Chapter 3

After stepping outside. “Oh, Ben, what a car. So neat.” It was red with a black collapsable roof, and that’s all I knew about cars.

“Yeah, it’s a Mazda MX-5 convertible sports car. Would you like to drive with the top down?”

“Cool ... yeah, let’s do that.” Brownie points to Ben with the choice of car. He kissed me on the cheek, and we went to his car.

When we arrived at the pub the other members were setting up their gear. Ben introduced me to the band’s partners, the three girls and one guy I would be sitting with tonight.

Bang on eight, and the group started. Madison, the lead singer, had a terrific voice. She was good and looked hot, and every thirty minutes or so, they would take a break, come and sit with us, have a drink, and chat before going back on stage.

They played some top covers, worked well together, and when the backup vocals joined in, their harmony sounded so good. The four partners and I got on well, chatting, dancing, and making the night pass quickly, and before I knew it, it was ten thirty, and they were playing the last song. The band, plus a roadie, packed their equipment into a van, and by eleven Ben was driving me home.

We made small talk on the way back to my place, and he told me he lived in a one-bedroom flat, played basketball, and practised with the band two nights a week.

He pulled up in our driveway, and the moment of truth had arrived. “Ben, I’ve had a great night tonight. Thank you for inviting me, and if you still want me to be your girlfriend ... then ... yes. I would love to be your girl.”

“Oh, wow ... that’s fantastic.” He sealed things with a gentle kiss that gradually got hotter as he ran his hands up and down the sides of my body. My arms were around his neck when he pulled me across the front seat and my dress rode up my thighs. He put his hands under the back of my dress, grabbed my arse cheeks, and began rubbing and squeezing them.

After squeezing my butt, his hands were again all over my body, rubbing up and down my thigh, holding my face as we kissed, before lightly rubbing his hands across my boobs, then moving them to my thigh again, slowly rubbing them as he worked his hand higher under my dress until I felt his hand rub my pussy through my panties, I pulled back and grabbed his hand.

“Sorry, Ben, not tonight.”

I knew he would be disappointed, but he wasn’t going to take advantage of me on our first date.

He looked despondent when he ran his hand over his forehead before saying, “That’s okay. You know we guys are always testing to see how far a girl will go. I respect your right to say no.”