Backstage Pass

by Leah Collins

  Anger coiled up Nora's spine. There was such an array of awful things she wanted to say, they all jammed in her throat at the same instant. Nora was so mad, she couldn't unleash a single, scathing, blasphemous word. She was literally seething. Alan had to know how furious she was, but gave no indication.

  "I'll be in touch, honey.” He gave Nora a wink, and walked from her sight trailing a girl on each arm.

  Chapter 3

  Alan thought he might just bed the two girls, angry as he was at Nora over her infatuation with Derek. The girls he left the club with were angry now, too. They stomped their sandaled feet and stormed off in a huff when they found him unwilling to play. So much for his reputation; this deal with Nora had changed everything.

  Not that he was going to tell her that. She deserved to go right on thinking he was screwing everything in sight. After all, that's what she intended to do, as soon as she got what she wanted from him.

  And just what did Nora think he was, anyway—some stud for hire, that she could ooh and ahh and suck on until she had the talent to woo Derek Devlin into her bed? Alan booted a stray rock and sent it flying across the parking lot. It careened off an old gas pump before striking the side panel of a rusty, good-ole-boy pickup with a loud pang.

  "Great, now I'll get my ass kicked on top of everything else.” Turning on his heel, Alan jumped a foot to find Rob standing right behind him.

  "Damn it, man! You scared the hell out of me!"

  "Nora said I might find you out here,” Rob said, as he tilted his head to look on either side of Alan. “She said you wouldn't be alone."

  "Oh, to hell with Nora! I wouldn't be alone if it weren't for her virginity."

  Rob shook his head. “Okay. This I've got to hear."

  "It seems Nora hasn't had the time to fall into bed with anyone. Now she's panicking because she wants to be experienced enough to impress Devlin.” Rob motioned for Alan to continue.

  "So she asked me to break her in, so to speak."

  "And?"

  "And I said that I would."

  "Alan, noooo! You can't be serious—she can't be serious! Or are you both just plain crazy?"

  "Nora told me if I didn't do it, she'd go to Derek."

  "So let her go! With the endless supply of women you have, why should you get mixed up in her sex life?” Rob continued his tirade though Alan was no longer listening.

  Alan crossed his arms stubbornly on his chest and stared at the sky. Out in the open country, he could see a billion stars weaving overhead. He loved living far from the big city's hustle and bustle. Nora loved the country life, too. She said she'd picked the university especially because the town was so rural. Theirs were the only two houses for miles around. It seemed like they'd lived next door to each other forever.

  He was roused from his reverie by the snap of Rob's ball cap. “Why, Alan?"

  "I can't let her do something that important with a guy like him."

  "You don't even know him—Nora must think he's worthy enough."

  "She doesn't know what she wants."

  "Oh, and I suppose you know what's best for her?"

  Alan was afraid that he did. “Come on. Let's go inside so I can smooth some ruffled feathers."

  When his eyes adjusted to the dim and smoky atmosphere of the club, Alan couldn't find Nora. She wasn't where he left her, and his heart thumped wildly thinking she might have been angry enough to beg a ride with someone. What if Derek had come back while Alan was rambling around the parking lot pretending to be whooping it up with those girls?

  Alan was about to rush home, when he saw her. Nora was sitting on a wooden bench in the hallway that led backstage. Her chin rested atop knees drawn firmly to her chest.

  She turned away when he walked up, but that didn't stop him from sliding down next to her. Nora was still so mad, she was quaking. Alan decided he'd better act as cool as possible. She was first to break the silence.

  "I hope you dried off and disinfected before you came back in, Alan."

  God, he loved that girl.

  The force of that insight drove the air from his lungs in a rush. That wasn't possible, not for him. Not for them. Alan looked at Nora in stunned disbelief, but he already knew that everything in the world that mattered sat in a furious little bundle next to him. He was going to have to play this right if he was going to get to play at all.

  "I didn't touch those girls. Fair is fair. If you can't touch, then I can't either, not during our time together."

  "Why should I believe you?"

