I've been contemplating the Friday Flash prompt of an archer on and off for much of the week. This is the story that emerged. What can I say, I have a thing for musicians. It doesn't really have anything to do with an archer. I actually struggled to find a way to include the prompt.
I also struggled with the title. Sometimes titles are easy and come to me early on. This one didn't. The opening was the easy part, but I wasn't sure where it was going. Eventually, it came to me and so did the title.
The Tom Petty song mentioned, "I Won't Back Down," is my all-time favorite Petty song. "Runnin' Down a Dream" being a close second. There's a video of "I Won't Back Down" after the story for your musical enjoyment.
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By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.
Sitting on a park bench, I was reading while enjoying the warmth of a beautiful morning. When the sun was suddenly eclipsed, I looked up to see a guy standing in front of me with a guitar case.
A golden halo of light surrounding him, he smiled down at me. "Mind if I have a seat?"
"No. Go ahead."
This happened to me a lot. I'd be out somewhere, minding my own business, and a random stranger would come up to me and start talking. I guess I had the kind of aura that attracted people needing a friendly ear.
Depending on the subject matter, I sometimes just smiled politely, nodding and murmuring vague sounds when necessary. Other times, I engaged eagerly, making a temporary friend.
Resuming my reading was impossible as he settled on the other side of the bench. He was good-looking and I found the guitar intriguing. As I subtly watched, he placed the case on the ground in front of him, opened it, and pulled out a black and white guitar.
He was focused on his task, making sure the instrument was properly tuned, not paying me any attention. I realized he intended to play for tips. That was a new one.
Just when I thought he'd forgotten about me, he looked over. "Name a song."
Was he for real? "Anything?"
He gave one confident nod.
"Tom Petty. 'I Won't Back Down.'"
My heart almost stopped at his breath-taking grin. "I love that song."
"Yeah, me too." It was my anthem.
He started playing and singing with a captivating voice, quickly drawing listeners and generous tips. People actually climbed onto a statue of an archer so they could see over the crowd. When he shifted into his own music, it was just as compelling as him.
Occasionally, he'd flash me a brilliant smile, making my panties wetter by the second.
Later that evening, we stumbled into his nearby apartment, locked in a fervent kiss.
Panting, he pulled back. "I've wanted to do that all day."
"Me too." I slid my hand down to explore his blatant erection.
He groaned and his guitar case hit floor. Then his hand was down inside my leggings feeling my slick folds. "Fuck you're wet."
"For you." I unzipped his jeans and freed his hard cock.
He reclaimed my mouth and there was no more talking.
A trail of clothes marked our meandering path to a couch where we collapsed. His hands holding mine above my head, he sweetly tormented my nipple with his teeth as he slid deep inside me. Moaning, I arched against him, lost in the hedonism, lost in him. Impetuous and zealous, we writhed together, the music of our pleasure filling the small room.
Much later, with him spooning behind me on the couch and his come trailing down my thigh, I laughed to myself.
"Just wondering what you'd have done if I'd said, 'Achy Breaky Heart.'"
He chuckled. "Thankfully, we avoided that tragic situation."