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He’d just wrapped up the last set of the night with the group, the crowd still clamoring outside from the encore performance. It’d been 4 nonstop days of concerts on the last stretch of their debut tour, hitting the road right after each time. It all culminated here, at the Spring break music festival at The Hammock, a popular open air venue with a view of the beach. The air was warm and humid, both from the tropical climate and the sheer body heat of both festival goers and band mates alike. They were the last act of the night, and he’d poured what was left of his energy into a guitar solo that would lead even the greats like Knoppfler and Gilmour to go take a smoke break. He sat against the back wall, looking at his rough hands as they ached. He’d barely slept, spending most of the trip, wearing his fingers out even more fueled by caffeine and energy pills he’d found at a truck stop. His band mates paired off with some of the groupies that had backstage passes, off to grab drinks and mingle as he sat in exhaustion. He got a few minutes rest, before a shy voice woke him.
“Excuse me, are you…Jameson Grath, from the Silver Tongued Snakes?” He processed the question as he focused his vision. Looking down at him as he pushed his long, unkempt hair back was a blonde, no more than 5’ 3 with piercing brown eyes. His blue eyes met hers as he tried to get up and collect himself. His 6’ even figure towered over her as she looked up at him. He stretched and popped his neck before addressing her.
“Sorry, been a long week…You can call me J. You got a backstage pass?”
He said, still trying to wake himself.
“Y-yes…right here” She held it up. He could barely make out the fine print.
“Oh uh, nice to meet you…Amanda?”
“Manda…but everyone calls me Mandy.” She said in a hushed tone. She admired his rough looking exterior, a rough denim jacket with the sleeves cutoff, covered in patches and a acid-washed jeans to match, the living specimen of something out of Guitar Hero. But it was all for show- the outfits were picked out by the show’s producer ahead of time. The only thing that was all his was the long matted hair, calloused fingers and slender figure, all of which the fan standing before him knew him for, as well as his magical way of playing she thought.
“You’re a bit late, most of the other back-stagers went that way about…what time is it?”
He looked around, unsure of how long he’d been out.
“It’s 11:15” She answered sheepishly as she looked at her watch. “I was a bit late…s-sorry”
She opened her bag and took out a T-shirt, one of the overpriced ones their agent had made for this show. Jameson hated the way he looked on it, but didn’t say anything.
“Could you sign it for me, please? I…love the way you play.” She nervously smiled as she held it up for him, a permanent marker in one hand. He sighed with a tired expression as he halfheartedly signed it ‘J. Graff to Mandy.’ He stood up, yawning. “Thank you!” She said with excitement. He nodded looking around for someone to escort her out. There was no one else around except the cleaning staff. “You’re welcome, sweetheart…uh…you here with anyone?”
He asked nervously, never having been in this predicament before.
“No, no..I’m here by myself for spring break. Um…mind walking me out?”
As he walked her into the near empty parking lot, she couldn’t stop talking about how she was introduced to the band’s music through a brother’s friend, falling in love with his solos and melodies. He smiled a little, thinking how most of his fans were wannabe amateur guitarists in their teens. She couldn’t be further from one of his ‘normal’ fans, based on her appearance and shy demeanor. As they neared her car he started to feel dizzy, the nights of lost sleep and several energy supplements catching up to him finally. Before she could turn and say thank you he was slumped over against the car. She panicked at first, looking around for help. Then looking closer, she saw he was breathing. She sighed in relief, but still didn’t know what to do. She thought for a moment, and did the only thing she could…
He woke up in a bed he didn’t recognize. Looking around, he saw a suitcase with girly looking clothes poking out of it. He racked his head trying to remember what happened. All he remembered was signing a shirt for a girl who barely looked out of high school. He sat up, about to leave the bed when she walked out of the bathroom, wearing an oversized version of one of the bands’ original shirts that almost engulfed her. As he focused he also noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra as her nipples poke thru. He tried not to stare, but she only smiled at him.
“I’m glad you’re ok. I started to take you to the hospital but it was so late...and it was hard enough getting in the car…I had to get a housekeeper to help me get you in here” she giggled, bending over to get something from her suitcase. He looked away as he caught a glimpse of her pink striped panties. “Thanks uh…but I really shouldn’t be in here. My band mates are gonna wonder-” He stopped himself, remembering the last time they’d gone out drinking, with the whole group barely avoiding a night in prison if not for their agent rounding them up just before the police.
He looked over at the clock, seeing it was now almost 3 am. He’d gotten only a few hours rest, but felt as awake as ever. “I’m a lot better now, thanks…it’s your bed, I’ll just-”
“No, you’re exhausted. You need to sleep more than I do. Besides...there’s room for too” She finished the last part of her sentence while looking down at her feet, blushing. He looked at her, getting an idea of her less than innocent intentions.
