Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

"Yes sir!"

Some guy.

"I get to go to the concert tonight. That's great."

"Are you not a Leo Rose fan?"

"I'm sure he'll play some of his old hits."

"Alright. Your name sir?"

"Hank."

I wanted to strangle Hank through the radio just then. More talk about Leo Rose that wasn't absolute worship. Suddenly, I was feeling crushed. I wasn't going to win. I mean, I told myself as much before hand, but faced with the reality of it, well, was far more depressing than I think I was really ready for.

Sadly, I looked at my phone and started to go toward the hang up button.

"Caller thirty-three!"

There was some reverb just then. Was that coming from the radio... and my phone?

I swallowed.

"Caller thirty-three, are you there? Caller thirty-three? Do we have to give it to thirty-four?"

It was me. I was caller thirty-three.

I screamed.

"Well then, Caller Thirty-Three!"

"It's me, I'm the winner?" I said into the phone.

"Yes you are, miss! You're the final winner of V.I.P. tickets to tonight's Leo Rose concert!"

I screamed again.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I said, hyperventilating.

"You're welcome, miss! Your name?"

"Haley! I'm Haley, and I'm Leo Rose's biggest fan in the whole wide world! Universe! Everywhere! Thank you!"

"Well Haley, calm down, don't have a heart attack! You can't go to the concert if you're in the hospital!"

"I can't believe it. I'm going to get to meet Leo Rose!"

I screamed for the third time.

I don't think the DJ appreciated it that much. I didn't care.

I was going to get to meet my idol, and that's all that mattered.

I was about to explode in my seat. I was about to see him perform.

All day I was running around trying to get in my best outfit possible. My mother had to talk me out of showing up with my Sunday’s best. This was a concert, not church. Eventually I settled on a Leo Rose t-shirt and jeans, aiming to appear normal instead of some overly-enthusiastic Leo Rose fanatic who was a tad bit over-the-top in love with the guy.

I wouldn't want to come off like that now, would I?