“Sugar Pie Honey Bunch”

“Morning, sexy, made it to work on time?”

“Yes! :)”

“What no return compliment?”

“Like what?”

“Yes, stud.”

“Hmm.”

“Yes, handsome.”

“Hmm.”

“Yes, big boy.”

“Who said it’s big?”

“Lila! :p”

“I never told you it was big. :)”

“Fine. Yes, small boy, then.”

“Are you crying?”

“No. I know I’ve got a big dick.”

“Carter!”

“Are you asking to see a dick pic?”

“No!”

“. . .”

“Do not send me a dick pic.”

“I just wanted to hear you say dick.”

“You didn’t hear me say anything. I typed it. :p”

“Will you say it tonight?”

“At the concert?”

“No . . . later.”

“Later?”

“Don’t tell me no sex again tonight?”

“Carter, is that all you want me for?”

“I’m taking you to dinner tonight woman. That should answer that question.”

“Dinner isn’t really a date.”

“Did I say it was a date?”

“. . .”

“I’m joking. It’s a date. You don’t think it’s a good date?”

“It’s a bit boring.”

“Then I’m taking you to a show.”

“I’m coming to watch you perform. Not exactly the same thing.”

“So you want a properly thought out little adventure sort of thing?”

“Yes, please.”

“You’re not asking much of me, are you?”

“Nope. :)”

“Let me think of something.”

“Okay.”

“Are you free this weekend?”

“As in tomorrow and the day after?”

“That would be this weekend.”

“Maybe. Why?”

“I’ve got an idea for a date.”

“An all-weekend date?”

“Would that be a problem?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“I need to get some work done if I’m going to meet you for dinner tonight. :)”

“Okay. Go work.”

“Thanks, boss.”

“You can call me that tonight.”

I put the phone on my desk and smiled. I opened up my laptop and searched for fun date ideas. I had lied to Lila when I’d said I had an idea for a date. I had absolutely no ideas, but I did know I wanted to spend the weekend with her. I felt like I was on a natural high when I was around her. Even playing with the band felt more magical when she was in the room. There was something so infectious about her smile. She made me feel like a million dollars. When she’d gotten mad at me the night before and left the club without me I’d been so angry, and then I’d been so worried, and then Danielle had called me to tell me that I was an asshole and an idiot, and I’d known immediately that she was right.

I still thought that Dante wanted to sleep with her, but I couldn’t keep pushing it if she didn’t want to see it. I didn’t think I was jealous though. I was just looking out for her. It was a weird situation we were in. I’d woken up this morning and just stared at her beautiful face while she slept. I’d wanted so badly to touch her and make love to her. I’d been so hard. It had been torture spending the night with her and not being inside of her. I hadn’t spent the night in a woman’s bed and not had sex since college. In fact, I rarely ever spent the night. I wasn’t sure what had come over me.

A part of me thought she was like some sort of drug and soon I’d tire of her. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so I didn’t want to make any promises I couldn’t keep. I had to admit though that I was excited to spend the evening and the weekend with her. It would be fun. It had been a long time since I’d actually wanted to spend my alone hours with a woman. Normally, I hung out with Harley or Lucas and we jammed or went for a beer. I hadn’t been on a date in over a year. I’d hooked up with a couple of girls I’d met at gigs but only once or twice before dropping them. They’d all been so boring and vapid and talked about their hair and clothes. As if I cared. I didn’t need a woman to talk world politics, but she had to have some sort of brain.

“Hey.” I stood up as Lila walked into the restaurant. She walked to me with a wide smile and a light in her brown eyes. It was then that something hit me. A weird feeling in my stomach that twisted and turned and burned through the blood in my veins. I swallowed hard as she approached the table and reached forward to give me a hug.

“So sorry I’m late. I was running from the train station and then I went down the wrong street and got so lost.” She giggled and gave me a wry smile. “I suck with directions.”

A brief joke popped into my mind about sucking something else, but something in my brain dismissed it. That was an immature joke. I didn’t want her to think I was immature.

“I’m glad you made it.” I gave her a big hug, and she gave me a quick kiss on the lips and rubbed the top of my head.

“I need a drink and lots of food. Give me all the food.” She grinned. “It’s good here, right?”

“The best,” I said and waited for her to sit down before I sat. “What would you like to drink?”

“Red wine?” She shrugged. “That goes well with pasta, right?”

“Yeah.” I nodded and called the waitress over. “I’ll order some appetizers as well, okay?”

“Sure, sounds good to me.”

