Mrs. Edge
Bono's Belly Dancing Friend
ATTENTION!!! This material may not be suitable for younger readers...So mc, you aren't allowed to read your own story!!
Well, if this posting doesn't have a flaming folder by tomorrow morning, I give up! Phew! I was giggling with embarassement and glee writing it, but I forged on...Hope this won't offend anyone!
Touring Madness
Emily sat in the semi-darkness of the bar, eyes adjusting to the gloom, shaking from sheer euphoria. Earlier that night, she had witnessed her first ever U2 concert with her friend Gina, from a prime spot between Bono and Adam in the heart. She thanked her lucky stars that the band had returned for the third leg; otherwise she might have missed it! The only damper on the evening was that Gina simply couldn?t get as excited about the show as Emily?and the fact that the show was over. And now, Gina had a curfew and had to go home. Emily was on such a high she couldn?t bear the idea of just going home to be greeted by more people who just didn?t get it.
So?Emily was alone, but that was fine with her, she was very good company for herself. She decided to walk into a very hip nearby local bar/restaurant for a drink before heading home. At 17, she was too young to drink, so she would have a cranberry and soda. She was hoping to meet other U2 fans there as enthusiastic as she. The bar was dark and dingy, filled with deep, frayed and comfy couches, and bookcases filled with everything from leather-bound classics to magazines, from which the customers (mostly college students) could help themselves while relaxing with one of the hundreds of specialty beers the bar stocked. One side of the room was exposed brick, the other, a wall of beer bottles from around the world.
Drink in hand, Emily walked to the back of the room and settled into one of the comfy couches, enjoying the atmosphere. A candle flickered on the table in front of her. It was here that she shivered and shook, unable to control the tremors of delight that raced through her body still as she remembered her favourite parts of the concert. She was surprised at how few people were there, considering the show got out an hour ago. She guessed they were all either at the hotel, or waiting for the band to come out of the venue. She didn?t feel up to waiting behind hundreds of people all night though, just to catch a glimpse. It wasn?t worth it.
As she pondered this, there was a sudden hush in the room. Emily craned her neck around the corner and there, to her absolute astonishment were Bono and Adam walking slowly through the bar! Alone!! In her direction!!! Knees buckling, Emily crashed back down into the couch. Oh, my God! What to do?? What to do?? What were her two favourite members of U2 doing here? Where was the entourage? Where were Larry and Edge? What was going on? Should she ask for an autograph, or play it cool?
She didn?t have long to worry as her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the bartender, who hovered menacingly over her, addressing her with total disdain and a hint of panic.
?Look. Sorry but you?re going to have to move to another part of the bar. I need this spot for some VIP guests.?
?Oh. OK?of course!? Emily stammered as she began to gather her things with shaky fingers, wondering if she could find another spot in the bar to sit and observe.
?No, no. That?s not necessary.? It was THAT voice, she knew it like the back of her own hand. She was behind the corner and couldn?t see, but the hoarse, soft sound of Bono?s voice was unmistakable, and she guessed inches away.
?But...? the bartender was not keen on looking foolish in front of this teenager.
?She was here first? maybe she wouldn?t mind if we took joined her?? It was Adam speaking now, in his calm, soothing and reasonable tone. Suddenly, Adam stepped around the corner and stood in front of her. He extended a hand, which she hesitantly took in hers.
?Hello, I?m Adam Clayton. Would you mind if my friend and I joined you? There don?t seem to be any free tables left in the place.?
?Um. No, I wouldn?t mind?not at all!? She laughed. It was such a ludicrous situation, she was no longer nervous. Bono ordered a raspberry lager, and Adam said he?d have ?Whatever the lady?s having.? Emily slid over so she was in the absolute corner, on one side of the couch. Adam sat in the single chair to her right, and Bono plopped himself into the couch beside her.
?Ehm, hello?I?m Bono?the singer with a band called U2?. She shook Bono?s hand, which was warm and firm. Her small hand barely fit around it. She wondered how he could possibly assume she didn?t know who he was. Well, maybe he didn?t want to seem presumptuous. After all, that girl in the Q article didn?t have a clue who the Edge was!
?Yes, I know, I was just at the show. It was my first show, what an amazing experience!? Bono beamed. ?I?m glad you liked it. We?re having such a wonderful time on this tour, meeting interesting fans like yerself??
