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.

Vo. 16- CARLY PEARCE

As soon as I heard Carly telling me that she needed me, tears in her voice, I jumped out of bed, grabbed the closest pair of pants I could find to put on, and left my apartment, keys in hand. The cold December air hit me like a brick but I didn't care as I jumped in my truck and shot out of the apartment complex, heading for Carly's house.

For three in the morning, the streets of Nashville were still pretty busy, but I felt like I made record time driving across town to the outskirts where Carly lived. As I pulled into her driveway, I saw her open the front door, dabbing her face with a tissue in her hand. I turned off the truck and got out, my eyes never leaving her, as I wrapped my arms around her waist, moving her back inside the house, and out of the cold. I closed the door behind us as Carly wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her head into my shoulder, the tears easily flowing.

I moved us to a couch in her living room and sat down, rubbing her back as she cried. "I'm sorry, Cole," she finally said as she sat up on the couch, wiping the tears away. "You didn't have to come. It was dumb of me to even call you and expect anything from you."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Doesn't matter to me what has happened in the past. If you're in distress, I will be here for you."

"You're so sweet," she said. "I tried to tell them that but they didn't care."

"Who?" I asked, wondering what she was talking about.

Carly was silent for a moment, deep in thought. I rubbed her back again as I looked her over. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, held back with just a hair tie. She was wearing a sleeveless white muscle tank, with nothing on underneath, as I kept getting full glimpses of her side. Black, athletic style shorts were fitted snuggly around her waist and she looked like she had had a rough night.

She finally took a deep breath, wiped away the last of her tears, and said, "You deserve to know the truth. And if you want to leave afterwards, I won't stop you."

"I know that our relationship started off as more just a hook up when we could thing but I felt like we were really starting to connect with each other, especially as we talked more about life and not just sex. I never felt pressured around you or like I had to pretend to be somebody. And, I kind of felt like maybe you were starting to develop feelings, too," she started, looking at me as I nodded along in agreement.

"I thought so. So, the last time we had planned to hang out, I was actually hoping to tell you that I would be OK with taking things between us in a more serious direction. But, then I made my first mistake," she said. I asked what it was and she continued, "I told my manager and my publicist about you and our potential relationship and they were both massively against it."

"Why?" I asked, continuing to rub her back as I listened to her.

"A few reasons, as they tried to explain to me. First off, they didn't feel like it was a good look for me to keep dating in the industry. I married another singer and that didn't work out. I dated a member of my band and that went horrible. I did try a baseball player but that didn't work out. So, they felt like if you and I didn't work out, there was a possibility that it could hurt my career, as some people might not want to work with me afterwards."

"That's dumb. If that was the case, we would all be in trouble," I tried to reassure her.

"Right? My thoughts too. But, they also knew about your reputation for sleeping around. Not that I cared about it. Until we were serious, you could fuck whoever you wanted to. And it sounds like you have," she said, finally showing me a little smile.

"I won't deny it."

"Anyway. They finally convinced me that dating you wasn't a good idea and introduced me to Jordan, the guy I've been with the last few months. That was my second mistake."

Seeing the look of concern on my face, she laughed a little and said, "Oh, it wasn't anything he did. He was great as far as all that goes. A gentleman, said and did all the right things. He would honestly be an amazing catch for any woman. But, I just never felt a spark."

"I'm sorry, Carly," I told her. "That isn't fair to you at all."

"Such is life. It was really hard to see you at the CMA awards and act like nothing at happened. And then to see you at the Opry Christmas and see how you and Lainey were. It crushed me," she said, another tear rolling down her cheek.

I wiped it away with my finger and said, "I'm sorry, Carly. If I had any idea of any of that happening..."

Before I could finish my sentence, she interrupted me and said, "Don't be sorry, Cole. You had no way of knowing and I felt like I couldn't tell you. She actually asked about me and you and I told you that there was nothing going on. I'm assuming that you two fucked that night?"

I told her that we did and Carly nodded her head. She stared off into the distance again, lost in thought, before snuggling close to me, wrapping her arms around my body, and laying her head down on my chest.

