Sex, Drugs and Rock n Rollin

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Tommy Orion has been playing music since he was a teenager, a self-taught guitarist. He's played in a few different bands, gigged around town, even managed to cut half a record before that most promising band broke up. That was recently, and lately it's just been him and his guitar (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fender_Telecaster_Deluxe). his playing has gotten to the point where his noise is big enough to hold the whole song together... except for the beat. Gotta have them drums.

When he first saw Kitty doing some jazzy stuff on her drums at a bar basement open-mic, the first thing he thought was "damn she's good"

the second thing he thought was "damn she's fuckin hot"

the third thing he thought was "people will expect us to be the fucking White Stripes."

Was his playing that good? His originals rockin enough? Could he really bring it with just a drummer, even if she was really easy on the eyes?

"she's a lot better than Meg White," was his next thought.

He was next up for the open mic. She was getting up from her drum kit, but he caught her eye. "Drum some blues for me?" he asked her, a fiery look in his eye as he plugged in his Telecaster. His eyes locked with hers, waiting for her response, his fingers strumming an A minor arpeggio, his ears searching for the right volume. Just loud enough, he thought, and then turned the volume knob just a little more.



Tommy Orion is 5'11", has a head full of wild curly long brown hair, chocolatey brown eyes and a nice tan. He's got an athletic build to him, not buff like Jack Johnson but definitely ripped under his tight black tee shirt. His jeans fit tightly around his thighs, and loose around the calves, as he was wearing black leather cowboy boots (sans spurs, of course).

 

[showdolly]

Kitty was born a musician.

At least, that's what her grandma always said. By 4 years old she was teaching herself to play the piano, and did little recitals for the family when she'd play and sing to her own musical creations. It was cute at the time, and when junior high hit she began doing talent shows and all the typical contests.

High school came along, and Kitty just couldn't hack the "goody" lifestyle any more. She dyed her hair purple, got several tattoos and permanent makeup, and found a novelty in black leather. She still played, but the drums were her canvas now. Her family was aghast, and soon after high school she was on her own....


That night, she was at her wit's end. She'd decided: if there were no record producers in this crowd, no offers of jobs, no promises of fame and fortune, then screw it - she was going home. She wasn't sure how she'd get there - Kitty had no money and had only gotten into this stupid club by giving the bouncer a terrific blow job. Hey, a girl does what a girl needs to do.

When it was finally her turn, Kitty closed her eyes and rocked out the best she'd ever done. She shut out the world and pretended that she was back home, jammin' at the local hangout with her old buds. No worries, no fears, no pressure - just the beat. She finished, and jumped a little startled at the sound of his voice.

"Drum some blues for me?" he asked her, a fiery look in his eye as he plugged in his Telecaster. His eyes locked with hers, waiting for her response, his fingers strumming an A minor arpeggio, his ears searching for the right volume. Just loud enough, he thought, and then turned the volume knob just a little more.

She raised one eyebrow at him.... Who the hell was this guy? He'd said it like it was a question, but clearly he'd liked what he'd heard - or seen. Or both. Kitty shrugged, spread her legs to once again mount the drum stool, and checked her appearance.
Yep, her black cut-off t-shirt was dipped low enough to show off her ample, braless chest, and the shimmering silver image of a guitar with wings was perfectly placed. The jean skirt she wore over her fishnet hose was hiked high enough to reveal the garter set she wore, leaving only a smidgen to the imagination. Yet, the drums prevented any peeking, and she loved to catch the audience trying to do so anyway.

At the guitarist's nod, Kitty timed in with the beat, chiming the cymbals with a brush and following his lead.... He was good, no - he was better than good. Besides, he was fucking hot! Kitty found herself focusing on the tight jeans - or rather, this guy's ass under them, and had to shake herself back into the music. She closed her eyes, wanting to help this guy out for real - and hopefully impress him enough that...

Well, she'd just have to wait and see what was next.

 

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She led in and fell right into the beat off his lead line. She caught all the turnarounds, knew when to drive the beat and when to flourish.

But best of all, she pushed him. She was relentless, and his fingers on the fretboard responded in kind. She pushed him so hard that he extended his solo into the bridge by at least twenty bars. She made him want to wail away, just to keep up with her.

He almost forgot the words to his own song, which was why he had to tear his eyes away from her as they built and built.

