The Mighty I

Chapter Two

One night I was laying in bed and posted a selfie on my Instagram. Noel liked it and sent me a message a minute later.

"I leave next week for the states."
"I can't wait! My mom finally agreed to let me go, but she insisted on coming with me."
"What are you like 15 or something?"
"No, 18."
"Fuckin hell, I thought you were a bit older."
"Sorry, does it matter?"
"Suppose not."
"Noel, thank you."
"For what?"
"For talking to me on here. You're seriously the only friend I have right now."
He didn't answer and I felt a little stupid for acting like he was actually my friend. 

A couple days later his wife posted a picture of them out at a party. He looked so sexy and very drunk. I couldn't wait to see him live, but was also kind of nervous. The night before the Detroit concert I sent him a message.
"Can't wait for the show tomorrow!" 

He answered right away.
"Should be a good one."
I wanted to write more, but didn't know what to write so I just left it at that.
The next morning me and my Mom drove over to Detroit. I talked her into getting there early to try to get an autograph. When we got to the venue, there were a handful of other people already waiting by the stage door. We got in line and waited about an hour then a big tour bus pulled up across the street.  My heart started beating very fast and I felt like I was going to throw up.
"Is that him?" my mom asked.
"I think so."
A few minutes later, Noel stepped off of the bus and walked over to the line of people waiting. My heart was beating out of my chest. I held my album and waited for him to make his way down the line. Finally, he was standing in front of me. I stared at him then was finally able to say
"Hi, Noel. How are you doing?"
He looked up at me and our eyes met.  His eyes were a beautiful blue and as they looked into mine, I felt slightly intimidated suddenly. I wondered if he recognized me.
"I'm good, how are you?" he asked as he turned his attention to my album as he signed it. I couldn't believe he was standing right in front of me.
"Great!" I answered and nearly fainted when he handed me the album and looked back up at me. He was slightly taller than me and smaller than I imagined, but still very sexy. 
"D'ya wanna watch the sound check?"
I couldn't believe he was inviting me into the sound check. I looked at my mom who smiled back.
"Of course!" I laughed.
He gave me a nod and small smile then moved on to the next person in line. I looked down at my album he had signed and it said:
"Yes Kayla! Noel Gallagher xx."

I smiled. He did recognize me and he remembered my name. I looked at my mom.
"Wow, he is really nice to let us go to sound check." She said.
"I know!" I smiled back.
A few minutes later Noel's security guy came and got us and lead us inside.  He told us no video or pictures. We watched the band play 5 songs then went across the street to grab a bite to eat. We ate then I took the album out of my bag to look at it. My mom looked at it then looked at me.
"How'd he know your name?"
"Oh, I guess he heard you say it."
I hoped she wouldn't ask anymore questions and luckily, she didn't.
The show was amazing and Noel looked at me quite a bit throughout the show and he even dedicated a song to me. My mom was very impressed and said he was great. I didn't want to leave when it was over, but I had to. My mom drove all 5 hours home and I went up to my room.  I felt exhausted and excited at the same time. I changed into my pajamas and climbed into bed. I checked instagram, but nothing from Noel. I laid in bed scrolling through Instagram when I got a message from him. 

"Did you enjoy the show?"

"Yes! It was amazing!"

A few minutes passed then he wrote:

"How about some of that dirty talk now?"

I smiled and bit my lip. Did he actually want to sext with me? I felt slightly embarrassed, but typed.

"Mmm Noel, your cock is so hard."

He replied
"It is actually."

I could not believe this was happening. I wrote back.
"Are you touching it?"
"No, but go on."
I bit my lip and typed.
"You make me so wet when I watch you sing. I want to peel off your jeans and suck your cock."
"You fuckin know what you're doing."

I smiled and wrote:
"Are you touching your hard cock?"
"I am now. What are you doing?"
I smiled to myself.
"If I was there with you, I would suck your cock then I would let you fuck me any way you wanted. I'm getting wet just thinking about it."
"Are you touching your pussy?"
I paused then decided to play along even though I really wasn't touching myself.
"Yes, you made it so wet. I wish I could feel your cock inside me."
"Fuckin hell, me too."
"Go on Noel, stroke your hard cock faster and faster until you cum. Imagine your cum dripping down my pussy."
Several minutes passed before he replied. I imagined him jerking off and was getting so aroused.
"Fuckin' hell." He finally answered. 
"Did you cum?"
"Yes, did you?"
"Yes." I lied.
"Goodnight Kayla."
I smiled. 
"Goodnight Noel."
I laid in bed and reread our exchange. Had we really just sexted? I started to touch myself as I read our messages and came a few minutes later.
I laid in bed thinking. Never in a million years did I ever think I would not only be talking to Noel Gallagher in my Instagram dms, but also get to see him live, get an autograph, and now I was sexting with him? It all seemed so surreal.