Strumming the Rock Star: A Short & Sweet Erotic Romance

As a young teenager, Selena was obsessed with Ian Hixon, the hot, sexy guitarist in the band, Soar. Twenty years later, the band gets together for a reunion tour, and she can't wait to see them live.

If she plays her cards right, Selena just may get the chance to live out her wildest and most passionate fantasies with the man of her teenage dreams.


EXCERPT:

I know I keep harping on about this, but it was still so hard to believe. I had my lips wrapped around Ian Hixon's cock! Ian Hixon's cock!!! The perfection of the moment--the fact that I was actually living my teenage dream--was so incredibly strong that I think it probably helped me give the best blowjob of my entire life. I sped things up and got even more creative with my tongue action, but after only a few moments of this, Ian placed one hand on either side of my face and lifted me up off of him.

"I want to be inside you, love," he said.

"I want that too. So much," I whispered.

Oh! With what I'm certain was a dreamy, lovesick look on my face, I allowed Ian to maneuver me this way and that as he unbuttoned my skirt and slid it off my hips and down my legs, followed by my tights and my panties.

He reached in between my legs to stroke my pussy with those rough, calloused fingers of his, and I opened my thighs wide to welcome him.

"Oh, that's nice," he murmured, scooping up two fingers full of my juices and starting to circle my clit.

I fell back onto the bed, gazing up at him gazing straight at my pussy like it was the most awesome thing he'd ever seen. I'd imagined this exact thing a million times before, but I never truly believed it could happen. But it was happening, it was happening right now. Me and Ian Hixon. Holy crap!
He leaned down and--oh, god--he positioned his head between my thighs and--oh, GOD--he slid two fingers in and out of my pussy as he teased my clit with his tongue.

Bucking wildly beneath him, I came almost immediately after he first pressed his hot, wet tongue against my hard, pink pebble. I should have known it would happen. This was the guy whose face I had in mind the very first time I dared to slide my own fingers into my panties and touch myself. This was the guy who I had my first sex dream about. This was the guy who starred in all the sex fantasies I had for the majority of my teen years. How could I not have come almost immediately?
As the last aftershocks of orgasmic tremors rocked my body, Ian kissed his way up from my pussy, over my mound, over my belly and my tits to my mouth where he gave me the slowest, deepest, hottest kiss I'd ever experienced.