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During my last trip I shared an Airbnb with three other girls, we were all in the city for the same study program. Throughout the week we grew a bit closer, going to bars in the evening or shopping in the afternoon, getting breakfast together before the seminar started and these sorts of things. On the second to last evening we didn’t feel like going out, it had been a long week. So we just chilled in the living room of our apartment.

Mel was on her phone. She had a great personality, short woman with brown curly hair. So funny and fierce, it made me gravitate towards her when we talked before the trip. She was a bit tanned from staying south at the coast before and her curvy body looked soft in all the right places. She lounged next to me on the couch while I scrolled on tiktok.

Next to her was Cyra, the tallest of us. Pretty Albanian woman with her long black hair and always styled, she impressed me on day one with her smartness and confidence. Kim was sprawled over a chair, her blond hair hung off the arm rest and that was all I could see from this angle besides her pale feet in the air.

“This is a bit depressing for our last good evening, I know we wanted to stay in but this is so boring,” Cyra remarked.

With a frustrated sigh she got up from the couch and walked over to the open kitchen. Her slippers left little noises against her bare soles.

“What do you have in mind?” I raked my head after her. Damn, she was a beauty. My eyes sinfully wandered up her long legs up to the hem of her pj shorts.

I peeled my eyes away when she briefly looked over her shoulder. “I don’t know. Anyone want a drink? Cheer to the great week?” She asked turning back and basically talking to the fridge.

I looked to the other two women. Both shrugged and raised their brows in my direction. “Yea we’ll take a glass,” I answered for us.

“Perfect,” Cyra chirped and came back with four wine glasses and one of the bottles we bought two days ago. “Would be such a waste not to drink this. We bought them for a reason.”

Kim got up from the chair and joined the rest of us on the couch, sitting down on the wide edge of the L-shape. Cyra spoke a quick toast and we clung our glasses together for the first sip. I felt the warmth of the alcohol run down my throat.

Then we all ended up back on our phones.

Time passed and I sipped my wine, feeling the familiar rush of heat slowly stain my body and work its way up to my face. My eyes grew hazy after half a glass, Instagram suddenly funnier than before. I sunk into the cushion of the couch and pulled my feet closer.

When the first two glasses were empty Cyra broke the silence. “Guys, come on! I know I’m the oldest so if this is too lame for me then it’s too lame for you.”

I snickered and put my phone down. “Fine, okay, you old woman. What are you thinking?” She was just four years older than me which meant all of us were in our mid to late twenties.

So much for old.

Cyra huffed out some air. “I don’t know, something!” She whined. I couldn’t help but laugh again at the fake pouty expression on her face. Sadly, her long lashes were made for that.

She looked cute.

Kim groaned. “Movie? Games? We did karaoke at that bar last night and it was fun to judge others but I’m not in the mood.”

Cyra clicked her tongue. “Nooo…”

That’s when Mel spoke up next to me. “Then what? We’re not 12 anymore, it’s not like we’d play truth or dare.”

That made me laugh and Kim chuckled too but Cyra suddenly turned her face with a very weird expression. “Or! We do that. There’s plenty of things we don’t know about each other, it could be fun!”

I rolled my eyes. “Seriously?” The last time I had played that was in high school. It felt silly and stupid, and I was hardly awake enough to think of creative dates with three women I basically had just met.

“What, scared of dares?” Cyra challenged me. Her dark eyes bored into mine and a smirk tugged on the right corner of her plump lips.

I rolled my eyes again. “No.”

“Okay then… truth or dare?” Her eyebrows wiggled. Her pretty face pulled into a grin and it was hard for me to tell her no. The other two didn’t look impressed at all and just quietly sipped the last drop from their glasses.

I stared at her, pondering if she truly meant it. After half a minute passed I gave in. “Fine, dare.”

“Awesome, I dare you to have another glass of wine.” My eyes widened and she danced back to the kitchen, bringing the second bottle like a trophy.

“Uhh… yeah I don’t know if that’s a good idea… red wine always umm… I mean you can see my eyes and cheeks yes?”

I already felt sluggish, the random giggles came in waves. It was just a matter of time before I’d erupt into a laughing spiral. My feet felt heavy, my butt almost sank into the couch and it felt more difficult to have an actual conversation. If I wanted to survive next morning without a headache, this wasn’t the path.

Cyra shook her head and poured a generous amount of wine into my glass. “You said dare.”

I looked to Mel for help but she just shrugged and pushed her glass to Cyra to fill it up. Kim did the same. I gulped and stared at my full glass. I felt fuzzy and warm, my eyes were definitely glossy and my cheeks red. Nonetheless, I gave in. “Okay…”

I started drinking the second glass, slowly. Just one small sip at first. The alcohol ran down my throat and warmed me from inside out.

“Okay, whatever, your turn Cyra. Truth or dare?” Mel asked. She grabbed her full glass and sipped, still slightly bored.

“Dare!” The corners of her mouth spread wide and she winked at me, as if to prove something.

I quietly shook my head and sunk back into the couch. Mel dared Cyra to text our supervisor and she ended up saying that the morning seminar was truly an inspiration that she will for sure dream about it tonight. The lecture was absolutely boring. I looked at them with mild amusement.

Then Kim dared Mel to perform a lap dance for us since she was a dancer.

My eyes grew wide and sucked my cheeks in. I watched the other’s tease each other for a minute before Mel got up from the couch in her oversized shirt and shorts. She grabbed her phone and picked a song with a slow bass beat, then popped her back and twerked her ass. Cyra started wooing and Kim giggled to herself while I sat there in silence. But I couldn’t help the small smile that played on my lips.

I was disappointed and glad that she didn’t pick me to dance on. My eyes tracked her body moves nonetheless. Mel stepped towards Kim and squatted over her lap, shaking her ass and throwing her head. She looked incredible. The heat of the wine definitely fazed me as I watched her curves move to the music. After roughly a minute she struck out her tongue and grabbed her phone.

“You’re welcome,” she grinned confidently and stopped the music. The other two clapped and cheered.

“Damn gurl, that’s some hot shit,” Cyra stated.

Kim nodded along with her flushed face. “Body tea, moves coffee.”

I was still speechless but complimented her as well to cover up the flush that had crept up my own face. Then I kept sipping my wine until it was my turn to dare Kim.

She was the sweetest of the group, so I dared her to say something awful but honest about one of the participants in the program. She ended up calling this one guy a “total hypocrite” and I let it pass.

“Okay second round… truth or dare?” Cyra looked at me expectantly.

“Dare,” I shrugged and waited for her response. I still felt the warm aftermath of that lap dance but tried to play things cool. The fuzzy sensations from the alcohol blurred the edges though.

“Alright… show us a skill we don’t know you have.” She looked at me with curious eyes. “Like a secret talent.”

I raised my brows. “I don’t think I have one…? I… I don’t know… I write sometimes.” I giggled to myself.

“Like what?” Mel asked from my left. She took another sip of wine and my eyes briefly swept down her body.

“…stories…” I tried to bite down my smile but it didn’t work. I was too tipsy to protect myself. The amount of my published erotica came to mind and I blushed even more. My best kept secret.

“What kind of stories?” Kim asked further, and I opened my mouth but no sound came out.

I looked around trying to come up with something else but the wine had loosened my tongue. “Sexy stories…”

Their eyes widened and Mel gasped. Cyra leaned forward almost spilling wine on the couch. “Really?? Good stuff? Can we read?”

“No, you just wanted to know!” I shook my head and felt a bit of dizziness.

“Nah-uh, I said show!” Cyra argued and the others didn’t leave me off the hook. Mel insisted I show them something and even Kim let her curiosity win over her respectful demeanor.

Reluctantly I reached for my phone and pulled up one of the most generic stories I wrote with the least amount of kink. I read them a few sentences from my notes app, not daring to give my phone out of hand. I didn’t need them to snoop and see the rest.

“Holy-“ Kim’s face pulled into shock.

Cyra’s mouth gaped open. “Fuck-“

“Wow.” Mel looked at me with an impressed face.

“You’re so dirty!?” Kim exclaimed and I just shrugged, suddenly immensely grateful for the second glass of wine. I certainly cared less.

“Whatever, whatever, who’s next?” I sighed and giggled and settled back into the comfy cushion.

“That’s so good though?? Where did you-“

“Let’s move onnnnn,” I cut Mel off. Her eyes lingered on me like she wanted to decipher the rest of the dirty things I kept hidden in my head but Kim put a hand on her arm and they let it go.

“Who’s next?” I urged again.

I couldn’t risk opening up even more, the wine totally slipped into my brain and made me want to forget all my behavior. The fuzzy feeling from seeing Mel dance and the intense energy of her eyes didn’t help my case at all.

“Me,” Cyra said and sipped from her glass.

I turned to my left and met her eyes. “Alright, truth or dare?”

“Dare”

“Okay.” I thought for a moment, then a thought popped up. Still influenced by Mel’s hot date, I smirked, “Show us the sexiest underwear you packed for the trip. We all know you’ve been mingling with guys every night.” I grinned even wider. Ooh, the wine gave me sluggish confidence.

“Wha-“ she tried to protest but Mel interjected saying she was also curious was stylish-Cyra wears.

All of us talked over her until she bit her lip and stared at the ceiling. Defeated, she went to her room and came back with a see through black lace thong. I gulped. My mind immediately went to her round ass in that thing. The girls wooed and feathered air and I chimed in as well, she would look fucking hot in that thing.

Somehow the ice was broken. The next dare for Mel was to demonstrate the best way a guy has made her weak, which resulted in her turning to me. I was suddenly aware how close she sat next to me and when she tilted her head and asked me if I’d mind, I shook my head.

She put one hand on my thigh and the other stole behind my back. I felt my stomach turn to jelly when she squeezed my waist. “So he was somewhat like this,” she explained, “and leaned closer while his hand slowly wandered up my thigh.”

Her warm hand pushed higher on my thigh and a jolt zapped through my stomach. I was glad the wine had already stained my cheeks, I was not able to hold my composure. With wide shy eyes I watched her while I felt every touch from her on my body. My heart pounded stronger in my chest and a heatwave came over my head.

“By then it was I think after the fourth or fifth date. I was out with colleagues and told him I can’t come by later because I’m still out and work was exhausting. He asked me where I was, I told him but again said that I’m tired and will probably head home soon because the crowd was getting loud. So he showed up to the bar, walked over to me and just sat down next to me. Like- Just chilling, introducing himself, very casual. But then he leaned in like this,”

Mel leaned into me and I felt her chest against my arm. I suppressed a shiver as her head came closer, past my face. The other two stared with so much interest that I almost felt embarrassed.

“And he stopped feeling up my thigh but instead tipped his finger against my drink in front of me. And then he squeezed my waist and said,” her hand tightened on me and her voice dropped low, “Why don’t you let me take care of this and then I take care of you.”

Cyra squealed. The noise snapped me out of whatever kind of trance Mel had put me in.

“Wow, wow, wow,” Kim shouted, “that’s SO hot??”

“Mel slowly pulled away and bit her lip. “I swear, my knees turned so weak. Took all of me not to just jump on him right there, hahaha.”

I cleared my throat and pulled away. “So did you let him? I hope you did!”

Mel had a cheeky smile. “He caressed me as he slipped his arm out, paid the bill, and when he came back to me he whispered into my ear that he’s going to take me home now. I grabbed my purse and said bye to the others SO FAST!”

The mood shifted a little, or maybe it was just me. There was a simmering gooey feeling swimming through me.

When Kim picked truth all hell broke loose trying to make her say what the best sex was that she had. Her pale face blushed heavily when she talked about a particular evening after a night out with her ex, apparently he folded her up and fucked her for two straight hours.

We clapped and drank on that. I wasn’t surprised that it was still mostly a vanilla story. It didn’t leave me half as affected as Mel’s reenactment. She was a sweet girl. Innocent maybe, perhaps how I appear to people but only a handful (and a few thousand readers) knew the truth about that.

The next round was even more personal. I picked truth and got asked what my must have for travel is. Cyra wiggled her brows knowingly, and the wine fogged my brain so much that I blurted out, “Sex toys.”

“Girl-“ Mel clutched her imaginary pearls while Kim almost choked on the breath she inhaled.

Cyra snickered. “Knew it.”

“You did not!” I argued but erupted in a laugh. Another flush stained my cheeks.

“Why though?” Kim asked.

“I like having fun wherever I am… not here, cause we share the Airbnb and I didn’t know the acoustics. But generally… every trip.” I shrugged.

“Every trip?” Cyra asked.

I nodded. I felt Mel’s eyes on me and it made me feel uneasy. But Cyra looked intrigued as well, she smacked her lips and squinted her eyes as if she wanted to ask further questions. She didn’t.

Then I dared her to make us a snack because I still had half a glass of wine and already felt my legs swim off the couch.

Mel had to share details about her favorite ex lover and Kim giggled like a school girl when she retold the story of her first experience with a girl. It sounded so sexy and wholesome, got my mind spinning a little. She didn’t elaborate much but I didn’t have any difficulty imagining her sprawled in the sheets with her soft milky skin, pinned under another lovely Scandinavian woman.

I snapped myself out of it. Took another sip. But the woozy feeling between my legs lingered a bit.

The next round was all about best and worst experiences, we almost forgot the dares and chatted away. Who knew how common it was that women didn’t cum during sex? Couldn’t relate any less… but they had a fair share of awful stories. Then curiosity took the best of us and we talked about best techniques, preferences, little sentences people have dropped. I kept my mouth shut about the most things, no need to out myself even more…

But I certainly got more and more intrigued about the others. Mel was fiery and sensual, her experiences sounded hot and passionate and I sure could picture her with her curves getting whatever she wants. Cyra didn’t experience as much variety but what caught my interest was how much she loved pleasing her partner. She practically got off on doing it. Mel was much more selfish. Kim didn’t have a lot of experience but she sure had a type. The shy blonde preferred her partners submissive and eager. What a surprise.

“But wait, so, truth or dare, Kim?” Cyra asked to bring us back to the game. I pushed my thoughts away and looked over to the blonde woman at the end of the couch.

“Uhh… truth.” Kim answered and took another sip.

Cyra pondered for a moment, then snapped her fingers. “How do you keep yourself, waxed or shaved?”

Kim grew red like a tomato. “That’s very personal…” She looked like she wanted to disappear.

I snickered. “The rest wasn’t?”

We had already shared sexual details, preferences and we even shared a shower. After all I learned and talked about, this didn’t feel like the worst question.

“It was, yeah… I shave it.” She admitted. She laughed now thanks to the alcohol but that little crinkle of embarrassment stayed around her eyes.

Cyra sipped her wine. “Like, all of it?” She questioned and drew her eyebrows together.

I thought back to the time where I did that. For years I shaved smooth, I liked it a lot. The softness, feeling so clean. Made me feel sexy and even more nude, kind of accessible. And it was so so soft and smooth.

“Yea,” Kim replied to Cyra. “You don’t?”

Cyra shook her head. And my dirty mind wandered immediately between her legs and imagined the dark curls. Fuck.

“No, I wax but I keep the top trimmed. Very short but there, just don’t like how it feels when it grows. And it makes me feel like a child when it’s all naked.” She shook her head with disgust and took another sip.

I liked how being all smooth and naked had made me feel younger. Playing around with that was fun.

“Agree, “Mel joined the conversation. “I just keep it natural and trim a bit cause the fuck am I? I’m a grown ass woman and if you don’t like it, get lost,” she shared her mind.

I imagined the head of curls between her legs in the same color of her curls on her head. Maybe not my type like that but her confidence was a turn on. And she was gorgeous. Perhaps it wouldn’t turn me off.

Then all eyes landed on me.

Fuck did they read my thought? Did my face give me away? Did I accidentally stare at Mel’s crotch? “What?”

“What about you?” Cyra asked.

“Me? What about me?” Heat ran down my back. Fuck, I must have looked totally like I was thinking about it. I mean, I was, but if they asked then I didn’t have a proper lie at hand.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“Do you shave?” Mel asked casually. The other’s ears perked up with curiosity.

I took a deep breath before answering, feeling the relief fell off my shoulders like a boulder. “I uhh yea, yea I shave. But not all.”

“A little bit wild then!” Mel teased and nudged my arm. I giggled.

“So, how?” Kim got bolder as the alcohol seemed to work. Took her long enough, I thought, I knew if I tried to stand I would wobble and swing.

I pushed a strand of hair out of my face. “Like, everything clean but I keep kinda like a triangle bush thing I guess.”

I laughed it off after my poor excuse for a description but it was really what I meant. Trimmed yes but not super short, natural triangle shaped up a little and everything else as smooth and soft as possible. Just enough for a nose to be buried in little curls without any hair in the mouth. Just enough to hold on and grab but not wild or untamed. Womanly but sexy, grown but not as much of a statement as Mel.

Cyra leaned in, “Interesting… how much growth are we talking here?”

Now it was my turn to blush and hope to disappear. Kim’s eyes fixated on me curiously and even Mel watched me. I gulped.

“Just… some? I don’t know, enough to grab but not super long.” I shrugged and nervously laughed. I didn’t think I ever explained this to someone before. Not even in stories I went into this much detail. I took a sip of my wine in an attempt to comfort myself.

Kim tried to hide a smile behind her hand as Cyra teased me even more. “So… trimmed? Like a neat little patch, as organized as the rest of you?”

I giggled softly to myself. “Kinda.” I avoided their eyes out of embarrassment.

Mel shifted next to me and leaned in as well. “So… is it like, cute? Sexy? How big are we talking, full size or tiny triangle?”

“Oh god, guys, stop,” I laughed and hid my face behind my hands. “Just because we know how every spot of Kim looks like doesn’t mean we need to know every spot of me!”

Kim protested and played offended but Cyra put her hand on my thigh. “Come on, you started with the hints. Now we’re curious!”

“Ugh, I don’t know it’s just a fuzzy triangle, not tiny. And yea I think it’s cute and sexy,” I shrugged, hoping that was satisfying enough. I grabbed my glass and emptied the last big gulp. Oh, the heat rose again. Little dizzy. Warm.

“That honestly sounds adorable,” Mel complimented and smiled before she also took another sip.

“Yea, you guys kind of make me want to grow it, it sounds so feminine,” Kim laughed. I chuckled with her. Maybe she would look good with a patch of gold curls between her legs.

I caught myself and bit my tongue, then swooshed away that thought. Terrible, I was just terrible.

Cyra nodded and sipped as well. “Yea, we’re just appreciating the feminine form!”

“Appreciating or exposing?” I giggled, talking faster than my brain comprehended.

Kim grinned. “Both?”

I laughed to myself and shook my head again. I didn’t expect to share such intimate details with these women and yet I did. The embarrassment slowly wore off but my face stayed hot from alcohol. I felt so soft and relaxed in a way that felt blurry.

Cyra swirled the last bit of wine in her glass when she broke the stretch of silence. “You know what would be interesting though?”

Mel put down her empty glass. “What?”

“If we did both.” Cyra spoke into her glass.

My eyes darted to her with a questioning look. I shimmied into the cushions. “What do you mean?” I gave a relaxed sigh and just felt the fuzzy feelings.

Her eyes met Kim’s, then Mel’s, then mine. Then she shrugged. “You know. Expose and appreciate.”

Kim shook her head just as Mel’s face pulled into a pensive grimace.

“But we already exposed,” I remarked. We already shared all secrets and aspects of our womanhood.

“Yea, but, we could be more appreciative.” Cyra didn’t meet our eyes but she downed the last sip of wine.

I giggled to myself, too drunk to even take her serious. “So talking about pubes wasn’t enough for you?”

Mel shrugged her shoulders and grinned, “Maybe we’d like to see the cute triangle you described.”

My head whipped around and I playfully hit her arm. “You naughty bitch,” I laughed. “Shut up.”

