i’ve been kinda away from my fan accounts bc i moved to Nashville (yeaaahhh music city y’all) i’ve been dating a rlly cool and kinda famous guitarist over here (he lit looks like Jimmy Page) but lately we’ve been ending up in discussions and well as you all know the music industry is so complicated when it comes to drugs and girls lol so it’s really hard to get used to it without being heartbroken.
anyway my dirty readers, tomorrow i’ll post A NEW IMAGINE -that i already posted on my wattpad- and i hope you all like it ❤️
sending my readers and followers a lot of hugs and kisses, love forever ❤️
Warnings: dirty talking, almost public sex, mature content, drugs, alcohol.
Enjoy my dirty readers <3
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and dirty reading ~~~
When me and my boyfriend broke up, I had imagined myself laying around at home and drowning my sorrows in take-out and sappy romance movies. That's what I had planned at least, but my friends had other plans. They had come to my apartment with plans to go to some little bar downtown. A small underground place that had been the talk all around campus lately. They had cheap drinks, live music, and seemed to be the perfect party setting lately. I decided to go after they pestered me enough, encouraging that this is what I needed after the breakup.
It wasn't that I hated going out to these kinds of things, I just wasn't much of a partier. Sure, I drank at times, but never really let myself go like a lot of students did. I had never seen anything wrong with this, but apparently, my boyfriend had. He broke up with me and cited his biggest reason as being that I was just too boring to date. And he did it over text no less. This guy had been my high school boyfriend and the relationship had carried on into my college years, I really hadn't thought I would break up at this point. I thought, maybe it was for the best. He seemed way more interested in spending his college years partying and hooking up anyways, but it didn't stop the hurt me felt over the breakup.
But, my friends usually didn't steer me the wrong way so I thought why not? Maybe going out would be fun like they said. I would be going to a bar single for the first time, exciting right?
Honestly, it wasn't.
I was currently sitting at the bar alone while my friends had found others to distract them. I didn't mind, just wished I wasn't the weirdo sitting alone like this. I was taking a break from dancing as my feet were beginning to hurt and the crowd left me a bit lightheaded.
The bar hadn't been what I envisioned when everyone told me about it. It was a small place, some kind of obscure dive bar or something. The walls were packed with signs and posters, neon lights illuminated them in color. The stage was towards the other end of the place, relatively small with lights shining onto the crowded- they were currently red, bathing the whole place in its hue. A few tables and chairs had been pushed more to the side, but a few people sat and talked, played cards, or snacked on the stale chips left out. Fans spun lazily above me, doing nothing in the way of cooling the stuffy place off. Smoke moved around the dance floor fluidly, mingled with the stench of alcohol and sweat as people danced and crowded at the stage in excitement. There was laughter and smiles all around the bar, some intoxicated and others conversing with vigor. There was a wall of muted bottles glittering behind the counter, stacked with dozens of things I hadn't even heard of before. Some looked intriguing, but I was content with the admittedly watered-down and cheap beer.
The bar may have been a little rundown, but it soaked in the ambiance of a night of rock music and mistakes.
I held my head, nursing the small headache coming from the dozens of conversations being had over the bass of the live band- some group I had never heard of and couldn't even remember their name. It was good music though, not necessarily what I thought I would be partying to tonight. They dominated the atmosphere as the young crowd, made mostly of university students like I assumed. I took a bitter sip of my drink, not quite drunk, but feeling it enough to slip into my feelings. I wondered if my ex would find this boring or not. Maybe the fact that I was sitting alone instead of enjoying myself was enough to prove I wasn't exactly the life of a party. If only my friends would come back, I thought before finishing my drink and hoping down from the bar.
"Hey, come dance with us!" A group of girls around my age called me to follow as they made their way back into the crowd.
I thought for a moment, before smiling and tailing after them. One held my hand as I pushed my way through the crowd, muttering sorries, I knew no one could hear as I bumped and pushed. They took me to the front of the crowd, laughing and giggling as they accepted me into their group without a thought. I couldn't help but smile as well, looking up at the band as they played. It felt a little unreal to be so close to them, the music pounding in my ears and the lights blinding me and staining my whole being in a red hue.
As I let myself get lost in the atmosphere my eyes drifted across the young men playing before me and I catch one of their eyes lingering on me and between the brief breaks between songs I spare him looks that are barely glances and it feels like he's doing the same. By the time their set ends I feel some accidental bond lingering between my shared glances and disappointment drowns me when I realize it's time he leaves.
