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Front
Man
    Adora Bell
    Copyright
2012 Adora Bell

    “Sara, come on! We'll be late!”
    Sara Matthews took
one final look in the mirror and sighed. She loved her new bangs, but
today they just didn't want to behave. Running her fingers through
her long, dark hair, she smiled ruefully at her reflection. In her
skin tight leather pants and artfully distressed t-shirt, she knew
she looked good.
    “Sara! What are
you doing up there?” Her best friend Erica was growing
impatient. They'd been looking forward to this evening for so long.
With one final swipe of lip gloss, just for good measure, Jessica
grabbed her bag and dashed down the stairs. Erica was standing by the
front door, hand on hip, jangling her car keys. Sara and Erica had
met on their first day of high school, and been firm friends ever
since.
    “If we miss the
support act because you were messing about with your hair, our
friendship is over,” Erica teased, draping Sara's jacket over
her shoulders as she hustled her out the door.
    “As if you care
about the support band! We're going to see Compass, that's all that
matters.”
    Sara grinned. She had
followed Compass ever since they released their first single, “Back
Track.” The minute she heard Jack Carter's deep, growling
voice, singing about regrets and lost love, her heart melted. She had
dragged Erica straight to the mall to pick up the album, and spent
the rest of her allowance on a near life size poster of the band.
Jack took up most of the foreground, cradling his electric guitar,
his deep brown eyes seeming to look right at her. His strong hands
gripped his instrument, delicate fingers ready to tease beautiful
sounds from the strings. As she lay in her bed, letting the music
wash over her, Sara could almost imagine Jack was right there in the
room. She studied his flawless face, with its razor sharp cheek
bones, framed perfectly by a sweep of dark hair. Sara imagined Jack
stepping out of the poster, sweeping the soft toys off her bed so
that he could slide between the sheets with her. His soft lips
touching her own, Jack's lip piercing grazing her flesh as he gently
eased his tongue into her mouth. Just the thought of it made Sara
feel strange, sort of hot all over. She pictured herself peeling off
his black t-shirt, running her hands over the smooth muscles of his
torso, tracing the lines of his tattoos with her fingers as he kissed
her deeply. Sara's breathing grew heavier as she gave herself up to
the fantasy, Jack peeling her night dress off, exposing her already
plump breasts, kissing her all over. The delicate spot between her
legs was tingling, and she felt a rush of moisture soak her panties.
Tentatively, she slid her hand down her body, feeling the wet spot on
her underwear, applying just a little pressure. The slightest
movement set off a wave of pleasure that coursed through her, and a
tiny moan escaped her lips. She slid her fingers through her soft
pubic hair, seeking her swollen clitoris, desperate for more
pleasure.
    “Oh, Jack,”
she groaned under her breath, imagining her idol lowering his head to
her desperate pussy, pleasuring her with his lips and tongue. She
rubbed her clitoris in circles, her eyes locked on the ceiling above
her bed, Jack's soulful expression heightening her excitement. Seized
by her passion, she thrust first one, then two fingers into her
pussy, frantically fucking herself as she imagined Jack above her,
filling her to the brim with his thick, hard cock.
    “Jack, oh
Jack,” she groaned again, feeling the orgasm building inside
her as she arched her back, pushing her fingers deeper inside
herself. She moaned, grinding the heel of her hand against her
sensitive clit until she finally exploded, every muscle in her body
quivering as her pussy clenched around her fingers. Panting, dripping
with sweat, Sara sank back into the bed as the tiny aftershocks ran
through her. She gently eased her fingers out of her pussy and lay
still, gazing up at Jack's beautiful face.