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get it to stop tripping the breaker. Finally, the tracks recorded choppy. It was a lesson that Murphy’s Law applied everywhere.
    The rest of the session went smoothly, equipment-wise at least. Jon was particular about how he wanted background vocals to sound. He wanted me to do some as well, which I rarely did.
    By the time we got to Shenanigans in Baltimore that evening, we were almost late. Giovanni and Chris went inside to change, immediately. I was sorting through the bag I had packed. In our haste to get to the gig on time, I didn’t grab everything.
    “Crystal, something wrong?” Chad asked standing next to the open passenger door.
    I sighed. “I forgot my damn brush.”
    “I have one, baby. Relax.” He placed his hands on my waist. “Come on. Before Giovanni changes his mind.” Then he lifted me up and placed me on the ground.
    I followed him to the ladies’ room. It had a small lounge area with a couch, so we put our things down on it. As usual, we got dirty looks from the girls in there and ignored them. I started to empty my bag as Chad undressed.
    A female voice said, “Nice.”
    Then I turned back. Chad was in his boxers, stretching. My breath caught for a few seconds. I watched his defined arms, chest and abdomen. His biceps were not as big as Giovanni’s, but still sexy. Then I looked down to his legs, so strong. I didn’t know how much I missed seeing and feeling his body. I shook my head and forced the sudden memories away.
    I slipped off my shoes and pants and heard Chad sigh. “What?”
    “You have my favorite panties on.”
    “Sorry.” I hadn’t realized I was wearing them. I pulled my shirt over my head and it got caught in the back. “Chad, I’m stuck.”
    I felt his fingers work on freeing me while his body pressed against mine a bit. His cock grew as he moved his hips against me. Then he unhooked the convertible bra, and one of my breasts fell out of the bottom.
    “Chad, my boob’s hanging out now.” I smiled, not caring if anyone saw. I just wanted Chad to think about it.
    “Sorry, baby, the hook is…. Damn this fucking thing.” Then he reached around and put his hand over my exposed breast. He squeezed it a bit then whispered, “I love your tits so much.” He exhaled on my neck. “This ain’t working.” Suddenly my top and bra were off.
    “Chad!” I shouted and turned around.
    He sighed as he looked down at me in only panties. “Hot as ever. Forget the shirt.” He tossed it on the couch and backed me up against the wall. “Baby, he won’t know.” His hand ran over my ass. “I need you bad. I gotta slide into you, please. I’ll keep your panties on. No one’ll see much.”
    “I knew they had a thing going,” a girl passing the lounge told her friend.
    I looked at Chad, who was crouched down a bit. “We’re not having sex again.” He was rubbing his erection against my panties.
    “See, I told you.” The same voice again.
    I closed my eyes, aching for him. “Chad, I’m sorry.” Then quieter, “I just can’t cheat on him. He’s not Noah. You know I love him.”
    “I know.” He softly kissed my lips. “But can he make you feel like I do?”
    I didn’t answer because I couldn’t say yes. Chad and I had something different and incomparable. It wasn’t just their size difference. Giovanni made me feel incredible, awesome and so loved, but he wasn’t Chad. My best friend knew me like a book and could anticipate almost my every need. That had to be it: familiarity.
    After exhaling loudly, I gently pushed Chad away. I looked down. His massive erection was making his boxers stick out. I quickly put my hand over his cock and held it to his body.
    “Baby, just rub it, please,” he begged.
    “No, I just don’t want any girls to see you this way.”
    “You’re jealous.” He laughed. “You do still want me.”
    Then I heard giggling. I hoped Giovanni didn’t find out what was going on, although it was innocent on my part. When the bathroom got quiet