By:  Tom Cat    
    
    It started out as a normal Saturday.  I'd run out to the mall to buy a
birthday present for Mom.  I had no idea what to get...she's so hard to buy
for...and if you ask - "nothing" is the typical response.  I figured I'd find
something at the mall and get it shipped out in time so it wouldn't be late.
One of my friends decided he needed to go to the mall as well, so he tagged
along and we shopped for quite awhile, finally settling on a new dress for
Mom and on a few things for ourselves as well.

   We grabbed a bite to eat and decided we'd had enough malling to last us
for quite awhile and headed out back to the car.   We got back to the car and
threw our stuff in the trunk.  It was fairly busy in the parking lot and
someone wanted my spot real bad, you know, the impatient type that sits and
revs the engine, looking impatient and nudging forward even closer to keep
anyone who's even thinking of taking "their spot" will be dead.  I unlocked
the car and we jumped in and took off, I'd had enough shopping and was ready
to leave.

  As we got to the intersection to leave the mall, it was then that I noticed
a piece of paper attached under the windshield wiper.  It was folded over and
almost out of site.  I said to Steve "look at that." "I wonder what that is?"
 Steve looked at me and said "no idea...maybe a flyer of somekind"?  "I doubt
it...too small."  Once I got to the intersection, the light turned red.  I
put the car in park and got out and grabbed the piece of paper.  I unfolded
it, read it, look quizzically at it and read it again.  Steve yelled "Light's
Green!!!".

  I jumped back in the car.  "Well, what is it?"  I put the car in drive and
headed out.  "Are you going to tell me?"  I laughed and said sure...it must
have been left for you.  "What's it say...please tell me."  Okay... two
words..."Nice Bod".  "You're kidding me." "What's it really say?" I laughed
and said "I'm not joking" and handed him the piece of paper. "Any ideas as to
who would leave that note for you" Steve asked.  "None...could have been a
mistake for all I know".

  Several days passed and I'd really forgotten about the note.  On my way
home from work I stopped off at the grocery store to grab some salad and a
few other items I needed at home.  I stopped at my usual store, pulled into
the parking lot and went in.  I quickly grabbed the items I needed and
checked out.  As I left the store and walked across the parking lot, I
noticed something on my windshield.  As I got closer, I noticed it was a
yellow piece of paper, my brain started thinking...could it be...naahh...this
has got to be something else.   Once I got up to the car I grabbed the piece
of paper.  On it were the words "I really do think you've got a hot bod".

  I looked at it again...it's the same paper, same handwriting.  I glanced
around but didn't notice anyone obvious who'd be waiting around for me.   It
was a little strange, I was a little curious, a little flattered and a little
cautious.  I got into the car and headed home for the evening.

 Two days passed, I stopped at the store again on my way home to grab some
milk.  I was a lot later this time, almost 2 hours laer than the previous
time, having put in some overtime on project for work to get it back on
schedule and allow it to be ready for review before getting printed.  Again
when I came out, there was a note.  This time the message was "I'd love to
get your body in bed with me".

 Now I was really going at it.  Who would leave me notes like that?  My
schedule wasn't the same, I'm not that much of a creature of habit, how could
they tag me each of these times?  What's he like?  Is he cute?  What if it's
someone I can't stand?  Maybe it's someone playing a joke on me?  I glanced
around as my mind raced, not really seeing anything and then deciding to head
home and bag it.
  
  I kept telling myself that the mystery notes meant nothing.  I was trying
to convince myself that the notes were probably a practical joke by someone
and that it was all for not.  Why would someone approach me that way?  I
mean, I couldn't reciprocate or show any appreciation or interest, so why be
concerned about it.  At least that's what my head was saying.  But deeper
down, partly out of flattery and partly out of curiousity I didn't want to
believe it either.

