6 comments/ 7903 views/ 6 favorites Edge of the Earth By: whatidreamt His voice loud and clear, Jared sings one of the bands most popular songs, jumping down between the safety barrier and the stage. The fans go crazy, screaming and reaching out to touch him. He slaps at their hands as he passes by, singing the lyrics to 'The Kill'. When he gets to one of the girls, that he noticed from the stage, one who was actually listening to him sing, and not screaming while pulling her hair out, he takes a few seconds longer to make contact with her. Wanting to let her know, somehow, that he appreciates her not screaming, or for that matter scratching at him. She was smiling at him as he approached, her hand out, hoping for a touch, just like the hundred others along the barrier. He takes ahold, wrapping his fingers tightly around her hand, while he sings the song. As soon as they make contact, an electrifying spark happens. Starting with his fingers, it races through his arm, exploding throughout his body. Tiny sparks of light fill his head, the sound of the screaming crowd, suddenly silenced. The only sound he hears is his own heart beating, and something else; another heart beat. His knees shake from the sensation. A warm tingle in his crotch, his cock stirs and comes to life. They both jerk from the sensation. She quickly yanks her hand away, a shocked look on her face. He steps back, his feet feeling heavy, as if he was wearing concrete shoes. The words he was singing momentarily forgotten. The girl looks at her hand, wiggling her fingers. The moment between the two of them, seems like a slow motion movie. Jared looks at his own hand, seeing the fingerless glove cover the majority his hand, his fingertips visible, yet his hand doesn't feel like his hand. Its numb. He too wiggles his fingers, watching as if they belong to someone else. The feeling in his hand returns as does the sound of the crowd. His whole body is tingling, even his sex, he feels invigorated, renewed. Remembering that he was in the middle of a song, he brings the microphone back to his mouth. Smiling, he winks at her, then continues on, singing. Normally Jared would go from one side to the other, sometimes jumping up to a balcony, if there was one. Here there were no balconies, just a large sports arena with their stage set up at one end. Section after section of seats surrounding the floor. He was at the other side, about to go back up on stage. But he has second thoughts, the brief sensation that had coursed through his body when he had touched the girl, is hard to ignore. He decides to make his way back around curious to see if the same thing would happen again. He is looking for her in the crowd, as he sings, holding the microphone out, catching the fans sing the chorus. His heart is beating fast, his pants rubbing and pressing against his cock as he walks, making his growing hard on, harder. Fans still screaming and trying to grab at him as he walks by. He finally he sees the girl. She is pressed against the barrier, being smashed from behind as fans lean over her, squishing her, as they scream, vying for his attention. Jesus Christ, she is gonna get crushed, or at least have some terrible bruises along her ribs. He winces, feeling her pain. He approaches her. He stops in front of her, singing the last line of the song as security guards on either side of him hold the crowd back. He takes a deep breath as the song ends. He smiles and holds his hand out to her. The crowd screams even louder. The security guards, grunting, presses in, holding them back, hoping the barrier stays up for Jared's sake. The girl gets jostled, hands appear all around her, reaching out for Jared. She looks at Jared's extended hand, biting her lower lip, hesitating. Slowly she reaches out, her arm being jerked and scratched at by jealous fans, trying to get their hands in the way. Jared quickly grabs her hand, holding on tightly. Once again the electric current rushes through his body. The sensation wasn't as shocking as the first one. It still hit him hard, making his body jerk, but this time there was a pleasant tickle, a flutter, as if a million butterflies were landing on his body. A warm heat filled him, it was like sinking down into a hot bath, causing him to catch his breath sharply. Again the sounds of the crowd fade as Jared closes his eyes, dropping the microphone to his side. As the sensations became more pronounced, his cock jerked, throbbed, begging to be released from the confines of his pants. He felt like he was about to have an orgasm. His eyes fly open as the hold is suddenly broken as his hand, his arm is roughly jerked away. Jared sways, a security guard catches him, holding him up. The contact broken, the sounds of the screaming fans assault his ears, making his head hurt. The mother fuckers could be so annoying with their screaming. The guard drags him away, pushing him back up on stage. Jared looks back at the girl, wincing as he notices her being shoved, the crowd around, her pushing her into the barrier. She is going to be crushed. Jared yells at the guards, telling them to help her, to get her to medical. His feet feeling heavy, and his knees weak, he stumbles up on stage. Turning to watch as the guards pull the girl up over the barrier, setting her down on the other side. She briefly looks up at him, her mouth open, gulping for air. She gives him an odd look, nodding to the guard as he asks her a question. She smiles, this time winking at Jared, as the guard helps her walk away. She hugs herself, in pain, and limps off. Poor thing, he thinks, she probably has broken ribs and toes, all because he had paid just a little bit of attention to her. Yet something inside tells him, that what he had experienced when they touched, she had felt it too. He heads over to the drum set, where bottles of water were placed. He grabs a bottle, taking a moment to gulp some down, his hand quickly readjusting his hard on. Shit, he thinks, just what he needs right now; to be on stage with a raging hard on and for all to see. Fuck. Shannon, the drummer and his older brother looks at him, "What the fuck was that about?" "What?" Breathing hard, Jared looks innocently at his brother. "What? You nearly got yourself killed out there. Why do you insist on doing stunts like that? One of these days they aren't gonna let you go. They'll rip you to pieces." Jared smiles, his brother was always so worried about him. He looks back at the audience, "No they won't." He hears Shannon sigh in exasperation. They have had this discussion too many times. A stage hand comes up to Jared, handing him his guitar, "That girl that was just taken to medical, run over and give her a backstage pass, okay? She has long brown hair and is wearing a purple