Hi hi! Thought I'd tell this story here.

Now, like many girls, I'm normally not the type of girl to do this...but anyway, it did happen, so never say never 😅

I drove a couple hours out of town to catch some bands I liked that were touring together - I was friends with the opener, and hadn't seen the other bands on the bill yet. I figured the show would run late, so I got a hotel room walking distance from the venue for the night, and decided I would drive home the next morning.

I got there a bit early and my friends' band let me in with a pass to help them set up and hang out for a bit, grab them a coffee, whatever. Just chilling.

We're shooting the shit for a bit, and I see their merch guy walk in with a couple boxes to start setting up.

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This guy. I mean, he looked like your typical metalhead. Long hair, bearded, tattooed. But like. Something about him was wow. The goofy charisma. The smile.

I meekly make my way over and introduce myself. He's super nice. And he seems exhausted - he has an energy drink in hand and I saw him pull a second, unopened one from his backpack earlier.

I don't know what came over me. I let him know that I had a room nearby, and if he needed a nap at any point, to let me know and I'd take him there. He smiles that amazing smile and thanks me. It leaves me blushing, stuttering. I joke that my intentions are pure. He laughs.

The show's about to get started and I situate myself in the first row so I can hype up my homies. They played a sick-ass set, and I head back to the merch guy...I mean merch table...after to grab a shirt.

I get to the front of the line and point out the shirt I want. He obliges, then leans in so his voice can cut through the noise of the crowd. "Is that room still available? I'm exhausted. I need to drive the van later. I can get the guitarist to cover the table for a bit while I nap. Pure intentions." He winks.

Oh, shit. I didn't actually think he would take me up on it. But I nod enthusiastically and tell him to meet me by the exit when he's ready.

I chug the rest of my drink and twiddle nervously with my phone until I see a tall figure approach me. "Hey!" He grins. "Thanks, again."

"Of course!" I fidget a bit, but then open the door for him. "It's about a 15 minute walk."

The walk starts silent, but not awkward. I honestly can't even remember when we started talking or what we started talking about, because I was so nervous. But by the time we reached my room, we were giggling and bantering and it was lovely.

I hand him the key and let him know to make himself comfortable. And to meet me back at the venue whenever he's done to hand off the key. I stand in the doorway a little awkwardly, not really wanting to leave, but knowing it would be weird to stay.

"I mean..." He starts off. "No, no. Nevermind."

My heartrate spikes. "Okay." I mumble.

"I guess, what I'm trying to say is..." He scratches his head bashfully. "I wouldn't mind a little company. I mean, only if you want."

Oh, do I want.

I close the door behind me and walk into the room. Then open it again. "Let me go down to the lobby store and get some condoms." I'm beet red at this point. "If, uhh..."

He's blushing a little too. It's cute. "Yeah. I mean, if you want."

"Honestly, I've been thinking about it all night." I admit.

"Thank fuck. Me too." He beams.

I got the condoms. We put on some death metal. We made out. Then we fucked three times. His dick was great.

Then we walked back to the venue just as the headliner was wrapping up, and he took his place behind the merch booth again. And he smiled at me, and I melted all over again.