2 comments/ 5654 views/ 17 favorites The Ballad of the Dancing Bard By: RiversEdge2010 YouTube sensation Lindsey Stirling falls for an unlikely fan... Author's Note: This fan-fiction is a work of fiction (obviously). It is about YouTube sensation and hip-hop violinist Lindsey Stirling. It is a very sexually explicit story. If reading such a story may offend you, please stop reading now! Otherwise, feel free to leave me a comment afterward letting me know what you thought about the story. I am always appreciative of udder/reader feedback! Thanks for reading! So without further adieu, may I present to you... The Ballad of the Dancing Bard The sun had just set and Nick was standing on the balcony overlooking downtown Pittsburgh from Mount Washington, the cityscape already illuminated for the long night ahead. It was a hot summer night, and muggy too, Nick thought. Probably why I'm sweating so much, he figured. At least that's what he kept telling himself anyway, his heart racing inside his chest. Nick's heart always raced like this before a big job, not that his jobs were big, but they were the kind that landed you in jail if you got caught nonetheless. He wasn't exactly a high-end art thief, but his clientele were rich and paid well for his particular skill set: that was, lifting rock and roll merchandise for the parents of spoiled fans, or rich collectors who got off on having illegal merchandise in their collection. Nick had even jacked from Hard Rock Café's personal collection. He was a good-looking kid from the suburbs, only nineteen-years-old, but that suburban childhood all the other kids had never resembled his own story. His parents died in a car accident when he was a little kid, not that he wanted anyone to feel sorry for him or anything. He figured out a way to make ends meet very early on, slipping in and out of the shadows, buying and selling what didn't belong to him so he could make his own way before most kids had even made it prom. Now, Nick was riding his bike down to the concert hall downtown, a line of hipsters lined around the block to see the YouTube sensation and hip-hop violinist Lindsey Stirling. Lifting during a concert was always easy, Nick thought. It was always easier to disappear into a crowd and security was sparse in comparison to the amount of attendees. He snuck in at the tail end of the show, hoping to disappear into the confusion of the crowd by the time they were drunkenly dispersing into the streets. The item in question today for Nick was a rare photo-print of Janis Joplin being showcased with a rare collection on display in the concert hall's main auditorium, off the main hall. It was easy, and he had almost made it out of the hall after grabbing it off of the wall and slipping into a carrying case without anyone noticing the theft. But it all went south after that, when he ran into an unexpected problem around the corner: someone had seen him carrying it under his arm, some disgruntled employee of the concert hall, Nick figured. "Hey, what are you doing with that? Stop! Security!" she yelled out over his shoulder. Nick took off, down the hall, bursting trough a doorway and sliding down a rickety railing in a filthy stairwell toward the basement. He was going to head down the hall, around the corner toward another stairwell, but saw the crawl-space closet beneath the stairs just in time. Without any real thought put into the decision, he threw himself into it just before hearing heavy footsteps rushing down the stairs right over his head, then heading further down the hallway. It wouldn't be long before security realized their mistake, though, he realized while trying to control his breathing. "He must have gone outside, come on!" he heard a muffled voice say. More muffled voices called out down the hall in response followed by more hurried footsteps. "Come on!" he heard another voice say. Nick couldn't hear anything else after that outside the sound of his own heart beating and the adrenaline rushing past his ears. He had to think fast, the cramped, dark, musty space causing an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia to set in suddenly. Taking out his phone, he opened the flashlight app and illuminated a dusty crawl space covered in cobwebs, spider-webs, and molding boxes filled with old, antiquated audio equipment. He was trapped in there until someone opened that door. "Shit," he breathed. And that's when he saw the unlikely the door lurking behind it all, hidden behind the boxes and old equipment. Awkwardly repositioning himself and crawling on his belly, Nick maneuvered toward it around the boxes. He pulled it open, seeing nothing but darkness lurking beyond, a cool, welcome summer draft rushing up into the crawlspace. "Oh man..." he complained, hearing critters scurrying into the darkness, their eyes reflecting off the light from his phone that he used to illuminate the blackness beyond. Sighing heavily, Nick slipped into the black crawl space hidden beneath the building of the concert hall. It was the kind of thing you discovered beneath a house as a kid, somewhere nobody would ever follow or find you during hide & seek. Jesus, I'm going to find a dead body down here... or I'm going to die down here and turn into one, Nick thought as he slithered through the black. It was wet; he was crawling in mud, past cement columns supporting the club. Nick felt like he was crawling deep beneath the Earth in a Jules Verne novel, searching for any semblance of a means of escape. He heard more footsteps rushing over the floor above him followed by more muffled voices shouting. He just needed a way out, he thought. Anything, anywhere, come on, he thought, looking around. That's when he saw it: a trap door in the floor a distance ahead of him beneath a tight rise in the ground where he had to squeeze his body awkwardly through, barely making it out the other end. The lock had rusted through, and he was able to yank it off without incident. Smiling, Nick turned the handle and pushed up. The room he peaked into was dark and still. He was looking around in some kind of changing room in the basement. It looked like the green room; there was a couch, some old furniture, and the sound of music playing, but it was in another room. This room, he decided, was unoccupied. He climbed up through the trap door and pulled himself into the room, brushing the mud, dust, and cobwebs away from his clothes as best he could. He checked the photo in its carrying case worried he had damaged it. It was fine, he saw, exhaling with relief. Now, how to get out of this building without anyone seeing me, he thought, looking around. There was a window at the top of the wall, which Nick checked; it led out to an alleyway, to a hotel's service entrance he could slip through if he really tried to get inspire. The sounds of sirens brought him back and reminded him that he was racing a clock. Nick awkwardly climbed onto a dusty desk and opened the window, horrified to find the window only opened halfway. He had to act quickly, or he'd be caught. And that's when he heard a door next to him unlocking, the topless, pixie girl stepping through drying her hair from the shower causing his heart to stop... it was Lindsey Stirling. - Lindsey Stirling had just finished an hour and a half set on stage with her first hit "Crystalize", which had garnered almost 120 million views on YouTube. She was smack in the middle of her