There isn't a lot you need to know about me. I'm a professional groupie... that simple. Here's how it all started.

In highschool boy bands and girl-groups were hot. Groups like NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, Spice Girls and Destiny's Child had flooded the market with their sugary sweet images and colorful songs and get-ups. I was immediately enthralled! I was fascinated by their lifestyle and was determined to live like them. I wanted the clothes, the cars, the fans, the recognition, and I would stop at nothing to make these dreams a reality.

There was one boy group creeping up on the urban scene that i was particularly obsessed with. They had been around for a while performing on talk-shows and as the opening act for more successful groups but they caught my eye from the beginning. The group was a sexy mix of cali boys, a strong silent light-skinned emcee, a sexy playful hype man, and one hell of a lead singer. WHen i say this man was fine, lord help us. Lets call him Tim.

Tim was one year older than me and 2 inches shorter. I didn't mind the height difference because his body made up for it. He had a six pack out of this world, y'all know in high-school thats a big deal. This boy was built like a grown man and i spent all of 10th grade fantasizing about f****** his brains out. I was a virgin on a mission to be deflowered by this r&b crooner. I bought every dvd, mag, poster etc. that existed of him. I would run home from school and masturbate to the poster of him on my ceiling. I had become viscously obsessed with him and it was sickening me.

With the explosion of yahoo messenger and blackplanet.com my "future husband" had become more easily accessible to me. I'd already called 411 in california so much that my mother had taken my phone privileges away so i sought him out via world wide web, little did i know then this would be my key to plenty-a-baller, my dearest friend. After a few months of online stalking I'd added everyone who could possibly be Tim to my instant messengers and blackplanet page. I sent them all letters explaining how I was his number one fan and how my life would be complete if I could just talk to him. A lot of them were fakes... girls with no lives pretending to be him, but i wasn't going to give up.
One day I came across a fan site that was featuring a chat with the band that evening. I knew this was my opportunity! I was the first person in the chat and flooded it with my questions, confessions and sexual yet charming comments. I finally had his attention. He flirted with me as I showered him with praise... it felt like we were the only 2 in the chat. I made a bold move and put my contact info in the chat box, I knew everyone would see it but as long as he got it, I was content. That chat ended and I was on cloud 9. a few days went by of me checking my email constantly and staying off of the phone just incase he called. It worked... my phone rang about a week later and it was him! I knew it was him because i had been falling asleep to the voice on the record for about a year!

"Hello, is Brianne home" the voice said.
oh s***, oh s***, oh s***.... what do i say? should i act cool, should i tell i'm in love with him? Oh no i'm gonna be sick...
I was. I hung up on him and laid on my floor. I was sweating and shaking... was this those nervous breakdowns that people always talk about?
ten minutes felt like ten hours. I knew i had to pull myself together....
the phone rang. oh god please help
"um, uh, hello?" i asked
"hey! is this brianne?" he sounded more excited than i was.
"yep! who's this?" I pulled the actress from deep inside and played my best cool.
"girl stop playing, you kno this is tim."
damn it he was reading right through me, i knew i had to change my approach. I lied and said i thought maybe it was my cousin who also lived in cali and that i couldnt distinguish the voices because i had just woke up. cool, he bought it. back to square one...

"whats up? i been waiting for your call" i said.
He explained to me that he was busy with the tour and that he apologized. He said he'd be in my town within the next few weeks and that he'd already left tickets and backstage passes in my name. He said he was excited about meeting me and thought i was beautiful (based on the pictures i'd sent him). His voice was making me wet and i began to touch myself. I guess he could tell what kind of mood i was in by my heavy breathing and the slight moaning after each of my sentences. I could feel him, and i knew he felt me. He lowered his voiced and asked what i was wearing... I knew it was on. I'd never had phone sex before but this freaky ass boy was about to show me what it was all about. I musta bust 12 nuts during that phone call! he told me all the things he wanted to do to me and i told him how badly i wanted him inside of me. He assured me that it was only a matter of time before i'd get what i'd been craving for so badly. I had no idea, he had that, and much more.

April 23rd was the day of the concert. We had been "phone-boning" nightly since our first session. We were young and dumb that translated into love. We talked about marriage and kids, me moving to Cali and finishing school with him and the other band members. I was convinced that he was my man... April 22nd my phone rang at about 4am. My Tim called to tell me that he had just landed in my city and wanted to see me imediately. I'l never know what i missed in school that day. I said goodbye to my mom, left "to catch my school bus" and hopped on a local bus to downtown. I knocked on the hotel room door and there he was. Short, but just as beautiful as i'd imagined. The room smelled like weed and his bandmates were in the room rollin up more while watchin "Good Morning America", not quite the romantic setting i had pictured. I was so overwhelmed by his presence that I been to tear up...
"Don't cry ma, u gonna make me cry"
Nigga what?!?!?! i thought... tears on men were totaly unattractive to me so I sucked it up immediately.

