For the next three days, Eleftheria was busy during the day with school work. It was nearing the end of her school year, and she had finals to work on. But for those three nights, I would always get a text from her after her roommate went to bed. All it would say is “I want you” and I would be on her doorstep no less than ten minutes later. We got creative with our locations each night. The balcony was fun, but we decided to try the kitchen, the community laundry room downstairs, and on the third night we resorted to the fold-out card table in her apartment, and then an hour later we ended up in the backseat of my car.

I was leaving for the east coast to kick off the Spring Fever Tour in the morning, and Eleftheria knew that I was leaving, but she still thought that I was going to be traveling on a cruise ship as a jazz band member. She would try to ask questions about it, but I would always turn them around and make it about her. I just wanted to be a normal guy to her. I didn’t want her to think that I was anything special.

That’s a lie and you know it, Vic. I couldn’t keep my conscience away from me. You want her to love you, Vic. You want her.

I had everything packed and waiting in the living room for the morning. We would be leaving at six in the morning for a very long drive across the country. We were starting on the opposite side of the states and working our way back over to San Diego. I was overly excited for the tour. I loved to see the fans and spend time with other incredible musicians that shared the same passions as me and my band. But part of me was a bit reluctant to go. Now that I had been having sex nearly every night, I knew that I was going to become sexually frustrated – and fast. And I also knew that I was going to miss sex with Eleftheria, specifically.

I waited up for a text message from her regardless of the fact my alarm was set for five in the morning. I laid flat on my back, staring at the ceiling with my phone resting on my forehead out of boredom, and also so if I felt asleep her text would wake me up.

But I wasn’t even tired. My eyes remained wide open. I don’t even think I was blinking. I waited and waited for a text. It was a Friday night, so she must have been out with her roommate. I finally started to fall asleep after I realized that she was probably going to skip texting me tonight.

At four fifteen in the morning I woke up to my phone vibrating on my pillow beside me. I picked it up slowly and saw my expected text from Eleftheria sitting on my phone. I got up, brushed my teeth and pulled on my shoes without thinking twice about what time it was. I slipped out the door and drove to her apartment.

She pulled me in sloppily. She was slightly intoxicated, but still fully aware of everything that was happening. I knew that she must have been at a party all night because of the way her hair was slightly frizzed and her clothes were crooked.

She pulled me into her room and we collapsed onto her noisy bed. Her bed shrieked as a protest to our movements, but she didn’t even think twice about the sound.

“My roommate went home with somebody,” she explained as she slowly kissed along my jawline.

We crawled higher up onto the bed and our clothes were off in an instant. She pulled me under her and held onto the headboard as she slowly lowered herself onto me. We were completely naked and I was enjoying my view from beneath her. It was the first time we had completely shed out clothing. It was also the first time we were in a bed.

Everything felt slower as soon as I entered her. Usually it was rushed, lustful, and rough. But tonight was different. It was intimate, paced, and romantic.

I eventually rolled her over so she was lying on her back. Her legs were still around my waist. I let my weight fall onto her as I slowly, but forcefully thrust into her. She bit her lip and let out a loud moan against my cheek. I held one of her hands with mine above her head. She bit at my shoulder and I kept my lips pressed up against the skin just beneath her left eye. Our breath was hot on each other’s skin.

I lasted longer than I usually did. We reached our climaxes in unison, as we usually did. But this orgasm was much stronger than any other. Her toes curled against the back of my legs. Our hands that were clasped together squeezed onto each other. She dug the nails of her free hand into my shoulder as she let out a long, breathless moan. I kept my lips pressed up against hers with our mouths open.

I rolled off of her and stared up at the ceiling once we had finished. She turned so she was lying against me.

“Vic?” she said softly as she twirled the curled ends of my hair in between her fingers.

“Hmm?”

“Can you stay the night?” she asked quietly.

I sighed and looked at the clock on the table beside her bed. It was almost five-thirty and we would be leaving in half an hour.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I began to sit up. “I can’t. I’m being picked up at six to leave for the tour.”