"I can't believe this'' I mutter as I step outside into the cool night air.
I couldn't find a single sign of my friends, so I assume they left me behind. Maybe it was my fault spending my time at the front with a new group of girls; they probably hadn't been able to find me. Checking my phone I found a few missed texts from them and sighed. They had been my ride back home, but it looked like I would be calling an uber instead. Pulling at the hem of my dress as the cold breeze nipped at my thighs, I walked down the street a bit in search of a bench or something I could sit at since the bar had kicked the remaining customers out.
I jumped slightly at the sudden flick of headlights turning on as I walked past the alleyway between the bar and some closed-down restaurant next to it. Squinting a bit I spotted the guys from the band loading the equipment up.
"Looking for an autograph?" I mustered a nervous smile as one of them looked over at me, his eyes locking on mine as I had with the guitarrist on stage.
I hadn't gotten the best look at the guitarrist while he was performing, the lights had been blinding and I wasn't able to make any specific details out on him. But he looked similar enough.
"I mean If you're offering one?" He matched my smile waltzing up to mr with a Sharpie in hand.
He scanned me up and down quickly before telling me to give him my arm, so I did and shuddered at the feeling of the sharpie dragging across my skin. I inspected the autograph, just two letters scribbled fancily on my forearm.
"Jerry?" I asked.
"Yeah, Jerry, you don't know me?"
"No... not really." I replied, looking up from his writing.
"So, how does it feel to have such a famous rockstar's autograph?"
I laughed, "you don't seem all that famous just yet."
Jerry simply smiled and went on, "you know, I saw you making eyes at me from the crowd."
"Oh really?" I breathed, feeling a bit nervous as he brought it up.
He hummed, "It was hard to make out, but with how hard you were staring I could tell." He teased.
"Lucky for you then." I shivered as another cool wind blew through the alley attacked my exposed skin.
Jerry seemed to notice because he turned to look at his bandmates before offering to let me come inside with him. I chewed the inside of my cheek, normally I would never even of gotten so far into a conversation with a guy like this. Maybe it was the shitty beer or the high of the show, but I felt a bit daring and accepted. Me and Jerry sat down on the old, scratched-up leather sofa found in the back of the bar. It seemed the other members badly packed up most of their belongings, as one of them ran around the room grabbing what was left.
"Shouldn't you help?" I wondered aloud and Jerry only shrugged as he handed me a beer.
"They're fine, right Mike?" The member looked over at both of us, taking in my presence for a second before smiling.
"Of course, we're done here. See you later Jerry." He threw a wink in my direction before grabbing the last bag and hurrying out.
"Isn't that your ride home?" I fiddled with my beer bottle as Jerry opened his up and moved to take mine and do the same.
"I have my own. Don't worry so much honey." I nodded and looked around the small back room.
Pressed on the other side of the room were some boxes and storage space, a rack with some old clothing, and a small television set up on a counter that ran along the wall. There was a table riddled with empty and half drank bottles and glasses, from the band I presumed. The back door was cracked open with a brick, so the cold draft still hit me. The place smelled old and dusty, liquor lingering in the air as I listened to the shuffle of staff cleaning up in the front.
We talked for a bit, mainly about the show and his band and I told him a little about myself. How I was in university across town and that I was just trying to get out with some friends who ended up leaving me behind. At first, I hadn't been sure how hanging out with him would go, unsure if I had enough in common to talk, but it turned out to be easy. Jerry, despite all the tattoos and strong build, seemed pretty nice. Of course, deep down I kept myself aware of why I was here. I was pretty positive that Jerry hadn't asked me to stay behind with him just to talk, there had to be other intentions. Hoping for a hookup I assumed and while I wasn't sure what exactly I was doing here, it felt oddly right.
"So, your boyfriend didn't care that you came to such a shitty bar alone?" I watched Jerry as he stood up and walked to the door. He kicked the brick out of place and opened it all the way, sitting down in the doorframe.
"I don't have a boyfriend to be mad at me" I sighed, "broke up like a month ago."
"Seriously?" He looked back at me, brushing his dark locks away.
"What dumbass would break up with you?" I laughed and got up to join him in the doorway, watching as he fiddled with something in his hands as I sat down. He pulled a lighter out and lit the blunt in hand, looking over at me before offering. "Want a hit?"
