Accidental Groupie: A Sweet Lesbian Romance

by Mia Archer

  The office was small enough that I just had to reach behind me and swing the door shut and then I was all alone with my boss. Something that had never happened before whether for good or bad.

  Rachel leaned over her desk and regarded me through her glasses for a moment. Then the huge grin was back.

  "So tell me," she said. "What was it like being up on stage?"

  I blinked and said the first thing that came to mind, though it probably wasn't the right thing to say. "I can't believe you were at the concert."

  "What?" She looked a little insulted. "Do I look too old to enjoy a Sleepwalker concert or something? Keep in mind they were huge just as I was getting out of high school and going into college. You couldn't go to a party without hearing their music!"

  And suddenly all of that nervous energy left me. I felt like I was in a safe place. I'd already talked about my experience last night with Alice, leaving out the part where I'd bailed rather than getting kicked out, but I figured I could share some of my experiences with another fan.

  Another fan? Did that mean I was a Sleepwalker fan now?

  Well, even if I didn't particularly care for their music I was sure as hell a fan of Ivy. I could at least admit to that much.

  I grinned. "It was amazing! Having her sing to me like that, being up there on stage…"

  "And what about the stuff later backstage?" Rachel asked with a grin plastered across her face.

  I clenched my chair and leaned forward. "Alice told you about that? That traitorous bitch! I'm going to kill her!"

  I didn't even know Alice knew my boss. She worked in a completely different department and she'd have to go looking for Rachel to have that conversation. I was so embarrassed. I was going to kill my friend! Only Rachel was laughing, which made me pause in my potentially unfair hatred of my best friend. She looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes.

  "I don't know Alice, and I didn't know whether or not anything happened last night backstage. I just wondered. Now I know for sure though!"

  That brought me up short. My mouth snapped shut and I realized what an idiot I'd been. She was just fishing for information, and I'd seen that bait and thought to myself "that looks delicious."

  Damn it!

  "Backstage was pretty fun," I said. "We got a tour and we sat in on a fan meet and greet and even got to go to their after party. All in all it was pretty cool!"

  Rachel cocked an eyebrow at me. "And that's all that happened backstage?"

  "Yeah," I sighed.

  I hoped that sigh made it sound like I was wistfully thinking of other things that I would've enjoyed happening with Ivy backstage. I just wasn't ready to discuss all of that with my boss.

  Alice, sure. She'd been there and she'd been my friend my entire life. My boss who I was friendly with at work but otherwise didn't know all that well?

  Yeah, fat chance she was getting any of the really good gossip.

  Besides, it's not like I was telling a lie. Not exactly. Nothing had happened backstage, strictly speaking. Unless you counted that time she came up behind me while we were looking out at the chanting crowd.

  No, all the fun stuff, the stuff boss lady was asking about with her implied question, happened on the tour bus. And she hadn't asked me what happened on the tour bus so I figured I could give her my answer with a clean conscience.

  Rachel pouted and suddenly looked very disappointed. "That's it?"

  That came very close to a question I couldn't answer honestly with a little bit of obfuscation. Still, I wasn't going to spill everything to my boss. It just wasn't appropriate for the workplace. Particularly considering that everything I'd done at the concert the night before didn't exactly paint me in a very responsible light.

  Meeting a rock star, going off to her tour bus, having a little bit of ill advised fun where I was nothing more than a glorified groupie no matter how into it, no matter how into me, she'd seemed? Yeah, that wasn't exactly the kind of thing that would be great for my long-term employment prospects once the gossip got around the office.

  Although Rachel didn't look very disappointed. She still had that pout on her face. She looked more like Alice last night in the car ride home pestering me for details than she did a lady who was pushing thirty and probably shouldn't have been out at that concert anyways!

  "That's too bad," she said. "The way she was looking at you while you were up on the stage with her last night, the way she seemed to be searching for you, it made me think there was something going on there."

  There’d certainly been the potential for something to be going on there, but it wasn't going to happen. Not now. Not after I'd run. Only I couldn't very well tell Rachel that I was regretting my decision to leave Ivy behind last night after a one night stand.

  No, that was edging too close to territory that was the kind of thing I shouldn't be sharing with my boss even if I was sort of bursting to tell someone other than Alice.

  I resisted the urge to spill though. Something about the way she was leaning forward also told me that the instant I spilled it would be all over the office. Behind my back, to be sure, but wasn't that the worst kind of gossip?

  I figured gossip was the only dog she had in this fight too. She was married with a young kid. I was pretty sure she was one of the ladies who was there for Gareth and not for Ivy, though I suppose her happy family life could be an elaborate and fucked up merkin.

  Not likely, though.

  "No, I'm afraid nothing happened other than the autograph session and the party in the Quarterback Lounge," I lied. "There was absolutely nothing going on between me and Ivy last night.

  "That's a shame," she said. "You were living the dream. I wouldn’t mind living a little bit of the dream with Gareth, though hubby probably wouldn’t approve."

  Okay, so her husband definitely wasn’t a merkin. I kept quiet about Alice’s experience with Gareth the night before. I’m sure she was shouting to the heavens up on her floor, but that was her story to tell. Besides, I didn’t want to add another woman who’d no doubt want to track her down and claw her eyes out.