?So?if you don?t mind my asking, what brings you two here?? she instantly regretted the unfortunate pun. She didn?t dare ask where Edge and Larry were. Suddenly the drinks arrived, and there was a brief pause as Adam and Bono took very long glugs from their glasses. She began to wonder if asking this question was going over the line, but she couldn?t think of another thing to say! She didn?t know if she should watch them drinking, or examine the wall ahead of her and try to be as invisible as possible.
?Well,? said Adam, clunking his glass down on the table, and smiling elegantly at her, ?Bono and I were feeling kind of depressed about being a couple of ageing, soon to be washed up rock stars, with no personal relationships to fall back on. So we thought we?d go out for a drink and wallow in existential misery for awhile.?
Emily?s mouth opened. Was he pulling her leg? How should she respond to this? ?Oh!? she replied. Suddenly, the strain and the adrenaline proved too much for her system and she blurted, ?Well, first of all I can?t imagine why either of you are single, if you ask me that?s a criminal waste. You could have anyone in the world that you want! And not only that, but don?t worry about ageing, it?s not every man in his forties that can be attractive to women in their teens! You should be out celebrating, not being depressed! I?m the one who should be depressed. I?m 17 and I don?t have a boyfriend, and I?m probably going to be a virgin forever! My friends and family don?t get it about U2, and I?m still stuck in high school, which sucks! My life is so boring I could scream!?
Bono and Adam began to laugh uproariously, and ordered another round of drinks as Emily blushed the colour of her drink. But she soon realized that this was not mockery of her, but genuine amusement and sympathy for her plight. Minutes soon turned into hours as Bono and Adam became very nostalgic for their Mount Temple years, regaling Emily with all sorts of entertaining stories about their youthful antics. Soon the conversation took a more serious note, as they talked about the importance of life experiences, both good and bad. With candlelight glimmering in her warm, auburn hair, and shadows dancing across her face, Emily?s eyes sparkled as she spoke, and Bono and Adam found themselves transfixed. Soon a powerful vibe had taken hold, and the atmosphere became electric. Every word uttered had sexual innuendo, and the flirting became more and more outrageous.
Suddenly, Bono put his arm around her and she could feel his fingertip gently running up and down back of her neck. Every hair on her body stood on end. She swallowed and looked straight ahead. She could feel him looking at her, his face mere inches away. It was so simple but so sensual a gesture, but she didn?t have a clue how to respond.
?I hope you don?t mind my coming on to you like this, I mean, are you thinking I wish he?d stop this now...?? Bono purred in his low voice.
?No, it?s quite welcome.? Before she could begin to wonder what would happen next, his head was on her shoulder. ?Oh, my God....? she thought ?the man I have been dreaming about for so long has his head on my shoulder!? He then began nuzzling her, tenderly rubbing the side of her face with his, his soft hair brushing her face. Adam sipped on his drink and observed the proceedings quietly, not wanting to break the mood.
She continued to stare straight ahead, body rigid with fright. Bono continued tenderly caressing the side of her face with his. Then he put a hand to her cheek, and tried to get her to look at him.
?I?m sorry, but I?m just paralyzed with amazement.? she uttered quietly, only able to bring herself to look at him out of the corner of her eyes. She wished she could enjoy herself more by looking at him full on and by returning his affections, but she really, truly was paralyzed.
?Don?t be paralyzed...you won?t be able to dance!? He intoned gently and playfully. Oh...this was heaven. She had wanted him for so long and look at what was happening! But it was getting very late, and she really had to get home! CURSES!!!! Suddenly last call was announced. Bono looked at his watch.
?I think Adam and I are going to head back to the hotel. Would you like to join us?? Her heart began to thump uncontrollably in her chest. She agreed, and excused herself to use the pay phone and go to the washroom first. She climbed over Bono, her legs brushing against his, and walked away as he and Adam talked in hushed tones.
In the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed in marked contrast to her pale skin. It was becoming increasingly obvious to her that she was going to spend the night with Bono, and tonight was going to be the greatest life experience of all. But could she go through with it? How could she NOT go through with it? If she were to remember in years to come that she could have lost her virginity to Bono and hadn?t taken full advantage of the opportunity, she would never forgive herself! Yes, you shouldn?t just give yourself to anyone, it should be someone you love, but this wasn?t just anyone, it was BONO! And she DID love him! This was just not a normal situation at all, and regular rules did not apply. Besides, she was mature for her age, and she was almost legal anyway. It?s not as if she were 14 or something. And age was just a number. Who cared about trivial stuff like that at a time like this? And furthermore, a man like Bono would take better care of her and have more respect for her feelings. She decided to leave it all in the hands of fate.
