8 comments/ 32528 views/ 7 favorites Drummer Love By: Edge23 The band had performed mostly their own stuff along with their four or five covers. That was the opposite of most bands, who played mostly covers and not much of their own stuff. They were currently in the middle of a cover of Puddle of Mudd's "Control." The K, the lead singer, was belting out "I need to feel you, you need to feel me!" His voice was loud and gravelly. His fingers flew over the strings of the lead guitar, playing like his life depended on it. Big Luke, the bass player, was thumping his guitar, throwing in intricate rhythms not in the original song. Willis, the drummer, kept perfect time, his arms blurs as they moved from cymbals to drums and back. He was the one she noticed first. Ashley had gone to the concert with some girl friends of hers, thinking it would be good to get out for a night. Finals were coming up and the stress was building. She thought that one night out, rocking out hard, would be good for her. Her friend's were all ogling over The K. He was the leader of the group. He was five foot ten, had shaggy hair and a stubbly little goatee. All the girls loved him. Ashley thought he was good looking enough, but there was something about the drummer that caught her eye. Big Luke, on the other hand, was the groupie magnet. Six foot two, probably two hundred ten pounds, by her guess. A small Mohawk ran down the middle of his head, every couple of strands a different color. For some reason, the groupies flocked to him. Of course The K didn't had a couple, but he was in a serious relationship, so he kept groupies to a minimum. They finished the song and The K took the mic. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are Energy Overdrive. Have you had a good time tonight?" The crowd, Ashley included, screamed and hollered. "All right! We have time for one more tune, then our time's up!" The crowd booed, wanting to hear more of Energy Overdrive. They had been the best band on the ticket so far. The noise grew quiet as the band rearranged themselves. Willis came out from behind his drum set; The K was switching their guitars for acoustic versions. Big Luke came back from the side curtain carrying three stools. The K and Big Luke took the end stools, Willis taking the middle. Willis was by no means a big guy. Five foot eight, maybe a hundred and fifty pounds, he had glasses and a full goatee and mustache. His hair was slicked back from the sweat he produced while playing drums. He wore a plain white tank top despite the fact his arms weren't large. 'They ARE quite well defined, though' Ashley thought to herself, pushing her way to the front. Baggy blue jean shorts and old school Converse Chuck Taylors completed his outfit. He did NOT look like he should be in a rock band. If you cleaned him up and put him in some decent clothes, he might look like a young businessman. Willis took the mic from the stand, looking over at The K. The K smiled and nodded at him and mouthed the words, "Go for it, dude." Willis took a deep breath and spoke for the first time all night, not counting backing vocals. "Hi...um, hi." He said, obviously nervous. "As you all know, a couple of days from now is the anniversary of the death of Stevie Ray Vaughn." A cheer and some applause went up at the mention of the music legend. "In tribute to one of the greatest guitarists of all time, not to mention someone we consider a major influence, we'd like to play one of his songs. I'm the guy who's usually back there pretending to play the drums, but K here said that I should sing the song. He's in charge, so here goes nothing." The K started in on acoustic, followed shortly by Big Luke on his acoustic bass. The hall went eerily quiet, the crowd not knowing what to make of the change in styles. The K had his eyes closed, having played the song so many times that it was habit by now. Big Luke was not only playing the strings of his bass, he was thumping a quiet rhythm on the side. Willis smiled at everyone and took a deep breath. To say his voice was surprising would have been an understatement. It was loud and clear, not gruff like The K's. You'd better leave, You'd better leave my little girl alone The crowd gave a slight cheer at the tune. Willis smiled with his eyes closed, starting the next line. You better leave You'd better leave my little girl alone Willis opened his eyes, having mastered his nervousness at being in front for a change. He looked around the room, trying to look in everyone's eyes. Lord, before I get evil man And I go and do something wrong. His eyes swept the front row. Ashley could have sworn that he looked at her a second longer than everyone else, but it was hard to tell. You call my house just yesterday I picked up the extension and I heard every word you say Ashley swayed to the music, the tune working into her mind. She watched as Willis rocked back and forth slightly, tapping a pattern on