U.S. "Music Box" Tour, about ready to enjoy a well-earned day off before having to rush up to Cleveland to play Jacobs Pavilion at Natuica the following day. All she wanted to do was strip out of her outfit and relax under a hot shower. So, after bowing to her fans, the 28 year-old California-native YouTube sensation immediately rushed backstage to meet with her fan club members to rush through pictures and autographs. She'd have a few minutes to jump in the shower and change before getting back on the tour bus, she thought, as she said goodbye to her fans and excused herself from her bandmates Drew and Gavi. There'd be a shower at the hotel, Lindsey knew, but showering in the changing rooms at the concert halls always made her feel much more like a rockstar than she did showering at the hotels. Plus, it made her feel much sexier too. "Wheels up in twenty," Gavi told her, pointing to his watch, knowing Lindsey's pension for sometimes running a little behind schedule when jumping in the shower. "I'll be quick!" she said, excited, rushing down the stairs backstage to her changing room. She couldn't wait to strip out of her elaborate, albeit uncomfortable wardrobe, and soak her naked body in the spacious, walk-in shower the size of her old girls-only dorm room back at BYU in Provo, a heavily Mormon populated city about an hour south of Salt Lake City. There was something about a shower you could lie down in, she thought, making her way down to the old, abandoned greenroom in the basement that the crew had let her use so that she could have her privacy. Shutting the door behind her, Lindsey started to tear away the outer layer of her garments, none of them coming off fast enough. But then someone began rapping at her door. Annoyed, Lindsey got up and opened the door, expecting to see one of her crewmembers or friends huffing about the time. Instead, she came face-to-face with a large security guard she recognized from the show, intimidated by his gargantuan stature. "Oh... hi there!" she said, smiling, pulling her hair behind her ears nervously, confused. "Hi there, ma'am. I don't mean to disturb you. Just wanted to let you know we had a theft a few minutes ago and that the young man who did it is somewhere in the building. Are you all right in there? Is anyone with you?" he asked, peering over her shoulder. "Uh, yeah... I mean, no... it's just me down here," Lindsey said, her heart racing at the thought. Maybe she should wait to shower at the hotel, she considered, biting her lip nervously. Then, she heard a voice come over the guard's radio. "Frank, we think he went outside. Already swept the ground floor. Cops just got here," they said, the voice crackling before the line cut out and the guard responded. "All clear in the basement. I'm on my way up," he said, excusing himself. Relieved, Lindsey shrugged and turned back to the room, this time making sure to lock her door, which she suddenly realized she hadn't done before. She turned back to the shower room and slipped inside while peeling off this garment and that. When she finally came down to her Mormon garments, pulling them off of her nakedness, Lindsey walked over to a pair of portable speakers she carried with her at all times and started one of her favorite mellowing-out playlists she had loaded on her phone. Stepping over the small threshold into the large shower room, naked as the day she was born, Lindsey Stirling turned the head on and lost herself to the alleviating sensation of piping hot water splashing down on her exhausted, naked skin. It invigorated her in the most sensual ways to stand there in a foreign room, naked, letting the water hit her body. The vapor wrapped itself around her body and hugged it, embracing her almost in a spiritual way, stirring the most arousing thoughts from her. She had struggled with her body image for a long time, eventually writing about her struggles and handing off the vocal responsibilities for the song to Lzzy Hale from Halestorm. The song became the title track from her sophomore album "Shatter Me". But Lindsey eventually came to fall in love with her body, a therapist of hers she was seeing back in Arizona telling her to actually engage in the forbidden art of masturbation, a strict no-no according to many of the leaders in her Mormon ward. But since her therapist had also been a Mormon, and a sex-therapist to boot, Lindsey decided she'd have to give her the benefit of the doubt and that she was in the clear spiritually. "Oh," she whimpered, her fingertips dragging artfully over her soft skin, over the forbidden place. It had made her feel naughty, and somewhat dirty at first when she started doing it. But overtime, after coming to discover her raw sensuality, the transcendent beauty of her own body and the unimaginable power of her own orgasm and inner goddess, Lindsey learned to love her body in a new way she never had before. Downloading with her therapist back in Arizona had always made her feel somewhat ashamed, at first, but she always made her feel at ease while talking about some of her more taboo thoughts and fantasies. On tour, especially on the bus, Lindsey hardly had the privacy to masturbate, which was why she enjoyed empty changing rooms and showers. Knocking at the door brought her back to Earth. "Lindsey! You ready?" she heard Gavi asking on the other side of the door outside. "Oh, uh... yeah! Be out in five, Gavi!" she shouted back, shriveling up and suddenly feeling embarrassed. Her orgasm would have to wait for the hotel, she realized, shutting the shower off and toweling off. Slipping back into her panties, and her favorite pair of yoga pants, Lindsey Stirling strutted back into the main changing room where she had left her shirt. When she suddenly realized she wasn't alone in the room, and that someone had just seen her naked from the waist on up, Lindsey nearly screamed out loud. "Oh my God!" she shrieked, attempting to cover her supple breasts from the young boy, covered in mud and cobwebs sweating above her on the ledge beneath the window. "I..." he began, eyes wide, suddenly turning his head and blushing dramatically. "What are you doing in here? Get down from there! Turn around" she demanded, reaching for her shirt on the old couch and nervously slipping into it when the boy had obliged and turned around for her modesty's sake, her heart racing. "I'm sorry. I was just... inspecting the hinges. I'm an employee here," he lied quickly. She noticed the carrying case in his hand and knew he was lying to her immediately. "Then what's that in your hand!" Lindsey demanded, the kid turning back and seeing that she was wearing a shirt again, her erect nipples poking out of the soft cotton material of her dampening, dark t-shirt. It was one of the most erotic things Nick had ever seen in his entire life, he realized. She looked like the most beautiful woman in the entire world right then, he decided, like a sexual fairy or a sexual goddess cowering nervously before him with erect nipples. "Don't turn around, I'm not wearing a bra!" she shouted. "I'm sorry!" he said, turning back. "You're that thief they were talking about. Don't go anywhere. I'm getting security!" "No, please don't!" Nick shouted, his heart racing from the topless image of Lindsey Stirling permanently engrained into his already filthy subconscious burning in his mind's eye. "Here, take it back, I don't care... I'm sorry! I just... I need the