The week went by and not a day passed that I did not think about sending Valerie a message. I was having a hard time deciding whether I wanted to have anything to do with her or not.
On Saturday, being alone at home, curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to do a little snooping. I got my laptop and opened her web channel.
Half of her videos were of her drumming, explaining to her viewers how to perform specific sections of their songs. To be fair, I could hardly single out the drums track in the finished piece, but seeing her work on them step-by-step in her videos was actually pretty nice. She looked skilled… and I must admit, rather sexy, too, as she played.
The other half of her updates were mostly random stuff. There was one where she was playing with a kitten — I giggled at that one —, and there were several of her with her bandmates, doing silly stuff. I casually clicked on their ice swimming challenge to watch again, and paused the video at the part where she was taking off her clothes, standing at the edge of the ice hole wearing nothing but a swimsuit.
Damn. She was really attractive.
I had to slap myself back to reality when I realized I was absentmindedly touching my inner tights as I stared at her figure on the screen. Shit! I closed the laptop screen and went to the kitchen to get some water. Did I just go back to being thirteen all over again?
It has been some time. My last girlfriend, Priscilla, broke up with me in… sometime in August last year, I believe. I was never too hung up on sex, one way or another, so that hadn’t been a big issue for me… until then.
I thought about Valerie in her swimsuit again, wondering what she must look like without it. And just the other day she’d invited me to have sex with her. Maybe I should have accepted, since I wouldn’t be mulling over this now if I had.
I considered doing something to relieve myself. Or maybe I should just take my mind off that and go to the gym to practice, since the big day was just a few weeks away. But would I be able to concentrate on training, when my mind kept going back to Valerie all the time?
Do I really want another girlfriend now?
I mean, seriously, relationships required dedication, time, and effort, and I had none of those things to spare at that point in time.
On the other hand, I could use a drinking buddy. Beatrice was too busy with exams at the moment. Knowing Bea, she would come with me to the bar if I asked her to, shameless as she was, but then she’d probably fail an exam and cry for a week afterwards. And my other friends… well, they were also Priscilla’s friends, and I didn’t feel like going out with any of them. I was avoiding Priscilla for the time being, as well as anything that had to do with her.
And to be fair… if I did become friends with Val Sunset, and the opportunity came for us to be alone together in the bedroom, I can’t say I would dislike it. She seemed like the kind of person who wouldn’t mind sleeping with someone with no strings attached, and that worked fine for me at the moment.
But I was getting ahead of myself. I wasn’t even her friend yet.
I shook the hesitation off my head, and decided to send Valerie a message on her web channel. It’s not like I actually wanted anything like that to happen. Maybe I just wanted to get out more and take my mind off the whole pressure about the competition.
I flipped the laptop open again, and left a private message on her profile. Then I got my training bag and exited the house, leaving everything else behind.
Training was therapeutic for me.
From the moment I set foot onto the spring floor to the moment I leave it behind, all my thoughts just vanish from my head. I could just perform the same routine over and over if I wanted to, building up resistance and confidence in my moves along the way, or I could challenge myself and try to do some new stuff. I had no coach, no adviser, no personal trainer or anything of the sort. All I had was my body, my passion, and my will to improve. For the time being, with no sponsor and not much money in my bank account, that would have to suffice.
Four hours of practice left me both satisfied and tired. If I pushed myself any more than that, I’d probably get a light sprain or end up so exhausted that I’d have to take the next day off just to rest. I knew my limits, and I knew that I had to respect them.
I got myself a bath inside the gym bathroom and made my way back home.
Once I arrived, the first thing I noticed was that I had left my laptop running. I walked up to the table to turn it off, and stopped once I saw that I had a message waiting for me. It was Val’s reply to the text I had sent her earlier.
@GiuliaBelladonna:
Hey Valerie. It’s Giulia, we met the other day at the arena. Remember that I told you I’d drop a message here? Well, I really want to go out drinking and my buddies are all too busy for that, these days. Would you like to join me, some time?
@DrummerValSunset:
What took you so long?! It’s been ages since we met! Anyway, yeah, I’m up for that. Is tonight good? ‘cuz my band and I are going out of town tomorrow, for some gigs, but if it’s tonight, then I’m all yours ;)
I laughed when I finished reading Val’s message. Even through text she was capable of sounding sassy. I began writing her a reply.
@GiuliaBelladonna:
Tonight it is then. Do you have a place in mind? I’m something of a regular at this one pub downtown, but I’ll listen if you have any suggestions.
There. I was about to get up from my seat, when I heard the chiming sound of another message arriving for me. Valerie had already replied, it seems. That was fast.
@DrummerValSunset:
Sure, let’s go with that. Is 9 a good time?
And where is it?
I sat myself down again, and typed in my reply.
@GiuliaBelladona:
9 o’clock sounds perfect. Hold on, let me get you the address.
I browsed for the link to their address, and sent it to her. She saw it, thanked me for it, and told me not to keep her waiting.
I was excited for some reason. And no, I wasn’t seriously expecting us to actually do anything that night. Or any night, for that matter. I think it’s just been a long time since I went out with new friends. I was having a hard time making any, ever since my breakup with Pri. And I wasn’t intimate enough with any of Bea’s friends to invite them out. Not to mention, they were all straight like her, and I missed being around people with whom I could be completely sincere about myself. Having another gay girl as a drinking buddy did sound like a nice change of pace.
I closed the web browser, and opened the suite of softwares that I used for work. Despite my best attempts, stuff had been piling up as of late, and I needed to produce some results for my clients soon, or they’d hire another freelancer to take my place. Since the bills don’t pay themselves, I couldn’t let that happen, now, could I?
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