7 comments/ 32118 views/ 1 favorites Rock Star By: mistress_diana The air in the bar was heavy and moist. Lazy clouds of smoke hung there like fog. And the noise was dull and uninteresting. It was typical night in the French Quarter of New Orleans and Darlene could care less. She sat in an out of the way corner of the bar and brooded over a warm, dark beer. In her little social circle it was the biggest night of the year. She and her friends talked and planned about it for months. Their idol was performing a homecoming concert at last. And the best thing about it was the show was in a smaller venue. Up close and personal, she thought. Close enough to touch... She sighed heavily and her shoulders slumped even more. Darlene was a red-haired beauty with green eyes and the palest skin possible for such a hot and sunny climate. Her lush twenty-six year old body was covered with black. Tight clingy top. Tight mini. Stockings. Boots. Short jacket. All black and reflecting the depths of her black mood. She lit another cigarette and looked at her watch. The show would be over by now. Her friends were no doubt on their way to a party. Maybe even meeting the object of her obsession at this very moment. She took another sip of her beer and slammed her glass down. No one noticed the black, brooding lump in the corner. Nope, they were all there and she wasn't. Call it stupidity or whatever you like. Suddenly the time was at hand and her hand was empty. Oh, she tried. She spent long hours scanning the Internet and calling places, but no ticket. Her stupid friends 'somehow' forgot to get her a ticket. But she knew better. Julie, the little bitch, happened to be mad at her that day and conveniently overlooked that fact that Darlene needed a ticket to the hottest show - ever. As Darlene's body slumped even more, the smoke from her cigarette added to the heavy atmosphere and obscured her view of the front door. She saw a few shadowy types come in and go over to the bar. They looked like they probably were at the show themselves which made her only more remorse and resentful. She ignored them and went back to playing with the droplets of water that beaded up on her glass. The bar she was in was probably the most nondescript place in the Quarter. That's why she chose it. It was never crowded and most of the people in there were uninterested in her type. A perfect place to not be seen. She felt if anyone of her crowd saw her on the street and not on the way to the show, she would die of shame. She had weighed the decision of going out that night as opposed to staying in. Darlene felt that staying in would just contribute to the misery. She knew she would lay there in the dark, get high and listen to 'him' over and over again on her stereo. His voice would envelope her and do those weird, crazy things it always did and she would go insane. No, she had reasoned, better to get out and move around. Although sitting there crying in a beer wasn't much better. And now that beer was so warm it was undrinkable. She sighed yet again and got up to go to the bar. It wasn't the type of place to have a waitress. She didn't bother looking at any of the patrons as she made her way around the little tables to the dark, smooth surface of the bar. It actually was one of her favorite places to escape to. None of her friends would ever dare to go there. She approached the bar and leaned over it a bit to get the bartender to notice her. He was busy chatting with a couple of locals at the far end, so she waited. She really wasn't in any hurry. Darlene was vaguely aware that the two shadowy types that came in were sitting on the stools next to her. They were both men, but she didn't want to look at them directly in case they knew her. But she was listening to their conversation. "Yeah," the one farthest away said, "that one chick in the first row...did you see her tits? Shit..." The one closest to her laughed and Darlene felt a shiver go through her body and she didn't know why. She shrugged it off and started to wish she wasn't there. It was obvious they had been at the show and now she was about to hear about the antics. Damnit, that could have been me showing off my tits, she thought wryly. Her immediate neighbor stopped laughing and spoke again. "You know, my fingers hurt more than most nights." Darlene's eyes flew open at the sound of his voice. It was so familiar...but where? She slowly raised her eyes up to look at the mirror behind the bar. If she was careful, she could get a look at them without them noticing her. Her gaze went up...just over the bottles of vodka and whiskey and began to focus at the faces to her left. Although the mirror was dirty and the air was hazy, the face that was slowly coming into her view was unmistakable. The long, black hair, parted in the middle. The eyes, what color were they right now? Blue? The strong face and chin. The thin but sensuous lips. How many times had she gazed at that face and committed it to memory? Suddenly her whole body broke out in a cold sweat. There he was. The object of her every obsession and her every wet dream. "Yeah, so I'm glad we decided to slip away here," that voice said again. "Good choice, man." Darlene stood rooted there as the bartender finally acknowledged her and came over to see what she wanted. "What can I get you, miss?" he said in the funky accent that only natives from New Orleans had. "Ah, um...Dixie," she choked out. He squinted at her, trying to see if she was totally shit-faced or not and decided she was ok. Darlene was so aware of his presence so close to her. She could smell him and he smelt wonderfully clean. She actually was a bit surprised at the smell, but it was great. Most of all she could sense his aura...the sheer being of him right the fuck next to her. Oh god... Never was she so scared to move and say anything in her life. But her eyes could move and they did again - back to the mirror. This time when she looked up, his eyes stared back at her. And when they saw her face, they squinted. His face broke into a small, amused smile. Darlene broke her gaze and began to fumble in her pocket for some money to pay for the beer that had just arrived. She threw a five on the counter and slipped away before she knew it. Her little nest was waiting for her and she hastily retreated there. The so-called object of her desire slowly turned around to look at her as she walked back to her seat. If she had seen the look in his eye, she would have turned a shade of red that only her hair could match. Every once and a while he wanted something. He wasn't always sure what it was, but that beauty that had just gazed at him in the mirror, for tonight, was it. The show that evening had, as usual, drained him and left him extremely mellow, but not emotionally or physically dead. A stirring was there and it came to life when he looked in the mirror and saw those green eyes framed by a mass of wavy, red hair. When she walked away, he knew that she knew who he was. A slow smile played on his lips again as he watched her move away from him. He drained his beer and made an excuse to visit the men's. At it happened, he would have to walk right by her little retreat. He eased his lithe, lean body off the stool, took a deep breath and began to walk. Darlene had barely taken two long gulps of her beer when she saw him begin to walk over to her. She quickly took in what he was wearing, as that was ever so important to her. He was all dressed in black like her. Black jeans - not too tight, black leather boots that went almost up to his knees, black sleeveless t-shirt. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, she thought. He's coming! What do I do? What do I- He walked right by her without looking at her and went to the restrooms. It was several long seconds later that she remembered to breathe again. Options started to go through her brain. She could leave right now and be done with it. She had the encounter and that was all. She could tell all her friends about it and relive it in her dreams or when she masturbated in a warm tub. Or she could camp out there longer and get the nerve up to speak to him. That was much harder, but how many times had she fantasized this very moment? Over and over she had played the scene, but it was different. Her version started with him seeing her in the audience and picking her out. The show ends, someone finds her and brings her back stage. It's quiet. There are flowers. He glides over to her and offers her a drink. She's witty and beautiful and poised. They move to the couch- "Excuse me, may I have a seat?" a slightly raspy voice asks her. She came out of her reverie and there he was, easing his body into the booth next to her and suddenly it was all real. "Um...I...sure," she said. So much for poise. Darlene was looking at him - really looking at him now. He smiled. "I...I know who you are..." she stammered out. He smiled broadly at her. "I could tell by the way you looked at me in the mirror." She blushed furiously, but said nothing. "And your name is?" he asked, eyebrows rising. "Oh, um, Darlene." "Hmmm...interesting name. Haven't heard that one in a while. Kinda fifties-ish." "Yeah...I guess." She looked down at her beer and tried to think of something intelligent to say. "Did you see the show tonight?" Oh no, she thought, not that! Don't ask me that! "I, ah, didn't." She looked up at him then and her eyes were full of shame. He looked somewhat surprised as if he expected everyone who adored him to be there. It was only fitting that they were. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just figured..." "Well, my so-called friends were supposed to get me a ticket," she said, suddenly bitter and beginning to return to her usual self. "But they 'forgot'. I tried for weeks to get one, but I couldn't." She brought her green eyes up to focus on his. Yes, they were blue. "You're very popular, you know." Her dark, painted lips curved upwards to a smile when she said this and he felt something stir deep inside when he gazed at her. He reached out to take her hand in his and surprised himself as he lowered his lips to kiss hers. Maybe the old charm of this city was finally getting to him, but he wanted to kiss her hand in a big way. Darlene was close to fainting as she saw him lower his head. Black strands of hair brushed against her skin and somewhat obscured his face, but his lips touched her hand and the electricity coursed through her veins. He kept them pressed there for a few seconds before sitting up again. His face split into a smile and the moment was gone. "I have an idea," he said, eyes flashing. "Since you weren't able to experience us live, how about a more private show?" Her eyes widened in disbelief. He was actually asking her to go to his house? And do...what? "I, uh, what exactly do you mean?" she heard herself asking. "I don't live too far from here. Come and visit and I'll show you around. You can listen to some new stuff I'm working on." He sounded very casual about it. Maybe she was reading into it too much. "Um, ok," she said, wondering what the hell she was doing. "Great, let's go. This place is a little oppressive, don't you think?" He eased out of the booth and she followed him. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined this to happen. Sure she fantasized about it, but she never thought it would happen. Little did she know how wild things would be. They rode in his limo through the dark, sleepy streets of the Garden District. She knew he lived there, but never knew exactly which house. As they rode, she was pretty quiet, not knowing what she should be talking about. He did most of the talking and she was surprised at how easy-going he was. She answered his questions about herself but she found she couldn't take the lead and ask him any questions. It was if she didn't want to intrude on his privacy, and yet he was taking her to where he lived. His innermost sanctum. The limo slowed on a nameless street and they exited back out to the heavy damp air. There wasn't a soul around. The air was filled with the heady scent of flowers and she could hear crickets and other things chirping and cheeping in the still night. The limo drove away and he walked up the stairs. She followed him up and after some elaborate punching on a keypad, they were inside. The house was very old, but it had been redone when he bought it. She had heard that it used to be an old funeral home and she could tell by the layout. There was a big entranceway that leads into a few different rooms. They were beautifully furnished with Victorian-era furniture and drapes. Expensive artwork adorned the walls and she was awed. "This is beautiful!" she said, walking boldly into the sitting room. "It's like going back into time." He leaned against the doorway and watched her. In this light he could fully appreciate her loveliness. Her long legs carried her gracefully across the rich carpets. Her slim arms with their long fingers caressed the upholstery. He noticed her fingernails were painted dark red, like blood. They looked so stark in comparison to her ivory skin. As she tilted her head up to look at the chandelier, her firm and very pleasing breasts stuck out. His eyes slid along her bust line up to her neck and then rested on the fine bones of her chin and jaw. She turned her head suddenly to gaze at something else and her lustrous hair picked up the lighting and shown a deep red. His body responded almost without him knowing and he felt suddenly warm despite the coolness of the air conditioning. She spun around and saw the piano. "Oh my god, this is amazing!" She walked over to it, but would not touch it. He smiled at that simple gesture. "Would you care to see the rest of the house, Darlene?" She faced him, eyes, wide, and told him she would. The tour led them upstairs where the décor changed into something much more modern. As they walked, she noticed he clicked a remote and music filled the air. Although she had never heard it before, she knew it was his music. There were no words, just sounds - melodious, haunting sounds. She shuddered and followed him down the dark hallway. It was pretty obvious that the bedrooms where up here. He was pretty casual about pointing them out, but she was taking in every detail. Eventually they came to a large room at the end of the hall. He opened the double doors and she gazed at the master bedroom. He watched her take it all in, trying to figure out what she was thinking. She surreptitiously looked around and then rested her eyes on the large, four posted bed for a fleeting moment. He saw a slight flush appear in her cheeks and smiled to himself. Although he didn't know what she was thinking, he was imaging her pale, white body sprawled across the dark sheets in state of total ecstasy. He exhaled deeply and ushered her back out to the hallway. She felt a tension in the air now and it had a sexual overtone in it. That was his bedroom, she thought. Where he sleeps and- "Would you like a drink?" he asked. "Oh, yes, that would be great." "Great, I have something I think you'll like." They went back downstairs into a small, cozy sitting room. Darlene took a spot on the large red couch. In fact, mostly everything in the room was a various shade of red. Again, it was richly furnished, but she was beginning to see that this really wasn't him. In fact, although the whole house was decorated with the very best taste, she could sense it wasn't what he was all about. He went over to the small bar and produced a strange looking bottle. "Have you ever drank Absinthe?" he asked. "Oh my god, you actually have it?" "Of course. It's great stuff. Not as potent as it used to be, but very good." She watched him get two glasses and begin the ritual. First he poured the emerald-colored liquid into two glasses until they were halfway full. Then he placed a slotted spoon over one. She watched in interest as he removed a sugar cube from a crystal dish and placed it on the spoon. Next he began to slowly pour cold water over the sugar cube. Before her eyes, the liquid in the glass began to turn a milky white color. He moved the spoon to the other glass and repeated the process. "What does this stuff taste like?" she asked. He laughed. "Pretty bitter without the sugar. But it's not bad with it." He turned around and held out her glass and sat down next to her. Darlene looked down at the milky, opaque substance in her glass. This was definitely a night of firsts, she thought as she brought the glass to her lips. She felt herself almost hold her breath as she took the first sip. The cooled liquid entered her mouth and burned her throat all the way down to her stomach. A short, sharp cough escaped her and her eyes watered slightly. She heard him laugh. "I love watching people drink this for the first time." She laughed along weakly and took another sip. This time she was prepared so it went down a little easier. "This stuff isn't as psychoactive as it used to be. They recently un-banned it. I think it's great." "Yeah, it's different, that's for sure." They sat there and sipped the liqueur delicately and she felt for a moment that they were transported a hundred years in the past. Only the music was different. Darlene felt the alcohol slowly take affect. It was if each muscle in her body was slowly relaxing and unwinding. Her mind was no longer filled with self-pity. And her libido was beginning to heat up. She became very much aware of his presence again so close to her. He was talking easily about New Orleans living, but underneath was a dark undertone. It was the side that she heard in his music. The side that turned her on. And she wanted to see it and experience it. The alcohol was having a similar effect on his own body. He found it easy to talk to her, but it was a cover up and he knew it. The drain of the show and the lateness of the evening were beginning to take its toll. But instead of being exhausted, he was finding that his walls were crumbling a bit. Desire, fueled by the Absinthe was filling his psyche. It was time to go downstairs. He set his empty glass down on the table. "Would you like to see the studio?" She turned to him, eyes slightly glazed, but filled with a similar desire. "Oh yes, I would love to." He took the glass from her hand and his fingers brushed hers. It was the first time since he had kissed her hand that they had touched. He felt the electricity again. "Follow me," he said, standing up. Darlene got to her feet and felt slightly dizzy. She hoped she didn't seem drunk to him and she wanted to remember every bit of this night. They approached a door off the hallway and she noticed it had it's own keypad. He punched in a set of numbers and they began their descent to the basement. When they entered the main room, she immediately knew where he spent most of his time. She felt him everywhere as she looked around. It was quite an impressive place. Stacks and stacks of equipment were everywhere. Very expensive guitars and keyboards, computers, mixing boards...everything one would need to produce the kind of music he did. "This is incredible," she said, awestruck. "This is where I work," he said, simply and without pretentiousness. He walked over to one of the many machines, and switched it on. Within seconds music filled the air of the tight room and surrounded her. It was so sensual that she began to feel a little weak. