Country Girls & Dirty Secrets

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This story is a work of fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only and is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or representative of any real individuals, including the public figures mentioned. Any resemblance to real events, actions, or personalities is purely coincidental. The depictions of real people are entirely fictional and do not reflect their actual behavior, beliefs, or personal lives.

Vol. 10- LINDSAY ELL & CARLY PEARCE

A few days after the Maren Morris concert, I received a text that I got a few times a year.

"Hey, are you available to help out in the studio? Or do you do stage only?"

It's not like I couldn't help out in a studio. It's not a lot different from a stage. Just gotta make sure the artist could hear what they want to hear. And it was pretty simple, not having to deal with the crowd noise or having the musician running around.

But, honestly? It was kind of boring. A set and forget. Unfortunately, they required the audio tech to usually stay around all day. That was part of the problem. Studio sessions could last for hours. And go day after day. The stage was much better, hang out at a stadium or arena or wherever most of the day, usually able to do what I want, plus free catering, usually had good music playing somewhere.

In a studio? New songs you'd never heard. Starting and stopping. Couldn't leave the tiny area. Money was usually just OK.

It still didn't stop artists or their management team from asking. And most understood.

In this case, the person asked was one Lindsay Ell. Lindsay was an amazing guitar player, one of the best in the industry. When she sang, she sounded like she was singing to you, and only you. She had spent most of the last year out on tour with Shania Twain, as her guitarist. I actually saw them once and really enjoyed the concert.

"Hey, Lindsay, good to hear from you! Sorry, but I still am staying away from studios. Stage only!" was what I texted her back.

"No worries! Just thought I would double check! I'm back in Nashville for a while, recording some new music. Hopefully we'll run into each other soon," was Lindsay's quick answer.

"That's awesome that you are! I can't wait to hear it! How was touring with Shania?" I asked her a few minutes later.

"It was amazing! The time of my life! Oh my gosh, I learned so much!"

Lindsay and I spent a lot of the rest of the day texting each other, catching up like old friends, although really, we had just been acquaintances during our time spent in Nashville. She stopped responding around nighttime and I assumed that she went out for the night, either on the town or to play a little gig.

Later that night, as I was sitting on my couch, watching some random movie, I heard my phone ding. I unlocked it and went to my messages, only half paying attention. I saw a picture message from somebody and when it dawned on me what it was, I quickly picked up my phone and did a double take.

It was Lindsay, lying on either a couch or a bed. She had a sultry look on her face and was wearing a black spaghetti-strap crop top. While it already had a low neckline, Lindsay had pulled up the top, revealing the underside of her breasts, just barely covering her nipples. Her other hand was on her stomach, trailing down towards her groin, covered by a pair of pink lounge pants.

The picture didn't come with a message or any context and I had a gut feeling that it wasn't meant for me and I should just delete it. But, the more I looked, the more I was drawn to her body.

"OH MY GOD!!! WRONG PERSON! CRAP! I'M SO SORRY COLE!"

I laughed as she realized what she did and sent me that message. "No worries. Thought maybe you were trying to bribe me to the studio. I've deleted it, both from my memory and my phone," I texted her back, hoping to relieve her embarrassment and feeling a little jealous for who the picture was for.

"Thank you. I'm so sorry again," she replied back.

I about put my phone back down, but looked as it dinged again. "Wait...would that work? Bribing you like that?"

I laughed again as I texted her, "Maybe. Send another to find out."

"Oh, I see how it is. Get a little taste and want more," she sent back with a few laughing emojis.

"Can you blame a man? Have you seen your body?" Was I shooting my shot with Lindsay Ell? With the string of luck I had been having with every other female country artist, I almost felt like I had to. At least Lindsay was single, with no known ties, unlike some of the others.

"I'm glad you think so. The guy I meant to send it to didn't seem too impressed with that one or the one I sent after," Lindsay said.

"Really? Is he blind? Or dumb?" Yep, I was definitely going to shoot my shot.

"Maybe? I definitely thought he seemed interested but I guess not," Lindsay said and I almost had a thought that maybe it was meant for me, until I remembered the second picture.

"I guess you could always send me the other photo you sent him and I could tell you if he's dumb or blind," I said. There goes nothing.

