Fridays with Fallon

When you're in your twenties every night is a party. Why bother with college it's a waste of time and money. If you want to spend money on an education, go to bars and clubs. That is where you really learn things. You learn social manners (it's a bad idea to make out with another girl's boyfriend). You learn your physical limits (when do you need to be cut off?). You learn basic physics (when you're drunk and you fall down the stairs, you fall down thanks to gravity). You learn anatomy (you can either study a nice specimen of a guy or girl from across the bar or at your place later). If you need a lesson in money management go to the bar when you don't have any money. You will either find someone else to pay, or buy cheap drinks. Is psychology your thing? Break up bar fights. Everything you need to know you can learn at a bar. Well, at least that was Fallon's philosophy! That's where she learned everything she needed to know.

After moving out on her own, Fallon had one particular bar she frequented. The guys were hot, the girls were hotter, and the bands were always on fire. It was one of the few places in town where mainstream, cute, innocent coeds would come and party to rock music. Some of the regulars despised the metrosexuals and the uppity little bitches that frequented the bar, but if you want a fun one night stand, those were the types you needed. That is why Fallon went. If she was in the mood for rough hard fucking she could get a dark, solid, tattooed metal head, or she was in the mood for kinky, playful screwing she could get herself a bubbly little brunette. The best part was she got paid to go to the bar. Her nights of partying there paid off, and she got a job there. It was hard at first, all work and no play, but soon she was promoted, and now she was assistant manager. All she had to do was show up and make sure everyone was a having a good time. It was the best job ever.

As she got ready for the evening she was unsure what she was in the mood for. She didn't know which bad was booked. It was usually the bands that determined who she took home that night. If the music is too angry she might take home a little tease that's not really bisexual, but after an evening of partying is willing to try anything. Fallon never took advantage of anyone, you can't rape the willing.

She never arrived at a bar before a band took the stage. While she almost always enjoyed the music, she usually had more selfish reasons for coming.

"How's the crowd look tonight babe?" she asked Chris, the bouncer at the door. He was her lookout. If none of the customers were to Fallon's liking that night, Chris was always happy to oblige should she like a companion after the bar closed.

"Not too bad. There are a few hotties in there. The bands are pretty hard core though, so who knows how many will stick around."

"Who are tonight's bands?"

"Front and Center and Hollow Bay."

"Thanks kid. I'll see you later."

"Hey," he said as she passed, "if you need anything, you know where to find me."

She winked and continued in the door.

Fallon didn't stop to check out the crowd, decisions were always made better with a drink in hand. She strolled over to the bar and waited for Nathan the bartender to notice her. As she waited she glanced towards the stage with the band rocking out, then down the bar. As she stood there a gentleman came up next to her. He nodded and smiled, and then pretended not to notice her. She couldn't help but notice how hot he was. But, she wasn't going to make any final decisions until she had a drink, so she waited.

"So, are you just going to ignore me?" She was surprised by his comment.

"I'm ignoring no one. I'm just waiting on a drink."

"You don't remember me do you?"

"I'm sorry. Am I supposed to remember you?"

"I should hope so. We dated in high school for a while but you dumped me."

High school had seemed like so long ago. She had tried so hard to forget everything before her 18th birthday. She looked back at him in the dim light, trying to figure out who he was, but his name just wouldn't come to her.

"Look, I'm sorry man, but I just can't remember your name."

"Wow! I never would have guessed I was so forgettable. Jarek, Jarek Harris."

The name sounded slightly familiar to her. She stood up straighter to look at him better. After a moment of looking at him, it was starting to come back to her.

"I kind of remember you now. What are you doing here?"

"My band is playing here in a bit."

"Shouldn't you be in the back getting ready?"

"Hey boss, what can I get you?" Fallon had almost completely forgotten she was waiting for a drink.

"I'll have a Jack and Coke, and you Jarek?"

"I'll have the same thing," he said, and Nathan started pouring. "A girl after my own heart," Jarek said to Fallon.

