EroticReverie

Laney Ainsley

Walking backstage at the festival I flash my VIP pass along with my friends Sheena and Flora. It's our second year going to the Bring Your Lungs Fesitval, but our first year getting to go back stages on any of the stages setups, and in the VIP access areas with the tents for the  musicians and their entourages. 

The only reason we were VIP was because my brother and his band had blown up this past year, due to a viral Tik Tok. They were one of the headliners for the fesitval and I'd begged my brother to get us tickets. But he did us one better, and got us VIP passes. 

I texted my brother who said they were hanging out with the guys ready to go on next behind stage two, so that's where we were. I walked around the back, flashing out pass again at the bulky secuirty guard standing on the gates set up around the area. 

"Oh my god, he is so hot" Sheena squeals. 

"Shh, shut up" I say nudging her. 

"Oh god, he cant even hear me, hes all the way over there, chill out." she laughs and so does Flora. 

They both had huge crushes on my brother and his band mates, but one was strictly off limits. They could have my brother, because, ew, gross. And they could have the other two as well. Because I laid claim to Fitz Saint. Lead singer and guitar player of the band. He was the oldest at 25, the tallest, at 6'4", and the man had the body of and build of Jason Momoa. It was fucking mouth watering seeing him standing there , shirt off, his long light brown hair to his shoulders, his beard was trimmed now, and he had even more tattoos now. 

His eyes flick up and they catch on me and my friends walking over. My friends quietly squealing as he juts his chin upward in a nod of acknowledgment, gently placing a hand between the two girls all over his nuts currently, and politely steps through them. 

"Miss Ainsley!" he calls, his bright white teeth flashing me a grin as he lifts a cup of beer in the air and walks over through a bunch of people, the two groupies looking dumbfounded. Sorry bitches. This one is mine, whether he knows it yet or not. 

I'm nineteen now, and Fitz is twenty five. My brother is twenty two. I've known Fitz for four years, since my brother and him and the other guys started the band. But I havent even seen him since I turned legal. They were always traveling, playing wherever they could all around the country.

The Bring Your Lungs festival was a four day , three night festival. There were rock bands, punk, emo, metal, there was electronic, there was hip hop artists and rap artists. There were indie artists , alternative, blues rock too. Bring Your Lungs had something for everyone. My brothers band Six Feet Above, oh so cleverly named due to the fact they were all over six feet tall, was in the rock catergory with some metal influence with all that screaming shit Devin the other singer did on some of the songs. 

Fitz Saint is shirtless, his arms, chest, back, neck, hands, covered in tattoos as he throws his arms open, his signature silver rings on every finger and necklaces around his neck, and random leather bracelets on his wrist, his black jeans and hang on his hips, and his happy trail, shows where the tattoo on his lower stomach cuts off, and dips into his jeans and I want to die. 

I smile big. 

"Hey you big bastard!" I yell at him, and throw my arms up and jump, wrapping my arms around him and hugging him as he laughs, wrapping one of his big muscled arms around my back and I'm instantly fucking wet, but of course , have to play it cool. I have to act like I haven't been dying for the opportunity to throw my legal pussy at his rockstar feet. 

"Miss me?" he laughs as he swings me around and then sets me down and I laugh. 

"Nope. Not a single bit." I say and he winks. 

It was just something Fitz Saint did, the mother fucker liked to wink at me. It was always friendly, never creepy, but he always did it with me. And it always, made my little teenage heart go fucking ballistic and run out and buy new pens and markers to scribble in my fucking notebooks with. "Laney & Fitz Saint"  "Laney Saint"  "Laney Fitz Saint" "Lainey Ainsley Saint"   God, Yes, I was THAT girl. We all were. Don't judge. 

"Get your paws of my kid sister" my brothers voice comes out of nowhere and gives Fitz a playful smack on the back of the head. 

Fitz laughs and my brother is just being a jerk, because I'm friendly with all his band mates , I grew up listening to them play in parents garage and basement. 

My brother swings an arm around my neck, pulling me in and then puts his hand on my head messying my hair, giving me an affection brother welcome of a noogie .

"argh" I groan. "You jerk" I push at him and then slip my hands over my silver hair, that ombres into black at the bottom. I catch Fitz smirking and I narrow my eyes, sticking out my tongue at him and he laughs. 

"What's up Sheena...Flora" my brother says giving them a nod. 

"Hey Brock" they both say at the same time, big ole smiles on their goofy faces. Is that how I looked talking to Fitz? God I hoped not. They looked like regular day groupies, but I just laugh and then get Fitz's arm around my neck, his hand on my shoulder. 