“Was work fun today?” I inquired truly wanting to know everything about her day, her life, everything there was to know.

“It was okay.” She shrugged and stifled a yawn. I looked at her face closely, and I could tell that she was tired. She’d had a long week; not helped by me and all our late nights. I bit my lower lip. Maybe it was selfish of me to be seeing her when my schedule meant I could only really see her late at night. My job as a musician would always have odd hours. There would be very few nights that I’d be able to actually see her and take her on dates. I couldn’t give her any sort of normal dating situation even if I wanted to, and I was thinking that I wanted to date her. And not just as a test to see how it went. This moment felt momentous. I wasn’t sure why, but I knew that Lila was someone special. It scared me slightly. I didn’t want to think about it too deeply. This was going to be our fourth night in a row together. Surprisingly, that didn’t scare me. What worried me more was how I felt at the thought of not spending a night with her? How had she become so important to me so quickly?

“Ooh, I’m so full.” She rubbed her stomach and groaned as we walked out of the restaurant. “I feel like I can barely walk.”

“Do you want me to carry you to the bar?”

“No.” She pushed me slightly as she shook her head vehemently. “There’s no way I want you to try to carry me.”

“Try to carry you?” I faked offense. “Do you think I don’t have muscles?”

“Do you think you need muscles to carry me?” Her face looked distraught, and for a few seconds I thought I had really upset her until she started laughing. “Oh my, you should see your face, Carter. Of course, I know you have muscles. I just don’t want you carrying my fat ass down Eighth Avenue after I’ve just stuffed my face with lasagna and bread. Oh, yeah and a Caesar salad that was one of the most delicious salads that I’ve ever had in my life.”

“You weigh nothing.” I rolled my eyes at her. That was obviously a lie, but I had learned from Danielle that you never mentioned a woman’s weight. I guess that had been one perk of growing up with a sister.

“That’s a lie that my doctor would not agree with.” Lila laughed and linked hands with me. “Let’s head to your show. Which way, Maestro?”

“This way,” I said as I led her down the brightly lit streets of New York. I wanted to tell her that I was glad she wasn’t stick thin. I wanted to tell her that I loved her curves, that her ass made me hard just looking at it, that I loved rubbing my hand across her stomach and down her hips, that she was all woman, but I had a feeling my words would get lost in translation. I didn’t know how to tell her that I loved her body just the way it was. And I didn’t want her to think that I thought that should be good enough. That my approval should make her love her body. I knew it didn’t work that way, and I didn’t want to give her another reason to put me on the naughty list. “So I have a little surprise for you,” I said as I stopped and hailed an Uber.

“What?” Her eyes narrowed at me. “Isn’t the show around here?”

“It is, but we’re going somewhere else first.”

“Oh, Carter.” She bit down on her lower lip, and her eyes glowed. “You’re such a bad boy.”

“I am,” I said, and I just laughed. I knew that she thought that I was taking her somewhere to fit in a quick hookup or something, but I wanted her to know that this was about more than sex for me.

“Did you get a hotel room or something?” She looked at her watch. “Because we don’t have time to go back to Brooklyn and then head back here, even if we take Ubers both ways.”

“Ye, of little faith,” I teased her as we got into the back of the Uber. “Come here,” I said as I pulled her closer to me in the back of the car. I knew that she wasn’t a huge fan of public displays of affection, but I wanted to feel her next to me. “You’re so sexy,” I whispered in her ear. “Can you blame me for wanting you all the time?” My hand reached down to her leg and squeezed her knee. “Thanks for giving me a second chance. I know I was an idiot last night.”

“It’s okay,” she said, and I held my breath as I felt her hand on my thigh, sliding up. “I guess this is a crazy situation,” she said, and I wasn’t sure if she was talking about this moment right now in the car or generally. Her hand was now at the front of my pants rubbing gently, and I stifled a groan as I could feel myself growing hard.

“Lila.” I grabbed her hand and gave her a look.

“Yes, Carter?” she said innocently.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?” I was trying to keep my voice low so as not to garner any attention from the driver. What I really wanted to do was hike up her skirt and lay her flat on the back seat or have her sit on my lap and unzip my pants. I stopped my thoughts as I was just making myself harder. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you, Lila?”

“Now why would you say that?” She bit down on her lower lip and then licked her lips slowly. “I’m a good girl.”

“Grr.” I couldn’t stop myself, and I grabbed her face and brought her toward me and gave her a deep kiss. “I want you,” I whispered against her lips as the driver pulled up to our stop. “Thanks.” I nodded to the grinning driver as I opened the door and waited for Lila to step out of the car.