  In answer, Alan wrenched her hand free and palmed it over his crotch. Nora froze at the contact, but as he grew, her hand flexed in a tiny squeeze. “See? Even I don't have that fast of a recovery time. I'm saving myself for you."

  Nora looked up, but worry eclipsed her smile. “I'm sorry I got mad. I don't know what came over me."

  He removed his hand and slid it around her shoulder. Interestingly, she kept hers right where it was, top and center over his expanding prick. Alan took that to be a good sign. He also took it to be a good sign that she'd lost her temper at his supposed indiscretion.

  "Maybe you were jealous?” he ventured. “It would be perfectly understandable, given the circumstances."

  She glared at him, and worse, her hand instantly tightened on his goods. Alan winced from a pain Nora apparently hadn't intended, since she released him immediately with an effusive apology. No harm done, but his erection pulsed all the stronger from her touch.

  He thrust his long legs out in front of him, hoping the angle would ease some of the mounting pressure. He was wrong. It only gave Nora a better view and she was unabashedly taking advantage of it. Alan was surprised she stared so boldly.

  "You have touched a penis before?"

  Her laughter delighted him. Alan hardly had to try to make Nora laugh; she seemed to find him endlessly amusing. It flattered him; no other woman had bothered to discover his sense of humor.

  "A twenty-one year old virgin causes lots of hard-ons, let me tell you."

  "Mmm. And what did you do for those poor fellows?"

  "Nothing."

  Alan tilted his head to see if she was lying. She wasn't.

  "You've never helped a guy, uh, relieve himself?"

  "No, Alan! I've never been down to bare skin, never touched, or ... I've never actually seen one. If I'd let things go that far, I probably wouldn't have been able to stop myself. I tend to get carried away,” she said thoughtfully. “I think I would, anyway."

  Now Alan's mind was reeling. Nora wasn't just technically a virgin; she was a complete sexual neophyte. How could that be? How in the world had such a treasure gone undiscovered? The blood throbbing in his brain was now keeping time to his engorged groin. He would be Nora's first everything.

  Alan had intended to wait, to take things slow and easy, but his mind was fast-tracking to the image of Nora writhing beneath him in newly awakened pleasure. “Oh, man.” Alan swallowed hard. She'd never had an orgasm, and now he knew it. How many could he give her, and when could they start?

  Now. They needed to start now.

  Without prelude, Alan hauled Nora up by the wrist. He couldn't speak, didn't dare, for fear it would impede the action. That's what he needed, action. If he didn't get Nora to touch him, to wrap her fingers around him, he'd spill alone like a freshman jock.

  Dragging her down the hall, he tried one door, rattling the locked knob in frustration until Nora pulled his hand away. On to the next door, that one opened. It was a closet, maybe, not used much; Alan didn't care. Pushing Nora in ahead of him, she swung around as he shut the door and braced against it, fumbling his belt, jeans, briefs open in short jerks—fast, vulgar, not like him at all.

  His cock dropped into Nora's hand as if it knew its rightful place before Alan found the willpower to stop. Everything stopped. In the musty broom closet, his mind seized the reality of Nora standing in front of him, balancing the turgid object of her virginal fantasies. Alan was mortified at his loss of
control. Nora looked stunned.

  "So this ... is a penis?” she deadpanned, and Alan broke in a fit of laughter.

  He let himself collapse back, sprawling onto a grimy cardboard box that he too-late realized was full of cleaning supplies. He laughed harder when the split and crack of containers filled the tiny, unventilated room with the sour reek of ammonia and detergent.

  "No wonder all the women want you,” Nora said, surveying him as she perched herself on an overturned bucket. “You are one suave guy, Alan Price."

  "Hey, it's not like I'm working by formula here."

  "Better let me help you.” Nora knelt down next to him. She took his arm, but with an evil inspiration, pushed him back among the stacks of cartons. He scrambled for balance, but only lodged deeper between the boxes, with Nora crawling in right behind. Before she got to him, she pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell free at the moment she slid up his body.

  Alan found himself on the flip side of every man's dream. The virgin was seducing him.

