She found the backstage entrance, along with a group of ten or so girls crowding outside and the two crew members stopping them from entering. She stopped in her tracks, realizing there had been nothing in her fantasies that helped her actually get to him, they had always started with her already in his arms, kissing him. It hadn’t occurred to her she couldn’t just waltz into his dressing room, and even less that there would be others also trying to get to him.
One of the bodyguards took out a Polaroid camera and the other girls posed for him one by one, giggling. He photographed all of them and then turned to her.
“You trying to get to Teddy?”
She nodded and allowed her photo to be taken although she was apprehensive. It felt wrong, like she was some sort of merchandise.
She was hanging around, keeping a distance from the group of other girls, many of which were chatting and giggling like they knew each other, like they did this all the time. None of them were from her town, thank God for that, it made her grimace to think someone she knew would see her here. She didn’t even want anyone to know she had come to the concert. A few of the other girls viewed her curiously, but she avoided eye contact, thinking of leaving but still harboring a hope of meeting him alone. Balancing between embarrassment and hope.
She was just about to leave, clearly she had been stupid to come here and would have to leave without even getting to meet him, when the bodyguard with the camera came back out and gestured for her to follow him. Everyone seemed surprised, the other girls, bodyguards, herself, but she followed him in. They walked along a corridor to a room with a dressing table, few chairs, a sofa, rack of clothes, him.
Bodyguard closed the door behind her and she looked at him, her heart pounding, trying to come up with something to say. This was also something she hadn’t thought of, that she would need to talk with him. She thought of something interesting to say, something to differentiate herself, and couldn’t come up with anything. She felt silly.
He looked at her across the room. He had on boots, jeans and a leather vest, his chest bare save for a couple of necklaces, a towel around his neck. He had sweated during the show, she had seen it while she was listening to him, and it made her want to touch his skin, his smooth chest, the moist curls at his neck. His hair was curly and wild, golden brown, and she loved it.
“Hello there,” he said, friendly. “What’s your name?”
“Annabel,” she replied.
“Hi Annabel, I’m Ted,” he said and now she smiled, it was so nice and so goofy, like she wouldn’t know who he was, she felt more at ease.
“I know,” she said.
“You want a drink?” he asked, turning to see what he had to offer. “Or are you too young for that?”
“I’m nineteen,” she said.
“Yeah? I’m twenty…twenty six, or what? Something like that, anyway.”
She smiled again. Like she wouldn’t know every little detail about him she had had a chance to find out, let alone something so trivial. He looked around his dressing table, at the bottles he had at one end of it, and put the towel down on the table. He opened two bottles of beer, sat on the sofa, and gestured to her with a bottle.
She wasn’t very used to drinking but thought one beer would probably be fine, and went to sit beside him, taking the bottle and sipping from it. They looked at each other.
“So, what did you want to see me for?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.
“I want to make love with you,” she said and blushed furiously, aghast by what she’d said. It was what she had on her mind but it probably wasn’t too cool to just blurt it out like that?
He choked on his beer and then laughed.
“Wow, okay,” he said. “Yeah, don’t bother with autographs and shit, just straight to it, huh?”
And he smiled at her. She was glad he smiled, and not maliciously even after her being so stupid, but she was still less than impressed with herself.
“Too blunt?” she said. “I’m sorry. I just thought that’s…that’s what you do with…fans. After the show.”
“Well, can’t say I haven’t,” he said. “But I’m not gonna just attack you, don’t be afraid.”
She thought bitterly she couldn’t believe she had been so stupid that she hadn’t prepared for this, for…seducting him, there was a pause before the word even came to her, she was so unaccustomed to thinking like this. She had never seduced anyone in her life, and had no idea how to make him want her. But now he touched her cheek, leaned closer and kissed her.
It was almost like she had fantasized but better. His lips were warm and gentle and sensuous, he didn’t smash them at her but kissed her softly, gently, slowly. She could feel her heart thumping, he hadn’t minded she was this awkward, maybe he would make love with her after all. He touched her lips with his tongue, so nicely, she touched it with hers and felt it at her lower abdomen. This was so delicious, this was way better than any kiss she’d ever gotten bahis firmaları before.