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. The sounds washed over her as she stood there and she became dimly aware of him singing the words. His voice was still slightly raspy from the show, but it didn't waver and it was filled with emotion. She kept her eyes closed as his voice moved closer to her. Again, his presence set off sparks of electricity between them as he stood very close. Rock Star The first part of this story really did happen. Somehow "Gina" and I got to talking about this site a while after the true part of this story happened and I asked her if she would like to read how I would have liked the evening to go. She said yes, so here it is: The band I play in had been booked for night at a smaller hotel a few towns over. The manager of the hotel was a friend of our guitar player and said he could get us some rooms comped for the night. I was talking with my sister the night before (easy-she sings in the band, it's not that kind of story) and she said we should share one room-one guy always brings his wife and they wanted their own room; the other two guys wanted to party. That way we could party for a while but have somewhere to go when we got tired. Fine with me, I was just happy I wouldn't have to drive all the way home after playing. The day of the gig, my sister called again-would I mind if Gina stayed in the room with us. I think I may have been getting set up. I'm sure my sister knows I have the hots for Gina. But there have been complications with either of us acting on this-my wife and her husband. Maybe with us being out of town and without our significant others would change things. "Sure, fine, she can stay-as long as she can behave herself," I said. "You're probably the one that needs to behave!" was my sister's reply. The gig went great-lots of people drinking and dancing and having a good time. I kept trying to get over to Gina during our breaks, but kept getting held up by other people on the way over to her table. When it was time to get back on the stage, I would be completely frustrated. I hoped she would be at the after-party for a while so I could get a chance to talk to her. We didn't have time to check in when we first got to the hotel, so we were surprised to find out the manager had given us three of the four suites to stay in and set up the last one with a bar for us to party in after the music was over. We're usually lucky to get paid at the end of the night and we were very happy with the "rock star" treatment we were getting. When I got to the room I was sharing, there was no trace of my sister or Gina-I figured they must have already made it over to the party room. I threw my bag in an empty bedroom and headed for the party suite. My sister had a drink waiting for me when I got there, but there was no sign of Gina. I was scanning the room trying to find her when I heard my sister laugh. "She's in the bathroom," my sister said. "Who?" I answered. "I was just looking around to see if Eric had shown up." She wasn't convinced. "Right," she laughed again, finishing her beer. "I know who you're looking for. I'm having one more than I'm going to bed. DON'T wake me up when you come in." "Yeah, yeah," I assured her, telling her not to worry. She shook her finger at me and walked away. I shrugged my shoulders and gave her my absolute best innocent-baby face. I turned around for my drink and saw Gina walked out of the bathroom. She walked right up to me and took my drink. "That's gonna cost you," I said. "How much?" "I'll just put it on your tab, along with my birthday present!" This made her laugh-she had told me at my birthday party a few months earlier that she was going to give me a big kiss for my birthday. We then proceeded to get drunk and she forgot all about it. I didn't, and brought it up every chance I got. She came back with, "You know that my birthday was last month and you forgot about that, so they must cancel each other out." "No-no-no! You still owe me and now I owe you." We had a couple more drinks and things got flirtier as we got drunker. We were standing closer, talking lower and she kept bumping my arm with her chest. Maybe she was just having trouble standing, but I think it was quite intentional. I was feeling pretty good and was enjoying the moment. Gina noticed I was slipping off somewhere else and asked the worst question ever-"What are you thinking about right now?" I was rummed up enough to answer her truthfully. "All of this! A great gig, a great party and a great person to share it with. I feel like a rock star!" "Well, Rock Star, I'm getting drunk and don't remember where our room is at. Would you walk me back?" Taking that as my obvious cue, I finished my drink and took her glass and set it on the bar. "I'd hate to see you get lost and wander around up here all night," and walked her out of the room, trying to keep my cool. Once we got back to our suite, she headed right for the room she was sharing with my sister. Figuring that she was drunk and needed to get to bed, I tried one last-ditch effort-"I'm gonna have one more drink, then go to bed. Care to join me?" "Sure. I was just going to take my shoes off." Thinking she wasn't comfortable with the direction this was going, I just mixed us a couple of drinks and sat down with the remote and turned on the tv. We sat quietly for a little bit and I tried to figure out if I had been too pushy when she said, "I hope all this noise doesn't wake your sister up..." Maybe I still had a chance! Maybe she hadn't lost her nerve! I tried one more time, "There's a tv in my room, maybe we should finish these drinks in there?" I stood up, grabbed my drink and headed for my room. I took off my shoes and laid down on the bed, waiting to see what would happen. I could hear her moving around in the other room and figured she was just getting herself ready for bed and nothing was going to happen. So you can imagine my surprise when there was a light rap on the door. Before I could say anything, the door opened and there she was-looking kind of nervous. "We shouldn't be doing this," she said. "But I'm a rock star, remember?" I couldn't help my grin. "Plus you still owe me for my birthday!" "And you still owe me for mine," she said as she closed the door behind her. I was still really trying to figure out which one of my smooth moves I could try to escalate this situation when she sat on the bed next to me. I was about to say something witty, but she leaned in and cut me off with a kiss. Not the little birthday peck I was expecting-it was aggressive and anxious. It left me feeling that I wasn't the only one who wanted this to go a little further. I tried to say something again, but she held a finger to her lips and with a quiet "Shhhhh" pushed me down on the bed. She swung a leg over me and came down for another kiss-this one even better than the first. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer while she stuck her tongue in my ear and gave me some of the best dry-humping I've had since high school. I ran my hands around to those beautiful tits, grabbing as much of them as I could get in my hands. Her nipples were rock hard so I gave them each a gentle pinch, enjoying the way it made her squirm. She sat back on my hard cock and put her hands over mine, pulling them away. I thought I had pushed it too far, but then she flashed me a big smile and reached down to start unbuttoning her shirt. As she peeled her shirt off, I reached around to unhook her bra. She slid the straps down her shoulders and I finally got to see her great tits. In a flash, I had one of those hard nipples in my mouth. She couldn't take too much of that and pushed me back down, then stood up on the floor in between my legs and looked me right in the eyes as she reached to undo my jeans. She slid my jeans down my legs, brushing her cheek against the tent I had in my shorts. After she had my pants off, she knelt on the floor and reached up to get my shorts. I moved forward on the bed to try to help out and once she got the waistband over my hard-on, it was pointing right at her face. Still looking me right in the eyes, she grabbed my cock, opened her mouth and leaned in. In an instant she had my whole cock in her mouth. She reached up with her other hand to play with my balls and then really went to work on me, sliding all the way back till her lips were right at the end of my prick and then taking me all the way back in with long, slow strokes. After a while, the hand she had on my balls slid down and started tickling my ass. I scooted closer to the edge of the bed so I could spread my legs a little wider. She let my cock plop out of her mouth just long enough to suck on her finger to lube it up some and took me back in. She gave me a wink as she put her finger on my bung and started to wiggle it in. The combination of her fingering my ass and the unbelievable head I was getting was just too much-I was gonna cum hard! She must have felt my legs tensing up, because she kept her mouth clamped on my cock and worked another finger in my ass. WHAM!