Gina was still getting her makeup on when the phone rang. She strutted over to the bed and picked up her cell. She did a little dance when she saw the caller. "Hello?"
"Babe, it's Skylar," came the familiar voice. "You're still coming to watch our set, right?"
Gina sat on the bed, holding the phone with one hand and starting to stroke herself with the other. She loved the sound of his voice.
"Yeah, honey," she purred. "I'm just getting myself ready." She crossed her legs over and let her thick thighs rub against each other. "This will be our third date, babe. You know what that means, right?"
Gina had let Skylar get to second base on their last date, and she only held back out of tradition. She laid back and started rubbing her thigh.
"I want you, hot stuff," Gina moaned. She realized that her sexy talk was minor leagues, but she also knew that guys were just dopey enough to like just about any attempt.
"I'll catch you then," he said, and hung up. Gina sat up and dropped her phone on the bed, giggling.
Skylar played in a band twice a week at the college pub. Gina had been dying to hear him play, but Skylar tried to brace her for the quality. He said there was a reason they never went pro, and so far they had only a few original songs. It did not matter to Gina, as she had never had anyone serenade her before. Skylar sang a few bars for her on their last date, but he insisted it sounded better when he had instrumental backup.
Gina bounced back into her bathroom and finished the touches on her makeup, then went back to the bedroom to select out her underwear. She figured she had better wear something extra nice, since she would be showing it off. She settled on a lace bra and panties set, then slipped them on. She looked in her mirror and gave the bra straps a few good tugs, seeing if she would stay in it.
She then did a quick turn to check her ass. The panties covered up just about enough. She went to her closet and selected a spaghetti-strapped red number she kept for such occasions.
She held it up to her body and looked in the mirror, then froze. "Shit," she said. "There's going to be a bunch of drunk college boys there." She stared, then shrugged. "Perfect."
After getting into her dress, Gina got out her red pumps and her sneakers. She was not about to risk driving her new car in high heels, and would change them once she got to the college campus. She managed to find a parking spot a few hundred feet away from the bar, and almost lost her mind at the rate she had to pay to park. "College should be free for these prices!" she said to a passer-by as she paid at the meter.
Gina walked all the way over to the bar, then paid the cover to get in. There was already a live act on, and Gina did not recognize the song despite them being a cover van. She started to feel old already.
She made her way over to a spare table. "Hi girls," Gina said, trying to sound as lively as possible, despite her already aching feet. "Mind if I sit down?"
The three girls looked like they turned twenty-one yesterday. They were dressed in enough collegiate apparel to let you know how smart they were.
"Hi!" the blonde one said. "Have a seat!"
"Thanks," said Gina, getting comfortable. "It's really crowded in here tonight."
The black one spoke. "Is your son going to school here?"
Gina sat there with her mouth hung open.
The brunette smacked the black one in the arm. "Chanelle! Don't talk to her like that. She might be going to school here. It's never too late to go back to college."
Gina tapped her fingernails on the table. "How about this—I buy a pitcher, you tell me I look twenty-nine."
The girls became more agreeable to talk to once they started to get a bit lubricated. "So you're dating a musician? Awesome!" said Kieran, the blonde.
The brunette, Abby, finished off her glass. "We really needed to get out. Finals are next Wednesday, and I am stressed. Second year is killing me."
"You girls will get over it once you get out in the real world," Gina assured them. "That's when you find out how worthless your degrees are."
All three girls looked at each other with worry. "Is it bad out there?" asked Chanelle.
Gina took a sip. "Ah, I'm just fucking with you. You're all pretty, so you'll be fine."
"Why do guitar guys always look so hot?" asked Abby as she rested her chin on her hands.
"Because they look like they have huge dicks when they're holding guitars," replied Gina, taking another big drink.
Abby's eyes went wide. "No way!"
Gina pointed to the stage. "Look for yourself."
The three younger girls watched as the singer and lead guitar wailed away. He was definitely using his hips to thrust the guitar back and forth.
"Fuck!" exclaimed Chanelle. "How'd I never notice that before?"
"You notice a lot of stuff when you become an old lady like myself," Gina assured them.
The band that was playing had stopped and left to moderate applause, and Skylar's band took the stage. Gina tapped Abby on the arm. "This is him!"
Skylar slung his guitar over his arm and gave a few tweaks to get it in tune. He looked far out and saw Gina sitting at the table, then pointed and smiled. Gina clapped her hands rapidly.
Gina and her new friends listened while Skylar belted out three songs. Two of them Skylar had written personally, although Gina recognized the bridge from one of the songs from a pretty well-known group. After they finished, Skylar was about to leave the mic stand when he gestured for Gina to come backstage.
Gina scribbled down her number on a napkin and handed it to Abby. "Keep in touch," she said. The girls all said thanks for the pitcher, and Gina dashed off to get backstage.
Skylar was putting his guitar back in its case as the other two band members were leaving. He noticed Gina. "Hey, all right!" he said. He stood up as she approached, and they laced their fingers together as they kissed.
"You were wonderful up there," Gina said softly. "Ooh, you're a bit sweaty."
Skylar was in his late twenties, and Gina was thrilled to get with another younger guy. She lifted her leg up and wrapped it around Skylar's leg. He held on with one hand and started to play with her ass with the other.
"Oh, baby, we should slow down," panted Gina, putting her forehead on his chest.
"I have an idea," said Skylar. He let go of Gina, then went over to a door. "I can lock this thing up."
