Gina was still getting her makeup on when the phone rang. She strutted over to the bed and picked up her cell. She did a little dance when she saw the caller. "Hello?"
"Babe, it's Skylar," came the familiar voice. "You're still coming to watch our set, right?"
Gina sat on the bed, holding the phone with one hand and starting to stroke herself with the other. She loved the sound of his voice.
"Yeah, honey," she purred. "I'm just getting myself ready." She crossed her legs over and let her thick thighs rub against each other. "This will be our third date, babe. You know what that means, right?"
Gina had let Skylar get to second base on their last date, and she only held back out of tradition. She laid back and started rubbing her thigh.
"I want you, hot stuff," Gina moaned. She realized that her sexy talk was minor leagues, but she also knew that guys were just dopey enough to like just about any attempt.
"I'll catch you then," he said, and hung up. Gina sat up and dropped her phone on the bed, giggling.
Skylar played in a band twice a week at the college pub. Gina had been dying to hear him play, but Skylar tried to brace her for the quality. He said there was a reason they never went pro, and so far they had only a few original songs. It did not matter to Gina, as she had never had anyone serenade her before. Skylar sang a few bars for her on their last date, but he insisted it sounded better when he had instrumental backup.
Gina bounced back into her bathroom and finished the touches on her makeup, then went back to the bedroom to select out her underwear. She figured she had better wear something extra nice, since she would be showing it off. She settled on a lace bra and panties set, then slipped them on. She looked in her mirror and gave the bra straps a few good tugs, seeing if she would stay in it.
She then did a quick turn to check her ass. The panties covered up just about enough. She went to her closet and selected a spaghetti-strapped red number she kept for such occasions.
She held it up to her body and looked in the mirror, then froze. "Shit," she said. "There's going to be a bunch of drunk college boys there." She stared, then shrugged. "Perfect."
After getting into her dress, Gina got out her red pumps and her sneakers. She was not about to risk driving her new car in high heels, and would change them once she got to the college campus. She managed to find a parking spot a few hundred feet away from the bar, and almost lost her mind at the rate she had to pay to park. "College should be free for these prices!" she said to a passer-by as she paid at the meter.
Gina walked all the way over to the bar, then paid the cover to get in. There was already a live act on, and Gina did not recognize the song despite them being a cover van. She started to feel old already.
She made her way over to a spare table. "Hi girls," Gina said, trying to sound as lively as possible, despite her already aching feet. "Mind if I sit down?"
The three girls looked like they turned twenty-one yesterday. They were dressed in enough collegiate apparel to let you know how smart they were.
"Hi!" the blonde one said. "Have a seat!"
"Thanks," said Gina, getting comfortable. "It's really crowded in here tonight."
The black one spoke. "Is your son going to school here?"
Gina sat there with her mouth hung open.
The brunette smacked the black one in the arm. "Chanelle! Don't talk to her like that. She might be going to school here. It's never too late to go back to college."
Gina tapped her fingernails on the table. "How about this—I buy a pitcher, you tell me I look twenty-nine."
The girls became more agreeable to talk to once they started to get a bit lubricated. "So you're dating a musician? Awesome!" said Kieran, the blonde.
The brunette, Abby, finished off her glass. "We really needed to get out. Finals are next Wednesday, and I am stressed. Second year is killing me."
"You girls will get over it once you get out in the real world," Gina assured them. "That's when you find out how worthless your degrees are."
All three girls looked at each other with worry. "Is it bad out there?" asked Chanelle.
Gina took a sip. "Ah, I'm just fucking with you. You're all pretty, so you'll be fine."
"Why do guitar guys always look so hot?" asked Abby as she rested her chin on her hands.
"Because they look like they have huge dicks when they're holding guitars," replied Gina, taking another big drink.
Abby's eyes went wide. "No way!"
Gina pointed to the stage. "Look for yourself."
The three younger girls watched as the singer and lead guitar wailed away. He was definitely using his hips to thrust the guitar back and forth.
"Fuck!" exclaimed Chanelle. "How'd I never notice that before?"
"You notice a lot of stuff when you become an old lady like myself," Gina assured them.
The band that was playing had stopped and left to moderate applause, and Skylar's band took the stage. Gina tapped Abby on the arm. "This is him!"
Skylar slung his guitar over his arm and gave a few tweaks to get it in tune. He looked far out and saw Gina sitting at the table, then pointed and smiled. Gina clapped her hands rapidly.
