It was fate that they were meant to be together and this just proved what he had already known. First, he had learned that the band would be coming to
his
town the day of her eighteenth birthday. Well, not the exact day, that had been yesterday, but the band hadn't performed last night so they could celebrate. That meant
this
had been the first show where she could do anything she wanted without fear of dragging anyone into a potential legal battle.
Then, during the show, she'd pulled her shirt up to flash the audience. Sure, she'd been known to do that before, even had black "x"s across her nipples so the cops couldn't get her for public indecency or some shit. But when she brought her shirt back down she'd looked right at him and even pointed with her microphone.
He was excited and awestruck that she'd chosen him as her first. Well, probably not her first. Not in this day and age. But at least he was her first legal, and he could believe she'd waited just for him.
The final proof, the exclamation point to kismet, was when she'd looked across the crowded meet-and-greet at him. Her eyes had narrowed in that seductive smile of hers and she'd nodded just once. Immediately after, she'd slipped past the burley security goons and out into the small garden off to the side of the venue.
She waited there for him, leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette with one hand. The other she used on her loose shirt; billowing out and in to give him a perfect view of her even more perfect tits. She'd even taken off the tape from one of her breasts to show him how rigid her nipples were. She was so anxious for him!
"Hey!" She smiled and greeted when he slipped into the garden. Her hand dropped her shirt to hang loosely against her body once more. She'd already shown him what she wanted to, no reason to risk flashing others. "How'd you like the show?"
"Loved it." He muttered honestly. "You were incredible."
"Oh, well, it's not really about me. It's all about you. Like the song goes, '
without you I'm nothing
'." He knew that song well. It was one of his favorites. But tonight, he knew it wasn't true. Tonight was about both of them.
He crossed the distance between the two of them in three quick strides. He wrapped his arms around her. He might have mashed his mouth to hers a little too strongly, but she'd surely forgive him for his exuberance. Her body froze, the cigarette fell from her nerveless fingers, before she responded.
Her head waved back and forth in an effort to emphasize the power of the kiss. She didn't open her mouth, but that kind of kiss would come later, when they'd been together for a while. It was heaven. She moaned against his mouth. Her breasts heaved, soft pressed against his chest. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, keeping him in the kiss.
He couldn't stand it any longer. He burned for her. His dick strained against his pants in unbearable agony. They were so close, yet still separated by too many layers of clothing. He popped his pants open in an instant. Hers were tougher. Those Daisy-Duke cut-offs looked hot-as-fuck on stage, especially when she bent over to sing to someone in the front row and flash him her pink pussy, but they were much harder to pull down in the heat of the moment.
Her moans gained strength almost exponentially. Her fingers really did claw at his back ~just like she sang~ when she was turned on! If only he had the time, he'd take off his leather jacket to feel her passion more personally. Although, she was just a little bit harsh with them, so maybe it was better, their first time, that he couldn't feel her full desire.
