One Night Standards

The first one night stand I had was in Rhode Island. We were on tour coming from New York, stopping off in Rhode Island, and then heading all the way to the Northwest to Washington. Shows all the way.

Her name was Genevieve. Genevieve Chin. Chinese-American. Short bobbed hair. Chinky sweet eyes. Chubby cheeks. And a natural flair for flirting.

To be honest, if it weren’t for her aggressive nature, I wouldn’t have had sex with her that one night. But she was and we did.

Sometimes we didn’t stay in hotel rooms. Sometimes we’d stay with our hosts at their living spaces. Especially when we did shows at smaller Universities. They couldn’t afford to fly us out there, feed us, drive us around, AND house us. So to cut some costs, the people that hired us would have us stay with them.

Which made me think, if we were actually making some money doing this, how come the performers weren’t getting paid? But I brushed it aside, believing Tom knew what he was doing. After all, he was our king, my shogun. He was taking care of us all. Shit, who was I to complain? I was flying across America for free, getting fed for free, and getting some sex on the side to boot. What did it matter if I didn’t get paid. I was living the bohemian lifestyle!

That night, we played Monopoly. We were at Genevieve’s apartment. Her roommate Catherine Kim was there, too. So was Tom and Percy, another member of the theatre company. We played Monopoly for a good two hours. Then Catherine got a call from her boyfriend. He didn’t like the fact that Catherine was spending time with some actors from Los Angeles and really let her know how much he disapproved by breaking up with her right over the phone. Catherine was a little disappointed, but more relieved.

“He had a small penis anyway.” She said. We all laughed. And kept playing Monopoly.

Around midnight, Catherine decided to call it a night. Tom asked if he could see her room. Percy went to the couch, pulled the covers over his head, and said his good nights.

Genevieve looked at me through her long eyelashes. She half smiled. And it enveloped me.

“I’m going to take a shower before I go to bed.” She winked at me. I gulped.

She left the door to the shower ajar. She disrobed and let me see little hints of her curves. Just enough for my imagination to handle the rest. I could hear moans and groans coming from Catherine’s room.

This was getting pretty intense.

Genevieve finished. She walked out of the steamy bathroom with a towel loosely hanging on her body. Strands of wet hair clinging to those cheeks I eagerly wanted to bite. I got erect. So I just sat there. Staring.

“I’m going to sleep now, Xavier. I’ll see you in the morning.” She said, inviting.

She sauntered into her room, leaving her door ajar. She turned off her lights, and through the crack in the door, watched her slip the towel off her still-wet body, and lie in her bed. She could see me staring at her. She smiled a mischievous smile. A smile that suggested a few more hours of being awake couldn’t hurt anyone. Especially if it’s the arms of a stranger across the country.

“Dude.” Percy whispered to me. “If you’re not going in there, I will.”

I laughed to myself. This was really going to happen. A one night stand. My first one night stand. As a bohemian. As a Los Angeles rock star!

With her slender index finger, she called to me.

I stood up, my erection revealing my intentions. She smiled. Licked her lips. I walked into her room. Closed the door. And joined her in her warm, wet, bed.

As Genevieve and I began exploring each other, I could still hear the moans and groans coming from Catherine’s room.