Well, I've just wrapped up the entire trilogy, and I've been working on this, it's about David and Gretchen, the other couple in Hope's Flame. Feedback is welcome

Chapter 1

David carefully unfurled the newspaper, not wanting to wrinkle it. He'd taken it from their neighbor, and he had at least half an hour before they woke up.

The front page story was about some hit and run on the highway, an old man run over by a truck. "Poor guy, I hope he didn't suffer", he whispered.

David scanned the paper, not really looking at the stories. More murders, more robberies, it seemed like like everything was going to hell.

His eyes widened when he came across his horoscope. "Scorpio, August 27, 1986. You will meet an interesting person at an unexpected place. They will have a profound impact on your life, either for good or for bad. But something will happen", he read aloud.

Opposite the horoscopes was an ad for a Renaissance Faire. Wow, that sounds cool. And it's today. I got nothing planned, that sounds like fun, he thought.

David folded the newspaper and deposited back on the neighbor's porch. Gar and Chris were already drinking and watching wrestling, loud grunts coming from the screen.

"Hey guys, you wanna go to the Renaissance Faire?", he asked eagerly.

"No way, dude. We're going to watch Wrestlemania, we got the Pay-Per-View and everything", said Chris, gesturing to the cans of beer and bowls of chips.

"All right. But don't make a big mess, Dave won't want to see that when he gets home", he said, going upstairs to his room.

David took a quick shower and combed his hair, looking through his drawers for something clean. He finally decided on an Iron Maiden shirt and jeans, quickly getting dressed.

He gazed critically at his reflection in the mirror. Wavy dark blond hair in a feathered cut hung to his shoulders, his hazel eyes wide with eagerness. I guess I look all right, then again, I don't have a costume, he shrugged.

David went into the closet and found a shoebox. Inside was almost seventy dollars in various bills, which he stuffed in his pocket. I was going to buy some pot, but this sounds better, maybe Dave will have some pot, he thought.

"Bye guys", he said, grabbing the keys to the van. Neither of them said anything, their attention riveted to the television.

David shrugged and bounded out the door, a smile on his face. "Hi, Mr. Porter", he said, waving to the neighbor. The middle-aged man scowled before entering the house, the newspaper tucked under his arm.

He opened the door of the beat-up van, inserting the key in the ignition. The engine sputtered to life, as he inserted a tape into the radio. The opening notes of Shout it out Loud by KISS blaring from the speakers, as the van got out of the driveway.

COOL! A new one already. Can't wait to read more!

I wonder who David will meet at the Renaissance Fair. I like going to Renaissance Fairs- good times.

Chris and Gar made me laugh with their wrestling pay-per-view. :lol: :lol: :lol:

This is off to a very good start. :) Awesome!

Thanks for the feedback :wavey

Chapter 2

David arrived at the fairgrounds an hour later. He parked the van in the crude gravel lot and got out, stretching his legs. Some of the other people gave him funny looks, seeing his t-shirt and jeans.

I wish I had a costume. Oh well, it could be worse, he thought, blushing at their scrutiny.

He paid for his ticket and entered the fairgrounds. His eyes were wide with delight, taking it all in. The central walkway was lined with booths selling all sorts of merchandise, from swords to clothes and jewelry and all types of food and drink.

David inhaled the aroma of roasting meat, his eyes widening in delight. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he only had a cup of coffee for breakfast.

"Ho, you want a joint of beef, young man?" said a jolly fat man behind a booth. He wore green trousers with a white apron stretched over his ample belly. The tempting aroma of roasting meat made his mouth water, as he sat down at a stool at the booth.

"Yeah, I forgot I didn't have breakfast. How much?", he asked, getting out his wallet.

"That'll be five dollars", he replied.

David handed him the money as the man set down a joint of meet and a Coke in front of him. "Enjoy, laddie", he chuckled

When he finished, David sat lazily on the stool, a contented smile on his face. That was one awesome breakfast, he thought happily, wiping his fingers with the packaged wipes.


Meanwhile, Gretchen Matheson watched as her brother practiced his techniques. Alex was dressed in jeans and a Slayer t-shirt, his long hair and beard giving him the appearance of a bear.

"Be careful with that, you don't want to kill anyone", she teased.

"I know, I don't wanna go to jail", he chuckled, towering over his petite sister.

Gretchen felt tiny compared to her bear of a brother. He towered over her, his 6'4" a contrast to her 5'1". They both had brown hair and green eyes, but while his was a dull brown, hers was the color of dark chocolate, a rich, deep brown.

She wore a simple dress she'd sewn herself, the costume of a townswoman. It consisted of a full skirt in a burnt orange and deep green, a dark blue velvet bodice over the skirt. It was tied together with laces down the front, the top lace undone because of the heat. Her dark hair fell loose to her shoulders, as it wasn't long enough to put in a more elaborate hairstyle.

"I'm going to look around. Don't worry, I'll be fine and I'll catch your fight later", she said, kissing his cheek.

Gretchen's dress sounds beautiful. I wish I could sew :( I'm so excited for the two to meet- I wonder if sparks will fly immediately or if it will take some time to develop a relationship?

That fair sounds awesome. I remember when I went one feeling bad because I didn't have a costume, but one of the girls that I went with was completely decked out.

Grecthen's dress sounds awesome! I can't sew, but I wish I could.


Can't wait for more!!! :heart: :horns: :heart: :horns:

Chapter 3

David noticed a crowd gathering around the bleachers. He walked over, wondering what was going to happen. The arena itself was empty, but a sign announced there was going to be a swordfight.

Awesome, I've never seen a real one before, he thought eagerly.

"Hi, aren't you David Ellefson of Megadeth?", asked a female voice.

David turned around, his eyes widening in delight when he saw the girl. She was very pretty and petite, dark brown hair framing her sweet face with it's large green eyes and full pink lips. Her dress was simple with an orange and green skirt, the dark blue velvet top a contrast to her fair skin. He could see the swell of her breast under the velvet, her tiny feet in her black patent leather boots, a tingling sensation growing in his stomach.

"Yeah, I'm David Ellefson. Are you are a Megadeth fan?", he asked.

