What Happens Under The Sun

''Honey are you alright?'' my dad asked as I choked.

''Fine dad.'' I coughed.

''Mr. Reed, so sorry we're late, you know Bill and his hair.'' A man I didn't recognize said.

He was right though, Bill's hair was huge. It was done up into a mane that must have taken forever. He was also wearing heavy eye makeup and I couldn't help but notice how pretty he looked. I'd never seen Bill like this before and I quite liked it.

''Boys, this is Mr. Reed. This is Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav, but I'm sure you knew that.'' the man I didn't know said and joined my dad in a light chuckle.

Tom popped out from behind Bill's massive hair and he looked as though he'd had a stroke. He stared at me with wide eyes. the only thing that brought him back to earth was my dad reaching out to shake his hand.

''And this is my daughter Kate.'' At that remark, everyone seemed to clue in as to why Tom was so distressed. They looked at me, then at him. the three other members of his band were sort of smirking while the man I didn't know looked like he was kicking himself for not faking sick.

''Wonderful to meet you Miss. Reed. I'm the bands manager Vince.'' The man who I didn't know said, holding a hand out to me. I shook it with a smile.

''This is Georg, Gustav, Bill, and um, Tom.'' He seemed hesitant to introduce me to Tom. He was probably wondering if he should even bother.

As I shook each boy's hand I smiled and they smiled back. But when it came to Tom, he only held my hand long enough to make contact and then moved away from me all together.

It was then that I realized that it wasn't me who was in hot water here, it was Tom. It was also then tat I decided to have some fun with that fact. I didn't seem to be the only one doing that though. As we sat down, the other boys –more than obviously- purposely made it so that the only seat left was right beside me. my dad looked suspiciously at Tom as he sat down and took off his hat.

Vince started to make small talk with my dad about how happy they were to be here and what not. I could tell that the 'happy to be here' thing was not a unanimous feeling. The off one out was Tom who sat silently beside me, not looking at me or my dad.

The waiter came around and took our orders and the small talk between the band and my dad continued. I noticed though that Bill did most of the talking while Georg and Gustav stayed relatively quiet, laughing at jokes and giving their input now and again. Tom was silent.

The waiter returned in record time with our food. While everyone was distracted, I decided it was time to have a little fun.

While my dad was looking at his plate and watching the food being set on the table, I let my hand fall casually into Tom's lap. He flinched as though I had stabbed him with a fork and then sat up a little straighter.

Bill looked at him questioningly but he just shook his head. After a plate was set in front of Tom, I moved my hand to his inner-upper thigh and squeezed with my nails. This time he bumped the table when he flinched.

''You alright son?'' my dad asked. I hid my grin behind my water glass.

''Yea, I just sat on my keys.'' Tom lied.

I removed my hand from his lap when a plate was set in front of me and thanked the waiter.

I let Tom eat in peace, but halfway through dinner when he excused himself to the bathroom, I couldn't resist. When he disappeared down the hallway with the washrooms, I jumped.

''Are you alright?'' my dad asked. I pulled my phone out of my cleavage.

''My phone's vibrating. It's Jessica, she's only call if it was important.'' I said.

''You'd better take it then.'' My dad said. He loved Jessica like she was his. In a way, she was. Her parents were workaholics and were never really there. When my mom died she had practically moved in and when her parents moved to the U.S, she did move in.

I got up and headed down the hallway to the bathrooms. If anyone asked, I would say it was the quietest spot.

The way the restaurant was set up was quite perfect for what I was about to do. The women's and men's washrooms were their own doors, as was the one for a wheelchair washroom. If you were walking down the hall, the order was wheelchair, women's, and men's. The doors were completely out of view from the main part of the restaurant. It was perfect.

I put my phone back in between my boobs and ducked into the wheelchair door. I left the door open a crack so I could see out.

Tom was already in the bathroom when I got there, so I figured he'd be out any second. And sure enough I was right.

He was walking slowly, looking like he was dreading getting back to the table and I was practically bursting at the seams with anticipation.

When he was finally close enough, I threw the door open, grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into the small bathroom.

''What are you doing!'' he asked, looking terrified that my dad might burst in at any second.

''Having a little fun.'' I smirked as I locked the door.

''Your dad and my manager, not to mention the rest of my band are waiting out there.'' He said as if he though I had forgotten.

''That's what makes it so fun.'' I said and the put one hand on the back of his neck and pulled him into a very seductive kiss.

''Mm.'' He started to object but I pulled him so that he had me pinned against the wall and he soon stopped when I ran my left leg slowly up his side.

''Mm.'' It was more of a moan this time.

His hand ran slowly up and down my now bare thigh while the other sat nervously on my hip.

''This is so bad.'' Tom muttered as I moved to kiss his neck.

''So?'' I asked against his skin.

''Someone could wa-lk in.'' he said, stuttering slightly when I bit quite hard on his neck.

''Then you'd better fuck me fast.'' I whispered low in his ear.

That was where he broke. He shoved me back harder against the wall and kissed me hungrily as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He fumbled for a second and then his pants fell around his ankles, boxers and all. He busied himself with a condom and then hiked my dress up around my waist. I saw a smirk pull at the corner of his lips when he saw that I had chosen to go commando this evening.
He kissed my neck as he slammed into my and my nails dug into his shoulders.

I knotted one hand in his hair and pulled slightly as he continued at a hard, fast pace. That was one thing I liked about fucking Tom, with him there was no screwing around, he got right to it.

He was muttering something in German but I was to close to care what it meant.

I bit hard on his neck to keep from screaming when he pushed me over the edge into ecstasy. He was right behind me and made a low almost whimper of a sound in my ear.

Tom rode out our orgasms for a minute before letting me drop from the wall. It made me think of that morning in the shower but I shook that memory from my head.

I straightened my dress and I fixed my hair in the mirror while he fixed himself behind me.

''What was that?'' I asked and Tom looked at me like I was some kind of idiot.

''Not the sex, what you were saying. Eesh hass-uh deesh and then something else.'' I said, trying to remember what he had been muttering in my ear. He smirked.

''It means 'I hate you, we're going to get caught'.'' He told me and I rolled my eyes.

''But we didn't did we?''

''We still have to get back to the table.'' He reminded me.

I peeked out into the hall and no one was there. We left the washrooms silently. Out of nowhere Bill –and his giant hair- appeared.

''Tom! I was coming to look for you. We thought you fell in.'' he said lightly. Bill looked at me and raised one eyebrow questioningly.

''Uh.'' Tom started.

''Well my friend Jessica couldn't figure out how to ask someone to call a cab for her so she called me and I had no clue but then I ran into Tom and he helped me.'' I lied sweetly. I had always been a good liar, but I could see that Bill didn't buy it.

''I'll bet he did.'' He said with an obvious underlying 'I know what you just did' in his voice.

We walked back to the table as a threesome and I retold my lie when my dad asked where I had been. He bought into it.

Dinner finished without a hitch and everyone seemed pleased with the whole affair, myself included.

If only my dad knew just how pleased I was.