his thigh with one hand, the other holding the mic. He smiled at everyone, still looking around the room. Ashley found herself wanting him to look at her again. Why don't you just go? Man and leave my little girl alone. Lord before I get evil man And I go and do something wrong The K stood up from his stool, his fingers indistinct lines as he played his solo. Big Luke also stood up, plucking out the bass line with no problems. Big Luke was playing for the girls now. A cluster of them was at his side of the stage. He kneeled down in front of them, showing off his dexterity. Willis had remained on his stool, content to let the other two have the attention. The K was attracting the wannabe guitar players. Even players from the other bands were watching him, envious of his obvious talent. Willis watched The K momentarily and then returned his eyes to the crowd. That's when he noticed her. The crowd had parted around her, almost as if Moses was nearby. One half was the guys were watching The K, the other half the girls watching Big Luke. This one girl in particular, was watching him. And he wasn't even doing anything. The K looked over at him, wordlessly asking for more playing time. Willis smiled and nodded, willing to let himself merely look at this girl with the flashing green eyes. K went into a solo that he had worked out some time ago, with Big Luke merely playing along at this point. The girls were impressed and that was all he cared about. K was grinding some pretty intense sounds out of his acoustic. Willis grinned, having heard this solo before. K had once played almost twenty minutes on this one. How he could do that and not have his fingers all bloody and raw was beyond Willis. Willis looked back at the girl in the front row. She was smiling at him. He smiled back, an honest smile for once, not one aimed at the "drummer groupies." She certainly didn't look like a groupie. She didn't look like a complete whore, for one thing. She had...an innocent thing about her. He found that very appealing. He got up from his stool and made his way to the front of the stage. He began shaking hands and slapping palms as people congratulated him. He got to the green-eyed girl and noticed she also had light red hair. 'Oh man,' he thought to himself. 'An angel in disguise.' He held his hand out to her and she took it and wrapped her fingers around his. He held on a couple of seconds longer than necessary, but he didn't mind. He turned and looked at The K, who nodded back. The nod meant another couple of bars and they could finish the song. Willis reluctantly took his hand back, smiling at her again. As The K started back into the song, he seamlessly merged his voice with the guitar. You call my house All hours of the night Let me tell you mister, That's a sure, sure way to start a fight. Willis was now singing to her. Oh, sure, his voice reached everyone else, but he was looking only at her. He felt like she was looking into him with those eyes. She was still swaying to the music. He watched her, enjoying her form with his eyes. Why don't you just go on? Man and leave my little girl alone Lord before I get evil man And I go And do something They paused, just like they planned. They like to do that, feeling that it increased the anticipation. And couple of beats was all, but it made all the difference in the world. Wrong He held it out, his voice going up and down, getting louder and softer. The K and Big Luke were simply jamming at this point. Thirty seconds later, they let the song end. The applause was overwhelming to Ashley. She clapped louder and harder than she ever thought she would for a local band. The three stood up, smiles covering their faces from ear to ear. Willis grabbed the arms closest to him and raised them over his head. The crowd got even louder, if that was possible. They hugged on stage, throwing picks into the audience. Willis went back to his drum set and grabbed a pair of his spare drumsticks. He walked up to the front of the stage and handed them to the green-eyed girl. Her eyes got big as saucers and she smiled at him and said "Thank you!" He couldn't hear her of course, but he got the message. They relinquished the stage, letting the MC take over, thanking everyone for coming and hoping they had a good time. K and Big Luke grabbed their guitars and headed for their dressing room. This was the one thing Willis was jealous of. He had five drums, four cymbals, sticks, pedals and everything else to take care of. It was habit by now, though. He wasn't even really thinking as he packed everything up. His sure hands packed everything quickly and efficiently. K and Luke came back to help him load everything into Luke's van. Once everything was loaded, Luke and K, along with K's girlfriend, came back in and grabbed their stuff out of the dressing room. "Good show, dude. That last song was awesome." The K was smiling at Willis, obviously really jacked because