“How old are you?” He asked, both out of curiosity and concern.
“Twenty, even though I don’t look it…” She said in embarrassment. He chuckled, getting out of the bed, walking up to her. “Well, at least let me grab a shower first.” He smirked at her, taking off his shirt as he walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
She waited anxiously as he showered, taking a while longer. She thought about what he could be doing in there, having only heard rumors of what some guys do in the shower for long periods of time. It made her think about how he looked shirtless, and her imagination ran wild. The thoughts made her hot and bothered as her hand went between her thighs…
He stood in the shower, leaning against it as the warm water flowed down his back, and through his hair. He used the entire bottle of complimentary shampoo as the sweat and smoke was washed from him. Despite being a middle-grade hotel this was a luxury to him, a stark contrast to the roach motels the group normally stayed at, or the crowded tour bus with barely working water. He walked out of the bathroom, wearing only the boxer shorts he’d had on before. She watched him, trying not to stare at the outline of the underwear as he came to the bedside, carefully squeezing in next to her. “You’re a big fan, right?” He asked, looking at her with a straight face. “Y-yes..” She answered, gulping. “So you know how old I am?” he asked.
“Um…32 this year…right?” She said with a hint of doubt. He smirked at the correct answer.
“I guess if it doesn’t bug you, me neither.” He chuckled, leaning back on the hotel pillow. She watched him as he seemed to doze off easily. She laid next to him, scooting close as her side met his. He woke slightly from it, but kept his eyes closed as she shifted next to him. She stayed awake, unable to contain herself as her favorite musician slept next to her. An hour passed, and then another. He was out, getting the best sleep he’d had in months as she laid there wide awake, her mind running 90 miles a minute.
He shifted, turning on his side, facing away from her, and she saw an opportunity. She turned, pressing herself against his back. He let out a disturbed snore, but didn’t wake up just yet. Her modest but perky C-cups poked through the T-shirt and pressed into his back as she lightly wrapped her arm around him. Seeing that she hadn’t woken him up, she felt confident enough to stroke his chest, feeling the smoothness of his mostly hairless chest. He seemed to purr in his breath, maybe he was dreaming, she thought. Her other hand had more devious ideas…feeling the outside of his boxers. That was the action that woke him. He stood up in the bed, looking around, then saw her looking up at him.
“Was…that you? What’s your game…” He sat there, catching his breath., seeing that the younger woman there with him wasn’t all she seemed.
“S-sorry Jameso-...J…I just…” She blushed…unable to form the words. She didn’t need to.
He sighed, relaxing a bit. “Ya know…I haven't slept properly in fuck who knows how long...but...it’s thanks to you. So, I’ll make you a deal. Just for tonight…you can do whatever you want to me, but I get to touch you as much as I want...deal?” She laid there, wide-eyed at the proposal. She was flustered from the prospect, but equally as excited. She nodded, forming a nervous smile. He smirked as he laid back in the bed. “Oh uh…lose the shirt too.” He said as he looked at her. She nodded again, slowly peeling it off, tossing it at her suitcase as her breasts were exposed. She blushed a deep red as she came back beside him.
He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against his chest gently. As she pressed against him she smiled, resting her head on his chest. He smiled back, pulling the covers over them. His curious hand felt down her back, caressing her slender figure down to the hem of her panties. She gasped as his rough fingers ran down her skin, a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She remembered what he’d said, one hand feeling his chest while the other came back up his leg, towards his thigh.His other hand came up her side and around to her chest, cupping her tits as he pulled her closer. She gasped, never having felt like this before. She blushed hard, kissing his chest instinctively as he caressed her, feeling something growing against her in his boxers. She still couldn’t believe this was happening. She moved her hand further up his thigh, sliding it inside his boxers. He gasped as he felt her soft hand on his shaft, curiously rubbing it and taking hold of it. He was semi hard as it was, but this feeling was all it took to make him hard and ready. It had been a while for him, after all. Her cheeks were flushed as she felt him get harder in the palm of her hand, feeling how big he was. The thought of him inside of her made her even wetter than she’d already become, which he felt as his hand slipped inside her panties. She jolted as his coarse fingers found themselves between her thighs, rubbing her tight virgin slit. She looked into his eyes, her need growing too much to go unsatisfied. He looked back into her, biting his lip as he rubbed her clit. He Shifted, putting her on her back as he moved on top of her. His 6’ frame loomed over her as he peeled her panties to the side, rubbing her harder, as his other hand held onto the headboard, propping him up. She slowly spread her legs, heart pounding from excitement and anxiety alike. She looked up at him with adoration and need. Her wildest dreams were about to come true.
