Accidental Groupie: A Sweet Lesbian Romance

by Mia Archer

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Alice asked.

  “Do you have backstage passes?” he asked.

  That brought both of us up short. We didn’t even have passes to get into the concert, let alone backstage passes. We’d been rushed through the arena with Jake watching us closely and presumably our passes were still waiting for us back at the will-call booth with a horde of crazed fan girls surrounding it patrolling for any sign that we were coming back. Not that there was a chance I was going to try and go back to that booth and get those tickets now.

  “You’re not serious? You know who I am, right? I’m Jessica!”

  “Sure you are. Lots of girls have been Jessica since that song came out,” he said.

  “But I am Jessica! Jake, tell him I’m Jessica!”

  Only when I turned around Jake was nowhere to be found. Somehow he’d melted into the crowd without me realizing it. The guy must have catlike reflexes, though again I don’t know why I was surprised that he was light on his feet given the performance he’d pulled out in front of the arena when he lifted me like I was a sack of potatoes and did a dead run with me and Alice safely tucked under his arms.

  I just really wish he’d stuck around for at least a minute to let this guy know who we were. As it was it was seriously starting to look like we were running through the same song and dance as last time, only this time around there was no Ivy around to pull us backstage considering I could still hear her singing onstage. Not to mention that even though the girls around us in the front row had been supportive, I couldn’t help but feel that there was a chance of us running into more crazies the longer we stayed out in the open like this. I felt an itch between my shoulder blades, almost as though someone was going to do their best to land a punch or a knife there.

  I turned back to the guy and blinked. He was grinning. And he’d stepped aside and was motioning for us to go.

  “I’m just fucking with you,” he said. “Of course I’m going to remember anyone Ivy wants backstage. Nice seeing you again Jessica.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief I didn’t even know I’d been holding in. I wanted to smack the guy, but at the same time I was so happy at being let in that I also wanted to jump up and hug him. It was a conflicting set of desires that were warring inside me, and so I decided to split the difference and just smiled at him as I made my way backstage.

  “I thought he really wasn’t going to let us in for a minute there,” Alice said.

  “Oh I don’t think there’s any worry of that, love,” a voice said from behind us.

  I felt a chill, but not for long. That was a male voice. Not Ivy.

  And from the way Alice’s face lit up she’d realized that voice was for her. We both turned at the same time and there was Gareth, guitar still slung over his shoulder, walking towards us with a smile on his face. A pretty damn huge smile.

  Of course he’d be happy to see Alice, though. He didn’t get the big moment on the stage pulling her up like I’d gotten with Ivy, though he had been making eyes at her all night long.

  Alice didn’t waste a moment, either. She sprinted the short distance between the two of them and jumped into Gareth’s arms, wrapping her legs around her and pressing her lips against his. Odd that he was back here. I thought I could still hear the band playing out on stage.

  Alice came up for air a moment later. They stared at each other with something approaching what I imagined Ivy and I looked like at the beginning of our romance, and I found myself wondering if Alice might not be able to tame the infamous guitarist of Sleepwalker after years of being a happy bachelor.

  I didn’t even hold a grudge against him for that text message. He probably didn’t even know what he was doing, or that I would see it. He was probably just doing business as usual behind the scenes with Sleepwalker, and it’s not like I could hold that against him.

  Of course not holding a grudge against him didn’t make things less awkward between us. He turned to me and that smile faltered just a bit. He put Alice down and then he was walking towards me with his arms outstretched.

  I felt a moment of panic as I wondered what the hell he was up to. Why was he reaching out like he was going to try and hug me? Alice was the girl for him in this friendship duo. I wasn’t even into dudes. I had nothing on offer for him, and yet he was walking towards me.

  He wrapped me in a hug and I found myself being spun around in a most disorienting way. When he put me down he was smiling again, but he was still looking at me as though he expected me to smack him or something. Weird.

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  I blinked. “You’re sorry? What are you talking about?”

  “That text. I nearly screwed things up and, well best not to dwell in the past, but I am sorry.”

  This time I wrapped him in a hug. Talk about a surprise getting an apology like that, but I’d take it.

  “Apology accepted, but it wasn’t needed.”

  “You might not need it, but I did,” he said. “Particularly since it seems we’re going to be seeing a whole lot more of you around here soon!”

  I didn’t know what he was talking about, but that made me feel good. It had the sense of something he’d already talked over with Ivy. I thought back to the offer she made in the hotel right before things really went to hell, and found myself hoping against hope that an offer like that might be on the table again.

