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A matter of trust is brought to a new level.
I will admit that, as informed as I was, I had to fake my way through that one at times, but I managed.
Anyway, the Earth Day crowd was high and mighty by the time I went onstage. Again, I will allow for my audience to read between the lines there, but for those not so inclined, I will say that the audience was rather relaxed by the time I performed. I do not indulge myself, not even today, but as a result, I can appreciate the "status" that my audience embraced at the time.
I did my set of seven songs and gave the stage to the closing act, a band from Cleveland who's name I forget. I walked off stage and was immediately met by Corrine.
I had seen Corrine on campus before. She was the president of our local Greenpeace chapter and had played a major role in organizing the Earth Day events on campus. She had long brown hair that had a curl to it that seemed unnatural, in an of itself.
Corrine and I were both from NY, and as such had engaged In a few conversations before this moment. I mention all of these things only to make the case that she and I were by no means strangers to one another. We would become even closer before the evening was over.
"Wow-awsome set!" she said as I walked offstage.
"Thanks, I'm beat!" I said back to her, and I was. My whole body had gone into this show, as the audience had fed off of me in a way that was somewhat unfamiliar to me. I, and this is no lie, had a guy throw money at me to buy my demo while I was walking of stage. But that is really another story altogether.
Corinne walked over to me and put her arm around my waist. We moved over towards my corner of the backstage and we sat down. I was drained. It was unseasonably warm for Earth Day, especially in Ohio, which has that dreaded "lake effect" temperature impetus on occasion.
Corinne and I sat down in a dark corner of the backstage area. I had trouble with the removal of my sound equipment, and Corinne attended to me in a professional, yet curiously arousing manner.
I had a wireless microphone taped to my chest in a few different spots. Before I could even attend to them, Corinne began to undress me and remove the wiring and tape from my body. She looked deep into my eyes as she tore the first layer from my chest:
"Is this OK?" she asked, slowly tearing the tape from my chest...
I was unable to respond appropriately. I just nodded.
She gently, yet purposefully removed the tape on my body, and as she did so, kissed the newly cleared skin with her lips.
By the time she had cleared my body of tape and wiring, I was more than in tune with that fact that she and I were driving towards a passionate conclusion.
When Corinne removed the last of my mic tape, we sat together in my backstage area that I'd been assigned. It was pitch dark, and needless to say, we found ourselves with our hands on one another.
What a feeling. We've all had it-that feeling of a new body that feels so intense and powerful that we know it is fleeting, and yet we cannot deny it. It may even be our ability to identify it that leads to our needs to place it somewhere in the experience of our lives...anyhow...
Corinne looked at me, my body drenched in sweat, my guitar placed neatly to the side, and she kissed me. Her mouth seemed to open to me immediately, and our tongues rolled about our mouths in an almost overly passionate way.
We were hot for each other. That much was obvious and true-her hands touched me in a way that felt electirc-maybe it was the moment-maybe it was the fact that we were all connected through the Earth Day celebration.
"You said so much in your music, Dylan. I..." Corinne's voice trails off at that, and she kissed my chest, my belly, and worked her way down my body.
She ran her tongue over my abs, and undid my jeans as she moved even lower down my body.
The other band began to play, yet our area of the backstage remained dark. Corinne looked deep into my eyes and undid the clasp up my jeans, moving them lower and releasing my cock from it's confines in one fluid motion.
Corinne was wearing one of t