  I held back a sigh. Alice, and now my boss. Two women telling me that I was living the dream. And for one heady moment the night before I had felt like I was living the dream. I felt like I'd found a fun girl who was interesting to talk to, who surprised me, and who was so fucking sexy. So fucking good in bed!

  She was everything I was looking for in a woman, except for the pesky fact that she was the lead of a band that I absolutely despised until last night. She was considered the sexiest member of a band that was a banner waving icon for lesbians everywhere, and she was on a tour where she could pull any girl she wanted.

  How could I compete with that?

  No, whatever happened between me and Ivy had been fun, but it was just that. Passing fun. And no amount of wishing was going to change that even if she had felt like the perfect girl for one brief shining evening.

  Rachel's desk phone rang. I glanced at it and she did as well. "I can ignore it. I need to hear more about last night."

  I shrugged. The phone stopped ringing. "There's really nothing to say. I got an autograph and that was it. There's nothing between me and Ivy. You must've been imagining things."

  The phone started ringing again and Rachel looked down in annoyance. "I told them never to bother me when my door was closed…" she muttered.

  She did pick up the phone though. I could hear excited squealing from the other side. Now that was interesting. Usually the receptionist didn't get that worked up about anything, and yet I was pretty sure that was her voice shrieking into the receiver so loud that Rachel had to pull away ever so slightly.

  Whatever was going on, this had to be very interesting.

  "Really? Are you sure?" Rachel asked.

  More buzzing from the phone. So loud that I could almost make out the words. Almost, but not quite. Rachel nodded a couple of times, mumbling into the phone.

  Then she put her hand over the receiver. "Are you absolut
ely sure there was nothing between you and Ivy last night?" she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. A mischievous twinkle that suddenly had me on guard. That suddenly had me very worried. That suddenly had excitement warring with a sick feeling deep in my stomach.

  There was something about that expression that didn't bode well for me. There was something about that excited expression that had me just as excited, wondering if what I was imagining was even possible.

  "Um, maybe?" I said, still not wanting to give anything away on the off chance she was still fishing for gossip.

  "Well that "nothing" that happened between the two of you the night before must've been one hell of a “nothing,” because she's down at reception asking for you. At least I'm pretty sure she's asking for you. You're the only Jessica we have working here, after all."

  I held up a hand, wanting to stop Rachel from saying anything else. Wanting to somehow stop Ivy from getting any farther than the reception desk. Only Rachel still had that mischievous twinkle in her eye. She looked down to the receiver. "Go ahead and send her through."

  I sighed. Rachel put the receiver down. She looked up at me and cocked an eyebrow.

  "Sorry, but I'm very interested in seeing where this is going!"

  To be perfectly honest so was I. Rachel nodded towards her office door and I stood, ready to go out where Ivy would be coming up any moment now. I felt so nervous. I felt weak in the knees. What was she doing here? How could she possibly know where I worked? Why had she tracked me down?

  And above all of that, why was this giving me a ridiculous hope?

  I opened the door to Rachel's office and stepped out.

  Word must have traveled fast. It looked like the receptionist had told everybody in the cube farm what was happening. Women and men were popping up like prairie dogs and looking around in anticipation. And I was surprised to find a flash of jealousy at their behavior. I was surprised by the sudden possessive streak that went racing through me as I saw them looking around in obvious anticipation.

  Ivy was probably coming up the elevator right now. She was probably stepping off and making her way down the hall towards our doors. And right on time with my imaginary estimation of her journey she stepped around the corner looking absolutely amazing.

  Not quite as amazing as the previous night when she was wearing practically nothing. She certainly didn't look anything like later in the night when she was on top of me, but it was probably best that I didn't think about that. I could already feel a blush rising, and that was the last thing I needed right now.

  No, what I needed more than anything was to melt into the floor. Melt into the walls. I needed to go somewhere other than just outside my boss's office where everyone was dividing their attention between her and me.

  I was rooted to the spot. That smile on her face, the way her tight outfit clung to her body, the whole package was so incredibly sexy. I was under the same spell I'd felt the night before when she was singing up on stage, and this time around she didn't have the combined force of all of her rock star power backing her up.

  It was just her, in much the same way as last night when I met her at the diner, and for some reason that was even more alluring than the rock star.

  Though from the whispered conversations around us and the way people were staring it was obvious they were all seeing the rock star. It was obvious they were looking at the great Ivy Thompson and wondering what the hell she was doing here.

  From the way a couple of girls looked at me, their eyes going up and down my body in not-so-subtle judgmental glances, it was obvious they were wondering what it was I had that drew her attention.

  Heck, I was wondering what it was I had that drew her attention. Did I leave something back at her bus? Maybe an ID or a credit card or something? That had to be why she was here. She couldn't possibly be here because she wanted to see me.

  It's not that I was down on myself or thought I was unworthy of a hot girl. Far from it. It's just that I definitely wasn't used to this kind of attention from a girl who was hot and super famous. Probably super rich, too.

