by Lindsey May
Some of the pent up energy I had built up since Blake had gone, but it was definitely no substitute for the real thing. Despite my powerful imagination, Brandon���s cock was not nearly as good as Blake���s. He just didn���t know what he was doing, or didn’t care enough to do me right.
I got off, but it was quick and meaningless. With Blake it felt like something was there. A spark between us. Real chemistry. I couldn���t wait until he would come back into my life. He just had to, because I knew what we had that night was real.
As soon as I exited the bathroom, my prayers were answered. One of my friends spotted me and pulled me outside, away from the loud music and obnoxious people. Even though I had just been thinking of Blake, I didn���t even see it coming. I thought for sure they had seen me go up with Brandon and wanted to gossip about him. I could care less, and was annoyed that they were going to bother me about it. I already was over it.
���Emily, you���re not going to believe this!��� Alyssa said, stopping in the front lawn of the house next to my other friend. She had my phone and she held it up to my face. Both of their smiles were wide and I was still oblivious. I looked closer and almost fainted, only able to read the words, ���Hey, it���s Blake.���
I screamed so loud I���m sure everyone in that party heard me, even over the blaring music and all of the talking inside. Blake got me to scream louder than Brandon and he didn���t even have to be here. A couple people stared through the windows, wondering what was going on and laughing at how silly I must have looked. I didn���t care though. I had just won the lottery. My dream was real; Blake really did want me.
After I got over the fact that he had finally texted me, celebrating with my friends and making everyone else think I was crazy, I returned to my phone. It took awhile to even comprehend more than those first three words. Those were the words I had been waiting for ever since I left him that night on my birthday. But now I needed the details if I was going to reunite with the man of my dreams.
Through my hands shaking and my friends egging me on to read his text, I managed to ascertain that he was in town again, for another show. He was on tour, and wanted to know if I wanted to meet up.
���What are you going to say?��� my friend asked. My answer seemed obvious. Of course it was yes. How could I deny him? He couldn���t honestly believe that I had gotten over him so quickly.
But then another part of me thought more carefully. Did I really want to be his hookup every time he strolled my way? Meanwhile on the rest of his tour, is he going to be screwing everything that moves? Does he have more girls like me, a friends with benefits for each city on the tour?
Throughout all my doubts and worries, one thing kept coming back to me. It���s Blake Evans! Don���t be silly! I couldn���t pass him up the first time, how could I deny him now? I knew no man would ever live up to him, and here he was, willing to give me more of his time.
Millions of girls would kill to be in my position. Most rock stars just pick up and leave right after, but not Blake. He wanted me again. Maybe I wasn’t just another girl on the road.
I figured I should be on my guard, but obviously I was going to do it. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I was getting it for the second time. I started trying to formulate a response while I smiled at my good fortune.
���I don���t know. I guess I���ll see what he wants to do,��� I said, playing it cool with my friends. They had heard enough, I thought. They don���t need to know every detail of my relationship with Blake.
Typing my text, I kept wanting to say, ���I missed you,��� but I know that sounded way too clingy. It was true though, and I couldn���t get the thought out of my mind.
At the end of much deliberation, I texted him a rather cold, safe response.
���Hey Blake! I���m free, what did you have in mind?���
Somehow I got to worrying that he could stop texting back at any moment. Maybe he wanted me to be more forward. I didn’t want to disappoint him.
I impatiently waited, unable to peel my eyes away. It couldn���t have been much longer than a minute before I felt my phone vibrate in my hands, the screen lighting up to signal a new text message. I nearly jumped, expectant yet still surprised. He must be eager to see me with such a quick response, I thought.
Immediately I opened it, anxious to see what he would say. Did he just want me to meet him at his place and use me for my body? Or would he take me out and treat me to the rockstar lifestyle. I didn���t even know which one I wanted at this point, both sounding appealing as long I was with him.
���I have another show tomorrow. Come by and I���ll have them let you backstage,��� the message read.
With such an ambiguous response, I still didn���t know what to think. He didn���t seem very enthused about me coming, but at the same time he was getting me into his concert for free again. Just that fact alone was enough to make me giddy with excitement. But I knew my visit would entail more than just watching him sing.
I wished I could have gotten a better read on how he felt about me, but it was impossible over text message. There was nothing I could say that wouldn’t sound needy. Perhaps he felt the same way? I wouldn’t find out until I met up with him.
I showed up about an hour before the concert. Sure enough, I gave them my name and they let me right in. I wasn’t even on a list, they just knew, like he had told them specifically about just me. I was flattered, and I felt important, moving ahead of seas of people to get backstage, all because of Blake. I’m sure everyone watched me and wondered, “Who is she? Why does she get to go backstage?”
Once I was backstage, it took awhile to find Blake. A lot of people were back there, even more than last time. Eventually he found me.
���There you are! I wasn���t sure you���d come,��� he said. He looked just as sexy as ever, in a nice shirt and some skinny jeans that hugged his features perfectly. That and his amazing hair. I wanted to just reach up on my tip toes and run my fingers through it now.