Mel laughed with me and Kim gave us a look. Cyra’s mouth hang open. “Mel that’s an inside thought!”

I was still giggling when Mel retorted, “Oh is it? Was it your inside thought?”

Cyra gasped for air. “Shut up! I just- No, it wasn’t!”

The alcohol totally loosened all inhibitions.

Mel pointed her finger at Cyra and I covered my mouth from laughing. “Was so! Admit it. We all thought it.”

My head turned from left to right again, “What do you mean you ALL thought it?” I laughed loudly.

Mel leaned back. “Just saying, I was curious. And Cyra apparently too.”

“Fuck off, I wasn’t.” Cyra snapped back with a loud laugh. Mel stared at her though and it didn’t take ten seconds for her to fold. “Okay fine, I was curious.”

Mel scooched closer to me and lowered her voice. “So if Cyra was curious, Kim didn’t deny it, and I am just dying to know… would you actually show us?” She bit her lip. Her eyes sparkled with something. “Just a little peek?”

My jaw dropped and I stared at her, not believing what she just said. My face turned hot as if I held it over a flame and I was suddenly very aware of how heavy and fuzzy my arms and legs felt.

On my other side Cyra settled closer to me and Kim moved from her lying position into a sitting one.

“You’re not serious, are you?” I bubbled up with another giggle. My eyes darted from woman to woman.

Mel nudged my arm and rested her chin on my shoulder. “What if we are?”

I felt her breath near my neck and her body temperature next to me. My heart pumped faster in my chest. Cyra suddenly looked the most calm she had all evening and Kim’s shy blush intensified. Her blue eyes rested on me.

“Umm…”

“We live together, we share a shower, we all at one point this week saw each other at least in our underwear.” Cyra listed. “It’s just a little closer than that… and we’re all very curious now.”

My lips parted but I didn’t have the words to express my thoughts, it felt like a whirlwind in my mind. I registered Mel’s fingers toying with the hem of my sleep shorts and as the voices inside my head all babbled away, my body didn’t move. So when her hands slowly pulled down the shorts, I didn’t protest.

part 3

I felt my arousal grow like the tides, washing over my stomach up my chest. His fingers pumped inside me as my hand stroked him, both our bodies leaned back but twisted towards each other.

He was overcome with need, closing the last bits of distance so his lips could hungrily cling to mine, tasting my tongue in fluid motions. His other arm held me close to him.

There was something tender in the air. My messy bed hair mixed with his sleepy voice, sober attraction in soft sheets after a long night. The connection felt almost like a sped up relationship. Meet cute, first date, talking and singing, a road trip, hot sex, waking up together.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he groaned as he pushed his cock into my hand.

I moaned as a response, feeling his fingers hit the spot that made my eyes roll back. Hot pleasure flashed through my center and I tightened my grip around him.

I felt myself clench around his fingers and his throbbing in my hand. My ears picked up on the wet noises that filled the bedroom again and I melted into the tingle which spread between my legs. A throbbing feeling, that familiar tug.

“Please,” I moaned into his mouth.

He understood immediately.

His hand fished for the condom pack beside the bed and I held his cock, ready to pull it on. With a seductive grin he turned back to me. His lips met mine in a brief smooch, then handed the condom over to me.

I smiled cheekily and kneeled, then I rolled it down his shaft while I nipped on his lips. Roll, roll, roll down the length until it was snug around his throbbing cock.

With a gentle push he tipped me over. His body came down between my legs, then his hand tenderly cupped my face for another kiss. I threaded my arms around his neck while I pulled my knees apart, wrapping both my legs softly around his waist.

We moved so easily.

He smiled against my lips and I smiled back into his mouth, feeling his hot cock on my pussy. There was a tension surrounding us, need and passion but not overly hungry that it took over everything else. We enjoyed the suspense for a moment. I let my eyes wander over his messy morning curls and thick eyebrows, searched his eyes for emotion before i let my gaze slide down his big nose to his beard and lips.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered and kissed my nose.

I blushed a little and thanked him with another kiss. That tender feeling was back. He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and I curled a strand of his around my finger. His eyes traveled down my face until they lingered on my lips.

Then he pushed forward. His cock slid inside me, slowly but easily and I gasped. The feeling of his entire body slowly shifting against mine overwhelmed all my senses.

“Yeeessss…” I moaned.

My pussy throbbed already. It felt so good.

Slow and deep he started fucking me, as if he savored every moment. My walls squeezed around him and I released a little huff of air every time he pushed deep, eliciting another jolted pleasure from somewhere inside me.

I felt this entire length rub inside me, bottoming out and pulling back so that only his tip stayed inside. Another slow push. My pussy quivered.

My eyes locked with his and I wrapped myself tighter around his body. It was like drowning in pleasure, a pull between us that deepened every sensation. Our mouths fused together in a deep and tender kiss, lips locking and sticking with so much want that it tasted sweet.

His big shoulders flexed unter my hands while his arms caged me in.

I gripped him with my pussy, clenching strongly. His hips picked up pace, his cock was gliding effortlessly since my wetness made it so easy for him to slide in and out of me. My body shuddered with pleasure and I felt this hot moans against my lips.

„Fuck…“ He rasped.

I nodded, feeling that familiar coil tighten in my core. It was a matter of seconds, not minutes.

He fucked me faster, one hand slid from beside my face down to grab my waist. He squeezed and I moaned into his open mouth. I couldn‘t help but squeeze my eyes shut. Hotter, tighter, my legs already trembled.

Then his arms moved, hoisting my shaky legs on his shoulders and I gasped loud when his cock seemed to pierce the bottom of my lung.

So. Fucking. Deep.

I cried out and he kissed me, swallowing the noise. With strong thrusts he fucked my pussy as he folded my body in half. Pleasure erupted inside me, plowing into every corner of my body and with a final loud gasp I came. He fucked me fast and hard through the waves of my orgasm, I angled my hips towards him with need. When my breathing came in more evenly, he pulled out of my pussy.

Exhausted, my legs slid down his arms. My feet dangled in the air and I caught my breath when he stole another kiss from me.

I whimpered into his mouth, still sensitive and overwhelmed, but he pulled me with him as he rolled on his back.

I was wet, drenched, completely slick with my own arousal. His cock slid over my pussy and between my cheeks, almost daring to slip in the wrong direction when I lowered my hips on his.

His low moan joined my hum when he split me open again, sliding into my pussy. Immediately, I picked up a steady rhythm with my hips. I rolled my body when his hands found my hips, moving with me and pulling me on his cock.

I used his chest to steady myself, planting my palms on his twitching pecs. His face pulled into a glossy look of pure arousal. Wet noises came from between us, and my pussy fluttered again. I rode him faster, throwing my hips in fluid motions on his dick until he moaned my name and squeezed my waist, fighting his own climax.

I didn‘t care. I couldn‘t. My need for release overpowered every other thought and kept me moving fast and strong, until my body shook and trembled.

I came hard. I was panting and burying my nails into his chest when my head rolled around and my pussy clenched him so hard he moaned loudly against the ceiling. I pulsated eight, nine times before I was able to take a deep breath and stop the way my muscles locked.

It fueled him.

He pulled me forward by my arms until my forearms caged his head, then held me up by my waist and started pounding me from below like there was no tomorrow. His cock hit so deep, I felt the entire way of sliding in and out despite being wet like a puddle.

My face hit the pillow next to his ear and I started spasming again.

I fisted the pillow or his curls or both and pressed my hips down to meet him. With forceful thrusts he slammed inside me, faster and hard, until I shuddered with another shriek.

I cried my orgasm out into the pillow.

His arms wrapped around my body, both hands holding opposite sides and I felt so shattered and small in the best way possible that it made me whimper.

His cock stayed hard and buried deep inside me. I slowly pushed my hair out of my face and met his lips in a kiss. His hands swiped over my back, into my hair, down my sides and up to my waist again. I ranked and arched like a kitten, soaking up every little touch and felt a trail of goosebumps erupt over my back. His lips found my again, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and I whimpered into his mouth when he sucked on it. My pussy throbbed again. Insatiable.

Then we rolled.

A surprised yelp left my lips and I ended up with my backside back in the sheets, his dick still filling all of me. He nestled perfectly between my legs with his arms around me in a way that caused no discomfort at all. Just flushed skin pressing together.

„Impressive,“ I remarked.

„Thank you, Princess.“

I blushed, feeling my cheeks heat up in no time. I fought the smile creeping up on my lips.

His handsome face pulled into a sexy grin and he lowered his lips to press a kiss to my right cheek, then my left cheek, then my lips. And he started thrusting his cock inside me again.

His rolled his hips, his arms and hands touched me everywhere and somehow our bodies met in a way that was even better than before.

„Oh- fuck!“ I gasped.

He hit that spot inside me with precision.

Thrust after thrust he pushed inside me, a steady rhythm. I moaned and cried out already, unable to form a single thought. I was present, so in the moment that there was nothing else around me entirely. No birds outside, no light from the window, no stuffed animal around me, no messy clothes on the floor or work in the next hour.

There was just him and the feelings of greatness.

He held on for minutes, could have been ten, could have been fifteen, fucking me relentlessly with the same pace. My eyes rolled around in my skull and after my third orgasm I was barely even able to hold onto his body, fatigue slowly setting in.

„Mmm Princess,“ he moaned my new nickname out. It had been created some time after he carried me up the stairs, princess treatment and all, but hearing him moan like that made it almost sound like a prayer.

I held on to him again, my forehead against his strong shoulder. He kept thrusting inside me with relentless power that I wasn‘t even sure where he got it from until I remembered personal trainers must have stamina. My legs almost gave out, a trembling mess from the intensity that had been rushing through me all night.

Then, finally, his breathing changed and his rhythm loosened. I felt him grow inside me, pulsating so strongly that it pushed against my walls. I moaned again and he moaned into my neck. My pussy stretched around him, I felt so full and drunk on pleasure.

And then I felt him spill. Hot, hard, throbbing so strongly and releasing inside me.

„God, yes!“ He moaned into my ear and it sounded so sexy that it made me clench around him again. Rope after rope, I felt the throbbing waves with my entire pussy.

We stayed like that, my body hot and sweaty under his. When we slowly pulled apart he gave me another kiss, cupping my face, before rolling off of me. I felt wetness under me in the sheets while he took care of the condom, and when I moved slightly a bubble of laughter ripped from my throat.

„What’s up?“ He asked with curiosity as he walked in naked from the bathroom, heavy cock swinging between his legs.

„I think I squirted…“ I breathed, exhausted and satisfied.

„Good…“ He smirked. We shared look at the wet spot on the sheets before he slumped back in bed and pulled me towards him.

His fingers caressed my back and thigh while I nuzzled into his chest, sleepy fatigue winning over for a moment. His lips met my forehead and I shook my head in quiet disbelief. I met that man 12 hours before this moment.

„Shower…?“ I mumbled into his chest hair and I felt him nod.

It took another few minutes before we found the stability and balance to make it to the bathroom. With our playlist back on, he gestured me to get into the shower first and stepped in afterwards, turning the water on and watching it drip down my body.

I bit my lip when the water hit his body, wet muscles under the bathroom lights.

He smiled and tipped my head up with his finger to capture my lips in another kiss.

The water steam turned the tension into hotter chemistry and I handed him the shower gel. Naturally, he started spreading it on my body, soaping me up with long motions and for the first time I really noticed the softness of his hands despite handling weights and workouts every day. No usual callouses to be felt.

„You look so pretty like this…“ He remarked and I giggled.

„You too…“ I gulped. My hands reached for the shower gel.

I mirrored him, soaping up his manly body. My small hands washed over his arms, shoulders, thick neck and chest down his stomach. I took my time, as did he. At the same time, his lips nipped at mine and I leaned into the kiss, having missed the feeling of showering with someone.

Slowly, his hands slid down to wash my ass, palming my cheeks passionately while his tongue slipped inside my mouth.

I felt a drop of water on my nose. His wet curls dripped on my face and he turned us around, so I wouldn‘t get the water stream in my face as he angled my face and kissed me even deeper.

A tingle spread in my stomach when his hand slipped between my legs, washing off the pool of arousal as I let my own palms wander to soap him up. Easily, his fingers slipped through my pussy, with a light touch that didn‘t carry the same need and urgency anymor

„All done…“ he whispered and gave my ass another squeeze.

He stepped out of the shower, holding up my towel to wrap me in it. I smiled wide and when he wrapped himself up, he took my hand to help me out of the shower. Warmth spread in my face. He wrapped his big arms around me and patted me dry, then dried off himself and slung the towel around his hips.

The words „we need to get going“ were already on my tongue and perhaps on my face because his eyes softened as he looked at me. Next I felt this warm hands on my waist when he reached for me and slowly swayed in my bathroom to the song that was on.

My brows raised with pleasant surprise, I didn‘t mind another sway to what seemed to be both our favorite music. Only then I listened to the lyrics. ‚Don‘t say goodbye, before we go and sing our last song, am I crazy that I wanna light this flame, maybe make you change your mind, baby take my hand and I know it‘s the deep end, I‘ll keep you from sinkin‘, there‘s no need for leaving‘

He warmly smiled at me and I smiled back and my tiny bathroom with all the mist and foggy mirrors turned into a romantic movie scene as Kameron Marlowe sang our goodbye.

When the song finished I blow dried my hair and he found us breakfast in my kitchen. We barely sat down together, maybe five minutes, before we truly needed to put on some clothes and make our way downstairs so I could get to work on time. He was already two hours late at that point. But with zero regrets.

„So… let me know how you like Paolo Nutini.“ He said as he opened my car door for me.

I leaned back and pulled him in for another kiss. „And you let me know how much trouble you‘re in for getting almost 2.5h late for work.“

I got into my car, door wide open with him leaning in. „Yeah… will be alright.“ He winked.

I fastened the seatbelt. His head leaned inside my car one last time and he gave me a long tender kiss. „Drive safe. Have fun at work.“

„Thank you. You too,“ I made a tortured face. He had maybe 6 hours of sleep in 48h and a six hour drive ahead to a long work shift.

He laughed. „Thank you. Bye bye.“

„Bye bye“ I smiled.

With a gentle push he closed my car door and I watched him walk to his car, parked across the street. I started mine, turned, and drove next to his. He started his car and looked up through the passenger window to me. I waved and smiled.

I drove off, my phone automatically connected to the car and played the last songs from our playlist. And I got to work with the biggest smile, and an even bigger disbelief for what I just experienced.

part 3

I felt my arousal grow like the tides, washing over my stomach up my chest. His fingers pumped inside me as my hand stroked him, both our bodies leaned back but twisted towards each other.

He was overcome with need, closing the last bits of distance so his lips could hungrily cling to mine, tasting my tongue in fluid motions. His other arm held me close to him.

There was something tender in the air. My messy bed hair mixed with his sleepy voice, sober attraction in soft sheets after a long night. The connection felt almost like a sped up relationship. Meet cute, first date, talking and singing, a road trip, hot sex, waking up together.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he groaned as he pushed his cock into my hand.

I moaned as a response, feeling his fingers hit the spot that made my eyes roll back. Hot pleasure flashed through my center and I tightened my grip around him.

I felt myself clench around his fingers and his throbbing in my hand. My ears picked up on the wet noises that filled the bedroom again and I melted into the tingle which spread between my legs. A throbbing feeling, that familiar tug.

“Please,” I moaned into his mouth.

He understood immediately.

His hand fished for the condom pack beside the bed and I held his cock, ready to pull it on. With a seductive grin he turned back to me. His lips met mine in a brief smooch, then handed the condom over to me.

I smiled cheekily and kneeled, then I rolled it down his shaft while I nipped on his lips. Roll, roll, roll down the length until it was snug around his throbbing cock.

With a gentle push he tipped me over. His body came down between my legs, then his hand tenderly cupped my face for another kiss. I threaded my arms around his neck while I pulled my knees apart, wrapping both my legs softly around his waist.

We moved so easily.

He smiled against my lips and I smiled back into his mouth, feeling his hot cock on my pussy. There was a tension surrounding us, need and passion but not overly hungry that it took over everything else. We enjoyed the suspense for a moment. I let my eyes wander over his messy morning curls and thick eyebrows, searched his eyes for emotion before i let my gaze slide down his big nose to his beard and lips.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered and kissed my nose.

I blushed a little and thanked him with another kiss. That tender feeling was back. He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and I curled a strand of his around my finger. His eyes traveled down my face until they lingered on my lips.

Then he pushed forward. His cock slid inside me, slowly but easily and I gasped. The feeling of his entire body slowly shifting against mine overwhelmed all my senses.

“Yeeessss…” I moaned.

My pussy throbbed already. It felt so good.

Slow and deep he started fucking me, as if he savored every moment. My walls squeezed around him and I released a little huff of air every time he pushed deep, eliciting another jolted pleasure from somewhere inside me.

I felt this entire length rub inside me, bottoming out and pulling back so that only his tip stayed inside. Another slow push. My pussy quivered.

My eyes locked with his and I wrapped myself tighter around his body. It was like drowning in pleasure, a pull between us that deepened every sensation. Our mouths fused together in a deep and tender kiss, lips locking and sticking with so much want that it tasted sweet.

His big shoulders flexed unter my hands while his arms caged me in.

I gripped him with my pussy, clenching strongly. His hips picked up pace, his cock was gliding effortlessly since my wetness made it so easy for him to slide in and out of me. My body shuddered with pleasure and I felt this hot moans against my lips.

„Fuck…“ He rasped.

I nodded, feeling that familiar coil tighten in my core. It was a matter of seconds, not minutes.

He fucked me faster, one hand slid from beside my face down to grab my waist. He squeezed and I moaned into his open mouth. I couldn‘t help but squeeze my eyes shut. Hotter, tighter, my legs already trembled.

Then his arms moved, hoisting my shaky legs on his shoulders and I gasped loud when his cock seemed to pierce the bottom of my lung.

So. Fucking. Deep.

I cried out and he kissed me, swallowing the noise. With strong thrusts he fucked my pussy as he folded my body in half. Pleasure erupted inside me, plowing into every corner of my body and with a final loud gasp I came. He fucked me fast and hard through the waves of my orgasm, I angled my hips towards him with need. When my breathing came in more evenly, he pulled out of my pussy.

Exhausted, my legs slid down his arms. My feet dangled in the air and I caught my breath when he stole another kiss from me.

I whimpered into his mouth, still sensitive and overwhelmed, but he pulled me with him as he rolled on his back.

I was wet, drenched, completely slick with my own arousal. His cock slid over my pussy and between my cheeks, almost daring to slip in the wrong direction when I lowered my hips on his.

His low moan joined my hum when he split me open again, sliding into my pussy. Immediately, I picked up a steady rhythm with my hips. I rolled my body when his hands found my hips, moving with me and pulling me on his cock.

I used his chest to steady myself, planting my palms on his twitching pecs. His face pulled into a glossy look of pure arousal. Wet noises came from between us, and my pussy fluttered again. I rode him faster, throwing my hips in fluid motions on his dick until he moaned my name and squeezed my waist, fighting his own climax.

I didn‘t care. I couldn‘t. My need for release overpowered every other thought and kept me moving fast and strong, until my body shook and trembled.

I came hard. I was panting and burying my nails into his chest when my head rolled around and my pussy clenched him so hard he moaned loudly against the ceiling. I pulsated eight, nine times before I was able to take a deep breath and stop the way my muscles locked.

It fueled him.

He pulled me forward by my arms until my forearms caged his head, then held me up by my waist and started pounding me from below like there was no tomorrow. His cock hit so deep, I felt the entire way of sliding in and out despite being wet like a puddle.

My face hit the pillow next to his ear and I started spasming again.

I fisted the pillow or his curls or both and pressed my hips down to meet him. With forceful thrusts he slammed inside me, faster and hard, until I shuddered with another shriek.

I cried my orgasm out into the pillow.