money, okay?" he huffed, handing Lindsey the carrying case with the photo in it, Lindsey staring at it, confused. "I... you can't steal things to get money. It's wrong... and worse, it's illegal!" Lindsey huffed, feeling flush from walking in on the young kid topless, getting even angrier with him that he saw her breasts because he was breaking the law in the first place. He looked young, but was cute with moppy, black hair and piercing blue eyes. Sure, he was filthy, but maybe she just wasn't thinking straight, she had decided, wondering why her body was going into overdrive just at the thought of this young kid seeing her topless. "I... know. I'm sorry. I'll go," he added, Lindsey awkwardly taking the carrying case from him as he climbed back up to the window and forced it open all the way, breaking the hinges. "Wait..." Lindsey said, confused and shocked. "I'm sorry..." Nick said, pulling himself up. "I just need the money to turn the power back on," he added. That part broke Lindsey's heart. "Well... wait! The power? Hey... wait! Look, if you need the money... I can give you some. Please... don't go! I won't get you in trouble. Just tell me what's wrong. You don't have to live like this!" Lindsey said, gesturing toward the photo in her hand, not knowing what it even was or why it would be worth any money to anyone. "No, it's okay!" he said. "Look! I'm at the Marriot tonight. Please... let me help you out. They put me up there, but I have the tour bus. You can stay in my room... instead of me, okay? Just... don't go, okay?" Lindsey begged, feeling strangely responsible and drawn to the boy. "Not a chance," he said, slipping through the window finally, wiggling his legs through like a worm and turning back to the dancing bard left standing in the basement both confused, shocked, and embarrassed at the walk-in incident a moment ago. "You have beautiful breasts by the way," he said before darting off into the alley, making Lindsey reach her hands up to them, shocked by his bold, forward compliment. Lindsey finally exhaled, not realizing that she had been holding her breath the whole time basically. Tracking down the building manager, Lindsey lied and told him that she found the carrying case on the floor outside her changing room. They thanked her for her help and Lindsey felt sick for lying, but even more sick that the boy was still out there somewhere. Pittsburgh was no place to be alone, she thought, especially if he was hurting. He needed to turn the power on, she wondered? How awful. Lindsey called the Marriot and told them that a friend of hers was in town and that he could check into the hotel room whenever he wanted. It wasn't safe, but he wasn't a bad person, she could tell. He was just scared. When the front desk attendant asked what her friend's name was, she hung up. Checking the time, Lindsey cursed under her breath and rushed outside to meet up with Drew and Gavi on the bus. She excused her absence and told them the same lie about finding the stolen case. When she got to the Marriot, Lindsey checked into the room and waited. Finally, she went downstairs to the restaurant to grab a light dinner. When she went to talk to the front desk manager to help make sure that her room was to be given to this boy, she had to caught her off mid-sentence and explain to her that he had already been by to pick up his key. Her heart raced for different reasons. Was this safe? Should she call someone, she wondered? As she approached her room on one of the top floors, Lindsey Stirling swallowed nervously and knocked on the door. A few moments later, the door opened the scared kid covered in mud was standing between her and the room, staring back at her anxiously, like a cornered puppy or injured animal. "You came..." she said, nervously. "It's not like I don't have a place to stay. It's just... the landlord shut my power off so... no air conditioning on a night like tonight," he said, shrugging and shaking his head. "Of course. I just need to wash up. Can I come into my room?" Lindsey asked. "Oh... of course! It's your room as well..." "Thanks," Lindsey said. Nick closed the door behind her; Lindsey's heart fluttering again at the thought of being behind closed doors with a stranger that she hardly knew. Why did she feel this way for this kid, she asked herself over and over? She wasn't prone to crushes. They made small talk for a few minutes about Pittsburgh and the concert, until the kid finally blurted out from behind the counter, "I hope I didn't offend you earlier". "Oh... it's... don't worry about it. It's nothing to be offended by. You didn't mean to walk in on me... well, technically... I walked in on you," Lindsey corrected over the sink. "I meant about the thing I said..." Nick, corrected, blushing before Lindsey, always having had a huge crush on her since first seeing her perform in the music videos for "Elements", "Spontaneous Me", and "Crystalize" on YouTube some years back. The Ballad of the Dancing Bard "Oh!" Lindsey exclaimed, shocked, feeling slightly embarrassed suddenly. "Don't worry about that, either. It didn't offend me. It was kind of nice actually. Not everyday someone tells me that I have beautiful breasts... not that I'm exactly showing them off, either, but... it was actually kind of nice to hear... I don't even know your name," Lindsey finally admitted out loud, suddenly coming to the realization. "I'm Nick... just Nick," Nick said. Lindsey laughed. "Fair enough. I'm Lindsey Stirling. Just Lindsey Stirling." "I gathered as much," Nick replied coyly. Lindsey smiled. "Listen Nick. I'm not exactly a rockstar in every since of the word. The music industry really isn't what it used to be. I don't have a gold-lined pool or servants or my own basketball court or shark tank. YouTube pays me a certain amount, and I tour a lot and sell my own merchandise, but I also pay my manager or representatives personally. I have a little bit of money saved up and I want to help you out," Lindsey explained, reaching into her wallet and fishing out a few bills, kicking herself for forgetting to get more. Nick shook his head. "I don't need a handout." "What's wrong with a handout? Time was, handouts were all I had. My parents couldn't even afford to give me violin lessons, but the instructor agreed to charge half his rate for half the time. My original lessons were only fifteen minutes long." Nick considered that. "I didn't know that... just think how good you'd be if you had had that extra fifteen minutes?" Nick joked. "Just think," Lindsey repeated playfully. "My instructor told me that someone had once helped him out. So he was going to help me out, so long as I returned the favor one day... but not to him, kind of a pay-it-forward thing where you don't return the favor to the person who helped you, but..." Lindsey began explaining obnoxiously before Nick finally cut her off mid-sentence, saying, "Yeah, yeah... I saw the movie, I know what 'pay it forward' means." "Ha, of course... sorry," Lindsey said. "It's all right," Nick said. "So... what's going on, Nick. What's you story?" Lindsey asked, honestly concerned. "You want to know my story?" he asked, confused as to why anyone would want to hear it. "Yes, I do!" Lindsey exclaimed. "It's very personal," he said. "You just saw my breasts," Lindsey reminded playfully. "Hmm, I guess that's true... well, I guess I'll tell you, but... on one condition," Nick offered. "Which is?" Lindsey