shirt, kay?" Jared tells the stagehand, as he swings the guitar strap up over his head. Thankful that the guitar will hide his hard on, and hopefully by the end of the song it will be gone. The stagehand nods his head in understanding and runs off. Jared nods his head to his brother, signaling the start of the next song. Later, after the concert is over, and the pit at the bottom of the stage has been emptied, the crew sets up a table, where the band comes back out and signs autographs for at least four hundred fans. It was a signature mark of theirs, an opportunity for their fans to have a brief moment with them. While the roadies break down the stage, pack up the equipment, and load the trucks. The fans line up, excitedly and patiently wait. The event is run like an assembly line, Jared and the boys sign CDs, pictures, t-shirts, whatever is presented in front of them, usually ninety minutes later it is over and the floor is once again cleared. Meanwhile backstage, a room is set up with food and drinks, a small area where select fans, concert promoters, event planners, the press and local bigwigs can gather and wait, for their private moment with the band. Girls who were lucky enough to score backstage passes, pimp and prim, waiting for their favorite to notice them. The evening passes, and the band is deluged with congratulations and slaps on the back, from people telling them how much they enjoyed the show. How they thought it had been a success (it should have been, since the concert was sold out), and how much they were looking forward to the boys returning and doing another show in the future. Jared is milling about, politely chatting with various people. He keeps an eye on the door, waiting to see if the girl shows up. When he had first entered the room, he had quickly done a once over, looking for her, hoping that she was here waiting for him, but not seeing her, his hope had turned to disappointment. He checked with the stagehand who tells him he had found her, and he had indeed given her a pass. So with that information, Jared asked around, wondering if maybe she was too injured to come. Someone remembers her and tells him she was fine and had left on her own accord, but didn't know anymore. No...they didn't remember what her name was. The evening seemed to drag for Jared from that moment on. He works the room, stopping and talking to people, always watching for her. Several girls come up to him, flirting, batting their eyelashes, thrusting their breast at him, touching his arm. With every touch, he held his breath waiting to see if the sensation he had experienced with her would return with somebody else, but it never did. Jared sighs, the day catching up to him, he is tired and ready to go to the bus. His bunk looking really appealing to him. He starts towards Shannon, to tell him he is heading to the bus, when out of the corner of his eye he sees her enter the room. Jared's heart skips a beat. He stops, keeping to the far side of the room. She pauses just inside the doorway, looking around, fingering the pass hanging around her neck. Without the barrier in front of her, Jared can check her out. She is wearing a form fitting lavender shirt, with three quarter inch length sleeves. A scooping low cut neckline fits tightly across her breast, lovely big rounded breasts. Jared licks his lips, his eyes trailing down over her slender waist, the shirt tucked into dark low rise jeans, black boot style shoes on her feet. The backlight from the hallway, silhouetting her hourglass form. She has dark long brown hair, cut in layers that softly frame her face and cascade down her back. Jared watches as she self-consciously tucks her hair behind her ear, and nervously smoothes her shirt down, wiping her hands on the sides of her pants, before she takes another step into the room. Somebody walks pass her on their way out the door, she moves out of their way, shyly smiling at them. Jared notices the guy look back and check out her ass. She was very attractive and sexy without trying to be. She wasn't what you'd call your normal groupie, Jared thought. She wasn't a teeny bopper, and he got the feeling she wasn't a college student. She was probably around his age; a full grown, gorgeous, sexy woman. She takes another look around the room, then moves towards a ransacked buffet table. She looks over what remains, and nervously gathers up some grapes, Jared noticing her hands are shaking. Clearing she is uncomfortable in a roomful of people she doesn't know, who wouldn't be. Why wasn't she with somebody, he wondered. Didn't women normally travel in packs; especially back stage at rock concerts? He glances at the other girls in the room, all of them with another girl or a pack of em. Even when he was out and about at clubs or events, girls he noticed were never alone. He returns his attention the woman across the way, watching as she pops a grape into her mouth. She moves away from the table, slowly walking around, nodding her head to people, politely smiling, hoping for that chance to be included in a conversation. She stops near a sofa, her body relaxing as she recognizes somebody. Jared follows her gaze and realizes she is seeing Shannon and Tomo, his fellow band mates. The guys are hitting on, or being hit on by some girls, Jared wasn't sure which. Jared looks back the woman and sees one of the roadies come up to her, offering her a drink. She smiles, politely refusing. The roadie takes a sip from the cup and strikes up a conversation with her. Strangely jealously flares up in Jared, he slowly makes his way around the room, keeping an eye on them. He comes up behind her, and gives the roadie a look, Jerking his head, silently telling him to buzz off. The roadie sees Jared's squinty eyed stare and understands. The woman notices the look on the roadie's face, realizing somebody is standing behind her. She starts to turn around, when Jared puts his hands on her shoulders. "Don't." He feels her body tense up under his touch. Strangely no electrical current zaps him. "Don't be afraid." he says to her as he rubs her shoulders, easing the tension away, the fear. "I'm glad to see you're okay. They didn't hurt you too badly back there, did they?" "Back there?" A shiver runs down her spine as his fingers massage her shoulders. "When they tried to crush you against the barrier." "Oh that...no, I'm fine." Relieved, Jared leans in closely, smelling her hair. Brown sugar? vanilla? she smells like cookies. His lips touching her hair. "You're not part of the Echelon are you?" he says softly. "No." "I didn't think so." He can feel her shoulders starting to relax, he moves his fingers down her back, massaging, digging in. "So what song is your favorite?" "Hmm...I don't have any one favorite, I like 'The Kill' and 