Free Sweetness by S Gonzalez

index finger up my thigh and I immediately tense.
Darting my eyes around to see if we have any onlookers it
appears as if no one even cares that he has his hands up my
dress. He moves my panties to the side and slips his finger in
gently while looking into my eyes.
“What’s that?” I pant, as he is slowly moves in and out
of me.
“Keep this wet until after my set.”
Done, done, and done.
“I knew you would feel good,” he slips his finger out of
me and puts it into his mouth. “Ummm…but I had no idea
you would taste so good.” He pulls back and closes my legs so
no one else can see what he just did. I can’t believe he just did
that. That was so effin hot. Yes folks, it is official. I am in love
with this man. This god like man is going to take me places I
have never been before. And I plan on savoring every moment.
“Dom, we’re up,” yells Justin, the guitar player.
“Gotta go, Sweetness. I WILL see you later.” And just
like that he strolled on stage with the lights glowing and music
pumping around him, like he didn’t just finger me in public.
I sit on the box waiting for Mary while I watch the
guys kill it onstage. There are at least 200 women standing
below them, but for some reason as he keeps glancing at me.
After a few songs, Dominic steps off to the side of the stage
where Mary and I are sitting. He takes off his damp shirt and
hands it to me. It smells like sweat and the deliciousness of his
cologne. I wipe his moist brow with it and hand him a bottle of
water. After taking a few sips he bends slightly and snakes his
arms around my waist before lifting me off my feet. Before I
can register what he is doing, he pulls me on stage with him. I
slide down his slick body and he plants a hard kiss on my lips. I
hear the crowd go crazy. They can see our, what I thought was
private, moment.
He likes me, he has to like me. Why else would he kiss
me in front of everyone? He likes me and he wants everyone to
know it? This is soooooooo cooooollll. I scurry off the stage and
when I turn back around he shoots me a wink and continues to
work the audience. Best night ever!
As I am dancing I bump into someone standing very
close behind me. I turn to apologize to the unknown person
but instead I find Glen glaring back at me. I know that look.
That is the look I get when I am in trouble.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. What is he doing here?
I immediately start to panic as he watches me with
malicious eyes. I don’t know what he is going to do but I know
this won’t end well. Although he hasn’t touched me in about 2
months and I have avoided him like the plague, he is here now.
Why is he here? For me? Panic surges through my veins and I
suddenly feel like I am going to pass out. We are in a room full
of people. If he touches me everyone will see. He wouldn’t take
a risk like that. He is always very careful that he hides his dirty
secret from the world. He knows that if he slips up and I tell,
his life would be over.
“Glen. What are you doing here?”
“Hello, Princess.” I can feel the bile rising in my throat
when he says princess. “I could ask you the same thing. How
did you get in here Emma? You’re not 21. More importantly,
why are you making a spectacle of yourself in front of hundreds
of people, while looking like a cheap hooker? Do you realize all
my friends down there know who you are and are asking me
why I am letting my 17 year old step-sister prance around like
a groupie with barely any clothes on, while practically fucking
the lead singer on stage. You are embarrassing me Emma, and
I don’t like it.”
I can smell the beer on his breath. His slurred speech
mixed with anger is making him spit when he talks. “Glen,
have you been drinking?”
“Not that it is any of your business,” he snorts, “ but I
got here about an hour ago and I have had 2 beers. I am not
drunk if that’s what you’re asking. Lets go. You’re leaving.”
Glen grabs my hand