She phoned her mother, who was furious that she was still out at the wee hours of the morning. Emily apologized, saying that she had gone out with a bunch of friends after the show and had lost track of time. She was now going to spend the night at Gina?s, and she?d talk to her in the morning. Emily hung up before her mother could say another word. With quivering hands, she opened the bathroom door, half expecting to see that they had left without her. Quite the contrary. Bono and Adam immediately stood and waited for her to get to them. They smiled reassuringly at her, and allowed her to lead the way out of the bar.
Several people asked for autographs, so they paused a few times before leaving the room. The omnipresent blue town car was waiting outside the door. Bono opened the door for her, and in she went. Bono sat beside her, and Adam walked around and got in on the other side. As they drove along, Bono pulled something out of his pocket. It was a bar of dark chocolate. ?Would you like a piece of this dark, manly chocolate?? he asked, a mischievous grin playing on his face. He was so irresistible, and she accepted gratefully.
?Oh, don?t I rate?? Adam pouted. Bono laughed and passed the chocolate over to Adam. Emily sat, flipping the chocolate from one side of her mouth to the other with her tongue, trying with all her might to be calm. Adam?s thigh was touching hers, and he was making no effort to remove it. Not that she minded, Adam meant almost as much to her as Bono did! Then an earth-shattering thought occurred to her. No, it couldn?t be. That was too mind-blowing even to consider.
Soon, they arrived at the hotel. As always, there was a small cluster of the most determined fans waiting. Bono stopped to sign, and Adam escorted Emily inside the building. ?See you there!? Adam yelled at Bono. She wondered where ?there? was. The lobby of the hotel was pretty much deserted, and they were soon on the elevator. Adam pushed a button, and they were off. They wordlessly made their way down the hall, and paused at one of the doors. Adam inserted the card key, the green light went off, and they were in. Adam began to rummage through the mini bar as she sat gingerly on the tip of the king-sized bed. Adam got water for himself, and a mini bottle of champagne for her, which he swiftly and expertly opened.
?I?uh?I don?t know if I?? she hesitated. She didn?t want to get drunk and do something she would regret.
?Oh! Don?t worry, if you don?t want it, I can get you something else. I just thought it might help you to relax a bit; you seem pretty tense. Besides, it?s a night for celebration, isn?t it? She had to agree with that. Besides, it?s not as if she hadn?t ever had anything to drink before! She placed the bottle to her lips and the cool liquid tingled down her throat. Adam sat beside her and put his arm around her, rubbing her back reassuringly.
?Listen. We were talking quite a bit tonight about life experiences. Losing your virginity is certainly huge, but it?s nothing to be afraid of. Bono and I were thinking that either one of us, or even both could make it a joyful and meaningful experience for you. Now, nothing has actually been said out loud, or decided of course, so if this is not what you had in mind, or if any of this makes you afraid, or uncomfortable, just say so. The last thing we want to do is scare you or pressure you into doing something you don?t want to do! We?re just both really attracted to you, and sometimes touring madness leads to all sorts of adventures.? She felt relief coursing through her, but Adam?s words only renewed her love for him and strengthened her resolve. Tonight was the night.
?Thank you, I really do appreciate that. And I also wanted to tell you not to worry about me getting all weird on you after tonight. I have no expectations of you, except that I know this will be one of the greatest nights of my life. I?ve been waiting for this moment forever and I can?t think of anyone I?d rather be with?? Suddenly the door opened, and in walked Bono.
?Are ye fillin? the gerl?s head with nonsense Adam?? Bono grinned and sank into the chair opposite them.
?No, you?ve got it the wrong way ?round, she?s the one messing with MY impressionable mind!? Bono laughed and then his face became serious.
?Emily, did Adam tell you?? his voice faded as Adam and Emily both nodded at him.
?Good.? came the reply. ?I have to admit, after 20 years of being in this band, we?ve never done something like this before?well, maybe Adam has (nervous laugh), but not together. I think we?re more nervous than you are!? Bono removed his blue glasses and put them on the table. Emily began to shake again, and Bono walked carefully towards her, removing his jacket and placing it around her shoulders. Little did he know what a huge thing she had for that jacket! The soft leather creaked slightly as she wrapped it around herself, inhaling the musky scent. Her whole body began to burn with anticipation.