'Buddha for Mary'." "Why do you like that one?" Surprised by her response. Some people have told him they don't like 'Buddha for Mary', they feel its degrading to women. "Ah, I guess it the way you sing it, when you get on your knees...very sexy." her voice goes low, so quiet, he almost can't hear her. Then she speaks again, "I like 'The Fantasy' too." He smiles, that one was his favorite. "Why that one?" He continues massaging, coming back up to her shoulders, then down over her arms, just then his fingers touch bare skin. Zap! There it was. That electrical shock. She jumps, as does he. His fingers flinch away, he had been hoping for the feeling, and then surprised when it did happen. "Don't move." he whispers, his fingers lightly touching her again. Zap! "Ow!" she moves away, turning around to face him. "How are you doing that?" she asks him, rubbing her arms where he had touched her. "I'm not doing it." He reaches for her again. "Don't..." she takes a step back. "Does it hurt?" he asks, stepping forward. She takes another step back, "No...it makes me...it just feels...weird." "Tell me why you like 'The Fantasy'." he continues towards her. She nervously laughs, "Hmm...what...what are you doing?" "Nothing, just talking to you." She bumps into the wall. Surprised, nervous and anxious she blushes,looking around him to see if anybody is noticing what is going on. He puts his hands up on either side of her head, just above her shoulders, basically pinning her in. He was so up close and personal with her, she was embarrassed. "Hmm..." she giggles uncontrollably at his nearness. She covers her mouth with her hand, afraid to look at him, at his cerulean eyes, afraid she will burst out with uncontrollable laughing due to nervousness. "Hmm, this is really awkward." "Just relax." he tells her, touching her shoulder again, picking up a strand of her hair and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger, the cookie smell wafting in the air. "We're only talking." She swallows, nodding her head, "Yeah, we're only talking." She closes her eyes, taking in a deep breath, as if trying to convince herself of that. "Just talking." she breathes out. It was just too hard to resist, Jared touches her neck with his finger. Zap! She gasps sharply, opening her eyes and looking at him. He smiles. "Wha--" "Shhhh, just feel it." He presses his palm against her neck. The electric current going from a tingle, to the butterfly tickle, then the warm water sensation floods over him. His breath catches in his throat, as the sensations course through his body, getting stronger the longer he maintains contact. He feels his cock once again jerk and harden. He glances down, her breast rising and falling rapidly with her breathing. Her breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt, the nipples hardening into pointy peaks. "You were going to tell me why you liked 'The Fantasy'." He deeply breathes in her tasty, almost intoxicating scent. Letting the strange, highly erotic sensations take over his body. It was like being on the verge of an orgasm, almost there, but not quite. He can feel her relax under his touch, a soft moan escaping from her lips. Watching her face, he wonders if she was feeling the same sensations. If so, she had to be just as turned on as he was. He steps closer to her. She puts her hand up on his chest, trying to push him back, but he presses in. His hand going around to the back of her neck. Their bodies almost touching. He bends his head forward, breathing on her face. Her eyes half closed, she leans her head back against the wall, her lips briefly touching his chin. Her breath hot on his neck. His knees are starting to get weak, he presses against her, using her body as a cushion to help hold himself up. He takes her hand and pulls it away from his chest, holding it down beside her thigh. His fingers pressing against her wrist, feeling her pulse. He leans against her, pressing his chest against her breasts, feeling her hard nipples through his shirt. She moans softly as her knees weaken, she sways a bit, her back pressing against the wall. Jared takes the moment to put his leg between hers, which she surprisingly parts for him. He presses his thigh in and up, pressing his hard cock against her upper thigh, rubbing it over her pelvis. She gasps, closing her eyes, her body melting like butter. "The Fantasy, tell me why you like it?" he whispers, his eyes closing. "Hmm, because you can close your eyes and...ah..." she catches her breath, as his lips briefly touch her cheek, his breath ever so softly lingering, sending shivers down her spine. "And..." he coaxes, his lips barely touching her skin as he moves them over her face. "and...you can have...your own fantasies." His lips touch hers, softly, barely at all. Her breath catching in her throat again. He moves his lips to the tip of her nose, back to her cheek, down along her jawline, then back to her lips, still barely touching her. "What kind of fantasies do you have?" he releases her hand and puts his hand around her waist, pulling her towards him, his hand sliding down over her rear, squeezing her ass. His cock throbbing through his pants. Damn he wanted to fuck her. He presses against her, their hipbones grinding against each other. Their eyes still closed, their foreheads touch. Instantly images flash through his head. Images, pictures of naked bodies, pressed together, hot and sweaty, fucking. Images of hands touching, lips kissing, tongues tasting, hips grinding. Each image that flashes through his head, he can feel as if he was actually experiencing it. He realizes the images were of him and her. The warm, fuzzy, just on-the-verge of cuming, gets stronger, he presses his hips harder against hers. They moan simultaneously. His lips cover hers, kissing her hard, his tongue parting her lips, darting in, tasting. What was happening to him, to them? He's never wanted anyone more, than he wanted her right now. "Hey there, you guys might want to go get a room." Shannon says, poking Jared in the ribs. Jared jumps, hating when his brother does that. His lips unlock from hers, his head lifting, his hand coming away from her neck. Their connection broken, the images instantly gone, but not forgotten, the sensation slowly ebbing. Jared growls, angry to be interrupted. The woman opens her eyes, keeping them downcast, her hand shakingly wiping at her mouth. Edge of the Earth "I've got to go." she says, pushing Jared away, their hips sliding apart. Shannon grabs Jared's elbow, pulling him away from the woman. Shannon hisses at him, "What are you doing?" The woman stumbles, holding onto the wall for support as she leaves them. She walks like she is drunk, or as if she has weights on her legs. Jared feels the same way, lightheaded, his