The Morning After

Felt myself slowly comming to. Damn, was I tired.
Hmm, where was I? This was not my room.
I felt someone stirring next to me. Slowly the memories from last night came back to me. I'd been at a club with a friend. She had been picked up and I'd been left without a place to sleep. Someone how I'd ended up following this guy I'd danced with. He'd been pretty nice, and quite good looking too. And I was desperate for a place to sleep. The busses to where I lived had stopped going by the time I realised I needed to go home.
And it wasn't that bad either.
I let myself drift of to sleep again. Damn, was I tired.
A while later, I had no idea if it was minutes or hours a shrilly ringing of a phone blasted through my sleep.
Groaning I tried to ignore it. The guy I'd spent the night with didn't. He got out of bed and searched the floor for his trousers. His mobile was in the pocket.
"Yeah?" He answered it.
I could hear the person on the other side saying something but not what.
"Mhm..What do you think?" he replied. "I told you I was going out, 'member?"
He sounded annoyed. If that was his mum I couldn't get out of here soon enough. With that thought in mind I started scanning the room for my clothes.
A few minutes later he hung up. By that time I was half-dressed. I'd gotten my bra and skirt back on. He was just in his boxers.
"Morning," he said to me. "Regreting last night?"
Made me think a bit. Did I? Not really.
I told him that.
He smiled. He had a really nice smile.
"Do you?" I asked him.
"Of course not," he told me and came close enough to kiss me. After a few seconds he did kiss me.
"You're gorgeus," he whispered.
I blushed a bit.
"Who was that on the phone?" I asked to change the subject.
"My manager," he said and rolled his eyes.
"Manager?" I echoed. "Manager for what?"
"My band," he answered and looked away, blushing. I didn't think he was lying, cos he hadn't mentioned that last night and that was the kind of thing that guys would lie about to get laid.
"Any band I've heard about?" I asked him.
He told me the name of the band and I just froze. No no no no no no no no no! That can't be true! Any band but that!
"Heard of you?" he asked me a bit worried. I must've looked terrified.
"Let me put it this way," I said and flopped down on the bed. "I proably know your songs as good as you do."
I couldn't look at him. I felt like such a... such a groupie.
He lit up a little at my comment. That guy sure didn't have a poker face.
"How come you didn't realise I was who I am?" He asked me. "You must like us if you know all our songs."
"Like? More like you guys are my favourite band ever, but I don't care the slightest about your private lives, I hardly even know the names of any of you." I explained. "Well, I know yours now"
"Oh," was all he said, "But what's wrong?"
"Wrong? I slept with the drummer in my favourite band!" I exclaimed.
"So?" He said.
"I feel like such a groupie," I said, less loud. I couldn't look at him, so I kept staring at my top lying a few feet away. It was black, and even though you couldn't see it from where I sat and how it had just been thrown at the floor I knew it was a halterneck.
He sat down in front of me and forced me to look at him.
"You didn't know who I was, thus you can't be a groupie," he told me. And kissed me again.
He was a damn good kisser.
I kissed him back.
My body remebered last night. He wasn't only good at kissing. My armes snaked around his neck. His hand got entangled in my hair.
His lips wandered down my neck.
"If we go further now I'll be a groupie," I whispered. I did want to go further, which was the worst part.
"Forget who I am?" he proposed.
"I can't,"
I pulled away and hugged myself.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
He moved and sat down beside me.
"It's ok," he said and hugged me.
This time it was me who kissed him first. He was a little surprised at first, but quickly kissed me back. My arms once more found their way around his neck; his lips once more found their way down my neck. One of his hands got tangled in my hair yet again.

We didn't go further than making out that morning/day/whatever. I will never tell any of my friends who it was I slept with that night. I don't really regret it, but thinking back I'd never do it again.
Later the same day after I'd left his hotel room I was at the real reason they'd come to this town. Their gig. Or show. Or whatever. I mean, the band was big!
I loved every second of their show, even when the drummer asked for the mic and just wanted to tell us that he'd seen one of the most gorgeus girls ever in this town and she was definitely not a groupie.
The younger girls in the audience swooned. I blushed a little, but quickly forgot about it when they started playing again.
I really did love thier songs!