by Lindsey May
My Rockstar Crush - The Complete Series
By Lindsey May
Copyright 2013 Lindsey May
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My Rockstar Crush is a work of fiction. As such, all characters, names, places, and events in the story are fictional. Any resemblances to actual persons, places, or events are completely coincidental.
Contents
Title Page
Part 1: Backstage Pass
Part 2: Backstage Again
Part 3: On Tour
Part 4: Touring Europe
More from Lindsey May
Part 1: Backstage Pass
It was a dream come true. I was seeing my favorite band backstage on my birthday. Ironically it was a gift from my parents for my 21st birthday. They knew how obsessed I was with the band and it’s lead singer, Blake Evans. But I don’t think they realized exactly what I had in mind when I finally got to meet him.
The backstage passes came with a meet and greet. It was the perfect opportunity for me to get what I wanted. I would be able to get close to him, talk to him, touch him. Seduce him. I was planning on making it a night I would never forget.
I had been listening to Blake since high school, had all his records, and knew every song he was on. I had several posters of him in my room, one of them right above my bed. In that one he was shirtless. On occasion I fell asleep staring at him. Other times I woke up to him, too horny to resist pleasing myself underneath the covers.
I followed him religiously over social media, collecting all of his pictures and reading everything he wrote. It was one thing that he was a sexy rockstar, but based on his comments online and interviews I had watched, I practically felt like I knew him. I idolized him, taking to heart everything that he said.
I was beyond excited when I knew my parents were getting me the tickets. Up until the day of the concert, I could hardly sleep in anticipation. Now my two best friends and I were there, impatiently waiting for the show to start. We were the only ones backstage, only 10 feet or so from where the band would be. Away from the crowd and intimately close with the band. It was perfect.
After they came out, it was all a blur. We sung along to every song, danced with each other, and screamed our lungs off. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from him as he walked along the stage, working the crowd. He leaned down then, touching all of the crazed women desperately reaching out to him.
Just when I started to become a little jealous, my prayers were answered. He spun around, walking back into the middle of the stage and turning his attention elsewhere. Somehow we managed to catch his eye as he tore off his shirt. He looked straight at me and smiled, throwing his shirt to me so that it landed perfectly in my arms. I clutched it to my body, his scent filling my nostrils while I screamed for joy.
Looking back to him, his attention had already returned to the show. Now he was only in a tightly fitted white undershirt, looking even sexier than before as he sang to the crowd. I couldn’t wait to meet him.
***
Fast forward to after the show, and we were in line to meet the band. They still hadn’t shown up, and it had been about half an hour after the show. We all speculated as to what they were doing. Resting after the show, partying already, etc. The only thing I cared about was that they eventually show up. The show was one thing, but to actually come face to face, that was what I had been looking forward to all night.
Throughout the night I swear he kept looking back at me. It at least happened a few times for sure. And each time it was like he was right next to me. I could smell him, feel his warm body against mine, his smile sending me into a frenzy as I clenched his shirt between my palms.
I still held on to his shirt, with no intention of letting it go. His scent still lingered on the fabric while we waited, making it even more unbearable for me. I couldn’t help but play out different scenarios in my mind of how it would go. Worst case I would get a picture with him, our arms around each other, maybe share a little small talk. Best case he would take me back stage, show me around, and… well let’s just say I have a wild imagination.
I decided then and there that I was going to do everything in my power to seduce him. I wanted him and nothing else. He was a rockstar, an icon who many girls would kill for. He could be with any girl he wanted. But I didn’t care about that. Tonight he would be mine.
“There he is, Em!” Alyssa nudged at me, pointing to the side of the room. I watched as Blake led the band to the center of the room, behind the desk in front of the line of people waiting. Guards ushered them in, just in case any eager fan had any stupid ideas. Everyone went nuts, but I tried to keep my cool. He was too used to girls going crazy over him. I wanted to show him I was better than that.
My eyes never left him. He was my epitome of sexy. He was still in the same outfit as on stage: a tight t-shirt and jeans. A simple outfit, but still hot as hell. He had long stylish hair, a fit body, and a charming personality. Watching him walk into the room, he made everything brighter. It didn’t take long before he was joking around and making his fans blush. Every girl in this line was waiting to talk to him.
As he met with different groups, I watched him smile and laugh, signing autographs and taking pictures. Each time it happened I couldn’t help but be jealous of the one next to him. I know everyone was thinking the same, eager for their turn with Blake.
The other band members were cute too, but they were no Blake Evans! My friends knew they would have to defer to me since it was my birthday. That and I was a way bigger fan than them anyway. I’d let them come along, that was going to have to be enough. I had my own plans for Blake, and they weren’t a part of it.