"Of course, I love your stuff. Killing is my Business is awesome and I love Peace Sells. I'm Gretchen Matheson", she said, extending her hand.

David shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Miss Matheson. It's great that you like our music, most girls don't like our stuff", he said shyly.

"Cool. They don't know what they're missing", she joked, as they both laughed.

"What is a sword fight?", he asked.

"Don't worry, no one gets hurt. My brother's a sword fighter, he's the guy in the Slayer shirt", she said.

David gulped, his eyes wide with fright. "I'd better not piss off that guy", he muttered.

"Don't worry, Alex isn't that bad. Maybe I can introduce you to him after the show", she giggled.

David blushed deep red, his cheeks turning pink. "Uh, sounds cool", he mumbled.

Gretchen leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I won't let him hurt you, David", she giggled.

David felt a thrill go him when she kissed him. Wow, that was great. I wonder what the sex will be like. Hey don't go there. Gretchen is a nice girl, not some groupie, he reminded himself.

He took his mind off her to watch the fight. Two burly men in handmade armor glared at each other, their expressions menacing.

Suddenly, the one on the left yelled and ran towards his opponent. David watched with wide eyes, the grunts of the men and clang of steel in the air. Wow, I hope no one gets hurt, he prayed.

David could feel Gretchen's presence next to him, cheering on her brother. She felt so warm, her skin vaguely of cinnamon. I like it, it's like cinnamon buns, he thought, a slow smile forming on his face.

"Alex, you did great!" she exclaimed, embracing one of the fighters. He laughed, taking off his helmet and shaking his head. His dark hair came loose, falling past his shoulders and complimenting his brown beard.

"Thanks, sis. I sure kicked his ass. And aren't you David Ellefson of Megadeth? What are you doing with my sister?", he asked suspiciously.

David tried not to show his fear. "Hi, sir. Yeah, I'm David Ellefson. I won't try anything", he said, his cheeks turning bright red.

"Alex, don't scare him, you're a lot bigger than he is", she chided.

"Sorry, I'm just looking out for you, sis. You kids run along now", said Alex.

That's cool that Gretchen is already a Megadeth fan. I like that.

I don't blame David for being weary around her huge-ass brother. I'd shit myself. :lol:


More!!!! :horns:

How awesome would it be to run into David at a fair and just hang out with him?! Gretchen is one lucky girl!

Chapter 4

Gretchen saluted her brother, taking David's hand. He felt a tingle of anticipation go through him, his cheeks turning pink.

"Aw, you're cute when you blush. You're a sweetie, David. Follow me", she said.

She took his hand and led him into the woods surrounding the fairgrounds. The voices of the people grew fainter, the forest becoming more dense.

David just followed her, his eyes darting about. I wonder where she's taking me? I'm not scared, though, he mused.

Gretchen led him towards a clearing past a stand of pine trees. The leaves of the trees overhead made a canopy above them, a few slivers of sunlight shining on them.

"What is it, Gretchen?", he asked.

She grinned saucily at him, standing on her tiptoes and kissing his lips. David was surprised by the kiss, as her mouth exerted pressure, her tongue parting his lips.

David returned the kiss, his tongue gently rubbing hers. She moaned at the sensation, her arms around his neck, as they continued to kiss.

She reluctantly broke the kiss, slowly untying the laces of her dress. His eyes widened in delight as her soft creamy flesh was exposed to him, inch by inch. "Like what you see?", she chuckled, embracing him as her breasts rubbed against his shirt.

David gently kissed her, his hands toying with her breasts. Gretchen moaned in delight, his calloused hands on her smooth flesh. He bent his head and captured a nipple with his mouth, his rough tongue lapping at the hardened nub. "Ooh David", she mewled, clutching his face to her breasts.

David licked and sucked on her nipples, hearing her soft moans and gasps. She squirmed in delight below him, her knees threatening to give way. He gave her nipple one final kiss, smiling at the lustful gleam in his eyes. "Now it's your turn, David. Lay down", she murmured, licking her lips.

David did as he was told. Gretchen winked at him, kissing his lips before slowly unzipping his jeans. The sound was loud in the still forest air, as she smiled in delight when she saw he didn't have underwear.

"Uh, I have to do laundry", he muttered, his cheeks pink.

"More fun for me then", she giggled, gently stroking him. He gasped at the feel of her delicate hands, a tingling sensation in his belly.

His eyes widened in shock when she kissed the head of his erection, before taking him into her mouth. "Oh yeah, Gretchen", he groaned, his hands in her dark hair.

Gretchen continued to lick and such on him, her lips, teeth and tongue driving him wild. David moaned in pleasure, moving in and out of her mouth, the coil of heat in his belly growing tighter. He could feel himself swell within her mouth, as he clutched onto her hair. "Gretchen, I'm coming", he warned. She just continued to lick and suck on him, as he released into her mouth. She swallowed up his seed, making soft sounds of pleasure as she gently cleaned him.

She released him from her mouth, her green eyes glowing with lust. "That was great, can I pay you back?", he panted.

"Not now, someone might come over here. Here's my number, if you want to go out sometime", she said, writing down her number on a card.

They quickly got dressed, as David stuffed the card in his pocket. "Wow, this really is my lucky day", he giggled.

"Me too. David, I don't make it a habit to give blow jobs to guys I've just met, but I like you. It was an honor. Damn, I sound like some groupie", she muttered.

"No, you're a sweet girl, Gretchen. I will definetly call you", he said, taking her hand and leading her back towards the fair.

Gretchen gets strictly down to business. :lol: She doesn't waste time. That was hot. I can't believe that David runs around commando.


Goo chapter Vanessa, as always! :horns:

Cool- Gretchen is fiesty! Good for her for taking the lead. Hope David calls, but I have a feeling he will ;)

Chapter 5

"So Junior, you're going on a date with some chick you met at a Renaissance Faire? I gotta go to one sometime, I'd score with all the chicks", joked Dave, cracking open a beer.

"Yeah, I guess it was my lucky day", said David, running a comb through his blond hair.

"Hell, it was more than lucky. You met up with a hot chick and she gives you a blow job. If you fucked her, that would be even better. Maybe I'll have better luck than you", he cracked, swigging his beer.