His arms wrapped around my body, both hands holding opposite sides and I felt so shattered and small in the best way possible that it made me whimper.

His cock stayed hard and buried deep inside me. I slowly pushed my hair out of my face and met his lips in a kiss. His hands swiped over my back, into my hair, down my sides and up to my waist again. I ranked and arched like a kitten, soaking up every little touch and felt a trail of goosebumps erupt over my back. His lips found my again, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and I whimpered into his mouth when he sucked on it. My pussy throbbed again. Insatiable.

Then we rolled.

A surprised yelp left my lips and I ended up with my backside back in the sheets, his dick still filling all of me. He nestled perfectly between my legs with his arms around me in a way that caused no discomfort at all. Just flushed skin pressing together.

„Impressive,“ I remarked.

„Thank you, Princess.“

I blushed, feeling my cheeks heat up in no time. I fought the smile creeping up on my lips.

His handsome face pulled into a sexy grin and he lowered his lips to press a kiss to my right cheek, then my left cheek, then my lips. And he started thrusting his cock inside me again.

His rolled his hips, his arms and hands touched me everywhere and somehow our bodies met in a way that was even better than before.

„Oh- fuck!“ I gasped.

He hit that spot inside me with precision.

Thrust after thrust he pushed inside me, a steady rhythm. I moaned and cried out already, unable to form a single thought. I was present, so in the moment that there was nothing else around me entirely. No birds outside, no light from the window, no stuffed animal around me, no messy clothes on the floor or work in the next hour.

There was just him and the feelings of greatness.

He held on for minutes, could have been ten, could have been fifteen, fucking me relentlessly with the same pace. My eyes rolled around in my skull and after my third orgasm I was barely even able to hold onto his body, fatigue slowly setting in.

„Mmm Princess,“ he moaned my new nickname out. It had been created some time after he carried me up the stairs, princess treatment and all, but hearing him moan like that made it almost sound like a prayer.

I held on to him again, my forehead against his strong shoulder. He kept thrusting inside me with relentless power that I wasn‘t even sure where he got it from until I remembered personal trainers must have stamina. My legs almost gave out, a trembling mess from the intensity that had been rushing through me all night.

Then, finally, his breathing changed and his rhythm loosened. I felt him grow inside me, pulsating so strongly that it pushed against my walls. I moaned again and he moaned into my neck. My pussy stretched around him, I felt so full and drunk on pleasure.

And then I felt him spill. Hot, hard, throbbing so strongly and releasing inside me.

„God, yes!“ He moaned into my ear and it sounded so sexy that it made me clench around him again. Rope after rope, I felt the throbbing waves with my entire pussy.

We stayed like that, my body hot and sweaty under his. When we slowly pulled apart he gave me another kiss, cupping my face, before rolling off of me. I felt wetness under me in the sheets while he took care of the condom, and when I moved slightly a bubble of laughter ripped from my throat.

„What’s up?“ He asked with curiosity as he walked in naked from the bathroom, heavy cock swinging between his legs.

„I think I squirted…“ I breathed, exhausted and satisfied.

„Good…“ He smirked. We shared look at the wet spot on the sheets before he slumped back in bed and pulled me towards him.

His fingers caressed my back and thigh while I nuzzled into his chest, sleepy fatigue winning over for a moment. His lips met my forehead and I shook my head in quiet disbelief. I met that man 12 hours before this moment.

„Shower…?“ I mumbled into his chest hair and I felt him nod.

It took another few minutes before we found the stability and balance to make it to the bathroom. With our playlist back on, he gestured me to get into the shower first and stepped in afterwards, turning the water on and watching it drip down my body.

I bit my lip when the water hit his body, wet muscles under the bathroom lights.

He smiled and tipped my head up with his finger to capture my lips in another kiss.

The water steam turned the tension into hotter chemistry and I handed him the shower gel. Naturally, he started spreading it on my body, soaping me up with long motions and for the first time I really noticed the softness of his hands despite handling weights and workouts every day. No usual callouses to be felt.

„You look so pretty like this…“ He remarked and I giggled.

„You too…“ I gulped. My hands reached for the shower gel.

I mirrored him, soaping up his manly body. My small hands washed over his arms, shoulders, thick neck and chest down his stomach. I took my time, as did he. At the same time, his lips nipped at mine and I leaned into the kiss, having missed the feeling of showering with someone.

Slowly, his hands slid down to wash my ass, palming my cheeks passionately while his tongue slipped inside my mouth.

I felt a drop of water on my nose. His wet curls dripped on my face and he turned us around, so I wouldn‘t get the water stream in my face as he angled my face and kissed me even deeper.

A tingle spread in my stomach when his hand slipped between my legs, washing off the pool of arousal as I let my own palms wander to soap him up. Easily, his fingers slipped through my pussy, with a light touch that didn‘t carry the same need and urgency anymor

„All done…“ he whispered and gave my ass another squeeze.

He stepped out of the shower, holding up my towel to wrap me in it. I smiled wide and when he wrapped himself up, he took my hand to help me out of the shower. Warmth spread in my face. He wrapped his big arms around me and patted me dry, then dried off himself and slung the towel around his hips.

The words „we need to get going“ were already on my tongue and perhaps on my face because his eyes softened as he looked at me. Next I felt this warm hands on my waist when he reached for me and slowly swayed in my bathroom to the song that was on.

My brows raised with pleasant surprise, I didn‘t mind another sway to what seemed to be both our favorite music. Only then I listened to the lyrics. ‚Don‘t say goodbye, before we go and sing our last song, am I crazy that I wanna light this flame, maybe make you change your mind, baby take my hand and I know it‘s the deep end, I‘ll keep you from sinkin‘, there‘s no need for leaving‘

He warmly smiled at me and I smiled back and my tiny bathroom with all the mist and foggy mirrors turned into a romantic movie scene as Kameron Marlowe sang our goodbye.

When the song finished I blow dried my hair and he found us breakfast in my kitchen. We barely sat down together, maybe five minutes, before we truly needed to put on some clothes and make our way downstairs so I could get to work on time. He was already two hours late at that point. But with zero regrets.

„So… let me know how you like Paolo Nutini.“ He said as he opened my car door for me.

I leaned back and pulled him in for another kiss. „And you let me know how much trouble you‘re in for getting almost 2.5h late for work.“

I got into my car, door wide open with him leaning in. „Yeah… will be alright.“ He winked.

I fastened the seatbelt. His head leaned inside my car one last time and he gave me a long tender kiss. „Drive safe. Have fun at work.“

„Thank you. You too,“ I made a tortured face. He had maybe 6 hours of sleep in 48h and a six hour drive ahead to a long work shift.

He laughed. „Thank you. Bye bye.“

„Bye bye“ I smiled.

With a gentle push he closed my car door and I watched him walk to his car, parked across the street. I started mine, turned, and drove next to his. He started his car and looked up through the passenger window to me. I waved and smiled.

I drove off, my phone automatically connected to the car and played the last songs from our playlist. And I got to work with the biggest smile, and an even bigger disbelief for what I just experienced.

I was dressed in a long dress and a thin coat although it was the middle of winter. For the evening I went out with a group of people to some event, but afterwards I had a massage booked in a fancy place right next door. So eventually I excused myself and walked over there, entering the beautiful building with dramatic Beaux artstyle.

My masseur was already waiting for me at the steps of the room, sitting casually on the stairs. He was tall, handsome and fit. He prepared the room with scented mist and quiet music as I took off my coat and shoes, then he prepared a curtain for me to undress behind. That’s when another equally attractive man came in. I froze a bit, they talked, the other man left again. I received a very relaxing massage from man 1. After I got dressed and walked out again, man 2 waited for me. He showed me the building, talked about how he started this job and because of the massage I was already feeling woozy and loose so when he took my waist and kissed me, I didn’t resist at all. He pulled me back into the same room and hoisted me up on his hips, and then the massage table.

That’s when the other man walked in again, meaning to clean the room. He looked like he was about to say something and left again. And my man 2 just shrugged, “his loss” and slowly undressed me. My body was so soft from the massage, he was eager to touch every part of me. He sucked on my nips and rubbed my pussy, made me cum on his fingers and had me lie down in different positions to stimulate me even better. Then the door opened again and the first man stood there. Tent in his pants. And my man just grinned, “yea, you’re missing out…”

I woke up so wet, it only took a minute to cum and I’m fingering myself. I need a damn shower but even more, I need to find a way to make this fantasy happen

part 2

I moaned as he rubbed over my clit, sparks flying behind my closed eyes. Then his fingers slipped lower, one finger hooking deep inside me immediately, finding the spot that made me gasp for air. I rolled my hips into his hand and he added a second finger, motioning like waves.

Wet noises came from my pussy and he kissed me again, beard lightly scratching my face. My face fell forward into the crook of his neck.

His fingers kept the same pace but urgency and need fueled my body, causing me to roll and ride his hand faster. I heard him moan and felt his other hand grab me tighter. Another whimper escaped my lips.

My palm slid down his torso and he understood, briefly slipping out of me to pull down his boxer briefs before we landed in the same position again. His fingers slipped inside easily, continuing their steady movements as my hand once again brushed down his upper body over his tight stomach until my palm found the throbbing length between his legs.

I moaned with pleasure. My hand worked slowly up and down his hardness, I could have easily used two hands to jerk him off. He was thicker, but not as thick as my arm like the guy before him. I wasn’t in the mood to get split in half again. This was fantastic.

His thumb found my clit and I moaned against the skin of his neck, rolling my hips again to ride him faster. I felt the pleasure prickle in my body and twist in my center, coiling tighter in the familiar spiral. I jerked him off in the same speed, my hand smoothly gliding up and down his shaft.

But then he pulled his fingers out.

I whimpered at the loss, confused and frustrated as I was getting close.

“Condom?” He rasped. “I want to feel that…”

‘That’ unmistakably meaning my shaking orgasm squeezing around his hard cock.

I gulped at the thought of it and another heatwave made its way up my spine into my head.

I reached next to my bed in the box of sensuality that held anything sex related in my home. Easily, I retrieved the box of condoms and handed one over to him.

He slipped it on while I kissed his neck and let my fingertips draw over his pecs and shoulder muscles. I eyed his flexing bicep while he handled himself and felt my nose flare again, he looked so hot in my bed.

His face turned to kiss me and my tongue licked into his mouth.

“Where do you want to be… on top or under me?” He whispered. The faint air of breath on my skin caused another wave of goosebumps feathering over my body.

I hadn’t been on top forever. The feeling of riding his fingers gave me shivers already. But what I was craving more than anything was being caged in by those biceps as I clung to his back muscles with his cock pounding me like there was no tomorrow.

“You on top,” I rasped, my breath short from just this image in my head, “…for now.”

I saw his Adam’s Apple bop when he swallowed. Then he grabbed my thighs and pulled me into the middle of the bed, positioning himself between my legs.

Anticipation bubbled inside me like boiling water.

He swiped his cock through my wetness before lining up the tip of his cock with my pussy and I raised my hips to welcome him more easily. His eyes met mine and I bit my lip before my eyes swiftly flew over the image before me, wanting to drink it all in.

One of his forearms was planted beside my head and the other arm still stretched out, palm beside me on the pillow. I felt his cock perfectly angled to slide in any moment. His face pulled into a state of arousal depicted by his glossy brown eyes and his slightly parted lips. And his body was lightly contoured by the faint light coming from the living room, contrasting him deliciously.

The hand next to my head wandered down to grab my hip and in a swift motion he buried his cock inside me.

I gasped. Then I shoved my hands up his back, crashing against his body. A long blissful “Yessssss…” hissed from my lips in harmony with his deep moan.

He slowly pulled out again, then pushed in. My chin rested on his shoulder and his lips pressed against the spot where my neck met my shoulder. Slow but intense, his cock moved inside me. So deep, so good, I let out shaky breaths against his skin.

I fell back into the pillow with one leg hooked around his waist, angling myself to take him fully. He bottomed out and I felt him hit me deep, knocking the wind from my lungs.

With a strong last squeeze he released my hips and brought his other arm up to my head, caging me in.

Holy fuck yes please.

All I saw was arms and shoulders and his sexed up face. Another slow push inside me, I arched with him. My pussy lightly stretched around him. My eyes rolled back and I draped my other leg up, wrapping both around him.

His hips rolled against mine, slowly picking up pace and I moved with him. My hands fanned out across his back, desperate to feel more of him.

I saw the way his eyes drunk me in, every micro expression of my face, every little noise. His hand pushed under my leg and he hoisted it up on his shoulder, folding my body. The other leg followed and I whimpered, knowing what would come.

He pushed in, harder, stronger, hitting my cervix and I gasped loudly as my body folded even tighter.

My hands found its way up his body until I held on to his neck and pushed my fingertips into the base of his hair.

It felt like he pierced right to my center, hitting my cervix over and over which yes, was a bit much intense and a little painful in that dull bump kind of pain but it mixed with all the pleasure and need streaming from my core into the rest of me.

Faster and faster he drilled into me, my breath couldn’t keep up with how fast he knocked it out of my lungs as if his cock literally hit them with each thrust. I spasmed around him, clenching tight and I shifted my hips a little more.

His skin shimmered with a light layer of sweat and I rested my forehead against his chest, feeling his muscle twitch against me.

It ripped through me like lightning.

I cried out as the pleasure rippled through my body. My eyes squeezed shut from the intensity as waves of relieve swept me away. I felt his cock pulsate inside me, throbbing so strongly in my clenching pussy that I was almost worried he’d cum as well.

The swell of him made the whole climax even more intense as it added a slight stretch to my squeezes. When I came down from my high, he slowly slid my legs down his arms, letting me catch my breath.

“Fucking hell…” he mumbled.

“Me now…” I breathed hard. I pushed my left leg against him to signal we should turn around.

He held my body as he maneuvered us, briefly slipping out, but sliding right back in once I was seated on his lap.

I slightly leaned back, steadying myself with my hands on his big thighs and started moving. Rolling my hips with fluid motions I saw a whole new pleasure erupt in his face.

His jaw fell open and his hands fisted next to my calves as his eyes rolled around in his skull. With every roll of my hips, his eyes rolled back. With every pull back, he opened them, eager not to miss a second of looking at me. But he lost the battle to himself.

My hard nips pointed to him, my body sung with ecstasy. I rode him faster and faster, that coil of pleasure tightening once again until I let out a glottal moan and spasmed on his cock once again.

His hands came up to hold my hips, then he reached for my hands and I laced our fingers.

I kept riding him, my pussy squeezing around his cock until I came apart another two times. I was sure there was already a sticky wet mess running down to his balls.

He pulled me forward by our joint hands and planted mine next to his head before roaming my waist and back with his palms. Hungrily, his mouth collided with mine and he sucked my lips between his teeth as I kept rolling my hips into him.

I moaned into his mouth and he lightly bit my lip. His legs angled, giving me better support and we both moaned out in pleasure as I slid back down onto him. Wet noises came from where his cock slid inside me.

His hands brushed down my back until he grabbed my hips, pushing and pulling me on and off his cock. I steadied myself on my palms, rolling my hips up and down with the motions of his hands. His tongue slid into my mouth again, dancing with my own in the heat of the moment. Between kisses our moans mingled every time his hips thrusted up to push even deeper.

My pussy clenched again, throbbing intensely with hot pleasure. I whimpered into his mouth and only managed to nod, encouraging him to keep going as my body chased the release. My hips snapped faster and his fingers dug into my skin, sliding me back and forth on his hard cock.

With a sob tearing free from my throat I shattered again, squeezing and pulsating around his length. I pressed myself against him, seeking a last bit of friction, then my legs rattled in ecstasy.

I came up for air again, leaning back and lightly grinding my hips into his. Wickedly, his face pulled into a sexy grin and he caressed over my left thigh before dipping his thumb between my legs. His eyes fixated my face, the pad of his thumb found my clit.

He drew string circles around my clit, my pussy clenched again and I moved a little faster, a little stronger, a little more out of breath when my head rolled around.

“Yea… come on…” his low voice whispered into the dark and I didn’t need more than that. I shuddered with bliss.

His arms wrapped around me, sort of, or maybe just my hips, but he rolled us around again without ever sliding an inch outside my still throbbing pussy until I was planted underneath is body again.

I gave a surprised noise from me, impressed even, but he didn’t give me time to appreciate the smoothness of his act. His cock drilled into me with a relentless pace, making me gasp and cry out.

I grabbed his shoulders, my nails lightly scratched over his skin. He moaned against my neck, nipping at my skin and then gently but passionately bit his way down my neck and across my shoulder.

Every little sting elicited more pleasure from me and combined the stimulation into a huge sensory experience. Goosebumps rose all over my body and the prickle stretched over my scalp.

My whimpers changed again. My nails clung to his shoulder muscles and I threw my hips up to meet his when another orgasm crashed through me.

He stayed deep inside, kissing me tenderly and brushing his thumb over my cheek. I melted into the touch, then he slowly pulled out of me and wrapped his hands around my thighs.

With a little shriek from me, he flipped me over.

My stomach slid against the soft sheets and I peered over my shoulder as he pulled my legs apart. Then I felt his cock at my pussy again. With an anticipatory squeak, I raised my hips to meet him there and his cock slid into my wet pussy with a single smooth thrust.

The air crushed out of my lungs again. The position allowed him even deeper, hitting spots in me that left me completely breathless and fighting for a gasp. Stars exploded behind my eyelids.

With no mercy he pounded me slow but hard, I couldn’t even produce sounds anymore. He picked up pace, holding on to my ass with a tight grip while his hips slapped against mine. I arched my back even more, presenting him the spots I wanted him to hit while fighting for my dear life under the intensity of his thrusts.

I hung on by a thread. Overstimulation and the need for more concurred deep inside my core, spiraling deeper and deeper. The dull pain of his cock hitting my cervix and leaving me choked up was still overpowered by the rapidly building fire of release.

He fucked faster, impossible fast and hard, and with one last scream into the pillow I pressed my pussy on his cock.

My orgasm swept me away, washed me out, threw me against a wall of fire.

My hips fell down into the mattress. Exhaustion took over. He slowed down, slowly sliding inside me in prone bone. His arms gently caged in my head and he smoothed out my hair. I enjoyed the small motions, his little grunts and the lewd noises from my drenched pussy.

He got faster, but not harder, shortening his range of motion until he moaned into my ear. I clenched my pussy, feeling the same strong throb of his cock from before. He swelled up inside me, I felt his pulse so strongly against the walls of my pussy.

He groaned. Then again. Push, push, push and then I felt him grow even bigger, even hotter and his cum spilled into the condom. I felt so full, pump after pump he throbbed inside me.

He gave me one last tight squeeze and kissed the back of my head before slowly pulling out. He threw the condom out and washed up, then came back with a towel from my bathroom to clean up the well of arousal I created. Then he fell back into bed.

"Fuck…" he gasped. His arm stretched out to me and I snuggled on his chest.

"Mhmmm yes…" I sleepily replied back.

He placed a kiss on my temple and wrapped his arm around me as he rested naked, stretched out in my bed. His soft cock rested on his stomach and I brushed my hand over his body until I wrapped my fingers around his dick.

He made a satisfied humming noise and I nuzzled my face into his chest. His tripped hair was long enough to be soft against my chest but not so long it tickled. His hand caressed up and down my back, causing another wave of goosebumps ghosting over my body.

I pulled the sheets up, halfway across our bodies, while my thumb still gently stroked over his heavy cock in my hand. He placed another kiss on my forehead before his breathing evened and he slowly drifted off. To the low pounds of his heartbeat I eventually fell asleep as well.

I woke up naked, rolled up in the sheets with his body behind me. One arm rested on me, he shifted around and I felt his bicep flex under my head.

My eyes blinked open and I stretched like a kitten before rolling around, resting my head on his chest again. My eyes wandered down his naked body, the sheets all bunched up around me.