  "I'm calling the shots now!” Nora loudly proclaimed as she straddled Alan's hips. His eyes riveted on her perfect breasts. He'd seen every size and shape imaginable, but none better than Nora's. He craned his neck forward hoping to capture one so near; but teasingly, she rocked away. Alan hoped she remembered that his penis was still free and waggling around between them.

  "I want to see how you work,” she whispered, as she rearranged her hips to give him room. His cock sprung upward under Nora's close inspection. Almost reverently, she observed, studying the solid girth and length of him.

  Her fingers traced the bulging veins from base to tip, and she rolled the thick ridge between her thumb and forefinger until Alan thought he might come, or just plain die of happiness—he didn't know which.

  He somehow managed restraint. Nora was both endearingly innocent and excruciatingly sensual in her single-minded scrutiny. Her hands flowed down his penis. Joining at the root, they nestled into his pubic hair and massaged deep.

  He'd never felt anything like it; it was something no experienced woman would think to do. But Nora didn't know, so her touch was explorative, and more exciting than any he'd ever felt. Every muscle in his groin tightened, his balls flattened to his body and throbbed with hope.

  "Good?” she asked.

  And how to answer that? He forced his spinning head to nod yes. Her fingers strummed the tight skin, delving low, stroking up, before they closed around the shaft again and slowly eased to the crown.

  His cock seemed to fascinate her. When she stroked the smooth head, now straining wild and crimson toward her touch, a pearly bead of fluid appeared. Her breath caught in surprise.

  "Orgasm?"

  He managed to shake his head. He couldn't let himself come yet, no matter what Nora did. He had to hold out until she got her pleasure. Alan fought his way back to coherence.

  "No, but soon."

  "Is it okay for me to keep going?"

  "It's all yours,” Alan said, fearing he meant those words.

  Drops of semen were clustering at the tip, and Alan muttered a prayer that he would be able to hold out for as long as she wanted him to. Nora wasn't touching him; she seemed mesmerized by the glistening droplets.

  Following what must have been an impulse, Nora lowered her head and flicked her soft, pink tongue across the seeping eye. Alan had been teetering on the edge too long; her fleeting touch was all that was needed to topple him. His hips arced forward, his breath groaned out in a long and ragged gasp.

  "Put your mouth over me, please.” The words caught in his throat, jagged and hoarse. “Nora, just do it."

  A second of hesitation preceded the incredible sensation of Nora's lips spreading and surrounding his crown. The silken heat of her mouth made him moan with pleasure. She pushed down slowly and pulled back briefly, as if gauging what she would be able to do with him.

  "Suck me, Nora, let me come, just let—” The rest of his words were not even coherent to him.

  Alan knew he should guide her. He reached for Nora's head, but thought his intensity could frighten her. He let his hands fall to his sides. He wondered what she would do without help or direction, but any touch from her would be heaven right now. “Now, now,” he begged.

  His groaning urgency prompted action. Nora grasped his cock close to the base with one hand and steadied the crown with the other. She turned her back toward him, tipped her chin to find the perfect angle and took his entire length.

  The shock of being swallowed whole paralyzed Alan—he lost his ability to think, to move, to breathe. Nora had him in her throat as deep as any pussy could, and she was moving now, up and down, sucking hard, harder, until his knuckles froze white from clenching the boxes beside him.

  Nothing like this had ever happened to him—his mind couldn't absorb it, couldn't believe it. It was impossible for Nora to be doing this, but she was.

  With the last of his energy, Alan raised his head and watched the unbelievable sight of his cock vanishing into Nora's mouth. Her eyes were closed; she hummed her pleasure around his shaft as if he were the greatest treat she'd ever found.

  And she was getting bolder, swiveling now at the base when she hilted him, flicking gently at the ridge when she withdrew. His mind still couldn't grasp it, but his body didn't care. His balls ached with a primitive pain that rattled his spine and turned his cock to molten steel. Never had he felt so hard, so huge, so desperate for release.

  He should warn Nora what was coming; he should warn her. But he was too tortured to speak. Alan felt like a man possessed by insatiable lips that licked and sucked and lured him to a place in his mind he'd never been before. Nora was on her own—she obviously didn't need his help.

