It had been a gruelling couple of weeks on the road. We were all getting tired - not to mention cranky - and the idea of keeping it up for another couple of weeks was almost enough to make a man cry. Now, to top it off, we were back stage at a stadium where a show had been cancelled at the last minute, leaving us with a suddenly free evening. Or, to put it another way, taking away the one reason we had to be on the road in the first place.
I didn't know how the other band members were handling things, all I knew was that getting the occasional blowjob from a groupie wasn't enough to relieve my stress. And, without a show tonight, even
that
wasn't going to happen.
Most of the band had left, in search of clubs or bars where they could drink their stress away. I was on my way to see the lead singer,
Ana,
about something, I don't remember what, but I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I neglected to knock, I just barged right into her dressing room. To my surprise, she was on the couch, underneath some topless young thing; obviously a groupie. The girl's jean shorts were unzipped, and Ana had a hand inside, obviously fingering this girl to one of the best orgasms of her young life, while she continually kissed her neck and cleavage, and tweaked her nipples with her teeth. The girl was in some kind of personal
heaven:
Here she was, half naked, on a couch backstage with her personal idol. It was probably the high point of her life.
My relationship with Ana had always been strictly platonic, built on mutual respect - she was a fantastic singer, and I was a competent and instinctive guitarist - so I'd never expected to be present to see her in bed with
anyone,
let alone a woman. I didn't even know she was bi! All I knew about her sex life was that she'd left a husband behind when we went on tour. But I was now discovering that she could be a skilled and wanton lover, when the mood took her.
The pleasure was finally too great for the girl, and she buried her face in the collar of Ana's shirt as she came, trying to muffle the sound of her orgasm. As she did so, Ana moved her head, and finally noticed me standing there. I
should
have been embarrassed, having caught her
in flagrante delicto
, but I was far past that. Instead, I inclined my head in a "well done, my friend" kind of motion, and she smiled a slightly wicked smile at me.
"Ready for some real fun?" she asked, and by the way she maintained eye contact with me, it was clear that she was talking to both the groupie and myself.
The girl raised up her head, gently kissed Ana's lips, and whispered, "Yes!" Ana got out from under her, discarded her tights, and sat on the arm of the couch. She spread her legs wide, and with no hesitation at all the girl positioned herself between Ana's thighs, and lovingly got to work kissing and licking her way toward the heat of Ana's pussy. She still had no idea I was in the room; all she knew was that her idol's pussy was right there in front of her face, and she was going to make the most of the opportunity.
And she must have had some skill, because Ana closed her eyes, buried her fingers in the girl's hair, and rolled her head back, momentarily forgetting about me to give herself in to the sensations radiating from her clit.
Feeling that this was the right moment to make my presence felt, I came up behind the girl, ran my hand over the warm, smooth skin of her back, and gently slid her jean shorts down her thighs, getting them out of the way. She barely even reacted, so intent was she on the pussy in front of her, but she did move a little, to make it easier to slide off the shorts, and raised herself up to present herself to me, so I knew that whatever came next would definitely be consensual!
I slid a finger - then another - into this girl's soaking wet pussy. She moaned her pleasure, the moans going right into Ana, who looked up and smiled at me. As I continued to finger the girl, Ana stripped off her top, keeping eye contact with me every second, freeing herself to completely enjoy the moment without encumbrance, but also baring herself to me. Her nipples were rock hard, and to this day I have no idea if it was because of the pleasure she was receiving, or because of the control she was exerting over this girl.
And at this point, we were
both
using her. She had started out as a groupie, but she'd graduated to sex toy. I managed to get out of my own clothes, withdrew my fingers (noticing the expected moan of disappointment as her hole became empty), and then placed my cock at her entrance. Again, Ana and I maintained eye contact as I slowly pushed into the girl. Ana tweaked one of her own nipples, and I playfully raised an eyebrow. My feelings for her were still platonic - I cared more for her as a singer than I did as a woman - but in this moment, I was essentially fucking her via this anonymous girl's body. Perhaps more importantly, we were both controlling her; the feeling of power was intoxicating.
I was taking my time, but when I was finally balls-deep I allowed myself to break eye contact with Ana to close my eyes and savour the moment. This girl was young, tight, and obviously
eager,
so it was a moment to enjoy!
I opened my eyes back up, and Ana gave me a look that said, "well, are you going to
fuck
her or what?" So I slapped the girl's ass, and started to do just that. I grabbed her hips, so that I could hold her in place; my thrusts wouldn't keep throwing her out of position. After all, she needed to keep servicing Ana. Still, I hadn't had more than a blowjob in two weeks, so I fucked her as hard as I could without sending Ana toppling off the side of the couch.
