Silently packing my travel bag, I looked up to see my roommate, Daryl, who said, “You’re not really doing this, are you?”

“Amy was my all-time unrequited crush in college. You have no idea how bad I mooned over her,” I said in all seriousness.

“You were a horndog in college!” Daryl exclaimed.

I laughed and answered, “I was. But Amy was my secret desire. It didn’t matter how much pussy I got. I actually only wanted her, but she always felt totally out of my reach. And I’ve kicked myself ever since that I didn’t make a move.”

It was all true. Amy had been the center of my world, but she never knew it. We saw each other plenty— as casual acquaintances. But I never got up the courage to ask her out or even give her a hint about how I felt.

In the years since, she’d haunted my memory. I even had fantasies where I’d given it my best shot, but she turned me down. Those were better than the pathetic no-show performances I’d turned in back in school.

“Now that she’s an up-and-coming musician, you think she’ll suddenly be more approachable?” He was shaking his head, having already decided on the answer to his own question.

Her band was on tour in our state, and I was going to follow them— follow Amy, really— and see all the shows. Deep down, I was hoping to connect with her again. But not as a friend. This time, I was hoping to have something more, or at the very least tell her how I felt back then. How I still felt.

Daryl kept naysaying the whole venture. But I lit out anyway, driving six hours to reach the first show.

On the drive up, images of Amy played in my head. They were of a beautiful, somewhat shy woman, with a lovely face and full breasts, and a body that made me catch my breath. I’d seen her in a bikini once. I’d almost fainted as all the blood in my body rushed to my erection.

My heart ached to see her, and my body wasn’t far behind. I was nursing a hard-on for most of the drive up north.

The concert was on a college campus. Before the lights dimmed I’d squirmed my way up to the front, where fans were jammed together.

The band hit the stage and launched into a song. The guitarist shredded, the drummer pounded, the lead singer shrieked. But my eyes were on the bassist.

It was her! Amy looked awesome— toned, fit and in her natural element. She wore cutoffs, boots and a leather vest with nothing on underneath.

Her thighs were creamy and taut. Her cleavage was mesmerizing. On her face was a look of rapture as her fingers worked her thumping strings. My heart swelled with joy for her, and my cock pulsed with desire.

Around her right wrist was a dog collar. I remembered it had belonged to a beloved pet.

It was a great show. So was the next one. And the next. At every gig I tried to make eye contact with her. But when she looked out at the crowd, she seemed to be in a transcendental state, caught in some rock ’n’ roll nirvana.

At the fourth concert, when the band came forward to take their bows, I waved my arms wildly in the front line of spectators. I screamed her name hoarsely but couldn’t even hear myself over the cheers.

For a second, I thought she saw me, and hope surged insanely in me. But she took her bows and vacated the stage with her bandmates.

I lingered outside the venue. My bones felt like they were still vibrating from the music. But I was starting to think maybe it was a fool’s errand, after all. Maybe Daryl had it right, and I should head home.

A hand fell on my shoulder, and a big roadie asked, “You Evan?” I couldn’t speak, could only nod. He led me back inside and through a door beside the stage. A minute later I was in a dressing room with one other occupant— Amy.

She beamed at me and said, “Holy fuck! It is you.”

With that she ran at me, and before I knew it, her arms were around me and she was squealing with pleasure. She gushed that she thought she’d seen me the last couple nights and added, “But tonight I was convinced!”

I couldn’t believe she remembered me— obviously quite fondly. Everything in me was stirring— my emotions were raw, and my head was spinning. Amy hadn’t let me out of our embrace. Her crotch was flush with mine, and she quipped, “You sure feel like you’re glad to see me.”

I realized I had a hard-on. Embarrassment consumed me, but before I could apologize, her mouth suddenly settled against mine. She kissed me hard and deep, as we’d never kissed before.

When we broke the lip-lock, both of us were gasping. She looked hesitant and asked, “Uh...was that okay?”

“Hell yes,” I whispered, barely believing what had just happened. Then we were kissing again, with our tongues tangling. She rolled her hips and ground herself against my throbbing cock.

There was a couch in the dressing room, and we tumbled onto it, with Amy pulling me down on top of her. Beneath me, her body felt soft and firm in all the right places. She was still thrusting her tongue against mine as she reached around to clutch my ass.

It emboldened me. I closed a hand over her breast, squeezing it through the leather vest she was still wearing. She writhed with pleasure, so I slipped my hand inside it, finding her stiff nipple.

