Mr. Twang: A Fake Relationship Romance

“I just can’t get over how beautiful you are.” I walked to the couch and sat down next to her.

“You got what you want. You don’t have to keep complimenting me.” She giggled and let her guitar rest on her lap.

“I mean it.” I nodded. “I missed you every day we were apart.”

“I missed you too.” Her smile got wider and the corner of her lips moved closer to her ears. “Let’s wo

rk on the duet.”

“Okay.” I leaned back against the couch.

She seemed to have a new determination when it came to the duet. We lazily worked on it in the days before we were sent in opposite directions following the release of our albums. We really hadn’t made much progress. The closeness we shared the previous night seemed to have unlocked a new layer of creativity in us both. We passed the guitar back and forth, belted out a few lines, made a lot of corrections, and quickly jotted down the finished product. After a few hours, it wasn’t perfect, but we had a decent first draft. We sang it together for the first time, stumbling over a few lines and generally sounding horrible. Our voices hadn’t found the right harmony yet, but we were getting there.

“You sound so much like the girl from the Shattered Heart video when you sing your part.” I put the guitar down on the coffee table and looked over at her. “I thought we were going to try and make it a little more upbeat.”

“I don’t know.” She sighed and shook her head. “It felt like that was the right tone when we were falling in love, but now I feel like it needs to have a somber undertone. I want people to hear how much we mean to each other when we sing it.”

“You mean Sawyer?” I tilted my head to the side.

“Him most of all.” She nodded. “I want him to see how much better we are together than apart.”

“That’s just not what he believes in. I’ve seen the figures. Sadness sells country music. I mean, what’s the joke about playing a country music song backwards?” I squeezed her her hand and chuckled.

“Ah yes.” She nodded. “If you play a country music song backwards, you get back your wife, your dog and your truck.”

“I wish it was different.” I exhaled sharply. “But at the end of the day—fuck it. We’ll break up if that is what Sawyer wants, but it’ll be as fake as our relationship was when this whole thing started.”

“It won’t be easy, though.” She looked down at our joined hands. “We’ll be sneaking around and if there’s one mistake, it’ll mess everything up. People recognize us now. We don’t need paparazzi to have cameras aimed in our direction anymore.”

“Yeah, but you pretended to love me once. Now you get to pretend to hate me.” I shrugged and chuckled.

“I’m sure I can remember how to do that.” She narrowed her eyes at me and giggled for a moment, but then the somber look returned. “How are we going to survive our tours? We’re going to be apart for so long.”

“Well, we can start by not wasting a single moment of our time together.” I slid closer and pulled her in for a kiss.

Our lips formed a seal instantly. The heat between us was off the charts. I pulled at her clothes as she pulled at mine. My cock quickly swelled in my pants even before they came off and I became fully engorged with my desire. I kissed my way down her abdomen and started to flick my tongue against her clit. She writhed in pleasure. Feeling her climax on my tongue the previous night had been a wonderful experience. I loved the way she tasted and watching her pleasure unfold was a absolutely amazing. I was ready to see it again and when she started to moan, I felt my cock throbbing even harder. My tongue moved down to the entrance of her pussy and then back up to her clit with one quick rotation.

“I want to do this to you.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “Your lips got to have all the fun last night.”

“You’ll get no argument from me.” I looked up at her and grinned.

I stretched out on the couch and she shifted so that she was on top of me. I positioned her knees next to my shoulders and flicked her clit with my tongue while she stroked my cock with her hand. Her tender lips began to kiss along the shaft and I felt her tongue against it for the first time. I would have happily taken care of her without the favor being returned, but I had craved having her lips exactly where they were long before our first kiss. She took it slow, but it felt incredible. She kissed her way up to the glans, rolled her tongue around it, and then slowly parted her lips. I gasped when I felt my cock entering her mouth. It was wet, warm, and made my cock throb so hard I thought I was going to explode before she ever made it down my shaft.

“I like this position.” I squeezed her ass and gave it a light smack. “We can pretend like it’s your birthday.”

“Hey none of that.” She wiggled her ass at me. “If you’re going to spank me, make me feel it.”

“Oh yeah, you’re in trouble now.” I gave her a harder smack.

“Maybe I like being in trouble.” She giggled and licked my cock with her tongue.

I alternated between licking her clit, plunging my tongue inside her pussy, and spanking her ass. I heard her moan constantly as she felt all three forms of pleasure. Her excitement was clear as she started eagerly pulling my dick deep into her mouth. It was quickly coated with her saliva and she got a good rhythm going. Her hands rested on my thighs, occasionally moving between my legs to caress my balls with the tips of her fingernails. She struggled once my cock was deep in her throat, but she kept going until the barrier that prevented her from taking the last of it gave way. I had to stop licking her for a moment as I enjoyed the feeling of her taking my dick from the tip of her tongue to the back of her throat in one quick motion. She swallowed every inch, letting her lips rest against my pelvis each time she descended on my shaft.

“God damn that feels incredible.” I gave her a hard smack on her ass while I was deep in her throat and felt her moan vibrate against my glans.

Our bodies were trapped in ecstasy, and they stayed there for a long time. There was no reason to rush it. We were just enjoying the moment as it unfolded. I was able to ravage her pussy with my tongue since I didn’t have to worry about her hymen, and her lust covered my lips as I plunged my tongue deep inside her. My cock throbbed and pulsated in her throat. The pressure in my balls was so tight that it felt like they were going to erupt, but I didn’t want the moment to end. I focused on her pleasure until I felt her start to squirm against my tongue. She was close and her moans got louder. I held her in place, circling her tight bundle of her nerves as she writhed. She was temporarily forced to stop what she was doing to me as the intensity got fierce. When her hips started to shake, I pushed my tongue inside her to feel the spasms of her orgasm on my tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” She let out a loud moan and exhaled hard.