The buzz in my head remained as I returned home. But now my attraction to Theo was vibrating through my whole body, making me feel quite wonderful in a way I never really had.
And Theo had stoked my libido in a way no guy ever had before, either. I’d begun to wonder what was up with me— still being a virgin and not having had any interest in anyone that way.
I knew I wasn’t gay but had considered that I might be asexual. But all such thoughts were immediately and permanently put to rest now by the dampness in my panties.
So, I took them off as soon as I could, not even thinking to remove my shoes first. Jumping onto the bed with previously unknown vigor, I hauled off my pants, my legs dropping open to allow the cool air to ease my aching pussy.
Focused on my breathing, I got a hold of myself, in both senses of the word, my hand going down between my legs as my breath and heartbeat returned to a more regular rate.
I got the first caress in on my tender lips and wished that it was Theo touching me there.
I hadn’t thought I could feel this amazing when I was with someone.
But all my doubts were blown away the moment I met Theo.
I wanted him to take me for my very first time. To rub my clit like I was doing now, except with his big, manly hands instead of my own. To slip a finger or two—or three—inside my hole and feel how wet I was for him. Then to put his cock inside me while he kissed me and played with my nipples.
I had a feeling his cock would be huge and that it would fill me up completely. I wanted his gentle thrusts and his gruff voice saying that he would be careful because he knew it was my first time.
But then I’d tell him to have his way with me and he would, pounding my pussy with that big dick of his, picking me up and making him straddle him with my legs so that he could read the very back of it.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I had an amazing orgasm as I thought about Theo taking my virginity, making sweet love to me on his tour bus all night long under the fireworks of Summerfest.
As I called out his name as I came, I knew that a real-life experience with him would be even better than this amazing fantasy I’d just had of him.
I was determined to make it happen before he left to go back to Norway, because this was my opportunity.
I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted him, and who knew or if he’d ever be back again?
Chapter Ten – Theo
It was a big transformation, going from the notion of a festival and confirming the financial backing, to planning the whole thing out and starting to set it up. Stephanie helped a lot, her management skills proving themselves once again to be in the top tier.
She likely could have done it herself, with some help from Ragner, but Varg and I still needed to know what was going on, to plan accordingly.
The real lynchpin was Becca. Working on a level that the rest of us could only imagine, she conceptualized the entire event, going so far as to draw us up a schematic as well as a schedule.
All we really had to do was follow her lead. No wonder she was in school for orchestra conducting.
I wasn’t sure what to make of that fact at first. It seemed a bit posh, really. But the more I got to know Becca, the cooler both her major and she herself seemed.
There was definitely chemistry between us, but I tried my best not to get my hopes up. I had to get home soon, and I didn’t want to get too attached. If only my heart and mind could come to a consensus.
It was usually a challenge to find just the right thing to wear to a gig. Not that challenges couldn’t be fun but it all did get to be a bit of a fucking grind after a while.
With the help of several people, including Varg and Petra, I put together a set of stage clothes that would work in almost any weather, that were strange enough to evoke mystery, without actually scaring anyone.
The multiple chrome zips on my cargo pants jangled as I crossed the room, destined to get my heavy goggles on the opposite wall. The lenses shaded to make them into sunglasses.
The polyester of my dyed-black lab coat, affixed with a name tag reading Doktor E. Genius, scratched a bit, but it was all for the art. I was wearing a tank top under it to keep from getting too warm.