While we slowly moved up the line, I noticed one thing: every group had their five minutes with the band, and then it was on to the next group. My sole mission was to extend that five minutes. How I was going to do it, I wasn’t sure yet. But that five minutes would be better as ten, or twenty, or rather the whole night. My sights were high, and I wasn’t stopping for anything.
Before I knew it, we stood in front of the desk as the last group was finishing up. They took one final picture and then the band returned. The first thing Blake noticed was me.
“Is that my shirt?” he asked, staring directly into my eyes.
I looked down at his sweaty shirt I was still holding in front of me with both hands, intending for him to sign it. I certainly wasn’t about to give it back. I looked back up to him, unable to function now that I was so close. His features never seemed so well defined before. It was just like the poster on my wall, but real. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but he was waiting for some sort of response.
“Yeah, it is!” I managed, my mind blank. I was nothing short of star struck. It had been way easier planning this moment out in my head than actually doing it. I hadn’t anticipated the way he would make me feel.
I looked to my friends on each side of me, and they were each similarly frozen, waiting for me to carry on the conversation. No one wanted to take the attention away from me.
Blake was still staring at me when I looked back. I opened my mouth, about to speak. I thought it was odd how he had waited for me, seemingly content to just observe me. Surely he would like to get to as many fans as possible. Here I was wasting his time.
“Could you sign it for me?” I asked, handing it forward.
Without looking away, he took it and smiled. “I can do more than that,” he said. “What’s your name?”
“Emily!” I
said, nearly fainting on the spot as all the blood in my body rushed to my face.
My legs were so weak that I found myself leaning on the table while he signed it. I looked to my friends, smiling the widest I ever had. I would have been screaming if I knew it wouldn’t embarrass me.
“So you girls were backstage? I thought you looked familiar,” he said, scanning us all with his eyes, yet still returning to me.
“Yeah, it was incredible. I’m a huge fan and I was blown away by the show. It’s my first time seeing you,” I said, one thing after the other, unsure of when to stop. I had too much to say to him.
“Thanks, it was a hell of a show for us too. I’m glad you could make it,” he said.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. It’s actually my birthday today,” I said, slipping in that information in the hopes it might help me get what I wanted.
“Wow, really? That’s awesome, happy birthday!” he said excitedly.
“I’d love to get a picture with you,” I said.
“Anything for the birthday girl,” he replied. “How about just one with you and me?” he asked, reading my mind.
I smiled in response, looking to my friends again. They were obviously jealous, but they would get their turn too. He got up and I walked behind the desk to him. My legs were still shaky and my heart was beating so hard I could hear it as one step at a time I grew closer to the man of my dreams.
He outstretched his arm for me to join him, as I slipped in between his grasp. His hand went firmly to the center of my back, and all of my nerves seemed to magically disappear. I stood effortlessly under his strength, a permanent smile on my face. He took out his phone and held it up as we both smiled for the camera. He took the first picture and then paused, looking down at me.
“We can do better than that, can’t we?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure what was wrong with the last picture, but I was happy to be in his arms as long as possible. I readied for the next picture unexpectedly as he held his phone up again. Before I had any time to react, he was kissing me on the cheek.
All the girls in line, along with my friends, went absolutely crazy. All of them were jealous of me, wishing the same could have happened to them. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and it all happened so fast. I could have freaked out just like everyone else, but with him right next to me I tried to keep my cool.
“Now I’ll just post that online,” he said, working his phone. “How’s that for a birthday present?” he asked, smiling down at me, still holding me in his arm.
“You-You’re amazing! This is my best birthday ever,” I said, completely flushed. If he hasn’t still been holding me, I would probably be on the ground.
“It’s not over yet, Emily. What are your plans for the rest of the night?”
Again he rendered me speechless. Did he want to do something with me? What was I supposed to say? This was what I wanted wasn’t it? He couldn’t possibly be asking that though. I felt lame saying I didn’t have plans, but it was the truth. And I didn’t want to act like I did and turn him away. This could be it.
“Plans? I don’t know, how could I possibly top this?”
He looked at me and smiled again, that sexy smile I was oh so familiar with.
“I’m sure we can figure something out,” he said.
“Are you serious?” I asked, unable to compute what was happening in my brain. Was everyone else hearing this too?
“Yeah, lets hang out. We’ve done enough meet and greet for tonight. We can take some more pictures with your friends and have some fun. How’s that sound?”
I looked to my friends and they were freaking out, nodding and smiling to me as I struggled with my words.
“I-Of course! I’d love to,” I said.
He nodded to the security guards. One of them ushered in my friends, who joined me, Blake, and the rest of the band behind the table. The other guard started notifying the line in front of us, telling them it was over. They all looked extremely disappointed. I didn’t have time to keep looking though, as we turned around and headed into another back room. As much as I would have hated it too, sympathy for all those other girls was the furthest thing from my mind. I was the lucky one. I was going to make the most of it.
