[M]y [F]irst “Groupie”

It’s been a few days but my mind is still reeling. I recently came home from a tour with a band that I play guitar in. Not a band that I expect anyone to have heard of, in fact most people probably don’t realize the sheer number of bands that make a meager living touring dive bars with little to no name recognition. The band is of the garage-rock variety and I play lots of “flashy” leads. I’m in my late twenties and feel like I should be in better shape than I am but the cardio from playing shows often and the landscaping work that I do when I’m not on the road keep me fairly fit and any self-consciousness I have about my face is hidden behind a fairly trimmed beard and shoulder-length hair.

Anyway, the tour had been going fairly well and I had been feeling particularly horny on this tour. The band I’m in generally crashes on the couches of friends and fans along the way to not pay for hotel rooms, and there were more times than I can recall that I snuck into the bathroom everyone was sharing to quickly jerk off into the sink. I’m not sure if there’s something about this that gets me off, but it seems to work (and is easy to clean up, ha). My life at home has been hectic; my girlfriend of a few years and I were on a break from both of us being so busy and me being overwhelmed in the aftermath of suddenly having to take care of her for a few months after she had knee surgery. After being in stressful, close quarters we both needed a little space.

I’ve never “hooked up” with any girls on the road, and in fact prior to this night I’m going to write about I had never had sex with a stranger. And I didn’t see it coming at all. We played a bar in Ohio that we play a few times a year and after we were done I was sipping on a whiskey shot that the owner had bought us while we were onstage. I poured the shot into my empty ice water glass and slowly worked on it for awhile. Despite my general “rock and roll” appearance and demeanor I actually fairly rarely drink to excess, and this night I could tell I would have to drive the van to our crash pad as my bandmates were feeling more gregarious than I. So another band played after us and I was in my own little world, thinking about picking things back up with my girlfriend at home (we’d been texting every day but not nearly as much as previous tours) when someone nudged my left arm. I looked up to see a super cute strawberry blonde girl who looked to be about 30 with her more typical “hot blonde” friend. The “hot blonde” was clearly much more intoxicated than the more auburn haired and, in my mind, much prettier girl, but this allowed some unfiltered conversation to come through. The pretty girl was named Amy (though I learned this much later) and I never got the other girl’s name but she looked so much like my brother’s ex-girlfriend Liz that I almost had to do a double take. Amy said “oh, we were just saying we liked your band the best out of the bands that played so far.” I thanked them and probably said a few more things but didn’t have much to say as I don’t like to “bask” in compliments and have little to say beyond “thanks” most of the time. “Liz” then blurted out “she really likes band guys” and Amy looked embarrassed. I laughed, shrugged, and said “me too.” We chatted for another 20 seconds and then I headed toward the merch table and told them I’d be around the rest of the night, which they said they would be as well.

Another band played (sidenote, I wish bars would stop doing these 4-5 band bills… 3 is enough!) and I kept seeing Amy around the room. She appeared to be about 5’4″ and had a cute, round butt. Mostly I kept looking at her hair. While not truly a “redhead” I’d always been attracted to the more fiery hair types but had never been with a girl that wasn’t a brunette (barring a blonde and one pink-haired beauty) and Amy had the perfect shades of blonde and red to keep me looking. At some point these two girls ended up back by me again and Amy started talking to me again and asked me what I felt like my band’s music could be compared to. Normally this question irritates or bores me but I could tell this girl was just trying to find reasons to talk to me and something about her was very welcoming so I tried to answer as honestly as I could while another loud band was playing. She started saying that her ex-boyfriend was a blues guitarist and he could make her orgasm from just hitting the right notes. Her drunk friend overheard this and told her to “shut up” and I just laughed and said that, yeah, if he played just right I might feel the same way. Amy went on about how sexual the essence of blues music is, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that she also seemed to have sex on the brain. We talked some more, the last band finished, and then she suddenly said that she had to “go make nice with the guy that bought this beer,” gesturing to her empty glass. I shrugged off this abrupt ending and was prepared to head back to our friend’s house and sleep on the floor after loading the rest of our gear into the van.