Suddenly Bono?s arms were around her, and his lips were on hers. It happened almost instantaneously, so quickly, she didn?t even see it coming. She could feel pins and needles spreading through her body as she listened to his breath in her ear. His kisses were open-mouthed, all encompassing, and persistent. They sent chills through her. She felt her tongue bump against his teeth, and held his lower lip teasingly between hers. She hoped he was enjoying what she was doing, but it was too late to analyze things now. Soon he was removing his jacket from around her shoulders, throwing it carelessly to the floor, and then her top, and her bra. She didn?t feel remotely embarrassed; in fact she had never felt so womanly and powerful. She eagerly removed his shirt and held him tightly. She loved feeling his warm bare skin on hers and couldn?t get over the amazement of opening her eyes and seeing his face, with those stunning blue eyes staring into hers. All fear had evaporated. Instinct was taking over.
Bono picked her up and lay her down in the middle of the bed, her head on the pillow. He began to kiss his way down her neck to her stomach, tendrils of his tousled hair tickling every inch of her skin as he moved. As Bono began undoing and sliding off her jeans, Adam, who had meanwhile removed all his clothes, lay down next to her, burying his face in her neck. While Bono concentrated on her lower half, Adam worked his magic on her face and torso. She didn?t know where to look or what to focus on. She could feel Bono?s warm breath on her thighs, and she could see Adams lips on her breasts. This overwhelming wave of pure pleasure and delight made her loose herself entirely and she gasped and shuddered involuntarily in ecstasy.
Soon they were changing position and she had removed Bono?s leather pants. That act alone was enough to live on for the rest of her life! First she made love to Bono, and then Adam. Finally, all three lay in a soaking, tangled pile on the bed, breathing hard, hearts pounding.
?Oh My God.? Emily announced to no one in particular.
?Is that good?? Bono asked, twirling a lock of her hair with his finger and gazing lovingly at her. ?Oh, yes.? she replied quietly, kissing him gently to prove her point.
?Was it even better than the real thing?? Adam asked grinning wickedly. She laughed and threw her arms around him. God how she loved them both.
***
The next day, Emily crawled out of bed tiptoeing through the room as her lovers lay snoring blissfully. Every muscle in her body ached. Muscles she didn?t even know existed! In a warm glow, she wrote a long letter about how much their night together had meant to her, and that she was sorry she couldn?t say goodbye in person, but she had to get home before her disappearance was discovered.
Once home, after taking a very long shower, she closed herself in her room, lay down and cocooned herself under her earphones. Suddenly, her mother barged into her bedroom.
?Emily! There?s someone to see you at the door!? Emily shuffled wearily to the front door. There, in front of her very eyes, stood Bono.
?Bono! What are you doing here? Did you get my note? How did you find me?? Wordlessly, Bono threw his arms around her, holding her for a very long time.
?Of all the gin joints in all the world?you had to walk into mine?Listen, Emily?I have to tell ye somethin?. When I woke up, and you weren?t there, you would not have believed the emptiness and panic that enveloped me. I just can?t see myself going on with this tour and leaving you behind! You are someone I could never forget. I know that it was the three of us last night, and we shared something very special and exciting, but I think you and I made a real connection. I don?t think I could share you with anyone else again. I don?t know how you feel, but would you consider waiting for me until after this tour and maybe we could start seeing more of each other? See how it goes? In fact, maybe you could and spend some time with me on the road?? Emily didn?t need to be asked twice.
***
Bono and Emily tried to keep their relationship a secret as best they could, but of course, word soon flew that Bono was ?robbing the cradle? and ?corrupting the youth of America.? Photos of Bono and Emily flooded Interference, and the girls on Pleba were chewing nails with jealousy. Not only this, but she was the envy of EVERYONE at her high school, and now EVERYONE knew who U2 was.
When U2 came to play Toronto, the band secretly booked tickets to see the National Ballet perform Romeo and Juliet. Bono and Emily sat in Row A, transported by the beauty and emotion of the dance. During the intermission, while quaffing champagne, Bono proposed on one knee to Emily, in front of the astonished Patrons. She accepted with delirious happiness as he placed a ring of white gold and pearls on her finger, in honour of her favourite song. One year later, on her 18th birthday, they were married. Majoring in communications and graphic design at Trinity College Dublin, Emily soon started her own style magazine, invested in by her biggest fan, her enthusiastic husband Bono. Adam became one of her closest friends. None of them would ever forget that night of touring madness and how it had brought them together.