With a finger lifting my head, he kissed me good morning.

“Morning,” I whispered.

“Morning,” he returned, his voice low and rumbling from sleep.

An alarm started playing from the living room and I remembered the alarm we set so he could be out my house by 8 and on the road. He groaned and slipped out of the bed, walking naked through my place over to the living room to retrieve his phone. I looked at his trained ass moving through my apartment and giggled to myself.

He came back, cock soft and heavy as he climbed back into bed with me. In the dark the night before I barely got a good look at him but now he looked handsome. Trimmed hair, muscular, thick, proportionate in all ways. A sleepy boyish grin snapped me out of my thoughts and I cuddled back up with him.

His hands softly trailed over my shoulders and back. I let my fingers explore his torso again, running my fingertips over the ridges and lines, the softness and warmth. My hand slowly drew larger circles, dipping to his waistline. Then I let my hand brush under the sheets over his hips and his half hard cock tipped against my hand.

I smiled.

“Can’t help it… I got naked pretty girl on me.” He rumbled.

My hand palmed him, stroking twice and he grew harder.

He moaned.

I looked up at him and met his brown eyes. “So… when do you have to leave…?”

He kissed me deeply, tongue plunging between my lips. His head angled while his hand held my neck and I sighed into his mouth.

My hand stroked him faster, his had brushed from my neck down, tugging on my nip before pushing between my legs.

part 2

I moaned as he rubbed over my clit, sparks flying behind my closed eyes. Then his fingers slipped lower, one finger hooking deep inside me immediately, finding the spot that made me gasp for air. I rolled my hips into his hand and he added a second finger, motioning like waves.

Wet noises came from my pussy and he kissed me again, beard lightly scratching my face. My face fell forward into the crook of his neck.

His fingers kept the same pace but urgency and need fueled my body, causing me to roll and ride his hand faster. I heard him moan and felt his other hand grab me tighter. Another whimper escaped my lips.

My palm slid down his torso and he understood, briefly slipping out of me to pull down his boxer briefs before we landed in the same position again. His fingers slipped inside easily, continuing their steady movements as my hand once again brushed down his upper body over his tight stomach until my palm found the throbbing length between his legs.

I moaned with pleasure. My hand worked slowly up and down his hardness, I could have easily used two hands to jerk him off. He was thicker, but not as thick as my arm like the guy before him. I wasn’t in the mood to get split in half again. This was fantastic.

His thumb found my clit and I moaned against the skin of his neck, rolling my hips again to ride him faster. I felt the pleasure prickle in my body and twist in my center, coiling tighter in the familiar spiral. I jerked him off in the same speed, my hand smoothly gliding up and down his shaft.

But then he pulled his fingers out.

I whimpered at the loss, confused and frustrated as I was getting close.

“Condom?” He rasped. “I want to feel that…”

‘That’ unmistakably meaning my shaking orgasm squeezing around his hard cock.

I gulped at the thought of it and another heatwave made its way up my spine into my head.

I reached next to my bed in the box of sensuality that held anything sex related in my home. Easily, I retrieved the box of condoms and handed one over to him.

He slipped it on while I kissed his neck and let my fingertips draw over his pecs and shoulder muscles. I eyed his flexing bicep while he handled himself and felt my nose flare again, he looked so hot in my bed.

His face turned to kiss me and my tongue licked into his mouth.

“Where do you want to be… on top or under me?” He whispered. The faint air of breath on my skin caused another wave of goosebumps feathering over my body.

I hadn’t been on top forever. The feeling of riding his fingers gave me shivers already. But what I was craving more than anything was being caged in by those biceps as I clung to his back muscles with his cock pounding me like there was no tomorrow.

“You on top,” I rasped, my breath short from just this image in my head, “…for now.”

I saw his Adam’s Apple bop when he swallowed. Then he grabbed my thighs and pulled me into the middle of the bed, positioning himself between my legs.

Anticipation bubbled inside me like boiling water.

He swiped his cock through my wetness before lining up the tip of his cock with my pussy and I raised my hips to welcome him more easily. His eyes met mine and I bit my lip before my eyes swiftly flew over the image before me, wanting to drink it all in.

One of his forearms was planted beside my head and the other arm still stretched out, palm beside me on the pillow. I felt his cock perfectly angled to slide in any moment. His face pulled into a state of arousal depicted by his glossy brown eyes and his slightly parted lips. And his body was lightly contoured by the faint light coming from the living room, contrasting him deliciously.

The hand next to my head wandered down to grab my hip and in a swift motion he buried his cock inside me.

I gasped. Then I shoved my hands up his back, crashing against his body. A long blissful “Yessssss…” hissed from my lips in harmony with his deep moan.

He slowly pulled out again, then pushed in. My chin rested on his shoulder and his lips pressed against the spot where my neck met my shoulder. Slow but intense, his cock moved inside me. So deep, so good, I let out shaky breaths against his skin.

I fell back into the pillow with one leg hooked around his waist, angling myself to take him fully. He bottomed out and I felt him hit me deep, knocking the wind from my lungs.

With a strong last squeeze he released my hips and brought his other arm up to my head, caging me in.

Holy fuck yes please.

All I saw was arms and shoulders and his sexed up face. Another slow push inside me, I arched with him. My pussy lightly stretched around him. My eyes rolled back and I draped my other leg up, wrapping both around him.

His hips rolled against mine, slowly picking up pace and I moved with him. My hands fanned out across his back, desperate to feel more of him.

I saw the way his eyes drunk me in, every micro expression of my face, every little noise. His hand pushed under my leg and he hoisted it up on his shoulder, folding my body. The other leg followed and I whimpered, knowing what would come.

He pushed in, harder, stronger, hitting my cervix and I gasped loudly as my body folded even tighter.

My hands found its way up his body until I held on to his neck and pushed my fingertips into the base of his hair.

It felt like he pierced right to my center, hitting my cervix over and over which yes, was a bit much intense and a little painful in that dull bump kind of pain but it mixed with all the pleasure and need streaming from my core into the rest of me.

Faster and faster he drilled into me, my breath couldn’t keep up with how fast he knocked it out of my lungs as if his cock literally hit them with each thrust. I spasmed around him, clenching tight and I shifted my hips a little more.

His skin shimmered with a light layer of sweat and I rested my forehead against his chest, feeling his muscle twitch against me.

It ripped through me like lightning.

I cried out as the pleasure rippled through my body. My eyes squeezed shut from the intensity as waves of relieve swept me away. I felt his cock pulsate inside me, throbbing so strongly in my clenching pussy that I was almost worried he’d cum as well.

The swell of him made the whole climax even more intense as it added a slight stretch to my squeezes. When I came down from my high, he slowly slid my legs down his arms, letting me catch my breath.

“Fucking hell…” he mumbled.

“Me now…” I breathed hard. I pushed my left leg against him to signal we should turn around.

He held my body as he maneuvered us, briefly slipping out, but sliding right back in once I was seated on his lap.

I slightly leaned back, steadying myself with my hands on his big thighs and started moving. Rolling my hips with fluid motions I saw a whole new pleasure erupt in his face.

His jaw fell open and his hands fisted next to my calves as his eyes rolled around in his skull. With every roll of my hips, his eyes rolled back. With every pull back, he opened them, eager not to miss a second of looking at me. But he lost the battle to himself.

My hard nips pointed to him, my body sung with ecstasy. I rode him faster and faster, that coil of pleasure tightening once again until I let out a glottal moan and spasmed on his cock once again.

His hands came up to hold my hips, then he reached for my hands and I laced our fingers.

I kept riding him, my pussy squeezing around his cock until I came apart another two times. I was sure there was already a sticky wet mess running down to his balls.

He pulled me forward by our joint hands and planted mine next to his head before roaming my waist and back with his palms. Hungrily, his mouth collided with mine and he sucked my lips between his teeth as I kept rolling my hips into him.

I moaned into his mouth and he lightly bit my lip. His legs angled, giving me better support and we both moaned out in pleasure as I slid back down onto him. Wet noises came from where his cock slid inside me.

His hands brushed down my back until he grabbed my hips, pushing and pulling me on and off his cock. I steadied myself on my palms, rolling my hips up and down with the motions of his hands. His tongue slid into my mouth again, dancing with my own in the heat of the moment. Between kisses our moans mingled every time his hips thrusted up to push even deeper.

My pussy clenched again, throbbing intensely with hot pleasure. I whimpered into his mouth and only managed to nod, encouraging him to keep going as my body chased the release. My hips snapped faster and his fingers dug into my skin, sliding me back and forth on his hard cock.

With a sob tearing free from my throat I shattered again, squeezing and pulsating around his length. I pressed myself against him, seeking a last bit of friction, then my legs rattled in ecstasy.

I came up for air again, leaning back and lightly grinding my hips into his. Wickedly, his face pulled into a sexy grin and he caressed over my left thigh before dipping his thumb between my legs. His eyes fixated my face, the pad of his thumb found my clit.

He drew string circles around my clit, my pussy clenched again and I moved a little faster, a little stronger, a little more out of breath when my head rolled around.

“Yea… come on…” his low voice whispered into the dark and I didn’t need more than that. I shuddered with bliss.

His arms wrapped around me, sort of, or maybe just my hips, but he rolled us around again without ever sliding an inch outside my still throbbing pussy until I was planted underneath is body again.

I gave a surprised noise from me, impressed even, but he didn’t give me time to appreciate the smoothness of his act. His cock drilled into me with a relentless pace, making me gasp and cry out.

I grabbed his shoulders, my nails lightly scratched over his skin. He moaned against my neck, nipping at my skin and then gently but passionately bit his way down my neck and across my shoulder.

Every little sting elicited more pleasure from me and combined the stimulation into a huge sensory experience. Goosebumps rose all over my body and the prickle stretched over my scalp.

My whimpers changed again. My nails clung to his shoulder muscles and I threw my hips up to meet his when another orgasm crashed through me.

He stayed deep inside, kissing me tenderly and brushing his thumb over my cheek. I melted into the touch, then he slowly pulled out of me and wrapped his hands around my thighs.

With a little shriek from me, he flipped me over.

My stomach slid against the soft sheets and I peered over my shoulder as he pulled my legs apart. Then I felt his cock at my pussy again. With an anticipatory squeak, I raised my hips to meet him there and his cock slid into my wet pussy with a single smooth thrust.

The air crushed out of my lungs again. The position allowed him even deeper, hitting spots in me that left me completely breathless and fighting for a gasp. Stars exploded behind my eyelids.

With no mercy he pounded me slow but hard, I couldn’t even produce sounds anymore. He picked up pace, holding on to my ass with a tight grip while his hips slapped against mine. I arched my back even more, presenting him the spots I wanted him to hit while fighting for my dear life under the intensity of his thrusts.

I hung on by a thread. Overstimulation and the need for more concurred deep inside my core, spiraling deeper and deeper. The dull pain of his cock hitting my cervix and leaving me choked up was still overpowered by the rapidly building fire of release.

He fucked faster, impossible fast and hard, and with one last scream into the pillow I pressed my pussy on his cock.

My orgasm swept me away, washed me out, threw me against a wall of fire.

My hips fell down into the mattress. Exhaustion took over. He slowed down, slowly sliding inside me in prone bone. His arms gently caged in my head and he smoothed out my hair. I enjoyed the small motions, his little grunts and the lewd noises from my drenched pussy.

He got faster, but not harder, shortening his range of motion until he moaned into my ear. I clenched my pussy, feeling the same strong throb of his cock from before. He swelled up inside me, I felt his pulse so strongly against the walls of my pussy.

He groaned. Then again. Push, push, push and then I felt him grow even bigger, even hotter and his cum spilled into the condom. I felt so full, pump after pump he throbbed inside me.

He gave me one last tight squeeze and kissed the back of my head before slowly pulling out. He threw the condom out and washed up, then came back with a towel from my bathroom to clean up the well of arousal I created. Then he fell back into bed.

"Fuck…" he gasped. His arm stretched out to me and I snuggled on his chest.

"Mhmmm yes…" I sleepily replied back.

He placed a kiss on my temple and wrapped his arm around me as he rested naked, stretched out in my bed. His soft cock rested on his stomach and I brushed my hand over his body until I wrapped my fingers around his dick.

He made a satisfied humming noise and I nuzzled my face into his chest. His tripped hair was long enough to be soft against my chest but not so long it tickled. His hand caressed up and down my back, causing another wave of goosebumps ghosting over my body.

I pulled the sheets up, halfway across our bodies, while my thumb still gently stroked over his heavy cock in my hand. He placed another kiss on my forehead before his breathing evened and he slowly drifted off. To the low pounds of his heartbeat I eventually fell asleep as well.

I woke up naked, rolled up in the sheets with his body behind me. One arm rested on me, he shifted around and I felt his bicep flex under my head.

My eyes blinked open and I stretched like a kitten before rolling around, resting my head on his chest again. My eyes wandered down his naked body, the sheets all bunched up around me.

With a finger lifting my head, he kissed me good morning.

“Morning,” I whispered.

“Morning,” he returned, his voice low and rumbling from sleep.

An alarm started playing from the living room and I remembered the alarm we set so he could be out my house by 8 and on the road. He groaned and slipped out of the bed, walking naked through my place over to the living room to retrieve his phone. I looked at his trained ass moving through my apartment and giggled to myself.

He came back, cock soft and heavy as he climbed back into bed with me. In the dark the night before I barely got a good look at him but now he looked handsome. Trimmed hair, muscular, thick, proportionate in all ways. A sleepy boyish grin snapped me out of my thoughts and I cuddled back up with him.

His hands softly trailed over my shoulders and back. I let my fingers explore his torso again, running my fingertips over the ridges and lines, the softness and warmth. My hand slowly drew larger circles, dipping to his waistline. Then I let my hand brush under the sheets over his hips and his half hard cock tipped against my hand.

I smiled.

“Can’t help it… I got naked pretty girl on me.” He rumbled.

My hand palmed him, stroking twice and he grew harder.

He moaned.

I looked up at him and met his brown eyes. “So… when do you have to leave…?”

He kissed me deeply, tongue plunging between my lips. His head angled while his hand held my neck and I sighed into his mouth.

My hand stroked him faster, his had brushed from my neck down, tugging on my nip before pushing between my legs.

part 1

The first green flag was him sitting next to me at the table by the street outside the falafel place. Not across, like most people do, but on the same side. Then, he ordered vegan for both of us. Then a glass of white wine. And before the server even left us alone, he scooched his entire chair closer to me and leaned in. His scent flowed into my nose.

“One of my favorite things to do is people watching and making up stories. So that group over there…” He vaguely gestured to three guys coming our way. “… is definitely on a mission but see the left one? Oblivious, shy, first night out.”

I chuckled because the poor man did indeed look pretty lost.

“Sounds coherent,” I nodded.

“Coherent…” he leaned back in his chair and studied my face. “Damn, you really are well read, aren’t you?”

I chuckled and grinned, shrugging it off.

“And cute too.”

His brown eyes stared into mine and I fought the smile that climbed up my face. “Thanks.” My fingers itched with something and I bounced my foot under the table.

The server interrupted with food and our wine. But his eyes stayed on me. “Cheers,” he reached for his glass and we pinged them together. His eyes never left mine and I slowly felt my pulse picking up pace.

I took another sip and focused on the taste of the wine in my mouth, cool against the warm summer air and my skin.

“You know,” he went on, “when I got us the second drinks, a dude came up to me saying that my girlfriend is really cute. I told him ‘She’s not my girlfriend, I just met her’ and he wished me good luck.”

I laughed, surprised at the story. “The girl from the bathroom said something similar.”

“Yea? Guess people were rooting for us. Not all of them though.” He took a sip of his wine.

My face scrunched up. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “The girls behind us. Looked pretty bitchy and I was just like ‘this is a concert, why can’t you let us have fun?!’” He scrunched his brows and the frown on his face made him look cuter.

“Maybe they were jealous of me…” I remarked with a long look into his eyes. He had been the hottest guy on the entire balcony, at least the hottest solo one. I remembered that.

He laughed, “Maybe but isn’t girls code to be happy for each other?”

I shrugged, “No idea what their problem was but I didn’t notice it much, was kinda focused on the singer.”

“And me.”

I squinted. “You sure ‘bout that?”

He pushed his hand over his chest and acted heartbroken. “However will I recover from this? And here I thought you were cute.”

I chuckled cheekily and he chimed in. Then I took a bite of my falafel dürum and he did the same. We kept reminiscing, laughing, making up stories about people nearby.

Then his eyes darted to the table in front of us more frequently and for the first time that evening I let my eyes wander that direction. It was a large group of men, late thirties or maybe forties.

“They seem so invested in something, kinda obvious how that one turned around to us for the third time now.” He stated.

I hadn’t even noticed. The wine stained my cheeks and the dürum tasted amazing that the remaining brain capacity single handedly had focused on the personal trainer next to me, whose arm chilled on my arm rest in a way that made me lean on his muscles.

“Hm,” was all I could add to the conversation.

“Can’t blame them I guess, you’re cute to look at. Especially with your blush like that.” He leaned back a little and placed his food down. His eyes lingered on my face and I felt that buzz travel through my stomach again.

My eyes roamed him and I sucked my lower lip between my teeth. “Yeah, can’t help it, I don’t drink much and the effects set in early…”

“It’s pretty…” He looked at my cheeks and then at my lips. I let go of my lip and tried to calm my composure as another smile and a wave of heat erupted in my body.

He shifted closer, slow enough to give me a chance to stop him but my body buzzed with energy and the wine turned my brain into this happy ball of fuzz. His nose nudged my face, my heart slowly pounded against my rips and then his lips landed on mine. Slow and tentative. His beard tickled my face and I felt his hand come up to hold my neck.

He tasted like wine and falafel and warm and sort of sweet. His soft tongue swept over the seam of my lips and I smiled. The kiss melted into another and another before he pulled away and looked at me with that crooked man smile guys do. I broke eye contact but the corners of my mouth pulled up again.

“So pretty when you try not to blush.”

I turned away but a laughter bubbled out of my mouth. I shook my head and grabbed my food again, and he resumed as well.

We stayed at that table for another hour chatting away before I went to the restroom and when I came back he had his phone in his hand and a stressed expression on his handsome face.

“What wrong?” I sat down in my chair again.

“The hotel reservation I had is sort of gone. They couldn’t find it in the system. Check in was until the concert but I had to go directly to the venue because of the long drive… and they said it’s okay, I should just call to let them know. I did and now did it again but, they can’t find it.”

“Oh.”

In my tipsy state I tried to make out the math. I had learned he needed to be at work the next day at 2pm and that he’d only come here for this niche artist, the drive was at least six to seven hours and another hour in the wrong direction to my place.

Plus, I didn’t even know the man.

Nobody had even stepped into my bedroom in the last ten or eleven months and even though he had a car here, was it a good idea to do this? I had work in the morning as well, I didn’t even mean to stay up this long and I wasn’t sure about night trains to my place either. So many unsure variables.

“Have you already paid for the room?” Was my next question.

“Yea, I did.”

“So… call again maybe? Maybe someone else will pick up and find the reservation.” Because did I even want this stranger in my pretty girl home?

He got someone on the phone and argued a bit back and forth and then he looked at me. “How far away is your place?”

“An hour with the car at least. Maybe more.” I bit my lip.

“Would you even… would you even be comfortable? With this?” His face softened.

Was I? That was the question.

“Yeah, we can go to my place,” I heard myself say, “but it’s not exactly tidied up for guests.” Clothes all over the bedroom, my lunch still on the stove, clutter on the living room table and I was sure my vibrator was somewhere just laying in bed.

“Sure?”

I nodded.

“Yea, can I just cancel that then? Yes, that… okay. Thanks. Bye bye.” He hung up. His hands moved closer to my face until he held it in his big palms and looked deep into my eyes. “Let’s go then?”