the show went so well. "We're all gonna grab some chow. You want to come along?" Willis shrugged. "Nah, go ahead. I'm just gonna hang out for a bit, grab a shower and then walk home. Thanks, though. Practice tomorrow or no?" That was Willis, always the one to remember the commitments. "No way, dude. After tonight, I think we can take a couple days off." Willis nodded in response, understanding the reasoning. "Monday, though. For sure. I need to work on some new solos." They all laughed, knowing K probably had twenty or so "homemade" solos in his head already. "Monday, then. You guys have a good night." The high fived each other and the guitarist and the bassist walked out, pulling the door shut behind them. Once the door was shut, Willis felt himself start to shake, the adrenaline leaving his system. He needed to get some sugar into his system or he was going to crash hard. He grabbed some change from his bag and went in search of a vending machine. *** Ashley was with her girlfriends after the concert, clutching the drum sticks possessively. "I can't believe he gave those to you, Ash." One of her friends said. "Yeah," another agreed. "Maybe he wanted to see you backstage." They laughed at her as the blush crept up her face. "No," she replied. "I'm sure he gives them away to someone after each show. Like the guitar picks." "Well, we're all ready to head home. Great concert, though. You coming, Ash?" She had to ask because Ashley was notorious for walking home. There were enough police and everything after a concert like this that it wouldn't be a problem for her to walk the six blocks home. "You guys go ahead. I'm feeling kinda hungry. I'm gonna see if I can find something to eat." Of course, she would probably just find a vending machine and grab a candy bar. "Okay. Knock yourself out. We'll see you later." The group of girls walked out, leaving Ashley to hold her new drumsticks, looking at the stage. She felt a rumble in her stomach and stopped a janitor if there was a vending machine nearby. He gave her the directions and she thanked him and walked off. *** "Stupid machine!" Willis was rocking the machine, hitting it with his palms and giving it evil glares. It had taken his money and his candy bar was hanging on by the end of the wrapper. "Christ on a crutch! God. I wonder if there's a hammer around here anywhere, he asked, wondering if a vending machine could be threatened. He was taken completely by surprise when a voice from his left asked, "Need some help?" He turned and his jaw dropped when he saw the green eyed girl. She still had his drumsticks in her hand. "No. Yes. Well, this stupid thing won't give me my candy bar." She walked up next to him and looked. "You like those, too" she asked. He nodded. "Yeah and I'd like one now, but this devil machine won't give me one. She slid up close next to him and put her money in the machine. She pushed the buttons for that candy bar and two of them fell out. She bent over and retrieved them. "See? Piece of cake." She unwrapped hers and grinned as she took a big bite. "I'm Ashley, by the way." She started to put out her hand and then remembered that she was still holding his...HER drumsticks. She tucked them into her back pocket and put her hand out. "Willis. Um. Actually, just call me Will. Willis is just a thing for the band. Nice to meet you. And thanks for your help with the candy bar." He held onto her hand, smiling at her. After a few seconds, he started. "Oh. Sorry about your hand." He let it drop, taking a bite of his candy bar to cover his embarrassment. "Mm. Good candy bar." She smiled back at him. "Yeah, it is. So, if you don't mind me asking, I thought all the bands were gone. What are you still doing here?" "Well, a friend's dad owns the place. He lets me stay as long as I want. That's real nice of him, since I don't like going home straight after a show. Too worked up, you know. And, with my low blood sugar thing, it's good to be able to get candy like this and not worry about something happening on the way home." "Oh. That makes sense. Low blood sugar? Yeah. Something bad could happen on the way home. And we wouldn't want that, would we?" "No," he chuckled. "'We' wouldn't. Look, I was heading back to the dressing room. You wanna come along?" He saw her eyes get real big. "Wait. That's not what I meant. Really. Oh, God. I can't believe I just said that. Look. Never mind. Let's pretend I didn't say that." "Whoa there, Tiger. You wanna try that again?" She laughed at him, watching him trying to cover for himself. She knew that wasn't what he meant, or at least she thought she knew. Will took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "What I meant, was: I would like some company and was wondering if you would like to keep me company, in a non-sexual way, of course." He was covering his eyes with his hands, trying to keep himself from saying something else stupid. "Of course," she said. "Will, I