John took my hand and gently shook it but I hardly noticed. I was mesmerized by that smile. His hand was soft, yet the fingers were callused. “John’s a guitarist,” AJ said. “We’ve met out on the road a few times.”
“Hello, John,” I finally managed. He chuckled. Obviously he was used to getting this reaction.
“Hi, there. Aje has told me a lot about you.”
I blushed a furious red, snapped out of my trance. “Oh, REALLLY?”
It was AJ’s turn to chuckle. “Nothing important. Just how sweet and cute you are.”
“And he was very accurate,” John said softly. I blushed for a different reason.
“Well, I see a hottie over there that needs my attention. I’ll catch you two later.” AJ sailed across the room, a knowing smirk on his face.
“Do you need a drink or anything?” John asked. I shook my head and held up my glass, still three-quarters full. “What is that?”
I told him what I was drinking. “I brought Howie a bottle of wine but I don’t really drink it.”
“You don’t?”
“I don’t like it. Too sour.” I wrinkled my nose.
“How adorable.” The words seemed to slip out unintentionally and I blushed yet again. “Even more adorable when you blush.” Those aqua eyes ran over me. “Seriously, though, you just haven’t been drinking the right kind. My brother runs a vineyard, and let me tell you…his wine is sweet and fruity…doesn’t even TASTE like wine.”
“Wine that doesn’t taste like wine…my kinda wine,” I told him, and he laughed. I noticed Howie looking over at us. He frowned and I could tell he was trying to place John. He saw my smile and shrugged, going back to his conversation.
John and I sat on a sofa and talked over an hour, almost totally ignoring everyone else at the party. Howie and AJ approached us once or twice, but we were wrapped in each other. John was easy to talk to. I told him about my work as a designer, creating store windows for the department stores in town, and he talked about the different bands he played with. We were both shocked when people started to leave the party.
“God, it’s late,” I said, checking my watch. I was amazed at the time, as well as how many times John had filled my glass.
“Where do you live?” He asked. I told him. “Did you drive?”
“No, I took a taxi,” I said.
“I live about four blocks away. Think you could make it there? I want to give you a bottle of my brother’s excellent non-wine.”
I looked at him carefully. “John, I don’t know. I…”
“C’mon. You can grab a taxi right out front. In and out in five minutes.” His smile was so charming I could not resist, even though I knew he would try to make it longer than five minutes. His eyes had spent most of the conversation running up my legs and down into my blouse.
“Okay. Let me say goodbye to Howie.” I walked over to Howie a bit unsteadily.
“Girl, it’s good you didn’t drive. You gonna crash here?” Howie was amused at my intoxicated state. I didn’t drink often.
“No. I’m going to John’s.”
Howie’s eyebrows raised. “John’s? Who is John?”
“The man I was talking to. He knows AJ.”
“Ah.” Howie kissed my cheek. “Be careful. I worry. Call if you need anything.”
“I will,” I promised. “I’ll call tomorrow.”
John and I chatted as we walked the few short blocks to the apartment building where he lived. He held the door as we entered the building. How nice to be with a gentleman. His apartment was sparsely furnished but tasteful. I was impressed. I recognized some of the art on the wall, and was admiring it when he handed me a glass. “Here. You MUST try this.”
“John, I need to go. It’s late and…”
“One glass. I need to prove my point.” There was that smile again. I sighed and took the glass. I made a face as I took a sip…and was pleasantly surprised.
“Yum. This tastes like juice.”
“Exactly.” John took a full bottle from the wine rack by the door and sat in on the floor. “Take this one with you. We’ll finish the one.” He waved the bottle he had poured from in the air.
“John…” I protested weakly, though I didn’t want to leave. I gulped down more of the wine.
“Relax,” he whispered, his strong hands massaging my neck. I almost dropped the wineglass as I moaned. I blushed at the sound that had escaped my mouth. He smiled, taking the glass and setting it on a table. “I hope you make that sound again tonight because of me,” he murmured in my ear. I sighed. Except for that fling with AJ, it had been so long.
Clothes soon made a trail into his bedroom, where the only piece of furniture was a king-sized bed. He made me moan often that night, and the only word I seemed to know was his name. He made me cum again and again, and it was hours before he actually even moved inside of me. A voice in the back of my head told me this was wrong. I was on the Pill, but he wasn’t using protection. I tried to protest, but he silenced my voice with sweet kisses, and before I knew it, he was on his back beside me, pulling me onto his chest.
John soon fell asleep, but I couldn’t. I snuck from his embrace, pulled on my clothes, and called a taxi. I sat in the back seat of the taxi as the sun came up, weeping unashamedly at what I had done. This wasn’t me.
A chance meeting, a party a few years back/Broad shoulders and blue eyes his hair was so black/He was a friend of a friend you could say/She let his smile just sweep her away/And in her heart she knew that it was wrong but too much wine and she left his bed at dawn…
And she thinks his name was John…