You've Got To Hide Your Love Away

Brian's POV

The show went so well.  I couldn't stop thinking about it the whole way home.  I felt I had a stupid grin on my face and became a bit self conscious about it.  I bet I looked the idiot right now!  My new admirer at the show looked the right idiot talking to me...

When we got to the flat, I secured my guitar away and headed out to the living area.  My friend Tom was here and had some new records to play.  I shuffled over to him on my knees and pulled the pile of records in front of me.  I noticed the air was a bit like the bar we had just played - smoky, thick and warm.  Quite a few people had turned up and I could hear my flat mates talking and laughing.  Someone handed me a glass and filled it with whisky.  I looked up to say "Cheers" and saw Roger talking to a girl I didn't know.  I could hear Freddie off in the corner holding court.  At least we were all having a good time. 

Tom put his new Cream record on the player and we leaned back to listen.  I closed my eyes after finishing the last of my whisky and let myself fall into the music.  A few songs played and I tried to remember the chords I heard.  God - Clapton was so smooth...  My shoulder got tapped and I opened my eyes to see Mandy offer some more whisky.  I raised my glass for a refill.   I smelled pot and saw Roger taking a puff from a joint.  I closed my eyes again to avoid the burning air.  I was a bit off but couldn't tell if it was the whisky or the unavoidable contact high.

The party carried on as Tom and I worked through a few albums and too much whisky.  I could tell the mood in the room shifted as some left and some began lying around and the loud chatter softened to murmurs.  The light in the room seemed darker somehow.  I was feeling a bit tired as my high from the show had worn off and the drink was pulling at me.  I felt loose but groggy.

Tom had put on Hendrix and gave me a droopy smile as he laid down on the couch and closed his eyes.  It was time for sleep.  I left the record on and slowly headed for the bedroom.  I hoped for room on the massive mattress we called a bed.  I knew a hangover was probable and didn't want a hard floor on top of a hard head in the morning.

I managed to get on the mattress with room to spare.  I wish I had pulled my shirt off and loosened my pants but with a group of us sleeping together, it seemed better to stay clothed.  I laid on my back while there was room and closed my eyes.  Hopefully I would fall asleep before anyone else squeezed for room.  As soon as I felt I was drifting, the mattress jerked at bit and someone laid down at my side.  They stopped moving and then it moved again.  It was really dark in the room but I could tell that someone had joined my neighbor.  I immediately heard what I was sure was kissing.  They were making out with me right next to them.  I mean, I had seen people make out in front of me, but usually nearby, not right up against me.

The sounds I began to hear were not isolated to my right side.  It seemed a lot of kissing was going on.  I had never encountered something like this.  I was a bit uncomfortable.  But I was a bit turned on.  This was strange...in a good way.

Before I could think any further, I felt a body move on top of me.  I was crushed a bit with surprise and even more so when their head pushed into mine and their lips caught me.  I wanted to gasp but their mouth was on mine and they were kissing me.  I had a touch of butterflies and kissed them back.  Her skin was soft and her hair smelled good.  I felt her move her hands up into my hair a bit.  She pulled at it softly and moaned a bit.  Her breasts were pressed into my chest and I made some murmurs as my arms went around her back.  This was new to me.  This was fantastic!

As soon as we started, it stopped.  She rolled off me and moved to my left as an arm pulled at her.  I let her go and felt the mattress tilt.  I sighed inside at the letdown.  In a woozy state, I rolled to my right and felt my neighbor against me.   Before I could think, they grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss.  Butterflies erupted in me again as I began kissing back.  Their lips were softer than the other girl.  I liked this kiss better.   My bottom lip felt a swipe and I parted my lips to accept them in.  My stomach flipped a bit.  A great kisser.  This was much better.  I moved towards them slowly to feel more.  I was stiffening up.  I put my hands around them to move them closer.  They were smaller than me, and I started to reach for their face to deepen the kiss.  

It was then I felt them start to pull away.  I didn't want that letdown again and I tugged back at them to keep kissing.   Was I not a good kisser?  Did no one want me?  In my slight anger, I grabbed at them and pushed my mouth back into theirs.  Suddenly, they kissed me back again.  I felt redeemed and wanted more.  I found myself getting rock hard at my aggression.  As I moved in closer,  I felt them slump.  Shit!!!!   They passed out.   

I gently let go and slowly moved off the mattress.  I needed the bathroom and some privacy.  I hoped I could find it in the dark......