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“Yeah,” I said.
“Good. I was hoping to get your mouth full,” he said casually.
I shivered at the possible double meaning. “Me too,” I said, honestly.
“Wait until you taste dessert,” my crush said with a roguish wink.
My pussy nearly melted. He could have been making small talk to prologue the moment, but there was a good chance that Aden also wanted what I did. Not to knock the lovely food.
It really did impress me what a renaissance man Aden was. A brilliant artist and culinary genius who clearly had a lot going on in his head. That would go a long way in explaining why he was usually so quiet. He was generally thinking.
I wondered what other talents Aden was hiding. Was he also an architect designing buildings in town? Was he a world-class concert pianist doing a few performances a year in concert halls, decked out in a tie and tuxedo? While it seemed the least likely, this last notion got me even more excited. Aden dressed like James Bond, caressing the keys of a sleek, black grand piano the way I longed for him to touch me.
“Do you like music?” I asked, my voice quivering slightly.
“Oh, sure, my record collection is huge. Well, it was. Most of it is on MP3 now. I still have a few CDs, mostly autographed collector’s editions and even a handful of vinyl. Mostly from the time when they were the main form of recording.”
“You have original pressings?” I asked, nearly choking on a prawn.
“Only a few. Mostly early ‘90s Black Metal. Mayhem, Dark Funeral, that kind of thing. I’m a bit of a purist, I must confess. It just doesn’t sound right in digital transfer. Removes some of the spirit.”
I was oddly touched. Aden’s meticulous attention to detail really did extend to every aspect of his life. Even the music he liked to listen to. I’d never been much of a Metal girl, but that could partly be because Cooper was way into it as a teen, and I had gotten overexposed. Though I had never heard of the bands Aden mentioned, I was starting to get curious.
“Do you play?” I asked as Aden did the dishes.
“Video-games?”
“Music.”
“Oh, yeah, I mean, I dabble on bass.”
I couldn’t tell if he was being falsely modest or genuinely humble. Though the latter seemed more likely. He clearly had talents galore, but I had never heard him boast about them. Given his track record, ‘I dabble’ could very well mean that he used to tour with a band.
“Will you play me something?”
“Sure,” Aden said, turning off the tap and placing the last plate into the dish rack.
I followed him to the far corner of the living room, where he seemed to conjure a solid-body Rickenbacker bass and an amp from behind one of the many bookshelves.
“You hide it?” I blurted.
“Yeah, otherwise, I have to put up with the invariable surprise when people see it. I don’t cook for people often either.”
I couldn’t help but feel honored. I didn’t know if he saw something in me or was just making an exception, but knowing it wasn’t something my crush didn’t do for just anyone made me feel special.
The amp hummed softly as Aden flicked it on and plugged in the bass. I had never really thought much about the bass. Mostly because of the two-chord stylings of most of the bands I knew. Aden set me straight in a hurry, actually playing chords and riffs, making something that sounded like a much deeper guitar. A couple of lines of which put me in mind of Motorhead or even Joy Division. Peter Hook was widely regarded as redefining how the bass was played in a rock context, making it the main melodic instrument. Several Joy Division songs didn’t really have much in the way of guitar, if at all. Guitarist Bernard Sumner exclusively played synthesizer on “Love Will Tear Us Apart.”
Just as my heart and pussy were beginning to melt, unsure I could be any more attracted to Aden than I was right then, he clicked off the amp, gently replacing the bass to its stand and swooped me up into his arms.
Overjoyed, I thought for a second that he would carry me to the bedroom, but, apparently, he couldn’t wait either, laying me out on the neatly cleaned table. It felt hard under me, but I soon got used to it.
Taking me gently the ankles, Aden pushed my legs back and apart, my skirt riding up, revealing the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties, leaving my tight little pussy exposed.
“No panties,” Aden observed, running his thumb gently along my lower lips.
“Yeah,” I confirmed breathlessly.
“Naughty girl.”