Fallon just smiled. Normally, she didn't like to flirt with band members; that was usually a bit messier than one night stands with customers. She stood their trying not to stare at him. He'd changed so much since high school, then again who hadn't changed. Nathan placed their cups on the bar and moved on to the next thirsty customer. Taking their glasses they, turned to face the band.

"Cheers!" he said and they took their first drink. Suddenly, a man tried to wiggle his way to the bar on the other side of Jarek. To avoid knocking Fallon over, he put his free hand on the small of her back, and stepped as close as he could without stepping on her. Pretending not to pay much attention to him, she was surprised by the sudden touch of his hand, and looked up at him. He was tall and lumbered over her, but not in a menacing way, more in a protective way. She shifted her cup to her right hand, and took his hand from her back.

"Follow me."

She led him by his hand way from the bar to a small abandoned table in a corner. The view of the band was blocked from this table, but who was there for the band, anyways? As they stood at the table Jarek longed to touch her again. At last, he took the plunge. He leaned down and kissed her. She hadn't been kissed like that in a long time. His thin lips seemed to plump for their kiss. He held her there with his limps for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he let her go.

She stood there for a moment in complete shock. Did he really just kiss her? Before she could recover he took the drink from her hand, set it on the table, grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. I guess I won't need to look much father for someone to go home with, she thought. His hand moved up and cradled her face, but only for a moment. Then he pulled her closer and kissed her again. This time, his tongue parted her lips and explored her.

She couldn't fight him, nor did she want to. She liked it when a man took control. Too many of the guys that came to the bar waited for girls to make the first move, and were often slightly submissive in bed. Not this one. She felt herself give in. She grabbed his sides and kissed him harder. He appeared to like this because he began stepping towards her, moving her backwards, until her back was against the wall. Pressed against her, one hand on the wall for support, he let her come up for air. Standing there, he just looked at her.

"You're better than I remember," he said to her, smiling. "I should go now. I have to get ready to go on." He began to step back when she realized she was still holding on to his sides for support.

"You're going to have to let go, doll," he said looking down at her hands.

She really didn't want to, but she lowered her hands. He noticed her hesitation. As he picked up his cup he wrapped his free arm around her waist. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Wait for me after our set. I'll make it worth your while," and he kissed her roughly.

As he walked away she had to steady herself on the table. Never in all her conquests had she met someone who made her feel like that. She downed her drink and went back to the bar to get another.

"Same thing, babe?" Nathan asked.

"Please."

By the time Fallon had her next drink Front and Center, the opening band had finished their set and the techs were setting up for Jarek's band. She turned back to the bar to nurse her drink until the band came out. Finally, at the end of her second drink, the techs were gone and the band was about to come on. She called for Nathan, got a SoCo and Coke, and made her way towards the stage. At last the band came out, Jarek took his place behind his drums, and the music started. She stood to the side of the stage to avoid getting pulled into the circle pit that was forming. In between songs, he would look her way and wink.

After about an hour of Hollow Bay's death metal rampage, the set was over. Generally, when bands were done some random DJ would come in and throw on something for the non-rockaholic customers. Fallon strolled back to the hidden table. She sat waiting, sipping on yet another drink. Finally, Jarek appeared around the corner.

"You were hiding from me. I thought you'd taken a better offer."

She shook her head no and pushed a cup of Jack and Coke his way. He walked around the table towards her. Before taking the cup he leaned in to kiss her. She thought he was aiming for her cheek, but almost gasped when she felt his lips on her neck. He kissed down her neck to where it met her shoulder, and then he kissed back up her neck to her ear. He stopped to nibble on her earlobe for a moment.

"I want to fuck you till you can't walk straight. I want to hear you scream my name when you cum." Just hearing his raspy voice say what he wanted was enough to make her want to orgasm.

"You'd better finish your drink then," she said.

"No. I want to make you wait. I'll tell you when we can leave."

Normally, Fallon hated having people tell her what to do, but she was more than willing to give up control to him. He chugged part of his drink, then took her by the hand and led her to the middle of the dance floor. He spun her around so she was facing away from him, then he began to move with the music. As he danced behind her she could feel his hard organ pressing against her lower back. He held her hips tight against him, moving with the music. This was not dancing, this was foreplay.