knees still weak. The room is incredibly hot and his heart is pounding in his ears. He looks down at his pants, his hard on clearly visible. He grabs himself, readjusting his cock. "What are you doing Jare?" Shannon asks again, shaking his brother's elbow. "this isn't like you." "I can't explain it, not now." Jared yanks his arm free, and follows the woman. "Leigh?" he calls after her, realizing that he knows her name without having asked her what it was. "Leigh..." he catches up to her, his fingers going around her wrist. Zap! She jerks her hand away, "Don't. I don't know what you're doing, but I can't handle it right now." She presses on her temple, "I feel....I feel funny." "Come on." he grabs the back of her arm instead, the material of her sleeve preventing any sensations. He leads her down a hallway, pushing open a door, they emerge outside. The fresh midnight air hitting him in the face, cooling him off. "What happened back there." she asks, still stumbling, trying to get her feet to work. "it feels like I've...." "Like what?" he knows what it felt like to him, he was curious to know if it felt the same to her. They walk around some trucks, to where the tour bus is parked. He opens the door and helps her up the steps, following her inside. She collapses on the couch, laying her head against the back cushion, her hands covering her face. She moans, shaking her head from side to side, "What have I done?" Jared flips a light switch behind the driver's seat. Soft light filters across the ceiling from behind an overhead panel running the length of the bus. "You want something to drink?" he goes to the little refrigerator, opening it and taking out a bottle of water. She runs her hands through her hair, brushing it back off her face, she looks flushed. He twists the cap off and hands it to her. "Thanks." she takes the bottle from him, being careful not to touch his fingers with hers. He gets a bottle for himself, taking a drink and leaning against the cabinet, studying her. The quick images that had flashed through his mind earlier, refill his thoughts. What could it mean? Why the zapping when he touched her? He had never felt these sensations with anyone. Nothing like it had even come close with the girlfriends he's had over the past several years. Oh sure, he got turned on when beautiful women were around, but what he was experiencing with this woman, was very unusual, certainly different. His cock jerked, reminding him that it was there, wanting. "So...back there, what did you feel?" She takes another sip of water, glancing at him and looking away. She was blushing again. He pushes away from the cabinet and sits down beside her, their knees touch. She shifts her legs away from his, "Nothing." "You're lying." He touches her arm. Zap! "Don't do that." She slides over on the couch away from him. "What?" "You know what." She glances at his hand, frowning, then at his face, "You have something on your hands." He chuckles, looking at his hands, turning them over. "What?" "I don't know, some kind of lotion." "So what...you think I put on lotion, just to tickle you?" "I don't know, did you?" "No." he drops his hands onto his lap, then slides them down between his legs, his cock still hard. "You touch me." She softly snorts, rolling her eyes, and gets up off the couch, stepping over his feet. "I won't touch you." he says, watching her go to the sink and put her bottle of water down. "You touch me, anywhere, I'm curious to know if the tickle still happens when you touch me." She traces the edge of the counter with her fingertip, then looks at him, "You're enjoying this aren't you?" "Aren't you." He stretches his long legs out before him, putting his hands behind his head, the pitched tent effect of his pants, clearly visible, "I mean...come on, if you felt the same thing I was feeling back there, it was more than just a tickle." She looks at his crotch, the quickly looks away, her cheeks turning even redder, "I don't know what you're talking about." She tips her head and looks out the window above the sink, debating, then she slaps the top of the counter with her hand, "I must be out of my mind. I don't know why I came here. I need to get home." she heads for the bus's door. Jared jumps up and blocks the path, "Come on, aren't you curious?" "I'm tired." Jared comes towards her, "Touch me, just once. Lets find out if we can repeat it." She backs up, "I don't want to repeat it." Disappointed Jared, stops. "Why not?" Pausing before answering, she looks intently at his face, "What...you think every girl wants to jump right into bed with you?" Jared smiles at her. She had felt the same sensations, he was positive of it. "From what I've heard, most of them do." he comes towards her again. She stands up straight, squaring her shoulders, "Well...that was not my intention when I came back here with that pass you gave me." Absentmindedly her fingers touch the pass that is hanging around her neck. "Wasn't it?" "Is that why you gave it to me in the first place?" Jared takes a moment, considering how she would react to the truth. "Yes." She laughs, letting go of the pass and slapping her thigh, "And you want me to believe you didn't put any lotion on. Some psychedelic lotion that some how makes me think I'm having a orgasm." "Ha... I knew it!" He claps his hands together, "I knew you were feeling the same thing, I knew it!" Excited he spins around, his feet doing a little dance. She crosses her arms in front of her chest, watching his little act. Exasperated, she walks up to him and pushes him down on the couch, moving him out of the way so she can leave. Yanking the pass off, she tosses it him as she starts down the steps of the bus. "I've got to get out of here." She tries to open the bus door, but can't figure out how to get it open. "Its not some lotion, Leigh." Jared says, sitting up and flicking his hair back out of his eyes. "Its something else, and I don't think its going to let us go our separate ways." She stops jerking on the door handle, "How do you know my name? I don't remember telling you my name." she turns around to look at him, raising an eyebrow. He stands up, "You didn't, but that is your name, isn't it?" "Yes..." she eyes him warily. "What's going on? Am I on some sort of show? Is this a gag?" she comes back up the steps, looking around for signs of a hidden camera, which could be in any of the cabinets, there were plenty of them on the bus. Jared comes up to her, "No...this isn't a gag. I don't know what is going on, but I like it." He touches her cheek with the back of his hand. Zap! Her cheek and eye flinch, she jerks her head away. Jared quickly puts both of his hands on either side of her head, holding her still. She grabs onto his wrists and tries to pull them