"See ya", he said, grabbing the keys to the van. Mr. Porter scowled at him as he took out the trash. "Lousy, long-haired maggots", he grumbled, as David waved to him.

He got in the band's old creaky van, turning on the ignition. The engine wheezed to life, as he backed out of the driveway. David inserted the KISS tape, as it blared Detroit Rock City. He sang along, driving the van to Gretchen's house.


Gretchen stood on the porch, her fingers nervously tugging on her skirt. I do h ope he gets here soon, and can find the house, she thought.

David had called her the day after the fair and shyly asked her out. Of course, she accepted, and now she was waiting for him.

"I can't believe it, my sister dating a rock star", teased Alex.

"Shut up, David is a sweetie", she sighed.

"I hope we can meet your young man, Gretchen", said their mother Maria, speaking with a slight German accent. She was a short, plumpish woman with her children's green eyes, her graying hair in a bun.

Just then, an old van parked outside the house. David got out, an eager smile on his face. He wore neatly pressed jeans and a Motorhead shirt, his hair grazing his collar.

"Hello, Mrs. Matheson. I'm David Ellefson, Gretchen's date. It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am", he said politely.

"Very nice to meet you, Mr. Ellefson. Gretchen, your young man has such good manners. Go along dears, have a good time and don't stay out too late", said Maria, as her and Alex went back inside.

"Your Mom is really nice, she's just like my Mom", he said, opening the door for her and helping her inside.

"Thanks, Mom was really curious about you, you being in a band and everything. I guess she was expecting a caveman", she joked.

"I know guys like that. And is your Mom German? She has a cool accent", he said, as he drove away.

"Yeah, she was born in Bavaria outside of Munich. My father's an American from Wisconsin, I still got relatives there", she replied.

"Awesome, my family is Norwegian and all my family's from Minnesota. What part of Wisconsin?", he asked.

"From Kenosha, they're dairy farmers. We visit them sometimes", she said.

"Cool, I grew up on a farm. Where do you want to go? I know this place that makes milkshakes with every kind of ice cream imaginable", he said dreamily, smacking his lips.

"That sounds good. Ooh, you like KISS too?", she asked, seeing the KISS tape.

"KISS are gods. They were the first real heavy band I ever heard, that's why I became a musician. I wanted to be like Gene Simmons. If we ever open up for KISS, that would be so rad. My favorite is Alive", he said.

"I've been listening to KISS since I was a kid, in fact, I'm in the KISS Army. My favorite is Destroyer", she said, taking out her KISS Army picture ID.

"Awesome, I'm in the KISS Army, I'll show you later", he said excitedly.

It's so sweet, the two of them just chit chatting. I like the fact that David didn't just pull the van into a back alley, unzip his pants, and say "here you go, have at it."

Coolness!


That's awesome that Grecthen's mom is from outside of Bavaria. My grandma was from Bavaria and my dad was born in Munich.

Dave cracked me up when he was teasing David. Boys will be boys I guess.

kick ass! :horns2

Maisy, your comment made me laugh :lol: David seems like such a sweetie in Behind the Music and in interviews, I can't imagine him being like that to Gretchen :heart: And that's cool, Ashley. Bavaria sounds like such a nice place in Germany, the scenery looks gorgeous :heart:

Chapter 6

"I can't believe you guys actually did that", said Gretchen, her eyes wide.

David blushed, stirring the milkshake and with the straw. "Yeah, I'm surprised Dave didn't get arrested. After all, I'm sure it's illegal to get a blow job onstage when singing", he said.

They were at a diner, having dinner and talking. David was telling her the touring stories, as she laughed in delight. He had hesitated at first, but was surprised to find out that she thought they were funny. He had just finished telling her of the time they'd played a show in Tulsa, and Dave had gotten a blow job onstage from a groupie.

"Man, touring sounds crazy. You don't hear about that in Rolling Stone", she giggled.

"I know, Rolling Stone sucks. They gave the new Priest and Maiden albums one star each, and they gave the new Duran Duran album four stars. What the hell? Oops, sorry about the language there", he muttered.

Gretchen took his hand in hers. "David, you are such a sweetie. Don't worry, I've heard worse", she joked.

"Oh, okay. Dave always says I gotta stop being such a dork, that I gotta be more metal. I gotta stop acting like a kid", he grumbled.

"David, don't say that. You are a sweet guy, and I like it", she giggled.

"Thanks. Do you regularly go to these things?", he asked, changing the subject.

"I go every year. I know how to sew and I like to make my own clothes, it's cheaper than to buy them. I have several more dresses like that. Maybe next time you can wear a costume", she suggested.

"I don't know how to sew, all I can sew is buttons", he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.

"That's okay, maybe I can sew one for you, no offense, but it's going to look strange to go to a Renaissance Faire in jeans and a t-shirt", she replied.

"Yeah, but I like the Maiden shirt. Dave took me to see them last year, they were awesome. I didn't get into them until I got here, I was a total KISS fan before that", he replied.

"Hey, better late than never. My favorites are Powerslave and Piece of Mind", she said, taking a sip of her milkshake.

"Those are great, but I love Number of the Beast, that's the first one I ever heard. And I also like Killers, but Bruce is a better singer than Paul", said David thoughtfully.

"Well, I haven't heard Paul sing, so I'll have to take your word for it. You know, David? You're the first guy I met who isn't intimidated by the fact that I like metal. Most guys freak out", she said.

"Wow, they don't know what they're missing. I got no problem, Gretchen. Believe, me it sucks when girls like pop junk, when they think Duran Duran is rock", he said, rolling his eyes.

"Eww, they suck. Whey don't you go and repay me, David?", she said huskily, leaning over and kissing his lips.

I have to agree with this statement


"Yeah, but I like the Maiden shirt. Dave took me to see them last year, they were awesome

:dance :horns: :dance

Bruce is awesome.

I am impressed that David can at least sew a button. I can't even do that. :)

I have to admit- I'm a Duranie from WAY back. They were my first favorite band- way back in the early eighties when I was five and MTV had just started.

However, never in a million years would I consider them to be a "rock band". And Rolling Stone has been pretty harsh on them lately, too.