Lindsay didn't respond right away and I figured I scared her off. Instead, a few minutes later, she texted me, "Why don't you come over here and see for yourself?"

She also sent her address and I told her I would be there in ten minutes, quickly jumping off my couch and finding my keys.

On my drive to her apartment, I got another text from her and I quickly looked at it at a red light to make sure she wasn't backing out. "Hey, just so we're clear when you get here...no sex...but everything else is good."

Fair enough.

When I arrived at her apartment complex, I waited at the front door for her to come down and let me in. I saw the elevator door open and Lindsay stepped out. She looked casual in a black spaghetti‑strap crop top, and soft pink lounge pants, but somehow casual on her still turned heads. Her hair was tied back, a few loose strands falling around her face, and she moved with this easy confidence. As she leaned down to push open the door, her crop top hung loose off her body, giving me a great view of her breasts and her toned stomach.

"Hi, Cole," Lindsay said as I walked through the open door. "Thanks for coming."

"Of course," I replied. "I would never turn down an invitation from a beautiful lady."

"Oh yeah? Have you had lots of musicians calling you for a late night hook up?" She teased, leading me towards the elevator.

"Maybe one or two," I laughed as we waited for the door to open.

"Hm. Anybody I know?" Lindsay said, looking up at me as we waited.

I laughed again and said, "Yeah, most likely. Was the guy the pictures were meant for somebody that I know?"

Lindsay laughed this time as the elevator door opened and we waited for somebody to exit. "Not unless you know a lowly guitar tech that works at Bridgestone Arena."

"A guitar tech? You'd think it would be his dream to hook up with an amazing guitar player like you," I flirted as we stepped onto the elevator.

"Especially since I told him I'd suck his dick on the elevator," she teased back.

"You what?" I started to say as Lindsay instantly dropped to her knees in front of me, pulling my shorts down with her. My semi-hard cock popped out and she wrapped her hand around it. Before hitting a floor number, she stuck her tongue out, licking around my tip as I quickly grew to my full length and thickness.

Glancing up at me, she said, "Twentieth floor is where I live," before wrapping her lips around my cock and starting to bob her head up and down. I watched her for a few seconds before pressing the button for her floor.

"God damn, Lindsay," I said as the elevator started to move. By the time it reached the fifth floor, Lindsay had started using my hand on the lower portion of my cock. Five floors later, she had added her tongue to the mix, briefly taking me out of her mouth to lick the sides of my shaft. I was praying for the elevator to break down when I saw floor fifteen pass by time and groaned when eighteen came and she took me out of her mouth, pulling my pants back up before the door opened on her floor.

"I really hope your apartment isn't too far away," I told her.

"It's not," she said as she took my hand and walked me out of the elevator

Her apartment was just around the corner from the elevator and she had left the door unlocked before coming to get me. Once we were inside, Lindsay moved me to the couch in the living room and made me sit down on it. Her hands went back to my jeans, pulling them down to my ankles this time, as she leaned over and passionately kissed me.

With my still-hard cock out, Lindsay ended the kiss and dropped back to her knees in front of me. Before resuming the blowjob, she grabbed the bottom of her crop top, and pulled it over her head, letting her small breasts bounce free. She wrapped her hand around my shaft again and started rubbing up and down as she leaned forward and licked my tip with her tongue.

"Fuck, Lindsay. I'm not going to last," I told the Canadian country singer.

Lindsay took me deeper and deeper into her mouth, touching the back of her throat, then sliding back to my tip. She used her tongue to lick around it, then slid back down, going a little bit faster each time as her hand jacked off my lower portion.

My hips started to come up from the couch as I started to orgasm after warning Lindsay one more time. She felt my cum hit her throat and instantly stayed at my tip, using her hand to pump my cum out. When I was done, she sat back on her legs and opened her mouth to show me the cum sitting on her tongue. As I caught my breath, Lindsay stood up, and I watched her walk away into her kitchen. I heard her spit out the cum and wash it down the sink before opening up the fridge.

When she came back into the living room, she had a bottle of liquor in her hand and took a drink from it before offering it to me. I briefly saw that it was tequila before I also took a drink and handed it back. Lindsay drank a little more before putting the bottle down and climbing onto my lap. She leaned into kiss me as I moved my arms between us and cupped her breasts, squeezing them both as we made out.