"Want a drink?" he asks me and I nod. 

"Cmon let's break the law and get you a beer." he says conspiratorily and I laugh. 

I look over to my friends and see them both smiling , talking with my brother, so I dont even both to see if they're cool with me parting from them, because they're more than fine. 

"So how is the life of a rock star?" I ask Fitz as he slides his arm from around my shoulder and walks to the tent behind the stage. 

"Lots of puss!" I hear Brett Wright, another singer and bass player yell from the side. 

"Oh god" I laugh and he bends over as if he's going to sneak up on me, holding out his hands wiggling his fingers. 

"You're such a creep" I say and he laughs as he grabs me by the waist making me yelp and throwing me on his shoulder. 

Brett was 6'1", shaggy black hair, brown eyes, and tattoos all over him just like Fitz.  Then I see Devin Trift the other guitar player, and the other singer, the one with the screamy singing. He has short browwn hair, brown eyes, and tattoos. He's laughing as Fitz yells at Brett to put me down. 

Brett listens and I laugh as he sets me down and both him and Devin sandwich me in a bear hug. They were all like brothers at this point, except for Fitz. Because what I felt for him was not very sisterly, at all. 

"Get her a new shirt, what's with this shit Ainsley?" Devin asks tugging at the black cut off shoulder shirt I have on with another band on it. 

"you need to be wearing our shit you little traitor" he teases and I laugh. 

"fine. Get me a shirt." I say and he holds a finger up and then turns and runs over to some girl. Grab a shirt in her hand. She squeals and pouts. Devin says something, strokes the side of her face with the back of his hand and then leans in and pecks her mouth. Leaving the girl starrry eyed and stunned as he runs back over. 

I laugh. Shaking my head, me and Fitz and Brett just watching him jog back over and hold out a shirt to me. 

I laugh as I hold it up. 

"Ummm...this isn't even going to fit."  I say. 

"Sure it will." Devin says and I look to Fitz , who is eyeing it, biting his lips together. 

"What is this..infant sized?" I ask of the cropped tank top. 

They all laugh. 

"There's fancy porta johns over there" Brett points. "Go change, traitor." he says and I laugh and roll my eyes. 

"fine." I say and walk over, waiting in the short line.

Once I get inside I use the opportunity to actually pee. Then remove my shirt, pull my hair up into a ponytail and then pull the tank top down over my breasts. I had double d's and no bra, and this tank top JUST hung over them enough to hide them, but I lifted my hands, everyone was going to get a whole lot of under boob. But whatever, because it was hot out, and a loose tank top was slightly better than the black t shirt I had on. 

I look in the floor length mirror of the fancy little mini bathrom porta potty and lick my lips at my exposed midriff. Wondering what Fitz will think when I walk out. The black cropped tank top hangs lower in the back, but the front would hang lower if it werent for my breasts. But it cuts off a few inches below my breasts, then I have short black shorts with fishnets on and a pair of cheap black sneakers I bought for the festival , knowing theyd get filthy. I wash my hands, grab my shirt and then walk out. 

I try not to look up as I walk out, but I do, and all three of them, including my brother and my friends see me and my friends eyes pop, so does the bands, except for my brothers pop for a whole other reason. He shakes his head. 

"Absolutely not Laney" he says loudly and walks between them. 

"What the hell is that?" he says grabbing my shirt and lifting. 

"Put this back on right now."  he says and I roll my eyes and swat his hand away. 

"Knock if off, you're not my dad" I say. 

His lips go into a tiight line. 

"She looks good , leave her be" Devin says. 

I watch as Brock throws his friends a glare over his shoulder. 

"I'm nineteen, Brock, chill out, I'm wearing a lot more than some of the other girls here." I say. He grumbles. 

"Fine." he snarls and turns and walks back to the group, and I follow. 

My eyes lift and my cheeks heat as Fitz stares at me , his mouth, with only a hint of a smile. He licks his lips and my heart stutters in my chest. Then he winks. Except for the first time, it feels like a wink that means he wants me naked, and not the friendly little winks he always gives. My nipples get hard instantly and I look away, my cheeks flushing further as I stand with my friends and everyone talks. 

Fitz walks around the group to me. Stand beside me, partially behind. Lifts his hand up and lowers a beer in front of my face in a clear plastic cup. I smile and take the drink, looking over my shoulder and up at him. 

"Thanks Fitz" I say. 

The side of his mouth lifts. "Welcome Laney"