The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome
Am I too freaky baby? -or- A pearl necklace for the Doctor
“Dammit, god has nothing to do with those! They are distracting!” She looked smug, I resisted the urge to whip the sheet off and wipe that look off her face. I coughed, and it came out a bit strangled-sounding. “Anyway. I wanted to check, um, that you were ok, ah, with me, er…” I picked a bit at a hangnail on my thumb nervously and glanced at her.
She was listening, but hadn’t caught on. I frowned. I didn’t really want to say, ‘Are you ok with me getting really absorbed in the moment because you are a total fox, smacking you around, forcing you to verbally acknowledge our brand fucking new relationship, biting the shit out of you, restraining you with my pants, fucking you in your pants, instinctively throttling you as I cum, and then being romantic because I am totally smitten? Oh and by the way can I suck on your titties please, because they look really good right now?’ So instead I opted for something a little more toned down.
“Have I made you uncomfortable, or, you know, rushed you into anything? Sometimes I get really into things, if I’m really turned on, and I want to make sure I didn’t do anything you didn’t like.” I was worried. I knew Juliet and I were on the same page sexually, and I hadn't felt a romantic connection with another woman in a long time, so I hadn't really taken things there with anyone else I'd been with. What if Gwyn thought I was a total freak? We had talked about things a little when we first met, but I knew I could get a little different from your standard light kink. Anxious, I tore off the hangnail, and it started to bleed. I put my thumb over the spot to hold it off and chanced another glance.
Gwyn was smiling again. “I’ll fucking tell you if I don’t like something you’re doing, Hot-shot.” She tugged at the sheet, and it fell, making most of her top free to my view. “Ok?” I nodded. She chuckled at me, as I was blatantly staring, biting my lips and holding my hands in my lap, trying to be good. The laughter had made her boobs jiggle. I wondered what it would be like to suck on them…
She stretched, arching her back a little, making the sheet fall further, just past her waistline. She took her ample tits in her hands and pushed them around in circles, then pinched her nipples. I watched the pretty, pierced, little nubbins firm up and had to adjust the way I had been sitting.
Gwyn looked at me expectantly, scoffing. “Do I really need to be more obvious?” Mischief sparkled in her eyes as she chastised me, rolling her nipples back and forth. “Time is of the essence, here, Andy. I still have to get Sherpa to work. But you decided to be all cute and romantic and shit at the same time. While nakie, no less! So you’d better follow through, buddy! I’m-“
I tore the sheet off the bed, climbed on top of her, and cut her off with a rough kiss. I instinctively started rubbing my cock against her thigh, wanting some kind of contact. After about a minute, it wasn’t enough, and I froze, stopping myself from making a mistake. Condom, I thought dimly. I couldn’t focus. I stroked rather forcefully around Gwyn’s clit, her rings clinking, as I tried to gather my thoughts. Where were her condoms again?
Gwyn broke away from our kiss, her hips bucking. “Fuck, Andy!” I grinned- my dick could wait. I switched to using my thumb to rub her swollen little berry, and Gwyn spread her legs and moved herself onto me as I put my ring and middle fingers into her and started pumping wholeheartedly. This was fun, watching her respond, seeing what I could do to her! She was panting, gripping the pillow, and moaning. Her sweet, little cunt was all swollen with excitement and desire. She quivered around my fingers, her body quaking, occasionally she would constrict as a wave of pleasure would overcome her and she would let out a low groan. So wet and burning hot. Her hips would randomly buck onto my fingers. I thrust harder, getting into watching her writhe beneath me.
To finish her, I started curling my fingers slightly on the way out, and immediately, I felt Gwyn start to stiffen. Her whole body tensed. “Andy…” She looked at me, intense, desperate. “I...Andy!” As she came, she rhythmically contracted around my fingers, and a small amount of her desire spilled out around them. Her whole chest and neck flushed a fetching pink color as her toes curled.
Moments later, Gwyn was limp in my embrace. I was still hard, and staring at her creamy, white breasts. I decided it couldn’t hurt to take care of the situation myself. I kissed Gwyn’s cheek, snuck my hand down to my impatient boner, and started to give it some attention. I watched the gentle swelling curves as they rose and fell with her breathing, and the temptation was too strong. I propped myself on my left elbow and bent down to gently lick her nipple. Fuck. My dick pulsed in my hand, and I pumped it harder as I chanced carefully taking her little, pink rosebud in my mouth, kissing it, just barely sucking-
I shot upwards, caught. “Fuck! I’m sorry! I thought you were asleep! Shit! I mean, that sounds creepy, shit! I-“ Fuck!