  “Well that was something to see,” a voice said from behind me.

  This time I did feel goose bumps. I felt fire running from the top of my head where my hair was standing on end down to the tips of my toes that were curling in a sympathetic memory to the way they’d curled when the owner of that voice was on top of me in the back of a tour bus, in a hotel room, filling me with an indescribable pleasure that went so far beyond anything I’d experienced with a woman before in my life that there really was no way of classifying it. I closed my eyes and let the sound of that voice wash over me. A voice I’d hated and loved depending on the moment and my mood over the past two months.

  A voice that I desperately wanted to hear again. A voice that filled me with the most incredibly naughty thoughts as I slowly turned around and saw her standing there. No guitar slung over her shoulder, but she still looked every inch the rock goddess regardless. That tight body. The confident way she held herself. That cocky smile on her face.

  Yum.

  “What are you talking about, Ms. Sexy Rock Star?”

  “Oh just you getting so chummy with the lead guitarist for Sleepwalker. Seems a little odd for someone who supposedly hates the band.”

  I moved closer to her. Closer. So close that she was leaning in as though she expected me to move in for a kiss or something, but I had other plans. I waited until she was almost on top of me and then I put my finger up to my lips in a shushing motion. She blinked and the confusion was plain on her face.

  “Shh, don’t tell anyone. I wouldn’t want it to get out that Sleepwalker’s number one hater just became their number one fan.”

  Ivy cocked an eyebrow at that. “Number one fan, huh? How’d we manage to pull that off?”

  This time I did lean in close to her. Wrapped my arms around her and once more I was luxuriating in the feel of her body against mine. Enjoying how fucking incredible she felt.

  “Well let’s just say that the lead singer decided to do a little up close and personal persuading to change my mind.”

  “Really now? That’s interesting. Maybe she should try that approach with more girls who hate her music…”

  “Shut up,” I said.

  I leaned in and kissed her, losing myself in the feeling of our bodies pressed together. When I came up for air we were both smiling like a couple of kids discovering love for the first time. “Besides, I hear that girl’s wild and crazy days are behind her.”

  “Definitely, I hear she fell in love with one incredible girl.”

  What could I say to that? Nothing came to mind, so I settled with pulling her into another
thorough kiss. One of many kisses we’d share throughout the rest of our lives. Pretty good for an accidental groupie, huh?

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  I didn’t intend to start the day questioning my sexuality, but the girl I saw hopping onto the elevator certainly brought my professed heterosexuality into question!

  To say she was stunning would be the understatement of the century. Of the millennium. I knew, objectively, that there were beautiful girls in the world. And that was how I’d always thought of pretty girls when I looked at them. Objectively. It was always in a “oh wouldn’t it be nice to look as good as her” mix of admiration and envy. It was never with the sort of eyes that sent a bolt of fire running straight down to the core of my being and made me seriously reconsider everything I’d ever thought about the way the world worked and which way my sexuality leaned.

  I mean sure there was the occasional experiment back in college, but who didn’t do that? Experiments were just that: experiments. Not the foundation of a relationship.

  But damn. Looking at this girl with her perfect face. Brown hair that spilled down past her shoulders. The sort of body that would make a goddess sit up and take notice. Looking at her was making me want to lay one hell of a foundation, if you catch my drift.

  I shook my head. What was I thinking? This was just some random pretty girl making her way through the lobby at my building. It’s not like anything was going to happen. It’s not like I was going to go up and chitchat with the girl or try to get her phone number or anything.

  Still, it was nice to dream. Even if it was only for a moment.

  Then she disappeared behind an elevator and I was brought back to the boring mundane reality of my existence. People in suits and business appropriate dresses making their way through the lobby to take the elevator to whatever floor they slaved away on at Zeidner Corp. I was up on seven which was pretty low on the totem pole.

  And I’d just missed an elevator because I was so busy staring at that pretty young thing who didn’t look like she could even be out of college let alone working here. When I was already running late. I sighed. Christine was not going to be happy.

  “Damn it Nicole,” I muttered to myself as I jabbed at the up button on the elevator with perhaps a little more force than was strictly necessary. “Are you never going to get it together?”