The End.
Well, if this posting doesn't have a flaming folder by tomorrow morning, I give up! Phew! I was giggling with embarassement and glee writing it, but I forged on...Hope this won't offend anyone!
Touring Madness
Emily sat in the semi-darkness of the bar, eyes adjusting to the gloom, shaking from sheer euphoria. Earlier that night, she had witnessed her first ever U2 concert with her friend Gina, from a prime spot between Bono and Adam in the heart. She thanked her lucky stars that the band had returned for the third leg; otherwise she might have missed it! The only damper on the evening was that Gina simply couldn?t get as excited about the show as Emily?and the fact that the show was over. And now, Gina had a curfew and had to go home. Emily was on such a high she couldn?t bear the idea of just going home to be greeted by more people who just didn?t get it.
So?Emily was alone, but that was fine with her, she was very good company for herself. She decided to walk into a very hip nearby local bar/restaurant for a drink before heading home. At 17, she was too young to drink, so she would have a cranberry and soda. She was hoping to meet other U2 fans there as enthusiastic as she. The bar was dark and dingy, filled with deep, frayed and comfy couches, and bookcases filled with everything from leather-bound classics to magazines, from which the customers (mostly college students) could help themselves while relaxing with one of the hundreds of specialty beers the bar stocked. One side of the room was exposed brick, the other, a wall of beer bottles from around the world.
Drink in hand, Emily walked to the back of the room and settled into one of the comfy couches, enjoying the atmosphere. A candle flickered on the table in front of her. It was here that she shivered and shook, unable to control the tremors of delight that raced through her body still as she remembered her favourite parts of the concert. She was surprised at how few people were there, considering the show got out an hour ago. She guessed they were all either at the hotel, or waiting for the band to come out of the venue. She didn?t feel up to waiting behind hundreds of people all night though, just to catch a glimpse. It wasn?t worth it.
As she pondered this, there was a sudden hush in the room. Emily craned her neck around the corner and there, to her absolute astonishment were Bono and Adam walking slowly through the bar! Alone!! In her direction!!! Knees buckling, Emily crashed back down into the couch. Oh, my God! What to do?? What to do?? What were her two favourite members of U2 doing here? Where was the entourage? Where were Larry and Edge? What was going on? Should she ask for an autograph, or play it cool?
She didn?t have long to worry as her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the bartender, who hovered menacingly over her, addressing her with total disdain and a hint of panic.
?Look. Sorry but you?re going to have to move to another part of the bar. I need this spot for some VIP guests.?
?Oh. OK?of course!? Emily stammered as she began to gather her things with shaky fingers, wondering if she could find another spot in the bar to sit and observe.
?No, no. That?s not necessary.? It was THAT voice, she knew it like the back of her own hand. She was behind the corner and couldn?t see, but the hoarse, soft sound of Bono?s voice was unmistakable, and she guessed inches away.
?But...? the bartender was not keen on looking foolish in front of this teenager.
?She was here first? maybe she wouldn?t mind if we took joined her?? It was Adam speaking now, in his calm, soothing and reasonable tone. Suddenly, Adam stepped around the corner and stood in front of her. He extended a hand, which she hesitantly took in hers.
?Hello, I?m Adam Clayton. Would you mind if my friend and I joined you? There don?t seem to be any free tables left in the place.?
?Um. No, I wouldn?t mind?not at all!? She laughed. It was such a ludicrous situation, she was no longer nervous. Bono ordered a raspberry lager, and Adam said he?d have ?Whatever the lady?s having.? Emily slid over so she was in the absolute corner, on one side of the couch. Adam sat in the single chair to her right, and Bono plopped himself into the couch beside her.
?Ehm, hello?I?m Bono?the singer with a band called U2?. She shook Bono?s hand, which was warm and firm. Her small hand barely fit around it. She wondered how he could possibly assume she didn?t know who he was. Well, maybe he didn?t want to seem presumptuous. After all, that girl in the Q article didn?t have a clue who the Edge was!
?Yes, I know, I was just at the show. It was my first show, what an amazing experience!? Bono beamed. ?I?m glad you liked it. We?re having such a wonderful time on this tour, meeting interesting fans like yerself??
