Sox, stars and Jamie Stringer

[brad_chase]

from hereJudge Harding's canceled golf game was the monkey wrench in my date with Jamie and the universe. By noon, the Boston skies opened up, dumping three inches by the time his clerk called and said the judges calendar opened up and he could take our arbitration case if I could get my client to his court within the hour

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[jamie_stringer]

there he is. The knock on my door causes my spirits to brighten considerably. Not that I had been pacing the floor or anything . . . I figured the rain had most likely snarled traffic.

"Hi!" I smile, opening the door with a slight bounce. "Oh no. Your tie is wet!" I wonder if he is intentionally giving me his best puppy dog eyes. He looks wet and cold. "Would you like to come in for a minute and dry off?"

[jamie_stringer]

"I'm doing gooood," I say peacefully, looking up at him. "Smell that?" I chuckle. "It makes me realize how square I am. You know, I really never got into smoking dope." Still leaning against him, I touch his chest, letting my hand flatten against his well-pressed shirt, caressing it, almost as if checking his pulse. "And I can honestly only name about three Pink Floyd songs." The smell of his aftershave had been intoxicating, but now it was blended with the smell that reminded me of the burn-out neighbor kid I used to try to avoid on my way home from school. "Hey," I whisper. "Should we sneak some rum?"

[brad_chase]

"There's a reason they call it dope. I'm with you. Never wanted to lose control, you know

[jamie_stringer]

I drank the rum quickly, hoping its effects would help me to better understand why a giant pig was floating across my line of vision. I couldn't help but feel amused, trying to imagine clients or co-workers seeing us here - so entirely out of our element. But being here with Brad made it ok. I was thankful that we had already kissed the night before. I would hate to have to tell our grandchildren some day that our first kiss was at Laser Floyd.

Feeling slightly buzzed from everything in the room, I leaned solidly against Brad, sliding my hand across his ribs and around to his back, giving him a squeeze. Oh, what am I waiting for? My head was already resting against his neck, so it seemed natural to tilt my head back slightly and give his neck a kiss. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the voice which welcoming me to the machine, and pressed my lips firmly against him, opening my mouth slightly, losing myself in the taste of him, the warm masculinity which responded to my touch, feeling his pulse against my lips.

[brad_chase]

Whether the rum or the wafting hallucinogens, I was amusing myself with the sensory battle waging for my attention: the deafening music was sort of cleansing, the bass jarring, colorful spirograph doodles were looking more and more like stick figures performing impossible sexual acts, lasers cutting through clouds of smoke. But we had a clear winner for my attention. Jamie. Jamie. We were new yet there was an undercurrent of ease -- the pleasure of knowing we liked each other. She hugged me closely. Things were becoming vaguely erotic when I felt her head shift and...

Imagery from The Wizard of Oz. The juxtaposition of a laser tornado decimating Kansas, ten thousand watts of "Run Like Hell" and my girls lips exploring my neck...

In my haze, I decided without reservation that Pink Floyd was a dangerous aphrodisiac because what I wanted to do with Jamie surprised the hell out of me. I tempered it slightly, turned toward her and, with my hand moving down to her waist, murmered her name until my mouth decided it liked kissing even more.

[jamie_stringer]

Much as I had always wanted to make up for the lack of stoner escapades in my youth, I found myself wishing they’d turn the music down. I wanted the sound of his heart beat, his breathing, the smell of him, the feel of him, to be the only thing arousing my senses.

A young couple two rows back was laughing about something and I felt the space near me being invaded as the girl draped her leg over the seat in front of her, and began swinging her foot in time with the music. From a distant corner of the theatre a cell phone went off.

But his lips were on mine, and his hand was caressing my waist, and my hand was . . . okay. We need privacy. I glanced briefly at the couple behind us, and then pressed my lips to Brad’s ear.

“Wanna go?”

[brad_chase]

I could only manage an affirmative moan. Her breath was hot against my ear. My interest in reliving my youth through music switched now to being present with this warm woman