I stared at him for a second before smiling, "you first."
He complied, bringing it to his lips and inhaling. He glanced at me as he did so, holding it out for me next. I held his wrist to keep him from shaking against the cold and leaned to take a hit for myself.
"You've never done this" he laughed, watching me sputter and cough, my face scrunching up at the unfamiliarity.
"Kind of?" I laughed, swatting at him as he blew smoke into my face.
"So tell me about him."
"What?"
"Your ex, tell me about him. He break your heart?" I scoffed, looked up at the building that towered above the two of us and to the night sky.
Jerry kept up smoking beside me, following my gaze lazily as he waited for my response. The truth was; I wasn't sure if I was heartbroken or not. The two of us had been distant for a while before breaking up, but there was still a certain sadness that sat within me. He was my first love and maybe if he had ended things sooner I'd be more upset. I was upset, but I felt more anger towards him than anything.
"He, uh- he broke up with me because he thought I was too boring." I laughed. "He was always more of a party animal, you know? I don't even know how he managed to make me fall for him way back when...you know he did it over text?"
"Shit, over text?" He raised his brows at me, a small grin curving his lips. "You must've been pissed." He coughed through another hit. "So he thinks you're boring? You don't seem it. You should've seen yourself out there earlier, I thought you were wasted or something" he joked.
"Well, I don't normally do this kind of thing. It was a last-minute decision to come." I explained, taking a sip of my beer.
"I'm glad you did" Jerry grabbed my hand to bring the bottle to his lips for a long swig. "You're pretty cool." I smiled, a bit took back by the compliment. Jerry held eye contact with me for a moment before his eyes drifted down to my lips and I can tell that he's thinking about moving in closer, so I take the initiative and do it myself.
He's just centimeters away from kissing me, his breath hitting my face, a mix of cologne, alcohol, and smoke hitting me. Before I know it his lips are on mines, cold and a bit rough upon touch. I can feel a swarm of butterflies eat at my stomach as I try to relax in his hold. His kiss is not at all the same as the ones I shared with my ex, it wasn't inspired or felt like a chore; it was hot and a bit sloppily and sparks a new feeling of passion inside me.
Jerry's arm found its way around my waist, tugging my body closer to his while the other held the side of my face. His tongue finds its way inside my mouth and I feel a hand wander down to my thigh, resting a bit under the bottom of my dress as his chilled hands groped and pinched my flesh. Soon things begin to get more heated and I find myself pulled into his lap while he kisses and sucks at my neck.
I jump a little when I feel his hand slide down my waist and grab my ass. He smiles into my neck, breaking away to look at me. My lips were shiny and red from the make out, my neck in a similar fashion as fresh hickies were making their mark. He looks at me intently, a desire behind his eyes that felt like had been forever since I experienced it. He's practically undressing me with his eyes when he asks.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes," I nod immediately, living off the rush of hooking up with him- with anyone in so long.
Jerry grins and stands the both of us up, backing me against the wall and trapping me in another heated make-out session as his hands begin to wander over my body. My back arches as he brushes over my chest, shuddering as he cups my breasts and squeezes firmly. His leg slips between my thighs, pressing against my pussy and rubbing the tiniest bit. I shifted under him, my face flushed as I felt myself growing more and more worked up.
It felt like forever Jerry continued playing and teasing me, but soon I felt his fingertips brush under my dress, fingers hooking around my panties and pulling them down. I reached to bunch my dress up farther for him, shivering as the cold air hit my sensitive skin. He squeezed my plush thighs, one hand slipping between my legs to touch me.
"Cold?" He asked, amused as I squirmed under his touch, his fingers dragging up and down my slit a few times as he looked down at me, his eyes locked on mines as I merely shuddered and wiggled under him.
His breath was hot and heavy against my skin as he went back to kiss at my neck, an air of neediness around the both of us as I moved my hips against his hand's movements, hoping for some more attention rather than teasing. Jerry's forehead rested against my shoulder as he looked down at me, his face starting to flush in excitement as hard-on pressed against his jeans. Slowly he let two fingers dip into my cunt, taking in the feeling of me squirming and tensing slightly around him. I grabbed at his arm, panting and whimpering as he attacked my clit roughly, rolling the bud between his fingers and pushing me to cum.