He wasn't surprised that she knew just how to bring the song to close with him. It was a fairly standard model for the blues, but they had taken it way into heavy rock territory.

People were cheering. Tommy Orion turned and looked at her again. She glistened, sweaty from playing her heart out. Tommy's heart was racing. He'd never played that song like that.

He turned back to the mic. "That was Border Crossin Blues. I'm Tommy Orion, and on the drums, the beautiful and talented..." he turned to her, hands extended, guitar hanging almost lewdly at his hip, totally at a loss for the name of someone he'd never been introduced to.

 

[showdolly]

"Oh! Um... Kitty. Thanks!!" She came to her senses, still caught up in the emotion and drama of the song. She assumed he'd written it himself - at least, she'd not heard it. She waved to the crowd, and joined - Tommy, he'd said - at the front of the stage. They joined hands, and raised them at the crowd, and bowed together before hopping off the stage.

Kitty practically flew! Unthinking, still high in the moment with the spark of the crowd, and jumped into Tommy's arms and hugged him tightly! Backing away, still unaware of her own actions, she screamed excitedly at him.

"OHHHHh my gawd!! That was incredible!! It was like... like... like we meshed together perfectly! Like we'd been rehearsing for months! Oh, my gawd - they loved it! LISTEN to them, Tommy! Just listen!"
Her eyes gleaming, she walked with her hands clasped to her chest to the edge of the curtain, where she could see the crowd but not be seen by them. She bit her lower lip, at first in bliss over the moment, and then... then it hit her. She'd just hugged that guy! She'd never met him, and she'd purposefully pressed her breasts right into his chest! Suddenly a little bit self-conscious, she turned back to him and searched for another sentence.... Any sentence at all would work, but none would come.

 

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"I hear 'em, Kitty, you're right, we really meshed up there." Tommy was still reeling from the hug; his arms still clutching after her, the feel of the girl's full pert breasts mashed against his chest had caused his rapidly flowing blood to rush to his loins. He shook his head, still totally high off the rush of the music, the crowd. How'd they do that?

He was standing right behind her, near the curtain, and when she turned around again she nearly pressed her tits into him again, but she was just far away enough that she didn't.

But they were certainly close. His mind was spinning with infinite possibilities, and he had no idea where to start. Trying desperately and failing only once to keep from looking down her shirt at her incredible cleavage, he said the first thing he could think of that wasn't totally offensive: "Can I buy you a beer?"

 

[showdolly]

Still trying to find her voice, Kitty nodded, and gurgled something unintelligible. She then had to laugh at the confused look on Tommy's face, and she was okay again.

"I'm sorry, just - the music, and everything.... I'm a little lost right now. I was thinking of heading home tonight, but a beer with you sounds like tons more fun. You said your name was Tommy, right? I'm Kitty, up-and-not-coming drummer, and you can buy me a beer any day, babe."

She giggled just a bit, wrapped one arm around Tommy's waist and pinched his toosh just a little - playfully. She giggled again, clicked her tongue at him, and turned her hips just so they'd bump into his as she headed to the bar. "Coming?" she torted over her shoulder.

 

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"Kitty," he muttered to himself. After playing with her on stage like that, it was like they'd only known each other forever, and only now seeing each other again.

He tucked his guitar in it's small hard black case and shut it quickly, following her out to the bar. He let himself really check her out as she walked ahead of him. Damn nice legs, and those fishnets are a great effect. Fantastic ass in a hot little skirt. He already knew her tits were amazing.

And damn that smile on her beautiful face. All that wild curly hair. She almost looked like she could be his sister. He shut out all further thoughts of the White Stripes, and they got to the bar.

"How 'bout a coupla Heineken?" he told the bartender. A pair of pint glasses came back full, and Tommy slapped a tenner on the bar and grabbed his beer, raising it to her. "Cheers," he said to her, smiling and clinking her glass, taking a drink, a long gulp or three, before setting his beer down and looking at her. "What are you doing for the next three weeks?"

 

[showdolly]

Kitty happily drank the beer, and had to keep herself from choking on it with his question. What was she doing for the next three weeks? Her first thought had been, well YOU of course! But, beer in the nose was not becoming. She gathered herself, shaking her head and blinking the forced tears from her eyes as she joined Tommy in laughing at her own reaction.

"Um, nothing. Like I said, no jobs been comin' my way, and I'm about ready to give up and go home. Why - got somethin' in mind? We sure seem to play well enough together."