-that was it. I couldn't keep myself from thrusting at her mouth as I came, but she kept me in her mouth until I was finished, sucking me dry. She got up from the floor and lay down on the bed next to me as I caught my breath. I rolled over and kissed her on the mouth, tasting me on her lips. I think she must have really dug that, because she let out a little moan and pulled me closer. As we broke off the kiss, I was anxious to repay the great head I had just received and reached to undo her pants. Nothing slow or gentle going on now-I could feel the heat between her legs as I yanked the rest of her clothes off. All of her hard work had gotten her pretty riled up. I took her place on the floor and looked up to see her with both of her hands on her tits, pulling at her nipples. I would have liked to watch the show for a while, but I'm sure she was ready for some attention. I knelt down and put her legs over my shoulders, then reached in with both hands to gently spread her lips. I ran my tongue over her clit a couple times, then sucked it in between my lips. She let out a "YESSSSSS!!!" and grabbed the back of my head. I slid two fingers into her wet pussy and kept nibbling at her clit. She started bucking back at my fingers and took her hands off my head so she could get back to pinching and twisting her nipples. I tried to back off some and slow down so we could both enjoy this for a while longer, but she wouldn't have it. She grabbed the top of my head and mashed my mouth on her clit and scissored her legs tight so I couldn't go anywhere. Since she seemed to want to cum as hard as I did, I really let her have it-nipping at her clit and adding a third finger to the two I was already pushing in her. After a few minutes of this she did cum hard-I almost ended up with a broken neck and a nosebleed for my efforts. Her legs finally loosed up and as she was coming down I ran my tongue slowly up and down her wet slit. I licked the inside of each thigh, and worked my hands down to her ass. Thinking she might enjoy some of the same attention there as she had given me, I cautiously ran my tongue over her tight hole not sure how she would respond. It must have been okay with her, because she let out a quiet "ooohhhhh" and pulled her legs up. I kept up the rimming until she relaxed some, then worked my tongue right up her ass. I knew she was close to cumming again by all the bucking and moaning she was doing. I replaced my tongue with a couple of fingers. Working them in and out slowly at first, I sped up and applied more pressure as she got more comfortable. Her pussy was almost gushing, keeping my fingers and her hole nicely lubricated. I worked my other hand around her leg and got two fingers on her clit while I started lapping up her juices off her lips and thighs. Sensing she was just about to pop again, I backed off just a bit. "COME ON FUCKER!" she yelled, "I'M GONNA CUU...U..U...MMMM!" I sucked hard on her clit and worked a third finger in her ass and that was it. The scream she let out was almost enough to shatter the windows and she kicked her legs out so hard she almost knocked me through the door. I got back on the bed next to her, kissing her neck and chest as she came down for the second time. We must have both noticed the sun coming up at the same time. She jumped off the bed and started grabbing her clothes. I decided to just pull the covers over me and watch her run around. She stopped and looked at me, starting to blush. I couldn't help but laugh-after what we had just been through, me watching her walk around naked had embarrassed her. She stopped again in the open doorway and turned to say something, but instead just smiled and walked over to her room of the suite. I just drifted off to sleep-smiling, sweaty and sticky. We met up again at breakfast in the hotel dining room. I couldn't keep the smile off my face, but couldn't catch her eye. I was hoping there wasn't going to be too much awkwardness between us-that maybe I should just take it for the unreal experience it was. As I was deciding what to have for breakfast, she finally looked at me over the top of her menu, and with a little wink she slid her foot up my leg and started rubbing at my cock with her toes... This was written for a very special audience of one. If she likes it, I'll write more, but any comments are welcome. Rock Star *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * She flipped the cigarette out onto the street and blew out the smoke. She paid no mind to the old woman that glared hatefully at her, bothered by the cigarette smoke. "Eat me," she muttered under her breath and walked down the dirty sidewalk. A milling throng at the end of the sidewalk broke through her self absorption and she looked at them with mild curiosity. "Burn Victims coming to town! Woo!" a girl squealed in excitement to her friends and they screamed in unison. Terri looked over at the ticket office, its curtain still down. The light came on, and the crowd pressed against the wall, the excitement building. Terri scrambled to get out of the milling throng and stepped back to watch. Picking pockets wasn't her best talent, but in a crowd of pushing, shoving people, she might be able to snag a wallet out of an open purse, or a wallet not put back carefully enough into a pocket. She'd heard of Burn Victims, liked a couple of their songs. She especially liked the 'Fuck You' attitude of the lead singer, Emanuel Morte. The curtain in the window was raised and a few girls squealed in excitement. One did not notice when her wallet was slipped out of her purse. She would notice soon enough, but by that time, Terri would be long gone. A young man stepped away from the window, bumped into Terri, and said his apologies. He stuck his wallet back into his pocket and walked away. Terri looked at the ground and saw that his ticket, just purchased, had fallen to the ground. She picked it up and stuck it in her jacket pocket, next to the girl's wallet. She slowly but deliberately walked off. **** "Aw, kiss my ass," Emanuel Morte snarled at the group of protestors behind the police barricade. "Repent!" an old man yelled, waving a Bible at above his head. Others screamed obscenities back at the protestors and screamed in excitement as Emanuel waved to them. He and the manager of Burn Victims entered the television studio and walked down the highly polished corridor toward the studio. "Okay, one more times, no cursing, okay?" Rickie pleaded. "Bad enough half the world hates you, do you have to come off as such an uneducated jack ass?" "Fuck you," Emanuel sneered. "People who hate me are going to hate me, people who love me are going to love me, no matter what I fucking say." "See? See? That. Right there, that's what I'm talking about," Rickie said. "Fuck this and fuck that, and all people hear is the 'beep beep' of you being bleeped out." ---- "How do you answer your critics when they say you're the Antichrist?" the female reporter asked him. "I say they don't read their Bible," Emanuel laughed. "The Antichrist is supposed to rise in the East, wearing the turban of politics. I ain't no politician, I'm a fucking rock star." Rickie grimaced; that was the twenty third time in just five minutes that the audio engineer had marked his pad, the edit point for the 'bleep.' "That ain't what it says," the audio engineer muttered. "It says 'he will rise up from the sea of power.'" She laughed a nervous little giggle, asked a few more inane questions, mainly about his long blond locks, which reached the middle of his back, then wrapped up the interview. "Man but your tits are fucking nice," Emanuel whispered to her. "I'd love to suck those mother fuckers." "What about your wife?" she giggled. "Yeah, I bet she'd love to suck on them too," he guffawed. Rickie waited in the lobby while Emanuel disappeared into the dressing room of the reporter. "Aw yeah, I told you them tits were fucking nice," Emanuel laughed as he roughly grabbed and sucked them. "Easy," she giggled. "Those puppies cost me a lot!" "No, they cost your husband a lot," Emanuel corrected her and she froze for a moment. How'd he know she was married? She didn't wear wedding rings and still used her maiden name. She very rarely ever talked to any of her peers and even less rarely mentioned her middle-aged husband. She hadn't even brought him with her to the television station's Christmas party last year, telling him that it was for staff only, no spouses. He brushed his cock head across her wet pussy lips and wiggled it vigorously against her clitoris and she groaned with the delicious sensations. He entered her and she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Her orgasm was quick in coming and was nearly white-hot in intensity. She checked her make-up before leaving the dressing room; wouldn't do to look freshly fucked in front of the pathetic cast and crew she worked with. As far as she was concerned, they were so far beneath her; she was on her way to the national networks any day now while the rest of them would be stuck here in this small market forever. The same was true of her husband; he had been nice enough to help her out when she was a stripper, paying for her college tuition and giving her expensive cars to drive, but as soon as she hit the big time, he was gone. **** Terri dug the girl's wallet out and almost screamed in excitement; there was nearly four hundred dollars in cash. The girl's picture ID looked vaguely like her; Terri looked to see if there were any credit cards and whooped when she found the American Express card. She had better hurry, though, before the girl realized her wallet was missing and cancelled the card. The local department store provided her with a couple of new outfits and she even bought a stylish bag to carry the extra clothing in. Her stomach grumbled and she realized she was hungry. "What the fuck, might as well," she giggled and stepped into an upscale, expensive restaurant. The credit card paid for her lunch and left a generous tip for the waiter. "I could get used to this shit," Terri said and smiled. She saw Buckeye, one of the lookouts for Too Tall and walked across the street. "Hey, Buckeye, where's Too Tall?" she greeted him. "Around back," Buckeye nodded with his head. She nodded and started walking in the direction Buckeye had indicated. "Hey, when you and I hooking up?" he called out and she didn't bother turning around, just held up her middle finger to him. He laughed and continued to look up and down the street for any sign of trouble; other gangs, or the cops. ---- She felt the immediate euphoria when she located the vein and jabbed the needle in. "Shit, fuck me," she grunted and laughed out loud. She'd started off smoking marijuana and drinking stolen bottles of wine. Her boyfriend had turned her on to snorting cocaine and had laughed when she eagerly offered to suck his cock for some more of that wonderful stuff. He had been trying to get into her panties for nearly six months, but the nineteen year old seemed to have some weird hang-up about sex. She was on her knees; slobbering all over his cock and didn't even protest when he shot off into her mouth. She laughed and swallowed