Kate had traded her Saturday evening shift at The Axe's Head with Jeremy, one of the local bartenders, for a promise of covering for him for a full day when he next spent a week at Kate's home base on the coast. Tonight's rock concert was that big a deal for her.
When she'd started her scheduled exchange visit, she'd had no idea that the band, "Of Darkness," would be playing a private wedding show, or that she would be invited to see them. She'd volunteered to help cover a private party on Thursday, mostly because the guest list for that and the subsequent nightclub visit were predominantly lesbians participating in a wedding. She'd struck out at finding company, largely because most of the women were partnered up, but then she'd heard about the show, been invited to it by one of the brides, and suddenly the day's profit/loss column had ticked heavily positive.
As if triggered by this good fortune, the evening had taken a further turn for the better after most had left, when she'd been picked up by a stunning platinum blonde in a low-cut silk dress - someone not wedding-connected - who had taken her to her condo and fucked her six ways from Sunday. Which was almost as exciting as the upcoming gig. Almost.
The singer, Michelle, had the largest following. Which wasn't unreasonable. She was totally hot. But Kate's fangirling was mostly focused on Sydney, the guitarist. Sydney had her own fanbase, but Kate considered herself president and sole member of the coastal branch of Sydney's unofficial fan club.
She hadn't been part of the wedding, so she'd shown up when the band was setting up. Kayla, the bride who'd invited her, met her, and after a moment's hesitation, she instructed Kate to follow her.
They found Michelle in conversation with a golden-haired woman, around thirty, Kate's own age. Friend, or girlfriend? They seemed close. Stories in the local media had made it clear that Michelle was a lesbian, but had never hinted at a partner.
Michelle didn't seem at all annoyed by Kayla's interruption, giving her a warm smile and a brief hug.
Kayla spoke to the golden-haired woman first. "Nice to see you're staying connected, Rose," she said. "I haven't seen you in a while.
"You know where to find me," countered Rose.
"I do. I'll have to bring my new wife to your place when we're back in town." She turned to the singer. "Michelle, Kate here came all the way from the coast to see you," she said, with a wink at Kate. "You the band, that is. I think her heart is given to your guitarist."
Oddly, Rose, who had been eyeing Kate speculatively, looked disappointed.
"Heart, maybe," Kate said. "Other parts... I'll just say that those screaming solos could easily make me come." When Michelle's eyebrows rose in amusement, she added, "Guess I'm jealous of her guitar."
"You need to tell her that in those words," Michelle said, with a broad grin. "Find me after the show. I'll introduce you. There isn't really time, or I'd do it now."
"That would be fucking awesome!" Kate replied. She moved out of the pavilion with Kayla, then turned to her. "I won't keep you from your lovely wife," she said. "I'll wait here for the show."
"Okay," Kayla replied. She pointed to one of the many coolers around the clearing. "Help yourself to water, or come back to the house for something stronger."
She was opening a cooler when a pleasingly rich voice came from behind her, "Grab me one, too?" She turned to see Rose watching her with amusement. She was about to retrieve two bottles when the woman changed her mind, "Actually, make it two." Kate shrugged, collecting a third bottle, handing two to the woman. "I'm not with the wedding, so I'm solo here until the show is over. If we stay together I can be sure to get you back to Michelle for that introduction. She won't forget, but she can be hard to reach, depending on how many fans show up."
"Sure," said Kate. She noticed that the woman's eyes weren't on her. She tracked Rose's gaze to a young woman in a form-fitting dark sea green mini dress.
Rose grinned salaciously. "Follow," she said, toning down her expression. Kate stayed with her, as instructed.
"Hi," Rose said. "Looks like you're a fan, to be waiting so early." She held out her extra water. "Are you with anyone? Want to join us?"
The girl studied them skeptically. She took the water, but didn't open it. "I'm Rose," said Rose. "This is Kate. Looks like you were at the wedding. We're just here for the band."
"Kennedy," the girl said. She was attractive, with creamy skin, dark curls reaching her shoulders, like a mid-last-century actress. "Yes, I'm a fan." She still seemed wary.
"I can introduce you to Michelle after the show, if you like," Rose said. "We're friends."
