One-Shots

I sighed as I brushed a strand of my brown-tipped, blonde hair out of my face. It was a normal mid-afternoon at Starbucks. A few customers wandered in, but the lunch rush had ended an hour ago. I was working alone and the boredom started getting to me.
I began restocking the bakery, even though there wasn’t much that needed to be restocked. Once that was done I picked up a catalogue with deals on different basses. I was saving up to get a new one. My current one was badly beaten up.

The bell above the entrance jingled and I glanced up. I bit my lip when I noticed Andy Biersack walking up to the counter and I put down the catalogue. His eyes made contact with mine and I felt the hairs rise on my arms.

“Hi. What can I get you?” I asked him.

“Uh… Just regular black coffee,” he said.

I turned and started filling a cup with coffee. I put a lid on the cup and handed it to him.

“That’ll be $2.75.”

Andy pulled a five out of his pocket.

“Keep the change.”

“Thanks,” I smiled.

“Do you play bass?” he asked, noticing the catalogue on the counter.

“Um…a bit. I’m not the best, but I’m learning.”

“Maybe I could give you a lesson some time,” he offered.

“Are you being serious?” I breathed.

“Dead serious. Here, call me sometime,” he said, pulling out a card with his number on it.

He placed it in my hand and I stared at it with my unbelieving eyes.

“I will. Thanks Andy.”

He nodded his head and walked out the door with his coffee in hand.

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I flopped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. I just got done with a morning shift and I felt like tearing my hair out.

I glanced over at my bass and thought about Andy’s offer. It had been three days since he gave his card and I still hadn’t called him. Part of me thought that he didn’t really want me to call, but the other part wanted to hang out with him. I made up my mind and dialed his number.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Hey, Andy. It’s Anika. The girl from Starbucks. I was wondering if I could take you up on your offer to give me a bass lesson.”

“I was waiting for your call. Do want me to come pick you up?”

“If you don’t mind. Just pick me up on the corner of Jefferson and Conrad. Should I bring my bass?”

“I’ll come pick you up in an hour. You can just borrow one of my spares. I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you then.”

I hung up and had a goofy smile plastered on my face.

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I changed into a pair of jean shorts, a black, skull tank, and a pair of Converse high-tops. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, changed my nose piercing, and stuffed my phone in my pocket. I exited my apartment building and walked to where I told Andy I would be. I saw him leaning up against his black Dodge Challenger, smoking a cigarette.

“Those things will kill you, you know,” I told him.

He smirked at me, tossed the cigarette on the ground, and snuffed it out.

We both got into the car and he started driving.

The ride was interesting. He asked me when I started playing bass and we both discussed our hyperactivity. Before I knew it, we were pulled up in his driveway.

“Nice house,” I said.

“Thanks.”

We got out of his car and headed inside. His house was cleaner than I had expected. He lead me into a small room off of the living room. The room had Black Veil Brides records and awards on the wall, and I spotted quite a few guitars.

“Damn,” I gasped.

“Do you like it?” Andy asked.

“I love it!”

“Here, take a seat and I’ll get you a bass,” he said.

I sat down on a black, leather couch and he gave me a glossy, black bass. I marveled at its beauty. Never in my life would I be able to have a bass this nice.

Andy plugged in both of our basses into amps. He settled down into the chair across from me and plucked a few strings on his bass. I followed suit and smiled at how beautiful it sounded.

“Is there any song that you want to learn bass to?” he asked.

“I’ve been trying to work out the bass for ‘Carolyn.’ I’ve had issues with the D chord, though.”

“How so?” he asked.

I started playing the intro to ‘Carolyn’ and when it came to the D chord, I couldn’t get all of the strings pressed down properly and some of the strings mad a short, thud-like sound. I huffed in frustration.

“See?” I said.

“Let me help you out,” he said.

He put down his bass and sat down next to me. He took my fingers and readjusted them on the fret board. I felt goose-bumps forming along my body. His touch was gentle yet commanding. I let out a shaky breath and as I plucked the strings, they sounded perfect.

“Wow,” I breathed.

“See, you just need to put your fingers in just the right place,” he whispered in my ear.

I shivered and looked up. Andy was staring right into my blue eyes. I felt like there was an invisible force pushing me towards him and in an instant my lips were on his.
He kissed back immediately and he took the bass and blindly put it somewhere on the floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me onto his lap. He parted my lips with his tongue and his tongue explored my mouth. I bit down on his tongue and pulled. He let out a low moan. He leaned me back onto the couch and he hovered over me.

I looked at him with a smirk on my face, challenging him to make the next move.He chuckled to himself and his fingers reached for my jean shorts. I lifted my hips as he undid the button and zipper, and slowly slid them off of me. His fingers sent me an agonizingly, pleasurable sensation that resulted in me moaning as I felt myself become ready.

Andy struggled out of his skinny jeans leaving him in only his boxers. The thin fabric did nothing to hide his pronounced erection. He leaned in closed to me and pressed his lips to my ear, sending an electric current down my spine.

“Turn over on your hands and knees,” he whispered.

I let out an anticipative moan and did as I was told. I waited as I heard Andy slip out of his boxers. He pressed himself against me and placed his legs on the outside of mine. I felt his erection against the inside of my thigh as his hands traveled under my shirt and up to my chest. He began massaging my breasts and I tilted my head back, enjoying the feeling. He pressed his lips to my neck and I hummed in pleasure. Too soon his hands trailed themselves away from my breasts and placed themselves on my hips.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

One of his hands pulled the fabric of my underwear to the side. He positioned his erection at my entrance and pounded into me. I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He steadied his pace and my body was lost in the sensation of him in me. He forced himself deeper into me and I was reeling as I reached my climax. He released into me and continued to thrust as he rode out his orgasm. He pulled out and I collapsed face first into the leather couch. He lied down half on top of me and half on the inside of the couch.

I tried to move a bit, but the sweat that had formed on my body was causing my skin to stick to the leather.

Andy was drawing random patterns with his finger on my thigh.

“You know, I’d like to give you another bass lesson sometime,” Andy said.

“Really? I think I like that idea,” I smiled as I looked up at him.

“You’re a really special girl, you know that?” Andy asked.

“I do now,” I said as I leaned up to give him a kiss.

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