The Fiery Boys (A Sample)

But Chuck did have a sensitive side, after all. He gave me a concerned look. "You don't seem happy."

"It's okay," I slumped my shoulders. "I'll do it your way if you like, but I'd prefer it if we were alone. I guess I'm just a romantic."

"Um, well. . . oh, okay." Chuck looked down for a few seconds before he raised his face with a smile. "None tonight, Chip." Then he pulled me into the bedroom and shut the door.

This was it. My moment with a rock star. I was about to have a tabloid-scale sexual experience in the back of the tour bus, and I was ready. I knew I'd be just another groupie, but I still wanted that Girl Scout badge. Why not?

Jason's rules meant nothing anymore. Nor did I care what the fans would say about me for doing this. Besides, the press already had enough pictures of us kissing to draw their own conclusions. As the contest winner, I had some serious opportunities, here. I would fuck Chuck. So there, Jason.

Chuck's hands and lips and ripped body were doing a fine job on me-I was totally stoked. It didn't even bother me that he usually bedded a harem. So what if he had a lead-singer-sized ego and only thought about sex? Right now, that was all I could think about, too. Our mouths collided and stayed firmly locked in place.

After a few minutes, Chuck pulled away and leaped onto the bed, his arms spread out. "Let me look at you." His sparkling eyes drilled right through me, even across the room. Mesmerized, I started to approach the bed but he raised a hand. "No. Stay there. Undress for me, slowly."

Yes, I would. I was completely under his spell. A slow strip-tease for Chuck sounded perfect.

I removed my blouse, one button at a time, tugging it gently from my jeans, and letting it slide off my shoulders, inch-by-inch. My boots and jeans went next, leaving me in my underwear. I made a huge show of removing my bra while Chuck cheered me on. Then for my finale, I worked my panties down then up again, left then right, teasing and flashing until I finally slid them down my legs. Chuck applauded.

I approached the bed but Chuck stopped me again and insisted that I continue the show. So I continued to tease him with my best moves, a pole dance without the pole. The sexy green-eyed singer was very appreciative of my act, which made me enjoy it even more.

I soon found myself growing surprisingly excited. I'd been so busy working to please Chuck that I'd forgotten about my own pleasure. But my body hadn't forgotten. It knew that I was naked and putting on an autoerotic show. By this point, it wanted more-no, it needed more.