An hour later they were done playing. That was when I started to get looks and heard whispers from girls. I saw Sheila from across the room pointing at me and laughing with other girls. I knew I couldn’t take much of this. I needed to get away.
Everyone went off to his or her separate cliques. I went backstage with, the press rep to let Lane know I was leaving. I couldn’t find him and I really didn’t feel the need to find Lane and tell him, but he found me anyway.
“Hey, there you are,” he said as he kissed my cheek.
“Hey,” I replied with very little enthusiasm. He gave me a weird look. I knew why immediately. It was because my vibe had changed. I was nervous and I had a vibe of expecting something bad to happen. This was not off to a good start.
“You all right?” he asked.
“Oh yeah, I think it’s just a headache. I was about to leave actually.”
“No don’t go yet. Stick around. I haven’t seen you. I just need to pack up my stuff then we can hang out or leave together?”
“Okay, I’ll stay.” I said. “But I’m going to stay back here until you’re ready.
“Cool,” he said as he walked away.
I watched him pack up his amps and guitar while one girl after another came up to him to swoon about how good they sounded. It was hard to watch. After a few minutes Ashton walked over to me with his guitar in his hand and said, “I’ve got to put this in my car. Do you want to walk with me?”
“Sure,” I said standing up from the couch.
“Good make yourself useful,” he winked and handed me a bag of cords.
I laughed, and then heard a voice say,
“Ashton, come dance with me?”
It was Sheila and she had grabbed Ashton’s hand and was leading him away from me. He gave me this look that said, “Save me.” He stopped her and said,
“Maybe later I have to put my gear in my car,” he said as he gracefully pulled away from her. She turned pouting at his refusal and gave me a dirty look. Then he came back to my side.
I tried to keep myself from smiling the biggest smile. I acted casually as he motioned with his head for me to follow him out.
We walked out of the show and into the parking lot. I handed him the cords as he put them in his backseat. Then he closed the door and leaned against the car. He looked at me and said, “So what’s going on? You’re not yourself.”
He caught me off guard. I didn’t know it was that noticeable. The way he asked me though was what really caught me. His voice was soft and sweet as though he was nurturing an injured animal. He had never talked to me that way before. I felt flushed and excited all at once. I finally just said, “No, I’m fine.”
Ashton wasn’t going to let me off that easy, “Come on Shannon just tell me.”
I sighed. I wanted to tell him badly. “No really I’m fine. Let’s just go back inside,”
“Actually I’m ready to leave. I was going to take this stuff back to the house. It’s not a good idea to leave it out here.”
“Oh, I see,” I said.
“Want to come with me?” he asked.
“Yeah, I can’t do that,” I replied.
“No?”
“Look I’m just feeling really worried that all of our friends know what we did. Do they know?”
He laughed, “Of course not. No one needs to know that stuff but me you and Lane.”
Just then Lane came out from the stage door.
“I was looking for you guys. Are we ready to go? Coming to our place?” he said to Ashton.
Ashton smiled and said, “Absolutely.”
We got in the car and drove back to our house. I was silent the whole way, which was very unusual for me. For the most part I usually talked and talked about everything.
I could feel Lane looking over at me. I pretended that I didn’t notice and stared straight ahead.
“I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with Shannon. So you don’t have to do this anymore. I just enjoy it and think it’s fun.”
“You do? I do too, it’s just that I feel guilty. I’m your girlfriend.”
“Yes, you’re mine and I’m secure in that. You are mine. This is just sex. It feels good.”
I smiled at him. I felt so much relief. “Okay, then I’m okay with it too.”
He laughed a little under his breath. I could tell that he was laughing at me and I felt stupid. We arrived at our house and he finished putting his things away and then asked, “Want to listen to some records?”
“Sure,” I answered.
A few minutes later Ashton arrived. He came up to me and kissed me directly. It was amazing. It was like I had two boyfriends. I was in awe of our little secret. He squeezed my ass. He looked at Lane who nodded at him. Ashton picked me up and carried me into the room. I looked at Lane.