She pouted a bit and then let out a small, “Oh. I was hoping we had more time before the cruise left.”

I was confused for a moment but cursed inside my head when I remembered that stupid lie. “Yeah,” I said quietly as I fumbled around the room to get dressed. I tossed my condom into the trashcan in the corner of her room before walked over to her exposed body. I wanted so badly to stay the night and fall asleep, naked, on the bed with her.

I bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed me back. “When will you be back?” she asked before I could leave the room.

“A couple of months,” I responded without turning around. I couldn’t look at her again.

“Have fun,” she said, quietly. I knew that this was the ending to us. I was going to leave for a couple of months, and surely she’d find another guy that could spend more time with her. A guy that wouldn’t lie about himself to her. A guy that could spend the night in her bed with her.

I turned around and reluctantly stared at her. “Goodbye, Eleftheria.”

“Goodbye, Vic.”

I pulled up to my house ten minutes before six. I ran into my bedroom to see Mike standing over my alarm clock with a fist smashing against it over and over again. He was still in his boxers and his hair was a mess.

“Shut, -smash- “The,” –smash­- “Fuck,” –smash- “Up.”

I rushed to his side and hit the button on the front to silence the alarm.

“This has been going off for almost an hour now.”

“How long have you being trying to turn it off?”

“Almost an hour now.”

I laughed at him as I rushed around my room to grab the last couple of things that couldn’t be packed the night before. I grabbed a few pillows from my bed, my cell phone charger, and toothbrush.

“Get dressed, dude,” I said. “It’s almost six.”

“Fuck that, I’m sleeping for ten more minutes,” Mike grumbled before going to exit my room. Just as he walked into his own room, the doorbell rang. Caused him to curse loudly through the house.

“Stupid fucking alarm…keeping me up…fucking tired…” Mike groaned around the house as he pulled on a pair of jeans and went to brush his teeth.

I opened the front door to see Jaime standing there. “Woah, look at you!” he said as he looked over my fully clothed body. “We’re not going on stage right now. Don’t you want to dress in your comfy travel clothes?” he laughed.

I gave him an awkward smile as I headed out the door with my belongings. I claimed the lowest bunk that was right across from Tony’s. He was already sleeping with the curtain shut. I crawled into my bunk let my head hit the pillow I set down. I always picked this bunk because it was the only one with a window. I loved looking outside and seeing the roads as we traveled across the country.

Mike was still bitching about my alarm clock as he threw his stuff into the bunk above Tony’s and climbed up. Jaime walked onto the bus making cheering noises as he sipped on a coffee.

“Spring fever tour!” he shouted over and over again.

We traveled through town to get to the freeway entrance, and I studied every inch of San Diego that I could – trying to hold onto my hometown for as long as I could before leaving it for the next few months. We drove passed a series of apartment complexes, and I immediately sat up a bit in my bunk to peer into the distance, looking for her.

And there she was. Leaning on the balcony railing of her apartment with a coffee mug nuzzled into her hands. She stared down at the cup before pulling It to her lips.

The bus turned off and entered the freeway. Jaime cheered again from the front of the bus and I continued to stare out my window, wishing that I could see her for just a second longer. But she was gone. And I was going to miss her more than I thought.

-

“Vic, dude, wake up. You’ve been sleeping for like fourteen hours now,” Jaime said while gently shaking my shoulder. “Come hang out with us, dude.”

I rolled over and looked at my phone to check the time. It was almost eight at night. Jaime was right, I had been sleeping all day and if he wouldn’t have woken me up, I would have continued to sleep until the next morning.

“That’s because he hasn’t been getting much sleep lately,” Mike winked. “Right, Vic?”

Jaime and Tony each looked at him with confused expressions. Mike suggestively wiggled he eyebrows. “Tell them, Vic,” he said with a smile. He meant no harm and was in no way trying to throw me under the bus, he was just trying to get me to be open because I was going to try and hide it from them.