asked. "You have to take your bra off again," Nick said boldly. "Well... I guess that wouldn't be so bad," she joked, reaching inside her shirt and undoing her bra, slipping it back through her sleeves, Nick's eyes falling to her unsecured breasts. "Now," she said. "Explain." Nick went on to explain his childhood, about his parents and about how he fell in with the wrong crowd, hitting all of the cliché milestones every troubled childhood hit while growing up in a broken home, trying not to be too distracted by the sight of Lindsey Stirling's nipples poking through her cotton shirt again. She smiled at him playfully whenever she caught him doing so, which quickly embarrassed Nick. "Well, I'm going to make sure you have somewhere better to stay from now on," Lindsey said, realizing Nick wasn't listening, preoccupied staring at her visible breasts. "Are they that great?" she asked. Lindsey looked down and saw her nipples poking through. "Oh my gosh! Why didn't you say anything!" Lindsey asked, pulling her shirt away from her erect nipples as best she could and blushing with utter embarrassment. "Because I like seeing your nipples," Nick admitted openly. "You don't have a lot of shame, do you, Nick?" Lindsey asked. "Afraid not," he admitted. "I don't see a lot of girls topless, but they were perfect breasts. I'd love to see them again," Nick admitted, gesturing to her little breasts. "You want to see them again?" Lindsey asked, shocked. "Yeah! They were amazing!" Nick exclaimed. "But they're so small..." Lindsey said bashfully. "So what. I think itty-bitty-titties are hotter than huge boobs any day of the week. They're so forbidden," Nick offered. "Well... I guess you've already seen them. I mean... oh, what the hell!" Lindsey said, lifting up her shirt and exposing her supple little B-cups to Nick, her soft, hard, little, pink nipples standing erect and at attention on top of her soft, milky little mounds. "Wow!" "Yeah?" "Yeah!" Nick exclaimed, feeling his cock stiffen inside of his jeans at the sight. Lindsey felt her breath shorten, felt her body go into overdrive in a way it hadn't since she used to go the distance with her old boyfriend Devin Graham (Devin Supertramp from YouTube), her first cinematographer who directed all of those music videos Nick had first seen her in years back. The way Nick looked at her, hungrily, lustfully, wanting; it made her so horny, horny in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. "Can I touch them?" Nick asked. Lindsey laughed out loud, suddenly feeling as slutty as her masturbation fantasies. "Might as well... go on!" Lindsey said. "If you let me help you, okay?" she asked, gravely serious. Nick seemed to consider her offer... and smiled. "Okay... but you have to let me touch them for more than a second," Nick said. Lindsey rolled her eyes and sighed. "You can touch them for five minutes... and I'll be watching the clock," Lindsey said. "Okay... lay back on the bed," Nick offered, Lindsey nervously falling back onto the pillow. What am I doing, she kept thinking to herself, her stomach turning in knots, heart fluttering like a nervous schoolgirl with a stupid schoolgirl crush on this young kid? Nick sat beside her and began to feel her up, kneading and massaging her supple breasts gently at first, then more and more firmly with each passing second. Lindsey smiled at his awkwardness, at his playfulness and curiosity. He never took his eyes off them. What was it with men and boobs, she wondered as he continued to feel her up? He tugged at her nipples playfully, rolling them between his fingers and rubbing them too. Lindsey let out a whimper after a minute, checking the clock and realizing that she still had another four minutes of this amazing but nerve-racking massage. Swallowing hard, and trying to regain her bearings, Lindsey smiled at Nick. "You a boob guy?" Lindsey finally asked. "As opposed to?" he asked. "I don't know... a butt guy," she said, searching her nervous mind for the word. "I like boobs, yeah... but maybe I'm a 'something else' guy," Nick said, smiling, feeling braver and braver with each passing second, confident in his ability to massage a girl's privates. His ex-girlfriend had taught him how to give a boob massage and he never forgot how to do it. "Oh my gosh!" Lindsey exclaimed, blushing, covering her eyes with her hand and giggling. "Embarrass you, did I?" he asked. "A little, yeah..." Lindsey admitted, getting lost in the feeling of Nick's surprisingly gentle hands and her bare breasts, the only sensation that mattered to her body. "I like embarrassing you," Nick admitted. "Is that right?" Lindsey finally asked. "That's right." "So are you a 'something else' guy? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Lindsey asked, Nick's hands still firmly massaging her naked chest, the only feeling she focused on. It was the only feeling that mattered in the world, his hands on her breasts, kneading them and caressing them, massaging them. He was using his hands to worship her breasts. Then she felt Nick's hands slide down her chest toward her tummy, tracing an outline around her naval, over and over again. His soft fingertips slid away from it like a Nascar car loosing control around the bend, hurtling toward the stands. But it didn't frighten her; it just made her nervous. At her pants, where the ocean met the beach, his fingers danced and teased her. She knew he was testing the waters and it made her so wet. Lindsey Stirling bit her lip nervously, feeling excited from his boldness. "Hey, mister... my boobs are up here," she said, gesturing finally. "But I'm more interested in what's..." Nick began, slipping a finger just an inch or two into the bands of her pants and dragging it across her bare skin, then sliding it back out. "... down here," he finished, coming back up to her naval before returning for a second go. "What's down there..." Lindsey breathed, nervously. "Your pussy." "I don't think that was part of the agreement..." Nick leaned down and put his lips to the whirling diva's ear and whispered as sensually as he could, "But don't you wish it were. Don't you wish that I would slip my hand into your pants... into your panties... and touch you there... touch the very essence of your femininity." That part made Lindsey's heart beat faster and her juices really start to flow. "I... I've just... Devin and I... we didn't exactly... I mean... we only got so far a couple of times. Like... to intercourse I mean. I just... I don't like betraying the covenants I took when I can help it. I really try and remain chaste, but... it's really hard being single," Lindsey admitted, recalling her few steamy romps with her old boyfriend. She felt Nick's fingers back, inside the first inch of her pants, tracing little circles across her skin. "But you've done it before... you've had sex before..." Nick asked. "Yes... just a few times. And then we stopped... but yes... I'm not a virgin, Nick," Lindsey admitted. "I didn't want him to stop when we did have sex... just like I don't want you to stop now..." "Are you sure, Lindsey?" Nick asked, slipping another inch down. "Yes... please... touch me there..." Lindsey begged Nick slipped his hand down into Lindsey's pants, under her cotton panties, past the peach fuzz over her usually clean-shaven pussy, and down over her wet opening. Nick slipped his finger inside of her wet slit and heard her whimper, turning away, cheeks