28 comments/ 1523088 views/ 34 favorites Rock Chick By: Chris Cross Dante's was such a good club. Isn't it funny that it always seems to be the really good places that close down? Well, it's still there I suppose. It's got a different name now and you wouldn't recognise it at all. New owners, new decor, different music, different clubbers. Higher prices. But I'll always remember it as the rock club where I met her that night. The night she showed me the time of my life. Lydia. Sex goddess. Rock chick. I'd been living in Sheffield for two months, training with a multinational company that had a local office in the city. I was living in a bed & breakfast paid for by the company and had enjoyed exploring the city's night life. A friend from work called John told me about a small rock club that had opened about a month ago out in an old mill on the outskirts of the city. It was supposed to have a real good mix of music. Metal, rock, indie and even some chart stuff thrown together in such a way that you just didn't want to leave the dancefloor. Moshing one minute, bopping the next. And rock chicks have always turned me on. Yeah, your townies are all well and good; short skirts, high heels, skimpy tops, - you wouldn't kick 'em out of bed, y'know? But rock and goth chicks. More mysterious. Black, dark purple and red clothing, lace, leather, PVC, fishnets, boots, buckles, piercings, tattoos, eyeliner – attitude. Not just blonde sheep grazing their way across the dancefloor giggling inanely at anything and everything and blowing bloody whistles in time to a machine's 'drumbeat'. What can I say? Rock chicks do it for me. John and I went to Dante's that Saturday. We caught the bus and with my not knowing the area; by the time we got there I was pretty lost. It was worth it though – Dante's lived up to its reputation - good prices, damn fine music. We'd been there for over two hours (it was past 11.00pm) and I only came off the dancefloor to buy drinks or dispose of the one's I'd already drank. I was so caught up in the music that I'd almost forgotten about checking out the local talent. I'd noticed some really pretty and good looking girls (and the odd huffermoose) but they were all already with someone, together in a group or busy dancing. John was off chatting with somebody he knew at this point, so I was dancing on my own. Then she appeared. There were about twenty or so people dancing so I didn't see her coming (though I would later, but more on that in a while) she was just suddenly there as if she'd popped out of thin air. Which was kind of appropriate, as the track playing at the time was by Faith No More – From out of Nowhere (I kid you not). Arms held up above her, eyes demurely looking down then darting up to meet mine and sparkling in the coloured lights. Her hips swayed and gyrated as she danced in front of me, just within arms reach. Faith No More finished, seamlessly blending into another track, I can't remember which one. All my attention was on the girl in front – no. Where'd she gone? Ah. This girl behind me. I span around to face her again, matching her movements. She was light on her feet, swaying and turning with ease and grace. As I turned and found her, her stern expression broke into a dazzling smile. Something went off in my head like a firework and my heart did what felt like a triple backflip. I remember we danced our way through the track and then the DJ paused the music at the end of it to make a birthday announcement for someone. As the music stopped, so did she. She ran a hand through her short hair, all dark and spiky on top and Rock Chick I was a face in the crowd. The support act was playing away and the fans jumping up and down to the beat of the music. I stood near the back keeping my eye on the stage waiting for her to arrive. I've been to lots of her concerts, an anonymous face amongst the throngs of people. I'm happy when I see her as she runs onto the stage. She always looks into the crowd and I wonder if she can see me. Do her eyes really stare at me as she sings? A load of cheering and clapping signals the end of the support acts show. I haven't taken much notice of them but from the sounds of the crowd they must have been ok. This happens to me all the time. As I wait I blank everything else around me out. I hear nothing I see nothing. My body stiffens as the light in the room goes out and the music starts up. The guitar begins to play a solo and the others in the band join in as the tune progresses. The light suddenly comes on, a single spotlight shines down on her as she opens her mouth to sing. I stare at her and look into her eyes wondering if she can see me. I watch her body as it moves to the sound of the song she sings. The clothes she wears hug her slim body. Her breasts pushing at the top she wears. I can see her nipples erect as the excitement of the surroundings takes over her. Is she turned on by this adoration by all these people? I stare at her legs as the light shines through the thin skirt she is wearing. My body begins to ache, my penis becoming erect as she sings. She dances seductively as she sings and I swear she's doing it for me. Am I obsessed? I guess so. But she is all I dream for, childish I know but a man my age can fantasize. I sink inside myself transfixed by her beauty and dream of what her body is like beneath the clothes, what it feels like to touch her skin to taste her, to smell her, to kiss her. The music goes louder, my erection harder. I feel the blood draining through my body as my penis swells and then it ends the crowd scream and shout and clap. She walks off the stage and the lights come on. I can feel myself getting red in the face as my penis still bulges and throbs in my pants. I need to get out of the bright lights. I head towards the rear of the building and open a fire door. A cool breeze blows in at me and I begin to feel better as my heart rate slows down. Looking up the alley I see another door open further down and she steps out. The wind blows her hair, she turns and smiles at me and stares intently as if trying to read my mind. After a couple of minutes she walks back inside and the door slowly begins to close. I run to it and grab hold before it shuts. My hands are