He slid off his boxers, lightly stroking his stiff cock as he pressed it closer, gliding it over her slick little slit, She watched, biting her lip as she saw how big it was. She wondered if it would even fit her tight hole…but she wanted it, regardless. There was no one else she wanted to give her first time to.
She wasn’t at all like the girls his band mates had brought back to their rooms or the bus at other stops along the tour. They were easy, sure, but this…this was different. He kept grinding against her as he locked eyes with her. He stopped stroking, finally guiding the hard rod to her venus, biting his lip as he eased it in. She started to scream, getting caught in her throat as she threw her head back. “Ah~!” She lost her breath for a minute. He stopped, looking at her before grinding further, putting his hand on her chest as he stretched her. He saw the red in her cheeks, the gritting of her teeth as she gasped through them.
“Wait…” He stopped moving. “Am I…your first?” He looked at her as she looked back at her. She looked down and away, trying to deny it. He let out a sigh, leaning down to kiss her head, speaking softly. “I’ll take it slow, ok?” He touched her cheek, turning her face back to his. She smiled softly, nodding as she reached back, gripping onto the sheets. He put his hands on her sides as he started moving slowly, grinding into her slowly. His breathing got gradually louder as she gasped, moaning lightly as he stretched and pushed deeper. The pain she felt initially gave way to pleasure as she took his shape. She looked up at him, panting as she got wetter for him. “H-harder J…” She whispered out between breaths. He looked at her and nodded, Holding on her sides tighter as he reared back, then thrust into her deep. She gasped louder with each following thrust, adjusting to his rhythm as he hit her deeper and faster. Her back started to arch as the intensity built up. The pleasure of his cock repetitively spreading her walls and hitting her g-spot washed over her. She was becoming addicted to him as a new sensation built up within her. He felt her tensing up as her breathing got faster, his thrusts getting harder as well. One of his hands ventured back to her chest, squeezing her breast harder than before. It was too much for her. Wide-eyed, she suddenly screamed out, arching her back as a shock went through her petite body as she soaked both his hips and the sheets around them with her orgasm. She panted, blushing bright red from the feeling and embarrassment. He chuckled, leaning close to kiss her lips.
“Looks like your tits are extra sensitive…and you’re a squirter, too. You’re so cute.” He smiled at her before leaning back up, resuming his previous rhythm. She looked at him lovingly and longingly as he continued plowing her mound, letting go of the sheets to touch his chest. He leaned closer into the thrusts, one hand still on her chest while the other slipped down and felt her butt, squeezing it. She let out a small squeal, smiling at him as she wanted more of him, not wanting the night to end. He smiled back at her, giving her every inch as he ground his hips into her. She felt him, thinking she saw a bulge in her abdomen with the harder thrusts. He breathing became erratic as she felt herself getting close again. He felt her tighten up, looking at her with a sense of near urgency as he felt himself getting close too. She looked into his dark eyes as her legs wrapped around him, pulling him tight. She wanted him badly, and wasn’t going to settle for anything less. He ground into her deep, biting his lip. He knew cumming inside would be risky, but he couldn’t resist the urge nor her willingness. He squeezed her ass and her tit harder as he gasped. “Fuck…Mandy..I'm close…” He gritted his teeth. She pulled him down to her, looking at him with a seriousness in her eyes and her voice. “Do it, J. Please”
As she begged him, he kissed her with tongue. His nails suddenly dug into her ass, causing her to arch once again. As she tensed up around him again, he hit his climax, filling her with his pent up load. She gasped into his mouth as she felt the warmth filling her deepest parts. Her eyes rolled back as her body convulsed, milking his twitching cock. Her legs stayed locked around him, ensuring no escape. He relented, laying into her as he sucked on her tongue. The two wrapped their arms around each other, kissing and staying in the embrace as they dozed off one after the other. She looked over at the clock, seeing it was now 7 AM as she fell asleep.
She woke up, looking around the room. It was 11 am according to the clock. She was naked except for her wet panties, and alone. The sheets were soaked. She’d wondered if it had all been a wet dream that she’d sleep/jilled-off to…it wouldn’t be the first time. As she got up to pick up her T-shirt, she saw that it now bore the signature of her favorite guitarist. She stared at it as the bathroom door opened. There he stood, in one of the small hotel towels.
“Hey…shower’s open if you need it.” He smiled at her, seeing her look at the signature.
“Oh, thanks…um...think we missed breakfast” She giggled. He chuckled back.
“Well...why don’t we get something after you get cleaned up?” He could tell she was happy, and so was he for the first time in a long time.
“I’d like that” She smiled brightly, setting down the shirt as she went toward the bathroom. He lightly smacked her ass as she walked by. She looked back with a blush, then winked as she closed the door behind her.