"This just feels right," she said after a few minutes of silence and I agreed with her. "So, is it true? Have you become a womanizer that last few months?"

I laughed and said, "I don't know if that's the word I would use, but I have been very lucky this year."

"Would you be willing to tell me just how lucky?" She asked, adjusting to lay her head down on my lap, unwrapping her arms from my body, with her legs up on the couch.

"I could but first, you and Jordan?"

"We're done. I ended it last night. He started talking about marriage, I got really excited, and then I realized that as we planned things out, all I could think about was you."

"So, me and you?"

"If you still like me," she said, staring up at me.

I laughed as I moved some loose hair off her face and behind her ear. "You might change your mind after you hear about my year."

"Doubt it."

"Alright. It started with Miranda Lambert, then Ella Langley. Megan Moroney was next at the CMA Fest and I also got a blowjob from Emily Ann Roberts that weekend. You happened along with Alexandra Kay at the Ryman. RaeLynn came to my apartment after calling me an asshole. I met up with Kelsea at the beach and we spent the weekend doing something every night. I ran into Lauren Alaina at the grocery store and that somehow ended up with a blowjob. Kylie Morgan at the Opry. I helped out at a Hailey Whitters concert, she took me out to dinner as a thank you, and we fucked. And, actually, it was a few days before the dinner with Hailey that I went to Kentucky with you," I said with a smile, thinking back to the blowjob in the car.

"Me and Maren Morris had some fun on her tour bus. Lindsay Ell accidentally sent me a dirty picture and that ended up with a blowjob." I started to laugh and Carly asked what was so funny. "Nothing really funny, I guess. But, that was the night that you called me over here and we fucked."

"Seriously? So your cock had been in another woman's mouth that night? Wow," she said with a smile and mock disappointment.

"After that was rehearsals for the CMA awards show. Miranda apparently spilled the beans about me and her hooking up to Sara Evans and she wanted some. That night, Ashley McBryde invited me to a bonfire and we ended up fucking," I continued.

"That was about the I ghosted you, wasn't it? What was going through your mind?"

"I don't know, honestly. Disappointment? Like you said, I thought that we were building up to something good, so I was definitely sad," I told her.

"I'm sorry, Cole. I'm sure all the sex with these hot women was making up for it. Who was next? Lainey?"

I laughed and said, "Um, no. Let me see, after Ashley...oh, right. Some girl names Sabrina Carpenter came to Bridgestone and I guess I impressed her enough to get an invite to her hotel room."

"Shut the fuck up. You slept with Sabrina Carpenter?" I told her that I had and she said, "Was she just as sexual as her lyrics suggest?"

"Oh yeah. If not more so," I told her.

"I was at that concert," Carly said.

"What night? I actually worked both nights and it was the second night I got the invite," I said.

"The second night," she said.

"Dang. Apparently you may have been my good luck charm," I said with a little laugh. When she asked why, I said, "Because the next time we were in that same building, for the CMA Awards, I slept with Maddie, Tae, and RaeLynn that night."

Carly's jaw dropped and she said, "Holy shit. Just remind me to never go in there with you again. Lainey had to be next, right?"

I laughed again and said, "Nope. Close. I actually had one more night with Miranda Lambert, then Lainey."

"Wow. Maybe we shouldn't get together. I would hate to ruin all this good luck you've been having."

"Nah. I would rather be with just one woman. Sleeping around can be fun, but I think I've had my fill," I confessed.

"I would say so. What is that, eighteen women in one year? It's a miracle there's no baby Cole yet or you didn't catch a disease," she said with another laugh.

"No kidding. Or an upset boyfriend or husband," I said, my laugh joining hers. "Does my body count scare you away?"

"Nope. I've made my choice. Just wondering about you," she said, her eyes looking hopefully up at me.

In response, I leaned down until our lips made contact, and we started to kiss. Carly started to adjust her body, moving up to better kiss me. Our lips parted as our tongues swirled together, meeting for the first time in months. At the same time, Carly placed her hand on my groin, slowly rubbing my growing cock up and down through my pants.

"Carly, you don't have to do anything," I said as I pulled my lips away from hers.

