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. 9- MAREN MORRIS

"Hey, can you come run audio for a concert at The Pinnacle on the 25th?"

"Who's playing?"

"Maren Morris. She specifically asked for you."

I typed out sure, sending it to the manager for the Pinnacle before I even checked my calendar. I hadn't seen Maren in a long time, since before her divorce and her coming out as bisexual. I briefly wondered if Kelsea Ballerini telling me about her time spent with Maren had any reason with Maren asking for me, but I'm sure it was just because I had always been friendly with her and she knew she could trust me.

The Pinnacle was a relatively new arena in downtown Nashville and I actually hadn't worked there yet. With that knowledge in mind, I arrived early on the 25th to the arena, giving myself plenty of time to get familiar with the set up and the audio equipment.

Maren's opening act, a Canadian singer named Jade LeMac, came onto the stage with her band to do a sound check. I struggled for a second, with her having more of a pop sound, and her wanting less vocals in her ear, but I eventually found the sweet spot and she walked off after saying, "Thank you."

Somebody mentioned that Maren was walking over for her sound check and I didn't have to wait long for her to come into my view. I chuckled as I almost forgot how tiny Maren was. Barely five feet tall, but she definitely had a presence and an aura to her. She was wearing a sleek black dress with thin spaghetti straps and a modest neckline that still hinted at a flattering shape. The dress hugged her figure and fell below the knee, with a soft, flowy hemline. She paired it with a pair of black heeled boots that gave her height a slight boost. Her long, wavy hair was worn down, adding a relaxed, "I belong here" look to her.

"Hey, Cole, thanks for coming out today," Maren said when she reached me, as I was hooking a monitor onto her guitar player.

"Of course," I answered. "It's my pleasure to help. Thanks for thinking of me."

"Have you worked here before?" She asked, gesturing out at the arena.

"Nope, first time. It's amazing," I told her, getting her bassist and drummer hooked up as well.

"Mine too," Maren said when it was her turn. "Don't worry, I'll be wearing jeans for the actual show."

I laughed as I clipped the pack to the back of her dress and handed her her in-ear piece. She double checked that it was working before walking onto the stage. She counted her band down to begin a song for the check and I gave her a thumbs up that it all sounded good on my end.

I was surprised when Maren pointed to her ear, then to her pack, acting like there was a disconnect. I played with the dials a bit but she shook her head. I was at a loss when I saw her come walking towards me.

With her back to me as I looked over the monitor, Maren whispered, "So, I heard that you spent some time at the beach with Kelsea."

I nodded my head and said, "Yeah, we were there at the same time and met up a few times."

"From what I hear, you did more than just meet up," Maren said, her voice still low. I shot her a look and she giggled as she said, "Don't worry, I won't tell. You know my secret with her and now I know yours."

Maren ran back onto the stage before I could respond and started up another song to recheck her levels. After giving me a thumbs up, I relaxed a little, with what she said running through my mind.

With sound checks done, I walked over to the catering area to grab myself some food and hang out for a bit. Maren walked in a few minutes after me and I couldn't help but stare at her as she loaded up a plate of food. When she started to look over the room to find somewhere to sit, she made eye contact with me, and gave me a sly little smile before walking to an empty table just past me.

When I got up to get some more of the offered food, Maren came up to stand next to me. "Just so you know, as much as I appreciate your audio skills, that's not the only reason why I wanted you here today."

"Oh yeah? And what else could I offer you?" I returned, both of us whispering so nobody could hear as we put food on our plates.

"Just make sure you're free and open when I come to you," Maren teased before turning and leaving the catering area, plate of food in hand.

When I next saw Maren, it was about an hour before her opening act went on stage. She had changed from her black dress into a tiny white crop top that hugged her tight up top, riding just high enough to show off her stomach. Her jeans sat high on her hips, cinched with a black belt, and she had her long brown hair wild and loose. She waved to me as she adjusted her black bra, trying to get the straps to stay under her top.

"New drinking game: take a shot every time I fix this damn strap. You'll be plastered half way through my set," Maren said with a laugh as she stood next to me.

"I have a pin that I could probably fix it with. Nobody would see it," I suggested to her.