  A lady standing next to me gave me a funny look, but I ignored it. I didn’t recognize her and it was a big company filling an entire damn skyscraper, so it’s not like she was an immediate concern. No, my immediate concern was being at my cubicle by 7:45am on the dot because, as Christine was so fond of saying to the people she was berating in the morning, “on time is late.” Never mind that the business day wasn’t supposed to start until promptly at eight. What was a little wage theft when they were getting around those pesky laws by making everyone salaried?

  I sighed again as the elevator opened to take me up to my own personal daily hell. This definitely wasn’t how I’d imagined life going when I graduated and got a job here five years ago.

  The doors swished open on our floor and I quickly made my way to my cubicle. Mercifully Christine’s office was obviously dark. It wasn’t unusual for her to show up anywhere from fifteen minutes to a half hour late, she definitely didn’t hold herself to the same punctual standards that she expected of her employees, but it also wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to show up early just so she could get in some yelling before the work day had actually started.

  Either way it looked like I was going to be safe sliding into my chair and powering up my computer. The elevator dinged and I resisted the urge to prairie dog out of my cubicle and see who was coming through. The clicking of heels was more than enough to let me know exactly who it was. I stared with a quite slow-moving panic rising inside me as the ancient computer, nothing but the oldest and cheapest for our department, booted up at a speed that would make a glacier seem positively speedy in comparison.

  Finally it booted up and I hit my password and even managed to pull up a spreadsheet before the clicking stopped at my cubicle. I turned around with the biggest smile I could muster on my face, though it was difficult when I got a good look at Christine and her usual morning expression carrying her usual morning cup of coffee that she refilled religiously, making her office smell like a cut-rate coffee house thanks to her bad breath. She had a scowl in her eyes and her lips were puckered up looking like a cat’s asshole.

  Not a good look, but then again there really was no such thing as a “good look” when it came to Christine.

  “At least you can make it in on time,” she said finally after inspecting my cubicle. I knew exactly what she was doing. Looking for anything that she could use to rain down terror. Sometimes I left some paperwork out overnight just to give her something to yell about, it was a quiet form of protest that wasn’t likely to provoke the sort of reaction that being late would, but I hadn’t had time this morning since I was already running late because I was mooning over some hot young thing who was probably a good five years younger than me anyways if she was still in college.

  “Good morning Christine, good to see you too,” I said.

  Her scowl deepened, but it’s not like she could do anything about it. Everything I said had been perfectly delivered in a pleasant and cheery tone. Never mind that in my head I was thinking how that phrase meant “go fuck yourself Christine, and I hope you get fired.”

  Finally she finished her inspection of my cube and she was moving along. No doubt taking stock of exactly who was already in and who was running a little tardy. If the tardy ones were lucky they’d just get a stern email threatening them. If they were unlucky and Christine was feeling particularly salty this morning then they’d get called into her office to get chewed out which was never a particularly fun experience. I was just glad I’d avoided it for one day.

  No, instead I could get directly to work. I fired up the corporate logging software that made sure all our work was accounted for and started pushing numbers around. The facts and figures that made the world go ‘round at ZeidnerCorp weren’t going to generate themselves, and God help us if we didn’t get work done in a timely mann
er.

  A message popped up in the window. I smiled when I saw it was from Amber.

  “How’s dragon lady this morning?”

  “Off doing her usual inspection of the department looking to see if anyone’s running late,” I said. “I take it you got here on time?”

  “You bet I did. Damn she’s such a bitch.”

  I shook my head and minimized the chat window as I heard clicking moving towards my cubicle again. I dreaded the day Christine realized that people could hear her coming because of her fondness for heels, but it’s not like I was going to say anything to her either. She moved past, a clicking shark sniffing the water for blood, and I brought the window back up.

  “She’s really in a foul mood today. Usually she’s in her office gulping down her coffee and surfing the net by now.”

  “Must be something irritating her,” Amber sent back.

  I frowned. Something irritating Christine usually meant something was going to be irritating me. Sure enough she came clicking back past my cubicle and I heard her stop at the door. I closed my eyes and did a quick five count before turning to smile at her with the best and most insincere smile I could muster.

  “How can I help you Christine?” I asked.

  “How is the work coming along on the Johnson merger?” she asked.

  “I should have that ready for you by the end of the day today which will give you enough time to look it over before it needs to be turned in,” I said.

  When I first started this job I figured that would be enough to get Christine to jump for joy. I’d learned the hard way that it didn’t. From the smile that came to her face, smiles were never pleasant on her face, I knew that I was about to get some of that same feeling. I braced for it.