"I know," she said, undoing the button and zipper on my jeans. "But I want to." Her hand slipped inside my boxers and pulled my cock out. "I've missed you. And I've thought about your cock every time I've seen another one."

I leaned back on the couch as Carly wrapped her hand around my shaft, rubbing it up and down, as she leaned down over my shaft, sticking out her tongue and licking the precum off my tip. She wrapped her lips around my shaft and started bobbing her head up and down, moving her hand at the same speed and pace.

I leaned my head back on the couch, moaning as I enjoyed the feeling of her full lips moving up and down my shaft. "Fuck, Carly, your lips. I've missed them."

She continued to move up and down, moaning around my cock, her mouth and hand working together. I wasn't going to last long and warned her. Carly took her mouth as far down my cock as she could, using he5 hand to pump up and down, until I pushed my hips up, and started to orgasm.

Carly held herself still as I came, working quickly to swallow the cum being shot down her throat. When I was done, she slowly licked everything clean before moving back up and cuddling next to me. I went to kiss her, moving on to please her, but stopped when Carly put her head on my chest and said, "Please don't leave, Cole. Ever."

We ended up in bed together for the rest of the night, sleeping peacefully until mid-morning. We woke up, made love, and fell back asleep until we both woke up starving. That night, after making love again, we reaffirmed that we both wanted each other, and to do what we could to make it work, even going as far as not wanting to make it public and to just enjoy each other.

We spent Christmas and New Year's together and she even did a show at the Opry with nobody finding out. A few weeks into the new year, Carly went out on a short tour, just hitting some west coast towns she hadn't hit for a while. We texted and called as much as possible but it just wasn't the same, especially with being in a new relationship.

She was set to return home on February 14th, Valentine's Day. Although it was a Saturday and I was supposed to work, I changed with somebody else and got the night off. I offered to pick Carly up from the airport but she told me no, as we were still a little undercover and she didn't want any rumors spreading. Instead, I went to her house to wait.

We didn't have near the amount of paparazzi that Los Angeles has, but I still pulled my tinted truck into her garage and walked through it to get into her house. Once there, I set to work decorating it. By the time I was done, I had candles flickering in the front entrance, the kitchen, the hallway, and in the bedroom. Instead of red rose petals, I bought bouquets of soft pink peonies and white tulips, a remembrance of her home in Kentucky and sat them in vases all over the living room and bedroom.

Next to the fire place was a plate of chocolate covered strawberries, the scent of them lingering in the air. And, of course, I couldn't forget a bottle of her favorite red wine, sitting next to two empty glasses by the plate of strawberries.

I had a few more gifts waiting in the bedroom, anxiously waiting to see her reaction to them as I heard the garage door opening and I waited for Carly in the middle of her living room.

"Cole? Where are you?" I heard her saying as she walked into the house. "Oh my gosh! Cole!"

I watched as she came through the garage entry way, looking all over at the candles and the flowers, her jaw dropped down in surprise and shock. "Cole! Oh my gosh!"

I laughed as she dropped the two duffel bags of clothes she was carrying and walked over to give her a hug. "Happy Valentine's Day, baby. I missed you."

"I missed you, too. Oh my gosh! Is that wine and chocolate covered strawberries!?" She exclaimed, letting go of me and walking towards the fireplace.

"Yes, it is. But, first, if you want to go get comfortable, there is something for you on your bed," I told her, grabbing her by the hips, and leaning down to briefly kiss her neck before leading her down the hallway to her room.

Her room was much the same as the rest of the house...lights dimmed low, flickering candles, vases of flowers, and her favorite scent in the air. On the bed was a card, telling her how much I cherish and adored her. Next to it was a champagne-colored nightgown, trimmed in lace along with a matching robe. She put her hands over her mouth as she looked around before she turned to me, threw her arms around my neck, and pulled me in for what I was hoping would be the first of many kisses that night.

"Oh, my gosh, Cole! I can't believe you did all this! Now, get out and let me change," she said, while pushing me out of her room and shutting the door. I walked back out into the living room, sitting down next to the fireplace, putting another log on it, and eagerly waited.

