by Lindsey May
My Rockstar Crush Part 2: Backstage Again
By Lindsey May
Copyright 2014 Lindsey May
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This story 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
Backstage Again
More from Lindsey May
About the Author
It had been exactly 3 months since I had hooked up with the rockstar Blake Evans. I knew because I never stopped thinking about it.
For the first month I constantly checked my phone, waiting for him to call me, text me, anything. Every time I looked at my phone I silently prayed for a message from him.
I couldn’t resist, even though deep down I knew it might be hopeless.
My friends even had to start taking my phone away from me when we went out, or I would be distracted by it all night. At first I begged for them to give it back, or at least check it once for me. Nothing worked though, as they knew obliging me wasn’t going to help.
Eventually I just let it go. I was used to them taking it, and I knew I’d always get it back at the end of the night anyway. Blake would wait a few hours for me. At least I think he would.
Tonight was another one of those nights. We were at a house party, and to take my mind off of Blake my friends had introduced me with a cute guy named Brandon. Apparently he had seen me around before and had a little bit of a crush.
When we showed up they pointed him out. I had to admit he was pretty damn good looking. And he seemed like a charismatic guy, as I watched him talking and laughing with another group of people.
Even though I liked what I saw, I tried to back out at first. But my friends were having none of that. They were trying to convince me at all costs. They knew the chances of me seeing Blake again was slim to none. If nothing else then to get them to stop nagging me, I agreed to go talk to him.
My friends and I slowly moved towards that side of the room, until I was only a few feet away and could easily make eye contact. After catching his eyes a few times, he came over to us.
“Hey, Alyssa,” he said to my friend. He didn’t actually know me yet, but they were acquainted somehow.
“Hey, Brandon, how’s it going?” she said back.
After exchanging a little small talk, she introduced us. He said he had seen me around campus a lot, to which I had been kind of surprised. It was weird that I never noticed such a hot guy cross my path so often.
Up close he was even more attractive. His jaw line was strong, his beard clean, and he had the most gorgeous smile. I nearly melted every time he showed me those pearly whites. He was tall, so that I had to look up to him, and he had an athletic build. We talked there for awhile, learning things about each other that really didn’t matter. At that point we both had one thing on our minds.
We started flirting a little when I noticed that my friends had disappeared. It was just me and Brandon, the distance between us growing smaller and smaller as our conversation grew more intimate.
We were practically touching now, the party so loud around us that he had to lean close to my face to talk. I could just kiss him now, I thought, but I waited for him to make the move.
I hadn’t had sex since Blake, I thought, as I felt myself grow wet down low as he grabbed my shoulder. We looked each other deep in the eyes, smiling as we got closer. We kissed, and then kissed again, unaware of our surroundings. In a loud party full of people, I was completely focused on him.
After we made out for longer than I probably would like to in front of a crowd of people, he asked me to come upstairs with him. I grabbed his side and agreed, knowing exactly what he had in mind.
Taking my hand, he led me upstairs to his room, and I didn’t look back once. My phone was the furthest thing from my mind. It had been so long since Blake, so long since I had sex, I didn’t care anymore. I was horny and I needed to satisfy my desires. I was beyond excited to have a cock inside me once again. I needed it, I thought, running up the stairs, no other thought in my mind.
It all happened so quickly and now it remains just a blur. We sat on the bed, and he confidently held me and kissed me without hesitation. His hands went where they wanted and I had no problem with that. The pressure of his hands to my body, then to my soft breasts, turned me on further. Once he slipped his hand up my shirt and started feeling me I couldn’t take it any longer.
We both started ripping off our clothes until we were completely naked. He was no Blake Evans, but I wasn’t worried about that right now. He was strong and sexy, and I wanted him to fuck me. Then I had an idea.
“Turn the lights off,” I said, explaining that the light was in my eyes.
He obliged and then joined me on the bed, kissing me again before laying me down. He got on top of me and his cock effortlessly slipped in, my pussy soaking wet in anticipation.
As my walls hugged him and he pumped away, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Blake on top of me, making love to me again. I grabbed at his back, digging my nails in as he kissed my neck. His strong thrusts bore into me, again and again, his grunting growing louder and louder.
My legs started to shake and my own moans rivaled his. I almost yelled out Blake’s name as I came, at the last second holding it back, realizing it was someone else. Brandon. It was Brandon, not Blake.
He finished shortly thereafter, and I got out of there, quickly getting dressed and to the bathroom to clean up. I looked at myself in the mirror, satisfied and proud. A lot of girls would kill to have sex with a guy like Brandon. Even more with a guy like Blake. I was good enough that I got both.
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. I
t 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 mouth. 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.