Not Myself Tonight

In the morning
When I wake up
I'll go back to the girl I used to be
But baby not tonight - Christina Aguilera, Not Myself Tonight.

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My friend Doug and I are big fans of the singer-songwriter Rhett Miller. If you're not familiar with Rhett Miller, he's the lead singer of the Old 97's, but his solo records are great too. His songs are full of heartbreak and longing, and he's very sexy. He is wonderful in concert; I've lost track of how many times I've been to see him and the 97's.

Doug emailed me to ask if I wanted to go see Rhett Miller with him in Annapolis. He had an extra ticket and since we've been to see the Old 97's with him before he thought I might like to go with him. I was already planning to visit friends in Northern Virginia that weekend, so I said I'd be happy to go with him.

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Doug and I had been to see the Old 97's a couple of years before in Lancaster; that weekend he got us a room at a crappy roadside motel. We got a double room and we laughed about the disgusting carpet and polyester blankets. But when I woke up the next morning, he was staring me while I slept. The Phillies had lost the night before; when the talking heads on Sportscenter recapped the game, he patted the sheet next to him and said, "Are you sad about the Phillies? Do you need a cuddle?" I chuckled and rolled over. But I laid awake, wondering what he meant by that.

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The text read, "This room is WAY nicer than the Knights Inn."

I met Doug at the hotel in Annapolis and dropped off my bag. He was right; the room was gorgeous, with fabulous linens and a chic bathroom.

"Let's drink!" And we were off.

We walked down the quaint main street and headed to the bar where Rhett was going to play. We sat down at the bar and ordered a round, and then another. When we went to dinner, Rhett walked through the dining room and I gasped and pointed -- he's so foxy.

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During Rhett's set Doug and I leaned in toward each other to talk and our knees touched under the table. I felt tension crackle between us.

After Rhett played, we walked down to the harbor to a bar I remembered from when I sailed to Annapolis years before. An outstanding three piece band played party hits and we danced and drunk texted our friends and drank lagers and shots of double espresso vodka, which he hated. So I drank his.

We drank and drank and drank and when last call came we staggered out to hail a cab and headed back to the hotel. We got back to the room and got ready for bed; we shared the sink to brush our teeth and I bent over to take a sip from the faucet to rinse my mouth out. I looked over my shoulder at him, up on tiptoes, ass in the air. He stared, his mouth hanging open. I smiled and walked out.

I didn't feel comfortable getting undressed in front of him so I pulled my pajama pants up under my skirt and shimmied my skirt down over my pants. He came out of the bathroom and watched me fish my tank top down into my polo.

I started to say, "In high school, I used to get changed for crew practice this way," but he strode over to me and kissed me, hard. I groaned into his mouth and he pushed me back onto the bed.

He yanked my shirt off and kissed my neck. I arched my back and folded my arms behind me to take off my bra. So much for modesty.

"I've wanted this for so long, WB," he whispered into my ear.

"I had no idea." He bit my earlobe.

"Yes you did."

"Well. I kinda thought so."

We kissed some more. I raked my fingers through his thick hair and he worked me over with his meaty hands.

I have a type: Tall and skinny and hipstery and tattooed (you know, like Red). Doug is a big guy, a former college lineman. He's thick and solid and sweaty and very, very butch. Until he kissed me I had never thought of him That Way, but once we rolled back and forth on those 600 thread count sheets, I just melted. I would do whatever he wanted.

I did the lift and let him pull off my panties and throw them on the floor. I tugged his boxer briefs off and he kicked those to the floor too. He laid next to me and breathed in my ear.

"We can't tell anybody."

"I know."

"It's our dirty little secret."

"Yeah. Very dirty."

Then he said those magic words: "Are you a dirty girl?"

I felt my pussy get even wetter.

"Unghhhhhh yesssssssss!"

I got on all fours above him and kissed him. He wrapped his big hands around my waist while I worked on his neck and ears. I reached down between his legs and felt his cock, hard and hot and slick with precome. I stroked his dick. He gazed at me, eyes glassy with lust.

"Tell me what you want," I murmured.

"Head," he croaked. "Gimme head."

I stopped at all the usual stations on the way to his dick; shoulders, chest, belly, the fold between his torso and his hip. I nudged his knees apart and settled myself between his legs. The tip of his dick was shiny with precome and I tasted him with the tip of my tongue; he sucked in his breath. I took him in my mouth and he groaned with pleasure.

I worked on him for a while, and I guess he had a touch of whiskey dick, because he pulled me up next to him and slipped his hand between my legs. He circled my wet clit with two fingers and sucked on my nipples. "Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuuuck," I groaned, and opened my legs. He pressed one thick finger into me and I slipped my fingers down to play. He added another finger and worked them slowly in and out. I hadn't been fucked in months; I was so tight around his fingers, and being stretched felt so delicious. I felt the orgasm roll over me and I came on his hand; he pulled his fingers out and shoved them in my mouth. I sucked them clean, tasting the dark, salty wetness of my cunt on his hand.

Next I got on all fours. He took the hint and got up behind me, holding onto my hips. His dick grazed my pussy and slipped back and forth over my ass, which felt good, but wasn't what I had in mind. I peeked over my shoulder: "Are you trying to fuck my ass, Doug?" I laughed. I would have let him. But it wasn't working from behind, and he plopped down next to me. We laid there, catching our breath. He laced his fingers through mine.

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I woke up naked the next morning, my head throbbing. I groaned. "Holy shit." Doug staggered to the bathroom, and I slithered to the floor to find the pajamas I had so hastily removed the night before. I got dressed and slipped into to the cool sheets of the second bed. When he emerged, Doug crawled into bed with me, curling up behind me and resting his big hand on my hip. He just left it there for a few minutes. He started making circles with his palm and ran his hand into the curve of my waist.

I sighed and scootched back to him and let him put his arm around my waist. I laced my fingers through his. He brushed my hair forward and kissed the back of my neck and my shoulders and I shivered with pleasure. I rolled over to face him and we wrapped ourselves around each other and kissed, slow and deep. I didn't realize until then what a terrific kisser he was, detailed, observant and patient.

He slid my shirt up to my neck and sucked my nipples again. I arched my back to meet his mouth and he ran his hand down my stomach between my legs. I was so wet again and I shimmied out of my pants. "Open," he said, and I spread my legs. He got up on his knees with his dick by my head and started fingering me again. I turned toward him and took his dick in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and he played with my hair and my tits. Occasionally he'd swat my tits or my face. (Just writing about those little slaps is getting me wet.)

"Open," he commanded. He leaned down and put his face in my pussy. I moaned into his cock while he licked my clit and fingered me. It felt good, but I knew I wouldn't come again, so I focused on him. I took him all the way in, arched my back, and played with his balls. I felt the heat radiating off of him.

"Are you gonna come for me?" I murmured.

"Oh God, yes."


I sucked him some more, arching my back to slide him in and out of my mouth. His breaths got shorter and faster and finally he pulled back and jerked himself off to finish. He finally came in my mouth, hot and white. I swallowed it all.