My Country, My Love
The summer sun hung low in the sky as Mia hurried down the sidewalk, her heart pounding in her chest. It was June 5th – the day she had been waiting for all year. Today was the day she turned 19, finally becoming a woman in the eyes of the law. As she rounded the corner onto Maple Street, she spotted the sign: “Honey’s Bar – Live Music Tonight!”
Mia hesitated, glancing down at her outfit. She had dressed up for the occasion, wanting to look her best on this momentous day. The tight black leather mini skirt hugged her curves perfectly, and the matching low-cut top showed off her ample cleavage. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her back in loose waves. She felt sexy and powerful, like she could conquer the world.
Taking a deep breath, Mia pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside Honey’s Bar. Immediately, she was enveloped by the sights, sounds and smells of the busy pub. Neon signs glowed from the walls, casting an electric light over the crowded room. The clink of glasses and roar of laughter filled the air. Behind the bar, a bartender in a tight t-shirt expertly flipped bottles, shaking up cocktails with impressive flair.
Mia made her way to the bar and perched on a stool, crossing her long legs. The bartender, a handsome man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, sauntered over with a knowing smile. “Well hello there, gorgeous. What can I get you on this fine evening?” he asked, leaning on the bar top.
“Hi,” Mia purred, leaning forward to give him an eyeful of her cleavage. “It’s my birthday today. I’m finally 19.” She giggled, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.
The bartender’s eyes widened in surprise before breaking into a grin. “Happy birthday, sweetheart. That deserves a drink, doesn’t it? How about a Daiquiri, on me?”
Mia beamed, thrilled by his flirtatious attitude. “I’d love that, thank you.” As the bartender got to work mixing her cocktail, she glanced around the bar, taking in the lively atmosphere. Couples were snuggled up in the booths, stealing kisses between sips of their own drinks. On the small stage in the corner, a band was setting up their instruments. The lead singer, a tall, muscular man with a chiseled jaw and wild eyes, caught her eye and winked.
“Who are they?” Mia asked the bartender, nodding towards the band.
“That’s the Strummer’s Revival,” he replied, sliding her drink across the bar top. “Best bar band in town. You’re in for a treat tonight.”
Mia took a long sip of the cool, fruity cocktail, feeling the alcohol spread warmth through her body. She could already tell it was going to be strong. As if on cue, the lead singer grabbed the microphone and launched into their first song, a raucous tune with a driving beat.
The crowd went wild, spilling onto the dance floor in a sea of flailing limbs and moving hips. Mia was drawn into their energy like a moth to a flame. She slid off her stool and joined the throng of dancers, letting the music take control of her body.
Her hips swayed and her arms undulated above her head as she lost herself to the beat. She collided with other dancers, their bodies sliding and grinding together in a tangle of sweat and pheromones. Mia felt a pair of strong hands grip her waist and she spun around to find herself face to face with the lead singer.
He was even more gorgeous up close, with piercing green eyes rimmed by thick lashes and chiseled features. His full lips curled into a smile as he pulled her flush against his body, his fingers splaying across the small of her back. “Happy birthday, beautiful,” he murmured in her ear, his voice a low, sexy growl. “Want to celebrate backstage?”
Mia’s heart raced at the heat in his gaze, her body already tingling with desire. She nodded eagerly, not needing to be asked twice. The singer grabbed her hand and pulled her off the dance floor, leading her through the winding back hallways of the bar to the small, cluttered dressing room.
He kicked the door shut behind them and pinned her against the wall, his mouth crashing onto hers in a bruising kiss. Mia gasped and then melted into him, her lips parting to allow his probing tongue access. He kissed her fiercely, one hand fisted in her hair while the other roamed her body, cupping and squeezing her ample breasts.
Mia moaned into his mouth, her own hands sliding up his muscular arms to twine around his neck. She could feel the hard bulge of his erection pressing insistently against her stomach. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin.
He helped her tug it over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side. Then his hands were on her again, pushing her top up to expose her breasts. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, bending to take one stiff nipple into his mouth.
Mia cried out, arching to meet him. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak until she was panting and writhing beneath him. His hand cupped her other breast, kneading the soft flesh and pinching the nipple between his fingers.
She could feel herself growing wet, her panties already soaked through. Her hips bucked forward, seeking friction. The singer groaned against her breast, his hand sliding down her body to cup her sex through her skirt. He rubbed her through the fabric, his touch sending sparks of pleasure racing up her spine.
Mia was lost to sensation, her world narrowing to the feel of his hands on her body, his mouth on her skin. She fumbled for the zipper of his jeans, finally getting it open and delving inside to wrap her fingers around his thick shaft. He was huge and hard, pulsing in her grip.
The singer hissed, his hips pistoning into her touch. “Fuck, I need you,” he rasped, yanking her skirt up around her waist. “Need to be inside this tight little pussy.”
“Yes,” Mia panted, guiding him to her entrance. “Please, I want you so bad.”
With a flex of his hips, he buried himself deep inside her. Mia threw her head back with a cry, her slick walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He felt so good, filling her up and hitting all the right spots. The singer started to move, pulling out and thrusting back in with powerful strokes.
Mia clung to him, her nails scoring down his back as he fucked into her again and again. His mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. The press of his teeth against her pulse point sent her hurtling towards climax.
She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core, her body shaking as he pounded into her. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her breaths coming in short gasps. “I’m so close!”
The singer doubled his efforts, slamming into her with desperate urgency. His hand found her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles. Mia shattered with a scream, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as he groaned and came with her, spilling his seed deep inside her.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, panting harshly as they came down from their high. Finally, the singer softened and slipped out of her, his cum dripping down her thigh. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, his green eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I hope the rest of your life is this good.”
Mia smiled, still floating in a haze of pleasure. “I think it will be,” she replied, already knowing this was just the beginning of her sexual awakening. She had finally become a woman, and she intended to make the most of it.