“No, Andy, it’s fine, listen.” Gwyn gave me a light kiss on the lips, and I relaxed a little. “I was going to say,” she grabbed me and maneuvered me so that I was straddling her stomach. “You seem to like my boobs. And, it seems, that you also have quite the erection there. So what do you say to giving me a pearl necklace?” My mouth fell open. Chicks hated that. Damn, Gwyn is fucking full of surprises…
Gwyn just grinned a little grin, then reached out and stroked me before lifting an eyebrow, putting the question to me again. I did not need to be asked a third time, but I had other ideas first. I moved back a bit, bent down, and started licking, sucking on, and nibbling her breasts. I squeezed and kneaded them, feeling their satisfying heft. Gwyn clearly enjoyed my attentions, and her pace on my cock increased. Magnificent. I couldn’t stop myself. I grinned before motorboating her, which got an outright guffaw.
“You love it, Doc.” I chuckled as she took me back in hand.
“Mmmmnnn.” Gwyn was beaming, and I kissed her. The feeling of her soft, plump lips and her tongue brushing against my own set my desire.
I shifted closer to her chest and gripped her glorious tits together around my shaft. I squeezed to apply pressure, and started thrusting in between her heavenly, ivory globes. I groped them between my palms and pumped as quickly as I could, Gwyn biting her lip and gazing up at me with a sultry look. She flicked her tongue out, catching the tip of my head every few strokes. Her breasts were so soft and warm around me and in my hands, I clutched them even tighter. My lip ring caught the light, through the swell of the left side of her lower lip. “Oh fuck. Gwyn…” It was too much, she was so pale and willing and- “Gwyn… Ughhnn…” I felt the orgasm come from deep in my balls, and travel from the base of my shaft, shooting my load out in pulses all over her collarbone and neck.
“Mmmm, Andy.” She was smiling, satisfied. She released the pillow she had been holding and rubbed my leg. “Thanks, Hot-shot.” I grinned like an idiot, looking from Gwyn to the wad I had just shot all over her. Gwyn looked hesitant, then gave me a slightly naughty look and took my hand. I was confused, but I let her press it into my mess. “Rub it in, Andy.”
“Mmmm…” Gwyn purred in happiness as I took both hands and spread my cum all over her chest and neck, marking her. I massaged it into her skin, grinning like a fool, before awkwardly falling over next to her, a cramp in my leg and no energy left to support myself.
Well, I went to pain in the grass. I allowed an extra hour and 20 minutes to get there, but I needed well over two. I got there just as the band after MIW took the main stage. The traffic was probably the worst consistently, over a long distance, I've ever seen in my life, including the east coast. I checked last night to see how long it would take, and that was a big mistake, because the traffic at night is not the same at all.
I basically went just to see MIW (and NYD), I didn't even realize it was a festival with a zillion bands until a few days ago. I was so disappointed, I drove for, like, some 4 hours to get there. I've quit smoking for the most part, I'm using a patch. But thank you to the kind stranger who was willing to sell me a single and bum me a light in my profound misery (he offered it for free, but they are so expensive these days, I wasn't comfortable just taking one).
I still had a good time- stitched up heart put on a good show (bought a cd, though the singer was a little rude- sorry lady, but when you're up and coming is a good time to be nice to potential new fans, not be curt with them for accidentally getting in the autograph line instead of the merch line. dude, when i was wee, there was no autograph line/there weren't signings after every show! how the fuck was i to know? i figured where the band was standing, they could sell me their cd. don't be a cunt. i know having your picture taken for 2 hours must suck, but be glad- it means that many people want their picture taken with you. i didn't. i'm now less impressed that your voice gave me goosebumps, and less inclined to go see you again.), as did bullet for my valentine (did not have time to buy cd).
When I went to take my actual seat for the first time, I found someone in it, seated with friends. BfmV was playing, so it was hard to hear, but, in essence, the conversation went like this:
-I show the girl, in her 20s, my ticket.
anathema: "I think you're in my seat?"
-girl, stands up.
girl: "I am in your seat."