While the rest of the band waited in the van I did a “dummy check” around the bar to make sure no one left anything and, in all honesty, hoping to cross paths with Amy one more time. Sure enough, there she was by the bar with her drunker-still blonde friend, and I walked up and said that we were taking off. Amy asked where we were taking off to and I said just a friend’s house to crash, no party or anything. She said that this was a shame, no after show drinks? I laughed and said that the rock and roll after party doesn’t happen most of the time. Drunk-blonde-friend interjected here and just said “you guys should get each other’s numbers.” Amy laughed nervously and I just said “sure why not” and she handed me her phone to put my number in.

“It’s too bad we didn’t get to talk more,” she said, not making eye contact. It was really starting to turn me on how coy this girl was being after basically telling me earlier that guitar playing makes her horny. I said something about “there’s always next time” and she offered to walk me outside. We got outside the bar and she told me to let her know if I did end up doing anything interesting that night and I told her I would. We finally stood face to face and I could see her eyes were burning. I’ve never been the seductive, “Don Juan” type but this girl was making me feel like the cockiest rock star and I decided to just kiss her. Well, not really decide, I just did. She was hungry for it immediately, gripping my arm and breathing quicly. I pulled away and said it was time to go. She had a worried look on her face that this was the end. I put my hand on her hips and – I can’t believe I said this and didn’t sound like a total fucking tool – said “I first learned to play guitar by playing the blues” and grabbed her ass hard with one hand. She gasped sharply and just said “okay” in a breathy voice. I turned around and walked toward the van without looking back.

I was beaming inside as I drove the van to our friend’s house, trying not to betray anything to my bandmates. I would have been content with the evening ending there in all honesty and could have relieved myself by watching Penny Pax (a decent look-a-like for Amy) and masturbating furiously in the bathroom, but I felt my phone buzz not far into the drive. I checked it as soon as the van was parked and it was a text from Amy that just said “you should tell me where I can meet you.” I debated for what seemed like quite awhile what I should do. After all, I was basically still in a relationship at home (essentially it was a “don’t ask, don’t tell, we need space for awhile” conversation before I left) and I had never had sex with someone I didn’t know. I finally responded that we weren’t getting into anything and that the people that lived at this place were already asleep. Fairly non-committal but not entirely encouraging. Amy was relentless and said that she could pick me up. I entertained the idea but kept texting her friendly but non-leading things. Very quickly the rest of my band passed out and I was up all alone in the house, wide awake. Finally I told Amy that I could say a quick hello if she dropped by and gave her the address. The next thing I knew I was standing outside on a cold neighborhood street in a town that I didn’t really know, waiting for a girl that I knew almost nothing about to come… say hi?

She eventually pulled up and got out of the car. I wasn’t sure if she was entirely serious until she was right there. She asked if we could go inside and I said there wasn’t much room and my band was all asleep in the only area with any “hang out” setup so she said we should go to the back porch. We sat on the steps and I put my arms around her as it was cold and she was just wearing a light sweater. Having her in my arms again I couldn’t resist and kissed her again. She was even hungrier this time and since we weren’t standing in front of a busy bar I got to take her in more and appreciate her subtle, flowery perfume and how soft her perfect hair was. She broke the kiss and said “what about the basement?” I laughed and said it wasn’t very nice in there. She then just came out and said “I’ve had sex with other people in the room before, it doesn’t bother me.” I couldn’t believe how forward she was being after being mostly reserved at the bar. I told her that the rest of my band probably wouldn’t appreciate it and she laughed and agreed. We went back to kissing and I started feeling her ass more. So perfect and curvy, and just a little thong underneath her yoga pants (an aside: this truly is a wonderful time to be alive for an “ass man”) to cover her up. She moaned softly as I started feeling the soft skin of the top of her butt cheeks and I once again said something that now seems ridiculous.
“Oh Amy, the things I would do to you…” She looked me in the eyes, and I kid you not, said “yes please” in an affected “innocent girl” voice. Fuck. It was on. I grabbed her hand and we walked to the backyard to see if the shed was unlocked. She was all for it, and was outwardly disappointed that it was unlocked. I suggested her car and she laughed but then we walked around the house and got in.

