Story 24
Summary:
Beth, a nineteen-year-old virgin. She’s new in town and when she sees an advert to join a band she decides to audition.
Mike and Chris, mid-thirties. When Beth shows up to audition for their band, they soon decide that they want to get to know her better.
Threesome, oral, titty sucking, spit roast, jerk off, fingering, pussy licking, blow jobs.
Beth walked out of her front door, going over it all in her head, trying to decide just how to approach the situation. She felt as though she was moving closer and closer to her dream but at the same time it was daunting and she couldn't help but keep considering the things that could go wrong.
This was the first opportunity that had excited her since she had moved to town and started college.
She had been enjoying other aspects of college up to that point but this was the first thing that had got her excited.
But every time she felt excited, there was also the fear that went with it - what if she didn't manage to get what she wanted? What if she failed?
She wasn't used to feeling this nervous.
She was normally such a confident girl. In high school, she had been popular with everyone, even though she might not have been one of the more traditional popular girls.
Although she wasn't quite as traditional as some of the other girls, her outgoing nature and good looks helped to draw people to her.
She was slightly above medium height with pale, flawless skin. She had long, thick, black hair and piercing, light-green eyes.
As she had grown older she had blossomed, with a fantastic figure. Her breasts were large and full, her hips curved, and her ass full. She had long, toned legs and a flat stomach. Somehow she managed to have curves in all the right places while still looking, in some ways, athletic.
She was never really that into athletic activities, however. Music had always been her real passion. She had a look that one of her friends had once described as a “classic rocker” look. She had been quietly pleased with that description.
She wore tight black jeans, shorts with black tights underneath, netted tops, black dresses with fishnets, and used black eyeliner and dark lipstick.
It wasn't just the guys who were into rock music that she attracted.
She often felt - without a hint of arrogance on her part - that there were a lot of guys in her town who had a bit of a soft spot for her.
She saw the way that their heads turned when she walked the corridors of the school, the way that the guys looked at her as she passed them in the streets,
the way that when she would get served at cafes or shops the server - if he was a young guy - would blush slightly and struggle not to look down at her ample chest.
She didn't mind when they checked her out she had to admit that she quite liked it.
When she would walk down the street she would sometimes glance down at her own cleavage as it bulged out of her tops, watching the way her breasts bounced with every step that she took, as her hips sashayed sexily from side to side, and she would smile to herself,
understanding the effect that she was having on men.
She’d had boyfriends in high school but none of them had been very serious. It was a small town and it was hard for her to find anyone who was on the same kind of wavelength as her, who liked the same kind of things as her, who felt dangerous and made her feel excited.
She had an idea in her mind about the kind of guy it would be - a guy who played music, who looked at her with a smoldering glance that could make her feel weak at the knees - but she kept telling herself that her ideal might not be achievable in the small town.
She told herself that she couldn’t just keep waiting for something that might never come.
She started trying to look at the other guys she met in town and tried to get excited about them.
There were good-looking guys, there was no doubt about that, and she had certainly had some fun with them.
But none of them had been quite right for her.
She had only allowed things to go so far and then she had always stopped things.
She sometimes told herself that she should just go for it - losing her virginity to one of these guys could still be a hell of a lot of fun, even if it wasn’t exactly the way that she had dreamed it would be.
Something always seemed to stop her, however, so she had gone away to college still a virgin.
If she had told people that was the case then she was sure that there would be plenty of them who couldn't quite believe it.
Someone had once told her that she "oozed pure sex," and she had been pleased with the compliment - but at the same time, she felt like a fraud.
Things had been good since she had arrived at college and she had enjoyed partying with her new friends but at the same time she still felt frustrated, still felt as though there had to be something else out there.
She still hadn’t had any luck finding the guys that she was really looking for.
Every once in a while she'd be in a lecture, zoning out as her mind started to wander when she'd hear a noise that would suddenly make her sit up and pay attention.
She’d hear the deep, throaty, roar of a motorbike out there - just cruising around, perhaps - and she’d listen to it, loving the sound of it.
She'd wonder about the guy who rode it. She'd wonder what he might look like - some rugged guy, no doubt, who would look her up and down in a way that no man had ever looked at her before.
It would be appreciated, but not the kind of hungry appreciation she'd seen from other men.
No, instead he'd simply invite her to hop on the back of his bike.
She imagined what it would be like to do that. She thought about the wind in her hair, the feel and the smell of his leather jacket as she leaned against it.
She thought about her arms around his waist, her body against his.
She thought about the feel of that powerful bike vibrating fiercely between her legs. She wondered what kind of effect that might have on her.
She thought about it rubbing at her pussy, thought about how it would turn her on.
She thought about this man - this unknown man - taking her somewhere and doing whatever he wanted to her.
She thought about her hands on his body, peeling his leather jacket off, his leather pants.
She thought about his rough hands on her body, tearing at her clothes.
Maybe she’d want to tell him to slow down, to be careful, but she’d know that now he had started there would be no stopping him even if she wanted him to stop - and she didn’t think that she would really want him to stop anyway.
She liked to imagine that he had driven her out to some secluded area in the forest.
She liked to think of them in the grass as his bike sat next to them, cooling off.
She liked to think about the feel of the grass on her back as he loomed over her, as he leaned down to kiss her, and as his hands went to her body.
She thought about undoing his shirt and running her hands over his body. Maybe he’d be sweaty from the hot day. She wondered what that would smell like, mixed in with the leather, what it would taste like when she leaned forward to lick his body.
She thought about their naked bodies together, felt his mouth on her body as he licked her, and kissed her. She thought about how big this man would be and about how strong he would be, yet how gentle his touch could also be.
She thought about him pleasuring her - her pussy would have been primed by the vibrations of the bike and when he began playing with her pussy surely that would set her off even more.
She had never had a man do that to her but there had been times when she had experimented with herself.
It had felt good but she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have the experienced touch of a real maestro down there, toying with her.
She thought that it would feel amazing. Then she wondered what it would feel like for a cock to enter her.
She wondered what the first time would be like - would it hurt?
Would she be scared when it happened to her?
These were some questions that intruded on her fantasies and stopped her from being able to, fully, enjoy what was going on in her imagination.
She told herself that it had to happen soon. She felt as though she had waited far too long.
Maybe the man that she wanted wouldn’t just arrive on a motorbike to whisk her off, maybe he wouldn’t take her somewhere secluded and take her clothes off, fuck her on the grass and make her feel as amazing as she dreamed of feeling. Maybe she had to adjust her expectations a little bit.
But every time that she would hear a bike out there...somewhere...it would fill her with a yearning all over again and make her want whatever it was that she was missing out on.
Because she did feel as though she was missing out.
And sometimes she would meet a guy at one of the parties at college and she would think that he seemed as though he had potential.
She would say to herself, "just do it. Just go for it. He's hot, he's cute, why not?"
but still she didn't do it. Still, she would find herself going home a virgin, going home frustrated.
Now, however, she had something else to focus on. She had seen the flier at college one morning. It had caught her eye and she had done a double-take as she looked back at it to have a proper look at it.
It was an advert calling for musicians. It didn’t say much else, and she had been forced to call the number on the advert to find out some more information about it.
It was two men in their early thirties who were looking to start a band. They were still looking for a drummer and a bassist. Beth had been learning to play the bass and she was excited at the idea that this might actually be a good fit - this might be something that would work.
She had arranged to meet them for an audition.
She had a good feeling about it, right from the start.
However, almost straight away the doubts started to creep back in.
What would they want from her? What if she wasn’t good enough?