Then she sat back down. And when she sat back down instead of moving, my temper spiked so badly, I couldn't say anything right away. I was already so fucking pissed off I had missed MIW, and now some girl was in my seat, and, like, the rage was boiling. Allow me to provide a visual aid. This is sort of what's going on internally:
But externally, I am a fat, nondescript female in their 30s in glasses, at that point with a twitching eyelid, twitching triceps, and later on, motor tics (no one notices that shit during a rock concert, though).
But, somehow, i regained control. So i just said something along the lines of 'i'll just go sit over there then,' as a lot of other seats were open at that point of the day. I'm surprised I didn't crack a tooth, I was grinding my damned teeth so hard. Later in the day, she came up to me, and asked me if she could buy my ticket, presumably so she would have somewhere to sit for the later shows, when no one else was playing, and all the seats would be taken. Apparently my "no" (with scowl intended to convey message of 'do not be in my seat again if you wish to live') was effective, as she and her friends had disappeared when i went back for Lamb of God.
Still deciding what I think of against the empire, but it was a good show (will decide later, maybe hit them up on YouTube or something- but definitely good performers).New Year's Day were really awesome, I was very impressed (really recently got cd, have not had chance to listen to it thoroughly yet).
There were a bunch of fools taking kids either into or next to the mosh pit at the smaller stage. While I can't mosh, because of my knees, I acted as a barrier for children. It was funny. The moshing guys figured out what I was doing, so they started repositioning me for optimal child-impact prevention. My right side was a little sore for a few days.
Lamb of god rocked the house, I hadn't heard them before either, they were great, very politically charged. This hilarious thing happened where they were performing some clearly very meaningful song. But this smell of shit had been inexplicably wafting through the amphitheater, and it must have hit the stage at that moment. The singer just says, in the middle of this, like, evocative, powerful, slower metal song, "what the fuck is that, who shit their pants?" And I was the only one who burst out laughing! I could NOT stop for the longest time, it was SO fucking funny! People were all staring at me, like i'm acting totally inappropriately, which made me laugh even harder.
and even though they're an 'older' band, I'm even older than that, so I hadn't really heard any Slipknot before. They are, like, crazy theatrical! I love percussion, so I can dig on most things that have three drummers at a given time, too. They may not exactly be my thing but they are good showmen, and two songs of theirs were really fucking great. some song about the devil, and another one they said was old and had to do with love or something. i had never seen drum kits that went up and down on pedestals and rotated, keyboards on platforms, and pyro. complete with giant devil's head. ha!
unfortunately, I had left my car in the lots in such a hurry to try and catch MIW, that I couldn't find it forever, and had to wait hours for them to clear out. many of "my loving metalhead family" took it upon themselves to mock me when they saw me repeatedly, as i searched for my car. It was hard to mind my temper, eventually I had to just stop walking and just wait for a while, because I was afraid I'd find myself in trouble, there were a lot of very large, very drunk metalheads, and i figured it would be easier with less cars to find mine. I'm grateful to the attendant lady who really puzzled through it and gave me some clues to help find it. I didn't get home until 4:15. All in all, not a total failure of a day, but there were definitely some extreme fails contained therein. I missed out on: ayron jones & the way, crobot, motionless in white (which was the original fucking point of going), theory of a deadman, varsity week, like a storm, and three day's grace.
Best moment of the whole thing: I was watching NYD, and they started to play ‘Angel Eyes,’ which I love, and Chris (MIW’s vocalist) sang on that track. Lo and behold, he did indeed pop out from side-stage and sing his parts! Boy, was I excited! While it’s not the same as getting to see MIW play, I do love that song, and getting to see someone you think is an awesome singer, sing, after you just drove over 4 hours to see their band play, and you thought you were SOL, is pretty fucking cool.
QOTD: what “types/genres” of music do you like?
I don’t really know, because all the definitions are so complicated and always changing now, I can’t keep up. I feel like most people tend to frown on my musical taste, regardless of what their taste in music is, despite the fact that I like a little bit of most things. I guess I have a higher percentage of my listening time spent listening to music that would be classified as either rock, metal, or classic rock. I also really like blues. I am picky about what classical, folk, and country I like. There is the occasional rap or pop song I will like (it’s true). I’m really not into easy listening, elevator music, most r & b, or much jazz. With other shit, like techno/electronica/edm/noise/whatever, it’s really hit or miss, I have to hear it.
Tl;dr? short answer: Pain in the Grass was cool, but I missed the band I wanted to see the most (MIW). If you're ever going, I suggest you allow 8 million hours extra. In terms of what music I like: I like shit that’s good.