"George you...you were amazing up there." I beamed, holding onto his arm. We were all backstage, meeting people and having drinks after the gig.

"Thanks Moll. I can't help but to feel a little embarrased. I mean you turnin up out of the blue. After you didn't show I...I thought maybe you chose him."

I gave a small smile and kissed his cheek. "I could never choose him over you."

He gave me a smile. "So how was your day? I mean work."

I giggled and shook my head. "You can read all about it later. Let's just enjoy the night."

We made our way out front to the bar. George handed me a drink as I introduced him to Tiffany. The two talked for a little while as I sat, staring across the room at a guy who often looked my way. His eyes meeting mine a few times only to look away. I hid my smile and looked down.

He wore a dark shirt with black jeans. His hair ungreased and a bit hanging over his eyes. He didn't look much like a rock n roller. He was silent and a bit distant from everyone in the room. It was only until I saw the other guiarist from the band walk over to him, he began to speak.

"Since mister control isn't here, maybe you can meet me mates now?" George smiled.

"I'd love that." I smiled.

Tiffany followed as George led us to the corner of the large room where a few guys sat having drinks. The guy I was looking at now gone from the club.

"So this is Paul." He pointed to a young guy about his age too busy chatting with a girl.

"Paul. Is he the one you go to the Institute with?"

He nodded. "Yeah. And there's John. It's his band you know."

I blushed as John walked over and draped an arm around my shoulder.

"Ello love. Where you been hiding this one George? She the big breasted bird you been on about?"

George turned red. "She's just a friend."

John shook his head. "Just a friend? If I had a friend like this I'd keep her to myself as well. You got a name love?" He asked me.

"Molly." I giggled.

"Well Molly, ye like Rock N Roll?" He winked. I bit my lip to hide my smile. He was gorgeous. His eyes looking into mine. He smelled like cigarettes. Beautiful eyes, a cute smile.

I looked over at Tiffany. She made a face for me to go with him.

"I do." I looked back at John, giving a naughty smile. He smirked.

"Great. Mine or yours?" He asked, leaning into my ear. My body tingled with excitement.

"Mine. Nobody's home." I answered. His hand lowered to my bottom and gave a squeeze. I giggled.

"I'll be back in a minute. Gotta put my gear away." He kissed my cheek and left. Tiffany squeaked and ran over to me, squeezing my arm.

"Oh my god Molly!"

"I don't know what came over me! He's so cute!"

"Just go with it! Have fun and forget about stupid Peter! Tonight's your night!" She giggled.
"What about you?? Are you alright with me leaving?"

"I can manage on my own don't worry. Tell me everything tomorrow!" She smiled.

John came back a few minutes later, wrapping an arm around my waist. I couldn't help blushing as he kissed my cheek. George walked over and just looked at us.

"Oh I see you two have gotten aquainted."

"We sure have. Were gettin out of here early. See you lot tomorrow yeah?"

"Happy Birthday Moll." George gave a small smile.

"Thanks George." I kissed his cheek again and soon me and John were making our way out of the building. He pulled me along until we were out of sight of anyone. We were out in the alley when he pushed me against the brick wall, kissing me hungrily. I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed back. It's been awhile since another guy has touched me.
I moaned as his hands moved down my waist, squeezing my hips. I pulled away slowly and looked at him.

"I've never done anything like this. I mean...go out with a guy without knowing him."

"Your first one nighter?" He smirked. I nodded.

"If you're friends with George, who says this can only be a one time thing? I'd like to see you around the band more." He kissed my neck and spoke again. "At practice." Another kiss. "At gigs." Another kiss. "In bed." He grazed my skin with his teeth. I moaned and tugged on his hair.

"Let's go to mine yeah? We'll give it a trial run." I giggled. He smiled and gave me a passionate kiss.

"Now were talkin."
...

His hips rocked back and forth, hands on my breasts. Between my legs, thrusting faster. Moans and the squeaking springs filled the silence.

"Nnnnfff!" I whined, reaching over my head and gripping the headboard. He grunted and shut his eyes as he moved into me harder. Our bodies sweaty and trembling from pleasure.

I bit my bottom lip hard, drawing blood. His body quickening as he breathed hard. I grabbed a pillow and bit into it, muffling my screams as I orgasmed. A burst of pleasure washed over me. He gripped my waist and let out a satisfied moan, coming seconds after. We both panted and smiled at each other. His body falling on mine.

"It's been awhile since I've done that."

"What? Sex?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No. Had an orgasm."

He chuckled and rolled off me. I watched him grab my pack of cigs and pull one out, lighting it. He sat up and took a long drag. I watched him.