?So?if you don?t mind my asking, what brings you two here?? she instantly regretted the unfortunate pun. She didn?t dare ask where Edge and Larry were. Suddenly the drinks arrived, and there was a brief pause as Adam and Bono took very long glugs from their glasses. She began to wonder if asking this question was going over the line, but she couldn?t think of another thing to say! She didn?t know if she should watch them drinking, or examine the wall ahead of her and try to be as invisible as possible.
?Well,? said Adam, clunking his glass down on the table, and smiling elegantly at her, ?Bono and I were feeling kind of depressed about being a couple of ageing, soon to be washed up rock stars, with no personal relationships to fall back on. So we thought we?d go out for a drink and wallow in existential misery for awhile.?
Emily?s mouth opened. Was he pulling her leg? How should she respond to this? ?Oh!? she replied. Suddenly, the strain and the adrenaline proved too much for her system and she blurted, ?Well, first of all I can?t imagine why either of you are single, if you ask me that?s a criminal waste. You could have anyone in the world that you want! And not only that, but don?t worry about ageing, it?s not every man in his forties that can be attractive to women in their teens! You should be out celebrating, not being depressed! I?m the one who should be depressed. I?m 17 and I don?t have a boyfriend, and I?m probably going to be a virgin forever! My friends and family don?t get it about U2, and I?m still stuck in high school, which sucks! My life is so boring I could scream!?
Bono and Adam began to laugh uproariously, and ordered another round of drinks as Emily blushed the colour of her drink. But she soon realized that this was not mockery of her, but genuine amusement and sympathy for her plight. Minutes soon turned into hours as Bono and Adam became very nostalgic for their Mount Temple years, regaling Emily with all sorts of entertaining stories about their youthful antics. Soon the conversation took a more serious note, as they talked about the importance of life experiences, both good and bad. With candlelight glimmering in her warm, auburn hair, and shadows dancing across her face, Emily?s eyes sparkled as she spoke, and Bono and Adam found themselves transfixed. Soon a powerful vibe had taken hold, and the atmosphere became electric. Every word uttered had sexual innuendo, and the flirting became more and more outrageous.
Suddenly, Bono put his arm around her and she could feel his fingertip gently running up and down back of her neck. Every hair on her body stood on end. She swallowed and looked straight ahead. She could feel him looking at her, his face mere inches away. It was so simple but so sensual a gesture, but she didn?t have a clue how to respond.
?I hope you don?t mind my coming on to you like this, I mean, are you thinking I wish he?d stop this now...?? Bono purred in his low voice.
?No, it?s quite welcome.? Before she could begin to wonder what would happen next, his head was on her shoulder. ?Oh, my God....? she thought ?the man I have been dreaming about for so long has his head on my shoulder!? He then began nuzzling her, tenderly rubbing the side of her face with his, his soft hair brushing her face. Adam sipped on his drink and observed the proceedings quietly, not wanting to break the mood.
She continued to stare straight ahead, body rigid with fright. Bono continued tenderly caressing the side of her face with his. Then he put a hand to her cheek, and tried to get her to look at him.
?I?m sorry, but I?m just paralyzed with amazement.? she uttered quietly, only able to bring herself to look at him out of the corner of her eyes. She wished she could enjoy herself more by looking at him full on and by returning his affections, but she really, truly was paralyzed.
?Don?t be paralyzed...you won?t be able to dance!? He intoned gently and playfully. Oh...this was heaven. She had wanted him for so long and look at what was happening! But it was getting very late, and she really had to get home! CURSES!!!! Suddenly last call was announced. Bono looked at his watch.
?I think Adam and I are going to head back to the hotel. Would you like to join us?? Her heart began to thump uncontrollably in her chest. She agreed, and excused herself to use the pay phone and go to the washroom first. She climbed over Bono, her legs brushing against his, and walked away as he and Adam talked in hushed tones.
In the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed in marked contrast to her pale skin. It was becoming increasingly obvious to her that she was going to spend the night with Bono, and tonight was going to be the greatest life experience of all. But could she go through with it? How could she NOT go through with it? If she were to remember in years to come that she could have lost her virginity to Bono and hadn?t taken full advantage of the opportunity, she would never forgive herself! Yes, you shouldn?t just give yourself to anyone, it should be someone you love, but this wasn?t just anyone, it was BONO! And she DID love him! This was just not a normal situation at all, and regular rules did not apply. Besides, she was mature for her age, and she was almost legal anyway. It?s not as if she were 14 or something. And age was just a number. Who cared about trivial stuff like that at a time like this? And furthermore, a man like Bono would take better care of her and have more respect for her feelings. She decided to leave it all in the hands of fate.
