So, in my last post here I talked about meeting the guy doing merch for my friends' metal band, and how we left the show midway to fuck. I did get his contact info, so we could keep in touch - we got along really well as friends, and we both admitted to the other that we would be interested in continuing to hook up whenever we ended up in the same place.

There was some light chatter for a couple days after we met, while I went home and he continued on tour. Mostly just asking how my day was going, and then a little bit of a racy picture with a simple winky emoji from a hotel bathroom that I could *not* get out of my head. God, I was so unproductive at work that day. Guys, those forearms. That cock. And the way he transformed in the bedroom - goofy and sincere in the streets, and daddy in the sheets. My personal time for the next couple weeks or so were filled with thoughts of that encounter.

I learned at some point that we would be attending the same weekend-long metal festival the next month, and he'd be going as a fan, not working. We had some mutual friends, so I was happy when he mentioned he'd be rooming with someone who I was pretty close to - I was unashamedly excited to get to be around him again, and for us to hopefully have another night together. Given my social battery, I tend to book rooms alone when I know I'm going to be having a long day, so in the back of my head I knew that I would definitely be able to hatch a successful plan to get him back there at some point.

The days couldn't go by fast enough. Our texting escalated into flirting into hardcore sexting, and for the first time in my life I sent a video to someone of myself masturbating. And he went *feral* over it. The other guys I occasionally slept with held no interest to me- and I preferred to hole up at night alone with my phone, basically writing collaborative erotica over text with Merch Guy.

Fast forward, and it's finally festival weekend! I pack some outfits I knew were going to be cute (he mentioned wanting to pull my skirt up and bend me over, so, uh, I packed skirts), and dug into my lingerie collection to figure out what would be hot to wear but comfortable enough for a long weekend both headbanging, giving head, and banging.

What I wasn't expecting after the 5 hour flight and then getting to my hotel room was that I would be hit by a wave of emotion. A friend of mine had passed just a little while previously, who I met at this same festival. And I sat in my room, and I started to cry.

My phone buzzed.

Merch guy: "Hey. I just checked into my room a little bit ago and am hanging with M and P. Are you here yet?"

I thought about not responding, but I figured that this guy had seen my pussy, so I could tell him that I was sad.

Me: "Yeah. Might be a while to come down, though."

Him: "Everything okay?"

Me: "Thinking about E."

Him: "What room? I'll be on my way to hug you."

Me: "You don't have to :/"

Him: "I'm going to. What room?"

So I gave him my room number, and the anticipation started to filter in. The nerves.

I hear a knock. God, I got all cute this morning and now I'm sitting here, feeling like a mess. But I go open the door anyway.

The minute he steps in, he engulfs me in a bear hug. The door thuds behind him. We don't move. I feel warm, and safe. This is my friend. He cares about me.

It might have been minutes, or hours. But I finally look up at him. And he looks down at me. Kindly. Hungrily. And I get on my tiptoes and kiss him.

He pulls back. "I don't want to take advantage of you when you're sad."

"Distract me." I say. "Comfort me. Please."

He holds me closer. "Then, gladly."

And without warning, he spins me around and pins me to the nearest wall, crushing my lips with his, his hands wandering down my body. "Be a good girl for me, and enjoy yourself."

I nodded while his tongue explored my mouth, my hands gripping the back of his head, fingers tangling into his hair. He spreads my thighs with a knee, and I can feel his lips curl into a smile as I involuntarily seek friction between my legs.

Now, I'm not a small girl, as you can tell from my profile. But, somehow, he lifts me and takes me to the bed, throwing me down with fire in his eyes, like his life's goal is to do what I asked of him. He slides my panties to the side under my skirt, and starts gently teasing me.

"Mmm. I love that. I love how wet you are for me." He starts rubbing me with more vigour, and I almost faint from pleasure as he inserts two fingers inside of me. "I know you love my hands. Do they make you feel good?"

I nodded, words escaping me as he pumped in and out.

"Use your words."

"Yes," I breathe.

"Yes who? Be good. Say my name."

I do. And he leans down and rewards me with kisses up and down my neck. I reach one of my hands between us to rub him over his jeans. He was rock hard. I fumble with his zipper, and eventually get it open, running my thumb over the wet spot on his boxers.

"I want it." I whisper.

"I told you, use your words."

"I want...you. Your cock. Inside me." I plead, my hand slipping under the elastic of his underwear to grab at him desperately.

"I want to take my time with you." He protests.

"We have friends waiting. How about tonight?" I promise.

"Mmm. I like the sound of that, clever girl." He slides my shirt up and pulls one of my boobs out from my bra, latching his mouth onto it. He looks up at me. "I'm going to take you. Now."

"Please." I beg.

He slides his fingers out of me and pulls his cock out completely, pulling a condom out of his pocket, then shimmying off his pants and sliding off his boxers. "Your pussy is going to be mine now, but you need to promise that pretty mouth of you to me, later." He rips the condom out of the packet with ferocity, and slides it over his cock.

"Promise me. And then I'll fuck you."

"I promise. Anything." I'm desperate.

He leans down and looks deep into my eyes. "Look at me while I fuck you."

And he slides into me.

I struggle to keep my eyes from rolling back as he works me with slow, long thrusts, a thumb circling my clit, causing my nails to dig into his back. I moan as he leans down to kiss me gently, his tongue running over my lips, before devouring me.

I buck my hips into him as his thrusts get faster and faster. We hold each other closer.

"Fuuuuuuuck." I let out a long moan as he leads me to climax. My first with a partner.

"That's right. Be my good girl. Cum for me." His face is plastered with a shit-eating grin. He knows what he's done. "Are you ready for me to cum for you?"

I nod, then pull his lips back to mine, digging my hands back into his hair.

We clean up, and giggle at my smeared lipstick and his messed up hair. It's been an hour and a half. A few missed messages from our mutual friend, asking if we were actually coming back or...

I smiled. I didn't know how anything would be able to top that - but we still had tonight to look forward to.