away. The electrical current runs through his body again. Oh, this was something he could definitely get use too. "Don't." she whimpers. "Don't fight it." he tells her, leaning in and kissing her. She moans, her grip around his wrists relaxing. Her lips part and his tongue enters, dancing with hers. He kisses her harder, their teeth bump together. He releases her head and puts his arms around her waist, lifting her up. Her arms go around his neck, holding on as he swings her around, taking her to the back of the bus, where the bunk beds are. He sets her down, continuing to kiss her face. His hands caressing her back, shoulders, grabbing at her hair, pulling her head back, kissing and sucking on her neck, her earlobe. He stops to catch his breath, the warm sensation starting to fade. He knew he was moving way to fast, but something urged him on. She was like a magnet, attracting him, and he couldn't stop himself. He grabs at her shirt and tugs it from her pants. "I want you so badly." He tells her, his hands pushing her shirt up, feeling her warm bare skin, the sensation reappearing. He moans, cupping her breasts, squeezing them. He groans, roughly pulling her shirt up over her head and throwing it on the floor. He then pulls at her bra straps, sliding them down over her arms. "Leigh..." he moans, pulling her bra down, freeing her breasts. They pop out, her nipples rosy and hard, her flesh soft and pale in the dim light of the bus. His mouth covers one of her breasts, sucking and licking at the swollen peak. He hears her gasps, her hand grabbing a handful of his hair. His hands go around her waist, up her back, pressing her breast into his face, his mouth frantically sucking, nipping, licking. He fumbles with the clasp on her bra, getting it undone, letting it drop to the floor. He moves his mouth to her other breast, sucking on the skin, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. His hands come around to the front of her pants, tugging on the button, urgently ripping the fabric apart, the sound of a zipper, unzipping. He pushes her pants down, his lips trailing along her skin, moving down over her ribs, her stomach. He kneels before her, sliding his tongue over her body, tasting her vanilla body lotion. He wiggles his tongue in and around her belly button. His hands grabbing her ass, presses his face, his nose against the silky softness of her panties. Breathing deeply in, she definitely smelled like sugar cookies. She moans and pushes him back. "What the hell am I doing?" she asks, sitting herself down on the bunk. She lifts her foot up, yanking back the hem of her pants, she undoes the zipper on her boot, pulling it off, dropping it to the floor. Jared licks his lips, pleased that she is getting undressed. He takes the moment to get out of his clothes. He stands up, pulling his shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the floor. Stepping out of his shoes, he grabs his pants, unbuttoning them, sliding the zipper open. His shoes off, he pushes his pants down, bringing his shorts along. His hard cock springs forward, pointing towards her head. She has her other boot off and is leaning back, pulling her pants off, one slender leg coming out, then the other, her socks getting stuck inside her pants leg. She looks up at him, noticing his sex bob extremely close to her face. His body eager with anticipation he steps towards her. Her hand comes up and goes around his sex. The electrical sensation causes him to stand up on his toes, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Fuck." He mutters under his breath, the warm tingling sensation even stronger now that she has her hand on him. Moaning he sways, catching himself by holding onto the upper bunk. Her hand tightens around him, sliding down his shaft then back up. Her hot breath tickling the head of his cock. He closes his eyes as her tongue licks the tip, flicking over and around his foreskin. Goosebumps break out over his body, he licks his lips, jerking his hips forward, urging her to take him all the way in. Her hand sliding down the length of him as her hot moist mouth follows. He moans, laying his head against the edge of the mattress, his legs starting to quiver. Her tongue licks around his cock, sliding down and up, the muscles in her cheeks, tighten around him as she sucks. Hard, then soft, each time taking more of him in, till he can feel the back of her throat. A gag reflex jerking him, but she doesn't pull away, instead she relaxes and continues sucking on him. Her salvia lubricating his shaft, her hand twisting on him as she moves her head back and forth. God almighty! He breathes out, not realizing he had been holding his breath. He moves his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth, then back, slowly fucking her mouth as she sucks on him. They get into a rhythm, push in, slowly pull out, push in, slowly pull out. "Ahh, Christ...fuck," he moans, his fingers digging into the blanket on the bunk above, clutching the mattress's edge. Feeling an orgasm building up, he is tempted to shoot his wad. To hold her head, keep her pressed on him, to feel her swallow his cum, but decides he wasn't ready just yet. He pulls away, pulling out, lowering himself so they are face to face, his hand cups her chin as he kisses her, pushing her back onto the mattress. He pauses, looking down at her lying on his bed, her hair splayed out around her. What a beauty he thinks. She has light green eyes, that are sparkling in the dim light. Her lips are red and swollen from his kisses. He puts his hands on her breasts, squeezing, massaging, pressing them together, glad that they are real and not silicone filled. He pinches her nipples, rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger. Smiling when she gasps, her body shuddering under his touch. She ran her hands up over his arms, his shoulders, over his chest, feeling his hard muscles underneath. He constantly worked out, kept in shape, glad that he did, so she could enjoy his body as much as he was enjoying hers. Her nails lightly scrapped over his nipples, making them harden and stick out, sending a signal straight to his cock, reminding him of much needed release. As long as they had bare skin contact, the warm orgasmic sensation was just there, right there, keeping them on the edge. Each touch of their fingers, their lips, only heightened it. She closes her eyes, as Jared caresses her skin, moving his fingers along her stomach, sliding along the top edge of her panties. Zebra print panties, with a white lace overlay. "I can't believe I'm doing this." she whispers, her hands covering his, halting him from going any further, "I have to stop...we have to stop this." "You want me to stop?" he asks. Her eyes half open, she gives him a sultry