The next morning she was overcome again, waking and moments after being filled with the memories of the night before. It was intense; she remembered most of all Jack's hands, on her head, the force of them. Big hands on her body. And he'd kissed her, too. Right there in front of everybody. She reached again for the dildo, and went down to breakfast happily flushed but with need growing in her already again. Her libido, always sky-high, had been supercharged by this encounter. If Jack didn't show up tonight, she'd have to find another guy like him, a guy who knew what the fuck he was doing. She needed more of this.
She showered at seven, nervousness not as high as she would have thought. Something about him--he'd kissed her, he'd been somehow gentlemanly throughout, he wasn't going to stand her up. She knew it. She dressed in her typical semi-fashionable yet geeky clothing, a short-ish skirt, stockings, and vintage t-shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror, and that took her back to her glorious post-face-fucking masturbation. She pulled on a lace thong, another surreptitious purchase. She looked fucking hot, but not out of line at all. The stockings were a bit much, but compared to what some of her friends wore she was practically demure.
As it drew closer to eight, she barely maintained her calm. Finally, one minute before eight o' clock came, the doorbell rang. She wondered briefly if she ought to play some waiting game before just tearing off to open the door. And he was there, just as cute as she remembered from the night before, dressed casually and smiling that awesome, cheeky smile of his.
"Just let me get my purse," she said simply, and stepped back inside so he wouldn't see her vast smile of celebration as she grabbed the purse containing the backstage passes.
She stepped out the door with him and took his hand and he leaned down and kissed her again and again--their hunger for each other sparking when their lips touched. His hands went around her waist and hers pressed flat against his chest. His tongue forced its way in her mouth and she fought back with hers and for a few moments they were lost in that before breaking apart.
"Holy hell," he said quietly.
"Let's go," she said, pulling his hand, leading the way towards the train station. It was only a few stops before they were off again, having spent their time on the train just pressed up against each other. She led the way again to the concert venue, a medium-sized hall with a big wooden dance floor. They got to duck behind the barrier in the street by showing their passes. Jack had never actually been backstage at a concert before; his friends in bands tended to be playing in a space carved out in a crowded bar. This was altogether a different level. All around them, people actually doing stuff walked up and down the halls, a lot of people looking like accountants mingling with a lot of people looking like they'd wandered off a music video. Kristine kept hold of his hand, and some people who knew her said "Hey," and then gave Jack a look. She smiled at that; she'd considered, when she spotted Jack and felt curious about him, trying for some subtle thing, but his calling of her bluff on kissing had made her want this instead; full public acknowledgement. As they stopped to talk to a friend of hers--a cool sound techie she hadn't seen in awhile, Jack unselfconsciously slid his hand around her waist, pulling her into him.
She introduced him to the band, who he hadn't really seen last night--people were bringing them drinks, so they'd had no reason to approach them. They were all high as kites, which was pretty hilarious an hour before the gig. The opening band went on, laying out some pretty credible Garbage-inspired stuff. Jack was surprisingly cool to just hang out with; she was slightly self-conscious about boring him or something but he seemed interested in her stories about being backstage; as soon as her sister had gotten into this stuff, Kristine had tagged along and helped out, everything from folding t-shirts in the beginning to helping book travel once her sister's bands had made it big.
A few minutes before the band was actually going to go on, she led him out through the security cordon to the main dance floor, jam-packed with people. He went first then, helping to push through the crowd until they were close to the stage. She could have watched from the wings or a reserved press area up front, but she always loved being in the midst, and besides, she wanted to be pressed close to him. He stood behind her, his hands on her waist, and she pushed back against him, her ass into him, and his hands tightened on her in response. She felt herself getting aroused from just this, as the band finished tuning and the lead singer addressed the crowd on the microphone. Then his hand slid up her side to cup her breast, his hand outside her shirt for now but unmistakable. There in the middle of the crowd, his big body behind her, his strong hand on her breast, pushing it back against her.
The music was awesome, weird rock, Pixies, Yeah-Yeah-Yeahs-like. A nice distorted mess of urgent feelings. His hand stayed on her breast, and the other grabbed her ass, firmly. She felt the power in him there, held like that, as his hard body pressed against her. She sighed inaudibly as the music jaggedly surrounded them, as the crowd pressed. She saw at least one sidelong glance at her but she just wanted Jack to keep going, to keep making her feel this way.
For two songs, he just explored her body with his hands. Sometimes his fingers were sliding over her ribcage, sometimes cupping her breasts, folding her back into him for a kiss. He slid his hand along her stocking-covered thigh--she loved the feeling of his hard, masculine hand catching on the fabric there, dragging it against her skin.
By the third song, the audience was rapt, cheering, totally into the music. It was perfect lust music, and she couldn't believe how aroused she was. She could feel Jack's cock hard through his jeans, and she remembered the taste of him and the feel of him. And then his hand was sliding down her stomach again seeking and finding her waistband, his fingers pushing inside it and oh god he was down there his other hand wrapped around her chest just under her breasts. He was cupping her pussy--she flushed as she realized how wet she was already, as his eager fingers pushed aside the thin slip of fabrice and found her bare pussy beneath. He delicately moved on her for just a moment, but then he was pushing them in--fuck he was pushing three fingers in her already. She braced herself against him as she felt her pussy so tight but so goddamn wet it was taking him in easily, if slowly, his thick fingers pushing relentlessly. She looked around her in a daze and saw happy faces entranced by music. So was she but more transfixed by Jack's fingers. She didn't even know his last name, she realized as his fingers curled deeper and deeper, until she felt the base of his fingers against her, the length of them all the way inside: He was holding her up here while he pushed three fingers up inside her young pussy.
"Fuck yes," Jack she said, the words totally lost in the booming sound. Something about that freed her, and as she felt his fingers start to pull out of her pussy, a long movement as it gripped him tightly, she said "Take that fucking pussy." He couldn't have heard her yet somehow responded, his fingers diving in again, even more easily this time, and got she was so wet, dripping on his fingers as he held her so tight against him. She felt totally helpless, hell he was almost lifting her off the ground, his cock so hard against her ass as his fingers dominated her pussy. She shivered and shook in his arms, moaning, as he followed every tremble to its source and gave her wanton self everything she needed. How did he know she wanted this? How had she picked a guy who could give her this? Another song came, and still Jack was fingerfucking her, still she was on the verge of ecstasy but he was fucking teasing her as she writhed in his arms. He could feel her orgasm as it approached and he was bringing her almost but not letting her--fucking hell she just needed it but goddamn it felt so good. Another song and another song, the waves of pleasure threatening her balance, she felt her legs giving out. He felt that too and his lips brushed against the nape of her neck and then his fingers moved just a little differently and there it was, as the crowd jostled and roared around them, as the music pounded out his fingers pounded her and her little pussy gripped them as she came hard, his arm holding her up, her knees buckling. She was glad he was strong and she shouted loud and almost fainted and Jack held her there limp and astonished until he slowly slid out slick fingers tracing her dampness across her thighs. She leaned back into him panting still and he nuzzled her ear and kissed her neck again and she wanted more, she realized she was always going to want more.