She could feel the bulge in his pants get bigger as she rubbed against him. He moved his hands up her body until he was cupping her breast. He squeezed her soft flesh, sending a surge to her already pulsing cunt, causing her to press her ass against his solid manhood and arch her back as she threw her head back against his shoulder. He played with her breasts, tracing his fingers around her nipples, cupping them again, squeezing and rubbing. Finally, he removed one hand from her tit revealing a rock hard nipple peeking through her thin tank top. He powerfully held her head titled away from him. Even if she wanted to move away, she wouldn't be able to. He began to bite and suck her neck just below her ear. A low, sensual moan escaped from her mouth. She was thankful that the music was too loud for anyone else to hear her.

He took his other hand off her breast and slid it up her miniskirt from behind. He slowly made his way from her supple ass, around to her front. At first he teased, running his fingers along the edges of her thong panties. Then, with one forceful stroke he slid his hand under her panties and into her soaking wet cunt. His fingers glided along her lips and over her clit. Her whole body was beginning to shiver with anticipation.

He whispered in her ear, "I think its time I get you home."

He released her head and removed his fingers from her now dripping sex, then fixed her skirt from behind.

Fallon had a rule; Chris was the only person from the bar that she ever took back to her apartment. If someone wanted to sleep with her, they had to do it at their place. But tonight was different. There was no way she was going to wait to get to his house tonight. She needed him inside of her, and she needed him now. Walking the few blocks to her apartment, Jarek looked over his should to see if anyone was around, and when he saw no one he ran his hand up the back of her skirt once again, squeezing her ass as she walked. She fought off the urge to jump on him right there and beg him to take her.

At last the pair was standing in front of her house. She was shaking so bad with anticipation that she couldn't get her key in the lock.

"Here, let me help with that," he said and placed his hand on hers.

He steadied the key and helped her slip it into the lock. She unlocked the door and went in. Once inside, she dropped her keys and purse in the chair next to the door, then she stood and waited.

"Let's skip the formalities shall we. Where's your room?"

Fallon pointed down the darkened hall.

"Show me," he said and motioned for her to lead the way.

She walked down then hall to the second door on the right, where she reached in and turned on the lights. Even with the overhead light on, the room was still very dark. The walls were grey with a hint of purple, the curtains, bedding and furniture were black, and the lamps had dark scarves draped over them to enhance the darkness. It was bold, yet feminine in some way. Jarek thought it suited Fallon perfectly. Fallon stood in the doorway, not sure what to do. He had been in control up till now and showed no signs of changing.

"Do you have any roommates that may interrupt us?" he asked, turning her around to look at him. Again, she shook her head no. In her anticipation of what was to come, she had forgotten how to speak.

"Good." A smile spread across his lips; it was almost menacing. "Are you going to kiss me, or stand their like a scared bunny?"

She didn't have to be told twice. She reached up to pull his face closer to kiss him. His kisses were becoming more forceful. His tongue glided effortlessly around her mouth, flicking the tip of her tongue. He ended by sucking on her lower lip. Fallon thought she was going to cum at any minute.

"Be a doll and lay down on the bed for me. That'a girl," he said as she obeyed. Her body ached for him, but something in her made her afraid of what he may do to her.

"Now, close your eyes. No peeking."

As she laid there in blackness she could hear him moving around. She heard the clip of a bed side lamp being turned on, and then the flick of the light switch, and then the sound of cloth falling.

"Raise your head for me, my dear," he whispered to her in the darkness.

As she did so she felt him wrap something over her eyes. He must have taken the cloth off the other bedside lamp. He tied it tight around her head and allowed her to again rest her head on the bed.

"Fallon, I've wanted to fuck you senseless since high school. You dumped me before I had my chance. However, luck is on my side tonight. You are all mine. I can have you any way I want you, and you can't stop me."

Panic immediately set in. Was he planning on punishing her for dumping him so many years ago?

Standing over her at the foot of the bed he lifted up her skirt exposing her hot pink silk thong, which was soaking wet from her earlier excitement. He spread her legs gently, and began kissing her inner thigh working his way up to the edge of her thong.

"We don't need this anymore," he said.

