Amanda and Me Chapter 2

The half hour drive to the art show was nice once I got over my nervousness and just let the conversation flow. We talked about our families and living in the city and our various jobs. It was another great conversation that I felt lucky to be having. I didn't know if I should bring up the surprising sexual part of Friday night but Amanda managed to bring it up after about ten minutes when I mentioned that this would be my first art show. Amanda winked at me and said, "I guess it's a weekend of firsts for you then. But I think you like it." When I smiled and enthusiastically said "yes" she reached over and patted my leg.

Pulling off the freeway into an industrial neighborhood we drove a few blocks and then down a side street by a number of large warehouses. Amanda was looking around and reading the names on the buildings and must have found the right place because she parked at the rear of the small complex. Getting out of the car Amanda shrugged her shoulders.

"The show is in one of these buildings but I'm not sure which one. Let's take a look around." Grabbing my hand Amanda started through the maze of warehouses, peaking in the windows of any building that had light in the window. After checking three or four buildings we finally heard music coming from the next one.

Pulling open the door we stepped into what looked like an amateur rock video set in a warehouse filled with random junk and paintings. The music was blasting and the place was definitely a cooler event than I had ever attended before but Amanda just held on to my hand and led me towards the first sculpture looking thing in the middle of the floor. Standing in front of it I didn't know if what I was looking at was art or just welded together scrap metal that vaguely resembled an eight foot tall statue.

Standing to one side I used this opportunity to sneak looks at Amanda. She was wearing a cute black skirt with a light colored tank top and heeled boots up to her knee. It was casual and sexy but she wouldn't have looked out of place in fancier places. Her hair was down and once again I was struck by how beatiful her face looked and how I couldn't wait to kiss her more. Just as that thought crossed my mind Amanda was lifted off her feet by a six and a half foor bearded mountain of a man.