“Excuse me, sir. Do you know when the show in the park starts.”
I looked up in irritation and into a pair huge, dark eyes in a round, brown fae framed by flaming pink hair. Whatever I had been going to say came out as, “Neurrr.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s been cancelled,” I rallied. “It’s supposed to rain this afternoon.”
She made a face. “Oh man. I really wanted to see that. I had my whole day planned.”
“You play music, right.” The words sounded lame as I said them. I had seen her around, at the shows in the park and at the college. She sometimes had instrument cases with her. There had been a time when she always had a boyfriend with her, but I hadn’t seen them together in a long time. Now she always looked a little sad.
“Yeah, I play the violin.” She looked at the door. “I should go practice.”
Panic rose in my chest. I had been going through a dry spell. This was the most I had talked to a woman who was not a relative or a coworker in what seemed like forever. “I could do with some music.” I gestured to the speaker blaring out “Pumped Up Kicks.” “Not this pop stuff. Real music.”
She put her hand on the back of the chair across from me and gave me a look that said I had exactly thirty seconds to catch her interest. “Do you play?”
I shook my head. “I have no talent for it. I appreciate real musicians because I can’t do what you all do.”
Silence spread out between us. If it went for too long then it would get awkward and she would leave, but I had no idea what to say. Raindrops pattered against the windowsill.
She clucked her tongue. “Aw, man. I don’t want to walk home in this. It’s only a block, but still.”
“Let me buy you a coffee,” I said. “Maybe the rain will let up. If it doesn’t I’ll give you a ride home.”
She nodded. “My name’s Nicole.”
“Tom. Pleasure.”
I was painfully aware of the way my boner bulged in my khakis as I stood up. Nicole’s eyes flashed down and she looked away, trying to hide a smile. We drank coffee and talked about music. The rain did not let up, so when the coffee was done I drove her back to her apartment. She invited me in to hear her play.
The apartment was a studio but it was fairly spacious. She tossed her keys on the table and turned around to face me before I was all the way in. “Do you really want to hear me play?”
“Yes,” I said. “I . . .”
“Nice boner.”
“Thank you,” I managed. “I’m quite proud of it.”
“Does classical music always make you hard?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear it. It’s not my fault you have . . .”
“Boobs?”
“I w-wasn’t g-going to say that,” I stammered under her gaze
“A pussy?”
“Those eyes,” I blurted. “You have amazing eyes. They’re hard to look at, but I can’t look away.”
The eyes in question widened. “Okay,” she said after a moment. “I’m impressed. It’s been a while since my last boyfriend. I want to get off. I want someone to go down on me.”
The thought of burying my face between her thighs, of feeling her body rise against my mouth, and of tasting her juices made me so hard I thought I was going to come in my pants. “I could that.”
Nicole folded her arms. “How do I know you’ll stop when I tell you?”
“I . . . promise?”
She put her hands on her hips. She had nice hips. “Eyes up here. You like them so much, keep looking at them.”
I looked into her eyes.
“Strip for me. Down to your bare ass.”
“Um . . .” I pulled off my shirt and set it on the floor.
“You have a nice body. Keep going.”
I took off my sandals, than my khakis. My boner throbbed in my boxers.
“I think it wants to be set free,” Nicole said. “Come on.”
I pushed my boxers down and stepped out of them. I wasn’t sure whether to cover myself, by I decided that we were past that and I just let my hands hang at my sides.
Nicole walked over to the bed and opened a drawer in the night stand. “Come here.” I walked over to her and she held up a pair of fur-lined handcuffs. “I’ll put these on you. That should guarantee good behavior.”
“Um, okay.” As the cuffs clicked around my wrists, it occurred to me that most people did not keep things like this handy and that her “I want to get off but how can I trust you?” routine was a bit suspicious.