Big Girls Just Want to Have Fun (2 page)

The band was seated on plush leather couches, looking tired but happy. There were maybe twenty people in the room, all diehard fans aside from me. The band was taking pictures, signing autographs, chatting with their fans. I stood in the corner, waiting for Clyde to notice me. Finally he did, his eyes widening in delight, and he came strolling over in my direction with a sly grin plastered on his face.

“
Debbie,” he said. “You made it. I was wondering if you were gonna show.”

“
How could I miss it?” I asked. “That was the show of a lifetime. I can't believe I'd never heard of you guys before.”

“
Well thank you, thank you very much,” he said, doing a little exaggerated bow. “Come on, let me introduce you to the rest of the band.”

He led me over to the other members of Unholy Night.

“
This is Cedric, our guitarist. He looks stern, but really he's a big teddy bear.”

Cedric was very tall and skinny, with long blonde hair and a concerned Nordic expression. He shook my hand, smiling slightly.

“
Freddie, our bassist. The intellect in the group.”

Freddie had dark rimmed glasses, and a black curly Afro. He embraced me in a big bear hug.

“
You like the show?” he asked.

“
It was great,” I said honestly. “One of the best I've ever seen.”

“
And finally, Moe, our drummer. Friendliest guy you'll ever meet.”

“
Debbie,” I said, shaking his hand. He was a bulky dude, with serious muscles. He grinned and clutched my hand in his massive paws.

“
An honor and a privilege,” he said. “Good to meet you.”

“
Whew,” Clyde said, rolling up the sleeves of his ripped t-shirt. “That was an exhausting show. But I think it went pretty well.”

“
For sure,” I agreed. “I was impressed, anyway.”

The crowd of fans was getting more raucous, surrounding the band, talking loudly. I could see Clyde dealing with it with the poise of a professional, but it was clear he was getting a little flustered.

“
Man, it's always a crazy scene after the show,” he said. “You want to get out of here for a little while? Maybe go and check out the tour bus? It's pretty dope, I can tell you that much.”

I considered it. It was strange getting all this attention from a cool rock star like Clyde, and I definitely felt special. But did I really want to go and hang out on his tour bus, alone with him?

I decided I really did. You only live once, right?

“
Okay,” I said. “But just for a little bit.”

“
Oh, you got a hot date tonight?”

“
No,” I said, giving him a smirk. “But maybe me and my curves have other things to do.”

“
I see how it is,” Clyde said. “Come on, you'll like it, I promise.”

Before I knew what was happening, Clyde had grabbed my hand, and was leading me down a long tunnel. I guessed we were headed out of the arena, through the underground. There were roadies and staff hanging all around through the tunnels, and they all smiled and waved when Clyde walked past.

“
Hey man, great set!”

“
Unholy Night slays!”

“
You guys killed it tonight.”

Clyde bore all of it with that same wry grin, giving them a hand wave, stopping briefly to shake some hands and slap some high fives.

“
Doesn't it get old?” I asked, as he continued whisking me down the tunnel, barely fast enough for me to catch my breath.

“
Nope,” he replied honestly. “Never does.”

Finally we made it outside. I looked up at the night sky, a million stars shining down on me. We were behind the arena, where a row of cars and limousines were lined up next to the curb. There was a loading dock on the side where roadies were tirelessly lugging band equipment out of the space. I pointed to a large tour bus, painted in Gothic black and red colors, emblazoned with a giant, fire-breathing dragon.

“
I'm assuming that's your bus?”

“
Sure is. You like the paint job?”

“
It's a little tacky.”

“
Tacky is what I do, babe.”

Clyde fished out a set of keys from his pocket and swung open the doors to the bus. He jumped up the steps, grabbing my hand and hoisting me up behind him. I took in the surroundings. It was a luxurious ride, that was for sure. There was a large couch where the seats would normally be, and in the back I could see a bunch of beds arranged in a bunk style. There was a bar and a television, and what looked like a miniature pool table in the middle of the space. The whole thing was outfitted with chic shag carpet, and mood lighting. It was a rock star bus for sure.

“
Wow,” I said, running my hand over the plush carpet. “This is pretty rock star for sure.” 

“
When we can't fly, it's the next best thing,” Clyde said, shrugging. “Would you like a drink?”

“
No thanks, I'm good for right now.”

“
Suit yourself.” Clyde moved over to the bar, pouring some whiskey from a tumbler into a glass. He took a large swig and set it down. Then he went over to the couch, hopping onto it, shoes and all. He patted the seat next to him.

“
Come sit next to me,” he said.

I hesitated, unsure.

“
Don't worry,” he said. “I'm not going to bite. That is, unless that's what you're into.”

“
I know that!” I said, a little irritated. I walked over and sat next to him, arms crossed. His arm naturally draped around my shoulder, and I had to admit I didn't mind it one bit. I turned to look at him—his tall frame, long dark hair, multifarious tattoos. I still couldn't really believe I was sitting on a tour bus with him, and that his band was apparently so popular. It was like some kind of strange dream.

“
So...” Clyde said.

“
So,” I said, giggling a little bit.

“
You having a good time tonight?”

“
I am, actually.”

