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Rock (First Time)

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(c) 1998 Spoonbender.  A short story of an
adult nature.  Not to be read by minors. If
you don't like this sort of stuff or you are
under age then don't read. Can be freely
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fee paying service. Please note that the
characters in this story are completely
fictional and bear no resemblance to anyone
living or dead. If there is a group called
Steamhammer then please accept my apologies.

Please email me with comments, constructive
criticism, fantasies you want put into words
etc.  Don't flame me if you don't like the
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Traute nearly lost her footing as the crowd
jostled her.  But she didn't care.  She was
going to see Steamhammer, the quintessential
grunge rock band, playing in the Tiergarten. 
It was as if the whole of Berlin was throbbing
with the news.  Steamhammer, the biggest band
in the universe, was playing live in her home
town.  

The crowd grew larger as columns of people
joined the throng from the direction of
Wedding and the Potzdammer Platz, to the point
that it was a heaving scrum.  Such was the
press of bodies that Traute thought that she
could have lifted her feet off the ground and
still been safely carried along.

Sixteen and a virgin, Traute was at the
absolute peak of perfection.  She reckoned
herself to be pretty enough, but in the eyes
of the rest of the world she was completely
stunning.  Long blonde hair, powder-blue eyes,
thick lips, tiny little bud of a nose, perky
little breasts and legs that went on for ever.
It was as if an artist had been given
carte-blanche to create the perfect female
form and she was the result.  When coupled
with her innate modesty and her ready wit, she
was one of the most popular girls in her whole
neighbourhood, never mind the gymnasium where
she went to school.

Although she'd had her share of boyfriends she
hadn't yet found one that she liked enough to
sleep with, although she was subject to the
same urges and desires of any healthy young
girl her age.  She had let boys fondle her
breasts and one of them, her current
boyfriend, Wolfgang, had even got as far as to
touch her sex.  The exquisite feelings that
this engendered frightened her so much she was
forced to stop him before her body betrayed
her completely.  At the time she had felt
sorry for Wolfgang and it had taken her at
least an hour to quell her beating heart after
the incident.  In her heart of hearts she knew
she couldn't contain the feelings inside her
for too much longer.  She would finally
succumb, such was their power.  Her willpower
and innate modesty were still strong enough to
overcome the feelings, but her resolve was
slipping.  And she knew it.

Tonight she wasn't thinking about that. 
Tonight was a night for fun and for mindless
screaming at her heroes on stage.  She had a
special corner of her heart reserved for Snake
Diamond, the lead singer of Steamhammer.  His
full length posters graced the walls of her
modest little bedroom, where he gazed moodily
at her, his eyes seemingly following her
around the room.  It gave her a little tingle
down her spine every time she became aware of
them.  It was as if the brooding, leather-clad
man was in the room with her and the power he
seemed to exude made her feel weak at the
knees.

Crowd dynamics are a wonderful area of study. 
A swirling mass of humanity with a tight
purpose and a distinct goal, they seemed to
take on the form of an unstoppable mass, like
a large body of water rushing down a gully
with the smaller, lighter members of the crowd
bobbing in their wake like twigs in a torrent.
And so Traute found herself swept along,
unable to decide her own destination until,
wonder of wonders, she found herself directly
in front of the stage.  She could have hugged
herself and wept for joy when she realised
that she was going to be mere metres away from
her hero.

There was such a palpable feeling of
excitement in the crowd that you could
virtually cut it out and bottle it. Every time
one of the technicians came on stage to make a
last minute adjustment, a ripple of raw power
swept through the crowd, bouncing around as if
it was going to sear the leaves off the trees.
The ripples peaked as time went on until they
were a tidal wave of undistilled emotions.  So
when the group finally hit the stage the roar
of the crowd shook the very foundations of the
Bundestag.  The older citizens of Berlin
hadn't heard such a rush of fervour
since........that man!

The first chords drowned out the screams of
the crowd and they were off.

Traute screamed and hollered with the best of
them.  There was a group of about 100 young
females clustered in front of the stage and
they jumped and screamed and cried and waved
their arms.  It was heady and powerful and
Traute was having a marvellous time.  

Then it was time for Snake to perform his
solo, 'You are the one!' The lights dimmed on
the other members of the band and Snake picked
up his acoustic guitar.  As if on cue a roadie
came out onto the stage and, squinting, Snake
scanned the edge of the crowd.  His eyes roved
over Traute then came back, then he pointed
and muttered something to the roadie, who
reached forward and plucked Traute
effortlessly from the crowd.

She was so overcome she nearly fainted.  She
could feel the jealous stares of the other
girls piercing her like barbs as she stood in
front of Him.

He put his arm around her and she felt giddy,
but the feeling of solidity that his arm
engendered helped her to keep her decorum 
although her heart was beating like a tribal
drum.  He put his face close to hers and then
sang to her.

'I can find no other.
That makes me feel the way you do.
I'm your wide-eyed lover
And I worship every inch of you.......'