Did Dave really get a blowjob on stage?! Wow! :lol: I know Lars used to get them regularly behind his drum kit, but I never knew Dave Mustaine did, too!

I like David sweet. I hope Dave never corrupts him! :)

Maisy, I don't know about Dave getting a blow job on stage, but he was pretty crazy back then, so he probably did :lol: Then again, everyone was crazy back in the eighties.

Chapter 7

David's eyes widened in delight, as she broke the kiss, an innocent smile on her face. "Let's go, David", she said coyly.

He quickly paid for their food, taking her hand and leading her out of the diner. "Are you sure, Gretchen? I don't want you to regret this later", he said, opening the door of the van.

She sat down and faced him. "David, I like you and you like me. I'm not a slut, but I do want to make you happy. What do you say?", she asked, taking his hand in his.

David kissed her, before starting the engine. He wordlessly drove to a Holiday Inn on the interstate, the neon green sign a beacon in the darkness.

"This is a lot nicer than the van, Dave likes to score with groupies back there", he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.

"Uh, interesting. At least you got some consideration for the ladies", she giggled, as he helped her out of the van.

"One room, please", said David, the flush still on his cheeks.

The clerk gave them a knowing look, handing them the keys. "Enjoy your stay", he smirked.

David led her upstairs to their room. It was plain, but clean, with a worn brown carpet and beige walls, the bed covered in a purple and green quilt. A TV sat on the dresser, a microwave next to it.

"I've seen worse, trust me", he said, leading her inside.

Gretchen gave him a saucy grin, standing on her tiptoes and kissing his lips. David returned the kiss as he led her over to the bed, reluctantly lifting his lips from hers.

He quickly removed the covers as they fell on the bed. Gretchen kissed him, her fingers tangled in his blond hair. David kissed her back, his tongue parting her lips. She moaned in delight, as her arms went around his neck.

While he kissed her, David unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it aside. He lifted his lips from hers, his eyes glowing with lust when he saw the smooth creamy flesh of her breasts. "You're beautiful", he murmured, leaning down and kissing a nipple.

Gretchen mewled in delight, holding his face to her breasts. David continued to lick and suck on her nipples, enjoying the sounds of her moans and gasps. "Ooh David", she gasped.

He just grinned against her flesh, his lips and tongue caressing the hardened nubs. Gretchen moaned in delight, her fingers tangled in his hair.

Suddenly, she lifted his face from her breasts. David looked confused, until she grasped his arms and flipped him over. Gretchen smiled saucily at him, squeezing his biceps. "Wow, you're strong. Must be all the farm work", she giggled. David was about to say something, but she stifled his words with a kiss, her tongue parting his lips.

She broke the kiss and nuzzled his throat, her hands under his shirt. "I thought I was going to pay you back", he said, stifling a moan as she gently bit his nipple.

"Soon David", she chuckled, removing his shirt and unfastening his jeans. She grinned at him when she saw he had no underwear. "Bad boy", she giggled, gently kissing the head of his erection before sucking it into her mouth.

David gasped in surprise, as she began to suck on him. Gretchen licked and sucked on him, feeling his fingers in her hair. "Oh yeah, Gretchen", he groaned.

She chuckled against him, her lips and tongue doing wonders for him. He grasped her hair, thrusting into her hot, wet mouth. "Gretchen, I'm coming", he groaned. She held him in her mouth and felt him beginning to swell. She moaned in delight as he erupted in her mouth, licking up his seed.

She finished cleaning him, a lustful gleam in her green eyes. Gretchen removed her skirt and panties, lying back on the bed. She parted her legs, her breasts full and ripe.

"You can pay me back, David", she purred.

David kissed her lips, his hand on a breast. The nipple instantly hardened, the pink nub taut against his palm. His tongue thrust into her mouth, his hand between her legs. Gretchen moaned in delight as he stroked her, feeling the wetness between her legs. "Oh David", she mewled.

David broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her body. He kissed each nipple before moving lower, feeling her stomach tighten in anticipation. His hands parted her legs, his face between them.

Gretchen's eyes widened in shock as he began to lick at her, seeing his blond head between her legs. "Oh yes", she mewled, his tongue gently flicking at her.

David held her thighs open, exploring her intimately. She squirmed under him, her moans and gasps filling his ears. Gretchen clutched onto his hair, her eyes closed and gasping his name.

"Ooh David", she mewled.

David continued to lick at her. His tongue found her bud, flicking at it several times before sucking it into his mouth. She groaned in pleasure, the coil of heat growing ever tighter within her body.

"Oh David, oh yes, ohh!", she yelled in ecstasy. David continued to lick at her, slowly emerging from between her thighs.

He smiled at the sight. Gretchen lay sprawled on the bed, her eyes heavy and her mouth open in delight. David took her into his arms and kissed her, parting her legs and thrusting into her body. Gretchen's eyes widened in surprise, the sensation totally unsuspected. He kissed her fiercely, as he began to thrust into her body.

They moved together on the bed, their lips exchanging hungry kisses. Moans and gasps filled the air, their bodies as one. Gretchen clutched onto his shoulders, his tongue imitating the movements of his body. She could feel herself close to her peak, writhing under him.

David broke the kiss, smiling when he saw how close she was. He leaned down and gently nibbled on her ear, causing her to shiver with pleasure. "Come for me", he whispered.

Gretchen moaned his name, a blinding light appearing before her eyes. David groaned with relief, thrusting one last time into her body and releasing into her warmth.

They lay in each others arms, sweaty and satiated. David withdrew from her body, as she moaned. He kissed her lips, taking her into his arms. "Relax, Gretchen, we got all night", he giggled.

"For a farm boy, you sure are insatiable", she teased.

"Thank", he said, his cheeks turning pink.

"You're cute, David", she giggled.

Their room sounded nice. :)

I like it when Gretchen teases him about growing up on a farm. :lol: :lol: :lol: :horns: :lol: :horns2 :lol:

Chapter 8

"You got laid on the first date, Junior? You little bastard", teased Dave, as David blushed deep red.

"Yeah, it was good. Me and Gretchen are going on a date on Friday, I can't wait", he giggled.

