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head that we’d get super motivated and practice all the time, then venture off to find fame and fortune.”
“Rockstar dreams.”
“Yeah. I was so jacked when I got us the spot at the Copperline. I was just sure some high-power music exec would hear about us. Come rushing to us with a contract to record and go out on tour and shit.”
“You know there’s not many music execs in Montana, right?” she smiled.
Our back-and-forth had shifted to become more talk and less touch, yet it felt so incredibly comfortable just sharing.
“I figured one would be out on a hunting trip from LA or something,” I mused. “Maybe they would hear us on the radio. I knew it was just a matter of time.”
“And then it would be all sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll?”
“I guess it still was, just on a smaller scale. It seemed like enough, though. It fed the hunger. The parties. The girls. Maybe that's what killed me and Maggie.” I tried to keep the bitterness out of my voice, but it crept back in, poisonous and raw even as I lay here with Raven.
“Was she jealous?”
“Kinda the opposite. She liked it. Loved it. Provided it. She said she was priming me for the debauchery of rockstar life, for when I got big and famous. I thought I had it made and started to feel like it was enough. I got to play guitar on a regular basis… my girlfriend encouraged me to fuck other girls. What's not to love.”
“A lot of guys wouldn’t complain about that,” she laughed. “It’s kind of like a fantasy.”
“I didn’t mind it at first, trust me. I thanked my lucky stars and rubbed it into Justin’s face at every chance. I had a girl, my girl, yet I still got more pussy than him. It used to really piss him off.” I grinned at the memory, but it faded quickly as I continued on. “After a while, though, I guess it started seeming like I was just a tool. A toy. I was her chick magnet.” I choked back a harsh laugh, and studied Raven with mock wariness as she lay beneath me. “You don’t like pussy, do you?”
She laughed, and the sound seemed to chase away some of the pain that had just creeped back into me.
“I’m pretty set on dick, thanks,” she replied, “and you really know how to use yours. Your fingers are awesome, but your cock… it’s pretty fucking talented, too.”
I felt it swell a little at the mention. Like it was taking a little bow in response to the flattery. Raven’s eyes grew dark and serious, telling me she had felt the slight movement. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, and she caught her lower lip in her teeth. As quickly as it had appeared, the sense of loss had completely seeped out of me, replaced with a heated, carnal ache.
“How does it compare?” I asked.
“To dick in general?”
“To other apas. Other piercings you’ve tried.”
“Yours is the first apa I’ve had,” she murmured, “and it’s kind of amazing.”
“You’ve never had a guy with an apa before?” I asked. Raven exuded a worldliness. I figured she’d had all kinds of dick, modified and not.
“Not many guys are willing to go there. I dated a guy for a while who had a Prince Albert, but that’s it,” she admitted with a shake of her head. “I’ve done the procedure on guys and always wondered what it was like.”
“So tell me,” I breathed. “What is it like?”
“Really. Fucking. Awesome.” she said with a seductive smile. “I’d already had little fantasies about you, but then I heard you had an apa and… well, it made me even more curious.”
“You had fantasies about me?”
“Well, yeah. I sat there in my interview with you wondering what you were like.”
“Fuck me… you dirty girl.”
“I didn’t even know about your apa then.”
“This kinda blows me away. You always seemed so remote. So cool.”
“I’m pretty good at keeping shit like that under wraps.”
“Damn, I’ll say.”
“But, yeah,” she replied. “I went home after you hired me. I was living with my cousin,
“Rockstar dreams.”
“Yeah. I was so jacked when I got us the spot at the Copperline. I was just sure some high-power music exec would hear about us. Come rushing to us with a contract to record and go out on tour and shit.”
“You know there’s not many music execs in Montana, right?” she smiled.
Our back-and-forth had shifted to become more talk and less touch, yet it felt so incredibly comfortable just sharing.
“I figured one would be out on a hunting trip from LA or something,” I mused. “Maybe they would hear us on the radio. I knew it was just a matter of time.”
“And then it would be all sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll?”
“I guess it still was, just on a smaller scale. It seemed like enough, though. It fed the hunger. The parties. The girls. Maybe that's what killed me and Maggie.” I tried to keep the bitterness out of my voice, but it crept back in, poisonous and raw even as I lay here with Raven.
“Was she jealous?”
“Kinda the opposite. She liked it. Loved it. Provided it. She said she was priming me for the debauchery of rockstar life, for when I got big and famous. I thought I had it made and started to feel like it was enough. I got to play guitar on a regular basis… my girlfriend encouraged me to fuck other girls. What's not to love.”
“A lot of guys wouldn’t complain about that,” she laughed. “It’s kind of like a fantasy.”
“I didn’t mind it at first, trust me. I thanked my lucky stars and rubbed it into Justin’s face at every chance. I had a girl, my girl, yet I still got more pussy than him. It used to really piss him off.” I grinned at the memory, but it faded quickly as I continued on. “After a while, though, I guess it started seeming like I was just a tool. A toy. I was her chick magnet.” I choked back a harsh laugh, and studied Raven with mock wariness as she lay beneath me. “You don’t like pussy, do you?”
She laughed, and the sound seemed to chase away some of the pain that had just creeped back into me.
“I’m pretty set on dick, thanks,” she replied, “and you really know how to use yours. Your fingers are awesome, but your cock… it’s pretty fucking talented, too.”
I felt it swell a little at the mention. Like it was taking a little bow in response to the flattery. Raven’s eyes grew dark and serious, telling me she had felt the slight movement. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, and she caught her lower lip in her teeth. As quickly as it had appeared, the sense of loss had completely seeped out of me, replaced with a heated, carnal ache.
“How does it compare?” I asked.
“To dick in general?”
“To other apas. Other piercings you’ve tried.”
“Yours is the first apa I’ve had,” she murmured, “and it’s kind of amazing.”
“You’ve never had a guy with an apa before?” I asked. Raven exuded a worldliness. I figured she’d had all kinds of dick, modified and not.
“Not many guys are willing to go there. I dated a guy for a while who had a Prince Albert, but that’s it,” she admitted with a shake of her head. “I’ve done the procedure on guys and always wondered what it was like.”
“So tell me,” I breathed. “What is it like?”
“Really. Fucking. Awesome.” she said with a seductive smile. “I’d already had little fantasies about you, but then I heard you had an apa and… well, it made me even more curious.”
“You had fantasies about me?”
“Well, yeah. I sat there in my interview with you wondering what you were like.”
“Fuck me… you dirty girl.”
“I didn’t even know about your apa then.”
“This kinda blows me away. You always seemed so remote. So cool.”
“I’m pretty good at keeping shit like that under wraps.”
“Damn, I’ll say.”
“But, yeah,” she replied. “I went home after you hired me. I was living with my cousin,
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