“Um, where are we?” She looked around the street and frowned. “I don’t see any hotels.”

“We’re not going to a hotel,” I said and grabbed her hand. “Come with me.” I led her into a cute small shop called, Sugar Sweet Sunshine Bakery and walked her over to the cupcake counter. “They make the best cupcakes in New York here. Better than Magnolia, better than Sprinkles, better than any cupcakes anywhere else.”

“Ooh.” She gasped and stared at the selection of cupcakes with an excited expression on her face that made me think of a kid seeing Santa for the first time. “You brought me to get cupcakes?”

“I know you love dessert, and I wanted you to have the best. I asked around the office and this place was recommended,” I said, and I was rewarded by the happy delight in her eyes.

“Oh, Carter.” She hugged me. “Thank you, this is awesome.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m going to reward you tonight.” She winked at me and then turned back to the cupcake display. “I don’t know which one to get.”

“Get as many as you want.” I placed my hand on her back. “They all look delicious.”

“Which one are you getting?” She looked at me briefly with a small smile.

“Oh, I don’t want a cupcake for dessert.” I winked at her. “There’s no way they can taste as sweet as you do.”

“Carter.” She blushed bright red as the saleslady had chosen that exact moment to come over to serve us. “I’ll have one of those, please.” She pointed to a plain vanilla cupcake with a pink buttercream frosting. “And one of these.” She looked at me guiltily as she pointed to a red velvet cupcake as well.

“Anything else?”

“No, no thanks,” she said, and I pulled out my wallet. She shook her head to say no, and I gave her a look to silence her. “But you paid for dinner, I don’t want you to pay for this as well, you’re not even getting any.”

“This is my treat, Lila. Tonight I’m trying to show you that I can be a gentleman sometimes.” I laughed. “And part of being a gentleman and wooing a lady is to treat them.”

“Carter, that sounds so old-fashioned. This isn’t the fifties.” She rolled her eyes at me, but I could see she was happy. And that made me happy. I didn’t recognize myself as I stood there. I had never been this sickly sweet sort of guy. Never. It certainly didn’t go with my rock star image. My boys wouldn’t even believe it was me if they saw me now, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Lila wasn’t pushing me for anything serious; she wasn’t trying to force my hand. This was easy and fun. And we were both still able to live our normal lives. If our relationship continued like this forever, I didn’t see any reason to want to stop it. The lyrics to the song, “Sugar Pie Honey Bunch” filled my mind, and a part of me wanted to sing it to her but I stopped myself. I didn’t mind being sweet, but that song was way too sentimental for this moment.

“Are you guys having fun tonight?” I shouted out to the crowd. The bar was packed, and we had a sold-out show.

“Of course, they’re having fun. We’re fucking rocking,” Harley shouted as he played the drums. “You’re killing it tonight, Carter,” he shouted, and I just grinned. I could see Lila sitting at a table to the right of the stage, and she was dancing, and singing along to every song with a huge smile on her face. I’d told the bartender to ensure she was never without a drink and whatever else she wanted. I wanted tonight to be perfect.

“Hey, sexy,” a voice called out from the front of the stage and I looked down. It was Zola, an actress that I’d had a brief flirtation with for the last couple of months. She would come to shows and we’d banter back and forth, but I’d never actually taken her out.

“Hey.” I waved down to her and watched as she put her hands up in the air and swayed back and forth as if she was a stripper. Her long black hair hung down her back, and she had striking green eyes that were giving me come-fuck-me vibes. I smiled at her as she did her little dance for me, her breasts almost popping out of her tight white crop top. Her olive skin glowed in the light of the bar, and I couldn’t deny that she was beautiful, but I just felt nothing for her. It didn’t even matter to me. I looked over to the bar and saw Lila sitting there watching me on the stage, her eyes slightly narrowed as she gazed at me and Zola. She’d noticed the little dance then, and she didn’t seem happy. This made me inexplicably happy. So I wasn’t the only one that didn’t appreciate the other sex giving either of us unwanted attention.

“We’re going to take a quick break, folks, but we’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” I said, and the crowd groaned as the bartender turned his R&B mix on for the interval. I headed off of the stage to go to talk to Lila, but Zola stepped in front of my path.

“Hi, Carter,” she said running her hand down the front of my shirt. Her fingernails were long and red. “Good to see you.” She leaned over to hug me and pushed her breasts into my chest as she stroked the side of my face, her eyelashes batting furiously as she looked at me.