"Wow, you must really like this chick. Eh, I don't like the brown-haired girls much, give me a blond or a redhead anytime", chuckled Dave.

They were backstage at the Winterland Ballroom in San Francisco, getting ready for their show. The roar of the crowd could be heard through the walls, the dull roar sounding like the ocean's waves.

David tuned his bass, plucking the strings. It was a Fender in a sunburst design, the color a pleasing brownish orange. Thanks Mom for getting me this for Christmas, he thought, a smile on his face.

Dave strapped on his guitar and played a few chords, satisfied the guitar was in tune. Chris and Gar emerged from the bathroom, smiles on their faces. A roadie poked his head in the door. "It's time..."


The band came onstage to the sound of bombs exploding, the shudders echoing in the room. Dave led the way, followed by the others. He was tall and imposing, clad in tight jeans and a Venom shirt, his red hair loose and past his shoulders. David wore his favorite KISS shirt and jeans, his blond hair grazing his shoulders. The adrenalin pumped through his veins, his heart beating in his ears.

Look at all those people. I wish Gretchen were here, but I don't wanna mess this up, he thought, as the band played Rattlehead. A pit immediately formed in front of the state, arms and legs flailing everywhere.

The band was like a juggernaut, flattening everything in its path. The music was incredibly loud, the crowd almost as loud. Dave was the commander, the people obeying his will as the pit grew larger.

David's eyes widened in shock when he saw Gretchen in the pit. She was crowd-surfing, being passed overhead like an offering. A security guard caught her and tossed her back, an ecstatic look on her face. Wow, she's brave. I hope she's okay, he thought, not missing a note.

The band ended with Good Mourning/Black Friday, the crowd roaring with delight. Dave sang the lyrics as though he were the killer in the song, his voice dripping with venom and hate.

"You've been a great crowd, San Francisco, good night motherfuckers!", he bellowed, as the crowd erupted with cheers.

The band walked offstage, the roar of the crowd still ringing in their ears. "I saw you looking at her in the pit, Junior. At least you didn't fuck up the song, or else I would've kicked your ass", cracked Dave, as David blanched. "Junior, I'm kidding. I saw a hot chick with nice tits in the pit, I gotta hook up with her", he chuckled.

David took a quick shower and put on clean clothes, walking into the audience area. Most of the crowd had left, but he spotted Gretchen, his eyes lighting up. She wore jeans and an Iron Maiden Trooper shirt, her hair in a braid that was coming loose.

He waved frantically at her. "Hey Gretchen", he said shyly.

"Hey David. Awesome show, and you played Looking Down on the Cross, that's one of my favorites", she said excitedly.

"Thanks, it was Chris's idea, he liked the solo. You want to meet the others?", he asked shyly.

"Okay. You want to go out later, or do you want to wait for Friday?", she asked.

"Tonight's fine. Follow me", he said, taking her by the hand. The security guard just waved them through, a knowing smile on his face.

David knocked on the door and hearing no reply, let them in. Dave was sitting in a chair, his chest bare. A blond with large fake tits sat in his lap, playing with his hair.

"Oh, hi Dave. Sorry I interrupted you", said David, his cheeks pink.

"Nonsense, Junior. Introduce me to your girl", he chuckled, grabbing the girl's tit as she giggled.

"Uh Gretchen, this is Dave Mustaine. Dave, this is Gretchen Matheson, my girlfriend", he said.

"Glad to meet you, Gretchen. And this is Bambi, I'm going to get lucky, isn't that right, sweetheart?", he drawled, squeezing her tit.

Bambi giggled. "Of course, Dave", she said coyly.

"See you later, Dave", he said, taking her hand.

Dave is sooo funny in this. Wow. Gretchen really is brave. If I ever went down in the pit at one of those concerts I'd get crushed.


I have soooo wanted to go into the pit many times, but I also can't have anything injured or else I can't work. :(


And this part was soooo awesome

David knocked on the door and hearing no reply, let them in. Dave was sitting in a chair, his chest bare. A blond with large fake tits sat in his lap, playing with his hair.

:drool :drool :drool I want to be Bambi. :lol:

Dave's hot.


This story rocks!!!! :horns:

Wow- how did I miss a chapter?! An extra surprise for the weekend!

Gretchen and David are HOT together. Wow. That was really well written. Very steamy and detailed!!

And I love how feisty Gretchen is. Good for her! Crowd surfing and in the pit with the rest of the boys.

Dave cracks me up.

This fiction is awesome!

Chapter 9

"I know this all night diner, the show made me hungry", said David, leading her outside.

"That's fine, David. You must have worked up quite an appetite", she giggled.

"Yeah, Mom always says that. She likes to say I'm a growing boy", he said, taking her hand.

It was a balmy late summer evening in San Francisco, a slight breeze coming from the bay. The sun had just totally set, a thin fringe of orange on the horizon, the faint stars almost invisible.

"When I first came here, I thought it was the most beautiful city. Man, seeing the view from Golden Gate Park is great, you go to the city much?", he asked.

"Yeah, I love the city. Fisherman's Wharf is great, even if it is full of tourists, and Chinatown is incredible. You been there?", she asked.

"Yeah, Dave bought a hookah from some store there. He used it to smoke hash, I didn't like it thought, it was too strong and it gave me a tummy ache. I do smoke pot and drink, though. Is that all okay?", he asked, his hazel eyes wide with worry.

"David, at least you're not doing the hard stuff. I don't like pot, though, I cough too much when I smoke it. And I drink a little, I can't drink much", she said apologetically.

David led her inside a small diner. The neon sign outside buzzed with green and pink lights like a beacon. Inside, it was all white walls and tiles, the scent of sizzling burgers on the grill.

"How can I help you kids?", asked the waitress, a middle-aged woman with a pencil stuck in her beehive.

"A table for two, ma'am", said David. She smiled at his politeness, leading them to a table in the back.

"If you kids want anything, don't hesitate to ask", she said, handing them two menus.

David opened his, his eyes wide. "Wow, they got everything", he murmured.

"Don't order everything, then you can't fit into your jeans", she giggled, reading her own menu.