“
Good.” He leaned forward and kissed me, strong on the mouth. I could taste the whiskey on his breath, but I didn't mind. I smiled and put my arms around him, and we continued to make out. His hands trailed down to my breasts, and I didn't protest as he squeezed and massaged them through my shirt. Returning the favor, my own hand crept down to his crotch, where the bulge in his pants was already beginning to grow. I moved my hand over his stiffening cock, listening to his soft moans as I rubbed him through his pants. But I didn't stay that way for long. Barely even realizing what I was doing, I unbuttoned his fly and reached down to grab his manhood, skin on skin. I was impressed by his size. I guess it is true what they say about rock stars. He certainly had the right equipment, anyway.

“
You sure know how to treat a guy right,” Clyde said, as I continued to tug on him.

“
Big girls always do,” I said, kissing him again, feeling his tongue stud clanking against my teeth, trying to bring my own tongue as far into his mouth as I could.

“
Hey,” Clyde said, pulling back for a moment. “Do you trust me?”

I looked up, puzzled.

“
Well, I guess so,” I said, a little confused. “I mean we just met earlier tonight. So I don't know you
that
well. Why?”

“
Because I was wondering if you'd put on these.”

Clyde reached over into a compartment beneath the bar, and came out with a pair of stainless steel handcuffs. My eyes widened when I saw them.

“
What are
those
?”

“
What do they look like, baby? Handcuffs?”

“
Huh. Do you always handcuff girls you bring back onto the tour bus.”

He shook his head. “Nah, not always. But I have to warn you, I'm pretty into bondage. BDSM, that kind of thing. Not any of the real extreme stuff. But seeing a chick bound and helpless kind of gets me going.”

“
Hmm,” I said, considering. To be honest, it's not like I'd never done anything like this before. My last boyfriend also liked to get kinky once in a while. But he wasn't in a famous rock band, and he wasn't nearly as cute as Clyde.

“
Okay,” I said. “I'll put on the handcuffs. But only if I can put them on
you
later.”

Clyde smiled.

“
Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way.”

With a wry smile, Clyde swung the cuffs around on his hands. I extended my arms out in front of me, eager to see where all this was heading.

“
All right, master,” I said, tongue firmly in cheek. “I am at your command.”

“
That's a good girl,” Clyde said, slapping the cuffs around my wrists. I struggled and pressed against the restraints, but they were holding firm.

“
Where did you get these things?” I asked, trying to hold back my laughter, although I did find the idea of the whole thing pretty sexy.

“
Army surplus store,” Clyde said, shrugging. “Are those things too tight?”

“
No,” I said. “They feel great.”

“
Good,” Clyde said, his hand trailing down my leg, grazing across my ass. “Now it's my turn to make you feel great.”

Clyde began the slow process of unbuttoning my jeans, slowly sliding them down my legs, revealing my hot pink panties.

“
Ooh,” I said, giggling. “Looks like I dressed sexy for you today.”

“
You sure know how to treat a guy right,” Clyde said. He lowered his head, pressing his mouth against my stomach, kissing around my belly button, moving up toward my breasts. I tried to undo my blouse to help him along, before remembering I couldn't use my hands. With deft precision, Clyde unhooked my bra, massaging my breasts with his hands. He ran his mouth over my nipples, licking them softly before sliding his mouth back down my torso.

I suddenly felt myself swept up in the heat of the moment, and felt a great tingling passion begin to burn down below. I moaned as Clyde continued slowly sliding his tongue down my belly, until he reached my panties. He kissed around my thighs, hoisting my legs up into the air, before moving his mouth to the thin fabric covering my womanhood. I gasped as his tongue lapped over my mound, and I felt myself becoming very wet indeed. My whole body was shaking with energy, and by the time Clyde peeled off my panties, I could barely contain myself anymore.

Now Clyde was really getting into it, his tongue working over my warm slit. I gasped as he supped on my hard lovebutton, his practiced tongue moving expertly back and forth over my nub. My entire body felt laced with electricity, and I knew that very shortly I was about to have an orgasm like I'd never had before.

I can't believe this is happening
, I thought.
He's too good at this
...
I've never had a guy go down on me like this before.

Once more Clyde's tongue lashed along my sweet warmth, and I couldn't take it any longer.

“
Oh God!” I cried, and I came harder than I ever have in my life, struggling my hands against the cuffs in a futile effort. But Clyde didn't stop, still going to town on me ferociously, leaving me soaking wet, shaking, wanting more.

“
Come on!” I yelled, surprised at how forceful the words sounded leaving my mouth. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Clyde obviously felt the same way, moving his hard, giant manhood toward my slit as I braced for him to enter me.

A gasp came rushing forth from my mouth. Clyde slipped his way inside me, and began to thrust. My back was pressed up against the bar on the tour bus, but I didn't care. Clyde's muscular body was making love to me, and I was enjoying every second of it. His hands found their way to my breasts as we came together, our bodies writhing as one.

Clyde spun me around, so my plump ass was riding up and down in his face as he continued to pound away at me. My hands grasped the mini-bar as I moaned, letting him ride me, never wanting it to end. I came yet again, and I knew immediately that I had never felt these kinds of sensations with any other lover. But I knew Clyde wouldn't be able to last much longer. His thrusts were coming further and further apart, and his moans were increasing in both frequency and intensity.

“
You gonna blow?” I said, the words coming hot and heavy. Clyde didn't respond, but I knew it was a yes. Still cuffed, I spun around, falling to my knees.

“
In my mouth,” I said, matter-of-factly. “I want to swallow it.”

Clyde arched his head back, his beautiful dark hair falling in his face. He closed his eyes, and I wrapped my mouth around his member.