would like to keep you company. Now. Take your hands off your eyes and show me to the dressing room." He grinned sheepishly. After thinking for about half a second, he decided to be bold and take her hand. He was relieved when she didn't protest. "This way." He led her back through the hallways to the dressing room that Energy Overdrive had been given. He breathed on the cheap plastic star that was on the door and wiped it with the bottom of his shirt. "Yep. This is where you get to the big time. A plastic sheriff star on the door." He grinned as she laughed. He turned the doorknob and pushed, the door sticking slightly as it opened. Ashley took in the dressing room with one look. There were five chairs and a small table. That was it. There was a curtain on the wall at the back of the room. "Boy. You 'big stars' sure get the royal treatment, don't you?" He laughed at her remark and went to his backpack. "I got something here that will impress you. Two bottles of...water." He held up two bottles of spring water and offered her one. She took it with a chuckle. "Is this your idea of wining and dining? If it is, it leaves a lot to be desired." He laughed again, shaking his head. "No. If I were wining and dining you, I'd be taking you somewhere fancy, like McDonald's or something. Us rock stars are just swimming in the dough." She laughed at him this time, finding a chair to sit on. "Careful," he said. "That chair is kinda wobbly. We make K's girlfriend sit there since she's like four foot two and weighs twelve pounds." She rocked back and forth, the chair making squeaking noises. She stopped suddenly, her blush moving up her face again. "Yeah," he said. "That's how me and Luke think it got that way. K and his girlfriend, I mean." Ashley looked at the chair she sat on, wrinkled up her nose and stood up. "Anything else about the furniture I should know?" She eyed each chair, trying to find some hidden flaw with them. "Nah. Oh. Don't lean on the table. It wobbles back and forth, too." She nodded in understanding. She picked another chair, this one more comfortable. She rocked on it experimentally, but it made no sounds. "So. What does a rock star like you do after a show? I mean, in all honesty, I figured all three of you would be fighting off the groupies with a stick." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to make it look like she was looking at the wall. She grinned a little as he looked at her. "Please. Groupies? That's Luke's thing. I swear that the guy must have more sex than me K put together. And K's got a girlfriend that he swears jumps him every night. That's saying something." Will went back to his bag, rearranging clothes, digging out the plastic bag that held his soap and shampoo. "Well, that takes care of K and Luke, but what about you? I mean, girls always want the drummer, so..." Will chuckled, not looking up. "No, they want the bass player. That's why Luke's dick is going to fall off before he's 25. Diseases and all." Will stood up and pulled off his tank top. Ashley took a chance to look at his body while his eyes were obscured, looking away as he got the shirt over his head. 'Good Lord,' she thought to herself. 'Either drumming is really good for you or he works out.' She felt a slight warmth spreading through her body. The half naked man in front of her was turning her on. Will sat back down and untied his shoes and threw them into a corner, followed by his socks, which he had put into a plastic bag. "You do NOT want to smell those," he said to her. "Chemicals weapons inspectors have been coming around looking for those." She laughed, causing him to smile. Will grabbed at each side of his neck, massaging the muscles. He groaned and rolled his head backwards. "Are you all right?" He nodded with his eyes closed. "We practiced a new song a couple of days ago and my shoulders still haven't gotten the hang of it yet. We played it tonight about half way through the set and I thought my arms were going to fall off." Ashley got up and walked around behind him, moving his hands. "Here. Let me do it." He sighed and murmured his thanks. Ashley dug in, squeezing hard, afraid she would hurt him. "So. Which song does this to your shoulders?" "'Party Till You Puke' by Andrew W. K. I mean, it's a good song, but it's killer on the shoulders. Arms are swinging the entire time and it's fast. If I had another week to practice, I'd probably be okay by now, but no. Luke wanted to play the song tonight and K said it would be cool." He shrugged, bunching the muscles in his neck, then letting them fall. "This is great, Ashley. Thanks a lot." "Sure. Anything else need it?" 'Aside from me,' she thought to herself. 