My eyes widened and I felt the warmth of his body fuse with my own, heart beating strongly in my chest. My blood pumped through my veins and it was as if the whole world around us suddenly quieted down. I nodded and zoned in on his lips smiling warmly at me.

They met mine. Soft but wanting, he sucked my lower lip into his mouth and my body melted against his, softness meeting muscle and he smelled good and tasted like wine and my mind swirled like pretty ribbons in the wind.

When he pulled away, he let out a bigger breath. Then his hands brushed from my face and he laced our fingers again. Swiftly, he pulled me up from the chair and spun me around by my hand before putting his arm around my shoulders again, walking with me back to his car.

We talked about flowers and romantic gestures and I learned about his true lover boy nature underneath the commitmentphobe. He opened the car door for me and gave me his phone to be the dj and the entire one hour and fifteen minute drive we sang to our favorite artists. Because obviously, our entire taste in music matched. Every song I played from our genre and vibe, every niche artist or big singer, and I sang and laughed as we drove through the night. Soon his fingers interlaced with mine as we hit the highway. I drove that same route countless of times over the years. And never did I enjoy it that much.

He pulled up at my place and opened the car door for me, kissing me again. Then I unlocked the door to my building, and as we made our way up the first flight of stairs, he said, “I would carry you up here.”

I squinted. “Ummm, you don’t have to do that,” I laughed. “That’s really not necessary.”

“Why not, you don’t think I could?”

“You had two hours of sleep before working, driving to the concert, going out all night with me and driving here. I know you’re fit but I live on the fourth floor.” We made it up another flight of stairs.

“So what you’re saying is, you don’t think I can.”

I took a breath. I was not about to start a discussion about my insecurity with a stranger and not wanting him to make a noise trying to carry me up a narrow steep staircase. “Do you feel challenged now? It’s absolutely fine.”

“A bit yea. I’ll carry you.” He took a big step up to me.

“What? No, don’t, that’s ridiculous.” I laughed and kept walking. We reached the second floor.

“No, let me.”

I stopped and looked at him with mild annoyance. His eyes sparkle with mischief and a cocky smile played on his lips and then he already got into position, swinging one arm behind my knees and the other behind my back.

“Wha-“

Effortlessly and without even a bigger breath, he lifted me to his chest and resumed climbing up the stairs. My jaw dropped a little and I stared at him.

His arms felt stoic under me, unmovable and hard with muscle but somehow soft enough to be comfortable. My arm dangled from his shoulder and the tip of my nose touched his beard, he smelled great despite his long day.

He made sure my dangling feet didn’t hit the narrow railing of the stairs and I gulped down whatever feeling came up inside me. Then I laced my hands behind his neck, not even having to hold on to him for anything, and a nervous laughter ripped from my throat. “Okay, personal trainer, fine, this is fun.”

He gave me a knowing look.

I buried my face in his neck for a moment, overcome by the urge to hide the expression on my face. Any body image issue I ever had erased from my mind replaced by the sheer fact that anyone who ever breathed or grunted or told me to move off their lap after a while was simply not strong enough and it was their embarrassment, not mine to carry.

We reached my floor and I pointed to my door but he didn’t let me down. “I’ll carry you across the threshold.”

My cheeks grew warm.

“Oh, sure? Cause-“ I stretched my arm out but we were too tall for me to open the door.

Next thing I know, this man squatted down with me on his arms until I unlocked the door and tipped it open with my flying foot.

He straightened again, my swooning face right in his, and carried me over the threshold through the hall inside my living room where he gently set me down on my feet.

I was too stunned to say something as he pulled off his shoes and sat his keys down on my table, unbothered by the fitness test he just did. “Th-thanks” I managed. Grinning, then laughing, then pulling my shoes off before walking over to him.

His hands were on me in a heartbeat, pulling me in by my waist as his lips crashed against mine. My hands roamed up the veins on his arms, up his bicep over his shoulder until I held onto his trap muscles and felt them flex when he pulled me closer. We landed on the couch and the kisses became slower, sensual and tentative until we slowly pulled apart.

“We still have our playlist to finish…” he remarked as he slipped a strand of hair behind my ear and I nodded. We connected his phone to my tv playing our Spotify jam and went back and forth between singing, chatting and kissing. My shirt flew off and so did his, bearing is upper body for the first time and I controlled my eyes so hard not to stare.

The chain with one pendant dangled between his pecs, body hair fanning out perfectly symmetrical from his chest over his fit stomach and coming together in a happy trail that disappeared into his jeans. Trimmed but soft. His hot skin pressed against mine and my fingers started slowly exploring every inch in reach. Every time a pleasure to attract gym bros with my soft body, I thought to myself. And yet he somehow brought it to a new level.

His fingers dug into my waist as his tongue dipped into my mouth and he grabbed me stronger, pulling me flush against his body. Our favorite songs played in the back, singing of yearning love and last chances.

His hands brushed up my body into my hair to slip off my hair tie that held my waves in a loose ponytail all night. He groaned, approvingly, then snapped off my bra. I couldn’t help but giggle which then turned into a soft moan when he kissed his way to my nipples before sucking one in his mouth. I fisted a handful of his curls as I slung my leg over his massive thigh.

He elicited moans and squeaks from me before pulling me up and off the couch. I stumbled into him and giggled, asking him what he was doing but he simply guided my hands around his neck and started swaying to the next song. The same song we swayed to at the venue.

I smiled at him and he leaned his forehead against mine, slowing dancing chest to chest. More like chest to stomach. His lips moved on mine, slow and full of emotion. My fingertips reached for his hair, twirling a soft strand around my finger while his hands caressed up and down my back and sides. When the song ended he picked me up again before he lowered both of us on my small couch. Me on top of him.

His pants came off, then mine, legs intertwined and my head on his shoulder and he placed a little kiss on the side of my forehead as we closed our eyes and listened to the music. Je te laisserai des mots. No rush, no urge, he let me take my time and simply basked with me in the moment and energy. I felt his heart beating, his muscles twitching with anticipation and something growing as i trailed my fingertips over his torso, brushing through his body hair and following the contours of his muscles.

And I felt that tug between my legs, the prickle on my skin, his semi hard on resting against my thigh in his black boxers. I was sure there was a wet spot in my black thong.

So when he kissed me again, our mouths pressed harder and his hands grabbed me stronger. We moved against each other and got up from the couch. When I took his hand and stepped towards the door when he shook his head, slipping his fingers from mine.

“No,” his other big palm on my waist stopped me. “I’ll do this right.” He grinned at me and I shot him a questionable look when his hands slid into place and he lifted me from the floor once more.

One arm under my knees, one behind my back. I slung my arms around his neck and kissed his shoulder, giggling like a school girl as he carried me to my bed. Then he gently set me down before climbing in with me. One hand on my face, the other pulling me into his body and half on top.

I felt my mind swim away again as the waves of heat started to form and flow through my body. It was dark, the light of the living room barely streaming in but the music kept going, playing Teddy Swims Somebody should kiss you and he kissed me again.

His hand hooked behind my knee and pulled me on top of him. His hard cock slid against my stomach, then down and his lips kept sucking on mine. The familiar prickle of arousal traveled through my body to my core, causing me to arch into him. I felt his big hand slide over my skin up my thigh until he palmed my ass.

I moaned into his mouth when he squeezed and pressed me into his groin.

Then his thumb hooked into my thong and he pulled the fabric over the curve off my ass. ”Okay?“

I nodded.

He pulled my underwear from my legs and swung my thigh over his middle again before pushing two fingers slowly into my mouth. I sucked on them. His stomach twitched. Then he pushed his hands between my legs and I internally chuckled, knowing that wetting his fingers had been unnecessary because when his fingertips connected with my pussy for the first time I was already coated with my arousal.

part 1

The first green flag was him sitting next to me at the table by the street outside the falafel place. Not across, like most people do, but on the same side. Then, he ordered vegan for both of us. Then a glass of white wine. And before the server even left us alone, he scooched his entire chair closer to me and leaned in. His scent flowed into my nose.

“One of my favorite things to do is people watching and making up stories. So that group over there…” He vaguely gestured to three guys coming our way. “… is definitely on a mission but see the left one? Oblivious, shy, first night out.”

I chuckled because the poor man did indeed look pretty lost.

“Sounds coherent,” I nodded.

“Coherent…” he leaned back in his chair and studied my face. “Damn, you really are well read, aren’t you?”

I chuckled and grinned, shrugging it off.

“And cute too.”

His brown eyes stared into mine and I fought the smile that climbed up my face. “Thanks.” My fingers itched with something and I bounced my foot under the table.

The server interrupted with food and our wine. But his eyes stayed on me. “Cheers,” he reached for his glass and we pinged them together. His eyes never left mine and I slowly felt my pulse picking up pace.

I took another sip and focused on the taste of the wine in my mouth, cool against the warm summer air and my skin.

“You know,” he went on, “when I got us the second drinks, a dude came up to me saying that my girlfriend is really cute. I told him ‘She’s not my girlfriend, I just met her’ and he wished me good luck.”

I laughed, surprised at the story. “The girl from the bathroom said something similar.”

“Yea? Guess people were rooting for us. Not all of them though.” He took a sip of his wine.

My face scrunched up. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “The girls behind us. Looked pretty bitchy and I was just like ‘this is a concert, why can’t you let us have fun?!’” He scrunched his brows and the frown on his face made him look cuter.

“Maybe they were jealous of me…” I remarked with a long look into his eyes. He had been the hottest guy on the entire balcony, at least the hottest solo one. I remembered that.

He laughed, “Maybe but isn’t girls code to be happy for each other?”

I shrugged, “No idea what their problem was but I didn’t notice it much, was kinda focused on the singer.”

“And me.”

I squinted. “You sure ‘bout that?”

He pushed his hand over his chest and acted heartbroken. “However will I recover from this? And here I thought you were cute.”

I chuckled cheekily and he chimed in. Then I took a bite of my falafel dürum and he did the same. We kept reminiscing, laughing, making up stories about people nearby.

Then his eyes darted to the table in front of us more frequently and for the first time that evening I let my eyes wander that direction. It was a large group of men, late thirties or maybe forties.

“They seem so invested in something, kinda obvious how that one turned around to us for the third time now.” He stated.

I hadn’t even noticed. The wine stained my cheeks and the dürum tasted amazing that the remaining brain capacity single handedly had focused on the personal trainer next to me, whose arm chilled on my arm rest in a way that made me lean on his muscles.

“Hm,” was all I could add to the conversation.

“Can’t blame them I guess, you’re cute to look at. Especially with your blush like that.” He leaned back a little and placed his food down. His eyes lingered on my face and I felt that buzz travel through my stomach again.

My eyes roamed him and I sucked my lower lip between my teeth. “Yeah, can’t help it, I don’t drink much and the effects set in early…”

“It’s pretty…” He looked at my cheeks and then at my lips. I let go of my lip and tried to calm my composure as another smile and a wave of heat erupted in my body.

He shifted closer, slow enough to give me a chance to stop him but my body buzzed with energy and the wine turned my brain into this happy ball of fuzz. His nose nudged my face, my heart slowly pounded against my rips and then his lips landed on mine. Slow and tentative. His beard tickled my face and I felt his hand come up to hold my neck.

He tasted like wine and falafel and warm and sort of sweet. His soft tongue swept over the seam of my lips and I smiled. The kiss melted into another and another before he pulled away and looked at me with that crooked man smile guys do. I broke eye contact but the corners of my mouth pulled up again.

“So pretty when you try not to blush.”

I turned away but a laughter bubbled out of my mouth. I shook my head and grabbed my food again, and he resumed as well.

We stayed at that table for another hour chatting away before I went to the restroom and when I came back he had his phone in his hand and a stressed expression on his handsome face.

“What wrong?” I sat down in my chair again.

“The hotel reservation I had is sort of gone. They couldn’t find it in the system. Check in was until the concert but I had to go directly to the venue because of the long drive… and they said it’s okay, I should just call to let them know. I did and now did it again but, they can’t find it.”

“Oh.”

In my tipsy state I tried to make out the math. I had learned he needed to be at work the next day at 2pm and that he’d only come here for this niche artist, the drive was at least six to seven hours and another hour in the wrong direction to my place.

Plus, I didn’t even know the man.

Nobody had even stepped into my bedroom in the last ten or eleven months and even though he had a car here, was it a good idea to do this? I had work in the morning as well, I didn’t even mean to stay up this long and I wasn’t sure about night trains to my place either. So many unsure variables.

“Have you already paid for the room?” Was my next question.

“Yea, I did.”

“So… call again maybe? Maybe someone else will pick up and find the reservation.” Because did I even want this stranger in my pretty girl home?

He got someone on the phone and argued a bit back and forth and then he looked at me. “How far away is your place?”

“An hour with the car at least. Maybe more.” I bit my lip.

“Would you even… would you even be comfortable? With this?” His face softened.

Was I? That was the question.

“Yeah, we can go to my place,” I heard myself say, “but it’s not exactly tidied up for guests.” Clothes all over the bedroom, my lunch still on the stove, clutter on the living room table and I was sure my vibrator was somewhere just laying in bed.

“Sure?”

I nodded.

“Yea, can I just cancel that then? Yes, that… okay. Thanks. Bye bye.” He hung up. His hands moved closer to my face until he held it in his big palms and looked deep into my eyes. “Let’s go then?”

My eyes widened and I felt the warmth of his body fuse with my own, heart beating strongly in my chest. My blood pumped through my veins and it was as if the whole world around us suddenly quieted down. I nodded and zoned in on his lips smiling warmly at me.

They met mine. Soft but wanting, he sucked my lower lip into his mouth and my body melted against his, softness meeting muscle and he smelled good and tasted like wine and my mind swirled like pretty ribbons in the wind.

When he pulled away, he let out a bigger breath. Then his hands brushed from my face and he laced our fingers again. Swiftly, he pulled me up from the chair and spun me around by my hand before putting his arm around my shoulders again, walking with me back to his car.

We talked about flowers and romantic gestures and I learned about his true lover boy nature underneath the commitmentphobe. He opened the car door for me and gave me his phone to be the dj and the entire one hour and fifteen minute drive we sang to our favorite artists. Because obviously, our entire taste in music matched. Every song I played from our genre and vibe, every niche artist or big singer, and I sang and laughed as we drove through the night. Soon his fingers interlaced with mine as we hit the highway. I drove that same route countless of times over the years. And never did I enjoy it that much.

He pulled up at my place and opened the car door for me, kissing me again. Then I unlocked the door to my building, and as we made our way up the first flight of stairs, he said, “I would carry you up here.”

I squinted. “Ummm, you don’t have to do that,” I laughed. “That’s really not necessary.”

“Why not, you don’t think I could?”

“You had two hours of sleep before working, driving to the concert, going out all night with me and driving here. I know you’re fit but I live on the fourth floor.” We made it up another flight of stairs.

“So what you’re saying is, you don’t think I can.”

I took a breath. I was not about to start a discussion about my insecurity with a stranger and not wanting him to make a noise trying to carry me up a narrow steep staircase. “Do you feel challenged now? It’s absolutely fine.”

“A bit yea. I’ll carry you.” He took a big step up to me.

“What? No, don’t, that’s ridiculous.” I laughed and kept walking. We reached the second floor.

“No, let me.”

I stopped and looked at him with mild annoyance. His eyes sparkle with mischief and a cocky smile played on his lips and then he already got into position, swinging one arm behind my knees and the other behind my back.

“Wha-“

Effortlessly and without even a bigger breath, he lifted me to his chest and resumed climbing up the stairs. My jaw dropped a little and I stared at him.

His arms felt stoic under me, unmovable and hard with muscle but somehow soft enough to be comfortable. My arm dangled from his shoulder and the tip of my nose touched his beard, he smelled great despite his long day.

He made sure my dangling feet didn’t hit the narrow railing of the stairs and I gulped down whatever feeling came up inside me. Then I laced my hands behind his neck, not even having to hold on to him for anything, and a nervous laughter ripped from my throat. “Okay, personal trainer, fine, this is fun.”

He gave me a knowing look.

I buried my face in his neck for a moment, overcome by the urge to hide the expression on my face. Any body image issue I ever had erased from my mind replaced by the sheer fact that anyone who ever breathed or grunted or told me to move off their lap after a while was simply not strong enough and it was their embarrassment, not mine to carry.

We reached my floor and I pointed to my door but he didn’t let me down. “I’ll carry you across the threshold.”

My cheeks grew warm.

“Oh, sure? Cause-“ I stretched my arm out but we were too tall for me to open the door.

Next thing I know, this man squatted down with me on his arms until I unlocked the door and tipped it open with my flying foot.

He straightened again, my swooning face right in his, and carried me over the threshold through the hall inside my living room where he gently set me down on my feet.

I was too stunned to say something as he pulled off his shoes and sat his keys down on my table, unbothered by the fitness test he just did. “Th-thanks” I managed. Grinning, then laughing, then pulling my shoes off before walking over to him.

His hands were on me in a heartbeat, pulling me in by my waist as his lips crashed against mine. My hands roamed up the veins on his arms, up his bicep over his shoulder until I held onto his trap muscles and felt them flex when he pulled me closer. We landed on the couch and the kisses became slower, sensual and tentative until we slowly pulled apart.

“We still have our playlist to finish…” he remarked as he slipped a strand of hair behind my ear and I nodded. We connected his phone to my tv playing our Spotify jam and went back and forth between singing, chatting and kissing. My shirt flew off and so did his, bearing is upper body for the first time and I controlled my eyes so hard not to stare.

The chain with one pendant dangled between his pecs, body hair fanning out perfectly symmetrical from his chest over his fit stomach and coming together in a happy trail that disappeared into his jeans. Trimmed but soft. His hot skin pressed against mine and my fingers started slowly exploring every inch in reach. Every time a pleasure to attract gym bros with my soft body, I thought to myself. And yet he somehow brought it to a new level.

His fingers dug into my waist as his tongue dipped into my mouth and he grabbed me stronger, pulling me flush against his body. Our favorite songs played in the back, singing of yearning love and last chances.

His hands brushed up my body into my hair to slip off my hair tie that held my waves in a loose ponytail all night. He groaned, approvingly, then snapped off my bra. I couldn’t help but giggle which then turned into a soft moan when he kissed his way to my nipples before sucking one in his mouth. I fisted a handful of his curls as I slung my leg over his massive thigh.

He elicited moans and squeaks from me before pulling me up and off the couch. I stumbled into him and giggled, asking him what he was doing but he simply guided my hands around his neck and started swaying to the next song. The same song we swayed to at the venue.

I smiled at him and he leaned his forehead against mine, slowing dancing chest to chest. More like chest to stomach. His lips moved on mine, slow and full of emotion. My fingertips reached for his hair, twirling a soft strand around my finger while his hands caressed up and down my back and sides. When the song ended he picked me up again before he lowered both of us on my small couch. Me on top of him.

His pants came off, then mine, legs intertwined and my head on his shoulder and he placed a little kiss on the side of my forehead as we closed our eyes and listened to the music. Je te laisserai des mots. No rush, no urge, he let me take my time and simply basked with me in the moment and energy. I felt his heart beating, his muscles twitching with anticipation and something growing as i trailed my fingertips over his torso, brushing through his body hair and following the contours of his muscles.

And I felt that tug between my legs, the prickle on my skin, his semi hard on resting against my thigh in his black boxers. I was sure there was a wet spot in my black thong.

So when he kissed me again, our mouths pressed harder and his hands grabbed me stronger. We moved against each other and got up from the couch. When I took his hand and stepped towards the door when he shook his head, slipping his fingers from mine.

“No,” his other big palm on my waist stopped me. “I’ll do this right.” He grinned at me and I shot him a questionable look when his hands slid into place and he lifted me from the floor once more.

