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  Not Your Groupie

  Owen Andrews

  Contents

  A Taste

  1. Mia

  2. Mia

  3. Grant

  4. Mia

  5. Mia

  6. Grant

  7. Mia

  8. Mia

  9. Grant

  10. Mia

  11. Mia

  12. Grant

  13. Mia

  14. Mia

  15. Mia

  16. Grant

  17. Grant

  18. Mia

  19. Mia

  20. Mia

  21. Grant

  22. Grant

  23. Mia

  24. Grant

  25. Mia

  26. Mia

  27. Grant

  28. Mia

  29. Grant

  30. Mia

  31. Mia

  32. Grant

  33. Mia

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  Not Your Groupie

  By Owen Andrews

  Copyright 2017 Owen Andrews

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  Individuals pictured on the cover are models and used for illustrative purposes only.

  First digital edition electronically published by Owen Andrews, February 2017

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  A Taste

  Grant led me closer to the front. Towards the stage. I felt my palms getting sweaty as we approached. I could see light from the arena on the other side. Out there were thousands of women who would kill to be where I was right now, and I had a feeling I was the one they’d be more than happy to kill.

  Then again I hadn’t been ripped to shreds earlier when he pulled me up on stage so I suppose that was a plus.

  The crowd was chanting. Grant pulled me over to get a quick look out on the stage proper. Far enough back that we couldn't be seen, but close enough that I could see the crowd. Women shrieking and screaming for the band to do another song even though it was obvious they were done. The lights were coming on overhead in the universal concert signal for “go home, nothing to see here.” That could have been me stuck out there worrying about the traffic I was going to have to sit through and dealing with ringing ears from music I didn’t care for. Only that wasn’t happening because I’d run into Grant and got backstage tickets.

  Funny how life works out.

  "All those women out there screaming for you," I said.

  It was wild thinking about that. All those women wanted nothing more than to see Grant. Maybe get up close and personal. And here I was the one girl in the entire arena who didn’t even care for the band and I was the one back here with him. Like I said, funny how life works out.

  Grant came up beside me and shrugged. "Occupational hazard."

  He grinned as he looked down at me, and I saw him look me up and down . That quick look sent a thrill running through me. How could I have ever thought this guy was gay? There was no mistaking that look. Then again he had gone with that strange expectant look at the diner rather than jumping straight to the eye fucking that he was treating me to right now. If he’d opened with this in the diner instead of waiting for me to recognize him then things would have gone very differently.

  Not necessarily in a good way either. I probably would’ve turned into a babbling incoherent mess even if I didn’t know who he was.

  I felt something that made me jump even as it sent a thrill through me. Grant's arms snaked around me and his muscles pressed against my back. I closed my eyes as an involuntary shiver ran up and down my body. Damn he felt so damn good, and his body was still so very hot from being out onstage. The heat seemed to radiate off him in waves and it was causing a heat to rise between my legs in counterpoint to the feel of his body against me. Damn!

  And this was the lead singer of a band I’d deliberately avoided for years doing this to me. It was like my body was committing the ultimate betrayal, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. There wasn’t anything I wanted to do about it. No, I wanted to stay like that with him pressed up against me and a crowd chanting his name in front of me forever. It was a quiet moment, but it was something that was going to stick with me for the rest of my life just as much as that moment on stage with him serenading me.

  He did one better than just pressing against me though. His other arm wrapped around me and then his entire body was pressing against me. I froze, unsure of what to do. Unsure that this was actually happening. Sure there was the whole pop star thing he had going for him and that was nice and all, but more than anything I was just a woman with a hot guy pressing against her, not quite believing my luck.

  Only the rock hard and sculpted muscles on his chest, his stomach, pressed against me were all too real. And then, holy shit, I felt something else that was rock hard pressing against me. Except it was pressing against my ass as he pulled me against him.

  I felt a fire raging in my pussy where his cock was obviously connecting with my ass. Where he was grinding against me. Not even bothering to be subtle about it. And why should he bother to be subtle? This was Grant Thompson, we were backstage at a concert he'd just rocked judging by the women still screaming out there. He could have his pick of any girl out there and yet he was grinding against me.

  I think that more than anything else was what did it for me. His status as the star of the show meant he could quite literally go out to any girl screaming in that crowd, a crowd probably filled with girls way hotter than me, and they’d come running at the snap of a finger. Maybe even at just a look. And yet despite having that power, despite having that choice, he was pulling me against him instead.

  It defied explanation. I was nothing special. Not really. Yet here I was. I couldn’t deny what was happening when the rock hard evidence was right behind me!

  I took in a quick breath, so quiet that I didn't think it could be heard over the roaring crowd outside, but he was close enough that he could feel it. He laughed a low laugh behind me. And he pressed against me even harder. To the point that he was practically dry humping me with the only thing preventing us from being seen by everyone out there was a few feet of scaffolding that hid the backstage area from the screaming throngs.