'Oh. Bad Ashley.' She was sure he could tell she was blushing. He thought for a second and said "Yeah. Right here. Where the shoulders meet the chest. They're starting to tighten up." "Okay." She moved around in front of him, putting her thumbs into the spot he had indicated. "Here?" He nodded again, so she began squeezing, which was awkward from where she was standing. She hunched down, but that hurt her back. "Okay. This is not working. I need to be lower." Drummer Love Will opened his eyes and looked around, looking for the nearest chair. He was surprised when Ashley straddled his knees and sat on his legs near the knees. "This will work, unless it hurts your legs?" He blinked at her a few times and then shook his head. "Good. This is a better angle." She dug in again, pushing hard. Will groaned and nodded when she looked at him questioningly. He rolled his head back again, feeling the muscles in his shoulders loosening up. He took a deep breath and let it out, feeling the tension leave his chest and shoulders thanks, in part, to Ashley's wonderful massage. He pulled his head up and stopped as he felt his lips run into something soft. He opened his eyes and found Ashley leaned forward on his legs, kissing him with the softest lips he had ever felt. Ashley suddenly opened her eyes in shock. "Will. Oh my goodness. I'm. Um. Look. Sorry about that. I should go. That was. Um, I don't know what it was, but...yeah. I should um, go." She started to get up off his knees but he grabbed her hips, his arm and shoulder muscles rippling. She felt herself go weak in the knees watching his muscles move like that. "Ashley," Will said, breaking her concentration. "You don't have to go. I don't mind. I mean, I liked it. It was just...unexpected was all." He held her there, wanting another one. "You ...you liked it? Right," she said, crossing her arms. "Now you probably think I'm sort of groupie slut, don't you?" Will laughed at her, causing her to narrow her eyes. "No way, Tigress." He chuckled along with her as he turned her nickname for him back on her. "If you were a groupie, you would have been waiting for me...er...us...at the door, not wanting to talk to me or anything. You would've made a move a long time ago and been rather frustrated when I kicked you out. You didn't make a move, well, you did I guess, but I haven't kicked you out, have I?" "No, you didn't. You're not going to, are you?" He shook his head and she leaned in and kissed him again, this time pushing her tongue into his mouth. He moaned in response and added some tongue of his own. He pulled her forward onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. After a minute, he broke the kiss. "And besides. Groupies are never as beautiful as you are." She smiled at him and kissed him again, this time teasing him with her lips. He broke the kiss after a moment. "Um, look. I was going to take a shower, because I know I smell horrible. You, um, want to keep me company? There's a little bench outside the door you can sit on. If you want." Ashley felt her skin getting warm just thinking about him being naked. She nodded slowly, not sure she could speak. "Okay," he said. "Tell you what. I'll go start the water and get undressed and let you know when I'm getting in. That okay?" She nodded again and he nodded back. He walked back behind the curtain and started the water. Ashley heard him unzip his shorts and felt a spark run through her body. "Okay. I'm getting in." She heard a sliding door open and shut again, so she got up and walked through the curtain. The shower area was pretty small. There was a bench like he said and a small shower stall, barely three feet to a side, she guessed. "Thanks for keeping me company," he said, the opaque doors showing his form, but no details. "Sure," she answered. "Wait till my friends hear that I was in the shower with a rock star." He laughed and the stuck his head under the spray, rinsing out the shampoo. A soft 'ah' came through as he was running his hands through his hair. He cursed softly. "What's wrong," she asked. "I left my conditioner out there. Can you hand it in to me? It should be under my shorts." She moved his shorts and, sure enough, his conditioner was there. His shower gel was also out there, so she guessed that he would ask for that next. She smiled and said "Sure." Will parted the door slightly from the wall and stuck his hand out. Ashley stood off to the side, getting a pretty good view of his butt. 'Nice' she thought and handed him the conditioner. He mumbled his thanks" and squirted the stuff into his hand. He didn't think anything about leaving his conditioner out there. He did it fairly often, but usually there wasn't someone to hand it to him. He rinsed his hair again and looked for his gel. 'Oh, crap. It's out there too,' he though. 