flushing from the embarrassment she felt for letting things progress so heavily. "Oh, honey... you know just how to touch a girl..." Lindsey breathed into his ear when she turned back. "For someone who doesn't get a lot of action, Lindsey... I love that you keep your pussy regularly shaven," Nick said, slowly slipping his finger in and out of her wetness. "I... like the way it looks... sorry, it's been a few days... on the road and all..." Lindsey admitted, too caught up in her own sensual pleasure to feel any kind of embarrassment. "No... it's amazing. You're so wet, Lindsey..." Nick breathed, gently planting a trail of kisses down her neck while massaging the inside of hey womanhood in a way nobody had ever before. "Don't stop..." Lindsey begged. Nick bravely inserted another finger and heard his YouTube sensation crush's moans of ecstasy tell him that he was on the right path to pleasuring her as he had dreamed about doing many times before. He was having trouble, fumbling around inside her pants while trying to finger her. Lindsey could tell, obviously annoyed he wasn't able to really enter her in the way she wanted him to, in the way she knew he could, reaching down and slipping out of her pants and panties. She looked back up at the young boy nervously as she saw him drink in the sight of her completely nude on her bed. It made her feel so insecure, so nervous to be so expose to someone. Only Devin had seen her. Nick felt his cock twitch, Lindsey pressing her legs together nervously. Her little patch of fuzz was guarding her best-kept secret. He reached between her legs again and slowly helped her part them. When she obliged, slowly spreading her legs like an eagle's wings, she revealed to Nick her pussy in full bloom. Only Devin had seen her pussy before, and that was it. The way Nick looked at it though, she knew instantly that he was a "Something else..." kind of guy, that he really did love a woman's most intimate secret. When he slipped his fingers back inside of her, Lindsey arched her back, letting the sensation of being penetrated by a stranger rush through her. "Oh, God!" she cried out, his fingers burying themselves inside of her private place. Nick continued to finger her slowly, but then picking up the pace, trying to match her breathing, watching how she started to writhe around, her face scrunching up. "Oh..." she kept moaning. It felt like ecstasy to Lindsey, like being taken to the edge of passion, to her most carnal and perverse fantasies. She let her mind wander, looking up at the strange boy whom she had given so much to so quickly, wanting him to take her to the same places Devin had years back. The feeling of being fingered for the first time in several years brought Lindsey way past sexual enjoyment and gratification straight to euphoria. Nick slipped his fingers out of her body and then presented them to her lips, which she didn't know how to take. His fingers smelled like her excitement, were tainted in her forbidden nectar, her wetness dripping off of his fingertips onto her chin. "Have you ever tasted yourself before?" he asked. Lindsey shook her head nervously, feeling slightly naughty for even considering it. Wasn't that forbidden, she asked herself? How was that different than being with another woman? But there she was, her own sexuality dripping off of Nick's fingers. "Go ahead..." he tempted her with the forbidden fruit. "I... don't know..." "Why don't I try first?" Nick asked, gesturing to his own mouth. Lindsey nodded nervously as Nick took her nectar into his mouth and swallowed it, moaning with pleasure and savoring every last moment of tasting her sweet honey. He smiled back at her, Lindsey feeling her juices flowing. Nick took her scent in, shuddering next to her, which made her moan out. She tasted like an exotic fruit, he thought, something forbidden, yet sweet and rich. It was intoxicating, her aroma so musky, so pungent and biting, so purely feminine, Nick thought. He simply had to have more of her; she could see it, lost in the carnal way he stared at her, like a lion staring at its prey before biting down. Just take me, she thought. Then, when Nick slipped his fingers back into her, scooping up more of her excitement, she gobbled it up and sucked herself off his fingers, savoring the taste of her own body. It felt taboo, forbidden, and slightly odd. She enjoyed the taste, but it felt odd that she was swallowing her own nectar, putting it back into her body. It was so holistic, so natural and enticing to all of her senses and the ideas of her own sexuality she couldn't contain herself anymore. Her pussy was on fire and she wanted it to tingle in that way. She put her hands on the top of his hands and guided him down there and she lost herself at the sensation of his tongue on her labia, running up and down her glistening slit. "Oh God!" she said, back arching almost to the point that she thought it might break. "You all right, babe?" he asked. Seeing her pussy up close, how tight it was, just a wet slit between two swollen and aching lips, caused Nick's cock to ache for release. He was harder than a rock inside his jeans, reaching down and grabbing himself while lapping at Lindsey's flower, swallowing up all of her juices and nectar. Her hands ran through is thick hair and guided him this way and that. He attacked her little nub, which caused Lindsey to scream. "Nick! Right there! Oh God!" she kept screaming. He'd lap at it rapidly, before dragging his tongue back up and down her slit, then using his tongue to fuck her. He'd burry his whole face inside of her, peeling her lips open, revealing what her flower looked like in full bloom, its pink pedals spread open around her actual opening. He licked the insides of her lips dry, dribbled his saliva all over her hole, and then lapped the mess up. Lindsey begged him to consume her, couldn't stand the erotic sight of seeing him down there between her opened legs while naked. "Use your fingers..." she begged. Nick started pushing in and out of her while attacking her clit and lapping at her mess, Lindsey writhing around and cursing under her breath, an impending orgasm plaguing her better nature. It would shatter her and cause her to come so hard that she'd squirt. "I'm so hard for you, Lindsey..." Nick said, grabbing his bulge. "I want to see..." Lindsey moaned. "Yeah?" "Yeah... show me!" Nick pulled away from her pussy, took the mess she left on his fingers, and smeared it all over her wanting lips and chin, Lindsey moaning in response. She watched him stand up on the side of the bed as she swallowed her own excitement again, seeing the obvious tent her lover was pitching in his pants. Lindsey reached up and ran her hands over his bulge, mouth watering to see it, to feel it, to grab it and taste it. "Take off your shirt," Lindsey demanded, reaching up and peeling the shirt off of Nick's chiseled frame, Lindsey's eyes lighting up at the sight of her lover's toned body. She reached up and began fumbling with his buckle, finally unlocking it and getting at his button and fly next. She yanked his pants down carefully around his cock, which popped out at almost eight inches long. He was uncut, dripping at the tip, and mostly shaven too. It was the most beautiful thing Lindsey had ever seen, her mouth watering just at the sight of it, of the thick veins running up and down the shaft from its base. His head was so engorged, the shaft bulging