Finally, alone. Moria wrapped her arms around Hunter’s neck and kissed him hard on the lips. Hunter put his hands on her back and drew her up as close as he could to him. He could feel her breasts pushed up against him. His cock stiffened at the thought. Moria felt his hard cock against her and slipped one hand down and ran her fingers over it through the material of his tight rock star jeans, as he referred to them. Hunter moaned softly and slipped his hands to the sides of her waist and started to slide her shirt up.
“Wait,” Moria said, “what about Jade and Adam?” She hadn’t seen the two other members of AFI since the BBQ.
“Oh those two have probably already gotten to bed. It’s not like they’re going to give a shit that Davey and I have got girls. The two of them are quite happy with each other,” Hunter said.
“What do you . . . oh,” Moria said as Hunter laughed quietly, and resumed pulling up her shirt, lifting it up over her head, revealing her breasts, nipples hard. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, savoring the taste. Dammit if he didn’t find himself falling for this girl already. What he was feeling wasn’t your average lust. He wanted to make love to this girl, he wanted to feel her, touch her everywhere, know her. He didn’t want this night to end. Hunter shook his head lightly and devoted his attention to Moria’s nipples, he’d have time to think later. He switched breasts, deciding the other needed his attention now.
Moria arched her back as the cold air hit the nipple that had just left Hunter’s mouth. She moaned softly, and then cried out as Hunter’s hand cupped her cunt through her shorts. He rubbed what he figured to be her clit hard through the jean material. Moria just stood there, letting her body enjoy the psychical sensation Hunter was creating while her mind whirled. The feelings she was experiencing weren’t expected. She thought she might be falling in love with the blond bass player who was at this point and time trying to suck her nipple off her breast. She looked down at his head and smiled, feeling and burning desire to kiss him and to look into his eyes. She lifted his chin up and looked into his eyes, which radiated as much love as she felt. She kissed him hard on the lips, and he wrapped her in his arms, her breasts pressed against the soft material of his tee shirt. The warmth of their bodies encompassed them both and they kissed passionately, searchingly, looking into each other’s eyes. Just then the door to the bus opened and Fritch, AFI’s merchandise and all around guy, walked in. Hunter whirled around and Moria pressed herself against his back, trying to cover as much of her full breasts as possible.
“Oh shit, I guess you’re busy, Hunt. I guess this can wait for tomorrow,” Fritch said with a smile on his face, “Anyway, who’ve you got back there? She’s got to be hot, you’re sporting one hell of a stiffy.”
Moria poked her head out from behind Hunter’s back and offered her hand. “I’m Moria,” she said. It was all she could think of to say.
“Oh, Ms. Mohawk. I saw you earlier. You bought the sweatshirt. I wanted to tell you that your hair was rad, but I didn’t get the chance. Well I’m going to let you guys get back to your debauchery and go find Davey. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Hunt,” Fritch said.
“Um, Fritch, dude, you might just want to talk to Davey tomorrow, too. I don’t think he’d appreciate being bothered right now,” Hunter said.
“Oh . . . okay, well everyone is getting some tonight, huh? Damn, the merchandise guy just doesn’t ever fucking get any does he? You don’t have any more friends, do you?” he asked.
Moria laughed, “Nope, sorry,” she said.
“Oh fucking well,” Fritch muttered. He walked out.
“Well, wasn’t that fun. Damn that Fritch. Well, shit, do you want to go get into bed? It’ll prevent us from getting caught in something more embarrassing,” Hunter grimaced as he took Moria in his arms again.
“Actually, I’d like that a lot,” she said with grin, “but be forewarned . . . I’m a bit smelly and dusty I think. I’ve been moshing all day. It’s damn dusty out there.”
“That’s okay, if it’s all right with you, I’m sure we’ll work up a bit more of a sweat in a little while,” Hunter said.
Moria laughed, and kissed him lightly on the lips, “Lead the way, oh horny one,” she said.
“Me? Horny? I’m not the one without a shirt and with hard nipples now am I?” he asked, as he teasingly tweaked one of her nipples, then the other.
“No, but I’m not ‘sporting one hell of a stiffy’, am I?” she replied, running her fingers over it.
“I’d hope not,” Hunter replied, and led her to his bunk. The curtains were drawn over Davey’s bunk but they could see a leg hanging out and they could hear the springs creaking. “Well, looks like they’ve wasted no time. I think Davey would’ve killed Fritch had he interrupted that.”