Thought I'd tell this story here too, but with just a little more spicy detail

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.

Wearing a cute little outfit - fishnets, a short skirt, a band tee, and some glittery makeup. I'm feeling good.

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.

record scratch

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. Also, his hands...huge with long fingers. I push dirty thoughts away.

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. Yep, hands still gorgeous. Forearms too. He's lean - skinny but carrying heavy boxes with ease. I wonder what it would be like for him to throw me onto a bed. I push that thought away too.

I don't know what came over me. After talking for a little, 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. "Sure."

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. His breath on my ear sends goosebumps up my arms.

"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 for courage 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. He pushes me up against the wall. We made out. Those hands did amazing work, touching me all over, caressing me, and they knew what they were doing inside of me. Gentle touches, rough grabs, ripping the fishnets, neck kisses, the works.

And color me in the middle of a fanfiction, but his dick was incredible too. "Boyfriend dick" , as they say - long and big but so comfortable. And delicious ;) Hard to get all the way down my throat, but you'd damn well better believe I tried. Sloppily. He liked it.

We fucked three times. I don't usually come from sex but this is probably the closest I've gotten. He had a soft dominant side to him - always asking consent, but had me completely putty with a well placed "good girl" with my arms over my head and a kiss to my collarbone as he slid into me. Holy fuck have I ever been that wet before?

I sure hope I was a good girl, hah, for the universe to reward me like that.

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.

I did get his number, yes, and we did fuck again the next time he was in town.