and aching, his aroma musky and masculine. She gripped it in her hand and began to mold it like clay, Nick groaning out, eyes burned by desire when he looked down at the sight of her stroking and caressing him. "Nick... this is literally the biggest cock I've ever seen!" she said. "Out of a pool of how many?" he asked sarcastically. "Okay... one other guy... but wow... it's so beautiful..." she admitted honestly, turning to his balls and taking in how swollen and big they were, probably just filled to the brim with cum. Lindsey started to stroke him up and down, which caused him to groan out. His shaft was getting slippery from his own pre-cum that she ended up smearing all over his engorged organ, her touch seemingly bringing him right to the edge of pure ecstasy, which made her smile and feel like a sex goddess. She loved the way his foreskin slid up and over the head, how it helped smear his own pre-cum all over his cock. "Devin used to say I gave the best handjobs," Lindsey said playfully, reveling in the sound of her hands running up and down his slippery shaft, staring at his head and then up at Nick. "Oh yeah?" he asked. "He'd had them before... said I was the best..." Lindsey added, quite proud of herself. "How about blowjobs?" Nick asked, smiling. Lindsey smiled devilishly back at him. "You think I'm too innocent to like doing that, Nick? I love sucking cock, Nick. Devin said I was his little Mormon blowjob queen," she added seductively. "How'd you earn that title?" he asked, honestly curious, blown away by Lindsey's language. "Because he said I worshipped his cock with my mouth like he was a king..." she admitted, lowering her face toward the base of his shaft and planting gentle kisses around it. "Will you worship my cock, Lindsey?" "I'm worshipping it right now," she admitted, trailing those same gentle kisses up Nick's base toward his dripping tip, basking in the sensation of feeling a man's erect cock pressed against her soft face, of holding it in her hands and giving it such pleasure. Lindsey took the engorged head into her mouth and began to slurp around the head noisily, wrapping her tongue around it and then trying to get a feel for how he'd fit. Then, she started to take more and more of his girth into her mouth, over her tongue, and started to bob up and down like the girls in the porn videos she watched before giving her first blowjob. She had wanted to be good for Devin back then, really good, knowing he had had sex before. She had wanted to display some level of sexual competency with him, and had thus prepared by watching blowjob videos online. The Ballad of the Dancing Bard And judging by the amount of semen Devin had sent rocketing into the back of her throat the first time she took him to the base, they had definitely paid off, even if it took her off-guard when he did finally shoot off like a geyser in her mouth. Now, bobbing up and down rhythmically, pushing closer and closer to her gag-reflex, Lindsey lost herself in the idea of using her mouth as a vessel to serve her lover with, to worship him with. When she came back up for air, Lindsey smiled back at him, Nick basking in the sensual sight of thick strands of pre-cum stretching away from her lips, still stuck on his cock. "I forgot how much I loved sucking cock... I want it... so badly..." Lindsey said, turning back to it. "Then keep sucking it, Lindsey," Nick said. "Yes, sir." Lindsey then took him back into her mouth and began to press him further and further into her throat. She was getting further and further down, but still having trouble adjusting her throat for the whole thing, Lindsey trying to fight her natural reflex to gag. "Let me help you with that last couple of inches," Nick said, putting his hand on the back of her head. Nick pushed her a little further down, and then forced himself all the way down, burying her nose into his hair and causing her to croak and wretch, to gag and shake. His entire member was inside her head, her body rejecting it, though she loved the sensation all the same. When he finally released her, the dancing bard came back up for air reflexively and started to cough, looking up at him with watered-over eyes. "Was that too much?" Nick asked, more strands of pre-cum connecting his manhood to her mouth. "God no... I actually... I actually want you to fuck my throat..." she admitted, embarrassed. "What! You... you know what throat-fucking is?" Nick asked. "Yeah... Devin used to send me videos, always wanted to do that to me. I couldn't back then, but I've thought so much about it over the years and... yeah... I want a guy to do that to me. Do you like that kind of thing?" the whirling diva asked honestly enough. "I..." Nick began. "I've always wanted to do that to my ex-girlfriend..." he said, nervously. "How about to me?" Lindsey asked, cocking an eyebrow and smiling up at him devilishly. Nick smiled back at her. "Put your hands in your lap," he told her. "Okay..." Lindsey said, folding her hands like a schoolgirl into her lap and mentally preparing herself for what Nick was about to do to her, what the guys in all those videos Devin used to send her would do to the cute girls that look sort of like her. "If I go too hard or fast... let me know," Nick said. "Okay." "Here it goes..." Nick grabbed the back of her head and began push himself into Lindsey Stirling's mouth, then forcing himself past her gag-reflex into the back of her throat, causing her to gag and croak again. Lindsey tried to fight the sensation to gag as best she could, but was slightly embarrassed at the sounds her throat would make in trying to compensate for Nick being inside of it. He was slow at first, but then started picking up the pace. Then, summoning the most carnal and animalistic urge he had within him, Nick started to fuck Lindsey Stirling's face and throat. It felt so inviting to be that deep inside of her, Nick thought, and at a certain point, somewhat taboo. Her eyes watered over and she choked on a number of occasions, but never pushed away. She just took the assault on her throat as Nick, driven by his desire to fuck, pounded away into her mouth. "You like that, babe?" he asked. "Mmmphhh," was all Lindsey could get out, thick helpings of pre-cum and saliva spilling out of the corners of her mouth as she continued to let Nick piston in and out of her. When Nick looked down at the innocent pop star, he saw that her eyes had watered over completely, some of her make-up running down her cheeks. When finally he decided to let her having a breather, she gasped for air like she had been holding it her whole life, which slightly turned him on. Nick rubbed her face all over his slimey erection, smearing pre-cum and saliva all over her face, Lindsey reveling in the sensation. "You okay?" Nick asked. "Yeah... jesus... here, hang my head off the side of the bed... you can get deeper that way..." she suggested. "You're unbelievable..." Nick said as he helped her onto her back on the end of the bed, helping her hand her head off of it, upside down. It was a bit disorienting for Lindsey, but when she felt him enter her throat again, Lindsey returned her hands between her legs. She started to masturbate, slowly rubbing her electrified little nub around in circles, letting the feeling of being face-fucked bring her closer and closer to the orgasm that was building deep inside of her. It was the kind of orgasm she knew would cause her to burst