She started driving and I wasn’t sure to where but then realized she was just going around the block. “I saw that it looked darker over here.” She parked the car (which was a Ford Taurus maybe?) and said “shall we get in the back and take our clothes off?” I don’t even think I responded and the next thing I knew we were all over each other in the back. I finally started feeling her breasts and they were beautiful c-cups. I was enjoying being clothed and trying to devour each other, my hands exploring the curves of her beautiful ass. She started laughing and said that it was absurd that we were doing this, about to have sex in the back of a car on a side street like high school kids. She then took her sweater off and pulled her bra off from underneath but kept her shirt on “in case any cops show up.” She was on top of me and I lifted her shirt up and started sucking on her nipples, seconds after seeing her exposed breasts for the first time. She kept whispering “oh yeah” as I sucked harder and harder on her nipples. I took my shirt off and she leaned back, shimmying out of her yoga pants. She lamented that she couldn’t fuck me outside of the car, which turned me on even more, knowing that she wanted to get wild. I told her I had to see her ass and flipped her over to admire her now-only-in-a-thong butt and gave it some slaps. She moaned in encouragement and I started to pull her thong down, flipping her onto her back again in the process. I started playing with her clit and from what I could see in the near-darkness she had an absolutely perfect shaved pussy. She was moaning and sighing, her breath picking up pace as I put one finger in her and started curling it up. “When did you first want to fuck me?” I asked her. In between moans she answered “when I saw you onstage.” Feeling like a rock god at this point I lost all inhibition and dove face first into her beautiful pussy, savoring the taste and lapping up her folds. There was nothing on my mind and nowhere else I wanted to be.

She was in complete ecstasy and I started fingering her with two fingers as I licked her clit. Her breath quickened and I could feel her tighten around my fingers as she had an orgasm. “Oh my god,” she said, sitting up with fierce desire in her eyes. Her hair was messy but still gorgeous as she made animalistic eye contact with me, her shirt still pulled up over her perky tits, naked but for the thong around one ankle. She pushed me back, pulled out my at this point painfully constrained hard cock, and started licking up the side. I was in heaven, a beautiful head of hair beginning to bob on my dick while a perfect ass was arched to my left. I rubbed her butt furiously and she started to sloppily take my whole dick in her mouth. I’m about 6 and a half inches, nothing crazy, nothing to complain about, but I truly mean she took my whole dick in her mouth. I’ve never been deep-throated before and I was astounded by the feeling. I think the tip of my penis touched her tonsils. I had to make the most of this completely porn-tastic moment and started to play with her asshole with one finger. She moaned with my dick in her mouth and I explored the edges of her hot little butthole. I could have had her suck my dick all night and I’m sure I would have blown my load (something that I rarely do from head) but she came up for air and we locked tongues again. I finally had to admit that I didn’t have a condom.

She laughed. “Well, I do. I could make an excuse but, come on, look at us.” We both laughed hard, re-realizing that we were two adults going to town on each other in the back of a car in the middle of the night. “So… how about that condom?” she said. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I put the condom on and she positioned herself over me, slowly lowering onto my hard cock. My hands found their place on her ass and I enjoyed her tight pussy as she slowly rocking back and forth on my dick for a few minutes. Finally I started thrusting up to meet her movements and she started moaning louder. It was getting steamy in the car now so she got up and cracked the windows, leaving her beautiful ass right in my face. I couldn’t stop, and didn’t even think about it before shoving my face in her ass, lapping my tongue on her pussy again, from behind. She was surprised and I could tell she loved it. I let my tongue go up and licked around her asshole for a few seconds while she held herself up on the two front seats. She gasped and I grabbed her hips and brought her down on my cock, reverse cowgirl style. I was in awe of this beautiful ass and really started to fuck her, meeting her as she bucked back onto me.