He stopped kissing her and just stroked her cheek. She wanted him to continue, just like in her fantasies but going further, going where she wanted to go but couldn’t even imagine.
“So tell me,” he said. “What is it you want with me?”
“I want to make love with you,” she replied.
They looked at each other, and he said, “Yeah, you keep saying that, but it’s not the vibe I get off you.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, acutely disappointed at herself. “I guess I don’t know how.”
He understood in a flash. “You haven’t done it before?”
She blushed again and broke eye contact, looking at the necklaces on his chest, his smooth skin under them. What had she thought, that he wouldn’t notice? Of course he did, she didn’t have a clue what she was doing, how had she thought that he wouldn’t notice. Or wouldn’t care.
“Oh, girl,” he said gently. “You thought I’d just jump you? I need you to want me, I won’t just use you.”
“Well I want you,” she whispered. “But I don’t know how to do it.”
“Darling,” he said and touched her chin, lifted it so that she met his eyes again. “Your first time shouldn’t be on some crummy backstage sofa. You deserve better. Don’t you know that?”
She felt a sinking feeling of disappointment in her stomach, he wouldn’t do it with her, she was too clumsy and awkward. She thought of the girls outside and how good they must be in it, and for the first time it really hit home to her that he probably did this a lot. She’d had a vague idea of his love life but now it somehow crystallized to her, he had this whole process for it after all, polaroids included. And that he would disguise his refusal in this gentlemanly concern over her best annoyed her for some reason.
“Well I do know but what can I do,” she said. “You know how shitty it is to live in a small town like this? I know everyone here! I don’t want to do it with any of the guys in school, I don’t want to give it to any of them, and it’s not like I can do it with anyone else, either. And I really do like you. But I’m sorry I said anything, I shouldn’t have come, I’ll just have to wait until I can move away from here to go to college or something. Or die an old maid.”
Tears rose to her eyes and now she felt stupid and childish, throwing a tantrum for not getting her way. It just made her so frustrated to think this would not happen, that she’d be left with touching herself, trying to imagine the unimaginable, for maybe years more.
“Honey,” he said and wiped a tear from her cheek. “I do know what it’s like to live in a small town. I understand you. Please don’t be sad.”
His voice was sympathetic and she remembered he was originally from a small town, probably much like this one.
“Can I hug you?” he asked.
She went closer and he wrapped his arms around her, careful not to pull on her long hair. She shivered and wrapped her arms around him, touching his back, he was warm and gentle and so close she could smell him. She loved his warm and musky scent, how it was masculine but not overwhelming. She thought his skin must be salty from the sweat, thought of kissing it, tasting him, and it tinkled in her lower abdomen again, she wanted him so much. She wondered what she could do to make him change his mind, but she had nothing, she couldn’t just start groping his penis, could she?
“You know what,” he said and detached himself to see her face. “I’ll try if you want me to. But not here, not like this. Can you come back to the hotel with me?”
She nodded, seriously, her heart throwing a painful summersault in her chest. She felt wild hope, exhilaration, arousal, fear. He looked her in the eyes and probably saw some of it, because he continued, “And I tell you right now, I won’t do it if I can’t make it right for you, okay? I don’t get any kicks out of just doing it, I need you to want me and I need you to enjoy it. And don’t be alarmed, it’s my job to make it be like that, okay? You don’t have to worry about not doing something right. And I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, and we don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to. Okay?”
She smiled at him, surprised, she couldn’t have hoped for better things for him to say. It seemed to cover all her fears, be everything she had hoped for, almost too good to be true. He smiled back at her, he was so good looking when he smiled like that, and then he went to call his staff to get them a ride to his hotel.
He walked over to turn on the bedside light and turned off the main light. She watched him do it, and she was excited now, but more nervous, anticipation and daring and uncertainty all growing inside her.
He smiled at her across the room. She smiled back, and said, “So what now?”
“Whatever you want,” he said as he walked back to her and took her into his arms. “And I know you don’t know what to want, and I hope I can show you. But tell me, is there something you know you want? kaçak iddaa What do you think about when you touch yourself?”
