CHAPTER 3
He opened the SUV door, indicating for me to get in. I climbed into the SUV, feeling incredibly lucky not only to meet Samuel but also to watch the band's show from a privileged spot. As the vehicle headed towards the festival, the conversation flowed naturally between us. Samuel was charismatic and easygoing, dispelling any lingering nervousness.
Upon arriving at the festival, we were greeted by an electrifying atmosphere. The pulsating sound of music, vibrant lights, and the contagious energy of the crowd created an impressive scene. Samuel led me to the backstage, where I could closely observe the band's preparation.
The moment we stepped onto the stage was indescribable. The lights focused on us, the crowd roared, and the music began to resonate. There I was, alongside Samuel, absorbing every chord and beat, feeling like a part of that grand spectacle.
As the night unfolded, I realized that, although our initial date didn't go according to plan, it had turned into something even more special. Not only did I watch the show from the stage, but I lived the thrill of being part of that world, even if just for a few hours.
At the end of the performance, we descended from the stage together, and Samuel thanked me for my company.
“Thank you for being with me, Lily. It was amazing to have you here.”
I looked at Samuel, feeling a wave of happiness. “I'm the one who should thank you, Samuel. I'm so glad to have been invited.”
The bassist approached us, interrupting the moment. “Samuel, we're heading to the hotel. Are you coming?”
Samuel shifted his gaze from the bassist to me and, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, asked, “Lily, how about coming with us to the hotel? We're having an after-party, it'll be fun.”
I looked at Samuel, suddenly feeling awkward. “Oh, I don't know, Samuel. I really want to, but I have to get home soon.”
He gently held my hand, his eyes fixed on mine. “Please, Lily. I'd love to spend more time with you before we head to Nashville.”
The temptation was strong, and the prospect of an after-party with the band was something I had never imagined. However, the responsibility to go back home and the uncertainty of how my father would react to my delay weighed on my mind.
I sighed, weighing the options. “Samuel, I'd love to, really, but... I don't know.”
He squeezed my hand gently, looking at me with pleading eyes. “Please, Lily. I'd love to spend more time with you before we head to Nashville.”
I looked at Samuel, feeling drawn into his request. Furthermore, I sighed, finally giving in. “Okay, I'll go with you.”
A smile spread across Samuel's face, and he guided me towards the car where the other band members were already waiting. We got into the vehicle, and the band's relaxed atmosphere instantly embraced me. Laughter and shared stories, like the fact that Samuel was from Chicago, created a warm atmosphere, and I felt like part of that group for one night.
During the journey to the hotel, conversations flowed naturally, and I got lost in the excitement of the moment. Samuel, beside me, occasionally exchanged glances and smiles, as if we shared a special secret.
Upon arriving at the hotel, the night still pulsed with energy. Samuel held my hand as we walked towards the lobby, and the other band members headed for the after-party area. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation.
The after-party was a mix of music, laughter, and relaxation. Samuel and I danced as if time stood still, immersed in the captivating music. His presence was captivating, and the night unfolded into a dance of sensations.
However, like all good things, the night came to an end. Samuel approached, his gaze conveying a mix of gratitude and sadness.
“Lily, it was incredible to have you here. Thank you for making this night special.”
I smiled, feeling grateful for every moment. “The pleasure was all mine, Samuel. Good luck in Nashville.”
Samuel hugged me affectionately, and I felt the closeness that the night had provided us. A comforting warmth enveloped us, and suddenly, the hug transformed into something more. Samuel's lips met mine in a passionate kiss.
And how well he kissed! Feeling the soft touch of those full lips made me forget all the worries that had been haunting my mind. I surrendered to the moment and let it flow. It was now too late to escape!
The fact that he was the singer I was passionate about made me even more excited. Touching that slightly rough fabric of his jacket, smelling that manly scent... Wow!
Once again, I felt that warm and delightful sensation surging within me. It didn't take long for that kissing session to evolve into hands roaming over the body. Those touches sent shivers down my spine.
Before I knew it, we were entering a room. Samuel lifted my dress, pulled down my panties, and placed me on the table.
I exclaimed about the possibility of someone entering the room at that moment, but I think he didn't even hear me, as he was focused on biting my neck. He laid me down and descended to the origin of all that fire I was feeling.
His tongue moved swiftly and precisely. What a delight it was! It seemed like I was going to go crazy with desire! I had never gone this far before. I closed my eyes and threw my head back; I just wanted to be licked...
Suddenly, a faint noise caught my attention. I noticed a slightly ajar internal door, and through it, I saw a shadow watching us. Filled with fear, I stayed still and pretended not to see. I let them spy freely. Meanwhile, Samuel delighted in the taste of my inexperienced sex.
I saw him unzip his pants and expose his firm, dark, slightly curved member. I did absolutely nothing, completely exposed, legs scandalously wide open. Furthermore, I discreetly glanced to the side, and the person was still there.
After so many kisses, hugs, licks, and bites, my favorite singer couldn't endure all that excitement and penetrated me very slowly. I recoiled...
It hurt a bit! Not as much as they said, but I had the impression that something was tearing inside me. A burning sensation that was only not uncomfortable because I was too wet to worry about it.
I liked it! Now I understood why everyone spoke wonders of these moments. I spread my legs even wider and asked Samuel to continue. Gradually, he increased the pace, and his thrusts became stronger. His heavy breathing turned into a restrained moan, as if in relief. Slowly, he stopped...
My first thought at that moment was “Oh, why did he stop?” Even with my sex burning, I wanted to play a little more. I loved that game! He, on the other hand, sat tired in a nearby chair, pants down to his knees. A satisfied smile adorned his face.
He looked for something to clean himself and noticed slight reddish marks on the paper.
“What is this?” Samuel asked.
I suspected it was the “proof” of virginity or an indication that I might have hurt myself. I smiled mysteriously and said, “One day, I'll tell you!”
Then Samuel lifted me in his arms and took me to the bed, where he gradually penetrated me again.
The pain was inevitable, but he was skilled, and suddenly his sex was entirely inside me, making circular movements. That drove me crazy, and I started biting the pillow.
“Come inside me,” I whispered without really knowing what I was saying.
He began to move in and out of me faster, and our moans increased. When he climaxed, I could feel it, and that made me climax too, between screams and moans.
Afterward, he lay on top of me, still facing down. He was panting, and so was I. I smiled with satisfaction, he also smiled, but let out a sound that made my body shudder.
The intrusive sunlight woke me up, revealing an unfamiliar environment. I looked around, and flashes from the previous night emerged in my mind. The stage, Samuel, the after-party... just fragments.
I turned in bed and heard the sound of the shower. Intrigued, I looked for my clothes, and noticed they were mixed with the ones Samuel wore the night before. That's when I realized: I slept with Samuel.
My heart raced, and uncertainty set in. As I hastily put on my clothes, I didn't know how to face the situation. I didn't want to confront the inevitable conversation that would come. A part of me wondered if he even remembered what happened.
I left the room quietly, avoiding any contact with Samuel. Haste dominated my steps as I ran through the unfamiliar hotel corridors. I left, leaving behind the room that witnessed the unfolding of an unpredictable night.