I led my friends as I followed Blake and the band into the room. It was dimly lit, a bar on one side of the room and leather couches and chairs laid throughout the rest. Their music was playing and there were a few other groups of people already mingling in the room. I never learned who they were, and I didn’t really care. I was only focused on one thing.
My friends were giddy with excitement, shoving me and remarking how incredible it was that this was all happening. They couldn’t believe it and neither could I, but I tried to act the opposite. I smiled silently to myself, thinking about how this was it. I finally made it.
Blake stopped and led me forward, his hand returning to that welcome spot on my back. We sat down together on a loveseat as my friends joined the rest of the band on the couch. I couldn’t believe it, but he chose me. Out of all the girls at the concert, and even among my friends, he chose me. I was the one sitting next to Blake.
He immediately nodded to the bartender, a very attractive woman herself, who started pouring what looked like whiskey for Blake.
“What do you drink?” he asked me.
“A long island?” I asked.
“One long island as well, for the birthday girl,” he told the bartender.
After we got our drinks he got closer so that we were connected at the hip, his arm around me again. He made me feel comfortable despite being in such an unfamiliar environment. I eagerly took the opportunity to cozy up to him as well, putting my hand to his chest. After staring at him all night long, and admiring him my whole life, finally touching him felt so good. It was like the hundreds of dreams and fantasies I had already had, except now it was real.
As I fondled his chest, feeling his muscles underneath his shirt, we stared into each other’s eyes, our faces only inches apart. He was clearly satisfied that I was so cooperative. He was probably used to getting whatever he wanted as a rock star, and I didn’t intend to break that trend. How could I? This was a dream come true.
“So you’re my biggest fan, are you?” he asked sweetly, smiling sarcastically.
It made me feel a little dumb and I sheepishly smiled back, unable to help blushing again.
“I’m sure you hear it a lot. But I listen to all of your music religiously. You’re my favorite by far. I have a poster of you over my bed and everything,” I told him. I realized I was probably saying too much as he laughed. He’d surely heard it all before. I couldn’t hide my embarrassment, but he corrected me.
“No, I’m flattered. You know, it never gets old?”
“Really? Even after the hundredth time of hearing it?” I asked.
“Well even the hundredth time is a little different than the last. I appreciate everyone for who they are. Like you. You’re not just another girl to me, Emily,” he told me, kissing me on the cheek again.
“You don’t have to tell me that,” I said, knowing he was just being nice.
“I know I don’t. But it’s the truth. What do you think, I take girls backstage every night?”
“I don’t know,” I said, looking up to him unsure of what to say. I didn’t want to accuse him of lying to me. He looked serious though, and I believed him.
“I don’t let it get to my head like other guys in my position. Right when I saw you and threw my shirt to you, I was hoping you’d be here. I did all this because I sensed there was something special about you,” he said. “I know that every girl wishes that they were you right now. But none of them deserve it.”
I had no idea what to say to that, but I didn’t have to worry. That was when he leaned in and kissed me. Before I knew it was happening his lips were on mine, soft and sweet. His hand toyed at my side, going lower to feel my bare leg below my short shorts. It was like being struck by light
ning, my body flooding with desire all at once.
He pulled away briefly, but facing closer to me than before.
“You deserve it, Emily,” he said, lightly kissing me once more.
“Why?” I asked stupidly.
“I can just tell. You’re more like me than any of those other girls. This feels right,” he said, kissing me again. “Doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Blake,” I said in between our kisses, now more involved than before. I clenched my fist to his chest as he explored my body with his hands, getting me more and more worked up than ever.
“Want to go somewhere more private?” he asked me in between our deep kisses. I moaned in approval, nodding my head but incapable of pulling away to speak. I held his tongue in my mouth, addicted to the feeling. I wanted to just fuck him right here.
But we finally separated, and I remembered where we were. My friends were here. Had they been watching me and Blake this whole time? Or were they busy themselves? Before I could even look around, he took my hand and led me out of the room, into a hallway where we went into another room. It was similar to the room from before, only smaller. I could only assume it was his dressing room.
Before I could completely observe our surroundings he grabbed me at the waist and threw me to the leather couch in front of us, rendering me breathless as he towered above me. He wasted no time in pouncing onto me, our lips connecting yet again. I searched for his tongue that I craved, swirling my own around his and letting my hands explore him freely.
Now that we were in private I let myself go, my desire now unleashed. I had him all to myself and I could do whatever I wanted. Still I was somehow afraid he could change his mind at any minute. He was Blake fucking Evans, he could do whatever he wanted. So I let him take the lead.
He led by example, his hands going up my shirt to feel my sides and my back under his tough grip. We paused our kissing so that he could pull my shirt above my head, revealing my body to him. I looked on with messy hair, the furthest thing from my mind as I wildly gazed him in the eye, panting and desperate for more of him. He kissed me deep again before I started making my way up his shirt, removing it the same way.