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. 6- KELSEA BALLERINI

Towards the end of July, I decided to take some time off and head for the beach. I had rented a little cottage at Edisto Beach in South Carolina and invited a few friends, but nobody could make it. I even reached out to Carly Pearce, who said she would love to join me, but would be out on the road that weekend. So, I set out early Friday morning by myself to make the nearly nine hour drive from Nashville to Edisto Beach.

Even though I had left early enough to make it there by late afternoon, I stopped to explore or eat a few times and didn't get to my AirBNB until almost seven o'clock that night.

I'm sure the AirBNB host probably thought I was crazy when I made the reservation. In fact, I know they did since they sent me multiple messages after I booked, making sure I made the correct reservation. The house had four bedrooms, six beds, two bathrooms, and could fit up to fourteen guests. And I was by myself. But, I wanted somewhere right on the beach and it was the nicest house available.

I quickly put my bag down in the biggest bedroom I could find before I left the house, made sure my SUV was locked, and walked down to the beach.

As soon as I stepped onto the beach, with my sandal-covered feet sinking into the sand, I was incredibly happy I was there. The beach was nearly deserted, with what looked like one lone person there, besides myself. I looked in their direction, as they laid down on a beach towel, not moving. It was definitely a female and, while I couldn't make out any specific features, she did look like she had a nice body. Hopefully she was single and hopefully she stuck around.

I hadn't changed into my swimsuit before walking to the beach, so I started walking along it, making sure to stay on the sand. I had opted to walk towards where the other person was laying down, making sure to give her plenty of distance, and not look her way so I didn't frighten her off. I thought I saw her moving as I got closer, but I had my eyes glued to the ocean as I walked past her, enjoying my walk.

I walked for probably a mile before I decided to turn around and head back to my rental for the weekend. The female on the beach down was sitting up by now and I could see that she was looking in my direction. As I got closer, I could see that she had on a white hat, a white tank top, and shorts, and had long, blonde hair, plus large sunglasses covering her eyes.

As I got closer, I waved before moving over a little, away from her but stopped in my tracks when she lowered her sunglasses and said, "Cole? Cole Anders?"

I stared over at her, trying to figure out how she knew my name. As it dawned on me, my eyes went wide, both in surprise and excitement. "Kelsea?"

"Oh, my God! What are you doing here?" Kelsea Ballerini said as she stood up and walked up to me.

We shared a brief hug as I said, "Just taking a vacation for the weekend and wanted to hang out by the beach. What are you doing here?"

"The same! Well, besides it being a weekend. I've been here for a few weeks now. Are you by yourself?" She asked me.

"Um, yeah. Asked a few different people to come but none of them could," I told her. "What about you? I don't think I've ever seen you alone."

Kelsea laughed as she said, "Actually, I am. Just me and Dibs. I've had some friends out for a few days but they went home. Chase was here for most of it, but had to go back to Vancouver to film. And, funny enough since I've now run into you, Maren literally just left today."

Chase referred to her boyfriend, Chase Stokes, who was a TV actor. I had met him a few times when Kelsea played at the Opry and he seemed like a really great, supportive guy. Better than her ex-husband, Morgan Evans. I never did like him. And Maren was Maren Morris, another female country singer, who has kinda gotten away from the Nashville scene.

"Oh, damn, that's a shame. I haven't seen Maren in a while," I told her.

"Right? It was great catching up with her. Are you staying close by?" She asked as she looked around. I pointed to where I was staying and she did the same, and we laughed at how close we were staying to each other. As the laughter ended, she said, "So, Cole, have you had anything to eat yet? I know a good place if you haven't."

I told her that I hadn't before she said, "Great!", gathered up her towel, and started to lead me away from where I had come.

The little place she took me to was tucked away in a small nook just off the beach. It had a little bar and three, maybe four tables. Kelsea had apparently been there before, since she was greeted by the waitress and the bartender and quickly had a drink in her hand as they asked what I wanted.

Before I knew it, Kelsea and I had each eaten a plate of burgers and fries and gone through at least five different drinks, not including the shots we took. I know that I was definitely feeling the alcohol and had a feeling that Kelsea was as well. Her laughter had gotten a little louder, her hands a little closer to me, and her language a little dirtier.

"I had to go home," Kelsea said as she cut herself off when the waitress asked if she wanted another drink.

