Saturday night.
The black door opened as soon as I knocked. Instead of the guard I was expecting from yesterday, it was Joe Perry who answered. "Steven, your girl's here."
"Send her in, then!" I heard Steven's voice from inside. Joe stepped aside so I could enter.
"Sherrie," Steven said, and motioned me over. He was sitting in the same place on the grungy old couch as he was last night. "Did you like the show?"
"Uh..." I sat down where I did last night, "I didn't see it. I thought you meant for me just to come here,"
"Oh. Well, I did say same time," Steven frowned.
"I know. Sorry." I leaned back into the couch.
"It's all fine," Steven put his arm around my shoulders, "almost as fine as you, baby."
I swear, my face turned redder than the red of a Coca-Cola label. And then even more so when Steven leaned in and kissed me on the cheek!
"Oh, God." Oops. I didn't mean to say that out loud.
"What's wrong?" Steven asked.
"Um, nothing. Carry on," I shifted to face him a little better. As I did, the door burst open.
"Lisa?!" I cried.
"Couldn't let you have all the fun," she winked. Of course you couldn't have.
Lisa closed the door behind herself and streamlined right over to Joe, who looked surprised and pleased at the same time. And then they went into the back room.
"Well okay," Steven muttered before facing me again. Without warning, Steven kissed me right on the lips. Right on the kisser.
My entire body heated up and I didn't want him to stop for anything. Then, he parted my lips with his tongue and dived right in. It was a bit much to begin with, but I quickly got used to his tongue and added mine into the mix.
I noticed Steven trailing his hand up my waist and onto my chest. Even at twenty years old, this was the furthest I'd ever gone with someone. Steven squeezed and I jumped.
"What now?" he asked, pulling back.
"N-nothing, sorry..."
"I thought groupies were supposed to be used to this kind of thing?"
Oh, shit. That's right, I'm a groupie, aren't I?
"Yes." I answered, a little too quickly and abruptly.
"So are you good or what?" Steven sounded a little annoyed with me.
"Good- I'm good." In an attempt to make my whole "groupie" image more convincing, I straddled Steven - then didn't know what to do next. I started with kissing him again, then I leaned back to take my red jacket off. I threw it down next to us on the couch and went back to kissing.
Steven's hand found its way up my black singlet and under my black bra. Just as he reached to pull my singlet off, the door opened again. I freaked out and stood up, turning to see who'd interrupted.
"Chill out, baby, it's only Brad."
"Where's Joe?" Brad asked.
I hadn't met Brad Whitford last night. Or Joey Kramer or Tom Hamilton, for that matter.
"He's busy." Steven pointed with his thumb behind him, towards the other room. Which, by the way, seemed more like a part of this room sectioned off by a thick, heavy, black drape.
"Joe! Get your ass out here!" Brad thundered and made his way to said drape. He didn't have to go in, though, because Joe stepped out, shirtless and looking extremely pissed off.
"Can you take whatever this is outside, girls?" Steven interrupted. Brad and Joe stormed out of the room, and Lisa soon appeared from behind the drapes, untidily dressed.
"What was that about?!" Lisa looked startled.
"Who knows? Who cares?" Steven lazily responded. "But, if you're finished in there..." He stood up, his arm found its way around my waist, and Steven led me behind the drapes.
It was quite dark in this little area. There was an orange couch pulled out to be a grotty looking bed. Steven motioned for me to get on the bed, so down I went.
However, Steven merely sat on the edge. "You're not really a groupie, are you?"
I froze for a second before answering. "Was it that obvious?"
Steven chuckled lightly. "Let's just say I have enough experience to tell."
"And when exactly did you figure this out?"
"As soon as I heard that you were supposed to be one," Steven casually shrugged.
"Wh-... Then why'd you tell me to come back again?" I sat up properly and leaned against the back of the couch.
"You interest me."
I interest Steven Tyler, Aerosmith's frontman, Steven Tyler the rock god?! Oh, Lordy.
"Why? How?" I asked him.
"I liked your appearance, I liked your behaviour, I just liked... you, I guess." Steven answered matter-of-factly.
"My behaviour? I passed out,"
"Not that, that was a bit weird, I'll say." He shrugged again.
"Aren't you used to girls fainting at the sight of you?" I turned so red when I said that.
"On the very odd occasion." Steven looked me right in the eyes. "Stay with us until we leave."
What. What? What?!
"What?" I was startled. "Where? Why? When do you leave?"
"Where: here. Or we could book a room," Steven winked. "Why: for my own personal entertainment. When do we leave: Friday."
"I... I don't... That's..." I stuttered.
"How about you go home, think about it, and I'll call you tomorrow?" Steven stood up from the edge of the bed.
"Uh... I g-guess...?" I climbed off too.
"Make sure you actually think about it, okay, Sherrie?" He held his hand out and I received it, then he slipped my arm through his. We exited through the dark drapes and back into the main room. Lisa was sitting on the couch, alone.
"I'll think about it," I mumbled, and he let go of me.
"Sherrie, let's go." Lisa ordered. She stood up and dragged me out of the room. I looked back just in time to see Steven flash me the most amazing, enticing smile and a wink, and down the hall we went.
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A/N: Hiya. For those of you who don't know, and a reminder for those who do, my phone for some reason refuses to let me italicise things. So I bold them instead. Still haven't found a resolve for that one yet.
Edit: I am miraculously now able to italicise!
Also, I may or may not be taking a small break from writing Young Lust. I'm a full-time student again, yay! So this story is kind of a filler to keep my mind author-active. I'd work on YL instead, but I'm kinda not feelin' it at the moment. As soon as I do, I'll get right back on that and write away.
Happy reading! ✌️
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One-Week Stand
FanfictionSherrie never could have imagined spending an entire week with him...