One arm under my knees, one behind my back. I slung my arms around his neck and kissed his shoulder, giggling like a school girl as he carried me to my bed. Then he gently set me down before climbing in with me. One hand on my face, the other pulling me into his body and half on top.

I felt my mind swim away again as the waves of heat started to form and flow through my body. It was dark, the light of the living room barely streaming in but the music kept going, playing Teddy Swims Somebody should kiss you and he kissed me again.

His hand hooked behind my knee and pulled me on top of him. His hard cock slid against my stomach, then down and his lips kept sucking on mine. The familiar prickle of arousal traveled through my body to my core, causing me to arch into him. I felt his big hand slide over my skin up my thigh until he palmed my ass.

I moaned into his mouth when he squeezed and pressed me into his groin.

Then his thumb hooked into my thong and he pulled the fabric over the curve off my ass. ”Okay?“

I nodded.

He pulled my underwear from my legs and swung my thigh over his middle again before pushing two fingers slowly into my mouth. I sucked on them. His stomach twitched. Then he pushed his hands between my legs and I internally chuckled, knowing that wetting his fingers had been unnecessary because when his fingertips connected with my pussy for the first time I was already coated with my arousal.

part 1

The first green flag was him sitting next to me at the table by the street outside the falafel place. Not across, like most people do, but on the same side. Then, he ordered vegan for both of us. Then a glass of white wine. And before the server even left us alone, he scooched his entire chair closer to me and leaned in. His scent flowed into my nose.

“One of my favorite things to do is people watching and making up stories. So that group over there…” He vaguely gestured to three guys coming our way. “… is definitely on a mission but see the left one? Oblivious, shy, first night out.”

I chuckled because the poor man did indeed look pretty lost.

“Sounds coherent,” I nodded.

“Coherent…” he leaned back in his chair and studied my face. “Damn, you really are well read, aren’t you?”

I chuckled and grinned, shrugging it off.

“And cute too.”

His brown eyes stared into mine and I fought the smile that climbed up my face. “Thanks.” My fingers itched with something and I bounced my foot under the table.

The server interrupted with food and our wine. But his eyes stayed on me. “Cheers,” he reached for his glass and we pinged them together. His eyes never left mine and I slowly felt my pulse picking up pace.

I took another sip and focused on the taste of the wine in my mouth, cool against the warm summer air and my skin.

“You know,” he went on, “when I got us the second drinks, a dude came up to me saying that my girlfriend is really cute. I told him ‘She’s not my girlfriend, I just met her’ and he wished me good luck.”

I laughed, surprised at the story. “The girl from the bathroom said something similar.”

“Yea? Guess people were rooting for us. Not all of them though.” He took a sip of his wine.

My face scrunched up. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “The girls behind us. Looked pretty bitchy and I was just like ‘this is a concert, why can’t you let us have fun?!’” He scrunched his brows and the frown on his face made him look cuter.

“Maybe they were jealous of me…” I remarked with a long look into his eyes. He had been the hottest guy on the entire balcony, at least the hottest solo one. I remembered that.

He laughed, “Maybe but isn’t girls code to be happy for each other?”

I shrugged, “No idea what their problem was but I didn’t notice it much, was kinda focused on the singer.”

“And me.”

I squinted. “You sure ‘bout that?”

He pushed his hand over his chest and acted heartbroken. “However will I recover from this? And here I thought you were cute.”

I chuckled cheekily and he chimed in. Then I took a bite of my falafel dürum and he did the same. We kept reminiscing, laughing, making up stories about people nearby.

Then his eyes darted to the table in front of us more frequently and for the first time that evening I let my eyes wander that direction. It was a large group of men, late thirties or maybe forties.

“They seem so invested in something, kinda obvious how that one turned around to us for the third time now.” He stated.

I hadn’t even noticed. The wine stained my cheeks and the dürum tasted amazing that the remaining brain capacity single handedly had focused on the personal trainer next to me, whose arm chilled on my arm rest in a way that made me lean on his muscles.

“Hm,” was all I could add to the conversation.

“Can’t blame them I guess, you’re cute to look at. Especially with your blush like that.” He leaned back a little and placed his food down. His eyes lingered on my face and I felt that buzz travel through my stomach again.

My eyes roamed him and I sucked my lower lip between my teeth. “Yeah, can’t help it, I don’t drink much and the effects set in early…”

“It’s pretty…” He looked at my cheeks and then at my lips. I let go of my lip and tried to calm my composure as another smile and a wave of heat erupted in my body.

He shifted closer, slow enough to give me a chance to stop him but my body buzzed with energy and the wine turned my brain into this happy ball of fuzz. His nose nudged my face, my heart slowly pounded against my rips and then his lips landed on mine. Slow and tentative. His beard tickled my face and I felt his hand come up to hold my neck.

He tasted like wine and falafel and warm and sort of sweet. His soft tongue swept over the seam of my lips and I smiled. The kiss melted into another and another before he pulled away and looked at me with that crooked man smile guys do. I broke eye contact but the corners of my mouth pulled up again.

“So pretty when you try not to blush.”

I turned away but a laughter bubbled out of my mouth. I shook my head and grabbed my food again, and he resumed as well.

We stayed at that table for another hour chatting away before I went to the restroom and when I came back he had his phone in his hand and a stressed expression on his handsome face.

“What wrong?” I sat down in my chair again.

“The hotel reservation I had is sort of gone. They couldn’t find it in the system. Check in was until the concert but I had to go directly to the venue because of the long drive… and they said it’s okay, I should just call to let them know. I did and now did it again but, they can’t find it.”

“Oh.”

In my tipsy state I tried to make out the math. I had learned he needed to be at work the next day at 2pm and that he’d only come here for this niche artist, the drive was at least six to seven hours and another hour in the wrong direction to my place.

Plus, I didn’t even know the man.

Nobody had even stepped into my bedroom in the last ten or eleven months and even though he had a car here, was it a good idea to do this? I had work in the morning as well, I didn’t even mean to stay up this long and I wasn’t sure about night trains to my place either. So many unsure variables.

“Have you already paid for the room?” Was my next question.

“Yea, I did.”

“So… call again maybe? Maybe someone else will pick up and find the reservation.” Because did I even want this stranger in my pretty girl home?

He got someone on the phone and argued a bit back and forth and then he looked at me. “How far away is your place?”

“An hour with the car at least. Maybe more.” I bit my lip.

“Would you even… would you even be comfortable? With this?” His face softened.

Was I? That was the question.

“Yeah, we can go to my place,” I heard myself say, “but it’s not exactly tidied up for guests.” Clothes all over the bedroom, my lunch still on the stove, clutter on the living room table and I was sure my vibrator was somewhere just laying in bed.

“Sure?”

I nodded.

“Yea, can I just cancel that then? Yes, that… okay. Thanks. Bye bye.” He hung up. His hands moved closer to my face until he held it in his big palms and looked deep into my eyes. “Let’s go then?”

My eyes widened and I felt the warmth of his body fuse with my own, heart beating strongly in my chest. My blood pumped through my veins and it was as if the whole world around us suddenly quieted down. I nodded and zoned in on his lips smiling warmly at me.

They met mine. Soft but wanting, he sucked my lower lip into his mouth and my body melted against his, softness meeting muscle and he smelled good and tasted like wine and my mind swirled like pretty ribbons in the wind.

When he pulled away, he let out a bigger breath. Then his hands brushed from my face and he laced our fingers again. Swiftly, he pulled me up from the chair and spun me around by my hand before putting his arm around my shoulders again, walking with me back to his car.

We talked about flowers and romantic gestures and I learned about his true lover boy nature underneath the commitmentphobe. He opened the car door for me and gave me his phone to be the dj and the entire one hour and fifteen minute drive we sang to our favorite artists. Because obviously, our entire taste in music matched. Every song I played from our genre and vibe, every niche artist or big singer, and I sang and laughed as we drove through the night. Soon his fingers interlaced with mine as we hit the highway. I drove that same route countless of times over the years. And never did I enjoy it that much.

He pulled up at my place and opened the car door for me, kissing me again. Then I unlocked the door to my building, and as we made our way up the first flight of stairs, he said, “I would carry you up here.”

I squinted. “Ummm, you don’t have to do that,” I laughed. “That’s really not necessary.”

“Why not, you don’t think I could?”

“You had two hours of sleep before working, driving to the concert, going out all night with me and driving here. I know you’re fit but I live on the fourth floor.” We made it up another flight of stairs.

“So what you’re saying is, you don’t think I can.”

I took a breath. I was not about to start a discussion about my insecurity with a stranger and not wanting him to make a noise trying to carry me up a narrow steep staircase. “Do you feel challenged now? It’s absolutely fine.”

“A bit yea. I’ll carry you.” He took a big step up to me.

“What? No, don’t, that’s ridiculous.” I laughed and kept walking. We reached the second floor.

“No, let me.”

I stopped and looked at him with mild annoyance. His eyes sparkle with mischief and a cocky smile played on his lips and then he already got into position, swinging one arm behind my knees and the other behind my back.

“Wha-“

Effortlessly and without even a bigger breath, he lifted me to his chest and resumed climbing up the stairs. My jaw dropped a little and I stared at him.

His arms felt stoic under me, unmovable and hard with muscle but somehow soft enough to be comfortable. My arm dangled from his shoulder and the tip of my nose touched his beard, he smelled great despite his long day.

He made sure my dangling feet didn’t hit the narrow railing of the stairs and I gulped down whatever feeling came up inside me. Then I laced my hands behind his neck, not even having to hold on to him for anything, and a nervous laughter ripped from my throat. “Okay, personal trainer, fine, this is fun.”

He gave me a knowing look.

I buried my face in his neck for a moment, overcome by the urge to hide the expression on my face. Any body image issue I ever had erased from my mind replaced by the sheer fact that anyone who ever breathed or grunted or told me to move off their lap after a while was simply not strong enough and it was their embarrassment, not mine to carry.

We reached my floor and I pointed to my door but he didn’t let me down. “I’ll carry you across the threshold.”

My cheeks grew warm.

“Oh, sure? Cause-“ I stretched my arm out but we were too tall for me to open the door.

Next thing I know, this man squatted down with me on his arms until I unlocked the door and tipped it open with my flying foot.

He straightened again, my swooning face right in his, and carried me over the threshold through the hall inside my living room where he gently set me down on my feet.

I was too stunned to say something as he pulled off his shoes and sat his keys down on my table, unbothered by the fitness test he just did. “Th-thanks” I managed. Grinning, then laughing, then pulling my shoes off before walking over to him.

His hands were on me in a heartbeat, pulling me in by my waist as his lips crashed against mine. My hands roamed up the veins on his arms, up his bicep over his shoulder until I held onto his trap muscles and felt them flex when he pulled me closer. We landed on the couch and the kisses became slower, sensual and tentative until we slowly pulled apart.

“We still have our playlist to finish…” he remarked as he slipped a strand of hair behind my ear and I nodded. We connected his phone to my tv playing our Spotify jam and went back and forth between singing, chatting and kissing. My shirt flew off and so did his, bearing is upper body for the first time and I controlled my eyes so hard not to stare.

The chain with one pendant dangled between his pecs, body hair fanning out perfectly symmetrical from his chest over his fit stomach and coming together in a happy trail that disappeared into his jeans. Trimmed but soft. His hot skin pressed against mine and my fingers started slowly exploring every inch in reach. Every time a pleasure to attract gym bros with my soft body, I thought to myself. And yet he somehow brought it to a new level.

His fingers dug into my waist as his tongue dipped into my mouth and he grabbed me stronger, pulling me flush against his body. Our favorite songs played in the back, singing of yearning love and last chances.

His hands brushed up my body into my hair to slip off my hair tie that held my waves in a loose ponytail all night. He groaned, approvingly, then snapped off my bra. I couldn’t help but giggle which then turned into a soft moan when he kissed his way to my nipples before sucking one in his mouth. I fisted a handful of his curls as I slung my leg over his massive thigh.

He elicited moans and squeaks from me before pulling me up and off the couch. I stumbled into him and giggled, asking him what he was doing but he simply guided my hands around his neck and started swaying to the next song. The same song we swayed to at the venue.

I smiled at him and he leaned his forehead against mine, slowing dancing chest to chest. More like chest to stomach. His lips moved on mine, slow and full of emotion. My fingertips reached for his hair, twirling a soft strand around my finger while his hands caressed up and down my back and sides. When the song ended he picked me up again before he lowered both of us on my small couch. Me on top of him.

His pants came off, then mine, legs intertwined and my head on his shoulder and he placed a little kiss on the side of my forehead as we closed our eyes and listened to the music. Je te laisserai des mots. No rush, no urge, he let me take my time and simply basked with me in the moment and energy. I felt his heart beating, his muscles twitching with anticipation and something growing as i trailed my fingertips over his torso, brushing through his body hair and following the contours of his muscles.

And I felt that tug between my legs, the prickle on my skin, his semi hard on resting against my thigh in his black boxers. I was sure there was a wet spot in my black thong.

So when he kissed me again, our mouths pressed harder and his hands grabbed me stronger. We moved against each other and got up from the couch. When I took his hand and stepped towards the door when he shook his head, slipping his fingers from mine.

“No,” his other big palm on my waist stopped me. “I’ll do this right.” He grinned at me and I shot him a questionable look when his hands slid into place and he lifted me from the floor once more.

One arm under my knees, one behind my back. I slung my arms around his neck and kissed his shoulder, giggling like a school girl as he carried me to my bed. Then he gently set me down before climbing in with me. One hand on my face, the other pulling me into his body and half on top.

I felt my mind swim away again as the waves of heat started to form and flow through my body. It was dark, the light of the living room barely streaming in but the music kept going, playing Teddy Swims Somebody should kiss you and he kissed me again.

His hand hooked behind my knee and pulled me on top of him. His hard cock slid against my stomach, then down and his lips kept sucking on mine. The familiar prickle of arousal traveled through my body to my core, causing me to arch into him. I felt his big hand slide over my skin up my thigh until he palmed my ass.

I moaned into his mouth when he squeezed and pressed me into his groin.

Then his thumb hooked into my thong and he pulled the fabric over the curve off my ass. ”Okay?“

I nodded.

He pulled my underwear from my legs and swung my thigh over his middle again before pushing two fingers slowly into my mouth. I sucked on them. His stomach twitched. Then he pushed his hands between my legs and I internally chuckled, knowing that wetting his fingers had been unnecessary because when his fingertips connected with my pussy for the first time I was already coated with my arousal.

I smiled to myself as my eyes roamed the venue. Warm lights, hundreds of people crowded downstairs in front of the stage and the hum of music playing from the speakers. The drink in my hand cooled my skin as I leaned against one of the high tables next to the bar. I was on the mezzanine, and a step higher on the raised bar section giving me the perfect view over the pit and the stage. People were already lined up at the railing, second row building slowly in front of me. I sipped my drink unbothered. My view was good enough.

And it really was.

In front of me one step down, second row at the railing, there was a guy. Broad shoulders, sleeveless white top exposing the definition of his arms, relaxed fitting dark jeans and a curly mullet. My eyes roamed down the length of his body. Taller than me for sure.

The lights went out, the contours of his muscles blurred in the darkness and the room broke out in applause as the pre-act entered the stage. Through the few heads of people in front of me I had the perfect view to catch the singers face. The warm tones of his voice complimented the strong vibrations of his guitar and I swayed to the music, emptying my drink. The venue was warm, the air seemed to stand stiff in the room. I was sure the artist suffered under all those lights.

A couple joined me at my table and we enjoyed the music together. But I kept one eye on the handsome man in front of me. The first row at the railing consisted of a dozen girls, two accompanied by their boyfriends. Surely, one of the girls in front of him must be his girl.

I kept watching him, he didn’t touch anyone. Good to know.

But he texted someone. Enjoyed the time. There was a little space between the girls in front of him, perfect for him to see the artist.

I snapped a pic of the venue, my view of the stage and him clearly in front of me and sent it to my best friend with the caption, ‘going to enjoy the view up close…’

Then I took my chance. With my phone in hand and one last look to my new friends, I pushed through the few people in front of me until I was by his side.

He was more than half a head taller than me and his cologne filled my nose before I even got a look at his face. Briefly distracted by his exposed arms, I looked up at him. Brown beard, sharp jaw, full lips, prominent nose, brown eyes, long lashes. Curly hair. Bushy brows.

“Hi! Do you mind if I squeeze in for a moment to snap a pic?” I beamed at him with my best smile.

His eyes traveled down my length. My curly bangs in were in my face, eyeliner framing my blue eyes and had put on blush with some glitter. He lingered on my red lips for a split second longer before adding the rest of me. I wore a crochet top, front open simply held together by two laces, and a matching lace bra underneath. Blue jeans, wide leg, and sneakers. Cheeky yet comfortable.

“Yea, sure, go ahead.” He answered and a little voice in my head wooed at the deep tone of his voice.

I gave him a wide smile and brushed past his body between the two girls in front of him. Taking my time, I recorded parts of a song and took a few photos. Then I turned around, not wanting to be a rude bother, and excused myself. He did smell really great.

His broad body moved in my way and he lowered his mouth to my ear. “You can stay here, if you want.” The faint brush of his breath on my ear shell and the closeness of his body spiked my pulse for a second.

No need to ask me twice, I thought. My entire face lit up and I mouthed a thanks before turning around again. His body was close, but not closer than the others. Yet, I felt the heat radiating from him.

The pre-act closed and the lights turned back on. People shifted apart and so did I, making my way back to my newfound couple friends to our table with just another ‘Thanks’.

“You stayed!” Sabrina cheered with raised brows and a huge smile on her lips.

I nodded, “He didn’t mind.” Over my shoulder I eyed him again.

He was on his phone again. Hm. Probably, he was just polite. Texting his girlfriend for sure.

I spent the break with the couple, yapping away about artists and music and concerts we’ve been to. Then the lights dimmed again, signaling the main act was about to start.

“I’m just… he was fine with the pre-act, surely he won’t mind again?” I asked them. But the determination already settled in my body. I buzzed with energy and confidence, my toes wiggling in my shoes.

“Go for it,” Sabrina said and her boyfriend agreed, giving me a thumbs up.

Confidently, I pushed through the people until I was next to him again. Arms, shoulders, cologne, “Hi again.”

“Hi,” he smiled. His deep voice had a little rasp in it that scratched a spot at the base of my head.

“Do you mind?” I gestured to the spot from before.

“No, it’s fine,” he answered with a shrug and unbothered frown. There was an accent in his English, similar to the native one from my country. I briefly wondered if I should just speak my mother tongue with him but decided against it.

A light layer of sweat was visible on his forehead and he fanned the front of his shirt. His brown eyes stayed on my face for a few seconds and I felt a little blush creep up my face. Was he polite or intrigued?

I was about to turn to the railing, waiting for further moves from him, when he stopped me. “Actually, if I buy you a drink, will you save my spot?”

My smile widened. “Yes, absolutely.” What an easy way to get this going. The air cleared out of my lungs.

“Beer?” He asked.

I shook my head. Single girl, solo at a concert, I knew better than to drink alcohol. And here at the front of the balcony, the air seemed even warmer. “Water?”

He shrugged, as if I was a cheap date and nodded. I chuckled. Better safe than sorry.

The guitarist started playing the rhythm, drums slowly building up, and then the lights centered on the main act. A young handsome man from the US singing his indie songs.

I sighed, disappointed.

He wore an oversized T-Shirt with sleeves to his elbows. Don’t get me wrong, I came for the music. Been a fan for years. But this particular singer has made an image of himself with his incredible physique shown off in slutty tank tops and a chain around his neck. Each video of him singing on stage showed him at least sleeveless, showing off his big biceps and shoulders in the stage lights.

I blinked. My guy must be a fan, dressing like the usual fashion of the singer.