She hid her still-present embarrassment in the beer mug once again, silently scolding herself for the thought as well as her reaction. She must have looked so stupid! Setting the glass down, she looked Tommy up and down again. That glance down her shirt hadn't gone unnoticed before - hell, he was a guy, can't blame him. But damn, he seemed pretty cut under that shirt of his, and Kitty briefly let herself imagine running her hands up his chest and kissing his neck as she made her way south....

Shaking that image quickly from her brain and taking another drink, Kitty adjusted her shirt and wiped her mouth before looking at Tommy to listen intently to his answer. Sure would be nice to spend some time with this guy - one way or another! And hell, money wouldn't be a bad thing either.

 

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His eyes stole a glance at Kitty adjusting her shirt and breasts, blinked. *Don't ask her to be in your band just because you want to fuck her* he thought.

"I'm just about ready to cut a record. I don't have a band, it's just me. And I need you to be my drummer. What you did up there was amazing. I want to see what you do with the rest of my songs. And I promise we'll only cover one White Stripes song on any given night. I've been dying to do it right. I can't pay you, yet, until we start gigging. But I don't see why that can't be really soon. So what do you say. Wanna hear the rest of my songs?"

 

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Kitty nodded, almost too quickly, and caught herself in the mug again before responding vocally. "Sure, I mean, I'd love to hear your stuff. Heh, a drummer's not much by herself anyway, which is probably why I've had such a hard time getting any gigs. Lucky this place let me on, even on open mic night." She snorted, trying to keep her eyes from the area where Tommy's shirt overlapped his jeans, and instead focused on his boots.

Suddenly, her head shot up, her face had a quizzical look on it. She wasn't sure how to put this gently....

"Look. I'd love to hear your stuff, love to play with you, see what happens. After our reaction here I'm sure we could get a gig or two within a few weeks, but as for now..." she gulped, her pride chewed, swallowed, and spit back out again. "Well, I was kicked out of my apartment this morning for not having paid rent, and I'm flat broke. You not paying me isn't a problem, but..." another drink of beer helped, "I've no place to stay. Know anywhere that'll put a gal up for her ravishing good looks?"

Kitty played up the part, sitting up straight, poking her chest out and up as far as she could, and tossing her hair around in a mocking sort of manner.

 

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All sorts of warning flags went up in his mind when she told him she needed a place to stay. Was she just some con-bitch-artist who was going to walk off with his guitar and amp and anything else in his apartment of value, just to hock it for cash at the pawn shop? She hardly looked old enough to be in the bar, much less having a beer. Was she a runaway?

"Well, truth be told, I don't know anyplace that'll give a girl a room just on her looks alone," he said, his eyes glancing over her jutting breasts. "I could probably introduce you to the right people if you were offering more than just your looks, but I think I know a place where a bad-ass drummer can stay for a few nights. I don't have a drum kit but I do have some pots and pans you can bang on."

He took a long drink from his beer, nearly draining it. Everything he had ever learned about strangers was screaming at him that he was a complete and total idiot to trust this girl, whom he'd just met.

But he felt like he'd known her forever! They'd played so well together. And if this was what he needed to do to get her skills, then... well, this was just a risk he was going to have to take.

He finished the beer, set it down on the bar. He turned to her, his eyes getting a little glassy. He needed something... something stronger. "Yeah, I think I know just the place you can stay, long as you don't mind the smell of pot. Sometimes my place definitely stinks of patchouli."

 

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Kitty tried not to look too horribly relieved - desperate as she was, she certainly didn't want to appear it! Then he said the key word....

"Are you kidding??" She laughed and gently swatted at his knee with her hand. "It's been too long since I had a puff! We'll have to make some sort of... arrangement." With that, Kitty downed the rest of her beer and raised an eyebrow at Tommy's new order.

She knew, deep within her gut somewhere, that staying with some strange guy she'd only met because he'd asked her to keep playing drums at some weird night club probably wasn't the best idea she'd had - but hell, it beat going back home. Any day. As long as he didn't turn out to be some woman-hater, rapist, or other such freak it'd be okay... and maybe another beer, or one of whatever it was Tommy had said to the bartender a bit ago, would help.