Maren laughed and said, "Thanks for the offer. Not the strangest way I've had a guy ask if they could touch me. How do I know your hand wouldn't accidentally slip?"

I shrugged and, making sure nobody could hear me, said, "Is that how things started with you and Kelsea? A little slip of the hand?"

Maren acted shocked that I said that before regaining her composure and saying, "There is one other problem with you using a pin on it." I asked her what it was and she said, "It'll be harder for you to take off later."

I nodded and said, "We could save time and take it off now."

"And let all these people see my tits? Fuck, I've already flashed everybody my pussy. I guess my tits would be next," Maren said with a laugh before getting interrupted.

Jade came back to the audio area a few minutes later to get her pack clipped onto her and get ready for her to go onto the stage. As I double checked her levels, Maren reappeared next to me and said, "Hey, Jade, have you heard the rumors about Cole?" Jade said no, eyeing me suspiciously, and Maren said, "I'll have to fill you in later, but I'm planning on finding out soon if they're true or not."

Jade laughed and shook her head before walking off to join her band. I looked at Maren and asked, "How soon are we talking here?"

Maren smirked and said, "Just be ready."

Maren stayed on the side of the stage while Jade went on to perform her set. She danced and swayed while Jade sung, and I had a hard time paying attention to the audio as I watched her.

When Jade's set was over, I quickly got her monitor unclipped and started getting ready for Maren's set. As I walked off the stage carrying a microphone stand, Maren came up to me and grabbed my arm, forcing me to follow her as she walked away. I tried to ask where we were going but Maren shushed me before finding the room she was looking for, walking us into it, and locking the door behind us.

Maren stood on her tippy toes to kiss me as her hand worked to undo my jeans. She ended the kiss and I watched as she dropped to her knees on top of me, pulling my jeans and boxers down to the floor with her. My half-hard cock was in front of her as she stuck out her tongue and licked around the tip, giggling as I grew at her touch.

She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock as I finished growing to my full length and girth. Maren smiled before opening up her mouth and wrapping her full, smooth lips around me. She started to slide her mouth up and down my shaft, using her hand on the lower portion.

With Maren blowing me, I reached down, first pulling her hair away from her face and putting it all behind her head, then moved my hand down a bit more to grab and squeeze her breasts, moving between the two.

I hooked my fingers into the bottom of her top but when I went to pull up on it, Maren stopped me, took her mouth off my cock, and said, "Later."

I moved my hands away from her top, instead placing them on a wall behind me to help hold myself steady. Maren resumed blowing me, taking more and more of my shaft deep into her mouth. I focused on how her lips felt wrapped around my shaft, her hand tightly gripping just below her mouth, and the sounds coming from her as she blew me. I looked over her back, as she kneeled on the floor, and saw that the back of her jeans were tight around her ass, really showcasing her cheeks.

"Fuck, Maren," I moaned, building up to an orgasm. I felt Maren open up her throat and take more of me into her as she reached up with her free hand and used it to cup and massage my balls. I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes as I slowly started to thrust my hips back and forth.

I reached down with my hand, putting it on the back of her head, and applied a slight amount of pressure as I reached my climax. I didn't warn Maren but as soon as she heard me groaning and felt the first squirt of cum hit her throat, she swallowed my cock whole, staring up at me as my cock pumped cum deep into her mouth and throat.

I let out a sigh of relief as I finished, causing Maren to giggle as she took me out of her mouth and licked her lips. "First blowjob in a while?"

I laughed as I helped her stand back up and said, "No, but it's been a while since I've had somebody massage my balls while I cum."

Maren reached down and helped me pull up my boxers and jeans as she said, "If you thought that was nice, just wait until you see what I have planned for you tonight."

We left the room a few seconds later, walking back to the side of the stage and acting like nothing had just happened. I started on my last-minute prep for her show, while Maren went off to hype up her band. Minutes before they took the stage, somebody passed out a shot of liquor to them all and they cheered before swallowing it all. I was double checking Maren's pack afterwards when she whispered, "That shot went down easier than normal. Guess my throat was already well-lubed."