She blushed again. There was no way she was going to explain that to him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “But we’re gonna have to talk about it some. I need you to tell me if something works or doesn’t work for you.”
“Well, okay,” she said. “But it’s kinda hard to think about something you don’t know about. So I can’t put it into words so well.”
“Okay, fair enough,” he said. “But don’t hesitate to tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like, okay? It’s important. I want you to trust me. I need you to trust me.”
“Okay,” she whispered and tilted her head for him to kiss her.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her slowly, gently, but more intensely than at the venue. He moved his hands slowly, caressing her cheeks, her neck near her ears, then lower. She touched his back, first just holding him over his vest, but then she started to stroke his back, and slowly she searched for the hem of the vest and slid her palms on his skin.
He was warm and smooth, she let her hands glide on his back and marveled at the texture of his skin. It was smooth but definitely different from her own, and really good to touch. She could feel his lithe muscles under the skin, the edge of his shoulder blade.
He broke the kiss, held her face and looked at her nicely, and she met his gaze and smiled. He kissed her lips, then her cheek near the corner of her mouth, then slowly along her jaw until he got near her ear. He kissed her earlobe gently and breathed in her ear, not heavily, just a small, warm breath. Every hair on her body stood up and she sighed and pressed closer to him.
He kissed her neck using a little more tongue, and she bowed her head to the side and held him, grabbed him almost, her hands still on the skin of his back. He let his hand slide down her back, feeling her shape, lightly but not carelessly, and he kissed her neck where it went down the collar of her t-shirt. He raised his head to see her.
“You alright?” he asked and she definitely was, she smiled and nodded. He kissed her neck again and then back upwards, to her ear, and now he sucked on her earlobe a little, drawing a small moan from her. It felt amazing, she felt it in her clitoris when he did that, it was so unbelievably sexy. Better than anything anyone had done to him previously. He kissed her lips again, and she responded, more enthusiastically than before.
He lifted his head and looked at her, smiling, and then he took hold of her hands and guided them to his chest. She felt his skin and touched his nipples hesitantly, carefully. He smiled to encourage her. She let her hands slide on his skin, eventually pushing his vest to take it off, he moved his shoulders to help her, letting the vest fall on the floor. She touched his necklaces questioningly and he bowed his head, letting her take them off. She stood with the necklaces in her hand, hesitant to just throw them on the floor, and he guided her towards the bed, and she set them on the bedside table.
He sat on the edge of the bed. She looked down at him and didn’t know how to proceed, what he wanted of her, and he pulled her gently to sit in his lap, straddling him. She put her hands into his hair, feeling his curls, they were soft and tickled her palms and she loved the feel of them. She stroked his hair carefully, swept his scalp with her fingertips. His head was now lower than hers and he kissed her neck again, she pressed a little closer. He let his hands slide on her back, her sides, and started to pull her t-shirt out of her jeans. She didn’t object, and when he got it out he put his hands on her skin.
It was intensely good to have him touch her bare skin. He was gentle but purposeful, he started to feel up her back and sides, pushing the t-shirt higher, and she let him, until he’d pushed it high up and pulled it over her head.
She had a plain white cotton bra on and she thought she should’ve worn prettier lingerie, but the thought passed, she didn’t have time to focus on it now, instead she focused on him. He kissed her neck again, letting her press against him slightly, and reached to open her bra. He pulled it off slowly and then he lifted his head from her neck to look at her breasts.
She had dark brown areolas and her nipples were standing out, the bra had kept them pushed down but now they stood towards him. She didn’t have any particular opinion about her breasts, they were part of her and okay by her standards, some girls had bigger than her and some had smaller. She had a notion that men were into boobs so she scouted his expression to see what he thought of them, and the look on his face was of genuine admiration.
“Your breasts are beautiful,” he said. “Can I kiss them?”
He looked up at her and she smiled and nodded. It was so nice of him to ask for permission, he was so respectful and thoughtful, she hadn’t anticipated he would be so nice, such a gentleman, but now her thoughts kaçak bahis shattered when he touched her breasts.
