Let's go.

Part One: The Bus

He pins me against the corridor's cold concrete wall. His left arm resting on the wall directly above my head and his right hand in my hair. I can feel his fingers slowly massaging the back of my neck while his deep blue eyes burn into mine.

"I have always had a weak spot for green-eyed girls," he whispers. I grin at him and thread my arms around his neck to pull his mouth down to mine.

His mouth is immediately hot and hungry. No romance here, no foreplay. This idea excites me and I arch my back, pressing my body into him. He lets out a thick, low groan and I feel him growing against me. His arm slides down past my head and I feel his hand slowly caress my thigh. At this moment I am so grateful to have disposed of my tights earlier.

His hand is hot and the pads of his fingers are rough from the calluses they have developed from hours of playing the guitar. I smile at the thought of him practicing for hours, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth. He slowly circles my tongue with his and deepens the kiss as his hand inches up my thigh to grip my ass over my cotton panties. I feel him smile against my lips and he releases a small chuckle as he kneads my ass with his hot hand.

"What?" I ask self-consciously.

"Oh, nothing." He replies. And his deep eyes shine  down at me when he says, "I just haven't been with the kind of girl who wears these kind of panties in a while."

I laugh and playfully shove his chest and say, "Hey, I didn't want to flash the whole concert my vagina if my skirt rode up."

He smiles down at me again and replies, "Yeah, like I said, I haven't been with a girl like you for a long time."

"Let's go to the bus, I can't offer you anywhere more private than the bus." He says to me while twirling a long tendril of my hair around his finger. I nod my head and reply,  "Take me to the bus."

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I feel as though I am looking down at myself at this moment. An out-of-body experience. Here I am giddily running through the corridors of a music venue with a young guitarist I just met. And we are running to get to a bus to have sex. What world am I living in? My ex never wanted me badly enough that he would wildly run through a hall, dragging me behind him, just to get me somewhere private.

This thought excites me and I stop running. The guitarist, whose name I still haven't learned, and who still doesn't know my name, stops abruptly and looks back at me slightly concerned.

"Everything okay?" He asks me, furrowing his brow. I smile a toothy grin and he bends down then slides his arms around my hips. I wrap my legs around his waist as he pins me up against the corridor again and crushes his mouth against mine. I deepen the kiss and bury my hands in his long hair while pulling his head closer to mine, not able to get the amount of him I want fast enough.

He lets go of my hips and I unravel my legs from around his waist, then slowly slide down the length of him while his eyes are trained on mine.

"We aren't going to make it to the bus if you keep looking at me like this and I am trying to give you the classier backstage experience." He chides me while running that warm, callused finger along my jawline. He grabs my hand and we begin jogging through the backstage maze again.

We finally make it to the rear door and he presses on it hard to open it. We step through the door then he turns to me. "The bus is on the other side of the parking lot, can you make it?" He asks while looking down at my heeled boots.

I laugh at his thoughtfulness and reply cheekily, "Well, you better be worth it."

He laughs and responds, "Babe, I got all night to make it worth it to you."