Amanda
"Where the hell have you been, girl?" My father's voice sounded over the speakers, embarrassing the fuck out of me.
"Uncle Terry drove me to a hotel to hear some music."
"You went to a fucking hotel? With who?"
"Uncle Terry drove me." I groaned and shifted my dress, averting my eyes from my father's strict gaze. I made it back before the end of the ceremony and figured he would be at least happy I hadn't left for good, but he was eying me with suspicion.
"With who?"
"This drummer guy. I went to work on some music," I said, my voice lost in the crowd of cheers.
"Music?" He snorted, shaking his head in disappointment.
I shrugged, sticking to my lie, and my father turned back toward the stage. Everyone was standing up, and I was a short girl. I couldn't see anything behind me. Curtis had headed back toward his seat in the back, leaving me with no farewell kiss. I couldn't blame him because my uncle had followed closely behind. I had wanted to join him and his bandmates instead of being up in the front with my family.
My sister wrapped her arms around me, swaying my stiff body to the music. I didn't want to listen to this shit. I wanted Curtis's tongue back on my clit and his cock deep in my pussy. I had awaited his text and call for months, and when I finally saw him, I gave him a playful piece of my mind that must have sparked his interest. I thought maybe he thought I was too young for him. He was in his thirties, and I was only 19.
I hadn't expected tonight and froze when Curtis proposed we fuck. I hadn't mentioned I was a virgin since it usually scared guys off. But Curtis quickly took it, giving me everything I wanted. However fast, I couldn't wait for more.
My sister, Diana's voice rang in my ear as she held me tightly, "You did it didn't you!"
She was loud, but nothing sounded over the pop tune being sung on stage. I kept quiet and turned to give her a face full of attitude for trying to be in my business.
"I know you did cause your dress crooked as fuck," she started cackling in my ear before adjusting my dress to the proper place.
"What was it like? And you better pray daddy doesn't find out."
I ignored the hell out of Diana, focusing on the last few segments.
Diana and I were close but far apart in age. She was 29, and although she pretended to be my friend, she acted like my mother and often ratted on me to my dad.
"Was it that weird white dude?" Diana mocked.
"No."
I shrugged off her embrace and sat down. While everyone else swayed to the music, my thoughts were consumed with one thing. Sex.
I hadn't expected Curtis to be my first. Like me, I took him for a similar nervous wreck. He had mentioned he suffered from some anxiety, but not tonight. He was bold as fuck. He had licked my pussy with chivalry, and I wanted more.
I tapped my fingers on the table to the melody in my mind. I didn't know the song playing, and I needed music to calm my nerves. Thinking of ways to sneak off at the after-party made me jittery then the thought of us not being at the same place made me nervous.
When the show was over, the lights came on. I looked down to make sure my dress was in place, and my dad wouldn't notice anything off. Thank God Curtis had given me back my underwear, although the idea of him keeping my panties made me soaking wet.
My father turned toward me and dropped his smile, "You are going back to the hotel. You've had enough adventures tonight."
"What?" I pouted and folded my arms, "I went to listen to some samples. It wasn't an adventure. It was work. All I do is work, daddy."
"Come on. It's damn near midnight," he said, grabbing my hand.
He was 6'6 and efficiently ushered our group of six through the vast crowd. I saw a few celebrities but could hardly get star-struck since I was walking so fast. My dad finally broke to talk to Larry Beck, a 90's R&B singer I had heard of. While my dad was smiling and laughing with him, I got pulled over to the side by my sister, who was conversing with a young rapper.
"Me and Kash are sisters. Don't we look alike?" She giggled.
I smiled to get the guy to see the resemblance, then looked toward the left and saw Curtis laughing with his bandmates. I bit my bottom lip and gazed lustfully as his lips enveloped the top of a beer bottle. He then swiped his mouth, which was the only thing on my mind. His blonde beard was full and had tickled my thighs when he was between my legs. The way I had pulled his shaggy blonde hair. Fuck, I couldn't stop thinking about his tongue on me and suddenly felt my knees weaken. Regardless, I strutted toward their table.
When we locked eyes, Curtis stood to his feet and walked over. He swiped his nose and sniffed, looking back at his band before settling his sights on me, "Hey. Are you feeling okay?"
I smirked, "I'm good. I wish I could go with you, but my dad is taking us back to the hotel, so...."
"Fuck, we've got to do that gig, then," Curtis shook his head, "You've got my number. Just text me."
"I will," I beamed up at him.
Curtis stepped closer just as my dad's large hand pulled me back, "Come on, let's get outta here. I know Terry is ready to drink."
I rolled my eyes. Fuck Terry with his cock blocking ass, and fuck the rest of my mooching family. I was the one making money, yet everyone else made the decisions.
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Back in the hotel room, my sister and I lounged on the king bed and ordered room service. I texted Curtis but had yet to get a reply. I was sure he was busy playing with the band, and I didn't want to be a bugaboo, so I waited.
When he finally texted me, it was 5 am, and my sister was knocked out with her arm lying across my stomach. I was cuddling with my sister when I wanted to be hunching on Curtis. I eagerly replied, sending a picture of me lying back with cleavage on display. He sent a message back of him in a crowded club with a few other of his bandmates. He was so photo-genetic, donning a serious but sensual pose.
I groaned when I also got a text from Levi. He mentioned that I looked good tonight, and I ignored his thirsty message and was about to text Curtis back when my phone rang.
'Calm Curtis' popped up with a picture of him I had swiped from Google. My heart leaped, and butterflies were flying.
"Hey," I answered in a calm voice.
"Amanda!" his loud voice was slurred, "Where are you?"
I loved how he said my name since my moniker always sounded awkward coming from his lips. I hadn't picked the name; my manager said I had cat eyes.
I whispered back, "I am staying at the Ritz. Can you-"
"Ritz." I heard him yell, and others talked around him, "Amanda?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm on my way to you."
"Wait. Um, I am not alone. My sister is here. I don't-".
"Meet me in the lobby, Kitty."
I almost squealed at his nickname for me, however unoriginal, and quickly agreed. I changed into a pair of booty shorts and a hoodie. I grabbed my sunglasses and purse and headed toward the lobby.
When Curtis walked into the hotel, he appeared different than before. He had a unique swag that was different from the guys I had been around. I could tell he was drunk and stumbling a bit.
I stood to greet him but sat down when I noticed Levi and some other people behind him. Levi and my dad were somewhat allied. My father was set on us being an item and had even set me up on a date with the married singer.
Curtis recognized me instantly and plopped beside me, keeping some distance between us.