He bent his head closer and kissed her breasts gently. He took his time and moved his lips slowly, touching around her breast, moving closer to the nipple slowly but surely. When he finally kissed her nipple it was startlingly hard, he poked it with the tip of his tongue and she sighed. She had felt her nipples stiffening, but it somehow actualised with his touch, like it had been a little abstract without something against them. Now his warm mouth was on her nipple, and it was the most arousing touch she’d ever felt. He took it in his mouth and sucked on it and she moaned and pressed closer, pressed against him with her crotch, her hands in his hair, pulling him closer.
She wanted him, wanted him so much, she didn’t know what to look forward to but this she definitely wanted more of, and preferably now. Him kissing her like this, down her neck and breasts, blended with her fantasies. It was a little unreal, it was easy to forget how awkward she felt herself and just focus on her arousal. And when she did her body seemed to know what to do, know something she didn’t, she felt his erection growing against her crotch. She pressed closer, moved against it, trying to feel it up, curious now. She had felt a penis poking against her before, in school dances, but she had never held one in her hand or seen one.
He got harder still but didn’t address it, instead he kissed over to her other breast and kissed it in turn, just as thoroughly.
She moaned and moved against him, and he moaned and twitched, and she looked at him, alarmed.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked, concerned she had done something wrong.
“Oh no,” he said and smiled. “It’s just getting hard to sit now. You know how it works, right? I want you, I get harder.”
They looked at each other, she moved a little against his crotch, he sighed and twitched again, it was unexpectedly arousing to affect him like this.
“Yeah, I want you, you know,” he said, huskily. “You’re beautiful.”
She smiled, a little uncertain. It was flattering but she didn’t dare to believe him.
“Well but should you take your pants away, then?” she said, still a little concerned it hurt him to sit with that enormous feeling thing crammed into the leg of his jeans.
“I think I should shower,” he said. “You wanna join me?”
“Have you ever seen a man?” he asked, gently, he just seemed to read her mind, guess her concerns. She shook her head.
“Listen, honey,” he said. “I’ll just take a quick shower, okay? You make yourself comfortable. I’ve just been sweating so much I need to freshen up a bit. You can look at me after, if you wanna. Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” she said.
He kissed her, then down to her breasts again, and then he keeled her over on the bed gently, down from his lap, and he got up, walked to the bathroom.
She laid on the bed and watched him go, his slim back, slim hips, boyish shape, and then the door shut behind him and she sighed. She went through the events in her head, touching her nipples tentatively, and a sudden jolt went through her to her vagina. She gasped and pushed against the inseam of her jeans.
She had a fleeting suspicion whether she was really going to do this, but she was so aroused now her morale was quite completely suppressed. Besides this had been her favorite wet dream for years now, one from which she woke up either having clearly just orgasmed in her sleep or else so horny she had no choice but to touch herself, quickly, fervently, secretly, trying to keep quiet so her family wouldn’t hear.
The seam pressed her almost painfully, she was so aroused. She hesitated for a second, then wriggled out of her jeans and pressed her fingers on her clit for a moment, over her panties, she was so close to orgasm now. She gasped a little and pulled her hand away, ashamed to think of him walking in on her doing it to herself. Suddenly she felt exposed and crawled under the covers.
He didn’t stay long, and she watched as he got out of the bathroom, a towel around his slim hips, and walked across the room. He took the towel off, spread it to dry in the back of a chair, she looked at his buttocks and liked what she saw, there was a definite masculine shape to it. He turned to come to bed and she looked at his penis curiously, expectantly, hungrily.
He didn’t look so hard now. His penis hung down on what she knew were his testicles. It moved as he walked, looking somehow very natural, it looked like it was a weird and alien attachment to a human body but the way he carried it told her it was as natural to him as her every part was to her.
It wasn’t that many steps and he got into bed, laid down beside her, on his back.
“So, look all you wanna,” he said. “You can touch me, too, if you want to.”
She got up on her elbow and looked at his crotch.
He had a patch of wispy brown curls on his mons, he wasn’t hairy and there was just a small trail tracing upwards from it towards his navel, fading about halfway. His penis was laying over his right thigh, pointing away from her, and as she looked it seemed to swell a little, get a little harder.