That seemed to increase the girl's wariness. She frowned at both women.
"It's true," said Kate. "She was with Michelle when Kayla introduced me."
That seemed to ease some of Kennedy's doubts. She cracked the seal on the water bottle. "You're a friend of Kayla?"
Kate shook her head. "I only met her two days ago, but I'm a fan, too. She invited me."
"She said you were visiting from the coast!" Rose objected.
"I am," said Kate, "but I'm a huge fan, and I would have traveled here for the band if I'd known about this. Kayla just embellished a little."
Rose grinned as Kate explained the reason for her visit, and Kennedy seemed much more at ease.
"Right!" Kennedy said. "I missed the axe throwing. I think I remember seeing you at Gabby's, now that I know you were there. Yes! 'Tiny, but fierce!' That was you!"
"It was," Kate agreed. "I'm a devotee of the small guitar goddess." There was a scream of controlled feedback from the pavilion. "And I think she's calling my name."
She turned to regard her deity, who was facing a small bank of amplifiers. She wore a sheer black sleeveless top that ended just above her waist, a leather miniskirt, black hose and black calf boots. From behind, Kate could see untidy straight hair hanging down just below her shoulder blades. She seemed to be finding the spot where she could best control the feedback, moving until the tone she produced was pure. She bent the sound as the drummer joined her, turning it into a brief solo that ended with a series of loud chords.
Apparently satisfied, she nodded to Michelle, then turned to face the gathering audience. From the front, Kate could see that the top was sheer around a black leather bra. Her guitar was strapped higher than most rock guitarists preferred, but she'd heard the sounds that the woman made before, and she knew how well it worked for her.
The band relaxed while audience members drifted in, then on the hour, Michelle greeted everyone, and Sydney's guitar screamed down the scale, starting the show.
What Kate had told Michelle was not much of an exaggeration. She didn't think listening to Sydney or any other guitarist or band could drive her to orgasm, but her reaction to hard rock was visceral, and definitely arousing. She'd never met anyone who reacted in quite the same way, but good music should be emotionally involving, in whatever genre. Rock was definitely Kate's strong preference, and Of Darkness may be the band most suited to her.
Kate loved Michelle's voice, of course, the rich sweet tones, the intense high energy songs, and the harsh raucous screaming. She appreciated the lyrics, the anger that drove the music, whether the strident songs railing against injustice or the power ballads empathizing with the dispossessed, the downtrodden, and the different, especially those from a queer perspective. But mostly, she took pleasure from the riveting guitar work.
Sydney wasn't just technically competent. Anyone could shred. Well, okay, that wasn't true, few players could shred effectively, but even fewer could shred with passion, driving the feeling of a song. And that wasn't her only talent. She could back up the band with rhythm and riffs, and have her instrument sing in slower solos. When she bent a note to match another, the beat that she created seemed calculated to travel straight to Kate's groin, where the sound sank into her clit.
Of course, Sydney was also hot as fuck, with piercing dark eyes, a narrow face, and intelligence visible in every photo Kate had seen. And, like Michelle, she was into girls. Kate had wondered if she and Michelle had ever been a couple, but if they were, she'd never seen any mention on music sites.
The show was as good as Kate expected. Better. About half of the set was material she hadn't heard, and it was at least as good as the songs she knew. The forthcoming album was going to be excellent.
As promised, Rose took Kennedy and her back to Michelle, who immediately introduced Kate to Sydney. After a few words with the guitarist, Michelle left her, going back to Rose.
"Chelle said you had something to tell me," Sydney said, giving Kate a direct stare. She had to be five or six inches shorter than Kate, but the strength of her presence made it seem like she wasn't even looking up.
"Uh, yeah," replied Kate, "I told her I was jealous of your guitar."
Sydney raised an eyebrow.
"And some of your solos, you know, if I got into them any harder, I'm pretty sure I'd come."
Sydney's lips twitched, but she didn't precisely grin. "A true fan," she said, dryly. "Are you driving?"
"Yeah, I have my own car here," said Kate.
"Let me tell Jon I have a ride, and we can go," Sydney said.
And... that was it? She was invited to Sydney's place? Without even asking or being asked? Or did the woman just want Kate to drop her off? Kate really had no clue what was going on.