“I’ll be in later,” he said.
I couldn’t believe it. They were going to take turns. Ashton placed me on the bed and I ripped off all my clothes. I was ready for this. He took of his clothes and his hair was still wet and sweaty from the performance. He grabbed a few of my boyfriend’s ties from the closet. He told me to lay spread eagle on the bed. I did as I was told. He tied my wrists and ankles to the bedpost. I wanted to have an orgasm right then and there. This was beyond hot. He climbed on top of me and fucked me hard. There was no foreplay he just went straight to it. He fucked me harder and faster pounding away at me until we both climaxed. Then he got up and left the room. A minute later my boyfriend came in. He moaned at the sight of me spread eagle on the bed. He massaged his cock. Then he tore off his clothes. He positioned himself on the bed between my legs. He pushed his cock inside me and then kissed me and said, “Is this okay? You are comfortable? I just want to make sure.”
“Yes. I like this a lot. Don’t worry I would speak up if I didn’t,” I laughed.
“Of course you would. I love you Shannon.”
“I love you Lane.”
Then he fucked me. First he did it slowly, and then harder and harder until I had another orgasm. I was so sensitive from my orgasm that when Lane moved his cock in me I had to tell him to stop just for a few seconds until I could handle it again because it felt ticklish.
From that day forward Ashton, Lane, and I were like a couple of animals. We fucked constantly. When they went on tour I went with them. It was harder to keep it a secret from everyone, but it was fun to sneak around. We fucked on the tour bus and in the hotel rooms. It was the most sexually exhilarating experience. It gave me confidence and made me feel like the sexiest woman on the face of the planet. It had taught me not to doubt myself, and it had taught me not to hide my feelings. Our bond was strong and unbreakable. From then on every time I watched the band play I felt secure with love in my heart, knowing that these two men were mine, and I was theirs.
THE END
Riding the Curves
CHAPTER ONE
I lived in a small country town in Northern California with a small population of two thousand people. Living here was not an easy thing to do. It was a town that was stuck in the past including the way society was seen. It made it a very hard place to live. The town was full of traditional conservative types of people that lived in sort of another decade as far as morals and values went. It made me long for an escape.
Old world values were still practiced in my town, and were never more evident in my life then when my evil stepfather forced me to marry a man I did not love. The man’s name was Michael Handley and he was an older gentleman. He was well off but not a millionaire by any means. He was a bit ruthless when it came to money and business and that’s pretty much all I knew about him when I married him. He would not let my stepfather, Beau Jax out of some sort of contract that I knew nothing about. I was to be the payment. I was paying the price for my stepfather’s problem, literally. My stepfather made it clear that I might as well marry for money because with my full figured body, I would not be marrying for love, because no man would have me. He considered me fat, which made
me hate him even more. I thought of myself as curvy and gorgeous just like the Marilyn Monroe body type. I even had the same type of short curly blonde hair and blue eyes that she had. If this was the 1950s my body would be considered perfect, but in modern times I was seen as a big woman. That notion didn’t do much for my self-esteem.
It all seemed absurd to me.
After my stepfather’s constant berating, over and over again, I agreed to marry the man against every feeling in my heart. My stepfather was constantly threatening me and he was a very menacing man and he scared me into this marriage. There was something dark and sinister about him that I could not place, but I did not want to find out. I was too scared to really go up against him. My mother was of no use, as she didn’t take my side at all. She thought that I should marry into money just like my father did. My real father and mother had been divorced for almost ten years. He had also recently remarried a very wealthy woman.