the mouthful of his semen, then bounced up and demanded some more coke. Jimmy soon found out supporting himself and a strung out girlfriend was too expensive so he passed her on to Too Tall. At first Terri had balked at having sex with a black man, but when he showed her how to shoot up the cocaine, she told him he could have all three of her holes. Within two days, Terri found herself out on the street, sucking and fucking anyone with fifty bucks. Too Tall smiled and hit Terri with a speedball, cocaine and heroin combined and she actually felt an orgasm. Four years later, no one would pay the emaciated looking girl for sex and Too Tall cut her loose. She took to stealing to support her speedball habit. **** The limousine cut through traffic and Rickie looked out the window at the drab surroundings. "Never understood what anyone ever saw in this shit hole," he said to no one in particular. "Fuck you man, my home," Mary Morte said. Rickie looked at the model and wondered at the power she seemed to possess. She was tall, six feet, and unbelievably thin. She weighed only one hundred and eight pounds and was without any curves at all. Her blonde hair always looked greasy and dirty, her eyes held no light at all. Yet she was one of the highest paid models in the industry and it was rumored that Penthouse had offered her an unbelievable five million for a spread in their magazine. The limousine picked up speed and Rickie looked back out at the landscape as the limousine rapidly approached the stadium. **** Terri came to and groaned in disgust; she'd crapped on herself again. She slowly got to her feet, found her bag, and walked to the end of the alley. Someone had accidentally left the back door to the diner open and she slipped in. If the manager saw her, he'd run her out. But he didn't see her and she managed to slip into the ladies restroom. She cleaned herself up and changed into one of the less dirty outfits she had. Inside of the blouse pocket, she found the crumpled ticket for the Burn Victims concert. Stealing a newspaper from the blind vendor down the street, she checked the date and saw that the concert was that evening. The stadium itself was within eyesight and she smiled. "Too fucking cool," she said. Too tall sold her speedball and she scurried back to her alley. When she came to again, it was getting dark. She felt the ticket scratching against her breast and decided to hurry down to the stadium. **** Rickie scurried around, checking all last minute details. "Why the fuck you keep him around?" Mary asked. "You fucking know why," Emanuel growled. "I don't like him," Mary sneered and drank more champagne, straight from the bottle. "And he don't like us either, so fucking what?" Emanuel laughed. ---- Terri could hear the band go through their sound check and actually felt the enthusiasm of the crowd and got caught up in their energy. From behind barricades, various Christian groups were begging the concertgoers to repent, to forego attending the concert of the evil rock band. Terri laughed out loud when one of the concert-goers threw a beer onto a very well endowed girl, making her tee shirt, which was adorned with 'Christ is King,' making the tee shirt translucent. The girl shrieked and covered her now visible breasts and ran away. The gates were opened and Terri joined in the mad scramble to get to the gates. "Damn, did it get caught in the washing machine?" the guy asked and smiled a nearly toothless smile at Terri's crumpled up ticket. "Uh huh," Terri said and he smiled and waved her into the stadium. She snagged a couple of dollars out of a girl's wallet, dumped the wallet into a garbage can, and bought herself some nachos and a cup of beer. Another girl walked by, purse wide open, just begging to be hit. Terri helped herself to her wallet too. "Ten bucks?" Terri snorted and threw the wallet into a nearby garbage can. She found the assigned seat, nearly in the front row and finished her beer. The opening band came on, but was very quickly booed off the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen!" Rickie's whining voice cut through the darkness, booming from the several speakers spread out around the stadium. "Are you ready to feel the burn?" The crowd roared its approval. Terri could actually feel the dense wall of sound as Burn Victims thrashed into the first song. "Hey," someone said to Terri, nearly two hours into the show. "What?" she screamed back at him. "Emanuel wants you back stage," the man said. He had on an armband, signifying he was indeed with the band. Onstage, Emanuel smiled right at her, while holding the microphone between his legs, miming a fucking motion. "No fucking way!" Terri laughed and got to her feet to follow the man. "Are you ready to pray?" Emanuel screamed into the microphone. The crowd screamed the affirmative. "Unearthly father," he crooned into the microphone then held it out to the crowd for them to repeat "Unearthly father." ---- Terri followed the man underneath the stage itself then down a maze of corridors. "Want anything?" he asked her when he finally stopped by a door. "We got beer, champagne, vodka." He leaned closer to Terri. "Marijuana, cocaine, heroin, anything thing you want, we fucking got. Know what I'm saying?" "Yeah!" she said, eyes open wide. Inside was a large monitor, showing the stage. Emanuel was really whipping the crowd into frenzy. Five speakers boomed the sound into the small room and Terri sat on a comfortable couch and watched as Emanuel removed his shirt and threw it out into the audience. The screams of the crowd came through the speakers loud and clear. The roadie located the cocaine and heroin and handed Terri two small bags. HE left the room. Emanuel's skintight leather pants followed and Emanuel strutted around, dressed only in leopard print thong. He put his thumbs into the waistband and pushed down and the lights went out. The screams were deafening, even all the way backstage. Terri gasped and groaned as she felt the speedball course through her veins. Instead of passing out, though, she felt wide-awake, alert, energized. "Fuck yeah," she giggled. "Hey, glad you could make it," Emanuel smiled as he strutted in, still dress only in boots and the leopard print thong. "Yeah, how's it going?" Terri said. "Fucking great!" Emanuel screamed. "Man! I just fucking get off on this shit, you know?" "Yeah, I bet," Terri, said. "Hey, one of us got too much clothes on," Emanuel said. "Uh huh," Terri said and stood up. "That's right, bitch, nice and fucking slow, aw but you one hot piece of ass," he encouraged and she stripped as slowly and seductively as she could. "Let's talk about the commandments," he said and stepped out of his thong. "Yeah, whatever," Terri said and reached out and stroked his thick cock with her hand. "You ever skip going to church?" Emanuel asked and rubbed his fingers through Terri's dark brown bush. "Yeah," Terri giggled. "Once, I skipped so I could get all fucked up, and my boyfriend..." "Jimmy," Emanuel said and cruelly pinched one of Terri's nipples hard. "Yeah," Terri said and moaned, half in pain and half in pleasure. "He wanted to fuck, so I'm smoking a big old jay, and he's just plowing me, you know?" "Ever take the God Damned fucking Lord's name in vain?" Emanuel laughed. "God damned right!" Terri giggled as Emanuel's fingers tickled her pussy. "And I'll bet you don't worship Him, do you?" Emanuel asked and put his cock to the entrance of her pussy. "Fuck no," Terri giggled. "And as far as honoring your father and your mother," he laughed and shoved his erection into her. "That old cunt?" Terri asked and orgasmed hard. "Uh huh," Emanuel laughed. "What about Daddy?" "Wrinkled up little dick?" Terri asked and groaned again in orgasm. "Let me fuck you up the ass," Emanuel begged and Terri nodded her head in agreement. "Go slow, I ain't never done this before," she lied. "Bull fucking shit!" he laughed out loud. "No, no, not on your knees, I like to fuck them up the ass and look in their eyes." "What you mean 'Bull fucking shit?'" Terri asked, getting a little angry. She still lay down on her back, on the comfortable couch. He stared into her eyes and put his cock head against her anus. "You let Too Tall fuck you up the ass the first time you met him," he said and forced the head just inside of her. "God damn, that's a big mother fucker!" Terri grunted in agony. "So, ever kill anyone?" Emanuel asked and looked into her eyes. "Uh uh," she said and shook her head no. Sweat began to bead on her forehead. "Wrong!" he laughed. "You've known for two years you're HIV Positive, and have let quite a few guys fuck you. You shared needles with others, knowing that you were giving them your disease." "How the fuck you know that?" she asked, beginning to sweat even more. "Ever steal, Terri?" he asked and thrust his cock into her a millimeter. Tears sprang to her eyes; his cock was really hurting her. The skin felt dry, even though he'd just been in her pussy, which was still drooling her excitement. "Yeah," she barely managed to gasp out. Hey, how the fuck you know my name?" "Of course you've stolen," he laughed out loud and she gasped. His face had changed to the face of the young man whose ticket she'd snagged. The door opened and Mary Morte walked in. She picked up the bottle of champagne and upended it. She looked over at Terri and Terri wanted to scream; her face had changed to the face of the girl whose wallet she'd snagged. "My wife," Emanuel said. "But you knew I was married when you started fucking me, huh?" "Yes," Terri moaned. "That's adultery, Terri, but what the fuck do you care?" Emanuel laughed. The pain was intense. His cock felt as if it had swelled five times its normal size in her bowels. Where his fingers dug into her hips felt as if he were tearing her flesh with his fingernails. "And you're a liar," Emanuel went on. Terri didn't respond; there was no need