After pinching and squeezing her nipples, I moved my hands down to her waist, and pushed her off my lap and onto the couch. I was slightly lying on top of her as I moved one of my hands down to her groin. I pushed against her lounge pants, putting pressure where she wanted it most, and rubbed up and down.

Her mouth opened as our tongues swirled together and I continued to rub her pussy through her pants. When I felt her hips starting to roll, I moved my hand up and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her jeans. Lindsay put her hands on mine, ended the kiss, and said, "Keep them on please."

She moved my hand up and guided me to slip it inside her pants. I leaned down and started to kiss her neck as I moved my hand farther down inside her pants. I was a little surprised that she wasn't wearing underwear and even more surprised to feel a full bush surrounding her moist pussy.

I kissed farther down her body, going up the hump of her breast and to her nipple as I moved my fingers through her hair and rubbed her lower lips. Lindsay moaned as I stuck out my tongue and licked around her nipple, flicking it up and down. I pushed my finger past her lips and into her pussy, gently pulling it in and out as I kissed over to her other breast and started to lick and suck on that one.

The room soon filled with the sounds of Lindsay lightly moaning as her eyes closed with a look of pleasure on her face and my finger as it went in and out of her, making a moist, sloshing sound. I continued to kiss, lick, and suck on her nipples, moving between the two.

When Lindsay started to moan louder, I kissed back up to her lips and gave them a kiss before saying, "Ya know, we got all night if you want to do more."

Lindsay giggled and said, "If you want that, I expect a few dates first. For now, your finger is doing just fine."

"Not even my mouth? Return the favor?" I asked, starting to go a little faster with my finger and kiss her neck again.

"Nope. These pants stay on until I get dinner at my favorite restaurant," Lindsay said, putting her hand on mine that was inside her pants, keeping it moving back and forth.

"And where is that?" I asked, moving my finger in and out as fast as I could inside her pants.

She giggled again, being interrupted by a louder moan as I pulled out of her pussy and quickly found her clit. "You gotta...oh wow...umm...favorite restaurant...shit....you gotta earn that one too."

"Fair enough," I said as I pressed down on her clit, making a circular motion with two fingers.

"Oh my God. So close...Cole...right there!" Lindsay brought one hand off her groin and up to the back of my head, pulling me down to kiss her again. Her other hand stayed pressed on my hand, as her legs snapped shut on both of them. She moaned into my mouth as she climaxed and I could feel her pussy and clit throbbing as I rubbed them.

When she was done, Lindsay leaned her head back on the couch, ending the kiss, and moved her hands and legs away from me. I rubbed her pussy for a few more seconds before pulling my hand out of her pants. "Alright, that was worth it," she moaned as she caught her breath.

"I'm glad you think so," I said as I stood up from the couch, walking over to the bathroom to clean myself up.

When I walked back to the living room, Lindsay had also stood up, but stayed topless. She walked over to me, leaned up to kiss me, and said, "Thank you, Cole, for coming over tonight. Now I know to text you first."

I laughed and said, "I will look forward to it. And finding out what your favorite restaurant is."

A few minutes later, I was climbing into my car after saying goodbye to Lindsay, glancing at the clock and seeing that it had barely been an hour since I left my apartment. I had left my phone in the car when I had arrived there and when I looked at it, I was glad I did. I had a few messages and a missed call from one Carly Pearce.

"Hey, are you working tonight? If not, do you want to come over?" read the first message.

"I guess you must be working. I'll be up all night if you want to come over afterwards. Let me know," read the second message, sent thirty minutes later.

It was followed up a minute later with a picture. The picture only showed her from mid‑thigh down, beautiful, bare legs crossed at the ankle, the edge of a silky ivory slip brushing the tops of her thighs. The lace trim along the hem made it clear she wasn't wearing much else, and the way the fabric clung to her skin left just enough to my imagination to make my heart rate spike.

I had just barely missed the call when I looked at the time stamp of it. Putting my car in drive, I called her back. "Hey there, handsome, just getting off work?" Carly said, picking up on the first ring.