She phoned her mother, who was furious that she was still out at the wee hours of the morning. Emily apologized, saying that she had gone out with a bunch of friends after the show and had lost track of time. She was now going to spend the night at Gina?s, and she?d talk to her in the morning. Emily hung up before her mother could say another word. With quivering hands, she opened the bathroom door, half expecting to see that they had left without her. Quite the contrary. Bono and Adam immediately stood and waited for her to get to them. They smiled reassuringly at her, and allowed her to lead the way out of the bar.
Several people asked for autographs, so they paused a few times before leaving the room. The omnipresent blue town car was waiting outside the door. Bono opened the door for her, and in she went. Bono sat beside her, and Adam walked around and got in on the other side. As they drove along, Bono pulled something out of his pocket. It was a bar of dark chocolate. ?Would you like a piece of this dark, manly chocolate?? he asked, a mischievous grin playing on his face. He was so irresistible, and she accepted gratefully.
?Oh, don?t I rate?? Adam pouted. Bono laughed and passed the chocolate over to Adam. Emily sat, flipping the chocolate from one side of her mouth to the other with her tongue, trying with all her might to be calm. Adam?s thigh was touching hers, and he was making no effort to remove it. Not that she minded, Adam meant almost as much to her as Bono did! Then an earth-shattering thought occurred to her. No, it couldn?t be. That was too mind-blowing even to consider.
Soon, they arrived at the hotel. As always, there was a small cluster of the most determined fans waiting. Bono stopped to sign, and Adam escorted Emily inside the building. ?See you there!? Adam yelled at Bono. She wondered where ?there? was. The lobby of the hotel was pretty much deserted, and they were soon on the elevator. Adam pushed a button, and they were off. They wordlessly made their way down the hall, and paused at one of the doors. Adam inserted the card key, the green light went off, and they were in. Adam began to rummage through the mini bar as she sat gingerly on the tip of the king-sized bed. Adam got water for himself, and a mini bottle of champagne for her, which he swiftly and expertly opened.
?I?uh?I don?t know if I?? she hesitated. She didn?t want to get drunk and do something she would regret.
?Oh! Don?t worry, if you don?t want it, I can get you something else. I just thought it might help you to relax a bit; you seem pretty tense. Besides, it?s a night for celebration, isn?t it? She had to agree with that. Besides, it?s not as if she hadn?t ever had anything to drink before! She placed the bottle to her lips and the cool liquid tingled down her throat. Adam sat beside her and put his arm around her, rubbing her back reassuringly.
?Listen. We were talking quite a bit tonight about life experiences. Losing your virginity is certainly huge, but it?s nothing to be afraid of. Bono and I were thinking that either one of us, or even both could make it a joyful and meaningful experience for you. Now, nothing has actually been said out loud, or decided of course, so if this is not what you had in mind, or if any of this makes you afraid, or uncomfortable, just say so. The last thing we want to do is scare you or pressure you into doing something you don?t want to do! We?re just both really attracted to you, and sometimes touring madness leads to all sorts of adventures.? She felt relief coursing through her, but Adam?s words only renewed her love for him and strengthened her resolve. Tonight was the night.
?Thank you, I really do appreciate that. And I also wanted to tell you not to worry about me getting all weird on you after tonight. I have no expectations of you, except that I know this will be one of the greatest nights of my life. I?ve been waiting for this moment forever and I can?t think of anyone I?d rather be with?? Suddenly the door opened, and in walked Bono.
?Are ye fillin? the gerl?s head with nonsense Adam?? Bono grinned and sank into the chair opposite them.
?No, you?ve got it the wrong way ?round, she?s the one messing with MY impressionable mind!? Bono laughed and then his face became serious.
?Emily, did Adam tell you?? his voice faded as Adam and Emily both nodded at him.
?Good.? came the reply. ?I have to admit, after 20 years of being in this band, we?ve never done something like this before?well, maybe Adam has (nervous laugh), but not together. I think we?re more nervous than you are!? Bono removed his blue glasses and put them on the table. Emily began to shake again, and Bono walked carefully towards her, removing his jacket and placing it around her shoulders. Little did he know what a huge thing she had for that jacket! The soft leather creaked slightly as she wrapped it around herself, inhaling the musky scent. Her whole body began to burn with anticipation.