"I'll walk you there. Make sure you get home safely," I told her.

Kelsea stared into my eyes for a few moments. When the waitress brought over my check for the night, Kelsea waved her off, telling her to put it on her tab.

"You don't have to do that," I told her.

"You can repay me by making sure I get home safe," Kelsea said as we stood up.

We left the little restaurant together, standing extremely close as we entered the sandy beach. I offered my arm to her and she looked at it before saying, "Is that supposed to be your first move?"

"Depends. Would it be OK?" I asked her, my arm still out.

"Guess we'll see how it goes," Kelsea said, locking her arm through mine and leaning close to me as we walked along the beach.

I was on cloud-nine, walking on the beach with the beautiful Kelsea Ballerini. Just like Carly Pearce, Kelsea was easily one of the most beautiful women in the country music industry, if not the world. Kelsea loved to perform at the Opry, so my relationship with her went back a number of years. I always felt like she was one of the most talented singers out there and never really understood why she wasn't more well-known then she was.

As we walked, Kelsea's hand lazily rubbed up and down on my arm. Remembering her dirty talk from earlier, I said, "Are you getting your hand ready to rub something else?"

With a laugh, Kelsea said, "In your dreams."

"Not the first time I've been told that," I responded.

"Was that your plan? Take me out, get me drunk, and hope I'd let you fuck me? I am in a relationship, Cole," Kelsea said, still rubbing my arm.

"I mean, you're the one that invited me out when you saw me," I reminded her.

"Yes, I did. But, not to get laid. I got plenty of that from Chase when he was here and Maren last night," Kelsea said with a giggle.

"Maren?" I asked, my interest piqued.

"Yes, Maren. Is that OK? Can't a girl have some fun with another girl? Chase is OK with it," Kelsea said.

"I'm sure he is. I would be too. Kinda sad I missed it," I told her.

"Do you want to see pictures?" Kelsea teased.

"Seriously?" I asked.

Kelsea laughed again before letting go of my arm and skipping ahead of me. I watched her go for a few minutes, blonde hair bouncing behind her. We were pretty close to my AirBNB and I was pretty surprised when she turned towards. I ran to catch up to her as she stood by the door.

"Your place, right?" She asked, staring up at me with her pretty eyes.

"Yes, it is. Why are we here?" I asked, reaching for my key to unlock it.

Kelsea shrugged as she pushed past me and into the house. I followed her in, turning and shutting the door behind me. She walked over to the couch and sat down before saying, "This is a big house just for yourself."

"Yeah. Like I said, I was hoping to have company," I told her as I walked over to join her.

"Well, now you have some. What kind of company were you hoping for?" She asked, turning to face me on the couch, putting her elbow on the back of the couch.

I laughed and said, "Well, let's just say whether I was here or on the beach, I wasn't planning on having a shirt on."

Kelsea laughed and said, "So, about those pictures."

I really didn't believe that she was going to show me anything too crazy but I still scooted over to sit next to her as she pulled out her phone. She opened up her photos app but then held the phone up to her face so I couldn't see it as she looked at few, mumbling to herself and looking at me with a sly smile on her face.

"I guess this one is safe to show you," she said as she flipped her phone around to show me a picture of her and Maren, sitting on a couch, each wearing a low-cut tank top and holding a glass of wine. The next picture was much the same, minus the wine glasses.

In the third picture, Maren had turned towards Kelsea, who was looking into the camera with a smirk. Maren had her hand on Kelsea's shoulder, her fingers looking to go lower.

"Did you send these pictures to Chase to tease him?" I asked her.

"Maybe," Kelsea said, scrolling to the next one.

My breath caught as I saw Maren leaning in to kiss Kelsea's neck. The camera was lifted higher than before, showing that Maren had one hand on Kelsea's breast, appearing to be pinching her nipple. At the end of the picture, it looked like Maren's lower half was naked, besides a tiny piece of fabric going between her buttcheeks.

Kelsea swiped one more time. I had only a few seconds to take in the image on the phone. Maren and Kelsea were clearly kissing and both had their tank tops off and their hands on each other's breasts before Kelsea locked her phone and set it down.

"Let's just say that the rest of the pictures, if they ever got out, or even word of them, could ruin my career. Maybe Chase or Maren's too," she said, a serious look on her face.