"What will you kids have?", asked the waitress.

"I'll have the cheeseburger platter and a Budweiser", he said.

"I'll have the same, but with an iced tea", said Gretchen.

The waitress wrote down their order and took their menus. "David, did you really mean it when you called me your girlfriend?", she asked.

He blushed shyly. "Yeah, I meant it, Gretchen. You wanna be my girlfriend?", he asked, giving her his best puppy-dog face.

"Of course, silly boy", she giggled.

David sank back in the booth, sighing in relief. "Whew, I was nervous for a minute there", he whispered.

A slow smile spread across his face. "Excuse me, Gretchen", he said, getting up and walking to the bathroom.

David washed his hands and looked over at the vending machines. He inserted a quarter into one of the machines and retrieved his prize, putting it in his pocket.

He sat back down at the table, a shy smile on his lips. "David, are you all right?", she asked.

David took a deep breath and took out the prize from his pocket. It was a plastic ball, inside of which was a ring. He opened it, the shiny bauble popping out of the plastic. It was a cheap little thing, made of a brassy yellow metal with a red plastic stone, shining with a dull, murky light.

Wordlessly, he put the ring on her finger. The cheap plastic ring glowed in the light of the diner, a shy smile on his lips.

"I thought that since we're official, we should have something to commemorate it", he mumbled.

Gretchen kissed his cheek. "That was very kind of you, David", she giggled.

The waitress came over to their table with the food. She smiled at the couple, placing the plates on the table. "Enjoy, kids", she said kindly.

That was *such* a sweet chapter. I really miss diners, even though the kind I miss are the kind in the tri-state area.

I agree- that chapter was sweet. David was sweet when he was worried about his drinking. I like it hat Gretchen flat out admits tha she's not into drinking and shit and doesn't try to change herself to fit in. :)

Chapter 10

After dinner, David paid for their meal and led her out of the diner. "Where do you want to go?", he asked.

"Let's go someplace where we can be alone", she said coyly.

"Okay, but what will your mom say?", he asked, puzzled.

"David, I had the tickets for a month now, but I wanted to get in touch with you after the show. I'm adult", she said coolly.

"Oh, sorry about that. Well, Dave is probably in the van with Bambi, I think Chris and Gar went back to the house. I don't think you want to see our place, we need to clean it", he said, blushing.

"Yeah, even though I'm a fan of yours, I don't want to know what your house looks like", she replied, making a face.

An idea suddenly came to him, as he led her farther down the street. A garish red neon sign glowed, making hissing and popping noises. Inside, it was worn but clean, the carpet curling at the edges. The clerk looked up, giving them a dirty look.

"What you want?", he muttered.

"Uh, one room for the night, sir", said David politely.

The clerk grumbled something under his breath, handing them the keys. David smiled at him, taking her hand and leading her to the room. "Uh, this isn't the nicest place, but I've seen worse, trust me", he said sheepishly, opening the door.

The room was clean but old. A worn greenish shag rug lay on the floor, the walls painted a dull white, the cracks starting to show. The bed was covered in a dull brown quilt and worn pillows, the TV sitting on a plastic stand with rabbit ears protruding from the top.

Gretchen sat on the bed, kicking off her shoes. David joined her, taking her into his arms and kissing her lips. She mewled softly at the contact, her hands tangled in his blond hair. His lips gradually applied more pressure, his tongue exploring her mouth.

They fell onto the bed, their lips exchanging hungry kisses. David reluctantly broke the kiss, running his tongue over his lower lip. "You're cute when you do that", she giggled, gently kissing him.

She broke the kiss, a naughty gleam in her eyes. "Enjoy, David", she giggled, removing the belt from his jeans. Gretchen took his hands and tied them to the posts with the belt. His eyes widened in surprise, a shiver of anticipation running through him.

Gretchen turned on the lamp and the radio, adjusting the dial until she found the local rock station. The radio played Round and Round by Ratt , as she slowly stripped.

David lay on the bed, his eyes wide in delight. Gretchen moved her body to the music, her pale creamy flesh revealed inch by inch. He ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips, wanting to reach out and touch her.

Gretchen smiled coyly at him, wearing only her panties. She climbed onto the bed and sat on his lap, leaning over and kissing his lips. She quickly broke the kiss, wagging a finger in his face. "Not yet, David, I want to torment you first", she giggled, sticking her breasts in his face.

David leaned over as far as he could, kissing a nipple before taking it into his mouth. Gretchen mewled in delight, his lips and tongue caressing the hardened nub.

She reluctantly backed away, shivering as the cool air hit her damp nipple. David's eyes widened in surprise when she unzipped his pants, a delighted grin on her face when she saw he was naked underneath.

"Uh, it chafes onstage", he muttered.

"Whatever, you are such a naughty boy, David. I will have to punish you", she whispered huskily. David tried to smile, but could only groan as she stroked him, before taking him into her mouth.

"Oh yeah, Gretchen", he moaned, feeing her hot mouth around him. Gretchen chuckled against him, the sensation going straight to his core. She continued to lick and suck on him, soft sounds of pleasure coming from her throat. He kept thrusting into her mouth, straining against the bonds. "Gretchen, shit", he groaned, his eyes shut tight against the pleasure.

Gretchen felt him swell in her mouth, her heart pounding in anticipation. Suddenly, David groaned her name and released into her waiting mouth. She eagerly licked up his seed, making soft sounds of delight as she cleaned him.

She licked her lips, shakily getting to her feet. Gretchen untied him from the bed, shivering at the pure lust in his eyes. His warm hazel eyes were now green with lust, the intensity in them making her excited.

"It's your turn, Gretchen", he murmured huskily, the desire in his voice making her weak in the knees.

David is a LUCKY man. Can't wait to see how he reciprocates!

I'm loving what I've read so far :D David and Gretchen are such a sweet couple. And I like Gretchen's brother; huge, bear like, beardy guys are awesome :blush: :P .
I'm waiting for more! :heart:

Thanks Maggie for catching up :)

Chapter 11

David smiled down at her, grabbing her wrists and tying her to the bed like she did with him. "I am going to pay you back, Gretchen", he chuckled, gently kissing her lips.