I faced my wedding like someone being sent to the gallows. We did not have a ceremony we just got married by the justice of the peace instead. I wore a white business suit and he wore a simple blazer and tie. It was more of a business contract than a wedding of love and affection. It was awful. Then I moved into my new husband Michael’s house. Although he had money, he was stingy with it. He didn’t splurge at all. He lived in a simple white house in the middle of cornfields that he owned and managed. It was on of his many businesses. I moved in and felt like I was in a prison. There was no love and no affection. It made me feel like less of a woman. I had been auctioned off into a marriage that I loathed. Things seem to be completely hopeless. That was until something happened that changed my miserable life forever. It all started with a trip where I met a gorgeous rugged motorcycle bad boy who ended up saving me in more ways than one. He was everything a girl could wish for. He was brave, strong, and sexy. He was confident and he was a billionaire. He was a dirty motorcycle bad boy. He was the most erotic man I had ever met in my life and I let him do things to me that I should not be doing as a married woman.
It all started after my wedding. It had been six weeks since my wedding and I was settled into my new house and my new boring and mundane routine with my new husband Michael. I received a call from my father who invited me to his new country estate outside of San Diego. I was more than happy to go just to get away from my new husband and my ever-watchful stepfather.
I brushed my curly blonde hair and wore a fitted black pantsuit that showed off my curvy hourglass figure. I wore my cobalt blue necklace that matched my blue eyes and packed my suitcase with the last remnants of things I needed. I kissed my husband goodbye with a fake affection that I had become accustomed too. Then I left.
I drove from the small town to downtown San Luis Obispo to the Sunset Station and jumped on the Amtrak train south along the coast to San Diego, California.
The beauty of the coastal train amazed me as it skimmed over the very edge of the coast of California. In some parts it even went over the ocean and you could spot dolphins and whales in the distance. It was the most beautiful thing to sit in the train car and see all this beauty. I ordered a coffee and sat at the table watching from the large glassed in car. Then I began to cry. There was so much more to the world that I had not experienced and I gave that up because of fear. Now I was married and in a sort of prison I longed to escape.
A few hours after taking in the stunning beauty of the California coast, the train pulled into the station in San Diego. When I arrived, my father, Bill was waiting for me with his new wife Almeda. “Lisa, it’s so good to see you daughter. I’m so glad you came. This is your new stepmother Almeda,” he said.
“Hello, nice to meet you,” I said extending my hand out to shake her hand. She pushed it aside and gave me a big hug. Her warmth surprised me, as I thought a filthy rich woman would be cold and mean. However, she was the opposite.
Soon we were in a luxury car driving to the vast Spanish style ranch just outside of San Diego. My father rattled on at all the things I should do while at the ranch like riding horses, swimming in the pond, and feeding the animals which included sheep and pigs. He was so enthusiastic I didn’t want to tell him that I was very scared of riding. I had only ridden a horse a few times in my life and I was not very good at it. I would keep that fact to myself because they were so excited about it.
We pulled down the long driveway that led up to the white adobe hacienda style massive house. I was shocked at the enormity of it. It was in a horseshoe pattern with a left and right wing and it was very elegant. The working ranch part of it was off the left of the house and it sprawled for miles.
“Do you like it?” my father asked.
“It’s absolutely lovely. Yes, I like it very much.”
“Great, I’ll show you around later,” my stepmother said.
Then a motorcycle buzzed past us, fast and reckless. I barely caught a glimpse of the guy straddling it. He had long dark curly hair just above his shoulders with a rolled bandana tied across his forehead. He wore dark tight clothes and aviator sunglasses. I was immediately intrigued. Who was that guy? I thought to myself. It didn’t bother my father or stepmother; they seemed to be use to it. They didn’t even mention him or the reckless driving of the motorcycle. We pulled in front of the door. A staff member came to the car as soon as we stopped the motor. They took my bags inside and I followed them in. The foyer was massive with high ceilings and a warm inviting environment. “If you want to freshen up or take a nap we understand. You must be tired from your trip,” my stepmother said.
“Actually a hot shower and a nap would be amazing. The train ride was long,” I said.
“Of course. Come down whenever you are ready dear and take all the time you need,” she said.
