What Happens in Glastonbury

Rekindling something

With him wearing my hat and me cuddling into him like we were a couple we managed to walk straight out of the venue, I guess no one was expecting the star of the show to just walk straight out the front door.

We walked fast down the street to my hotel completely unnoticed, running the last little bit, hand in hand, laughing like a couple of kids.

As the lift doors closed on us, I felt Jesse's tense body relax. I was starting to understand how difficult his life was. Imagine not being able to walk down the street! I leaned against the side of the lift, I was knackered, it reminded me how truly unfit I was as I tried to catch my breath. Jesse wasn't out of breath at all, I guess he was used to a two-hour workout on stage almost every night.

I looked up at him and he smiled back at me. It was weird to think he was the same guy that 10,000 people had just paid to watch.

"Do you want me to lie down by your feet? Or cry?" I joked, he looked at me strangely

"Uhhh" he obviously didn't get my joke

"Like you're used to, all I saw in there was girls falling at your feet and crying!" I smiled, explaining. He caught on and smiled back.

"No, I'm good, thanks, I get enough of that shit already!" He replied. He wasn't wrong.

The lift opened and we walked along the corridor to my room, I opened the door and let him go in first, closing the door behind me. He sighed heavily, relaxing, he fell onto the bed.

I took my hoodie off, to reveal my long pyjama T-shirt that I had kept on under my hoodie, tucking it into my leggings with a huge bulge of fabric around my waist. Jesse laughed. I turned to him.

"What?!" I asked, as I slipped my leggings off, underneath were the little black shorts that formed the bottom half of my pyjama set.

"Did you have your pyjamas on underneath your clothes that whole time?" He asked

"Uh, yeah. You gave me all of like 3 minutes to get ready!" I groaned

"And that wasn't enough time to put a different T-shirt on at least?" He asked, still laughing at me

"I like to be comfy, alright!" I replied

He put his hands up in defeat. I walked over and perched on the edge of the bed next to him, he looked tired, his eyes were bloodshot. I stroked the side of his face, in a patronising way as if he were a dog. He rolled his eyes at me.

I knew we needed to have a serious talk about what happened, I knew I needed to know but I really struggled with serious conversations, I was a jokey person, it just wasn't in my nature to have a heart to heart, this was going to be hard! Hmm.. hard, I wonder if he was hard, my eyes crept down his body to his crotch..

"Eyes up here Scott!" he teased, I quickly looked back up at his face, breaking my train of inappropriate thought and smiled innocently.

I knew the talking was going to have to wait as my thighs began to do that thing that they do whenever Jesse was in sight. I wanted him so badly, I couldn't help but keep thinking about the 10,000 girls that would kill to be in a hotel room with him. It wasn't lost on me just how envied I would be. I needed to appreciate him. No scrap that, I needed to fucking touch him! All over! In places that he didn't even know he had places! I needed to lick him and... STOP! Oh god brain, please stop!

I looked him in the eyes, and he stared right back, biting his bottom lip, which almost sent me over the edge! I leaned in to kiss him, closing my eyes he leaned forward to meet me, our lips touched gently sending a powerful shiver down my spine, disappearing somewhere in my crotch.

He sat up more, kissing me more forcefully this time, he moved a hand up to the side of my face, entangling his fingers in my hair.

I placed a hand on his thigh, I didn't want to be too frantic and move too fast, He moved closer, pulling me onto his lap. I was so turned on, but I felt different to the last time we were together, my chest hurt, in a good way, as if my heart was inflating, more and more every time he touched me.

What happens then? I thought, do I die? Do I explode? I'd never felt this sensation before. I had no idea if I was about to have a heart attack or an orgasm, all I knew was that my body ached for him, every inch of my skin tingled, electrically charged by his touch making every tiny hair on my body stand on end. My body was pressed tightly against his, his arms wrapped around the base of my spine, yet I felt the need to be closer to him, physically it wasn't humanly possible to be any closer, I wondered if it was an emotional need, but I wasn't an emotional person, so these feelings were completely alien to me.

He suddenly stopped and pulled back from me, straddling his lap, he smiled up at me.

"What?" I asked, confused

"Chill" he smiled, I relaxed a little, smiling back.

"Sorry" I said, feeling like I had been too intense for him

"Don't be, but if you grind yourself any harder into me, you're gonna have bruises tomorrow!" He laughed. I was embarrassed, I bet he thought I was like a crazy teenager racing to get to the good bit. He wouldn't have been wrong to be honest, all I wanted was his dick. What? I've told you a hundred times,

I've never claimed to be classy! I am what I am ok! A dick whore! But only his dick whore, no one else's, hmm this is getting weird now, I wish I hadn't called myself a dick whore.

How would a normal person explain this? Uh, well I guess I was just insanely attracted to him, seriously if you could have seen him, he was beautiful, with a body to die for, he was a pop star for god sake! He looked gorgeous in everything he wore, he had strong manly arms and big hands.. and man he was good with those hands. He was sweet and caring with a brilliant sense of humour, his voice and his accent made me shiver every time he spoke,

I loved every single thing about him.. but mostly his dick. Oh man.. so close.

"Let me show you something" he said. I climbed off of his lap, hoping that the thing he was about to show me was his d..

"Lie down" he said, thankfully interrupting my thoughts. I did as he said and laid down on the bed. He got on all fours and crawled up me, his body above mine with space between us, his hands, and knees either side of me.

He kept eye contact with me constantly, giving me a look I'd never seen from him before. He leaned down and slowly kissed my neck, gently, barely touching my skin I could feel his warm, damp breath against my neck. He repeated it a few times before moving down to my shoulders. He stopped to pull his T-shirt up over his head, revealing his perfectly tanned abs. I lifted my hand to run it down his chest, but he quickly grabbed my hand and stopped me, placing my hand back down by my side he playfully shook his head at me.

He rolled his T-shirt up and placed it over my eyes. Immediately giving him the element of surprise, I jumped at the unexpected touch of his mouth to my neck. My sense of touch felt immediately heightened, without seeing him I could completely focus on the sensation.

I wanted to grab him and pull him down on top of me. The space between us felt frustratingly wrong but he kept his distance, only touching me lightly with his lips, it was like torture of the absolute best kind, I never knew not touching could feel so intense, he obviously knew, he'd done this before, he was famous, I'm sure he'd done this with lots of girls before, I was certain he was far more experienced than I was, but I liked that, I liked that he could teach me things. He pulled my T-shirt up revealing my bare chest, of course I had been too lazy to put a bra on earlier, I mean I went out in my pyjamas, what were you expecting? He kissed down my chest, still keeping his distance. I wrapped my arms quickly around the back of his head and attempted to pull him down on top of me, I wanted to feel his body against me, but he resisted, sliding down the bed to my groin.

This is the bit where if we were watching a movie it would fade to black and then cut to a shot of the next morning where were led in bed together looking all happy and satisfied with messy hair. But this isn't a movie so you're gonna have to just go and leave us to it. I'll see you in the next part of our story... when we're dressed!