Stay, stay, stay

The invite

"Taylor, are you still there?" Tree asks impatiently through the speaker of my Phone which is laying on the floor of the Electric Lady Studio, right next to the Piano.
"So, what do you say? Do you want to go?"
"I mean, could be fun, you know. I've never been to an actual football game and Travis Kelce does look good." I chuckle while softly playing the piano.
"Well, I don't know if you've seen it but he wanted to give you a friendship bracelet with his number on it, while you were on tour. So, I think he would be thrilled to see you in his suite" Tree says.
I'm blushing at this point and so I'm really happy that Tree can't see that:"Um, well, okay then it's settled. I'll go to the game. But you better get me someone who can explain what the hell is going on, on the field because I don't have a single clue. Oh, and Tree?"
"Mhmm?"
"Um, would it be possible to get his number ? You know, to get to know him?" I ask shyly while simultaneously shaking my head in disbelief of what I just heard myself ask.
"Uh, sure. I'll get back to you soon with all the details. See you later."
"Thanks, bye Tree."

I sits down on the floor, let myself flop on my back and burrow my face in my hands to hide a small smile that finds its way to my lips.
"Jesus Christ" I sigh. I don't even know what I'm doing and I don't even know why I'm behaving like a horny teenager and not like a 33-year old woman. I mean, it has been a while since I have been in relationship but the last one didn't end very well and I felt heartbroken and angry but not for the seemingly obvious reason that Joe dumped me because,
I quote:" You have to focus on your career and I would only stand in your way". Yeah, right. No, not because of that. But because the songs I wrote about him and our relationship are so good. And yes, like any piece of art they are about a certain period of time in your life, but still. To sing "Lover" on stage while I absolutely do not want to go where he goes still hurts. So, I actually don't want anything serious right now. At least thats what I'm telling myself.

"Just having fun" I murmur to myself as I'm rolling onto my stomach and opening Instagram on my phone. Well, well. Doesn't this look promising? I click on a picture of Travis where he's catching a football in the air. He definitely is a hotshot, not gonna lie about that. As I'm zooming in on the picture because the tight uniform pants stretching over a certain part of his sculptured body doesn't leave much up to my imagination. I feel my jaw drop and a well known pressure between my thighs makes me shift uncomfortable. "Ugh." I groan. Why does even just looking at his picture make me want to jump him ? I'm focusing on making music like I never have in my life ever before and I'm the happiest I've ever been. I love spending my evenings with my friends cooking and laughing or just making music together. And touring has been the most fulfilling thing right now but sometimes there is this nagging feeling of wanting to be loved by someone other than my friends and family.

Before I can start pitying myself too much a text message with a contact information suddenly pops up on my screen "Travis Kelce Kansas City Chiefs" it reads. A few seconds later Tree texts me the information that everything is settled and that she'll be sending me the details later, ending her text with a winky face. I shake my head and add his number to my contacts. Do I text him now? I guess I should. Otherwise it would be weird to just show up to his game.

"Hey, Tay what are you still doing here ?" I startle and quickly shake my head to look up at Jack, who just stepped in the studio. He looks down at me and I love that he's not even questioning why I might be laying on the floor. Jack crouches down and places his elbows on his knees "So what's new? Working on something?"
"Yeah, I have this idea but I'm not really sure about it yet. I'm sorry, I totally forgot the time. How's Margaret?" I ask over my shoulder while jumping to my feet and packing up my things and simultaneously texting security to drive up the car.
I've gotten really close with Jack's wife but since I've been busy with touring I hadn't really had the time to go and visit the couple. "Oh, you know. She's fine. Working on a new movie and stuff" he says with concerned look on his face that is clearly directed at me, pushing his black glasses up. "Why are you all frantic an running around ?"
"Uh, nothing. I just forgot that I have a meeting and now I'm late and you know Tree. She'll kill me some day. I really need to go now but I'll send you this new idea asap. Love you, bye."
I pat his shoulder and throw him a kiss. The thing is, I don't have a meeting. I just haven't gotten off in a while and I needed to right now. Because for some weird reason the picture that I zoomed in on made me incredibly horny. That's why I'm really glad to find my car waiting outside along with hundreds of fans and paparazzi. I take a deep breath and adjust my cap before stepping out of the studio.

The car ride feels like forever. I can't remember it ever feeling longer than it has right now. Not only am I getting more and more frustrated and impatient but the desire to finally get off is killing me. "What is taking so long? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap. I'm just really tired and want to get home."
I let my head fall against the headrest, pouting like a 3-year old and also feeling guilty because I snapped at my driver.
"It shouldn't take much longer, there is some traffic but it seems to clear up" he says with an apologetic smile, looking at me in the rearview mirror.
"Okay, thank you and sorry again" I feel really bad. As I'm waiting, I open Google and type in Travis' name. Which was a bad idea. Like really bad. A small moan escapes my lips when a picture of him in only a towel shows up. The car finally comes to a stop and I quickly make my way inside. Usually I'm all grateful and stuff and take my time to appreciate the staff but not today. I fiddle with my key and when I get inside, I don't even bother taking off my shoes.

I close my bedroom door and lay down as my hand finds its way into my panties to discover what I already knew. I've been soaking wet this entire time. I led one finger slide in between my folds and draw small circles around my already aroused clit. My eyes closed, I can see him pushing me against a wall, one hand next to my face, his other hand in my panties. I can't do anything else but imagining Travis' hand doing what I am doing. I slip one finger inside and feel my walls desperately clench around it. Deciding that one finger isn't enough I thrust my middle finger also inside and a loud moan comes out of my mouth at the thought of  his fingers inside of me. I pick up the pace thrusting my fingers in and out, hitting that exact spot every time. My other hand lightly grazes the prickling skin from my belly button up to my breasts, where I start caressing my nipple. My breathing gets heavier, I'm close, I can feel it. I pull my fingers out, whining because now there's something missing. Spreading my legs even wider, I rub my clit with a pace that isn't actually humanly possible. I grip my bedsheets as I'm getting closer, wishing I could feel his hard dick rubbing against my sensitive clit. The moment I climax, I automatically lift my hips up and thrust my fingers back inside as I'm riding out my orgasm. This time it's not his fingers that I imagine inside of me.
A deep groan leaves my chest and I pull my fingers out. As I let out a satisfied sigh I pick up my phone up to finally text Travis. I mean, after I thought about him while touching myself there is literally nothing that could stop me from meeting this man.

"Hi, how are you?"