"Trust me, I wouldn't and won't say anything to anybody," I told her, my imagination already going wild with the thoughts of what her and Maren got up to.

"Good. I knew I could trust you. Although, that thing in your shorts might explode if you saw the videos," Kelsea said, glancing down at the obvious tent I was pitching in my shorts.

"Videos?" Before I could contemplate what she meant by videos, I was pushed back on the couch as Kelsea straddled my lap, her lips immediately kissing mine.

I instinctively kissed her back, my arms wrapping around her waist, as my hips pushed up. In my drunken state, I forgot about her relationship and had no reservations at all at returning her kiss as her tongue pushed against my lips.

I parted my lips for our tongues to swirl together as Kelsea continued to grind on me, pushing her groin against mine. She started to moan into my mouth as her hips moved faster and faster. I moved my hands down to grab her ass, squeezing her cheeks tightly as she dry humped me.

When our lips finally pulled apart, Kelsea let out a loud sigh as I asked, "Are you sure?"

"Either you get me off and can brag that you did it or I go back to my place and do it myself," she said, as she continued to roll her hips.

In response, I rolled us around until Kelsea was laying flat on the couch. I kissed her lips again before I started to move down her body. I kissed her neck a little but when I got to her chest and attempted to move her tank top from her breasts, Kelsea put her hands on my head, pushing me down as she said, "Keep going."

I did cup one of her breasts and gave it a little squeeze as I moved past it. When I reached her groin, Kelsea was already lifting up her hips, giving me access to pull her shorts and underwear down and off her long, tan legs, revealing her bare vagina to me.

"Yes. Right there. Lick me!"

I didn't want to disappoint her, so I eagerly dove in, licking all over her vagina. Her juices instantly covered my face and mouth, tasting sweet and even better then I could have imagined. I easily pushed my tongue past her lower lips and began darting it in and out of her, being encouraged by her moans. I brought my hand up, quickly finding her clit with my fingers and started to rub it.

Kelsea's hands had followed my head as it went down her body and I felt them on the back of my head as she wrapped her legs around my neck. She ran her fingers through my hair as her hips pushed up, grinding her groin on my face.

"Oh fuck! Right fuck! Fuck, Cole! I'm cumming!"

She made sure I stayed right next to her pussy as she came, using her grip on my head to slowly move my face side-to-side.

"Fuck, I needed that tonight," Kelsea said when her orgasm was done and she released her grip on me.

"Yeah? Is there anything else you need tonight?" I asked as I sat up and went to lower my shorts down.

Kelsea, however had other ideas. She reached her hand out, stopping me from pulling my shorts down. "Sorry, Cole, I know it's mean of me, but I don't want to go any further."

I sat back, feeling a little sad, but said, "Of course. Don't fault you at all."

"Good. I knew you would understand. Hey, is it alright if I crash on one of the beds here?"

I told her of course as I helped her off the couch, watched her pull up her underwear and shorts and went to find a room suitable for her. When she found the one she wanted, she kissed my cheek, told me good night, and closed the door.

Laying in my bed a few moments later, I couldn't believe that Kelsea Ballerini was sleeping in the same house as me, and I had just ate her out.

When I woke up the next morning, I went to find Kelsea to make sure she was OK. She wasn't in her room, any of the other bedrooms, in a bathroom, or the living room and kitchen. I found a note from her on the counter that simply said, "Thanks for last night!", signed with her initials.

I read the note a few times before I shrugged my shoulders and went to get dressed. My stomach was growling and my head pounding. Damn hangovers. I quickly brushed my teeth, combed my hair, pulled on a pair of swim trunks, grabbed a bag to hold my belongings, and left the AirBNB.

I spent the morning wandering around the beach, finding some food to eat and going for a swim in the ocean. I didn't bring my phone, wanting to disconnect from the world, and just relax.

Just after I ate some lunch and was lying out on the beach, I heard a familiar voice say my name. I opened my eyes to see Kelsea standing above me. Her blonde hair was tousled from the wind, catching the sunlight as it spilled over her shoulders. She wore a light floral bikini that matched the easy, laid-back vibe of the beach, her skin already kissed by the sun.

"Did you get my note?" She asked me and I confirmed that I had. "Sorry I bailed the way I did. Once I woke up and remembered what happened, I couldn't believe it. I should have never shown you those pictures or did what we did."