  His fingers coiled in her hair, twisting hard in rhythm to her lips. Alan was straining against her now, harder, faster, lost in the feeling of her velvet mouth devouring him. Nora's fingers gripped his thighs. Her devil's tongue stung like a fiery whip, each caress lashing him with agonized need.

  God he was going to explode! Pools of liquid fire swelled the inside of his cock, his body stiffened and quaked with tension. Alan felt it coming, hot, thick, unstoppable, pulsing and bursting one after another in a rapture of sensation.

  "How, how ... how?” he moaned continually, ending in a sound unlike any he had ever made in his life.

  For a moment, he submerged. Then felt pleasantly afloat in the warm harbor of Nora's mouth. He let himself drift in that exquisite pool as his body hung limp and weightless. It took long minutes for him to resurface. Gradually, visions of brooms and cartons and whiffs of ammonia slowly ebbed and flowed with the glossy feel of hair and the labored sound of her breathing.

  Hot tears stung his cheeks. He clenched and unclenched to chase the numbness from his fingers before he sat up and looked at Nora. She'd somehow gotten her shirt back on. The instant her eyes locked on him, her smile vanished.

  "I did something wrong,” she said.

  Hell, yes, you did something wrong! You've ruined me for any lips but yours. But Alan said nothing; instead, he gave her hand a squeeze. “You were perfect, just perfect."

  "I didn't know if you were enjoying it, or..."

  "How could I not enjoy it?” he whispered, turning her palm and kissing it. It suddenly occurred to him that Nora had never seen an orgasm before. She'd never had one. She didn't know.

  What a selfish bastard he was. He'd agreed to initiate Nora into the mysteries of sex, and the first thing he did was to demand—and get—a blowjob. He hadn't done a thing to prepare her or coach her through the experience ... And just how in the hell did she do that, anyway?

  "Are you sure you've never done that before?” he asked.

  "Do you think it's something I'd forget? My jaw may never recover as it is!” Nora laughed, but Alan felt like a scoundrel of the lowest order.

  "That wasn't supposed to happen. I'm sorry, honey. I got carried away when you touched me. When you took so much of me, I couldn't believe it,
and—"

  "You're rambling, Alan; I hate when you do that."

  "Well, Nora, it's a fact that what you just did takes a considerable amount of skill and practice—you have to control your breathing, your gag reflex, your rhythm. It's a courtesan's trick to drive men wild—” Alan held up his arms in question. “And you just stumbled upon it instantly?"

  "I did what I thought was right. I worked out the angles in my mind.” Nora was starting to look upset. “I won't do it again if you don't want me to."

  "Sweetheart, I can hardly blink for wanting you to do that to me again."

  As if on cue, Alan's prick roused in recovery. “Let's get out of this filthy place before someone walks in and catches us rutting like a couple of horny custodians."

  Chapter 4

  Nora fumbled for her keys on the pitch-black porch of her house. Alan was behind her, spooned to her back, hands caressing her neck, arms, shoulders.

  "You've got those great guitarist's fingers, Alan. You'll make me fall asleep if you keep doing that."

  "Sleep? No, you're not going to sleep anytime soon.” Resting his chin on her head, his hands explored the front of her shirt, flicking her nipples to rigid peaks. “If you don't hurry and find those keys in that department store you call a purse, I may have to break a window."

  "Got ‘em!” Nora shouldered the front door and shoved. It creaked and groaned like the end of the world before stuttering enough to let them pass. “Don't you just love country living?” she asked, rolling her eyes toward the beat-up door. Alan struggled again to close it behind them.

  "It seems good to me, especially after how I was brought up."

  "I know.” She chuckled. “Big city, lots o’ money."

  "Yeah? Well, money isn't everything."

  "That's a good thing, too, because I won't have any until I finish grad school. But after that, I'll be riding high. Starting salaries for mechanical engineers are pretty impressive."

  "And such good timing. In five years or so, I'll be ready to quit music, and I'll be looking for a wealthy woman to support me."

  "Sure, I can see it now—Alan Price, house-husband extraordinaire."