Suddenly Bono?s arms were around her, and his lips were on hers. It happened almost instantaneously, so quickly, she didn?t even see it coming. She could feel pins and needles spreading through her body as she listened to his breath in her ear. His kisses were open-mouthed, all encompassing, and persistent. They sent chills through her. She felt her tongue bump against his teeth, and held his lower lip teasingly between hers. She hoped he was enjoying what she was doing, but it was too late to analyze things now. Soon he was removing his jacket from around her shoulders, throwing it carelessly to the floor, and then her top, and her bra. She didn?t feel remotely embarrassed; in fact she had never felt so womanly and powerful. She eagerly removed his shirt and held him tightly. She loved feeling his warm bare skin on hers and couldn?t get over the amazement of opening her eyes and seeing his face, with those stunning blue eyes staring into hers. All fear had evaporated. Instinct was taking over.
Bono picked her up and lay her down in the middle of the bed, her head on the pillow. He began to kiss his way down her neck to her stomach, tendrils of his tousled hair tickling every inch of her skin as he moved. As Bono began undoing and sliding off her jeans, Adam, who had meanwhile removed all his clothes, lay down next to her, burying his face in her neck. While Bono concentrated on her lower half, Adam worked his magic on her face and torso. She didn?t know where to look or what to focus on. She could feel Bono?s warm breath on her thighs, and she could see Adams lips on her breasts. This overwhelming wave of pure pleasure and delight made her loose herself entirely and she gasped and shuddered involuntarily in ecstasy.
Soon they were changing position and she had removed Bono?s leather pants. That act alone was enough to live on for the rest of her life! First she made love to Bono, and then Adam. Finally, all three lay in a soaking, tangled pile on the bed, breathing hard, hearts pounding.
?Oh My God.? Emily announced to no one in particular.
?Is that good?? Bono asked, twirling a lock of her hair with his finger and gazing lovingly at her. ?Oh, yes.? she replied quietly, kissing him gently to prove her point.
?Was it even better than the real thing?? Adam asked grinning wickedly. She laughed and threw her arms around him. God how she loved them both.
***
The next day, Emily crawled out of bed tiptoeing through the room as her lovers lay snoring blissfully. Every muscle in her body ached. Muscles she didn?t even know existed! In a warm glow, she wrote a long letter about how much their night together had meant to her, and that she was sorry she couldn?t say goodbye in person, but she had to get home before her disappearance was discovered.
Once home, after taking a very long shower, she closed herself in her room, lay down and cocooned herself under her earphones. Suddenly, her mother barged into her bedroom.
?Emily! There?s someone to see you at the door!? Emily shuffled wearily to the front door. There, in front of her very eyes, stood Bono.
?Bono! What are you doing here? Did you get my note? How did you find me?? Wordlessly, Bono threw his arms around her, holding her for a very long time.
?Of all the gin joints in all the world?you had to walk into mine?Listen, Emily?I have to tell ye somethin?. When I woke up, and you weren?t there, you would not have believed the emptiness and panic that enveloped me. I just can?t see myself going on with this tour and leaving you behind! You are someone I could never forget. I know that it was the three of us last night, and we shared something very special and exciting, but I think you and I made a real connection. I don?t think I could share you with anyone else again. I don?t know how you feel, but would you consider waiting for me until after this tour and maybe we could start seeing more of each other? See how it goes? In fact, maybe you could and spend some time with me on the road?? Emily didn?t need to be asked twice.
***
Bono and Emily tried to keep their relationship a secret as best they could, but of course, word soon flew that Bono was ?robbing the cradle? and ?corrupting the youth of America.? Photos of Bono and Emily flooded Interference, and the girls on Pleba were chewing nails with jealousy. Not only this, but she was the envy of EVERYONE at her high school, and now EVERYONE knew who U2 was.
When U2 came to play Toronto, the band secretly booked tickets to see the National Ballet perform Romeo and Juliet. Bono and Emily sat in Row A, transported by the beauty and emotion of the dance. During the intermission, while quaffing champagne, Bono proposed on one knee to Emily, in front of the astonished Patrons. She accepted with delirious happiness as he placed a ring of white gold and pearls on her finger, in honour of her favourite song. One year later, on her 18th birthday, they were married. Majoring in communications and graphic design at Trinity College Dublin, Emily soon started her own style magazine, invested in by her biggest fan, her enthusiastic husband Bono. Adam became one of her closest friends. None of them would ever forget that night of touring madness and how it had brought them together.
The End.
