"Honestly, I don't think I could have done this without you. I was soscared. And so excited, of course, but... Being in public, like this.It's so wond...erful."I stood up and went to her, wrapping my arms around her middle andpressing myself into her fleshy behind. Just being near to her again,smelling her perfume, enjoying the girlishness of her figure, meant Iquickly sprang back to life. I kissed down her neck, sneaking glancesdown the front of her chemise."Help me," she said, lifting her arms. You know how your brain immediately jumps to the worst case scenario, even though somewhere inside you know that what you’re thinking is almost statistically impossible. But your brain doesn’t care. It always thinks the worst thing first.And that’s what I thought when I opened the door. I thought she was having an affair. I had no idea who it would be with, no one came to mind, but the way she was moaning, I was sure there was someone up there going to town on her.Now, some people might have. “Hey, you’re really good. That was amazing. Where’d you learn to sing like that?” Gabe’s father asked. “From my mom,” I said. “She loved jazz and that’s all we ever listened to.” He said he had a gig Saturday and asked if I would like to sing with his trio. “I gotta work Saturday,” I said, “But maybe I can get off early.” “You’ve got to. You’re damn good. Wait until the guys I play with hear you.” “Cool, I can’t wait,” I said looking at him then at Gabe. I was excited and scared. “The place. I looked at Aubrey. Her black hair and tan face with sleepy eyes. Her full round breasts. Her flat tummy. While I was looking her over, she flipped the sheet back and uncovered herself all the way down.“I’m sorry.”“Go ahead and look. I was feeling you up. Least I can do is give you an eyeful,” she said. She had a tuft of dark hair that concealed her pussy lips. She had wide hips and shapely legs. I breathed a huge sigh.“I guess I was just curious. I didn’t mean to make a big issue out of.