A Wish Upon A Shooting Star

Rebel Yell

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C.C. knelt down beside the couch and propped up on his elbows in Andy's face, he batted his eyes like a little girl and asked, "Whatcha doin'?".
Ashley plopped down close beside me, taking a strand of my hair and twisting it around his finger. "Hi cutie! What do you wanna do?", he purred ever so close to my ear.

Andy put his hand in C.C.'s face and pushed him off, then he slapped Ash's hand away and growled, "Hands off! Fuck-nuts!"

They both got up and started jumping around like sugared-up little kids, "Lets go out! Lets go out! Lets go out!"

"WHERE?", Andy screamed.

They stopped just long enough to look at each other and decide, then started up again, "Clubbin'! Clubbin'! Clubbin'!"

Andy rolled his eyes and turned to me looking for an answer. I smirked and said, "You know them better than I do, are they going to stop?".

"FINE! We'll go!" he sighed.

In an hour we were all ready to leave. We hit the club up the street and found a table in a back corner. Everyone else disappeared into the crowd and I glanced over at Andy wondering if we were going to join them. It was obvious the answer was NO. You could see it in his face; He's apparently more of a 'sit at the bar' kinda guy. God, he's so irritated! I watched everyone else dance while waiting for Andy to get a few more drinks in him.

Three tall drinks later and I was ready to dance; they played BVB's version of 'Rebel Yell' and I took my chance. I grabbed Andy's hand and dragged him to the dance floor, much to his protest; He just stood there, arms crossed and glaring down at me.

I seductively walked around him dragging my hand across his body, he followed me with his eyes; they were slowly lightening up with my touch, not as dark and brooding as before.

I stood in front of him and began dancing, gyrating, and rubbing my hands all over my body as I stared up at him. I turned around, bent over and touched the floor. When I rolled back up, he was now  standing against me and I could feel his hot breath on my neck; so I just went with the beat, grinding my ass against his crotch.

Over the noise, I faintly heard him clear his throat. Haha, I've got him hooked now! Time to reel him in.

Just then it came to the line in his song ...but when I'm tired and lonely, she gives me head!, I spun around, wiggled my way down his body, brushed ever so close to the front of his jeans and NEVER broke eye contact. Andy gasped! By then his eyes had brightened to an icy blue glow.

When the song ended, I motioned for him to lean down. I got close and whispered in his ear, "It's time for me to go home". I walked off and left him standing there slightly trembling.

FYI... when 'Rebel Yell' started, the guys had sat down just to watch Andy; they had never seen him on a dance floor before and wondered what he would do. It wasn't long before the attention wasn't on him.

I made my way back to the table where the guys were sitting there in awe and readjusting themselves. I gave them a wink and said "Bye guys!" kind of flirty.

Poor Andy, the drive home was unbearable for him; he couldn't get comfortable or sit still. I assume he was replaying the dance in his head; and it didn't help that I put my hand on the inside of his thigh, giving it an occasional squeeze. He couldn't stand it anymore and moved my hand away saying, "You're such a tease!".

I was feeling pretty good, being full of liquid confidence I stated, "Yeah, but you're enjoying it!"

When we arrived at my house, Andy put the car in park; he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to him. Our lips crashed together and we kissed with such ferocity the windows fogged up almost instantly.

His hands traveled down my neck, across my body, and to my skirts edge, starting to pull it up. I grabbed his hands, moved them back to his lap and leaned away.
"Goodnight, Andy.", I whispered and stepped out of the car.

The next two days were whirlwinds, playing around during the day and the concerts at night. I'd sit side stage and watch them perform. Sometimes Andy would turn towards me and smile or wink at me, and I'd turn red when he did so.
BTW, I don't get left behind anymore, considering Kat, Zack, and Lori are backstage with me! LOL

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Listening to Rebel Yell by BVB