Chapter 1 - The Fence

CHAPTER 1: THE FENCE

"Ntando, come on, we're going to be late, and I want to see that hot guitarist!" Portia had been rushing me for an hour, but I took my sweet time getting ready.

My pleated skirt paired with a black halter top and biker boots didn't take long to pick. I loved this outfit and wore it any time the situation called for it. To be honest, I wore those boots whenever I could hide them with trousers. I finished my punk image by checking the purple streaks in my long weave and adding a thick line of eyeliner.

"Finally. You look fabulous, but it really doesn't take two hours to get ready," Portia said as I stomped to the door, grabbed my keys, and left.

She did look amazing, though. Her jeans with rips strategically placed to reveal a few tattoos clung to her like a second skin. The bright red crop top and black choker finished her look.

The parking was packed, and we had to sludge through the mud. By the time we entered the arena holding the punk concert, we had to weave our way through the drunken last row. I sighed. Even with the extra soles on my boots, it was hard to make out my celebrity crush on the stage.

However, when the music started and the bass drummed through my body, I cared less about the viewpoint.

We were screaming the lyrics along with the rest of the crowd and shaking our booty to the music. Halfway through the set, the boisterous crowd carried us forward, and I knew we'd have to get out. Portia would panic if she didn't get enough air. Being shorter than me, she was scared of being squashed or trampled.

"Let's go to the bar," I yelled into her ear.

"No, you stay," she shouted back. This was her way of apologising for being late.

I nodded. Turning my attention to the stage, I was swept up into the intoxicating music. Raising my arms, I closed my eyes and swayed, muttering the lyrics.

A piercing sound snapped me out of my trance.

"What the hell?" I covered my ears.

"Sorry, folks. Something went wrong with the boxes. We'll be taking a short break and will be back in twenty minutes." The crowd shuffled as one toward the bar. I struggled my way to the back, where I knew Portia would be. "Hey, girl. Sucks, huh?" She handed me a bottle of water.

"Yeah, but maybe I can get closer this time with everyone at the bar." I glared at the rowdy bunch yelling orders, which the bartenders couldn't keep up with.

"True. But that is if they get the problem fixed," Portia mumbled.

"They'd better get it fixed. I've been waiting for six months for them to grace our city with their presence." I waved my hand to cool my face. Damn, it was hot in here, but there was no chance I'd go outside and miss the opportunity to get closer to the stage.

I glanced at my watch and decided to wait five more minutes before heading back to the front.

I turned my attention to Portia, who was blushing while peeking over the rim of her plastic beer cup. Following her gaze, I found a cute guy waving us over.

"Should we go?" Portia squeezed my arm.

"Ow." I rubbed the bruise she probably left behind. "You can go, I'm going to the front of the stage any minute now." I glanced around, making sure no one headed there already.

"You sure I'm not making a fool of myself?" She bit a nail.

I grabbed her hands and shook her. When she focused on me, I said, "There's no way to know unless you go. If he isn't interested, you have a chat. If he's a creep, you give the wrong number when he asks." I squeezed her hands.

"But always make sure you don't leave your drink out of sight." That was the main reason I drank water from a bottle, even though they were more expensive than the beer.

"OK, wish me luck." Her gaze was already focused on the guy. He seemed decent. But that was on the outside.

"Good luck. I'm off to the front." I noticed a few people at the fences.

Hurrying to the stage, I almost stumbled over my own feet. Someone grabbed me by the waist to prevent my face from making contact with the concrete. My near-accident was noticed by a bunch of people who ran to the fences. The guy behind me nudged me forward. I grabbed the iron separating the crowd from the stage. He grunted when everyone shoved and jostled. His arms went around me, and he placed his hand next to mine, protecting me from the masses around us. I was about to ask if he was OK when the strings of the first guitar sounded over the speakers. Everyone roared, and I was no different.

"Are you ready?" The lead singer of the band shouted.

Everyone screamed.

At the first chord of my favourite song, I threw my hands in the air and bounced to the upbeat rhythm. The guy behind me sang along with the lyrics and jumped as well. My ass bumped into his crotch. He didn't say anything, and neither did I.

The next song was slower, and I swayed to the music. His hands gripped my hips after making contact with his cock over and over. It wasn't on purpose, but the crowd pressed in the whole time.

"Careful," he whispered in my ear.

"Why?" I shouted over my shoulder.

He thrust his hips forward to give me a good feel of his hard-on. I gasped but didn't stop moving my hips. The next song, I bumped and ground into his hard-on, his hands never leaving my waist.

