I Could Be Your Ever After?

I tossed and turned until I finally woke up. I woke up with my arms wrapped around Leighton, or what should have been her anyway. Instead my arms were tightly around a fucking pillow. There was a note on the pillow that said: “Sorry, I’m the bad guy”-Leighton. I was crushed.

She was gone, she left, I didn’t think she was going to do that. I didn’t think she was that kind of a girl. I never would have labeled Leighton as the type to have sex and then pick and go. I guess in this case I was nothing more than a quick fuck and go to her. I somehow felt myself getting to be very disappointed in the choices I made last night. The only reason I brought her back here was because I wanted to actually spend time with her. I truly hadn’t intended on having sex with her. Sure I made out with her plenty, but sex wasn’t supposed to be a part of our equation.
Ya know, being the lead singer of Marianas Trench, I have quite a lot of girls chase after me, not to toot my own horn, but it’s true. They all try to get backstage, but Leighton didn’t chase. She was a true fan and I could tell, I was about to tell just by her posture and the way she presented herself. Wanna know what really sealed the deal though? The fact that she didn’t chase after me, was quite the reason why I was attracted to her. Leighton was the exact opposite of every other girl I had seen at my concerts. Well, I thought she was anyway. It was probably her blue eyes, her black hair and her fucking huge lips that seem to captivate me. I knew that I should at least try and speak to her during sound check. I sure did a lot more than just talk to her. After all, she seemed to be pretty cool and fun.

Hell, when she said “So Soon” was her favorite song, I knew that I needed to include it in the line up somehow. It just had to be a part of our show. I told the guys and they didn’t seem to mind, in fact they asked me why I hadn’t made it a part of the show in the first place. I also told them that I had something else planned, but that was only going to happen if she was close enough, so I didn’t tell the guys the exact details. If I told anyone about it, the shock factor and it just would not have been the same. It needed to be a spontaneous act.

When I went on stage and I saw her standing there, I knew it was going to happen. I just needed to wait for the right moment ‘cause this couldn’t look sloppy. I did wait for the right moment and we kissed.

Jeez, I need to stop sounding like such a hopeless romantic! I’m a man!

One thing I will say is this, she’s a damn good kisser and her lips tasted like cherries. I like cherries.

I am usually the type to avoid taking girls backstage to meet the guys. If I do ever want to have sex with a girl, I tell her to wait, and then I go back and get her. I try to avoid the guys because they typically have something dumb to say. Also they’re too busy getting their share of pussy and loud moans. Last night though, of all nights, all three of them had no one, and in all honestly I had zero intentions of having sex with Leighton.

I don’t even know why I had such an urge to bring her backstage, but I did. She seemed excited, but not to the point where she was overly star struck that it got to be really annoying.

Ian was the first one to meet her and they got along really well. Odd. If a girl I was with happened to meet Ian, he always hated them. He was always rude and sometimes made the girls feel a little uncomfortable, but then again maybe he had good reason. With Leighton it was totally different. Leighton laughed at his comments and they just got along. Mike and Matt loved her too, it was so cool. Of course those two were the ones with the sex comments, but what did she do? She actually laughed at them and she smiled.

Typically, if I bring a girl with me, it’s straight to the fucking. Some of it’s good some is just terrible. The long kisses, the cuddling, the joking and the socializing, it just doesn’t happen. Even if they tried to socialize a little bit; it just never really happened or got to a point that I was actually interested. With Leighton though, I wanted to talk and just get to know her as much as I could have. Us sitting there kissing and cuddling it was nice, and something I wasn’t really used to. Being the lead singer of a band, when you bring a girl backstage-other than when there are backstage passes-typically you’re only looking for some sex. Strangely enough, I didn’t expect to have sex with her. There was just something different about her and I didn’t want to ruin it. I figured that we would just hang out and when I asked her to join me in the hotel, it was simply to just have a fun night, no sex. Then somewhere between me throwing her a shirt to wear and me taking off mine, we ended falling on the bed, totally nude. Even at that moment there was a chance that we weren’t going to have sex. I told her if she wanted me to stop, she just had to tell me. She never said stopped, if anything she kept on encouraging me.

I will say that her body was smoking hot and the fact that she actually wanted this it made me want her real bad. Her body looked so amazing against the bed and her tits were fucking huge. Her nipples were all erect and I hadn’t even touched them yet. A hard on was defiantly the simplest part of our night. She was so good in bed, better than any other girl I’ve ever slept with. Her moans were enough to push me a little over the edge, she was so loud, I was scared that she’d wake the people next to us. She was uncontrollable and I loved that. She kept begging me to go faster and I did as she asked. She dug her nails deep into my back and fuck it was amazing. She didn’t want me to stop, she just wanted more and for a guy that’s the best feeling. I didn’t want to be too rough, but I gave her whatever she wanted with no questions. I started off slow and gentle because that was the gentlemen in me thing to do, but fuck she was a wild one. While I was going faster, she began to tug on my hair a little and fuck that just pumped me to go harder. As she started to buck her hips to match my thrusts and that was it. I was way too over the edge to control myself and I came.

