Rockstar, Erotica

Rocky Road to Christmas Part 1

Being invited backstage was like a dream, but would they connect?

Lars winked a me! The lead singer of Danger Pitch had really winked at me when our eyes had met during his performance. Others would say I was imagining things, but to me it was clear as day. The butterflies in my stomach were twirling and I danced and jumped even more fervently to their music than before.

The concert was amazing. I was front row the entire time. My ears were ringing from standing too close to the speakers, but I needed to be as close as possible to the band.

The applause died down once we were convinced they really weren’t coming back after the encore had ended. I was tired, but filled with excitement at the same time. I stayed close to the stage, waiting for them to come out to talk to fans and to give autographs.

Erica was the first one who came out. She played the guitar and did back-up vocals. She was not the object of my affection. She was a decent artist, but I did not care for her. There were plenty of boys waiting for her, wanting a smidgen of her attention.

After Erica, Matthew and Zobo came out, the bassist and drummer respectively. Last out was Lars. His blond short hair was still dripping water from the fresh-up backstage. His eyeliner was slightly smudged and the set of his eyes was tired. Nonetheless he put up his best smile and threw himself before the lions.

All the fans waiting, flocked around him.

I waited. I hated being in the midst of the clingy fans who drooled at every move he made, every word he uttered.

Ten/fifteen minutes later most of the fans had walked off. He had given them all the signatures and pictures they wanted. He was joking with Matthew, his best friend according to their bios. I was wondering what to do now. I too wanted my minute with him, but I didn’t want to be another cumbersome fan. Which, I had to admit, I was.

I took a deep breath, pulled the band picture out of my purse and walked over to him. I waited a second. Matthew saw me and nudged Lars. He turned around. Instead of irritation I saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes and then a big smile spread over his face.

“You. I saw you.”

It’s a fan’s biggest dream to be recognised by her idol. I felt my cheeks get red hot. “I loved your show.” Yes, the fangirl line was the only thing that popped out.

“Good, good, glad you enjoyed it.” He laughed at my unease. He held out his hand. Confused by why he would want to shake hands, I gave him mine. He pulled me in close. “I was going to sign the picture you’re holding, but this is also fine. Better even.”

He held onto my hand. I looked up into his eyes and saw a devilish glint.

“I’m sorry, I…” I tried to pull away my hand, but he wouldn’t let me. “I loved the new song.”

“Alaska loves? Yeah, it’s pretty neat. It needs some retouches, but I think it’ll end up on the next album.”

“Oh, are you recording a new album?”

“Yes, most of the songs have been written.” While he talked, he took the band picture and put it on the table next to him. He pulled me in closer. “We’re testing some of the new stuff to see how the crowd reacts. I’m glad to hear you liked ‘Alaska Loves’.” He bent closer and put his cheek to mine. I stiffened and didn’t dare move. “That’s valuable information.” He rubbed my cheek with his before staring into my eyes. His proximity was intoxicating, as was his smell. The mixture of sweat, deodorant and a hint of beer was a definite turn-on. Lars seemed to be reading me, as if contemplating his next move. His eyes narrowed. “Would you like…a drink?” He let go of me to turn towards the bar. I exhaled. Wow, that had been intense.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Erm, just a coke, please.” I shook my head to shake off some of the intensity. Was this really happening?

He turned to the bar and ordered the drinks. He returned, carrying the two glasses.

“Here you go. I don’t know your name?”

“Thanks, I’m Marissa.”

“Lars, nice to meet you.” He wiped a lock of wet hair out of his face. “So, do you come here often?”

We chatted about the venue and about the music I listen to while drinking our beverages. During the conversation he moved towards me. Our arms were touching by the time he took the last swig.

He took my empty glass from me and put it away. He took both my hands and pulled me in close.

“You’re very pretty, Marissa.”

It was like my heart stopped. I blushed bright red and I didn’t know where to look. “Thanks.”

“I’m going to freshen up at the dressing room. Want to come?”

“Yes.” That came out way too fast and happy.

He smiled in response and took my hand. “Come.”

I noticed how Matthew winked at Lars. He signalled with his thumb up. Lars laughed and pulled me along.

The security guarding the backstage door let us both through after Lars had shown him his yellow bracelet.

Lars led me to a large room. It was decorated with mirrors, of course, and with lots of posters of bands who had performed there. The room was strewn with cables, equipment, towels, shirts, empty beer cans and empty water bottles. He slouched on the couch and pulled me next to him. He pulled out a t-shirt from underneath me and draped it over the arm rest next to him.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Want a beer?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m good. Thanks.”

I had sat upright, but he pulled me back into his arms.

“Come here. I want you close.” He had his arm around me. He stroked my upper arm and accidentally brushed my breast. “You feel so soft. You know, being on stage, seeing everyone partying, jumping and dancing to our music, it always…it makes me so hard.” The last phrase he whispered into my ear.

Was this really happening? Was I really sitting next to Lars from Danger Pitch who’s telling me he was turned on?

In the next moment he bent forward and kissed my neck. I arched my back and leaned into him. I gasped. I couldn’t believe how hot it was, how hot he was. I turned my head and our mouths found each other. My hand gripped his neck. My fingers became entangled in his cold wet hair. His tongue stroked my lips, pushing to gain entrance that I willingly gave him. His kiss was hot, wet…dominating. He took charge of my mouth, wanting to be in control. Our tongues circled each other, dancing to a song ignited by our passion. He massaged my breasts, teetering on the brink of pain and pleasure. I didn’t care. I wanted all of him. I enjoyed his taste of manliness, of beer, of lingering unending sweetness. I didn’t think I had ever been aroused like this before.