Tony nodded his head as he realized that this was about. But he still didn’t know the full story.

“A girl?” Jaime exclaimed with shock on his face. ‘Vic, you got a booty call?”

I laughed a bit and sat up as I rubbed the back of my head. “I guess you could say that.”

“No way! Tell us all about her. How is she?” Jaime elbowed me with a smirk.

“She’s incredible,” I smiled as I thought about her. “I mean – the sex is fantastic. Fuck, I’ve never had sex that great in my life.”

Jaime and Tony laughed a bit.

“Tell them the story about the hat!” Mike egged me on eagerly. “Tell them! You guys gotta hear this.”

I sighed and told them about how I had her up on the balcony when she hit my hat off my head. Jaime and Tony both started laughing hysterically.

“On the balcony? Shit,” Jaime said. “I’m honestly shocked, I thought-“

“You thought he’d be more of a missionary man, right?” Mike interrupted. “That’s what I said to him!”

Jaime nodded and agreed with him.

“We only did missionary like once. And only for a little bit. I think one reason why the sex was so great was because we were always in interesting locations.”

“Tell us more,” Tony said as he sat down on the couch. We all sat down and they stared at me, waiting for me to tell my story.

I told them about all of the different places that we had sex and I told them about some of the positions that we were forced to do. Mike looked proud the entire time. Tony was laughing at my story. Jaime was in pure shock the entire time. It was fun to see their reactions and it felt great to get everything off of my chest. Well, almost everything.

“Are you going to see her again? She sounds awesome,” Jaime said with a smile. “Can we meet her?”

I sighed. “I don’t think we’re going to see each other again.”

“What? Why?” Mike asked. “Not even for sex?”

“Not even for sex.”

“But why?” Tony asked. “I can tell that you like her, Vic. You should try things out with her. Don’t give up just because we’re going to be away for a few months.”

“That’s the problem…” I sighed and turned away. I didn’t want to tell them about how stupid I was with the lie, but there was no turning back now. They all stared at me and waited for me to continue. “I didn’t tell her about the band.”

“What?” Mike asked, confused.

“How could you not?” Tony asked.

“Are you ashamed of us?” Jaime asked with a light smile.

I chuckled a bit. “I didn’t want her to treat me differently because I’m in a band, you know? And since she’s not from around here, she had no idea who I was and so I lied to her and told her that I’m a fucking guitarist on a cruise ship jazz band. How she bought that? I have no fucking idea. But it’s all fucked up now.”

I was shocked at how much information I had given. I was venting just a bit. I had been keeping all of this in for so long. It felt good to express my worries and hopefully the guys would have some advice for me.

“You’re fucked,” Mike said as he got up and left to head into the back.

“Don’t listen to him,” Tony said as he rolled his eyes. “Come clean, dude.”

“Yeah,” Jaime agreed. “Just tell her the truth and then explain why you lied. I’m sure she’ll forgive you.”

Mike called for us to go play some Xbox with him, but I waved the guys away and continued to sit on the couch and think. I wanted to tell Eleftheria the truth, because they were right. I did like Eleftheria and I did want more with her. I wanted to introduce her to all of my friends and I wanted to be able to spend time with her. I wanted to get to know her mind and not just her body. I wanted a relationship. And I wanted one with Eleftheria.

I was angry at myself, though. I hardly knew her at all, and here I was already convincing myself that I could make a relationship out of something that started in a bar in San Diego. I was fooling myself into thinking that I could handle a relationship. I was fooling myself into thinking that Eleftheria would understand why I lied to her, and I was fooling myself into thinking that she would even want a relationship with me.

Notes

A bit on the shorter side, sorry about that.
I hope you enjoy!

Check out my other stories. I'm working on a story for each one of the band members. This is what I've got so far:
"We Don't Make Sense" - Mike
"I Can Change Your Life" - Tony
Jaime story coming soon, hopefully.

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