look, "God help me, no..." she removes her hands, laying them on the bed, palms down. Relief sweeps over him. He rises up, straddling her feet, his back hunched over in the small area. He pulls at her panties, sliding them down over her hips, as she lifts her butt. She watches as he slowly pulls them off, exposing the dark matted mound of hair. He slides her panties down her legs, easing them over her knees and over her ankles. He tosses the panties aside and holds one of her legs up, his lips kissing at her ankle bone, then moving up her calf, to her knee. She gasps as his other hand covers her mound, his thumb sliding down between her lips. She was wet, incredibly wet. He notices the hard, lean muscles of her belly quiver as his thumb glides over her clit. He kisses her leg, sucking at the soft skin of her thigh just above her knee. She moans and bites her lower lip, her eyes closing as her hands clutch at the blanket beneath them, balling it up in her fists. "Why can't I stop you?" she says, opening her eyes and looking at him. "This shouldn't be happening." "But it is, so enjoy it. I am." He smiles at her, and dips his head, kissing just below her belly button, his breath fanning out along her skin. She moans, shivers running through her body. Her fingers grasp at his hair, tugging on the long strands at the back of his neck. He slides his hands over hips, kissing her body as he works his way up. His hands moving up the sides of her waist, to the sides of her breasts, pushing them together, kissing and licking at the space between them. He releases her breasts and grabs her arms, pushing them up over her head. He stretches out, his body laying on top of hers, holding her down. He moves his knee in between her legs, pressing his hard cock against her thigh. She arches her back, wiggling her butt beneath him, her breasts pressing his chest. He moves his hips, centering himself over her, feeling as her legs spread wide before him. He grabs her elbows and holds them in place, pressing them down into the pillow. Her eyes half open, she watches him as if memorizing every pore on his face. "If this is a dream, don't wake me up." she whispers. "I won't." He kisses her on the mouth, his tongue entering, swirling around, tasting. He brings his butt up, the tip of his penis stroking her pubic hair, feeling the warmth coming from her pussy. Anxious to be inside of her, he jabs, feeling her opening give, the moistness spread over the head of his cock. He raises his butt again and thrusts in, hard this time, hearing her gasp at his roughness, her body flinching. His cock sliding right in, into her tight, hot pussy. Her back arches, her legs squeeze together against his thighs. He raises his upper body, pressing her arms down into the pillow. He looks at her dark mascara fringed green eyes as they smolder into him, burn down to his core. Eyes he will never forget. Christ, he's never wanted a woman this badly. He kisses her, his lips covering her mouth, muffling their moans. She raises her hips, he feels her body close in around him, the velvety softness engulfing his manhood. He moves his hips again, thrusting, pounding into her. He begins to brutally take her. Watching her face, her reaction, her mouth open, her head jerking each hard thrust. Her breasts shake under him, her nipples poking at him, becoming raw as he skin rubs against them. Their bodies getting slick with sweat, as he pounds into her, again and again. He grunts, his teeth clenched as fucks her. Feeling her insides clench and unclench around him, the walls of her vagina massaging him, urging him on. He thrusts harder, wanting to fill her up entirely with his engorged cock, wanting her to cry out with ecstasy. To scream his name, to have her beg for more. He wanted to fuck her like an animal, to hold her to him tightly, and fuck her up the ass. He rolls his eyes, throwing his head back with the thought of her tight ass around his cock. She moans, bringing her legs up, wrapping them tightly around his waist, her hips meeting his. He moans, fucking her so hard, her pelvic bone gets bruised from his pounding. He wants to sit up, to put her legs over his shoulders, but the damn upper bunk blocks him. Releasing her elbows, he pushes up on one arm, raising himself just enough, he's able to take her leg and hold it out. He can see himself fucking her, can see his glistening wet cock as he slowly brings it out of her pussy, feeling her muscles tighten around his shaft. He grunts and shoves it back in, she cries out, her hands pressing on the wall of the bunk, pressing herself downward to meet each of his thrusts. He pumps into her, slowing himself down, savoring the sensations coursing through out his body. He kisses her again, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. He releases her leg and grabs her breast, rolling the hard nipple between his fingers. He lays back down on her, his hands covering the top of her head. With each thrusts he pushes her farther up the mattress, til her head is close to the wall. "I don't want to stop fucking you..." he tells her, breathing on her cheek, in her ear. "I can't stop. You feel so good. Christ you feel so fucking good." She brings her arms down and caresses his back, rubbing up and down along his shoulders, his spine. She cries out, throwing her head back, her nails clawing at his back as he moves in and out. He can himself getting ready to climax. He slows, rotating his hips in a circular motion, feeling her body beneath his. Listening to her rapid breathing in his ear, he kisses her neck, feeling her pulse beneath his lips. His tongue tasting her salty sweat. "I don't want you to leave, stay here with me all night. Come to Las Vegas with me, then Albuquerque, New Orleans, let me fuck you every day, every night, every moment I can." Edge of the Earth She cups his head, pulling it back so she can look into his eyes. "What are you doing me? I want to say yes. I want to be with you." "Then be with me." he says happily, kissing her. "No... no....I can't." she says, between his kisses. "Yes you can." he kisses her hard, deeply, wanting her to know how much he wants her, how much she means to him. He pumps his cock quickly, her body jerks under his, her nails dig into his back. "Oh my God, Jared." she cries out, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, her hips thrusting and jerking at him. He can feel her insides tighten around his cock, squeezing it tightly, almost painfully. Her breath comes in shallow little gasps, her eyes close tightly as she comes. Another thrust and he moans, his cock twitches, jerks, his buttocks clenching. His legs stiffen out behind him, his toes dig into the blanket. The first wave of an orgasm washing over him. "Ahhh." He cries out, his fingers