Layla, You've Got Me On My Knees

Layla, You've Got Me On My Knees

But you just love that woman so much it's a shame and a sin.
You just love that woman so much it's a shame and a sin.
But all the time you know she belongs to your very best friend."
- Billy Myles

It terrifies me sometimes to think how easily certain women could fucking OWN me if they wanted to.

Especially the ones I keep wanting so bad. You know, the ones that it's fucking INSANE for me to want.

If I could have kept my attention on the one dancing right in front of me, I'd been OK.

Fun gig tonight. We've been there three times now and they always like us. One woman kept coming up, and at first I thought I was imagining it, but all the other guys noticed too and mentioned on break that she was obviously into me. Of course, then she'd sit back down next to another guy. Dammit.

Tall, short blonde hair, kinda flat body all the way around. Not the prettiest ever, but she seemed like such a NASTY little girl, the way she was smiling at me, the way she was moving that ass. Damn. she could MOVE, and she was doing it right in front of me every time, often looking back up at me.

And of course, she left with the other guy and I never really had a chance to talk to her other than about 20 seconds by the bar. It was if she had it for me when I was onstage and didn't give two shits once I was off.

But that wasn't what made the night difficult.

She actually started it, as she has a couple times in the past. I'd been thinking for the past couple gigs that she was sick of me. I am too fucking obvious. I can't keep my eyes off her. And I NEED to, because she's married to one of the best friends I've ever had.

But every once in a while she'll play with my head. Like tonight. She seemed all about talking to me tonight. It makes me NUTS, and she knows it, and she has no intention of following through on ANY of this, she obviously just likes MAKING ME GODDAMN CRAZY.

She managed to pull it out of me when she was pregnant several months back. My attraction to pregnant women has already been detailed here. I think she was the first woman I ever talked to about it, and it was highly amusing at the time to do it in a cutesy cloaked manner as if I wasn't talking about HER, when I most certainly and obviously was. She looked stunning the whole time. The GLOW off her for those nine months could knock me on my ass.

She still has some of it, and it mostly comes out of these big blue eyes that can turn me into a massive puddle of SHIT within nanoseconds. Those eyes...they could control me. They almost DO. I don't know how many times I've wante to fall to my knees and beg her just to let me LOOK at her for a while. It's goddamn PATHETIC how fucking STUPID I can be around her. I've learned to keep it under control, but she can see right through me every damn time.

When I saw their baby a few weeks ago, I looked at her and said "I can't believe it. She has your eyes. You're gonna need a shotgun, because this one is gonna have every guy in town after her when she grows up, just from having your eyes. Wow. Those eyes could kill a man, B."

She's pretty open about this stuff. I can't remember how it started tonight, but she was goofing around while I was at the bar, and put a drink glass on top of my head from behind me.

"Oh, you're good."

"I sure am." Evil little grin. Then she walked away.

I went up to her. "Honey, I already guessed that on my own."

I didn't catch all of the next sentence. I caught "nympho", "perv", and "all night long", and those eyes...oh, you dirty little girl. Fuckin' with the bass player's noggin again.

Once everyone was away a few minutes later, I went up to her. She was sitting on the drum riser. She had on a short skirt, no shoes. Her legs are WORKS OF ART. I didn't even try to hide it as I looked at them. She looked up with a grin. As if to say "You want these wrapped around your head, don't you, Dougie?"

Fuck yeah I do...

"So, B. What was that nympho thing again?" Big smile.

"Oh, just something one of my friends said about me." Said with the tone of innocence, with anything BUT innocence behind it.

"You little tease." I laughed.

She looked away. Started whistling.

"OK, just back me into a corner, why don't you..."

"I have no idea what you mean." Whistling again. You little vixen...

"B, I think I've said something like this to you before, but do you have any idea how difficult it is for me every night we play when the most beautiful woman in the room - and as far as I know probably the coolest - is married to one of the best friends I've ever had?"

She looked up, more serious. "I'm sorry." Obviously, she suddenly remembered what she was doing to me.

"Don't be. I enjoy it too much." Big smile. Then I stuck my tongue out. Faked a single lick.

Thank fuck she's got a good sense of humour.

"Oh, you are so bad."

"Bullshit. I'm really very, very good." Tongue again.

Nervous but very amused little laugh. Turned the tables on ya, didn't I, you evil little temptress?

She flashed those eyes again. I know what I THINK she was saying - "Too bad I can't take you up on that offer, boy" - but I don't really know. She's pretty fucking good at this game. Little vixen...

I had to look back over my shoulder to see if anyone was coming. I leaned down, looked right into those unspeakable eyes from two feet away. I wanted to take her face in both hands and softly kiss her. Softly, gently...then pull her to the floor and attack her like a crazed jackrabbit.

"It doesn't help when you wear stuff like that. But please, don't stop." I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud, but I tried to construct a face that said "Honey, I want to fuck and eat you like you've never been before."

I usually feel like a complete moron doing that. Something about her, the way she flirts right back, makes me feel like it actually works with her. Not that she'd do anything about it. She's just fucking with my head, after all.

And she's married to him.

Goddammit.

A couple minutes later, I got to say what was on my mind, a famous guitar lick soaring through my head. "I'm Eric Clapton and he's George Harrison, honey"

She knew exactly what I meant. Her smile said so. My little Pattie Boyd.

If I made a top ten list of all the women I've ever seen, she'd be on it. Not just because of her eyes, or her body, or her incredible light delicate skin that makes me want to run my mouth and my hands over every single inch of her. What lies BEHIND all that is even more of a turn-on. A very sweet, funny, intelligent, liberal, open-minded young lady (13 years under me, for fuck's sake) who knows she's a killer but in the end does not show a trace of arrogance, and who is always just plain fun to be around.

And...you know...totally fuckable and married to my friend...

Lay-la..........

Love,
Dougie

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