I had a sudden realization, I wasn’t wearing a condom. I hope she was on birth control. Damn, I came inside her; it was really just being in the heat of the moment. Maybe that’s why she left...

...Oh right...she left.

Want to know what my damn intentions were for today? Well, I was going to bring her to lunch with the band, figure out what this meant for the both of us and at least be able to keep in contact with her. I guess she gave me the answer to what her intentions were. I guess looks really could be deceiving.

“Wow,” I said as Ian walked in the room.

“What happened?” he asked

I didn’t say anything, just looked around the room.

“Hey, where’s Leighton?” He asked.

Whoa, Ian remembered her name. That’s a first; Ian’s the one who forgets the names of the girls that he’s with.

“Here,” I said

I threw the letter at him and just sat on the bed.

I couldn’t help but be hurt and quite sad. It really does take a lot to make me get hurt, but this stung.

Suddenly my mind thought about how nice it would be to hear people saying Josh and Leighton Ramsay.

Fuck, stop it. I thought to myself, I’d never be able to hear that being said. She left and she was gone, there was no getting her back.

“What the hell is this?” He asked

“I woke up to that,” I said

“Why did she leave?” He asked

“I guess she’s just like the other ones,” I said with a touch of sadness to my voice.

“No way!” Ian nearly yelled.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“She wasn’t like the other chicks you’ve met,” he said matter of factly

Uhm, did Ian read the damn paper?

“How do you know that?”

“She took the time to speak to us. She actually treated us like fucking humans, she wanted you that was obvious, but she didn’t want Josh Ramsay. Hell, I remember her name...” his voice trailed off a little.

My heart sank lower into my chest. I needed to stop with all this sentimental crap. I was determined to get my mind off of her. I was doing another concert tonight, who knows what other girls will be there. Maybe I’ll get some tonight. Difference this time, I’m going to make sure that all we do is fuck.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

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It was now time for out second show in a row here, this time at a much smaller venue. This was where I would be able to land another chick. I mean it wouldn’t be all that hard now would it? Like I said, they usually chase, this time I’ll let one of them win. Whether or not I actually wanted them or not, I needed some action, hopefully this would push Leighton out of me head. I won’t be thinking about how she yelled or hummed my music while we rode out our orgasms. I won’t picture her yanking on my hair or her throwing her head back in immense pleasure.

“Dude, snap out of it,” Matt said.

With that, we were on stage and it was time to get the show started!

“Hey!” I yelled

The guys began to jam and the crowd roared. I loved this feeling so much, this was going to be a good show, I could feel it.

“Sometimes the one you want is now the one you need...”

I could hear the crowd sing along and it made me smile. I couldn’t help but think about seeing Leighton singing along last night.

Ugh! Fuck her!

I had this one chick in the front and she was trying to get on stage the entire time. I checked her out a little too, not all that. Not as gorgeous as Leighton though. This girl had a pretty face, nice and curvy, long red hair, seemed to be above eighteen. So I would totally be seeing her tonight after the show.

Before tonight’s show had begun, I had thought about singing So Soon, but I decided against it.

“So, I think it’s time we kick it a little old school!” I yelled

“Woo!” The crowd screamed.

“Let’s Shake Tramp is guys!”

This crowd was crazy and it was just fueled us even more. We were going full force and this was just amazing.

As I grazed the crowd, I could have sworn I saw Leighton singing along up in one of the rows. I doubt she’d be there, but I am sure that was her. I almost wanted to shout out her name, but I decided against it.

I decided that I would focus a little more attention on the front row girl; I couldn’t even say she was a babe. I desperately needed someone and I know she wanted me, so I needed to show some form of interest with her. I really doubted that she would pass up this opportunity unless she wasn’t single. Then again, maybe her relationship status didn’t even matter. Either way, I was getting it in, and it was going to be good.

Tonight, we decided to close with Cross My Heart. I thought it would be cool to end off with one of, if not the most, popular songs we’ve sung ‘till this date. The crowd seemed to love this! I was really getting into the song and I could tell the crowd was feeling it too.

“Cross my heart and hope to die,”

With that the crowd roared!

Right before the lights went off I mad perfect eye contact with her and motioned for her to go over to the side.

I asked politely for one of the security guards to escort her backstage.

“Hey,” I said.

“Oh My!” She shirked as I extended my hand.
Oh lord she shirked, she was one of those, but she blushed and that was cute.

“I’m Josh, and you are?” I asked.

“I’m Diane,” She said.

Her voice wasn’t as soft as Leighton’s; her voice was rough and a little raspy. A little too raspy for my liking, she must be an intense smoker. Leighton was super sweet when she spoke.

“Hot,” Ian said from the background.

I shot him a stern look and he just left.

I took Diane to some cheap motel; no one would know us there. Josh, “the typical rockstar,” was back!