The Groupie

Mature/ Explicit Advisory:  Explicit sexual content.   

Synopsis:  Jessica, or ‘Jessie’ Stanton has been following Thomas ‘Tommy’ King to every concert he’s performed in, hoping to get the best VIP experience she could ever want, hope or wish for.   When her sexual fantasy is fulfilled, she wonders if Tommy is indeed the one she has been waiting her whole life for and if the rock n’ roll lifestyle is really what she wants. 

Chapter 1—Pursuing a King

          Jessica Stanton had been a fan of Thomas King’s band ‘Corona’ for so long as she could remember.   She was just one of millions of women that Tommy had wooed by way of his hypnotic music and dangerously limber hips.   King may not have had any Latin background, but his agility would certainly attest otherwise.  He had all the moves and was unafraid to show them off.  It was this magnetism that had led him to be known as the ‘Casanova of Rock’.  

          Jessica had harbored a crush for Tommy before he had become well known and successful.   She had entered a contest to see Mr. King in concert with VIP passes.  Of course, there was a quiz and she knew every answer concerning Thomas, even the most obscure questions that would trip up even the most seasoned Corona-ite. 

          When Jessie learned she had won, she performed an ecstatic dance in the middle of her kitchen.  Fortunately, no one else was watching, other than her Pomeranian Dean.   

          She quickly packed her bags and got everything ready for her trip to Vegas, making certain that she’d look her best for the concert.   She knew there would be plenty other groupies around but she never thought she’d be so close to her idol to touch him.   Little did she know she’d be so near to him that she could actually see his sweat glistening from his perfectly chiseled body.   It was enough to make her drool.

Chapter 2—Skin Tight Clothing  

          Tommy’s raven locks blew through the wind being generated by the industrial oscillating fan in the background.   She was surprised when Tommy yanked her on stage and started singing directly to her.   Her heart was beating so quickly she nearly experienced a nosebleed, but she managed to stay grounded even being so close to her heartthrob.   He had a look in his eyes she hadn’t seen before.   She swore she could hear his pulse even though the speakers drowned out almost every other sound around her.    He drew her close into his arms and guided her hand to his crotch. 

          ‘Surely this is some kind of stunt.’, she wondered as he had her grab his massive codpiece.  

          ‘This is how I feel about you, Jess.’, he said, drawing her even closer.  He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear.

          ‘Just a little taste of what’s to come.  Hope you enjoy the foreplay.’, he said, erotically.   She knew he was teasing her just in order to arouse her, but she was plenty randy already.   She could feel her panties becoming wetter by the moment and almost couldn’t take the pressure of being around him.  Fortunately, it was the last song of the night and he bid the crowds goodnight.    The other groupies had left and gone home for the evening.  Only Jess and Tommy were alone in his dressing room.

          ‘You are so incredibly hot.  Your body is a masterpiece.’, he complimented, looking her over.  No man had ever told her that before and she knew it was genuine praise pouring from his lips. 

          ‘I’ve read your poems.  I know your heart.  Women of your caliber are incredibly rare.’, he said, starting to remove his clothing in front of her.   She wasn’t certain if he was more sexual with clothes on or taking them off.   His sculpted abs gleamed in the overhead lighting.   He took a bottle of water, drank it and then poured the rest down his glistening, glimmering body.   Each muscle rippled and his nipples stood erect after the ice cold water hit them.

          ‘Oooh, refreshing.’, he said, playfully, coming near to her.   She couldn’t believe her luck, especially at how she was enjoying his foreplay.

Chapter 3—Is it Love or Lust ?

          He began to lightly kiss her neck and her arms and hands. 

          ‘You smell delightful.  You are more gorgeous than any flower I have ever seen.’, he said, waxing poetic and beginning to caress her lithe frame.   She shuddered, especially at hearing her name upon his lips.   It was spoken softly, sweetly, lyrically, as if he really meant it; like a vow.   

          He began to strip for her, all the way to his skin tight jeans, where she could see his member, standing at attention. 

          ‘Is this how you truly feel, or is it just lust robbing your senses of reason ?’, Jess asked, although she wasn’t certain as to why.  She wanted to be sure that what he said was coming from his heart.  

          ‘It’s love.   I don’t care about those other women anymore.  As far as I am concerned, you’re the only lady for me.  I only want you.’, Tommy said as he approached her from behind and began caressing her breasts.  She gasped, amazed at how tender his touch was.   With a deft flick, he had her bra off and tossed it on the floor with pizzazz and flair.   He massaged her breasts and kissed her neck, and never stopped kissing her. 

          ‘How can it be that you have no one…’, he started, but lost himself in her curves and worshipping her through touch, kiss, and every last stroke of his hand.  

          ‘I can sense now you really do love me.’, she said, quivering at his caress.  The tank-top she had on was wrinkled up on the floor.  He reached down slowly into her jeans and lower into her panties, feeling the heat upon his hand.   Gently he inserted a finger, surprised at how quickly it slipped in.   She was already randier than a bunny in heat.  

          She gasped, holding his hand close to her.

          ‘Oh, you like that, hmmm ?’, he said, nibbling her ear affectionately.   She crooned. 

          ‘I swear to God, this is a dream come true.’, she confessed, lightly rocking her hips against his hand.   He thrusted deeper and curled his finger, reaching her G-spot.  She screamed, reaching nirvana.  