  This sort of thing just didn't happen to girls like me, even if I had gone through a couple of girlfriends who were close to Ivy in the looks department!

  All those thoughts left my mind as she stopped in front of me and smiled. Her thumbs were in her shorts. Shorts that were so impossibly tight.

  "Hey Jessica," she said.

  Her voice was quiet and she glanced around the room as though suddenly unsure of herself. I blinked. Ivy? Unsure of herself? What the hell was going on here?

  18: Mandatory PTO

  "How did you find me?"

  Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best way to start the conversation, but it was the thing that was foremost on my mind aside from just how goddamn sexy she looked standing there in those tight shorts and that black shirt that showed off the contours of her body without being skintight.

  Ivy blinked. Apparently that wasn't the response she was expecting either. Good, let her be off guard just a little bit.

  "I suppose that's a fair question," she said. "I woke up this morning and you weren't there and I wondered what happened…"

  I tuned out what she was saying for a moment. Because from behind me I heard a triumphant whisper.

  "I knew it!"

  When I turned around I saw Rachel standing next to another girl from our department. She at least had the good grace to look embarrassed when I gave her a flat stare. I wanted to scream in frustration. If she had her suspicions before they were good and confirmed now.

  I turned back to Ivy and sighed. "I really don't think this is the best place to talk about this."

  I still didn't get my answer as to how she found me, but I figured it probably wouldn't be too difficult for a woman with her resources to track me down if she had my phone number.

  Ivy looked around and she seemed to realize that we had a bit of an audience. She turned back and smiled. She also had the good grace to blush.

  "Sorry," she said. "I guess I of all people should be used to having an audience. I've just been so distracted thinking about you all morning… I've been so worried I wasn't going to be able to track you down…"

  "Well you tracked me down somehow," I said. "And this really isn't the best place for us to do this. Maybe you could meet me after work or something…"

  "Actually I was hoping we could maybe go out now?"

  "I'm at work," I said.

  And even as I said that I found myself wondering why I was acting like this. Why I was trying to push her away? Maybe there was still a part of me that figured there wasn't a chance this would work out. That she was just here looking for round two no matter how much I wanted her to be here because she couldn't stand being away from me. I guess I was afraid to even give her a chance.

  "Don't be silly!" Rachel said, a hand suddenly descending on my shoulder as she came up beside me. "Jessica here has the rest of the day off if you want to go out with her Ivy. Hell, she has tomorrow off too if she needs it!"

  Ivy grinned. I looked over to Rachel who smiled. It was obvious she was looking for an excuse to help out my love life. Not that my love life was in any particular need of help, damn it.

  "You hear that Jessica?" Ivy said with that panty-melting grin plastered across her face. "It sounds to me like you just got the next day and a half off!"

  I turned to Rachel and rolled my eyes. Of course she wouldn't understand why I was mad. All she would think was that she just got me a couple of days with Ivy. No doubt she was thinking that the same situation with Gareth would be the best thing in the world for her. If she wasn’t married.

  Just my luck that she’d decide to live vicariously through me, even if I was having the ultimate lesbian fantasy and not the ultimate rock star fantasy with muscles the lead guitarist she was no doubt imagining.

  For me it also seemed like the best the thing in the world, but at the same time this was dangerous. I worried about getting attached. I worried abou
t where this was going. I was so afraid of falling for her.

  Falling for her? Yeah, I guess that would be pretty accurate. I felt like I was falling for her in a way that I hadn't fallen for a girl in quite some time, and it terrified me.

  I turned back to Ivy. I smiled. There was something infectious about the way she smiled at me. There was something oh so hot about the way she smiled at me.

  "Fine," I said. "You win. I'll go out with you."

  Her face lit up and I felt so hot. Not just aroused either. There was something about that look that filled me with warmth. That made me feel good. That made it seem as though everything was right in the world even if it was only for just a moment.

  It was the giddiness of having a crush and knowing your crush was returned. Another dangerous feeling considering who she was. Very dangerous.

  Ivy smiled and held out a hand. I looked at her offered hand and blushed as I thought of all the things she'd done with those hands last night. Magical hands. Hands that were far more talented than any woman had a right to be!

  I took it. As I took her hand I heard a squeal from behind. No doubt Rachel getting a little too excited as she lived vicariously through me.

  Only I could understand where Rachel was coming from. Just taking Ivy’s hand was enough to send electric pleasure running through my body. It was enough to send memories of all the naughty things I'd gotten up to the night before running through my mind and body at the same time. I very nearly gasped in pleasure right here in the cold fluorescent glow of the cubicle farm.

  Thankfully my body didn't betray me. That would've been too much. Too much indeed!

  "Let's go then," Ivy said.

  It was too bad. It really was a fairytale moment, only I couldn't enjoy it because I was so damn nervous. I was going over and over this situation in my mind. Wondering what all of it meant. Wondering why she was here at my workplace of all things. Wondering why she seemed to be chasing after me when we'd just had the one night together. An incredible night, to be sure, but it was still just one night.

  I was so worried that I missed the fairytale moment where a beautiful rock goddess took me by the hand and escorted me out of my work while all everyone I worked with stared.