"Text me the address," Kate said, when the girl returned, carrying a guitar case that looked disproportionately large. "I can pull it up in maps."
Sydney nodded, asking for her number as she swiped her phone. A moment later, Kate's phone pinged with an address that meant nothing to her, this not being her hometown, but that's why she used the navigation . That, and avoiding speeding tickets.
"I didn't recognize a lot of today's material," Kate said, "and I think I know everything you have online."
"Yeah, we took the opportunity to try out new work," Sydney replied from the passenger seat. She was studying Kate, but didn't smile if Kate glanced in her direction. "Not being paid meant no refunds if they didn't like the show."
"I think they did," Kate said.
That elicited no more than a grunt, though the woman's narrowed eyes remained on her face.
Hunting for a new conversation topic, Kate asked, "Why play a free wedding show?"
"Chelle's deal," Sydney said. "The women are friends who helped her find her new groove. If we'd lost her we'd have been back to playing dive bars, so we all figure we owe them."
A few minutes later, Kate pulled up at a small suburban house. She still didn't know where she stood. Sydney clambered out of her Jetta, opening the rear door to retrieve her guitar. She frowned at Kate. "Are you coming?"
"Uh, I wasn't sure..." said Kate.
"You're not a fucking taxi, are you?" Sydney stalked up the path to the house.
That must have been an invitation. Kate followed the woman to the house, beeping the car locked on the way.
The house was sparsely furnished. There were a number of amplifiers against the walls of the living and dining room, and conspicuously clear spaces that could well be for a drum kit and keyboards.
"This is where you practice?" Kate asked.
"Not often, anymore," Sydney said. She set her guitar case down and led the way to the kitchen. There was a small table in a breakfast nook, which must be the only place available for meals, since the dining room was given over to band use. "The soundproofing isn't perfect, and our hours are limited, but if our usual room isn't available, yeah."
She filled two glasses with ice water from the fridge, handing one to Kate without asking whether she'd prefer anything else. After the energy of the show the cold water was perfect.
Holding her own glass, Sydney strode out of the room, stooping to pick up her guitar. She cocked her head to the side, indicating that Kate should follow, so she did, trailing behind Sydney into a large bedroom. There were a couple more amps against the wall, and the large upright speakers of a music system.
Sydney set the guitar down again, then leaned over the bed. Reaching down behind the headboard, she pulled out a pair of straps, ending in padded velcro cups. Then she extracted a further two straps from the bottom corners of the bed.
"Make yourself at home," she said, waving a hand to the bed. As an afterthought, she said, "Word?"
"Spider," Kate said, immediately. It was only two days since she'd last shared her safeword.
"Spider?" Sydney raised an eyebrow.
"Wouldn't you want to shut down if there was a spider?"
Sydney shrugged. "I don't give a fuck about spiders," she said, and headed into the bathroom.
Kate assumed that "comfortable" implied naked, so she stripped, then fastened herself to the bed, face up, a pillow behind her head, leaving her left hand for the other woman to secure. She heard the shower running, but it stopped quickly. A couple of minutes later, Sydney emerged from the bathroom in a lacy, deep neckline tank bra in ice blue, with matching lacy panties. The leather bra she'd been wearing for the gig hinted at fine breasts, but this top didn't hint. It shaped and revealed.
"That color doesn't look like your style," Kate said, as Sydney fastened the velcro on the last cuff. Kate tested the play in the straps, finding it slack, but too short to allow her to move her bound hands to her chest.
She expected snark in response, but Sydney just shrugged, saying, "I have to wear something. And I have a life outside the band."
Kate wasn't about to ask for details, especially when Sydney licked her finger and began to caress her slit. An excited tingle grew in her breasts, and her heart began to thump within her chest.
Sydney's finger travelled higher, caressing her clit. She was soon making a soft gasp with each exhale as her arousal trickled out from her chest, making her loosely bound arms prickle.
Still, this seemed a very pedestrian reason to bind her. Not that Sydney wasn't making her feel good - very good - but she'd expected more. Something different.