"If you don't stop teasing me, I'm going to lift up that cute skirt of yours, push your panties to the side and bury my cock in your pussy." As soon as the words left his mouth, my nipples puckered and my pussy pulsed.

"Make sure you use a condom." I threw my hands up and crouched, to slowly slide back up. His curse was loud enough to overcome the music. Catching my hands, he said, "Grab hold of the fence and don't let go." He caressed my arms when I did as instructed.

"Yebo baba," I breathed, and grabbed the fence.

"Good girl. Fast or slow?" I was out of breath from that question.

My panties were damp from this whole conversation and the knowledge that I was about to get fucked in a room full of people by a stranger. It was now or never.

"Hard and fast," I answered.

He didn't waste any time. His hand disappeared beneath my skirt and pressed against my wet panties, pressing them against my clit, which he circled. I threw my head back against his chest, trapping his hand there. He nudged me forward to get better access and used his clever fingers to slide the fabric aside. One big, rough finger slowly entered my pussy. I moved with the beat of the bass on his finger.

"That's so hot." He leaned closer and licked my ear.

I squealed when he bit the lobe. Glancing around, I found no one watching us. Then his whole body was gone, and for some reason, I panicked. I was soaking wet and didn't want this fantasy to end. Something cold touched my thigh. I froze when I realised it was a pocket knife.

"Keep still, I don't want to nick you." He slid the blade under my skirt to the side of my hip. With one sharp tug, my panties loosened.

"Easy access," was all he said when the blade disappeared. "Step on the bottom rung of the fence and hold on tight."

I did as told and arched my back. My panties were easily shoved aside, and he slowly slipped inside. I knew why I had to step up. He was so much taller than me. His hands on my hips held me down, and his balls slapped my clit. The band changed from the slower set to a fast beat, and the crowd went wild. They surged forward, restricting our movements. He was buried deep inside me for the rest of this song. My skirt was down in the front, but barely. To make matters worse, it crawled up with every thrust.

"My skirt is going to expose my whole front," I whisper-shouted. Instantly, he circled his hands to the front to keep it down, but not in the way I would do it. He leaned over me to put his arms over the fence and pulled it down. When he was satisfied, he pressed the fabric against my pussy, moved it around to separate my folds and pressed down on my clit.

"Fuck," I shouted.

He didn't move his fingers and couldn't move his cock. I was on high alert from both the danger of discovery and the total, overwhelming fact of this guy surrounding me, in control of my body. My nipples tightened to hard points, and my breathing quickened. Finally, the music changed again, and I could move. A second later, my breath rushed out of me when his cock in my pussy moved. He pulled out and slammed back in. I was thankful for the screaming noise around me, because I couldn't have kept mine in. His thrusts were slow but hard. Both hands had a steel grip on my hips, making it impossible for me to find my own orgasm. I straightened my legs and bent over the fence further. With the next thrust, the head of his cock hit my G-spot. A small spasm of my inner walls clasped his cock. He stopped moving. I grabbed his arm and pulled, trying to get him to fuck me fast and hard. He bent over and covered my back with his.

"What?" He licked my neck.

"Hard and fast… Now," I hissed.

His husky laugh made me growl.

"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted when he pumped into my pussy like a hammer. One of his large hands disappeared under my skirt and flicked my clit. It sent me over the edge. My legs trembled so hard one of my feet slipped off the bottom rung of the fence, falling backwards, causing his cock to slip out.

Without so much as a grunt, he pulled my hips up in a bruising grip and thrust inside over and over again, using me as his fuck doll. The pulsing of my inner walls didn't stop. By now, my juices tickled my thighs. When the spasms subsided, I went limp in his arms.

He folded his body over mine, cradling me from behind. It was as if he was trying to bury more than his cock in me. He stopped and stayed there while everyone sang along to the song currently playing. I knew all the lyrics by heart, but none of the words broke through the fog of my orgasm. The crowd shouted for more, and for a second, I wondered if it was for us to continue. But the band was waving and leaving. The guy had gone soft and slipped out. He gently tugged my skirt over my butt, but I wasn't sure how steady I was on my feet; my legs were still trembling. Let alone the fact that the side of my panties was cut.

The cold steel of his knife sliding over my thigh made me shiver, and goosebumps erupted all over. My panties fell, but his hand between my legs caught them.

"I'm keeping this," he whispered harshly.

"Sure," was all I answered. He kissed my ear and left. I didn't want to turn around, didn't want to know who he was. The taboo of a stranger out there with my panties covered in my juices was beyond arousing.