Feeling a bit impatient, Jerry pulls away and ignores my whiny complaints.
"Want me to fuck you?" He asks, not waiting for my answer as he works his jeans undone. "Turn around" he urges and I do so.
My skin pressed against the rough of the bricks, leaving me to wince slightly, but ignore it as I feel his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. I glance back at him, anticipation clear on my face until I feel the head of his dick press against my thigh before he adjusts himself to press into me. I gasp, a small groan hanging in my throat as he slowly pushes in. He takes in the sight of my bent over for him, my thighs shaking and muscles tensing under his touch.
"Fuck, that's it," Jerry's voice comes from behind me, teasing as the edges of his lips ghost over the shell of my ear. I can feel his body over mine big and strong as he grips my hips tight, effortless moving me to meet his thrusts.
"S-Jerry" I moan, writhing in pleasure and slight disbelief I was actually fucking a guy I just met. My head turned at the sound of people walking by on the street. Suddenly struck with panic and the realization I was letting him fuck me in an alleyway.
"There are people-"
"Shh" Jerry smirked, "better be quiet unless you want someone to hear you getting fucked."
"But-" I gasped as he thrust into me again, snapping his hips rough and picking the pace up. I bit hard my bottom lip, trying to hold in the moans threatening to spill out of me.
"Don't want anyone to see what a needy slut you are?" I dropped my head with a shake, whimpering as he reached to find my clit again, rubbing circles around my hardened nub. "You're not doing a very good job" he commented
"Jerry," I whisper, my voice shaking before I let out a sudden, loud moan.
It is almost hard for me to recognize myself due to the desperation laced in my tone, need clouding my mind as I ate up the pleasure he was giving m. It felt like it had been months since the last time I really got off and despite the somewhat unorthodox situation, I was reveling in just how much it turned me on.
"Only w-want you to see how much of a slut I am-" My words fell off towards the end, drowned in my whines.
Jerry eats up my words, grunting and groaning quietly to himself as he fucked into me.
"Quiet, baby." he mocks with a tease in his voice.
I buried my face into my arms, clenching around Jerry as I came, my stomach tensing up and moans muffled.
"You're so hot" Jerry groaned, his hand running up my back and into my hair, fingers lacing themselves in my locks before tugging my face up so I was looking up. I squealed as he kept thrusting into me, shaking at how sensitive I felt.
"I didn't think you'd be so easy," he commented, "but look at you, bent over all pretty for me." Jerrys voice was growing shaky, nearing his orgasm as he let go of my hair. "Where should I cum baby?"
"You can inside if you want" I breathed, breathless as I felt another orgasm nearing.
"Shit, really?" I could hear the grin in his tone as he pounded into me.
"I'm on the pill." I moaned, a shaky please falling from my lips.
"Don't worry baby," he grunts "gonna fill you up." I let out one last moan as Jerry's grip tightens on my hips and he stills his movements, shooting his load into me as he closes his eyes with a soft moan.
I pant, taking in the feeling of his cum inside me, leaving me a dripping mess when he pulls out. He stands over me for a moment, catching his breath and admiring his work.
"Fuck, so pretty," I hear him murmur.
Eventually, the two of us find our way back inside, finding the restroom to clean up and come down from the romp we just had. Jerry thought quiet helps me clean up and fix my dress. I take a few minutes to sit down and relax, I was feeling tired from the long night I had and I was sure Jerry must've been as well since he had performed on stage as well.
"Let me give you a ride home?" He turns to me as I gulp down some water.
"Well, it's the least you can do, right?" I tease and Jerry just smiles and leads me back outside. "Of course you have a motorcycle" I snorted, laughing in slight disbelief as he joined me.
"What else?" He asked, waiting for me to get the situation and wrap my arms around him.
It was cold, but I closed my eyes as he drove, taking in the chill of fresh air and the soft rustle of the city around me. He took me home, dropping me off in front of my complex. He stopped me before I could leave, pulling out the sharpie and handing it to me.
"Give me your number" he urged, letting me scribble it down on his hand.
"Call me sometime?"
He merely grinned with a lazy shrug, "Maybe."
I watched him ride off from inside the lobby, chewing my lip as I went over the events of the night.
"Whose boring now?" I laughed to myself, the sadness my ex had left long forgotten.
I wasn't sure if Jerry would call, but sure hoped he would.
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