I heard her call my name a few minutes later and looked up to watch as Carly stepped out slowly, her eyes locked on mine, a soft, shy smile curving her lips. Her hair was down, tousled from travel, falling in effortless waves over her shoulders. The satin robe I picked out draped loosely around her body, tied in a casual knot just above her waist. It clung in places, her curves hinted beneath the sheen of fabric, catching the firelight as she moved.

Underneath, the matching nightgown peeked through: pale champagne with delicate lace across her chest, the neckline dipping just enough to show the swell of her breasts. The silk clung to her hips as she walked, brushing against her thighs with each step.

"You are so beautiful," I told her as she leaned down, gave me a kiss, and sat down across from me.

"This is amazing. You're hired to decorate my home after every concert," she said, already reaching for a strawberry as I grabbed the bottle of wine to open it.

For the next hour, we drank the wine, fed each other strawberries, each time getting sexier and sexier, and shared brief, intimate kisses. With the bottle of wine half gone and both of us a little tipsy, Carly said, "I feel bad that I didn't get you anything, but I'm guessing that between the wine, the strawberries, flowers, and the nightgown, you have something in mind that'll make up for the lack of a gift."

I laughed and said, "Being with you is the greatest gift I could ever ask for."

"Being with me as in being in a relationship? Or being with me as in taking me to bed and making love to me?"

"Both," I replied, finishing off my glass of wine.

"Cause this wine is doing a great job of turning me on. And I've barely touched myself the last few weeks," she said, finishing off her glass.

I leaned off the plate that once held the chocolate covered strawberries, meeting Carly as she leaned in too, and we started to kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I put my hands on her hips as we started to stand up, continuing to kiss in the soft glow of the dying fire. I reached for the tie of her robe and pulled it loose, slipping the robe off her shoulders and leaving her in just the nightgown as we made our way to her room.

Once there, at the foot of her queen-size bed, we briefly pulled away as Carly took my shirt off, before going right back to kissing. As our tongues swirled together, Carly's fingers started to undo my jeans, hooking into the waistband of them after they were unzipped, and tugging them down to my knees.

As they came down, Carly ended the kiss and squatted down, pulling my jeans off completely. Going eye level with my groin, she giggled as the tip of my hard cock poked through the flap of my boxers. She stuck out her tongue, licking off the precum, before she pulled my boxers down, nearly getting smacked by my cock as it popped out.

She wrapped her soft lips around, a hint of lip gloss on them, and started to bob her head up and down. I moaned softly, running my fingers through her hair, gently helping to guide her.

Carly didn't blow me for too long before she took me out of her mouth and stood up. I scooted back on the bed as she climbed onto it, crawling over my body, and laying on me to once again kiss. This time, as we made out, with my hands back on her hips, she pressed her groin down on my hard, thick cock, moving it back and forth.

"Fuck, baby," I moaned as I ended the kiss, pushing my hips up as I tried to get into her.

Carly sat up on me and I watched as she pulled up the nightgown, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear. As she pushed herself up, using one hand to hold her nightgown, and the other to guide my cock into her, I asked if she's been that way this whole time.

"Yes, I have. And I've been soaked the entire time," Carly admitted as she slid down my shaft and started to roll her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her bare pussy.

She continued to ride me as I slid my hands under her nightgown and onto her hips, helping to hold her steady. Carly leaned down, putting her hands on the bed to support herself, and kissed me as her hair fell around us. I moved my hands off her hips and around to her ass, squeezing it tightly as she rode me.

Ending the kiss, Carly looked into my eyes and said, "I think I know an actual gift I can give you tonight." I asked what it is and Carly leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You can fuck me in the ass."

We had talked about doing anal and Carly said she only did it with those she loved and trusted. I almost blew right then and there, having to pull her off my cock to stop myself, causing Carly to giggle.

As she laughed, I sat up in the bed, wrapped my arms around her waist, and flipped us over, making Carly change her giggle to a yelp of surprise and excitement. I kissed her lips again but instead of sliding my cock back into her, I moved down her body, planting little kisses on her neck and her chest. She had her legs spread wide as I pushed her nightgown back up and leaned down, lightly blowing on her vagina.