A tap on my right shoulder snapped me out of my amusing observation and I took my water from the big hand stretched towards me. “Thank you!”

“No, thank you,” he insisted, “it’s so hot in here, I was going to die.”

I nodded and I grinned to myself as I took a sip. My eyes roamed his naked arms and I felt my nostrils flare. Then I turned around again, focusing my entire attention on one of my favorite singers.

The lyrics spilled out of my mouth and I recorded the best snippets of the first two songs, advanced vocals and guitar solos. The deep voice of the stranger behind me tuned in my ear as he sang along. The vibrations from the instruments traveled through my body and I felt the emotions swirling.

After the third song, I felt his body lean in. “Can you send me those later, if you keep recording?”

I turned around to him. “Because I’m in front of you now with the better view or because my videos look better than yours?” I teased.

“Both.” He grinned.

I took a peek at his phone with the lighting all messed up. “Yeah, sure, I can do that.” I pursed my lips for a moment and gave him a look.

“Perfect. Then you’ll keep doing that and I keep the drinks coming.” He winked.

My stomach tightened and I felt my smile widen. “Deal.” His lips pulled into a handsome smile and his eyes softened for a bit.

Then I felt his hand swoosh across the small of my back as he made his way to the bar. My eyes trailed after him for a second, noticing some girls faces behind me pulling into a snarky expression. I gave them a friendly smile before turning around to the stage again.

‘So, bicep guy and me have a deal now. I get good videos and he gets us drinks.’

My bestie responded instantly. ‘Woowwwwww, is he single?’

‘Idk. Didn’t ask but he’s here alone’ I texted back.

‘Damnnn gurl’

The next song played and I danced with myself, singing my heart out to the stage. Another water appeared next to me and I accepted.

The concert went on and with each passing minute, the stranger scooched in a little closer, until his hips touched mine and I felt his pecs against my shoulders. The vibrations from the stage carried through his chest into my back and it felt like an alignment, a resonance special from moments like these. And was that a six pack slowly pressing against my back?

I bit my lip to keep from grinning. We slow danced together, his hand briefly brushing my arm. My pulse quickened and I took a steadying sip of my water to stay calm.

“Ohh, this one is my favorite!” He cheered into my ear and I nodded, agreeing it was one of my favorites too. I flipped out my phone again and recorded the best parts, for both of us.

He sang, I sang, we danced. I had come to the concert alone because none of my friends share my taste, weren’t available and I wasn’t going to let that keep me from enjoying life. And clearly, I was absolutely able to enjoy life.

His hips pressed into my butt and I leaned against his chest, well aware of the cleavage situation he could see over my shoulder. Two ties really didn’t hide much.

He snapped a pic of the artist from his phone again, holding it right in front of my face, when a message popped up.

I couldn’t even try to look away. Group chat, Rosa. Not my language. Another few messages popped up.

“What language is that?” I asked him.

“Dutch! I’m dutch.” He clarified.

Sure. Cause leave it to me to find the foreigner in the venue. Since my last boyfriend years ago there hasn’t been a single person from my nationality for me.

“Ah, where from?” I smiled at him.

“Near Amsterdam,” his eyes narrowed knowingly. “You?”

“An hour from here,” I explained. He nodded, tucked his phone away and resumed his stance right against my body.

That’s how we stayed for the rest of the concert, besides the third water break in which I texted my bestie the new information.

Bodies close together, swaying, dancing, singing. His hand on my arm or shoulder. And the fluttering feelings in the pit the of my stomach.

The concert finished with two extra songs and I felt high from the joy of the evening. People started streaming outside the venue as I turned around and simply looked at him in more light.

He was hot. The white shirt hung loose on his body but his pecs created a flow. His mullet had turned even more curly in the heat and his jeans sat perfectly in his hips. Not to mention his arms again but… I’m a simple girl. I had a streak going for me. And those shoulders and arms were sculpted like a Greek statue. I gulped down the interest in what was under the shirt. Or his pants.

He licked his lip. “So, we still have to sort the videos.”

I chuckled, “Yes, otherwise you’d have to rely on your memory to remember this evening.”

“I do have a shitty memory… so you’d be helping me out here.” His head tilted and the light turned his beard into a lighter brown. Another streak I had going for me.

“I’m kind like that,” I grinned at him. I gave him my name at this point, and he shook my hand before pulling me into a hug and whispering his name in my ear.

I took a deep breath. No need to get swooned, but he knew what he was doing… I wanted more anticipation for the night.

We pulled apart again. “Would you want to eat something?” He asked. We were almost alone on the balcony at this point.

“Yea, I haven’t eaten since lunch actually.” I nodded relieved that he felt similar. And it made me focus on something else than the twitch in his bicep when he scratched the back of his head or how his arms looked from that angle or how through the cut of the shirt I saw his pec peek out.

“You know your way around then?”

I blinked.

“I know a place nearby with great falafel stuff, I’m vegan so it can be tricky.” I thought back to drunk nights with my friends in these very streets and the life saving falafel kebab place at the corner that had made me smile wider than any of the people I met.

“That’s it, then,” he nodded. Then he reached for my hand and pulled me through the sea of people downstairs to the exit. He left a few things at the cloakroom and I needed to go to the restroom so we split up for a moment.

At the restroom I ran my hands down my face and danced on the spot to shake out the built up energy. Fuck, this was really happening.

A cute blonde girl walked by, smiling at me.

I chatted her up in my language by the sink, talking about the concert and if she had a tissue and cause there wasn’t anything. She helped me out and went on, “I saw you two, I was actually nearby.”

“Oh, that’s funny! Yea, it was a good spot up there.” I replied.

“Yea and you two looked cute,” she chimed in.

“Oh, did we? I don’t know him, I just met him,” I laughed.

Her eyes widened with surprise. “Oh- okay! So you’re alone here?” She looked curious now.

“Yea, I mostly go to concerts alone.” I explained.

“That’s so great!! Me too! I’m so happy you do this too!” We chatted away for a few minutes and laughed at the parallels of our lives before making our way out to the lobby. I spotted bicep guy right away.

“Hi, so this is a friend I made in the bathroom,” I laughed.

“Yea, I went to the restrooms and heard a girl laugh, and I thought ‘Hmm that must be her’.” He grinned with a tilted head.

“Oh is that so?” I laughed again. “Well, either way. It was so nice to meet you,” I told her in our mother tongue, “could I get your number in case we go to the same concert again?”

Said and done. She wished us a good evening. And in our language, winked at me and told me to have a good time. I thanked her and hugged her goodbye. Only then I noticed that he was holding stuff.

“What’s all that?”

“Merch. I bought the VIP ticket.” He clarified.

“Oh? And… then you ended up standing in the same section as me because…?”

“Because it was fucking hot right at the stage and I couldn’t breathe.”

I laughed. “Fair. Lucky me then, who would I have squeezed past if you weren’t standing there?”

“Exactly, who would I have bought a drink if I didn’t meet you?”

His eyes lingered on mine before pulling down to my lips. My stomach twisted and a prickle erupted up my spine to my scalp. His plump lips looked inviting, something sizzled under my skin. But not enough yet.

I broke the moment first. “So what merch?”

He snapped out of it and showed me the shirt, vinyl, a harmonica and more. I gushed over the pieces with envy and joy, sharing his enthusiasm for the singer. He went into fan mode, and it gave him a boyish look that was almost adorable in contrast to the masculine confidence he displayed before.

“You mind bringing this to my car first before we grab a bite?” He asked. “I parked nearby!”

I contemplated for a second, then I agreed.

His fingers laced with mine and he pulled me out of the venue, then guided me through the streets. My stomach flipped again. His hand was warm and big, his voice deep and soft.

We talked music and his drive, reminiscing about the concert and the pre-act and laughed with bellies full of joy from the experience. His raised our joint hands and twirled me in the streets before putting his arm around my shoulder and I blushed as I leaned into his body.

That’s when I learned he was a personal trainer and diving instructor with funny stories and travel memories and internally gave myself a high five. I also learned how big of a Fangirl he was for the singers we liked, how he was flustered at the VIP meet and greet earlier and how comfortable he was in his masculinity to a point of having celebrity man crushes and calling out the slutty tank tops, wishing he was as cool as them.

I reminded him that he did pull off the sleeveless shirt look though.

“Thank you. It obviously wasn’t on purpose to match with the singer at all.” He shook his head but smirked.

I laughed. “Of course not. And you were not at all disappointed to see that he just wears a regular oversized T-Shirt today.” I chuckled.

“Nope.” He shrugged. “And you weren’t disappointed not to see the biceps either.”

I let my eyes travel down his body. “Well, I did get to see some bicep.”

“At your service,” he returned. There was a low dip in his voice and it trailed right down my spine.

I chuckled and he squeezed me tighter and I shook my head in disbelief of how the evening had turned out.

He put the merch in his car, twirled me around one more time and grabbed my hand to make our way back.

It was past ten but the sky was still light, music came from different bars and clubs and I felt truly alive for the first time that week. It had been such a swamped few days with work and duties, and work waiting for me again the next morning. It felt so light and freeing to talk about the same interests and passions, rating songs and artists with someone who actually shared my vibe.

So I stayed present in the moment with my fingers laced with this hot stranger and we wandered through the club district laughing until we sat down at the falafel place. The first stop of the night.

part 2

I smiled to myself as my eyes roamed the venue. Warm lights, hundreds of people crowded downstairs in front of the stage and the hum of music playing from the speakers. The drink in my hand cooled my skin as I leaned against one of the high tables next to the bar. I was on the mezzanine, and a step higher on the raised bar section giving me the perfect view over the pit and the stage. People were already lined up at the railing, second row building slowly in front of me. I sipped my drink unbothered. My view was good enough.

And it really was.

In front of me one step down, second row at the railing, there was a guy. Broad shoulders, sleeveless white top exposing the definition of his arms, relaxed fitting dark jeans and a curly mullet. My eyes roamed down the length of his body. Taller than me for sure.

The lights went out, the contours of his muscles blurred in the darkness and the room broke out in applause as the pre-act entered the stage. Through the few heads of people in front of me I had the perfect view to catch the singers face. The warm tones of his voice complimented the strong vibrations of his guitar and I swayed to the music, emptying my drink. The venue was warm, the air seemed to stand stiff in the room. I was sure the artist suffered under all those lights.

A couple joined me at my table and we enjoyed the music together. But I kept one eye on the handsome man in front of me. The first row at the railing consisted of a dozen girls, two accompanied by their boyfriends. Surely, one of the girls in front of him must be his girl.

I kept watching him, he didn’t touch anyone. Good to know.

But he texted someone. Enjoyed the time. There was a little space between the girls in front of him, perfect for him to see the artist.

I snapped a pic of the venue, my view of the stage and him clearly in front of me and sent it to my best friend with the caption, ‘going to enjoy the view up close…’

Then I took my chance. With my phone in hand and one last look to my new friends, I pushed through the few people in front of me until I was by his side.

He was more than half a head taller than me and his cologne filled my nose before I even got a look at his face. Briefly distracted by his exposed arms, I looked up at him. Brown beard, sharp jaw, full lips, prominent nose, brown eyes, long lashes. Curly hair. Bushy brows.

“Hi! Do you mind if I squeeze in for a moment to snap a pic?” I beamed at him with my best smile.

His eyes traveled down my length. My curly bangs in were in my face, eyeliner framing my blue eyes and had put on blush with some glitter. He lingered on my red lips for a split second longer before adding the rest of me. I wore a crochet top, front open simply held together by two laces, and a matching lace bra underneath. Blue jeans, wide leg, and sneakers. Cheeky yet comfortable.

“Yea, sure, go ahead.” He answered and a little voice in my head wooed at the deep tone of his voice.

I gave him a wide smile and brushed past his body between the two girls in front of him. Taking my time, I recorded parts of a song and took a few photos. Then I turned around, not wanting to be a rude bother, and excused myself. He did smell really great.

His broad body moved in my way and he lowered his mouth to my ear. “You can stay here, if you want.” The faint brush of his breath on my ear shell and the closeness of his body spiked my pulse for a second.

No need to ask me twice, I thought. My entire face lit up and I mouthed a thanks before turning around again. His body was close, but not closer than the others. Yet, I felt the heat radiating from him.

The pre-act closed and the lights turned back on. People shifted apart and so did I, making my way back to my newfound couple friends to our table with just another ‘Thanks’.

“You stayed!” Sabrina cheered with raised brows and a huge smile on her lips.

I nodded, “He didn’t mind.” Over my shoulder I eyed him again.

He was on his phone again. Hm. Probably, he was just polite. Texting his girlfriend for sure.

I spent the break with the couple, yapping away about artists and music and concerts we’ve been to. Then the lights dimmed again, signaling the main act was about to start.

“I’m just… he was fine with the pre-act, surely he won’t mind again?” I asked them. But the determination already settled in my body. I buzzed with energy and confidence, my toes wiggling in my shoes.

“Go for it,” Sabrina said and her boyfriend agreed, giving me a thumbs up.

Confidently, I pushed through the people until I was next to him again. Arms, shoulders, cologne, “Hi again.”

“Hi,” he smiled. His deep voice had a little rasp in it that scratched a spot at the base of my head.

“Do you mind?” I gestured to the spot from before.

“No, it’s fine,” he answered with a shrug and unbothered frown. There was an accent in his English, similar to the native one from my country. I briefly wondered if I should just speak my mother tongue with him but decided against it.

A light layer of sweat was visible on his forehead and he fanned the front of his shirt. His brown eyes stayed on my face for a few seconds and I felt a little blush creep up my face. Was he polite or intrigued?

I was about to turn to the railing, waiting for further moves from him, when he stopped me. “Actually, if I buy you a drink, will you save my spot?”

My smile widened. “Yes, absolutely.” What an easy way to get this going. The air cleared out of my lungs.

“Beer?” He asked.

I shook my head. Single girl, solo at a concert, I knew better than to drink alcohol. And here at the front of the balcony, the air seemed even warmer. “Water?”

He shrugged, as if I was a cheap date and nodded. I chuckled. Better safe than sorry.

The guitarist started playing the rhythm, drums slowly building up, and then the lights centered on the main act. A young handsome man from the US singing his indie songs.

I sighed, disappointed.

He wore an oversized T-Shirt with sleeves to his elbows. Don’t get me wrong, I came for the music. Been a fan for years. But this particular singer has made an image of himself with his incredible physique shown off in slutty tank tops and a chain around his neck. Each video of him singing on stage showed him at least sleeveless, showing off his big biceps and shoulders in the stage lights.

I blinked. My guy must be a fan, dressing like the usual fashion of the singer.

A tap on my right shoulder snapped me out of my amusing observation and I took my water from the big hand stretched towards me. “Thank you!”

“No, thank you,” he insisted, “it’s so hot in here, I was going to die.”

I nodded and I grinned to myself as I took a sip. My eyes roamed his naked arms and I felt my nostrils flare. Then I turned around again, focusing my entire attention on one of my favorite singers.

The lyrics spilled out of my mouth and I recorded the best snippets of the first two songs, advanced vocals and guitar solos. The deep voice of the stranger behind me tuned in my ear as he sang along. The vibrations from the instruments traveled through my body and I felt the emotions swirling.

After the third song, I felt his body lean in. “Can you send me those later, if you keep recording?”

I turned around to him. “Because I’m in front of you now with the better view or because my videos look better than yours?” I teased.

“Both.” He grinned.

I took a peek at his phone with the lighting all messed up. “Yeah, sure, I can do that.” I pursed my lips for a moment and gave him a look.

“Perfect. Then you’ll keep doing that and I keep the drinks coming.” He winked.

My stomach tightened and I felt my smile widen. “Deal.” His lips pulled into a handsome smile and his eyes softened for a bit.

Then I felt his hand swoosh across the small of my back as he made his way to the bar. My eyes trailed after him for a second, noticing some girls faces behind me pulling into a snarky expression. I gave them a friendly smile before turning around to the stage again.

‘So, bicep guy and me have a deal now. I get good videos and he gets us drinks.’

My bestie responded instantly. ‘Woowwwwww, is he single?’

‘Idk. Didn’t ask but he’s here alone’ I texted back.

‘Damnnn gurl’

The next song played and I danced with myself, singing my heart out to the stage. Another water appeared next to me and I accepted.

The concert went on and with each passing minute, the stranger scooched in a little closer, until his hips touched mine and I felt his pecs against my shoulders. The vibrations from the stage carried through his chest into my back and it felt like an alignment, a resonance special from moments like these. And was that a six pack slowly pressing against my back?

I bit my lip to keep from grinning. We slow danced together, his hand briefly brushing my arm. My pulse quickened and I took a steadying sip of my water to stay calm.

“Ohh, this one is my favorite!” He cheered into my ear and I nodded, agreeing it was one of my favorites too. I flipped out my phone again and recorded the best parts, for both of us.

He sang, I sang, we danced. I had come to the concert alone because none of my friends share my taste, weren’t available and I wasn’t going to let that keep me from enjoying life. And clearly, I was absolutely able to enjoy life.

His hips pressed into my butt and I leaned against his chest, well aware of the cleavage situation he could see over my shoulder. Two ties really didn’t hide much.

He snapped a pic of the artist from his phone again, holding it right in front of my face, when a message popped up.

I couldn’t even try to look away. Group chat, Rosa. Not my language. Another few messages popped up.

“What language is that?” I asked him.

“Dutch! I’m dutch.” He clarified.

Sure. Cause leave it to me to find the foreigner in the venue. Since my last boyfriend years ago there hasn’t been a single person from my nationality for me.

“Ah, where from?” I smiled at him.

“Near Amsterdam,” his eyes narrowed knowingly. “You?”

“An hour from here,” I explained. He nodded, tucked his phone away and resumed his stance right against my body.

That’s how we stayed for the rest of the concert, besides the third water break in which I texted my bestie the new information.

Bodies close together, swaying, dancing, singing. His hand on my arm or shoulder. And the fluttering feelings in the pit the of my stomach.

The concert finished with two extra songs and I felt high from the joy of the evening. People started streaming outside the venue as I turned around and simply looked at him in more light.

He was hot. The white shirt hung loose on his body but his pecs created a flow. His mullet had turned even more curly in the heat and his jeans sat perfectly in his hips. Not to mention his arms again but… I’m a simple girl. I had a streak going for me. And those shoulders and arms were sculpted like a Greek statue. I gulped down the interest in what was under the shirt. Or his pants.

He licked his lip. “So, we still have to sort the videos.”

I chuckled, “Yes, otherwise you’d have to rely on your memory to remember this evening.”

“I do have a shitty memory… so you’d be helping me out here.” His head tilted and the light turned his beard into a lighter brown. Another streak I had going for me.

“I’m kind like that,” I grinned at him. I gave him my name at this point, and he shook my hand before pulling me into a hug and whispering his name in my ear.

I took a deep breath. No need to get swooned, but he knew what he was doing… I wanted more anticipation for the night.

We pulled apart again. “Would you want to eat something?” He asked. We were almost alone on the balcony at this point.

“Yea, I haven’t eaten since lunch actually.” I nodded relieved that he felt similar. And it made me focus on something else than the twitch in his bicep when he scratched the back of his head or how his arms looked from that angle or how through the cut of the shirt I saw his pec peek out.

“You know your way around then?”

I blinked.

“I know a place nearby with great falafel stuff, I’m vegan so it can be tricky.” I thought back to drunk nights with my friends in these very streets and the life saving falafel kebab place at the corner that had made me smile wider than any of the people I met.

“That’s it, then,” he nodded. Then he reached for my hand and pulled me through the sea of people downstairs to the exit. He left a few things at the cloakroom and I needed to go to the restroom so we split up for a moment.

At the restroom I ran my hands down my face and danced on the spot to shake out the built up energy. Fuck, this was really happening.

A cute blonde girl walked by, smiling at me.