"So. My drumming services for a room then. And I'll have to whip up some grub now and then for a little toke??" She stated it as a question, but hoped that after her earlier statement it'd be assumed that she could share. Heck, seemed they'd be sharing a lot. How much exactly, Kitty tried not to let herself wonder just yet. But damn, this guy was hot!!! He was even nice, not a jerk like the typical hot guy, and Kitty shot up what most closely resembled a prayer that he truly was what he seemed....

But still, she must find a way for a bit of income. Maybe this place needed a waitress or something. Kitty came to her senses, and only by the look on Tommy's face did she realize that she'd been staring, and exactly where her gaze had ended up her new "friend" probably wasn't just real happy about.... One quick glance downward again (was she really looking there? if so, she ought to at least have seen!) and Kitty began stammering.

"Oh, um, sorry, just thinking... ya know, about sleeping arrangements. Got a couch?" She blushed, looked away, silently cursing herself for having downed the rest of that beer. She could sure use the cover right about now!

 

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"I'm sure we'll both find somewhere to comfortable to crash out," Tommy said. The bartender walked by, and Tommy wrangled him into refilling their pints. He was relieved a million times over by the fact that she was down with the ganja, because, well, he was still high from the joint he'd smoked before he got to the club, and had been a little paranoid that she was some kind of straight-shooter. Their beers came back full of Heineken, and Tommy payed for them both. "It's kinda tight quarters, just a box, really, a futon and a sofa and a recliner..." he took a sip of his beer to keep from rambling on, "but it's enough space for me."

There was a huge mirror that ran the length of the bar on the wall, and Tommy stared into it, watching the goings-on in the club behind them. Whoever was now onstage was rapping and banging minor chords on an acoustic guitar. It was pretty raw, but Tommy couldn't understand half of what the guy said. He caught his eyes taking too much time to enjoy Kitty's cleavage in the mirror. He blinked and turned to her...

At least the scenery will be really great for a little while, he thought, smiling and taking another long drink of his beer. That little buzzed tingling feeling was starting to come on. Arrangements...

"So, yeah, I'm sure we'll figure something out. Let's finish these beers and get outta here, huh, get our toke on? My place is just a few blocks away, actually, I walked here.

 

[showdolly]

Kitty laughed a raspy laugh. She'd only barely caught his glances, and was happy for it. Had he made it obvious, or said much just yet, it may have worried her. As it was, he seemed a perfectly ordinary guy, and she knew she was dressed the part. She had only one moderately modest outfit in her pack, and of course only another one or two outfits similar to this one. With her tennies, heels, and boots, there hadn't been much room for undergarments... though she'd been glad to manage a thong or two.

She nodded and drank up, glad to have a refill and excited at the promise of a toke. She so hoped they'd be able to jam a bit - pots and pans she could handle. After all, it's how she'd learned to play in the beginning. No longer concerned about sleeping arrangements - seemed he had plenty of spots, and it crossed her mind that they may be up all night anyway - Kitty let the thought briefly linger about a little bit of fun with the handsome boy.

She giggled, flirted, and teased only a bit as they finished their beers. Tossing her pack over her shoulder, ready to go in her tennis shoes, she smiled at her new-found friend. "I'm ready when you are. Walking's fine with me - at least, before the smoke." She snorted a bit, pushed Tommy's chest playfully, and headed towards the door.

 

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Tommy grabbed his guitar case and followed her out into the warm city night. It was summer, the night air humid and thick, still holding on to the day's heat. They walked along, laughing at their slight drunken missteps, their slightly spinning world. Tommy wondered a bit at the nature of alcohol to loosen people up, to leave their inhibitions behind, to forget that they might be shy or nervous or depressed...

One thing he did know: he was definitely ready to burn a bowl with this fine young woman next to him. He wasn't worried about a thing; in fact, it seemed like he had the world on a string, that in no time things would definitely be going his way.

They got to his apartment building, and Tommy opened the door with his key and held it open for Kitty. They had to go up four flights of stairs, and Tommy surreptitiously enjoyed the view of Kitty's wonderful legs as she climbed the stairs in front of him, although he was pretty sure she knew what he was up to, as she gave her ass a little extra swing...

 

[showdolly]

Kitty couldn't help but giggle as they neared the tops of the stairs. He'd enjoyed that little show, and she knew it and was glad. Tommy let her in, and her girl-radar immediately scanned for the restroom.