out, the pressure building against the most sensitive parts of her. It almost worried her, how hard it was going to hit, how it would shatter inside of her and cause her whole body to erupt. The gurgling, the choking, and the gagging continued, Lindsey's tears running back up her face, her mascara smearing all over the pre-cum and saliva already smeared across her perfect complexion. Anytime she really started to feel herself choke, she'd have to push back on Nick who would pull out of her throat allowing all of the pent-up saliva and pre-cum in her throat to spill out of it, all over her up-turned face. She found it to be a bit revolting at first, but slowly it started to just make her hornier and hornier as she continued to rub her clit faster and faster. She felt like a slut and loved how the mess would cascade backwards up her features, spilling into her hair. Her pussy was on fire, Lindsey wanting to rub herself to orgasm, but first wanting to experience Nick's cock inside of her down there. She let her throat get fucked passionately, erratically, and somewhat amateurishly for a few more moments before finally choking. When she started to cough and gasp for air when Nick spilled out of her throat, more saliva, more of his sweet pre-cum rolling back up into her nostrils, across her cheeks, and into her lashes, Nick looked down at her almost as if he was ashamed. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine, sweetie... wow... you really got my throat good. Won't be able to sing for a few days, I think..." Lindsey admitted. "Oh yeah?" Nick asked, intrigued. "Fuck my pussy that hard... okay?" Lindsey demanded. Nick started to slap the head of his cock all over Lindsey's face. "But by all means... slap your cock on my face first," she said, giggling at the sensation of being hit multiple times by his engorged head, more of their mess speckling across her already messy features and causing her to whimper out a few times. Nick didn't need clarification to fuck Lindsey Stirling. His head was spinning, his balls aching for release. He didn't know how much longer it would take for him to cum, but he knew it wouldn't be long. He just hoped Lindsey would come first. As he climbed on top of the naked hip-hop violinist and positioned his throbbing head at the base of her messy opening, Nick found himself suddenly taken aback by the sight of Lindsey Stirling's ruined face staring back up at him anxiously. Had he really done that to her, he wondered? Had his sexual prowess, his animalistic desire really reduced the innocent Mormon to such a raccoon-eyed slut? Her tears were what did it. It was just a natural reaction of the human body, and so pornographic a site to see... but to see Lindsey Stirling like that made him almost feel guilty. He pushed into her finally, causing her to scream out. "Oh... fuck! Nick!" she cried out, her back arching, her body clamping down on Nick and squeezing his member, almost to the point of eruption, Nick moaning out. He turned back and looked down at Lindsey beneath him as he started to buck in and out of her, the sloppy sounds of their bodies clashing together filling the room, the smell of sex biting into both of their nostrils. But Nick, while still under Lindsey's intoxicating smell, her aroma still filling the air, couldn't take his eyes off her face. "Are you okay?" she asked, genuinely as he continued to push in and out of her. "I just... I can't believe I did that to you... you look so... so..." he trailed off. "Slutty?" she asked, honestly. "I was going to say disheveled..." he admitted, ashamed. "But you were thinking slutty," Lindsey stated. "I was." "You can call me names if you want. It gets me off too," Lindsey admitted, smiling devilishly up at him. "You look like a little whore, Lindsey," he admitted. "Yeah?" He started to fuck her a little hard and a little faster as Lindsey started to buck back against him, wanting to take him. It was invigorating, taking his cock, getting fucked by it. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him deeper inside of herself, reaching up and pulling him into a gentle, erotic, but deeply pornographic and sloppy kiss. Nick pushed inside of her faster and faster causing Lindsey to cry out over and over like an animal, reaching up to claw into his chiseled chest. She was a vessel for his pleasure, but she needed him also in order to orgasm herself. It was so carnal, so raw, that Lindsey lost herself completely and just became a fuck-doll for Nick and her self. "That's right, Nick! Fuck me!" Her orgasm continued to build inside of her, would be the first real one that a man had caused to erupt inside of her like this in years. It would explode and rippled through her, and Lindsey wasn't sure if she'd be able to handle it when it happened, hoping nobody in he her band could hear her through the walls moaning like the whore she was. As Nick continued to fuck her, harder and harder, he reached down and started to rub Lindsey's clit too, in shock that she could be so sensual, so raw, so... slutty. And as she continued to get pounded, Lindsey found herself wandering back to Devin, and her steamy romps with him, suddenly remembering one of the more taboo ideas he had suggested to her after they parted ways romantically, albeit on amicable terms. "Where's my phone?" she suddenly asked. "Why?" "I want to call someone..." Lindsey said. "Right now? You're having sex!" he exclaimed. "You think I don't know that... you're inside me. Here... hand me my phone, it's in my pocket over there," she said, reaching out and reaching for it, Nick fishing for it and handing it to her. Lindsey opened her contacts as Nick slowed down. "No, keep fucking me," she said, finding Devin's number and calling it. "Yeah?" he asked. Lindsey nodded and put the phone to her ear while Nick continued to fuck her wildly. "Hello?" she heard her ex-boyfriend say. "Hey! It's me... it's me... oh god..." Lindsey kept trying to say, the sensation of Nick pushing in and out of her as quickly as he had been going making it very difficult to concentrate on anything but how horny she was and how badly she wanted to come. "Are you okay?" Devin asked, confused. "I'm doing something... you said you always wanted me... to call you... if it happened again..." Lindsey tried to get out, panting like a dog in heat, continuing to get fucked. "Oh my god! Are you... are you having sex?" Devin asked, shocked on the other end of the line. "I'm getting fucked, Devin... hard too... like a fucking whore!" Lindsey shouted out. "Oh my god... this is unreal..." he said. "I know... is this too much?" she asked. Nick pulled out of her and flipped her over, spanking her across her little rear and then pushing into her glistening opening from behind. She cried out to Devin as Nick gripped her tiny, supple breasts and pulled her body back to his. He slammed into her, thrusting and thrusting, Lindsey groaning to her ex-boyfriend on the phone while she got taken doggy-style. "Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes! Oh my god!" Lindsey kept panting breathlessly. Nick lost himself in the sensation of taking his YouTube crush like a porn-star while her ex-boyfriend listened, while she continued to describe to him in vivid detail what it was he was doing to her, and how he was fucking her and using her for his own pleasure. He'd spank her, every few moments, and pull her hair, Lindsey reveling in the