          ‘Oh GOD !’, she cried, climaxing all over his hand.  He pulled his hand out and began licking his finger. 

          ‘Nectar of the Gods.’, he said, sweetly as he drew her close to him.   He took off his jeans and stood before her in BVD’s completely hard as a rock.  He taught her how to touch him and what he enjoyed, and she was an avid, quick learner.   Quickly he dabbled down her skirt, revealing the practical, but very colorful and cute bikini cut panties underneath.  

          ‘You have blessed me, and now I will return the favor, my Goddess.’, Tommy said as he slowly removed his underwear and slipped off hers as well.  

Chapter 4—Paradise Undercovers

          He took her hand and led her to the bed, admiring her and whispering poetry to her.   He drew her close to his heart and traced her curves, focusing on her areolas and nipples with his circular touch.   Jess couldn’t help but smile at how tender and attentive he was to her.   He didn’t want to waste one moment, but he also didn’t want to delve into their lovemaking too quickly.  It was something to be savored, and they both knew that. 

          He laid her on her back and kissed her all the way from her toes to her lips, lingering there for a moment, stroking her hair. 

          ‘God, you’re beautiful.’, he said, kissing the length of her body, his tongue teasing her, licking her inner thighs.   He flickered his tongue upon her clit, entering her until he was sucking her labia and drinking from her ‘intoxicating fountain’ as he called it.   She quivered and climaxed many times at the oral pleasure he was giving her, thinking that if she died today, it would be a darned good way to go. 

           He gingerly entered her already throbbing wetness effortlessly.   She clung onto him for dear life as they began their congress slowly and began to build up speed.   Jess hid her face in Tom’s chest, blushing hotly. 

          ‘Don’t hide your lovely face from me.  I want to see every sublime expression, the light in your eyes.’, Tom said, as he thrust into her, making the entire bed quiver and shake.   All the two could do now was bill and coo until they both nearly passed out from ecstatic exhaustion.    She turned around to interlock legs with him and bask in his romantic glow.   Tom glowed. 

          ‘You are unbelievable.  That was phenomenal, Jess.’, he complimented her, running his fingers idly through her strawberry blonde locks.   He twirled one of her red highlights, unable to stop himself from smiling.   They were both gaining back the breath they had stolen from one another earlier. 

          ‘I love you.’, he said, almost sacredly.  It was a whisper but it came from the matrix of his heart.   All of a sudden, Tommy’s eyes grew moist.   She wiped his tears with her thumb and forefinger, getting a little overklempt herself.  

          ‘I’ve never felt this way about anyone.  You are the first, and honestly you are the only one that has left me feeling completely whole.’, he confessed.   Jess knew this was true of herself and felt no shame for having lost her virginity to him.    All she could do was nod in agreement, completely speechless.   They spent the rest of their night together, knowing that Tommy would have to move to the next town on his world tour, but he would always return when the tour had come to an end.   For once in his life, he was going to remain true and stay close to her no matter what life threw in their way.   

Chapter 5—Faithful Boomerang

          Tommy always kept his word.  No matter how many places he went or how many scantily clad women threw themselves at him, he maintained his bond to Jessica.  Whenever they were together, they would gaze at the stars, walk along the beach and speak of the deep profundities of life, the universe and everything.   They’d laugh and joke with each other, and he’d share new songs that he had written inspired by being with her.   They still had a massive spark together and would enjoy sex as often as they could when they had time alone, away from prying eyes.  

          They were able to get married after being together for 1 year.  His fame had reached an all-time high even though he still had a bit of a bad-boy image.   He could still maintain that white lie although he was a family man now, with a baby on the way.   In spite of a child taking up more of their time they maintained the lava flow of passion constantly when Joan, their daughter, wasn’t in need of bathing, changing, feeding, playing and affection.    Tom always used a boomerang as an analogy of his true personality, and it was amusing, especially being that he was only ¼ Australian.   It didn’t really show in his accent, but it did peak through in his personality.   Jess didn’t mind him being a boomerang at all, because they always returned to their owner.  Tom knew where he belonged and was becoming more of a father figure.  

          Music was a centerpiece as well as faith in the family.  They didn’t go waving their Catholic flag about to everyone they met, but they made certain that Joan knew where she came from and that she had a little brother, Wallace, who was coming into her life any time now.   When Wally was born the two got along like gangbusters and loved each other dearly.    The family unit was now perfect and love continued to reign supreme.    One might surmise that sex had no place within the King household any longer due to children inhabiting it, but such was not the case.   The two would have dates together and have Wally and Joan babysat by cousins to have ‘time alone’ to fulfill their desires.   Their fountains on that issue never ran dry and would always overflow their senses.   Nothing could be better and it never left either of the lovers bored, since they were always daring to try new things and open their minds and hearts to new experiences together. 

Epilogue

          Tom always laughed at how odd it was the way he and Jessica knew they were meant to be.   They couldn’t explain it, but they had a sense that they were supposed to walk this earth together as a couple and not alone.   They could hold each other’s hands but they could also walk alone.  It was very much akin to Khalid Gibran’s words on love being ‘pillars’.   They were strong pillars, each of them, and they both knew they could rely on themselves and each other to uphold the household and maintain their family’s strength.   Also, the sacred fire between them would never be doused, even with age.   That only grows better and sweeter in time, just like fine wine. 

The End