to. "Ever wonder where the name Emanuel Morte comes from?" he asked and groaned aloud; he was buried in her to the hilt. "Ever coveted the possessions of others?" Mary asked, rubbing her hairy pussy while watching her husband sodomize the young woman. "NO, please, no more," Terri, begged. "Emanuel is the name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ," Emanuel said. He pronounced 'Jesus Christ' as if it were a vulgar word. "We call him Jesus, Aramaic for 'Lord who saves,'" Mary growled. "Christos is Greek for 'Teacher,'" Emanuel said and began to pull out of her raw bowels. "And Mort is Latin for 'Death;' that's where we get such beautiful words like 'Mortician' and 'Rigor Mortis,'" Mary giggled. "And Mary is the name of the Mother of God," Terri groaned. "That's right," Mary smiled and lightly stroked Terri's face with her hand. Terri could feel the flesh tear where Mary stroked. She looked up into Emanuel's eyes, begging for mercy, but saw flames begin to appear in his eyes. Drool dripped from his fangs and dripped onto her face. The droplets burned like acid. He began to thrust in and out of her vigorously. "Jesus Christ, have mercy on my soul," Terri screamed out. "No!" both Emanuel and Mary howled in despair. **** The paramedics checked for vital signs, shook their heads and put the lifeless body not the gurney. The smell in the stadium's filthy restroom was stifling and they were both glad to get out of the foul smelling enclosure. The medical examiner assigned the body to an intern; cause of death was fairly apparent. The crusty needle was still in her arm, most of the heroin and cocaine still in the syringe. The intern cut into the abdominal cavity and vomited heartily. "Jesus fucking Christ," the ME muttered as he looked at Terri's internal organs. They had been burned horribly. Even her bones looked as if they'd been charred. ---- "Fucking told you and fucking told you," Rickie said as he spat on the groveling Emanuel and Mary. "Fuck them, claim them for me, then move on. But no! You two are so in love with the sounds of your own voices, you have to just talk and talk!" "We're sorry!" Mary cried out, Rickie's spittle burning her flesh likes acid. "No where near as sorry as you're about to be," Rickie howled. ---- The female reporter hummed to herself happily as she felt Emanuel's baby begin to kick again. The End. **Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure. I post them here for your pleasure. If this is not your genre, your cup of tea, don't read it. If you want to submit feedback but don't have the balls to use your screen name, go get your mommy to do it for you. Honestly, I do not mind negative feedback; some of it is warranted and some of it is actually helpful. Rock Star But if you're pissed off at the world and want to take it out on me, quit being a dickless wonder hiding behind 'Anonymous.' Rock Star She walked through the streets with those thoughts and tried to get away from the crowds. Mardi Gras was coming soon and she dreaded the thought. In fact, she was thinking of getting away from town for a few days, just so she didn't have to deal with it. All in all, it was pretty disgusting. When she turned the last corner to her street, she breathed in the night air and was thankful for the quietness at last. She had a small flat in the part of the Quarter that was unscathed by tourists. She was a hairdresser and a waitress and that made just enough money to afford her own place. As she got closer to her flat, she noticed a very nice and very expensive car parked by the curb. She never owned a car and couldn't tell what kind it was, but suddenly she had a feeling who the owner was. Her stomach tightened up as she saw the figure dressed in black sitting on her steps. When he saw her, he stood up and waited for her to come up the walkway. She slowly approached her gate and swung the wrought iron open. The air was completely still as she faced him. "Darlene..." he said very softly. "What are you doing here?" she asked in a louder voice. "I -I had to see you." She shook her head. "I can't see why you would. Unless you want to fuck me in the ass again." She stood only feet away from him and her whole body trembled as she said that. Suddenly the rage was back. His hands clenched by his side and he sighed deeply. "I'm so sorry - fuck, I don't know what happened..." "Well I do, and you should consider yourself lucky I didn't tell anyone," she said defiantly. She couldn't see his face well, but she definitely saw him flinch. "You-you didn't tell anyone?" "No," she sighed. "I couldn't. I doubt anyone would believe me anyways." She heard him let out a sigh. Prick, she thought, that's all he wanted to know. "I don't blame you if you did," he said. Suddenly she could feel her anger begin to ebb. He was standing before her. Just a few feet separated her from that body. Whatever had happened that night, she couldn't forget the burning feeling of his lips on hers. She shook it off. "I have to go in now," she said simply. "No...please...let me make it up to you." She frowned in the darkness. She definitely wasn't expecting that. "How?" she asked. "We'll go out to dinner. I know a great restaurant-" "There's only like a million of those in New Orleans," she laughed, but her laugh was short and harsh. "No, really. It's cozy and stuff." "Stuff?" He laughed and she practically melted. He sensed that and lowered his voice. "Please, Darlene. Say yes." "Uhhh...ok," she heard herself say. "But I have to change first." "No, no...you look fine. Look at me - I never dress up." She did look at him and that was the problem. Would she make the same mistake twice? He drove them to a restaurant that she had only read about but could never afford. It was obvious that he knew the owner because they got right in and had a quiet, secluded booth in the back. They settled in and there was a silence. "Um...I feel like shit," he said at last. "I fucked up big time." She sat perfectly still and looked at him with his head lowered. "Please, let's not talk about it now," she said quietly. He looked up at her with large eyes and they looked greener than before. "Ok, you're right. Later." He let out a big sigh and looked for the waiter. Darlene gradually began to relax as they drank and ate and talked. He talked in a hesitant voice but he smiled more. His boyish looks showed with each smile and sometimes he was even a bit goofy. Other times he seemed shy. He started to talk about the tour on their second drink. He drank beer and she had vodka tonics. "Yeah, it's a total freak show. Both on the stage and off. Fuck, these guys who tour with me are nuts!" He laughed again and looked at her. "I guess you know about the fans," he said. "Oh yeah, I'm one of them remember? And there are some really scary ones out there." "But not you." "But not me," she grinned. He got quiet for a second and got serious. "Sometimes it was tough, I mean really fucking tough. The travel, the stress, everything. After every show I would just be so drained. Not too mention cut up and bruised." He laughed slightly at this and started to play with the label on his beer. Darlene listened, soaking it all in. "Everyone wants a piece of you, ya know?" he asked, running his hand through his hair. "I understand," she said softly. They were treading dangerous water again - getting back to that night... He let out a long sigh and took a drink from his beer. "Ok," he said, looking up at her. "Enough of that shit. What about you?" "Me?" she laughed. "What do you want to know?" "Um, do you have a boyfriend or something?" She blushed a furious red color at that question. "Oh shit, was that a bad question to ask? I mean-" "No I, ah, don't have a boyfriend right now." That implied something and she was worried about that night again. "I'm really fucking this up again, aren't I?" he said. She shook her head and red curls went everywhere. He smiled at her, taking in the sight before him. He thought that maybe he should cool it a little. Not get heavy about anything. But they had done all the small talk before. That night. In his sitting room. With the Absinthe. He shuddered when he thought of what had happened after she left. It took a few days to get the stink of Absinthe out of that room. He suddenly looked up and realized she was asking him a question. "Do you still have your dogs?" she repeated when she saw that was thinking about something that was obviously bothering him. "Oh yeah, I do. They weren't there when you, um...they were at a friend's." "Oh," she said and then by some small miracle the food arrived and they were saved from further uncomfortable conversation. As they ate, he asked her about different foods in New Orleans. She was glad for the distraction and told him about the local specialties. It was something she knew and was good at. "I've been here a few years, but I haven't nailed everything down yet. Explain gumbo again?" She laughed and he smiled at her. Again, an almost boyish charm showed on his face. Not the seriousness she had seen many, many times in videos. This wasn't his 'public' face. "Well, let me explain..." Dinner ended and they left the restaurant feeling a little more at ease with each other. That is, until the valet brought the car around. When she slid in the leather seat and they sped off, she sensed he was about to ask something. There was no music on in the car. The only sound was the swishing sound of the rain beneath the tires. She realized they were headed to the Garden District. "Darlene," he began quietly. "Please...please come back to my house. I swear it will be different." She took a deep breath, held it and let it out. "I'm not sure...it was very traumatic for me..." "Fuck. I know it was, believe me. I want to make it up to you." He slid his hand over hers. "Please..." His voice almost broke when he said that and she knew he was sincere then. "Ok. I will." His hand