shaking, what am I thinking of doing? I walk inside, there's a corridor with rooms off to each side. Moving down the corridor I see one of the doors to the dressing rooms partially open. I peep inside through the slit in the door. She's there stood in front of a full length mirror. I can see she is wearing a dressing gown and it's open. I watch her in the mirror takes each breast in a hand and beigins to massage her breasts. I watch as her nipples begin to grow in size. She takes her right hand and slides it between her legs. It moves slowly back and forth her fingers sliding inside slowly and controlled. Her left hand continues to massage her nipples in turn. Removing her right hand that I could see was glistening, she places it inside her mouth and begins to suck her fingers tasting the juices on them. My penis, which had obviously swelled yet again, throbbed and I could feel the veins in it pulsing as the blood pumped inside. She takes her left hand and begins the same process with this only this time lifting her leg up onto a chair and opening wide. I watched the fingers delicately slide in and out of her wet pussy. I watched transfixed as she carried out this process a couple of times with each hand. I looked at her face in the mirror the pleasure evident in her face. I looked directly at her eyes and I could swear she could see me but said nothing. She slid the dressing gown off altogether and I gasped at the sight of her naked body. It was perfection itself. I stared at the curves and shape of her backside, this being one of my favourite parts of a woman's body. Just then a voice behind me said, "Are you going to stare all night or would you like to join her?" I turned around in shock that I'd been caught and was staring into the eyes of a stunning woman. "Sorry I got a bit lost I was looking for a toilet," I said. "That's okay," she said "but do you want to join her or not?" I must have looked like some stupid young kid caught by his mum with his dick in his hand but I just nodded my head. She pushed open the door for me and ushered me inside. I turned as the door closed and continued to watch as my rock star fantasy continued to play with herself without saying a word to me. I walked over to where she was and reached out to touch her soft white skin. She turned to me and put her wet fingers inside my mouth. I sucked on them greedily tasting her juices. With her left hand she unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down. I forced my shoes and my jeans off and lifted my top over my head. She leaned forward and kissed me slowly at first and then harder. I reached around her and grabbed her arse cheeks pulling her closer to me and tasted her juices on her tongue. I could feel my cock pressed hard against her and the throbbing intensified. She stepped back and went to her knees. Moving her head slowly in she took my cock inside her mouth and began to move her lips back and forth around the head flicking her tongue against it as she did. I felt the whole of my cock being absorbed by the warmth of her wet mouth as she slid it back and forth along the shaft. I could feel the cum building inside of me and my body tensed. Sensing this she moved her mouth away from my cock and lay back on a couch that was in the room. She pulled me towards her and guided my cock with her left hand inside of her. All this time she still hadn't said a word to me. I began to slowly ease my cock inside her and then again move it out slowly. Her pussy was tight and felt wonderful. I can't explain the feelings going through my body but it was similar to a small electric shock. I moved in and out increasing the pace and then slowing down. After about five minutes of this she pushed me gently off her and spun me around so that I was sat and lowering herself onto my cock she began the slow rhythm of movement of her hips. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and began to suck on it softly at first but then increased the pressure bit by bit until I was forcing it hard in between my lips. I felt her body begin to stiffen as she thrust harder onto me and then she screamed as the flood of warmth and wet covered my cock and balls. She fell against me panting and I eased her up and turned her around so that she was facing away from me and I grabbed her hips and began to move her back and forth on my cock increasing the tempo as I felt my orgasm building. My cock was throbbing hard as I felt that wonderful feeling building up from the balls and I grabbed hold of her around the waist and pulled her in tight to me as the cum built its way up my cock. I stiffened and as I did I felt her do the same as we both began to cum at the same time. My cock pulsed as the cum shot out of it and up inside her. Once sated, I relaxed back on the couch and she climbed off me. Dropping once again to her knees she licked and sucked my balls clean before leaning over and kissing me. She picked up her dressing gown, smiled at me put it on and walked out of the room. I lay there a big smile on my face. After 5 minutes the door opened and the second woman who'd first spoke to me walked in. She walked straight over to me leaned over, kissed me and then said "Time for you to go." With that she walked out and I dressed and left vowing to sneak backstage after all her concerts if that's what I'd get. Rock Chick "Get naked." Rock Chick "Harder! Fuck me harder!!" I thrust into her as hard as I could, now more aware of fighting against bouncing back up from the mattress in order to be able to push hard back into her again than of the feel of her pussy around my cock. It felt a little like trying to fuck on a trampoline and I briefly considered suggesting we move to the floor before deciding that there was no way I wanted something that felt this good to stop, even for something that might feel better. Instead I lowered my weight so my belly clapped against hers with each thrust, pinning her to the bed with my weight. Her legs crossed behind my back, pulling me into her with her heels. Braced better now, I could fuck her harder. My cock felt so hard I thought the skin might split and as I pumped in and out her pussy squitted and squelched, drenched now with her juices. Making a hungry