  Five days passed and no notes.  By then I figured it must have either
really been a mistake or a joke and that it was over.  I mean, having been to
the store once during that time and once to the mall and nothing.  I figured
if it was a joke, someday one of my friends would slip and say something and
I'd then nail his or hide to wall at the appropriate time.

 I headed out of town for a business trip for the next week.  I was gone over
both weekends and got home late that Sunday evening.  Monday morning came
much too soon and off I headed into the office.  I wasn't ready to plow into
the pile of mail and notes left for me while I was away.  It's such a drain
to know you're a week behind in stuff going into a long week of work.

 The day passed quickly.  I managed to get the piles reduced to minimal
workable stacks with the critical stuff cleared, the rest would be dealt with
later.  It was late, it was already after 6:00 but at least I could go home
and try and get caught up there.

 I headed out of the office and walked out onto the street.  Aahhhh....fresh
air and sunshine!!  Though tired, I could feel a second wind coming on, at
least enough of a puff to get me through needing to stop at the grocery store
and get me home.

 As I approached the car, I noticed something. "Ugh, not another raise in
parking prices" I thought.  "They just went up three months ago".  But as I
got closer and could see the size, I realized that I was wrong.  There again
was the same size note and paper that had been left before. This time I
looked carefully around, but hardly anyone was around, the lot was almost
empty and I figured the lot attendant didn't know anything about it and
wasn't about to ask him.

 I quickened my pace and grabbed the note. This time it read "Hi Stud.
Where've you been?  I've really missed seing you!!"

 I about flipped.  Now this really is getting to be too much.  How could
someone know my schedule that much and notice that I've been away?  This was
beginning to feel a little spooky to me.

 I got into the car and headed to the grocery store.  I drove in, parked the
car and went to get what I needed.  Having been away really had left the
fridge cleaned out, so it took awhile to get the shopping done and get
checked out.

 When I got to the car was another note! "Damn! Who is this person?"  Before
I even put the groceries away in the trunk I grabbed the note and read it.
"Hi Again Stud!!!  I really do think you're hot!!!"

 I glanced around the lot.  The car next to me had an older gentleman seated
in it, I looked around again.  I asked "did you see someone place this on my
windshield"? "Nope, just got here and didn't see a thing."  "Thanks anyways."


 Hmmmm...now what...2 notes in one day...no clue as to who it is.  Well, if
that's the way they feel, they're just going to have to keep writing until
they tell me who they are or I catch them at it.  Time to go home and eat.

 The rest of the evening my mind kept trying to figure out what the deal was.
 I slept restlessly, my mind trying to picture who could be leaving me these
lust notes, someone usng this approach.  It was strange but it certainly was
holding my attention.

 The next day I awoke and headed into the office.  I left my car in the lot
where I usually park.  I'm not changing where I park just because of this.

 At the end of the day I left work on time for a change and headed out.
Again another note.  "I'd love to go down on you." "Call me at this number
tonight after 7:00."
  
  The note left no name.  Damn!!  Now what do I do???  Call??  Be rude and
not call???  Besides, I had a rehearsal to get to and be there before seven
anyways.  Oh well....their loss!!!  I figured, hey - no name - no game!


  I went home, went out to rehearsal.  It was now after 10 - a long evening,
a tough rehearsal but things were pulling together for the concert, so it was
worth it.   I said goodnight to the director and my fellow musicians and
headed out to the car.  What I found at the car amazed me.  Another note!!

 I picked up the note off of the windshield.  I opened it up and read "I knew
this was rehearsal night".  "There's no way you could have called." "There's
no way you could have reached me since I had rehearsal as well." "I'm glad
your dedicated and committed to those things that are important to you since
I really like that in a guy."  And it was signed Eric.

 My mind raced through the musicians.  Section by section, finally it dawned
on me.  The new percussionist.  His name was Eric.  He was new to the area
and seemed rather reserved to me for a percussionist.  Talented but somewhat
shy socially from what little bit I'd been around him.