squeezed hers and he thanked her. Walking back into the sprawling house this time, she felt a bit more hesitant and less in awe of everything. The dogs were all over him and then cautiously sniffing her out. She laughed and began to touch them, not being afraid of dogs at all. He was immediately at ease with them and it made her feel better. He played with them for a while and sent them on to yet another part of the house. It was much bigger than she originally thought. Music came on, but it was different. She noticed it was the Cure. She followed down a hallway to a small, cozy room that was a library of some sorts. There was a big comfy leather couch and one wall was lined with books. It was much more manly than the red sitting room, but she instantly liked it and felt at ease there. He brought two beers with him and they settled on the couch. Darlene took a long drink from hers and leaned back against the softness of the couch. This time her head was much clearer and she was in tune with her body. It was sending mixed signals of caution and desire. He sat near her and let out a long, deep sigh. "Ok, now we should talk. I just have to get this out," he started. "Again, I apologize for what happened that night. I was so fucking drained from the show and the touring thing. It had been forever since I had sex and...shit, I don't know..." She said nothing. "I only wanted to take something that night and you were it." He sighed again. "That was so obviously wrong. You didn't deserve any of it. "After you left, I spent a lot of days in isolation. I just spent time getting used to being home again and taking care of business, but I kept thinking about you. I could have been the typical guy, been a prick and forget about you and shit, but I couldn't." He stopped and put his beer down. "What I did has no excuse really. But if you want to go ahead and hit me, I'd totally fucking understand." She looked at him now. "What? Hit you? What are you fucking nuts?" she cried. "No. I'm not." He slid off the couch and got on his knees in front of her. He raised his head and his hair fell away exposing his long sideburns. His eyes were wide and for once his emotions were laid bare to her. "I-I...can't do that," she said. His eyes pleaded with her. "I forgive you," she said quietly. He let out a small sob and pushed his head against her knees. She felt his arms go around her legs and was literally stunned by this display. He held on to her tightly and her hands tentatively began to stroke his hair. Darlene sat there and tried to comprehend his actions but it was just too bizarre. She continued to stroke his hair and sighed as the thick, silky strands glided over her fingers. When she pushed all the hair from his face, he pulled away and looked up at her. "I still want you," he whispered. "But not like the time before...you're beautiful, Darlene, and you should be worshipped." He slowly got to his feet and then leaned over her. She tilted her head up to meet his lips and he pressed them home. This time was different. The kiss was hungry, but almost respectful. Darlene began to soften and her hands went up to encircle his back. And this time he let her. She felt the hunger too and pulled him closer to her. Her mouth opened and he eagerly slipped in. His hands were stroking her long red locks and her shoulders. She purred against his mouth and began to rub her leg against his hard thigh. When at last he broke the kiss, it was only to suggest they go upstairs. "Are you ok with that?" he asked softly. She nodded and stood up with him. He took in her beauty and pulled her to him again for another deep kiss. She felt her knees getting wobbly and clung to him. "This time will be better. It will be different," he whispered. "You shine in a world full of ugliness. You matter when everything is meaningless." He led her up the dark stairs to the bedroom at the end of the hallway. She stiffened slightly when she saw the bed. Arms went around her and she relaxed. "Let me undress you," he said softly in her ear. "Lay on the bed." She moved over to the bed and laid back on it. Her breasts rose and lowered as she took deep breaths to calm herself. Another Cure disc came on and surrounded them with soft, gentle sounds. She looked up at him and he began to undress for her. As he pulled off his t-shirt, she realized that she didn't really get a good look at his body before. Most of the time she was on her stomach and he was behind her. She shuddered a little and put it behind her, turning her focus to him now. His chest was smooth and hard. His arms were tight and muscular, but not too. She noticed several healed cuts on them. When he unbuckled his jeans and slid them off with his boxers, she saw his semi-hard cock hanging there and licked her lips. His thighs looked hard and powerful. Again, she noticed more healed cuts on his legs. No doubt from his on-stage antics. Standing naked above her, he rubbed his cock a bit and sighed. He eased his body down on the soft sheets next to her and began to slowly unbutton her shirt. She trembled under his touch as each button was plucked and more of her body was exposed to him. It was if it was the first time he was seeing her naked and it excited her. Already she could feel herself getting wet. When the shirt was open, he simply pushed up her bra. Her white breasts spilled out and he gasped at her hard, pink nipples. "Oh god, they're lovely," he said as he lowered his head to take one into his mouth. Darlene groaned as his mouth closed around her most sensitive area. His mouth was eager and hungry as he licked and sucked the flesh into hard little nubs. She was vaguely aware of his hand sliding down her hard, smooth stomach to the waistband of her jeans. Her arms were splayed out to her sides as he began to have his way with her, but she was willing to do that for him. In fact, she wanted more. "Oh sweetie..." she started, but couldn't continue as he slid his hand inside her jeans. She spread her legs open wide for him. His hand pushed lower underneath her panties and brushed against her soft, red pubic hairs. A finger flicked and her pussy opened to him. "Mmmmmm, baby, you're wet," he murmured as he bent his head to her other nipple. She gasped and writhed under his expert touch. He pulled his hand out of her jeans and plucked the button open and eased the zipper down. She helped him get the jeans and panties off in a quick flurry of movement and suddenly her warm, soft mound was bare to him. Little time was wasted as he brought his hand to her wet center and began to slowly stroke. His mouth was at her breasts, nursing her nipples hungrily and his other hand was brushing her hair. "Ohhhhh...that feels wonderful..." she moaned. "Mmmmm, you deserve it, my sweet." His finger found her clit and he rubbed it lightly. Darlene's whole body tensed from the slight pressure he applied. At last he pulled away and let her remove her shirt and bra. As he gazed down at her naked form on his bed, his cock twitched. He wanted her so very badly now, but he promised her and himself that she would be worshipped. And that was what he was going to do right now. He moved around to kneel between her legs. Using each hand, he gently spread them apart to gaze at her pussy lips. They were glistening with wetness and he grinned as she was slowly opening up to him. Bending his head, he brought his tongue down to begin to lick the sweetness there. As soon as he touched her, she cried out. He smiled as his tongue began to probe and tease her lips apart. Her lips were so smooth and puffy as he licked and sucked them into his mouth. And her moans turned him on immensely. He brought his tongue up a little and found her clit poking out from under its little hood. Slowly, he encircled it once, twice, three times. Each time brought little gasps and pants from her. "You like this don't you?" he asked. "Oh yes...I fucking love it," she gasped. "Tell me." She swallowed. "I love the way you eat me. I love the feel of your tongue on my clit." "Mmmmmmm" was all he said as he brought two fingers up to her opening. As his tongue sucked her clit into his mouth, his fingers pushed inside her hole. Darlene tensed for an instant then relaxed. He felt her pussy open up for him and gently close around his fingers. She was incredibly wet now and he sucked the juices oozing from her slit. He got into a little rhythm with her - sucking her clit and finger fucking her hole. She moaned and gasped and writhed in ecstasy as he continued. Slowly he increased the speed and she found herself clutching the sheets around her. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! I...I'm gonna cum soon!" That only increased the speed of his assault and soon she was practically screaming. "Oh god........yessssssss....I'm cumming!!!" "Yeah, that's it baby...cum all over my fingers," he urged. That was it. She screamed and thrashed under his face and came very, very hard. Her juices coated his face as she finally released all the frustration and desire of the last few weeks. When he pulled his fingers out, they were coated with cum. He brought them up to her open mouth and pushed them inside. "Taste yourself. See what I've been enjoying." She sucked her own juices off his fingers and moaned softly. Her body had been wracked by the orgasm, but he was continuing to turn her on with his actions. He eased himself next to her and gently stroked her side as she came down from the incredible high she had just experienced. "You were lovely," he whispered in her ear. He shifted his body and she felt heat radiating from him. Never was she so aware of his presence as she was now. He moved again and his cock pressed against her leg. "I want you to do something for me now," he said. "What?" "I want to tie you up and fuck you." Her eyes opened wide and she tried to sit up. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" she said, her voice rising. He smiled at her and put his arms around her. "No, no...not like that. I told you, it would be different." She looked at him like he was crazy. "Darlene...my sweet...you'll really like this. I promise. Please, trust me. If you don't like anything about it, then you can just go." He looked deep into her eyes and his face was completely open to her again. "How...how are you going to tie me?" "On your back, arms and legs spread and tied. You'll love it, I swear. The last thing I want to do is hurt you." She sighed deeply. "Is everything give and take with you?" she asked. "Yes," he answered simply. She sighed deeply. "Alright then. Do what you have to do." His hand went under her chin and he lifted her face to his. "I don't have to do this. I want to do this. Always remember that." He slid off the bed and went into the big closet again. She wondered what the hell he had in there. When he returned, he had four long velvet ropes. "Lie on your back and let me bind you." She eased back in the middle of the bed. He placed a pillow under her head and began to bind her wrists with the ropes. Each rope then went around the bedpost. He did the same thing to her legs. Darlene laid there on his bed fully open, exposed and helpless to him. In her mind she couldn't believe what was happening. This was definitely something she never fantasized about. He knelt between her legs and she was suddenly aware of his cock. It was going to enter her and it would be different. Somehow she knew that this time. He moved his entire body so that he was practically straddling her face. His cock brushed her face and she moved her tongue out to lick it. But he pulled it up and away from her and pushed his balls against her full lips. "Lick my balls," he breathed. "Suck them into your mouth." She opened her mouth to take one of his balls into her mouth and when she began to suck, he let out a long, low moan. She continued to stroke his sac with her tongue over and over, coating it with her saliva. He moved slightly and she started on the other one. As she sucked harder and harder, he moaned louder. At last he stopped and moved away. She looked at his cock and it was standing straight up. When she looked at his face, it was flushed and he was breathing heavy. "Oh god...that was fucking great," he panted. He lowered his body over hers and began to lick her breasts. His hands went around each one and began to squeeze her firm flesh. She groaned and squirmed beneath him but he didn't let up for a second. Moving from nipple to nipple he licked and then gently bit the hard nubs. She cried out in pure pleasure and urged him on. Rock Star When he pushed her breasts together and started to lick between them, she begged him to fuck her. He stopped and looked at her. "You want me?" he asked. "Yes, oh yes," she wailed. "Fuck meeeeeee. Please." He went back to sucking her breasts. "How bad to you want it?" he said between licks. She was moving her pelvis obscenely now - thrusting and grinding it upwards, trying to search out his cock. Her ass rubbed against the sheets. "I want you so bad...fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard!" Her face was very flushed and her eyes were glazed over with lust. This was the moment he had dreamed about. He brought his cock to her wet entrance and in one long, brutal thrust he was inside. "Oh MY GOD!" she screamed. He grunted as her warm pussy walls totally engulfed his throbbing cock. She was still very wet and he wanted to explode right then as he began to fuck her. "Oh yeah...you're so wet. I love how it feels around my cock," he breathed into her ear. His body was over hers and she so very desperately wanted to put her arms around him and run her nails up and down his back, but she was bound and helpless beneath him. Instead she looked up at his face and saw lust all over it. But this time there was no pain. He lowered his head and began to kiss her deeply as his cock slowly slid in and out of her moist, wet hole. She moaned and cried into his mouth and urged him to go harder, deeper, faster. He raised himself up with his arms and she saw the muscles bulge out. She sighed and he began to pump her harder. Every inch of his cock filled her and it was delicious and she wanted more. "Mmmm...fuck me, oh fuck me baby," she pleaded. He obeyed her wishes and began to brutally take her. Each hard thrust made her tits shake and her mouth hang open in ecstasy. "Yeah...I wanna fuck you all night," he moaned. "I wanna cum in you and on you." "Oh god, yeah do it. Push that cock in me and cummmmmm." That was all he needed now. His thrusts were long and hard and very deep and when she looked up his face again, it was contorted into a mask of pain and longing. "Ughhhhhhhh...oh yessssssssss..." He threw his head back and screamed and howled as he came in one long thrust. Darlene moaned as his cum began to fill her and she came along with him. The ropes cut into her ankles and wrists as she thrashed beneath his body and the orgasm took her over the edge. When he untied her, the ropes left red marks. He remarked that she had really strained against them and she blushed. They lay next to each other under the sheets, bodies just touching but nothing else. Darlene, feeling content, slowly felt herself drift off to sleep. She awoke that morning feel very refreshed. The satin sheets caressed her naked body and for a while enjoyed the luxurious feeling. Then she rolled over and remembered she wasn't alone. She almost screamed when she saw him sleeping there - it had been so long since she had slept with someone. Then she calmed down and watched him. He was still in a deep sleep. Her eyes wandered over his body as he lay there on this back. His soft breathing was slow and steady and his face was slack. The sheets had shifted away from his body and only covered his lower half. She gazed at his smooth, hard chest as it rose and fell and wondered how the heck she got this far. What she had done that night was the envy of everyone she knew, even some of her male friends. It was the most unbelievable experience of her young life. Slowly, she moved her hand to touch those muscular arms. As her fingers softly stroked his smooth skin, his breathing changed a little but he didn't stir. She sighed, as at last she was able to touch him the way she wanted. Her hand flattened and pressed against his biceps and she marveled at their hardness. Feeling bold, she wanted to experience more of that hardness. Easing the sheet off of him was easy. He moved a little but didn't wake. She was amazed at how sound he slept. She inched it slowly down and away from his body until his cock was in full view. A slow smile crept across her face when she saw that he was semi-hard. Darlene moved so that she was nearer to him and very cautiously she took him into her hand. Her warm fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezed gently. He let out a soft sigh, so she decided to continue. Lowering her head, she took him into her mouth and began to suck. This time the sigh became a soft moan and his eyelids fluttered open. He looked at her red hair as it fell away from her face and tickled his legs. His cock was engulfed by her wet mouth and was growing by the second. It was a wonderful way to wake up, he thought as he lay there. Her mouth did wonders to fully arouse him, but she needed more. Her own body was aroused as well. A tingling feeling spread in her pussy and she could feel the wetness seep between her lips. Her mouth left his cock and she rose up on her knees. "I wanna ride you, baby," she breathed. "Then do it," he grinned. She straddled his body and guided his cock to her warm pussy. Slowly, she rubbed her moist lips against the swelling head, teasing him a bit. He groaned softly and stroked her thighs. "Let me get inside you," he said softly. She opened her legs wider and eased herself down on his rigid cock. A soft gasp escaped her mouth as she lowered herself all the way down. She leaned over him and pushed her soft breasts at him. "Stroke my nipples...pleeeease." He reached up and began to tease her nipples as she rocked back and forth on his cock. "Oh my god..." she moaned. "That feels so fucking good." Darlene rode his cock, eyes shut. His fingers pinched and pulled her nipples and she thought she would explode, but she wanted this to last. "Play with your clit," he urged. Her fingers pushed down in between them and began to rub her hard little clit. "Ohhhhh...fuck," she panted. Each stroke of her nub sent vibrations through her body all the way to her puffy nipples. She felt his hands slide to her ass where they squeezed her cheeks hard. "You're so wet, darling," he moaned. "Yessss...I am." She smiled down at him before tossing her head back. Red hair flew everywhere as she rode his sweet cock closer to orgasm. When she looked back down on him, desire and lust were written all over his face. Seeing him like that brought her that much closer to the brink. "I wanna cum, baby," she said. "The do it...flow all over my cock..." Her pushed her fingers hard against her clit and locked her eyes to his. His cock was sliding in and out of her cunt making squooshing noises. "Oh...oh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried and then her orgasm took her hard, bringing her over the edge. "Oh yeahhhh, cum baby," he urged. Darlene stopped moving and just let her fingers prolong her orgasm until she was weak with pleasure. At that moment she looked at him and he exploded in her pussy without a sound. "Yeahhhh," she said, watching him. His face contorted as he came very hard inside her. She leaned down to kiss him hard on the mouth and they rocked together for a while, coming down from the incredible high. Finally, she slid off his cock and lay next to him. His arms went around her and pulled her close. At last their breathing returned to normal and she whispered to him: "Thank you...Trent..."