She started clawing at my clothes, so I shucked my shirt and undid my pants. She wriggled under me as she, too, stripped. Somehow we managed to get naked without ever getting off the couch.

We were nude and pressed together, and every inch of my flesh felt alive. We kissed ravenously again, then I shifted, kissing her throat and moving further down to suck on her tits.

She shoved those generous mounds against my mouth. When I nibbled her hard nips, her whole body bucked. In a delirium of happiness, I kissed a wet trail across her belly. She opened her thighs, and I dropped down between them.

Her pussy gleamed, already slick with expectation. Her scent made me dizzy, and my mouth watered for a taste of her. I had dreamt of that very moment countless times back in school.

I slithered my tongue along her slit, and her hips jerked. I licked her up and down with more force. When I parted her pussy lips with my tongue tip, she shouted and grabbed a handful of my hair.

I plunged my tongue inside, getting her full flavor, and delved further into her silken interior. Zeroing in on her clit, I found it gratifyingly swollen with arousal. I batted the stiff bud with my tongue.

Her thighs closed almost crushingly around my skull, which I didn’t mind at all. Neither did I object to how hard she was pulling my hair. I could feel a great swarm of orgasmic energy coursing through her, building and building.

She came with a wild cry, and her juices flooded my hungry mouth. My cock dribbled pre-come in sympathy.

I sat up, taking in the sight of her as my chin was smeared with her wetness. Amy lay in a post-climactic stupor for a few seconds, and I’d never seen a woman look so beautiful.

Then a new gleam shone in her eyes, and she came up and pushed me onto my back. She shouldered her way between my legs, her hand closing gently over my balls, and her open mouth was poised over my swollen cockhead. I felt her hot breath for a brief moment, then her luscious mouth dropped onto my cock. Like her, my hips bucked automatically. But as I thrust up, Amy sucked my shaft right down to the base without a hitch.

Dumbfounded, I felt my crown throbbing in her throat. Felt the suction of her mouth. Felt her tongue wriggling crazily on my staff. She groaned lustfully, and that humming was transmitted directly to me, sending pleasure ricocheting through me.

Somehow I managed not to come in those first few seconds. Amy started bobbing her head, deep-throating me with every downward lunge. Her tongue stayed busy, and she softly squeezed my balls.

After a time, her head came up. Huskily, she said, “My pussy needs your cock!”

I didn’t argue. She climbed onto me and lowered her cunt onto my oak-hard meat. Again, I thrust up instinctively, and she cried out as she rocked all the way down on me. She planted her knees, put her palms on my chest, and rode me like a wild woman. I reached up to caress her breasts, tweaking her nipples to make her squeal some more.

At that moment, I was finally fulfilling my long-held deep desire to fuck Amy!

She bounced on my boner, wearing a transported expression— a more lusty version of the one she’d displayed onstage. Pleasure oozed from her, seemingly heating the atmosphere of the dressing room. I was an eyeblink away from blowing my load, but somehow I stayed in that state, right on the brink and reveling in erotic wonder.

I watched her second climax gather and visibly shake her. Her eyes flashed, and her head whipped from side to side. She rode me wildly, then slammed down, and held herself there. A great bone-deep shivering took hold of her, and I saw her orgasm fully consume her. She shrieked like she was still in concert.

Finally, she collapsed onto me, soft and lovely. She murmured, “I want to feel your come in me, Evan.”

I moved her onto her back and slipped my cock into her warm snatch once again. I stroked in and out of her as my heightened state of near-orgasm still gripped me. But that sensation quickly slipped away, and I felt myself rapidly approaching the end.

Upping the pace and intensity of my thrusts, I fucked her harder, and she grunted underneath me. Pleasure rattled me, and when my spunk started to jet, she was right there with me, adding another sexual zenith to what she’d already experienced.

After, we nuzzled and nestled.

Shyly, she said, “I always had a crush on you, you know.”

“No,” I said, laughing softly. “I didn’t know.”

“But you always had some woman on your arm.”

“Well, you must have tons of groupies now, right?” I said, careful not to give my voice a jealous edge. I was just glad we’d had that night. But she shook her head, and I touched the dog collar around her wrist. “Still wearing Elmo’s collar?”

Her eyes lit, touched that I remembered her beloved pooch. She kissed me tenderly, and I knew that wouldn’t be our only night together.