I chatted her up in my language by the sink, talking about the concert and if she had a tissue and cause there wasn’t anything. She helped me out and went on, “I saw you two, I was actually nearby.”

“Oh, that’s funny! Yea, it was a good spot up there.” I replied.

“Yea and you two looked cute,” she chimed in.

“Oh, did we? I don’t know him, I just met him,” I laughed.

Her eyes widened with surprise. “Oh- okay! So you’re alone here?” She looked curious now.

“Yea, I mostly go to concerts alone.” I explained.

“That’s so great!! Me too! I’m so happy you do this too!” We chatted away for a few minutes and laughed at the parallels of our lives before making our way out to the lobby. I spotted bicep guy right away.

“Hi, so this is a friend I made in the bathroom,” I laughed.

“Yea, I went to the restrooms and heard a girl laugh, and I thought ‘Hmm that must be her’.” He grinned with a tilted head.

“Oh is that so?” I laughed again. “Well, either way. It was so nice to meet you,” I told her in our mother tongue, “could I get your number in case we go to the same concert again?”

Said and done. She wished us a good evening. And in our language, winked at me and told me to have a good time. I thanked her and hugged her goodbye. Only then I noticed that he was holding stuff.

“What’s all that?”

“Merch. I bought the VIP ticket.” He clarified.

“Oh? And… then you ended up standing in the same section as me because…?”

“Because it was fucking hot right at the stage and I couldn’t breathe.”

I laughed. “Fair. Lucky me then, who would I have squeezed past if you weren’t standing there?”

“Exactly, who would I have bought a drink if I didn’t meet you?”

His eyes lingered on mine before pulling down to my lips. My stomach twisted and a prickle erupted up my spine to my scalp. His plump lips looked inviting, something sizzled under my skin. But not enough yet.

I broke the moment first. “So what merch?”

He snapped out of it and showed me the shirt, vinyl, a harmonica and more. I gushed over the pieces with envy and joy, sharing his enthusiasm for the singer. He went into fan mode, and it gave him a boyish look that was almost adorable in contrast to the masculine confidence he displayed before.

“You mind bringing this to my car first before we grab a bite?” He asked. “I parked nearby!”

I contemplated for a second, then I agreed.

His fingers laced with mine and he pulled me out of the venue, then guided me through the streets. My stomach flipped again. His hand was warm and big, his voice deep and soft.

We talked music and his drive, reminiscing about the concert and the pre-act and laughed with bellies full of joy from the experience. His raised our joint hands and twirled me in the streets before putting his arm around my shoulder and I blushed as I leaned into his body.

That’s when I learned he was a personal trainer and diving instructor with funny stories and travel memories and internally gave myself a high five. I also learned how big of a Fangirl he was for the singers we liked, how he was flustered at the VIP meet and greet earlier and how comfortable he was in his masculinity to a point of having celebrity man crushes and calling out the slutty tank tops, wishing he was as cool as them.

I reminded him that he did pull off the sleeveless shirt look though.

“Thank you. It obviously wasn’t on purpose to match with the singer at all.” He shook his head but smirked.

I laughed. “Of course not. And you were not at all disappointed to see that he just wears a regular oversized T-Shirt today.” I chuckled.

“Nope.” He shrugged. “And you weren’t disappointed not to see the biceps either.”

I let my eyes travel down his body. “Well, I did get to see some bicep.”

“At your service,” he returned. There was a low dip in his voice and it trailed right down my spine.

I chuckled and he squeezed me tighter and I shook my head in disbelief of how the evening had turned out.

He put the merch in his car, twirled me around one more time and grabbed my hand to make our way back.

It was past ten but the sky was still light, music came from different bars and clubs and I felt truly alive for the first time that week. It had been such a swamped few days with work and duties, and work waiting for me again the next morning. It felt so light and freeing to talk about the same interests and passions, rating songs and artists with someone who actually shared my vibe.

So I stayed present in the moment with my fingers laced with this hot stranger and we wandered through the club district laughing until we sat down at the falafel place. The first stop of the night.

I smiled to myself as my eyes roamed the venue. Warm lights, hundreds of people crowded downstairs in front of the stage and the hum of music playing from the speakers. The drink in my hand cooled my skin as I leaned against one of the high tables next to the bar. I was on the mezzanine, and a step higher on the raised bar section giving me the perfect view over the pit and the stage. People were already lined up at the railing, second row building slowly in front of me. I sipped my drink unbothered. My view was good enough.

And it really was.

In front of me one step down, second row at the railing, there was a guy. Broad shoulders, sleeveless white top exposing the definition of his arms, relaxed fitting dark jeans and a curly mullet. My eyes roamed down the length of his body. Taller than me for sure.

The lights went out, the contours of his muscles blurred in the darkness and the room broke out in applause as the pre-act entered the stage. Through the few heads of people in front of me I had the perfect view to catch the singers face. The warm tones of his voice complimented the strong vibrations of his guitar and I swayed to the music, emptying my drink. The venue was warm, the air seemed to stand stiff in the room. I was sure the artist suffered under all those lights.

A couple joined me at my table and we enjoyed the music together. But I kept one eye on the handsome man in front of me. The first row at the railing consisted of a dozen girls, two accompanied by their boyfriends. Surely, one of the girls in front of him must be his girl.

I kept watching him, he didn’t touch anyone. Good to know.

But he texted someone. Enjoyed the time. There was a little space between the girls in front of him, perfect for him to see the artist.

I snapped a pic of the venue, my view of the stage and him clearly in front of me and sent it to my best friend with the caption, ‘going to enjoy the view up close…’

Then I took my chance. With my phone in hand and one last look to my new friends, I pushed through the few people in front of me until I was by his side.

He was more than half a head taller than me and his cologne filled my nose before I even got a look at his face. Briefly distracted by his exposed arms, I looked up at him. Brown beard, sharp jaw, full lips, prominent nose, brown eyes, long lashes. Curly hair. Bushy brows.

“Hi! Do you mind if I squeeze in for a moment to snap a pic?” I beamed at him with my best smile.

His eyes traveled down my length. My curly bangs in were in my face, eyeliner framing my blue eyes and had put on blush with some glitter. He lingered on my red lips for a split second longer before adding the rest of me. I wore a crochet top, front open simply held together by two laces, and a matching lace bra underneath. Blue jeans, wide leg, and sneakers. Cheeky yet comfortable.

“Yea, sure, go ahead.” He answered and a little voice in my head wooed at the deep tone of his voice.

I gave him a wide smile and brushed past his body between the two girls in front of him. Taking my time, I recorded parts of a song and took a few photos. Then I turned around, not wanting to be a rude bother, and excused myself. He did smell really great.

His broad body moved in my way and he lowered his mouth to my ear. “You can stay here, if you want.” The faint brush of his breath on my ear shell and the closeness of his body spiked my pulse for a second.

No need to ask me twice, I thought. My entire face lit up and I mouthed a thanks before turning around again. His body was close, but not closer than the others. Yet, I felt the heat radiating from him.

The pre-act closed and the lights turned back on. People shifted apart and so did I, making my way back to my newfound couple friends to our table with just another ‘Thanks’.

“You stayed!” Sabrina cheered with raised brows and a huge smile on her lips.

I nodded, “He didn’t mind.” Over my shoulder I eyed him again.

He was on his phone again. Hm. Probably, he was just polite. Texting his girlfriend for sure.

I spent the break with the couple, yapping away about artists and music and concerts we’ve been to. Then the lights dimmed again, signaling the main act was about to start.

“I’m just… he was fine with the pre-act, surely he won’t mind again?” I asked them. But the determination already settled in my body. I buzzed with energy and confidence, my toes wiggling in my shoes.

“Go for it,” Sabrina said and her boyfriend agreed, giving me a thumbs up.

Confidently, I pushed through the people until I was next to him again. Arms, shoulders, cologne, “Hi again.”

“Hi,” he smiled. His deep voice had a little rasp in it that scratched a spot at the base of my head.

“Do you mind?” I gestured to the spot from before.

“No, it’s fine,” he answered with a shrug and unbothered frown. There was an accent in his English, similar to the native one from my country. I briefly wondered if I should just speak my mother tongue with him but decided against it.

A light layer of sweat was visible on his forehead and he fanned the front of his shirt. His brown eyes stayed on my face for a few seconds and I felt a little blush creep up my face. Was he polite or intrigued?

I was about to turn to the railing, waiting for further moves from him, when he stopped me. “Actually, if I buy you a drink, will you save my spot?”

My smile widened. “Yes, absolutely.” What an easy way to get this going. The air cleared out of my lungs.

“Beer?” He asked.

I shook my head. Single girl, solo at a concert, I knew better than to drink alcohol. And here at the front of the balcony, the air seemed even warmer. “Water?”

He shrugged, as if I was a cheap date and nodded. I chuckled. Better safe than sorry.

The guitarist started playing the rhythm, drums slowly building up, and then the lights centered on the main act. A young handsome man from the US singing his indie songs.

I sighed, disappointed.

He wore an oversized T-Shirt with sleeves to his elbows. Don’t get me wrong, I came for the music. Been a fan for years. But this particular singer has made an image of himself with his incredible physique shown off in slutty tank tops and a chain around his neck. Each video of him singing on stage showed him at least sleeveless, showing off his big biceps and shoulders in the stage lights.

I blinked. My guy must be a fan, dressing like the usual fashion of the singer.

A tap on my right shoulder snapped me out of my amusing observation and I took my water from the big hand stretched towards me. “Thank you!”

“No, thank you,” he insisted, “it’s so hot in here, I was going to die.”

I nodded and I grinned to myself as I took a sip. My eyes roamed his naked arms and I felt my nostrils flare. Then I turned around again, focusing my entire attention on one of my favorite singers.

The lyrics spilled out of my mouth and I recorded the best snippets of the first two songs, advanced vocals and guitar solos. The deep voice of the stranger behind me tuned in my ear as he sang along. The vibrations from the instruments traveled through my body and I felt the emotions swirling.

After the third song, I felt his body lean in. “Can you send me those later, if you keep recording?”

I turned around to him. “Because I’m in front of you now with the better view or because my videos look better than yours?” I teased.

“Both.” He grinned.

I took a peek at his phone with the lighting all messed up. “Yeah, sure, I can do that.” I pursed my lips for a moment and gave him a look.

“Perfect. Then you’ll keep doing that and I keep the drinks coming.” He winked.

My stomach tightened and I felt my smile widen. “Deal.” His lips pulled into a handsome smile and his eyes softened for a bit.

Then I felt his hand swoosh across the small of my back as he made his way to the bar. My eyes trailed after him for a second, noticing some girls faces behind me pulling into a snarky expression. I gave them a friendly smile before turning around to the stage again.

‘So, bicep guy and me have a deal now. I get good videos and he gets us drinks.’

My bestie responded instantly. ‘Woowwwwww, is he single?’

‘Idk. Didn’t ask but he’s here alone’ I texted back.

‘Damnnn gurl’

The next song played and I danced with myself, singing my heart out to the stage. Another water appeared next to me and I accepted.

The concert went on and with each passing minute, the stranger scooched in a little closer, until his hips touched mine and I felt his pecs against my shoulders. The vibrations from the stage carried through his chest into my back and it felt like an alignment, a resonance special from moments like these. And was that a six pack slowly pressing against my back?

I bit my lip to keep from grinning. We slow danced together, his hand briefly brushing my arm. My pulse quickened and I took a steadying sip of my water to stay calm.

“Ohh, this one is my favorite!” He cheered into my ear and I nodded, agreeing it was one of my favorites too. I flipped out my phone again and recorded the best parts, for both of us.

He sang, I sang, we danced. I had come to the concert alone because none of my friends share my taste, weren’t available and I wasn’t going to let that keep me from enjoying life. And clearly, I was absolutely able to enjoy life.

His hips pressed into my butt and I leaned against his chest, well aware of the cleavage situation he could see over my shoulder. Two ties really didn’t hide much.

He snapped a pic of the artist from his phone again, holding it right in front of my face, when a message popped up.

I couldn’t even try to look away. Group chat, Rosa. Not my language. Another few messages popped up.

“What language is that?” I asked him.

“Dutch! I’m dutch.” He clarified.

Sure. Cause leave it to me to find the foreigner in the venue. Since my last boyfriend years ago there hasn’t been a single person from my nationality for me.

“Ah, where from?” I smiled at him.

“Near Amsterdam,” his eyes narrowed knowingly. “You?”

“An hour from here,” I explained. He nodded, tucked his phone away and resumed his stance right against my body.

That’s how we stayed for the rest of the concert, besides the third water break in which I texted my bestie the new information.

Bodies close together, swaying, dancing, singing. His hand on my arm or shoulder. And the fluttering feelings in the pit the of my stomach.

The concert finished with two extra songs and I felt high from the joy of the evening. People started streaming outside the venue as I turned around and simply looked at him in more light.

He was hot. The white shirt hung loose on his body but his pecs created a flow. His mullet had turned even more curly in the heat and his jeans sat perfectly in his hips. Not to mention his arms again but… I’m a simple girl. I had a streak going for me. And those shoulders and arms were sculpted like a Greek statue. I gulped down the interest in what was under the shirt. Or his pants.

He licked his lip. “So, we still have to sort the videos.”

I chuckled, “Yes, otherwise you’d have to rely on your memory to remember this evening.”

“I do have a shitty memory… so you’d be helping me out here.” His head tilted and the light turned his beard into a lighter brown. Another streak I had going for me.

“I’m kind like that,” I grinned at him. I gave him my name at this point, and he shook my hand before pulling me into a hug and whispering his name in my ear.

I took a deep breath. No need to get swooned, but he knew what he was doing… I wanted more anticipation for the night.

We pulled apart again. “Would you want to eat something?” He asked. We were almost alone on the balcony at this point.

“Yea, I haven’t eaten since lunch actually.” I nodded relieved that he felt similar. And it made me focus on something else than the twitch in his bicep when he scratched the back of his head or how his arms looked from that angle or how through the cut of the shirt I saw his pec peek out.

“You know your way around then?”

I blinked.

“I know a place nearby with great falafel stuff, I’m vegan so it can be tricky.” I thought back to drunk nights with my friends in these very streets and the life saving falafel kebab place at the corner that had made me smile wider than any of the people I met.

“That’s it, then,” he nodded. Then he reached for my hand and pulled me through the sea of people downstairs to the exit. He left a few things at the cloakroom and I needed to go to the restroom so we split up for a moment.

At the restroom I ran my hands down my face and danced on the spot to shake out the built up energy. Fuck, this was really happening.

A cute blonde girl walked by, smiling at me.

I chatted her up in my language by the sink, talking about the concert and if she had a tissue and cause there wasn’t anything. She helped me out and went on, “I saw you two, I was actually nearby.”

“Oh, that’s funny! Yea, it was a good spot up there.” I replied.

“Yea and you two looked cute,” she chimed in.

“Oh, did we? I don’t know him, I just met him,” I laughed.

Her eyes widened with surprise. “Oh- okay! So you’re alone here?” She looked curious now.

“Yea, I mostly go to concerts alone.” I explained.

“That’s so great!! Me too! I’m so happy you do this too!” We chatted away for a few minutes and laughed at the parallels of our lives before making our way out to the lobby. I spotted bicep guy right away.

“Hi, so this is a friend I made in the bathroom,” I laughed.

“Yea, I went to the restrooms and heard a girl laugh, and I thought ‘Hmm that must be her’.” He grinned with a tilted head.

“Oh is that so?” I laughed again. “Well, either way. It was so nice to meet you,” I told her in our mother tongue, “could I get your number in case we go to the same concert again?”

Said and done. She wished us a good evening. And in our language, winked at me and told me to have a good time. I thanked her and hugged her goodbye. Only then I noticed that he was holding stuff.

“What’s all that?”

“Merch. I bought the VIP ticket.” He clarified.

“Oh? And… then you ended up standing in the same section as me because…?”

“Because it was fucking hot right at the stage and I couldn’t breathe.”

I laughed. “Fair. Lucky me then, who would I have squeezed past if you weren’t standing there?”

“Exactly, who would I have bought a drink if I didn’t meet you?”

His eyes lingered on mine before pulling down to my lips. My stomach twisted and a prickle erupted up my spine to my scalp. His plump lips looked inviting, something sizzled under my skin. But not enough yet.

I broke the moment first. “So what merch?”

He snapped out of it and showed me the shirt, vinyl, a harmonica and more. I gushed over the pieces with envy and joy, sharing his enthusiasm for the singer. He went into fan mode, and it gave him a boyish look that was almost adorable in contrast to the masculine confidence he displayed before.

“You mind bringing this to my car first before we grab a bite?” He asked. “I parked nearby!”

I contemplated for a second, then I agreed.

His fingers laced with mine and he pulled me out of the venue, then guided me through the streets. My stomach flipped again. His hand was warm and big, his voice deep and soft.

We talked music and his drive, reminiscing about the concert and the pre-act and laughed with bellies full of joy from the experience. His raised our joint hands and twirled me in the streets before putting his arm around my shoulder and I blushed as I leaned into his body.

That’s when I learned he was a personal trainer and diving instructor with funny stories and travel memories and internally gave myself a high five. I also learned how big of a Fangirl he was for the singers we liked, how he was flustered at the VIP meet and greet earlier and how comfortable he was in his masculinity to a point of having celebrity man crushes and calling out the slutty tank tops, wishing he was as cool as them.

I reminded him that he did pull off the sleeveless shirt look though.

“Thank you. It obviously wasn’t on purpose to match with the singer at all.” He shook his head but smirked.

I laughed. “Of course not. And you were not at all disappointed to see that he just wears a regular oversized T-Shirt today.” I chuckled.

“Nope.” He shrugged. “And you weren’t disappointed not to see the biceps either.”

I let my eyes travel down his body. “Well, I did get to see some bicep.”

“At your service,” he returned. There was a low dip in his voice and it trailed right down my spine.

I chuckled and he squeezed me tighter and I shook my head in disbelief of how the evening had turned out.

He put the merch in his car, twirled me around one more time and grabbed my hand to make our way back.

It was past ten but the sky was still light, music came from different bars and clubs and I felt truly alive for the first time that week. It had been such a swamped few days with work and duties, and work waiting for me again the next morning. It felt so light and freeing to talk about the same interests and passions, rating songs and artists with someone who actually shared my vibe.

So I stayed present in the moment with my fingers laced with this hot stranger and we wandered through the club district laughing until we sat down at the falafel place. The first stop of the night.

Been biting into my pillow the past half hour as I’ve been rubbing my pussy, I’m so wet and sloppy that I need to wipe off my juices just to get some friction on my clit again. It’s almost 1am and I didn’t bring toys and I regret that decision a lot, but I’m not even home alone so no idea if I could keep quiet with a toy or wake up my family that I’m visiting. I’d fuck about anything at this point, I’m still horny af after 3 cums. I think I need to keep going until I finally pass out

I was out a lot recently, night after night in the clubs with friends. I’m a bi woman, and my friends are two bi girls and a lesbian. We met so many bi women, lesbians, nonbinaries. Everyone danced, everyone got close, two gay men joined. We drank and danced, dates got switched around for the fun of it. But everyone had a designated partner by the end of it.

But then was at night four and we happened to dance into a group of three guys. One tall and blonde, one slim with a mustache, one buff with curly hair. The vibes matched instantly and each bi girl of us grabbed a guy. The lesbians made out in the back, the gays shimmied off. Cocktails got passed around and after three or four hours into the night, my girl friend pulled me aside by the restrooms. She tasted like rum coke and her skin was soft under my hands and when we got back, the blonde and buff guy fooled around while the lesbians had taken two other friends. When I straddled my friend, another girl cupped my face to steal another kiss as both of them felt me up. I saw my friends make out with at least a handful of people and felt more than two pairs of hands on my body. Six of us went home together, the rest split off in pairs