The muscles of Kate's belly tightened as her thighs clenched. The smaller woman stepped back, nodding in apparent satisfaction. She moved away from the bed to open a drawer, from which she took a curved, pink device. A moment later she was wrapping the toy in a condom, then bringing it back to the bed with lube.
Ignoring the pink device for a moment, Sydney lubed her fingers. The feel of them penetrating and caressing her made Kate groan. Withdrawing them, Sydney smoothed lube onto the vibrator, and began to push it into Kate, her eyes monitoring Kate's reaction.
Pedestrian or not, Sydney's touch had built Kate's wetness to the point that the condom needed no more lube. It nestled deep within her, rabbit ears against her clit. Capping the lube, Sydney moved it aside, then headed back to the bathroom, returning with her hands clean and dried. Kate had no idea what she was planning, but the encounter was becoming more interesting.
Returning to the drawer, Sydney took out a phone. It appeared to be an older model, chunky, with a large border around the screen. The small woman powered it on, which took maybe a full minute or more before it made a startup sound. Then she entered her passcode and pulled up an app. The vibrator buzzed sharply, making Kate jump.
Sydney watched Kate, her expression seeming almost dispassionate as she adjusted the control. Kate shivered as the vibration moved from deep within her to her clit.
Apparently satisfied, Sydney took a cord from the drawer, plugging one end into the phone and the other into one of the amps. Then she unpacked and strapped on her guitar. This must be why she'd said she had to wear something. Kate imagined that playing the instrument naked would be uncomfortable.
Sydney slapped a small wireless gadget into the amp, then played an experimental note. Kate felt the vibrator tremble deep inside her.
Grinning at her, Sydney adjusted a few controls, then launched into the opening she'd used as the first song of the evening. The combination of screaming lead guitar and hard vibration made Kate's thighs clench, her hips lifting into the air. Sydney moved into the riff, and the vibe pulsed with the music. When the riff ended, the guitar went silent. Kate found herself gasping, her whole body now tingling with arousal, but so far from being ready to come that the feeling was tortuous.
Sydney switched to a solo from one of the band's slower ballads, and if Kate had wondered if she knew how erotic the throbbing of the beat frequency could be, Sydney showed that she was entirely aware, smirking at Kate as she writhed, groaning, on the bed.
"Did you say something?" Sydney asked, lightly picking out a melody, the volume low.
"I think I said, 'Holy fuck,'" Kate replied. "But I'm not sure. I couldn't hear myself."
That brought a chuckle from Sydney. Without warning, she boosted the volume and struck a series of chords that made Kate squirm.
A rational part of Kate's mind insisted that the vibe could only have been responding to volume, and maybe synchronizing to rhythm. It shouldn't matter what Sydney played. But what she played did matter to her ears, and since she already found the woman's playing erotic as fuck, the device embedded in her sex was enhancing that. So it didn't matter that it was only pulsing in time to Sydney's playing. In a very real sense, Sydney was serenading her clit and her G-spot.
And in an even more real and immediate sense, Kate's body needed more. She groaned and thrashed on the bed, desperate for touch. The cruelty of her loose bonds was becoming clear. As much movement as they allowed, she couldn't touch herself. She couldn't cup her breasts or squeeze her nipples. She couldn't rub her clit. Only the vibrator ears were doing that, and they were completely under the control of Sydney's guitar.
Sydney moved up to the bed. As Kate gazed up at her, silently pleading with her, she struck a dissonant pair of notes, bending one to create the beat that was now so familiar to Kate. Then she reached out, the sound stretching as she pinched Kate's swollen nipple, tweaking it right and left in time to the pulsing sound. There was a sharp jab against her breast where Sydney had hastily tucked her guitar pick aside to free her thumb and forefinger.
"Fuuuck..." Kate groaned. Her hips lifted from the bed, thighs squeezing together.
When the notes began to fade, Sydney struck the strings again, renewing the sound. As it throbbed in Kate's ears, Sydney cupped her breast, the pick only lightly digging into her skin this time, as she squeezed and stretched the breast beyond the point of pain. All that meant to Kate, though, was the way it amplified the pulsing sound, making her sex tighten around the pounding vibrator. Kate tugged on her wrist cuff, fruitlessly trying to reach her other breast.