It was, to Traute, as if the words had been
written especially for her.  It was the most
powerful and emotional point in her life.  On
stage in front of over 100,000 people as her
idol sang directly to her.  She felt as if she
had died and gone to heaven. 

The song was only five minutes long but to
Traute it seemed to last for hours, as he
gazed deep into her eyes.  Finally it was over
and he leaned forward and asked her her name.

She had trouble replying as her throat seemed
to be made of sandpaper, but finally she
croaked, "Traute."

"Hey, a big round of applause for Traute!" he
shouted at the crowd.

Predictably they went wild, as a roadie came
over and led her off the stage.  He was a huge
bear of a man with a stained tee-shirt,
features which he had in common with the rest
of the large road crew, but he wasn't unkind.

"Here," he said, handing her a backstage pass.
"Come to the party afterwards."

Knees trembling and hands shaking she accepted
the small card, like it was the key to the
biggest diamond vault in the world.

She watched the rest of the show from the
wings of the vast stage.  She was so excited
she felt she was going to burst.  Finally the
show and the numerous encores were over and
the sweating band trooped off stage.  Most of
them gave her a curt nod, but Snake came up to
her and took her hand.

"Thanks.  By the way, you speak English?"

She nodded not trusting herself to speak.

"Great, you wanna party?"

Again she nodded.

Someone pressed a glass of something into her
hand.  It was fizzy and the bubbles tickled
her nose.  She sipped it and it tasted great. 
After a few more glasses she was feeling a lot
more relaxed and so when Snake eventually came
over to her she was able to interact fairly
normally with him.

He put his arm around her and gently led her
into a small bedroom that stood, empty, off
the long corridor.  After ushering her inside
he closed the door.  Traute's heart was again
pounding.  Here she was, alone with the
biggest heart-throb in the world and it was
obvious what he wanted to do.

"You enjoy the show?" he asked as he perched
on the side of the bed.

"Yes.  It was great, thank you," she
blabbered.

"You want to get it on?"

"Sorry?"  She didn't understand a word.

"You want to do it?" he persisted.

"You mean.....?" she blushed.

"Yeah, what do you think?"

She stared at the floor, blushing furiously,
while inside her a titanic battle was being
fought.  Sure she would lose her virginity,
but to lose it to Snake Diamond?  It made
Wolfgang's fumblings pale into insignificance.
Finally she decided.  She looked at him from
under her lowered eyelashes and nodded.

"Great.  Okay, let's see you get undressed,
then."

He was so matter-of-fact she could scarcely
believe that he had said it, but he was waving
his hand at her impatiently.  Slowly, ever so
slowly, she stripped herself off.  Her
conflicting emotions caused the blood to roar
in her head as, one by one, she shed her
clothes.  Finally she stood there, naked.

There are no superlatives that could be used
to describe her adequately, as she stood
there, blushing prettily and nakedly
vulnerable in front of him.

His demeanour hardly changed when confronted
by such a priceless beauty.

"You sure you want to do it?"

It was too late to back out now.  Anyway,
those tinglings had started again and were
threatening to engulf her.  She had
masturbated enough over his image, so to
actually sleep with the real thing must be
heaven.

"Yes," she croaked, her voice betraying her.

"Good.  Lie down, then."  He waved his palm
over the bed.

Feeling awkward and gawky she lay, rigidly on
the bed.

"Pull your arms up," he said.  

She reached for the bedhead and he snapped
leather cuffs on them.  She had a momentary
feeling of fear, which he obviously noticed. 

"You sure you want to do it?  It's your last
chance, you know."

She closed her eyes and nodded again.

He jerked her legs open and attached cuffs to
them too.  Now she was spread wide.  Curiously
she wasn't afraid, after all there was a whole
crowd of people just a few yards away. 
Instead she was mildly ashamed.  He must be
able to see that her nipples were standing
stiff and dark, and that there was an ooze of
longing from between her legs.

He produced a strange contraption from a
drawer and, before she could register a
protest, he pushed the ball inside her mouth
and snapped the strap closed.  Now she
couldn't speak, let alone shout.  She was
starting to get the flutterings of panic in
her stomach, but it was too late.  He gazed
into her eyes for a second then kissed her
lightly on the forehead.

She could feel his hand rubbing up and down
her body, but assiduously avoiding her soaking
sex.

Then he stood up.

She thought he was going to get undressed but
he started walking towards the door.

"Urrrrrrr.  Urrrrr!" she said, from behind her
gag.

He stopped and looked at her.  "You didn't
think I was going to fuck you, did you?  You
stupid girl.  Don't you read the newspapers? 
I'm gay, but you can rest assured my road crew
ain't.  Four weeks on the road, working hard
with no pussy.  I think they deserve a good
fuck, don't you?  I'm sure they'll be glad to
hear you offered."

He blew her a kiss and walked out closing the
door behind him.

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