He lifted her legs up high and set them on his shoulder leaving his hands free to masterfully tug the silk thong down her legs, and over her stilettos. He left her heels on for a reason: he loved fucking a girl with heels on. He again spread her legs. It was his first view of her throbbing expanse.

"You have a gorgeous little pussy. Do you know that? I'm going to enjoy eating you out till you cum on my face."

Under the blindfold she closed her eyes tight has his soft tongue caressed her lips and clit. She wanted so bad to cum, but didn't want to give him the pleasure he obviously wanted. Unexpectedly his tongue dove between her lips and he was inside her, tongue fucking her. She couldn't hold back for much longer. He licked her hard, making extra sure to flick the tip of his tongue across her clit. Before she could stop herself she arched her back and came all over his mouth and chin. He sat with his tongue inside her waiting for the pulsing and her quivering to subside.

"Now see, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He crawled on top of her, his growing erection pressing against her sensitive clit. He kissed her sharing her juice.

"Sit up," he commanded kneeling over her, and she obeyed.

He slipped his hands under her tank top and pulled it off over her head. He pressed against her chest as he reached around to unlatch her bra, pressing her hard nipples into him. He threw her clothes aside, laid her back down, and then stood up. She could hear him unbuttoning his tight black shirt, then the unzipping of his pants, and then soft thud they made as the pants hit the floor. Crawling back on to her he noticed the metal handcuffs hanging on her headboard.

He hovered over her breasts for a moment, sucking and then biting her nipples. She knew it should hurt, but it felt so good.

"My dear, before I can please you I must tell you that I will not let you cum again until you ask permission. You have to tell me that your pussy wants my cock. Until you tell me that, I will keep you on the brink, but never take you over. I can last all night, can you?"

Was he really going to make her beg for him? She was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. Maybe if only she could see. But she knew there was no way he would let her take the blindfold off. As she lay there paralyzed with fear and an unwanted sense of anticipation, he slowly took one arm, and then another and raised them above her head. What is he doing now, she thought.

"Don't fight it my dear, it's not worth the trouble."

Fight what? Merely telling her not to fight made her want to. She began trying to wiggle her arms free from his grip, but it was no use. He grabbed her nipple and pinched it hard. The pain was too much and she immediately stopped.

"I told you not to fight. You do that one more time and I'm going to have to punish you. Now, hold still, I don't want to hurt you."

With his free hand he cuffed her to the one of the bars in the headboard. She could feel his rock hard organ between her legs as he worked. When he was sure she was secure and would not be freed, he took his cock in his hand and began rubbing the head against her juicy lips.

"One could almost assume you actually want me to fuck you," he said in a condescending tone.

She wanted to scream at him, call him a bastard for taking her against her will, but she knew it was a lie. She actually did want him to fuck her. She did want him in complete control.

He continued to tease her, slowly inching his pole of a cock into her. Then with one mighty thrust he was in her, deep in her. He pumped against her slowly, letting her feel the head rub against her walls. His pace increased until his balls were thumping against her. He could sense by the tension in her muscles that she was very near exploding.

"I would suggest you ask my permission. If you disobey me you will have to pay."

To make it harder for her to resist her urge Jarek abruptly pulled out, got on his knees, pulled her legs farther apart, and drove his rod deep inside her. He pressed against her abdomen holding her down as he fucked her right.

She couldn't hold back anymore. She was going to have to swallow her pride and beg.

"I -- I need you -- please, I need to cum."

"I'm afraid you're going to have to ask properly."

"Please Jarek, I need to cum. I need to you fuck me hard so I can cum. FUCK ME JAREK!"

"As you wish."

He grabbed her ass and tilted her up towards him and began ramming his cock in her pussy. He fucked her so hard and deep she thought his cock was coming out her mouth. She lingered on the edge, so ready to cum. She rocked back against him as he thrust and finally her body surged and quivered. She blasted cum all over him. He stayed as deep inside her as he could while her whole body convulsed with the orgasm. But he wasn't done. When he was sure she was done, he reached up and unlocked one side of the handcuffs. Her arms fell to the bed, and she laid there in euphoria.