Gina and her new friends listened while Skylar belted out three songs. Two of them Skylar had written personally, although Gina recognized the bridge from one of the songs from a pretty well-known group. After they finished, Skylar was about to leave the mic stand when he gestured for Gina to come backstage.
Gina scribbled down her number on a napkin and handed it to Abby. "Keep in touch," she said. The girls all said thanks for the pitcher, and Gina dashed off to get backstage.
Skylar was putting his guitar back in its case as the other two band members were leaving. He noticed Gina. "Hey, all right!" he said. He stood up as she approached, and they laced their fingers together as they kissed.
"You were wonderful up there," Gina said softly. "Ooh, you're a bit sweaty."
Skylar was in his late twenties, and Gina was thrilled to get with another younger guy. She lifted her leg up and wrapped it around Skylar's leg. He held on with one hand and started to play with her ass with the other.
"Oh, baby, we should slow down," panted Gina, putting her forehead on his chest.
"I have an idea," said Skylar. He let go of Gina, then went over to a door. "I can lock this thing up."
He led Gina into a storage room with several stacks of chairs and a sofa. He flicked on the light and put his hand on Gina's shoulder.
Gina was less than thrilled with the setting, but she was hoping to spice it up a bit. "This might be all right," she said.
Skylar locked the deadbolt, then kissed Gina. She had her hands all over Skylar's chest, occasionally stroking his curly dirty blond hair. There must have been another act starting, because there was cheering heard through the walls.
Gina kicked off her high heels. She ran her hands along the front of Skylar's jeans, feeling his erection. Gina turned around, letting Skylar kiss her neck as she had her arms up. She reached down and pulled her panties down to her knees, then bent over the sofa and steadied herself with her hands.
Skylar whipped out his cock and lifted up Gina's dress. He gave a few good rubs along her lips before pushing himself in. Gina let out a gasp as she felt his cock starting to slide in and out. The roar of the crowd started to pick up, which got Gina more excited.
Skylar picked up the pace with his pounding as he reached down to grab a feel of Gina's tit. Gina held onto his hand while he felt her up as she braced herself for the thrusts. "Oh, Skylar," she moaned. "So fuckin' hot!
Ohhh!
"
Skylar pulled out and let Gina lie down on the old sofa. She got her panties off enough to let them dangle off of one foot, then raised her legs up. Skylar re-inserted and began fucking her again. Gina pulled down the front of her dress and undid her strapless bra, letting her large tits out. Skylar felt them one after the other as he used his other hand on the back of the couch to keep his balance. Sweat was dripping off of his forehead onto Gina's chest.
The music became louder from the stage, and there were screams now coming from the audience. Gina got lost in the moment as she heard the surge of noise. She grabbed onto Skylar's tight ass as they kissed. Just the thought that they might get caught, or that they were fucking so close to all of those people, was blowing her mind.
"Let me titty-fuck you," Skylar begged. Gina obliged, getting comfortable on her back as Skylar stuck his dick in between her lovely breasts. Gina propped her boobs up to squeeze his dick while he tugged at her nipples. Gina was able to get her head tilted up and get the tip of his dick to her lips, giving them a quick slurp as he went and moved his cock back and forth.
She made him insert his dick in her mouth. Gina sucked on his dick while she played with her pussy, gently stroking his balls. Skylar was kind enough to have shaved his undercarriage.
"Oh, baby," Skylar moaned. "I love it when you rub my taint. Fuck, you're wild."
Gina continued her slurping and sucking while she frigged herself. The crowd was building to a frenzy now. Gina pictured her and Skylar up on the stage, fucking each other while the crowd cheered them on. Sucking a dick and fingering herself was getting her worked up.
Skylar started to make the universal signal with his face. "Oh, shit!" he panted. "It's fucking coming! What do we do?"
Gina grabbed onto Skylar's ass with both hands and held him tight as she kept the cock in her mouth. Skylar felt the clenching as his load spilled out, and he was stunned as he watched Gina. Making a gulping noise, she swallowed his batch.
Skylar stared down at her in wonder. "Oh, holy
fuck
!" he exclaimed. Gina wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and gave a few more swallows, then she smiled wickedly.
Skylar laid on top of Gina and kissed her. The crowd was still cheering as the music played on. While Gina did not get the final blowout she was hoping for, she felt pleasantly fucked. They kissed and groped each other until after the set was over, and the noise from the crowd was dying down.
Gina scrambled to get her underwear on and get her dress straightened out. Skylar watched for anyone beyond the door. "I think we got away with it," he said.