���Of course I did!��� I said, smiling. I could only hope that I was as impressive to him as he was to me. I spent nearly 2 hours getting ready for him, looking in the mirror thrice over before I left. He seemed to like it, but it was hard to tell.
“Come with me,” he said, putting his arm around me. “Do you want something to drink?”
“Sure,” I said, getting something small.
I loved the way he put his arm around me. Like he owned me. Like I was his girlfriend. I was surprised that no one even took notice. It was as if I had been around him all the time.
“Let’s go somewhere more private, so we can talk,” he said. I liked the sound of that, and followed him into his dressing room.
“I’m really glad you came Emily,” he said, sitting down with me on the couch. “I wanted to say more before but it just felt awkward over text, you know?”
“Yeah, me too!” I said, hearing exactly what I had hoped.
“I still haven’t forgotten about that night, on your birthday,” he told me.
“I think about it all the time,” I said, throwing caution to the wind.
“There was just something about you, I had to see you again.”
“I couldn’t wait to come! I was ecstatic that you invited me!” I said, making him smile.
“So, there’s something I wanted to ask you, Emily,” he said.
“Okay,” I said, waiting for him to say more.
“It’s a little weird, but if you say no that’s fine! I’d just rather be straightforward,” he said.
“Just ask me, Blake,” I assured him, extremely curious of what he was about to say. In the moment I really had no idea what was coming.
���Will you be my girlfriend?��� he asked.
I was taken aback. I never expected the words to come out of his mou
th. So simple, yet they told me all I needed to know. I would’ve thought it was all a joke, but everything about the way he said it told me that was a silly assumption. This was real.
I was speechless, but when the words finally worked their way out of my mouth, it was unquestionably a yes. I threw my arms around him, squeezing him tight as if to prevent him from escaping me.
He looked at me in the eyes and smiled, kissing me to seal the deal. I could barely comprehend what was happening. All I knew now was the taste of his lips and the feeling of his hand running up my bare leg. My own hand was pressed against his chest, my fingertips pressing slightly on the muscles underneath.
I half expected him to take me, here and now, completely forgetting that he had a concert to prepare for. It’s hard to believe I prevented myself from compulsively ripping off his clothes I wanted him so badly.
“You make me want to cancel the show,” he said, kissing me again and again, unable to quit.
“Oh yeah,” I said, biting his lip and sliding my hand down his chest to the bulge in his pants that I knew would be there.
“Maybe you should,” I said, lightly pressing against his cock while our tongues swirled together.
“That’s not very nice!” he complained in between kisses.
“Hey, I’m ready when you are!” I said, and we continued to kiss.
“Okay, okay, I have to go,” he said, finally breaking it off and standing up. I could still see his cock poking through his jeans and I couldn’t help but smirk.
“I’ll be back to deal with you later,” he said, and he started walking out of the room. “Oh, and if you need anything, just ask someone. They will know who you are.”
I sat back in awe, thinking about everything that just happened, eager for the show and what come after. I left the room after awhile so that I could get settled in and watch him perform.
Even though I had only been Blake’s girlfriend for a total of 15 minutes, I already felt the privilege of dating a rockstar. It felt amazing. Everyone was helpful to me, and I didn’t even need to explain myself most of the time. They already recognized me and everything.
Of course the show was great too, and I enjoyed it. But I was impatient for what was to come. Blake was out here entertaining thousands, but I wanted him all to myself.
Finally that moment arrived. He came backstage hot and sweaty, running towards me, kissing me on the lips, lifting me up at the waist and carrying me away. His natural scent filled my nostrils as I nestled my face to his. After a night on the stage he couldn���t wait to have me.
���Through all the faces in the crowd, I couldn���t stop thinking of yours,��� he told me, laying me down on the bed, in his dressing room. It was reminiscent of the last time, a similar room but really an entirely different venue. It was exciting being his girlfriend, being brought out on stage for everyone to see. I was famous now. But none of that mattered in comparison to what was coming. Blake is what I desired most.
He kissed my neck while taking off his shirt and then my own shortly thereafter. Goosebumps gathered at my skin as the hairs on my arms stood on end, his wet mouth electric on my skin. Running my hands through his long, stylish hair I knew that this would never grow old.
I noticed myself grow wet as his kisses went lower and lower, tracing the line of my bra as he massaged my cleavage with his tongue. Smoothly his hands appeared behind me, unlatching my bra and going right to my sensitive nipples. I pressed his face down to bury him in my chest while he sucked me dry, the tenseness only growing in my body. My toes curled and my back arched, my anticipation mounting with every second that went by.
“Oh, just fuck me, Blake,” I moaned, wanting him now more than ever. I loved the way he kissed me, and it turned me on incredibly, but now I only wanted him inside me. It had been too long.
In response he sucked hard on my ribs, enough so that it was sure to give me a hickey later. Then he soothed the area, taking off my shorts and panties in the meantime. Then I watched him take off his own pants, his amazing legs revealed along with that familiar bulge in his boxer briefs.