I laughed as the curtain dropped and Maren and her band ran out onto the stage. I double checked everything as she started to sing, got a thumbs up from her, and started singing along quietly to her opening song, "Too Good."

Maren was a born entertainer and she quickly had the sold-old crowd on their feet, dancing and singing along. After taking a break after the third song to say hi to the audience and talk to them for a minute, she launched into the fourth song on the setlist, "People Still Show Up."

During the second verse, Maren's voice softened, the lyrics about people surprising you by showing up landing heavier than I expected. She scanned the crowd like she was singing to them all, until her gaze lingered on me at side stage.

On the line "I didn't think you would be here," she gave me a small, almost private smile, like she was letting me in on the real meaning. As she held the last note, she tilted her head toward me and mouthed, "Glad you are."

It wasn't overtly sexual, but it landed deeper than I expected.

During the next song, I ran on stage to help the guitar tech fix a problem that Maren's guitar player was having. As she looked over to see what was happening, she winked at me, and I'm pretty sure she was swaying her hips a little provocatively towards me.

A few songs later, called "Bed No Breakfast," halfway through the song, Maren shifted her weight toward my side of the stage, eyes flicking from the crowd to me in quick, daring glances. On the lyric "you don't even have to stay the night," she let the corner of her mouth curve upward and trailed her fingers slowly down her microphone stand, like she was touching something, or someone, else.

As the bridge hit, she stepped closer, leaned toward the monitor I was crouched behind, and whispered just loud enough for me to catch between lines, "No breakfast. Just you."

The crowd cheered, oblivious. But my pulse was pounding.

"RSVP" was one of the songs I was looking forward to the most. When I saw it in her set list, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of it and the sexiness she alluded while singing it.

As the first notes of RSVP pulsed through the monitors, low and slow, and Maren stepped up to the mic with that half-smile that already felt dangerous. The crowd screamed, but she didn't look at them, she looked straight at me.

"Yeah, we could keep it hush-hush, keep it on the low..."

Her voice dripped over the lyric, eyes never breaking from mine as she shifted her weight, one hand trailing lazily down the mic stand. She was playing to thousands of people, but that smirk was just for me.

When the chorus hit, she leaned into it, swaying her hips with every word:

"If you want me, baby, send me that RSVP..."

Then she walked toward my side of the stage during the instrumental break, crouched low to grab her water bottle, and lifted it to her lips. The spotlight caught her hair, falling in loose waves, as she sang the next line with a grin that could've knocked me over:

"'Cause I ain't wearing nothing... nothing you can't take off me."

The crowd roared at the lyric, but Maren's eyes were locked on me when she said it, her voice dipping lower like it was meant only for my ears. She gave me a quick wink before spinning back toward the center of the stage, tossing her hair as the beat kicked back in, leaving me gripping the edge of the soundboard, pretending I wasn't completely undone.

She ended the concert with her first hit song, "My Church," extending out the chorus for everybody to sing along with before waving and saying goodbye to her fans. As she ran off the stage, I unclipped her monitor from her waist and she whispered in my ear, "Twenty minutes. Be at my bus."

I cleaned up my area and made sure all the equipment was put away. I would normally jump in with the stage crew at this point, trying to help them out, but with Maren waiting, I waved goodbye and took off towards the parking lot.

I was a little earlier then what Maren had asked, but as soon as I reached her bus, she opened the door and pulled me inside, letting it close by itself. She immediately started to kiss me, pulling me down a narrow hallway. I eagerly returned her kiss, moving my hands to her tank top and pulling up on it. We bumped into a table as we briefly broke the kiss and I pulled her white crop top off her body. With her hands around my neck, I put one hand on her hip, the other on her left breast, and squeezed as we continued to kiss and walk down a narrow hallway.

We got past the living room/kitchen area of the bus and entered into an area full of bunkbeds. I had a brief thought of fucking Maren in one of those or wondered if one of her band members would try to enter the bus while we were fucking, but those thoughts went away when Maren started to undo my jeans for the second time that night.

