| "Whoo. Lotta steps," Sarah huffed. "Yeah. I know. But, sometimes it's easier to just take the stairs instead of the elevator. Too many fans lurkin' around," he told her as he opened the door. He took her hand and led her inside. They walked down a short foyer which opened up to an incredible luxury suite. "It's beautiful," she exclaimed. "Yeah. The label's great. They take good care of us." The room was very pretty. Lots of light. That was the first thing she noticed. There were two large windows straight ahead. One had a sliding glass door which led to the balcony. It had a gorgeous view of the beach. The door was slightly open, allowing the soothing sounds of the ocean roar to flow into the room. It was a cool day. Fifty-five degrees at the most. Just a couple of people on the beach. "You can sit down," Nick told her, gesturing towards the bed. It had been two weeks since she'd seen or heard from him. She had befriended him at a nearby pizza place. They sat down in a booth and talked for a while, a nice comfortable and familiar conversation. They had really hit it off, she thought at least. He got her number and told her he would call. She was doubtful of course. But then, that Thursday around 12:30, he called and invited her over to hang out. He told her to meet him at the pizza place and they'd go backs to the room together. Sarah practically flew over to there to meet him. And now here she was. The guys were in town doing a series of promotional shows and events for their upcoming album and world tour. New York City had been a mad house ever since they'd arrived, but she was glad to be back in Florida. "I wanna sing something for you," he said sitting in a chair next to the bed. He pulled a folded up piece of paper out of his pocket and began to sing. It was a pretty yet sad song about being alone and lonely on the road and needing that special someone to be with. It was funny. She always thought of Nick as being a pretty up beat, funny person. But after meeting and talking with him, she found him to be quite shy and sort of sad. "So, what do you think?" he asked her. "Beautiful, and kind of sad. Sort of like you." He smiled. His sad blue eyes rested on hers in a long gaze. He sat down on the bed next to her and gently stroked her hair. "Are you okay with this?" he asked. She nodded in approval. She was more than okay. She knew just what was about to happen. She had rehearsed it over and over again in her mind. His lips lingered over hers hesitantly. "You'll be my first," she told him. "I'm kind of scar...". Nick stopped he midsentence with a kiss. He took off his shirt and place it on the floor. He covered Sarah's face with his gentle lips. He then put his hands on her back, murmuring his desire for her, while unclasping her bra. She gasped. His rough trembling palms ran under her arms, along her sides, and under her breasts. He pulled off her t-shirt and tipped her back, cupping her swollen breasts gently. Then kissed all around the nipples until she lay back on the bed moaning. "Ooooh Nick." She saw the gentle ocean breeze flutter the thin curtains next to the balcony as she looked up and felt his tongue softly on her right nipple. She closed her eyes and pressed him closer to her. He raised himself over her and kissed her open mouth. Nick sucked her left nipple while gently pulling off her jeans. Then, he moved down to her hips, and gently kissed along the edges of her panties, his wet tongue slipping under and into her pubic hair. She love him. Her body ached for him. Nick stood up next to the bed and undid his pants. She saw his bountiful chest and biceps as they glistened with sweat. She lay on the bed writhing, yearning for him. He pulled himself over her, warmed her, kissed her. She ran her hands over his smooth, damp back. She pulled his face to hers to meet his tongue for a kiss. She sucked his ears, his lips, his neck, as he pressed his erection against her thigh and put his hand in her panties. He pulled them off, his pointer finger gently lingering on her throbbing clit. She gasped. He moved his finger down to her now heavily saturated vaginal opening. "I think your ready," he whispered. "I am. I want you Nick. I want you inside me." She kissed him, bent into him, rushed. But is kiss was slow, to calm her. She was anxious, nervous. He could probably tell how inexperienced she was. The slick head of his cock slowly caressed her clit over and over, down, up. Back and forth. She thought she would scream, then felt the desire to be corrected. She had never done this before an didn't know if it was appropriate. "What about protection? I don't have anything to put on," he whispered. "It's okay. I'm on the pill." Totally irresponsible. But who cared. This was Nick Carter we were talking about. Even if she wasn't on the pill, she wasn't about to let this opportunity pass her by. She squirmed as he parted her legs. He came up on her and kissed her lips gently. He looked into her eyes as his cock slid slowly and stayed at the mouth of her watering vagina. He pulled up to drive himself inside of her, but she resisted. "I'm sorry. It's my first time. I'm a little scared," she told him. "I know. It's okay. Don't be scared," he told her as he softly caressed her face. He looked in her eyes and pushed up, steering the head of his cock into her delicate membrane. He pushed in slightly, then out, then back in. Each time his cock crept a little deeper. "I don't want to hurt you," he told me. "Oh please. Oh god," she exclaimed. She grabbed his shoulders, bringing up her knees, hoping to press him through the tightness of her untouched, unused body. Exquisite pulsed pounded somewhere inside of her vagina. She could no longer control herself and reached for his firm ass cheeks. "Are you okay?" he asked her, breathing heavily. "Yeah, I'm okay," she answered. "Okay," he said. "Ohhh, Nick. I love you, I love you," she cried. As her raging clit pressed into him, and his penis rammed and rocked inside of her, orgasm shuddered through her, as he held his cock hard against her and in her. "Ooooooooooh. Ooooooooooooooooh. Oooooh Nick. Niiiiick." "Oooooh god," he moaned. As he let loose, his deep, strong thrusts awed her. She clamped him to her, crying. The shaft of his penis pulsed again and again. He pressed his body hard against hers as his thrust came faster and stronger. "Uuuuuh. Oooooo god, Sarah." He thrust his cock inside of her tow more times. The second time, he began to tremble uncontrollably. "Oooooooooh. Sarah. Sarah." She felt his warm stream explode inside her. He then collapsed onto her. Their hearts pounded quickly. Nick grabbed her face with both hands. she felt his breath, hot on her face. He gave her a quick, but sweet kiss on the lips. "That was amazing," he told her. "I know," she said with a smile. He rolled off of her and lay next to her for a while, on her back. He lay there with his right arm folded over his eyes. she lay next to him, totally satisfied. And a little unbelieving of what had just taken place. Nick had always said that he would never rule out dating a fan. And she was it. The chosen one. After all of the time she had spent as a die hard Backstreet fan, she had finally arrived. She couldn't believe it. Suddenly, Nick sat up, pulling her from her thoughts. She watched as he slipped on his boxers and then his pants. He stood up and bent down to pick up his shirt off of the floor. Sarah sat up part way in the bed, unsure of what was going on. The sheets barely covering her breasts. "What's going on?" she asked him. He walked over to a chair a little ways from the bed and sat down. He started putting on his shoes. "Where are you going?" He looked up at her while tying his left shoe. He then stood up and took out his keys. He walked over to her side of the bed and told her, hesitantly, "I, I have to go." "Where?" She looked and sounded as if she would burst into tears any second. "We got rehearsal in about twenty minutes." "Well, you, you can't just leave me here," she exclaimed. By that time, Nick was standing over by the foyer, anxious to leave. "You can stay here as long as you want. Just don't tell anybody where you are." Sarah looked down for a second. And when she looked back up he wasn't there. |