He led me into the suite quickly introduced me to the others, and walked me straight into the bedroom. He said he didn't want the others to make me uncomfortable and that we could get to know each other better in the quiet confines of his luxury suite. Little did I know this Scorpio man had mastered the art of seduction and was about to take me on a whirlwind of pleasure and ecstasy. He removed my jacket and my shoes and told me to get comfy. I could hear water running. He sat very close to me on the bed leaned in and whispered "I was just getting ready to take a bath will you excuse me?" i shivered at the feeling of his breath in my ear. Tim could tell in my face that i didnt want him to leave me alone so he smiled and said "or you can join me". Nothing was left to be said. I stood up as he began to undress me. He dragged his nails lightly up my back as he removed my shirt. I was leaking already and afraid my p**** was going to began gushing soon. He turned me around and removed my bra. He kised my neck so gently from behind me as he caressed my nipples. I began to shake and moan, i was c****** already. I turned to face him and held his hand to brace myself for my first kiss. He responded acordingly. He pushed me back on the bed, grabbed me tightly and began kissing me passionately i was writhing and moaning and c****** again. The look on his face was that of amazement and excitement. He and I both knew, he was about to tear me up! He kissed my topless body with such appreciation that you would thought he was praying or worshiping. My lead singer wanted my 15yr old ass just as much as i wanted him. He moved his head down to my navel and ten over my zipper. OH GOD, this man was unbuttoning my jeans with his teeth. i threw my head back and listened to the sound of my zipper coming undone. I couldnt believe it was going down like this. It seemed like an hour had paseed as he pulled off my jeans and panties with his teeth. I had soaked my panties to the point that they were sticking to my p**** as he pulled. Everything was wet and he was in heaven... the bath was still running. I reminded him of the tub and he looked at me with eyes that said "f*** that tub". His eyes were wide and fixated on the puddle of juice that lay before him. He inserted a finger, I moaned. he shivered with excitement. He hopped off of the bed and disrobed. There it was! the cock that I had dreamed about nightly was right there in my face and i wanted to suck it, and suck it, and suck it. and that i did. I slid down to the edge of the best and put his penis in my mouth. he grabbed a hold of the wall as i went to work! id never done it before but it was obvious to both of us that I was a natural, after a few mintues i had his cock deep in my throat and was determined to swallow it whole. He was making sounds that signified satisfaction and I realized i was very comfortable on my knees, d*** in mouth. After a while he begged me to stop, he said he wanted to taste me and I obliged. He laid me on the bed, parted my knees and began to ravish me! i was having one nonstop orgasm. I was crying from the pleasure, and convulsing but my boy bander refused to stop! I could hear his bandmates snickering on the other side of the door but i knew they only wanted in. That wasnt going down... not this time at least. Tim ate me inside-out. He was a professional p**** eater who payed attention to detail. I loved him for that... I was conviced i was gonna die of overstimulation and right before my head exploded we heard a mean splash from the bathroom. The tub was overflowing and I was silently thanking god. My man looked up at me with the world shiniest face, he was glistening with my love. I could help but chuckle a little... he seemed unphased. He walked in the bathroom turned off the faucet and returned to the bed. his d*** seemed to have grown while he was eating me and i was ready for entry. He climed on top of me and began to rub my clit with the tip of his d***. He went to slide it in and i stopped him... "Tim, i never done this before... Im sorry, i should have told you" With that he looked me in my eyes and entered. I felt like he was invading my soul, my heart and my mind as he invaded my p**** with his beautifully structured cock. It was about 7inches but "thicka- than- a- snicka". I was so wet that there was barely any pain. I tilted my hips for maximum pleasure, leaned my head back and held on to my man for dear life. I could feel his d*** throbbing in me as he held it there. nothing was said but our bodies were speaking volumes to each other. he began to stroke me into oblivion... I hollered out his name with no concern for who was within earshot. He was making love to me, and I was loving it. He lifted my head up so I could see the magic that was taking place. He said he wanted me to watch his d*** f*** my p****. the freak in him was starting to creep out. as we both watched his d*** appearing and disappear into my p**** he had and almost devilish grin. It was kinda creepy but definitely sexy. He started to lean back and pull me on top of him, we switched positions so effortlessly that i almost didnt realize that i was on top of him, riding. I was now comfortable bouncing on his d*** and grinding my p**** against the base of his d***. He was grinding with me looking just like he did in his videos. I was in control and c** was leaking all over the place but this wasnt my c**. It was his... he had come but he was still f******. this excited me more... we had sex in every position. Morning turned to noon and noon to afternoon. We had lost all track of time until his manager came banging on the door. "TIM WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOUR ABOUT TO MISS YOUR RADIO INTERVIEW, AND NO P**** THAT GOOD" he shouted. I'd learned soon that his manager was a crazy, possessive guy who I suspect might have even been jealous of Tim and I's relationship. "I aint the only nigga in this band, they can go with out me" tim responded. And that they did... we breaked for roomservice and continued our session well into the night. I told him I had to get home because my mother would be worried sick. He didnt want to but he obliged. Around 11pm he called for car service... he asked me did i have any money. And I said no... He whipped out $900, handed it to me and said "i take care of my lady... cuz she takes care of me" I was delighted. I musta counted that money 1000 times. When i got home my parents outrage meant s*** to me. I was ecstatic and couldnt wait for the next morning to see my man again....

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