Calling forth the pulsing dissonance one more time, Sydney reached across Kate's body to pinch her nipple harshly, drawing her breast out a couple of inches as she tugged it away from her chest, then twisting sharply between finger and thumb.
Kate's back arched. "Jesus!" she cried out, louder than the amp, then sank back to the bed as Sydney released her nipple. Each gasp she made included a rough groan.
Kate didn't believe she'd ever been more turned on or more wet. Her lust was out of control, the touch of the vibe magnifying the wanton feelings filling her. "Sydney..." she groaned.
The guitarist stepped back. She began a faster-paced solo that Kate recognized, though in her current state she had no notion what song it was from. Her eyes didn't leave Kate's body as the notes sank into Kate, whose thighs now pushed her hips up in an involuntary rhythm. The sound made her chest burn with need, while the grinding of the vibe within her felt on the point of meeting the need.
The solo ended in a series of chords. Then Sydney silenced the strings, quelling the vibrations within Kate. As she began to relax, Sydney struck another chord before stilling it, the shock of the vibe intense within Kate. She began to whimper as Sydney hit her with a series of additional chords, then, abruptly, she could no longer relax.
Kate's sex tightened uncontrollably around the pulsing vibe. She shrieked as the climax overcame her. The amusement on Sydney's face was the most emotion the woman had shown all evening, and the darkness of her eyes showed her own arousal. She played a light melody, the thrumming of the vibe drawing out Kate's orgasm.
"Do you have neighbors?" Kate wheezed, her body still twitching occasionally from aftershocks.
"I soundproofed this room first," Sydney responded. "I practice and write in here. Then we soundproofed the living room for the band. Mostly we rent a rehearsal room now."
"Coming up in the world," Kate said, dryly.
"We hope," Sydney agreed. "Would you like to hear the full band? A private show for you."
"You have them hiding in the closet?" Kate asked. "Do Bianca's drums fit in there?"
Sydney grinned. Getting Kate off seemed to have broken through some of her indifferent facade. "We each have recordings with our own tracks removed, for practice," she said, moving away from the bed. I'll even let you hear the new material we didn't play tonight," she added, "as long as you promise not to record it." She smirked at Kate's bound hands and feet.
"Very fucking funny," said Kate.
Sydney strolled over to the writing desk at the foot of the bed, pushing controls until the large stereo speakers came to life. Then she began the music.
Each song began with a countdown. Some started with Sydney's guitar alone, others with the whole band or one of the other instruments on the first beat. The vibe was only synced to Sydney's amp, so the most interesting songs were those where the guitar was front and center.
Kate spent the next forty-five minutes high on rock and lust, coming three more times before Sydney began to dismantle the show, unhooking cables, packing away her guitar, and finally easing the vibe out of Kate, tossing the condom and cleaning up the device. Kate watched her impassively. She didn't like being bound to no purpose, but Sydney may yet have plans.
Sydney did have plans. When she was done with her cleanup, she returned to the bed, grabbed Kate's ankles and yanked her down, tightening the bonds on her arms, while loosening those on her legs. She slipped off her own panties, then climbed onto Kate, straddling her right thigh, while lifting her left leg to fit her right knee beneath it. Aligning her sex against Kate's, she drove herself forward, jerking her hips back to drive her pussy against Kate's again.
After an hour and more of paying careful attention to Kate's responses, the relentless thrusting was unexpected. Sydney had been focused on Kate's pleasure. She deserved her own. Though as inflamed as Kate's libido was, it didn't matter whose pleasure Sydney had in mind, it was working for her anyway. Her breasts shook as Sydney rocked her body against the bed, and Sydney's quivered within the tank.
"Take it off!" Kate groaned.
Sydney's motion slowed, though her sex continued to caress Kate's clit. "What?"
"Your bra thing," Kate said, then added, "Please..."
"Since you ask so nicely," Sydney said, then tugged it over her head. Her breasts bounced free, narrow nipples erect within small dark areole. She grinned as Kate's eyes fastened to them.
"You want to touch them, don't you?" Sydney asked. When Kate nodded, she said, "Tough." Then she raised her hands to chest. "I'll just have to do it myself." As Kate watched, hungrily, Sydney grasped her own breasts, squeezing and stretching them the way that she'd done to Kate's. Her eyes darkened, and her hips ground her sex against Kate's with more determination.