entwining in her hair, grasping, clutching. He shoves his cock deep inside of her, his whole body shaking at its release. Her insides clenching at his cock, milking it as the waves wash over her. Breathing hard, their bodies covered in sweat, their hearts beating wildly in unison. Unable to help himself, he thrusts into her again, another orgasm rushes through both of them, just as intense as the first. "Oh Leigh..." he says, burying his face in her hair, her arms around his neck. Wave after wave of the orgasm assaults him, each time jerking his cock. His whole body felt alight with some burning fire, every cell in his body felt like tiny explosions going off. Quick images of him and Leigh together, laughing, loving. Memories? The images flashed through his mind too quickly for him to analyze. He just knew they were suppose to be together. The whole experience was mind blowing, it was beyond ecstasy, beyond anything he had ever felt, or had even come close to feeling. This was like no other orgasm he'd ever had. It was probably ten times stronger, if not more. He collapses on top of her, the weight of his body, causing her to exhale. He thought he was having a heart attack, his heart was beating too fast, his limbs were numb. The room was spinning around him, like he was on a carnival ride. He held onto her, concentrating on slowing his breathing. Feeling the warm tingling sensations gently wash over him, the warm water covering him, drowning him. He wasn't scared of the drowning sensation, it felt comfortable, reminding him of infancy, of being in his mother's womb. What a strange thought to enter into his head. He smiles and snuggles down, his arms going under her body, holding her tightly to him, enjoying her soft womanly body under his. He felt so comfortable with her, as if they had always been together, as if they were one. Her arms stay around his neck, but relax their hold. Her legs too, stay wrapped around his waist, relaxed, her vagina throbbed against his cock, keeping him engulfed in her softness. She sighs, catching her breath, "Oh my God that was incredible." she says softly. "I've never had... I've never experienced anything like that." Just then, Jared hears noises at the front of the bus, someone is coming. "Shit." he mutters, looking up and seeing Shannon coming up the steps, onto the bus. Jared quickly reaches behind him, his sex coming out of Leigh as he pulls the curtains to his bunk shut. Enveloping them in semi-darkness. "I have to go." she whispers. "No. You're staying here." "Don't be silly, I can't." she pushes on his arm, wiggling her hips out from under him. "No." he says more sharply than he should have, grabbing her arm and twisting it down on the bed. "Ow!" "Shhhh," he covers her mouth with his other hand. Wiggling her body, she tries to move out from under him. He moves his leg to the outside, pinning her back underneath his body. His hair sticks to his forehead, dripping sweat down onto her neck, her shoulder. He releases her wrist and quickly wipes his forehead, licking his lips, listening for the guys. Ignoring her feeble head shakes as she tries to remove his hand from her mouth. Jared can hear the guys talking and moving about the bus. Then Shannon's voice calls out, loudly, and right near the curtain, "Well, well what do we have here. Panties, a bra, shoes that aren't Jared's style at all. Whose clothes could these be?" the other guys from the band chuckle. The curtain is slapped, "Hurry up in there, the bus is leaving soon." Jared relaxes his hold on Leigh's mouth, she jerks her head away. "I have to leave." she whispers to him. "I can't stay... Please let me go." Jared closes his eyes, laying is face back down in her hair. "I don't want to lose you, not again." Something tells him they have been here before, that they have been together, and somehow lost each other. Fear of losing her again, strikes him. "Jared..." her fingers run through his hair, tucking a section back behind his ear. "This is a dream, just a dream, right? Tell me I'm dreaming." Her voice sounds desperate as she clings to him, her arms going back around his neck, holding him close to her. Her lips briefly touch his earlobe, the butterfly sensation flitting over his skin, across his back. He feels himself hardening. He presses against her pelvis, his hands sliding down her sides, under her buttocks. "Its not a dream." "Jared, no....we can't." "This is real....I know it is." He mutters, moving his legs between hers, forcing them back apart. "Jared stop, please." she pushes on him, trying to roll him off of her. "Shhhh...." His mouth covers her, his lips stifling her pleas. He jabs at her with his cock, humping until he finds his way inside. She whimpers under his kisses, her body once again opening under him. He fucks her quickly, cheek to cheek, their bodies sliding against each other. His hands under her ass, lifting her up, slapping urgently into her. She moans in his ear, grabbing his butt cheeks, squeezing hard as her feet wrap around his ankles. He grunts, biting his lip, slamming into her hard, over and over. He raises his head, looking at her. He can see her biting her lip also, holding her cries of passion inside. "I'm gonna fuck you forever." he says in her ear, kissing her earlobe. "You're mine, you've always been mine." "Jared...." The orgasm hits him, again every cell in his body explodes. Million of little fireworks flash through his mind. Visions of Leigh and him together. Something tells him they are memories. Memories of past lives. He knows deep inside they are meant to be together, together through all of time. "What does..." she whispers, "I don't understand...what does this mean?" Was she having the same visions? He shakes his head, not sure if he comprehending the meaning either. What were the flashes, the images in his head, trying to tell him. The curtain to the bunk is slapped again, "Come on lover boy. Sorry to break this up, but we have to be going. The next city waits for no one, especially you." Shannon says. "Fuck off." Jared yells. "Oh, so you are in there." Shannon chuckles. "Do you need any help?" Jared pulls the curtain back a little bit, sticking his head outside. "Do you mind? Give us a little fucking privacy. Get the fuck out of here." Smirking Shannon tries to peak in, guessing who was with him. This only irritates Jared further. "Oh, you need 'fucking' privacy..." Shannon says, "well then maybe you should have gone to hotel." He slaps the curtain again. This time the curtain is pulled back and Leigh wiggles out. Completely naked, she avoids eye contact with Shannon, and grabs for her pants. Shannon steps back, his mouth dropping open. "You don't have to leave." Jared says, pushing the curtain even farther open, swinging his legs around