Free Stage Fright: A Hot Interracial BWWM Western Rockstar Erotic Story (Her Rocker Book 1) by Ja'lah Jones

“Come on Roz! You have to go with me!” my best friend, Lianna, begged, standing over me as I sat on the couch with my biology text book open in my lap.
     
    “No, I don’t want to, plus I have finals on Monday, I’ve got to study. Go ask Teagan, I’m sure she’d just love to go.”
     
    Lianna gave me a dour look and crossed her arms. “As if. Besides, I’m sure she has something much more important to do than to hang out at an album release party for Druidfire.” Lianna couldn’t stand our other roommate, and to be honest, I had a hard time tolerating her as well. She was full of self importance and just mean with her high opinion of herself.
     
    “I’m sorry Lianna, I just can’t. I really need to study.” She batted my legs off the couch and sat down in a huff.
     
    “Roz, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! How many times does someone get the chance to hang out with the guys in Em Effing Druidfire? The only reason I got invited is because my boss wants someone from the station there to bring back all the gossip, and he couldn’t go himself.”
     
    Lianna worked at the most popular radio station in New York, she was no stranger to seeing famous people coming in and out of the station for interviews, but being a lowly intern she never really got to interact with them. And she’d probably begged her boss to let her go to this party, Druidfire was her favorite band.
     
    Lianna looked like she was about to cry as she said, “Please Rosalind, I don’t want to go alone.”
     
    I felt a little flip in my belly. I didn’t want her to go alone, that was dangerous, but at the same time, there was no way I wanted to go at all. Forget finals, parties in general were painfully awkward for me, parties with famous people had to be several degrees worse. I just don’t have the social skills everyone else seems to. I always do or say something weird when I’m around people I don’t know very well and usually end up in a corner nursing a red cup of lukewarm beer at parties just to avoid any potential embarrassment I might cause myself.
     
    But I looked at my friends face, and I thought about her having to navigate a sea of potential date rapey drink spikers by herself and I sighed.
     
    “Fine, fine, I’ll go. But don’t blame me if I spill a drink on the drummer and start telling corny jokes that make everyone groan.”
     
     
    Lianna clapped her hands and hugged me, squashing my textbook to my chest and driving out my breath.
     
    “Thank you! Thank you!” She leaned back and took the text book out of my hands, her facing becoming stern, “Now go get ready, and don’t plan on wearing any of those nun outfits you call dresses. In fact, just to be safe, you’re going to have to borrow something of mine. And I know just the thing!”
     
    ***
     
    I looked in the mirror doubtfully, “Are you sure this doesn’t look ridiculous, because I feel ridiculous.”
    The dress was skin tight and strapless with the hem only falling to mid thigh, and while the white did make a nice contrast against the creamy brown of my skin, I felt totally exposed. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach even thinking about going out in public wearing something so revealing.
     
    “Shut up, you look hot as fuck,” Lianna said as she leaned into the mirror, attaching the long black falsies to her eyelids.
     
    I ignored her. That’s what friends always said, whether you were fat, fugly, or fifty. I just felt too exposed.
     
    Grabbing a short denim jacket out of my closet, I shrugged it onto my shoulders. It didn’t hide much of my body but it gave me a sense of being covered, and I needed every advantage possible. Even if it was only psychological.
     
    “Aw, why did you put that on, it’s hiding your best assets,” she motioned to my breasts, “If I had a pair of girls like that, I’d be showing those puppies off every chance I got.”
     
    I shrugged, I was not the boob showing off kind of girl. “I think