“I need to bend you over,” I said and she responded that “we could figure it out.” The top of my head was touching the ceiling of the car but I had a beautiful girl getting on her elbows, ass in the air, ready for me to have my way with her. I slowly put my dick in her and she gave the sexiest moan yet. I finally started to truly give it to her and what followed was a solid minute of hard, butt slapping, hair pulling fucking. She managed to get out a coherent “yes” as I grabbed a fistful of that perfect hair and I could barely contain myself. I had to stop as I didn’t want to cum yet and she managed to say “you… are so good” before flipping onto her back. We fucked missionary for a few minutes (which will soon become funny) and for the first time all night I truly appreciated how beautiful her face was. She looked me in the eyes, telling me that I was sexy, and that it was like we were two 16 year olds. “But so much better,” I responded and she laughed and agreed. It was very intimate, warm-feeling sex after the bout of animalistic fucking and I don’t think I’ll ever forget how happy and content she looked as she gazed up at me. I began to rub my body up against her clit as I thrusted, determined to make her cum again, and I got to look at that beautiful face as it twisted into ecstasy. “Where do you want to cum?” she finally asked. I laughed and asked what my options were. She suggested her tits and I had about half a second to get the condom off before I totally busted loose. I jumped forward and stroked my cock with a fury that I’ve let few women see and she couldn’t stop telling me how sexy it was. I unloaded rope after rope of cum on her tits and she moaned in both encouragement and pleasure.

“That was nice,” she said, before looking in my eyes and, again, I shit you not, scooping up my cum and putting it in her mouth. Fuck. This was real. We both sat up and she took her shirt off all the way at last, finally sitting fully naked before me, and handed me the shirt to wipe off the rest of my cum on her chest. I couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked and that I had just fucked her and barely knew her name. We sat there and talked, gradually putting on articles of clothing, trading goofy sex stories and finally the topic of “what we did” came up. She laughed and told me she was a missionary. She was off to a third world country in a few days and wasn’t sure exactly how long she’d be gone. I didn’t see that coming, needless to say. She told me that if I wanted to have sex with her next time I was in town that I could. I laughed and said, in jest, “Yeah, probably!” She said matter-of-factly, in sweet honesty that “it’s fine, trust me I’m pretty easy to work with” and said that I could stay in touch or not, that there was no pressure. Did this really fucking happen?

It was nearly 5 AM at this point so we got out of the car and said goodbye. She said she hoped to see me again and as I held her in my arms she said, softly, with a tinge of sadness, that it felt good just being held by me. For the first time the entire night I felt a hint of guilt and my kinda-sorta girlfriend almost-basically waiting for me at home crossed my mind. I kissed Amy goodbye and walked to the house, her driving by me shortly thereafter. She rolled down her window and just laughed before speeding off into the night. I crept back into the house where my bandmates were still sound asleep. I stayed up and read for another hour before finally falling asleep.

Amy texted me in the morning, thanking me for the night. We chatted a little bit and I told her I’d let her know when I was back in town. She said she hoped I would. Days have gone by now and I’m home from the tour, re-committed to my now-once-again-girlfriend and I’ve kept this story entirely to myself. Amy told me she wasn’t on Facebook, and I decided to block her number for the time being to resist the temptation. I briefly tried to find her on Instagram as she did mention being active on that, but I know so little about her that I don’t know what to look for and in ways I hope I don’t. I do know that when we go back through her town as we inevitably will, that I won’t be able to resist texting her then. Come what may.

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