and sitting on the edge of the bunk beside Leigh. Leigh sticks her legs into her pants, then stands up and puts her back to Shannon, wiggling her butt into the tight fabric. One could almost imagine her boobs bouncing up and down as she pulls her pants on. Jared stands up behind her, watching as she bends down and grabs her bra. She wraps the bra around her waist, clasping it. She turns the bra around, sticking her arms through the straps, bending slightly and shaking her shoulders to get her breasts positioned into the cups. Jared touches her spine. She flinches away from his touch, bending down to retrieve her shirt. "Don't leave." He whispers, leaning in, but then quickly ducking backwards as she pulls her shirt down and flicks her hair out. She grabs her boots and turns around, putting the back of her hand on Jared's chest, moving him aside. She closes her eyes as the sensation zaps through him, through both of them. "You don't have to leave." he tells her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him, his fingers holding on tightly. She winces, "I can't... this..." she swings her free arm out, almost hitting Shannon with her boots, "this was not suppose to happen. I can't be here. I shouldn't be here." "But you are, now stay." Jared tugs on her. "No... no... I can't... please stop. I have to go." She tries to jerk her hand away, but Jared holds tight. She looks at him, her eyes pleading with his. "Please Jared, there are so many things you don't know." She gives him a pained look, tugging on her hand, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "Then stay and tell me. I want to know everything about you. Every--" Quickly she steps up and kisses him, a sweet tender kiss. "I'm married." she whispers. His hold on her wrist falters, she pulls her hand away. Stepping back from him, Jared sees a tear run down her cheek. "I'm so sorry." She turns, squeezing past Shannon in the tight area, pass Tomo and some other guys. "No..." Jared starts to run after her, but Shannon blocks him. "You might want to put some pants on there little bro." "Move!" Jared shoves Shannon aside, watching as Leigh pushes on the bus door, this time it opens for her and she goes flying out. "Leigh!" Jared rushes towards the front of the bus, butt naked. He can't let her go. "Tomo!" Shannon hollers. Tomo steps up and blocks the door, completely surprised by Jared's actions. "Whoa dude, you ain't got no clothes on." Jared pauses for a second, growling, he turns around and goes back to the bunk area, grabbing his pants, he pulls them on. "There, happy now?" he rushes past Shannon and Tomo, sprinting out the door, looking for Leigh. He shouts her name, looking around for any sign of her. Listening, nothing, but an echo coming off the building and the bus. He calls her name again, rushing into the building. He runs into some people, asking if they had seen a girl in a purple shirt. Surprised at the shirtless and barefooted Jared, they nod their heads no. He continues down the hallway, shouting her name. Unable to find her in the nearly empty building, he runs back outside. Going to the side gate that is open, where some of the equipment trucks have already left, heading for the next city on the tour. Jared sprints across a parking lot, looking for any sign of her. The faint sound of a car door closing, fills the air, the sound of a car engine come to life. Turning around he sees a small red car about five hundred yards away. "Leigh?" He yells, half running, half walking towards the car. "Leigh?" The headlights come on. Jared holds his hand up, shielding his eyes from the blinding light. "Leigh...its alright! I don't care if you're married! Its ok..." The car starts to backup. "Leigh?" He panics, his heart races, "Don't leave, don't leave", he mutters under his breath. He lowers his hand, trying to see pass the glare of the lights. Was it her? Palms open and exposed, he lowers both hands, "Please...don't leave...." The car peels away, its tires squealing on the asphalt as it recklessly turns, heading out of the parking area and disappearing over a small rise. "Leigh!" he screams, chasing after it, but its no use, the car is gone. Shit. Shit. He stops running. A stitch in his side makes him double over. His hands on his knees as he catches his breath. After a moment, he straightens up, flicking his hair back with his hands. "Fuck!" his voice carries on the breeze as he screams at the top of his lungs. He stamps his feet, twisting around in a small circle, his hands curled into fists. "FUCKKKKK!" He puts his hand over his heart, his chest is hurting, like he's missing a vital organ. Like his heart has been ripped out of his chest. He looks around, he is alone in an empty parking lot. He curses some more. Slapping his forehead with the palm of his hand. What the fuck? What was he suppose to do now? He didn't want to go back to the bus. He didn't want to face Shannon. Didn't want to explain what had happened. He didn't want to talk about it all. He wanted her to come back. He looks back at the spot where the car had disappeared, hoping that she was returning. Hoping that maybe she was feeling the same pain as he was. They had connected on a spiritual, sexual level, maybe somehow they were connecting on the pain of separation too. He stands there for a moment, staring off into the distance. The farthest row of parking lot lights shut off. The sudden darkness starting to creep up on him, as each section goes black, coming closer to where he stands. He turns around, making his way slowly back to the bus. Shit. He puts his hand back on his chest, it was throbbing painfully. Withdrawal pains? He chuckles at the thought, coming to a complete stop. He suddenly laughs out loud. Throwing his head back, he laughs like a crazy man. Laughing so hard tears come to his eyes. He wipes them away, laughing even harder when he sees them on his finger. What a sissy he is, pining over a female. A female he doesn't even know, met only, what forty-five, sixty minutes ago, and to top it off, she was married. Fuck. He drops down on his knees, stretching his arms straight out from his sides, palms open, he looks up at the night sky, laughing. This was all so ridiculous. What the hell was he doing? Why was this effecting him so? Why had she effected him? What had she done to him? Why was he terrified of going back to the bus and facing Shannon? Tomo? Then suddenly he bends over, burying his face in his hands, he presses them against the hard cold asphalt. His laughing turns to crying. He was on the edge of the earth, and it felt like he had just fallen off. The last section of parking lot lights shut off, their buzzing noise abruptly stopping. All that is heard in the darkness are Jared's sobs, echoing across the parking lot.