The Groupie

Another finished show, another backstage pass for me. My boyfriend was in a band, which was a bit popular but only locally. They played smooth rock and he was the coolest. I would get to travel with them in their band bus, which was surprising they had it considering the low budget band they were. After the show always came my favorite part: the sex. The adrenaline of these concerts made my boyfriend be filled with rage and sexual energy, and I loved to let him unleash it all on me. We didn’t care that the bandmates could hear our moaning from outside the room in the bus; they were used to it. Besides, they would also bring girls there sometimes.

We went into the room when all the instruments were put away. “Undress and get on all fours, Paulina.” My boyfriend commanded, almost yelling. His electricity was too enchanting for me; I always felt like needing more from him. I got undressed quickly and set myself over the bed in his desired position. Without even taking his pants off, after unzipping them, he penetrated me with such fury from behind. He continued fucking me good and hard, just like I liked it. He held my head against the pillow with his hand, allowing me to mutely moan on it, while spanking me with his other hand. His spankings got stronger as he continued. My ass was red, both from his slapping and pelvis thrusts.

He flipped me on the bed, then knelt down to eat my pussy. He ate it with as much dedication as he sang his written songs, and I couldn’t help but squirm in pleasure. “Don’t stop, Michael!” I yelled, even if I knew he was not going to stop. He stood up and introduced his cock into my pussy, forcefully fucking me again. It felt wonderful. Before long, he came a big load over my abdomen, then left to the shower. I watched as he left, tired, to take a shower. He was sweaty and looked very sexy; he was slim but had a nice body shape.

I cleaned myself then went outside to see the other band members. “Did you have fun?” asked Tom, the bassist. I giggled. “Always” I said, then looked away. “Our next stop is Seattle” said Tom. I was excited because I’ve always wanted to visit Seattle. I loved to travel with the band and meet different places, and fuck my boyfriend in every new place. After a bit, Michael walked out of the room. “The show was amazing” he said confidently. “Can’t wait for the next one! Good night, band” he said, heading into the bedroom again to sleep. I followed suit and snuck into bed with him. I loved to tease and touch him under the covers, until we both fell asleep.

The following morning came by rather quickly, and the entire band was having breakfast in the bedroom, we had fried eggs and toast. “So excited to be in Seattle” said Tom, and I continued by saying how awesome the show was going to be. “We’re playing in a slightly bigger arena, so it is a bit thrilling” added Michael, my boyfriend. Henry, the usually silent drummer, said that he was ready to give it his best. I loved the determination to succeed that the band hand, and I loved my boyfriend. I loved being with them all the time, and make such nice memories on every new trip. I knew this was not going to be an exception.

We got the hotel that we were going to stay in during the day, because the show was quite late we couldn’t just leave the venue and hit the road again, like the night before. The hotel was quite small, but my boyfriend and I got a room for ourselves. Without saying a word, we went straight onto the bed and had some amazing sex. I didn’t let Michael overdo it, however, because I wanted him to have energy for tonight’s show. We took a little trip of the city, and had some Thai food at a quite nice restaurant close to the hotel.

Three hours before the show, the band was rehearsing and I was bored, as I usually am during rehearsals. The band looked so good while rehearsing, though. The show went on without any problem, and they played 8 songs. It was full of energy, both from the crowd and the band members. After the show, they were going to hold a meet-and-greet with fans backstage. This was the first time the band did anything like this, so they were very excited. I wasn’t part of it, and I didn’t want to bother, so after the show was finished, I gave a kiss to my boyfriend then went to the hotel to wait for the guys.

At the hotel, I was quite bored. I just watched some lame reality shows, good thing the hotel had cable. I waited and waited, and before I knew it, 2 hours had been passed. I guess these meets and greets take time, so I didn’t care much. I started to touch myself, gently playing with my pussy as it slowly got wetter and wetter, while thinking of my boyfriend. I couldn’t wait until he was back. Before long, I fell asleep.

I woke up, and looked at the clock. It had been 3 hours since I had fallen asleep, but no one was back yet. I got worried and tried calling at Michael’s phone, to no answer. I called the bandmates, and got no answer either. It was around 1 a.m. when I decided to go back to the venue to look for my boyfriend. I went there, and the bus was still parked in the front. I quickly went in, but got asked to leave by security. I asked them about the band, and they told me they left hours ago, after the meet and greet. I got suspicious as to why they did not go to the hotel, so I went straight into the bus.

Inside, I found the band. Every one with a different girl by their side. They were kind of high, but made a shocked expression when they saw me. I asked them about Michael, and they said they didn’t know where he was. Then, I tried to walk into the bedroom in case they were lying to me, but the stopped me as I tried to get in. They told me I should go back to the hotel to wait, and I told them I was tired of waiting. I just wanted to see my boyfriend. After that, I heard moaning coming from the bus’s room, and decided to break into it.

Inside, I saw my boyfriend Michael, fucking some blonde chick he probably met after the show. In the exact same position he fucked me a night prior, he looked at me terrified, and so did the girl. I felt tears trying to come out of my eyes, but I just left the room. “Sorry for interrupting” I said as I made my way outside. Michael quickly put some pants on and followed me outside, I was heading to the hotel to pick my stuff and leave.

“Babe, I’m sorry” he said, following me. “Sorry?” I replied, tears already flowing down my face. “If you really cared, you wouldn’t have fucked that girl after the show, and left me waiting…” I continued, still walking ahead of him.

“It was a weak moment, we were high and…” He said, and I interrupted him. “You told me you were going back to the hotel. Not only did you broke that promise, but also didn’t care about cheating on me” I was angry. “Leave me alone Michael, we’re over.” He followed me all the way to the hotel, and as I got into the room to pick my stuff up he tried to kiss me. “Stop, or I’ll scream!” I said to him. “Just… let me go. You have your way, go fuck that girl” I could barely see, tears covering my eyes. “Please forgive me, Paulina…” he pleaded. “I can’t. Who knows how many other girls you fucked after your shows?” He stayed silent as I walked out of the room. Everything became clear to me; I was just another girl to him. And like that, he let me go.

I spent the night in a nearby hotel, and I received no calls or texts from Michael or any of the bandmates. The following morning, I headed towards the bus stop to catch a bus back home, and I passed by the other hotel. The bus was gone, and I had realized that they just left town already. They were probably with the girl from last night, and god knows who else. I just wanted to leave, so I hopped onto the first bus. During the ride, I discovered that I was nothing but a sad groupie.