Gretchen lay back on the bed, her heart racing with excitement. David climbed onto the bed and cupped her breasts. She bit back a moan as the nipples instantly hardened under his touch. "This is just the beginning", he said, leaning over and taking a nipple into his mouth.

She moaned softly as he began to lick and suck on her breasts. His lips and tongue caressed the hardened nubs, her soft moans and gasps echoing in his ears. Gretchen panted with lust when she felt his hands on her thighs, sliding her panties down her legs. The thin scrap of cloth fell to the floor, his hands moving between her legs.

"Ooh David", she mewled.

He lifted his face from her breasts, smiling up at her. He parted her legs and stroked her heated flesh, as she moaned in delight. "You bad girl", he giggled, exploring her with his fingers.

Gretchen moaned in delight, as his hands toyed with her aroused flesh. The ache in her belly grew stronger, her heart racing in anticipation. Her eyes widened in shock when she felt his lips on her most intimate spot. She looked down and saw David's blond head between her legs, , his lips and tongue exploring her.

She gasped in surprise, her hips moving restlessly on the bed. "Oh David", she mewled, straining against the bonds. David held her thighs open, continuing to lick and suck on her. He could feel her squirm under him, her moans and gasps music to his ears. Gretchen moaned his name, her breathing shallow and her eyes almost black with passion.

He emerged from between her legs, the sheer lust in his eyes making her shiver. Wordlessly, he untied her from the bed, taking her in his arms. "I hope I didn't hurt you, Gretchen. Did you like it?", he asked huskily.

"I'm fine, David, that was great", she panted.

David beamed as he kissed her lips. While they kissed, he parted her legs and thrust into her body. Gretchen moaned against his lips, her arms around his neck. He kissed her deeply as he began to move within her body.

They moved together on the bed, their lips exchanging hungry kisses. His tongue imitated the movements of his body, as she wrapped her legs around him. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, feeling a wave of love crash over him, leaving him breathless.

"I love you", he murmured.

Gretchen kissed him again, the coil in her belly ready to burst. She moaned against his lips, as he grunted with relief and thrust one last time into her body.

David took her into his arms, nuzzling her throat. "I love you, Gretchen", he said.

Gretchen snuggled into his embrace, stroking his hair. "I love you too, David", she replied, kissing his lips.

Ha Ha. I wonder what Gretchen is going to get since now it's her turn.

Once again, that was hot. :horns: :horns: :horns:

I'm feeling crazy generous, so here you go, ladies :)

Chapter 12
December, 1986

"Ooh Mom, I can't wait", said Gretchen excitedly.

"I know, but be careful, I like David, he is such a nice young man, I'm sure his family will be just as nice", said Maria.

"Yeah, he'd better not try anything", growled Alex, cracking his knuckles.

It was the week before Christmas. David had invited her to go to Minnesota with him to meet his parents. She had accepted, and now she was waiting for him to arrive.

"Don't worry, we will have your presents for you. I do hope you have a good time in Minnesota. David is such a nice boy, his parents must be very good people", said Maria.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. David stood on the porch with an eager smile on his face. He kissed Gretchen and smiled at them. "Hi Alex, Mrs. Matheson. You have your stuff, Gretchen?", he asked happily.

"Yeah", she replied.

"Oh, I almost forgot", he said, going back to the van. He returned with two packages and handed one to her mother and the other to Alex. "I know it's early, but I didn't think the presents would be here on time for Christmas", he said shyly.

"Oh, thank you David", said Maria, unwrapping her present. It was a lamb plushie with warm brown eyes and a pink bow around it's neck.

"Gretchen said that you grew up on a farm, I thought you'd like it", he said.

"It's lovely David, thank you", she said, embracing him.

Alex had unwrapped his present, smiling in delight. "Awesome, man, I needed one of these", he said, showing off his Swiss Army knife.

"Glad you liked your presents, guys. Gretchen, we got to catch our flight", he said, taking her bag and leading her towards the van.

"How long is the flight?", she asked, as he started the engine.

"It's about four, five hours, depends. My parents are going to be there, along with my sisters. The whole family's going to be at the farm. I got a lot of relatives", he replied.

"That sounds like my family in Wisconsin. I've only been there a few times", she said wistfully.

"Bummer. I do try to see them for the holidays, I went last year. I've invited Dave, but he never wants to go. He has his family down in LA, his mom and sisters. Maybe he should spend time with my folks, no offense, but his family is totally messed up. His dad was a drunk and his mother's into New Age stuff, she's nice, though. And he has a lot of nieces, he adores them. People think he's a badass, but he's a good guy under", he said, turning on the radio as the station played Jingle Bell Rock.


They arrived at the airport an hour later. "Don't worry, either Chris or Gar is going to pick up the van later", he said, getting their bags.

"Okay, it's Gate#153, American Airlines Flight#147 to Minneapolis", said Gretchen.

"My family's gonna be at the airport. It snowed a lot, though, I hope they're all right", he said.

"I do hope so. Your Mom sounds nice", she giggled.

"Thanks. Don't worry, she's going to love you. She's always pestering me to find a nice girl", he said, holding her hand and kissing her cheek.

Her eyes gleamed with mischief. Wordlessly, she took his hand and led him to a spring of mistletoe hanging from the doorway of the gate. David smiled knowingly at her, taking her into his arms and gently kissing her lips.

"For a safe flight and much happiness", she murmured.

Wow- I come home to two new chapters. Awesome!!

I can't wait to read about Gretchen meeting the parents. I bet that Christmas in Minnesota will be a good time. The snow will be beautiful for about five minutes, and then it will be FREEZING. :lol: :lol:

I liked David's presents. That lamb plushie sounded so sweet. :heart:

Poor Dave. I wish that he'd come home with David for a good old fashioned too. Actually, you might have inspired a Megadeth Christmas story about David bringing Dave home to Minnesota. Hmmmmmmmm..

This totally rocks out!
Awesome!

Chapter 13

The plane landed in Minneapolis five hours later. Outside the window everything was gray, piles of slushy snow on the sides of the runway.

David slowly opened his eyes, stifling a yawn. "We here?", he asked.

"Yeah, did it snow recently?", she asked.