'Now I have to ask for that too. She probably thinks I'm doing this on purpose.' "Um, Ashley?" "Hmm," she said in response. "I, uh, left my shower gel out there too. I hate to ask, but could you get that for me too?" "Sure." Will spun around as the shower door opened and Ashley stood there, nude, holding his shower gel in her hand. "I'm sure I smell pretty bad after all that dancing. Can I shower too?" She had a wicked look in her eye. Will had known too many redheads to argue with that look. "Sure," he said. "Just let me get out and..." Ashley reached up and put a hand on his chest. "But I'll need someone to scrub my back. Can you do that for me?" The way she asked, innocently, really got to him. He felt his groin start to stiffen. "Um, sure," he said, shifting to the side so she could get under the spray. She set the gel on the corner shelf and stuck her head under the water, letting the warmth run over her body. She sighed and ran her hands through her hair. Despite her coming on to him, she really did feel kind of gross. Will pretty much pushed himself into a corner and tried not to look at her butt or her breasts as they swayed as she washed her hair. His staff had gone to full stiffness. He groaned inwardly as she turned to look at him, the white foam sliding quickly between her firm breasts. He wanted to be between them but couldn't believe this was actually happening. "Are you ready to scrub my back," she asked, picking up the bottle of gel. Will could only nod, his eyes not leaving the trail between her breasts. "Hold out your hands" she said. He did and she squirted a good amount of gel into them. He rubbed his hands together, warming the liquid. She turned her back to him and put her hands against the wall. He put his hands on her neck and began rubbing softly. She sighed, closing her eyes. He moved his hands to her shoulders and then further down her back, over the curves of her shoulder blades. He increased his pressure and she pushed back into his hands. He moved onto her lower back and she groaned. "Old back injury," she murmured over her shoulder. "This always feels good." He pushed harder, digging his thumbs into the columns of muscle that surrounded her spine. "Oh man," she said. "How are you so good at this?" He leaned closer so she would hear him, his voice going soft. "I was studying to be a massage therapist a couple of years ago." She nodded and pushed back into his thumbs. "Um, how's that? All scrubbed, I think." She looked at him over her shoulder and smirked. "You didn't get my behind." Will blinked a couple of times. "You...you want me to scrub your butt, too?" She smiled and nodded again. He put his hands on her tight, muscular behind and began rubbing his hands over it. She moaned again, pushing her cheeks into his hands. He ran his fingers into the top of her crack, stopping there. Foam was falling between her cheeks. He was sure his shaking erection would explode it he touched her again. "How's that?" "Oh, that's very good," she said. "Do you need scrubbed too?" He swallowed hard and nodded. She smiled and pushed her butt against his crotch, wiggling side to side, moving up and down, trapping his shaft between her cheeks. Will fell against the wall behind him. He clamped his eyes shut, the sensations driving him out of his mind. She suddenly stopped and Will fought to catch his breath. "Well, you're all scrubbed. Could you help me by scrubbing me somewhere else?" She turned and looked at him, lust filling her eyes, causing them to glow in the light. "Where...where did you have in mind?" He kept himself braced against the wall. She smiled in answer and grabbed the bottle of gel again. She knelt in front of him and squirted some gel into her hand. She grabbed his shaft and began pumping. She avoided the head as much as possible. The cool gel along with her warm hand caused his breath to catch in his throat. "Nice and slick. I think that will do," she said. She reached down and wrapped her breasts around his cock. Will could only look down at her in shock. He had met her less than an hour ago and now she was in his shower, letting him tittyfuck her. She began moving her breasts up and down, touching the top of his shaft with her fingers. Her pace was slow, letting the head touch her chin before moving back up. She began moving faster, moaning softly and bending her head forward, sticking out her tongue. Each pass moved the underside of his head against her rough tongue. Will began pumping between her breasts, his breath coming out only as jerks of his chest. It felt like hours, but couldn't have been that long. He felt her fingers move, touching the head with each stroke. That did it. He felt himself swell and managed to gasp out "Cumming" before he exploded, his eyes clamping shut, fireworks appearing on the inside of his eyelids. Ashley moaned as the first burst landed on her tongue. She grabbed the purple head in her mouth and kept stroking him. Glob after glob landed in her mouth. She had never felt so much in her mouth at one time. She couldn't hold it all. It leaked out the side of her mouth and ran onto her chin. She gave him a couple more sucks and then looked up at him, smiling. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. This absolutely gorgeous woman was smiling at him, on her knees, his cock in her hand and his cum on her chin. He felt his shaft twitch again, refusing to soften. He reached down and pulled her up and kissed her hard, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She moaned into his mouth, tangling her tongue with his. He moaned in response, tasting himself on her. 'Hm. So it IS kinda salty' he thought to himself. She turned her head to the water, letting the sticky fluid rinse off her face. When she turned back around, he pushed her into the wall, eliciting a groan. He kissed her again, moving his lips down her jaw, biting onto her neck. She gasped, feeling the pinching of her skin between his teeth. Will lowered himself to his knees, kissing his way down. He grabbed both breasts in his hands. He licked one and pinched the other and switched sides. "Oh. Oh. OH!" she said, the last coming when he clamped his teeth onto her rock hard nipple. He licked his way to her navel and nibbled on the bottom of her ribcage. She sighed in both places. When he got to his destination, it struck him that her mound was bald. Not a single hair in sight. He moved his face to the spot where her pubic hair should be and nuzzled it. He licked and kissed her empty patch, sliding his hands around to her behind, squeezing its firmness. Keeping one hand on her ass, he brought the other back around and gently lifted her knee onto his shoulder. He lowered his head and brought his tongue to her bud. She yelped from surprise. She grabbed a handful of his hair, subtlety guiding his movements. Will pushed a finger up under the skin covering her clit. He moved his finger back and forth, not actually touching the nub, just around it, driving her crazy with anticipation. He ran a finger from his other hand in circles around her lips. Ashley groaned and pushed toward his hands, wanting to feel them inside her. He pulled his fingers down, still keeping the contact, making her groan again, this time in frustration. He smiled up at her from his knees, relishing her frustration. He touched her clit ever so lightly, making her jump from the contact. She pushed her pelvis forward, offering her sex to him. He plunged a finger into her wetness. Ashley moaned, bucking against his finger. She began rocking forward and backward on it, pleasing herself. On the next rock forward, Will grabbed her clit with his lips, sucking on it, pulling it down. Ashley felt her leg buckle, using the wall to keep her balance. She felt the warmth spread through her body, followed by shots of ecstasy as Will curled his fingers, searching for her spot. Her whole body suddenly froze, her breathing stopping. Her back arched and she cried out "Will! Yes! Oh dear God! Will!" Will sucked on her, drinking her in. He licked up into her tunnel, clearing out any lingering juices. He stood up, looking her in those sparkling eyes. He offered his fingers to her and she clamped her mouth onto his index finger, savoring her own taste. She cleaned that off and did the same for the middle finger. He leaned in to kiss her, pinning her against the wall. When he broke the kiss, she grabbed his still hard cock in her hand and jerked it a couple of times. She smirked at him. "Think you can find somewhere to put this?" Will kissed her and grabbed her ass again, this time, lifting her off the floor. Ashley wrapped her legs around his waist, his muscular arms easily supporting her weight. She reached down and helped guide him into her passage and he buried himself in her in one thrust. They kissed again, tongues wrestling. Will started moving in her, starting slowly. Ashley wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning back against the wall. Will leaned down and licked and sucked her breasts. She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward. Her pussy shifted around his cock pushing her clit into his pubic bone. She growled against clenched teeth, trying to keep that feeling. Will quickened his pace, his back and butt muscles tensing and releasing. Ashley pulled his head to her mouth, biting his earlobe. He hissed in response, speeding up even more. He was almost pounding her into the wall. He wished he could use his hands, but they were holding her off the floor. He dug his fingernails into her firm ass, bringing a hiss from her. He smiled at her, water running down his face. Ashley reached down and played with her clit. She rubbed it furiously, wanting to release again, this time on his staff. Will leaned back, giving her room to use her hand since he couldn't use his own. He pounded her for what felt like days. Ashley felt her orgasm approaching fast, as did Will. He closed his eyes and said "Ashley, I'm going to cum. Do I need to stop?" Ashley smiled. 