 Eric's 6' 2", 185 lbs, stright blond hair, crystal blue eyes, a solid build
from what little I'd seen of it.  We'd met after rehearsal one night when
we'd had our after rehearsal monthly social about a month prior.  We
exchanged cordial greetings but I never really had given him a second
thought.

 I glanced around the parking lot.  Across the lot I noticed Eric sitting in
a Red 4X4.  He was watching my moves.  I smiled at him and waved his note at
him.  He smiled and waved back.  He took his keys out of the ignition and got
out of his 4x4 and walked over to me.

 "Upset with me" he asked?  "No...not really...but why the notes?" "Long
story, but in brief, I wasn't sure you'd even noticed me or be interested in
me in some way, so I wanted to intrigue you."  I laughed and said "well, it
certainly had me going, wasn't sure who could have figured out my schedule
and I have to admit it was a little spooky having someone sort of tail me."
"Well" said Eric "if I haven't scared you off, would you care to go somewhere
to grab a cup of coffee or a drink and talk somewhere more private?"  I said
"sure" with out a hesistation.  "What did you have in mind?"  Eric said "how
about your place"?  I looked into his eyes and saw that sparkle that gave
away that he wanted more than some coffee and said "deal". "Follow me back to
my house and we can talk in private there."

 With that, Eric said "gotcha...no way I'm losing you on the highway". "See
ya at your place." Eric turned and proceeded to go to his vehicle and with
that I got into mine and got ready to head home and get better acquainted
with this drummer and thought "I wonder what kind of beat he has" as I pulled
out onto the highway.

  I headed for home and kept checking to make sure that I hadn't lost Eric.
He was right on my tail - as if that were some indication as to where he
wanted to be!

 As I pulled into the driveway, Eric hesitated, I motioned for him to pull in
right behind me.  He drove in and flashed a smile as he got out and said "Hi
again".  I smiled back and said "welcome to my place and to the area."  Eric
said "thanks it's not easy moving into a new area and take a new job."

 We headed into the house.  "What can I get you to drink" I asked.  Some tea
would be great".  "That's easy I said" and proceed into the kitchen to put
the kettle on to boil.  "Make yourself comfortable and relax, we're in no
hurry" I said.  "Thanks, I think I will."

 Eric and I chit-chatted about the music and interests over tea.  We seemed
to hit it off and got along really well.  Finally Eric asked me "is it true
what I've heard about trumpet players?"  I laughed and said "depends upon
what the statement is".  "I'm talking about the one about double tonguing and
triple tonguing."  "Aahhh....that one, you mean the technigues I've learned
and practiced over the years to play better and faster."  "Well, yes, but I
hope you play more than just the trumpet!"

 With that, I asked Eric if he'd like to find out himself about my tonguing
techniques personally.  "Oh yes, I'd love it!"  Eric then leaned across the
table and then took ahold of my arms and pulled me closer to him.  He kissed
me firmly on the lips.  He then caressed my face and said "I've wanted to do
that for a long time."  "Let's go to the bedroom and get comfortable."

 Eric and I proceeded to my bedroom.  We laid down together kissing and
holding onto each other.  Our tongues intertwined, each probing and seeking
more pleasure.  Our lips were sealed together in a tight bond.

 I unbuttoned Eric's shirt and worked on his chest.  First massaging it with
my hands, rubbing my hands across his pecs and letting him enjoy the feeling
of being touched by another man.  I then worked my tongue down to his nipples
and gave them a sample work of my tongue and mouth. "Ooohh...that feels so
good!!!"  "You're tongue is great...it must be true!"

 I continued to Eric over, his nipples were getting hard from the workover I
was given them.  I slipped my hand down to his crotch.  His bulge was pushing
his jeans to their limit.  I unbuttoned his jeans and released some of the
stress that was building up.   I worked my way down even further and then
sucked on his hardon through his shorts.  "Uummmm...that's so fucking
hot...you really know how to make it feel good" Eric groaned.