"It snowed a couple of days ago, according to Mom. The weatherman says it's going to snow more this week. Oh well it always snows a lot this time of years", he shrugged, as they got off the plane.

David took her hand, an eager smile on his lips. His eyes lit up when he saw his parents, trying to stop himself from rushing over to them.

"Oh, you made it, David. And this is your girlfriend?", asked Mrs. Ellefson, speaking with a heavy Minnesotan accent.

"Glad you could make it, son", said Mr. Ellefson.

"Hi, Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad, this is my girlfriend Gretchen Matheson ", he said, making the introductions.

"Oh, you sound like such a nice girl, David is really happy. Very glad to meet you, Gretchen", said Mrs. Ellefson warmly. She was a plump, motherly woman with curly gray hair and kind hazel eyes just like David's, wearing jeans and reindeer sweater with black boots on her feet.

"Ja, very glad to meet you, Gretchen. David, your sisters are back on the farm with the kids, they didn't want to drive this far", said Mr. Ellefson, speaking with a heavy accent than his wife's. He was tall and thin, his hairline receding from his face. His blue eyes were warm and kindly, immediately putting her at ease.

"Well, I reckon we ought to go now before the snow starts again. You ever see this much snow, Gretchen?", asked Mrs. Ellefson, as they walked to the baggage claim.

"I have family in Wisconsin, I've spent some holidays there. So I've seen snow, but we don't get snow in the Bay Area, though", she replied.

"Ja, I know. How is Dave doing, son?", asked Mr. Ellefson.

"He said he's visiting his family down in LA, he bought his nieces presents. His Mom doesn't celebrate Christmas, though, she celebrates something called the Solstice, whatever that is", he said.

"That's good, at least he's spending the holidays with his family. His mother sounds very California", said Mrs. Ellefson.

"His Mom is nice, though. And his sisters are cool. I hope he's having fun. Gretchen, my sisters are back on the farm with their husbands and kids", he said.

"How many siblings do you have?", she asked.

"I have two sisters, Darlene and Sarah, and their husbands and their kids. I have two nieces and one nephew", he said proudly.

"I don't have any nieces or nephews", she said wistfully.

"Don't worry, they're good kids. You're gonna love them", said David reassuringly.

Ahhh- I miss the snow. But with global warming, it might snow in Florida someday :wacko:

This

Outside the window everything was gray, piles of slushy snow on the sides of the runway.


Sounds like Michigan. Ugh.

I wouldn't mind if I never saw snow again. I think it's vile and nasty and not even for 1 day at Christmas, do I think it's pretty. Give me a green Christmas anytime. :lol: IMO, cruising around in a T-shirt, no jacket, in January is the way to do winter. :)

The Ellefson's seem like nice people. I'm dying to read about their farm and Christmas traditions. :)

Hey, no problem, doing this catch up was a pleasure :D

It was so nice of David to buy presents to Gretchen's family, and I loved how protective Alex is. :biggrin Also it's great Gretchen got to know David's family and they liked her, and I must admit that reading about snow when it's begining of summer, and it's hot outside is kind of nice :P
:heart:

Chapter 21

They arrived at the Ellefson's farm in Jackson almost four hours later. It was on the other end of the state, passing through farms, pastures and forests. Almost immediately out of the Twin Cities, the landscape changed from an urban one to a rural one.

"Ja, I know our farm is from the cities, but I don't mind. We've been living here for over a hundred years", said Mrs. Ellefson.

The farm was located several miles outside the town itself. It consisted of a large red barn and a much smaller stable, a modest two-story house and a small red painted wooden building. The ground was covered in snow from a recent blizzard, the snow almost two feet high in some places.

"Ja, we got a lot of snow this week. You missed it, David. We got all the animals in the barn, we didn't even lose a chicken", said Mr. Ellefson, parking the truck outside the house.

"What sort of animals do you have?", asked Gretchen.

"We got chickens, pigs, and cows, and a goat to eat weeds. The animals are in the barn, tomorrow we gotta let the cows out for some exercise", replied Mr. Ellefson.

They all exited the truck and entered the house. The kitchen light was on, the aroma of hot chocolate and cinnamon hanging in the air.

Two women and three children sat at the table. One of the women was blond, the other with brown hair, while all the children were blond.

The blond woman smiled when she saw them, embracing David. She was quite pretty with his wavy blond hair and hazel eyes, wearing jeans and a Minnesota Vikings sweatshirt.

"Howdy, David. Glad you could make it, and is this your girlfriend?", she asked, her accent as heavy as her parents.

"Yeah, Sarah. Gretchen, these are my sisters Sarah and Darlene. And these little guys are Samantha, Sarah's daughter and Jason and Helen, Darlene's kids. Guys, this is Gretchen Matheson, my girlfriend", he said.

Darlene shook her hand, a twinkle in her blue eyes. "Welcome to our house, Miss Matheson. I hope you like it here", she said kindly, her accent not as pronounced as her family's.

"I just made some hot chocolate and cinnamon buns, you must be tired after your trip", said Sarah, getting up from her seat.

"Thanks. Lucky we didn't get caught in any snow", she chuckled.

"Are you from California?", asked Jason, his blue eyes wide. He was about five or sex, his blond hair flopping over his ears, wearing jeans and a Kermit The Frog t-shirt.

"Yeah, from the Bay Area", she replied.

"Wow, like Disneyland? We went there, we met Mickey", said Samantha, as the children's eyes widened in delight.

"Yeah, I've been to Disneyland, but I'm a bit old for that. And that's down in Anaheim, that's a long drive", she chuckled.

"You kids go and rest after you have something to eat. Dinner's gonna be ready in a coupla hours, we're having roast beef", said Mrs. Ellefson, opening the oven to check on the roast.

"Okay, Mom. Later on, you kids wanna watch a movie?", asked David.

"Yeah, Uncle David!", they yelled.

"Okay, let me show you the rest of the house, Gretchen, after we finish", he said, drinking his hot chocolate.

That hot chocolate sounded delicious. :drool I like it when they put cinnamon in it. Though I guess it's too hot down here right now for me to want some.

David's mom seems very nice. :)