Lars pulled back.

“Please,” I uttered, while still breathless. I didn’t know precisely what I wanted, but I needed him, I wanted more of him.

He grunted in answer. Our lust extended over language. He undid his pants and pulled out his magnificent cock. Seemingly from out of nowhere he produced a condom and put it on.

“Please.” He mimicked my phrase as he stared intently at me with dark dilated pupils and his mouth still open. He didn’t need to ask.

I knelt on the floor before him and closed my mouth over the tip of his hard penis. He was larger than average and his erection stood nearly straight up.

“Oh,” he exclaimed as I started to move my head up and down.

He was plain delicious. His form, his smell, his soft panting out of pleasure. He clawed at the couch while I sucked him hard. My tongue continued the dance we had started earlier, but now with his most tender flesh. He moaned hard while I bobbed my head up and down.

“No…I’m…oh,” he stammered.

I relished his squeals of pleasure while I sucked hard and took him in as deep as I dared. He gripped my head and held me still. He pushed deeper into my mouth while he reached his orgasm with a loud releasing moan. I continued to stimulate his cock with my tongue.

“No, no, no more,” he uttered in a panicked tone.

I smiled as he pushed me away. I sat down next to him and snuggled into his arms. I had done it. I had pleased Lars. And it had been wilder than my wildest dreams.

I turned around and sat with my back against the couch, still between his legs. Thousand thoughts ran through my mind. The one thought blocking all others out was: how lucky was I to be sitting here with Lars. I had dreamed of this situation so many times and now it had come true. Lars bent forward and kissed me in my neck. I shuddered in pleasure.

“Thank you. You okay?” He asked.

“Perfect.”

He let out a satisfied sigh. “What’s that on your arm?” He held up my left arm.

“Oh, no, nothing.” I moved the arm close to my body so that it was blocked from his view.

“Come on, show me.”

“It’s nothing. Just a tattoo.”

“Now I really need to see it. What is it?”

Reluctantly I held out my arm. “A butterfly, that’s all.”

He grabbed my arm and studied the little purple and blue butterfly from up close. “That’s well done. What does it represent?”

“Nothing. I thought it was a pretty picture.” I was glad not to have to look him in the eye.

“Do you have more ink?”

I shook my head.

“I have one tat myself in honour of a good friend I lost.”

My head shot up and I turned to face him. He held up his right hand. The image showed musical notes intertwined with a lightning bolt next to a baseball bat that flowed over his wrist.

“I’m so sorry. Was he a good friend?”

“The best.” Lars had a wry smile on his face. “I named the band after him. He was such a terrible pitcher, we would always call him ‘Danger Pitch’ whenever he was playing.”

“Was he a childhood friend?” I asked.

“His balls went everywhere except where the batter expected them.”

We were silent. I turned back, staring at the scribbling on the far wall. Lars stroked my arm. The position was weird for me, but I didn’t want to break the spell.

“My aunt loved butterflies.” My voice was barely audible.

“What happened?” His voice was kind.

“Drunk driver. He wasn’t even that drunk. Apparently he stopped and tried to help, but there was nothing he could do. Nothing to be done.” I folded my arms like a protective barrier. I pressed my lips together and swallowed.

“Were you close?”

“Closer than with my parents.” A single tear dripped on my arm.

“I’m sorry.”

A knock on the door. The magic spell broken. I wiped my face with the palm of my hand. Lars grabbed the t-shirt and placed it over his crotch. “Yes,” he answered with an unsteady voice. Erica’s head appeared around the door. “Ten more minutes until we’re leaving.” Her face fell as she noticed me. “All visitors must have left the premises by then.”

“All right. Now shoo. We’ll clean up here.” Lars made the ‘get out’ motion with his hand.

“Please, sanitise the couch,” she added before she closed the door.

Lars cleared his throat and turned to me. “Well, you heard the lady boss. Our ways part here.”

I nodded. I didn’t dare ask, but I did anyway. “Will I see you again?”

He took off his condom and tied a knot in it. He cleaned his dick with the t-shirt still in his lap. He shrugged. “Who knows. Maybe.”

My heart sank, but that was as I had expected. It had been nice for one time, but that was all it was ever going to be. “Can I talk to you? Call you?”

His expression was dejected. “Shoot me a line on Facebook.”

I nodded and stood up. I knew better than to expect more from being a groupie.

He stood up and took my hand. “Thank you, Marissa. Thank you for sharing. I do hope we meet again.” He bent forward and gave me a chaste kiss on my hand. I now understood better why there was always a proverbial dark lining around his eyes, a tinge of sadness. My heart broke. I didn’t want to let him go, not when we had just gotten together.

Lars turned around and I followed him to the exit. I hoped the walk would last forever, but sooner than we wanted we arrived at the door.

He looked at me one last time. “Don’t forget me.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

He took a step backward, turned around and walked away.

I touched my lips. This had really happened. The taste of his lips still lingered in my mouth. I had just had sex with Lars from Danger Pitch. And then he walked out of my life.

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