  "You know I could have any girl I wanted out there," he said.

  I shivered again. Was that a little egotistical? Sure, but from his tone he was just making a plain statement of fact. A plain statement of fact that I knew was absolutely true. And he was grinding against me for some reason.

  1

  Mia

  Kayla looked so excited that I was immediately on guard. That was the sort of smile I saw back in middle school when she was about to get us in a hell of a lot of trouble with one of the nuns. That was the sort of smile I saw on her face in high school when we'd made our way to public school and she was about to do something that could get us expelled. That was the kind of smile she had on her face in college when we were about to do something that was going to give me a serious headache and a case of regrets the following morning.

  In short I was so fucking stoked to find out whatever it was that put that stupid grin on her face.

  "Okay, spill."

  Kayla paused for a dramatic moment and looked around the restaurant. It was a nice enough joint downtown that had decent prices for the business lunch crowd. That's all I cared about since I was still new enough in my job, fresh out of college, that I tried to scrimp and save wherever I could.

  As Kayla looked around I got even more excited. She was starting to look do
wnright conspiratorial. It was looking like I was about to have an adventure the likes of which I thought would never happen again when I got my diploma and found myself plopped directly into corporate America.

  God how I needed some excitement after all the crap I was putting up with at work.

  It was a hell of an adjustment going from summers spent at the beach partying to dealing with a job where I was expected to work like I had, well, a job.

  Not that I'd never had a job before, it's just that I was used to having a summer job that also allowed time to have fun.

  "Well you know how I've been going on about the sold-out Twenty Promises reunion tour that's coming to town?"

  "Yeah…"

  And just like that I was a little less excited. My grimace must've shown because Kayla rolled her eyes and let out a disgusted noise of her own.

  Twenty Promises. Ugh.

  I'd never been obsessed with them like every other girl in our high school. They hit when I was going through my high school contrarian phase, and by the time I came out of it they’d imploded for some reason and weren't the big thing anymore.

  I’d breathed a sigh of relief that day. It meant no more Kayla constantly bothering me about them even if she did keep that ridiculous poster over her bed for way longer than was appropriate. The damn thing even came to our dorm.

  Like I said, ugh.

  Of course there was no avoiding them when they were big so I'd been forced to endure some of their music.

  On the radio. People playing them in class and getting in trouble. Kayla forcing me to listen to them when she gave me rides. Hearing them at school dances. They were everywhere.

  Until they weren't.

  I'd been happy when they weren't anywhere anymore. This reunion tour had been a thorn in my side ever since Kayla heard about it. She hadn't shut up about it.

  "What about them? Like you said they're sold out."

  "That's what I'm so excited about!" Kayla said.

  I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as she clapped and squealed. I was getting worried. Kayla wouldn't be this excited about that concert if it was sold out and she didn't have tickets.

  Which could only mean…

  "I won tickets in a contest! Can you believe it?"

  "You won," I said.

  My voice was flat but Kayla didn't seem to notice. That or she was ignoring my tone. That was more likely. She didn't miss much.

  "Yes!"

  Her squealing was so high pitched that I nearly put my hands over my ears. People at other tables turned to glare at us but she was oblivious.

  It reminded me of exactly how we'd been, well, back in high school when Kayla was obsessed with Twenty Promises.

  Her obsession coupled with my avoidance of anything that was remotely popular at the time had caused some friction in our friendship. I was starting to feel a little bit of that friction returning. Weird. I thought all that was buried a decade ago.

  "Well that's great for you Kayla!"

  "Oh no," she said. "You're not getting away that easily. You're coming with me!"

  I set my fork down. "I don't think so."

  "Come on Mia!" Kayla whined. That was the whine she used whenever she was trying to get me to do something she knew I didn’t want to do. I hated that whine because I knew this conversation would end with me giving in.

  “You don’t want me at that concert with you,” I said.

  “Sure I do! I need somebody to go with me and I can't think of anybody better than my best friend!"

  I arched an eyebrow. "Did you honestly forget how I felt about them or are you just screwing with me?"

  Kayla shrugged and smiled. That was a smile that said she hadn't forgotten. Not at all. No, she was fucking with me now. I sighed.

  "I hadn't forgotten," she said. "Not exactly. But have you forgotten your promise?"

  Damn it. I thought we were beyond that. I thought that promise was so far behind us that Kayla didn't remember it. Only it was starting to look like she had one hell of a better memory than I'd ever given her credit for.

  "Are you really bringing up a stupid promise you made back in high school?"

  "I'm going to make you love Twenty Promises!" Kayla said. "I don't care what it takes! And I think front row tickets where we'll be close enough to see everything is exactly what you'll need!"

