he just ask me out for the weekend?

“Huh?” I said, coming out of my little daydream.

“Well, if you don’t think I’m being too forward,” he went on, telling me about the farmhouse he owned where he’d seen some strange paranormal things and he thought since I was interested in that sort of thing too, he figured I’d enjoy going there with him.

I agreed and he said he’d pick me up Friday night and we’d spend the weekend there and return on Monday morning. He told me to pack some warm clothes and a pair of boots since we’d be out by the lake and it might be a little muddy.

Three days later, we were at the farmhouse. Everything seemed normal, but there was a weird feeling inside, like I knew something wasn’t completely normal there. I had never encountered anything like he had, and I was anxious to experience whatever happened. Saturday was a rainy, so we stayed inside by the fire, talked, played a few board games and listened to records all day. On Sunday, things started to happen. Not what I had been expecting, but something I certainly welcomed.

Sunday morning, the ground was damp from the rain, but the sun came out and dried it nicely. We took a walk to get some fresh air, had a picnic and fed the ducks by the lake. It was a perfect day. We did some more talking. He told me about his experiences with the house, and we discussed out favourite movies, songs and the like. During the afternoon, Dan took me for a ride in his vintage car he had stored in the garage. He put the top down and we sped along the deserted back roads jammin’ to some loud tunes on the radio. It was a blast!

By evening, he announced that we’d be sleeping in the nearby woods. I hadn’t been camping in years, and I wasn’t much into it, but he assured me it would be a lot of fun. My mind wasn’t very convinced at that point. If I saw a ghost or something strange in the house, that’s one thing, but if I saw it in the woods, at night, in the dark....

He wouldn’t take no for an answer, and I ended up sitting on a log in the woods, with no more light than that of the full moon and the small fire he’d put together to keep us warm. At least he set up a small tent and had supplied two cozy sleeping bags.

“I’ll sleep out here under the stars, and you can have the tent,” he said, being a gentleman.

“Aw, I can’t let you lay out here in the chilly air while I hog the tent all to myself. We’re both adults, we can share the tent.” I secretly hoped he’d share my sleeping bag, but I tried not to let my daydreams interfere again.

“Are you sure?” he asked, cautiously. “I mean, I don’t mind sleepin’ out here and givin’ you your privacy. I don’t wanna intrude on your space or nothin’.”

“To be honest, I’d feel a lot safer if you were in the tent with me. It’s kinda scary out here.” He was putting some twigs on the fire and stopped to look up at me. I guess he could tell I was a little unnerved about being out there.

He tossed some brush onto the fire and walked over and sat next to me on the log. “There’s nothing to be scared of. I’ve never had any bad experiences out here.”

“I guess I’m just not used to it,” I said, just before my mind started drifting again.

He was wearing black jeans, a black sweatshirt with a Harley on the front and a jacket with the House Of Blues emblem on the front. The glow from the moon combined with that of the fire hit him in just the right spots. When he tilted his head just the right way, I could see the reflection of the fire in his glasses, making it look like he had tiny flames in his eyes.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. He was sitting closer to me now.

“Huh? What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“Well, I said I’d protect you, and you just kept staring at me and didn’t say anything. Am I sitting too close or--?” He looked hut, or disappointed.

“Oh! No, I’m sorry! My mind was elsewhere for a minute there. The closer you, the safer I feel, actually.” Mental note: Stop daydreaming so much!

He scooted towards me a little more until he was just barely up against me. He put his arm around me and rubbed my arm to warm me up. I hadn’t noticed I was slightly chilled from the cool air coming from the nearby lake.

“So, where was it?” he asked.

“Where was what?” I questioned.

“Your mind. You said it was elsewhere. I just wondered where it was.” Who woulda thought he’d ask.

“Oh, it was just, I mean, nowhere, I was just--” As I fumbled over an excuse, he ran his hand through his hair and just about drove me wild. My eyes lit up at the sight of that vision and I blurted out, “Thinking how good you looked.”

“Really?” he said in a coy voice, raising an eyebrow and grinning.

“Damn!” I exclaimed, letting him know that I was aware I let a confession slip out. Well, I blew my cover so I might as well just let it all out. I looked him in the eyes and saw that I had his full attention. He must’ve expected some sort of explanation or excuse or something.