noise, her lipstick smudged lips clamped on mine and we french-kissed, breathing hard through our noses. While kissing I could feel more sensation as her pussy tightly gripped my length. I was thrusting in balls deep and withdrawing almost entirely so I could ram my full length into her each time. The bed creaked repeatedly. Each thrust almost carried the sensation of first penetration and I enjoyed the confidence of being able to fuck her without worrying about cumming too soon. My balls were all but drained by Lydia's earlier attentions. Lydia broke her lips away from mine and they pulled back in a snarl from her gritted teeth as legs lowered, eyebrows drawn together and fingernails digging into my buttocks, her hands pulled me against her crotch. I continued to thrust, my range of motion now limited. Lydia winced, panted through her nose three times and then hissed urgently through her teeth "Yes!" Hands clutched at me as Lydia forcefully pulled me into her. I thrust as deeply as I could, penetrating with my full length as Lydia's orgasm seized her. Her hips trembled and she hissed again, more quietly "Yes. Yyeesss." Her whole body tensed; trembling and shaking for a few seconds more. Her thighs didn't clamp together and I was surprised at how quietly Lydia came. As her muscles relaxed, Lydia's eyebrows unknitted and her lips came forward into an 'o' as she puffed out a long breath. I stayed inside her and kissed her pouting lips, looking at her dark eyelids and long lashes. Those wonderful eyes stayed shut as Lydia wriggled under me one way and then another. Her head moved slowly as if drawing a small circle with her chin, before shaking side to side twice as if to clear it. She opened her eyes to look at me and breathed "Don't pull out. Fuck me again. I love to fuck." To emphasis her words, she slowly started to gyrate her hips. Her pussy made smacking sounds as it moved around my cock. I matched Lydia's slow pace, circling my hips in the opposite direction to hers and enjoying the slow, luxurious feeling of being engulfed by her. We moved together in this slow dance for what seemed like a long time, accompanied by the creak of the bed, 'm'mmms' from Lydia and the fleshy noises of our union. I still felt really hard and thought at this rate I'd be good to go for most of the night. Hell, this girl was so hot it would be a crime not to shag her senseless! Initial lust at least partially quenched, our next fuck was a slightly more civilised affair. I withdrew my cock entirely from her body. Lydia moaned unhappily and then again in pleasure as I slipped back into her. I did this three times, (I love that feeling of penetration, you feel like you've become a part of someone else's body. -that you're joined together. And watching as a gaping pussy swallows you whole, lips contracting as you slide inside. What a turn on!) Lydia planted her feet on the bed, so she could push firmly back against my thrusts. Remaining inside her now, we found our rhythm once more. The pace was more leisurely, less breakneck at about a thrust per second. We'd been at it for a couple of minutes when Lydia whispered "Bite me." I made a dumb sounding questioning noise. "Bite me. It turns me on." Now this was something new. I'd never had a girl want me to bite her before. I'd no problem with it but wondered how hard and far to go? I decided to err on the side of caution and gently nipped her shoulder. Lydia murmured happily and said "Harder." Fuck me harder, bite me harder – Lydia seemed to like things to the max! I obliged and spent the next minute experimenting until I was biting her as hard as she wanted. Which was very! I'd catch a roll of skin and flesh between my teeth and then suck hard at it, suck even harder and bite down hard at the same time. I managed to not draw blood but could see angry red marks and bruising where I had worked. All this turned Lydia on, all right. She moaned and panted, wincing in pleasure (pain? both?!) and muttering "Oh, fuck! Yeah!" And "Do me, baby, do me." over and over. Her pussy was still lubricating nicely and I slid in and out of her easily as I bit and sucked. Lydia's next orgasm hit her shortly after as I lifted myself up, arms straightening to work my muscles loose a little. I licked at her nipple as I rose and she groaned urgently. Encouraged, I gently bit at her breast. Lydia spluttered and her nails raked down my back almost painfully. I returned to her breast, licking and nipping as her breathing became quicker and quicker. Resisting the urge to break into a fast, hard pace again I moved in and out of her slowly and deliberately, so Lydia could feel every inch of me filling her up and pulling back, massaging the walls of her pussy and rubbing against her swollen labia. Her nails raked down my back each time I rocked into her, making it feel sore. Lydia suddenly sucked in a deep breath, her face looked to wrinkle in pain and she paused at the edge of ecstasy making an inarticulate "Hnnnnghh!" sound which turned into a noise I can only capture as "Grrooarghhh!" She dug her nails into my shoulders and her pussy fluttered around my cock, hips shaking again as she came. We would screw again and again that night. My erection would die down every once in a while, so we'd rest and cuddle, then Lydia would get me hard again; going down on me, rubbing my cock between her hands like she was trying to make a sausage shape out of a lump of plasticine; and at one point lying at the end of the bed, facing me with her knees in the air and masturbating herself to orgasm to turn me on. She would smile (boom) and purr "You've kept it up!" admiringly before we would fall on each other and rut again. What a girl! I finally came as Lydia was on top, riding me slowly and deliberately, head tilted back and breasts thudding up and down. When she realised I was about to cum she flicked her head back (in a motion that made me think she was used to having longer hair at some point) smiled that kaboom smile and maintained her steady rhythm. "Come on, baby. Cum for me. Cum for me." I came clutching at her thighs and bum, crying out her name. We never shared a mutual orgasm that night but I can't count on one hand the number of orgasms we had between us.