"Nice place babe! I gotta pee!" She tossed her pack on the futon and practically ran to the restroom. Before emerging she checked her hair, and clothes, whatever - she'd left her pack out there anyway and couldn't fix anything even if she'd disliked her reflection. Breathing deeply, preparing for whatever was to happen tonight, but somehow knowing that she was safe, Kitty opened the door and smiled.

Tommy was there, fixing a bit of stash for the two. "Ahhhhw, yeah." Her grin widened, and she grabbed her sticks from her pack. Sitting half-indian style across from Tommy, she began pecking an elementary and rudimental march on her own leg as she watched and waited her turn.

 

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The apartment sure wasn't much. Just a box, basically. There was a sofa and a futon, several blankets and pillows scattered over the futon, which was still laid flat like a bed. There was a little quasi-kitchen in one corner. Classic-rock posters were hanging, dorm-room style, all over the walls, along with guitar chord and scale diagrams. There was a coffee table, on which were scattered lots of loose yellow legal-pad sheets with scribbled notes, lyrics, chord changes/progressions, along with a well-used hashpipe and glass water-bong. An acoustic guitar was leaning against the wall next to the futon, and next to that was a cheap midi keyboard. Tommy set his Telecaster next to the acoustic guitar.

Kitty ran to the bathroom as soon as they were in the door. Two pints of beer will do that to anyone. Tommy hoped his bathroom wasn't too incredibly disgusting, then recalled that he had given it a scrub-down just a few days before. He pulled a baggie of weed and some cigarette papers out of a perfectly-normal-looking coffee tin. He dumped some of the green nugs out on the coffee table in front of the sofa and went about rolling up a joint. He crumbled the fat nuggets into more rollable little buds and soon had a decent little pile in the little white cig paper. He added some loose tobacco to help it smoke a little more smoothly, evenly, and was rolling the joint up tight when Kitty came out of the bathroom. She sat down on the sofa, facing him and gently tapping a little beat on her thigh.

He smiled at her and winked as he sparked the joint, puffed on it a few times to get it smoking properly, then took a big hit and held it in and handed the smoking j to his new drummer/friend.

 

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Kitty almost jumped. Instead, she gleefully tossed her sticks aside and leaned in close for the doobie. Still leaned over, quite far, in front of Tommy, she took a deep hit and held it in for as long as she could stand before releasing. Giggling a bit, she took another hit, and handed it back to him.

"Yep, yep. That's the stuff right there, man. No way in hell I expected to take that tonight, no way. Thanks a ton, Tommy. Hope I can help you out too." She looked up at him, and her thoughts immediately forsook her and she blushed. "I mean, ya know, with my playing and all. So what's first on the list?" Her voice became quieter and quieter, and she took another hit when he passed it again but gave it back quickly.

She was a little nervous now, beginning to realize that she had a strong attraction for this guy and began trying to cover up that very realization.

 

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Tommy puffed on the joint, getting a big fat hit into his lungs and holding it... he had just gotten a big eyeful of this sexy girl's wonderful cleavage, and he was still seeing her breasts even though he had closed his eyes.

God, the way she used her body... got him to wonderin the ways he'd like to use her body... and got him wonderin how much she really wanted him to use her body...

"What's first on the list?" she asked him.

First on the list is us fucking like little rabbits, Tommy thought, salivating at the mental image of his face pressed full into those luscious tits, of those long legs wrapped around him in lust...

But all that, for a few moments, anyway, got tucked into the hazy recesses of his mind as he got up from the sofa, took one last big puff on the joint and handed handed it off to Kitty. He puttered about the apartment for a minute. He lit a stick of incense and a few candles. He put an old Grateful Dead record on the stereo.

He turned and looked at Kitty. She was still puffin on that joint. He smiled, thought to himself "gosh she sure looks fantastic in the candlelight" and then finally said:

"first on the list is the only thing on the list right now, and that's gettin to know you a whole lot better, Kitty," Tommy said, sitting back down on the sofa, a little bit closer to Kitty this time.

 

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He handed the joint to her and got up, wandering around doing this and that, putting on some music. She started to reach for her sticks to peck along, when he plopped down next to her.

"First on the list is the only thing on the list right now, and that's gettin to know you a whole lot better, Kitty."

He was close, very close. She puffed happily away on the thing several times, cuddling up close to him and leaning her head over. It'd been too long since she'd had this taste, and it was already beginning to have mild effects on her. She grinned, giggled a little, her eyes closed as she lifted the quickly-disappearing joint from her own face to offer it back to the guy.

