EroticReverie

Shayna Sellars

We've got pit tickets, which is standing only, and me and my friend Lauren are currently wedged in between several other bodies as the lights flare to life on stage, screams errupting, whistling and hollering. 

"I'm so fucking horny!" Lauren screams and I laugh as others around her look to see if they heard her right and I laugh, as she screams at the top of her lungs.

"Horny for YOU, for you babe!" She yells over the music grabbing my arm as the four members of Demons Calling come into view. 

She was convinced that they'd remember me , I was convinced she was crazy. They were a hell of a lot more famous now that they were two years ago, and they also had a new gimmick, which was the fact all of them wore black, all of them wore masks, other than Rio Moros , who was the lead singer. He paints his face like a skeleton. I wasn't huge on gimmicks , but when it came to these four, I ate that shit up. So did every other fan of theirs. 

but Lauren was convinced the four guys on the stage in front of us would remember who I was. Because two years ago, I had the wildest night of my fucking life and fucked, not one of them, not two...not fucking three...but all four of them. It wasn't even about the fact they were in a band , ...okay...maybe that had something to do with it....but they'd all been insanely attractive , and still were. It was one night after a show they played at a small rock/metal festival. They'd just happened to be in the right place at the right time, and had pulled a drunk guy off me that was harrassing me, and bam. Next thing I know, I'm showing my gratitude by going back to their hotel and screwing all four of them. 

I'm sure plenty of girls did that though, at least now. They were probably running trains on several girls each night now. They wouldn't remember me. 

Yet by the third song, I have a feeling that Lauren was right, and I was wrong. Because even though three of them have masks on, the dark hollowed out eyes of their masks, all seem to be pointed in my direction, and I know for a fact Rio's are, because I can see his bright blue eyes clear as fucking day, and they're locked on me right now as the song comes to an end. I see the skeleton mouth painted on him tip up at the corners slightly. His eyes going down to my breasts, down to my bare stomach, below my cropped tank top, and that smirk grows even more as he licks his lips and winks. 

I know exactly what he's thinking of...at least I think I do. His cum...all over my stomach. Because that's exactly where he put it that night when cumming. Rio came on my stomach, Finch and Aamon, both in my mouth, and Casimir, all over my breasts.

"SO. HORNY" Lauren yells in my ear, making me slightly laugh, but my eyes are locked on Rio's, and then my eyes drift to Aamon, his mask looking in my direction. I watch his long fingers wrap around the neck of his guitar tightly as if reminding me how he squeezed my neck while fucking me. 

Then my eyes go to Finch on the drums as his mask also is looking right at me, and he lifts his hands, and then points one of his drum sticks directly at me, and my heart stops . Okay, so I'm definitely not delusional, and they do remember. My eyes flick to Casimir on the bass, who is just standing there,as Rio starts to speak to the crowd.

"You ever had such a crazy fucking night? With a crazy fucking girl?" Rio asks the crowd, men cheering, some women doing the same. 

"Me and the guys wrote this song about two years ago, and it's going on the new album...it's about a wild night, with a crazy fuckin girl, that did some really...really...dirty fuckin things .." he purrs into the micophone, dropping his voice, making the women go feral. 

"It's called Wild Midnight" Rio says and then looks at me. Smirks, and winks again. Laurens nails are digging into my fucking forearm.

"Bitch" she hisses, leaning over as the song starts. 

"Tell me that this shit isnt about you!" she squeals.

"Bitch! They wrote a fucking song about you!" she nearly screams and I feel my cheeks blush, a few people nearby looking at my friend as I just laugh, and roll my eyes, and shake my head , like my best friend is crazy. 

"No they didnt" I yell in her ear. 

But as the song starts, and I pick out certain lines.....they most definitely wrote a fucking song about that night. 

" she told me, had to be, six feet to ride it, she spread her ambition wide open, and pulled me inside it" 

I'd made a joke about how I only ever screw guys over six feet, so they were lucky they all were taller than six feet. I blush at the lyrics. How I'd pulled him by his ass , when he was teasing me. 

The song is written like its about one guy, and one girl, but there are lyrics in every verse that are specific to each of them, with me. There's reference to Aamon telling me he was going to keep me.  There's reference to me telling Finch that I never wanted the night to end. Then there was reference to Casimir and myself in the name of the song itself.....he'd called me midnight, because of my long black hair, .."You're fucking wild midnight." he'd said when I'd rode him harder than I've ever fucked in my life. Wild Midnight, the name of the song. 

"if you dont get fucked by all four of them tonight, im gonna kill myself!" Lauren screams and I cant even laugh at her dramatics, because the song comes to an end and I feel four sets of eyes, staring right into my perverted little soul. 

The rest of the show is even harder to hear or focus on, because all I do for the next forty minutes is replay that night in my head. Over, and over, and over again. Passing me around, using me all at once, then taking turns. It was and always will be the hottest night of my fucking life. 

At the end of the show, a security guard comes over, and Lauren squeals as he points to us and motions us forward.

"Shayna Sellars?" He asks and I nod. 

He hands me a VIP pass, and then another to Lauren, and him and another security guard help us over the barrier after we place the lanyards around our necks. Theres plenty of other girls noticing, and asking how they get passes, offering sexual favors for passes, and I dont think they're joking.

We're brought around the the front of the of stage and to the back, through a door, just as we hear the guys go back out for the encore, and playing their most viral song. 

Lauren is squeaking with excitment.

"Oh my god, this is unreal, this is so fucking unreal!" she squeaks. 

"Oh my god, they totally want to fuck you again!" she claps her hands and I just laugh, nervous knots in my stomach. Why was I nervous? How was this even real? How could they even remember me? You'd think the thousands of groupies theyve had throw themselves at them would have erased their memory of the one single girl they all fucked together before they got famous. 

About eight minutes later, the door to the room we're in opens and in walks Rio, he eyes on mine. The skeleton makeup , melting off his face, smeared all over from sweat and stage lights. 

Rio stads the tallest of the four, his skeleton face smirking at me. His tan skin peeking out beneath the smeared makeup. His short black hair, just long enough on top for me to hold onto. Bright blue trouble maker eyes. 

Then Aamon at six foot three with shoulder length brown hair, that's sweaty, all their masks are off now, and his brown eyes are just as dark as I remember, a wicked grin on his lips. 

Finch, also six foot three, with black touseled hair, and brown eyes as well, but his are lighter, softer, and the kindest eyes of all four. He's smiling, but it's a genuine smile, one that doesnt promise mischief and a deja vu gang bang like Rio's and Aamon's eyes.

"Wild midnight." Casimir says, six foot four, the second tallest, with his dark beard and long dark hair, and green eyes. He lifts his hand, rubs a hand over his beard. 

"You know we all took a bet on whether or not we'd see you here tonight." He smirks. 

"Oh god" Lauren swoons from the couch where she's already sitting, drinking a beer that she helped herself to, along with a mini bag of chips. 

"I can't believe you...wrote a song about it...or even remembered that night" I say with a nervous laugh. All four sets of eyes on me. 

"I cant believe" Rio says, taking a few steps towards me. "That you think we'd forget." 

"oh wow...oh wow, the tension in the room" Lauren mutters to herself. I see Rio smirk at her ramblings as he steps forward. 

He licks his lips slowly and lifts his hand to my neck, sliding his hands behind it. 

"You got a boyfriend Midnight?" he asks and I shake my head.

"Good." Rio says, and then crashes his mouth to mine.