"Um, no, not exactly, just a busy night," I answered back, not wanting to lie to Carly, but also not wanting her to know where I was. "Sorry I missed your texts and call."

"Better get over here and make it up to me," Carly said seductively.

"On my way. Be there in fifteen," I told her.

"Good," was her simple reply.

When I knocked on her door, Carly opened it even faster then she had answered the phone, and pulled me inside.

Carly stood barefoot in a silky ivory slip dress, with thin spaghetti straps falling off her shoulders, lace trim dripping low at her chest, the hem barely brushing mid-thigh. Her hair was loose and slightly messy and her breath smelled like wine, like she had been waiting for me with nothing else on her mind.

After shutting the door behind us, Carly wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss me. I eagerly returned her kiss as we walked into her living room. I briefly saw a glass of wine with a half-empty bottle next to it before we sat down on the couch, still making out.

Her hands went to my groin and started to undo my jeans, my cock already starting to grow hard. I tried to remember the last time I had been with two different women in one night and, honestly, I'm not sure if it had ever happened. As she got her hand into my jeans, wrapping around my cock through her boxers, I put my hand on her breasts, squeezing them through the fabric that was barely covering them.

Carly pulled my hard, thick cock out of the flap in my boxers and was stroking it with her hand. Our tongues swirled together as I slipped my hand inside her nightie and used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples. She ended the kiss when she felt the pre-cum leaking out of my cock. She bent over my groin as I leaned back on the couch and she used her tongue to lick around my cock.

I moaned and used one of my hands to pull her hair back and out of her face as Carly wrapped her peach-tinted lips, soft and glossy, wrapped around me. She started bobbing her head up and down as she shifted on the couch, kneeling on her legs next to me. I reached over with my hand as she blew me, rubbing her back until I reached the hem of her nightie.

I didn't notice or feel any underwear as I pulled up her silk dress and briefly grabbed her ass before moving my fingers to the crack of her butt and sliding it up and down to her pussy. Carly moaned around my shaft as she continued to bob her head up and down and I started to spread her wetness around.

"Fuck, I want you," Carly moaned, taking me out of her mouth.

"Get up here then," I told her, pulling my finger away from her pussy.

"No. I want you to take me," Carly said, lying back on the couch and spreading her legs open. As she did so, the bottom of the nightie pushed up, revealing her clean-shaven pussy to me. I quickly adjusted, lying on top of her, and sliding my cock easily into her. I put my hands on the couch behind her and started thrusting back and forth, going hard and quick, rocking it back and forth as Carly moaned under me.

"Yes. Yes. Cole! Yes!" As she moaned my name, I reached down and pulled her nightie up even farther, exposing her breasts and bunching it up around her neck. I kept one hand on the couch to hold myself up as I thrusted my hips back and forth and moved my other hand to her breasts, pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts over and over.

Carly wrapped her legs around my waist, using them to keep me as close to her as possible. She continued to moan as I slammed into her, going as hard and fast as I could. "Do you want me to finish in your mouth again? Or on your tits?" I asked her, getting closer and closer to my orgasm.

"Fuck no. I want it in me," Carly moaned, raising her hips off the couch, using them in conjunction with her legs wrapped around me to help aid our bodies rocking together.

My moans soon joined her as I worked up to my climax. I let go of her breasts, moving my hand back up to the arm of the couch. I gripped it tightly as I slammed into her, using it to pull myself as deep as possible when I started to orgasm.

"Oh fuck yes!" I moaned, staying still for the first few seconds of my orgasm as I came hard.

"Oh my God!" Carly moaned as her hips and legs started to move me back and forth, pumping cum out of my cock and into her.

I leaned down after a second to passionately kiss her. Our mouths opened, our tongues swirling together, as I continued to roll my hips on top of her, sliding my cock in and out as my orgasm started to subside.

When I was done, we ended the kiss, staring into each other's eyes as we fought to catch our breath. "Wow," Carly said.

"No kidding," I agreed, pulling myself out of her.

We shifted a bit on the couch until we were both sitting on it, with my arm wrapped around her. Carly fixed her nightie before lying her head down on my shoulder. After a few minutes of silence, Carly said, "Cole, I missed you while I was out on the road. You don't know how many times I almost called you."