  I rolled my eyes. "Barf! Have you even seen pictures of them lately? They're probably all old, bald, and so overweight that they need roadies to hold them up when they climb on top of groupies so they don't accidentally crush them! They probably can’t get on stage without their nurse pushing them out in a wheelchair!“

  Anger flashed in Kayla's eyes, quickly replaced with a smile. Usually that would've been enough to get her angry.

  I don't know why I was trying to provoke her like I had in the old days, but there it was. Her attempt to fulfill a decade old promise to me, a promise I considered more of a decades-old threat, was making me feel just as snarky as I'd been back in the day.

  It was like we were falling into our old roles after so long, and I wasn’t sure that was a good thing. The last thing I needed on top of work stress was friendship stress.

  Or the stress that came from knowing I was going to be dragged to a Twenty Promises concert.

  "I have seen their pictures thank you very much," she said. "And they look quite nice."

  "Oh yeah? Do they still looked sexy posing for publicity photos with their walkers?"

  "You know they're not that much older than we are," Kayla said. "They’re like five years older tops. They hit big when they were young. I figure I totally have a chance!"

  "I'm sure they're all married and spoken for by now. Surely some lucky groupies locked them up back in the day."

  Kayla shrugged. "I don't know. But even if they're married, I'd be happy to be their one night stand!"

  "You slut!" I said with a giggle.

  Immediately that weird tension from a decade old argument we hadn't brought up in years was broken. We were giggling like a couple of schoolgirls.

  God it felt good to do that after dealing with all the boring seriousness of working and the adult world for a few months. Kayla was the only person who could still have that effect on me.

  Kayla locked eyes with me. "You're coming with me. There's no question. You're the only person I'd want to take to this concert!"

  "The only reason I'm the only person you'd want to take is so you can torture me!"

  Kayla smirked. “Come on Mia. I saw how you used to stare at that poster over my bed. Those guys still look great for their age. You could come be with your friend at the concert and enjoy some eye candy even if you don’t like the music. Is that too much to ask?”

  I sighed. I knew when she had me beat, and she had me beat now. The one thing she could do to drag me to a Twenty Promises concert was play the friend card.

  Besides, I had looked at that poster with some interest from time to time. Not enough that I wanted one for myself, but the thing had been everywhere and even when I was in the middle of hating everything in high school there was still a part of me that looked at those guys with a longing in the pit of my stomach.

  A longing I’d never admitted to anyone. And I’d never inspected the poster long enough to get a good look at them. Just long enough to appreciate how hot they were and move on before someone saw me staring at the band I hated.

  Yeah, Kayla had me and she knew it. We’d known each other for so long that I could barely remember the first time we met back when we were little kids going to the babysitter together. She was the closest thing I had to a sister in this world, and there wasn't a chance I was going to leave her in the lurch.

  Even if it was a lurch she’d created to reel me in and make good on an old promise/threat.

  "You really are sneaky. You know that right?" I asked.

  Kayla’s grin got even broader and she clapped her hands together. "So does that mean you're going?"

  "Of course I'm go
ing! I can endure a night of auditory torture for you."

  Kayla squealed and clapped her hands. Then she surprised me by coming around the table and enveloping me in a hug.

  "Thank you! Even if you don't fall in love with Twenty Promises, I promise you'll have a good time! And who knows? Maybe one of them will see us and invite us backstage and we’ll live the groupie fantasy!“

  I pulled away from the hug and smiled a sardonic half smile. “You mean you’ll live the groupie fantasy. I don’t want anything to do with that no matter how hot they are.”

  “Uh-huh. Like you’d turn down a guy like Grant Thompson if he brought you back to his tour bus,” Kayla said.

  “I don’t even know what Grandpa Thompson looks like, so probably not,” I said, trying to ignore a little flutter in my stomach as I remembered that once ubiquitous poster.

  I suppose it would be a nice trip down memory lane even if there wasn't much of a chance of me enjoying the concert or recognizing any of the guys in the band. I'd heard plenty of their stuff on the radio and at awkward dances, so I'm sure I'd have a good time as long as they stuck to some of the more mainstream stuff and didn’t have any new material to show off.

  I thought about going home and looking them up. Maybe getting a look at them today to give me some fuel to toss barbs at Kayla, but as I looked at her smiling face, as I saw how ridiculously happy she was, I decided I wasn't going to do it.

  She was obviously enjoying the idea of dragging me to the concert and I wasn't going to ruin it by coming up with a bunch of preloaded sarcastic comments about her favorite band ever.

  Or at least her favorite band ever back when we were fourteen.

  No, I'd suffer in silence for the sake of my best friend, but there wasn't a chance in hell she was ever going to follow through on that promise to make me love that band. There was absolutely nothing in this world that could make me love Twenty Promises.