treatment and sensing her impending orgasm about to erupt deep inside her most private place. "Oh, shit... Nick... Devin! I'm coming! I'm coming!" "Oh, honey... come for me," she heard her ex-boyfriend say over the phone. "Come for me, baby!" Nick kept saying, fucking her harder and harder, yanking her hair back and picking up the pace, their bodies slapping together passionately, Nick like a heavy piston stuck on overdrive. "Fuck! Here it comes!" Lindsey screamed as her orgasm splintered inside of her and rippled through her body, her pussy feeling like pure ecstasy. It was a euphoric high Lindsey had not been prepared to feel, her orgasm shooting out like electricity and causing her whole body to go rigid as wood. Her back arched and she began to squirt all over the bed, which made her scream. The feeling of her cum rushing out of her made her knees wobble, her whole body exploding into orgasm while causing her toes to go numb right at the tips. It made her howl out like an animal. Nick felt her body clamp down on his, which almost caused his own orgasm to explode, which he specifically didn't want quite yet. As hot as it would have been to cum inside of her at the same time, to fill up the whirling diva with his semen, there had always been something else he wanted to do with the Mormon slut. When Nick pulled out of her, his cock throbbing and about to erupt, he flipped Lindsey back onto her back and showed himself to her, his cock dripping and aching. "Devin... Nick... I haven't come like that in years," she said panting, her face still a mess, body glistening in sweat, her eyes fixated on his cock. "You ready for my cum?" he asked her. Lindsey bit her lip nervously and nodded, her body still plagued by the aftershocks of her own orgasm, like the ripples left in a pond after being disturbed by a throwing stone. "Devin used to cum on my stomach..." she said. "Remember, we used to joke that your website Stomp on Lindsey should be called Cum on Lindsey," she heard Devin snickering into the phone. "I want to give you a facial," Nick said, slowly stroking his cock at the sight of her face. "A facial..." Lindsey repeated anxiously. "Yeah, you know what that is?" Nick asked, breathlessly. "Oh my god... is he really going to do that to you, honey?" Devin asked in her ear, Lindsey pretty sure she could hear him breathing heavier and stroking his own cock on the other end of the phone call, the thought exciting her. "Yeah... it's where a guy comes on a girl's face," Lindsey admitted, slightly embarrassed. "That okay?" Nick asked. Lindsey considered the thought of letting any man come on her face, wondering if it was really as degrading an act as she was raised to believe, or if she could find some enjoyment out of it. She certainly always liked how the girls' faces looked after they got covered in cum in the videos Devin used to send her. "Yeah," Lindsey said, nodding, feeling nervous about the whole thing. "Oh man... send me a picture," Devin said. "Come here," Nick said, tossing a pillow onto the floor and leading Lindsey onto her knees on top of the pillow so that they wouldn't hurt. Lindsey put one of her hands in her lap nervously, keeping the phone to her ear with the other. Her eyes locked on Nick's aching member, which he stroked feverishly at her face, his hand rushing up and down his slippery shaft, which dripped with pre-cum, her own orgasm, and saliva. "I can't believe I'm going to do this..." Lindsey said. "You'll look so beautiful afterward, I promise," Nick said. He tilted her chin up, up-turning her face to make an easier target to hit, her great big, innocent eyes staring back at him, just begging to be sealed shut. "I hope so..." "You ready?" Nick said, steadying her head with one hand, stroking with the other. "Yeah... cum on my face, sweetie," Lindsey begged. "You sure?" Nick asked, stroking faster and faster, groaning out, feeling his balls boiling at this point, ready to overflow and shoot out of his cock. "Yes. I am... I want a great big, sticky facial," Lindsey said, reaching up to massage his balls, loving the fact that her touch caused him to groan. "Tell me you want cum on your face," Nick practically demanded. "I want cum on my face!" Lindsey said, giggling, reveling in the sensation of hearing her ex-boyfriend stroking his own cock on the other end of the call. Nick cried out like an animal and gripped Lindsey's hair just as she seemed like she might flinch and try and dodge his cum at the very last second. "Fuck! Here it comes!" he screamed. The first rope of Nick's semen rushed euphorically out of his balls and shot directly out of the tip of his cock, flying out into the air right over the hip-hop violinist's up-turned face and landing with an audible splat across it. It streaked across her forehead, down into her lashes, effectively sealing her eye shut, down across her nose, and the top of her lips. It caused her to flinch, but Nick held her steadily in place as he sent another thick rope shooting up over her lips, followed by a second, leaving the mess to slide down her chin and dangle off of it while he turned her face to the side and began white-washing her cheeks with his draining orgasm. "Oh... Nick..." she whimpered. He turned up to her forehead next and unleashed a healthy burst of thick sperm across her virgin skin, the semen pooling against her complexion, another thick rope blasting out like a rocket and splattering across her forehead and into her hair. It felt like his balls were literally draining, and that somehow the YouTube star's face was magnetically intensifying his orgasm, as if it were somehow mystically drawing the semen right from his balls to her face. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. Meanwhile, Lindsey rubbed her pussy slowly as he continued to paint her up in his seed, feeling another jet catch across her other brow and the mess spilling into her lashes. When he finally started to give, shaking off the last speckles and drops across her face and hair, he released his grip on her. "Oh man..." he said, collapsing. "Wow... you really covered me..." Lindsey said, still feeling another mini orgasm rippling through her body, the cumshot intensifying it as it rippled through her. "How do you feel?" Nick asked, staring back at Lindsey's cum-streaked face as she struggled to look through even one of her sealed eyes at him. "Well... that was a first..." she admitted, her face looking as though it had just been frosted with thick, creamy icing or warm custard that dripped off her features. "You like it?" "I like that you did it to me. I like that you got to act out your biggest fantasy... but it feels a little degrading I think... just to be completely honest," she said, looking up at Nick, wondering what he really thought of her. "Please... send a picture, Lindsey. I'm begging you," Devin kept begging her. "Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't do it for that reason just a little... but mostly because I wanted to see what you looked like," Nick admitted. "Well, Devin wants to see," she said, taking her phone and switching the camera mode on. The image of her cum-splattered face, of the thick strands dangling almost six inches off of her chin and swinging off her face really took her aback. "Well... I look like a proper little cum-slut," Lindsey giggled, framing her facial candid and then snapping off the slutty evidence and sending it off to Devin.