Fantasy Musings

She had known it as long as she could remember. Ashley was meant for HIM. HIM being J-Rod, of course…as if everyone didn’t already know that. And, if they didn’t, they certainly couldn’t blame HER. She had made it known to anyone who would listen. She would marry him and bear his children.

J-Rod was one of the most famous pop stars in the world. He had made his mark with a boy band, was a singer/dancer/rapper, and yes, even an actor of some note. He dated famous Hollywood hotties, and went through them like a knife thru warm butter. Every couple months he had his latest conquest on his arm. But that didn’t bother Ashley. She knew they were just dalliances. Once he met HER…he would be smitten, and give up his roving eye.

She was a beautiful girl. She’d been quite young when his boy band was popular. In her pre-teens, she knew all their songs, and could mimic all their dance moves. But she had grown up now…blonde with long shiny hair, a body that could stop a diesel locomotive, and a sweet, gentle manner. She WAS the most beautiful girl in school. But, her heart was already taken. No matter how many guys hit on her, asked her out, courted her or wooed her, she was kind in response, but gently rebuffed all of them…never giving them any serious mind.

She had been to every J-Rod show since she could recall. With the band or without…she’d seen his movies…she belonged to his fan web site. But always, in the past, because of her age…one or both of her parents had chaperoned her trips to the concerts. This year, she had finally come of legal age, and when she told them she was going with her girlfriends instead of them, they didn’t have a lot to say about it. This was often the way it was. Ashley had an agenda…and woe to the person who stood in her way.

She and three friends (Courtney, Kailey and Katie) made the two-hour trip from the small town where they lived to see the big concert. They were giddy the whole way. Even though, at their age, it was no longer cool to be "boy crazy"…they were, at least when they were alone…without guys or adults present. Sure, the humor was just a bit more crude than the boy craziness a few years ago. But, after all, they were grown up now…and they weren’t ashamed of their power as young women. They were a little more willing to be up front about what they wanted out of life…and out of a lover.

Ashley had never had a lover. Well, in her heart, yes…but not physically. And she knew she never would until she met HIM. No question about it. The girls with her were up for almost anything…but not Ashley. She was a soldier on a mission, and nothing would keep her from her date with destiny.

The concert was great. The girls had a blast flirting with guys in the crowd around them. In fact, they’d kind of hooked up and wandered off by the end of the evening. But that was cool. They’d agreed to meet back at the car at midnight for the late trip home.

But Ashley had a plan. She headed to the side of the stage as soon as the concert was over. She was used to parting the waters wherever she went because she was such a knockout. She figured that she’d trade on that again to get to her ultimate goal: Alone-time with J-Rod.

Big Steve also had a plan. He’d been with J-Rod as his primary bodyguard for three and a half years. Usually, that meant he was at his side. But he’d learned something over time. Finding incredibly hot, desperate girls when you were tight with J-Rod was…well, it was like shooting fish in a barrel. So he would always pick his place…and then wait to see what/who showed up near the stage. He cut quite the figure. 6′4", shaved bald, dark thick eyebrows, and an amazing physique. The man was…cut. He averaged 3 hours a day in the gym. Even working out on his own traveling mini-gym as needed. No one gave him trouble. Ever.

As Ashley broke free of the exiting crowd, she saw a tall bald man standing just off the stage. This was her chance! As she got closer, she saw that he was a mountain of a man next to her small 5′3" frame. She slowed down and approached him. He stood with his arms crossed, watching her. She was one hot little number. But clearly delusional…like they all seemed to be. He knew what would come out of her mouth even before she said it.

"Mister, can you help me, please? I have to get backstage to see J-Rod. It’s really important!"

"I’m sure it is, sweetheart. Do you know what my job is?"

"Umm…bouncer…bodyguard?"

"That’s right. To keep people away from him. But he and I are tight, ya know. He respects my judgment."

"Really??"

"Really. And that means that if I see someone really special…someone I know he’d want to see…I can take them backstage into a private area to meet him after the backstage guests clear out."

"Oh God. Please let that someone be me. I’ll do anything!!"

"Yes, I’m sure you would. Listen, here’s the way this works. I’m going to hand you a little pill and you’re going to take it. You’re clearly very stressed right now…and J-Rod likes to relax after the show. He doesn’t need some teen head-case all over him. This will help you relax. Taking it is your ticket backstage."

Big Steve held out a small white pill. Ashley looked at it, and processed about a month of thinking into 3 seconds. She was on a mission. This was her life’s dream. No price was too high. She took the pill from his hand, tossed it in her mouth and swallowed it…all in one quick, smooth motion.

"Good girl. Now, come with me." He walked her back to a small room. He opened the door and flipped on the lights. "Have a seat on the couch over there. J-Rod should be here in a few minutes."

J-Rod was rather small as adult males go. Standing all of 5 foot, 7-and-one-half inches…he was hardly an imposing figure. He had short blondish-brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a dazzling smile. And he had his hands full tonight, with guests from his record label, and a corporate sponsor who was underwriting this tour. He would be headed to a banquet room down the hall in a few moments…where he’d be busy for at least the next two hours with a privately catered spread for him to entertain his guests. It was a safe environment, and Big Steve had cleared it ahead of time that he’d like some time off, at least until they headed back to the hotel. He peeked back across the stage to make sure that everything was under control, then peeked out past the curtain. The venue was nearly empty now. He was off the hook. He headed for the water cooler and threw back a few hits of clear, cold water. He wanted his faculties completely intact for that which was to come.