“Thank you.”
I followed the staff member who took my bags to my upstairs bedroom. As I walked I thought about what a contrast this life was to my one back in my hometown. I regretted not moving in with my father when he asked but I couldn’t leave my mother alone. Now, I wish I had left, but I didn’t know I would be forced to marry a man I did not love. I had only been on the ranch for a few minutes and was already treated with such love and warmth that it made me sad that this was not my life. I forced myself to push those thoughts out of my mind and walked into my room.
The room was gorgeous with plush blue and white striped furnishings and some rustic charm that reminded me I was indeed on a ranch. I looked out the window at the stables and corrals in the distance near the barn and stables. There were riders on horses and men working on fences. It was like something out of an old western movie. I locked the bedroom door and walked into the adjoining bathroom suite. There was a large claw foot tub that just begged to be used. I immediately started running the hot water and got ready for a good soak. While the tub filled I smelled the variety of oils and bath ointments on the counter and picked a peppermint and lavender combination and poured it into the tub. I walked back into the bedroom and saw a silver tray with a glass dome over it. Under the glass was a welcoming trey of food which including breads, fruit, cheeses, and sparkling water. I was hungry and began to sample the foods. Then I picked it up and placed it tub side where I could snack from my soak. In no time the bath was ready. I undressed and dipped my travel-tired body into the water. It was immediate relief. I rested and ate strawberries. A half hour later I emerged from my room feeling refreshed and clean. I descended the massive stairs and searched the house for my father and stepmother. The place was a maze and I finally had to ask a passing staff member where I could find them. They led me to the outside patio where they were about to eat a delicious lunch.
“Lisa! How do you feel?” she asked.
“Better, thank you.”
I sat down and was immediately served steak and eggs with flour tortillas and avocado. It was the best gourmet steak and eggs I had ever had.
After lunch they walked me around the massive house to show me around.
There were tennis courts, a swimming p
ool, and an indoor gym. There was a massive library and den as well as a billiard room. Basically, it was like a resort. It was exactly what I thought a millionaire lifestyle would be like.
“So shall we go riding?” my father asked.
“Okay,” I said with uncertainty. “I’ll just throw some jeans on.”
I went back up to my room and changed out of my dress into jeans and a tank top. I liked fitted clothes. Most big women wore loose clothes to hide their shape; I however thought fitted clothes looked better than baggy clothes. I made my way outside and we walked to the stables.
Soon I was trying to keep my balance on a skittish horse as we rode across the ranch and through the trails of the wooded areas. Then out of nowhere the horse bolted!
I screamed as I hung onto the reins tighter and tighter. I heard a voice in the distance yell, “Pull on the reins!”
But I couldn’t. I was too scared. Soon there was a horse galloping beside me. A hand reached out and grabbed the reins and brought my horse to a stop.
“Whoa! Whoa!” he yelled.
I was in a panic and frantic state as I yelled out.
I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and lift me off the horse like I was as light at as a feather. I didn’t know what was going on. Then the horse I was on bolted again. However I was now sitting safely on another horse with strong arms wrapped around me. I looked up at my rescuer into dark brown eyes, brown long curly hair, and a dark shadow of a beard. He was gorgeous. I felt lust at first sight. I didn’t realize that I was holding my breath or exactly how frightened I was because soon everything went black. I fainted.
Then I was lying in my bed naked in my room. I still felt the strong arms around my waist pulling me close to him. I sighed and moaned as his hold went from my waist and his hands ran over my curves. His hand moved down over my thick thighs and I gasped at his bold touch. He was a stranger. He was a stranger that rescued me, but he was still a stranger. I reached up and ran my fingers through his curls. He moved my hand from his curls to his lips as he kissed it delicately. Then I felt his cock enter me. I arched up to let my hips meet against him and let him go deeper and deeper. Then he was pounding me harder and harder; I was on the brink of orgasm then…
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