I shrugged my shoulders and sat up, inviting her to sit down next to me. As she joined me, looking out over the ocean, I said, "Kelsea, we were both drunk. I'll never say a word to anyone about what happened."

"I knew I could trust you. So, any plans today?" She asked me after giving me a quick hug.

We ended up spending the day together. Swimming in the ocean, taking her dog Dibs for a walk, and she showed me some of her favorite spots in town. As the sun started to set, she invited me back to her place, where we cooked up a frozen pizza and made a fire on the private beach access she had.

I had a beer in my hand while Kelsea was sipping from a glass of wine, sitting close to each other on a wooden log in front of the fire, the ocean in front of us. "I do feel bad about last night. I never meant to leave you with blue balls," she said randomly.

I laughed and I drank my beer and said, "It's all good. I wasn't complaining about what did happen."

"I know. But, I saw how hard you were. That couldn't have been fun to go to sleep with," she said as I watched her eyes glancing downwards.

"You could always make up for it tonight," I teased her with a shrug of my shoulders.

Kelsea finished off her wine before setting the glass down in the sand. Looking into my eyes, she said, "OK."

I about spat out my beer as she moved her hand over to my groin and started rubbing my cock over my swim trunks. "Kelsea, you're in a relationship. If you didn't like how you felt this morning after we drank a lot more last night, you won't like how you'll feel tomorrow."

"So, you don't want a blowjob?" She teased, feeling my cock getting hard at her touch.

"No. I mean, yes. Just, I don't want you unhappy or mad at yourself," I told her as her fingers hooked into the waistband of my trunks and started to tug them down.

"From the size of this, I don't think I'll be unhappy," she said as my long, hard, thick cock popped out.

I started to laugh but that quickly changed to a moan as Kelsea wrapped her hand around the bottom of my shaft and started rubbing up and down on it. I looked over at Kelsea as she jacked me off, still in a bikini, with her blonde hair hanging loose down her back. I had been staring at her body every chance I got that day and now that she had her hand wrapped around my cock, I wasn't about to take my eyes off her.

Kelsea saw me staring and said, "You know I've caught you looking at me all day, right?"

"Can't help it. You're fucking hot and you've been in a bikini all day," I told her.

"Do you wish I'd take you inside and let you fuck me?" She teased, her free hand moving up and around her chest, her fingers trailing on her breasts.

"Of course," I told her.

"Hmm. I thought so. I can feel it in your cock," Kelsea said, her hand twisting and moving all over my shaft and tip.

Her fingers stayed on her breasts and I watched as she grabbed the top of her bikini and pulled it down over one breast, revealing her nipple to me. "Fuck, Kels," I moaned as I watched her pinch her nipple. "I'm gonna cum."

Feeling my cock twitching in her hand, Kelsea leaned down into my lap, her lips just barely wrapping around my tip. I felt her tongue flicking back and forth on me, her hand still moving up and down, and I looked up into the night sky and started to orgasm. The flickering of the flames from the fire lit up Kelsea's face as she pumped my cum into her mouth, swallowing every drop.

I was pushing my hips up as I climaxed, feeling my cock twitching in her hand. I looked down to see Kelsea, as I finished, slid her mouth down my shaft, easily taking me into her throat. "Fuck," I moaned again as Kelsea came up, using her tongue to lick the underside of my shaft and the tip of my cock.

"There," she said as she pulled my swim trunks back over my cock. "Now we're even."

A while later, after the fire died out and the little bit of alcohol we had was gone, Kelsea and I made plans for the next day before hugging and saying goodbye. As I walked back to my AirBNB, the image of her in my lap, swallowing my cum, replayed over and over in my mind.

I met up with Kelsea around midday the next day, as she had some business to take care of in the morning. When she opened the door to let me into her rental house, she was wearing a pretty floral, flowing dress and had her hair done up. She gave me a quick hug before telling me to have a seat on the couch while she got ready.

Kelsea walked out of the bedroom about ten minutes later, towel in one hand, sunglasses in the other. Her dark olive bikini clung perfectly to her frame, simple but stunning. Her long, wavy blonde hair was still a little damp, falling over her shoulders like she'd just stepped out of the shower. She gave me a quick smile, then tucked the sunglasses into the top of her bikini, that hung loose from her chest.