The same could not be said for Ashley. Her head was swimming. She’d been waiting for about 10 minutes, and her anxiety made her feel like she was about to burst. "I wonder when that pill is going to kick in? I could stand to chill a bit." But, at the same time, she was feeling mildly dizzy and disoriented. Her vision wasn’t quite clear. But her heart was. She knew that she’d never have another chance like this to make an impression. She sat, feeling very loopy, trying to keep her head straight while she attempted to keep her gaze locked on the door. But, make no mistake, she was ready to pounce on him when he came in. He would never forget the time he spent with her.

Big Steve checked his watch. 7 minutes had elapsed. Should be just about right. This was the good stuff. Fast-acting and idiot-proof. He walked back toward the little room and slowly opened the door.

"Ashley!" he said, with a big smile. "So good to meet you!"

Such are the ways of the chemically-enhanced brain. Ugly women become beautiful. Anyone becomes the world’s greatest karaoke performer…and a 6′3" bald muscleman becomes a stunning 25-year-old pop star. Ashley rushed to him and threw her arms around him…kissing him for all she was worth. She knew that there was power in her kiss. She knew it could make the blind see, and the lame walk. "J-Rod…please. I am unlike any other girl you’ve ever met. It’s our destiny to be together. Please…let me pleasure you…" She could barely stand, but she couldn’t let that slow her down. She pulled him quickly to the couch and pushed him back until he sat down.

"Who am I to say no to such a beautiful lady?", said Big Steve.

Her fingers were clumsily working at this zipper…trying to reach his manhood. The manhood she had dreamed of for years. She gasped as she reached it and pulled it free. "Oh my God! I never imagined…"

"It’s OK, Ashley. Just show me this destiny you speak of. You are so beautiful…"

She wrapped her lips around his massive cock. Big Steve had had that nickname since 8th grade…when he’d undergone a huge growth spurt…popping up 3 inches in a year, seeing his muscular definition emerge, and…yes, by being at least two inches longer than any other guy his age. One young fool, who didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to notice, popped up and said, "Jeez, Steve…you’ve got a BIG one!" And the nickname stuck.

Ashley sucked him for all she was worth. No one knew it, but she had practiced on anything she could find for years. But all her true passion had been saved for the love of her life. She suckled gently on his balls, as she’d heard her friends talk about…saying how it drove their boyfriends wild. And J-Rod/Steve was no different. He moaned and held her head in his massive hands. As she began bobbing up and down on his huge cock again, he lifted her shirt up and began fondling her full breasts. She was exquisite. Perfect nipples. Such a blend of girl and woman. Her nipples stiffened quickly at his touch…and he tugged and twisted on them…causing her to moan in response.

Steve felt the rush of cum building and he held her head still so she could take it all in, then swallow it. He’d been with many of these little teen fans before…but most were like limp fish when the action actually began. This girl was ALIVE with passion. He lifted her small frame and sat her on his lap…bending down to suck on those incredible nipples. She held his head, pulling him hard to her…as if she couldn’t get enough of him. He was so turned on that his cock never really lost its stiffness, and now, as his mouth devoured her, as his nose was full of her scent…as he unfastened her pants and pulled them and her thong down and off her…he could barely resist the thought of impaling her. But he wanted to drive her wild first.

He picked her up and flipped her around on his lap…leaning her back against his chest. His hand went immediately between her legs. He gently pushed them apart, and began slowly massaging her slit with his long, thick fingers. She began to moan almost as soon as he touched her. He slipped his finger between her lips and began rubbing around her clit slowly and with just the right amount of pleasure. Her breathing grew slow and deep…the moaning softened and became guttural…nearly a growl. She’d never felt ANYTHING like this before..and it was all at the hands of her one true love!

She was dripping and open and receiving anything his fingers wanted to do to her. She was in heaven. All at once, he lifted her up and began to set her back down on his huge cock. She gasped as she felt a hard pinch. She clenched her jaw as he popped through and slid her slowly down on him. She moved slowly as she felt herself being penetrated for the first time. He leaned her back toward him, and she felt him flexing his hips…driving that huge muscle deeper inside her. "Oh God!"

He shifted his weight and set her down on her hands and knees on the couch…never breaking contact with his cock. He took his position above and behind, and began long, slow strokes deep inside her. She felt like she was being smacked again and again with the pleasure bat. Something so amazing, and so stimulating, that it was far beyond words. J-Rod was piercing her with his manhood again and again. No pleasure on this planet could be greater!

Steve had picked up the speed now…he was like a piston churning away inside her. Only a strong man could be moving this fast, but still maintaining such long strokes without losing power. Ashley was nearly screaming now. It would have been called screaming by almost anyone who had heard it. He knew that she was about done…and he felt that mad rush coming on again. He waited until he knew she had exploded within, and he pulled out, shooting long ropes of warm wetness across her back. He bent down and rubbed it into her skin, as she lay there, trying to catch her breath.

Big Steve knew his chemistry…or at least how to follow the instructions he’d been given. He pulled out a small break-pack..the same kind used to wake someone who has fainted…but this has the opposite effect. She crumbled almost instantly into unconsciouness. He had about 10 minutes. He cleaned her up a bit and dressed her, and sat her up on the couch. Once she woke, her head would be starting to clear as well from the effects of the little white pill. He left the room and returned about 15 minutes later. He shook her shoulder gently and woke her, asking, "So…did you and J-Rod have a nice time?"

"Oh my God…it was beyond words!", she said.

"Glad to hear it."

Big Steve helped the still-dizzy Ashley back out through the auditorium, to the exit where she was parked.

"Oh no!" she shrieked.

"What’s wrong?", he asked.

"I forgot to give J-Rod my number!"

"It’s OK. Just give it to me. I’ll make sure he gets it, in case he needs to get ahold of you."

"Oh, he will. He really will. He and I were BORN to be together."

And she waited for his call. The call that she knew would come one day. She knew that she could wait forever.