"Are you going to leave now?"

He looked at me. "I wasn't planning on it. If you want me to I can..."

"No! Stay." I said, sitting up with him. He smiled and leaned over, kissing me. I rested my hand on the side of his face, kissing back.

"Can I ask something?" He asked. "What's your situation? George's told me about your boyfriend. He mentioned some things that...I just want to know."

I sighed and pulled the sheet over my body. "His name is Peter. He was my first real boyfriend. Our relationship I guess you can say is based on sex. Or how much I can do for him. At first things seemed nice but...it became all about him you know? He's in a band and I guess the desperation of wanting to be a part of it all just pushed me to keep staying with him."

He handed me the cigarette. "George mentioned the bruises. How you wanted out but were afraid."

I nodded. "I do. He um, showed up at my work earlier. In front of everyone he pushed me down and belittled me in front of my new boss. It was so embarrasing."

He looked at me and laid back, pulling me with him. Taking the cigarette from my fingers he took another drag.

"Being with him made me feel like all guys are that way. He never let me be with anyone. Not even look at a guy."

He laughed. "Until tonight."

I giggled and looked up at him. "Until tonight."

"You and George. Just friends?"

"Yeah. Just friends. That's all." I sighed.

"So, today's your birthday yeah? Still a few more hours." He said with a coy grin. I sat up and grabbed the cigarette, placing it between my lips.

"So there is." I teased, pulling the sheet off my body and straddling his waist. "My turn."
.......

I woke up the next morning in his arms. The sun shining through the curtains. "John." I shook him. He groaned and picked his head up off the pillow.

"G'morning beautiful."

I blushed. "I need to get ready for work. You should get going."

"What time?" He asked, laying back, stretching his arms out. I looked at the clock.

"Eight fourteen."

"Shit!" He jumped out of bed and grabbed his clothes. I got out of bed as well and stretched. He stopped to stare. "Christ I'm a lucky bloke to say I had you."

I laughed. "Shut up. You know, I didn't even get your last name."

He buttoned up his pants, next his shirt. "It's Lennon. John Lennon."

"Well John Lennon, I'm Molly Winters." I giggled, grabbing my underwear and slipping them on. He walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist, sliding his hands over my bottom. Our lips finding each others.

"Mmmm. Ye don't feel like Winter. Pretty warm and soft to me." He whispered.

"Yeah? It helps when I have someone to warm me up." I teased. He growled and gave me another kiss.

"It's goin to be hard sayin goodbye." He pulled back and stroked the side of my face. "He do this to ye?" His thumb brushing over my bruise. I nodded.

"It feels nice to have someone who stayed."

He looked into my eyes and kissed my cheek softly. "You're so beautiful you know that? Were playin again tonight at eight. Maybe you and your friend can come by again? You can pick up George and bring him with you two."

"Alright." I smiled.

We finished getting dressed and made our way downstairs, out the building together. I really needed to call dad. When I get home.

We stood by my door as I locked it. We kissed until George walked out of his front door, dressed with his guitar around his waist. Pausing when he saw us.

"John. You stayed the night?" He asked.

"She insisted." John winked.

"Good morning George." I smiled.

"Morning. I um, your friend brought me home last night. She told me to tell you not to be late for work."

I nodded. "I really should get going you two."

"Alright. See you later?" John asked.

"Later?" George added.

"John asked me to come to your gig tonight. I accepted. You're a beautiful player George. Play me somethin tonight alright?" I kissed his cheek and slipped him my journal. I squeezed John's arm as I passed them, on my way to work. I looked back to see the two staring at me walk away before going on their way the opposite direction together. A smile spread over my lips.
....

"You two slept together!? How was he??" Tiff asked as we wiped tables. The place pretty empty except for a few people.

I giggled. "He was amazing. We did it all night and he held me as we slept. He invited us to another gig tonight."

She smiled. "Your little friend seemed to be relieved knowing you weren't with mister asshole."

"What did you do once I left?"

"Had a few more drinks, which I didn't pay for." She smirked. "George wanted to go home, I offered him a ride, we talked the entire time until we went our seperate ways."

I nodded. "Thanks for taking him home."

"No problem." She smiled. "We better get back to work. Talk to you during our break." She kissed my cheek and looked at me. "It's good to see you smiling. You have a beautiful smile."

She giggled and went on her way across the room to take someones order.

I knew this thing with John was just fun. No committed relationship. No overprotective boyfriend to smother me with control. Just fun. This is what I needed. Freedom. This was rock n roll. I was finally going to be a part of something. I had to admit, I was excited as hell.
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