Kate's arousal was building anew. Her labia were still swollen from the past hour's activity, and their sensitivity to Sydney's sex drawing against them was exquisite. The feel of Sydney's body rubbing against her clit made her pant, her chest glowing with excitement. Sydney moved her hands from her chest, gripping Kate's waist with her left, and her right calf with her right, pulling her leg inward, pressing her own further beneath it.
Kate was becoming as turned on as she had been with the vibe on max, the feel of Sydney against her intensely erotic.
Sydney lowered herself, fitting her lips around Kate's right breast, and sucking hard. She lost some of the contact against Kate's sex by doing this, but the feel of her lips and tongue around her hard, responsive nipple made Kate cry out. When Sydney straightened, resuming the motion of her hips, Kate had lost the ability to stay quiet. She moaned with each breath, her hips rolling, jamming her pussy into Sydney's.
Sydney jerked. Her belly twitched as she came, and she froze in place, her thighs locked against Kate's. She gasped as her body continued to spasm, and Kate groaned in frustration. She'd been so close.
But Sydney wasn't done. She extracted herself from the tangle of legs, then pressed her mouth to Kate's sex while jamming a couple of fingers inside. Her lips suckled Kate's clit as she pumped her fingers into her. As close as Kate had been to finishing, it took only seconds before Kate's back arched as her own climax ignited.
And to think she'd thought that the other woman was only considering her own need.
When Kate relaxed, Sydney moved back up to straddle her thighs. She seemed as winded as Kate, and the smile on her face seemed friendlier than she had at any point. Kate would even say it was warm.
"Come here," she whispered.
Sydney nodded, and lowered her body onto Kate's, breasts pressing against her own. Her lips met Kate's, and their kiss - their first - caught fire. Both women groaned in satisfaction. After a couple of minutes, Kate drew back. The other woman raised her eyebrows.
"That was delicious," Kate said, "but it wasn't what I meant."
"You're not into kissing?" Sydney asked.
"Yeah, I am," Kate replied, "but I want my mouth somewhere else."
Sydney's smile grew, her eyes darkening. She shuffled forward on her knees, then lowered herself to Kate's mouth.
Kate drew her tongue over the shorter woman's labia, tasting her sweet musk. She lapped at her slit, pressing her tongue inside as Sydney's hips rolled slowly.
Moving her face up and down, Kate explored with her tongue, feeling and tasting Sydney's arousal building. Her tongue glided higher to circle her lover's clit, then drift back down to her slit as Sydney moaned. Her strokes became longer, taking in the whole of the woman's sex, while the movement of Sydney's hips became sharper.
"Free my hands," Kate demanded.
Sydney considered that for a moment, then nodded. She leaned down to tug the velcro free.
As soon as her wrists were released, Kate reached up to cup both of Sydney's breasts, trapping her nipples between her thumbs and the base of her forefingers, while her fingers curled around each breast and squeezed hard as she tugged. Sydney cried out, then groaned as Kate curled her lips and tongue around her clit, suckling as she bounced her head.
When Sydney began to moan, Kate released her breasts. Gripping the other woman's hips, she sucked her clit as she ground her face against her.
Sydney cried out, and Kate felt moisture on her chin as the woman's body spasmed.
Kate lay back, spent. Fortunately, Sydney freed her ankles before she collapsed onto the bed. She rolled toward Kate, kissing her for the second time. There was passion within the weariness.
"I want one of those vibes," Kate said. "Can you give me the details? I plan to enjoy the new album."
"The vibe's easy," Sydney replied. "Finding a phone with a jack is harder, if you want to hook it to your sound system. It doesn't need to work as a phone, though, you can get an old phone with no service if it has wi-fi for the app. Or you can just use the audio pickup and place it near the amp. You could even wear it to a show."
"Oh, fuck, that sounds dangerous," said Kate. "But like something I need to do."
"Let me know if you want to wire up your gear," Sydney said. "I could help you set it up the next time we have a gig in your area. And test it, if you'll have time."
"Oh yeah, I'll have time," Kate promised.