We sure are. [Cypher's Tales]

The drive is actually quite awkward. Owen seems just as nervous as I am. He is handsome as fuck and the fact that his jeans are held by a large belt buckle makes me excited to fumble around with it later. He smells amazing, although I will replace that with the smell of sweat, cum and hopefully my overpowering perfume later.

It’s strange being so excited for our night together while also just being genuinely excited to go see my favourite band perform. I don't really care for the entire lineup but there are some amazing bands playing tonight.

Owen steals glances at me as we drive and I smile at him when our eyes meet.

“I want you to know how happy I am that you are taking me, Owen,” I say sweetly to him. “You are the best,” I lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek which causes him to smile like a kid. I rub the red lipstick from his cheek with my thumb and admire his jawline and lips. Lips that I want all over me. Lips and tongue.

“Sorry, I promised you I’d be a good girl. I’m not sure Izzy would like it if I left lipstick on you,” I say cutely.

He looks frazzled and doesn't say anything.

We eventually get to the city and check in at the hotel. I know he immediately notices that there is only one bed in this incredibly romantic room, but he doesn't say anything and neither do I. We barely stay there 20 minutes before we are off again to the concert. I am so excited, and I walk with him with my arm around his like I am his girlfriend—his 10 years younger girlfriend that is. The difference in size between us is rather… hot. He is built and strong and like really fucking tall. I am short and tiny compared to him and all I can think about is how effortlessly he could pick me up. I’ll have to make sure I find out just how effortlessly.

So far, he doesn’t really respond to my clear flirting, and he never pushes the boundaries. He is funny and charming and doesn't stop me from touching him when I hold his arm. He also doesn’t seem to mind when I lay it on thick for him, but I do worry that Izzy and I have read his intentions wrong.

The concert is amazing and… loud. It’s packed and the vibe is electric with excitement. I am tiny compared to most of the people in the crowd, but Owen makes sure no one pushes me or tramples all over me when we move closer to the stage. He is so gentlemanly and strong. Most people are thin, young, metal-head-looking teenagers but Owen is a man. He doesn't look out of place, but Owen is in his thirties and a good foot taller than most. He looks more like a footballer in the same fashion than he does some goth boy. He makes me feel safe and confident when I see hot girls hanging off their scrawny boyfriends.

Our favourite band is playing first, and they open up with my favorite song and Owen and I immediately connect. He looks so happy that we are rocking out together and being silly while enjoying the music and atmosphere. I am beyond happy with just this right now and have forgotten all about what I am actually here for at this moment.

Throughout the sets we get drinks, joke around and stare at each other. I dance with him through some of their songs, but this really isn't dancing music. We still somehow find a way. There was a moment where we pressed together when the crowd squeezed into us and I looked up at him feeling incredibly nervous, but his smile brought me right into him. I was thinking about kissing him, but I was too fucking scared. His hand found my back and he held me for longer than the crowd even pressed us together. I didn't fuss. We stood there staring into each other's eyes, completely ignoring the crazy fist pumping song that was playing. At this point I was just waiting for him to kiss me. With the way his eyes were as he looked at me, I was sure he was going to but since I don't even come up to his shoulders he was going to have to make the first move.