“OK, here’s the thing. I’ve had a little crush on you for years. I thought you were great before I knew you and I think you’re fantastic now. I know we’re just friends, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have stronger feelings for you, and I do. And I know this is just a casual weekend and you’re so busy with your own life and we’ll probably not even see each other much in the future, but I’m really enjoying myself and I can’t go on hiding my feelings for you. So now you know, and you can laugh or walk away or whatever, but that’s how I feel and I can’t change that.” Phew. I waited for him to scoot away or say I had to leave, or listen to him say he has no romantic feelings towards me at all.

“Why would I want you to change your feelings towards me?” he asked, surprising me in the process. “I was hoping I’d kinda grow on you and we’d become more than friends. But I didn’t wanna rush you into anything, since we just met.” He scooted another hair towards me and gave me a hug with the arm he still had around me.

I looked into his eyes once again, this time with less anxiety, and he gave me a sincere smile before leaning in to kiss me gently on my lips. I turned my body towards him and slid my arms into his jacket and around his back. After a few seconds of our lips resting upon each other, we pulled away.

“Glad that’s out of the way,” he said, then realizing how it sounded. “The confession, I mean. Not the kiss. The kiss, I could do many more times.”

I giggled and then leaned in for another kiss. I ran my hands under the inside of his jacket and around to his back. He parted his lips and let his tongue lightly lick my lips, asking for permission to explore my mouth. Before long, our tongues were dancing together, tasting each other’s sweetness.

The heat from our bodies was enough to fight the chilly air, and we no longer needed a fire for that purpose, but it still provided us with some light in the dark night.

“Wanna crawl into the tent?” he asked, between kisses.

“Couldn’t think of a better idea,” I smiled. We got up and he grabbed his sleeping bag and tossed it into the tent next to mine.

“Stay right there,” he said, climbing into the tent and closing the flap behind him. I heard a lot of zipping sounds which were soon concealed by the screech of an owl.

“Aah!” I yelled. “Hurry up in there!”

He poked his head out, “It was only an owl. But you better come inside now, so I can protect you.” He wiggled his eyebrows. He coulda had two horns poking out of his head and I still woulda jumped into that tent to get away from the open woods.

When I got inside, he had a small lantern lit and I saw that he’d zipped our sleeping bags together. All that daydreaming is starting to pay off and come true, I thought.

“Get out of your clothes,” he said, as he started taking off his jacket.

“My, you sure move fast, don’t you?” I joked.

He laughed and explained, “You’ll get hot in that sleeping bag if you leave all your clothes on. I’m just trying to make sure you’re comfortable.” Another sly grin formed on his lips.

“Oh, well if that’s all you’re trying to do,” I said, taking my own jacket off and tossing it to the side where there was just enough room for our clothes, the lantern, and a few odds and ends of camping. “I feel a little awkward with the light on,” I admitted. “You get undressed, then turn out the light, and then I’ll get undressed.” This time it was my turn to grin.

He caught onto my plan right away. “I don’t know. That doesn’t sound very fair to me. How about if I turn the light down half way for you, so I can barely see anything?”

“That’ll work, I guess.” I watched as he got undressed, down to just his black satin boxer shorts. “Not bad,” I teased. In order to reach the lamp now, he had to lean over me. I was sitting up on the sleeping bag and he reached over and his body was pressed against mine. With one hand on the lantern switch, he looked into my eyes, smiled and kissed me as he turned down the light. My hands made their way up to his soft chest and I ran my fingers through the silky hair that covered him. He had an arm on each side of me, propping himself up above my upper half.

“Your turn,” he said, inches from my face.

“How can I get undressed when your right on top of me?” I asked.

“I guess you can’t. So I better do it for you.” I let out a gasp as I felt him reach down and tug rather forcefully on the front of my pants. His eyes didn’t leave mine and he squinted a little and lightly bit his bottom lip as he yanked my pants open. Before he removed them, he fixed his eyes on the front of my button shirt and started slowly unbuttoning each button. I think he was purposely taking his time to frustrate me.

Once my shirt fell open, he placed his hands on my breasts and then slipped his hands up under my shirt. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, slipped my shirt off my shoulders, followed by my bra, and tossed them into the pile of jackets on the side of us. He gently pushed my shoulders down so I was laying with my back fully on the sleeping bag.