“You too. How’s it going?” I asked her politely.

“Great. I’m headed to Chicago next week to film a TV pilot for NBC.” She grinned. “I’m super excited, but I don’t want to leave New York.”

“You’ll be back though?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know when.” She pouted, and she moved closer to me. “So, I was thinking tonight would be a good night for us to finally get to know each other.”

“Oh yeah?” I said and looked down at her obviously plastic breasts that were pressing into my chest.

“Yeah.” She ran her hands down the sides of my arms. “I don’t live far from here and . . .”

“Carter, there you are.” Lila’s voice interrupted Zola as she walked over to us. “I was looking for you.” She gave me a tight smile and then looked at Zola. “I’m Lila, and you are?”

“Zola.” Zola’s voice was full of distaste. “Carter and I were just making plans for . . .”

“Come here, big boy,” Lila said, and before I knew what was happening she was pulling me toward her and kissing me in front of everyone. I didn’t know what was going on, but I wasn’t going to say no. I put my arms around her waist and kissed her passionately, my hand sliding down her back to her ass as she pressed herself into me. I felt her hands on my shoulders and then in my hair, and I groaned as she started sucking on my tongue. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Zola’s face looking disbelieving and disgusted as she walked away, and I knew that was exactly what Lila had wanted to happen.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” I groaned into Lila’s ear as I pulled away slightly, feeling hard. I grabbed her hand and pulled it down to the front of my pants. “You see how hard you’ve got my cock.”

“Let’s do something about it then,” she said as she squeezed it slightly and kissed me again. “Let’s fuck.”

“What?” My eyes widened in shock. “I’m on a fifteen-minute break. I can’t leave now.”

“We don’t have to leave.” She shook her head and grabbed my hand. “Come with me.” She pulled me toward the back of the bar toward the restrooms. By luck, there happened to be a vacant restroom, and she pulled me inside with her before locking the door behind us.

“Are you sure?” I was shocked. There was no way she wanted me to fuck her in the restroom, was there? I mean, I was down for it. I’d just never thought she would be.

“Sh,” she said as she pushed me back against the door and started kissing me again. Her hand reached for my zipper and pulled it down. I groaned as she freed my cock through the slit in my boxer shorts and the feel of her warm hands on me almost made me come right away. She dropped to her knees and then took me in her mouth, sucking me hard and long. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the door as her head bobbed up and down and her fingers played with my balls. I knew I was close to coming, so I pulled her away. I didn’t want to come just yet. I reached for her blouse and undid the buttons and then caressed her breasts before pulling the cups of her bra down so that I could suck on her nipples. She moaned loudly as I sucked on her right nipple, and my hand moved down to pull her skirt up. I slipped her panties to the side and started rubbing her. She was already wet, and I slipped a finger inside of her. She grabbed the back of my head, and her body started squirming as I slipped another finger in and moved them back and forth quickly.

“Oh Carter,” she cried out. “Please.”

“Please, what?” I looked at her face that was full of desire. “What do you want, Lila?”

“I want you inside of me.” She moaned. “Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I turned her around and bent her over the sink and moved my cock to her wetness and rubbed the tip against her clit for a few seconds. It was wet and ready, and I slid myself into her hungrily. She felt like heaven as I thrust into her, and as I moved back and forth she moved her hips as well, and I could feel my load building up.

“Faster,” she cried out as she gripped the side of the sink. “Oh, yes, that’s it,” she said as I grabbed her hips and slammed into her, my cock almost falling out of her at the speed I was going. I slowed down for a few seconds and let her feel the full depth of my cock as I thrust into her with every inch of my being. She started moving her hips back and forth and slamming her ass back into me and so I increased my speed again.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” I grunted as I continued slamming into her, and it was then that I felt her orgasming on my cock, her walls tightening in on me. I reached forward to rub her clit to intensify her orgasm, and then I felt myself coming long, hard, and deep inside of her. I continued thrusting for about ten more seconds and then pulled out of her and turned her around. “That was so hot,” I muttered against her lips as her eyes fluttered looking dazed and ecstatic. I kissed her hard, and then as I realized the time I pulled away. “Shit, I have to go back on stage. Is that okay?” She just nodded at me with a small smile. “We’ll finish this when we get home,” I said as I grabbed a tissue and wiped off my cock, and then zipped my pants back up.

“I can’t wait.” She grinned, and I leaned forward to kiss her again before exiting the restroom and going back on the stage, feeling higher than I had in years.