I moved my hands between her breasts as we kissed, breaking apart to laugh as we continued to bump into cupboards, the wall, and a door that separated her bedroom from the rest of the bus. I kicked off my jeans and boxers by her bathroom as her hand wrapped around my already hard cock. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as I took my hand off her breast and moved it down her flat stomach towards her groin.

When we reached the bed, Maren turned us around and ended the kiss by pushing me to sit down. I quickly wiped off my shirt as Maren took a step back from me. She hooked her thumbs into her waistband and shoved her jeans down, letting them pool around her boots with a heavy thud. My eyes dropped before I could stop them. Her legs were short but strong, tanned from the summer, smooth in a way that made my hands itch to grab them. A black lace thong sat low on her hips, barely covering her and making it impossible to look away as she stepped out of the denim and kicked it aside, leaving me half breathless and not even close to ready for what came next.

"Why am I actually surprised that you're wearing underwear?" I said with a bit of a laugh.

Maren laughed as well as she climbed onto my lap, wrapping her arms back around my neck. She tossed her hair back with a sharp flick of her head, the loose waves spilling down her back and out of her face. The movement was quick, almost defiant, like she was during me to stop her.

We started to kiss again as Maren grinded her groin on top of my cock. I could feel the warmth coming from her vagina as she rolled her hips and forth and I moved my hands down to her ass, cupping her cheeks and squeezing as she moved back and forth.

She ended the kiss after a few minutes and said, "Scoot back on the bed."

I gladly did, watching as Maren took off her black lace thong underwear, and then crawled up my body, kissing as she did so. I was a little surprised when she glided her groin past mine, but smiled as she straddled my face. Her pussy, with already plump and moist lips, slowly lowered down onto my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and started to lick her bare pussy, listening to her moan as I slid it up and down her slit. Maren continued to move back and forth, much like she was on my groin, but this time with my tongue adding to her pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, Cole!" Maren moaned, pushing down on my face. I gladly pushed my tongue inside her, darting it in and out, and licking all over her groin. "I need more!"

Keeping her pussy on my face, Maren spun around, and leaned down, her face and hands now at my cock. I continued to lick her slit as Maren rubbed her hand up and down my shaft. When she added her tongue, I moaned into her pussy, causing her to moan on my cock. She wrapped her lips around my tip and started to bob her head up and down as I moved my lips to her clit, flicking my tongue against it before sucking it into my mouth.

"Oh fuck," Maren moaned as I sucked her clit, taking me out of her mouth and moving her hips up and down on me. She continued to slowly pump up and down with her hand, but stopped using her mouth as I licked her clit inside my mouth.

"Yes, Cole! Fuck! I'm so close! Right...fucking...there!" Maren's legs, resting on the sides of my head, tried to close shut, being blocked by my head. Her climax forced her hips down, smothering my face with her pussy as I felt her juices flowing out, covering my face.

When she was done, she rolled off me, breathing deeply. "Alright, we're done. You can go now," she said with a laugh.

"Oh man, with this hard of a boner? I think I'd rip my jeans if I tried putting them back on," I teased her as I rolled over onto my stomach, laying close enough to Maren that I could kiss her neck. As I did so, I moved my hand to her chest, cupping and squeezing her breasts through her black, lace bra. I could feel her nipples hardening at my touch as I rubbed them and softly sucked the skin of her neck into my mouth.

"Careful. I got an early morning interview in Atlanta and won't have a lot of time for make up," Maren moaned as I moved my lips around her neck.

"So I don't get to lay here and please you all night?" I asked as I used my hand to push the cup of her bra down, exposing her small breast, which I quickly covered with my palm. I squeezed her bare breast, then used my fingers to rub her nipple.

"You got twenty minutes to half an hour before there's five guys pounding on that door ready to go," Maren moaned.

"So, we're not done?" I teased, moving my hand to her other breast and giving it the same treatment as the first one.

"Hell no," she responded, reaching down and wrapping her hand around my cock again. She spread her legs open as she pulled me over and guided my tip inside her pussy as I lay on top of her, still kissing her neck. I pushed deep inside her after she let go of my cock, listening to her moan as my thick cock filled her, and moved my mouth down to lick and suck on her nipples as I enjoyed the feeling of being inside her.