He gave me a small kiss before nuzzling his face into the side of my head, in my hair, where he nibbled my ear, and planted small kissed down my neck, chest and finally my breasts. His warm hands caressed my nipples until they perked at attention, and he sucked on each one, giving each of them equal attention. He ran his hands up and down my stomach and sides. By now, he was laying on his side, and while he kissed me passionately, he reached down and grabbed my pants. He broke off the kiss, “Be right back,” and disappeared down by my feet to remove my shoes and socks, then up to my waste to remove my pants, followed by my panties.

The light was just enough to see his dim outline gathering up my clothes and tossing them to the side, before he emerged again, into the light of the lantern by my head. Another sweet kiss as he lay down against my side. I could feel every part of him pressed to my body. He went to take his glasses off, but I insisted he leave them on.

“They make you look more sexy,” I said, with a smile. “And besides, we wouldn’t wanna accidentally roll over on them or anything.”

“I like how you’re always thinking the best for me,” he mocked.

While he propped his head up with his hand and traced his finger along my body with his other hand, mine reached up and I ran my fingers through his soft hair. He slid one of his fingers up to my lips and I flicked his fingertip with my tongue. I opened my mouth and I nipped at his finger before he put it in my mouth and let me suck it seductively.

I could hear his breathing getting louder and mine was doing the same. “Maybe we’d better get into the sleeping bag,” I suggested, once he‘d removed his finger from my mouth.

“Nah, we’d smother in there,” he said, sucking and nipping at the bottom of my chin.

“Yeah, but--” I started to say before he rolled onto me and pinned me down.

“Go ahead then,” he said, knowing full well that I couldn’t as long as he was on top of me. That sly grin making yet another appearance on his lips.

“You sure know how to get your way,” I laughed as I playfully tried to roll him off of me. It was no use. “So....now that you’ve got me where you want me, what do you plan on doing?”

“Well, I thought I’d start by dragging you naked out into the cold air, tying your hands to a tree, running my tongue up your body, starting at your toes and working up to your mouth. Maybe make a few pit stops along the way up.” He pauses for a second. “Sound good to you?”

“Uh huh! let’s go!” I said, trying to sit up, but to no avail.

“Not so fast. You’re just agreeing so I let you go. I know you’ll make a run for it once I let you up.” He shook his head in mock disappointment.

“You’re right. Nothing I like better than running naked through dark and spooky woods in the chilly night air.” We both start laughing and he brushes the hair back from my face.

“Let me make love to you,” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded my head and he adjusted himself and entered me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight as we found our synchronized rhythm. His soft moans in my ear drove me wild and it wasn’t long before I reached ecstasy, which lead him to his. He rolled back over onto his side to give me some room, and I turned on my side to face him. I brushed the side of his face with my hand and smoothed back his hair. He looked so incredible in the dim light. He leaned in and kissed me, and told me how wonderful he felt these passed few days since we‘d met. He insisted that I continue to go to the House Of Blues to see him when he’s there, and he’ll make sure I have access to his table, so I’ll always have a place to sit. I agreed, and moments later, we climbed into our sleeping bag and fell fast asleep.

When we arrived back at my apartment, I told him it was a shame we hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary at the house. He told me there was always next time. I was pleased that he really wanted to stay in touch with me. He even insisted that we exchange numbers so we could talk to each other everyday when we’re in separate states.

He walked me up to my doorstep and said he’d invite me to lunch, but he was a mess. I managed to fit in a shower before we left his house, but he was too busy packing everything away and making sure everything was secure, so he didn’t get a chance to do anything but wash up a bit before we had to hit the road and beat the traffic. I suggested that he come in and use my shower, and he was more than pleased. We both decided that it’d be best if I took another, just in case, so we shared a nice long hot shower together before heading out to lunch.

In the three months that we’ve been dating, we’ve never gone a single day without talking to each other, either face to face or via telephone. I’ve come to realize than Dan and I are very much in love, and we plan on continuing our relationship. We’ve got another weekend planned at his farmhouse. He assures me we’ll be doing some exciting things. I can’t wait to see what he has planned, but I know it’ll be a blast.