We partied backstage again after the show and stayed too late and drank and smoked too much to drive home, so we decided to get a couple of hotel rooms. Rose and her date had a room that connected to mine. I settled down for the night and was about to turn off the light when there was a soft knock at the door. It wasn’t the front door; it was the adjoining door. I was in my boxers, so I just opened it a crack, and there stood Rose. “Can I share your room with you,” she asked. My friend was a nice-looking guy who had some great connections in the music business, so I was a bit shocked. “Why,” I asked. “Because I feel safer with you than I do with him,” she explained. “This is the first time I’ve gone out with him, and I wasn’t planning on spending the night. He may try something, and I don’t think you will.” “Now, how in the hell am I supposed to take that,” I asked with a smile, “As a compliment or a slam?” “Whatever it takes to get me in there,” she said with a wink. I let her in even though I was only wearing my boxers. When I answered the door, I was fine, but now I had a place to hang my hat.
I was thinking about what a great night that was. We shared the same bed, and while we didn’t have sex, we did a lot of cuddling and slept in each other’s arms. She looked like a Victoria’s Secret model and was wearing about as much to sleep in. She rested her head on my chest as I laid on my back. She smelled as good as she looked. Then she threw her leg across me. Oh my God, it was so soft and warm to the touch. Her leg came almost up to my waist, so I know she could feel my attraction for her.
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