'He's a gentleman.' "No way, baby. Give it to me. Cum in Ashley's pussy." That did it. She felt him twitch inside her, pulsing with orgasm. She felt the warm sticky stuff enter her pussy and that set her off. They cried out together, words turning into grunts and whines. Will felt his cock shrinking now, pulling its head out of her wetness. He gently set her back down, making sure she could stand. They looked at each other. Ashley smiled first. Will followed with a smile of his own. They helped each other clean up. They found that shower gel had another use: it was good for removing cum from the skin. Ashley giggled at this. Will just smiled and shook his head. *** Will and Ashley made their way back to the main room, both wrapped in towels. They tossed their clothes down, Will tossing his near his bag, Ashley throwing hers on the floor. Will, covered with sweat from the heat of the shower, not to mention his 'exertions,' sat down on the most convenient chair, which was K's 'squeaky chair.' At the moment, though, he was with Ashley and that was all that mattered. Luke could have his groupies and K could have his girlfriend. The same girlfriend he had offered to both Will and Luke. Luke had taken him up on it, but Will had declined. Ashley pulled her towel off and began rubbing her hair dry. Will couldn't help but notice, both her naked form and her breasts swinging and bouncing as she dried herself. He felt his cock try to rise, but the towel held it down. He also wasn't sure he would be able to a third time. Ashley stopped drying her bright red hair, running a hand through it. She smiled at him and he smiled back. She sat back down on his thighs, wrapping her towel around his head. She laughed and began rubbing his hair. From where she was, Will was only inches away from her succulent bosom. He surprised both her and himself as he took a nipple into his mouth and ground at it slightly with his teeth. 'Oh my God,' he thought. 'What am I doing?' 'Oh my goodness,' Ashley thought. 'What is he doing? He can't possibly...a third time?' She grabbed his head and pulled him closer, grinding herself into his crotch. She could feel his rod hardening, but being confined by the towel. She dragged her legs across his thighs, nibbling on his earlobe. Will groaned and reached down to his crotch, brushing Ashley's clit. She stood slightly and he pulled the towel open, letting his semi-erect member bob free. Ashley grabbed his shaft and held it upright, sliding it across her entrance. Will moaned along with her. She positioned the head at her opening and slowly lowered herself to the hilt. The looked each other in the eyes as Ashley moved slowly back and forth, using only the slightest movements. There was no hurry to this lovemaking: this was about passion now, not lust. Will moved his hands up and down her back and her sides, cupping her cheeks. Ashley held on to his shoulders, leaning her face down to his, both of them sharing a soft, intense kiss. No wrestling tongues, merely playing, toying with each other. They returned to looking in each other's eyes, losing themselves there. Her flashing green eyes matched by his bright blue ones. They may have stayed that way for thirty seconds or thirty minutes or even thirty days. Time had no meaning now. Only they mattered. When some time had passed, who could tell how long, Ashley felt small twinges in her groin. This was not an earth shattering orgasm like the two she had in the shower, but it was just as good. She felt all her tension melt away and rest herself in his arms. Will smiled into her hair, only slightly feeling her release. He felt his own excitation grow and his ejaculation hit, but it didn't matter to him. All the force was gone from his spurting, barely dribbling out. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight. She responded in kind, sighing softly into his neck. She got off his lap and used her towel to clean herself up. She smiled at him and he smiled back, although this smile had less energy behind it than the last one. She chuckled softly and said, "Come on, Tiger. Get dressed and I'll let you walk me home. And no, that's not an invitation for a fourth run." She laughed as he simply raised an eyebrow. "Fourth? I was lucky to survive the third." He got up from the chair, looking for his bag. He pulled out a black pocket t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He pulled those on and then his socks and shoes. He pulled a pen and a piece of paper out his bag and scribbled a note and left it on the desk. He then packed all his stuff back into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Ready?" Ashley sighed contentedly and nodded. They left with their arms around each other, leaning on each other's shoulders. They made their way to Ashley's apartment, only six blocks away. She let them in and they had a quick snack. Will never remembered what he ate that night? Morning? Whatever. It was enough to quiet his stomach. They held hands as they headed to the bedroom. They stripped each other playfully, planting soft kisses on each other's lips. They got into bed, curled up together and promptly fell asleep, dreaming only of each other.