"Oh yeah? Whatcha wanna know, sexy? A place to stay, a shower to clean up in, a job of sorts, and probably some food now and then I hope - dude, I'm an open book." SHe laughed again and lightly slapped his leg. She'd aimed for his knee, but her closeness and slightly out-of-it state had landed her hand on his thigh instead. She left it there.

 

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He was puffing on the joint, listening to her, and felt her hand fall on his thigh. Blood rushed immediately to his loins; the girl's touch was like fire to his blood. It had been that way with the music, playing together earlier.

Now all he wanted was to play in an entirely different way. He put his arm around her as she cuddled up next to him. He turned his head, and in a moment his lips were right next to her ear, and all he had to do was whisper: "how hard do you think we should party to properly celebrate our new collaboration?" he asked her. His arm was behind her, and his hand came to rest on her fishnetted thigh.

He handed her the joint, holding his hit in his lungs and awaiting her response.

 

[showdolly]

Feeling mighty comfortable, a little goofy, and extremely... girly, or something, Kitty smiled and copied his deep, quiet tone.

"Well I dunno, baby." She let her hand trail a little further up his thigh, and nuzzled in under his chin as she started planting little kisses on his neck. "I'm up for a party, for sure. Feelin' the smoke some," and she took another puff, and then squeezed Tommy's thigh with her hand for emphasis. "But hey, maybe it's just made me a little easier tonight. Any party with a sexy guy like you sounds like a place I wanna be." And she went back to planting kisses on his neck, letting her hand trail upward a little at a time.

She was a little nervous, not sure how far intentions stretched. Was it just the drug? Was it... a weird infatuation? Should she be scared of him? What would happen... later, after, tomorrow? Kitty was already high enough that she wasn't scared, couldn't let the worry linger, but it re-crossed her mind now and then. A little more smoke, a few more kisses, another few moves from Tommy, and she'd be his.

 

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Her kisses on his neck were electric, stirring his cloudy mind back to reality, to the right here and now, to this sexy young woman nuzzling up next to him... when he felt just the tip of her tongue tease his skin, there was no way to stop his animal reaction, the blood in his veins rushing to his loins, filling his cock, fueling his desire.

He took a big fat hit off the joint, holding it in, holding her closer... then, after a moment of holding the thick smoke in his lungs, he turned his head and with one hand tilted her face up towards his, and leaned down and kissed her deeply, and another moment later and he was breathing his smoke into her mouth, hoping she would know to breathe in and take the smoke into her lungs.

 

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Kitty became lost in his kiss, lost in the wayhe was holding her - in his strong and sure arms. She was paying way too much attention to his face, his mouth, his tongue... and she caught her breath for a moment. She soon realized that he was breathing into her, and quickly releasd her own breath to take a deeper one and inhale what he had to share.

She could taste him, feel him - and how he made her head spin! (Okay, well maybe the pot helped.) She let her weight, what little control she still held of her own body, melt into him and into his dragon-kiss. Kitty was in her own heaven, letting her hands trail over Tommy's body, and hardly noticing the feminine moaning that had begun in her chest, the drummer chick gave herself over to Tommy's whims and wants. She'd go where he took her - tonight, and for who knows how long - but, as for now, she was content to lie in his arms, share his peace, and kiss with him....

 

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Somewhere in the recesses of his hazy, smoke-filled mind was common sense, screaming at him: "you idiot! you're gonna fuck it all up! this could have been the best thing that ever happened to you and you're gonna fuck it all up because you're stupid and horny!"

those messages didn't quite make it through. he kept kissing her, making out in their little cloud, tongues playing, passions rising. The booze, the smoke, the natural magical gravity that pulled them together, inexorably, all regardless of their better intentions, their artistic creative desires, their common sense, the obvious foolishness of letting this beautiful new relationship devolve into animal lust. Would things be weird in the morning? Or two weeks down the line when they would be recording? Would they make it that far at all, if they did the deed?

Tommy broke the kiss, pulled back from her, gazed into her bloodshot, droopy eyes. Perhaps the attraction had been sexual from the beginning, he thought. "Kitty..." he said, and there was so much he wanted to make clear to her, but none of that would come to his stoned mind. The only thing in his mind was "god you're beautiful," and that's what came out of his mouth.