As his cock popped out I gasped, thinking it was even larger than I remembered. My sex tingled for him, craving him to enter me once more. Looking at me lying on his bed naked, ready and wet for him, he couldn’t resist. He stopped the foreplay and gave me what I wanted, hopping on top of me and centering his cock to my folds.
“Oh, yes, Blake!” I screamed, grabbing for his ass, feeling it flex as he slowly pushed inside me. I was so wet that it was no problem, even for his massive member. It slipped in me with ease, making me full again. There was no other feeling like this in the world, I thought, as he reached farther and farther.
Finally he had packed me full, holding me there on the bed, completely enveloping me in his arms as my walls enveloped him.
“There’s no other girl like you, Em,” he said, starting to pump within me, short and slow. His cock rubbed against my pleasure spot perfectly, each movement he made sending a new burst of energy through my body.
“There’s no other guy like you,” I said, looking into his eyes. We held eye contact as he made love to me, slowly building up his strokes until he was sensually removing most of his cock and then filling me back up all at once.
“I love you, Em,” he said, never breaking eye contact while he continued to please me.
I tried to say, “I love you,” back, but he had sent me over the edge. It barely came out as my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I was breathless in ecstasy. I held onto him for dear life as my whole body shook, my orgasm extended as he continued, not stopping until he knew I was satisfied.
As I regained my senses, I realized he had slowed down his pace, filling me again and just barely moving his cock within my walls. He knew exactly what to do with me, somehow doing everything perfectly while keeping me guessing.
“You didn’t cum,” I said looking up at him.
“Do you want me to,” he asked, still moving slightly inside of me. I knew his cock was still begging for more of me.
“Yes, Blake! Cum inside me!” I moaned, squeezing him tight with my arms on his back and my legs around his, locking him in.
My words enticed him. He pace sped back up, his cock slamming in and out of me now with more force than ever. Even though he was getting himself off now, it still managed to feel amazing.
He grabbed my hair at the roots and held my head down to the bed as his hips angled down into me. I grabbed his ass again, feeling it flex in and out while he pumped away. I lifted my hand up and then slammed it down, a loud smack filling the air.
“Fuck me, Blake! Fuck me harder!” I yelled, slapping his ass a few more times. He filled me with more force now, really slamming inside me like a jackhammer. Even though I was trying to get him off, I felt that same feeling of ecstasy returning again as Blake dominated me.
“Oh fuck!” I moaned, turning over, unable to continue my encouragement. Still his moans grew louder as well, the fact that he was making me feel so good ending up doing the same for him.
I ran my fingers through his smooth hair as he fucked me, never slowing down or easing up. I could tell that he was holding back as long as he could, making his orgasm as powerful as possible before releasing into me.
“Oh God, Em, I’m going to cum!” he yelled, unable to resist any longer.
“Yes Blake, yes! Cum inside me now!” I told him, completely breathless, my eyes closed and back on the edge, just waiting for his load to fill my walls.
With one last push, his cock all the way to the end of me, his hot fluid shot out powerfully, one stream at a time. It seemed like it went on forever, the heat pouring into my pussy and spreading throughout my whole body. I had him locked in again with my legs, making sure I got every last drop of his cum.
We were both breathless, his cock now growing soft within me. We looked at each other again and smiled. He kissed me then, deep and passionately, while we lay there connected and content.
Eventually I eased my grip on him, and he rolled off of me, to the other side of the bed. I turned to him, placing my arm on his chest and my head on his shoulder. We just lay like that for awhile, thoughtless.
“So tomorrow I get back on the bus,” he said, breaking the silence.
I knew this conversation was coming. He was on tour, and so he would have to leave soon. He probably couldn’t come back for awhile. Ever since he had asked me to be his girlfriend, this thought had entered my mind, but until now I had pushed it away, choosing to enjoy the evening rather than worry about the future.
“Yeah, I know,” I said, a bit sad. I wasn’t really sure what I could do. I knew there was no way to stop him. Still, I’d rather have him on tour than not have him at all.
“It’s going to be a long time before I’m back in this area,” he told me, saying what I already knew.
“I know, Blake. It’s okay,” I said.
“Really? You’re fine with that?” he asked, somewhat surprised.
“Yeah, I mean it’s your job, your life. It’s why I love you so much! It sucks that I won’t see you, but I know you’ll be back eventually.”
I wish I was more selfish than that, but I knew it was true. How could I expect to be with a rockstar if I didn’t want him to go on tour?
“Damn, you really are amazing Em. Most girls would not be so chill about this,” he said.
“Well you already know I’m not most girls,” I said, turning to smile at him. He knew just what to say to make me happy.
“The thing is though, I was going to ask you…,” he started.
“What?” I asked.
“How would you like to go on tour with me?” he asked.
I took me awhile to even comprehend what he was saying. And then it hit me. A huge smile hit my face, and that was yes enough. Rather than say anything, I leaned forward to kiss him, happier now than I had ever been.