I'd protested at first, not with any real conviction because we both knew I'd follow him into the fires of hell if he asked but just because I felt I ought to. Why we had to go and see an 80's goth band attempting to revive a moribund career was beyond me and seemed to be a waste of an evening that could be spent in far more interesting endeavours. Such as having his thick cock deep inside me.
We looked out of place walking up to the venue, a distinct lack of facial piercings and torn black clothing. Everyone else had clearly not bought any new clothes since 1985 and quite a few smelled of 1985 as well. Even the security guards looked fed up, they'd obviously figured out they were going to have a boring night with this collection of depressed individuals moping around to slow heavy music.
We went inside and I tried to see, peering through the gloom in search of a light that might indicate a bar. I wanted to ask why we were here but knew I'd receive a cryptic answer I'd have to figure out and I didn't quite feel like doing that yet. I snuggled into him as he put his arm round me, reached for a highly satisfying kiss, then let him lead me into the darkness.
At least getting served was easy, most of the patrons seemed incapable of doing anything except stare at the floor so we got drinks. The low key atmosphere was strangely relaxing and I was starting to enjoy being close against him in the darkness. Amongst so many people we were actually totally alone, nicely anonymous. I started a developing passionate kiss which was going nicely when it was rudely interrupted by a confusing collection of sounds that were apparently the support band.
As a mood killer they were excellent. As anything else they were a diabolically large headache, too loud, totally tuneless and displaying all the energy of a dead hedgehog on Valium. I expressed roughly this point of view and was rewarded with a conciliatory but highly erotic kiss. There was a certain intensity to it which made me think for a second he had more in mind but he simply held me to him. Occasionally people would bump into us in the darkness, the easiest way to cope was to hold each other close and I wondered if he'd known that would be the case.
After several years of ear splitting pain the band finished and presumably shuffled off the stage with the same lack of intensity they had displayed all evening. My ears dared to return to something approaching normality, just in time to catch him saying we needed to get to the front early before the rush began. The idea of this crowd rushing anywhere made me smile, it was clear that walking pace exacted enough effort and it's hard to go anywhere quickly when your eyes are fixed to the floor. Still I let him take my hand and lead me, life had yet to be boring with him and so despite outward appearances I doubted it would be now.
We got right to the front, looked at the dimly lit stage, breathed too much stale dry ice. He positioned me right up against the cold metal barrier, then lined himself behind me. I felt his arms around me and leaned back against him as he gently kissed my neck. This was good, tingles of feeling ran through me and I reached back to feel his shoulders. No-one seemed to care, people came and took positions next to us as though we were a statue already in place, our little space was our own.
