September 5th, 1970

    I had been looking forward to today and Sunday since the German tour began; in fourteen days there had only had three without a performance so two days off in a row had been very anticipated.
    Unfortunately for my nonexistent weekend plans, we’d been told three days ago that the upcoming Friday night show had sold out and the venue in the Northwest end of Frankfurt, was willing to pay thirty percent more than Amoeba’s usual rate for a second night. The band had a meeting that lasted only minutes, and agreed, leaving Geoff to arrange the details with the venue.
    Tonight would be the second show, though the Dutch band hired to open each night for the next month had already gone ahead to Essen. A local band was asked to fill in and happily did so, putting on a decent show for the full house of raving fans.
    “You know something?” I asked Cameron. We were sitting at the far end of the room, watching everyone mingle backstage.
    “What’s that?” he asked, putting his arm around me and pulling me closer to him.
    I gave him a light kiss and smiled. “You’re the nicest man I’ve ever loved,” I confessed. “So, thank you for that.”
    Cameron chuckled, looking slightly puzzled. “I’m the nicest man you’ve ever loved?” he repeated. “I suppose you’re welcome, Emily. Though I didn’t do anything to be thanked for.”
    I raised my eyebrows and gave him a look that said not to argue with me. “You helped an old woman carry her groceries to her car last week.”
    “They were heavy,” he said adamantly.
    “See? You’re a wonderful person.”
    Cameron smiled widely and kissed me, his hand on my thigh. “And you aren’t?” he asked rhetorically.
    “All I know about me,” I said, lowering my voice, “is that when you’re sweaty like this… I have very little restraint,” I told him in a sly tone. My hand moved from his arm down to the waistband of his jeans. I tugged at them while keeping my eyes locked on Cameron’s.
    I felt, more than saw, his cheeks redden. My fingertips met the skin on his waist and he shifted a little on the sofa before taking a quick glance at the others in the room. “I think there’s a-”
    He stopped mid-sentence to watch me stand. I smoothed the skirt of the dress I was wearing, having taken advantage of the day’s unusually warm weather, and gave him a look that I knew would tempt him.
    I felt his eyes on me as I walked away from him, heading to the door at the end of the room. Once I crossed the threshold I continued walking, entering one of the other doors that led to dressing rooms.
    I only had time to hop onto the mirror-backed counter before the door, which I’d left ajar, swung open. Not surprisingly, it was Cameron, whose own face now had the sultry look I’d just given him.
    “Think hard about this,” he jokingly warned as he approached me.
    I let out a giggle and replied. “I can think of something hard…”
    It took Cameron only seconds to close the distance between us.
    His lips were on mine, urgent and fervent. His hands went to my waist and pulled my body closer to him, making me squeak.
    "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts," Cameron whispered, his lips trailing on my neck.
    "God, no," I breathed in a near moan.
    Cameron lifted the skirt of my dress and put his hands on my waist. "Good," he smirked. "Because I don't think I could stop."
    He pulled my panties off, nearly ripping them before tossing them onto the floor. He hooked my leg over his arm and put his free hand on the inside of my thigh.
    I groaned, pleading in my mind. Cameron must have heard me, because his hands went further up my skirt until he felt my warmth.
    I hummed in delight, leaning back. The noise I made only spurred him on; within minutes I felt like I was on fire. I reached down and fumbled with Cameron's zipper, but he moved my hands away and lowered both layers of fabric that separated us.
    His fingers flicked across my skin once more before he pressed himself against me, slowly going deeper.
    Our gazes locked and I saw the passion behind his eyes as he spared no time getting to work. Very quickly, we were panting, locked in an embrace that knew no bounds.
    "Lay back," Cameron instructed, before pulling me forward a few inches.
    "What are you doing?" I asked breathlessly.
    Instead of an immediate answer, he moved my legs so my ankles were against his shoulders. "Changing angle."
    With one thrust he was inside me once more, the gasp I let out turning into a groan. Cameron made a similar noise, his body hot against mine.
    Time was abstract and inconsequential; all that mattered in this moment was pleasure.
    "My God, Emily, you drive me absolutely wild," Cameron groaned, his hips moving faster than before.
    I could feel his need and knew mine was approaching as well. I hummed loudly, watching Cameron's face closely.
    He mumbled something I didn't hear clearly, but it didn't matter. His thrusts slowed slightly; we both knew what was coming.
    "Fuck," he groaned, his voice getting a little louder as he let out a moan.
    I felt his heat and it nearly made me explode. Cameron knew this, he slowed his movements as his body retreated from the frenzy of seconds ago.
    He chuckled, a quiet little laugh, before looking at me with a wide smile. He said nothing, but slowly stepped back from me and pulled his jeans back up.
    "What are you doing?" I asked again, this time feeling indignant.
    "I have a show to play," Cameron said, as if that made sense.
    "You have me to play," I answered without missing a beat.
    Another laugh escaped his lips. "We're on in five," he told me. Cameron bent down and picked my underwear up off the floor.
    "You're going to leave me here?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.
    "Oh, no," he replied in a serious tone. "I'll be back." Cameron leaned down, as if to lower my skirt, but instead gave me a flick of his tongue as a parting gift. I moaned in complaint; he smirked and gave me a sweet kiss before replacing my skirt.
    "I'll be back," he repeated, bringing my panties to his breast pocket and stuffing them in it. "But these are coming with me."